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The Ring Cycle
Posted: 22 Aug 2004 09:26 PM |
[OOC] Preface:
This is a story written in real-time, without any planning, coordination, preparation, or scripts, over the course of a two day period beginning on the evening of Monday, August 16, 2004 and completing the following evening of Tuesday, August 17th, 2004. It was 'written' by three people, known to us here in Vives as Lirnna Virvaniyon, Elvalia Mellebin, and Ronan of the Aesir.
We are proud to present this to a larger audience, in it's entirety, save for editing required to deal with the oddities of online role-play. It's important to note for the reader, that the actual content and dialog 'spoken' by our characters is as you will read it here, with allowances made for those above-noted oddities. In many ways, that's what makes this tale extraordinarily special to each of us personally, because it finally became clear that our characters had taken on lives of their own. It is for this reason that the tale is presented primarily in third-person – we were simply witnesses to the events.
[OOC] The Cast of Characters and Background:
Lirnna Virvaniyon, (from the Quenya, "A song comes"), who's outlook on the world is seen through the eyes of a beautiful, free-spirited, and profoundly innocent elven fey just entering womanhood. It's important to note the depth and strength of the bond and love felt between her and Ronan. That bond was forged and hardened by prior in-game, in-character events, who's horrific detail and impact is known fully only to them and perhaps to the DMs directly involved. That story however, is not told here.
Elvalia Mellebin, the graceful and proud young elven woman, that most fully represents all that it means to be Elven - truly Elven - within Vives. Faithful to Aros, and destined for something quite special, Ronan holds her close to his heart as much more than just a friend. She unknowingly guides Ronan through the major chapters of his life, from his entry into the Rangers of Latonei, through the development of his faith in Aros, The Divine Archer, and ultimately to his final destiny. Her greater story continues on.
Ronan (of the) Aesir, save for a few random tales posted on the forums, there's little 'permanent' record of this human man's life in Vives. However, the somewhat bald, mildly forgetful, and often gruff "Elf-Friend" of Elvalia will remain with me, in memory, for quite some time to come. And I suppose that's enough. He was not heroic in any real sense of the word, but for a few very rare moments in his life, when he made some impact upon those that he held closest to his heart. In the end, he learns what it means to be happy - and that nothing else matters. He has Lirnna Virvaniyon to thank for that lesson. |
-æsir
"The man that finds himself at a crossroads, and unsure of direction, is not lost. For in truth, all roads will carry him to the same destination - his fate. But it is the determined man that takes the next step." -Aren
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Re: The Ring Cycle
Posted: 22 Aug 2004 09:28 PM |
The Ring Cycle: Part I – Lirnna’s Ring
Apprehension gnawed at Ronan. He felt a sudden need to be at the Seven Sisters, as if Lirnna was calling him. Entering, he found himself walking down that long hall, the sense of apprehension growing to the point where it was overwhelming.
He passed several doors, finally stopping at the one he sensed was his destination. He opened the door slowly, somehow knowing what he would find. Lirnna stood before him, dressed in a white robe. The scent of the forest about her, and the sound of tiny bells.
For a moment Ronan just stared, willing his mouth to speak the words, dreading what was coming. “Lirnna Virvaniyon, what are you doing here?” She smiled that smile, “I’m resting now Ronan.” Ronan felt the tears welling up. She stepped closer then: “Its alright, I am alright Ronan.” Ronan looked down for a moment, unable to face her. “I know” his voice cracked. “You can’t leave” he implored. “Don’t worry Ronan, it will be alright.” Ronan wiped something from his eye and looked at her again “I worry about you, of course I will worry about you.”
That argument… that stupid argument, replaying in his mind. Ronan took a shuddering breath, “I didn't mean anything I said. I didn't understand what you were saying. I thought you were telling me...” he paused, eyes imploring. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry” Lirnna took Ronan’s right hand in both of hers and kissed it gently. “Peace my love, I am not angry. My time of rest has come. The Mother and Aros await me.” Ronan’s voice was hoarse and strained “You can’t leave me… don’t go.” She squeezed his hand in hers, “I must.” Ronan’s voice rose fervently “The Archer answered my prayers and gave me the power to protect you. You saw it. You are too young… he doesn't need you yet.” Lirnna smiled again, “I’m glad you love me Ronan.” A wistfulness crept into her voice, “It is my time, the cycle must be completed. But you will not be alone, I will be there with Aros, watching over you.” Ronan’s voice dropped to a whisper “Don’t go.” A sadness crept into Lirnna’s eyes, but quickly was replaced by resolve.
The pack that was her constant companion fell into her hands. Those hands brought it forth and passed it into Ronan’s. In a soft voice she continued “Sometimes loves must part for a time, but its only for a short time” She shook her head gently, looking into his eyes. Ronan whispered barely audibly “don’t go…” She raised her right hand then, and removed a ring. She placed it in Ronan’s hand and pressed it closed. Smiling into his eyes, she took a step back.
Her voice seemed to come from far away now “I am always with you Ronan, remember that. Look after my people for me.” The image of Lirnna slowly began to fade before his eyes. Ronan looked on stock still. She gave him one last smile and spoke “aey amecc ilcamilala fa sa ceela” [you will always be my love] and faded from his eyesight, like so many times before, but this he knew, was the last.
Ronan turned away then, his eyes circumventing the bed in the corner of the room... the blanket, concealing that which he could not face. |
-æsir
"The man that finds himself at a crossroads, and unsure of direction, is not lost. For in truth, all roads will carry him to the same destination - his fate. But it is the determined man that takes the next step." -Aren
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Re: The Ring Cycle
Posted: 22 Aug 2004 09:29 PM |
The Ring Cycle: Part II – The Beginning
Standing up from the stool where he'd sat for uncounted hours in the now darkened room, Ronan stopped to steady himself a moment. Rubbing his temples with each hand and whispering quietly to himself, "My head hurts... what happened?" With no one else near to respond to his pained query, he picks up the bags and strides purposefully out of the room where Lirnna lay resting.
Stopping to turn at the quickened flurry of light steps behind him, he sees Elvalia running to catch up behind him. With no expression showing on his face, he apologizes to her, "I didn't see you, sorry.” Somberly, she replies to him, "It's all right.” Briefly questioning the look on her face, he turns before saying to her, "We can go now, I think.”
The nurses in the foyer of the Seven Sisters turn and whisper amongst themselves, their expressions saddened as they glance in Ronan’s direction. Ronan and Elvalia cross the threshold without pause, and exit the Seven Sisters into the breezy night air of the Port city outskirts.
After wandering a short distance, with the two walking in silence, Ronan stopped suddenly to look around and get his bearings. Leaning against a nearby tree, he retrieved his ever-present map and looked around for landmarks. Noticing the Port city's intimidating fortifications to the south, he turned first north then eastward in a confused semi-circle. Mumbling, "That way," he directed Elvalia towards the Northern highway, and she trotted easily ahead a short distance.
Calling out in a toneless, explanatory voice, "I can't run you see, I'm carrying all of her things. She doesn't need them anymore." Elvalia caught his words, and with saddened eyes lowered to the ground, came to a stop to let him catch up.
He continued then in an almost earnest voice, "I would like to run though. It's fun. But I'm very tired, and I think I'm going to stop and rest for a bit." Pausing for a breath, he continued, "Uwe has soup."
Elvalia cast an odd glance his way as he rambled through his speech. A speech which echoed the unusual Common speech patterns of Lirnna Virvaniyon. Elvalia had come to learn after the few times they'd all three been together, that several odd phrases of his come from Lirnna Virvaniyon, who, despite her apparent failures to master the finer points of the Common tongue, had developed her own unique style with it. Ronan, for his part, seemed oblivious that he was dropping into that style.
The dusty Northern Highway guided them to The Four Winds Inn. Ronan and Elvalia entered, and he nodded a greeting to Uwe, the proprietor of the inn. Striding through the main common room, he stopped in the kitchen area to scoop up a bowl of meat stew into his own container, and left some gold behind in payment. Ronan briefly wondered at the generosity and honesty of the guests, and the implicit trust Uwe had in all the travelers in Vives that pass through his well-known establishment. A flickering thought that perhaps, in fact, everyone in Vives passes through his establishment was shaken off as he climbed down the stairs to the guest rooms in the lower level.
Ronan glanced back to Elvalia as he opened the door to the guest room he stayed at when he first ventured forth into the greater lands of Vives. "You're welcome to stay," he said. "I'm just going to take a room for a while," He shrugged slightly before continuing in a reassuring tone, "When you're lost, you always go back to the beginning. That's what they say."
Elvalia nodded slowly at him as he sat heavily onto the bed, and began unpacking the bags he carried. She watched him closely as he went through the motions of a normal day, waiting patiently for him to speak, and perhaps questioning why he didn’t. She sensed something was amiss, something perhaps more serious than she'd expected. Lirnna must have been hurt, but was in the care of the Seven Sisters. Strange he'd not talked about her condition. She passed it off to weariness and fatigue. They'd been dogged by demons and threats to the very lands themselves, these past weeks. With Lirnna hurt, he was probably ready to collapse. She watched, and waited patiently for him to speak, but finally, sensing his reluctance or inability, left him alone to rest. |
-æsir
"The man that finds himself at a crossroads, and unsure of direction, is not lost. For in truth, all roads will carry him to the same destination - his fate. But it is the determined man that takes the next step." -Aren
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Re: The Ring Cycle
Posted: 22 Aug 2004 09:30 PM |
The Ring Cycle: Part III – The Book
The following afternoon, Ronan looked up to a faint tap tap at the door, as Elvalia let herself in. "Elvalia," as if expecting someone else, "Greetings to you." She closed the door behind her, scanned the room quickly and noted the disarray, with various clothes, remains of meals, and other objects scattered around him where he sat on the floor. "You're still here?" she asked quietly. "Where else would I be?" he replied, a bit surprised, as he turned back to sorting through the various items laying about him. She sat then, to better hold his gaze, "I thought you might have left, moved on elsewhere." He glanced up briefly, "Elsewhere? No, I have to wait here I think," before he returned his attention to the scattered things.
"What happened at the Sisters' last night? You were acting very strange," she prompted him. The quick, off-handed reply, "Oh, I saw Lirnna Virvaniyon. She said she needed to rest, and gave me some things to hold." Ronan gestured to Lirnna's clothes and equipment around him, "She said...she wouldn't need them anymore. But that's just silly.” As she watched Ronan meticulously shift some of the clothing around, she frowned to herself and asked quietly, "Why would she say that?” With a non-committal shrug, "I don't know. She said she needed to rest. She looked..." Abruptly he broke off, then continued, "They're very heavy," he gestured towards the bags and gear laid out on the floor. "I can't even run carrying them. She was just ..tired," His attention turned again to a small, lightweight robe spread over the floor to remove the wrinkles. He added then, on an upbeat note, "I like to run. It's fun."
Concern showed on Elvalia’s face, "But...if she just needed to rest, surely she could have kept her things with her?" Ronan raised his vacant eyes upwards to her, "She said I should use them to protect her people. I think I will hold them until she's rested up though," he quickly added, "I can't do it alone." Elvalia’s frown deepened and she prompted gently, "She said nothing else?" Ronan nodded as he straightened out the wrinkles of the robe, "Oh, no. She said other things. She said that she will always be with me." Her eyes flickered, but she covered her reaction swiftly, "Of...of course she will," she stuttered as she looked away. "She's tired. We ran a lot the other day," he confirmed, and added automatically, "It was fun."
Her head tilted to catch his eye. She whispered very quietly, "Melill? Anirilan'la lean ilcc laira lailew ela ean?" [Ronan? That's not all she said, is it?] Caught up by the combined force of her Elven whisper and intense gaze, he replied quietly, "She said... that it was her time." Her eyes widened, and a knowing look flashed quickly past Elvalia's face, as she turned away and stood slowly.
The locked gaze broken at last, Ronan returned to fumbling around, touching a few items furtively, and settling upon a ring made for a very slight hand. He picked it up, almost reverently, and tried with increasing impatience to place it upon his smallest finger. Even so, the ring did not quite fit, and he violently jammed it passed the first knuckle so it lodged over the second. Talking almost to himself, "I'm really...I am very tired. I am so tired," he shook his head slightly, "I can't carry all these things."
In a nearly inaudible whisper that rang throughout the very still, very quiet room, "She has gone then." Elvalia leaned upon the bench and bowed her head low. Vehemently he shook his head, and with strong denial replied, "She said she would always be with me. She's not gone." Elvalia turned slowly back towards the stricken man, unable to keep the sorrow from her voice, as she watched him fold a robe once worn by his Lirnna Virvaniyon. "And she will...in spirit." Moving closer, she rested a hand lightly on his shoulder and whispered, "She is gone Ronan. I have heard the words before."
He mumbled to himself, ignoring the words just spoken, "I can carry them. I just can't run anymore." Her voice low, but direct, as she bent down beside him, "I will help, but you must understand Ronan, she isn't coming back." Ronan flinched at the words, then he rambled on, "She isn't gone. She just needed rest. She said that. I am so tired. So very tired." Elvalia moved closer to him, "She said it was her time Ronan. Do you understand what that means?" Her green eyes filled with tears, and one tracked down the side of her cheek, "She is with Aros now."
Eyes clear and empty of emotion, the ramble continued, "This was supposed to be our time together. I was telling her things about farms. I would feed the cows, and she would feed me. This was just the other day." Elvalia reached for him and took his hand gently between her own. Nearly recoiling, Ronan shouted, "Aros doesn't need her right now!" She locked her eyes on his, ignoring the anger in his voice, "It is not Aros who called her, he also has no choice." Ronan continued, not hearing her, “I prayed and he granted me a way to protect the ones I care for. Why else would he do that for me? I have to protect her. She has to be here for me to do that.” Ronan’s arms dropped to his sides, shoulders slumped, and he resumed packing things into a bag.
She took a firmer grip on his hand. “Ronan, listen to me. I know, Ronan, but you must listen... this is important... it will help you to hear it.” He looked at her, his face pale, concern in his voice. “Are you alright, Elvalia? What's wrong?” She gently took the bag from his hands and placed it behind her. “You must listen to me... you must understand....” His eyes tracked the bag and he gestured. “I have to be ready... When she's rested, I have to go to her. I have to be there for her.” Elvalia frowned slightly “I understand.... but listen to me first. It will not take long.”
He looked in her eyes, returning to the present for the moment, “Are you sure you're alright?” She paused for a moment before answering, “No... I'm not... I need you to listen to me, and then I will be alright.” Ronan nodded, “Alright, anything, Elvalia. Just ask.” She nodded slowly, slightly relieved. “Lirnna is dead Ronan.... she is with Aros.... not because he wanted it but because it was her time.” She looked into his eyes then, her eyes showing a depth of enormous sympathy and concern. Ronan asked, “Why are you so sad, Elvalia? What's wrong?”
She paused for a moment, then continued, “I know this to be true.... he explained this to me himself. I believe I told you, long ago, of my parents' deaths? Not long after I left the forest, I was sent on a test by Aros to the temple of Helkris.” Ronan continued to listen attentively, playing with the ring on his finger. She continued, “ I had to confront my future... some of my destiny... or perhaps all of it, I do not know, by looking in the mirror. I have never told anybody of what I saw in that mirror, but if you ask, I will answer.”
Ronan stared at her blankly “Oh Elvalia, I would want to know everything about you. I care for you so much. But, I cannot ask that of you. You've been through so much...I don't know of what you speak...but I will only ask that you tell me what you would want to tell me.”
Elvalia remembered, “I saw a bow... just a bow.” Ronan blinked slowly, “A bow?” Elvalia nodded to him, “That is my life... the bow.... my destiny.” Ronan paused to think, “Like the Bow of The Archer?” She looked at him intently, not answering. “When I returned to him....” pointing north, “at the Stones, He named me Protector Of Ferein.” With a sympathetic face, Ronan replied, “I just hope there's room for you to do other things one day, Elvalia. Things that will make you happy.”
Pausing briefly, Elvalia glanced at him in acknowledgement, then looked down sadly. “But I had doubts” looks up at him once more “I hated Ferein.” A slight frown crossed Ronan’s features, yet all the time he continued to play with the ring on his finger. “You nearly told me that once before.”
She nodded absently, “Before they died, Arod and my mother, they sent to Ferein for aid. It was refused.” Ronan’s frown deepened. Elvalia continued, “Legolas told me he read somewhere that Arod was seen as a traitor, because he would no longer fight.” Ronan glanced behind her before looking back at her and his eyes widened slightly. “So, I refused to fight for Ferein... to accept what Aros had given me. He came to me, and asked why, so I told him.” Ronan’s face fell, ”Oh, I can understand that, I think. But that is so hard. What did The Archer tell you?” “He said that those in control in Ferein at the time were fools, but that it would have made no difference.” She looked at him intently, green eyes showing nothing but the utmost sincerity. Ronan, shaking his head, “But of course it would have a difference.” Elvalia continued ignoring his reply. “He said it would have made no difference because it was their time.” She waited for the words to sink in. Ronan held the silence for a moment. “She said it was her time too, but ... if I was there... I would have made a difference.“ Elvalia continued, “He said there was nothing anyone, or anything could do. That he himself had argued against it but the decision was not his.”
She paused then, and rested her hands on her knees. “There is a Book. A Great Book, called the Book of Time.” Ronan replied blankly “I don't think I've read it.” She nodded, “It is held by a being greater even than the Gods.” Ronan nodded and gestured behind her. “I need the bag a moment to pack it in tighter.” Elvalia held a hand stopping him a moment. “Please... let me finish.” Ronan nods blankly “Of course. Anything, just ask.” Elvalia continued, “The Book is held by The Keeper And in it is listed the time, and fate of every being that lives, has ever lived or will live.” Ronan nods, “Oh, that's a very, very important book. Much more important than the one I carry." She goes on, “Not even the Gods, not Aros, or Elbereth, or Bregodim, Midoran, none of them... can change what is in it. If the book says it is your time, it is the end, and that is why Arod and my mother had to die.” She takes both his hands in hers and holds them tightly. “And that is why Lirnna had to die.”
Ronan muttered to himself, “She said it was her time. But she didn't like to read. Her father wanted her to be a mage. But she couldn't study... the books made her tired. She was sooo tired, when I saw her. So very tired. I tried to help her. But she ...” Elvalia tried then to reach him again, “It was in the Book, it was her time.” Ronan shuddered and collapsed into great heaving wracking sobs. “She said she would always be with me.” Elvalia pulled him close and fastened her arms around his neck. “And she will be Ronan, she will be, she will watch over you with Aros.” Ronan looked around, eyes unseeing. “Where? Where is Lirnna Virvaniyon? I can't see her.” Elvalia buries her face in his neck weeping. “She is here, can you not feel her?” Ronan, voice keening “I can't. I can't feel her anymore. She is not here.” Elvalia, quietly, gently “You will.... in time.... you will feel her... as I feel Arod and my mother.” Suddenly calm, Ronan replied, “She said it was only for a time.” Elvalia continued in the same quiet voice. “And she is right. Your time will come too, and then you will be together again.”
Ronan stirred at the sound of a door opening, and listened some more. Hoarsely, “It's not her.” Elvalia replied “No. It is not her.” Ronan stood and wiped his face clear. Then quietly and with resolve, “I have to find her.” Elvalia took up the bag with one hand and his hand with the other. He looked at her, “I can carry it. I just... cant....run anymore.” Elvalia studied him, “There is no need, we will share the burden…” she paused and wiped his face, “…and run together.”
He looked to her, “I came here... because this is the beginning. And when you are lost, you should always go back to the beginning.” Elvalia nodded slowly, “That is true.” Ronan, quietly and calmly, “I will find her.” Then he glanced down, “I have all of her things.” Elvalia looked intently into his eyes, “In time, you will. It is written.”
He nodded, “She never liked to read. It made her sleepy. I don't know why she read that book.” He extended an arm, “I can carry it.” She smiled then and handed the bag over to him. “Sooner or later we must all read it Ronan.” Ronan looked at her, “I like to read. I always did. I can't wait to read that one.” Sharing a look, she replied, “Perhaps we can read it together.” Ronan whispered, “Perhaps.” Elvalia smiled, and they turned to go, Ronan nodding to Uwe as they headed out the door. |
-æsir
"The man that finds himself at a crossroads, and unsure of direction, is not lost. For in truth, all roads will carry him to the same destination - his fate. But it is the determined man that takes the next step." -Aren
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Re: The Ring Cycle
Posted: 22 Aug 2004 09:31 PM |
The Ring Cycle: Part IV - Elven Blood
Ronan looked dazed, "I don't know which way to go." Elvalia gently offered her arm to guide the shattered ranger once again, "With me...come...we will find her together." He looked over to her, took her hand tentatively, nodding, "Alright, then we can all be together," He took another look around, eyes scanning the Seven Sisters for any signs of her. Elvalia, with a gentle tug and a smile, "Yes... we can," and guided him away towards the Port city.
Entering the city, she asked him, "Where would you like to look first?" and Ronan, eyed the door of the local auction house, "In there, but only Lirnna Virvaniyon could get past the doors." Elvalia, rested her hand lightly on his shoulder, "Then she won't be there. She would be somewhere you can get to." Ronan leaned in conspiratorially, and whispered close to her ear, "There's a big ugly in there. She and I could take it down together. But, if she ever went in there alone...it would be bad."
Elvalia's bright eyes lit up, "A big ugly? Uglier than the other night?" Ronan nodded his confirmation, "It's what she's calls it, and oh yeah. Really big." Elvalia responded encouragingly, "Perhaps one day we ought to take a look then." Ronan grinned, "It was mean, but...she and I could take it... if we were together." Elvalia, shrugged slightly, "Well... there are still two of us... we'll have to try." Ronan, leaned back to look at the door again, "I have no doubt, it's just that there are traps, and she was the only one good enough to take all the traps." Elvalia, offered more, "I learnt cooking, I suppose I can learn to pick locks." Ronan shook his head vigorously, "They're tough locks and traps. She was one of the few that could do it all. Perhaps the only one."
Elvalia, tried to retain an encouraging tone, shrugged slightly, "Oh well, perhaps we should just leave it for her then. It can be... her door." Ronan replied frowning, "If she goes there alone, it would be bad. I'll have to check there for her though," as he started to pull away for the door. Elvalia pulled him back, "She'll never be alone now... nor will you, because I'm going to haunt you Ronan of the Aesir. Someone has to feed you. Who else can make owl soup with feathers?" He considered for a moment, and looked to her, "Uwe. The day I ate Black Chicken," as his face darkened at the memory. "I'll bet it doesn't taste as good as mine," she said. And, Ronan, eyes clear for the moment, "You're very nice to me, Elvalia. Thank you." Her eyes lit up at his compliment, "You're welcome. Always." Off-handedly, he said, "I wonder what might have been sometimes, you know. If Lirnna Virvaniyon and I...," and his jaw set firm at the unspoken thought, "We have to go."
She took a long look at him with her green eyes, and nodded in agreement, "Very well, as long as we go together." Replying in the Elven, "Aaia," he took another look around, searching. Elvalia, moved a step closer, and said quietly, "She's not here. Do you know where to look for her?" Ronan leaned in, and smiled ruefully, "She can be sneaky, like you. I have to really look hard and listen for you two." She placed a graceful, gentle hand over his heart, "Here is where you should look." He looked down to his chest, crushed her hand to him with his, as if to keep everything that's left within him inside. Elvalia assured him, "That is where all the answers to everything you will ever ask will be found. She is safe there, nobody will ever harm her there." As she smiled up to him, he asked, "Where will we go next?" once more, he looked to her for guidance.
Together, they made their way to the docks of the Port city, arriving there late at night, with the aim of taking a ship to Ferein. Ronan, after speaking with the dock hand, turned to Elvalia, some resignation showing on his face. "No boat," he said simply. Elvalia looked to the stars and said, "It's still a bit early, Ronan." Ronan nodded, "I was going to wait. I don't have anywhere else to go." Smiling sadly, Elvalia responded, "Sometimes waiting does no harm."
Ronan took a breath and lifted his voice, "I used to not wait. I would have just run. It's fun, you know." Tilting her head to one side, she replied, "Yes... I know." A deep exhale, and Ronan continued, "I can't remember why I was going to go there though. I've no reason to go there. I could just stay here." She watched him intently and suggested, "Perhaps we'll think of something when we get there." Ronan, searched the area automatically, "Perhaps."
Elvalia's concern for him returned, as she noted the pensiveness upon his face. Ronan caught the look, and asked with genuine concern for her, "What's wrong Elvalia? Is everything alright?" She smiled at him quickly, "No more than usual." Ronan nods to her in response, "Good."
They approached the launch, and the dockhand once more had bad news. Ronan, frustrated and confused, wasn't able to work out a solution. "Oh no, I was supposed to go to Ferein and Latonei. But... I can't remember why," he placed his head in his hands, and tried to get past the blackness in his memory. Elvalia watched him close, and suggested they walk from Midor. Ronan, nodded agreement at the solution, "I can't run anymore. I'll have to walk." With that they boarded the ship to Midor.
Aboard the Aegea, Ronan reminisced of the times when he had fallen sea-sick. Lirnna Virvaniyon would carry apple juice for him, during those times, and the juice would help settle his stomach. Elvalia, made a mental note to carry apple juice for her friend, smiled sympathetically as Ronan meandered through his memories of days gone, chiming in at the end with, "I don't feel sick on boats anymore."
They arrived at the Midor docks, and made way for the northern main gates of the city. Leaving Midor quickly, with little to keep either of them there, they came upon an outlying farm and ranch, not far from the city gates.
Ronan stopped at the farm fencing and observed, "Cows." Elvalia watched him closely, and he continued, "I said we could raise them, and they would feed us. She was confused about the meaning of certain Common words, and thought I meant that they would feed us, with spoons or some such." Then she told me of a time when she watched a calf suckling at the teat. And I said that perhaps one day, she would feed a little one, just as they do. Her eyes went wide. I think she thought I meant, that she was to feed a little cow." He turned to Elvalia, "I don't think she always understood me. And then we had a bad argument, because I misunderstood her. And I left her alone. And then..., " he broke off the thought before the guilt of this argument, the guilt of him walking away and leaving her alone, the guilt of knowing now that this was the last time he would see her until her death, before the weight of that guilt could crush him bodily, he pushed it back with, "I don't want to see any damned cows."
They traveled northwest, across the plains. Along the way, he talked out loud, mostly to himself, "I have her bow. But I can't use it. I don't know why. She said I'd need her things for the trials to come." Elvalia offered to help him understand that the bow is the Bow of the Ferein Court, and could not be drawn properly by the non-Elven races, for it is for those "of Elven blood." He nodded understandingly, "I don't have enough of that."
Elvalia stopped him with a command, "Wait." He turned to her questioningly, and watched her draw a knife. She approached steadily and grasped his hand quickly, drawing the blade across his palm sharply. Ronan looked down, in a curiously detached fashion, noting the flow of blood from his hand, then looking up in time to see her do the same to her own. Their hands clasped, blood mingling. Nodding satisfied, Elvalia looked to him meaningfully, "There you are. Now you have a little more." Ronan, nodded in understanding of their deeper bond, and responded in the Elven, "Aaia." Then, once more, the hidden gentleness returned to her face, and she sheathed the knife as they both continued onward to his destination.
Ronan looked away distractedly from Elvalia, “I was supposed to go someplace.” He pulled out his map and began to examine it. Elvalia tried to focus him once more, clearly he still wasn’t himself. She placed her hand gently on his chest over his heart, “In here… remember? She’s in here.” Ronan looked down at the hand and some semblance of realization seemed to appear as he looked back at her face. “Then I don’t really need to go anyplace.”
Tilting her head to one side, Elvalia said quietly, “There is nowhere you want to go?” For a long while she stood, waiting patiently. Ronan seemed to go through some sort of mental checklist, shifting his weight restlessly, “ I have food, I don’t need that… I’ve got too many things now, so I don’t need to trade… I don’t need to go anyplace really.” Elvalia gazed up at him, “How about we just go to Ferein anyway?” The same blank stare: “If you like, that’s fine.”
Elvalia led the way on a hectic journey as Ronan strode across the Plains, through Mineath and Whipsnade, paying little attention to anything as she fought to distract the attentions of first bandits then wolves. It was therefore with a feeling of some relief that she finally stopped at the gate into Gladden Hills. John glanced at Ronan then shot an enquiring look at Elvalia which she tried to wave away. “Oh,” said Ronan nodding, “John.” And they passed into the Gladden hills.
Then, seeming to realize where he was, he turned to Elvalia, “Aros came to us here. We fought the trolls from the hilltop and the plateau, shot them down. And Aros came to us and sat with us atop the Chieftain’s plateau.” She asked him, “Would you like to go up there now?” Ronan shook his head vigorously, “No. She’s not there!” Then he led the way through Gladden Hills, through the trolls, fighting them barehanded as Elvalia desperately tried to make sure he was protected and that those that fell stayed down.
Through Latonei, pausing only for Ronan to pick an apple from the tree Lirnna often rested under. Then on, through Mystic Wood, skirting the now tainted Grove, and on into Ferein itself. Elvalia led the way, glancing back occasionally to make sure Ronan still followed. Turning left towards the inner city she slowed, thought briefly, then turned left once more onto a small plateau where she turned to face Ronan. |
-æsir
"The man that finds himself at a crossroads, and unsure of direction, is not lost. For in truth, all roads will carry him to the same destination - his fate. But it is the determined man that takes the next step." -Aren
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Re: The Ring Cycle
Posted: 22 Aug 2004 09:31 PM |
The Ring Cycle: Part V – The Fall
He stood there, looking around, seemingly unaware of where he was or how he had got there. She moved closer and took the hand on which he had earlier placed Lirnna’s ring, disturbed to find that he was trembling. She looked down at the ring that had by now caused the knuckle on his little finger to redden and swell painfully, then back up at him. “I can help.” Ronan replied, “Oh, it’ll be alright, it’s just tight.”
Reaching into her pack she pulled out the gold necklace he had given her recently, noting how his eyes briefly registered recognition before resuming their aimless stare. Still holding his hand she pulled it up and placed it over her heart where he could feel it beating steadily, “Do you remember this?” Ronan, nodded, “I do,” She continued, “That’s where I’m safe,” As his hand began to shake even more she unclasped the necklace and held it up, looking up into his eyes. “If you want“ she said, gesturing at the ring, “I could keep the ring on here, next to it… and she will be safe too.” Ronan’s voice broke slightly and with a pained expression, he answered, “I can’t, I don’t think it will come off anyway.” Then as tears began to appear in his eyes, “I have to carry her things, don’t you see?” She looked down, a single tear running down her cheek, “I see… of course…”
Ronan’s agitation seemed to increase, “Elvalia, please…” As she looked back up at him, the tears in his eyes began to flow freely, “I don’t want to look at you and see her.” Elvalia began to weep openly as she answered, “I understand.... I just wanted to help...” Ronan spoke quietly as she wiped her eyes and tilted her head to one side to look at him “I know. Just.... I know you do… I wouldn’t have made it out of Uwe’s place without you.”
As he continued to stare at her, Elvalia turned, smiling shyly, and sat at the edge of the plateau. Ronan moved, still hugging Lirnna’s pack, to stand beside her. She looked around at the surroundings and, smiling up at him, gestured around her. “This is Ferein, for me. Trees looming through the mist… birdsong… it’s the way elves should live.” Looking around, Ronan became a little more lucid, “She said something similar you know.” Elvalia glanced back up at him, “About Ferein you mean?” “Aaia… but not about Ferein, exactly,” he said. “Look around you… and you see Ferein as you want it to be… with trees, birdsong, and mist… but…” As Elvalia nodded slowly he continued, “Lirnna Virvaniyon would look around and see a place… that reminded her of her.” He gestured around him, “She carried this around with her. Wherever she went, she took this along.”
Elvalia turned and looked out through the trees and the mist, nodding slowly, “I know what she meant, I do that too, some places… places like this, make me feel… right.” Ronan looked down at his feet, “This is hard for you” Glancing over her shoulder, Elvalia smiled briefly, “No.... no, I'm fine... I think she was right... “ As Ronan sat down beside her leaning back against Lirnna’s bags she continued, “I am a creature of the wild, I carry that wildness with me wherever I go…”
Ronan fell silent now, apart from a whispered “Aaia” as Elvalia spoke, aware that he was there, but talking to herself as much as to him. “I hate… organization… elves are not meant to be organized, I think. It is not in our nature. We should exist, be a part of things… a part of nature…” Ronan said quietly, “You are. You have the connection the younger races do not. I just feel a shadow of a ghost of that world.” Elvalia, frowning slightly, “Some of us are yes.....Some of us prefer to put things in little boxes… give them structure. Like Elorin,” the distaste in her voice was obvious, “and others I could name.” She nodded slowly and sorrowfully as Ronan muttered, “Elorin would be better in Midor I think.”
She looked round as he inhaled deeply, and listened as he continued to speak. “The Archer said the fate of the elfen world is tied inexorably with the fate of Vives itself… He also said.... Ferein is not all there is, if Ferein falls or stops…”
He fell silent briefly as a passing elf caught sight of them, and stopped to exchange greetings. Realizing that something was wrong – or that the pair did not desire further company – after a polite but brief conversation he continued on his way.
As he disappeared into the mist Elvalia turned to Ronan, asking him quietly to continue, eager to hear what it was he had been about to say. “In short,” he continued, “Ferein is not what is important, if it falls or fails the elves live on carrying this within them,” he gestured around as he spoke. “To another place perhaps.”
As Elvalia nodded slowly in understanding, he smiled sadly, “But he also lamented the old ways of the elf… when things were simpler… when all who walked these lands of Ferein were elf and none other. He did not mean it I think, as some have said it in the past, Alarwen and I were there… he said that he sensed a near pure Elfen heart beating within her, and even some within me.”
Elvalia’s green eyes fastened on his face, looking at him intently, “I have heard words spoken such as that in the past, though I think His words have been twisted. I am proud to be an elf.... proud of my nature... but I do not think less of another race… unless they deserve it, I do not think myself better simply because I am elven.”
“Nor did he mean it that way, I think,” said Ronan, “Still, the point was clear. It is the fate of the Elf and the fate of Vives that are intertwined.” Elvalia said sadly “I think I know what he means. We are corrupted in some ways, by influence from elsewhere. We build a city of stone, and try to rule ourselves as Midor does. It is not our way, to be governed. Led perhaps. We are strongest when we are at one with nature… with the world.”
"There must be a place, though, where elfs concentrate, shoring themselves up against the outside world. The elf is strewn throughout the land otherwise. And that would be fine... except when amidst other races' towns and cities. Then... those elfs are lost," said Ronan. Elvalia nodded, “I agree. I see nothing wrong with having a place where elves can gather... and live together... but not as it is now. Perhaps that is just me though... I am more at home away from others...” Then, looking at him intently, “most others at any rate... Bronwyn I think is the same in many ways... She too is happiest when alone”
Ronan wavered slightly considering something, before asking quietly, “Would you be happiest alone?” As he watched her calmly, Elvalia tried to not to show her feelings in her eyes and said softly “I have been alone.... all through my life... or most of it....” Then looked away as she continued, ”If the right person came along, I would be happy I think. I do not wish to spend my whole life alone... but I do not believe the decision is mine... Perhaps when Marillan is freed, perhaps then I can think of such things... Perhaps too when I know who I am…”
She smiled shyly, “Then again... perhaps not, who can tell...? We have much to do though first.... you and I.... “ Ronan had been smiling gently as he listened, but his eyes became suddenly unfocused, “Don't wait too long. Neither you, nor I, have read The Book.”
“Wait for what?” Asked Elvalia softly. Ronan sniffed and spoke slightly louder, “I used to say things like ‘we have work to do first’ and such to Lirnna Virvaniyon.” As her green eyes focused intently on his face, Elvalia said, “Oh... I see... I will wait as long as it takes.“ Ronan gazed back at her and said gently, “If I had read the Book, I would have known never to say such things.”
Elvalia blushed slightly under his gaze, “You cannot blame yourself, I did, for Arod and my mother's death. I blamed the ten year old little girl for coming out of hiding thinking she could help her father. I blamed Ferein for not sending aid. In the end only one thing mattered - that it was their time, none of us can change that Ronan. I find some comfort in that. Perhaps in time you will also.” She stood and moved next to him, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder, and continuing as he looked up at her. “You have been my rock Aco Omealw [Elf Friend], perhaps I can be yours too.” Ronan looked down, the pain once more entering his voice, “I'm sorry to have put this burden on you. I didn't mean to.” Elvalia replied, “Burden? There is no burden. It is the way of things.”
The words began to pour from Ronan’s lips in an anguished torrent, “She understands that. And it was meant to be that I would go first. And she would understand that it must be so. But I cannot see. I cannot understand why it must be that way. It's not what was supposed to happen.” Putting an arm around him Elvalia said, “Nothing ever is. Given a choice I would have grown up with Arod, my mother, and Bronwyn, but it was not meant to be. Some things even the Gods cannot change. But... they can help.”
Ronan’s voice was little more than a whisper, “I need to sit for a while, Elvalia. I would have you with me or not, as you wish. As for gods, or demons, I've no care for them now.”
Elvalia just looked at him for what seemed an endless time, she sat silently watching him as around her the breeze rustled the canopy and the birdsong continued. She knew there was little more she could try now.
Ronan began at last to cry once more, blinking the tears from his eyes, “There's nothing for me to do. I've nothing to protect anymore. Nothing to nurture or hold. Nothing to blame or bring vengeance upon. What is left of me?” Elvalia watched him calmly, “There is something for you protect, or… someone.”
As he looked at her once more, tears still streaming from his eyes, she reached out for his hand and said, “Ronan?” At the whispered “Aaia”, she continued with a gentle smile, “I still need you…”
He fell silent, the tears stopped, and he gazed out over the walkways and through the trees and sat, for what Elvalia would later feel was the longest time of her life. She sat, facing him, with her hand still on his.
Without speaking, not wishing to disturb him or break the mood she stood slowly at last and stood at the edge of the plateau, savoring the woods around her, feeling the life and the peace. At last, as she brushed the hair from her eyes, she heard him move behind her, the gentle creaking and popping of joints that had become so familiar.
Turning, she saw him watching her with a peaceful smile on his face, “You are strong Elvalia, you bear so much upon you.” Disturbed slightly by the change of tone her green eyes searched his face, causing him to look away briefly. “I am strong,” she said hesitantly, “but I need my friends. You taught me that." Ronan smiled ironically, “You have your friends, and they will always be with you.” Still sensing that his mood had changed, her intent gaze never faltered, “All of them?” Ronan reached out and placed a hand over her heart, “Aaia, in there.”
Elvalia didn’t take her eyes from his face, “And my protector?” Ronan smiled, “The Archer will always protect you. Take this,” he said, placing a silver ring in her hand, “and I've some things that will help as well.“ Very quietly, sensing that something profound had changed, Elvalia said, “There is only one thing you have I need…you… Knowing you are by my side, as a friend.” Ronan, smiling at her, “I will be with you always. She taught me that.”
Misunderstanding, Elvalia smiled openly and with immense relief, then watched as he began to rummage through Lirnna’s bags. Over the next few minutes, her eyes opened wider and wider as Ronan continued handing her things that she had scarcely known existed.
Realization of what Ronan intended had still not come to her until he reached, one last time, into a bag and brought out a book. She recognized it, he had mentioned it once and she had seen it in his hands when he had told her it was too dangerous for elves to know about… some elves at any rate. He had offered to let her read it then, but she had refused, somehow knowing she wasn’t ready to see what it said.
Doubtfully, and slightly suspicious as she at last began to realize what he may be intending, she looked at the book. “Do you think I'm ready for that?” He replied, “Only you can decide. It should not be lost.” Knowing somehow what acceptance would mean, she said, “Then keep it, I will wait.” He continued, “With it you may find a way to guide your people.” Frowning slightly, but still reluctant to take it, she answered, “I may, but not now.” Still pressing it on her until at last she sighed, he said, “Hold it until you are ready.” She took the book and stowed it away quickly without even glancing at it.
Looking over her head, Ronan continued, “You bear a heavy burden.” She replied, “As long as I have someone to share it with, I will be fine.” Ronan nodded, “You will. I must wait for her here, so that I may give her her things. Though some, I've given to you. So that you may protect your people. I cannot carry them any further.” As her green eyes ran searchingly across his features, Elvalia finally came to realize, if not accept, what he intended, “Wh... what do you mean?” Looking at her, Ronan smiled, “I'm going to wait here for her.” As tears began to form in her eyes, Elvalia said quietly, “You have decided then..... it is your time too.... “ He smiled, “The decision isn't mine to make. You and she taught me that.”
Weeping openly now and not trusting herself to speak, Elvalia reached out once more, for the last time and placed her hand over his chest. “Do not be sad, Elvalia, “he said, taking her hand and holding it close. “You know where to find me."
Elvalia closed her eyes briefly, “Promise me one thing,” she whispered, feeling his heart beating strongly beneath her hand. “Anything,” he smiled. “That you will keep me there,” she asked. He looked down at her gently, “You never left there,” patting his heart, “I hold you both there.”
As she nodded shakily, wracked with sobs, he continued, “You should go now… You’ve work to do… But don’t forget that there are other things.” Her deep green eyes took one last, long, look as she slowly pulled her hand away. “I will never forget…” she said very quietly, “ever…” Then, pulling away swiftly, she turned and ran off into the mist… |
-æsir
"The man that finds himself at a crossroads, and unsure of direction, is not lost. For in truth, all roads will carry him to the same destination - his fate. But it is the determined man that takes the next step." -Aren
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Re: The Ring Cycle
Posted: 22 Aug 2004 09:32 PM |
The Ring Cycle: Epilogue
Ronan watches Elvalia disappear into the mists of the Ferein, before sitting once more aside the deep chasm in the forest floor. He gives silent thanks to her, for without her, he would never have left Uwe's Four Winds Inn to come here, where he was once happy. His distant thoughts turn to faint worry for her, that the burdens she carries with her will lead her away from what is most important. That one should just simply share life with those that are your truest friends and greatest loves at each opportunity given, because everything else is simply a waste of time. His thoughts track briefly over his life and all the choices that led him here to this moment. All the fears and dangers, all the assumed responsibilites, and all the false accomplishments that led him further and futher away from his greatest love, his Lirnna Virvaniyon. The happy times they could have shared, the happiness he could have felt just by being with her, watching over her, and ultimately living his life out with her and their family. If he'd listened to her pure, innocent wisdom, and followed her example, then perhaps all of those things would have come to pass.
He turns to the bags and packs next to him, the ones he's borne these past days, and idly traces a pattern over her's with his finger. The bag is lighter now, having passed on some things to Elvalia to aide her with her burdens. But the full weight is still there within his heart, and he can't carry it any longer, and so he waits for her to come.
In the west, the sun sets slowly, and the evening mists defuse the lights playing through the leaves and branches of the forest trees. This is when the forest takes on a quiet, peaceful tone. A certain stillness, as if gathering it's own breath before continuing it's own journey into the twilight hours. Afterwhich, the chittering cacaphony of the woodland insects and other creatures resumes, as they go about their simple lives, punctuated with the occassional stirring marking the sound of the completion of The Cycle for some creature or other, who's time has come. And with that, The Cycle continues on for others.
A cool breeze rises, as the last remainders of the sun approach the horizon, and Ronan turns slightly towards a faintly familiar sound from acoss the chasm in the leaf-covered floor of the Ferein. Drawing quickly closer, and rising in volume, he catches the jingling, bell-like tones, and a joyous smile of recognition forms on his face. In a single motion he rises, hands automatically grabbing hold of the bags next to him, though not feeling their weight at all this time. Without pause, he takes a single, long step towards the coming song.
The bags are gone from his hands in an instant, as he takes her up in both arms, spinning her around in circles, both feet off the ground. He buries his face within her bright platinum hair splayed over her shoulders, and they laugh together, each enjoying the moment. Placing her back upon the ground lightly, he takes a step back to look at all of her.
"Ronan!" she says smiling back to him.
"Uhuh!" he replies, nodding to her, and each of them grin at his new, unfamiliar use of her happy phrase.
She bounds off playfully, calling back over her shoulder, "Let's run! It's fun!"
Caught by surprise, Ronan watches for a moment as she runs off, light feet hardly touching the ground as she bounces past the flower beds in the bright, sunlit meadow. Gathering himself, he gives quick chase and springs after her, determined never to lose sight of what's important again. |
-æsir
"The man that finds himself at a crossroads, and unsure of direction, is not lost. For in truth, all roads will carry him to the same destination - his fate. But it is the determined man that takes the next step." -Aren
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Re: The Ring Cycle
Posted: 22 Aug 2004 09:35 PM |
[OOC] Acknowledgements:
This is my opportunity to thank each of you whom I’ve spent so many hours with. Thank you for the experiences we have shared, and all the fun we have had together. Perhaps a time and place will come when we can do it again. I will miss you all. Like Lirnna, my time on Vives has come to an end, and other adventures await. Lirnna was, for me, very special. She wasn’t a character I played, she was her own person, one who graced me with her company for many hours, and one who I will keep in my heart for a lifetime. She has inspired me and truly made a difference in my life. As Aesir and I were discussing the other day… its amazing what you can learn about the world, and yourself, by “playing a game.”
Take care friends!
-Kandaelis
20 Aug 2004
The three characters in this story, developed over a combined total of 2400+ hours of in-game time. For my character at least, this tale documents his Finest Hour. His last decision to take 'the long step' was truly his own to make - and he made it to save himself from being just an empty, hollow man. A selfish decision, if not outright cowardly, but I find that I cannot judge him for this - for it was his life, after all. I thank everyone involved in the creation and maintenance of Vives - past and present. Above all, I must thank Benny and Kandaelis, the two players involved in this tale, for helping me to breathe life into Ronan at the end. I expect that this is my last contribution to Vives. I hope you feel that it was worth your effort to read. I'd ultimately established a strangely profound connection with the three characters presented here, and they are inexorably linked in my mind with the lands of Vives. I take a great sense of pride in knowing that, in the end, my character took on a life of his own - and I served merely as a "camera man" recording those poignant final moments. Thus, for reasons that I think should be clear, my time has come for me as well, at least in Vives. Best wishes to everyone.
Fa amacc,
[Be well]
-Aesir
19 Aug 2004
"Let's run! It's fun!"
-Lirnna Virvaniyon |
-æsir
"The man that finds himself at a crossroads, and unsure of direction, is not lost. For in truth, all roads will carry him to the same destination - his fate. But it is the determined man that takes the next step." -Aren
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Requiem
Posted: 22 Aug 2004 09:37 PM |
OOC - This has been a hell of a week, starting with the events related in this story. As we said earlier all three characters took a life of their own, and to some extent we just ran with it and let them work it out.
Lirnna and especially Ronan will be missed by Elvalia who bloomed and gained a new vibrancy and lust for life in her interactions with them. It has been a very emotional week for me – probably more so than her, she is so much stronger than I.
Unlike Lirnna and Ronan, Elvalia will go on, she is a survivor and will take strength from what they taught her. I can’t begin to explain how I feel about this… so I will let her do it for me….
Benny
22nd August 2004
Strand looked up at the sound of the door opening and watched her close it quietly behind her. She walked over and sat slowly in a chair beside him near the fire, placing a carefully wrapped package on the floor next to her.
Turning away from her he looked into the flames and took two long pulls from his pipe before looking back at her and eying the package.
“You’ve finished it then?” He asked quietly
The green eyes looked at him blankly as she pushed the blonde hair from her eyes and nodded.
“Yes… thank you for your help old friend,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.
Smiling sadly, he shrugged, “It’s time then?”
Her eyes closed briefly as her head dipped before looking up at him once more, “Yes… yes I think so…”
As she stood and bent to pick up the package, Strand walked over to the door to fetch his cloak, pausing briefly as he pulled it on to glance at the mailbox, then looking up once more to watch her as she walked over to join him.
As she pulled on her own cloak, covering her hair with the hood, he reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder.
“Are you all right?” He whispered, watching the hood bob up and down as she nodded and said quietly, “Let’s go.”
He followed her out of the door into the damp early morning mist of Latonei Forest, watching her from behind as she led the way through Mystic Wood, glancing briefly at the grove.
Following her along the walkway into Ferein he watched the small, graceful form walk slowly but lightly ahead of him and wondered not for the first time where she found her strength, how one so small could find the ability to survive all that had been thrown her way.
As she reached the gate, she glanced back at him briefly before passing through and turning left.
Her pace slowed once more before turned left again, walking to the very edge of a small plateau.
He barely heard her voice as she placed the package on the ground and stood looking out through the mist, just being broken here and there by beams of light from the early morning sun breaking the canopy.
“It was here… this is where it should be…”
Nodding silently he bent to unwrap the package and using rocks fixed the contents in an upright position facing out towards the nearest walkway. Once done, he rose to stand beside her as they both gazed upon it.
Carved from mahogany and deeply polished, the large rough-hewn plaque bore but two adornments.
Nearest the top, glittering in the early morning light like a pair of eyes, were two finely cut emeralds.
Below, embedded in inlaid greenstone, was a single arrow, varnished black.
Beneath all, carved save the first in flowing elven script was written:
RONAN of the AESIR
Beloved of Lirnna Virvaniyon
ACO OMEALW
Millvam eo Cilanelae
El Sasema Eo Anesa Latyalan Illw Anesala Celaan
Oemaelam El Sa Irailman
She placed her hand briefly over her heart then on the top of the plaque and as Strand looked down at her as she said “Oilmaamacc. Fa Lailoe.”
“He would have been pleased, I think.” Said Strand.
The hood bobbed once more before she looked up at him briefly and smiled.
“Aala”
Taking one last, long look at the plaques she turned and began to walk away, eyes cast down. Still looking down at the plaque, Strand turned to leave also, just catching her quietly spoken words on the breeze.
“I have work to do…” |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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The Cycle Goes On
Posted: 26 Aug 2004 06:06 AM |
Strand looked up from his book, as the door to the Oakhouse closed quietly, no footsteps so it must be her.
She nodded to him, smiling briefly as she walked past into the back.
He listened for a short while, expecting to hear the sound of woodworking, and occasional elven cursing, and looked mildly surprised when he heard neither, just muffled sounds of conversation.
A few minutes later she walked back in, stowing some new arrows in her quiver.
“Expecting trouble,” he asked, raising one eyebrow.
“No, just something I’ve been forgetting, I suppose it’s up to me now. See you later.”
Frowning slightly, he nodded, “Well be careful.”
She glanced back over her shoulder and grinned, “Strand, I’m always careful, you know that.” Then disappeared through the door.
She walked through Latonei to the outskirts of the wood and pulled her helm on.
“Right, let’s do this… but my way.”
With those words she seemed to melt away into the surroundings and walked on, her presence betrayed by nothing more than the slightest puff of dust as she walked up into the hills.
She stopped in the shadow of a tree and stood for a few minutes, studying their movements. If she did this right, and planned carefully, it would work.
Satisfied that she had things straight in her mind she nocked an arrow, drew the massive longbow then shot, four times in quick succession. Smiling briefly as the first fell in a charred heap she turned to the next two, running along the ridge to get down to where she stood. They followed the first’s fate.
Checking briefly that no others had noticed, she faded from sight once more and began to walk up the hill. Near the top she stood still once more, waiting, counting, watching. Then in a flurry of roaring fire arrows brought down four more.
Moving on, she repeated the pattern, hiding when able and picking her time, fighting on her terms until she came to the highest point of the hill.
Standing on the peak of the conical hill, she surveyed the scene. The chieftain stood up on the plateau with his guard and a shaman, down below just in front of her stood two more.
The two below, the closest, fell first, before she turned her attention to the plateau. With a garbled cry the chieftain soon fell, followed in quick succession by the other three.
Alone at last, she pulled the helm from her head, brushing her hair back and surveying the charred corpses that lay all around.
With a grim smile of satisfaction she pulled a small bag from her armour and reached into it, the early morning sun glinting on the ring on her finger.
She pulled out a small option and her green eyes gazed at it, closing briefly in remembrance, studying the charred ‘R’ in its circle.
With a quiet laugh she flipped the chip of wood onto the nearest corpse.
“Just so you don’t forget,” she said with a smile, “I’ll be back.”
Then she turned, shouldering her bow, and walked off towards the farmlands to give John the good news. |
Elvalia - Chosen of Aros
Elrith Mellin
Perin - 'Cleric (an' drewid) o' Elbreff' Weddin's an' pies a speciarality
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