Rebirthing

Guest_kinolo: *Ulric Von Woofkin :3, shivers as he trudges through the snow,  sword and sheild resting on his back as he mumbles looking around the area*damn.... and here i thought i would get used to the cold... bloody idiot. *he continues on through noting the multiple dead soldieson the ground*what.... what in the hell? *he stops staring in shock at the bodies*
Heockius: -A sudden bust of wind howls through the area. But oddly the air doesn't feel colder... The chill that hangs in the air is like that of a crypt. The sounds of the wind through the trees almost sounds like a groan. A new sound drifts under the echo of the wind. It sounds like the rattling of steel.-
Rhyaad: The soldiers bodies show that they havee frozen to death, mostly. But a few of them have disturbing features. Odd poses, with parts of their heads, faces, necks seemingly chewed away, or looks of horror frozen on their dead faces.
Guest_kinolo: , *ulric draws his blade and shield in haste and panic, he starts to look around the area trying to find the source of the metallic sounds*what the hell happened here?... *he notes how the bodies are oriented,  then slowly starts to walk around az best he can*i think i would rather not find  out
Heockius: -Suddenly it would feel like something grabs his ankle!-
Guest_kinolo: agh*the sudden grab causes him to fall into the snow looking down at his ankle,  raising his sword*
Rhyaad: The rattling noises have reached other ears. Pale, cold, pointy ears on a head that watches from behind a stand of dead frozen grass. He has sensed the coming of the undead, and something afoot. He watches from his hiding place.
Heockius: -When he looks up from his fall he could see now, the soldiers have begin to stand. Their lifeless eyes now hold a burning resentment.. A hatred... Their gazes fix on him as they draw their beleagured weaponry.-
Rhyaad: [ pokes Miss Lamb ]
Guest_kinolo: *Ulric kicks his leg free and panickdly scrambles to his feet,  trying to get into a fighting stance, *w... what are you?!  how.... *he shakes hs head*silence yourself ulric,  now isnt the time to question reality!.
Heockius: -There is the sound of odd laughter in the air... No.. It isn't a natural sound... It drifts on the wind. The undead soldiers start towards him. A couple of the ones near him lurch and slash at him with their swords-
Rhyaad: Sharp and bright blue eyes watch the scene unfold from the grassy hill. They detect the aura of the undead coming from the soldiers, just as he suspected. But who is this other figure? What is he? What is a man doing way out here in this dead and cursed land? He cringes as he thinks of them dismembering the man.
Guest_kinolo: *he gasps quickly jumping back and  bringijg his sword and shield up to block the attacks*why you filthy hellspawns! *he bring his  sword up and swind down hard at one of the soldiers heads,  then noting the laughter*... w... what?  whos there?!  this is not funny!
Rhyaad: He chants something in an odd Elvish dialect, and his feet begin to float just an inch above the snow. More words of magic and his body fades into invisibility.
Heockius: -The laughter is feminine. Shadows seem to loom unnaturally behind the walking corpses. They groan and march towards him. They have begin to circle him now. Several of them raise swords and lurch towards him-
Guest_kinolo: shite.... *he looks around  at the zombies attack as he spots an opening,  then breaks to try Nd run,  ducking down to try and avoid their arms and swinging blades*
Heockius: -Several of the zombies don't just slash but they try to bite at him as he passes-
Rhyaad: This does not bode well for the unknown man. His elven eyes sense an aura of something preposteriously evil, monsterous, yet undefinable. He grits his fangs and begins to move, slowly. Like an invisible dream, the pale elf floats just over the surface of the snow, unseen by anyone or thing, his feet make not the slightest mark nor disturb a single snowflake; his body makes no sound at all. He resolutely but slowly approaches the zombies, fortifying himself with the knowledge that he is much more dangerous then they are.
Guest_kinolo: *he ducks and almost goes to a crawl as he narrowly avoids being bitten,  only to have a sword slash his leg as he yells out in pain,  trying to get to his feet,  only then tk collapse by a tree just outside of the walming horde*S... SOMEONE! ANYONE!  H.. HELP,! *He tries to raisenhis sword and shield*
Rhyaad: As a zombie reaches the man, it's head suddenly explodes! It would take him a moment to realize that the creature was just hit by a crossboww bolt... from behind!
Heockius: -The female laughter echoes in his ears. The shadow behind the zombies just stares at him. Gleaming yellow eyes watch him.  The eyes suddenly flick to the exploding zombie. The shambling soldiers seem to march mindlessly towards the fallen man, others search fruitlessly for the source of the arrow.-
Guest_kinolo: *he sits in shock,  then remembers about his leg as he tries to keep pressure on it,  his color fading from his face a little,  due to blood loss*
Rhyaad: As a zombie wanders near, searching for the bolt's source, his head suddenly flies from his neck in a shower of blood. The form of a skinny Elf boy, clad in snow camaflage and armor, fades into view with his action. He raises a sword and charges straight into the heart of the zombie group.
Heockius: -The zombies groan and converge on the "elf" They raise their swords and slash at him. The shadow watches the elf coldly-
Guest_kinolo: *ulric stands shakily,  trying to regain his stance,  but noticeably limps as he hobbles toward the group of undead,  blood staining the white snow behind him*i... im nkt... down yet...
Rhyaad: His body begins to move far too fast, faster then should be possible for any mortal being. He leaps at the convergance, spinning in the air and his blade becomming a rotating bringer of death, sending zombie heads and body parts flying in all directions.
Heockius: -The shadow dives into one of the zombies. It shudders and stands up straighter... It turns towards Ulric. This zombie now has glowing yellow eyes. It raises its shield. Suddenly it lunges towards the man with its sword extended... A far more graceful move then the other zombies have shown by far.-
Rhyaad: The "Elf" pauses only long enough to crouch, then he leaps 30 up into the air and flips head over heels, landing just behind another group of attacking zombies. His form literally blurs as he moves between them, senting more blood and guts flying and splattering on the snow.
Guest_kinolo: *ulric grpwls as his hand  reaches out stopping the undead being in their tracks,  by grabbing their sword on the blade,  then looking in the undeads eye*... i have no idea what you are,  or who... but you picked the wrong man to fight head on... *he quickly yanks the sword sharply from the zombie games hile bringing his blade down over the head of the zombie, to split its head*
Heockius: -The other zombies are being destroyed by the elf easily. But this one is different. There is a wicked intelligence behind those yellow eyes of its. The blade is not wrenched from its grip as it exerts a supernatural strength. Vile energy seeps from it as it raises its shield to block his sword.-
Rhyaad: The Elf squewers one of the last three remaining zombies on his spear-sword, and with the other hand fires the drowish quatyl at another, senting an iron bolt through its brain. Now only one zombie remains, the *different* one, fighting Ulric...
Guest_kinolo: *fhe sword clangs loudly and echos almost like a gong,  ulric looks on now seeming slightly more terrified *w... what?! * his footingslips as he falls onto his back still maintaining his grip on the sword as his falls from his hand,  now out kf arms reach*damn it!  should have just ran...
Heockius: (And grabbing the blade was a thing in historical manuals. Muder strokes and Half swording were VERY effective)
Heockius: -The possesed zombie stomps its foot towards his chest. An attempt to hold him down and force him to release its sword.-
Guest_kinolo: *ulric yells out in pain using his free hand to guard his chest,  his hands  grip now slipping on the sword,  the zombie can yank it away if they tried*
Rhyaad: The Elf advances on the strange zombie with the glowing eyes. He tilts his head to peer oddly at it. It seems almost as if it had a soul. But that's supposed to be impossible. Nevertheless, a spirit is a spirit. He grits fangs as he contemplates the unpleasent thing he must do...
Heockius: -It yanks its sword free and draws back as it prepares to stab. It hesitates for just a moment-
Guest_kinolo: *ulric can now feel the bloodloss as his vision  blurs,  he now seems to be almost in a daze,  as his arms now limply hit the ground*
Rhyaad: He begins a complex series of finger motions and as he progresses rapidly through them, his eyes change. No longer are they sharp and blue, but glowing and red! He finishes the last stroke of the gesture with a clawing and grasping motion, and a beam of darkness seems to emit from his hand to the body of the zombie. Something seizes the soul within and tries to rip it out. The most posweful of the old black vampire spells: 'Grasp Suspira'.
Heockius: -The zombie shrieks and all but explodes. But there was no soul to rip. Only the foul hand of something controlling it from afar-
Rhyaad: Sensing the zombies disruption without inderstanding it, he takes advantage of the moment and flings his sword-spear at the zombie, runing it through the heart.
Heockius: -The zombie goes limp and collapses on top of Ulric-
Guest_kinolo: *ulric lays limp on the snow nit seeming ti even show any knowledge of the zombie that is now on top of him, *nnngh....
Rhyaad: The Elf comes up behind the zombie and grabs his spear-sword back, pulling it from the zombie's body. Then he lifts the zombie off of Ulric and decapitates it. It's bloody head flies in one direction as he flings the body in the other. Then he just stands there, panting, his once white clothing now covered in zombie blood.
Guest_kinolo: *ulric tries to situp,  his skin now gone as pale as rhyaads,  his leg still bleeding**
Heockius: -The shadows solidify into a feminine form. She watches them for a moment before she fades away-
Rhyaad: He stares for a moment, looking almost as if he were angry at the man. Then he rips a long narrow piece off of his clothing and tosses it at the man. Extending a hand, he offers to help him up. "Wrap your leg, man, you're bleeding like a stuck pig!"
Guest_kinolo: *he nods weakly as he wraps his leg up,  now noticing what the man has done to the horde*... bloody hell... think you over did it a bit? *he holds a hand out and takes the mans hand
Rhyaad: The Elf helps him up, but keeps averting his eyes from his bleeding leg. "Just get that damn bleeding to stop." He says, in a tone that might be mistaken for anger. "Overdid it? I think not. Those things should not even be in this world. Then again.... neither should I."
Heockius: (-quietly puts Arabella costume away-)
Guest_kinolo: nor myself... especially after that
Rhyaad: "They almost took you out of it, yes. Not your fault, you could not sense the undead like I can." He studies him a moment. "Sorry if I seem a bit rude, but your bleeding.... disturbs me. Just what is a man like you doing out here anyway?"
Guest_kinolo: i normally go through here for gear. i normally find some good things, *he holds up his sword *but.... i didnt expect to be attacked by.... whatever those were
Rhyaad: "Nobody did. Not you or the others they murdered. Something strange is happening in this land. That's what drew me here. A good thing for you that I saw you when I did." He pauses. "May I examine that sword?"
Guest_kinolo: *he tilts his head and nods,  holding the sword out for them to take, *uhm.... yes you may?
Rhyaad: He takes the sword but only backs off a bit and thrusts it into the ground. "Sorry. I didn't want to examine it, only to take it from you. Before I tell you the truth. You didn't think a skinny Elf boy just killed a whole platoon of zombies in less than 5 minutes, did you? But you first. Tell me who and what you are, and then I shall do the same."
Guest_kinolo: *he falls silent and looks down at fhe sword*... i take it you arent justva normal being either then?
Rhyaad: He shakes his head. By now the glow has faded from his eyes and they have changed back to a bright, piercing blue again. "You first."
Guest_kinolo: if you must know.... i am a lycan...
Rhyaad: He nodded. "You smell like it."
Rhyaad: "I also asked who, didn't I?"
Guest_kinolo: Ulric.  Van woofkin..,
Rhyaad: He nods. Then bows his head forward slightly in an odd fasion. "Rhyaad de'Annar. And I am an Elf. Also something else. There used to be a group of five elven coiyula. Elves hate coiyula, but they were elves. In your tongue, that means they were elf vampyres. Such an unpleasent word. But that's what they were. the five. Now there is only one. I am the last DaeArato."
Guest_kinolo: last of your kind?
Rhyaad: The last of my.... Order. You might say. We stood the world on its head. We were beings of the darkness who burned ourselves to serve the light. Destroyers pledged to be defenders. The very word DaeArato is an elven misnomer. It means something like "dark sinister holy guardian."
Guest_kinolo: well... judging that you threw yourself down to protect a stranger speaks volumes.... *he sighs as he finished patchig up*damn fear.... i wish i couldnt feel it
Rhyaad: Something happened to this world, Ulric van Wolfkin. Something cracked. Things that should not be here came through. Some of them were strange evil things that I do not understand. And one of them was me." He studies him. "Only a fool does not feel fear, Ulric. I was afraid at first to come save you. I had to remind myself who I am. Do not be ashamed of fear, use it as a tool to grow."
Guest_kinolo: all fear does is make me lock up in panic... *he stands up and holds himself against the tree as support**though... it has gotten me out hairy situations
Rhyaad: You have to learn to accept your fear. To recognise fear as the little death that would bring on the larger death. To let the fear flow through you, and around you, and past you. To feel its passing until only you remain.
Guest_kinolo: *ulric sighs as he seems tk try and regain himself*ugh... ducking under blades.... the hell was i thinking...
Rhyaad: "When you get to be over a thousand years old, you learn a lot of fancy words along the way." He manages to smile at Ulric. "Now, Sir, if I give you your sword back, do you promise not to use it on me? I offer you the promise of no harm. That means sometyhing to us. Do you accept?"
Guest_kinolo: you have done me no harm,  only aid,  i have no i tent to hurt you*he smiles weakly,  still seeming like he hasnt regained his equilibrium *but you have my solemn word
Rhyaad: He bows his head again. "And you have mine." He steps up and gives him his sword back. "I hope you don't need this, Ulric van Wolfkin. But we had better get moving. There are more of those things all around us. I have a camp of sorts on a hill."
Guest_kinolo: *he takes the sword and nods as he staggers to his feet* right then.... here were are just sitting ducks... *ulric sheathes his blade and stands beside rhyaad
Rhyaad: I promise not to bite you if you promise not to try to stake me through the heart, or some other such thing.
Guest_kinolo: i would rTher have a steak to be honest*he chuckles as he hobbles beside rhyaad*but as long as you have no silver or wolfsbane.
Rhyaad: "Oh, ah.... " He sheathes the silver plated blade and puts it on his back. "I have no wolfsbane."
Guest_kinolo: thank the gods. * he looks up Nd around the area* what happened here anyway?  some sort of war?
Rhyaad: I do have a magic amulet. Something my Father taught me how to make. And it tells me that terrible things are happening. I will need to use it. It lets me see the dreams of others. All I know is what I see through the dreams of others. But a terrible war is happening, and a dark force is re-animating the dead. Also, someone else has taken my.... um.... descendant's magic amulet. I don't know who. But I intend to try to find out.
Rhyaad: Come to my camp, Ser Wolfkin. There are animals. I can drink and you can eat. And we must plan where to go next, because everwhere around here is dangerous.
Guest_kinolo: hmm... *he sighs and visibly shivers rubbkng his arms a little *colder than a witches tit out  here so if it means warmth.  i will go with  you
Heockius: (EY!)
Rhyaad: Yes, I even have a fire.
Guest_kinolo: (hides)
VladimirDeSalvos: ((-snerks-))
Guest_kinolo: perfect then, well we may as well get moving before we freeze to death.
Rhyaad: /me leads the lycan man off into the wilderness, towards a hidden camp on a hill.....
Rhyaad: [ fin ? ]

Rhyaad: ---------------------------------- scene 2 ----------------------------------------
Rhyaad: The skinny Elf boy wakes up the burly lycan man. "Hey, Ulric. It's a good thing we're in the Arctic. It's never "day" this time of year. But you can't sleep all day. You need food. And I need blood. There are deer in the sparce trees to the south. I say we go, and hunt. What do you say?
Guest_kinolo: *groggily ulric sits up and nods*well it would be a refreshing taste of normal...i say it would be a good idea
VladimirDeSalvos: -a silent shadow moves through the winter snow like the gentle breeze, no trail left in his wake save for fluttering snowflakes, the figure was making a partol of the forrest, readying himself for a hunt-
Rhyaad: He nods. "Good. This land is not as barren as people think. There are enough resources to live off the land. And..... something draws me south." He points out the direction and describes the terrian. "You're the wolfy one. If we are going to hunt deer, will you lead?"
Guest_kinolo: *he chuckles as he takes lead of rhyaad*suuure let the lycan go first to sniff out..
Rhyaad: "It IS a good idea, is it not?" he asks honestly before following him.
Guest_kinolo: if you actually want to eat?  yes
Rhyaad: He nods. "Yes, I do." He points out the direction. "Trees that way."
Guest_kinolo: *as ulric sniffs he looks around the area*hmm... well as long as you can be silent enough,  a quick clean  kill is waiting,
VladimirDeSalvos: ((Lycan, hes from the same tribe as Vlad))
Rhyaad: He grins, showing a bit of fang. Then whispers. "I can be more than silent." Another series of whispers and his form fades out into invisibility.
Guest_kinolo: *ulric chuckles and looks at the invisible man*cheeky bastard, i can still smell you so i can still see you unfortunatly
Rhyaad: [ quel. Amin ta ve ]
Rhyaad: The air speaks. "I admire your skill. Or your nose, as it were. Lead on, Sir Wolfy."
Guest_kinolo: (i swer hes cursing me in elvish)
Rhyaad: [ that was at Vlad. "Good. I like it" ]
Guest_kinolo: *he nods  and quietly  slips around and points out a lone deer *there.... while its feeding and distractedshould be very easy
Rhyaad: He nods and loads his quatyl, then whispers and begins to float and glide above the snow towards the deer.
VladimirDeSalvos: -suddenly an arrow would strike the deer in the brain, passing through its eyes and leaving the hide unmarked, killing it instantly, a mere moment later a figure who looked like a standing shadow would appear, looking at them from under its hood-
Rhyaad: [ Vlad would sense something strange. A lycan like him and something he has never sensed before ]
Rhyaad: /me utters a dispelling word and fades into view, his quatyl pointed at the deer, but staring at Ivan with oddly piercing blue eyes.
Guest_kinolo: *ulric sniffs and looks around*oh and there is someone else here apparantly?
Heockius: -Amid the trees nearby. There is something else. An odd feeling. A wind drifts by the three of them... But it wasn't a harsh artic gust... No this was different. A spring breeze? Impossible...-
Rhyaad: "Yes, Ser Wolfkin. We have company." He stares at Ivan. "Ser, we were after the same deer. I beg you, may I take my portion first?"
VladimirDeSalvos: -knocking another arrow he kept the bow lowered, but Very familiar Golden eyes stared back at him, amidst the swirling black tattoos covering his face, and the 3 claw marks over his left eye- Who are you? -he spoke, his voice layered with both elvish and common speak-
Rhyaad: He glances in the direction of the strange wind, but then returns his attention to Ivan. "To which of us do you speak, Ser?"
Guest_kinolo: *ulric tilts his head looking at the man* and being you popped in so suddenly,  maybe you should introduce yourself first,  friend.
Rhyaad: I agree....
VladimirDeSalvos: Both of you -he motioned to the other male- I am Ivan, one of the Shadowed Rangers of the North, this forrest is part of my realm, and this deer is one of my hunts, you are tresspassing
Guest_kinolo: im afraid a hunt kill has no name to it
Heockius: -The breeze drifted through again. It carried... Was that the scent of flowers? The breeze was warm as it brushed past all of them-
Rhyaad: The skinny Elf boy bows his head towards the Ranger. "Excuse us Ser, we did not know that anyone claimed these lands. We thought them wild and open to all. But we are both hungry. Will you not let us share? I promise you will not miss what we take."
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivan nose caught the breezed and turned in its direction, eyes narrowing, before he stowed his weapon and disapeared into a tree to scout the scource- D'avirt
Rhyaad: /me blinks.
Guest_kinolo: ... what did he say?  divert?
Rhyaad: "I don't know. It's not Elohai." He shrugs.
Heockius: -There was a musical sound. Like tiny crystals tinkling together. The breeze blew past them once more. It seemed to be coming from the south-
Rhyaad: He goes up to the deer and seizes it. "I hope he does not see this." He plunges sharp fangs into the animal's neck and sucks out it's blood - all of it.
Guest_kinolo: *ulric shivers looking exactly in the direction of the chimingn*.... was i the only....
Rhyaad: /me wipes his mouth. "No, I notice it too. But first things first."
VladimirDeSalvos: Neyt, bad omen, we move -he landed next to them, taking off toward the sound and smell, and for a moment, one would swear he moved like an elf as he did, but he looked like he should have a tail and ears-
Heockius: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZnGQLlfyg0 Tiny hint of background music)
Guest_kinolo: satchel of gold in my pocket says thag be another lycan*he mutters to rhyaad*
Rhyaad: /me stares at Ulric. "He is an odd one, isn't he? We should follow him though, I think."
Guest_kinolo: *he nods* please no more undead.... *he follows rhyaad tailing ivan
Rhyaad: "Well at least he doesn't seem to want to kill me. That's always a plus..." He looks questioningly at Ulric. Then goes off after Ivan.
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivan was hard to follow as he almost never touched the ground, moving from tree to tree and branch to branch, moving like a forrest elf-
Guest_kinolo: *ulric groans as he tries to keep up,  falling a little behind due to his injured leg*hey now!  mynsmell isnt that good!
Heockius: -As they follow the source of the sound things would change... The snow would seem to thin... The ground felt warmer beneath their feet. The smells of spring drifted through the air... But then the air was still as if nature itself began to hold its breath. Ahead of them was a strange three. Blue flowers adorned its otherwise bare branches. Its structure was different from the fir trees and pines that were around it. Its bark almost glistened like silver.-
Rhyaad: /me slows down to grab Ulric and help him along, causing Ivan to be the first to reach the tree...
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivan dropped from a tree next to Ulric, straing at him like he had offended his ancestors- poor puppy hurt leg? why no fix? -his speach was disjointed and...odd, it held a wide mix of accents in it, seeming he had to slow down to speak properly to people-
Heockius: -Those with the keenest of hearing would hear something else... A heartbeat... Slow and weak... But it was there.. In the tree...-
Rhyaad: /me stares at Ivan. "This 'puppy' is my friend." Then he looks ahead. "I... I sense something very strange...."
Guest_kinolo: *ulric looks to ivan seeming slightly confused*uhm... i patched my leg... leg is  fine.
Rhyaad: He stares at the tree in the distance and walks toward it, mesmerized. "No.... it just is not possible...."
Guest_kinolo: *he hobbles beside rhyaad looking up at the tree*what is it?
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivan let out an exasperated sigh, taking a moment- Why hasnt your healing factor kicked in and gotten you back up to speen wolf? -his attention turned to the tree-.....something lives
Rhyaad: "A.... a heartbeat! But from a TREE? Trees don't have hearts..."
Heockius: -The flowers glisten. No they glow a soft blue light. The ground is warm beneath them. The air is still, but the floral scent still hangs in the air... There is a crash in the bark a part of the way up from the roots of the tree.-
VladimirDeSalvos: no, but things in them do -he felxed his hand, the rune on his palm glowing softly- something is very wrong in this forrest
Rhyaad: He staggers up to the tree. "This is very, very strange..."
Guest_kinolo: i got the short end of the stick on that part ivan..... i heal only slightly faster than a human.  whT would heal on a human in a week... i heal in 24 hours.
Heockius: *A crack in the bark
Rhyaad: His voice grows horse. "In more than a thousand years, I have never seen the like of this..."
Guest_kinolo: i know trees and nature is alive... but a heartbeat?
VladimirDeSalvos: -tsks at ulric before his attention returns to the tree-
Rhyaad: I don't understand it, Ulric. There's a crack....
Guest_kinolo: eh? *he wLks over to the tree and notes the crack*uhm... yes that does  seem like a crack
Heockius: -As they draw closer, they could see a similar soft blue light from inside the crack. The out of place scent seems to radiate from the tree.-
Rhyaad: I smell spring... how can this be?
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivan made his approtch much slower, warily watching the crack and the glowing flowers-
Guest_kinolo: its coming from insidd the tree... like a capsule of spring.
Heockius: -The branches of the tree sway slightly, but there is no breeze to move them. It was like the tree itself shifted.-
Guest_kinolo: im thinking.... this tree might be sentient.... call me crazy
VladimirDeSalvos: -glares at the tree- tempted to reduce this to splinters...its unnatural
Rhyaad: "It could be a rift, mellon. I have seen such things. But never in a tree." He jumps. "What was that. It.... it moved!"
Guest_kinolo: stand down ivan.  no danger
Heockius: -The crack is ever so slightly bigger now.-
Rhyaad: I don't sense anything evil.... just strange. There is life in there.....
VladimirDeSalvos: -he muttered something about tourists in elvish under his breath-
Heockius: -Again the branches shake. -
Rhyaad: "Silence, fool", he says back in High Elf.
Guest_kinolo: *ulric places a hand against the crack and kneels by it*
Heockius: (It's not kneel height. He'd have to climb up a little or stand up on his toes.)
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivan moved back away from the tree- "says the fool who had to scavange a kill for blood" -he spoke in a layed mix of elvish and the lycan tongue-
Rhyaad: Ulric? Is that safe? What do your wolfy senses tell you?
Heockius: -The air is still... Like that before a storm... Or is that like a woman holding her breath before birth-
Rhyaad: "So I'm a vampyre." (coiyul) He says in Elvish to Ivan. "If you want to slay me, you'll have to go through your fellow wolf also."
Guest_kinolo: ill kill both of you if you dont stop.... something is happening
Heockius: -When Ulric looks into the tree... He couldn't see much... But it looks like a form... A person curled up as if in a womb-
Rhyaad: He's right....
VladimirDeSalvos: -makes a very rude elevn gesture to them but keeps his dostance-
Guest_kinolo: ga..... r... rhyaad?  ivan!
Rhyaad: "Sahkien phuto", he mutters at Ivan.
Guest_kinolo: t... theres a person in here!
Heockius: -It feels like nature itself is watching them now... Judging them...-
Rhyaad: What? A person?
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivan was nervous, the forrest was his home, an right now it was not happy-
Rhyaad: Calm down, Ranger. This is nature. This tree is magic. Everything Elf in me senses it.
Guest_kinolo: y.. yes... *he whispers to the tree so the two cant hear*if  you  can hear me... show me you can... speak your piece.
Heockius: -The tree shudders. The crack widens slightly-
Rhyaad: It's... opening?
VladimirDeSalvos: -Vlad lept back into the cover of the closest non magical tree and drew his bow, training it on the crack, first sign of a monster he would protect his home-
Heockius: -The tree swayed slightly. There was an audible sound of wood splintering as the crack widened yet again-
Guest_kinolo: *he gasps and nods continueng to whisper*yes thats it. we mean your land no harm.  just to live off the land, we mean you no harm.  i will not let ivan harm you*he turns to ivan*ivan!  stand down!
Rhyaad: /me glares at Ivan. "Tyar-nuk! Amadar!"
Heockius: -The light from the flowers trails down the branches and into the crack. The flowers wilt as if the life of the tree is being channeled into the one inside of it. More cracks appear in the bark. It would look like an egg hatching.-
Rhyaad: [ Be-still-cause-not/STOP!, fool ]
Guest_kinolo: this tree means no harm to us or the land,  you need to calm down
Guest_kinolo: *ulric turns and gasps as he jumps back frok the tree *w... what in the hell?
VladimirDeSalvos: -Glares back but does not slack his bow, he just lowered it slightly-
Rhyaad: /me backs off, his eyes growing wide....
Guest_kinolo: deknock your arrow!  we dont need any accidents here.
Heockius: -There is a sigh. The scents of spring intensify from the crack. Fresh rain. New grass. Flowers... The crack splintering. The glow inside was gone, but what light could trickle inside would allow a person to be visible to all watching. A woman was inside of the tree.-
Rhyaad: [ Tyar nuk is in fact a sylvan elf / ranger call to freeze ]
Guest_kinolo: *he shudders and looks on T the woman*w.... a.... am i seeing this?
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivan growled, a sound anyone who had met Vlad would know signaled danger to anyone speaking to him-
Rhyaad: I.... I see her too, mellon....
Guest_kinolo: *ulric shakily approaches the tree,  and looks up at her placing a hand on the tree*m.... miss?  can you hear me?
Heockius: -The crack splinters more. It grows wider. The woman's weight is against it... Suddenly the weakened wood give way. It snaps and breaks. Pieces of bark fall to the ground as the woman tumbles out. She is clad in white. Her hair is platinum blonde. She lays on the bare ground before the tree with her eyes closed. A curled piece of wood clutched in her hand like a staff-
Rhyaad: He looks at Ivan. "Hold yourself, mellon. This is a magical gift from the gods. This woman means us no harm."
Guest_kinolo: *ulric drops to his knees shaking the woman   little*miss!  are you okay?... help me out here
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivan said nothing but he did not make any hostile movements-
Rhyaad: Who.... who is she, Ulric?
Guest_kinolo: i... i havent met her before... ivan?
Heockius: -There is no response from her. Her breath is shallow. It seems like she is asleep. The shape of her dress allows a bit of her skin to be visible. A thin scar is over her heart-
VladimirDeSalvos: -shakes his head no-
Heockius: -Now it is clear that the strange scents come from this woman. The tree she was inside now looks dead... It is as if the tree gave its life to her.-
Guest_kinolo: she has sme sort of scare over where her heart would reside.... does that mean anythig?
Rhyaad: This is very, very strange. I feel as if I should know her... yet I do not.
Heockius: -Her eyes flutter open slowly. She takes a sudden gasp of air. As if she had not tasted it for some time.... As her eyes open more fully the same blue light that had been in the flowers radiates from her eyes-
VladimirDeSalvos: that someone tried killing her before, when she was sealed in the tree? -he dropped from the tree, bow holstered but still ready to act-
Guest_kinolo: so.... she died.... but was reborn... througha. tree?...
Rhyaad: He approches the woman slowly, staring at her eyes. "By the gods, this is strange... that light...." He kneels beside her.
Heockius: -Beyond her garb, she is adorned as well. A moon on her forehead, held inplace by a thing chain. Around her neck just under her cloak is a choker. A star dangles from a jewel at the clasp-
Heockius: *In place by a thin chain
Guest_kinolo: well... she is adorned well isnt she ?
Rhyaad: He gulps and reaches into his clothing to take out a silver amulet...
Rhyaad: He puts it in his hand and presses his hand to her breast.
Guest_kinolo: uhm... rhyaad? is now the time for that?
Rhyaad: "Camehron", he gasps. "She has seen Camehron."
Heockius: -He would also recognize another amulet hidden under the first. The dream amulet-

Rhyaad: He gasps again as he lifts the second amulet from her breast. Everyone can see that it is identical to the one he holds.
Guest_kinolo: (saame x. x,)  w... what is it rhyaad?
Heockius: -She sits up suddenly. Fear flashes through her eyes as she scrambles away slightly.-
Guest_kinolo: w... wait!  *ulric runs up and kneels by her*is okay.  we arent here to harm you,
Rhyaad: He back up also, startled. "Camehron's amulet! She had Camehron's amulet!"
Heockius: -She crouches low in an almost feral position. They were all hunters. They would recognize the look of fear in her eyes as she scanned them quietly. -
VladimirDeSalvos: -keeps watching, hand twitching slightly-
Rhyaad: He stares at her. "Who ARE you? What did you do to my only living relative?"
Heockius: -Her eyes widen fearfully. She barely manages a tiny whimper as she stares up at Rhyaad-
VladimirDeSalvos: i would suggest moving away, wounded animals are dangerous
Guest_kinolo: rhyaad,  easy.  im sure there is a rational explanation.  but enstilling fear in her will do nothing
Rhyaad: Camehron de'Annar! Did you kill him and steal his amulet?
Heockius: -She grips the amulet to her chest. She recognizes the name dimmly. She croaks a single... hoarse word- Friend...
Guest_kinolo: friend... he was your friend?
Heockius: -She nods weakly-
Rhyaad: Friend? Mellon? Camehron is the only *living* de'Annar left! If you harmed him I will rip your head off!
Heockius: -She crawls backwards a pace in an almost animalistic manner-
Guest_kinolo: rhyaad!... ivan keep an eye on him.
VladimirDeSalvos: -grabs rhy and hauls him away bodily- and that is just going to frighten the poor girl away
Rhyaad: "He's my only blood! The last living member of my family!" He complains, but allows himself to be dragged away....
Heockius: Friend... -Her voice is small and hoarse- Friend... -She rocks slightly-
VladimirDeSalvos: -cuffs him soundly about the ears- and you know nothing of dealing with wild creatures, which is what she is right now
Guest_kinolo: *he kneels down and pats her shoulder, *im not as harsh miss... he beleives his lineage is dead.  i tKe it Camerhon is ok?
Rhyaad: He stares at her. "You say you knew him? Naa lle mellon en Camehron?"
Heockius: -She whimpers and grinds her balled fists against her head. Her head throbbed. She suddenly stopped as her glowing eyes fixed on Ulric's wounded leg-
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivan saw that look and tensed, ready to move-
Guest_kinolo: *he hugs her and rubs her shoulder*how about your name... can you tell me your name?
Rhyaad: "LLE MELLON CAMEHRON?" He screams at her.
VladimirDeSalvos: -thumps Rhy soundly, ready to knock him out-
Heockius: -She extended a shaking hand to his knee. Her fingers brushed it lightly for just a second before she crawled backwards. Something began to happen. A brief gleam of blue light swirled around the wound. There was a warm and soothing feeling as the wound faded entirely-
Rhyaad: "Tyar nuk, Ivan."
Guest_kinolo: *he looks down at hiz leg... seeming in shock... *s... she wouldnt have hurt him.... shes a healer...
Heockius: Camehron.. Friend... Gift... -It was the closest thing to a sentance she had managed thus far-
Rhyaad: Camehron gave you his amulet?
VladimirDeSalvos: keep screaming and i will show you what this rune on my palm does -he glared at Rhy- you need to stay calm
Heockius: -She nodded. Her fear filled eyes turned up to Rhyaad- Friend... Mine...
Rhyaad: Shut up or I will show you what a thousand year old Elohai vampire can do to you.
Rhyaad: "Friend.... Camehron was your friend... is?" he says, concentrating on the woman.
Heockius: Is... -She nodded-
Rhyaad: Is.... he lives? Is he safe?
VladimirDeSalvos: stupid man -he mumbled-
Heockius: -She nodded again. Her mouth moved, but no words came out only a hoarse whimper-
Rhyaad: "Thank the Gods! Thank the Gods!" he cries out. "I'm sorry.... who are you?"
Heockius: -She was trembling like a leaf. The glow of her eyes faded leaving her emerald green eyes to study them. Her voice was hoare and weak- Serena...
Guest_kinolo: well isnt that a beautiful name.
Rhyaad: "Serena...." He composes himselrf and bows his head to her. "Rhyaad. Rhyaad de'Annar."
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivans brow arched and he made a note of her name on a small piece of paper-
Heockius: De'annar... -Serena repeated softly-
Guest_kinolo: Ulric Van Woofkin.
Rhyaad: He nodded.
VladimirDeSalvos: -Ivan took off into the forrest to deliver the news to his contact-
Rhyaad: Camehron is my.... I lost count of how many great great grands... nephew.
Heockius: Ulric... -Serena's eyes driftd to him. She swayed slightly and gripped the curled staff she held- Camehron... Hroclaw? -She managed as she remembered the count's name-
Rhyaad: Hroclaw? Is that old buzzard still alive?
Heockius: -Serena tried to remember. Her mind burned. She ground her hands against her head as she rocked. Scenes of bloodshed... Violence... Suffering.. All played in her mind as she curled into a ball-
Rhyaad: He's of my Mother's line, and would be nearly seven centuries old by now.
Guest_kinolo: Serena?... serena.  come back to us. what are you seeing?
Heockius: -Serena shook her head and held her knees to her chest. She could only emit a soft whimper as she rocked slightly. Her memories were disjointed. Nothing made sense in her mind.-
Rhyaad: /me blinks. "What's happening?"
Guest_kinolo: she is either hallucinating, or she is seeing what happened before she was reborn.
Rhyaad: "She is confused. But she knows my family! I cannot believe this! Ulric, we must take her and protect her, and learn about her. I want to know everything!"
Heockius: -Serena spoke weakly and hoarsly- Medrique?... Theron... Kikia... -She rattled off names that would hold no meaning to them-
Heockius: (Weeble)
Rhyaad: My family is all I care about! They are my only connection to the living world...
Guest_kinolo: .  *he holds his hand  to her  *cmon serena,  i think you need some rest
Heockius: -Serena looked up at his hand. Initially she flinched away. There was pain and fear in her eyes-
Rhyaad: Rhyaad extends his hand also. "I.... I'm sorry if I frightened you. I'm sorry. It's just that... I am so emotional about my family...."
Guest_kinolo: i am not an enemy, im more a gentle giant,  *he pats her shoulddr*its okay.
Heockius: -Serena reaches a trembling hand up and takes Rhyaads. Her emerald eyes turn up to meet his. The look in her eyes was like that of a frightened animal-
Rhyaad: He takes her hand in his cold and hard one as gently as he can. "Lye naa mellon - mellonea, Arwen Serena." His deep blue eyes stare into hers.
Heockius: -Her grip was weak as Serena took his hand. Her flesh was warm like the ground had been. The air around her was filled with the scents of nature. She turned her eyes towards Ulric again.- Friend? -She croaked weakly.- Friends?
Guest_kinolo: *ulric chuckles and nods *friends.
Rhyaad: He nods. "Friends. We are friends. All of us, Lady Serena. I want you to tell me about my family. I love them. They are all I have left."
Heockius: -Serena could understand him. She desprately tried to recall anything she could. But she could not... Her mouth moved but no sound issued forth. She winced and pressed her free hand against her head as the attempt made her mind burn-
Rhyaad: He nodded, understanding. "You just came out of a magic tree, by forces we do not understand. You need rest, and water, and food. I have a camp. Ulric and I have a camp. Can we take you there?"
Guest_kinolo: j would wait on Asking... at least until she gets some feet
Guest_kinolo: sleep*
Heockius: -Serena looked up at him. Food. Water... She could only nod. Finally a single word drifted from her lips- Winterforge...
Rhyaad: "winterforge?" He pondered. "I think that's a castle or something. Like I care for the politics of men."
Heockius: Winterforge! Camehron... Hroclaw... -Serena muttered. Another name came to mind- Reynard...
Guest_kinolo: a castle?
Rhyaad: Camehron is in Winterforge?
Guest_kinolo: is that bad?
Rhyaad: This is too much for us now. Please come to our camp. We will get food, and sleep, and rest, and then talk.
Heockius: -Serena nodded as she demonstated. She pressed her hand to the ground- Winterforge... -She lifted her hand and poked to fingers into the light print she place- Cameheron. Hroclaw...
Heockius: *Two fingers   *Placed
Heockius: *Demonstrated
Rhyaad: Yes, I must know of Camehron, and his uncle Hroclaw.
Guest_kinolo: once you rest serena.  you mind will be more clear
Rhyaad: Who is a powerful wizard, the descendant of my uncle.
Heockius: -Serena swept her hand over the ground, as she seemed lost in thought. Suddenly she looked up.- Danger... Hart...
Rhyaad: Heart? Are you a'right?
Heockius: -Serena place her hand down again- Winterforge.. Camehron... Hroclaw... Reynard. -She began to poke and claw at the ground around her hand print- Hart.. Hart... Danger...
Guest_kinolo: winterforge is danger?
Heockius: -Serena shook her head and tried to collect her thoughts to no avail-
Rhyaad: "I.... I don't understaand... yet. But please come with us. In time, you will make us understand."
Heockius: -Serena swayed weakly and pitched forward onto the ground. The stress of everything finally catching up to her. Like a newborn child she faded to sleep after the stress of her rebirth-
Rhyaad: /me gasps.
Guest_kinolo: *he catches serena in his arms*i... she.... fell asleep?
Rhyaad: Ulric, help me! We will carry her back to camp and nurse her back to health.
Guest_kinolo: *he nods lifting serena up*right.  lead the way
Heockius: -Serena muttered something in her passed out state- All... in... danger... Hart...
Rhyaad: "I don't understand what she means. We must help her get her health back, and then she  can explain it to us, mellon." He puts a hand on Ulric's shoulder. "Frogive me for being so... upset... earlier."
Guest_kinolo: i understand why... at least  you some family*he stands as he carries serena to the camp
Rhyaad: "some.... some...." he says sadly.
Guest_kinolo: cherish it,  at least you have some. (fin)