Post by Joliette Thorne on May 26, 2006 6:02:18 GMT -5
Tenebrae was sitting on the rough ground outside, her back leant to the tavern wall. Slender arms were wrapped about her slight frame, one clearly covered in a soiled bandage, an occasional shiver wracking her body.
Imar 's brows draw together in a frown, and he turns his gaze toward shadowy depths of the tavern wall. His keen eyes pick out the slight form Tenebrae, and listening to her shivers, he moves closer. Noticing the bandage, he nods his with understanding "That wound giving you trouble Tenebrae?"
Andre appears from the north.
Andre gave 2 blood wine to Tenebrae.
Tenebrae 's own eyes were dulled from thier usual jewelling green to a murkier, olivine hue as they were turned slowly toward the drow, another shudder trembling that all-too-pale body. "Aye... 'Twas the Lich...." Her voice was vague-sounding, soft. "I need ... I need to go home..."
Andre returns his sword to its hilt, and takes a seat on top of the drunken fool" Hello."
Tenebrae 's unwounded left hand reached to take the bottles, a look of gratitude given the giant. "Thankyou, Andre." A tremor had her drop one, and it smashed noisily and with a spray of sanguine liquor to the ground, coating her legs and dress in wine and shards of glass. Tene didn't seem to notice, placing the other in her pack.
Imar lowers himself to his haunches, and studies the vampiresses too-pale-skin and dull, green eyes. He gestures to his shoulder, and inclines his head "I didn't fight the lich, but one of his undead servants left a piece of tainted metal in my shoulder. Keer only just found me in time, elst I would be dead." He looks around for a moment "Your home, that would be the headquarters?"
Tenebrae 's head came to a gentle rest against the tavern wall as she leant back, eyes closing and teeth pressed hard to her lower lip to supress a murmer of pain. "Home ..." That word, so faint, seemed to hold a note of longing in it. "Need to ..." She looked to Imar, slightly confused. "I ... " The necromancer fell silent.
Andre looks down at Tenebrae, and gets a concern look on his face. He bends over to pick her up. " Where shall we take her?"
Imar was no healer, but could see quite clearly that the vampiresses was in trouble, and need of help he was ill equiped to handle. " Home!" he mutters softly "Where is home Tene? Tis a strange place your Headquarters , mayhaps, you will derive something from the magic dwells there" With that, the tall drow rises, and begins to walk toward the east.
Andre said to Imar, "you want me to carry her where?"
Imar nods "To the east"
Andre slowly picks her up, and holds her in his hands, and starts walking slowly east, being careful not to drop her.
Tenebrae seemed so small as the giant carried her, slender frame curling against his massive chest. "M.. mother will be so.. angry." A well of crimson tears ran to stain chalk-white cheeks.
_____Cabal HQ_______
Andre slowly lowers her to the ground, and places her on the polished wood couch, and then takes a seat on the floor in the middle of the room.
Imar steps into the large building, his sensitive mind instantly picking up the strange magic aura of the building. He turns to Tenebrae. "Tene, you're home, but this place is big, is there anywhere in particular?"
Tenebrae was glancing about in an apparent daze, pupils shrunk to pinpricks, dulled irises adding to her unfocussed look. "Mother ... " The vampiress blinked, swallowed, looked to the massive man and the smaller dark elf beside him. "Where are we ...? This place is so...." Her good left arm came around to clasp the upper portion of her injured right. "Where's Leo?"
Imar digs into his sachel, and brings out jar. He removes the lid, and a sweet aroma fills the large room, and Imar places the jar down next to the injured vampiress "You're in the Cabal HQ Tene, and I don't know where Leo is. Your arm is infected, and you're sick. You wanted to come home, and this is the best we could do." Imar withdraws a dagger, and points the dirty bandage "I am no healer Tene, but that bandage has to go, and " He points the jar "This salve is something Keer gave me for my wound. It is good for fighting the taint"
Andre looks at Tene. Infected, he thought, and then leaves to go get something.
Tenebrae stared at the drow a few moments, the pungent, sweet scent of the ointment seeming to revive her senses a little. So it was with a light of recognition that she glanced about her now, at the diresome hall they occupied. "Leo ... " Something seemed to twig, then, in her feverish mind, ravaged gaze cast back to Imar. "The pool... The pool might help me."
Andre drags in what to shorter people is a tree, but to him a branch, and sets it down where he was sitting, and then attempts to pull leaves off. Andre pulls some off, and then realizes he forgot something, " Imar, do you have a bowl, and some water with ya?"
Imar gazes at Tenebrae, his blade held low and unthreatening "The pool?" Turning to Andre "Any idea what pool?"
Andre looks down a little questioned, and he moves to a pool close by, and gets a bucket of water.
Tenebrae heard the giant talk about water, assuming he meant the darkened body of water within the Headquarters."Stop! You musn't touch the water!" her eyes are frantic,searching the massive man for signs of taint from that obsidian well. "There is always a price..." Her voice was hoarse, strained.
Andre brings in a bucket of water, and tries grabbing a bowl. He looks at Imar, " Could you help me? I need this all minced together, and these leaves is what will do the healing. But it needs to be liquidated."
Imar moves close to the giant, and nods "Very well"
Danielle appears from the north.
Tenebrae shook her head, a shaking hand pointing a forefinger to the pool. "I'll not let another pay the price. You know not what you're dealing with there...." She looked to the men in turn, pleadingly. "Don't touch the waters. But take me to them?"
Andre turns his head, to see someone else entering the room, and realizes its a vampire.
Andre said to you, "Its not those water of which I am using. I went to a lake, and got a bucket full of water.""
Imar instantly stops walking to the giant, and turning he quickly gathers the vampire up his strong arms "This place is dark Tene, and sick or not, I trust your wisdom. With that, the drow moves steadily toward the pool, the limp form of the vampiress in his arms.
Danielle strolls into the HQ, porcelain features concealed by the orange-trimmed hood adorning her head -- as per usual. Only in the way she moves would it be discernable as to who she is, until she spies the trio congregating here. Here of all places. Ever-scrutinising gaze falls 'pon Imar, and hidden brow lifts, sparked by confusion. Attention soon spies Tene, though, instructing the pair to escort her to the well -- again, the illusionist falters. "Tene," she says, stepping further into sight, "What're you doing?"
Andre said to Danielle, "She is from what I have heard, infected with something."
Tenebrae seemed to calm a little at the giant's words, nodding. "Good..." And as Imar lifted her, a sharp cry of pain emitted from chalky lips, she caught sight of another entering. That pallid, jaundiced face was turned toward the vampiress, a look of recognition dawning. "Dani... Gods, I'm so afraid."
Danielle skulks aside Tene and Imar, movements hindered by visible reluctance to approach the pool. "You've not looked well these last few days, but I've said naught -- I assumed you were dealing with it." Gaze deviates toward the ebon depths, fear contorting sheet-white façade. "I don't know exactly -what- that thing does," she becomes enraptured, momentarily, within the serene waters, before continuing, "But I've never liked it...what are you going to do?"
Imar steps lightly to the pool, a frown creasing his forehead at the cry of pain, yet his mind was on navigating his way to the pool. He doesn't notice the new arrival, and instead, lowers the vampiress to the side of the pool. His lips go dry, and his amber gaze is drawn to black water. And urge to touch the rippling surface, and drink the promised sweetness fills the drows mind and body.
Tenebrae stared down to that midnight pool, sluggish ripples now and then breaking the perfect sheen of the obsidian-mirror surface, with no apparent cause. "These waters.." It was as if she spoke to herself, so low was her whisper. "Are dangerous. They feed one's desires, even grant them, but .." She glanced sharply to Imar as he noted his hungry gaze, a look of warning, Tene not having the strength to stop him physically. "They feed on them too. What is given, is paid for in kind with what is taken." She shook her head a little, eyes glazing. "I don't know what's going to happen..." The vampiress leant toward the oil-black liquid, her injured forearm poised above it.
Andre grabs Imar in his hands, and picks him up so he can't jump in, or touch it.
Danielle , too, makes her way to the waters' edge, what would usually be languid movements are hindered, to an increasing degree, by apprehension. "So...while it will heal you, it will take something -from- you?" She asks, chancing a glance toward Tene's inflicted appendage.
Imar closes his eyes for a moment, his thirst a living thing, damanding satisfaction, and yet, with seductive promising sweet relief from the pain of his throbbing shoulder. Imar grits his teeth, recognising the power for what it is, and fighting it with every ounce of strenth. His injured arm rises, and moves steadily toward the ink stained water, and his fingers tremble with effort to stop. His gaze fixes on Tenebrae once more, and pressure eases a little, as attempts to redirect his mind.
Tenebrae was enraptured, it seemed, as she gazed to those black depths, eyes widening. "Mother ...?" A violent tremble took hold of her then, the necromancer's mind returning to the present. "Don't look too close. It shows you what you want to see. And if you're very unlucky, it will grant you that wish." She thought of Leo, the healed hand, the terrible accidents and misfortunes to follow. "Dani, it takes what you most desire, in exchange for what you need." The wounded arm, devoid of bandage, the frightful torn flesh half-healed but still showing a glint of bone, hovered still. "But if I don't do this, I'll not be able to want anything, again..." And as her gaze returned to the mirror-like pool, she let out a soft sound of dismay. "Don't show me that..." Was she talking to the waters? The question would remain unanswered, as her arm was plunged in, then, shattering whatever vision might have been shown her.
Imar feels his weight being hefted, and moved away from the pool. A breath enters his lungs, and energy flows into his muscles once more. He looks around and laughs softly "That damn pool uses some of my own tricks, but damn, I have never felt anything quite that strong"
Andre turns his head to where Tenebrae once laid, and he carries Imar over, and he picks up the tree branch
Danielle 's eyes widen in protest as the appending is plunged beneath those ominously ebon waters, and she moves to speak. Her delayed reaction prohibits her actions from having the slightest impact, however, and she can do naught but watch -- praying, were she one to do such -- that the well will show Tenebrae a little mercy.
Imar turns to Andre and shrugs "The pool is empathic, understands what you want and need. But, though it is strong, its range is short. I was there too long, elst is wouldn't have trapped me, and I and the vampiress are both injured. I thank you for pulling me away"
Imar turns back to Tenebrae, a frown creasing his forehead as he shakes his head "This is not good I think"
Andre steps ouside quickly, and throws the tree out into the middle of no where, and steps back in, to realize where Danielle was. He walks slowly over, and awaits for something to happen, and then it hit him. He looks at his reflection, and sees something here could not touch before.
Imar said, "She is the leader, and is connected to building in some way. I do not understand it, but she is a part of it in more than just name."
Tenebrae 's right hand gripped to the stone edging, knuckles whitened, struggling to keep her balance as the depths sought to draw her in. The atrophied skin and muscle of her right arm, stripped by the bite and poisoned by the arcane venom of the Lich, flashed breifly into view, the limb whole and clean. Tene was half-turned, arm raised to show Danielle, perhaps, when something dark surged upward from the pool. Indeed, it might have appeared the very waters themselves had formed tenebrous limbs, to grasp the vampiress. A shriek, a brief and helpless struggle -- and hand, reached with fingers splayed toward the illusionist, and eyes widened in terror... These things presaged a dire rumble reminiscent of unholy laughter, and Tenebrae was pulled from view entirely, not a ripple left to mark her passing.
Andre points to the door, and looks at Imar, " Want me to carry you somewhere?"
Imar stares the writhing waters, confusion overtaking his mind for but a moment. Stepping forward the drow reaches out, but stops himself feet from deadly waters "What the....?"
Danielle stands silently aside the pool, motionless -- more fool her. As the ensuing events transpire, the illusionist seems to lose all comprehension of rational thought. Those splayed fingers, pleading for her help, are the last straw; charcoal head tilts backwards, monotone lyrics shot toward Imar. "Tell Leoxander what happened here." Those five words all that are offered, before, with a resolute leap, the illusionist, too, casts herself headlong for certain misfortune, soon disappearing beneath the stagnant ebony waters.
Imar 's brows draw together in a frown, and he turns his gaze toward shadowy depths of the tavern wall. His keen eyes pick out the slight form Tenebrae, and listening to her shivers, he moves closer. Noticing the bandage, he nods his with understanding "That wound giving you trouble Tenebrae?"
Andre appears from the north.
Andre gave 2 blood wine to Tenebrae.
Tenebrae 's own eyes were dulled from thier usual jewelling green to a murkier, olivine hue as they were turned slowly toward the drow, another shudder trembling that all-too-pale body. "Aye... 'Twas the Lich...." Her voice was vague-sounding, soft. "I need ... I need to go home..."
Andre returns his sword to its hilt, and takes a seat on top of the drunken fool" Hello."
Tenebrae 's unwounded left hand reached to take the bottles, a look of gratitude given the giant. "Thankyou, Andre." A tremor had her drop one, and it smashed noisily and with a spray of sanguine liquor to the ground, coating her legs and dress in wine and shards of glass. Tene didn't seem to notice, placing the other in her pack.
Imar lowers himself to his haunches, and studies the vampiresses too-pale-skin and dull, green eyes. He gestures to his shoulder, and inclines his head "I didn't fight the lich, but one of his undead servants left a piece of tainted metal in my shoulder. Keer only just found me in time, elst I would be dead." He looks around for a moment "Your home, that would be the headquarters?"
Tenebrae 's head came to a gentle rest against the tavern wall as she leant back, eyes closing and teeth pressed hard to her lower lip to supress a murmer of pain. "Home ..." That word, so faint, seemed to hold a note of longing in it. "Need to ..." She looked to Imar, slightly confused. "I ... " The necromancer fell silent.
Andre looks down at Tenebrae, and gets a concern look on his face. He bends over to pick her up. " Where shall we take her?"
Imar was no healer, but could see quite clearly that the vampiresses was in trouble, and need of help he was ill equiped to handle. " Home!" he mutters softly "Where is home Tene? Tis a strange place your Headquarters , mayhaps, you will derive something from the magic dwells there" With that, the tall drow rises, and begins to walk toward the east.
Andre said to Imar, "you want me to carry her where?"
Imar nods "To the east"
Andre slowly picks her up, and holds her in his hands, and starts walking slowly east, being careful not to drop her.
Tenebrae seemed so small as the giant carried her, slender frame curling against his massive chest. "M.. mother will be so.. angry." A well of crimson tears ran to stain chalk-white cheeks.
_____Cabal HQ_______
Andre slowly lowers her to the ground, and places her on the polished wood couch, and then takes a seat on the floor in the middle of the room.
Imar steps into the large building, his sensitive mind instantly picking up the strange magic aura of the building. He turns to Tenebrae. "Tene, you're home, but this place is big, is there anywhere in particular?"
Tenebrae was glancing about in an apparent daze, pupils shrunk to pinpricks, dulled irises adding to her unfocussed look. "Mother ... " The vampiress blinked, swallowed, looked to the massive man and the smaller dark elf beside him. "Where are we ...? This place is so...." Her good left arm came around to clasp the upper portion of her injured right. "Where's Leo?"
Imar digs into his sachel, and brings out jar. He removes the lid, and a sweet aroma fills the large room, and Imar places the jar down next to the injured vampiress "You're in the Cabal HQ Tene, and I don't know where Leo is. Your arm is infected, and you're sick. You wanted to come home, and this is the best we could do." Imar withdraws a dagger, and points the dirty bandage "I am no healer Tene, but that bandage has to go, and " He points the jar "This salve is something Keer gave me for my wound. It is good for fighting the taint"
Andre looks at Tene. Infected, he thought, and then leaves to go get something.
Tenebrae stared at the drow a few moments, the pungent, sweet scent of the ointment seeming to revive her senses a little. So it was with a light of recognition that she glanced about her now, at the diresome hall they occupied. "Leo ... " Something seemed to twig, then, in her feverish mind, ravaged gaze cast back to Imar. "The pool... The pool might help me."
Andre drags in what to shorter people is a tree, but to him a branch, and sets it down where he was sitting, and then attempts to pull leaves off. Andre pulls some off, and then realizes he forgot something, " Imar, do you have a bowl, and some water with ya?"
Imar gazes at Tenebrae, his blade held low and unthreatening "The pool?" Turning to Andre "Any idea what pool?"
Andre looks down a little questioned, and he moves to a pool close by, and gets a bucket of water.
Tenebrae heard the giant talk about water, assuming he meant the darkened body of water within the Headquarters."Stop! You musn't touch the water!" her eyes are frantic,searching the massive man for signs of taint from that obsidian well. "There is always a price..." Her voice was hoarse, strained.
Andre brings in a bucket of water, and tries grabbing a bowl. He looks at Imar, " Could you help me? I need this all minced together, and these leaves is what will do the healing. But it needs to be liquidated."
Imar moves close to the giant, and nods "Very well"
Danielle appears from the north.
Tenebrae shook her head, a shaking hand pointing a forefinger to the pool. "I'll not let another pay the price. You know not what you're dealing with there...." She looked to the men in turn, pleadingly. "Don't touch the waters. But take me to them?"
Andre turns his head, to see someone else entering the room, and realizes its a vampire.
Andre said to you, "Its not those water of which I am using. I went to a lake, and got a bucket full of water.""
Imar instantly stops walking to the giant, and turning he quickly gathers the vampire up his strong arms "This place is dark Tene, and sick or not, I trust your wisdom. With that, the drow moves steadily toward the pool, the limp form of the vampiress in his arms.
Danielle strolls into the HQ, porcelain features concealed by the orange-trimmed hood adorning her head -- as per usual. Only in the way she moves would it be discernable as to who she is, until she spies the trio congregating here. Here of all places. Ever-scrutinising gaze falls 'pon Imar, and hidden brow lifts, sparked by confusion. Attention soon spies Tene, though, instructing the pair to escort her to the well -- again, the illusionist falters. "Tene," she says, stepping further into sight, "What're you doing?"
Andre said to Danielle, "She is from what I have heard, infected with something."
Tenebrae seemed to calm a little at the giant's words, nodding. "Good..." And as Imar lifted her, a sharp cry of pain emitted from chalky lips, she caught sight of another entering. That pallid, jaundiced face was turned toward the vampiress, a look of recognition dawning. "Dani... Gods, I'm so afraid."
Danielle skulks aside Tene and Imar, movements hindered by visible reluctance to approach the pool. "You've not looked well these last few days, but I've said naught -- I assumed you were dealing with it." Gaze deviates toward the ebon depths, fear contorting sheet-white façade. "I don't know exactly -what- that thing does," she becomes enraptured, momentarily, within the serene waters, before continuing, "But I've never liked it...what are you going to do?"
Imar steps lightly to the pool, a frown creasing his forehead at the cry of pain, yet his mind was on navigating his way to the pool. He doesn't notice the new arrival, and instead, lowers the vampiress to the side of the pool. His lips go dry, and his amber gaze is drawn to black water. And urge to touch the rippling surface, and drink the promised sweetness fills the drows mind and body.
Tenebrae stared down to that midnight pool, sluggish ripples now and then breaking the perfect sheen of the obsidian-mirror surface, with no apparent cause. "These waters.." It was as if she spoke to herself, so low was her whisper. "Are dangerous. They feed one's desires, even grant them, but .." She glanced sharply to Imar as he noted his hungry gaze, a look of warning, Tene not having the strength to stop him physically. "They feed on them too. What is given, is paid for in kind with what is taken." She shook her head a little, eyes glazing. "I don't know what's going to happen..." The vampiress leant toward the oil-black liquid, her injured forearm poised above it.
Andre grabs Imar in his hands, and picks him up so he can't jump in, or touch it.
Danielle , too, makes her way to the waters' edge, what would usually be languid movements are hindered, to an increasing degree, by apprehension. "So...while it will heal you, it will take something -from- you?" She asks, chancing a glance toward Tene's inflicted appendage.
Imar closes his eyes for a moment, his thirst a living thing, damanding satisfaction, and yet, with seductive promising sweet relief from the pain of his throbbing shoulder. Imar grits his teeth, recognising the power for what it is, and fighting it with every ounce of strenth. His injured arm rises, and moves steadily toward the ink stained water, and his fingers tremble with effort to stop. His gaze fixes on Tenebrae once more, and pressure eases a little, as attempts to redirect his mind.
Tenebrae was enraptured, it seemed, as she gazed to those black depths, eyes widening. "Mother ...?" A violent tremble took hold of her then, the necromancer's mind returning to the present. "Don't look too close. It shows you what you want to see. And if you're very unlucky, it will grant you that wish." She thought of Leo, the healed hand, the terrible accidents and misfortunes to follow. "Dani, it takes what you most desire, in exchange for what you need." The wounded arm, devoid of bandage, the frightful torn flesh half-healed but still showing a glint of bone, hovered still. "But if I don't do this, I'll not be able to want anything, again..." And as her gaze returned to the mirror-like pool, she let out a soft sound of dismay. "Don't show me that..." Was she talking to the waters? The question would remain unanswered, as her arm was plunged in, then, shattering whatever vision might have been shown her.
Imar feels his weight being hefted, and moved away from the pool. A breath enters his lungs, and energy flows into his muscles once more. He looks around and laughs softly "That damn pool uses some of my own tricks, but damn, I have never felt anything quite that strong"
Andre turns his head to where Tenebrae once laid, and he carries Imar over, and he picks up the tree branch
Danielle 's eyes widen in protest as the appending is plunged beneath those ominously ebon waters, and she moves to speak. Her delayed reaction prohibits her actions from having the slightest impact, however, and she can do naught but watch -- praying, were she one to do such -- that the well will show Tenebrae a little mercy.
Imar turns to Andre and shrugs "The pool is empathic, understands what you want and need. But, though it is strong, its range is short. I was there too long, elst is wouldn't have trapped me, and I and the vampiress are both injured. I thank you for pulling me away"
Imar turns back to Tenebrae, a frown creasing his forehead as he shakes his head "This is not good I think"
Andre steps ouside quickly, and throws the tree out into the middle of no where, and steps back in, to realize where Danielle was. He walks slowly over, and awaits for something to happen, and then it hit him. He looks at his reflection, and sees something here could not touch before.
Imar said, "She is the leader, and is connected to building in some way. I do not understand it, but she is a part of it in more than just name."
Tenebrae 's right hand gripped to the stone edging, knuckles whitened, struggling to keep her balance as the depths sought to draw her in. The atrophied skin and muscle of her right arm, stripped by the bite and poisoned by the arcane venom of the Lich, flashed breifly into view, the limb whole and clean. Tene was half-turned, arm raised to show Danielle, perhaps, when something dark surged upward from the pool. Indeed, it might have appeared the very waters themselves had formed tenebrous limbs, to grasp the vampiress. A shriek, a brief and helpless struggle -- and hand, reached with fingers splayed toward the illusionist, and eyes widened in terror... These things presaged a dire rumble reminiscent of unholy laughter, and Tenebrae was pulled from view entirely, not a ripple left to mark her passing.
Andre points to the door, and looks at Imar, " Want me to carry you somewhere?"
Imar stares the writhing waters, confusion overtaking his mind for but a moment. Stepping forward the drow reaches out, but stops himself feet from deadly waters "What the....?"
Danielle stands silently aside the pool, motionless -- more fool her. As the ensuing events transpire, the illusionist seems to lose all comprehension of rational thought. Those splayed fingers, pleading for her help, are the last straw; charcoal head tilts backwards, monotone lyrics shot toward Imar. "Tell Leoxander what happened here." Those five words all that are offered, before, with a resolute leap, the illusionist, too, casts herself headlong for certain misfortune, soon disappearing beneath the stagnant ebony waters.