Post by Joliette Thorne on Jun 23, 2007 1:53:24 GMT -5
—Beloy St, Cenril—
Schalk gazes at the vampires before him "By Donar..."he mumbles
Tenebrae turned to the sound of the ancient God's name. "By the one-eyed sonofabitch as well. Schalk?" A small smile parted pale lips. "Is it you?" The necromancer would hardly seem herself at all, so thin had she grown, and pale.
Schalk grins slightly, taking of his helmet and vizard. The elvergast looks at the necromancers pale and ill-looking appearance "I thought you'd gone" he brings forward "By all the Gods, you look dreadful"
Tenebrae lowered the wisp of darkness further down her chin, and laid aside the crude weapon she'd gripped. "I do not." Tene was still herself enough to sniff, haughtily. "Just a bit.. tired, is all." A slender hand reached out to tweak the elvergasts's sleeve. "You look alright though. Tell me, how have things been on the surface? I haven't been up here in a very long time."
Schalk grins, stroking his lefthand through his blonde hair, brushing the ringlets back. "What in the name of Hel has brought you to be thís tired then?" he demands from Tenebrae, wondering what happened "And well, I'm doing fairly well....but I'd rather know what you've been up to before I relay all that I've been doing..."
Tenebrae shook her head mutely, lips moving skightly as though she were formulating a reply she wasn't sure how to give. "I’ve been... ", she began, haltingly. "… deep under the earth, with the trolls, where things live that have never seen the sun." She shuddered and drew her cloak about her as though a chill wind gusted, though there was none. "And looking for Leo." As the name passed her lips those once-brilliant peridot eyes dimmed further. The vampiress seemed very small indeed just now. "He's gone."
Schalk 's face grows pale too. His mind springs to a moment some weeks ago, when Leo contacted him last. "When...when did you last see him?" he asks carefully,
Tenebrae 's eyes narrowed on Schalk. "It's been... been.. a long time." The necromancer had been in a place where time was counted in millenia rather than days, measured in the agonizingly slow drip of stalactite-growth, and where the seasons had no meaning. "Tell me, have you seen him?" The way her lip curled back might have seemed to anyone else an expression of rage. Schalk should know her well enough to see it was agony.
Schalk looks slightly uncomfortable as he watches Tenebrae closely. His left hand strokes through his hair again, a rather nervous gesture. "I, uhm..." he pauses for a moment, looking at the necromancer. "No, I haven't seen him....", he then states in a firm voice. "But, I must inform you.....", he stops again, interrupting himself. Silently he damns Leo to be chewed up by Nijdhaag, the Corpse-Dragon for eternity. The thief could have done something to prevent this situation, because seriously, the elvergast does not know how to say this to his friend, especially when she's in such a state. "Uhm, shall we go and get a drink? the Whalers Bar is around the corner..."
Tenebrae 's hand shot out, fingers gripping like a hawk's claw to her old friend's arm. "What is it? You've seen him, haven't you?" It was more like a real snarl this time, the woman's features taking a feral, brutal cast. "You know where he is..." She dropped her hand as abruptly as she'd raised it, apology in her eyes. "Aye, the Whalers. But hurry..." Tene looked about her nervously. "I don't like being in open places anymore."
Schalk nods, stalking off to the square where the Whalers Bar is, ushering Tenebrae to come with him
—The Whaler’s Bar—
Schalk walks in after Tenebrae, leaving it to her to find seats. The elvergast himself goes to the bar, while the necromancer sits, begging the barkeeper for drinks
Tenebrae had headed straight for the back corner, to a tiny booth almost hidden by a fall of netting hanging above. The light was dim, space scarce - she would have felt slightly less ill-at-ease were she not waiting for news of her Captain.
Schalk walks up to the booth Tene has chosen to sit in. He sits down opposite her, placing a glass before her and pouring a large measure of rum from the bottle he got at the bar. The elvergast leans forward onto the table, his elbows on the wood, his fingers interlocked before him "Tene....I, uhm, I'm not quite sure how to tell you this....Leo..." Words fall short for the elvergast, he doesn't know how he can relay this information, sensitive information
Tenebrae left the drink sat on the table, barely able to control herself now. "What?"
Schalk sighs, deciding he should just be blunt and get this over with, however much it might hurt the necromancer "I think Leo is dead...." the elvergast states "Some weeks back he contacted me through mind speak....he sounded strange, like his mind was addled....I...I think he laid his hands on himself...I heard him exhale his last breath, or so it sounded...." Schalk looks down for a moment, gathering his wits and thoughts. When he looks up he looks calm "I went to the Eternity with sheriff Jesserios of Rynvale, we checked his cabin and the holds, but we could not find him, though I am sure it was from there he contacted me..."
Tenebrae sat in utter silence, after those first words. Still, so still and pale she could have been a woman carved from marble. Any pretence of colour was gone from her flesh, her eyes dimmed to an olivine murk. Only her lower lip trembled, until the elvergast had finished speaking. "No." The word was spoken softly, but carried a tone of finality. " Not my Leo. Not h.. him." The frail-seeming woman slid from the booth, hovering for a moment over Schalk's seated form. "He cannot be.. he can't." As though her will alone might stop it being truth. "He would never leave me like that." Tene stood tall, then, gathered herself. "He never would." But here was a light of madness in her eyes, a bleak, sick look to her features that might have told Schalk that somewhere deep down the vampiress at least acknowledged it. "I'll find him..." She wheeled away, boots ringing on the boards as she broke into a run, one small hand held forward as she reached the door, to push it open with such force as to crack the hinges. And then Tene was gone, to find her Captain.
Schalk gazes at the vampires before him "By Donar..."he mumbles
Tenebrae turned to the sound of the ancient God's name. "By the one-eyed sonofabitch as well. Schalk?" A small smile parted pale lips. "Is it you?" The necromancer would hardly seem herself at all, so thin had she grown, and pale.
Schalk grins slightly, taking of his helmet and vizard. The elvergast looks at the necromancers pale and ill-looking appearance "I thought you'd gone" he brings forward "By all the Gods, you look dreadful"
Tenebrae lowered the wisp of darkness further down her chin, and laid aside the crude weapon she'd gripped. "I do not." Tene was still herself enough to sniff, haughtily. "Just a bit.. tired, is all." A slender hand reached out to tweak the elvergasts's sleeve. "You look alright though. Tell me, how have things been on the surface? I haven't been up here in a very long time."
Schalk grins, stroking his lefthand through his blonde hair, brushing the ringlets back. "What in the name of Hel has brought you to be thís tired then?" he demands from Tenebrae, wondering what happened "And well, I'm doing fairly well....but I'd rather know what you've been up to before I relay all that I've been doing..."
Tenebrae shook her head mutely, lips moving skightly as though she were formulating a reply she wasn't sure how to give. "I’ve been... ", she began, haltingly. "… deep under the earth, with the trolls, where things live that have never seen the sun." She shuddered and drew her cloak about her as though a chill wind gusted, though there was none. "And looking for Leo." As the name passed her lips those once-brilliant peridot eyes dimmed further. The vampiress seemed very small indeed just now. "He's gone."
Schalk 's face grows pale too. His mind springs to a moment some weeks ago, when Leo contacted him last. "When...when did you last see him?" he asks carefully,
Tenebrae 's eyes narrowed on Schalk. "It's been... been.. a long time." The necromancer had been in a place where time was counted in millenia rather than days, measured in the agonizingly slow drip of stalactite-growth, and where the seasons had no meaning. "Tell me, have you seen him?" The way her lip curled back might have seemed to anyone else an expression of rage. Schalk should know her well enough to see it was agony.
Schalk looks slightly uncomfortable as he watches Tenebrae closely. His left hand strokes through his hair again, a rather nervous gesture. "I, uhm..." he pauses for a moment, looking at the necromancer. "No, I haven't seen him....", he then states in a firm voice. "But, I must inform you.....", he stops again, interrupting himself. Silently he damns Leo to be chewed up by Nijdhaag, the Corpse-Dragon for eternity. The thief could have done something to prevent this situation, because seriously, the elvergast does not know how to say this to his friend, especially when she's in such a state. "Uhm, shall we go and get a drink? the Whalers Bar is around the corner..."
Tenebrae 's hand shot out, fingers gripping like a hawk's claw to her old friend's arm. "What is it? You've seen him, haven't you?" It was more like a real snarl this time, the woman's features taking a feral, brutal cast. "You know where he is..." She dropped her hand as abruptly as she'd raised it, apology in her eyes. "Aye, the Whalers. But hurry..." Tene looked about her nervously. "I don't like being in open places anymore."
Schalk nods, stalking off to the square where the Whalers Bar is, ushering Tenebrae to come with him
—The Whaler’s Bar—
Schalk walks in after Tenebrae, leaving it to her to find seats. The elvergast himself goes to the bar, while the necromancer sits, begging the barkeeper for drinks
Tenebrae had headed straight for the back corner, to a tiny booth almost hidden by a fall of netting hanging above. The light was dim, space scarce - she would have felt slightly less ill-at-ease were she not waiting for news of her Captain.
Schalk walks up to the booth Tene has chosen to sit in. He sits down opposite her, placing a glass before her and pouring a large measure of rum from the bottle he got at the bar. The elvergast leans forward onto the table, his elbows on the wood, his fingers interlocked before him "Tene....I, uhm, I'm not quite sure how to tell you this....Leo..." Words fall short for the elvergast, he doesn't know how he can relay this information, sensitive information
Tenebrae left the drink sat on the table, barely able to control herself now. "What?"
Schalk sighs, deciding he should just be blunt and get this over with, however much it might hurt the necromancer "I think Leo is dead...." the elvergast states "Some weeks back he contacted me through mind speak....he sounded strange, like his mind was addled....I...I think he laid his hands on himself...I heard him exhale his last breath, or so it sounded...." Schalk looks down for a moment, gathering his wits and thoughts. When he looks up he looks calm "I went to the Eternity with sheriff Jesserios of Rynvale, we checked his cabin and the holds, but we could not find him, though I am sure it was from there he contacted me..."
Tenebrae sat in utter silence, after those first words. Still, so still and pale she could have been a woman carved from marble. Any pretence of colour was gone from her flesh, her eyes dimmed to an olivine murk. Only her lower lip trembled, until the elvergast had finished speaking. "No." The word was spoken softly, but carried a tone of finality. " Not my Leo. Not h.. him." The frail-seeming woman slid from the booth, hovering for a moment over Schalk's seated form. "He cannot be.. he can't." As though her will alone might stop it being truth. "He would never leave me like that." Tene stood tall, then, gathered herself. "He never would." But here was a light of madness in her eyes, a bleak, sick look to her features that might have told Schalk that somewhere deep down the vampiress at least acknowledged it. "I'll find him..." She wheeled away, boots ringing on the boards as she broke into a run, one small hand held forward as she reached the door, to push it open with such force as to crack the hinges. And then Tene was gone, to find her Captain.