The following is a narration partly based on in game RP. Thank you my friends, love you all.
Secret negotiations, Part II
“Then you have to bow down to the prophet.” Silvara added with a bemusement in her voice.
Elyssa looked down for a moment, choosing her words with carefulness. “What do you mean…? Bow down?” Alexios tried to hold back a laugh.
“Giving him my obedience?” Elyssas tone was bitter. Kneeling down to a self entitled Prophet who formed his own laws, ever changeable as the weather? As the best she could, she tried to hide the feelings boiling up inside her. Showing them would only make negations so much harder.
“Kneel to him. Admit defeat. What else?” Silvara continued with a smug smile on her face.
Derellas snapped.” Enough Silvara!” He gave her a long look and then he turned back his gaze to Elyssa. His gaze had the desired effect and Silvara lowered her head and obeyed Derellas' order.
Alexios coughed and his expressions were inflamed. “Lady Elyssa will not kneel to anyone.” Tarelia nodded in consent.
“Easy, Alexios.” Elyssa placed a hand on his shoulder to hold him back.
“Like we said, breaking off your ties with the Fearghals is the first step you should take if you're serious about this. It’s the only way to show you're truly serious about making amends.” said Derellas. A nod from Treizi confirmed that she agreed and Derellas continued. “And if you're not willing to do that well... I doubt things can ever be repaired between both our people.”
Elyssa turned to Treizi, looked her in her eyes and asked solemnly.”And then…? What will he ask of me after I have kneeled to him?”
“If you show him what he wants to see, he might release you form the blood oath. But that I can’t say, that is in his hands.” Treizis words rung true and Elyssa looked at her carefully, weighing her words. Whatever she decided to say or do, she would be trapped by what her honor demanded of her and her own personal welfare.
“One step at a time.” Derellas eyes did not waver from Elyssas. “You want our advice? Do as we said and contact me again once it’s done.”
“Yes, break with the Fearghals.” Treizi added.
“I thank you for your advices.” Elyssa said in a formal tone, ending the meeting. “And I thank you for coming here.”
“We'll talk again if you're willing to go through with this.” Derellas stated “And if not, I hope you get better.” He finished the sentence gently and his eyes soften for a short while.
“We can speak again if that happens.” Treizi smiled weakly. Treizi and Derellas exchanged a short glance and with silent communications they agreed to make ready to leave. Silvara smiled coldly and followed in tow.
Alexios stayed still beside Elyssa, scratching his bald head and yawned slightly.
“May the light shine on your path.” Elyssa mumbled softly while she watched them leave; she lowered her head and spoke low. “This is worse than I expected...”
“Mah... Stupid snake lovers.” Alexios words were cold.
“How can they demand that?” Tarelia asked in disbelief.
“They can't demand anything.” Alexios reply was instant.
“Stygians have another way of thinking.” Elyssa explained with a tired voice.
Alexios nodded. “They think like snakes, you know... and snakes have tiny brains.” Elyssa crocked a brow at his statement.
“But we can't break up the alliance?” Tarelia asked.
“No, Tarelia... We will never break the alliance. But Imoteph has a now trump on his hand because he cursed me...” Elyssa sounded more and more tiered.
“Every curse can be broken.” Alexios argued. “If I may ask, lady Elyssa... What kind of curse this is?”
Tarelia looked at her with a worried expression in her face. “I will do everything I can to help you find a way to break the curse Elyssa.... there must be another way.”
“I swore a blood oath to serve Imoteph. At the time, I... we thought it was symbolic... Turns out it was not.”
“Meh.. Oath to some bloody snake lover doesn't count anything.” Alexios spitted out the words.
“Bloody Stygians” Tarelia said with feeling.
"Aye, they should impale them in the front of Tarantia... As warning for others snake lovers who wander here...” said Alexios.
Tarelia laughed. “Indeed Alexios”
“Yes, Tarelia... I will send you out with Alexios to gather more information about this kind of curse. Can you do that for me?”
“Where should we start my lady?” Tarelia straightens herself.
“It will be honor for us.” Alexios said.
Tarelia nodded enthusiastic “Indeed”
“I will send you off to Khemi. But beware; in Khemi even the walls have ears. I have had my share of troubles due to that.
“We will do our best.” Tarelia assured.
“We will find a way to break this damned curse for sure... We have the power of Asura with us. And Asura is mightiest of the gods... “Alexios bowed to Elyssa.
“Thank you both, my brave guards.” Elyssa laid a hand on their shoulders.
“We should head out as soon as possible.” Alexios looked at Tarelia and then back to Elyssa. “We’ll leave to prepare ourselves for the journey if you allow us, lady Elyssa.”
“Of course. May Crom be on your side and Asura guide you on your path.” Elyssa blessed them both.
“We will soon return.” Tarelia promised.
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Thanks Einsof for this wonderful idea *smiles wide*
The silver moonlight was kissing the water and the only shadow on the road was of an old bent man, struggling to walk. Dangers lurked in the shadows and it manifested in a large king cobra blocking the way. It stroked at the man, revealing its deadly gap. A shriek from above made the man look up. A majestic white Iblis dived from the sky, striking down at the cobra, killing it. The old man leaned on his cane for a short while before he slowly continued his journey into the darkness.
She had climbed up to the rooftop to her family’s house in Old Tarantia. The sun was setting fast and she enjoyed the coldness brought by the gentle wind. She was dead tired but the comfort in sleeping was denied her. He did not leave her dreams alone, merciless and cruel. Negotiations at this point were unavailing and waste of time. She would never have Imoteph understand, it was time to use any means available, honorably or dishonorably. She would stay true to Treizi and Derellas, they were her friends. But it was time to cut the cord to her former employer. Things are never easy, she sighed and folded her arms round her legs and rested her head against her knees.
The day before had been special, a break in the continuously degrading path of her body and mind. The dreams had been different this time and left her with a lingering feeling of serenity in her soul. The old bent man walking in darkness saved by an enormous white Iblis bird. The message must be hope, but when, who and were diluted her. Maybe it’s was time to travel north again, to friends and the responsibility she neglected lately.
She smiled when she remembered the unexpected visit by Ferron a few days ago. Somehow he had found out she had left for Old Tarnatia. At a rainy day he showed up knocking at the door of her family’s house. She brought him to a small garden and there he kissed her for the first time. She had not expected it. And in her weekend state she had no defenses to resist him, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to anymore. He had taken a step back and looked at her with a worried look. Eying her carefully and seeing the result of the curse in her. He had left her shortly after that, with a resolute look in his eyes and a promise to her to find a way to lift the curse.
She rose up from her crouched position, the hour was getting late. When she reached out her hand to lean on the railing, she was once again reminded of how week she was. Her hand was shivering from the coolness of the air or something else, she could not really tell. At that moment she doubted Ferron or even she would find a cure in time.
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Small snowflakes filled the air and steam formed when she breathed. “First snow” she thought. “It is early this year.” Nuala continued slowly down in a small ravine, she threaded carefully on the loose rocks under her. It was just a few kilometers until the main road. From there the travel would be easy. Elyssa was exhausted, but hopefully she would reach her destination before nightfall, if she was lucky.
From the day she decided to travel north again, she had felt this pull, almost an urge to move faster. Unaware she steered not home, but took another route towards Lacheish Plains. This route was all too familiar to her since her last visit at the Fearghal an Dun. Claded in her Menfyt uniform, escorting Imoteph to negotiate for his son Rhaas freedom.
She mounted of Nuala and leaded her between the cliffs and a suspiciously slippery slope. “I hope I still have time.” She breathed heavily from the strain and tried to redouble her efforts to move forward. “I pray there still time….By Asura, I will stay strong. He will lead me to the right path. I’m not yet finished.”
Thanks Einsof for this wonderful idea *smiles wide* This is based on in-game rp
Hope Overture Part II
Faustos emptied his goblet of wine, seemingly enjoying it immensely, and then started to rise to his feet, leaning heavily unto his staff. He slowly began to change appearance, into the tattered robes, unkempt hair and beard... and reeking foully of horse manure, becoming the same man that knocked on the Duns door. He smiled a secretive smile and began to walk out of the keep. Ferron looked after him, tense and not really sure what to expect.
Akselvee scratched his head, seeming confused, muttering low to himself. “And I thought Ikara speaks in riddles...”
Ferron grunted shortly. “I go check what the **** is going on.” He disappeared after Faustos.
Elyssa sat a few meters from where Faustos were seated. She had an almost dumb fold expression on her face, like she merely understood what the old man had tried to commune. Akselvee glanced at the scarabs on the floor; he reached out a hand touching one of them. Elyssa rose and walked up to him and crouched beside him. Akselvee pointed at the scarabs. “Do... did he just say what I think he did?”
“I’m not sure, to be honest...But I think he wanted me to place one on my skin.....” Elyssa answered unsurely.
Akselvee picked up the two white glimmering rings and handed one over to Elyssa. “I think this is yours... If I understood correctly... you should wear it when Ferron really loves you... if that makes sense...” He looked at her and she noticed for the first time that his eyes had turned white, his gaze cold and blank.
Elyssa looked without conviction at him for a while before she took the ring. “I’m not sure it makes any sense... But I will do it.”
Akselvee untied a small velvet pouch from his belt, emptying the contents (which include black leaves) onto the floor. The leaves spread around and some moved with the draft alongside the floor. Gently he putted the silver ring into the pouch, tying it carefully. Elyssa stands still beside him with the ring in her open palm. It glittered by her slightest move and for a brief moment she is lost in it.
“I'm not sure what these actually do...“ His voice was filled with the same uncertainty that showed in Elyssa. “But worth a try, eh?”
Elyssa looked up with ambiguity in her eyes and then nodded slowly. “I don’t have so many options now...”
Ferron breathed slightly heavier as he ran to them. He stopped and looked at both of them, slightly confused. “I caught the man...” He peered at the ring on Elyssas palm.
“Aye?” Akselvee glanced at Ferron.
Elyssa turned to Ferron and smiled a bit amused. “And yet you are here alone?”
Ferron moved his look from the ring to Akselvee and then to Elyssa, he still looked a bit uncertain. “Aye... He clearly didn't want to come back. I don't really understand... But parts of it... That” He made a small pause and pointed at the ring. “Should somehow break the curse... With love he said.”
Akselvee nodded with a hidden smile. “Aye, he said that love will make the scarab eat the serpent…If I understood it correctly.”
“Aye...” Shook his head a bit, looking slightly angered. “But do we need to do actually something?”
Akselvee pointed at the ring in Elyssas hand and spoke with more conviction then he showed. ” Love, love her... And it will help.”
Ferron let his eyes linger at the ring, raising his look from it slowly and fixed it on Elyssa. He gave her confident nod and warm smile. ” I can handle that.” Shyly she met his steady gaze and answered low. “I hope it will work.”
“Excuse me...“ Akselvee left without any explanation, leaving the two behind.
Elyssa looked surprised after Akselvee when he left. She let her gaze linger on his disappearing figure. A gentle touch at her side made her turn back again. Ferron stroke back some strands of her hair that had made their way in front of her face. “Aye... It must. Sh-should ya try it on?”
“I m not sure... I am actually afraid.” She looks up at him.
Ferron took her free hand on his, looking amorously in to her eyes and smiled warmly at her. ”Aye... I'm a bit afraid too, but do we have a choice, Elly?”
“I wanted this curse go away so badly, but now when I stand in front of a possible solution... I am afraid.” What if it does not work?
“Don't worry, Elly... I stand by ya. Whatever happens?” Nods at her firmly, smiling lovingly.
She looked into Ferrons eyes, smiling faintly. For the first time she felt a flickering hope in her chest. Was this love? Could she trust her feelings? She lowered her gaze to the floor. “I know I won’t be alone.“ She placed the scarab on one of her finger and inhaled deeply.
Einsof nodded respectfully and clicked his heels together. “Master Ferron, Lady Elyssa.” He checked underneath his booth to see if he stepped on horse droppings. “Have you seen Master Aksel?”
Ferron glanced over his shoulder at Einsof, looking nervous. “Aye, aye... He went somewhere... In the Dunn.” He then moved his look back at Elyssa.
Einsof spins around and walks off in search of Akselvee. Elyssa looked bewildered at her hand when she saw the scarab come to life. It moved to her hand where it rested for a short while. It felt warm against her skin, alive. How it could be was even lager for her to understand. A mere second ago it had been cold and lifeless. She lifted her eyes and meet Ferrons. His eyes were wide as he had seen the same miracle as she had, yet he looked nervous and hopeful. “Ya feel different, Elly?”
She shook her head keeping his gaze, when she felt the scarab suddenly moved towards her wrists and bury itself into the flesh. She screamed by both surprise and pain. “ARRRRggggghhhhhh.... Take it offf, take it off”
Ferron gasped as it buried to her flesh, eyes wide open. She leaned forward, holding and ripping around the flesh wound. She falls to her knees and crying. “Ferron, make it stop!!”
As she fell down, he caught her, easing her falling and kneeled next to her. She reached out her arm, and Ferron clearly saw the scarab moving its way up her arm towards her shoulder. Ferron looked at it slightly in panic. He moved his glance to her face, eyeing her worriedly. He tried to catch the scarab with his hand, making it stop from moving. But instead it moved around his grip, deluding him. She started to pant heavily and her eyes had a glassy look. ” Ferron... I ... don’t get any air...” And by that she collapsed in Ferrons arms.
“Stay calm, Elly, stay calm... Relax... It is supposed to go like th-“His eyes were open wide, peering at her worriedly and shook her gently* “Elly? Elly!?”
Her body felt disabled and heavy in his arms when he lifted her up, carrying her in his arms, her head fell back limbless. He took her to one of the larger tables, laying her gently down on her back. He pulled down her hood and threw it behind him. He continued by cutting her shirt open with shaky hands. Elyssas head tilted to one side while he saw the scarab make its way towards the chest and her heart under the skin. He peered at the scarab’s movement, caressing Elyssas cheek at the same time. He breathed heavily and muttered to himself. “What should I do?” Frustrated he allowed a loud growl slipping over his lips. “****!”
Elyssas eyes rolled up and left her eyes all white. Ferron lowered his head for while before leaning towards Elyssa caressing her cheek with one of his hands. The other holding hers, giving her a gentle kiss on her lips. The scarab had now disappeared from the skin, buried further down. Elyssas body began to shake, small trembling at first… Moving on to more violent shakings. He took her in to a gentle hold, moving his hand around her shoulder, pressing her head against his chest. It left a red soaked stain on his clothes as she was bleeding from her ears. He caressed her hair with his free hand, whispering almost like a chant. “I love her, I love her.”
Coldness, she felt cold, her skin was moist at his touch. He quickly glanced around and spotted a servant and shouted to him to fetch a fur. The poor servant ran quickly to the other side of the room and returned shortly, breathing heavily, throwing the fur at Ferron who grabbed it with one hand. At one point Elyssa inhales ...one long breath… And released it, afterwards her body slacked and became relaxed, the shakes stopped. He buried Elyssa inside of the thick and soft fur, holding her tightly against him. When he hears her last hoarse inhaling he moved his face towards hers, peering at her fearfully. “E-Elly?” He spoke with slightly shaky voice.
Her breathing had stopped and Ferron shook her desperately. “ Elly?!” He rested his head on her chest, trying to listen to her heartbeats. But he found none, her heartbeats had turned into silence.
A small clang was heard, like when a petite metallic object fell against rock.
Continues in Part III
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Thanks Einsof for this wonderful idea *smiles wide* This is based on in-game rp
Hope Overture Part III
Ferron glanced at the ring on the floor shortly and held Elyssa tightly against him again, pressing her head to his shoulder, kissing on top of her head. Few tears fell down from his eyes and he rocks them softly, whispering. “I really did love ya...”
She lay unmoving in his arms and then she inhaled deeply, begun coughing and waved in front of her...screaming. “Aaarggghh......” She struggled to get free of the fur that she was wrapped round her... panicking. Astonished he looked at her with his eyes open wide. He easier his hold of her, and she began gradually to slide in his arms. “E-Elly?” He let her get free from the fur, looking at her in a shock. She struggled still, not recognizing him.... and lashed out hitting everything nearby. Ferron had to take a hold from her shoulder and turn her against him, looking in to her eyes; his own eyes were red and watery. “Elly?!”
“Aaaaa....get it....off.....meee.” She breathed shallow and fast. “Ferron??”
“Calm down, Elly...”He let out a slight chuckle combining with some new tears. “ It’s over.”
“What...what happened?” She looked confused and disoriented.
“Ya scared me... I thought ya were gone Elly... Ya stopped breathing and ya heart stop pounding...”
Still seemingly unaware of her surroundings, Elyssa breathed light and took just a few deeper breaths. Ferron searched her gaze trying to ensure her. “But ya didn't Elly.” He reached towards the ground quickly, taking the ring from the ground and placing it on the table beside them. “How you are feeling now, Elly?” He awaits her reply eyeing her carefully.
At his words she stopped and a smile lit up her face. “It’s gone. The shadow is gone.”
Ferron let out deep sigh, eyeing her warmly and lovingly with relief in his eyes. “Ya are safe then, Elly... finally.”
She looks up at Ferron, and her smile was warm and genuine. Nothing was left of the shadow that used to lurk in the outskirts of her eyes. He met her eyes and looked at her for a long time, not saying anything before he leaned towards her and kissed her lips softly. His lips shook just slightly, like he never thought he would kiss her again. Surprised by the sudden expression of emotions, she kissed him back. Lifting her hand to his cheek, she leaned in a bit to shorten the distance between them. He kept kissing her, seemed to fall in to it, raising his hand to her cheek. Her skin was still cold and he broke the kiss when he felt it, moving his both hands to her shoulders. As he peered deep in to her eyes he took a pause before he spoke. “I really did believe ya were dead, Elly... I thought I lost ya... I never understood how much I love ya, Elly. I do love ya.”
She seemed almost shy...and when he finished his last sentence, her eyes lit up. She couldn’t help herself from smiling and lifted both her hands and caressed his cheeks... kissing him light. Her heart fluttered inside her and she realized for that first time how deep her feelings were for him, that she actually returned his feelings. “I feel the same, Love. I didn’t realize it at first.”
Ferron responded ardently to her kiss; a few tiers fell down from his already reddish eyes and he caressed her hair for while before he leaned back slightly, looking at her. She looked down and saw her trashed clothes for the first time. She instantly blushed and tried to cover her up the best she could. Ferron followed her gaze and chuckled softly and heartily at her reaction. He reached for the fur, holding it up a bit. “Ya want this to hide ya beautiful breasts? “ He could not help the grin that spread over his face.
Elyssa quickly reached for the fur with a slight offended expression in her face. It changed however when she began to speak. “What happened...? I only remember that I placed the scarab at my finger. All is blank after that.” She looked up at Ferron and tried to restrain her anxiety.
His grin fades quickly by her words. “Aye... It went under ya skin, Elly...”
“Under my skin......?” She held up her hand in front of her and turned it showing her wrist. There were no markings or traces to be found there.
“From the wrist and crawled from ya shoulder to your heart... Then ya stopped breathing... and ya heart stopped pounding... After that the scarab just popped out.” He spoke every word with care and watched her reaction.
“Now I’m glad I don’t remember more.” She did not want to believe what he said, yet she knew he spoke the truth. Ferron glanced at the ring on the table shortly before he picked up a small piece of cloth and wiped of the bloodstains on Elyssas neck and shoulder. She averted her eyes from the harsh evidence in his hands.
“Can you maybe get me new cloths?” She looked at him shyly.
He nodded at her, smiling widely. “Of course, Elly... Although... Ya sure have nothing to hide” His smile turned into a cheekily grin.
If it was possible she blushed even more and gave him a dark look. “Off you go... Cloths”
Ferron took a good hold from the fur, pulling her closer to him and grinned at her before giving her one quick kiss to her lips and then jumped backwards. “*******” She muttered smiling, trying to gain some dignity behind the fur whilst he disappeared quickly through the door.
When he came back he carried a wooden box with him and opened it in front of Elyssa. Inside there was a robe neatly folded. She reached out a hand and stroke over the soft velvet like fabric. The color of the dress shifted from blue to green and changed in the light when she lifted it up. He grinned almost childlike at her. “Aren't ya going to put it on? I wonder how it looks on ya.” She quickly pulled it over her head and Ferron eyed her up and down, his grin fading slightly. “Ya look beautiful, Elly...” Not used to comments like that, she looked down and mumbled low. “Thank you Ferron.” He moved his hand to her chin, raising it up gently, looking in to her eyes* “Ya are amazing, Elly.”
The flatter became a bit too much for her. She couldn’t meet Ferrons gaze but he saw the deep emotions displayed in her face. He moved his hand from her chin to her cheek, looking at her lovingly. “Do ya need anything, Elly? Food, drink, rest?”
“I need respite. My body feels like I have been out on the battlefield for days, with no opportunity to rest.”
He nodded at her with a slight glint of worries in his eyes, moving his hand from her cheek to her hand, taking it to his. “Come then. Ya can rest in my room.” She nodded at him.
“It’s upstairs, Elly... Can ya walk or should I carry you, Elly?”
She held out her hand for him to lead her. “I can walk, I’m exhausted... But I can walk a few steps” She smiled shyly at him.
He grinned a bit at her and then quickly raised her to his arms and started to walk towards the stairs, carrying her in his arms. When he reached his room he pushed the door open with his back. It was a pretty simple room, only some basic furniture and sparse decorated. He carried her straight to the bed, laying her down carefully on it. He kneeled down next to her, looking at her for while. “I will send some food and water up here... And I will be waiting outside until ya wake up, Elly. If ya need me, Elly... I am just outside the door.”
Elyssa turned in the bed so that she could see him. With one hand she strokes his chin, at the same time as she smiled happily. “I will be here.”
He broke into a soft smile as he saw her smiling, nodding at her. “Good night, Elly...”
“Just need some sleep, goodnight, Love.”
Ferron leaned over her, giving her warm and soft kiss to her lips, before rising up. She folded the pillow under her head, and drew the blanket over her. He walked to the door silently, opening it and looked back at Elyssa. “Rest well, my love.”
“Night, love.” she said sleepy.
He closed the door carefully behind him and she heard when he sat down and leaned against the door.
Somewhere in Stygia
The slave girl only noticed a small shifting in her master’s face. Imoteph had his eyes closed and seemed lost to the world. Scared of her life she made no sound, knowing the wrath he would show her if she would wake him when he communicated with his God.
Imoteph saw a man and a woman walking hand in hand. They looked at each other with love in their eyes. In their path a serpent lay dormant, and the lover’s stepped over it, not taking any notice of the reptile and walked away. A large scarab appeared in their footprints. It glowed unworldly and resembled in colour of Mother of Pearl, its surface shimmered faintly.
The scarab crawled quickly towards the serpent. It hissed and bite in the air, but the scarab managed to make its way burying itself into the flesh of the serpent. The serpent answered with throwing himself back and forth, in fruitless attempts to get rid of its intruder. Slowly and methodically the scarab ate away the serpent from within. When the serpent died, it dissolved and left only the scarab behind resting still on the sand.
The vision blurred and Imoteph could no longer feel the bond he had with Elyssa. The serpent that dwelled in her shadow was dead. He opened his eyes and lashed out on the first object near him. The slave girl was to slow and the beat made her glide over the floor.
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This is part of the story how Elyssas clan rejoined with the Celts
”Are you sure?” The words were spoken with pure doubt.
”Yes, we don’t have much choice. There have been some attempts of recruitment, but these things will take time and as it is now, we can barely defend our inner walls.” Calidius swept with one of his hands in a circular movement, gesturing at their village below them.
Leave our city? Is that even an option for us? Elyssa could hardly finish the train of thoughts that inevitably followed.
”I met a man in Old Tarantia, not so long ago. His name is Marcios. Over a couple of Ale he shared his life story with me. It turns out that he is of Celtic origin.” Calidius stopped and studied Elyssa closely, awaiting her response. He was not disappointed, her eyes widened and she looked at him with uncertain gleam.
”I did not revile to him who I am, but you see… We still have relatives in our old clan. I advise you to seek refugee with them. I will make the necessary preparations, but we need to be fast. If the Vanir reviles we are week we will not last long, even for negations.”
Absentmindedly she tapped her leg against the wall. They had taken their refuge at the top of the keep.
”I have to think about this. It’s not wise to do something rash, even in this situation. I ask this of you. Search Marcios out, get to know him better. Try to see if you can blend in with them, even join their ranks for a while. Learn who they are before we make any decisions. But if they will welcome us, we still have to be careful. The knowledge is ours! It will stay within the Templars.
“I will do as you requested.” Calidius putted a hand on her shoulder. “Enough of business, how is you?”
“I’m gaining in strength. You will soon have trouble beating me in the sparring sessions again.” She laughed and the gleam in her eyes was playful.
”I’m not so sure. You’re left arm was always quite slow, leaving a window big enough to fill in all Hyboria.” Calidius returned.
“You always say that, my friend. And it does not get to be truer just because you repeat it.” Elyssa gave Calidius shoulder a good shove. He chuckled in return, trying to avoid any more reprisals. “You are lucky I am not armed!
As Calidius leaned back, his features grew strict. “I was really worried for you there.”
“I know. I did what I had to as our leader and what my honour demanded of me. Sometimes that can take a heavy toll on you. Luckily we solved it in time with the help of our friends from the Fearghals.” She finished somewhat averse.
Calidius sat silent for a while, pondering, not sure how to proceed. “About the Fearghals, will there be any problems… “He did not finish the sentence as he saw Elyssas reaction. She knew exactly what he was referring to and she avoided his gaze.
“There can be some…problems… But my clan will always come first, even before love.” She emphasized the word before to show her truthfulness, but her tone still reflected the tumult inside her.
“Love has motivated people to do things they never thought of before. It is a powerful sensation, never underestimated it, Elyssa.”
"Enough of this, you have preparations to make, my friend." Elyssa rose to her feet and walked with hasty strides towards the stairs, leaving Calidius behind her. He looked after her disappearing figure with a frown between his eyes.
This is based on ingame rp and portraying Elyssas feelings as her life is progressing
The Great Horse Race
The tavern was empty and Elyssa sat down with her Ale on one of the rough cut benches. She leant heavily on the table and sipped the ale slowly. One of the wenches came by and placed a bowl of stew and a large piece of a loaf next to her. Elyssa pushed it closer and stirred in it absentmindedly. Her thoughts went to her last travel, and the reunion with Derellas. Cenron had accompanied her on her travel south to Stygia and the unsafe streets of Khemi. Derellas was easy found and she had approached him with care, not knowing how welcomed she would be. He had looked exhausted and quite annoyed, but greeted her rather friendly when he recognized her. Something like…”You're an awfully way from your home.” Elyssa smirked by the memory. Her motive for searching him up had maybe been a bit unsure to him, but for her it was a question of honor and friendship. Derellas and Treizi had always stood up for her and even though she was not a Menfyt anymore she wanted to return the friendship she had been given.
Derellas had not been easily convinced of her intention. Somehow she understood his reasons even though it stung her a bit. She offered him and his fiancé Treizi her friendship and he accepted it. Elyssa hoped it would be the beginning of something new. Instead of the continuous war between Stygia and the northern clans this might lead to understanding and collaboration. But she was all too aware of that the way there was long and filled with holes.
Laugher and rustle of armor and heavy footsteps made her look up. The race must be over. Some of the faces she recognized and greeted them happily. The tavern was soon filled with noise and the occasional row. Marcios made his way up to her. His presence made her recollect the ongoing negotiations between her clan and the Celtic clan that Marcios belonged to. Her people would soon reunite with them, and she wondered in her heart what would become of them. Would it be a safe haven, or just a new place where their secrets were too kept looked away and withered from within?
“I bid you farewell and hope to see you around. It’s time for me to travel back.” Marcios smiled at her and winked.
“Farewell then Marcios.” She returned his smile and watched him leave the Tavern together with some of his friends. The single voice of a woman was heard over the noise.
“Blue tea yes? Boats and boats and boats that float!” Ikara shouted after a girl rising from her table. “Blondie! “Meh...stone deaf” She looked down in her cup and drank some tea. A rather drunk man approached Ikara and peered at her.
“Oh hey. Look who's here Ikara hey.”
Without looking up Ikara answered.”And no...you may NOT call me Ikky!”
The man laughed stupidly at her.” Care for a dance?”
“Find your chickens somewhere else!”
“Chickens?” He looked really puzzled. “What Chickens?”
Ikara shouted “Chickens!”
“Whoo...Whooo!” He held up his hands in defeat and staggered away.
Ikara looked furtively after him. “No, they don’t get it, they don’t understand, that there is nothing underneath the sand!” She giggled low and concentrated on the mug she had before her.
Elyssa smiled at the scene, there was few who understood the strange little woman. She glanced over at Derellas and nodded faintly. She rose to get another ale. In the corner of her eye she saw some from the Fearghal clan had gathered around a table. Her heart fluttered when she saw him…and she stretched her neck to see if she could catch his eyes. Ferron rubbed his neck and looked deeply into his ale, quite lost in his own thoughts all the time. She lowered her head and continued to the innkeeper. Derellas and Treizi stepped into her path and greeted her.
“Over there.” Derellas nods towards Elyssa. “Come.” Derellas sounded a bit enthusiastic.
“Elyssa?” There was surprise in Treizis voice and Elyssa tried to hide a smile.
Derellas turned to Treizi. “Told you she was here, Elyssa” He took his hood off and smiled at Elyssa. She returned their smiles with warmth.
“How are you Elyssa?” Treizi asked while studied Elyssa, noticing the color on her cheeks and her now healthy appearance.
“I’m much better, much better...”
“I can see that...” Treizi smiled at her.”I’m glad that you doing well and I hope it sort out for your clan Elyssa.”
“It’s nice to see you up here in the north. As I told Derellas, you will always be welcomed by my clan.” Elyssa made a small pause. “It will, but it will take some time.”
“Aye...but there might be others that are not that welcoming towards us though.” Treizi looked around and her eyes stopped at the little gathering of members of the Fearghal clan.
Elyssa followed her gazed and sighed. “True words.”
“Eh, won't stop us from coming here from time to time.” Derellas snickered a bit.
“Now that my bond with Imoteph is broken I have no bond to his followers. But I offer you my friendship; you will have a haven at my clan.”
“Yes, that’s true.” Treizi watched carefully before she lit up in heartfelt smile. “Your offer is accepted Elyssa...”
Elyssa smiled genuinely and held out her hand. ” I am honored.”
Treizi took her hand and shook it. “We have shared too much to become enemies, Elyssa.”
She nodded and added with force. “That we do.”
Treizi looked a bit worried though. “There is something we must know.”
“Someday ......maybe we stand against each other on the battlefield. I hope we never do though.” For a brief second Elyssa looked down and Treizi continued.”Let’s hope it will not take place, Elyssa...”
“When that day is coming, and it might, I can only speak for myself. If we are still friends, it will be the Gods who decide…” Elyssa looked grave.
“Yes it will, yes, but until next time Elyssa, stay safe.” Treizi meet her eyes and smiled faintly.
Elyssa she nodded. “Take care, Lady Treizi, and you Derellas.” She smiled at him.
“You to Elyssa.” Treizi answered.
“Come Derellas” Treizi putted on her helmet. “Its time...So any reason to stay?"
“Sure sure…Shall we get outside, love?” Derellas took Treizis hand and they began to slowly make their way to the entrance.
With her Ale in hand Elyssa made her way towards the little group of Fearghals. Derellas and Treizi passed her on their way out and Derellas winked at her from under his hood. Both had drawn their hoods deep down over their faces. She stopped just behind Ikara and emptied her tankard. With a swift move she wiped away some of the spume round her mouth and smiled wide.
“Green man had one too...” Ikara looked sternly at Akselvee.
“He can... at least make hands talk!” His talk was at best slurred, and Akselvee tried to focus his eyes at Elyssa.
“Goodnight Akselvee and Safe journeys.” Elyssa placed the empty tankard on the table. Ferron peered at Akselvee for while before looking up to Elyssa, smiling a bit.
“Ferron, stay safe.” Elyssas met his eyes and smiled warmly at him.
“Aye, aye, goodnight Elyssa! May the purple donkey bless you with talking hands!” Akselvee smiled in a silly way and Elyssa crocked a brow. She let her gaze wandered around the table.
“I think it might.” Elyssa answered.
“Aye... Travel safe, Elyssa...” Ferron nodded at her smiling, looking a bit tired and drunk.
“A toast for what? The monkeys?” Akselvee waves with his tankard and the ale splashed to and fro. He offered the mushroom pouch to Ferron.
Elyssa leaned down and placed a quick kiss on Ferrons cheek. “Until next time.” She whispered low, turned and walked out of the tavern.
Ferron nodded slowly and looked after her disappearing figure, speaking low. “Until next time, Elyssa.”
Based on in-game rp, thanks Ferron for making so much drama ^^.
Deceiver of Fools
Elyssa stood silent in the doorway for a while before she moved to Ferrons bedside. Ferron lay on his back at bed, he had some sort of wooden support around his right leg and around his left arm, his face and body was badly bruised and had several visible cuts. He seemed to be sleeping, though when she got closer he opened his eyes quickly, focusing his look on Elyssa.
“Oh hey, Elly... I guess ya got my letter.” He grunted.
Elyssa stands silent, just gazing down at him.
“I'm sorry, but I don't have any other solution. Alright?”
Elyssa stayed silent and Ferron eyed her a bit angrily. “For the **** sake, say something, Elly!”
Elyssa kneeled beside the bed, still silent while she gently removed her hood. On a closer look it’s clearly visible that she has been crying. Ferron gazed her shortly before he looked up the roof, noticeably unknowing how to handle the situation.
“What ya want, Elly?”
Her face was blank, no expressions at all and when she spoke it was with a cold voice. “How hurt are y?”
Ferron glared at her, a bit surprised by her cold expression. “I'm fine soon. They get a moment to catch their breath before they need to run again.”
Ferron moved his look slowly to her, looking calmer and colder now. “Aye. The SetMosis people.”
“Why are you going after my friends? WHY!!!” she almost screamed the last word.
Ferron pulled his head backwards slightly, surprised by her screaming. “What you mean why? They almost killed us all...****ing hell! They are ****ing rats”
The words stung and she had to control herself to not slap his face. It hurt her to hear him voicing his opinions about her friends
Ferron peered at her, narrowing his eyes slightly. “What? Slap it away. Won't do any more harm.”
“I have promised lady Treizi my friendship... and you are making my life real hard.”
“Me...? Ah, sure... I'm sorry that they didn't succeed of killing us, Elly. It would have been easier to you.”
“The only thing I know... Is that I got a letter telling me that some of my friends will die soon. That is all I know. I’m rushing here finding you all beaten up, babbling about killing them all.”
Ferron grunted slightly in reply. “Aye... Yea... My bad... I forgot to mention why.”
“What do you what me to say?”
He moved his look from her, suddenly finding the roof very interesting. “Aye. Sorry. Well, they ****ed us up. We were changing our prisoner for some books. And they betrayed us there...”
“****ing rats” he mumbled, clenching his fist under the blanket.” Our prisoner, Jystana, a witch from Set Mosis.”
Elyssa rose and walked out the door to the balcony. Both her body language and features cried of irritation and anger.
Ferron eyed after her, he stumbled soon on his feet, grunting as he stood up, limping and taking his balance from the walls.
“I slightly remember her, Jystana. But I never meet her” she tasted the words slowly.
The balcony doors opened behind her and Ferron moved slowly towards her. He stopped and leaned heavily to the wooden rail, breathing slightly heavier from the effort of being up and not resting in bed. “Aye, a witch.”
“You should not be up.” It was the first almost considerate words she expressed.
Ferron waved his hand slightly to shrug it off “Aye, but I'm up now.”
She turned her back at him, leaning against the reeling. “Have it your way then”
Ferron stayed quiet for a while and studied Elyssa carefully before he spoke again. “Why don't ya understand that they aren't ya friends? They would cut your throat without hesitation if you would stand on their way.”
“I knew something like this would happen...” she talked quietly, almost not hearable.
“Hmmm... Aye. When you are friends with people like that, Elly... What ya thought would happen?”
She clenched her wrists, trying to restrain the feelings of anger and disappointment that boiled in her.
“I am not trying to judge you. Or ask your permission... I just wanted to let you know... Since they are your friends. They will pay. It's simple as that.” He glanced at her with a flash of anger in his eyes.
Elyssa felt the color drain out from her face, her stomach lurched “Pay?” She choked out.
“Aye... Pay. Derellas slit Einsof's throat. It was a trap, Elly. Helshad was under some spell... So he throws me off from a bridge.” He almost grunted the last sentence, making it hard to hear what he said.