Beginning Again (Journal of Lone Starraiser, Ch. 2)

s4rx7 · Post by **s4rx7** » Thu Nov 17, 2005 9:39 pm

the little girl looked confused as to why her spell had failed. Although clearly frightened by Falsons entrance she did not budge from her protective stance. As Falson left her tiny eyes shifted to the woman that had zapped Myles earlier, looking for any sign she was a threat.

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Embarrassed Cynath's face turned as red as her hair. Grumbling as she looked around she saw a priestly man helping an elf with a seared noise. Even as embarrassed as she was she could not help but to giggle at the elf's smoking noise. "Did you try to make some tea as well?"

Mon-Da-Oth · Post by **Mon-Da-Oth** » Fri Nov 18, 2005 10:27 am

Ra'enya started when the young girl released her spell and the book on her lap dropped to the ground closing the pages she had marked.

She watched as Myles grabbed at his nose and letting out a curse staggered backwards out of the tent marking his exit with a harsh thud which she assumed meant that he had fallen.

She had started to rise when Falson suddenly entered the tent and scolded the child in the old language of dragons before turning and leaving the tent.

She looked towards Lone and Isioviel hoping to see a reaction but her attention was drawn back to the girl who stood staring at her. She glanced back at the tent entrance where she could hear her brother talking to some others.

A brilliant smile crept on her face as she turned back towards the girl. She raised her hand towards her mouth as a lilting laugh escaped her mouth filling the air with its music.

"Isioviel, where did you find such a darling child?"

Brenna E'lyana · Post by **Brenna E'lyana** » Fri Nov 18, 2005 11:12 am

Since the night they rescued Lone, Isioviel stayed at his side almost in a state of shock. The sheer volume of emotions she had experienced, the intensity of her feelings left her just wanting peace. But there is no peace to be had. She watched the parade of people entering and leaving the tent silently, always at Lone's side, but not saying much at all.

The scene with the child however did arouse her curiousity. Her lavender gaze measured the child carefully, noting the protective stance, the wariness of the strangers, and the fact that she only spoke to deliver the spell.

When Ra'enya inquired the origins of the child, Isioviel answered with her gaze still resting on the child thoughtfully. "I do believe she found me."

Cerberus · Post by **Cerberus** » Fri Nov 18, 2005 11:13 am

Lone looked in between Ra'enya, Isioviel and the young child. That child needs a name... Shaking his head, he let the others converse, and stepped out of the tent, standing on his own for the first time since arriving, and looked about at everyone gathered.

The aroma of tea hit him first, and he nearly jumped. The tea was a familiar odor, one he had sensed only a few times before... a special recipe known to Isha the Spiritsinger...

He had not the chance to look for it, though, and turned to Myles, who was already being tended by Mitchifer.

Brenna E'lyana · Post by **Brenna E'lyana** » Fri Nov 18, 2005 11:17 am

Isis glanced up when Lone left the tent and immediately went to Lone's side without sayinga word to the others. She noticed him looking about and arched a brow in curiousity, but still said nothing. She merely stood at his side, watching over him.

Mon-Da-Oth · Post by **Mon-Da-Oth** » Fri Nov 18, 2005 11:26 am

Myles pushed back Mitchifer with an embarased smile. "I am alright. The Varanite have treated me worse."

Myles looked up at Lone as he came through the opening of the tent.

"What is it set the Elf on fire day and no one bothered to tell me?"

Hailfall · Post by **Hailfall** » Fri Nov 18, 2005 1:54 pm

A cloaked figure appeared in front of the tent. "It's good to see you again Lone, and Isis". She looked up and pulled the hood of her cloak back. "Very good to see you two..". The two saw it was Ru'itas, but something didn't seemed right about her. Her hair was a mess and it seemed like she hadnt slept for a really long time. "Are you alright?" Isis asked. The Elf nodded with a weak smile. "Just some failed experiments.. The life of a Mage is very difficult, you know. I will get some rest later. But first we need to talk, I want to know all about what happened." She brushed some hairs from her face. "I apologize for my appearance.. "

Rego Blin · Post by **Rego Blin** » Fri Nov 18, 2005 2:12 pm

As Myles let out a yell and fell out of the tent, Tathar spun quickly, half drawing his sword until he realized the situation he replaced it back in its sheath. Making his way closer to Myles and now Lone, Tathar paused at the end of the wagon, seeing Ru'itas, and leaned against it to watch things transpire. His eyes every so often glancing around the keep to make sure all was well.

Clerified · Post by **Clerified** » Fri Nov 18, 2005 6:23 pm

As Myles shook off his momentary shock with a smile and stood up without Mitchifer's help, the human cleric obligingly gave the elf his space and quietly observed the area in front of the tent become increasingly populated as Lone appeared. He was standing unsupported for the first time since he'd been rescued and searching the faces around him as if testing his vision until his gaze rested on Myles. Mitchifer half expected the two to freeze up in a moment, restarting a fight that first caused Myles to fall out of the tent in the first place.

"I am alright. The Varanite have treated me worse," said Myles as he looked up at Lone coming through the opening of the tent, "What is it set the Elf on fire day and no one bothered to tell me?"

When another rather shady female elf appeared, a self-proclaimed mage, Mitchifer raised an eyebrow in slight wonder as to how Lone came to know such a character, but he was more concerned about whether he was going to have to be the only one to take Myles's side any moment now, along with his sister, probably. Still, moments passed and Mitchifer's nerves eased a little. Isis stood by Lone like a dedicated guardian, as to be expected by those who were deeply in love with another. And a little girl covertly spied at them all from inside the tent, which really drew up Mitchifer's eyebrows and caused his eyes to widen briefly.

The formally dressed cleric of Anu clasped his hands together and stood calmly among the crowd. As with most things among such a diverse people, more information would come in time.

Cerberus · Post by **Cerberus** » Fri Nov 18, 2005 7:02 pm

Lone placed his hand to his head, dizzy at the sudden onslaught of folk. He for the first time realized how many people were wanting to speak with him, to check on him, and he flushed a bright red, embarrassed to be at the center of all this attention.

Sighing, Lone reached out and took Isis by the hand, expecting that she would have followed him. "Tathar...?" He noticed the ranger he had met briefly, a pleasant conversation, and was surprised to see him. Lone motioned to the ranger, and threw a questioning glance at Myles. Seeing Myles nod, Lone looked at Tathar with a smile.

"Ru... Tathar... Myles..." Lone thought a moment. "I think we should go for a walk. Myles, grab your sister, too." Lone walked up to Mitchifer, and placed his hands on his shoulders. "My brother, if you would watch the child for me until we return...?"

Lone took Isis, pulling her along, followed by the rest he had called out for.

"And if you see Den's sister, Chi, get her here too."

*Lone leaves the fort temporarily, followed by his crew.*

((Silver Thorns, this convo will be continued on our faction board as we talk outside. Everyone still in the keep keeps posting here until we return.))

Clerified · Post by **Clerified** » Fri Nov 18, 2005 9:35 pm

Mitchifer looked at the young girl over Lone's shoulder and used his sincerest smile as she all but ignored him completely. He gave Lone a reassuring nod; he'd do his best. He watched the group amble out of the keep and couldn't keep a coy smile from appearing upon his normally melancholy expression. Lone had made an impact on these souls. That much was certain now, if it wasn't already obvious from the rescue.

However, the cleric now wondered, once again, just what it was that his friends had to discuss that he would not hear of. Was it an issue for elves only? Perhaps about the little elf child? Mitchifer searched for a way to open up to her as it was soon only himself and the elf who had lost her tea left within the walls among the usual residents. It was obvious that Lone had something important planned for those with him. Some things, however, like who those with him were and where they came from, were still a mystery.

Mitch leaned forward and put a hand to his chest, "Hello. My name is Mitchifer." Holding his other hand out to the child elf in a gentle motion he asked, "What's yours?"

s4rx7 · Post by **s4rx7** » Fri Nov 18, 2005 11:52 pm

The little girl simply shook her head, her eyes fixed on LLone and Isis as they walked away. Once out of sight she looked Mitch over as if to size him up.

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"well Cynath, curiosity got the better of you today" speacking to herself as the croud had moved away. "Still all these men around and not one Gentleman amoung them" as she picked herself up from the ground.

"Hello. My name is Mitchifer" the voice came from inside the tent "What's yours?" Cynath peered into the tent to see the priest and a young elf girl, following the girls gaze she could see she was watching the two that had come out from the tent.

Looking back into the tent she could see the little girl was in a dead end. Driven by fear it seemed the little girl was preparing to forcably resolve her situation. Cynath called into the tent "umm I'm sure your a nice guy and all, but I suggest you back away slowly".

Clerified · Post by **Clerified** » Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:17 am

Mitchifer looked from one elf girl to the other and raised his arms up in resignation as he seated himself comfortably on a cushion. I'll never get elves, much less female elves, he thought. After he had properly propped himself in for a good sitting, he turned to Cynath and said, "Do you two know each other?"

s4rx7 · Post by **s4rx7** » Sat Nov 19, 2005 4:15 am

*dusts herself off* "no nerver saw her before"

The little girls eyes keep jumping between the two, however she seems to have calmed down a little.

"Well she's certainly not intimidated, although frightened. I guess she's been witeness to some fights in her short time. Her Dad certainly looked like he'd been recently worked over." ((Cynath is assuming Lone and Isis are Parents)).

The little girl is looking around the room for something.

"might be a good idea to keep her busy some how, I think she'll run off to find her mother if she thinks it been to long *smiles* good luck with that... *whispering* don't make any tea, they don't seem to like people that do that around here" Cynath stands up and looks like she's trying to figure out a place to go.

Peregrinus · Post by **Peregrinus** » Sat Nov 19, 2005 9:26 am

Falson watched as Lone and his people, maybe Hunters or one of his other secret groups, quietly stepped outside of Dragonwatch. Sighing softly, he shook his head.

"Again Lone, with the secrets," Falson spoke softly to himself, "they nearly got you killed last time and yet you will continue to maintain them from your friend."

He quietly pulled out the scrying bowl Myles had lent him for the ritual, he had yet to return it, mainly because he wished to repair it. Chanting a quiet mending spell from a scroll he the geomancer had given him, he watched as the crack slowly closed itself, reforming the complete bowl.

Holding his hands over it, he again studied how the magic flowed through the bowl. This would be the hard part, restoring the bowl to its proper form magically. For normal use, the bowl would be filled with water, and then words spoken to call up the person the viewer wished to scry on, no outside magic needed. However, the crack and his abuse of its power as a focal durring the ritual scry, had written the magic of the bowl so that unless it was disenchanted and then reenchanted, it would always need an outside source of power, a caster of some flavor, for it to work.

"An elven scrying bowl?" the geomancer looked over Falson's shoulder, "damaged? That the item you used in the scrying ritual?"

"Yes," Falson answered the wizard, one of the few that he liked professionally, "I'm trying to decide if it is worth the trouble of disenchanting it or should I just repair what is already there."

The geomancer chanted a spell of his own, and looked over the bowl.

"Disenchanting and reenchanting would take time, and you'd probably need a specialist diviner from the Tower to do the hard work," he said, "if you just repaired it, I'm sure you could do it, it also would keep its amplification properties... up to you."

Falson nodded.

"I should just repair the magic," he said softly, "thank you for that scroll, by the way."

"Think nothing of it," the geomancer began running toward one of the dwarves and began yelling at him in dwarven.

Falson closed his eyes, and began slowly repairing the bowl.