Teenage Infatuations

Sineliniel · Post by **Sineliniel** » Thu Oct 11, 2007 4:10 am

"How close is it, Beloved?" Asked the golden-haired maiden.

Jetamio · Post by **Jetamio** » Thu Oct 11, 2007 9:36 am

Jetamio jumped back startled as Stormfollwer just about bowled her over as he charged through the door, hot on the heels of the Knight. Jetamio looked behind her into the room and saw Tortha standing in open-mouthed surprise at his father, with Cara standing clinging to his side, her own eyes wild. Shocking blues eyes met Jetamio's gold as the girl seemed to look to her for answers. Instead Jetamio looked back out with a confused frown.

"But the children are here Storm, safe..."

Stormfollower · Post by **Stormfollower** » Thu Oct 11, 2007 11:48 am

Stormfollower stopped dead in his headlong charge and looked back at his son. In his hurry to protect them he had not noticed the two young companions within the hall. " Tortha! Stay here and hold this place lest we need to retreat." Then turning to Gilliadson he gestured to the brightly glowing sword. " Dost this blade also show thee the direction of the piteuos unholy wretches?"

Gilliadson · Post by **Gilliadson** » Thu Oct 11, 2007 12:41 pm

Gilliadson looks at his blade which is glowing quite brightly now.

"No but it is glowing as if the creature were within a few paces of me." Said Gilliadson. "Quite curious. It is as if the creature were within this room. There is really only one stranger in this room. Well stranger to most of us."

Jetamio · Post by **Jetamio** » Thu Oct 11, 2007 3:26 pm

Tortha looked between them all, then at Cara, then at Gilliadson in disbelief.

"Not Cara...she can't be undead...I've been with her all day, in the sun even! Your blade is wrong!" He stood protectively in front of her, his eyes afire with conviction.

Jetamio stood tensely at the door, eyeing the girl. Only this time she really looked, beyond physical appearence, for the Lifeforce that burned within them all. All present burned brightly but for the girl. She was like shadow, yet this struck Jetamio as odd. Of all the Sanguine she had met, only Tajer was shadow, all others were nothing, simply empty.
She walked closer to the girl, and found that it wasnt exactly shadow, but very fine shreds of Lifeforce flowing through her. Cara looked around Tortha right at Jetamio, her eyes like burning sapphires in her altered vision. Suddenly she knew who Cara really was. But what the hell was she doing with her son?
Judging by the tension in the room, and knowing fine well of her husbands hatred of the sanguine, Cara would not be allowed to escape. Jetamio fought with herself, between revealing her or protecting her so that she might get to the bottom of this mystery.
She eyed the Knights sword, glowing accusingly, then back at the girl. Jetamio stepped forwards and laid a hand on the sword and forcing the paladin to lower it. The blade flared brightly under her touch, far brighter than if ten undead had been standing right in front of him. Then she stepped in front of her son and Cara, her back to them. She faced Gilliadson as she moved a hand backwards as though to comfort the girl, taking her hand firmly. Her skin was warm, her disguise good.
Unseen by any, but felt by the girl, Jetamio clenched her hand around Cara's and willed her own vast lifeforce to enshroud them both, hiding Cara's true nature. With a shock she found it easy, the tiny shreds of Life in the sanguine being of herself. Now the druid knew why she was unaffected by the sun. Tajer had Turned her, unknowingly passing on the small blessing in her own blood carried through Jetamio's line.
Luckily both she and Cara hid their surprise well.

"You intend to lay blame on an innocent girl? What harm has she done?" Somehow she kept her voice calm. She glanced at the sword again, seeing it still glowing but knew it would glow brighter around herself than Cara now.

The girl's side of the story better be worth this, she thought.

Alsurin · Post by **Alsurin** » Thu Oct 11, 2007 3:41 pm

"Hmm yes quite interesting," Alsurin said with obvious detachment. "A good invocation of dispelling magics should..."

He moved the young barbarian with poorly feigned casualness, seething at being caught up in the heat of the moment. He had simply bolted after the shaman, never stopping to calculate the true setting of events. Once again his composure had slipped, a disturbing threat.

"Protect....."

"Merciful gods," the elementalist shoved the whisper in his mind back into the void. "Just let me be or nothing shall come to you!"

The drakkin opened his eyes, unaware at ever having closed them and brought his thoughts to bear. "Lets strike this soudly, nuance will have us dancing around bushes like drunken nymphs. Would the mentioned 'stranger' wish to respond?"

Gilliadson · Post by **Gilliadson** » Thu Oct 11, 2007 7:32 pm

Gilliadson could feel the energy from Jetamio feeding into his blade and making it glow brighter as she touched it and the realization of what Jetamio was doing hit him. Why is she protecting this Sangine? Gilliadson thought. The Human had only known Jetamio a short while but felt strongly that he should trust her judgement in this matter after all, she did save his life recently. Gilliadson still could not lie and tell them that his blade was wrong. Since his blade had reacted stronger when Jetamio touched it he decided it would be best if She and Cara were both whisked to New Tanaan together making his blade return to it's normal state. Gilliadson put his blade into his scabbard and looked knowingly at Cara. "There could be an error here." He said at last. Give me a moment please. Gilliadson whispered something into Sineliniel's ear and she left the room momentarily. Gilliadson knew that Stormfollower would immediately try to slay the girl if he knew what she was and that there was obviously some connection between the creature and Jetamio, though what it was he was not sure yet. Sineliniel took Gilliadson's hands when she returned to the room for a moment and asked him what error there could have been.

"Perhaps the nature of Jetamio's power has interfered with my sword's power. It is unusual and rare but I suppose it could be possible." Gilliadson took one of Jetamio's hands in his and slipped her a note written by Sineliniel which read:

"I know what you have done. I do not know why nor what connection you have to this Sangine but I trust that you will fill me in as soon as you are able.

Gilliadson."

"My appologies to you first Lady Jetamio. Please take Cara to New Tanaan while we search elsewhere for this creature." Gilliadson then stepped to Cara and passed her the following note in the same manner:

"I know what you are. My blade lies not and is never mistaken. I do not know what connection you have to Jetamio but I spare your miserable existance this day because I trust this druid. If any harm befalls her because of any of your actions, I will hunt you down. Never are you to return to Surefall. I will inform Lady Verlaine and the guardians here will be watching for you.

Sir Shadowbane."

"My appologies to you as well Cara. Please be safe." Gilliadson bowed politely and stepped back next to his Beloved.

Stormfollower · Post by **Stormfollower** » Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:35 am

Stormfollower watched as the confusion played back and forth between the paladin, Jetamio and his sons new playmate. Once they had reached the obviouse conclusion that Cara was indeed not a vampire his concern for the situation re-asserted itself.
"They set more spies apon us then! Cowards. Probably cloaked within the shadaows." The shaman quickly set about a search of the room starting with an inspection of the chimney. "There are always ears on the other side of the wall...Come out skulking fiend! Show thyself that we may put an end to this ill executed mission of thine." He looked around the room as if he expected instant responce to his command. When no answer came he resumed his search checking now behind the curtains.
"Enjoy thyself whist able spy! Tis later than thow thinks" Flinging back the curtains to reveal nothing but a bit of chipped plaster on the wall... he inspects it closely for a moment.
"Tis interesting to note here that one may discover what thine enemy fears most by observing the means he uses to frighten thee." He turns his attention on a small chest in one shadowy corner of the room and attempts to sneak up on it.

Alsurin · Post by **Alsurin** » Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:53 am

Alsurin raised an eyebrow at the sudden reversal. Apparently his advice had been ignored, not surprising, and actually quite advisable. Yet, these wheels within wheels would eventualy make things much more irritating.

"Well then, the runes are cast. Tortha would you please accompany me?" The conjurer gave the knight and druidess a veiled smile. "Apparently we have a monster to find"

Whatever game they were playing, the magus was determined that his own pieces would remain upon their courses.

Gilliadson · Post by **Gilliadson** » Fri Oct 12, 2007 2:51 am

Gilliadson turned to Alsurin.

"I will need to speak with you shortly concerning the Lifebonding Ceremony later this month and a "few other things". All quests are completed and all blessings obtained that needed to be. I do need a witness to stand with me if you would like the position." Gilliadson then turned to Tortha. "Also I would like a few words with the young man later as well. concerning the events that had just unfolded here. I want there to be no confusion between us. I count Stormfollower among my friends and wish not to have any bad blood between us as well."

Alsurin · Post by **Alsurin** » Sat Oct 13, 2007 3:08 am

The conjurer blinked in obvious surprise."Um, well ..yes certainly" For all his recent delving and machination, Alsurin still reverted back into a bumbling young scholar when confronted with the unexpected. He moved toward the door with a noticeably less confident stride. "Well..to hauntings and wights then. Storm, i think dust-balls have been thoroughly searched, they pass my test." He put his hand on the door frame and paused, seemingly in rapture. "Although, dust is strange like that...always lurking..noticed but never considered. To the glade!"

Jetamio · Post by **Jetamio** » Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:09 am

Tortha looked between them all in confusion. Suddenly they all wanted him to go with them. He looked at Jetamio as if half expecting her to interfere, but she did not ask him to come with her. Instead she held a hand out to Cara.

"Come, walk with me." It was not that she wished to protect her as such, but she had no intention of letting her be ripped to pieces here in this glade. Jetamio was a great believer in there being some good in everyone, and she certainly was not going to let the Paladin kill her purely because of what she was. To her, to kill someone simply because of what they were was as good as killing for no reason.

Cara hesitated, glancing at Tortha is if asking it it were ok. He gave his mother a defiant look. "If she goes, I go too."
Jetamio shrugged. "Three paths before you, which will you pick?"
He paused, considering. Alsurin had asked first, and he was Tortha's best friend. He had never met Gilliadson til now and wasn't overly amused at him accusing Cara of being undead. The final option meant going with his mother which he was still reluctant to do. But Cara was going that way. Maybe Alsurin would come with them. He looked again at Jetamio but she simply looked back, her face passive.
Finally he nodded slightly and went to Alsurins side without another look back. He had asked first.

Jetamio took Cara's hand and led her outside. Once again, she felt anothers presence and it troubled her. Her golden eyes scanned the area, looking for something.

Gilliadson · Post by **Gilliadson** » Sat Oct 13, 2007 10:23 pm

Jetamio wanted to keep this young Sanguine alive for some reason. Gilliadson was more of a mind to get some answers from her but perhaps Jetamio would have the same questions and share the answers with him. Gilliadson prayed that at least one other undead had sneaked into Surefall so that there would be some reasonable explanation for his sword's behavior that he could give the rest. Gilliadson had never witnessed the kind of power that he knew Jetamio had just wielded. So many questions. Gilliadson looked at his sword through it's translucent, crimson scabbard. It was still glowing faintly. After-affect of Jetamio's power? Maybe. The knight quietly motioned Sineliniel to follow him. As they neared the caves the blade was glowing brighter. The couple continued into the caves following the intesity of the blade's glow until they found what looked to be a Human sitting on a rock.

"Do not move!" Gilliadson commanded.

"Please, sir," started the other, "Do not kill me. I am not what I have become by my own choice and I am searching for a way to remove this curse. I do not feed upon those of the Light. Please show some mercy and I will share my tale with you."

Gilliadson looked on the creature with pity and sat down on another rock across from him. Sineliniel moved to sit next to Gilliadson and stationed her Elemental beside her.

The Creature was once a bard named Zeph who fell in love with a lovely lass who turned out to be a Sanguine. She had turned him hoping that the two of them would be together forever, but when he discovered what she was, he slew her on the spot. He had since been wandering Norrath following any rumor that hinted of a cure and feeding off of Trolls, Orgres and the occasional Teir`Dal he could find.

"You will come with us once the sun goes down." Gilliadson began. "You must trust me completely and you will live hopefully long enough to find a cure. First we must bind you so that our friends will not seek your death before we are able to tell them your tale. You will have to remain bound until they feel it is safe to release you. Lady Jetamio may know of a cure so we will take you to her as soon as we are able. What say you?"

"If there is a chance at a cure, I will do as you say. If the hunger comes over me and you feel that any of you are in danger then please, by all means, kill me."

Gilliadson retrieved a mithril rope from his bag and bound Zeph's hands behind his back securely.

"Now we await sunset."

Stormfollower · Post by **Stormfollower** » Sun Oct 14, 2007 2:28 am

The room had been searched for show. The conjurer had affirmed that nothing was left lurking in the shadows but the shaman had known this from the start. Stormfollower was left to ponder the recent tragic past. What had occured here could not be ignored. His feinging of ignorance should not go on and yet it must. For the sake of truth it he would continue the charade though it chafed against his spirit as any lie would.
The holy light of the paladins sword had brought forth from shadow a revelation that he could not ignore and yet not acknowlage openly either. Vampires prowled amoungst them now. Nosferatu, Sanguine, undead legions who moved through the ages feeding on the living. The paladin wished no bad blood between them, there was none... why whould there be? He had shown him the truth, if only to deny it reflexivley as he himself did.
Alsurin had mentioned that the dust lay lurking unconsidered. Poiniant that this was exactly how Stormfollower felt at this juncture. Modlin jests and covert comunions bacame clear to him now. They had unfolded this day and in the past too, set to hide the truth from him. The sword had flashed when Jetamio had touched it, a sword forged to bring truth and imbued with the holy power to detect undead. Truth and justice lay in the balance and yet Stormfollower spiraled downward in his own lies of denial and confusion unable to act as he knew he must. Truth and the law of nature demanded the destruction of these abominations. Yet how could he revolt against the one he loved?
Lies and betrayal clouded the northmans thoughts. He pounded the table with his fist in frustration and regret and looked out to the light of day for some sign, some guiding principle to show him what he must do next. He should speak out against it but this would bring about a wave destruction, yet from desruction could come growth. There was a new sence about him of lurking ferocity, as though the wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
THEY had sewn this, those sanguine lords who sought his destruction. THEY directed these events in an attempt to suck from him his spirit, a prize they cherished more than even the blood of thier countless victoms.
Again in silence he pounded his fist against the heavy table top its timbers groaning under the strain. That nothings so sacred as honour and nothings so loyal as love. He saw himself in Griegs End if his mind would not stop these wretched convolutions. One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deciet in death, it delivers precicely what it has promised. Betrayal though, betrayal was the willfull slaughter of hope. To betray one must first belong. Had that been her intention from the start? To gain a place apon the harth of his heart from wich to stab at its core. He should have known. Yet how could he guard against such evil? He forgot cruelty and past betrayal heedless of where the next bright bolt might fall. He would continue to do so.
Outside the window in the peacefull glade the answer came. A bird lighted on a frail branch and felt it bend beneath it very close to breaking, still it sang away all the same, knowing full well it had wings.

Sineliniel · Post by **Sineliniel** » Sun Oct 14, 2007 4:02 am

So much going on with their Lifebonding just mere days away. The Koada`Dal knew that her beloved had partly offered the place of being his witness to Alsurin so that he could have some time alone with the Elemntalist to compare observations. Sineliniel knew the torment going on inside the knight's head at having to cover for Jetamio. Sineliniel had determined that she was going to confront the druid who was apparently much more than a mere druid. No druid on the face of Norrath could have had the effect on Gilliadson's blade that she did. Not even Xannuusus the greatest of all the druids and leader of the Circle of the Nine. The Koada`Dal maiden held her beloved's hand, reassuring him that all would be revealed eventually. She kissed him gently on the cheek, willfully holding back her fire shield spell. They were safe here. The Sanguine in front of them appeared quite at ease with them and seemed not to be a threat. The sun would be setting soon and they would head back to the house. Hopefully Stormfollower and Alsurin would be there and listen to reason.

Sineliniel was tired but dreaded going to sleep. The nightmares were getting more frequent and it was always the same dream. Would she really lose her beloved so soon after they were Bonded? Her heart was breaking just thinking about it.

"Remember Beloved, The queen of nightmares only shows you what she wants you to see. You do not know what happens after what you have seen. The higher powers have put us together for a reason. We do not know what it is but we must have faith that we will accomplish whatever it is together." The words he spoke to her after she had the first dream echoed in her mind and she felt more at ease.