Firiona Vie Everquest

It would be no easy task to find Jetamio, that is if you were any other than Stormfollower. Her whims were of a nature unfathomable, instinctual to the earth and stones themselves. Her joy for the land took her far and wide on her journeys and in no one spot did she linger long. Yet he knew. He was wise in the ways of nature too and when the flowers bud so does the sun shine. He would seek her where he would expect her to be, and without fail that is where she was. Her love his beacon.

She was not far from the glade today, and was found with a bear in the Jaggedpine. She looked up when she heard someone approach and smiled at Stormfollower. She let the bear go to scamper back off to his family and stood up.

"So fair husband, you found me. But you do not hunt me without reason so I trust something is up?" She walked to his side.

She appears from the shadows in broad daylight outside the door and slips silently in before the guards see her. She finds no one within, but he had said he would be here once he found his wife. She paces the room nervously as she waits.

Stormfollower hugged Jetamio close, up off the ground and smiled wide into her eyes. "A short time ago Kalsari came to me and asked for your cure!" His gleaming eye told her that he was extreamly excited about this prospect. "It is her will from beyond speaking through, in a proud testiment to its own power." He placed Jetamio back on her feet and took her by one hand in both of his before dropping to one knee. "She awaits us now in a public place where guards should keep her honest."

Jetamio raises an eyebrow. She was surprised to say the least, and met the new with mixed emotions. "Then let us go to her." She held his hand and uttered a spell, taking them to Surefall Glade.

"We did promise that we would stand for you to keep you from harm." The Elementalist's musical voice softly intoned as she entered the room followed by the Human and Half-Elf Paladins. "While our friends will not bring harm upon you, we would not wish someone ignorant of what is going on here to stumble upon you while incapacitated."

Myrikel walked up to Kalsari and extended her hand in greeting.
"Mother and Father have told me much about you. I am happy for and proud of you." Myrikel smiled genuinely.

((Remember I did promise that they would be on hand))

"Incapacitated?" The Tier'Dal echoed. She had not taken that into account. She glanced out the window again, then carried on her nervous pacing, seemingly oblivious to anyone else in the room.

"My dear you do remember Zeph..." Said Sineliniel. "He was out for a day. By now you must surely have enough trust in Gill and I to watch over you. I know trust is difficult for you but we have placed much trust in you. Now it is your turn and do know that we will not betray it, if for no other reason than for our own daughter who seems to have taken a liking to you."

"And do remember also that if there was any intention on our part to bring harm to you, we could have easily done it in the Emerald Jungle when M'Lady's fireball went ary. Remember in that moment the power to kill or heal you was in my hands." Gilliadson's baritone voice intoned. "Please do be at peace, Kalsari. In as much as I have given my word to not bring harm to you and I have kept it, I will also not allow any harm to befall you as long as it is within my power."

The glade was full of new buds when they arrived. There was a peace in the still spring air and the entire forest seamed in accord this day. Stormfollower took his wife by the hand and led her towards the designated meeting place. " Come my love, Let us give her no pause for reflection. I would not want her resolve to waver."

Jetamio followed quietly, deep in thought thinking of everything she knew about Kalsari. Why the sudden change in heart? All she had ever wanted was eternal youth, a fear of growing old despite her races longevity. The Tier'Dal were elves too afterall. A small frown of confusion crossed her face.

She stopped her pacing suddenly and faced the door, the strangest look upon her face, a strange mix of dread, terror and hope. She could hear them approaching and stood frozen on the spot.

Stormfollower motioned to Jetamio that he would enter first. He set his brow and narrowed his eyes, his chin slid ever so slightly forward of its normal position and he pressed his lips into a straight line, he flared his nostrils a bit and flexed his jaw muscles. There was no mistaking how he felt at this moment, his mood and intentions were clear. This was a great event for him... one that seamed to move him into a state of focus as sharp as the day he had met Jetamio.(see post guided footsteps @ viewtopic.php?t=27)

As he stepped over the threshold into the room his one good eye adjusted quickly to the dim light of the curtained interior, while his clouded eye looked into the spirit realm to fortell of any trap. Both eyes were in accord, the room was safe for the moment. It was only then that he looked at Kalsari.

"Hail Kalsari, I have brought her..." He reveals Jetamio from behind his great frame. "Strength and honour unite us in one spirit this day. Thy true spirit to return. And, though it may mean little to thee how I feel..My heart swells for thy reunion with life." He bows low before Kalsari his stern stoicism still heavy on his face.

He knew how hard this must be for Kalsari for as a shaman of the Wolf Cult it was his sworn duty to keep the Remeberance of his peoples and it spoke of vampirism in great detail for once many hundred of years in thier past his tribe had been reduced to two members by a coven of these creatures whome his people called Wendago. But not before many of them tried to fight off its powerfull embrace. He knew that when it took you it did so in a way that was calming and it took from its victoms thier pain, and it gave to them Power, all without any hint off the terrible cost. Some of his ancestors had resisted the thirst and some had been forced to. But in the end it was without success. The thirst was all, and even when controlled it lay beneath the surface tainting thier every thought and motion with its perverse logic. The legend tells of one family who throughout the Month of Night, as this even had come to be called, had two of its children drained and then turned into Wendago by this derranged coven that was bent on taking thier tribes very souls from them. The aprent were able to recapture them for a time and keep them locked inside. But the childrens thirst was so great that the parent took pity on thier pain and began to feed the childrren on thier own blood. when they were found the horror of the scene was so great that none who saw it had any will to resist the onslaught any longer thier spirits leaving them hollow, soon to be claimed as food by the growing host of Wendago.

Those who were not turned were kept alive as a larder for many days while those who were wise enough to hide did so in terror. The heavey winter snows made escape impossible and it would have been the end of them all if it had not been for Whitebow. He was the tribes greatest warrior and had been turned by the savage wendago while he tried to defend his brethren against the bloodstarved hoard but somehow was able, through tremendouse strength of will, to retain his true spirit. He rose up against the invaders and sleww their leaders, the resat of the wretches fled from thier lands vowing thier revenge.

When the sun finally returned to thier lands as it did every year at that time, Whitebow sat with the last two survivors and allowed its light to consume him even as there village was consummed by the great confligration they had started to clense the site from the horror that painted every home in its gore. The Will of Whitebow was legendary, and had become a watch phrase for the Wolf Tribe. Stormfollower now bore witness to a will that was as great as that of Whitebow. It held him transfixed with awe.

The young Half-Dal walked up beside Kalsari and offered her hand to the Sangine.

"I will sit with her throughout this." Myrikel smiled warmly and love radiated out from her.

Gilliadson and Sineliniel stood and walked up behind Kalsari.

"And we will stand to protect her as well." Said the Knight.

Sineliniel smiled and nodded in agreement.

Stormfollower raised one quisicall eyebrow at the couple. It was clear he was confused by the knights last statement "Protect her? from what? Jetamio hath come here to heal her. Kalsari will suffer no harm from this."
He looked at Jetamio now and took her hand in both of his. "Tis your gift she seeks love. The mirracle of thy life force wich only thow might bestow" He smiled warmly at her and then stepped aside to allow her some space in which to opperate.