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Post by vanya on Oct 9, 2006 15:16:52 GMT
She widened her eyes. "In battle? How rude! Who could do that?" she took a flame into her hand and hold it in front of his face. "Look at it, how vivid and eager it is. It needs to feed, of course, but it is also very friendly and protecting. To use it in battle is like using a dog or a horse in battle. This is brutal to each side." She put it carefully back into the campfire and shook her head. "I don't understand all this fighting and harming each other." She took some more fruit and watched the paladin.
"So, they learned it? Who toughed them to handle it and do they get harmed by it? The most people don't know how to speak to flames and the flames don't know that they aren't allowed to feed on them, so they get hurt. I have seen people who got hurt by fire. I don't think any kind of death is more painful." Her beautiful face showed sadness and pain and her brown eyes where filled by tears like in remembering a hurtful experience.
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Post by Envin on Oct 9, 2006 15:52:01 GMT
Envin moved closer to put his hand on Elanor's. His fingers were warm and comforting as he said that "Indeed it is cruel to use beasts and comrades with no thoughts of their own but servitude in battle. It is only when I must that I use my own fine steed in a pitched fight. I am quite sorry for your pain, Elanor. Have you yourself had a painful experience with your friend? I know that many of the wizards who teach themselves to use fire never complete their training, but are killed by their own experiments. I could never imagine who it was that first learned to harness flames in such a way, but I am glad that it was not I."
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Post by vanya on Oct 9, 2006 16:21:26 GMT
She lowered her glance and stared into the flames. "No, I didn't get hurt. It is as if they never try to feed on me. But... " Her eyes were filled with water and she stopped to tell him but trembled before she burst out in tears. "I SAW it happen to somebody!" she pressed out and her beautiful voice went dark for grieve. "I told them to stop feeding on him, but they didn't listen to me. I slapped them, but they laughed at me and kept on to feed on him. They were so naughty, I couldn't do anything." She buried her face into her hands.
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Post by Envin on Oct 9, 2006 16:26:52 GMT
Envin's eyes were pained to see that he had forced the young elf to relive such a horrid memory. "Please, please Elanor, do not think on it any more. The fault is not yours, and neither the blame. I have difficulties controlling my stallion from time to time, I cannot imagine trying to do the same with flames. You should feel comforted by the fact that you risked them turning on you, just for trying to help him. Please do not blame yourself - you were not at fault."
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Oct 9, 2006 16:43:48 GMT
The pair had let down their guard as their conversation dragged on and as the armored man comforted the distraught maiden he was unawares of the beast that quietly circled their small camp. The beast's lumbering footsteps grew ever closer though as it followed the smell of salted meat which had led it to the camp.
It was not until the great bear was upon them that Envin even noticed, and only then he noticed it for the hot breath that gently blew across his neck. It was with much horror in his eyes that he turned and found the beast, mouth agape, mere inches from his head. The bear seemed to take no heed of the fire as it lifted its large wet nose wiggled as it took in the scent of the meat it was after.
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Post by vanya on Oct 9, 2006 17:16:24 GMT
Elanor gasped and pushed herself away of the bears reach. She cursed herself of being so out of guard. Her shape molt into mist and disappeared. The mist rouse and stirred green glooming around the camp, covering the horses and dissolved to nothing. Elanor and her gray steed had vanished and just a quiet hissing remained for another moment.
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Post by Envin on Oct 9, 2006 17:50:42 GMT
Envin let loose a horrid string of oaths, for even though his rigorous training in Minas Tirith had not been able to cleanse him of the habit. He gingerly picked up a large piece of the meat and held it out toward the bear, edging away from the great beast even as he did so. But neither had he been blind to the sudden disappearance of Elanor, and now he cursed himself for a double fool in allowing himself to be so tricked. He gritted his teeth as the bear neared the piece of meat Envin held, ready to give the bear a good struggle if that was what he wanted.
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Oct 9, 2006 18:20:01 GMT
The sudden disappearance of the woman startled the large beast, distracting it from it's would be meal. Unsettled the beast rose up on his haunches, towering over over the man as his inquisitive sniffing turned to a menacing growl. The bear lifted a giant paw into the air causing Envin to wince in anticipation of it's powerful swing.
Just before the beast was to strike a shrill whistle cut across the wind. "Tampa tanya, Poldora! N'ndengina ho." Just as suddenly as he had appeared, the bear lowered to all fours and lay by the fire.
"Forgive him, he has no manners and can only think with his stomach."
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Post by Envin on Oct 9, 2006 18:23:17 GMT
Envin whirled about in time to see the speaker. Truth be told, he had given such thought to evading the beast and to the swift departure and startling method of Elanor that he had given little to the possiblity that this bear might be the beast of a hunter. Though he had gripped Herald of Woe rather tightly, and should the bear have swung, he would have found more than he bargained for.
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Oct 9, 2006 18:45:42 GMT
Fox scowled at the bear, who in turn cast its eyes down in a pout. He then turned his glance back to Envin and smiled, offering his hand to shake. "Poldora is harmless for the most part, somthing in the air must have startled him. Really, he meant you no harm, good sir."
Fox examined the man's armor and weapon as they shook hands. "Foxfoot is my name, but please, cam Fox." He grinned. "What would bring a crusader of the light so far north, my friend."
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Post by Envin on Oct 9, 2006 19:08:26 GMT
Envin lowered his mace to the ground and breathed easier. "Well aquainted with many things, 'twould seem you are, Fox," he replied. "And I am indeed glad to hear that Poldora was merely startled. I'm sure he would not have touched me." He grinned as he shook Fox's hand, and motioned for him to sit near the fire. Envin sat down as well, and taking up his pipe from the ground, he found it still full but not alight any longer. He relighted it with an ember from the fire, drew a long pull, and then he spoke. "But even more I am concerned by the disappearance of that elven woman, who I am now not certain was an elf or a woman at all. Have you seen aught of her in your wanderings?" He offered his pipe to Fox.
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Oct 9, 2006 19:37:45 GMT
Fox eagerly accepted Envin's offer, making himself comfortable and warming himself by the fire. "No, Nim'ohtar, you are not the first holy warrior to cross my path." He took the pipe offered to him, taking a deep breath of smoke before passing it back to the paladin. He gave an approving nod to the pipe as he exhaled, sending swirls of smoke into the air. "Elven kind are a rarity in these parts. I should think I would know if one of my kindred was about." Fox pull from his pack a half full bottle and uncorked it. He took a swig then passed the wine to Envin. "When was it you lost your fair maid?"
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Post by Envin on Oct 9, 2006 19:55:39 GMT
Envin accepted the wine with an appreciative smile and took a gulp somewhat larger than he had intended; it had been many days since he last drank wine. "Nay, not my fair maid, simply an aquaintance who had crossed my path. She was sitting right here beside me when your beastly comrade interrupted our conversation. She said she was travelling home. Showed some kind of affinity for fire. It did not harm her at all, played with her as though alive and her pet. Most unsettling. Now the thought crosses my mind that she was some shade or being of devious purpose, come hither to destroy me." He breathed in another puff of smoke, and blew a large smoke ring, then sent several smaller ones through it ere he passed both pipe and wine back to Fox.
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Oct 9, 2006 20:20:21 GMT
Fox eyed the man with a confused look. "Far be it from me to question that the words of a paladin be the truth, but, my eyes are keen, my friend, and I saw only a lone figure as I approached this camp." After a quiet pause he took the wine and pipe from Envin's hands, indulging himself in both. "Uuma dela, Nim'ohtar, you are not the only one to have such strange enounters as of late." He took another long toke from the pipe and then a bit more wine. "Many a traveler has encountered a woman, strikingly beautiful but with a sickly green glow in her eyes." He passed the bottle and pipe back in Envin's direction. "Others speak of a soft voice drifting on the wind behind them, though, when they turn always it is the same -- no one is there."
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Post by Envin on Oct 9, 2006 20:37:42 GMT
"Serke cuma!" Envin swore as he took back the bottle and the pipe, taking a large pull on the pipe and this time intentionally drinking deeply of the bottle. "Nay, well do I trust your word, feredir[/i]. Now that the spell has left me, I see through its deception. The sickly glow of the shade's eyes, the milky softness of its voice...[/i]" he shuddered and took another swig from the bottle before he handed it and pipe to Fox. "What its purpose with me could have been, I shall never in all the hells guess, but if I ever meet with it again, I shall know how best to deal with it." He seemed to calm slightly, and settled back against a stone. "But what of you? You say that elves are rare in these parts, and only too well do I know it. I trust your appearance, for the breath of your bear was real enough." he grinned again and sighed, "but are you a wanderer, as well? Or have you a purpose in your travels?"
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