~Mystic World~

[RedRocketTM]

For a short while Daeron shows no intention to move at all. It seems that he is just frozen, staring at the assasin who is next to Raistlin. Then, all of a sudden, he jumps forwards, a light smile on his lips.

"Prepaire to die, foolish ones!"

Whispering that softly, he draws his blades, still in the jump. He has no problem to kill one of those two attacking him, as he just took things too easy. Daeron lets out a laughter, when that pitiful guy runs into one of his blades. He falls down, not dead yet, but too injured to stand up again. The drow doesn't care, he has to handle the other, only halfways noticing what happens to the mage.

Quickly, he has to take a step back, as the last assassin tries to hit him with his dagger. Unfortunately it cuts his left arm, while he lifts his blade to block. He bites his lips, holding back any sound. With flowing movement his secound blade touches the throat of the guy.

"I warned you..."

He spits out, drawing his sword along under his chin. Darkred Blood covers his face and clothes, but he does not mind at all. Stertorousely the assassin collapses in front of him, just next to the one stil living.

"You shouldn't mess up with those you might not handle..."

Daeron explains with a cold glow in his eyes, while cutting the throat of the injured one too.

Finally he turns around, watching the scene as it appears to him, slowly putting away his swords again.

"Damn... Not good..."

His eyes meet Falcath, then Raistlin. Who should he try to help first? Unsure he turns to Raistlin, trying to shake him softly.

"Come on... wake up... the crazy one shouldn't have tried to save your life a secound time for nothing! At least I took care of the others..."

While waiting for a reaction he searches his bag for some bandage and healing pots, his gaze wandering to Falcath over and over again. He does not even notice his own wound, slightly burning with blood running down his arm.

[Tiberiu911]

''Raistlin has a flashback, of the time he turned away from the red robes of neutrality, and joined the black robes of evil. One of his companions, named Tass, a kender, curios little creatures.

 

"'Raistlin! You have on black robes! How wonderful! Can I touch them? Oh, all right. You needn't glare at me like that. It's just that they look so soft. Say, does this mean you're truly bad now? Can you do something evil for me, so I can watch? I know! I saw a wizard summon a demon once. Could you do that? Just a small demon? You could send him right back. No?' Tas sighed in disappointment." (351) "

 

 

*coughts* Raistlin slowly regains conciosness. His shoulder was killing him. His eyes met Daerons, then he turns his head to Falcath, and to Daeron who was attempting to bandage him.

 

Its too late for me, leave me be.

 

I will die here, on this cursed land.

 

Really a shame for someone such as m... IGH.

 

His eyes are shut. He stopped breathing, and isnt moving anymore. Even Falcath managed to get up to see the events. His companions looked shocked.

 

Raistlin half-opens his left eye...

 

Would you look at me like that if I told you this was a joke... *laughts* Stop staring. I am not killed so easly. We where lucky, they where simple ammateurs.

 

Raistlin manages to get up and walks toward the female assassin, in everyones surprise. He puts his hand in her backpack and savages some interesting letters.

 

Three in Numbers they are

They are comming for the book

Kill them you must.

 

H.

 

Raistlin passes the letter to his companions, and awaits a conclusion. He eyes Daeron and Falcath respectevly.

 

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I belive we must camp here for the night. Let us go to that clearing and make a fire.

 

He points toward a clearing about 10 feet away. Raistlin snaps his finger and a nice warm fire ignites in the middle of the clearing, along with 2 bedrolls.

 

I shall hold the guard tonight. You two rest, for your wounds are far worse than mine. Besides, I need to study this letter futher.

 

Memories of the past are comming back to him. He remembers his party, how everyone though he was crazy, he was despited...

 

''"Raistlin bowed. 'I will be an accommodating guest, I assure you, Sturm. I will not set the bed linens on fire, nor will I poison the well.'"(278)

((Raistlin mocking Sturm when he tells Raistlin he won't be welcome in Solamnia)) ''

 

He lets out a quick laughter... More memories come back and forth, leaving him with the urge that he shall not repeat the same errors twice... No, this party shall respect him.

 

"'The half-elf comes to me for advise, not because I can see the future. I can't. I am no seer. He comes because I am able to think, which is something most of these other fools seem incapable of doing.'" (50) ((Raistlin))

 

He sits on a rock, and starts reading the note, with a frown on his face.

 

More thoughs cross his mind...

 

"We need light,'Flint said uneasily as night's shadows closed in thickly. Sounds in the woods that had been innocent in the daytime now seemed sinister and threating."Surely you do not fear children stories,' Raistlin hissed.'No!' snapped the dwarf."I just want to make certain the kender doesn't rifle my pack in the dark."

 

"And what else did Raistlin say? asked Tanis "That if I touched his spell books or even looked at them sideways, he'd turn me into a cricket and s-swallow m-me whole."Tasslehoff stammered. He looked up at Tanis with wide eyes"I believe him too."

 

 

He starts laughing as he never did before... Lucky are those who witness this, since Raistlin almost never laughts.

 

Magic will be my sword... I once told myself that. Today, Magic is alot more than that. Magic, is myself, though Raistlin.

 

((OOC: the qoutes are from varios Dragonlance Books))

[CJD]

((sorry, for the delay. Tiberiu, what no Elistan quotes, or Laurana?))

 

 

Falcath'a wounds got better, he healed surprisingly fast. He sat up in a small sleeping bag made of burlap, searching for more of those assailants, none came, he tried to stay awake as long as possible, but exhaustion thad taken him. He dreamed of his last moments in his land.

 

 

Arrows whistled past as the army advanced, sheilds locked, spears in front, they cut thru the enemy line. The batlle looked to be won. the enemy was fleeing. They retreated into the massive castle of the Syphus guild, Castle Ardoron. Falcath looked to his brother.

 

Well, the bastards have decided to hide from us. Bring The Ram!!!!

 

 

his brother looked back at their army, their losses had been minor.

 

"Brother?"

 

 

Yes, Taleth

 

"This seems too easy, this could be a trap"

 

Don't be silly, Taleth, these bastards are stupid. They can't make a Fertidif, let alone a trap

 

 

Taleths next statement was lost, in the thunderous crack, of the massive castle door giving away under the pressure. the doors swung open, revealing the surviviors of the battle.

 

 

For Argith

 

the army let out a triumphant roar. The army moved swiftly thru the doors cutting down anything in their path. The castle was taken. All was captured except the Grandmaster of the wretched Syphus guild, Ganthas.

Falcath, his brother Taleth, and his elite guard walked thru the hallway. Falcath was confident his guard could take on anything that awaited them. Taleth opened the door to the Grandmasters throne room. He was leisurely sitting on his throne eating grapes, He stood at the men's entrance.

 

"Ah, my guests of honour" roared Ganthas. He started to laugh. Taleth got agitated, he pulled out his sword he went up to Ganthas, just as he was about to plunge it into the twisted man's heart, he caught his hand. Taleth screamed, his arm burst into flames. just as fast at it had started the fire went out. leaving Taleth's arm completely burnt off. Falcath got out his sword, as did his guard. Soldiers came running into the room, but they were not his, they were not even human!. Falcath, and his guards fought for his life. falcath caught an arrow in the side and fell. When he got up the strange soldiers, leaving only him, Taleth, and Ganthas. He could not move, he could not speak, he could only listen.

 

"oh Falcath" said Ganthas

 

"How stupid u r, u hav walked into a trap, I can not hav the world so noone will"

 

there was a blinding light and then Falcath, found himself in front of a cottage.

 

 

 

Falcath woke up to sunlight gleaming in his eyes, he looked up to see Raistlin reading a book, and Daeron asleep, in his bed. Falcath relaxed, knowing he was alright, for now.

[m3lisk]

(sorry to butt in, couldn't help it. oh, and @Vulture I kinda changed sunlight to moonlight)

 

 

Raistlin sat silently at the edge of the clearing, intent in the studying of the new-found note. Daeron and Falcath sleeping soundly in their bed rolls, the steady sounds of their heart beats like a drum to the tree bound assassin. Falcath suddenly leaped up, looking about, then falling back, drifting off to sleep.

 

Scythe silenty watched all of this from the safety of a tree not far from the clearing, his finely tuned elven ears hearing the slightest of sounds. He knew this was it. He hadn't satisfied his need for killing in a while. These people were not to die though. He had seen the massacre of the amutuer assassins earlier, a pathetic performance, but never-the-less entertaining, and they were worthy of living. He planned to let them know he COULD have killed them. His blades twitching in their sheathes.

 

Be patient. Today no blood shall be spilled. In due time, blood will stain your steel, but not today.

 

Leaping from the branch he was perched upon, he landed quietly on the forest floor. Sneaking silently, he crept to the edge of the clearing. The mage had not noticed. The enchanted armor he got off the dead merchant worked... He crept up to the one called Daeron, and bound him. No noise made thus far. He then, avoided the light cast by fire, and bound Falcath. So good so far... He then saw the mage, still studying the parchment. His back was to Scythe.

 

Perfect.

 

He approached the mage, with a poisoned blade in hand. The poison was not lethal, just will knock him out. Hopefully the mage won't be too upset. Scythe raised the blade, then brought it down upon the mage, in the back, but the blade was only a cm long or so. He slumped into a pile on the ground. He then doused the fire, and placed then in a pile, bound by leather in the center, and awaited for them to awake.

 

(before i get any crap, my guy has little health, and little strength. Just very quiet and fast. His mouth was sewn shut by magic when he once betrayed a mage, so he communicates via telepathy. He can read thoughts, etc. Oh, and GO DRAGONLANCE!)

[CJD]

Falcath woke up in pain, Raistlin!! he thought. He was bound. He looked up at the assassin, who had captured them. What a fool. Falcath's hands turned into tiny tendrils, they worked at his restraints. After a few minutes they broke. The assassin was looking out into the forest. Falcath slowly stood, and pulled out his blade. In a blink of an eye he swung his sword, aiming at the back of the assassin's head. Just as it would strike his back the assassin disappeared. Falcath was dazed, where did the male without a father go. then his question was answered, as a foot struck him in the face. The battle raged on Falcath wasn't quick enough. The assassin used the same tactics every time, dodge and kick, he obviously didn't want to kill him. Falcath grew wise, and one time he missed, then fired lightning out of his left hand, striking the assassin in the chest. the assassin was down, Falcath bound the assassin, and made it so there was NO way he was going anywhere. Falcath untied the others, and sat on a nearby stump, staring at the assassin, sword drawn. Falcath was weak, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop him if he tried to escape.

 

 

So, assassin time to talk, who sent you? Who r you? Why r u trying to capture us?

 

 

Falcath sat there waiting intently on the answer.

[m3lisk]

(damn you....)

Scythe sat there, staring at his newfound friend, the one called Falcath. Hmm... decent fighter, slow though... damn magic... ugh, lucky for this armor or I'd be dead. I swear, take my attention away for half a second to examine the surrounding landscape, and you get nearly killed.

 

Why should I tell you? Sending his voice into Falcath's head.

 

Then, eyeing Raistlin, he decided to revise his answer:

If you must know, I work alone. As for my name, I am Scythe, as my favored weapon is the kama. Why was i trying to capture you? I wanted to know your business and skill. I probed your memories while you slept, except the sickly mage. His mind was too powerful a one to probe, it would have lead to my madness. Yours was complex, but every question has an answer, you just have to want it. As for the Dunmer, his mind.... was unique. You may be wondering what is happening. I am communicating via telepathy, as my mouth was bound magically some time ago by a great mage called Fizban. I have not been able to speak since. I prayed to the night mother, and she answered me with telepathy. It is better than using my mouth... Yes, I could have probed while you were awake, but how was i to know how skilled you were? I see know, you are worthy of my company. If it were not to be too foreboding, I wish to join your party. I can scout ahead, and make sure you are not attacked by mere amatuers, or at least warn you. Besides, everyone, no matter the cause has need of my skills. If you were to allow me to accompany you on this journey, I shall make it worth while... As for my motive, to satisfy my need to kill, and maybe meet a few ladies on the way, heh-heh.

 

Scythe then weaseled his arm blade out, and prepared to kill Falcath if he tried anything not to his liking. I need not be released from these bounds to kill; thought Scythe.

 

What is your answer? I shall not wait long. And i must say, zap me again, and you will not live to see the next day; that really hurt.

[Tiberiu911]

((thank god someone accually posted! I could of sworn I saw spider webs on this thread. And m3lisk, give time to others to accually react!))

 

Raistlin sat on his rock, a pen (feather) in his hand. He was communicating with a magical book , once a great artifact. It cannot lie to men. He opens the small journal, and touches it with his index. The page seems to be made of water. Sudenly, words appear.

 

<< Welcome, my master. >>

 

Raistlin starts writing on the left page.

>> I have a strange feeling. Something is in theese tree's. My eyes never decive me. Although, It's probally just a wild animal. What does our destiny awaits? <<

 

The page stays blank for a while. On the right page, text appears.

 

<< You are about to be attacked >>

 

Raistlin eyes open wider, as a blade struck him in the back. He slowly slumbers in unconsiosness. I knew they would hire proffesionals, he said to himself as his body hit the forest floor.

 

He wakes up in the morning. Falcath is above him, cutting his ropes. Raistlin turns his head to a nearby tree. A man is tied to it.

 

Raistlin eyes him. He was an elf, still young. He did not deccay in his sight, this probally was the reason he saw something in the decaing forest (to him).

 

I see time as it affects all things, hissed Raistlin. Human flesh whithers and dies before my eyes. Flowers bloom, only to fade. Trees drop green leaves, never to regain them. In my sight, it is always winter, always night. I see you have been cursed, never to talk again. Raistlin's right hand emits glowing red light. He fires it at the ropes, who burn instanetly.

 

Raistlin approaches Schyte, who is on his knees, taking his breath from the early combustion. Raistlin puts his hand on his chin, and lifts it so he can see the man better.

 

Light emits from his fingers and into the mans neck.

 

You shall talk when I wish so. The curse is temporally lifted. If you try to escape, you will suffocate. Dont try to enter my mind. I have knowledge to dangerous, secrets to powerfull. You will go mad. I dont care about these fools. Now, you shall speak.

 

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[m3lisk]

(sorry Tiberiu, I'll make this a none critical short post)

 

Scythe's voice emits into Raistlins head:

I would like to speak, but I have long forgotten any language, as I may seem young but in elven I am already 120. I decided to forget how to speak, except through the universal telepathical way. I will not escape, as I am waiting for an answer from your speed challenged friend here, hahaha.

 

Scythe lifted his head and glared into Raistlin eyes, those hour-glass shaped eyes...

 

*caugh-caugh* Blood breeched the lips of the now wounded assassin. Man I hate mages, thought Scythe. Going to kill the merchant who sold me this so-called enchanted armor... oh wait, I already did, hahaha. I now know of the warrior mage and Mage, but what of the Dark Elf? What is his role?

 

*Scythe colapsed to the ground* Man I hate mages!

[CJD]

Falcath, still sitting on the stump, had seen the whole charade, his curiosity in Raistlin grew.

 

 

 

Alright, Scythe If my companions are okay with it, you can travel with us. Your speed will be useful.

 

 

he looked at Raistlin, then at Daeron. He started to sharpen his sword, still listening for their answers.

He wanted them to answer quickly, this "adventure" has had enough delays as it is. Falcath shared Scythe's passion, he too had a bloodlust, if he could kill something that wasn't useful to him, he would. These companions of his, hav proved themselves, all but one, the newcomer.

 

 

((ill b away for awhile so dont expect me to post for awhile, at least til Saturday))

[RedRocketTM]

((Puh... Finally. I'm sorry I could not answer for so long... But as I always need too much time for my posts, and we've had some problems with our server and forums... it took me some time. *tear* But I'm back again!!!))

 

Daeron slept for a long time. All that had happened was really exhausting.

Now he keeps watching the stranger, who called himself Scythe. He can almost feel the questions in his mind. So he wanted to know who he was, and what his role might be... Daeron smirks. He will not tell him, but there's stil another question.

"I don't like his way of asking us... But I won't mind him following us. As we could see it may be helpful to have him with us."

The dark elf had to make a lot of decisions in the last few days. Especially, if he could trust Raistlin or not. At least the mage managed to trick him when he wanted to bandage him. But he made up his mind, that there was no other way, than to trust him. When it came to Falcath... well, he wouldn't win a prize in sympathy, but he was a good companion, someone to relay on. He proved it several times. And now the new one. Not really trustworthy for now, but a good aid.

"But I warn you! Never try that again. Next time you'll not succeed!"

He speaks to the elven assasin, his eyes a little narrowed.

"By tomorrow we should finally reach the sea. I guess we've had enough time to prepair anyway."

A little mysterious smile covers his lips, whan he leans back on a tree, his eyes halfway closed.

"Oh... and don't ask.. I suppose nobody's able to see through me. No one ever could."