VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, [7], 8, 9, 10 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 19:36:11 01/10/02 Thu
Author: Valhorek, Corum & Erlic
Subject: The best laid plans
In reply to: Rowan 's message, "Since one deserves another...." on 13:35:12 01/10/02 Thu

Valhorek had bid the Jann healer a good evening. The two of them had exchanged numerous medical techniques, and the healer was quite thankful for the woman’s cooperation. Of course the fact that she was quite beautiful made matters run very smoothly, but in any case, he had gotten the information he needed.

It was during their conversation that they had been informed that the group, both adventurers, and the Jann, would be leaving three hours before midnight, and that alone gave Valhorek the pretense to get some rest. There was no telling how long they’d be on the road, especially with the advent of assassins following them.

As he returned to the camp, he spotted a few unusual abnormalities. First of all Yorik, Corum’s staff, was somehow looking like something else, and even sported a red wig. It was quite obvious the youngsters were enjoying themselves immensely.

Jeremy managed to run past him, but as he bumped into the youth, he spotted the words rake me written across his forehead in some red marking. Perhaps the rigors of the road were finally playing havoc on the rest, or it was their way of loosening up.

The next surprise came in the form of Isobel wearing an outfit resembling that of the Jann, and, he noted, she looked exceedingly well in it. It was then that Val had noted he had stopped walking, and was actually staring at the raven-haired woman. He shook his head, and approached the woman.

“I’d like to check out your wound,” Valhorek stated, and proceeded to examine it with, or without her permission. There was no need for physical touch, he had but to use his mental powers to find out that the wound was healing quite nicely. “You seem to be doing very well with the wound,” the healer announced looking into her eyes rather than anywhere else. She was a lovely woman, but she had seen her fierce side as well. It was best simply to remain friends than to have her hate him with her anger for any actions he might cause.

“Just try to take it easy on the leg if, and when possible,” Valhorek finished. As he walked away, he turned around not helping himself. “That’s a very nice outfit you’re wearing.” He grinned, and turned back to his tent to get some sleep.

***************************


Corum let out a yelp. Why in the world had Marz kicked him in the shin anyway? Not to mention that it hurt like hell. When Marz wanted to hurt someone he sure had the tendency to do so. And who in the world was Yorika anyway? Corum turned around thinking that maybe someone else had been in the tent with them, but after looking around he spotted no one. And another thing, how did Marz know that Yorik had a cousin named Yorika? Maybe Yorik had actually spoken to Marz and told him all about it. Of course that made Corum wonder why Yorik hadn’t told him about the long lost cousin. It was quite obvious that the skull never bothered to talk about it.

The name of Yorika gives you a clever, quick, analytical mind, but you suffer with a great deal of self-consciousness, lack of confidence, and much aloneness because of misunderstandings. Your idealistic and sensitive nature gives you a deep appreciation for the finer things of life and a strong desire to be of service to humanity. There are times when you experience inner turbulence at your inability to say what you mean. It is far easier for you to express your deeper thoughts and feelings through writing than verbally.

That’s when Barry looked at everyone thinking they were a bit whacked. "Ohhh suuuure... and afterward we can all dress in brightly colored strips of cloth and dance around waving hankies and singing festive songs.... What're you, NUTS?"

Corum thought a bit about that, and decided it wasn’t such a bad idea. “Hey, why not?” Corum stated only to get some very serious looks from Barry, Marz, and Tristan. “Well it was only a thought,” the youth stated.

That’s when Barry said he’d do the dirty deed of dropping some bugs on Justin, but only if they got Yorik cleaned up. Corum looked around and spotted when of the Jann’s hanging around. He strode over to her, and asked if there was a stream, or something similar to that. She tried to stifle her laughter at seeing the painted skill, but was able to maintain her composure. She directed Corum to an area outside of the camp, which fortunately was on the other side from where the assassins were located. However, Corum didn’t realize that part of the problem.

He returned, and talked to Marz. “That chick over there says that there’s a stream that a-way,” the youth stated as he pointed in the direction the Jann had told him about. “All we have to do is go there, dunk Yorik in the water, and we’ll be done. Then we can watch as Barry handles ole smelly puss.”

“You’re a moron,” Marz stated. “You know that? Did you forget about the assassins?”

Corum thought, but only for a brief moment before responding to Marz. “Yeah, and between you, and me, and Tristan here, we’ll kick their arse.”

Marz thought about that, and decided it would be easy for the three of them to take on some dopey fighters. They headed out, and soon arrived at the stream. Corum carefully removed the wig, and Yorik’s clothing as Marz simply shook his head at his friend’s antics. In no time, Yorik had been dunked, and with the use of a cloth that Corum had procured, was back to his pale old self.

Corum adjusted the scarf around Yorik before turning to Marz. “Do you think now that he’s not wearing any make-up, Yorik will start talking out of his head?”

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()


“Teach you how to speak!” Laurel murmured again, shaking her head. “What arts should a useless little thing like myself ever possess that a man like you could learn from? Erlic…” She hesitated, and then shifted to wrap one arm around his and shake it slightly in an amiable way. “Erlic, I want us to be friends,” she continued, finally staring up into his eyes. “Speak to me as you would any of your friends, and I should be very…” She cleared her throat and smiled. “Well, it would make me very happy if you did.”

Erlic thought that that Laurel might actually turn his question down, when in fact he was now more confused than he was prior to this meeting. If what Laurel suggested, he had but to speak to her as a friend, and nothing more. But if that were so simple, why hadn’t she simply stated that to begin with?

The thought confused him, but since she had her arm around his, it seemed like old times, and if nothing else, he was content. He did not enjoy making enemies, especially from those he cared about, or those who became very close friends. He had placed Laurel in both categories, but didn’t think it necessary to express his concern over the druid.

He placed his hand over hers, and was simply glad that they were at least on speaking terms. He turned to the woman, and expressed his views. “But I’ve always viewed you as a friend,” Erlic professed. “If that were not the case, then I would probably not have chosen to associate with you, except in a professional level.”

It probably sounded a bit cold, and Erlic had to remind himself that Laurel was his friend, like Ravin, and he’d have to learn to adjust himself accordingly. “What I meant to say, was that…..”

Before the assassin could finish speaking Rowan had sauntered over and interrupted their conversation. “You said you wanted to know…well, about what you’d been asking about earlier. Well, I’m ready to talk about it, if you’re ready to listen.”

Why was it that every time he had associated with the lovely druid, someone, or something, had always managed to interrupt them? There had been only one time when Erlic had whisked Laurel over his shoulders, and taken her to the Ethereal plane that they had actually experienced peace, quiet, and tranquility. If he had to, he would do the same again, but now was not the time to consider those actions. He didn’t know if Rowan would be going with him this evening, especially considering he didn’t know the man’s strength’s, and weaknesses, and that was one thing that was of the utmost concern to him. He would not endanger someone else’s life, not to mention his, simply because another person professed their ability to do this or to do that. An individual had to be sure of himself, and of his abilities, and had to be capable of carrying them out regardless of the situations. There was only one shot this night to rid them of part of the assassins. It was quite simple. Either they all died, or Erlic died. There usually was no compromise on that issue.

Erlic patted Laurel on the hand, and kissed her cheek. “Hopefully, we can do this again…without interruptions.” He smiled at the druid before standing up, and walking away with Rowan. Once they reached an area out of earshot from the others, Erlic turned and spoke to the Elf.

“All right,” he began. “Tell me.”

Oddly, Erlic stood in front of Rowan not as teacher, or adventurer, or anything else, but more of a judge. His mind would gather all the necessary information needed to find out if Rowan would, or would not go. At this exact moment, Rowan would not be going, unless he proved to be extremely useful. Erlic didn’t need the death of one of his friends, not to mention the brother of the druid he had just been reunited in friendship with, on his hands. Rowan had better be good.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Forum timezone: GMT-6
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.