Subject:  Blood Lines (RP story) |
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A Warrior
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Date Posted: Tue, Apr 09 2002, 10:10pm
He awoke with a start, touching his forehead he felt the wetness of sweat, unusual for this time of year.
He slowly rose, shaking slightly, he looked about his room then fell into thought.
'Was it a dream ?, a damm cursed dream if it were one ..'
He pushed himself off his bed, feeling the aches of a thousand battles, his mind still churning over his dream.
"Ahh .. curse it" he said aloud, "I best settle this for myself, less I never get any sleep".
With that, he dressed sparingly in only leather armor, strapped on his blade and threw his bow over his shoulder and strode for the stables.
After an hours ride he was becomming aware of familiar sights around him, yet he had never been to this place before. Warily he loosened his sword in its scabbard, and urged his horse onwards. Before long he came across a small clearing, within it were several tents. A little bewildered, he dismounted his horse, Kull, and strode straight into the nearest tent.
"Ahh .. tis my man-elf, come to pay me my dues, I see afore me."
Taken a little off guard he reeled at the voice, before settling his gaze upon an old gypsy woman.
"Do .. do I know of you good lady ?" he stammered.
"You know not of I, young one, but I surely know of you." the old woman returned. Rattleing a pair of dice, she threw them onto a board laid out in front of her.
"You came to me in a dream old woman, what witchery is about ?" nervously he straightened to his full height. "Who be you, old hag, and how is it you know of me ?"
Cackling to herself, she picked up the dice and threw them again. Once the dice came to rest she set a pair of peircing eyes upon the warrior.
"I know you to be the bastard son of a Hellion Warleader, conceived by force and born to an elven battlemaiden. I know you to have been living here on a fragmented world far from that of your parents. I know all this because I was the one that brought you here !", fire danced in the tent although there was no hearth to be seen. Shadows of long past battles silouetted upon the fabric walls.
Taken aback, the warriors hand fell to the hilt of his sword. His eyes followed the battles around the walls, always keeping his attention to the old gypsy.
"You have done well in this land, my man-elf, your mother was wiser than I thought to have you brought here for your birth." her gaze fell upon the dice as she rolled another set. Pondering a second, she set her piercing look upon his again.
"You have the wild blood of the murderous human Hellions raging within you. This blood will be the cause of your demise", her gaze softened slightly, her eyes clouding slightly, looking suspicously like the forming of tears.
"I have known long, old woman, my time was shortening", the warrior finally spoke. Squatting down to one knee, he too looked at the dice as she rolled them again.
"My time is near, my fate is sealed ?", he looked pleadingly at the gypsy, for his life had been long. Longer than most men, he knew, but short for that of elven blood. He was weary of the battles, weary of the long roads, death would almost be welcome to him.
"I know not the cause, or the time, my man-elf, but yes your fate is sealed. But I do know you work here is not yet done."
Rising from her squat, the woman went to a chest a pulled from it a book. Oblivious to the warrior, she read aloud in a tongue unfamiliar to the warrior, for what seemed an age. Before replacing the book she turned with a slight smile upon her lips.
Taking her place before the board again, she rolled another set. Looking briefly and shrugging to herself, she again turned her attention to the warrior.
"Your blood is destined to be the leader of a great force, my man-elf. The choice is yours what blood it shall be. If you lay with a human woman, your blood shall lead against the light. If you lay with an elven born woman, your blood shall lead against the dark. I am sure I know which you shall choose, although the blood of your father is dangerously close to encompassing your soul. Be swift man-elf, in your choosing .. and your laying. Your life and lifes work is almost at its end. Dont let me ever regret bringing you to these lands, my man-elf, for I shall be here long enough to worry your blood.", with that she waved him off without another thought and returned to her rolling of the die.
On leaving the tent and mounting his war steed, he turned round to look upon the tents again, to his disbelief there was none to be seen. Frantically swinging his ride in circles he searched the clearing hoping his eyes would find what was no longer there. Almost at his wits end, he pushed his horse homewards at a full gallop. The nights events unfolding in his mind over and over again. Finally he came to terms with himself as he leaned slightly forward to pat his mount on the neck.
"Kull old boy, looks like you may be the one to live the longer of the pair of us."
Rocking back in his saddle, he added, "Not before I find myself a woman to bear my heir I guess."
Awoken by the sounds of a rider and horse comming into the village, the stable hand ran irritably to see who had broken his slumber.
"Ahh .. M'Lord Ka Null, out for a moon ride at this time of year ?" he questioned, checking his temper at being brought out into the cold nights air.
"Aye" was the short, gruff reply, "Something of the sort. Take good care in rubbing Kull down will you, tomorrow we head out for a journey of sorts, and I know not how far or long."
Throwing the reins at the stable hand he strode off towards the Manor.
Gathering up the reins as the horse threw back its head, the lad stared off after his Lord.
'Wonder what got him in such a mood', he wondered silently, leading the horse into the stable..
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