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Date Posted: 18:20:47 08/31/02 Sat
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Arrasha, Seriema, Tamahome
's message, "Re: +alarm+" on 14:46:13 08/30/02 Fri
Cat gaped at the centaur, he knew very little of their kind, save the stories told to him by his kin, whilst they lived. He thought of this for a moment. The centaurs were believed to be linked to nature itself and they were led always by one seemingly birthed from the moon itself, though how this was possible Cat did not know, or even try to comprehend.
Lunitai smiled at Seriema Hentalon, ye' wish to seek? I know the place and have traveled there many a'time. Tommorow, whenst evil sleeps I shall speak of it, but until then I shall speak naught.
The centaur deftly walked throught the creek towardst Tamahome, her body bathed within the light. She looked even more stunning then, her color silver and white in the same instant.
Cloven hooves took her silently towards the mercenary and she spoke gently to him, a tender hand 'pon his shoulder Something ails thee, and I sense this troubling is causing you much pains. Do not fret, young one, this be a safe sanctum, no shadow can follow thee, and if I am only certain about one thing, this be it.
Gentle eyes turn to Elessar whom unconciouslly bared his teeth. She did not leave Tamahome, nor take the comforting hand from his shoulder. Elessar, child of the Agloa, I sense conflict within your mind.
This was all she said to him, and then she gestured for Cat to come near.
The Enchanter slowly walked forward, eyes locked with the beautiful creature's lost of pain and fear. Lunitai took his hand within hers and spoke softly Chrestomanci, the son of the elven Rekai and the demon Stalker, the Chosen One.
She smiled and looked towards the moon Rest easy, weary travelers, for my sanctum is yours. She first released Cat's hand then took her hand from Tamahome's shoulder. She walked to the creek and again spoke These waters are sacred of her Lady, Goddess, the Moon, I grant you the gift to drink from it. Your troubles shall cease, and you will not be plagued by inner demons tonight.
Ethren sneered, "Ralen, I thank you for this information, but I have a task for you." He folded his arms over his chest, "Seek out the Chosen One and his comrades. Earn their trust again and I bid you bring them to me. Do not harm them, just do as I ask. If you can do no more, bring me the Chosen One."
He turned to Rowan, "My Seer, you have dissapointed me. Gaurds!"
Two goblins, vile creatures, garnished in armor trudged in. Ethren waved a nonchalant hand at Rowan, "Take her to her quarters, make sure she stays there or I'll have your heads."
They took Rowan's arms and the Seer ried for Ethren to grant her mercy, for she knew he would add to her punishment. And he did, "Don't be gentle," he added.
The Gaurds jerked the Seer from the room and Ethren turned back to Ralen, "Go now, Agloa, speak naught of our meeting."
Meanwhile, the Gaurds dragged Rowan into a well garnished yet drear room. They threw her to the ground and closed the door behind them. She ran toward them and one grasped her arm and twisted it harshly behind her back, "Nash a Gooood Girlie, nash," he slurred in gutural common.
The second took Rowan's chin and made the Seer look upon him, "What's dyo ye' see? Iss m'face as perty as Lyord Ethren's?"
Rowan blanched, for the goblin was a mortal creature and they looked much more vile dead then they did now. He smirked, "Wouldcha kisses me, missus, wouldcha kisses me like youz kisses Ethren?"
Rowan was helpless against them, she felt Ethren's hands suffocating her magical abilities making teleportation immpossible.
"Damn you," she murmered in her usual arrogance, kicking him in the abdomen. In effect, the second whom held her hit her in the neck with his elbow.
Sparks came before her eyes as she hit the floor and she blacked out.
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