Tales of Brightvale

Txeagle · #21 6th October 2006, 08:10 PM

*Delon realizes that he is no longer safe if he hides he steps out of the bush and stands behind Cayiro. He spoke in a calm voice as not to startle.* "Hello friends. My names Delon Lamust. I travel all over the world and I just happened to over here your conversation. I also realized that you." He nods his head toward Cayiro. "Knew I was here. If you had found me I would have been striked dead. At least since you are running away of course.

AnaSnow · #22 7th October 2006, 01:13 PM

As Blaire approached an area filled with trees and bushes, she noticed a small figure ahead. She pulled back on Flyer's reigns and slowed down. When she was a few yards away from what she now believed to be an elf, she dismounted her saddle and began slowly creeping up. As she drew nearer, she began to hear voices. Blaire recognized the strange language. It was that of the elves. The elf she was attempting to capture had now moved from his hiding place. Blaire now followed him with her eyes. She pulled back a branch and couldn't believe who stood before her. It was Ellendryle!

Txeagle · #23 7th October 2006, 04:33 PM

*Delon hears a branch snap and looks around quickly. He doesn't see any one and decides to tell the people infront of him.* I hear someone near us we need to leave. Now!

Ellendryle of Sunrising · #24 7th October 2006, 08:01 PM

*With a startled glance behind her, Ellendryle nods quickly deciding that whomever the stranger is he at least seems to wish them no harm. * "This way- quickly- Cayiro come on.! " *Takes off of the main trail, grabbing at the largest pack and leaving the smaller behind, she darts thru the brush to the east where the brush covered ruins lie, a half league or so away..* ~Can't risk Cayiro or the stranger being hurt.. only chance is the ruins.~ *the ground is higher and she takes every advantage of the thick brush to try and hide her trail. Hopefully anyone riding a horse would find it harder going then she was*

AnaSnow · #25 7th October 2006, 09:11 PM

Ellendryle and her friends were more mobile than Blaire, for they were smaller. Blaire knew she should call for help, but her pride was too great. She wanted to capture Ellendryle on her own. Blaire quickly hopped on to Flyer and started him up to a gallop. She tried to follow the elves, but the terrain was getting much too difficult for Flyer. She tied him up to the nearest tree. "Stay here, boy. I'll return shortly." Blaire gave him one last stroke and set off after her prey on foot.

CayiroRedemption · #26 8th October 2006, 01:38 AM

(sorry for the delay guys... as Ellen well knows, I hold strange hours for being online... So I'll be catching up on multiple posts at once. Just insert the various paragraphs where they would mentally go, and forgive the tendancy to rant. As for what Cayiro is, she isn't an elf, but we'll leave what she really is to the context clues. Ellen knows,

but the rest of you will find out soon enough.)

*Cayiro nearly jumps out of her skin as Delon steps out, one hand flying to her chest, the other moving to tuck her cloak around her body as if to block Delon's view of something. She shakes her head slightly, speaking in words so soft that they will not carry on the wind.* "By all things Holy, child," *She adresses Delon in a thickly accented, almost melodic voice* "Ye should be careful to nae scare the life from a lady. I could well have--"

*She, too, is cut off by the sound of a branch snapping elsewhere in the woods. Her words stop cold, eyes darting about, dancing across the landscape. Delon's outburst does well to give away their exact location, and as such, Cayiro makes a mental note to chew him out for it later.

As Ellendryle reacts, grabbing the larger pack and hauling herself into the thick underbrush, leading the way, Cayiro is quick to step out of the sandals that fasten only across her toes, grab both her shoes and the smaller, forgotten pack that was left by her feet and rush after Ellen and Delon through the dense underbrush.

If Blaire were close enough in this moment, she would perhaps get a glimpse of Cayiro's ears, enough to tell that, although the woman speaks the elvish tongue, she is by no means of elvish descent, and perhaps catch a hint of a blue that clashes with Cayiro's dress as the cloak flutters out behind her while she runs.

She keeps pace easily, moving with a decent speed and almost unearthly silence across the centuries of undisturbed fallen leaves, managing to leap mostly across the occassional briar patch that blocks their way, not bad for a woman who is now operating barefoot across the forest floor.

She is a ways behind the other two now, and far enough ahead of Blaire that she is out of sight, as the dismount and subsequent tying of the horse would have slowed her hunt, but Cayiro, a small woman of only five feet even, knows well what she is doing. Having spent a good deal of her life running from those who would persecute her based on what she was born, Cayiro knows the skills of the scout well. As such, she pauses every now and again, long enough to break a branch of a bush in the wrong direction, hoping to throw their pursuer off their path before continuing after Ellendryle and Delon, deeper into the woods.*

Txeagle · #27 8th October 2006, 04:29 PM

*Delon follows Ellendryle through the forest and wanders were they are going. Since he has never been here before it is all diffrent to him.* Okay so where are we going? We also need to slow down for your friend. Just a suggestion. *Delon keeps running waiting for something for her to respond. I have a feeling this is going to a adventure I will never forget.*

Ellendryle of Sunrising · #28 9th October 2006, 10:35 PM

*Ellendryle slips and falls to her knees, then quickly regaining her footing, deciding to slow down a bit. Catching a glimpse of Delon, she motions him closer, her voice showing the exertion of the mad flight*

"Ruins -- over that way.. only chance to hide" *points to the northeast , where the hills become steeper and the trail harder to follow. * "Circle around and leave .. trail to follow -- they willnae know which one is the right one.." *Ellendryle hopes that the stranger will heed her advice as she goes left, scuffing up a plain trail for any following to see. Hopefully if there are more then one following they will have to split up to follow the two trails. As the half elf moves away, she wonders how Cayiro fares, but she knows her friend is quite skilled in both the aspects of the hunt and chase. Whispering to herself* "Please be safe, m'friend.. please"

*As she shifts the pack to her other shoulder, a small cloth wrapped packet of herbs falls out, unheeded rolling underneath the large thorny brambles nearby*

Txeagle · #29 10th October 2006, 10:27 AM

*Delon still running behind Ellendryle lisstens to her and takes in the information of what she was saying.* Okay then lets take this up a noch. *Delon keeps on running and then trips and falls. He looks around and sees whatever it is in the brambles. He stuck his hand in there and picked it up. He got back up and kept running trying to cach up with the stranger but with no avail.*

CayiroRedemption · #30 10th October 2006, 01:08 PM

*A ways behind them, Cayiro continues to make her way frantically through the forest, doing her best to throw Blaire off their trail. Cayiro can still see vaguely where the two ahead of her are rushing off to, and once the ruins come into sight, she knows that they will be their destination.

She continues to run, managing more or less to stay on her feet. A wild leap over a bramble bush ends up snagging the cloak from her back, ripping the clasp and jerking it free of her body. Cayiro comes to a dead halt in her tracks, spinning about and moving to free her cloak from the brambles frantically. In the meantime, while she stands there, exposed, any close enough to her would get a full view of the blue wings that are tucked to her back, what she's been hiding with the cloak all along.

Finally, freeing the garment and pulling it back around her shoulders, Cayiro turns and runs toward the ruins once more*