The Plight of Ostentero

[jesusfreak10537]

Aneirin managed to jam her paper in her satchel, and after that she really couldn;t do anything else. She did set out a dark riding skirt and shirt, adding a black cloak to the pile. She could not change now, because of the stupid ceremony she had to attend tonight. The High Priestess was smart, after all. Now Aneirin figured she would have to plead a bout of sickness, then run back to her room and shimmy down the huge walnut tree that was outside her terrace.

Now doubts began to assail the girl as she sat and twiddled her thumbs. What if Mathonwy had done something wrong, and the Priestess had a right to kill him? Was she really going to to throw away all her training, all the things she had planned for and waited for her whole life? She sighed deeply and fell back onto her bed. She would be surprised if she didn't lose her mind during the long wait for night.

 

[Paladin Dave]

Vili did not go to one of the rooms. Instead, he laid back against the door to Mathonwy's room and made it his resting place. He would be the ever vigilant last line of defense for the young man. He had no idea how important it was for him to stay awake. Not only would the assassins have a chance of reaching Mathonwy, but unbeknowest to him, he could very well devour his own charge in the middle of the night.

((Hey CC, would tonight be the time to inform Vili/Ulf of the curse? It seems most oppurtune to me, mostly because a werewolf would be most helpful in fighting the assassins...))

 

[shernren]

((Talullah?? Who's that? An assassin? pls link to character page.))

 

[CheshireCat]

(ooc: some clarifications-

welcome talullah!!! glad to have you on this rpg ^^! for those wanting to know who she is, she's a faerie, age twenty one, with "ginger" hair, as she put it, is six inches tall, and has the ability to regenerate plants

alright, for expediency, I will presume that you are all asleep, aside from Vili, who has decided to stand awake outside my room

on that matter, after my post this afternoon -or at lunch, if i get time- i will have spoken to you all in your dreams, with the exception of vili; after speaking with the rest of the party, you will all experience a short bout of deep slumber, and then wake up as a result of dream merging with a mystic of the water then i will inform vili of his *position* and give him the option of which form to assume

see you guys then )

 

[Lessien]

After entering one of the rooms in the garden, Zalika sat on the bed a minute to look around. Then she quite literally dropped off to sleep.

 

[jesusfreak10537]

With thousands of tumbled thoughts whirling in her head, Aneirin sighed and wrapped her arms around her pillow. Since she wasn't going to sleep tonight, she figured she might as well rest while she could. Yawning, she finally fell asleep.

 

[Soldier_For_Christ]

Tenkana stared into his window for a while. Ever since his fathers could remember, Ostentero had been plagued by disease, war, and hunger. Although it was the perfect world for an adventurer, he always a deep desire (almost so deep he didn't realize) that Ostentero would return to the glory that befell his ancestors, the glory that gave birth to the buildings that were now but ruins, shadows of their former glory. Finally, after about an hour of pondering this, he fell onto his bed and fell asleep quickly.

 

[shernren]

((is talullah for or against us?))

And now we are waiting. Kuillia penned the last few words on the parchment on the ground. There, he thought, a good record of our journeys so far. With that he closed his eyes, wings drawn tight to his body, and slept.

 

[CheshireCat]

(ooc: ok this is no excuse for not posting yesterday but here's the sad sad story- i have an ap english final, comprised of six essays, due friday- and i have three more to do- gasp- anywho, i apologise for not posting yesterday and for the inconvenience of hearing me whine I shall post this afternoon)

 

[CheshireCat]

(talullah is for us)

Mathonwy gently shut his eyes and soon all feeling, all consciousness ebbed away to the banks by the stream of brilliantly glowing azure spring which welled up from the realms of the spirit world, of Fae, from which his ancestors draw their power, under the verdant blossoming branches of the great willow tree, softly blowing in an unfelt breeze.

"Mathonwy. Mathonwy. Are you with me?"

"Yes sir, I can hear you."

"There is little time my child; you are still aware of the dangers which I have shown you?"

"I am, sir."

"They are three: the tail, the claw, and the hooves of the Darkling himself. Beware the snares of the tail- he is wicke and cunning and will not hesitate to tangle your spirit in lies. Beware the claw, for a rending cut from him can draw as blood your power from your veins. Beware the hooves, for they are the power of the dark, and beneath them many have fallen, trampled into oblivion, and nonexistence."

"Thank you for your council."

"Is your servant ready?"

"I have only to release her from her pool, sir."

"Did the others arrive and agree to aid you?"

"They did, sir. Their hearts are compassionate though their minds doubt."

"Then all is good."

"Yes, all is good."

"One thing more, Mathonwy, before you return to the world- in the body of the man who stands outside your door wrests the ancient spirit of primal rage. He may prove to be a strong ally against the tail, for in that rage, no reason can reatch him, no form of persuasion lead him astray from his quary."

"But sir, should I not try to relieve him of this burden?"

"Give him the choice."

"I do not understand."

"Offer him the ability to aim that rage, to specify his quarry, and to control that transformation."

"But sir, I have not yet the power to do such a feat."

"But I do. You may need this in the looming battle, Mathonwy. Concentrate your energies, expend the amount which you feel you can spare, and you shall do well, my son."

With those last words, Mathonwy felt his forehead gently touched, brushing softly away the strands of white hair. A blue starlike light shown on his forhead and before his eyes, and Mathonwy felt a new ability added to his collective consciousness. He lifted his head, now totally engulfed in the light, and-

his eyes opened.

His head turned to the door where he felt a familiar presence. "Vili..."

He opened the door to the outside and gazed intensly at his friend.

 

[Paladin Dave]

Vili sat by Mathonwy's door, whistling happily to try and stay awake. "Oh, I am sorry, did I wake you up, good sir?" he asked as he looked up at Mathonwy. "Is everything ok? You look like you had a nightmare or something..."

 

[CheshireCat]

"Well, it's not that," Mathonwy smiled faintly, discerningly. "Vili, have you ever wandered about what happens in the night, when you're not awake, i mean. Have you ever considered the reason for the infentesimal number of escapes the werewolf has had from your sight? ...I suppose the key question is, Have you seen the werewolf since the attack on your village?"

 

[Paladin Dave]

Vili scratched his beard and shook his head no. "No... actually, I never saw this beast. Everyone around me has, but I have not. I always manage to sleep through the attacks. Why do you think that is? Do you have answers for how I might kill it?" he asked eagerly. At last, his quest might actually be complete! He could finally slay the werewolf, return to Ordki and his home in Steinthor Village, become a druid, get married, have a bunch of kids, and invent a new musical instrument!

 

[CheshireCat]

(ROFL!!!- *tries to get serious* )

"I might have the answer to your questions. But I will not reveal it to you yet, if you feel you are not in any way open to the truth- even if it is the worst possible truth you could imagine. Though I can help with any suffering you may encounter by this revelation, I cannot absorb any severe scar from your psyche in one night. Also, I wish you to be fully alert to your surroundings so as to defend yourself when the assassins come. And know that there is no shame in telling me of any hesitation in your heart.

Thus I ask you, Vili, son of Steinthor, are you fully ready to receive the truth?"

 

[Paladin Dave]

Vili bowed his head in deep thought. This could be bad... it would be bad, especially if Mathonwy was making such a big deal out of this. But by Blodik the Spirit Wolf, he would destroy that Werewolf. For almost killing his mother, best friend, and uncle, for devouring the livestock of the poor, for stalking the innocent... the werewold would die. "I am. I have no other choice. Tell me now, good sir."

 

[CheshireCat]

Mathonwy sensed the confidence in Vili's spirit, and, though he could not tell exactly how he would react to the truth, our of respect, softly said, "Vili, the werewolf resides within you, and emerges at night, when the moon is full. That is why you could never find him- you were seeking in every place but within your own body."

 

[jesusfreak10537]

((...I can practically hear the pealing thunder and a thunderous drumroll...))

 

[Lessien]

((.....and the shocked gasps....and the manical laughter from the crazy guy.....dun dun DUN...))

 

[Soldier_For_Christ]

(D, I know!))

 

[Paladin Dave]

".... What do you mean?" Vili asked, perplexed and distraught. "That werewolf only attacked 3 years ago, it could not have been within me. I read in that lorekeep's book that the only way to become one was to use Lycanthropy or the Slumber of Fen...." he froze. His mouth hung open in horror and his eyes grew wide with fear. He stood up and stumbled backwards as his eyes teared up. "I...I-I was the wolf... No..n-no no no!" he whimpered. "It can't be me! I would never do that... I would nev-never..." he broke down and began sobbing without restraint. He got up on his knees and burried his face in his hands. He had done all of the horrible crimes that he swore that the werewolf would die for. And the whole time, it had been him. His curiousity had almost killed his loved ones, and harmed many innocent people he had never met. He must have accidentally cast the spell on himself! He DID have magical ability! But there was only one way to undo the spell. He kept a root in his pack that put him to sleep, for when he was trying to sleep during the daytime and hunt the wolf at night. "Tell the wolf what you have told me, and do not let him kill you. It is the only way." Vili said sadly as he tore a piece of the root off and chewed it. He was asleep in moments, and clothing began molding and morphing into fur. His body grew, changing, elongating, becoming more wolf-like. Soon his eyes opened, completely black, save a white slit in the middle, the beast's pupil.

Ulf stood to his full terrifying height and let out a howl that could strike fear into the hearts of the bravest of men. He glared down at Mathonwy, his open, salivating mouth showing off his sharp teeth. "Grrr.... human.... what is HE doing here?! What am I doing here?! Hrrmmmm..... hungry....."