The Plight of Ostentero

(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 )

(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)

(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.

"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?"

(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?"

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."