Highlander Castle, architectural RPG
|
|
oldraven |
Posted: 17-Feb-2004, 11:14 PM
|
The Protector of the Unknown
Group: Scotland
Posts: 3,316
Joined: 20-Oct-2003
Zodiac: Hazel
Realm: Guysborough Co., Nova Scotia
|
((Labban))
He ran for a while before he reached the bottom of the mount. There was a path cut in the rock leading to an opening. No grasses or bushes grew on the mountain side, as the sun would never reach this north face. He sat to catch his breath and reached into his tattered tunic for an item. He pulled out her gift.
* * * * * Why have we held back? We'll be reaching the cave soon, and I'd like to be with the group when we get there. He was concerned for his friends. Something didn't feel well with the chill breeze. The sky became overcast quite quickly, and the thicket that had seemed so bright a moment ago was falling under darkness.
I have something for you, Labban. I've been working on it for a while now. She opened her pack and brought forth a new tunic, made from a golden tanned leather and stitched in red. You've been in need of one for some time now, and I wanted to repay you for making me welcome with your friends. Her smile was genuine, and he knew she truly was happy.
Labban took the gift and held it out before him to see it in what little light was available. It really was well made, and he could see she had worked hard on it. Esspecialy knowing how short of a time she had to make it. It's amazing. Thank you Celeste. He bundled it up and stuffed it into his tunic.
You're not going to wear it? She seemed upset, but was trying not to show it.
I've got the feeling that messy times are ahead. I wouldn't be much farther ahead if I were to ruin this one too.
But, I would have liked to have seen it.
You'll see it soon. Don't worry. He smiled, and she forced one herself. Labban watched as the joy of the moment slipped away.
And I have a gift for you, lady. He pulled his lyre about and quickly checked its tune. I haven't had any time to make you something you can hold, so this will have to do. He recalled the air he had played that day in the wood. As he began to pluck the strings in such a way, the tune found his fingers as though he'd played it a thousand times. As he hummed along he hoped the air would have the same effect as before. His questions were answered soon after.
There was the sound of a lark. And then two. And then a sparrow, and a swallow. The choir had found him again, and sang along in beautiful unison. Celeste was smiling, even if it was only the slightest of smiles. He wanted to see her shine. An urge came upon him to change the tune, ever so slightly. A different run here, a new chord there, and before long the birds had left their perch and were circling about them, continuing to sing. She gasped as a sparrow landed on her shoulder. She outstretched her arms and a douzen or more landed. She was beaming.
He stopped humming, just for a moment, but the birds stayed put and kept on. Labban stepped forward and kissed the smiling beauty, ever so lightly and ever so sweetly. They parted and after a moment the choir lifted and went on with their daily matters. She wore a tear, but wasn't weeping.
The two walked back to the road and began their quickened pace to catch the group.
Then came the horn, and all the joy was gone. * * * * *
Labban shook himself and stood up straight again. He looked this way and that, unaware of what he was looking at, or why he was there. He looked at the tunic, which was now stained with blood; human and orc alike. After a moment his mind cleared and he turned to the path to begin the climb.
I brought her. It WAS my fault.
--------------------
Caw "I am a Canadian by birth, but I am a Highlander by blood and feel under an obligation to do all I can for the sake of the Highlanders and their literature.... I have never yet spoken a word of English to any of my children. They can speak as much English as they like to others, but when they talk to me they have to talk in Gaelic." -Alexander Maclean Sinclair of Goshen (protector of Gaelic Culture) We need more Stan Rogers. jams
|
|
|
Highlander |
Posted: 18-Feb-2004, 11:17 PM
|
Braveheart Member
Group: Celtic Nation
Posts: 132
Joined: 16-Feb-2003
Zodiac: Hazel
Realm: New York, USA
|
Highlander felt good, the thrill of battle awoke old feelings that brought back memories of a different life, a good life, a life long forgotten, with memories long buried, but once again life was good. His friends where alive, both in body and soul, and most importantly the traitor among them was now know, and from the looks of the two that just left, she would not be a live traitor much longer... With that thought the Highlander smiled and laid down in the grass to rest...
--------------------
Highlander, 2004
"Fortune favors the Daring" Neither draw me without cause, nor return me without honour Clan MacKinnon
|
|
|
Angel Whitefang (Rider) |
Posted: 22-Feb-2004, 11:07 PM
|
Peasant
Group: Celtic Nation
Posts: 0
Joined: 05-Nov-2003
Zodiac: Rowan
Realm: Portland, Oregon
|
upon waking I find myself inside a strang tent, looking around I notice the healers Bottles of potions and salves. smiling softly I grab the fur and pull it over my head. It is night and no one is awake, or so I think until Josie, Mac & Highlander walk in trying to whisper.
"I'll not wake her yet, her body is healing and she needs the rest." Josie says sternly
"But Lass, Labban has taken off and if anyone can find him she can, do ye not see how import....."stammers Highlander "SHHHHH" Mac tries to hush them down. "I'LL NOT WAKE HER!" Josie replies louder then she intended to.
Turning overand uncovering my head I sit up on one arm and look at the 3.
"No need to wake the dead, I am already awake, Now what is this you have said about Labban?"
|
|
|
oldraven |
Posted: 13-Mar-2004, 07:02 PM
|
The Protector of the Unknown
Group: Scotland
Posts: 3,316
Joined: 20-Oct-2003
Zodiac: Hazel
Realm: Guysborough Co., Nova Scotia
|
((Labban))
Just as he turned and started his climb once again, he caught a glimpse of something odd just off the path. The air shimmered, you might say. Then he was just there, looking sort of miffed.
Raawin? The little man had his arms crossed, and a scowl on his face. He was not here for a cup of tea.
And where de ye think yer going? Of to yer death, that's where.
I'm just trying to right my own wrong.
Bah! Don't be so foolish. Humans. More stuborn than a rock, and just as easy to talk to. He obviously had a problem with this course of action. Pride will be the end of ye. Where is master Aaediwen?
Labban was quite taken aback. Only a moment ago, he had a task, and he was firm in his belief that it was the right thing to do. Now he was being scolded by a small, if only in stature, woodland man for being hasty. He's back down the path a ways, with the rest of those I once called friends. Now I don't know who I am to them.
Pish, posh. Don't be so melodramatic. What, ye had a spat? Not really the end of the world, ye know. They'll get over it, and you'll be walking side by side soon enough.
Raawin was right. Things would blow over. No one was harmed beyond repair, and they knew he had no intention of causing harm. He spoke again before Labban had a chance to answer. So, have you recorded the events you?ve played part to?
Labban flashed back to the day the dragon got him. All I ask is that you remember what you see, what you hear, what you feel. And be sure that others remember it. You say you are a librarian. Then keep the records. Make others understand the true ways of the world.
Well, to tell you the truth, I haven?t had time to take up the pen since this whole thing started. But someone has been keeping records. Aaediwen himself. He felt the need to do it, but I never told him of your request.
Odd. Strange. ????????. It?ll come to me. The little fellow shook himself, straightened up, and cleared his throat. Back to matters at hand. You?re to stay put. They?ll be catching up soon, and you?ll do this together, as it was planned.
Thank you Raawin. He didn?t feel the need to pick the woodman up again. He didn?t feel the same now as he had before. Many things had changed in him that day. Thank you.
With that Raawin shimmered away; back to the realm Labban could never see again.
|
|
|
0 User(s) are reading this topic (0 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:
Track this topic
Receive email notification when a reply has been made to this topic and you are not active on the board.
Subscribe to this forum
Receive email notification when a new topic is posted in this forum and you are not active on the board.
Download / Print this Topic
Download this topic in different formats or view a printer friendly version.
|