Seed of Light

[ziglerrobertson]

"Hmmmm," the dwarf begins to think, "I'd be having a few problems with that if'n I'd be losin' control over me own self." The Bard strokes his beard as he talks. "but if'n ye can guarantee my dominion over my own body.....I'd be fer it laddie. Yes indeed, I would be for an action like that."

[Cathán Neamhnaofa]

"That my friend is between you and the demon I have in store for you, but I have something that will give you power over him. Just never take it off or lose it, because you will lose control and your soul will be eaten." Cathán pulls out a silver ring with polished obsidian stones in it and hands it to Zigler. "This is to control Berith, the demon that will be in you. He is powerful so be very careful with this ring."

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa mediated on her words for a moment. He could sense the great wisdom in her words. Gaining knowledge on what this threat is might be the only way to be able to defend Mittelmarch. Too much was left in the shadows. It was time for him to go shed some light on this matter.

"Thank you for your words of wisdom, but this is where our paths
depart for the time being. I wish to make one request of you before you leave. You know my name. May I have yours, so I can address you in a proper and honorable way."

[ziglerrobertson]

Zigler places the ring on the middle finger of his left hand, then looks up at Cathan. "Alright laddie. Lets be about it." It's been a long and winding road I've had to travel since leaving the Lands of Dugald, after killing the bastard myself, but if this power helps me to defend those I now love and improve their lives.......With a quick nod the dwarf sticks out his arm and stares off, hard, into the snow covered trees.

[Cathán Neamhnaofa]

Cathán saw the same look in Zigler's eyes that he has for protecting the ones he cares bout. With that Cathán grabs Zigler's arm and teleports them up into the mountains.

They are in what looks to be a cave overlooking Mittelmarch, but on further detail there are books, scrolls, and a table with a bunch of implements on it. "I will need help from someone to do this and we just need to wait for him. It shouldn't be to long before he gets here."

[Lady Elestirne]

Elestirne looked at Tsukasa. Her face showed no change of emotion but inwardly she was surprised. The directiveness of mortals always and ever seemed to surprise her, no matter how used to it she might think herself. She had not been prepared,after telling the mortal this was not the time for a casual conversation, to have him request his name. If she had been expecting any question from him it might have been: "What are you?" Authnor and the rest of her elves milled shifted uneasily at the question. Soft murmurs in elven, told her that her escort felt tis to be a bold and daring question on the mortal's behalf, and one that almost was unnecesary to answer, given their haste.. Authnor,picking up on her surprise began to answer indignantly;assuming wrongly that she had been offended by the question,and she silenced him in mid-protest with a look and slightly raised eyebrow.

In reality, she was only slightly intrigued. He knows of Nichtmar's 'illness' and the dead rising, yet he does not know the name of the one who was sent to for aid and is said to be Nichtmar's only and best hope..this is interesting indeed. He must be very new to the land, to not have heard even a bare mention of me before.. I really do not have the time for this..but I will answer him, for he asks courteously,and he did give me his name.. It is only fair.

Taking advantage of her reflection,Authnor spoke, or started to;his voice holding a tint of incredulity. "We are on a errand of pressing urgency and you see fit to ask for names..? I-"

"Authnor." Elestirne's tone was soft, but warning. He caught it, and subsided, though his emerald eyes glinted. Mornaur sidled beneath him. Once she was sure, he would not interrupt, she spoke. Her voice was gentle, yet firm and she gathered up the reins even as she spoke. "If you must have a name to call me by before you will allow us on our way, then know me as the Lady Elestirne, friend to Mittelmarch, called 'Starbrow' by my people; known to this land as a great friend, valiant warrior and unsurpassed healer." Her hand tightened on the reins,and Olore stamped the ground and snorted. "If you do not know of me and who I am, you likely shall before all is over. My name is known in Mittelmarch, should you come there. May the stars shine for you and light your paths stranger, and it may chance that our paths cross again."

Catching on the urgency and anxiety of their riders, the elf-horses tossed their heads and stamped the ground;a few of them whinnying and straining at the bits in their eagerness to be off. Olore cavaled;tossing his mane with a snort of impatience;his gaze still on Tsukasa,but ears pointed towards the city. Enough of this..time we be off! Elestirne soothed him with a pat to his neck and murmured word and, holding Tsukasa's gaze with her brilliant silver eyes,offered him the faintest dip of her head that may have either been a gesture of respect or aknowledgement.

[Tsukasa]

"Thank you Lady Elestirne. May your path be free of troubles, and I look forward to the day that our paths are destined to cross once again." Tsukasa then bowed lowly before Lady Elestirne in show of respect.

After they left, Tsukasa headed back to his campsite. Thoughts of what Lady Elestirne has told him traveled through his mind.

The bandit leader could wait. The undead and this strange illness is of higher concern. I shall return to Mittelmarch and try to gather more information on this matter.

After about half hour of hiking at double time, he made it back to his camp. He packed the remainder of his stuff and started to march at double his normal pace back to Mittelmarch.

First off, I will go and see if Nichtmar is well enough to talk. I need to find out as much as possible about what caused his sickness. Then I will ask the citizens of Mittelmarch if they have any information about the raising of the dead. I need to find out when and where it was first noticed. I have a feeling if I can find that out, I can find out the source of the problem.

After a few hours, Tsukasa made it back to Mittelmarch. He headed straight for the healer's station.

[Wulf]

A few hours after getting lost from leaving the cemetery, Wulf finally stumbled into what seemed to be a decently thick forest, as he didnt really know this new land yet, though he intended on doing it the hard way.

A decent look around finally found what he was looking for, a road that looked like it had been used alot. If he followed this road , he would have to run into a town or another being eventually that he could possibly communicate with. After getting onto the road he started walking, not sure of which way to go.

[telemachus]

Somewhere in the Iron Mountains, a room carved out of one of the higher peeks…

Cathan hears the familiar sound of large wings flapping through the wind. Something between a man, a wolf and a Dragon lands and transforms into the figure of a man.


A dark voice from the man, “Ah, your first disciple, Cathan.”

He sizes Zigler up. Looking to Cathan, “A dwarf, are you sure?”

Cathan nods.

“Fine!”


The wind picks up all around them. Telamon lifts his hand towards Zigler and the dwarf feels an invisible grip on all his limbs and slams him to the wall.


“The Gate!” The demon wizard orders Cathan.


Cathan tosses the gate in the air. It hovers and starts spinning. A vortex opens up and then something starts coming through. A demon soldier known as Berith wearing red armor stumbles through the gate.

The demon sees Cathan and then Telamon. “You, it’s you who have been disrupting the balance. We don’t belong here!”


Telamon orders Cathan, “Finish it, Kill him!!!”

[Sir Nichtmar]

Nichtmar lay unconscious in the Healing Center. The bald old head doctor looks him over.

Talking to the young elf there, “The taint nearly has him…” The dark veins that have stretched from the scratch on his hand, up his arm and across his face and chest.

“When his skin starts to go pale that means he will turn soon. Then I’ll have to cut off his head. Poor chap…”


He looks to the elf. “See he will become an undead by then and he’ll get up and try to kill us all and we just can’t have that.”

[Giggles "Adguin"]

The orcs that were left for dead by Lady Elestirne's protectors and here were being picked at by a murder of undead crows.
After taking a few blood soak bites the corpses began to sink into the earth, on their way to Giggles.
All but one was left and a Undead raven flew down to it. It dug itself into it's belly and worked it's way into it's heart. The Orc came into unlife and took off towards Mittelmarch.

Head to Mittelmarch...Go to the Healing station......Make sure the ogre turns and then bring him to me!!!!!

The Orc headed out to MM disguised as a simple mercenary. He makes it shortly after Tsukasa arrives.

[Cathán Neamhnaofa]

With Berith concentrated on Telemon, Cathán lunges with deadly speed towards him, Dagger in hand. Before Berith could defend himself, the dagger makes it's mark right where the heart would be as Cathán uses his other dagger and slashes his throat open.

Black blood gushing out from both wounds, Berith drops to his knees as his last breaths come out painfully. Cathán feels some more power grow in him as he knows he just killed another lord of hell.

Cathán watches as Berith's power comes out of his mouth like glowing black smoke and into Zigler, who is still held against the wall by an invisible force.

"Ah it is done. This is just the beginning you know Telemon. There will be many more from a different land that I will bring to you. My force will grow and my unit will return like no other."

With that Cathán waits for Telemon to let Zigler go and for Zigler to take control of his new powers.

[ziglerrobertson]

Reality crumbled around Zigler and was replaced with the burning fires of Hell. His face becomes a mask of pain and a silent scream bursts from between his lips.

Berith's powers stretched far and wide, the laws of sanity were nothing more than abstract notions that had no place there.
And into the heart of the storm plunged Zigler.
He was greeted rudely.
The assault came from everywhere and everywhen. Zigler was forced through barriers that lesser mortals could never attain, and wiser ones knew better than to cross.
Zigler did not know where to look first, so he looked everywhere now and everywhere when and at all the little cracks and gaps in between the signified nothing and yet everything. The assault continued and poured in to his being, through his pores, his nose his every orifice, his mind his soul was filled with the ever present and ever-being powers that had been Baal Berith's.

"You know you want it all, to feel it all, to experience it all, to love it all," said a voice, "well that's great that's terrific that wonderful that's amazing and hows the weather out there oh it's storming well that's alright its storming in here too."

And Zigler left and Zigler returned and he was never born never thought of never seen never heard and then he was seen heard born thought of and even loved but not by any mortal woman but by the powers of a Demon Lord.

"So here's the deal," the voice says, "where were we, oh yes we were everywhere and everywhere all at once and not at all." And there was laughter, laughter all around and perhaps it was coming from Zigler or perhaps it was coming from the voice or perhaps it was coming from the very fabric of reality as it was rent asunder and then poorly stitched back together, as if by a seamstress with a terminal case of sobriety.

"So here's the deal," returns the voice, " and its a real fluid deal at that because look around you at this vast weak land you can rule it we can rule it and nothing will stand in our way. Strong men will weep at our coming and young maidens will hide in fear of our loins while their mother beg for us to take them instead and what do you say what do you say does this appeal to you. Would you like to rule all men with but a slip of the tongue or maybe you would like to buy them with all the easily made gold we could make. Or maybe you just want to rip this world apart like tissue paper and then sew it back together with something stronger huh huh huh huh?

And suddenly the voice was no longer around him no longer surrounding him but in him coming from his own lips his own voice and Zigler just could not take it he would not take he will not take I will not take it!

"I WILL NOT TAKE IT!" shouts the besieged soul of Zigler. The obsidian stones in the ring given to him by Cathan glow an unnatural purple light. "You will do what I say, not what you want or what you will. But you will forever be mine and I will never be yours!"

"Now. Give me your power!"

The flames surrounding Zigler rush into his open mouth as the powers of Baal Berith, a great duke of hell governing 26 legions, called Bolfri by necromancers, and worshiped by the Sichemites, were crammed into the vessel known as Zigler Robertson, Slayer of the Lord Dugald and lover of a woman named Angelina. As the flames disappear the mask of pain on Zigler faces eases and the room is filled with his laughter as both Telamon and Cathan watch the death throws of Berith, and the birth throws of Zigler Robertson Demon Dwarf of Mittelmarch, Murder of the Lord Dugald and once lover of Angelina. Though a small part of him, deep within his tainted soul knows that the Lady in question would never condone nor come near him now.

[telemachus]

OOC: Well written Zig!

IC:


Telamon smiles at the site of the destruction of a man and the birth of a demon, but his smile isn’t seen behind his mask. He remembers when the power of Amon was poured into him. The rebirth, the pain, the truth of it all, and the power that brimmed in him…


Telamon speaks, but not with his mouth but with his mind, that only Cathan and Berith can hear.

“Berith, this is how we speak without being heard.”

Telamon gives Berith a hand up.

“Welcome to a new life.”

As Beroth rose Telamon looked to Cathan.

"What is your plan now?"

[Lady Elestirne]

After Tsukasa had bowed to her, Elestirne gave Olore an invisible signal. The silver stallion half-reared and burst into a swift canter. Authnor's Mornaur launched himself in his lord's wake without his owner's signal, and the other elven horses were only a second behind. Barely two hours later they were approaching the city gates and sweeping in, slowing to a trot as they did so; Olore at their head with Mornaur at his flank and the rest behind him. Soon after, she ordered them to a halt and dismount outside a familiar inn. As she herself dismounted, she ordered the escort to stay there,while she and Olore started out for the healing center. As Authnor started to protest she informed him that, if he really felt he needed to acompany her in a place she was known and welcome he could, but she was not waiting for him.

Within minutes, she and Olore had reached the healer's center and swept in. Immedietally, the elven-queen picked out Nichtmar's bulky form and made for it uneringly. A few young healers-novices she guessed- tried to stop her, but something in her expression warned them off. In seconds, she was at the stricken ogre's side. A pompous, older human-apparentally the head healer- hurried up to her and started speaking.

"Miss...you shouldn't be here... This is a place of healing and you are disturbing the rest of the sick... I must ask that you remove yourself..." The man trailed off as Elestirne, in one deliberate, fluid motion, turned to him and lowered her hood. Her brilliant, silver eyes lanced into him; intense and piercing. Without the hood, the otherwordly fairness of her fine-featured, angled face with its almond-shaped eyes and high cheekbones was plainly visible, as were her gracefully pointed ears. Struck speechless, he backed up a step as she spoke; her beautiful voice clear, but sharp, like winter ice.

"You will not intefere with me. I am here to heal this ogre and I may be his only hope. If you are wise, you will let me get to work and not question me. I was sent for by friends, to heal a friend, and you will not stop me. Now stand off and leave me be."

"But...the horse.." the flabbergasted healer blustered weakly. "Animals are not allowed..."

"If you are wise, you would not call him an animal and I pray you know better than to try to remove him. Your health might be at risk if you did. He stays with me." Elestirne's silver eyes flashed faintly with warning and the healer backed down immediately; meekly retreating, and shooing everyone else away from the immediate area. The elf that had been present when Nichtmar was brought in, left her vigil and quietly took up a position in the shadows to watch.

[Sir Nichtmar]

The head healer backed off intimidated by the elf and her companions.

“Fine, but I warn you, he’s starting to pale. Soon he’ll be biting and screaming and this will be a bloody mess. It’s not on my hands!”


He throws his gloves to the ground. Walks toward the door with his hands up in disgust and heads out to the crowded streets of Mittelmarch.




Elsewhere in the depths of Nichtmar’s mind…


Nichtmar is running lost through a dark forest. Dark beings are chasing him. Fleshy and black are their armor. Nichtmar pulls his sword to stop one, but the blade splatters like liquid and the hilt drops to the ground. The creature lashes at Nichtmar, tearing his face. In the real world winces of pain are seen. Nichtmar charges away from the dark ones. Ahead he sees a clearing. A ruined castle sits aged with a light at the top of a spire. He sences a familiar warmth, a feeling of goodness and darts into the ancient castle.

[Wulf]

After a couple hours more of walking, Wulf finally reaches the gates of the town he had been in a day ago. He quickly decides to head towards the nearest bench where he decides to sit down and think of the offer that was handed to him the day before by the odd man named Giles.

He sat down and started to look at the gates wondering if this man was trust-worthy or not.

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

After sending off the elven riders Storm stayed a few days in the Kyuden, catching up with old friends and worrying about the fate of Zigler. Though the European samurai had only seen the demon known as Cathan, he knew that the creature was on the side of the Lands Between for he had helped on numerous occasions.

Shortly after seeing his friends again, Storm left the Kyuden and headed back towards the city of Mittelmarch, intending to await the arrival of Elestirne. To his surprise, just as he clears the edge of the Great Woods he see the Elfin Queen and her escort pass through the city gates. Quickening his pace Storm reaches Healing Center just as the bald Healer is storming out. Cautiously he steps inside and walks toward Nichtmar's bed, not willing to disturb the Queen of Elves as she examines her patient.

[Lady Elestirne]

As soon as a sphere of space had been cleared-the onlookers standing at a respectful distance-Elestirne knelt at Nichtmar's side; carefully and shrewdly looking over the ogre. His breathing was shallow, and skin unusually pale,and there was a small scratch on one of his hands-a trivial wound for one of his size. She frowned faintly, but closed her eyes and extended her senses, her awareness sharpening. She felt Olore as a shining, depthless wellspring of light; radiating strength, reassurance, and power. She was only vaguely aware of others. Reaching her hands out, she passed them slowly over Nichtmar's body; stopping with one hand lightly touching his, and the other hovering just above his heart.

Falling into a trance-like state, Elestirne's breathing deepened and she settled into herself, letting her awareness and senses ripple out lightly and touch Nichtmar, washing over him. Slowly and carefully, she probed and searched-quickly realizing that this would not be a simple healing, nor a quick one.. The taint was pervasive, and continuously shifting; trying to elude and hide from her as it continued on its way. In some ways, the taint was like a poison; roiling insidiously through the body and infecting it.. But it was not good enough to escape Elestirne. Finding and pinpointing it at last, Elestirne focused, losing all awareness of time and space. Her awareness narrowed to the task at hand and the person she needed to help.

As the onlookers watched, Elestirne's hands began to glow with a soft silver-blue light; silver sparkles dancing throughout it. That ethereal blue was tinged slightly darker where her hand rested on Nichtmar's. Her fair face-her very posture-reflected deep concentration and determination. Her slender frame tensed as she touched the taint, and a faint, yet visible, shudder coursed through her. Very deliberately-yet very delicately- Elestirne worked at the taint. Gently she pulled at and worried it, willing and guiding healing energy steadily into the ogre's body. As she worked, she could feel her energy beginnig to be sapped and drained by the effort-but she also felt the taint breaking up and leaving, her magic washing it away as a wave does sand. When the last remnant of taint was cleansed from the ogre's body, and Nichtmar resting in a natural sleep, she stopped.

Stirring at last, and opening her eyes, she found herself beset by expected weariness. Pushing it aside, she stood slowly and let her hands fall to her sides as she looked over Nichtmar shrewdly. His color was back,his breathing normal and the scratch had utterly disappeared. As she looked round, she noticed that the healer had gone, with a faint, mental shrug, she turned to those that had been watching curiously and-forestalling their questions with a raised hand-spoke. "It is done. He will live, but it was a near thing. He sleeps now. When he wakes, I will want to speak to him. There are questions that must be answered." The young elf she had noticed as she came in-one of the healers she had left here last winter-stepped forward, her face full of awe, and offered to stand guard over the ogre until he woke. Elestirne aquiesced with a faint, weary nod, left instructions that she was to be informed when he woke, and made to leave the center-with Olore at her side as always.

As she started to leave, she noted the familiar garb and form of Storm. Her swornbrother, unbeknownst to her, had been among the audience watching as she had poured her energy into saving the fast fading ogre. She had been so deeply in trance, so caught up in her task, that she had not noticed him. Elestirne halted, one slender hand on Olore's withers as she swayed some in weariness;some of the toll of the healing showing on her fair face. Her eyes winced shut briefly. Olore nosed her.

You have done much Elestirne. Both Nichtmar and Mittelmarch owe you a debt. But this healing has taken much from you and have already had a long journey. Perhaps you ought to rest. It nears dawn. There will be time later to speak to your swornbrother, much though you may want to speak to him.

Elestirne shook her head the barest amount. Nay friend. Learning what has happened is more important than rest at this moment. There will be time for rest later. If Storm means to speak to me of what is going on,I will listen Her silver eyes settled on Storm, and she waited expectantly;knowing the mortal well enough to guess that he likely had something to say.

[Cathán Neamhnaofa]

Using his mind, Cathán replies, "There is a place called Galladorn, in a different land, that I have traveled to many times. I've seen potential in some of the people there that could be used to bring more demons into this world. When the weather gets warmer I will start bringing them to you to be possessed like Zigler. From there I am not sure what I will do, but if you need the service of my unit at anytime, we will come with no hesitation."

Cathán picks up the Azoth gate that is now lying on the stone ground. "How are you feeling Zigler?" Cathán says with a devilish grin.

[ziglerrobertson]

"Powerful," Zigler says as he stares down at the floor, blinking, opening and closing his hands, flexing his arms and legs, as if getting used to his body all over again. Despite looking much the same as he did before the Dwarf still feels new to his own skin.

"I feel as if I could make the damned bend to my will, as if every word I speak has such power that I could wrap any mortal around my finger."

Zigler closes his eyes and swallows for a moment, "Laddie, I be feelin' good."

Cathan and Telamon talk amongst each other and further their plans as Zigler attention turns inward, trying to get a grasp on his new abilities. He feels certain that he could command the dead to do anything he willed of them, the same for mortal men, to a certain extent. Those of strong will would be able to overcome his hold on them........eventually.

Looking around the room he and the other two demons are in, Zigler spies some of Telamon's raw working materials on a bench/worktable. One of these items is a block of solid metal, walking over to the table and picking it up Zigler thinks to himself, 'I can make this something else......I WILL it to be something else,' and in a flash of light the metal block turns into a solid gold block. 'If this is true,' continues Zigler, 'I wonder what else I suspect I can do is true as well......'

Zigler thinks back to the rumors and stories he's heard from travelers at Cedric's. How no one goes or leaves the Realm of Kanthea anymore, about the dead walking around it's forests and undead creates of land, river, and air roaming the forests around Mittelmarch.

Aloud the Demon Dwarf says, "This could be fun."

"Cathan me lad," says Zigler in his mind, "Would ye mind terribly dropping me off back in Mittelmarch when ye leave? Prefer'bly in me basement."

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

Storm watched as Elestrine walked toward her, leaning heavily on her mount/companion Olore. Seeing how weak his sowrdsister was, Storm motioned towards a bed near the entryway of the Healing Center, knowing that it would be the most out of the way place inside the building. He sits her down and then begins to tell Elestrine about Nichtmar's illness, and all the stories and rumors of dead men and creatures roaming the Southern Forests.

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa was walking to the Healing Center. He cut down an alley and that is when he sense something behind him. He withdrew his dashio and turned around to see an orc standing before him. The orc looked like one of the ones that he has fought in the forest, but it had the look and smell of death about him. The orc decide to attack Tsukasa, but the motions of the orc where slower and more clumsy then when he was alive. Tsukasa easily dodge them. He brought both swords across the midsection of the orc and cut him in half. Then Tsukasa continued to the healing center with a more urgency in his step.

Tsukasa entered the healing center and one of the first things he notices is Olore and Lady Elestirne's escort. The strangeness of the escort's appearance confused Tsukasa. He continue to scan the room and he noticed Lady Elestirne sitting on the bed talking to the samurai that helps with running Cedric's Inn. He wanted to speak to Lady Elestirne. He wanted to know if Nichtmar was going to make it though. He slid into a corner and waited for Lady Elestirne to finish talking to the other samurai.

[Lady Elestirne]

Elestirne listened gravely as Storm had her sit down in an out-of the way place,and proceeded to tell her everything;elaborating what had been said in his letter. A frown touched her fair face, only deepening as he got further in his explanation;inaverdately explaning her dream at the same time. At some point, she had heard enough and, with a raised hand, gently silenced him.

"Enough,"she said kindly. "You did well to send for me otorno. Now that Nichtmar is healed, perhaps the next thing to do is to learn why the undead are rising and help do something about it. For I will help, in whatever way I can. But I fear there is more threatening Mittelmarch than simply the undead rising. I and Olore both sensed dark magic upon entering,and maybe something more, that I cannot put my finger on now...but which troubles me to no end.. If it was just Nichtmar, you would not have called on me to come with such urgency brother... Something else is wrong here,and Nichtmar is only the tip of it."

She brought one slender hand to her temple and shook her head faintly. "You are lucky I got here as swiftly as I did, that your message reached me as swiftly as it did. I would have been here sooner, but I was attacked soon after arriving, by a large number of taint-maddened orcs." Olore snorted in agreement and dug one silver forehoof across the floor. His eyes were on his lady and her swornbrother, but his ears swiveled constantly;taking in all the sounds about them. While Elestirne had been healing Nichtmar, lost in trance, he had seen Storm enter and, soon after,had heard the escort and Authnor arrive too; the warrior's patience in waiting for his queen having run out. The escort still remained outside, but Authnor had entered the building,along with the stranger they had come across earlier.

The silver stallion snorted again to catch Elestirne's attention. And Storm's; his words audible to both of them. Company, milady. Authnor and the strange one are here.

Turning, Elestirne caught sight of them,and rose from the bed. She winced faintly as she gained her feet though, a reaction barely noticible, but one Authnor's concerned glance immediately saw. He stepped forward reflexively. "Are you allright my lady? We waited for you, but you never came back. Did you accomplish what you were sent for?"

Elestirne raised her hand to forestall Authnor's questions. "Yes I am well, and no I have not accomplished all I was sent for. My friend is healed yes-though it took a toll on me-but Storm tells me that the dead are rising and I feel I may be needed to help,before all is over. My dream warned me somewhat of this.." As Authnor gained her side, her keen eyes focused on the stranger they had met outside the woods and she beckoned him forward.

As he approached she could see him taking in her appearence,and Authnor's,and struggling to categorize them in his mind:their slender frames,fairness of face,angled features,strangely melodic voices,unusually bright and piercing eyes,their grace and of course, their pointed ears. She could see him too, struggling to understand why Olore was in a building and fast at her shoulder;taking in the stallion's unusual appearence as well: the faint silver luminence that limned his entire form,his shimmering silver coat and silver-white mane and tail, his elegance, grace and beauty,and most of all the obvious inteligence and awareness in his large, deep blue eyes.

She let him get a good, long look, then spoke;her voice soft and kind, if a little weary. "Fair meeting to you stranger. It seems our paths have chanced to cross again. I see questions biting at your tongue and that you wish to speak to me. What would you say?" Her midnight hair shimmered with silver as it shifted and her crown glittered with silver-white light,as light glanced over the diamonds and moonstone. "Do not be afraid to speak."

[Wulf]

After seeing Storm walk past him at the gate, Wulf decides that maybe he should take a look around, as the man did seem to be on some sort of mission.

After writing a few notes and asking around about the general news, he quickly learns of the wounded guard that was being treated at the healing center. After figuring out where it is, he starts to head there as well, concerned for whoever was injured, and hoped that he could help in some way.