whihooo, finally I got this done for you. First rp-event for the Celts!!!
World of make believe - Part VII
It was just small dots in the beginning and Elyssa did not pay any attention when the dots became larger and revealed a group of eight and horses traveling over the dunes. It was impossible to reveal any identity of those who made their way towards them, imbedded under large pieces of cloth to protecting them from the unfading sunlight. When they came within hearing distance Kemoserit finally noticed them. She quirked a brow and shouted.
“Who dares!?—“
One of the men shouted. “Damn these snakes,,, who can worship such animals?? Madness”
Since Kemoserit did not get any satisfying answer she reached down once more, grabbed hold of a tuft of Elyssa's hair, keeping her dagger at the woman's throat. Elyssa coughed and lifted her tied hands to her throat, in a futile attempt go get free. Where her torn dress did not cover her skin, one could clearly see blue, green and purple bruises stretching out over her naked parts.
One of the travelers shouted. “Who are you stygian?!”
A man peered at Elyssa and then moved his attention to Kemoserit, speaking calmly. “Release her. Now!!”
“Kemoserit of the Mamba, Witch of this dune, how dare you come to—“She seemed to trail off, catching the familiar voice of Ferron. “You're not.. Dead?”
Ferron kept staring at Kemoserit, shaking his head a little.
A tall large man stepped forward and spoke with a loud voice. “Even more important, what are you doing with Elyssa as your captive here? Surrender and free her, and I will make your death quick.” He gripped after his sword to prove the truthfulness behind his words.
Elyssa coughed and asked in disbelief. “Marcios???” The fact that Ferron lived and was standing not so far from her had eluded her completely.
“Step closer savage, and her throat will be slit.” Kemoserit pressed the dagger firmly against Elyssa's throat, as if the emphasize, drawing a tinge a blood.
“It’s seems that the first thing to ask is what this woman wants in exchange for Elyssa.” A slender woman spoke from the back of the group as she made her way towards Marcios. She stopped when she got a clear view. Marcios glanced at her and spoke low. “Pandore”
“Keep back everybody... Don’t get near me...!!!” Elyssa pleaded.
One of the soldiers spoke up. “Do not fear Elyssa we will save you from this wretched snake.”
“It should soon be over now,,, Elyssa,,, if this stygian has any sense at all, he will realize its all over for his part.” Marcios tapped his swords more impatiently.
One of the rangers rested her hand on her bow, ready and seemingly eager to rush into combat. She whispered low to all. “I can take the shot - just say when.”
“The witch claims she has infected me...” They could barely hear what Elyssa said; her voice did not carry and ended in a series of hack and coughs.
Ferron crouched and listen carefully to the exchange of threats between his group and Kemoserit. He looked up when Falcore and a small woman positioned themselves beside him. Two members from his clan that he asked to join him on this mission. The female, Evleska, seemed ready to fight. There was no misunderstanding of that fire in her eyes when she looked at the witch. He signed to them to say silent and await his command to attack.
When a group from the house of Celts lead by Marcios had demanded entrance at The Dun, Ferron had been surprised. As soon as he realized their mission, trying to track down one of their own that was missing; a fear took hold of him. He had barely escaped the burning house and it had been pure luck he had found that old smuggler exit during his previous stay in Poitan. When he had been able to go back to the village, Elyssa and almost the whole village was gone. He had stayed and searched for her, but Kemoserit had hid her tracks well. None in the village could give him the clues he needed and he reluctantly retuned home. When this new addition of manpower stood by the door, Ferron had cursed himself and decided to do what he should have done days ago. He brought those who volunteered to come along from Fearghals and joined the search for his love.
“I have no desire for anything that you could offer, take your woman if you will, but know that she carries death.” Kemoserit smiled and looked at each and one of them with a challenge in her eyes.
Pandore whispered to Marcios. “Have you seen Elyssa, does she not seems to be a bit in a strange state?”
Marcios nodded to Pandore and tried once again to bargain with the witch. “So exactly is it that you want, stygian. And who are you?”
Ferron looked at Elyssa for while, he did not show how he felt, seeing Elyssa in the hands of Jystana...or Kemoserit as she called herself these days. Most likely Elyssa was taken because of his dealings with Kemoserit earlier. He could just not figure out how Kemoserit could have known of his house in Poitan. Was it a coincident or just pure chance? There was time to figure that out when this was over with. Elyssa showed no sign of recognize him and he moved his look slowly to Jystana, speaking softly and running his fingers in the sand. “You will die then, witch.”
Falcore spoke low to Ferron. “What does the witch mean by Elyssa carries death?
Kemoserit seemed to let her gaze wander across the group. With her eyes narrowed, she carefully let go of the woman's hair, pushing her down in the sand. One clawed glove reached to her belt, and she drew something from a pouch. Elyssa hit the sand hard and stayed down, coughing.
Pandore looked to the black dressed woman with confusion in her eyes. “Can you explain the condition of our friend, and why you keep her away from us?”
One of the soldiers took a good grip around his sword. “Release her to us, mage. Release her or I will cut your troth and drag you back to Cimmeria hanging from my horse.” At the end he pulled his sword.
Pandore glanced over at Raeroth. “Calm down violence isn't the solution.”
“Easy Raeroth, this Stygians are unpredictable. I prefer to bring Elyssa back with me, alive, not dead.” Marcios shivered by the thought and looked hard at Raeroth. Under Marcios look Raeroth moved back a few steps, clearly disappointed.
“That sounds unpleasant, I would hope to avoid it... Truthfully, I was attempting to find a cure for your lady friend.” Kemoserit smiled vaguely.
Ferron eyed Kemoserit calmly, slowly moving his hands to his dagger and sword. “Aye... dear?”
“She is lying... She infected me...”
“I will never trust a stygian!” Raeroth spoke up heatedly.
Kemoserit snickered, took a few steps back and turned slightly to Ferron. “Be glad, I didn’t treat her like you did to me Ferron.” Ferron ignored her.
Pandore shifted her gaze from Kemoserit to Ferron. “Can you explain this to us?”
Marcios walked over to Ferrons side and asked low. “Any idea how to get this stygian to release Elyssa?”
Ferron glanced at Marcios and shrugged. “Kill her.” He rose slowly from his crouched position and reached for his bow and arrow.
“Nothing would please me more, actually, but she still holds the knife towards Elyssa.” Marcios looked wretched.
Pandore leaned closer to Marcios and whispered. “It’s seems Ferron know her....and he don’t seem to be willing to talk about his previous dealings with her. Marcios don’t do anything stupid, I don’t trust Ferron.”
Elyssa crawled tight together in a fetus position, coughing.
With a quick step back Kemoserit retreated backwards. “How.. Barbaric, very savage.” She raised one arm slightly.
Pandore whispered low to Raeroth. ”There is something fishy with Ferron.”
“It’s not the dagger that I fear; it’s her dark magic, I’m not sure I could stop her attacks.” Raeroth send a distressful look at Pandore.
Ferron added dryly. “She bleeds as others.”
Evleska bowed her head and spoke low to Ferron. “Waiting for orders sir.”
One of the soldiers spoke heatedly. “What is it that you really want, witch?”
“So you and Ferron know one another from before, Stygian? Is that what you are telling us?? And what has that to do with Elyssa? I am here to bring her back, not to sort out old hostilities between the two of you!” Marcios voice carried over the area with unexpected strength.
Pandore whispered to Marcios and Raeroth. “Let's unarm Ferron and his two friends Evleska and Falcore and ask them?”
Ferron glanced at his left at Marcios, then moved his look and took aim at Kemoserit. Both Falcore and Evleska aimed simultaneously at Kemoserit on Ferrons silent command. Kemoserit let out an abrupt hiss and tossed a handful of dust to her feet. It exploded in a cloud of dust, and as it settled the Witch was gone.
8th April 2010, 14:10