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| Website: An Encounter with Marthonis |
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| On Monday, January 18, 2010 Fuoco wrote : |
An unexpected encounter which led to a yet more unexpexted conversation. I have decided not to delete the out of character parts as they lend the story some good humour. One thing remained unclear - the reason for Marthonis's appearance. Did he feel lonely? Did he need an audience?
Two things are clear - his mind is obviously twisted (it's not for nothing that he acquired the nickname and title of Scoundrel) by his greed for knowledge and the dream of becoming some sort of supreme god, and secondly, it was established beyond doubt that he is well capable of lying - one moment he wanted to trap and destroy the supposedly 'offending' druid, the next moment he was assuring us that the death of the druid was not his wish,,,,
And yet, the seed of doubt has now been planted in our minds - at times he seemed to be wanting to get closer to us but again, who can trust the friendship of the Lord of the Undead?
A final OOC note - I did not register the date of this event by the Oberin calendar, but it took place on 22 August 2009. The text log was kindly provided by my Rebel friend Cris.
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| Sunset Horizon,Crimson Road & A Red Rose... |
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| On Sunday, January 03, 2010 Algethus wrote : |
(Red Horizon: Story written by Algethus)
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I was alone, all alone............
Surviving with only a dozen more fish steaks left, starving almost to death wandering about the unforgiving wilderness. The sun, the glimmering sea, the red horizon.
After many battles, scarred, dropping dead in agony of my festering wounds.
The red horizon, a vague shadow of a figure.
I see a person, with my sotted-like eyesight I can roughly figure that the person is a woman. She fought a horde of creatures, which followed my rotten trail. My eyesight fades to darkness...
"Is he all right?"
"I am not sure, he has severe fever."
I felt a hand touching my forehead. As it slowly stroked, I could faintly smell beautiful roses.... Just like my mother....
Opening my eyes, I saw the flashing sunlight right before my sight, glowing like a thousand diamonds. It seemed like an agonizing forever trying to get off the inn-bed. "The inn?", I first thought, the door opposite the window opened and to my shock I saw an elderly woman with a bowl which faint traces of steam came out of...
"You are lucky to be alive", she said.
I questioned her about the awashed memories of the sillhouete I saw before. She exclaimed,"Valencia". I could barely hear here frail, weak voice.
"You are lucky to be alive because of her, a young braveheart. You must eat, I tended your wounds with magick, the rest of the process relies on your body to be strong." explained the Elder.
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I lived with Nan, the elder for many long years, because....
Because I wanted to see that woman again.....
My saviour......
Her red hair amongst the sunset that day....
She may come here again, I do not want to miss that day.
I ventured out of Lerilin, my humble home. To the east coast, with the prominent landmarks I could not miss, where I dropped dead. I stared, for hours until the sunset, trying to visualize that day. I sat down the sandy white beach, thinking deeply, the sun quickly settled under the red sea. Alas, it was time for me to go back.
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Amongst the dark streets I saw a crowd of people, around the inn. Some settlers rounded about the house and some wounded amount behemoth Tuskers.
I looked in dread on the blood-filled entrance of the inn. The tailor just another road away provided help by offering crate-full bandages and every single citizen offered a vast amount and varieties of reagents, especially ginseng and lotus flowers.
I was acquired to go inside and tend to the wounded. There was only so much I could do with my standard of healing. I rushed to each bed with many a bandage I could grasp on . That night, I saw her.
The door was crowded but her scent of roses filled the room. As I got closer to her crimson-covered the scent changed to a smell of rusted iron, the dreaded scent of blood, dripping out from her left rib. Her hair was the first feature that allowed me to recognize her.
I came a step closer to her and touched her hand, held it, for she was in agonizing pain
"You... I remember you", she said softly, a recognizable voice.
I looked at her, as I glance at her every second I felt joy yet hurt. For the joyous time I at last saw her, she was in pain. My heart seemed constricted with thorns...
"I will have to borrow your dagger", I said. She wouldn't let go of the dagger, I pleaded her to let go of it. Slowly opening her hand she gave it to me. I quickly sliced a large piece of bandaging cloth using the dagger and bandaged her as quickly as I could. The cloth went around her waist and also her shoulder.
"CALL THE ELDER!"
Nan stepped in the room with other settlers which I believe to be clerics and druids considering their robes and leather arms.
While the druids cast Calm to relieve the woman from her pain, Clerics as well as Nan showed an array of Healing and Detoxifying Spells. To my relief, I have never seen Nan fail and Gods be praised she hasn't.
A multitude of individuals left, I stayed in the room. I stayed there hoping she would wake up the next day, the other they, or any day. I was prepared to remain there as long as I could.
I wanted answers from her.....
TO BE CONTINUED
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