Thorious
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She followed Nyxe and Rhune out of the Greenman, and as she stepped out the door she felt the cool breeze on her skin and she wrapped her slender arms around herself protectively. She felt sore and almost flinched as her own hands touched her bruised and battered body. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at the sky and saw the stars twinkle above her. She longed to be one of those stars, far away and no one could touch her. She did not hear Nyxe as she called to her and jumped almost as if burned as she touched her arm lightly to get her attention.
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Wrenella's Beginning [Part 3]
The sun peaked in through the window and streaked across her bed as she fluttered her eyes open. She sat up and stretched and got up to start her day. She put on her dress and brushed her hair and splashed some water on her face before she entered the kitchen. She looked around the room and sadness fell upon her as she remembered Gretchen was no longer with them. She started the fire and began preparing the morning meal as she hummed to herself and danced in place.
She felt someone watching her and she turned her head and saw Ephraim. She turned her head back to her task and ignored him, knowing that Rolando would be there shortly. She did not know why but when Ephraim was near Rolando was soon to follow. It was soon after when the kitchen began to warm up that Rolando entered and sat in a chair close to Wrenella, “Morning Ella.” Then he grunted in Ephraim’s general direction.
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Frozen Destiny, Part 1 - The view of the Stygian.
I'll gather my horse and meet you at the trail head…
Those were the some of the last words Importance spoke for the length of their journey. His horse trotted slowly along the natural trail in the side of the snow covered mountain, falling just behind Rashiar and Thorious as they rode.
Importance wasn’t normally one for pleasantries, but this evening was different, he was angered and short-tempered… more so then usual, that is. Not to mention, there was plenty on his mind. Importance stared down at his hands, mind left to drift in the silence and frozen winds. It had been so long since he had wielded the arts; the arcane power of magic and fire. Before, it was his life, His goal, to further his knowledge. It was all he had known. He’d go to any lengths to further his cause, and his past very much held true to that.
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Frozen destiny (Outside the cave)
Foggy mist. It was thick. So thick they could not see eachother's faces. So thick they could not see the danger that lurked therein.
Thorious thought, whatever his face looked like now would likely be frozen there for all eternity, even after the rest of his body rotted away. He grinned at his grizzly gest and immediately regretted it as his lips stretched and cracked.
Balls! It was cold! Even for a tough Cimmerian like Thor. He couldn't tell if Rashiar was having any troubles, and Importance looked like a bundle shuffling along the snow. He would be damned if he would say anything before a woman. He would be doubley damned in he said anything before Importance.
Continuation of Frozen Destiny
Importance's face dripped with venom as he saw Thorious approach. Rashiar looked quite uncomfortable standing there with the man.
"Thorious," he spat, "I need to talk to you alone!"
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Ramblings in a Poitainian Spring
I like Tinabula. Power there, and strength behind the smile and occasional giggliness. Perceptive also.
Why pray here rather than the Temple at Fort Conviction?
I looked about the Chapel in Caenna, its old familiarity, the scent of incense still flavoured with Baione flowers as it was when my mother prepared it, for I follow the same recipe.... Safety here, calmness. A place that has always been. For much as I strive to build Invicta's new home strong, there is a nagging fear that perhaps it will go the way of Fort Invicta
For sometimes even the most gracious my sometimes fall..
* A parchment posted on the wall of the keep* My friends,
I have been away for so long, and I fear my time is short. I should not have kept this from you all but I did not want to lose you all as I have no other family. Not anymore. I have been staying in a room above the Greenman Tavern, yet I can no longer hide there. I am being hunted, and the contract has been placed by one of Conan's generals.
Frozen DestinySubmitted by Thorious on February 20, 2009 - 6:55am Thorious peered ahead up at the craggy rock ledge. Up there in that unforgiving little outcropping his destiny awaits. Sheltered by winter storms and wandering bands of cannibals, this place was isolated. Perfect for a hideout of cut throats and thieves. The low lying clouds shrouded the low crags with a light chill mist, adding to ominous and stark mystique of this place. Prodding his horse slowly forward he stole a quick glance over his shoulder. Rashiar was there, huddled in her cloak, a watchful eye on the terrain around them. She swept her gaze over him. Noticing his look she gave him a warm smile and a nod. He returned her smile with a reassuring grin and a wink as he once again faced forward. His watchful eyes were upon the land ahead, but his mind remained on Rashiar. An Abduction and a WeddingSubmitted by Wulfran on October 13, 2008 - 2:00pm The light in the tavern was dim compared the bright light of Tarantia’s early afternoon sunshine. The air was a little smokey from the fires and smelled of stale ale with some more unpleasant undertones. The Green Man wasn’t crowded at this time of day, but there was still a healthy group in for a midday meal and pint of ale or goblet of wine. The red headed Cimmerian paused briefly at the door as his eyes adjusted to the dimness. He felt more than saw the mug come sailing at by his head and felt it graze his ear as it flew past. “Yer aim’s off a bit today, Moki.” “Faek ye, Old Man.”  Death of chivalrySubmitted by Auorix Engel on October 7, 2008 - 3:10pm A meeting of the officers of the King's Guard in the Armsmen Tavern after the murders last night as witnessed by the staff and patrons.((Sat night))
Forged from the ice.Submitted by Thorious on August 26, 2008 - 6:10pm Her hair fell over his broad chest as he lay in bed covering him like a fur. He can feel her warmth as she squirms to get closer to him in her sleep. It is a welcome heat that drains the aches and pains from a day of labor and long rides. This comfort steals from him his consciousness as his mind begins filling with fog. He begins to think back about his journey. A journey that started so long ago and far from here and so devoid of the luxury of this place. His steady drumming heart beat sounds in his own ears… The dangers of good hygieneSubmitted by Thorious on August 21, 2008 - 3:28pm The soft squishy sand oozed between his toes. Thorious’ lips plaid with a smile as he enjoyed the sensation. A flicker of a memory wormed it’s way into his thoughts. He only held sporadic remembrances of his past, but the feel of this sand while he was bathing in this pond of water had stirred up an echo of his past. When he was young he used to enjoy the same thing. He would play in mud quite often to feel it’s wet pliable countenance. Though he could not remember much of his mother, he could feel the heat of her scolding. She must have been one hell of a woman to strike fear into him even as a child.  AwakeningThere was a battle going on outside the Keep. A flicker of a thought touched her mind and she wondered briefly why she wasn’t out there fighting as well. Something touched her mind, soothing her..and made her stay where she was and she relaxed slightly. She stood on a tower of the keep and stared out over the farmlands of Poitaine that surrounded Fas. Wait…Fas…what was Fas? She was suddenly confused again and restlessly walked the catwalks, staring out over the walls of the inner bailey looking for the soldiers that were defending as well as some sign of the enemy. DutyThey were a somber group that night. None of them quite knowing what to say to her; quieter than usual and minus the teasing and good natured harassment that was typical when they gathered. A part of her wished she had not run into them at all and she had stayed out on her solitary patrols. Killing bandits had been a pleasure and had worked out much of her rage.
Now she was simply tired and sore and sick, and all she wanted was a hot bath and a glass of wine or two at the inn. She couldn’t go back to Fas yet…not yet. Her bed still smelled of him and his clothing and gear were likely still there among her own belongings. She wished somehow she could avoid going back all together and could just forget the last months of her life. It was a brief thought and cowardly. She recognized this, but there it was.
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