Post by Archivist~Bel on Feb 21, 2006 10:18:08 GMT -5
Chance meeting in the woods
Author: Veyl
Link: forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-scarletcrusade&t=155863&p=1&tmp=1#post155863
The misty clouded air began to join together around the small abandoned house that Veyl had “acquired” as his own. The walls were of solid oak, cut from the very forest of his upbringing. Ancient lore told of the healing powers that each bark of tree had submerged within their very essence. Each enchanted piece was firmly mounted in place, restricting all movement caused by outside forces. The ebony speckled grains cascaded in a vertical pattern giving off the sense that the home was larger then it appeared.
Windows were made of sheets of stained glass depicting the scenes of Elven pasts. The world tree presented itself firmly above the grand turquoise colored slab of a door. Each branch d#@!&d down the sides and out of the glass to form the actual frame. One window pictured an Elf of the highest ranked order hopelessly staring off into the Great Sea. The sea itself seemed to swirl in chaos, detailing the oceans tides crashing up against the cliffs and were painted as charcoal as the depths themselves. The roof of the house was actually the flourishment of the canopy created by an offshoot branch from a neighboring ancient wood. The bushels of jade colored leaves gleamed with no sunlight reflecting off of them…A truly remarkable wonder. The mist amongst the area, however, was another mystery.
The woods themselves, although enchanted, were also cursed. Every evening of the fullest moon the clouds wormed their devious formation around the enormous unmoveable woods, creating an awe-inspiring aura. It was also impossible to see within two feet in front of you. Whispers from the dark and beyond would flood outward into the hearts of the poor souls that were caught out in the wilderness during this time.
Veyl sat up toking his long auburn painted pipe puffing out orbs of smoke between his lips. His elderly eyes rested beneath his closed eye lids while the smoke evaporated above him. He was seated in a silver laced arm chair which was intricately designed into the shapes of dragons. At the end of each arm rest were the delicately chiseled serpeants heads. Each arm rest was distinguished by the embedded jewels within the eye sockets of the beasts. Just under his right arm rested the ruby eye dragon which was illuminated by the brilliance of the flames. His left hand was slightly raised off the arm rest of the emerald eyed dragon. It was strumming away to an overly melodic tune. The crackling of the fire fell into place of the tune as each pop was intricately banged out with a push forward of different digits.
There was a knock at the door.
No one knew of the getaway shrouded in the forest, nor would any sane person dare tread within the mist. Veyls eyes peered towards the door amidst another puff of smoke.
“Who are you and why are you bashing on my door?” he questioned loudly. He had shifted out of the chair, flinging his pipe towards the base of the fire, and lightly strode towards the door. His body phasing in between the reflecting flames, continued to disappear. He picked up his Bloodletter and stood ready.
“Your house? Your voice certainly does not belong to the one that resides here…” the females voice answered. Her voice was like a sirens, light and wiftfully danced amongst the waves to Veyls sharp hearing. “As a matter of fact my knocking was only a mere warning to let you know I was coming in.”
Veyl blinked. His body tightened up ready to strike forward when he felt a tap on his shoulder. She was behind him. In his youth, she’d be dead before she even attempted to phase past him…but time has gotten the best of him. He smiled as the clang of the sword dropped to the floor.
“First strike and it’s a tap on my shoulder? Times have definitely changed,” Veyl slowly spoke. His posture completely relaxed once the realization came that she wasn’t going to harm him, at least not yet anyway.
“Here I thought your kind were quick…maybe your quickness has moved to –other- areas,” she snickered while speaking. “Your mouth is certainly faster then your reflexes old Elf,” she vanished once more with a slight popping noise and appeared near the fire crouched down. She gently placed her hands up in front of the flames.
She was young in appearance, long golden tresses curled and bounced off her shoulders mid spine. She was wearing a dress of scarlet satin which hung loosely from burgundy straps. The length d#@!&d over her knees and spread out like a puddle beneath her. Her skin was very pale as if the sister to the snow. Lightly speckled freckles were spread all about her skin and reflected the fire light like the gems of the armchair. She was a human indeed but not any that Veyl had ever come across. His eyes soaked in her pleasant view and felt intoxicated from it.
“You’d be surprised what these old bones can do lass,” Veyl’s response snapped back.
“You’re right. I would,” she snidely replied with a beautiful smile of pearls.
There was a moment of chilling silence as their eyes intertwined and locked. The mysteries behind both of them clashing with brutal conflict, neither had a clue what the other was about.
“How’d you come about this house?” she questioned with a puzzled look shifting onto her rump before the fire. Her legs criss-crossed Indian style beneath the long flowing dress, hands still making love to the flames in front of her.
“These woods are sacred to me…A lot of memories both created and buried over centuries you see,” he shrugged while walking over in her direction. “It’s the only place that I’ve ever felt as a home. This house I came across one evening before the misty moon. I took shelter here for three weeks resting and tending to the wounds that an orcish hunting party had caused. I never healed the way I did here before, so I decided to stick around a little longer to thank the owner. The owner never came.”
The young woman smiled rubbing her slender fingertips together. She gave a little nod which released some of the golden curls forward into her line of sight. Her hand lifted to the strands and pulled them back behind her peach colored earlobe. Veyl had disappeared.
“Clever elf,” while saying that she felt a tap come to her opposite shoulder.
“Surprise,” he smiled mockingly. The old man still had it.
“The owner you were looking for died decades ago. Her name was Alissa and a night elf like yourself. She was a priestess of Elune,” the smile drifted from her lips and her pristine amethyst eye shot into the flames. “She was a dear friend.”
Veyl was sitting just off to the side of her, eyes locked on the young lady. His own big hands laid to rest on the dark coverings of his thighs. Each strenuous muscle loosened up into the relaxed position. He questioned this friendship that she spoke of. She must have seen her die or been the reason behind her death. The vanishing smile of hers was surely proof of that.
“My apologies for your loss,” he said quietly. “Makes sense about the healing qualities, enchanted wood, and the windows now though. At first I figured it was just another human with an elven fetish but…”his words were instantly stopped from the sight of a lone tear streaming down her cheek. It couldn’t possibly move any slower then it was. “What did I say?”
Veyls emotional disregard for others often held up a brick wall when it came to how they might feel about a subject. In his mind the apology was given and the conversation should be continuing, but that was not the case.
“It’s nothing you said Elf, but it was definitely something you thought,” she replied. Her head dropped a bit facing the floor. The waterworks had formed and more droplets were forming and diving off her porcelain chin. Veyl did it now…but which thought was it exactly?
~PART 2: The conversation of Alissa~
"What happened to her?" Veyl questioned uneasily. "Your friend...Alissa, did you say?"
Her face was flush with emotion, eyes swelling and puffing from the ever-flowing tears. Veyl was uneasily shifting where he sat, unsure of how to handle these situations.
"Look if it's a sore subject we can skip over to how you got the scar you've been trying to hide," Veyl spoke while pointing one of his gray speckled fingers towards the nape of her neck. The wound was relatively unnoticeable to anyone other then an elf. Veyl had noticed the mark while her fingers were twisting away locks of golden tipped curls behind her ears.
"All in the same story I suppose, all in the same story," her glassy eyes had gazed upwards toward Veyl sparkling from the firelight. Something was different...her eyes had shifted colors to a brilliantly enhanced emerald. One of Veyls ruffled white eyebrows shifted up questionably from the newly colored orbs.
This woman grows more mysterious by the second...I must be weary of my questions
"And your thoughts as well..." Veyl was silenced from her once more, forgetting just as quickly the way she arrived through the door, that she could read his thoughts.
"Yes, although it's really not polite to rip into someones mind without their permission," Veyl huffed stretching his muscular forearms. "I suppose you couldn't help it."
"I merely skimmed the surface elf, it's just an old pre-cautionary measure of mine, friend or foe. A test if you will..."
"I'm relying on the fact that you didn't gut me rib to heart when you first appeared," Veyl responded. Deep in the back of his head he was still reminding himself of how easy she made it seem.
She laughed at the mischievious smirk he had curled from his lips. She seemed relatively at ease near the flames and the elderly night elf. The only thing remotely awry was the story she was holding back.
"Alissa saved my life a century ago. I can remember the night clearly even as horrific as it was. I was mislead by my former husband into believing that sprites had a home within these woods..."
"Sprites?!" Veyl interrupted rather astoundingly shocked. He heard of these mislead little beings but always cast them aside as a farmers tale.
"Yes...They -do- exist," she replied while throwing another disgusted look his way. The fire cracked once more as part of the burning wood snapped into two mish-shapen charred pieces. The womans eyes drifted back towards the flames and continued.
"My dearest husband knew of my...obsession...with them and hurried home one full moon. He had come to convince me that the followed one of them to their home in the woods. Me, being disturbingly head over heels for him, hopped to my feet without a second to lose. I had always heard stories of the woods being cursed but in my mind just thought it was conjured up to drive people away from the sprites. The night was chilled and moise from the rainfall we had in the afternoon, but that didn't matter. None of it mattered. My husband lead me quickly and deeply into the wilderness keeping a solid ten feet in front of me. That's when the mist formed..."
Her eyes shifted down and another tear streamed along her cheek. Veyl sat watching with little expression painted on his face, shifted slightly grabbing a small piece of cloth from his back pocket. He was accustomed to bringing bandages with him at all times better safe then sorry! he always thought. He offered it over to her without the slightest form of inclination of a smile. She accepted and wiped the tears away.
"Thank you...where was I? Of course...The mist. My husband had stopped and turned around before the outer edge of the missed and seemingly opened a portal behind him. It was small and black...only big enough for one. He said he loved me with a smirk and stepped into the void, disappearing without a trace. I then realized it was a trap and all the stories of the mist began alarmingly real...the screaming started. I had fallen to my knees from the sheer force of the pitch, clutched my hands over my ears," she did so in front of Veyl as her voice escalated in speed. "The horrible shrieks grew louder and flooded through the miniscule gaps of my fingers. Fully formed apparations were laughing around me, charging by my side and brushing against me at first, then tugged at my hair. One of them grabbed a fistfull and pulled me towards its would be face. Whispers came in unison:
Death was coming to claim the
unfortunate trusting wife
who followed her sweet little husband
straight to the end of her life.
I had never been more terrorfied."
Veyls eyes glew a bit brighter as the interest level peaked within his mind. He watched as every expression in her face seem to flow with the story as if she was reliving them.
"But then she came...like an Angel from the heavens. Excuse me...Like one of Elunes spirits had been sent to save me. I was shaking in a ball when she touched my shoulder. Pathetically weeping for dear life, refusing to open my eyes in fear of the touch being one of those...those...things. She spoke softly to me, reassuring me it was okay. I opened my eyes and there she was, glowing with an aura that was blindingly magnificent. I struggled to stand but only collapsed into her arms...everything went black."
"I awoke wrapped in delicately knitted, but plush, rune blankets. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the immensly distinguishable lights. Each of them colored with the most remarkable shades of the world. I truly believed that I had died and was in a great hall of the heavens..." her eyes once again drifted closed, fluttering a few more tears out. The bandage Veyl had given her once again was dabbed to her skin soaking them up.
"Alissa had saved me from the mist and took me to this home," she looked around slowly picturing the place as it were so long ago. She saw the candles brightly glowing along the walls, the enchanted ones flying above their heads, and finally Alissa standing near the doorway. With a blink of her eye it all faded back into the dusted desheveled place that Veyl had claimed.
"What happened next? Or do you not wish to divulge any further..."Veyl had spread his legs out from under him getting a little more comfort.
"If you do not mind...We have a few more full moons for the rest of the tale, I can complete it then. I grow weary of my memories and do wish to be alone for now," she quietly spoke. Her porcelain, shining hands drifted into a slow moving dance in front of the fire again. Veyl nodded and shuffled to his feet.
"If you need that blanket you spoke of," Veyl pointed towards a wooden cabinet that seemed freshly painted just as the day it was created. "I do believe I remember something just like that in there. As a matter of fact...I believe it to be one in the same." He smiled and made his way to the room furthest from the fire.
Author: Veyl
Link: forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-scarletcrusade&t=155863&p=1&tmp=1#post155863
The misty clouded air began to join together around the small abandoned house that Veyl had “acquired” as his own. The walls were of solid oak, cut from the very forest of his upbringing. Ancient lore told of the healing powers that each bark of tree had submerged within their very essence. Each enchanted piece was firmly mounted in place, restricting all movement caused by outside forces. The ebony speckled grains cascaded in a vertical pattern giving off the sense that the home was larger then it appeared.
Windows were made of sheets of stained glass depicting the scenes of Elven pasts. The world tree presented itself firmly above the grand turquoise colored slab of a door. Each branch d#@!&d down the sides and out of the glass to form the actual frame. One window pictured an Elf of the highest ranked order hopelessly staring off into the Great Sea. The sea itself seemed to swirl in chaos, detailing the oceans tides crashing up against the cliffs and were painted as charcoal as the depths themselves. The roof of the house was actually the flourishment of the canopy created by an offshoot branch from a neighboring ancient wood. The bushels of jade colored leaves gleamed with no sunlight reflecting off of them…A truly remarkable wonder. The mist amongst the area, however, was another mystery.
The woods themselves, although enchanted, were also cursed. Every evening of the fullest moon the clouds wormed their devious formation around the enormous unmoveable woods, creating an awe-inspiring aura. It was also impossible to see within two feet in front of you. Whispers from the dark and beyond would flood outward into the hearts of the poor souls that were caught out in the wilderness during this time.
Veyl sat up toking his long auburn painted pipe puffing out orbs of smoke between his lips. His elderly eyes rested beneath his closed eye lids while the smoke evaporated above him. He was seated in a silver laced arm chair which was intricately designed into the shapes of dragons. At the end of each arm rest were the delicately chiseled serpeants heads. Each arm rest was distinguished by the embedded jewels within the eye sockets of the beasts. Just under his right arm rested the ruby eye dragon which was illuminated by the brilliance of the flames. His left hand was slightly raised off the arm rest of the emerald eyed dragon. It was strumming away to an overly melodic tune. The crackling of the fire fell into place of the tune as each pop was intricately banged out with a push forward of different digits.
There was a knock at the door.
No one knew of the getaway shrouded in the forest, nor would any sane person dare tread within the mist. Veyls eyes peered towards the door amidst another puff of smoke.
“Who are you and why are you bashing on my door?” he questioned loudly. He had shifted out of the chair, flinging his pipe towards the base of the fire, and lightly strode towards the door. His body phasing in between the reflecting flames, continued to disappear. He picked up his Bloodletter and stood ready.
“Your house? Your voice certainly does not belong to the one that resides here…” the females voice answered. Her voice was like a sirens, light and wiftfully danced amongst the waves to Veyls sharp hearing. “As a matter of fact my knocking was only a mere warning to let you know I was coming in.”
Veyl blinked. His body tightened up ready to strike forward when he felt a tap on his shoulder. She was behind him. In his youth, she’d be dead before she even attempted to phase past him…but time has gotten the best of him. He smiled as the clang of the sword dropped to the floor.
“First strike and it’s a tap on my shoulder? Times have definitely changed,” Veyl slowly spoke. His posture completely relaxed once the realization came that she wasn’t going to harm him, at least not yet anyway.
“Here I thought your kind were quick…maybe your quickness has moved to –other- areas,” she snickered while speaking. “Your mouth is certainly faster then your reflexes old Elf,” she vanished once more with a slight popping noise and appeared near the fire crouched down. She gently placed her hands up in front of the flames.
She was young in appearance, long golden tresses curled and bounced off her shoulders mid spine. She was wearing a dress of scarlet satin which hung loosely from burgundy straps. The length d#@!&d over her knees and spread out like a puddle beneath her. Her skin was very pale as if the sister to the snow. Lightly speckled freckles were spread all about her skin and reflected the fire light like the gems of the armchair. She was a human indeed but not any that Veyl had ever come across. His eyes soaked in her pleasant view and felt intoxicated from it.
“You’d be surprised what these old bones can do lass,” Veyl’s response snapped back.
“You’re right. I would,” she snidely replied with a beautiful smile of pearls.
There was a moment of chilling silence as their eyes intertwined and locked. The mysteries behind both of them clashing with brutal conflict, neither had a clue what the other was about.
“How’d you come about this house?” she questioned with a puzzled look shifting onto her rump before the fire. Her legs criss-crossed Indian style beneath the long flowing dress, hands still making love to the flames in front of her.
“These woods are sacred to me…A lot of memories both created and buried over centuries you see,” he shrugged while walking over in her direction. “It’s the only place that I’ve ever felt as a home. This house I came across one evening before the misty moon. I took shelter here for three weeks resting and tending to the wounds that an orcish hunting party had caused. I never healed the way I did here before, so I decided to stick around a little longer to thank the owner. The owner never came.”
The young woman smiled rubbing her slender fingertips together. She gave a little nod which released some of the golden curls forward into her line of sight. Her hand lifted to the strands and pulled them back behind her peach colored earlobe. Veyl had disappeared.
“Clever elf,” while saying that she felt a tap come to her opposite shoulder.
“Surprise,” he smiled mockingly. The old man still had it.
“The owner you were looking for died decades ago. Her name was Alissa and a night elf like yourself. She was a priestess of Elune,” the smile drifted from her lips and her pristine amethyst eye shot into the flames. “She was a dear friend.”
Veyl was sitting just off to the side of her, eyes locked on the young lady. His own big hands laid to rest on the dark coverings of his thighs. Each strenuous muscle loosened up into the relaxed position. He questioned this friendship that she spoke of. She must have seen her die or been the reason behind her death. The vanishing smile of hers was surely proof of that.
“My apologies for your loss,” he said quietly. “Makes sense about the healing qualities, enchanted wood, and the windows now though. At first I figured it was just another human with an elven fetish but…”his words were instantly stopped from the sight of a lone tear streaming down her cheek. It couldn’t possibly move any slower then it was. “What did I say?”
Veyls emotional disregard for others often held up a brick wall when it came to how they might feel about a subject. In his mind the apology was given and the conversation should be continuing, but that was not the case.
“It’s nothing you said Elf, but it was definitely something you thought,” she replied. Her head dropped a bit facing the floor. The waterworks had formed and more droplets were forming and diving off her porcelain chin. Veyl did it now…but which thought was it exactly?
~PART 2: The conversation of Alissa~
"What happened to her?" Veyl questioned uneasily. "Your friend...Alissa, did you say?"
Her face was flush with emotion, eyes swelling and puffing from the ever-flowing tears. Veyl was uneasily shifting where he sat, unsure of how to handle these situations.
"Look if it's a sore subject we can skip over to how you got the scar you've been trying to hide," Veyl spoke while pointing one of his gray speckled fingers towards the nape of her neck. The wound was relatively unnoticeable to anyone other then an elf. Veyl had noticed the mark while her fingers were twisting away locks of golden tipped curls behind her ears.
"All in the same story I suppose, all in the same story," her glassy eyes had gazed upwards toward Veyl sparkling from the firelight. Something was different...her eyes had shifted colors to a brilliantly enhanced emerald. One of Veyls ruffled white eyebrows shifted up questionably from the newly colored orbs.
This woman grows more mysterious by the second...I must be weary of my questions
"And your thoughts as well..." Veyl was silenced from her once more, forgetting just as quickly the way she arrived through the door, that she could read his thoughts.
"Yes, although it's really not polite to rip into someones mind without their permission," Veyl huffed stretching his muscular forearms. "I suppose you couldn't help it."
"I merely skimmed the surface elf, it's just an old pre-cautionary measure of mine, friend or foe. A test if you will..."
"I'm relying on the fact that you didn't gut me rib to heart when you first appeared," Veyl responded. Deep in the back of his head he was still reminding himself of how easy she made it seem.
She laughed at the mischievious smirk he had curled from his lips. She seemed relatively at ease near the flames and the elderly night elf. The only thing remotely awry was the story she was holding back.
"Alissa saved my life a century ago. I can remember the night clearly even as horrific as it was. I was mislead by my former husband into believing that sprites had a home within these woods..."
"Sprites?!" Veyl interrupted rather astoundingly shocked. He heard of these mislead little beings but always cast them aside as a farmers tale.
"Yes...They -do- exist," she replied while throwing another disgusted look his way. The fire cracked once more as part of the burning wood snapped into two mish-shapen charred pieces. The womans eyes drifted back towards the flames and continued.
"My dearest husband knew of my...obsession...with them and hurried home one full moon. He had come to convince me that the followed one of them to their home in the woods. Me, being disturbingly head over heels for him, hopped to my feet without a second to lose. I had always heard stories of the woods being cursed but in my mind just thought it was conjured up to drive people away from the sprites. The night was chilled and moise from the rainfall we had in the afternoon, but that didn't matter. None of it mattered. My husband lead me quickly and deeply into the wilderness keeping a solid ten feet in front of me. That's when the mist formed..."
Her eyes shifted down and another tear streamed along her cheek. Veyl sat watching with little expression painted on his face, shifted slightly grabbing a small piece of cloth from his back pocket. He was accustomed to bringing bandages with him at all times better safe then sorry! he always thought. He offered it over to her without the slightest form of inclination of a smile. She accepted and wiped the tears away.
"Thank you...where was I? Of course...The mist. My husband had stopped and turned around before the outer edge of the missed and seemingly opened a portal behind him. It was small and black...only big enough for one. He said he loved me with a smirk and stepped into the void, disappearing without a trace. I then realized it was a trap and all the stories of the mist began alarmingly real...the screaming started. I had fallen to my knees from the sheer force of the pitch, clutched my hands over my ears," she did so in front of Veyl as her voice escalated in speed. "The horrible shrieks grew louder and flooded through the miniscule gaps of my fingers. Fully formed apparations were laughing around me, charging by my side and brushing against me at first, then tugged at my hair. One of them grabbed a fistfull and pulled me towards its would be face. Whispers came in unison:
Death was coming to claim the
unfortunate trusting wife
who followed her sweet little husband
straight to the end of her life.
I had never been more terrorfied."
Veyls eyes glew a bit brighter as the interest level peaked within his mind. He watched as every expression in her face seem to flow with the story as if she was reliving them.
"But then she came...like an Angel from the heavens. Excuse me...Like one of Elunes spirits had been sent to save me. I was shaking in a ball when she touched my shoulder. Pathetically weeping for dear life, refusing to open my eyes in fear of the touch being one of those...those...things. She spoke softly to me, reassuring me it was okay. I opened my eyes and there she was, glowing with an aura that was blindingly magnificent. I struggled to stand but only collapsed into her arms...everything went black."
"I awoke wrapped in delicately knitted, but plush, rune blankets. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the immensly distinguishable lights. Each of them colored with the most remarkable shades of the world. I truly believed that I had died and was in a great hall of the heavens..." her eyes once again drifted closed, fluttering a few more tears out. The bandage Veyl had given her once again was dabbed to her skin soaking them up.
"Alissa had saved me from the mist and took me to this home," she looked around slowly picturing the place as it were so long ago. She saw the candles brightly glowing along the walls, the enchanted ones flying above their heads, and finally Alissa standing near the doorway. With a blink of her eye it all faded back into the dusted desheveled place that Veyl had claimed.
"What happened next? Or do you not wish to divulge any further..."Veyl had spread his legs out from under him getting a little more comfort.
"If you do not mind...We have a few more full moons for the rest of the tale, I can complete it then. I grow weary of my memories and do wish to be alone for now," she quietly spoke. Her porcelain, shining hands drifted into a slow moving dance in front of the fire again. Veyl nodded and shuffled to his feet.
"If you need that blanket you spoke of," Veyl pointed towards a wooden cabinet that seemed freshly painted just as the day it was created. "I do believe I remember something just like that in there. As a matter of fact...I believe it to be one in the same." He smiled and made his way to the room furthest from the fire.