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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 30, 2008 19:32:32 GMT -5
"I need tah get me shrooms!" Terent complained, the slightest of tears forming in his eyes, it was pathetic, really. Terent let himself become this and now look at him, loosing his mind over a fungus. His ears jittered nervously and he tried to look towards the Tribal Leader, obviously he wasn't getting anywhere with that thought. Next came the struggling. He thrashed his legs, kicking wildly as he squirmed, he really wanted to be released, "Please! Ye don' understand!" he said, a panic rising in his voice, his purple eyes growing wide.
The Tribal Leader frowned, he really didn't want to snap Terent's neck, it wasn't exactly neccessary, "Please calm down, elf." He spoke calmly, obviously slightly edging on aggitated. "If your companion does not calm, he will be confined and I'll let our healers perhaps see to helping him with his... problem."
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Post by Arual on Jan 30, 2008 19:42:50 GMT -5
"I'm very sorry for all this trouble, Sir." he told the Tribal Leader with a bow. Valdoren remembered he still had some of the temporary solution from earlier that would sedate the need for the shrooms even if he had them in his hand. All that he had to do was "Take this!" he said, holding out the solution which had restrained the urges from getting his high (not Val's). He went up to Terent. "If you don't we'll never get back or they'll help you, and... I honestly dont think you want that."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 30, 2008 20:28:39 GMT -5
Terent shook his head, "I need me shroooms!" he shouted angrily, trying to back away from Val, but he was being held still. His purple eyes narrowed and ribbons of purple magic came bending from his fingertips, obviously Terent with the intention of cutting himself loose and a stray band made it's way for the bag, cutting through the material with ease and the rest was a simple notion of solidifying the magic in a shape where it could carry the shrooms to him.
The Tribal leader frowned, releasing one of Terent's arms and his hand gripped on the joint of Terent's neck to his shoulder and in an instant Terent collapsed to the ground, almost as if he had fainted. The Leader obviously didn't have much pity for Terent, "He'll be placed in a cell for himself untill he's made better. You can stay or you can leave, you are free to move about the village as you wish, seeing as you don't cause to much trouble." The man seemed quite annoyed and in the back of his mind he wondered why the boy had brought the nuisance back to the village.
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Post by Arual on Jan 30, 2008 21:03:05 GMT -5
[thanks. --]
"Thank you, Sir. And, I truly am sorry about all this..." Valdoren said as he watched Terent collapse and the verdict of this unseemingly fair trial take it's final judgement.
He walked off into the unknown woods, hoping perhaps he could find a way to help the teacher, and himself, get out in one piece. With an arrow between his fingers as he thought, Valdoren sighed, thinking of all these ideas and possibilities and seeing the outcome not in their favor. What could he do?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 2, 2008 17:51:30 GMT -5
Terent's eyes opened for a moment, Valdoren gone, his mind grew panicked, "VALDOREN! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" He shouted, hoping wherever the student was, he was able to hear it, there was a fear in the voice, Terent was put into confinement for his stay, and the dark hut was more secure than it looked and no matter how hard the elf tried, the walls were solid and he looked around, there was the door, but he was all too familiar with the concept of guards... his mind raced, strength returning to him instantly. He was captive now, captive... captive... the thought bringing terror into him as memories were brought to the front of his mind, terrible pain and tortures, since the Viriseans were ever the creative bunch. Especially when it came to thier prisoners. Terent wasn't here for torture or the sort, not at all, but that didn't matter to him, he was enclosed, trapped, and his mind only rationalized that he was in Virisea again, that hellish land that had devoured so much of his life...
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Post by Arual on Feb 2, 2008 17:58:36 GMT -5
Valdoren heard the shout and he stopped his steps, a wince which was almost bringing on a tear capturing his facial expression. The seventeen year old bent his head in a sense of confusion and guilt for what he did. "I'm sorry Terent." he whispered to the endless rows of trees and fallen leaves beneath his feet.
He had to get her or he couldn't do anything at all for Terent.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 2, 2008 18:09:19 GMT -5
"VALDOREN!" Terent shouted, ribbons of purple magic shot from him, but they didn't penetrate the walls of the building, his body curled up into a ball and he sat there on the floor, magic bursting from in in frantic whips and he muttered something under his breath, something sad and frightened as he awaited someone to enter through the doorway with some new device of torture, or some idea for a new tattoo, a new design, a new adornment that would burn his flesh. "please..." his tone couldn't be described as anything else, other than weeping. He was captive... trapped, over fourty years of capture rang in his mind, piling up on his soul once again, already, he seemed to wish he was dead. He was not the person who handled being kept locked up well.
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Post by Arual on Feb 2, 2008 18:33:23 GMT -5
He went further, unable to hear the second cry. Valdoren looked alert in his regret as he shed a tear. He had to get the girl he was trying to find when..... "You needed me?" a feminie voice rang softly and sweetly, like honey. Valdoren looked at her, a barely forced up smirk, "Yes, I do. I've gotten myself into another situation- if you would so lightly call it so. I need you're help........." His hands shook a bit in their place at his sides. The girl took his hands and steadied them from getting out an arrow and fiddling with it; her own soft and steady, a sort of affection between the two. "Valdoren, calm down. Tell me what you got yourself into, okay?" Her bright green eyes looked like pure shards of emerald diamonds, her black hair curled from the top of her head where a pink ribbon held it in place, and her victorian styled dress covered her up in bright breen, blue, white and pink fabrics similar to what they put on most prom dresses to look shiny these days. Valdoren nodded, starting to tell her everything from beginning to end.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 2, 2008 18:46:45 GMT -5
There was food there for Terent, but he wouldn't touch it, he sat there, curled tightly, breathing through his respirator looking untrustingly at the food as his stomach growled angrily, the food was likely to be poisoned, he thought in the back of his mind, purple eyes narrowed, the short elf wasn't faring well with the few hours he had been in the hut, prisoner. They passed like years to him and he seemed to have grown much too much older for it to have had been hours. He had large bags under his eyes and his limbs shook fearfully. It seemed almost as if he was having a bad trip on some shrooms. But he wasn't. He was just terrified.
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Post by Arual on Feb 3, 2008 21:50:08 GMT -5
The couple ran as fast as they could to get to a place close enough to Terent's location, and also a place where nobody would find and or hear them. The girl looked to Valdoren with shimmering and concerned green eyes for her companion and the unknown person trapped away. Valdoren was running with soft footsteps; especially as an archer you have to have that basic skill from day one. The wind grew cold and burnt his cheeks, turning some parts of them beat red, his chest trying to gain as much oxygen as it could as he sprinted along side the girl. "Scarlet.....stop- we're close enough- now." he told her stopping his legs from moving. The girl now known as Scarlet then stopped as well, leaning over panting to get her breath back into her. "So, what's the plan?" she asked gasping between her third word. "I- I don't know."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 3, 2008 22:05:21 GMT -5
Inside his confinement, Terent was shivvering, his back to the entrance and his eyes staring blankly at a wall, he made loose, uncomprehensable ramblings under his breath, he had been given some sort of medicine, it kept him from needing shrooms, and it normally would have helped him considerably, if it hadn't been for the current situation. "Maybe today we can try something new, the possibilities are endless, yes, I know, then you're prepared for what we came up with, no I didn't say that, but you're going to go through with it anyways, of course, not like I have a choice anyways, of course you'd see it my way, hmm? Of course, sir. So we'll begin now, yes. I look forward for what today brings, I'm sure you do..." some conversation from long ago echoed through his mind, Terent spoke both sides of the conversation in a manner that seemed to protray that all the sanity had been drained from his body and he seemed to almost cry as he lay there, his mutterings streaming from one day to the next, a few shouts among them, though the words were incoherent and were nothing but jibberish, Terent was sent into a series of convulsions, some odd number code streaming past his lips before he grew calm again. Terent's mind was an unstable one.
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Post by Arual on Feb 4, 2008 15:13:53 GMT -5
Scarlet's green eyes narrowed sadly and were also tinted with determination. "Alright, Valdoren. Just hold on a minute." The healer and smart young woman wrote on her notepad which she had always had with her for determining diseases and such, writing down something on the paper before folding it up. Valdoren waited, sitting on the ground calmly, his back straight and his hand shaking from not drawing out an arrow to twirl in between his fingers. Although, that was immediately seen by the girl and her hand gently went on his in a way that said 'calm down.' and his hands were then calm. Scarlet whistled and a bird flew from the air. She handed the guardian of the heavens that written on paper as she whispered it something closely to its receptors (ears, same thing); then she saw it fly away. "I didn't know you were a animal person, Scarlet." Val said in surprise. "Well, love, you'd be surprised at all the things I can do when times call for such acts." she retorted with a smile and a wink of her eye. 'Love'...no, she was not intimate with him (not sexually) quite officially; but at times, she threw the word into her sentence.
[they've known each other about a year and a half by this point and they both like the other person very much; however, both Scarlet and Valdoren are very polite and far too proper to just go and admit it so up front]
Valdoren caught the smile and the wink, a smile of his own thrown in with it- but the thought of Terent's mental state continued to bring his bright face to a lifeless one. "Indeed, but- Scarlet?" "What is it?" "What did you write in that letter?" "I told him that we are coming to help him as fast and soon as possible, not to worry, and that the minute we find out what's going on- we will figure out how to get him out of there." she returned with an occasional seriousness in her sweet echoing voice.
The letter was dropped into the cell or holding place in which Terent now resided in; the paper landing in his lap.
Dear Terent, Please hold on as long as you can. Until we both kow the full story on what they plan to do to you, we cannot do anything. My name is Scarlet, a close friend of Valdoren's who's assisting him. We plan to go to the leader and ask what's going on. We will get you out of there Terent..... I promise. You must promise me that you will do what you can to stay where you are though, no matter how bad it may become. - Scarlet
PS. Valdoren is feeling horribly for leaving you there, and is overwherlmed with guilt- even though I tell him it's not his fault. Perhaps, even if you don't particularly enjoy his company....at least thank him.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 4, 2008 16:57:41 GMT -5
Terent looked at the paper for a few moments and he opened it, his hands shaking nervously and he let his eyes fall over the text, the words tumbling into his head and he looked around for a few moments as if they would be standing there ready to free him at this moment. His breathing quick through the respirator "Valdoren?!" He shouted, "Sca'let, miss?!" He uttered as loud as possible, as if they were guardian angels coming for him, heaven sent and that they would come with his calls. It could be noticed that Smitty was nowhere to be seen, which was certainly odd considering that Terent was usually not without his odd gecko dragon friend.
~Meanwhile~
The tribe leader had a worried expression on his face and he shook his head, "He is a poor soul, isn't he?" He asked the healer who just entered his hut, the leader's brown eyes carried an expression of what seemed to be pity in thier depths.
"He's making wonderful progress with his separation from the drug, though... and already. He should be fine in a week... well... mostly fine...." The healer said, her voice sounding unsure, she wasn't sure if what they were doing was completely good for the elf, but the drugs the elf was so addicted to started to leave thier mark on Terent long ago and it was exceedingly dangerous for him to keep up the habit. The woman who stood there, an odd woman, really. She seemed no older than perhaps her mid twenties but her eyes were tired and weary like those of an old woman and her hands were callused and withering. Her silver hair pulled back and away from her face so her expressions could be seen clearly. Her pale blue eyes like bright pools amidst her dark skin, "I worry about the psychological effects of the ordeal, though..."
"You think I haven't realized this long ago?" The tribal leader asked, sounding only slightly annoyed, "I told him what the consequences would be if he came back, and he did. I was lenient and he still searched for some kind of punishment. If that's really what he wants than so be it. We're still repairing the damage from the last time he came through here with his drugs and you remember the wreckage, don't you?"
"Yes, of course, sir..." the healer nodded before turning to leave, "I know this seems neccessary, the treatment is in the best intentions, but maybe the punishment following it may be a bit too high for the poor elf."
"Monitor him, and send updates to me whenever you deem that they are needed, I'll trust your judgement and I'll listen to your advice, of course." The leader nodded, dismissing the healer for now. He watched the woman leave and he rubbed his temples as if he had a headache, he really did, in all actuality. Dealing with people in this manner wasn't his nature, but he was losing patience and it was best to end the problem now, and considering the fits that the elf entered from the mushrooms... he thought this might be the overall best option... though he was having his own second guesses.
Wait a second... they said something about wreckage? How long was Terent in that tree, afterall?
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Post by Arual on Feb 4, 2008 17:40:20 GMT -5
It took a long time to think of a plan, but they eventually had. Valdoren knew exactly what to do, but the problem was if he pestered the leader, the two rescuers would be locked up or thrown out of the village....and neither of the two would be helping the elf. "Valdoren," Scarlet said running, "besides the drug after effects, does Terent have and problems with his past or- anything like that that you know of?" "No, but the way he was screaming when I left to find you.....it seemed like there was possibly something quite unfortunate to what you might be thinking...." "Well, if so- he may not last long enough. A sensitive mind can't handle physiological trauma, Valdoren!" her pink lips moved as she talked and her skin went pale from the cold which was coming on with the seasons.
Scarlet stopped, and they waited until she cooled down before proceeding. Only a few steps in a different direction before Valdoren looked over his shoulder to her. "Scarlet, please- be careful." "I'll be alright, Love. I promise with every fiber of my being."A kiss. It was only on the cheek; but for two proper kids, it was like a french kiss, and she strode off into the village with her stunning little outfit on her blooming body until she got to the Tribal Leaders Tent where she was stopped and escorted. Valdoren's face went red with a huge blush. "She....she kissed me!" the teen thought happily and stunned as he stood stiff for another minute before running off to go to do what he was meant to.
(NO, im not showing her as sexy...Scarlet's from the like Victorian age and the medieval ages all at the same time. She's a good little actress who's nearly impossible to see through at her young age of 17 1/2 - 18.)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 4, 2008 18:23:43 GMT -5
The Tribal Leader looked towards Scarlet as she entered, "It seems that I'm being blessed with many visitors lately." he smiled, a slight bow to the young lady, his brown eyes shimmering with a welcoming kindness, though the stress he was dealing with lately was evident as well in his gaze. He seemed like good enough of a person, really. "What might be the occasion of your visit?" He inquired.
~Meanwhile...~
Terent looked around frantically, "well Terent, you seem in bad shape, yes indeed, ve'y much so, sir... perhaps you'd like to be fixed up a bit, and then you can maybe tell us a few things, I'm sure you know something or other that would be of use, no, I swear teh ye, I don'. I know nothin' o' tha sort..." Terent muttered to himself, his ears pricking up attentively, listening for someone, anyone who approached. He heard footsteps outside and he ran to the entrance of the hut that he was trapped in and one of the guards at the entrance barred his way, Terent hit his shoulder hard and fell back into the room, his purple eyes narrowed slightly as he looked through the light for whoever it was outside, but there was nobody there, no helpful soul there to free him. "Oh, I'm sure you're not thinking hard enough, perhaps there's something we can do to persuade you? I'm tellin' the lot of ye tha truth! I know nothin', please unde'stand, please... please... PLEASE!" Terent's half mad slurred speech grew louder as he sat there, gazing out into the free air, the tone more frantic. Terent's already mangled lungs constricting and his throat closing to make breathing more difficult for himself, his mind replaying random moments from his past. Causing himself pain and Terent couldn't stand it.
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