evershadow said
Nice posts. I'm wrecked, having watched the match and LOTR: Return of the King, it is now almost half 1 in the morning and I am about to hit they hay.Happy hunting!
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"And it was all because of you!"
The slap sent a tingling wave of heat up across Adrian's face, causing him to forget everything he was going to say to comfort her. He could only sit there silently, staring at the ground in complete shock. Suddenly a flash of anger appeared in his deep eyes, and he turned to glare at her, upper lip raised in a snarl. For a long moment, Adrian had become blinded by the darkness of his own humility, fists clenched tightly to keep himself from reaching out at her, heart thumping and his temperature rising, but as he slowly raised a hand to slide the hair that had gotten strewn haphazardly across his face back into place, the half-orc breathed a deep sigh and closed his eyes, trying to control himself. He couldn't hurt her. He couldn't hurt Rosalinda--or any woman for that matter--no matter what she'd done to him. He knew he'd willingly sit there and watch her carve his own heart out with a dull knife, painfully, slowly, but he would not lift a finger to her. Never could Adrian do such a thing.
He was brought back to his senses as she threw the note and it fell into his lap. With steady eyes, he watched her, listening to every struggled word she spoke. Almost cautiously, Adrian looked down at the note, then picked it up and unfolded it. "What did I ever do to you!?" Rosalinda questioned as he began to read it. Yes, it was a note saying what she'd described, and one that appeared to be written by him, but how could that be? Adrian did not recall writing such cold words, though he had to admit that the replication of his own handwriting was uncanny. He wished for a way to tell her that it was not him, but she was already convinced. The only thing he could rely on was their past together. Only their past could serve as an example as to why Adrian would never do such a thing!
He crumpled the note in his hands, hating its existence, feeling waves of emotion overcome him as he listened to her call him a bastard and accuse him of being the cause of the death of her family. He could not look her in her hurt eyes. Once she'd threatened him and left, he breathed out an even deeper sigh, tossing away the note and biting his lip in thought. "Whoever did this to us," he spoke to the empty room, "I will find them and kill them." His words were sure, for one of the things Adrian hated the most was being framed for something he had nothing to do with.
Though she warned him not to go after her, his first instinct was to do so. Adrian prepared himself for what disaster may occur by doing this, but as he was about to stand to leave, the door opened and an unfamiliar form walked in. An older woman, she came and took a seat beside him. "Boy........ You really fucked up, didn't you?" she began. Adrian couldn't help but smile at that. It was true, and that was exactly the way he felt. Listening to her describe the condition Rosalinda was in when she first arrived, he could only imagine how scared she must've been, how alone she must've felt. It made him even more determined to catch the culprit. Rosalinda... cared about him, and felt heartbroken by him, but he felt he didn't deserve her sadness.
"Why does she care about me so damned much?" he questioned the cook as she got up to leave. It would have been better if she didn't care, but would Adrian honestly want that? He didn't know. Apparently the cook did not hear him, as she went on about a man found dead in the inn in the past, hinting that Rosalinda was the one who'd done it. He smiled again. He liked this cook. She had a warm heart, and he was happy to know that she had looked after Rosalinda during her stay here. Hopefully with Cook, Rosalinda hadn't felt alone.
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Adrian thought about what Cook had said. What could he do to solve this? His only plan was to beg her to leave with him, for he was sure all of the answers would be right there in his own kingdom. The bandits, the note, the king's blatant lie about her elopement, even the mysterious way he had shown up in the forest, he would be able to get to the bottom of all that back in North Vaces. Still, it would be cruel to ask her to leave the place she now saw as home, and it would only anger her more.
He'd talk with her again, later, when he'd bring her meal. He'd treat her gently, and tell her that he would leave but bring back evidence of his innocence. That was the only thing he could promise her as of now. He'd go and come back, with something that would make her believe him. But tonight...Tonight he'd spend with her, as he did not wish to leave the inn knowing she was unhappy. Maybe they could speak to each other like they used to, and relax, without all of this tension. That was his goal, and as Adrian headed to the dining room, he was satisfied. He planned to tell cook when she'd come to serve the guests, then he'd go to see Rosalinda.
The smell of the food was heavenly. Entering the room, he noticed two girls were there, the unseeing one he recognized from earlier, but he did not recognize the other girl. Instead of rudely interrupting the maidens' conversation with his arrival, Adrian took a seat at an empty, nearby table. He placed his spear onto the table then removed the ribbon from it, fingering the blade in anticipation.
The slap sent a tingling wave of heat up across Adrian's face, causing him to forget everything he was going to say to comfort her. He could only sit there silently, staring at the ground in complete shock. Suddenly a flash of anger appeared in his deep eyes, and he turned to glare at her, upper lip raised in a snarl. For a long moment, Adrian had become blinded by the darkness of his own humility, fists clenched tightly to keep himself from reaching out at her, heart thumping and his temperature rising, but as he slowly raised a hand to slide the hair that had gotten strewn haphazardly across his face back into place, the half-orc breathed a deep sigh and closed his eyes, trying to control himself. He couldn't hurt her. He couldn't hurt Rosalinda--or any woman for that matter--no matter what she'd done to him. He knew he'd willingly sit there and watch her carve his own heart out with a dull knife, painfully, slowly, but he would not lift a finger to her. Never could Adrian do such a thing.
He was brought back to his senses as she threw the note and it fell into his lap. With steady eyes, he watched her, listening to every struggled word she spoke. Almost cautiously, Adrian looked down at the note, then picked it up and unfolded it. "What did I ever do to you!?" Rosalinda questioned as he began to read it. Yes, it was a note saying what she'd described, and one that appeared to be written by him, but how could that be? Adrian did not recall writing such cold words, though he had to admit that the replication of his own handwriting was uncanny. He wished for a way to tell her that it was not him, but she was already convinced. The only thing he could rely on was their past together. Only their past could serve as an example as to why Adrian would never do such a thing!
He crumpled the note in his hands, hating its existence, feeling waves of emotion overcome him as he listened to her call him a bastard and accuse him of being the cause of the death of her family. He could not look her in her hurt eyes. Once she'd threatened him and left, he breathed out an even deeper sigh, tossing away the note and biting his lip in thought. "Whoever did this to us," he spoke to the empty room, "I will find them and kill them." His words were sure, for one of the things Adrian hated the most was being framed for something he had nothing to do with.
Though she warned him not to go after her, his first instinct was to do so. Adrian prepared himself for what disaster may occur by doing this, but as he was about to stand to leave, the door opened and an unfamiliar form walked in. An older woman, she came and took a seat beside him. "Boy........ You really fucked up, didn't you?" she began. Adrian couldn't help but smile at that. It was true, and that was exactly the way he felt. Listening to her describe the condition Rosalinda was in when she first arrived, he could only imagine how scared she must've been, how alone she must've felt. It made him even more determined to catch the culprit. Rosalinda... cared about him, and felt heartbroken by him, but he felt he didn't deserve her sadness.
"Why does she care about me so damned much?" he questioned the cook as she got up to leave. It would have been better if she didn't care, but would Adrian honestly want that? He didn't know. Apparently the cook did not hear him, as she went on about a man found dead in the inn in the past, hinting that Rosalinda was the one who'd done it. He smiled again. He liked this cook. She had a warm heart, and he was happy to know that she had looked after Rosalinda during her stay here. Hopefully with Cook, Rosalinda hadn't felt alone.
Adrian thought about what Cook had said. What could he do to solve this? His only plan was to beg her to leave with him, for he was sure all of the answers would be right there in his own kingdom. The bandits, the note, the king's blatant lie about her elopement, even the mysterious way he had shown up in the forest, he would be able to get to the bottom of all that back in North Vaces. Still, it would be cruel to ask her to leave the place she now saw as home, and it would only anger her more.
He'd talk with her again, later, when he'd bring her meal. He'd treat her gently, and tell her that he would leave but bring back evidence of his innocence. That was the only thing he could promise her as of now. He'd go and come back, with something that would make her believe him. But tonight...Tonight he'd spend with her, as he did not wish to leave the inn knowing she was unhappy. Maybe they could speak to each other like they used to, and relax, without all of this tension. That was his goal, and as Adrian headed to the dining room, he was satisfied. He planned to tell cook when she'd come to serve the guests, then he'd go to see Rosalinda.
The smell of the food was heavenly. Entering the room, he noticed two girls were there, the unseeing one he recognized from earlier, but he did not recognize the other girl. Instead of rudely interrupting the maidens' conversation with his arrival, Adrian took a seat at an empty, nearby table. He placed his spear onto the table then removed the ribbon from it, fingering the blade in anticipation.
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Adrian listened to Llywelyn's tale closely, though it wasn't much of a surprise. He had gotten lost in the forest, similar to Adrian himself. Had everyone here become lost as well? Did Rosalinda endure the same terrors? It seemed as if she worked here, so she must have been here for awhile. Adrian was curious to know how she found herself here aswell. At the young wizard's request to address him as "Llyw", Adrian smiled and nodded. 'Llywelyn of Oaktower' was a mouthful, so such a nickname was welcomed. Thinking about it now, Adrian found he was quite familiar with this wizard, as the previous advisor had written a book on wizards and their teachings. In his free time, Adrian would go through the former advisor's things and learn what he had learned, and he remembered seeing Auredhel's name many times throughtout the book. He made note to visit the wizard after he returned to his kingdom.
Once Llyw had finished speaking, Rosalinda approached them once again. Adrian watched with amusement as she went off on a banter. She spoke a mile a minute, and it was foolish to even attempt to comprehend what she was saying. She suggested a bath, and the image of a tub full of bubbling, steamy water caused Adrian to fill an instant yearning to wash up and relax. Rosalinda left to shout at some men, but returned to ask for their names. It was clear to him that she didn't recognize him now, and he felt a bit insulted by it. The half-breed stood tall as he watched Llyw bow and introduce himself almost gracefully, having no intention to introduce himself to her. She should already know who he was, and if she expected an introduction, then he'd stand here and wait for her to remember. Still, perhaps a hint would help her. "Adrian Raven," the half-breed spoke in a low voice, his sharp eyes observing her face for any recollection.
It didn't take as long as he thought it would, though her face at the realization shocked him. She stared up at him with wide eyes, obviously shaken, as if she had seen a ghost. She spoke something that could have been the mumblings of a mad man, and Adrian stared back at her with confusion, almost suspicion. For what reason was she afraid of him? What had he done to make her this way? His mouth opened and closed as she left, wishing to say something, but not knowing what he could say. It was possible that anything he would say would only serve to frighten her more, and whatever had frightened her, he'd wish to speak about without the company of the others.
“Oh, my...” he heard Llyw say after she had gone. Adrian wished he could offer some form of explanation, but he was bewildered himself.
"I should check to make sure the maiden is not ill," he mumbled to himself, looking off into the direction she had gone. Two men entered the scene, and one was clearly badly hurt. As he watched the newcomer drip blood, there was slight movement in the corner of his eye, and he turned. The girl, the one with the shape-shifting companion, was bent over, holding her stomach. Her pained expression revealed something Adrian hadn't noticed when he arrived. She was pregnant. "Llyw," he said to the apprentice, "let us finish our conversation later, shall we?"
With quick steps, he appeared next to the blind girl at the desk. He glanced at her unseeing eyes in a moment of curiosity, then turned to the innkeeper."Lazarus, is it?" Adrian asked. "There's many here that need to be attended to, and I'm sure you have a mage or one of other profession that could be of assistance." As he said this, he glanced back at the pregnant woman. "Do fetch someone quickly. I also beg for a moment of your time to speak with you later, as I have some questions that must be answered." With that, he turned from the innkeeper and headed off into the direction he had seen Rosalinda retreat.
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After knocking on most of the doors in the hallway, many of which were empty, Adrian finally came upon her door. The soft sound of her voice was rewarding, and he sighed as he turned the knob and entered. "Rosalinda," he whispered as he observed her sobs. "I'm aware there must be some reason for this, but I need say that there's some misunderstanding." He stopped and it grew quiet, and he went to sit beside her. Though the man in him wished to wipe away her tears, he could not bring himself to do so. They were no longer as close as they once were. "The king said that you eloped when I asked him of your location. I'm as shocked to see you here as you are of me." He informed her. "Did we not depart on good terms? Were not there smiles upon our faces the last moment we saw eachother?"
Once Llyw had finished speaking, Rosalinda approached them once again. Adrian watched with amusement as she went off on a banter. She spoke a mile a minute, and it was foolish to even attempt to comprehend what she was saying. She suggested a bath, and the image of a tub full of bubbling, steamy water caused Adrian to fill an instant yearning to wash up and relax. Rosalinda left to shout at some men, but returned to ask for their names. It was clear to him that she didn't recognize him now, and he felt a bit insulted by it. The half-breed stood tall as he watched Llyw bow and introduce himself almost gracefully, having no intention to introduce himself to her. She should already know who he was, and if she expected an introduction, then he'd stand here and wait for her to remember. Still, perhaps a hint would help her. "Adrian Raven," the half-breed spoke in a low voice, his sharp eyes observing her face for any recollection.
It didn't take as long as he thought it would, though her face at the realization shocked him. She stared up at him with wide eyes, obviously shaken, as if she had seen a ghost. She spoke something that could have been the mumblings of a mad man, and Adrian stared back at her with confusion, almost suspicion. For what reason was she afraid of him? What had he done to make her this way? His mouth opened and closed as she left, wishing to say something, but not knowing what he could say. It was possible that anything he would say would only serve to frighten her more, and whatever had frightened her, he'd wish to speak about without the company of the others.
“Oh, my...” he heard Llyw say after she had gone. Adrian wished he could offer some form of explanation, but he was bewildered himself.
"I should check to make sure the maiden is not ill," he mumbled to himself, looking off into the direction she had gone. Two men entered the scene, and one was clearly badly hurt. As he watched the newcomer drip blood, there was slight movement in the corner of his eye, and he turned. The girl, the one with the shape-shifting companion, was bent over, holding her stomach. Her pained expression revealed something Adrian hadn't noticed when he arrived. She was pregnant. "Llyw," he said to the apprentice, "let us finish our conversation later, shall we?"
With quick steps, he appeared next to the blind girl at the desk. He glanced at her unseeing eyes in a moment of curiosity, then turned to the innkeeper."Lazarus, is it?" Adrian asked. "There's many here that need to be attended to, and I'm sure you have a mage or one of other profession that could be of assistance." As he said this, he glanced back at the pregnant woman. "Do fetch someone quickly. I also beg for a moment of your time to speak with you later, as I have some questions that must be answered." With that, he turned from the innkeeper and headed off into the direction he had seen Rosalinda retreat.
After knocking on most of the doors in the hallway, many of which were empty, Adrian finally came upon her door. The soft sound of her voice was rewarding, and he sighed as he turned the knob and entered. "Rosalinda," he whispered as he observed her sobs. "I'm aware there must be some reason for this, but I need say that there's some misunderstanding." He stopped and it grew quiet, and he went to sit beside her. Though the man in him wished to wipe away her tears, he could not bring himself to do so. They were no longer as close as they once were. "The king said that you eloped when I asked him of your location. I'm as shocked to see you here as you are of me." He informed her. "Did we not depart on good terms? Were not there smiles upon our faces the last moment we saw eachother?"
Adrian could not help but grin at the young man's strangely cheerful introduction. "I am not here to take your soul," he assured him, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. This man could not have been any older than twenty and one years, and he appeared to be human. It had been awhile since Adrian was approached willfully by a human being, as there weren't many in North Vaces, and the humans that were near did not dare to speak to him. There were many different reasons he had thought up that could explain such a thing, but he could never know the true reason. "I am Adrian Raven, personal advisor to the king of North Vaces," he spoke, removing his hand from the younger man's shoulder and crossing his arms. Adrian did not feel the need to mention his father, as his father was no longer a part of his life. "Though it may not be a pleasure to meet under these conditions," his sharp eyes glanced back at the treacherous forest, "I do say that it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Llywelyn of Oaktower." That having been said, Adrian bowed to him, though doing such would not be necessary in his own kingdom, considering Llywelyn his junior. Still, he did not know of Oaktower's customs and it would be best to treat others with respect at a time like this.
As he rose from the bow, he noticed the door to the inn open and a woman come out. She came as if expecting them, introducing herself as Rosalinda and mentioning a fellow named Lazarus, an innkeeper. So Adrian was right, this was a haven, but why there would be one here still puzzled him. Why would Lazarus--if Adrian had heard the name correctly--choose to hold an inn in such an unwelcoming area? He had to be either fool or genius. Or, Adrian considered, this could all be a trap. What puzzled him even more was this girl. Her face was familiar, and her name, awfully familiar. Her image tugged at the back of his mind, yet he could not bring the memory forth. He had seen her somewhere--no, he knew her, but who could she be? "Rosalinda," his lips mumbled, as his eyebrows drew together thoughtfully.
He watched the woman run about the inn with a strong gaze, not really listening to what she was saying, yet unable to remove his eyes from her. Who was she? Why did she seem so familiar? At this rate he'd earn himself a headache, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her. To distract himself, Adrian place his hand on to Llywelyn's shoulder once more, unknowingly gripping a bit tighter than what would be acceptable. He watched as she tended to the maiden that had called out earlier, whom seemed to be struggling with her ailment, and he grimaced at the thought of having to travel through the forest without his sight. He watched her leave and come back, and was caught off guard when she approached him. "I hope the clothes are to your liking sir!" she'd said, looking up at him with bright eyes and an innocent smile.
It struck him like a kick to the chest and he could've sworn he heard the sound of a flute as the realization came over him. He recognized her now, though she did not seem to recognize him, and as she left once more, an almost wicked grin crossed his face. Rosalinda Montoya, we meet here? What a pleasant coincidence. That smile hadn't changed, even after all of those years. He knew he must speak to her, but such a confrontation would have to wait until later. He'd have to become acquainted with the others beforehand.
"Llywelyn of Oaktower," Adrian called to the human. "While we wait for dinner, I beg of you conversation." As he turned to him, he realized the student's shoulder was still under his grasp, and he released him. "How does one such as yourself end up in such a place? Do tell, or I will be forever curious."
As he rose from the bow, he noticed the door to the inn open and a woman come out. She came as if expecting them, introducing herself as Rosalinda and mentioning a fellow named Lazarus, an innkeeper. So Adrian was right, this was a haven, but why there would be one here still puzzled him. Why would Lazarus--if Adrian had heard the name correctly--choose to hold an inn in such an unwelcoming area? He had to be either fool or genius. Or, Adrian considered, this could all be a trap. What puzzled him even more was this girl. Her face was familiar, and her name, awfully familiar. Her image tugged at the back of his mind, yet he could not bring the memory forth. He had seen her somewhere--no, he knew her, but who could she be? "Rosalinda," his lips mumbled, as his eyebrows drew together thoughtfully.
He watched the woman run about the inn with a strong gaze, not really listening to what she was saying, yet unable to remove his eyes from her. Who was she? Why did she seem so familiar? At this rate he'd earn himself a headache, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her. To distract himself, Adrian place his hand on to Llywelyn's shoulder once more, unknowingly gripping a bit tighter than what would be acceptable. He watched as she tended to the maiden that had called out earlier, whom seemed to be struggling with her ailment, and he grimaced at the thought of having to travel through the forest without his sight. He watched her leave and come back, and was caught off guard when she approached him. "I hope the clothes are to your liking sir!" she'd said, looking up at him with bright eyes and an innocent smile.
It struck him like a kick to the chest and he could've sworn he heard the sound of a flute as the realization came over him. He recognized her now, though she did not seem to recognize him, and as she left once more, an almost wicked grin crossed his face. Rosalinda Montoya, we meet here? What a pleasant coincidence. That smile hadn't changed, even after all of those years. He knew he must speak to her, but such a confrontation would have to wait until later. He'd have to become acquainted with the others beforehand.
"Llywelyn of Oaktower," Adrian called to the human. "While we wait for dinner, I beg of you conversation." As he turned to him, he realized the student's shoulder was still under his grasp, and he released him. "How does one such as yourself end up in such a place? Do tell, or I will be forever curious."
It's the work of God. Don't question it, Chosen One.
I see. That's true, some may not want to start immediately.
Forsythe said
Lol that never bothered me much xD I post when I feel like posting
I feel it's only fair for everyone to get out their introduction posts first. Wouldn't want to leave them behind, y'know?
I kind of want to post again lol. Is there anyone we're waiting for?
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