Spirits of the Earth

Megan was silently sweeping off the dust and dirt from the small steps of her grandfather's coffee shop. She was a young vibrant women with golden blonde hair and pale white skin. She had a perfect tint to her lips, almost as if they were brushed with a red rose petal.

She sighed as she knew that there was more work to do. Her grandfather was somewhat old and couldn't really care for the shop himself, yet he refused to sell it. It was almost as if it was his prized possesion. After many countless times of arguing with him she gave up.

She sweeped the last remaning dirt off the steps and then looked up, her pale blue eyes skimming over the busy street. She quickly fixed her pink rose petal skirt and white tank top. She turned around, opened the door with a cling of the bell and went inside.

The coffee shop wasn't particulary busy, but it did have few customers, yet none to catch your eye. She took a seat onto one of the black mesh chairs and waited. Waiting for what? Even she didn't know.

Birds chirped loudly, calling to the sun with much awaited exuberance as the moon slipped behind the horizon.  It was a beautiful morning and they were more than willing to celebrate to the fullest.  With a new day brought new chances, new beginnings, new choices.  Nothing could go wrong while such loveliness still graced the earth with her glowing presence, bringing life to the young, the old, the sick...the sun was beautiful in her mercy on her people, and the birds rejoiced.

In the side alley the birds song echoed against the walls, reaching the ears of a man sleeping off his night of bawdy jests and parties which he scarcely remembered.  He groaned as their jubilant song seemed to echo fifty times louder in his skull sending his mind reeling with a thousand daggers rapping against his head.

"Damn..birds...." he muttered angrily, covering his eyes with his hands to keep the sunlight from piercing his eyes.  He didn't know how long he had been out, but it was apparent he hadn't made it far from the tavern the night before and now lay in an unfamiliar alley with a very familiar headache.

With a groan he turned to his side, using one of the walls to help him to his feet as he kept his eyes closed tightly, risking the smallest movement of his eyelids in order to see a sliver of where he had spent the rest of his night.

"Damn...taverns." he muttered under his breath.  It wasn't like he meant it though.  If there was anyone who enjoyed a well filled pint it was Andwyad, even if today's bedchamber wasn't nearly as comfortable as the ones he'd shared in the past.

What he did know was that the smell of coffee was well placed and sent his stomach rumbling.  He needed something to help wake him...help make his mind a little less foggy.  Perhaps after some food and a nice glass of caffeine he would be able to remember a little bit more of what transpired last night.

Stumbling into the street he followed his nose to the small shop and entered, the bell ringing like a gong in his hung-over ears.  He didn't care at all about his looks as he walked to the counter and placed his order.  His shirt was hanging out of his breeches and smeared with what appeared to be charcoal, his black hair had fallen out of its braid and  fell across his shoulders in a tangled mess and somehow, in the course of events, he had managed to lose his shoes.

"The strongest ya got..." he told whoever was manning the counter, paying for his drink and stumbling off to sit in the nearest chair.

As she sat in her black mesh chair, taking a break from all the work, she couldn't help but feel her dull mind wander into the depths of day dreaming. The coffee shop was bosterious with many conversations, yet her mind did not want to choose one to listen too. Her tiered mind couldn't think straight and all she wanted too do was rest for a little. She cupped her face in her hands and heaved a sigh, today was going to be another long day.

When the door bell rang again, she did not look up, thinking it was just another customer. However, one the person had spoken only then did her pale sky blue eyes shift up to stare.

It was a gruff man who looked as if he had had a rough night. He had slight bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept, and he seemed slow reacted. She could only help but feel her tinted red lips curve into a smile. At least she wasn't him!

As the man took his seat at another black mesh table and chair she stood up and straightened her skirt once more. She should soon get a new one, this one was starting to get to short for her. She shuffled her way towards the counter and traced her fingers upon the drawrs where she pulled out a small note pad.

Before she could make her way over to the man, however, a couple with thin frail children behind them came up and ordered a large qauntity of bagels. Her smile faltered for one minute but then quickly regained it's arch. She hurried into the back of the kitchen to fill their order. Breakfast was always the busiest time.

Once they're order was filled she quickly grabbed the note pad and a pen and made her way over to the mans table. She put on the best fake smile she could and said,
"Would you like anything else? A pastry, or bagel perhaps? We have just gotten a new shipment of onion bagels, and they're quite good"! She hoped she sounded cheerful enough. This man somewhat looked depressed.

Maybe she could make him feel better?






(OOC:Sorry, it's kinda crapy but I'm somewhat tiered, and I really can't spell. Thanks for RP'ing with me!

ooc: no problem!  ^_^  if that's a crappy post you don't want to see what a crappy post of mine is XD haha.  Also, just wanted to let you know that this is an rpg that borders more on the medieval...sort of...basically no electronics and such unless you live in Connlaoth ^^;; just fyi if you didn't know!

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The man blinked as he realized that someone was speaking to him.  He blinked up at her for a few seconds uncomprehending until it dawned on him that she was actually talking and asking him questions...

Damnit!  That must have been one hell of a night for him to be this disoriented!  How many pints of ale had he had?  It was almost as if he had been drugged, but then the only thing he noted was missing were his boots.  If someone had drugged him they'd have at least taken his money one would think!

No...he just had too much fun, that was it, and considering how light his coffers were this lovely morning, proved that it had been quite a bit of fun.  Hopefully he hadn't done anything stupid...he didn't want to find out in a year that he had some bastard son living in the seaside town of Cerenis with his dear ol' mum who couldn't take care of him and was sending after Andwyad to help with finances!

He supressed a shiver.  It might seem odd to some people, especially with how loose he was himself, that one of his largest fears was fathering a child.

heh...not like it would be his fault anyways....it would be the gals fault one-hundred percent.  She should have known better than bedding a drunk man!  It didn't matter if she was gone herself!  Bah...he just wanted to have fun, not be tied down by superficial things.

"eh..." he looked in his purse and produced one silver and two copper pieces, "I on'y got this..." he told her, looking back with his sable eyes, "Anythin' ya got for this'll be good."

(OOC:, Oh my gosh, I didn't know it was in midevil, I'm sorry, I'll do better.. LOL)

As she stood there waiting for the man to reply she could feel her sences dim once again as her mind began to wonder. The man before her seemed to be lost in thought and she could feel herself doing the same. Though, no minute later, the man's voice brought her back and made her feel the weight of the world. She put back on her fake cheery smile.

"Sure, I'll be right back with a pastrie".


Their coffee shop was the best, but only because it was the only one. She couldn't really describe it in her own words. The walls were just plain wood and the floor was dirt.(I hope that's like Midevil) There was only but one window. There was a counter, and then a door behind it for the kitchen. The black mesh chairs and tables were iron and she thought they gave off a sickining smell.


She took the two copper coins from the mans purse and headed quickly back into the kitchen. Her grandfather lay on the floor, un moving. She stopped dead short, staring at the impossible.

Quickly regaining herself she ran over and dropped to her knees, dirting her pink rose skirt. "Grandfather, Papa, please wake up, please"!? She felt dizzy and out of place, almost as if she was going to panick. He still did not move. She placed her ear against his chest.

There was no pulse.

He was old, she knew that, but he wasn't that old. She cupped her head in her hands and began to cry, when suddenly she heard protests from outside the door, telling her to hurry with their orders. She took a deep breath, a sob racking her body and moved her Grandfather, so that his back was to the wall. She quickly grabbed the pastrie out of one of the straw baskets and then a new tin pot which held the coffee, and another cup incase a new customer came, she always had too do that.

She rubbed her puffy red eyes and then quickly made her way out the door. She served the coffee to the complaining customers and then brought the pastrie back to the man. "S-sorry it took so long, h-here is your pastrie"! Her voice was somewhat shrill and it quaverd like a snake. She felt at any minute she might collapse.

She took a deep breath, no, she shouldn't do that.

But what if she couldn't help it!

She can help it, she just needs to try!

Suddenly the cup in her hand broke and shattered. Flying up to the ceilieng as if some unmistakble force had done it. Her eyes widened as she droped to her knees and began to pick up the shards of the cup.

What a day.

ooc: tehehe...well...medieval isn't really the right term, it was late and I couldn't think of how else to explain it!  Basically SotE is a post ragnorak world that is rebuilding itself....um...if that makes anything clearer then yay!  Otherwise I pretty much fail at life ;_; again.... ^^;;

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Andwyad wasn't sure how long he waited for his food, in fact he was pretty much oblivious to the antics of the world around him for the moment.  His head still ached, but the warm drink helped to soothe the pain and lifted the fog from his visage.  It wasn't until the customers around him started to complain that he realized something was amiss.

How long had that girl been gone?  He couldn't say, but everyone else around him seemed to be annoyed with the wait, tapping their feet and yelling obsenities toward the back room where the worker had apparently gone.  Of course, he hadn't really noticed where she walked before and was only stipulating.  It was apparently a pretty good guess as the girl hurried out of the back a few moments later and continued to serve the customers.

The man didn't really notice anything wrong at first, but when she handed him the pastry his two lonely coppers had bought he caught a good look at her face.  It had been long enough that he wasn't groggy from waking and immediately caught at her hand.

"Are ya ok?"  he asked, genuinly concerned.  Something was obviously wrong, but girls..they cried at everything, so it probably wasn't something dire.  Mayhap she was scolded for doing something wrong...or her love ran away with some other gal.  Ha!  That seemed to happen a lot.  It couldn't be anything awful.  "If ya were yelled at, yer doin' a fine job o'runnin' the shop."  good good, being nice was the first step.  That always helped gals stop crying!

Megan heaved a sigh. How she wished that was only her problem..getting yelled at. She collected the remaining shards of the cup and stood up. Her eyes starting to sting with fresh new tears.  Should she tell him about her Grandfather? No, it probably wouldn't be right to tell a customer that the owner of the coffee shop just passed away in the kitchen, that sounded just down right vile. She heaved another sigh, but she had to tell somebody.

"I don't know if I'm okay....." Her voice trailed off into thoughts as horrid pictures of her grandfather kept coming into view. She needed to sit down.

Without thinking she sat at the table of the man, cupping her face in her hands. She knew the man was trying to cheer her up, but it obviously wasn't working. He must think her absurd! A few flecks of golden blonde hair fell down into her face.

"I didn't get yelled at....it's..." She didn't have to tell him where her Grandfather was, she could just tell the man she lost somebody. But why dump all her problems onto a complete stranger, that wasn't exactly freindly or polite. Oh, she didn't know what to say! He commented on her running the shop well and that almost made her tinted red lips curve, but not much.

She wiped her eyes with her delicate pale hands. "I'm sorry for being like this, she held her hand up to the man, her voice was almost like a whisper,"I'm Megan, and I'm sorry to  have kept you waiting for your pastry, would you like another refill of coffee?" Her voice was not at all cheerful, but she didn't have the strenghth to pretend to be.


As she waited for the man, her mind began to wander. What was she going to do now? Grandfather was the only family she had had left, no one else. Her mother and father were dead, from some kind of horrible sickness. She did not have any siblings. She also had another question, what about the cup? How did it break so easily in her hand without her even barely touching it. She sighed, a lot of weird things, like that, have been happening lately, somehow all related too her.

She turned back to the man, she placed a slight smile on her tinted red lips as only one stray tear fell down her pale cheek from her baby blue eyes.


OOC: Sorry, it's kinda crappy.. but I did really want to reply back,and I also want to say thanks for rping with me. You made me feel so happy I could cry! :cry:  :lol:

ooc: tehehehe!  No problem at all!  And that wasn't crappy!  ^_^

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A frown appeared on his handsome features that he couldn't quite supress.  There was definitely something going on here that she wasn't telling.  Well, obviously she wasn't telling!  She just skirted around his question, claiming she was fine when tears were still leaking out of her freaking face!

Girls!  He couldn't help thinking in exasperation.  Why did they always have to be so secretive and manipulative?  She was probably hoping that he'd come and rescue her, or take an interest in her because she was 'distraut'.

Ok...so maybe that wasn't fair, but he couldn't help thinking it!  It certainly was something that a gal would do!

Ah, damnit, but he had gotten his compassionate side wound up and now he couldn't just let her walk away without spilling her guts or something.  So she hadn't been yelled at, that was a relief.  At least he didn't have to coo and whisper telling her it was ok and that whatever yellage there was had been ill founded....that was a good thing....but...gyah!  Why did he have to be so compassionate at times?  One day he could take out his sword and kill a man for cheating and the next he was offering his shoulder for a stranger to cry on.

Heh...what an amazing manly man he was.

"Naaw!" he exclaimed quietly as she picked up the rest of the glass that had broken.  He didn't take any notice on exactly how it broke, just considering it one of the freak accidents that happened.  "Don' think like that!  Ya've nothin' t'be sorry for!  C'mon, stay here and tell me wha's got ya all leakin'.  An' ya didn' keep me waitin'.  I needed the time t'straighten out my thoughts."  it was true enough.  He had been completely out of it before and at least now he had some semblance of a normal thought.  Jeez but drinks made him soft!  Most people got pissy after waking up like he had, but he was special enough to be kind when his head ached.

She could only smile and was about to sit down when a customer cried out in protest at the long waitt they were having to endure to get a mug of coffee. Her head somewhat drooped in frustration as she pushed the black mesh chair back into place and quickly hurried to fill the customer's needs. Now she was in charge of this coffee shop and no one else. More customers' cried out.

"Where's are coffee?!"

"I've been waiting twen'minutes I say!"

"God damn woman, hurry up!"

She quickly waltzed her way around the tables to fill the orders of the bothered customers. She became more frustrated as each customer called out. It took her a full ten minutes just to get everything slightly settled down and calmed.

"Ms? I want a pastry!"

"Where's the coffee, we've been waiting the longest!"

" Hurry, damn woman!"

The coffee shop was begining to get noisy and boisterous. She heaved a sigh. This time it took twenty minutes for everything to get settled. When the conversations finally took back to their normal tones only then did she relax a little. Today was to much, she quickly moved over and put the wooden 'Closed' sign up in the only window.The letters were carved into the wood and then simply painted with black.  She went back to the man.

"Um...sorry about that... as you can see it's somewhat busy..." She didn't have much to explain for the man probably had seen it himself. He seemed concerned for her and she could only smile.

"You seem so concerned for me, yet I don't even know your name". she replied, staring at him with her puffy, baby blue eyes. She heaved another sigh, she seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "If you really must know, you should go and take a look in the kitchen, it will explain more than I myself can put in words". Her tone was somewhat like a whisper, yet not that depressed. It came out sounding more brisk.

She didn't feel like speaking the truth out loud, it was too painful too.


She stared at the man, waiting for his reaction. She was begining to like this man (friendly, because they just met, lol) and yet, she didn't even know his name.


(OOC: What do you want too do for a little twist to the plot?)

ooc: hmmm....we could always say the girl is being targeted and her grandfather happened to be in the way or something?  Then she'd have to be on the run from evil assassins!  *le gasp*

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He watched with slight amusement as the girl skuttled around the shop filling everyone's orders as if nothing at all had gone awry.  If anything, it looked like thousands of people had run in at the same time and she was the only person working, not that they had just accumulated while she had been in the back and then talking to him.  How long had it been?  Twenty minutes or so?  Sheesh, people were so rushed.  And rude...all they cared about was food.

Well, food was good too, and perhaps under different circumstances he would have been just as bitchy as the rest of the crowd.  But not today.  Today the moaning and complaining only helped to intensify his hang-over and he grumbled curses under his breath.  He probably should have been a sailor, with the color of his mouth.

Finally pulling his thoughts away from the masses, Andwyad focused on his pastry contemplating how he should go about eating the sticky mess.  He could be civilized and use some sort of utensil, or he could just dig in with his hands....it probably wouldn't be the most proper thing to do, but then he had just woken up in a back alley without the slightest memory of what transpired the previous night!

He did remember that there had been a lot of people and every one of them had drunk their weight in ale.  It had been fun!  He did remember striking up a rounding chorus of some song that everyone in the inn happened to know.  They had sung themselves ragged as the innkeeper kept the taps flowing and his purse filling.  He must love having the sailors in port, along with random passersby who enjoyed themselves just as much as the seafaring folk.  After singing?  Everything started to go hazy.  He had danced with some of the women there, some of the men too...jumping on tables, thumping his leg to the rhythm of the tune...he couldn't say what any of the conversation was like and couldn't remember any faces either.  Had he gotten unruly?  Had he been kicked out and just slept in the alley where he was thrown?  Or had he staggered out by himself and slept where his drunken mind decided to stop?

The latter seemed to be true.  If he had gotten in a brawl, and it had happened before, he would have been a lot worse off than just having a headache and slightly groggy thought processes.  And well enough, he hadn't rented a place to sleep for the night anyway.  Drunk or not and alley more than likely would have been his bed.

He turned his thoughts back on the pastry and decided etiquette really didn't matter now and picked up the sweet treat and smushing the entire thing into his mouth.  It was a fairly large pastry and took a lot of effort to chew, but it was enough.  The sugar and the breads and stuff, they always helped him focus better.  And better focused meant he finally noticed the beautiful array of clothes that he wore.

With a sigh he tucked in his soot stained shirt and tied his hair back hastily.  At least now he looked a bit presentable and not as awful as when he first staggered in.  Now he just needed to get a new pair of boots, which meant finding the funds to do so.  Or just steal a pair that looked his size.

Swallowing the last of his pastry he noticed that the girl had returned, sorrow still reflected in her gaze but her demenor was less jumbled.

Ha!  He had guessed right.  It couldn't be anything serious if that short period of time rendered her able to speak in complete sentences.  And also ask his name.  Eh...he didn't really want to give a name, but he guessed it would be nice to, so she at least didn't think his name was Humbert or Baabar or something really odd.

"Eh, I'm Andwyad." he replied off handed as he continued to listen to her 'story' if you could even call it that.

"The kitchen?" he asked skeptically, thinking that maybe rolls had been burned or they were out of flour.  But why would that be too painful?

Girls....he sighed inwardly.

Without anyhting else he stood and walked towards the back.  After all, she had said it would be ok.  So, against his better judgement he pushed open the door and glanced around, not really noticing anything wrong until his eyes came to rest upon the solitary, unmoving figure on the floor.

"Shite..." he breathed with surprise.  The guy was obviously dead, even from here he could tell by the palor of his skin.  Great...just great.  He had to walk in on a freaking dead guy who probably died of a heart attack or a stroke or something.  Perfect!  This was just the way he had hoped to start his day, calling the morgue for a dead guy in a pastry shop.

"Damn guy ate too many sweets." he muttered to himself with a soft chuckle.  It made sense too, the man did work with pastries!  Walking over he pressed his fingers to the guys neck just to make sure his original diagnosis was correct, and sure enough, the guy was dead.

WIth a shudder, Andwyad back away and wiped his hand on the front of his shirt.  C'mon, it's not like he wanted dead guy germs!

"Yup...He's dead." his response was classless, but hey, he didn't have much class himself, and it seemed better to speak the truth than be all sympathetic to a gal he had just met.

Megan sat silently as the man she had met, Andwyad , was taking a look back in the kitchen. The coffee shop was becoming more and more peaceful as customers began to leave and the "Closed" sign definietly kept more customers from coming in. She could feel her head swimming with the relization that she was now alone.

Completly alone.



 Andwyad had been in the kitchen for a long time so she stood up, pushed the black meshed chair in, and shuffled her way towards the kitchen. When she reached the kitchen door she turned back to see that the last customer had left. Now it was just her, Andwyad, and her dead Granfather. It sent a piercing shiver down her spine.


She pushed opened the old wooden door, it moaned out with a slight squeek. She could see the man standing over her Grandfather, his fingers' to his neck. She couldn't help but smie at the abusrdity."He's been dead for quite some time, he's not suddenly going to have a pulse!" It felt good to be talking to someone.

Her Grandfather was the only person in the world that she had. She didn't even have friends! How pitiful was that! And now that her Grandfather was gone, well, she didn't have anybody left. Once Andwyad left, she herself, would be alone. Secretly, she didn't want him to leave. (Still friendly like, lol)

She stared at the man with her baby blue eyes. He seemed to try and present himself more, by tucking in his shirt and tieing back his hair. She couldn't help but wonder what he had been through... He seemed out of sorts, and the strangest thing of all, she finally noticed, was that he was missing boots.

Coming out of her revear she straightened up a little bit more, fixing her pink rose petal skirt and white tank top. It was very hot in the kitchen for the stove was still on, she quickly made a movement and turned it off. "I found him dead when I came to fill your order..now that he's dead I'm not sure what I'll do.." The relization of having no one around suddenly struck her harshely and she could feel her eyes sting.

But she would not cry, she would not cry anymore and she straightened up just a little more and rubbed at her eyes impatiently. She would not cry. She looked at Andwyad, looked him up and down, her voice clear and unmistakebly bold, she didn't feel like crying or being a damsal in distress anymore. "So, what happened to you? You look like you spent the day in a gutter!" She laughed loudly at the thought but quickly stoped wandering if it was rude of her.

She stood in the doorway, watching for what might happen next.


OOC: That sounds cool, okay, but in which way would you like to be involved with it. Like, yeah she's the target because she is a magical being, but she doesn't know that she is. Maybe you just get wrapped into the whole mess or something? LOL, i'm not sure, it's totally up too you.

ooc: I think that it'll be fun if he just gets thrown into the vault of intrigue  XD

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Andwyad couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the very nonchalant comment that the girl, Megan, made about the dead man.  She had cried before, but now she was almost heartless.  It seemed as if it was a play that she was poorly acting....unsure if she should be sad or happy that the old man had croaked.

It made him wonder, and not a small amount, if she had a hand in his demise.

Oh dear, maybe now would be the best time to get out of here while he still could.  Heaven knows he didn't want to get caught in the middle of some twisted game that a psychotic gal was playing.  Definitely not his cup of tea.  

He glanced at her incredulously as she asked about him himself, "From what I can see," he replied, "It's more important tha' the ol'man gets a grave before he's too stiff t'move than 'wha' happened t'me'."  it was true too.  His story was nothing special in the least and it certainly didn't take first place to the dead guy laying before him.  Gods...and what the hell was he suppose to think?  She was trying to make conversation when the guy was dead.  Andwyad wasn't a very religious person but this just reeked of bad luck, and if any Gods were watching he wouldn't be surprised if the smite mobile came thundering through destroying everything in the damn shop.

"Ya should go an' get th'undertaker." he told her, completely serious for the first time in a while.  "If ya wanna know what's happen'd t'him, ya need t'find out soon afore all traces are gone."

Not the mention he wanted the dead guy out of the way as soon as possible.  It was obvious that the gal had no freaking clue what to do, otherwise she would have told everyone in the store there was an emergency and tended to her grandpaw as soon as humanly possible.  But to leave him sit like this...and carry on with business just to please people?  That was wrong.

One of the many reasons he stayed away from keeping extended comany with women.  Sure, they were great in the kitchen, but when it came to something serious..pfft, they lost their heads.

It was true. Megan didn't know how to feel about her Grandfather dieing. She did know that she felt terribly alone without him, and she also felt the need to have something done with the body. She couldn't help but stare into the cold pitless eyes which carried no glimmer of life.

She could never kill her Grandfather.

What was the point too? There would be no money involve, and the only thing she would inherit from him would be the coffee shop, in which she would probably have to work in for the rest of her life.

Who wanted that? Not her.

She looked around the kitchen. It was fairly small with the same dirt floor and wooden walls. One small cutting table, and next to that, a very old looking wooden stood. She pulled it out and sat upon it. "I think I'm going to bury him behind the coffee shop, he probably would have wanted that.." She could feel her eyes sting again but made a large effort not to cry. She definietly did not want to seem week.

Fact was, she was utterly clueless and had no idea on what to do with the dead man. She stared back at him. His grey hair was ruffled and slightly standing on end. His cold blue eyes, so used to be full of life, were now cold and pitless. His shirt was ripped on the side, creating a very large hole. His legs lay stiff and twisted, oddly.

There was something she coudldn't put her finger on. There was a slight stench in the air and she wondered where it was coming from."Do you smell that?" I mean, sure, a dead body would reak in this kind of heat, but this stench didn't smell of rotten flesh, it smelled... it.smelled like...

She stood up, her pale face even paler than before. Why? Why? She couldn't imagine but as she moved closer to her grandfather the stench got more vile. Who would do this to him? She stared back at Andwyad, her baby blue eyes wide with astonishment. She looked down upon her Grandfather and then very carefully, knelt down beside him.

Gagging on the stench she firmly grabbed both his shoulders and heaved him forward. He was a very pudgent, heavy, man for his age.

In the back his shirt was slightly damp with crimson red. Only a small blot stained the middle, where a hole lay. Unmistakably a daggar wound.

Somebody had murdered him.

Her head relled as the room began to spin. She couldn't believe it. Somebody had actually murdered her Grandfather! She could feel herself grow hot over the relization. This wasn't good... this wasn't good at all.

I mean it was bad enough that he had died, but now that he was found out murdered, someone could try to pin the blame on her. But it wasn't her, she would never to such a thing. She cried out to Andwyad, her voice shrill and hysterical. " He's been murdered, Oh my lord, he's been murdered... what will I do now? Oh, my lord!" She cupped her hand over her mouth, feeling her breathing become shallow. She couldn't believe it.

Why was her Grandfather murdered? For what? What could he have done to bestow death upon him. She could feel the long awaited tears flowing down her pale cheeks. She looked at Andwyad. He must have felt akward.
And why should'nt he?

She didn't want him to leave.. but she knew that she was causing a scene and he would probably want too. She stayed there on the floor, crying. She asked herself over and over.

Why?



OOC: I didn't know how to do the whole undertaker thing so I thought this would be easier and more twisted :P

uhh....

What had just happened?

So...yeah, the guy was dead and all, but did he hear something about murder?

Shit...and here he was, standing in the middle of a freaking crime scene!  This sucked...this not only sucked, this REALLY sucked!  How the hell was he going to get out of this one?  If the proper athorities were contacted then he would be a suspect!  That was NOT what he was hoping for!

But...Gods!  The man had been murdered in the back of the shop!  How often did something like that occur?

Like...never!  And here he was, standing around as the girl cried herself silly and each second that passed the corpse was getting colder and the blame was drawing a great big arrow at the hung-over ass hole who couldn't even tell the soldiers what he had done last night and all that nonsense!

Shit shit....shit!  Warning sirens blazing!  He needed to get out of there and fast.

"Um...maybe he just fell on something sharp?" he offered, thinking about how he would be able to walk away without arousing suspicion.  Crap...even if he ran he'd still be questioned, and the next time probably a lot more indepth because he had fled and not even offered to help!

GYAH!  This was not to what he had wanted to devote his time!  Far from it!  Right now he just wanted to get hired, make money, and drink himself into oblivion!  It was a great life!  He loved living like that!  But now he was thrown in the middle of something just because he had decided to be nice this morning.  That just meant that he would have to be a bastard for the rest of his life...yup, that was a great idea.  Bastards never did anyhting interesting...they were just mean and shot tempered and people left them alone.  Now nice guys, as he had seen so fit to portray earlier, got thrown into the middle of conflicts they really, secretively, wanted nothing to do with!

And now look...old gramps over there was dead with what clearly looked like a dagger....terrific....just great...fucking fantastic.

He rubbed his hand over his face trying to sort out all of the thoughts that were invading his mind.  Firstly, they had to go and notify the city watch.  Murders were not something to be handled lightly...and then maybe they should...report to the king or something?  Yeah...why not?  Report to the king...yup...that sounded like a good idea....

right?

"Um...well....eh...we should prob'ly go an'... talk t'the guard or somethin'....do ya...do ya know anyun who'd want th'old guy dead?"  yeah...that was a legitimate question!  If there was someone that hated the dead guys guts then they would need that to tell the guards....

She barely even looked up at Andwyad as he spoke. Tears still feel steadily down her pale cheek but the shock was already done and over with and so she was weeping quitely. However hysterical she was however, she still caught the jist of Andwyad's words.

"The King? The King won't do anything about a common shop keeper, there's nothing we can do about it, and no I don't know anybody who would want him dead"! As she spoke aloud a thought suddenly occurded to her. *What if the killer wasn't aiming at Grandfather....but me?*. She stared at Andwyad, but did not say anything. There was no proof, but then again.....

She looked up at Andwyad again. He seemed more pale and terrified at the idea of murder, and she could only shake her head as a new emotion of guilt surfaced over her. She had brought him into this, and she felt terribly sorry. She shook her head in frustration at the thought.

Her voice was quite, almost like a whisper, she knew she had too do it. "Listen, Andwyad, y-you can leave if you want too, I'm sure his murder would be considered no big deal to anyone special, so... I don't even h-have to mention you..." Her voice quived like that of a river, or a snake with crimson jewled skin. She knew that she had to get him out of this.


Turning her back on him she again looked at her dead Grandfather. Many people thought her a weak scrawny thing but truth be told she was pretty strong, what with carrying all thos eheavy metal sheets for pastries and breads. With little effort, but a lot of gagging, she grabbed the diseased man from under the arms. She heaved him up almost to his feet and somewhat dragged him out the back the door in which the killer must have entered.

In the back was, strangely, an odd plush garden. It had fluer-de-lis flowers and roses, some yellow and red tullips. It was anything but ordinary as the radient colers swayed in the wind on their vibrent green stems. She was sure to lay the man under the shade of a willow, so he would not smell if put into the rays of the sun.

She remembered when she was a little girl and the Garden was just begining. Her Grandfather would be out there for endless hours, grooming it, and perfecting it. Other than the coffee shop it was also his life trasure. For gardening reasons they a couple of shovels made of iron. She quickly grabbed one and started digging under the willow.

Beads of sweat were starting to form on her fore-head as she continued to dig deeper and deeper into the rich brown soil. Once or twice she hit a tree root but paid no attention. Soon the hole would be big enough.

He couldn't help but flinch when she screamed at him about the king.  Jeez, it's not like he knew what to do!  he was just making friendly suggestions!  She didn't have to get all snappy.  What was it with gals who were all moody?  It seemed like they all were like that...nice for one second and then BAM!  Here comes the bitch slap!  How did they live with all of those random emotions popping up every few minutes?  Sheesh...

Oh...wait....it was probably..."that time"

eeee....not only was he dealing with a gal, but he was dealing with her through that.

Great.

Well, at least he could now credit her attitude to that!  Not that it really meant anything, but it was an excuse that he could use to ease his own mind...sort of....now all he could think of was what the hell he was going to do with a moody person going through disgusting body things, and a dead grandpa?

Oh!  What was that?  he could leave?  Fantastic!  So she didn't want him there anyways.  ha!  At least one thing was going well!

"Well then, if you really don't need me then I guess I'll just let myself out."  Without waiting for an answer he turned on his heel and headed straight out into the main shop area and towards the front door.  Hell, if he wasn't needed there was no way he'd stay here!  Nope...he was perfectly fine just walking away...perfectly fine.  Yup, not a care in the world about anything at all, the guy was murdered, so what!  He didn't have anything to do with it!  Why should he care?

So, he was just going to leave the girl and she'd probably stop crying in a few days while the body festered in the back yard where she had been dragging him...all by herself......after loosing her only family......

He groaned openly as he left the shop, the guilt of what he was doing smacking him in the face.  Damnit!  Why did he have to, ultimately, be a big softy!?  There were others who would be able to just walk away and not lose a wink of sleep, but he!  He just had to be all noble and worry himself sick about a gal he cared nothing about!

Running his hands over her face and through his hair he started back to the shop but was stopped by the sound of two men conversing in low voices.  Normally they wouldn't have received even a second glance....but they had mentioned something that caught Andwyad's attention.

(I realize that this may be powerplaying and I apologize if you take offense.  If you don't like it I can easily go back and alter the post!)

"...an' th'ol'man wouldn' let me through." the first voice said.

"Ya idiot!  Now ya've gone an'brought attention t'yerself!  Ya coulda hit'im on th'ead instead o'killin' 'im!"

Andwyad's heart stopped.  They were talkinga bout the old man...the dead guy in the back of the shop.  Oh shit....oh holy Gods....the men who killing him!  He had to go back and let the gal know.  And after that, she needed to get away!  Who knows, they could be just common theives but...

"Ya gotta go back fer th'girl."

Yup, that was it!  She was in serious trouble!

Without losing a step, Andwyad hurried back into the shop and out to the backyard where Megan was silently digging her grandfather's grave.  No no, they didn't have time for this!  They needed to leave, and now or else two other bodies would probably be found in a few days!  Festering and gross....

"Ya don' 'ave time." he told her softly, catching her arm as she shovelled, stopping her laboring.  "Th' men 'hoo killed 'im...they're outside.  We gotta go, now!"

ooc:  once again, I'm so sorry if this stomps on your toes!

OOC: Oh no, it's fine, I like it!

Megan's mind had no time to comprehend what was fully going on until Andwyad started to drag her away. "W-what do you mean they're outside, what are you talking about, let me go!" He was dragging her somewhere and she didn't have the slightest clue. When he left before she was somewhat sad.

She had been digging for only five minutes when he had suddenly returned in a haste to leave.....with her. She stared up at him as she was being dragged along to god knows where. Her eyes started to water. "What do you mean, why are you taking me... are they after me too?" She was starting to loose her breath as their paced quickened.

Suddenly in the backround she could hear men's shouts. They were somewhat distant but close enough to understand.

"Thy'r making a'run f'it!" she could hear one say behind her. She tried to quicken her pace in order to stay close to Andwyad.

"Quick, ge'er before she escapes!" Her heart was pounding in her chest as she took in long painful stabs of air that burnt in her lungs.

Soon she could hear the footsteps so close that she could of sworn they were at arm's lenght, but she dare not look back. As they ran some people turned heads and stared but quickly brushed it off brisqly.

Out of no where a set of powerful hands grabbed her by her free arm and pulled her back with so much force that she released her grip with Andwyad. The set of arms quickly pulled her into his chest and then grabbed her other free arm and twisted it up, he twisted the other arm so as she was somewhat bound and could not move her arms. One of them was yelling something but she couldn't hear him over the massive pain surging through her bound arms. She could feel the person's legs propell in another direction as she was being dragged the opposite way. Anger was starting to surface.

Anger from her Grandfather's murder, anger at being so weak, anger at the people who just turned the other cheek.

But not Andwyad, he was there for her.

She tried to stomp the man's feet but it made no difference. She looked up towards Andwyad.

"Andwyad, help me! Help!" she again struggled but that only made the pain far more worst shoot through her arms.

She was starting to get dragged away but her Grandfather's murderes.


But why?


OOC: It's a little bit dramatic and it definietly shows that Megan is somewhat weak, but hey.. I like it, if you don't I can change it because it is a little bit dramaticy..

ooc: haha, bring on the drama!


ic:

Before he even realized what he was doing, Andwyad was dragging the girl away despite her best efforts to free herself.  They needed to get out of there now.  Not in a few minutes, not after the grave was dug and filled, now.

Gyah!  Why did he have to get himself dragging in the middle of this conspiracy?  He could have walked away, the gal would have been kidnapped..but hey!  It happened every day so why should he care?  The problem was that he did.  He wasn't hired out right now, he wasn't paid to be allies with anyone, so now his conscious took over.

Terrific....how the hell had he managed to do any assassin or mercenary work with a freaking conscious?

"Will ya stop squirmin'!" he reprimanded her, "I'll tell ya once we're out o'ere!"  It seemed like a good plan.  This way if she was at all smart...or curious...she'd go with him and not worry about why they were running other than the two bastards who had killed the old man were right outside her door.  After they were away he'd commence to interigate her, figure out why the hell she was being targeted and let her know that her grandfather didn't seem to be the one they had wanted to kill.

Well that would be a fun little chat.  Hey you, gal, why the hell are you being targeted?  Did you know that it's your fault your grandpa is dead?  Yeah that's right.

And the tears commence.

Andwyad couldn't help but sigh mentally as the scene played out in his head, and that was when he noticed she had been ripped out of his hand.

Shit.

He wheeled around and saw her being taken away by the two thugs from before.  Damnit...they had caught up and now she was going to be the next victim of their terrible plot for....well...something....whatever it was, it involved killing innocent people.

What the hell was he thinking?  He killed for money!  Gyah!  it was all too complicated for his groggy mind.  Too much to sort out now; he had to act, and fast.

Without another seconds pause, he raced towards the men who were taking the gal away.  He had to get her out of there, but it wouldn't do to kill them when they would be needed to clear her name or something like that.  Anyway, they were in broad daylight, so that wouldn't be cool.  All people would see was a strange man trying to pull away an unwilling gal and then two other guys came to save her, then the "rapist", probably would be his title, would charge back and slaughter her saviors.

Yup, that wouldn't do at all.  So it all came down to how many people he could take down with his bare hands, while creating a huge scene and labeling them as the bad guys!

"Let 'er go ya bastards!!" He screamed as he rushed forward, jumping on the one guy to the left, fists flying.  He landed two punches before the bastard realized what was happening and he dropped Megan's arm, returning Andwyad's assult with full force.  Of course, that wasn't all that Andwyad had up his sleeves.  he wasn't trained in the arts of protection and assassination for nothing!  And these guys just looked like big thugs with pea sized brains that only worked when they were harassing others!

The guy landed a punch across Andwyad's face, a split forming above his eye where a ring he was wearing gorged against him.  Shit, that had been close.  But no time to think!  A punch for a punch, and watch out for that ring!  He dodged the next, landing a well placed kick to the bastard's shins which caused him to grimace, losing his lead.  A punch to his head, to his stomach, anything to get him out of commission enough that he could save the gal!

The man fell over, panting and Andwyad straightened, short of breath himself and blood seeping into his eyes.  Luckily it wasn't deep and was just one of those head wounds that bled a lot creating the deception of a much more serious injury.

Without losing a beat, Andwyad looked over to the other man and realized, with a groan, that while they had been fighting, he had managed to run off with the gal.

Shit...where did they go?

Deep in the back alleyway Megan lay hidden in the shadows with her captor holding her tight in close range. She could see Andwyad from the streets, looking for her. But she couldn't make a sound for the rough calloused hand covered her tinted red lips. A million thoughts, a million questions ran through her head.

Why were they after her? It's not like she did anything. In order to get to her they had killed her Grandfather, she knew that by now, and it still sickened her. *My Grandfather died for me!* She could feel her eyes sting.

After about two minutes of watching Andwyad from the shadows the captor pulled her back even more.

"Now,he said,I'll bring you up to the high lord and we'll get this over with. You weren't even suppos'ta be born!" She was fearful, what did he mean?

She had to act fast, she had too do something.

She opened her mouth wide, boy was she going to regret this taste. And bit down hard with her perfect pearly white teeth into the man's flesh. So much she could taste his scarlet red blood. The man yelped out in pain and let go of her mouth, but in the process also pulling out a small knife. (The midevil kind! lol)

"You 'ittle witch!" he yelled.

She looked at it fearful with her eyes and her tongue suddenly caught in her throat. He was still holding on to her arms with one hand, at the wrist. For a minute she was truely petrified, but then, she felt anger. It coursed through her body and with it came a relization that she needed to get out of here.

She stomped on the man's foot, really really hard with her (I'm not really sure what women wore in midevil times) causing him to let go, but in a fast motion the knife came pelting through the air, landing deep within her side.

But she didn't really feel it. The only thing she had her mind set on was getting to Andwyad. He was still out there looking for her.....she hoped.

She gave the man a good kick where the sun don't shine, making him double over onto the ground in pain. She quickly turned and ran out into the bustiling street. She scanned the sea of people for Andwyad, not finding him anywhere. The side of her white tanktop was turning crimson.

Without a doubt she was sure she spotted Andwyad, and quickly made her way over to him. Yup, it was definietly him. She recognized him for what he didn't have.

Boots.

"I'm so glad I found you.... I was begging to get tiered....those men, those awful men.. I don't know what they want!" She was taking in sharp inhales of breath from running.


The whole side of her tank top was drenched. Very noticible.[/b]

He looked around helplessly, trying to figure out to where in the name of seven hells that girl had been dragged!  How could he have been so stupid?  If this had been a paying job, he would have been fired and his reputation soiled!  GYAH!  The drink was making him slow, and this was the one time that he needed to be completely coherant!

Damn tavern, damn ale, damn dancing, damn head!!!!!

Well he wasn't doing much good standing here!  So, pick a direction and move!  That's the best thing to do...just guess where they had gone.  They couldn't have gotten far and been able to be out of sight...no....he was just hiding with her...hoping that Andwyad would lose interest, or go the wrong way....

He turned around slowly in place, taking in his surroundings and gauging where he would take a victim if he was in the other guys shoes.

Hmm....there were a lot of nooks and crannys....this was a bustling town after all!  And a sea port nonetheless!!  There were tons of things to hide behind!!

AH!  There!  That alley!  That looked like a great place, far enough away, but close enough that most people would just look past it, gauging it too close for someone to hide!

He was about to race down the narrow way when the gal came running out.  At first he breathed a sigh of relief.  Then he saw the crimson stain spreading beneath a knife that was lodged in her side.  For a few seconds all he could do was star at that spot, his mind completely stopping in shock.

"The hell!" He shouted, racing towards her and grabbing her shoulders, forcing her to sit down on a nearby crate that would be loaded into one of the ships in port at some point.

"Ya shouldn' be walkin', let alone runnin'!!! Are ya daft!?" He looked at the wound, trying to determine if it had hit any major organs, or arteries.....no...not arteries....there wasn't enough blood for that...but organs?  He wouldn't know until he removed the knife, and even then, he was no doctor!  Hell, he wouldn't really know for sure, and even if he suspected, he had no idea what to do about it!

"Hold still." he told her grimly, pulling his shirt over his head.  It wasn't the cleanest thing...but they needed something to stop the bleeding once the knife was out, "This'll 'urt."  With deft fingers, Andwyad grabbed the knife and quickly pulled it out of her side, making sure not to wrench it too hard and tear more flesh with the sharp blade.  Once the knife was removed, he quickly pressed his shirt to her side with as much force as he dared.  They needed to stop the bleeding, and then see a doctor.  The wound would need stitching, and the gal would need to rest for a week at least.....they didn't want a wound like this opening up again!

(Hey, glad too see your back! Yay)

Her body felt hot, almost feverish and the words that came out of his mouth were somewhat slurred to her. She shook her head. She needed to get a hold of herself. She was glad that he had made her sit down for she was awfully tiered from all the running they were doing to get rid of these men.

What did these men want with her and what was that guy talking about. We'll give ya to the high lord, who was that? She didn't know and right now she couldn't even think with the painful stabbing in her side. When Andwyad pulled the knife out she let out a small yelp of pain. "I don't even know why they're after me!"she exclaimed.

He pressed his shirt up against her wound and almost instantly it stained it. She felt really bad. "Oh Andwyad, I'm so sorry, your just caught up into everything and look at this..I've stained your shirt.. I'm really really really sorry..I.." She was getting dizzy and her tongue caught in her throat.

"Oh, Andwyad, I don't feel so good.. I feel dizzy.."

Up in the distance she could hear a slight gasps from the bustiling crowd as someone was pushing their way through.

"Outta my way!" a vagualy familar voice rang out. She knew it was the murderer but her mind and her body just couldn't comprehend the thought. She just sat there, not really sure of what too do. The man came closer.

"I'm going to get you, you little wench, and your little boy friend too!" Someone yelled.

She couldn't comprehend. She wasn't feeling to good.

"Andwyad, I'm sorry I stained your shirt"!

Gyah!  The gal was definitely delirious.  Who the hell cared that his shirt was ruined?  It was ruined before he had taken it off and soaked it in blood.  At least now he could say that he destroyed it saving someone's life instead of saying that he had ruined it drinking a little too heavily.

"Stop yer worryin'!" he demanded softly, trying to keep his voice kind enough even through his irritation.  Gods but he hated girls.  "Th'shirt was old anyway."  And there she went, continuing to fuss over his shirt.  Only a gal would worry that much over clothing.  It wasn't as if it was made of velvet and silk and had cost fivehundred gold.  It was cotton, he'd had it for months and it was about time for it to be retired.  And now it could feel good about going like a noble shirt.

Or something.

His head jerked up as he heard the commotion coming from behind them.  Shit, the bastard had found them!  Well, they hadn't gone very far so that wasn't surprising...but Gods he wanted them to go bother some other unsuspecting person.  He was done with this crap, and he was ready to do some serious damage to them.  Enough being nice.  Now, if he had to, he'd run the man through with his own knife.

"Hey...hey!" he cried when he noticed her focus fading, "Stay with me, ok?  Look at me.  Hey, yeah, you, gal...we gotta get movin'.  Tha' guy's back an' we gotta move else he's gonna come do more damage.  So ya gotta stay with me."  He continued to apply pressure to her side, tucking the blade into his belt without caring that he didn't wipe the blood frist.  It was clear that he was going to need something else to staunch the blood flow, but for now it was going to have to do.  In fact, they were going to have to find a surgeon...the loss of blood could kill far faster than a festering wound.

"Can ya walk?" he asked, completely aware that he'd have to help her and possibly carry her if she stumbled.

(OOC: Just too say, I'm really sorry this post took so long but I was at Knoebles amusement park , camping, for a couple of days with no computer! And just to warn you ahead of time, it might be crappy since I haven't been on..

IC:

The busy, humid, day was slowly starting to turn into early evening. Already a whole day has gone by, and Megan wasn't even aware of it. Of course, then again she did have other pressing matters. Like the fact that her side wouldn't stop bleeding and a man was after her for no apparent reason, or one that she wasn't aware of. Her mind was reeling with dizziness as she looked up at Andwyad who seemed to be trying to tell her something. She tried to concentrate with all her strength left but the painful throb at her side was numbing her thoughts.


She could hear him speaking but his words were somewhat slurred and she couldn't make them out. Only then when he asked a question did she really understand. Could she walk? She didn't know, but she would try, anything to get away from the man. A man? Oh yeah, that's right, someone was chasing them.

"Yeah, I can walk". Her voice was merely more than a whisper, weak, but it came out loud enough for Andwyad to hear. She stood up next to Andwyad, swayed for a moment, but then quickly regained her balance with what little strength she had left. She was fighting to stay awake long enough just  to make it out of this whole ordeal.
What was this whole ordeal about anyway? Why were they after her? It was all so confusing and she couldn't think about it right now. There was just too much to comprehend as all in all the whole world was spinning at her feet.

(A little powerplaying, can be modified if you want! LOL)
The man now stood in front of them, trying to block any escape or exit.

"Now lookie here bub, I'm supposed to take her on a'ittle trip, ya see, and yer just messing things up right now, making my job harder, so why don't ya just hand'er over and we can settle this" He was still holding his bitten hand, courtsey of Megan, gently as if it was glass and could break. He quickly dug deep into his pocket and pulled out another, shorter, knife that gleamed with a tint of red. Somewhat recently used.
A crowd was starting to gather, overlooking the fact of what kind of danger Andwyad and Megan were in. Just thinking that they were either about too see a good fight, or some kind of show. Just practical! She could help but mentally sigh at the dull thought.


"Just giv'er here"! With that he lunged at them, bringing Megan back somewhat to her sences. She grabbed Andwyad's hand. Wherever he was going to lead her, now might be a good time too do it!

"C'mon" he said gently, looping her arm around his neck before he started walking.  The crowd wasn't about to get in the way of a sword if it came to that, and that crazy bastard more than likely had a few more on him.  With that he started leading her away.

Where was he going?

Hell if he knew!  The best thing right now was just to get away and hope for the best!

Gyah!  If only he had more allies in this town....usually on a paid mission he was given names whom he could trust, at least while he was employeed, but now...now he had to find people on his own.  All that he knew was that his current enemy was a few minutes away from skewering them both.

The man's voice made Andwyad stop in his tracks and he slowly turned around, keeping a tight hold on Megan lest she be kidnapped again.  And damnit if the crowd wouldn't do a thing.  Here they were, gathered around like a bunch of losers expecting something big.  Where was the guard anyways?  Wouldn't one of them at least go and fetch the guards?

Course not, that would be the SMART thing to do.

Andwyad forced his face into a completely blank expression as he looked at the man, a small smile forming at the edge of his mouth which he repressed.  He listened, storing away all of the man's words in order to form some sort of reason why he was after the girl.

"Well, I suppose tha' ya weren' paid t'ave a hard job, eh?" he asked with a gleam in his eye, "Ya see, ya leave me wit two choices."  he held up two fingers on his free hand for emphasis, "I can give ya th'gal...or I can' fight ya until ya beg for yer mummy t'come and patch up yer wounds."

The man's face purpled with surpressed anger as he listened to Andwyad speak.  He obviously hadn't counted on this being a difficult job.  After all, how strong could one girl and an old man be?  Ha!  Poor fool.

"Why yo--"

"Now now, please don' ya interrupt." Andwyad interjected, "It's rude and don' make me like ya much."  He winked, "So, ya leave me with these two choices.  Does the gal mean some-ut t'me?  Tha's what yer thinkin, righ'?  Well, maybe so...mayhap not, but I'm not about t'let ya know that am I?"  He grinned, "Now, if I gave ya the gal...wha' would ya do t'er?  Take 'er on yer trip?  Tha's all nice and peachy, but ya see this wound in 'er?  Yeah, tha' one ya left?  You'll take 'er on yer trip an' she'll die.  Then what'll yer master say?  So I propose this t'ya.  Ya let me take 'er t'get all fixed and pretty like, an' we'll negotiate handin' 'er over, eh?"  Many times during his speach the man looked like he was going to interject by way of the little knife in his hand or in harsh words, but Andwyad's reasonings stopped him in his tracts.

It was true, then.  If the girl died he wouldn't have any reason to go back, and it was clear that she was in bad shape.  Any more jossling would cause more blood flow and ultimately, and untimely demise.  Hopefully, just hopefully, the man would agree to his terms.

Each second that passed felt like an eternity, and agonizing eternity until finally the man looked up and glared, dragging his dagger across his palm to form a large gash.

"Ye got ta swear ta keep yer end."  He said, holding out his bloody hand.

"O'course  I swear!" Andwyad said with unwonted cheer as he pulled the other dagger from his belt and slashed his hand before reaching out and clasping the others.  He could feel their blood mingling together, binding them in an oath of blood.

It was done.

With that, he quickly bound his hand with a strip of his already bloodied shirt before turning his attention back to his ward.  She needed help, and fast.

"Any'un know wheres I cn find a doctor o'sorts?"  One of the ladies in the crowd gave him directions to the closest one and he thanked her.  Good, so the gal wouldn't die after all.  One step at a time.  That's all it took.

His plan was falling into place.

"C'mon, you." he told her as he started leading her off in the direction of the physician, subconsciously aware that the other man fell in a few steps behind them.


ooc: This'll probably be my last post before I leave!  Have a great week!  *hugs*  and PS!  Knoebles is so much fun!!!!!  I went there a few years ago!!!  XD

She was barely aware of the situation that was taken place in front of her very baby blue eyes. Her delicate features were somewhat slumped over as she was standing next to Andwyad, trying to concentrated on the situation before her. She didn't understand why the man and Andwyad had shook hands. Was he apart of it? Was he just leading her into a false sense of security in order to take her back to that man? A man? Oh, yeah, that's right, the man that was always after her.

Her whole side throbbed with excruciating pain. Crimson red blood poured from the wound and down the side, staining her shirt, his shirt, and her rose pink skirt. She could feel the warm irony liquid run down and seep into the fabric. Just thinking about blood always made her sick, actually seeing it made it worse. Andwyad said something and grabbed her hand, pulling her in some other random direction in which she wasn't sure about.

"Andw-Andwyad, where.....where are we..going?" she asked her voice fidgety and qauvering. It came out in no more than a mere whisper and she thought dully about what would happen if he didn't hear her. Man, she was tiered, but oh how she didn't want to seem weak! What would Andwyad think of her if she couldn't even walk, just because of a small stab wound. She peered down on it. Well, maybe not small, and it hurt like hell, but still, her pride was much to far than that.

She somewhat tried to quicken her pace but slowed down as she could feel pain scorching in her side, the skin pulling more farther away from the wound. She was again becoming increasingly dizzy and sick from all of this moving and running and fighting. She stumbeled once or twice trying to keep up with Andwyad's pace.

There was a loud bang as one of the crates from the loading docks fell from a ships cable. She looked over her shoulder in surprised, hearing the noise almost reverberating inside of her. She gasped as she saw the man behind her.

"Andwyad he's right-"

Everything became black as the man from behind punched her in the back of the head.But even before he had clenched his fist she had blacked out, from the loss of blood. The punch on the head didn't help that much either.


(I hope you have a good time, and that, above^^^, is also a little bit powerplaying, I don't know why, for me it's kinda hard not to do it now, I'm very very sorry, if you want to change it I can.)

ooc: it's not powerplaying when it happens to your character!!! silly XD

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She collapsed.

With a gasp, he quickly adjusted his hold on her in order to keep her from falling onto the ground.  At first he thought that she had lost too much blood, but as he caught her falling figure he saw the man he come closer and he was wearing a grin on his fat face.

"What th'ell did ya do!?" he screamed at him, pulling Megan into his arms and rising to his feet again, "She 'as already weak.  Why'd ya go an' knock 'er out!?!  Ya bastard!"  The man just stood there with his stupid grin which made Andwyad even angrier.  Who the hell went around hitting people who were dying?!  Or growing weaker by the second!?

"She 'us gonna fall anyways." he replied, his grin faded slightly at the anger on Andy's face, but only slightly.  He had seen how his friend had gotten knocked around, but he wasn't about to show his fear to some random guy who seemed so close to the girl he wanted.  

"Yer a bloody bastard." he snarled in reply, turning on heel and starting off towards the doctors house.  They were almost there, and the blood flow was still coming, and now he couldn't hold the cloth on the wound and carry her at the same time.  Gods...would she make it?  She had already lost enough blood that it might take her weeks to recover...gyah!  This wasn't cool! He was suppose to meet with a client on the morrow and now he'd be stuck with his sense of duty and stay with the gal!

Gods but he needed some money!  And it mattered now.  His coin purse was empty and they had to find some way to pay the doctor.

"Hey, you." he turned around again, addressing the man, "If ya wanna get 'er alive, ya gotta pay the doc."  The man looked like he was about to retort and refuse but he changed his mind and shut his mouth, merely nodding as they approached the doctors door.

Andwyad didn't even knock before it was opened and a woman was framed by the doorway, her eyes taking in the scene with a sharpness honed over years of service.  She didn't even say a word as she motioned for them to enter, quickly pointing over to a bed where Andy deposited Megan.

"She's not well off." the woman replied taking the girls pulse, "I'll need to examine her.  You both are free to wait in the other room."  She stared at them through her half rimmed spectacles, her eyes cold, daring them to disobey.

They didn't.  Whatever was going on, the doctor seemed to value modesty.

So they left and sat in the other room as the doctor, more than likely, stitched up the wound and stopped the bleeding and stuff.

OOC: How was you trip? Did you have a good time? I hope you did, LOL

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When Megan woke up the first thing she thought was that the man was coming after her. She tried to sit up in the bed very quickly but a throbbing pain and a stubborn woman pushed her back down onto the white linen sheets, in which some spots were stained crimson red. After a couple of minutes of taking deep breaths and calming down she quickly regained herself and finally looked up at the woman. "Where...where am I"? Megan asked looking around the slightly small room. She had a million questions to ask and before the woman could answer, she asked another one. "Where's Andwyad, where did he go, is he here? Where is here? Why-" The woman put a hand over her mouth in order to tell Megan to stop, so she could explain.

"You are at the local doctors, you needed immedeite attention for that wound, now lay down before I make you!" The woman's voice was somewhat soft but stern too. Megan notcied that she was a woman who took her work seriously and devoted it as her life! The woman left without one word into another room, there was a couple of clangs, and then she came out with this odd looking substance in a crystal glass. It was purple. "Drink this,the woman said,It will make the pain subside a little...." The stern voice traveled off into thoughts as Megan took the glass and drank it. The woman was right.

It took of the pain, slightly.

She looked down upon her white tanktop and pink rose petal skirt. They were drenched in her own blood and it made her dizzy just too look at it. She never liked to look at blood, especially her own. She just got this sick feeling from it. As if it should always, always be kept inside, and not seen. She lifted the top of her shirt and looked upon the stiched up wound which was starting to crust with dry blood. The area around it was raw red, and the skin was stained.

She put back down her shirt and then closed her eyes, leaning her head against the soft pillows. she was ubelieveably tiered and yet so excited that she was actually alive. The woman stood over her for a momnet, writing some things on paper and then left the room into another door. Megan could hear some talking being done. Maybe the woman was talking to Andwyad.

Andwyad.

He had risked his life for her, and yet they were totally two different strangers! He had even tried to get her out of trouble. Tried to keep the horrible man away from her. The man that had actually put her in this bed, in this horrible pain.Andwyad was there for her, and she didn't know why..but she felt like that she needed to be always there for him now. As if she owed him or something..Right now she just felt like she wanted to be with him.  It was an odd feeling because she didn't even know him. But all the same it felt right. The woman, doctor, strolled back in, this time with something green in a vile that she must have brought from the other room. "Drink this, it will make you sleepy.." For a second, Megan was reluctant to drink it, thinking that she might wake up, not knowing what was going on, and if Andwyad would still be there. But the horrible pain in her side made her think twice.

"Before I drink I want to see Andwyad, right now, is he here?" she asked her voice still weak."Well, there is a two men here, who have brought you in, I can't tell which one is which so I will send them both in if your up to it." Megan thought about who the other man might be until if finally came to her through her dull thoughts. "Yes, send them in, when I see them I will tell you who I want" Megan said leaning her back against the pillow again. She was propped up on many pillows, almost in a laying, sitting position. The woman looked reluctant too do so but then  left.

She needed to get her life in order. So much had happened in one day, her grandfather dying, the men chasing after her, getting stabbed, Andwyad getting caught in the whole mess. He would probably look for an explanation and she couldn't give him one. Megan studied the glass vile. It was full to the brim, it was a slightly dark emerald green but somewhat clouded over.

Little did Megan, or Andywad know, was that the woman was a part of the plot. The man sitting next to Andwyad was her love. The green vile, could contain anything.



(OOC: SUSPENCE!, LOL!!!

ooc:  I had a BLAST!  It was fantastic ^_^

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They went into the other room and Andwyad quickly glanced around, noting the scarce amount of decour and the four chairs that waited around a table.  This was probably her kitchen or something...after all, she did use her own house for her practice, so it would make sense that they were being shown to some room that she used on a regular basis....

Gyah, but he didn't want to wait here with that guy!  For all he knew he was going to pull out another knife and BAM!  They'd all be dead and it wouldn't be cool and just....gyah!

But he couldn't go against his oath.  If the man betrayed him, his blood would boil and he would die.  It was an ancient magic, blood oaths, and swore them both to their word.  The assassin guy would have to see her healed and negotiate with Andwyad once she was fit to travel.

Hopefully that wouldn't be soon.  But then, negotiating would be the least of his worries.  It was after the negotiations that he would have to worry...or....rather....during.  He did have another way to.."negotiate" and he was going to use it in the hopes of getting the gal out of there.  Would it work?  He sure hoped so....if it didn't, they'd both be dead.

But at the moment, all he could do was sit down in one of the wooden chairs and glare silently at the other man while he waited to hear what was up with Megan.  The guy wasn't even pretty, which disgusted him even more.  He wouldn't have minded so much if he had at least been some semblance of good looking, but this guy...sheesh....he was brutish...broad shouldered, big ugly nose...a face littered with scars and pock marks....he was just...ick.

"What're ye lookin' at?" the man asked, noticing the look of disgust Andwyad gave him as he stared.

"Yer ugly." he replied simply, wrinkling his nose in distaste, "An' ya smell."  Well...he smelled too, but this guy was rancid....his name should be rancid breath or breath of doom or, I can kill you with my face!

The poor man didn't quite know how to reply and returned Andwyad's stare with his own of complete and utter surprise.  How the hell would anyone reply to a comment like that?  He had been expecting something along the lines of 'I hate you' or 'You're a bastard' or something...but 'yer ugly' was not among the comments he'd expected to hear.

"Who are ya anyway?" Andwyad asked when the man couldn't find the words to reply, "Ya come in 'ere, kill th'poor grandpaw, an' then go after th'gal?"  There, that was a question he could answer and his lips turned up into a sneer.

"Wouldn' ye like t'know, huh?  Wha' would ye pay t'ear it?"

"No' what yer thinkin'."  Well...it was what he was thinking...and the other guy probably was thinking along completely different lines...but no one could know just by their retorts to one another.

That was that.  No more negotiations, not yet.  The negotiations they had sworn were about Megan's life, not what they were doing there and who they were working for.  In fact, Andwyad could relate to that guy....after all, he was being paid to do a job much like Andy had done in the past.  Now he just happened to be on the opposing end and working for free.

He didn't know how long they waited, but the doctor returned and looked at them both with calculating eyes.

"She's awake." she replied, her voice still stern, "She wishes to see you."  They both stood and she held up her hand, glaring through her glasses at them both, "Do not distress her.  If you do I will call the guard and have you both thrown from the village and care for her myself.  Do you understand?"  Sheesh...what a stuffed shirt...but Andy understood her concern and nodded, hoping that the grunt from the other man was consent and nothing hostile.

The doc seemed to think it was ok and she nodded stiffly and led them into the other room where Megan was lying in a bed looking pale, but altogether alive.

Andwyad breathed a sigh of relief.

"How ya feelin'?" he asked her, keeping his distance lest the doctor jump on him...or try to kill him with a needle or something.

She studied the green vile more closely, looking at the slight swiriling clouds that it contained, deep under the glassy emerald surface. After she would speak with Andwyad she would take it and then, after waking up....it would be time to leave. She wasn't one for waiting and a week in a bed in a stranger's house was to much. No.. even if the wound wasn't healed she would still leave and get back up on her feet. See what would happen next with this man and Andwyad. That was what was making her so fidgity and frustrated. What did this man really want with her. Why was this man suddenly chasing her and stabbing her and trying to take her somewhere? Why did he even want her? She leaned farther back on the pillow, getting a head ache from trying to think all of this through.She closed her eyes and breathed in and out, trying to steady herself and trying to shake off the pain that was ebbing at her side.

The door suddenly opened and in strolleled Andwyad, the doctor, and the man that had put her in this bed. What the hell was he doing here? she asked herself mentally  in disbelief. She stared at him horrified wondering what the hell he was doing here...He just didn't want to give up did he? She looked over at the docter and said"If you wouldn't mind I would like only him to stay in here with me, just for a couple of minutes so we can talk, I want that man to and you to leave..." she tried to make her voice sound stronge and firm, but in only came out meek and almost in a soft whisper. The docter nodded and looked over towards the man. "Come on, out!" she said in a stern tone that made the man jump as he was led out the door by her brisk hands. Now it was just her and Andwyad.She smiled at him as he asked her a question. How was she feeling?

"Um....okay... I think....It still hurts, but I think I'll be okay..."She looked into his eyes. He really did stay with her didn't he? When things got really tough he stayed with her, and wouldn't let her go. For that she was very grateful. She could feel her cheeks rush with blood as one stray tear fell down her face. "Thank you, thank you so much..." She took out the green vile and once again found herself studing it...getting lost in the deep depths of the emerald liquid.


(Again, sorry, more powerplay, definietly can be changed if you want it, because I know i keep doing it and it's probably becoming a pain, LOl)

In the other room the doctor and the man sat at the table, each talking to each other in a low whisper. "What the hell do you think your doing? Why the hell did you stab her, ya imbicole! She could have died because of you and all would be lost. The High lord would be very unpleased!"The doctor muttered to the man in a low whisper. "The little twit bit me!" The man countered back, he showed his love his blood crusted hand and she took it and held it firmly. "I will stich it up for you later, right now we have to deal with the man and the girl..." the doctor said examining the hand and then looking into the eyes of the man. "Yeah, but what are we supposed ta do?" he asked looking back at his love. She smiled. "I gave the girl a mixture that will make her fall into a deep sleep for a good couple of hours.... the man...eh.. we could work out something with him.. maybe give him a needle to his death....maybe just knock him out and take the girl...you can decide...." The doctor's thoughts reeled with possiblility as she thought with glee what the high lord would say if she single handedly caught the girl.



(If that was confusing then I will explain it for you. LOL..)

In the other room Megan was still with Andwyad studing the vile. She looked up and noticed that he was still standing. "Why don't you take a seat?" she asked her eyes darting over to a plain wooden chair that looked hand carved. Hoping he would take a seat she started to speak, the words pouring over each other. "I'm really sorry you got into this mess, hell, I don't even know what this mess is, I don't even know why this man wants me, earlier he said something about a high lord, but I don't know what that is....I truely understand if you want to leave, I would'nt blame you if you did...." Truth was she didn't want him to leave, but, in fact, if it was best, then he surely must, even if it wasn't what she wanted. She looked towards the door in which the Doctor and the man had left through. Maybe instead of taking the green vile she should get up and leave, paying the doctor on the way out. She tried to straighten up, more into a sitting positiont, but yelped out with pain as her wound throbbed even more. She layed back down and then took the bottle out from under the sheets.

"This is the strangest bottle I have ever seen, and I am used to seeing things such as potions because my mother liked to work with them.. help people, but this...." she becamse lost in thought. She looked at Andwyad. Smiled a warm and true smile, even if weak, and then opened the top in which the vile held the liquid. She small a slight mist enaminate from the opening, almost as if it were steaming. She doubted taking it, but then thought maybe it was best. She put the tip of the vile between her tinted red lips and took the thing in one shot.

The taste burned down her throat and she surely thought was was goint to choke on the stench and taste. Her face was contorted with confuesment and slight pain as her mind relled with daze as everything began to shut down. Pain came from her mind as it too began to shut down, into a cold driftless sleep. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as everything had became dark.She fell hard back against her pillows.

She lay in a deep sleep. The glass vile fell from in between her pale fingers, fell and shattered on the floor.

(Sorry it's so long, but SUSPENSE, I'm glad you had a good time on your trip)

He was glad that she was ok, and she was talking.  That was certainly a good thing.  The doctor had done her job and the gal wasn't going to die, not today!  Hopefully she wouldn't have to worry about anything else after the 'negotiations' were completed.  At the moment, with just the two of them, he wanted to pick her up and go before the guy could even think, but even the thought of betraying his oath sent fire through his veins.

Nope, he'd have to see the damn thing through to the end.

Luckily, so would the man.  After the negotiations for her life...that's when things could get sticky...very sticky...and usually without a preamble.

One step at a time, he told himself, one bloody step at a time.  Free the gal.  That's really all he wanted to do.  Free her and then be on his way without looking back.  This was too much excitement for his humble mind.

Ha!  Humble his ass.  It was just too much free will for his taste! He liked being told what to do and then figuring things out from there.  But now?  now he was creating his own plans.  If they went astray he had no one but himself to blame.  That was pretty sucky in his opinion.  He hated being responsible for his actions almost as much as he hated keeping company with girls.  Especially girls with problems.

He didn't feel like sitting down, so he stood and listened to another fabulous apology.  Honestly, all of her 'i'm sorry's' were making his head hurt.  Not to mention last time she decided to apologize was at the absolute worst time ever.  Who apologized during a chase?  Who apologized when they were nearly dying from bloodloss?  Hell, that's what would get people killed faster!  Talking when they should be moving!

Gals....that's always what they were like...always talking....bah.

"Don' apologize." he told her with a grimace, "If I needed one, I'd ask."  it was true.  He was very forward if he thought someone was being rude, but that was normally for things like, 'Thanks for saving my life'  not 'omg I'm sorry you did all of this for me!'  that was just awful.  Thanks, especially with gold, were all the politeness he needed.

The bottle meant absolutely nothing to him either.  He never was good with medicines or healing or shit like that so the bottle just looked like some magic stuff that would knock her out or heal her wounds or something.  Nothing spectacular, so he didn't really pay much attention when it shattered on the floor, but as if on cue the doctor and the man returned.  Megan was asleep.

"Ah!" Andwyad said with feigned cheerfulness, "Yer back!  Fantastic!" He clapped his hands to emphaize the 'glee' he wanted to portray.  "Now we can get on t'the negotiatin'.  'Cus ya know tha' ya can' do nothin' without it" He winked, "After all, ya did a blood oath and ya wouldn' wanna combust or sumthin'"

As he watched the two, he noted that they seemed to be standing a little closer than normal people, but it didn't register at the moment.  All he was focusing on was the butt ugly man and his own methods of negotiations.

"What's yer name anywho?"

The bastards eyes narrowed at Andwyad's words, "Hyuthes" he grunted.

"Fabulous!  I'm Andwyad!" His cheerful expression was still plastered on his face as he grin like a fool.  His mind was working though, calculating, while his facade through Hyuthes off.  "I'd like to open negotiations, and since that was my part of the blood oath, I get to choose the means."

he paused for dramatic effect.

"A fight, to the death."  His grin never wavered, "Th' winner gets th' gal.  The loser...well...he'll enjoy a nice earthy bed fora loooong time."

Megan was dreaming.


At first, her unconcious state of mind created something totally and utterly stupid. A petty little dream in which her and her Grandfather we having some kind of arguement, over some burnt bread. He was yelling at her, telling her that he was upset that he had even taken her in and that now that the bread was burnt he couldn't fulfil his lifes dream of completing the store to it's highest quality. She started to cry, and then after some more complicated yelling, she ran out of the store through the back door and under the willow tree. Then the dream changed. There was a man, siting by the fire. He was dressed in a crimson satin robe and he lay with a tobacco pipe between his pale lips. It was as if she was looking in from the window. A man came in through a large oak doorand began to speak. Even if she couldn't hear him, she knew what the man was talking about. He was talking about her. Something about how a man( Hyuthes)hadn't returned with her and that they needed more time. That the man(Hyuthes) needed to be warned to quicken his pace. The crimson robed man pulled out a pistol and shot the man standing in the doorway with a loud bang!


Megan awoke with a start, her breathing shallow, while sweat beads formed on her pale forehead. As she did the wooden chair in which she had offered for Andwyad to sit had fallen into a million pieces. The affects of the sleeping potion still heavily laid upon her shoulders, so she did not really notice at first. She wanted to go back to sleep but her wound was throbbing and she knew she couldn't, even with the effects of the potion. She sat up, and looked at the scene before her. She wasn't aware of what was going on and wasn't aware of what was going to happen. A fight to the death? If she heard that she would be panic striken. Everyone was staring at her, looking at her oddly, she looked away. How did the chair break? Was it somethigns she did? Was it her fault? She wasn't sure, but this kind of situation had been happening to her a lot lately, and she was starting to get worried.


With the sleeping potion still heavily upon her she sat up more striaght, even if it made her wound throb even more. "Andwyad....she said in a sleepy voice, I want to leave now....." she pulled the coveres off her slim legs and swung them over to the side of the bed. She stood up, but one of the crappy stiches ripped, and for a second the world spinned. Maybe she should just lay in bed... No, no, no , That was not a possibilty, She wanted to leave now, she didn't want to be around this man any longer. Whatever the hell his name was...

She swayed for a moment and then quickly regained her balance. She walked over to Andwyad and stared up at him. "Thank you, for being there and saving me...." her voice was quite, a whisper on the wind. She turned her back on him, her eyes reeling upon the man that had started all this. Put her life in hell for a couple of hours. She gave him a very icy glance, a death glare. She turned away from him and then turned to the doctor. "And thank you as well...." she pulled out a small pink pearl purse from her stained red skirt and opened it. A few coins could be heard rattaling inside it. She took them out and handed them to the doctor, knowing that it was more than enough, a tip if you will. She turned back to Andwyad."I want to go home, do you think-" Powerful hands seized her by the waist, very painful as that was where the wound was, and pushed her aside, so hard that she fell. "You can't leave ya little wench, I won't allow it, your mine!" said the butt ugly man who had done all of this. She looked up from where she sat on the floor, feeling her wound scorch on fire from being handled so roughly.


OOC: If any of that post was confusing just ask me because I'm a very confusing person. LOL

Almost the exact instant that he touched the girl, Hyuthes winced as the oath he had sworn with Andwyad began to burn in his veins.  The negotiations had been set, he had no choice but to follow and it made him grit his teeth.  Damn man!  He hated when people got in the way!

"I'll take yer damn challenge!" he growled, stepping away from Megan towards his opponent.

Andwyad couldn't help but notice the doctor's look of shock, and read it initially as simply shock, but she took a protective step towards Hyuthes before realizing what she was doing and quickly stepping back.  That was not normal, and it was noted.  The doc seemed to be a bit friendly with their mercenary friend it seemed.

"Fight how you want, " she snapped, "But don't do it in my house.  Both of you, take your quarrel to the streets."  she turned to Megan, "And you, you've ripped your stitches!  You'll have to stay here so I can mend them."  At that, his head shot up.

"Nah...doc, I really 'ppreciate what ya did fer her...but I'd like t'keep her with me."  he replied, trying to act as if he had no idea what was going on and was just as oblivious as he had first been.  It wouldn't do to let the doctor know he had caught on to her little game...and it wouldn't do to leave Megan alone with her.  She hadn't sworn a blood oath, and she was not bound to it's rules.  With her, Megan could be swept away in an instant, while he and Hyuthes battled it out.

"You don't knwo what you're talking about!" she snapped back, making her way over to where Megan had fallen, "She stays here."

Damnit, and here he hoped to avoid another fight.  Tough love.

"I think I do know what I'm talkin' 'bout." he replied, the smile seemed almost psychotic as he looked at her, "She ain't stayin' with ya alone.  Not t'mention she wants t'leave.  If ya retain 'er, I'll call the guard."

The doctor scowled down her nose, but she knew she had lost and curtly nodded her head, stepping backwards.  Immediately Andwyad stepped forward and scooped Megan up in his arms, mindfull of her wound.

"We can' leave," he muttered to her, "Not yet.  Th'doc is with th'guy....I swore a blood oath, but I won' lose."  It was true.  Not only did he not want to lose his life anytime soon, but he wanted to set Megan free and be on his way.  Enough was enough and he had reached enough once that grandpaw had been murdered.  "Jus' go back t'sleep an' it'll be over when ya wake."

He hoped.

Without another hesitation he walked out of the doctors house into a side alley and gently placed Megan on the ground, the building supporting her back.  After she was situated he stood up and dusted off his hands, turning back towards Hyuthes and the doctor who had followed him out.  Now she stood close to him, no longer pretending they were strangers.

"Alright." Andwyad muttered, reaching into his belt where he had placed Hyuthes' other blade.  "Fight t'th'death.  Ya can run away if ya like, but ya might explode as ya leave." he joked, knowing that the blood oath would consume either one of them if they decided to run.  They had to see this thing through to the end, and in the end, one of them would die anyways.....

"Ha!  Like I'd run away from th'likes o'ye!" the man retorted, spitting in scorn, "Ye should stay back." he told the doctor, she shook her head making Andwyad laugh.

"Ya best listen t'im!" he told her, the same goofy smile still on his face, "I don' 'ave much appreciation for yer taste, so I won' 'ave a problem killin' ya if needed."  taste as in her taste in men.  Gods but that guy was ugly!

She still lay on the floor as the ugly man winced in pain and she tilted her head in confusement. She also saw the doctor move a little too close with the man but thought nothing of it, at least not until Andwyad had said something. Then it was pretty obvious! There was a challenge? Again she tilted her head in confuesment wondering what she had missed when she was out of sorts. The challenge was a fight? God, now look what she's done. Andwyad had been caught in all this and now he was risking his life for about the third time. It was all her fault. The doctor snapped at her for tearing her stiches and it made her a little angry because that was the least of her worries. "Well it's not my fault ya did such a crappy job!" she snapped back, angry and a little nervous to see that the doctor seemed to want to get Megan all alone. She didn't think anything of the doctor and her with the stiches but obviously Andwyad did and he told her so. And so Andwyad was standing up for Megan, trying to keep her out of the grasps of the doctor who was in love with their enemy. Enemy!!! She wanted to know right now, what did this guy want with her?But before she could say anything Andwyad spoke up, telling her that they couldn't leave and that the doctor and the man were lovers, and that he swore a blood oath. She wasn't completly sure what a blood oath meant but she knew that it would hurt either man if they chose to walk away. Thats the only thing she knew.

Andwyad scooped her up gently and she somewhat blushed. She could walk, even if she was a little sleepy from the sleeping potion. That dream.... She didn't want to go back to sleep because of that dream. It had felt so real, as almost as if she was there. Maybe it was real! Maybe she actually saw something in the future or something that was happening at the same time while she was in bed. She knew it had to be real, and she had to tell Andwyad. But before she could he scooped her down, so that her back was against the wall, and then stood somewhat in front of the ugly man, the doctor at his side. She sat there looking at Andwyad and the man draw knives, she felt bad for getting him all into this, soon he wouldn't be there for her anymore and she would be left with one leg to stand on. She'd be all alone,and if that dream was real, well, then, she would have to go into hiding, maybe even change her name.

The doctor moved away from her lover and next to the wall where Megan was sitting in one fast movement. Almost like a hawk that swooped down to catch it's prey. She leaned her back against the wall and crossed her little pale arms. For the first time Megan caught a really good look at her. She had a dress that was a very ugly grey, with white cloth for the neckline, and it only went to about her knees. Her hair, which was a dark rich brown was pulled up into a messy bun, where many ringlet curls could be seen. She was very pale, very very pale at that, but she had the same tinted red lips and cheeks as Megan. She had deep blue eyes that were crystal clear, but still looked hostile. The doctor looked down and noticed Megan staring, then looked up back at her love "You know, your worth a lot to the High Lord, he do anything to have you, even kill us all" Megan stared at her in complete shock. " Why does he want me?" Megan asked, feeling a shiver run down her spine. Now the doctor looked at her shocked. " You mean you don't know?" she asked staring at Megan wide eyed. Megan shook her head, no, she didn't. "Hunny, you've got power beyond belief, you just haven't discovered it yet, but the High Lord, who sees all, has, and he wants it."


Megan looked up at the doctor for the longest time. It couldn't be true, I mean, she wasn't special enough to have....power. Power? Look at her right now, sitting on the side of a building, with a stab wound in her side, almost lost in dream world from a potion she couldn't even fight. No, the doctor spoke lies, she had to be. Megan sighed and looked back at Andwyad. He seemed very perpared and ready to do just about anything to get free of the oath and get Megan free.

And that was it, wasn't it?

After that he would be gone, and she would probably never see him again. He probably wouldn't give a second thought about her and she would have to deal with it wouldn't she? After he would be gone she would probably just start up the shop again, and live alone for the rest of her life. That's how it would be, even if she didn't want it like that. She suddenly found herself growing and likeing for Andwyad, even if he was totally oblivious to it.  Hyuthes, so she was told, pulled out his knife and spat again on the ground. "I'm going to win, and take the girl with me, and your going to end up laying here in your own pool of blood!" spat the man, venom lacing his words, dripping from his mouth. He took the knife in both hands and turned sideways, then he lunged for Andwyad.

OOC: What are we going to do after we defeat this dude. Maybe he would knock you unconcious, and that would be a way around the blood oath, I think, and the doctor and him take Megan to the High lord and uh.. I'm not really sure.. LOL

ooc: well...I was thinking that Andy'd kill Hyuthes, and the doctor would get pissed if you want Megan to get taken away!  that would work!  But the blood oath....if one of them doesn't die, they both will ._.

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Andwyad could only laugh as the bastard made his threat.  HA!  Like he'd lose to the likes of him!

"Fat chance, ugly!"  He spat back, the stupid grin growing.  Hell, it unnerved his enemies to fight a smiling psycho!  Not to mention it threw their guard down because they thought they were fighting a pansy.  Little did they know that Andy was a skilled mercenary and assassin and could pretty much do anything.

He was the shit, man!

Not that he was proud or anything....nope....he was really humble.

At least that's why he told himself....

With that the fight broke loose.  Hyuthes couldn't restrain his anger any longer and charged.  His first mistake.  Despite his disposition, Andwyad was a fairly mellow person.  He took no pleasure from a fight, mostly, and had trained long and hard to keep a level head in the heat of battle.  The number one flaw in most fighters was that they lost themselves in an enemy provoked rage and did something stupid.

Like this bastard.  Who the hell charges an opponent in a fit of rage?

"Yer really stupid." Andwyad commented as he swooped left, avoiding the dagger the Hyuthes flashed easily.  Of course, his comment only helped to turn the guys face purple.  Of course, that made him commit another battle no no.  He did a battle cry.  HA!  Like that was helping!  If anything it tore his concentration making it easy for Andwyad to spot an opening.

Hmmm....to play or not to play?

Well...any damage that he did would only improve Hyuthes' appearance.

He danced around the blade again and took his own dagger, poking Hyuthes in his unprotective side enough to break the skin, but not nearly enough to immobilize him.  Hell, he could have killed him if he wanted, but this was too much fun!

So yeah...the thought that he didn't like fighting just for fightings sake?  Pretty much a lie.  Once he was in it, fighting was fun...especially against a bonehead like this guy.

"Ya missed!" Andy sang as Hyuthes swung again, leaving another opening which he took, leaving a thin gash across his face.  it was fun, toying with him like this!  It made him seem almost invincible!  Like he could do anything and get away with it!

And that was when he made his own mistake.  And it was a mistake much worse than Hyuthes'.

He became over confident, and let his guard down.

Without warning, Hyuthes feinted left and swiftly turned right bringing his dagger upwards towards Andwyad's throat.  He saw it too late to evade it completely and raised his arm to protect the area around his neck.  The dagger tore deeply into his arm, but Hyuthes' didn't stop there.  Using the brute strength that only a fat man could muster through his own weight, he pulled the dagger down Andwyad's arm and into his side.  He could feel the cold steal scrape against his ribcage before he finaly menuevered himself out of the way.  The blade had come to rest right where his ribcage ended.  Any lower and it would have sunk into his intestines.

This wasn't good!

The pain in his side made him cry out when he moved away from certain death at the end of that guys dagger.  He felt like his entire torso was on fire and he could feel his blood gushing out of the deep wound.  Damnit...this thing would need stitching, and even after finding a good doctor who wasn't corrupted, getting full use of his right arm would be more than unlikely.  He could feel that the blade had severed tendons and muscles, leaving his arm hanging uselessly at his side.

Shit.

At this rate he wasn't going to do anything.

Damnit!  How could he have let down his guard!  Damnitshitfuckmuffins!!!!  Now, if he didn't do something fast, he was going to die from bloodloss...and he wouldn't have time to do anything!

Calm down Andy....calm down....he just needed to clear his head.  He wasn't dead yet...he still had fight left in him.

"Ya call this a wound?" he asked, wincing as his words shook his sides, sending firewaves of pain shooting through him, "It wouldn'....killa chiken.."

"Yer dead" Hyuthes' said simply, "Ye won' live another ten minutes wit tha' bloodloss."  He sheathed his dagger and Andwyad couldn't help but grin.

"Ya can' leave..." he breathed, switching the dagger to his left hand, "I said...a fight...t'th'death....I ain't dead....bastard."  With that the man unsheathed his dagger again and walked forward, holding it out level with Andwyad's neck.

"Then I'll finish ye quick." he snarled.  Andwyad didn't move.  He needed to bide his time.  If he left now he wouldn't reach Hyuthes before he collapsed.  Already his head was spinning....he needed Hyuthes to be right on him....he hadn't used up all of his tricks...not yet.

Wait....just wait...he's coming closer....

NOW!

With out preamble, Andwyad moved.  He stepped quickly to the side, pivoted and threw his dagger with deadly accuracy.  The blade burried itself in Hyuthes' throat.  His eyes stared at Andwyad with disbelief before blood filled his lungs and he collapsed, eyes staring into space, never to see the living world again.

That finished, Andwyad sunk to his knees, his head was bowed against his chest as he struggled to breathe.  Damn...the dagger must have clipped his lungs too...not anything bad...just enough that he could taste copper on his tongue.

but he wasn't finished....

"It's done." he told the doctor through gritted teeth, "We fought...t'th'....death....th' gal's mine....ya can'....can' break a blood oath..."  it was true too...she couldn't....but...he couldn't protect her anymore...he was too injured....

Gods but it hurt!  It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, it hurt to stay still...and everything was spinning.  There was blood everywhere, soaking his breeches, covering his entire torso.  And on the ground....

damnit...was that all his?

Fast as she could Megan sprung to her wobbly feet and ran to Andwyad's side. The doctor also ran in a hysterical fit of tears to her lover that now lay dead on the ground, in his own pool of crimson red blood. However, as Megan noticed, Andwyad was also loosing blood fast, and she knew that she had to do something, in the way that he had done for her. "Andwyad, just wait okay, I'm going to try to get you to a different doctor". Her survival mode overiding her weak mode finally kicked in and she figured she had at least enough strength to help him, even if her own stab wound was still only a couple hours old. (Little powerplaying, can be modified)But in her heart, she knew she could to it. From no where, this immense sort of strength seemed to fall on her shoulders, and with little difficulty she scooped Andwyad up. His arm was around her shoulder and she was supporting him on the side, putting pressure on the wound so it would stop bleeding. Even though she didn't like the look or smell of blood, she let her hand get lathered with the irony liquid, feeling it between her fingers as she gingerly carried Andwyad. She knew he was probably battaling to stay awake as she had. It was late afternoon and the port was busy. She went up to a complete stranger, a woman to be in fact, and asked for more directions to a different doctor. The woman stared at the both of them wide eyed, for truth be told they were both covered in each other's blood, only Andwyad's was fresh. The woman quickly muttered some directions and then scurried off, probably terrified of them both.

Little did Megan know was that the other doctor was pissed. In a fit of rage she went back into her house and took out a small bag full of exploding capsolsm, laced with posion, in which she had kept hidden for so many years, in case of burgraly(sp?") or theft. She took it out and loaded it with all the bullets she could. She took a deep breath. She didn't care about getting Megan to the High Lord anymore. All she wanted to do was kill them both, kill them for killing her lover, who still lay out in the street. Tears streaked her face in which it was stained with handprints of blood. She had put her hands on her lover's neck in order to try to stop the bleeding but it was no use. Then she had put her hands to her eyes, crying hysterically. Now her face was dirty and more ugly than before. She put the bag in the pocket of her dress and headed out the door.

Megan, getting tiered now from supporting Andwyad's weight, was panting as she made her way along the wide street to a home that looked more welcoming then the lasts doctor's house. It was made out of red brick and had a pure white door on it. This time Megan had to knock, staining the door with her saturated blood hand. A plump, cheery woman opened the door with a smile, but as soon as she saw Megan and Andwyad it quickly faded into a panic stricken frown. She did naught but say one word as she ushered them in quickly, closing the door with a slam. "How did this happen?" she asked taking Andwyad from Megan's shoulder and making him lay back on a white linnen bed. Megan couldn't tell if he was awake or not and she leaned a little more forward to check. The doctor turned to her "You must be exhausted, what happened?" she repeated starting to clean up Andwyad's wound gingerly. After getting off as much blood as she could she pulled it open a little and looked inside. "There's not that much damage but he'll have to rest for a while, maybe a week... she turned to Megan again, her eyes now sharp,"I'll ask one more time, how did this happen?" Megan repressed to sneer angry that this woman wanted to know their business, she racked her brains for a good lie."He got into a fight, he's my boyfrined and another man was trying to take me away from him, and so they got into a fight and suddenly daggers came out and it was all bloody.."Megan was trying to sound convincing and over dramatic and it worked. The plump doctor believed her. Some grey hair fell in front of her face.

"Men these days, phh, they can get so jealouse, my husband died a long time ago...." Megan could only smile as the doctor started to stich up the wound in Andwyad's side. "And what about you, you are bleeding as well..." Megan looked down at her wound and noticed by all the rouch handeling and carrying Andwyad she had ripped her stiches and made the wound bigger, it was bleeding a little. This time she couldn't think of a good lie, and instead said.."Oh, it's nothing, it's probably his blood, no biggie" God did it sting, but she wasn't about to show it. She would probably have to stich it up her self, or even maybe just let it go and hope it didn't get infected.

The plump doctor finally finished with Andwyad's wound and left the room for a second, probably getting Andwyad something for the pain or maybe more cloth to dry up the blood. Megan couldn't help but just stare at Andwyad, take in all his features. If he was unconcious, as she hoped because you wouln't notice the pain, then she would be here for him when he woke up. She didn't want to leave his side, and she wanted to tell him about the dream anyway. She closed her eyes, relaxing for the first time in a couple of days. She was exhausted from all that had happened and the sleeping potion still had quite an effect, even if that dream was enough to wake her right out of it. She could smell, and feel, his and her blood upon her and it somewhat made her sick, but she tried to think of something else. She breathed in deeply, and breathed out deeply, feeling her own heart in her chest finally settle to a steady beat.

Soon she was fast asleep.

ooc: XDD  we're just a lovely bunch of coconuts, yes?  hahahaha, falling like flies!

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When Megan raced to his side, Andwyad couldn't help but grin stupidly up at her.  His arm hung limply at his side with blood dripping down his numb fingertips, adding to the fast collecting pool at his feet.  In the back of his mind he knew that it was serious, but it was hidden underneath the humor that only someone half drunk with blood loss could muster.

"Hehe...Lookit!" he exclaimed, or as much as he could through his heaving lungs, "It'sall red an'shiny..." his speach was obviously slurred and his eyes rolled in their sockets.  He wouldn't have noticed she had looped his arm around her shoulders if it hadn't stretched his wound in the process.

Immediately the hillarity of the situation fell away as his side felt like it was splitting open.  He hissed in pain, unable to stiffle a small yelp as they started moving.  Damnit but it hurt.  It wasn't like the blade had hit anything of major importance, but Gods did it burn!  He wanted to lash out and strike Megan for moving him!!  He would have, too!  If the arm that was free wasn't the one he couldn't move.  Every moment was agony, and although it was only a few minutes before they reached wherever they were going, it felt like an eternity.

And the blood continued to pour, refusing to be staunched by Megan's efforts.  His blood soaked his own bare chest and breeches as well as defiling all of Megan's clothes.  But he didn't notice.  All of his attention was on every step, every goddess damned step that set a new blaze in his side.  He wished that he could just pass out from the bloodloss and pain, but knowing that Megan wouldn't be able to support his 6foot frame without some help, he forced his eyes to stay open.

Gods, were they ever going to get there!?  Wherever there was?

And who the hell is that lady?  Damnit woman!  Why did she have to stop for a curteousy call now!?  Couldn't she tell that he was slowly fucking dying and here she was paying a house visit!?!?!

Oh!

Scratch that thought.

That plump woman was actually a doctor, on, well then, whatever!  At least he would be able to sleep now...just lay down and close his eyes for a bit...Gods but he was exhausted!  All of that fighting was enough to do even the strongest in!

Yes....sleep sounded good....

He didn't know when, but he realized that he had already been laid down on one of the beds the doctor used for her patients and she was meticulously cleaning his wound.  She checked inside and out, mumbling quietly to herself and tsking softly.  Obviously she wasn't too thrilled with whatever was going on.  Not that he was surprised!  The mans blade had severed his body starting at his elbow and dragging a clean line all the way down his ribcage.  That couldn't be good!

Ah, damn!  She was starting to stitch up his arm!  Even out of his mind, he was sane enough to bite his lip to keep from crying out.  His wound already ached like crazy, but now the added tension of pulling and pushing with the needle was enough to bring tears to the corners of his eyes.  Gyah!  It felt like it went on forever!

Push, pull, DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG as the thread pulled though his skin.  It was the oddest sensation, and painful!

Finally, after decades, she was finished.  Megan had fallen asleep in the chair across the room and the doctor left to wash her hands and clean her supplies.  When she returned, she  gently wrapped Andwyad's entire arm and torso in linen bandages to keep infection at bay while he healed.  The wound had been worse than she had originally anticipated, noting that the knife had clipped his lungs by listening to his breathing and smelling his breath.  It didn't seem like any life threatening, he wouldn't die if his wound stayed clean....but....

"'ow bad?" he murmured as she situated the pillows around his head to try and make him more comfortable.

"You're not in good shape." she replied, her eyes glowing warmly like a mother coddling her baby boy, "I have to go find a healer.  Although, even now, you might not regain use of that arm."

Fantastic....just what he needed.

"Thank your lady that you didn't die."  He would have questioned at the way she said 'lady', but right now his mind was reeling and all he could think of to do was nod stiffly and lean back on the pillows, slipping into a dead faint.

OOC: Yeah we do fall ike flys don't we, but I love it! I've got a lovely bunch of cocunuts diddly diddly, there they are a standing in a row, didddidly diddidly, big ones small ones, slightly bigger than you head.... uh I would never have to do this for mufasa. LOL

When the doctor had come back into the room Megan opened her eyes slowly, the movement of the doctor making her awake. Though no one else noticed that she was awake and so she didn't make a peep as she listened to what was going on.  Andwyad asked how bad was it and the doctor repied with a horrible answer. Megan couldn't help but feel her eyes spring open in shock. What had she done? She had gotten him in to all of this and now he wouldn't be able to use his arm? That's horrible! What had she done! She kept asking herself that, feeling so bad about all that had happened. She could feel a tear streak down her blood stained face. Oh how horrible she felt....A glass vile on a table in which the doctor kept handy, suddenly shattered into pieces, it's contenents spilling. The doctor jumped at the sound, and when she realized what had happened she quickly ran to clean up. "What in the world? How did this happen?" she asked putting the pieces of glass in her hand gingerly so as not to cut herself. Megan, on accident, let out a small whimper and the doctor turned in her direction. "Did you do this?" The doctor asked, a little stren. Just to be safe Megan shook her head no , but deep inside she knew now what the other doctor was talking about. She had great power inside her. She just didn't know it.

She stood up, taking out her little pink purse from her stained rose pink skirt and opened it, finding more than plenty of coins to last. She went up to the doctor and paid her a good lump sum. The doctor smiled and curtseyed. "Thank you ver much for your assitance, and here is for the healer..." The doctor smiled again and said "It's not'a problem dear, I just do what I do best!" Megan couldn't help but smile at the woman's cheerfulness. The doctor went back into the other room and Megan went over and brought the chair up  next to Andwyad's bed.  She noticed that he was asleep and so she said nothing as she leaned her head back into the chair, resting her head on the soft red velvet that it was made of. At least she couldn't stain this chair!

Outside, the doctor with the capsols was stil scouring the streets. She went up to the lady who Megan had asked for directions. "Did a woman come by and ask for directions?" She asked boastfully, loudly, almost as if yelling. The woman stared fearful at the woman and then quickly nodded and muttered some directions for the doctor. With that the woman ran, fear of her life. The doctor, still filled with rage, quickly made her way to her enemy's house. Doctor Seef. Her and Docter Seef had always been rivals, always trying to proove to the folk that their place was better. Dr. Seef always got more visitors.....This only filled the rage of the Doctor as she turned the handel on the snow white door, taking note to the blood hand print upon it. She opened it loudly, not even careing if somebody heard her. It was a small hallway and she knew exactly where to go. She went straight and then made a left. There she stood in the doorway , Megan looking fearfully up at her from her seat in the chair.

Megan stood up, and for no reason why she somewhat jumped in front Andwyad's bed, trying to protect him maybe... The plump woman, Doctor Seef, came out of the room in which she was in. "What's going o-"?

BANG! The doctor threw a capsol at Doctor Seef right in the forehead, Doctor Seef was dead before she even knew it coming. Megan stood, silently watching the doctor in fear. The doctor turned toward her and Andwayd, but mostly to her because she was standing up, staring straight at her. The doctor opened her mouth to say something when suddenly there came a knock upon the white door. The doctor, still in rage, said "Come with me to answer it, NOW!" Megan, afriad of what would happen if she didn't, did as she was told and was led by the doctor towards the front door. She peered out a window. It was the healer. She opened the door and before the doctor could do anything she said "Hello, we will not be needing your services anymore, but for making the call here you are!" IT was the worst cheery expression she had even done but the healer seemed still all too none please that he had made a house call for nothing. Megan, very cautiously pulled out her pink purse and handed some coins to the healer. "Bye now!" she said as she closed the door on his face. She knew Andwayd needed a healer, but right now she didn't want to see anybody else get hurt. The doctor led her back into the room, and Megan quickly took to Andwyad's side again, trying to protect them. This time the doctor broke down into a fit of tears, but still angry. "You killed him, god damnit, you killed him! she looked up from her fit of tears, and now I'm going to kill you!" She raised a capsol up, ready to throw, but Megan, fearful for Andwyad's life, quickly reacted and she ran towards the doctor, forcing her weight upon her so that she would miss.

And she did. The first capsol flew and  went straight through a wall, nearly missig Andwyad's bed post. Megan struggled with the doctor trying to take the gun away from her, all the while the doctor kept saing you killed him you killed him! The doctor thre w one up again and this time it went through the ceiling, making a tiny hole in which she could see the sky above. Megan pushed again, and this time her and the doctor fell on the floor, flapping like fish on land. Megan tried desperatly with all her might to get the bag away from the doctor. The doctor, with firm hands, took the bag out of Megan's grasp and stood up, kicking Megan in the nose in the process making it bleed. But that didn't stop Megan. She stood up quickly as the doctor raised another capsol at Andwyad. After all that he had been through with her she would not let that happen! The doctor threw and Megan got in the way of the capsol, feeling it go through her shoulder. The pain was doubled, but she didn't pay attention to it right now, right now her two concerns were to get the bag away from the doctor and to protect Andwyad. That was it. Megan lundged toward her again and this time the doctor stumbeled back and hit her head agasint a medicine cabinet, knocking her unconcious. Megan quickly took the bag away, stashing it into her own pocket of her skirt. She quickly returned to Andwyad's side wanting to ask if he was okay though she was not sure if he was still unconcious or not. She cradeled her shoulder, for it ached so bad, but she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she was the one with the capsols,. not the crazed doctor who was only starting to wake up..

(Sorry it's so long... though plenty good!)

ooc:  O_o  you killed the doctor!!  You AWFUL PERSON!  *snifflesobcry!!!*  Oh, and also....I think that Connlaoth is the only place with guns O_o  and they're more like bayonette type guns too.....umm.......do you just want to say the doctor had some potion things she made?  Like....exploding capsules..?  lol

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The healer watched in surprise as Megan answered the door and shoved some coin in his hands before turning him away and slamming the door in his face.  Not to mention, directly after hearing a loud bang followed by the slump of a body hitting the floor.

He frowned.

That girl had certainly not looked fine!  She was covered in blood which had lingered on the coins she had handed him.  This didn't sound good...it didn't look good, and it stentched of death.  Something was going on in that house and the healer was not about to sit by and watch.

But he wasn't about to barge in without help either.

He went to the guard.

Thankfully they were positioned throughout the town and it was quick and painless finding one nearby.  After telling him and his companions about the situation, they headed back towards the doctor's house in time to hear two more explosions.  Some sort of fight was going on behind that door, and they were about to find out what.

One of the guards banged on the door with his fist and waited, hoping that the door would just be opened, but he struck when Megan tackled the doctor and went unnoticed.  With a frown he looked at he companions and motioned with one hand.  Immediately they drew their swords.  With a deep breath, two of them stepped forward and slammed into the door with their shoulders.

Once,

Twice

BAM!

The door fell off of its hinges and the guard swarmed inside.  Immediately one went to the doctor who had been hit with some sort of explosive.  The guard hissed and backed away, turning his head from the carnage.  Her head had a gaping hole on the forhead, her eyes starring blankly up at the ceiling.  There was no doubt that she was dead.

But who had done it!?

"STOP!" One guard shouted, raising his sword as Megan who, he thought, was hovering over the injured man with a lustful gleam in her eyes.  "Step away from the bed and come around to the front."

"There's another over here!" Another man shouted, helping the other doctor to her feet.  Although he was comforting, he kept a firm grip on her arm.  At the moment, there were two suspects and she was most certainly one of them.

"I didn't do it!" the doctor sobbed, trying to shake her way loose from the guards hold but without avail.  "That...that monster!!!" she pointed and accusing finger at Megan, no longer carring with the high lord wanted her alive or not.  She wanted revenge, on them both "She killed the doctor!  She threw something at her!  And she die!" Her face was stained with tears, "I tried to save her, but...but...." she trailed off, sobbing loudly.

OOC: *smacks head* Whoops! I  forgot that it was still midevil, sorry about that. Yeah the capsuals work, but damnit! Megan has them on her!LOL

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As the doctor was getting up Megan heard a loud BAM and she jumped, thinking that maybe the doctor had one more capsole(sp?) on her. But no, after the bam there were gaurds swarming the place everywhere! Then one gaurd raised their sword at her! Not the crazy doctor! They told her to step away from Andwyad's bed immedietly.  She did as she was told, but still stayed in visual distance, wanting more than anything to stay at Andwyad'd side. She tried to wipe away the blood flow of her nose but it wouldn't stop, the stupid doctor had probably broken it! Ohh was she pissed.  Megan heard the words of the doctor, she heard them, but she couldn't believe them. She was about to cross her arms but then the pain in her shoulder ached so bad that she almost cried out. She let them go limp at her side. "Now wait a second here! You should hear my half of the story, because, one it's the truth!" Her voice was clear but it somewhat wavored a bit becaue her shoulder was acheing so bad that she wanted to cry. She took a deep breath. "My motive to be hear is because of him! she said pointing to Andwyad who she could not tell if he was asleep or not. Next she pointed to the doctor. "Her boyfriend got in a fight with him and they fought! She's the one who wants revenge! And my shoulder, and nose, do you think I would have done them myself! Certainly not. The only reason why I have the capsols is because I took them away from her before she woke up!!" Megan had proven her point and that was all that she could do... for now.


A gaurd raised his sword at her as she walked over to the red satin chair and sat down. Her shoulder hurt so badly and it was pulsating. Her nose ached and it wouldn't stop gushing. How dirty she felt! All in blood and stained clothes , messy hair and dirty feet.  When this woman was locked up for good Megan was going to leave this town.. LEAVE IT! Go somewhere new and start fresh, leave her troubles behind.. maybe even learn how to use this power. Andwyad. Well, he could come with her if he wanted, but she wasn't to sure if he did. At this thought she coudln't help but sigh. Then her head shot up. She had a brilliant idea! The gaurds were discussing things and the doctor was still in the cornor with the gaurd firmly on her arm. She stood up, which I guess alarmed the gaurds because they all pointed their swords at her. She raised her arms up in comission. "Hey Doc? What's thoese capsoles made of"? "The main ingredient is posion you little wench, I hope you die!" The doctor couldn't contain her anger, and all the gaurds heard it. "Excuse me! What did you just say? I'm going to have to place you under( I don't know if arrest is the same in midevil times, something with the king?)


Five or six gaurds took her out and only two remained. He came up to Megan. "We pretty much ran over you're story and it made more sence than the doctor's, sorry to bother you. Oh and you should really get that shoulder checked out, she did say it was posion. Here..." He lifted up the tanktop a bit which made her convulse away just a little. Oh DAMNIT! HER !#$!$$# SHOULDER WAS BLUE! "Wohhh, you should really get that checked I wouldn't know what too do with it because I'm only a gaurd, I'll see ya later!" With that he left, leaving one gaurd to clean up and take the body and the healer to do what healers do. That gaurd was out in about ten minutes and the healer left in about twenty. Megan sighed, not feeling too good with all this blood on her, her nose gushin, her fricken shoulder blue. Let me just say that ached badly. She sat back in the chair next to Andwyad. She was so exhausted and she was seeing spots! She closed her eyes, feeling her breathing somewhat shallow. She fell into a very light sleep. If one might look at her, they would consider her dead!

ooc: I'm not sure if you've read my post in the GDB, but I'm really bogged down with the start of the semester!  I'm posting as quickly as time and my muse allows!  I haven't disappeared!

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The healer stayed back as the guards did their duty.  He had expected things to last for some time, and with not a little bit of difficulty.  Surprisingly, everything was handled quickly and the matter was resolved in the matter of minutes; not the hours he had assumed.

He recognized the doctor as she was led away by the guard, and supressed a shiver as a second body was carried out, covered by a sheet they had taken from the house.  He had know Seef for years, had seen her practice open and all of her customers.  To see her destroyed by another so quickly and without mercy made his blood boil.  If he were an irrational man he would have sought revenge for her sake, but years of healing had given him a sympathetic heart and he just watched her escorted to the dungeons with pity.  What had happened to that woman to fill her with so much hate?  Surely not just the death of her loved one....this went deeper, psychologically.

One guard came out and murmured what had transpired as well as crudely assessing the injuries inflicted on both the girl and the man who was sleeping feverishly on the cot.

It didn't sound good.

The girl...poisoned?  And by the guards description it sounded foul.

With a quickened step, the healer entered the house and looked at both of them.  The man was stable.  His wound needed healing, obviously, as well as what seemed like some problems with his lungs, but he would last far longer than the girl.  Her shoulder was blue and she had fallen into a still sleep.

He cursed as he looked at her.  She was breathing so shallowly that it seemed as if air bearly pentrated her lips.  The poison was spreading, and it was doing its job.  If he let her sit any longer she would fall into a coma and, quite possibly, never wake up again.  He needed to work quickly.  There was no time to spare.

With a whistle he caught one of the guards attention and asked him to fetch certain herbs and ointments from Seefs cabinents.  While the guard was gone, the healer tore off part of the sheet that was covering the man and immediately started blotting away the blood that was beginning to clot at the wound.  At this point in time, the wound healing would not be the best idea....best let more blood escape along with the poison, to slow the rate in which it would overtake her body.  The moment it hit her heart....he didn't even want to think about it.

The guard returned with the requested items.  Without even hesitating to say thank you, the healer began mixing powders and liquids in a small flask until it turned a bright yellow.  Immediately, he began spreading it over the wound.  It smelled something foul, but it's effects were immediate.  The blue color stopped spreading.  It would take some time for the poison to be completely flushed out, but at least he had stopped it and could start the girl on oral doses to destroy it completely.  It would be a lengthy process, and certainly not without pain, but she would be healed with time.

That finished, he wrapped her shoulder with gauze and looked at her nose.  Broken, but nothing serious.  At least, not something that would take a lot of power to fix.  With two fingers he gently touched her nose and sent his power coursing into the tissue and bone in her nose.  He felt them shift back into place and the broken blood vessels began to mend.  Soon enough it was back to normal with some deep purple bruises showing up along her face, but they would heal in time.

Now, to look at the man.

Turning around, he was surprised to see that he was awake, although his eyes rolled drunkenly, not really focusing on anything at all.

"Who're youe?" he murmured, rolling his eyes towards the healer.  Everything was fuzzy, and he wouldn't remember anything by the time he truly woke up in a few hours.

"I'm Loeard, a healer.  I'm going to try and mend you, if you don't object?"

"Nah...nah.....ya'cn go'head"  With that he eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body relaxed as he sunk back into the exhausted sleep of a man seriously wounded.  Blessed sleep that erased the pains that wracked his body.

Biting his tounge, the healer set to work.  Seef had done a phenominal job mending his arm and side, but she could do nothing about his punctured lung; that was were he started.  Closing his eyes Loeard submerged himself into the intricacies of the human body.  With his magic he followed Andwyad's veins and arteries until he found himself focusing on the torn organ.  A soft glow filled his eyes which he directed towards the tissue and delicately began linking them back together.  It was a hard job, being a healer.  Having just healing powers was not good enough, you needed to know every nook and crevesse of the body in order to heal anything internally.  Years of study went into Loeard's art, and hours of labor did it take to mend anything internally.  While he was submerged in healing Andwyad he couldn't judge the passing of time and by the time he was finished, two hours at least had passed.

And he was exhausted, his magic completely and utterly spent.  But at least he was able to heal the most life threatening wound.  He could tell that the man might never use his right arm again if the tendons weren't mended, but that would need to wait, and even then, he wouldn't simply heal them all.  All healers could do was help the body along in it's healing process, guiding the tissues that strung together in a much shorter time frame than nature.  Healing that deep of a gash on demand would take many treatments, and he would have to see if the man was up for it.

For now, he was finished.

ooc: It's really no problem. I understand comp-....well not completly but I do know what you're talking about.


She did not move an inch as the healer began to fix her. She was sound asleep through the whole prosedure and was still asleep when he was finished and moved on to Andwyad. All that had happen was that she had goten a slight chill when he used his magic upon her, making her curl up more upon the chair. Her breathing became more regular as the poison stopped spreading. In time her shoulder would return back to it's normal color. For now, it was blue. She somewhat twisted and turned in her chair. She was having a horrible nightmare. The doctor... the doctor...that horrible doctor was chasing after her.. a big butcher knife in her hand. She must run... must get away from the doctor, but it seemed like she was running in place. She wasn't getting anywhere! She just had to get away but every time she thought that the doctor seemed to come closer and closer, raising the knife above her head. Then suddenly Megan stopped. She didn't know why but she stopped in the dream, and turned around. She turned straight for the doctor and the docter seemed to stop, putting the knife down hesitatnly. Megan felt a power rush in her, making her feel powerful but yet also lightheaded. What was this? where was this comoing from? Megan was usually the girl that would run and run and be very afraid. This was not the Megan. Was it? Power shot out of Megan and toward the doctor, knocking her off her feet with a loud bang.

Megan's head shot up. That was some weird dream. She was still in the chair,m breathing heavily and sweating profusely toward the nightmare. It was the oddest dream she had ever had, not counting the one with the man in the crimson re robe. She touched her nose, noticing that it no longer hurt the way it did but was still sword with black and blue marks. She looked over at her shoulder. It was sore btu yet at the same time numb. She didn't know how to explain that feeling. She sighed. She kept falling into light sleeps and waking up. Oh how very tiered she was. She needed to get home and rest. She looked over at Andwyad and noticed that he was still unconciouse in his bed. He looked majorly ill what with the stiches and the fever taking hold of him. She sighed again... She had done that to him....But there was nothing more she could do and so she stood up, swayed with tieredness, and then moved over into the other room to wash off some of the blood. After getting just a little freshed up so she could at least go out into public she would try to say goodbye to Andwyad, leave a note for him, and then probably leave. Never seeing him again. Oh but how she would miss him! How she never wanted to leave his side! He had stayed by her's for no reason at all and all she wanted to do now was be with him. But it wasn't possible. He didn't feel that way.

She filled the sink with the clear water and then looked down. Her apperance had changed mighty. Her once beautiful blond hair was now caked with blood and dirt, pulled up into a very messy bun with some string. Peices of it still feel down and flickered before her eyes. Her face was dirty and full of blood from everyone, the doctor, her, Andwyad. Blood was just everywhere and she figured she would at least burn these clothes. She lifted up her shirt and looked at the open stab wound. It was so nasty and repulsive that she had to put her shirt back down. It was open and caked with dry blood that kept flaking off and a part of it was slightly green. She tired to repress a shiver with no avail. She again looked at her shoulder, noticing that now it was a very light bluew, with some pink. It actually looked like she had taken some paint and put it on....that was just not right. She once again looked down into the clear water, and with one last sigh she plunged her pale, bloody hands into it, making the water change from a clear to a light pink. She washed her face, and her arms, around her open stab wound, and around the shoulder. After refiling and emptying the sink for about the hundreth time she finally proclaimed herself as decent and then walked out of the room, back into Andwyad's room.


She stared at him, noticing that he had her blood all over him. She quickly went back into the room and dipped a cloth into some cold water. She came back in a slapped it against his forhead, trying to bring down the fever just a bit. Then she went back in and grabbed another cloth and dipped it in.. drenching it. She came back out and started to clean off her blood. It was the least she could do after all that he had done for her. I mean the guy probably couldn't even use his fricken arm after all that had happened.. That was all her fault. After cleaning him up somewhat she put the cloth back and then sat down for a moment. " You know..... it's really funny... you and me risk our lives for each other...and yet I barely even know anything about you!" She couldn't help but laugh a small, empty laugh at that. It was true too.. if anything would happen to him she knew that no matter how it happened she would always blame herself. Every little thing. "Goodbye Andwyad....goodbye.." she whispered standing up with a sad frown. She really didn't want to go.. but she knew she had too because she had no other choise. She didn't want anything else to happen to this poor man.

She streched, being careful not to harm her shoulder or stabbed side and then yawned.. Oh how she couldn't wait to sleep in her own bed, and maybe take a warm bath. She started moving toward the door.... She turned back, looking at the bed where Andwyad was through the hallway. Was she really going to leave him?"I have no other choice!" she countered with herself, feeling a slight tear escape from her baby blue eye. She sighed and pulled open the door. Only to have a man with red, spiky hair grab her and drag her away.

OOC: Oh god.. not again! Really long for you and only you! :D  :shock:

ooc:  GYAH!  It ate my post!  And it was so good and long and *sniff*

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He didn't know how long he was out, but he was roused by the cool towel being dabbed across his chest.  At first he simply thought he was getting cold, that his body was slowly shutting down and death was traveling up through his limbs.  Ah!  Cruel world!  He was far too young to die, but here he was being overcome by the cold of death.  He still had so much to do in life!  His dreams!  Oh his dreams!  He had yet to become so rich he could spend his coin on anything he so desired.  He still had to fall deeply and madly in love!  Lust was easy, it was an integral part of his life...but love!  Ah love!  he had yet to meet the person with whom he would stay forever!

What a cruel, cruel world!

The cool was gone and his eyes flickered open, slowly adjusting to the dim light of the room.  He was just in time to see Megan walking away and he couldn't supress his sigh.  So she had died too!  It was too terrible!  All of his hard work, and here she was...dead with him...because of him?  He hadn't been able to help her!  Whatever had happened he was completely unconcious and she ended up getting hurt.

And now look!  She was being dragged away by demons!  How awful!  She must have led a horrible life to be taken away by a red-haired demon into the endless realm of fire and ice and....

He yelped as he shifted and his wound pulled.  It hurt like crazy, the dull thud, thud, thud of pain began running up and down his arm and torso.  Which meant....

Shit.

The gal!

WIthout thinking he sat up, feeling the stitches tear from his side which caused him to fall back onto the bed with a yelp.  He panted as he closed his eyes against the pain.  That had been exceedingly stupid.

But he wasn't dead!  That meant that Megan hadn't been taken by demons, but by someone else!

"Damnit!" he growled, pushing himself up slowly with his good arm.  He needed to help her, to save her...again!  GYAH!  But why did he have this strong sense of duty?  He wasn't getting paid for this!  This was something that he stupidly decided to take on for his own moral fiber.  Not cool.  He coud always just walk away...leave her....after all, hadn't he done his duty?  he tried to save her!  She was the one who managed to get captured this time!  He should just leave her where she was and hope that this high lord wouldn't kill her or something.  Although, it seemed as if the other people didn't want her injured at all...they were bound to treat her kindly....even if just a little....

Right?

He could just quit.

He winced at the thought.  Quitting was not his strong point!  And this was certainly quitting...even if he was never employed in the first place.  Quitting....he couldn't do that!  But it was the only way he'd get out of this circle of intrigue!  He needed to just go!  Go on his merry way, find some sort of paying job...yeah...that was the best idea.  He'd get healed, rest for a few days...and then be on his way....he was finished with that crazy girl and her stalkers.

Quitter

DAMNIT!

He couldn't do it!  he couldn't!  he would not be labeled a quitter!  Not in his own mind, and certainly not in anyone elses!  Not to mention, he was probably going to be the next target!  After all, that one man who was with Hyuthes was still at large and would certainly report back to The Man about Megan's mysterious body guard.

Fabulous.  Even if he ran it wouldn't do any good, he'd still be pulled back in one way or another.

Which left only one thing.

Time to go after her.

With a grunt he swung his legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand.  He was barely on his feet when the Healer returned from his errands and took no time in pushing his patient back onto the bed.

"What are you doing?  You can't move!" he cried, forcing Andwyad to lay back against the pillows, noting that the girl was nowhere to be seen and Andwyad had been cleaned of the blood that had settled on his skin.  He frowned.

"I gotta go." Andy muttered through hooded eyes, "A man...a man took 'er"

Immediately Loeard's eyes narrowed, not needing to ask who had been taken.  The girl.  Fantastic....she wouldn't last two weeks without the salve for her shoulder!  The poison would begin spreading again if She wasn't seen!

"Well you can't go anywhere in your condition.  if you want to have use of that arm again, you'll stay where I put you."

"But....we need t'get 'er!" he protested, pushing himself up on his good arm, mindful of his side this time.

"I know....I know" Loeard pressed the heals of his hands against his eyes.  Goddess, but he didn't know what he was going to do!  He needed to find that girl.....but this man couldn't be left unattended!  What a horrible predicament!

"We'll go together....slowly....we'll follow them." he decided after a few minutes, "The guards can't do anything if they leave the town...But you" he turned his attention back to Andy, "You are going to have to listen to me every step of the way.  When I say it's time to rest, we stop."

Andwyad nodded.  He completely understood, at least now, in a few days when he was feeling stronger?  Well, they'd cross that road when they came to it.

"When will we leave?" he asked instead.

"After I pack a few things."

And that was that.


ooc:  Ok...so what are we going to do now?  It sounds to me as if this thread is finished and we're going to be split up for a while.  Maybe we'll posted a wanted in the Echoes of the Future to find someone to play the High Lord and Megan can RP with him for a while, while Andwyad and Loeard search for her?

Quoteooc: Ok...so what are we going to do now? It sounds to me as if this thread is finished and we're going to be split up for a while. Maybe we'll posted a wanted in the Echoes of the Future to find someone to play the High Lord and Megan can RP with him for a while, while Andwyad and Loeard search for her?

Sounds good to me! I'll do that right now. I'll get a high lord and a couple of hench men. Basically MEgan has a very powerful power in which she can blow up things. Big things if she becamse really angry. and the High lord is going to steal that power from her evryday. Basically if he steals it all she will die. And the highlord will be all cruel about it today. He;ll only do it about once a day and in the process it's very painful. So he's going to try to kill her off nice and slow. That's basically all I got so far. But yes you're plan, sounds good.