Eowyn
08-01-11, 02:18 AM
Rad'Belin loved his daughter dearly, and was proud as his eyes became glossed and he pressed his lips delicately on the top of her forehead. "Be safe on your travels," he said calmly, his wise voice deep and aged, "Let the Mother Goddess of the Moon guide you, for she will light the way."
The young elvin woman smiled at her wise father as he caressed her cheek before her attention fell to her brother Birein, who didn't look pleased that she was leaving but respected that she follow her heart. His dark hand nudged her in the shoulder, a half of an attempt of a smile crossing his purple lips. "I'll miss you sister, you'll come back won't you?"
Eowyn giggled, shaking her head passively as her smile grew so large her polished white teeth nearly glowed in the moonlight. Giving him a light punch in his well built peck, assured him that everything was going to be fine. "Don't worry about me, brother. I will one day return to my tribe. Fate will bring us together again, for we are all one."
Birein was a warrior of the tribe, a leader under the wing and teachings of his father he shared with Eowyn, Rad'Baelin. The young dark elf was well built and thick for his race, his ears peirced with finely crafted warthog horn in each ear, tribal tattoos along his body and arms. He was cunning, stubborn, but came with great strength, and courage. He would one day become a great leader like the one that had now, the Great Shifter. "Be careful out there, and take my spear... Let it be a gift from me to you."
Eowyn's thin, peaceful fingers lightly pushed the spear down, her eyes falling on her brothers. "I have the Mother to guide and protect me, Birein. When one carries a weapon to fight, they will surely find one." Birein nodded, understanding his sisters words, wishing not to question her choice. Ever since they were young he has gone out of his way for protecting her, which caused some problem with the male locals in the tribe, but was honored to know that they shared a great bond that no one could ever seperate.
"And let the Mother be with the both of you. Blessed be." Bidding farewell, Eowyn slugged her backpack over her shoulders, taking her walking stick from a tree. The woman looked back on the tribe, giving them a long slow wave before turning to her new path to the road of mystery. Many things and experiences were out there, and the young woman wanted to see them all.
"About fucking time..."
The dark elf was so unexpected to hear Sebastian's voice that it made her gasp, sucking in a quick breath of air as she looked up at him leaning against a tree from a tree branch. His fairy wings flapped a few times as he twirled his small little cigar around in his mouth, taking a few nonchalant puffs to make a small cloud in the air. Eowyn glared slightly, more than used to his mischieve and he always found ways to make her heart rattle like a war drum. "Sebastian!" she hissed playfully, "I've told you to quit doing that. You nearly gave me a heart attack..."
"Well, hell Ewoyn." Sebstian spat as he flapped his wings violently flying around theh small elf a few times before he hovered at her side, "I've been waiting for over an hour on your sorry little ass. What happened, did you fall in or what? You better not have had a goodbye party and decided not to invite me! I told you that the last time I got a little too drunk. How was I supposed to know your sister was blind..."
"Frankly, its obvious." Eowyn scowled a bit after being reminded of the occasion of the encounter between her eldest sister and the magicless fairy. "I'm surprised she didn't make you into a dish of fairy dust."
"You have to admit, it was kind of funny."
"No, no it wasn't.."
"Damn, really starting to feel like I'm the only one with a sense of humor around here..."
****
The path was thin and hardly used, likely used by some deer in the region as Ewoyn let it take the lead to the start of their quest while Sebastian rambled as he always did, talking about drinking stories that the elf really didn't take much interest in. All her life she has been quite the 'goodie two shoe' so to say. The forest was deep and isolated from any population within Alerar. "Sebatian, what is the ocean like?"
The pesty fairy arched his black slicked haired head to the side, giving her the look as if she were very unintelligent. "Are you being serious? Oh, god. You're serious... Okay, well you see. Picture your rivers, but expanded it for miles into a large body of water. There are waves at its surface that move back and forth...couldn't tell you why, but they do.. must be the wind...or somethin.."
Ewoyn smiled warmly as she continued to march, looking up at the beautiful moonlight before her. The thought of seeing such a thing, such a large body of water made excitement swell inside of her. Sebastian didn't seem so pleased to see the look and passion in her eyes. "Don't get your hopes up too much, kid. We're still a long ways from it."
"We should set camp." Eowyn announced, to Sebastian's relief, changing the subject, "The sun will rise before long."
The slim fairly let out a long yawn, stretching out his arms as far as he could. "Sounds grand.."
The afternoon passed and it was soon to hit late afternoon when Ewoyn's eyes opened, waking to the natural growling of her stomach, irrtated with hunger. Rubbing her stomach a few times, the woman sighed before she crawled out of the tent to see Sebastian passed out by what was once the fire. He had let it go out throughout the afternoon. The smell of his homade brew was in the air. The little man was passed out from intoxication...
Ewoyn couldn't help but smile, but the growling of her stomach was starting to become like that of a command from a dire bear. Looking over her shoulder a quick moment to make sure Sebastian wasn't about to wake anytime soon, stripped from her clothing before walking out from the path and into the forest. Upon walking her form took that into a panther and jogged deeper into the forest to find her a tastey meal. Hunting as a conavore predator was much more interesting and fun than simpyl searching out one with her bow. It came a little too easy over the 70 years of practice. Sometimes the trees would whisper the deer away to give her a better challange.
A mile or so off camp, she oddly found a deer with an arrow strung into it, though it didn't seem that fresh. The large black cat looked around, taking in a few sniffs before it slowly started to approach the corpse.
'stay back' 'its unsafe' 'beware' the trees creaked as the wind blew.
"Now!" shouted a voice as ropes suddenly launched themselves into the air catching the cat right from under its feet, "Wooo! We got ourselves a big en'!"
Eowyn struggled violently against the ropes but it was useless, the binds were too strong. The dark elf was so scared that she was in a panic, unable to think straight as a group of leather wearing bandits circled around her, one sticking her with a dart. The poison quickly flowed through her veins, making her eyes fall heavier and heavier as she was lowered to the ground. The last thing she could remember was a burly man looking over her, his eyes dark and cold, no emotion written on his face.
"Lester, we didn't catch no c-"
***
Cold, everyhing was so cold. Eowyn's eyes sluggishly opened with strain as her muscles tensed up, making it rather hard to move as she curled into a ball in fear, notcing it was now night and she was caged into a dark box with a window. From outside of her cell she could hear many voices talking and laughing. "Sebastian.." she whispered weakly, shaking to the point her teeth were chattering. She shouldn't have left, she should of never left alone..
"So what are we to do with that elf, boss?" One of the bandits asked, gorging himself with ale that poured so fast it ran down his cheeks.
Lester, the leader of the group just looked over at the locked up caravan. "We keep the little runt," he said cooly, plotting the siutation in his head, "We could make some easy living off of this one. She'd sell for quite the coin, seeing she is a rare breed of elf.."
Another Bandit laughed, nearly falling off of his log in which he sat. "That isn't the only thing you could do with her, Lester, if you know what I mean. That elf would be some fine-"
Immediately a boot met the Bandits ruggid face as Lester kicked him right off his set, recieving groans of pain as a response. The leader's eyes were narrowed as he looked down on him, his lips curled. "We might be Bandits, Leroy, but we're not barbarians. You touch her and I'll slice down your legs and leave you for the wolves...Do we understand one another? Plus these elves usually come in groups, its odd to find one alone."
"Y-yes, boss." The bandit responded, tears in his eyes as he stumbled to his feet while the fellow bandits like him just laughed and made uneeded ruckus. Maybe Ewoyn shouldn't of never left the tribe, her brother was right, the forest outside of their land was plagued with evil, danger. These men only wished terrible things of her, yet she had never done anything to bring them harm... Why? The dark elf only prayed that Sebastian wasn't far off her trail. He may of not been magical, but he seemed to have a good way of always finding her.
The young elvin woman smiled at her wise father as he caressed her cheek before her attention fell to her brother Birein, who didn't look pleased that she was leaving but respected that she follow her heart. His dark hand nudged her in the shoulder, a half of an attempt of a smile crossing his purple lips. "I'll miss you sister, you'll come back won't you?"
Eowyn giggled, shaking her head passively as her smile grew so large her polished white teeth nearly glowed in the moonlight. Giving him a light punch in his well built peck, assured him that everything was going to be fine. "Don't worry about me, brother. I will one day return to my tribe. Fate will bring us together again, for we are all one."
Birein was a warrior of the tribe, a leader under the wing and teachings of his father he shared with Eowyn, Rad'Baelin. The young dark elf was well built and thick for his race, his ears peirced with finely crafted warthog horn in each ear, tribal tattoos along his body and arms. He was cunning, stubborn, but came with great strength, and courage. He would one day become a great leader like the one that had now, the Great Shifter. "Be careful out there, and take my spear... Let it be a gift from me to you."
Eowyn's thin, peaceful fingers lightly pushed the spear down, her eyes falling on her brothers. "I have the Mother to guide and protect me, Birein. When one carries a weapon to fight, they will surely find one." Birein nodded, understanding his sisters words, wishing not to question her choice. Ever since they were young he has gone out of his way for protecting her, which caused some problem with the male locals in the tribe, but was honored to know that they shared a great bond that no one could ever seperate.
"And let the Mother be with the both of you. Blessed be." Bidding farewell, Eowyn slugged her backpack over her shoulders, taking her walking stick from a tree. The woman looked back on the tribe, giving them a long slow wave before turning to her new path to the road of mystery. Many things and experiences were out there, and the young woman wanted to see them all.
"About fucking time..."
The dark elf was so unexpected to hear Sebastian's voice that it made her gasp, sucking in a quick breath of air as she looked up at him leaning against a tree from a tree branch. His fairy wings flapped a few times as he twirled his small little cigar around in his mouth, taking a few nonchalant puffs to make a small cloud in the air. Eowyn glared slightly, more than used to his mischieve and he always found ways to make her heart rattle like a war drum. "Sebastian!" she hissed playfully, "I've told you to quit doing that. You nearly gave me a heart attack..."
"Well, hell Ewoyn." Sebstian spat as he flapped his wings violently flying around theh small elf a few times before he hovered at her side, "I've been waiting for over an hour on your sorry little ass. What happened, did you fall in or what? You better not have had a goodbye party and decided not to invite me! I told you that the last time I got a little too drunk. How was I supposed to know your sister was blind..."
"Frankly, its obvious." Eowyn scowled a bit after being reminded of the occasion of the encounter between her eldest sister and the magicless fairy. "I'm surprised she didn't make you into a dish of fairy dust."
"You have to admit, it was kind of funny."
"No, no it wasn't.."
"Damn, really starting to feel like I'm the only one with a sense of humor around here..."
****
The path was thin and hardly used, likely used by some deer in the region as Ewoyn let it take the lead to the start of their quest while Sebastian rambled as he always did, talking about drinking stories that the elf really didn't take much interest in. All her life she has been quite the 'goodie two shoe' so to say. The forest was deep and isolated from any population within Alerar. "Sebatian, what is the ocean like?"
The pesty fairy arched his black slicked haired head to the side, giving her the look as if she were very unintelligent. "Are you being serious? Oh, god. You're serious... Okay, well you see. Picture your rivers, but expanded it for miles into a large body of water. There are waves at its surface that move back and forth...couldn't tell you why, but they do.. must be the wind...or somethin.."
Ewoyn smiled warmly as she continued to march, looking up at the beautiful moonlight before her. The thought of seeing such a thing, such a large body of water made excitement swell inside of her. Sebastian didn't seem so pleased to see the look and passion in her eyes. "Don't get your hopes up too much, kid. We're still a long ways from it."
"We should set camp." Eowyn announced, to Sebastian's relief, changing the subject, "The sun will rise before long."
The slim fairly let out a long yawn, stretching out his arms as far as he could. "Sounds grand.."
The afternoon passed and it was soon to hit late afternoon when Ewoyn's eyes opened, waking to the natural growling of her stomach, irrtated with hunger. Rubbing her stomach a few times, the woman sighed before she crawled out of the tent to see Sebastian passed out by what was once the fire. He had let it go out throughout the afternoon. The smell of his homade brew was in the air. The little man was passed out from intoxication...
Ewoyn couldn't help but smile, but the growling of her stomach was starting to become like that of a command from a dire bear. Looking over her shoulder a quick moment to make sure Sebastian wasn't about to wake anytime soon, stripped from her clothing before walking out from the path and into the forest. Upon walking her form took that into a panther and jogged deeper into the forest to find her a tastey meal. Hunting as a conavore predator was much more interesting and fun than simpyl searching out one with her bow. It came a little too easy over the 70 years of practice. Sometimes the trees would whisper the deer away to give her a better challange.
A mile or so off camp, she oddly found a deer with an arrow strung into it, though it didn't seem that fresh. The large black cat looked around, taking in a few sniffs before it slowly started to approach the corpse.
'stay back' 'its unsafe' 'beware' the trees creaked as the wind blew.
"Now!" shouted a voice as ropes suddenly launched themselves into the air catching the cat right from under its feet, "Wooo! We got ourselves a big en'!"
Eowyn struggled violently against the ropes but it was useless, the binds were too strong. The dark elf was so scared that she was in a panic, unable to think straight as a group of leather wearing bandits circled around her, one sticking her with a dart. The poison quickly flowed through her veins, making her eyes fall heavier and heavier as she was lowered to the ground. The last thing she could remember was a burly man looking over her, his eyes dark and cold, no emotion written on his face.
"Lester, we didn't catch no c-"
***
Cold, everyhing was so cold. Eowyn's eyes sluggishly opened with strain as her muscles tensed up, making it rather hard to move as she curled into a ball in fear, notcing it was now night and she was caged into a dark box with a window. From outside of her cell she could hear many voices talking and laughing. "Sebastian.." she whispered weakly, shaking to the point her teeth were chattering. She shouldn't have left, she should of never left alone..
"So what are we to do with that elf, boss?" One of the bandits asked, gorging himself with ale that poured so fast it ran down his cheeks.
Lester, the leader of the group just looked over at the locked up caravan. "We keep the little runt," he said cooly, plotting the siutation in his head, "We could make some easy living off of this one. She'd sell for quite the coin, seeing she is a rare breed of elf.."
Another Bandit laughed, nearly falling off of his log in which he sat. "That isn't the only thing you could do with her, Lester, if you know what I mean. That elf would be some fine-"
Immediately a boot met the Bandits ruggid face as Lester kicked him right off his set, recieving groans of pain as a response. The leader's eyes were narrowed as he looked down on him, his lips curled. "We might be Bandits, Leroy, but we're not barbarians. You touch her and I'll slice down your legs and leave you for the wolves...Do we understand one another? Plus these elves usually come in groups, its odd to find one alone."
"Y-yes, boss." The bandit responded, tears in his eyes as he stumbled to his feet while the fellow bandits like him just laughed and made uneeded ruckus. Maybe Ewoyn shouldn't of never left the tribe, her brother was right, the forest outside of their land was plagued with evil, danger. These men only wished terrible things of her, yet she had never done anything to bring them harm... Why? The dark elf only prayed that Sebastian wasn't far off her trail. He may of not been magical, but he seemed to have a good way of always finding her.