Musings Among the Trees

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Submitted by Cerwis on June 11, 2009 - 10:53am

(( This will be an ongoing post between Lenresh and I, and will likely include more people later on.))

Cerwis was miffed. Of course, miffed really wasn't the best word for how she felt about this whole Worldheart mess. Annoyed? She was, a little. Angry? That too. The corrupted Druid that she once called her friend was now hurting those who were dear to her, and that just wouldn't do. He also wanted a one on one fight with her. No assistance from either side, just the incredibly strong (and seemingly immune to pain) Worldheart, and herself.

She had informed the Meddlers through the mind-link. She didn't want to go without someone waiting in the wings to get her out when things started to turn south...She wanted them to be there when it was going down, hidden in the eaves of the trees in the Hinterlands, ready to ambush Worldheart and snare him so that they could work on getting Lenresh back. Ah well, no point in dwelling on it when he hadn't even given her a time to meet up, just the place.

Ironically, that was where she was. The Hinterlands, gathering fallen branches to eventually work into music boxes to sell in town for a bit of extra cash. She sighed and took a deep breath of the damp morning air. She really did love it out here, and it wasn't too terribly far from her home. She smiled and dismounted from her steed before attempting to gather more branches to add to the growing bundle tethered just behind the saddle, however, the palomino had other ideas. Cerwis chuckled a little as the horse trotted over to the nearby lake to take a drink and adjusted her sword on her back. Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it.

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The limbs of the great

Submitted by Lenresh on June 15, 2009 - 11:37pm.
The limbs of the great pine creaked as Worldheart shifted his weight along the branch, crouching low. He gritted his teeth in growing frustration as his fingers dug cruelly deep into the trunk that he leaned against. Sap was already oozing through, making his glove sticky. But his eyes were firmly fixed towards the lone figure strolling carefree through the forest below. With the gaze of a predator, he watched and he waited as his skin melded with the shadows cast, rendering him completely undetectable.
 
But he had long ago grown tired of waited. Things were supposed to have been different for the beast in Lenresh’s skin, simple and clean. Under Solonar’s planning he had been given the opportunity to face the Meddlers in a grand Melee, one where he could fight without hesitation of some trap set to capture him. He had been willing to wait, even to obey for such an unfettered chance. But Solonar had moved to fast, couldn’t reach Worldheart in time to have him there when the time was right. Worldheart thought him a fool for not keeping tabs on him.
 
And now Worldheart was alone, with the knowledge of his benefactor’s demise only due to a Meddler’s defiant words. His game had changed drastically, and he needed to change with it. His needs were still simple, he considered the Meddlers the greatest opponents in Lenresh’s memories and he wanted a fight from them. If he only got one, it would be fine for him. That would mean they were strong enough to kill him, and he would die satisfied. But the Meddlers didn’t want that, they wanted him alive, or at least his body. They wanted to suppress his existence once again, and plunge him back into the world of unconsciousness.
 
He grinned at the thought of their futile plans, and how easily they were undone. Only days ago he had issued a challenge to Cerwis, after learning he was on his own. She had ‘accepted’ like he thought he would, but she didn’t want to give him the fight he was seeking. Thanks to the easily manipulated Allissah, he had learned that Cerwis was planning to use the opportunity to set an ambush. But she too was idiotic to think he would think so linear. They all thought that of him, stupid, childish and simple in his actions. They couldn’t realize how his mind was maturing, changing every day.
 
Finally tired of watching, with his free hand he reached down the collar of his white robe and retrieved a small black rock hanging from his neck by a thin thread. It was a part of his body, skin that surrounded the Century Shard in his chest. Rapidly crystallized by such close proximity, he soon discovered the branching pieces could contain measures of his power. As he placed it in a small knoll between the branches it resonated slightly, like a tuning fork. Half a dozen others had been placed in various locations, creating a circle one hundred yards in diameter. With them, he now could amplify his mental abilities. Now if Cerwis tried to call for help, no one would hear her thoughts. She would be completely isolated.
 
The thick branch groaned and Worldheart decided that Cerwis was deep enough in the field. Already he was feeling strange, a side effect of the strange changes his body was going through. The most annoying of these was his apparent increase of density; while he wasn’t getting any larger, yet he was growing heavier. His footprints left deep imprints in the dirt whenever he walked, and he was finding it harder to move at the speeds he used to kill the Paladin a month ago.
 
But that would not stop this rare and wonderful chance. Cerwis would accept his challenge for she had no choice. He remembered her oath to kill him if the opportunity came, and the situation would easily remind her of it.
 
He unanchored his hand from the tree and his full mass fell on the branch. With a great crack it gave way and Worldheart plummeted, shattering branches as he fell. He hit the ground with a loud impact, raising dust and dirt into the air. Rising to his feet slowly he exited the small impression he had left. He was only twenty feet from her, no doubt catching her off guard. He grinned behind the white mask that covered his mouth and nose, stepping towards her with a kind of elegance.
 
“Yo’, Cerwis,” he said casually with his twisted voice. “You asked when this fight of ours was and I thought I’d tell you in person.”
 
He pulled his heavy steel scythe off his back and spun it in his hand as if it were a featherweight. He grabbed it mid-spin, stopping it so suddenly the force caused it to shiver noticeably as its fearsome momentum was halted.
 
"Here's your answer. Now. What do yah think?"
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It's not "at this late hour," but "from now on."
It's never too late to change.
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It's not "at this late hour," but "from now on."
It's never too late to change.
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The sudden, loud impact of

Submitted by Cerwis on June 17, 2009 - 12:26am.

The sudden, loud impact of whatever it was nearby forced Cerwis to unsheathe her sword and ready her shield as she spun around to face the dange- Worldheart. This was not good. She swallowed thickly as she watched him spin his scythe and tried to radio for help through her many channels....and got nothing.

Cerwis cleared her throat, "Us...Fight now? I suppose I'm not being given a choice, am I?" She knew he had to be smirking behind that stupid mask of his. Her eyes darted around the clearing, looking for an exit, and she found none.

In her own stupidity she'd wandered right into a trap, and she was definitely going to pay for it.

She charged forward and thrust her shield forward to smash it into Worldheart's face, though she knew he was fast enough to counter and send her flying. Cerwis muttered a quick, quiet prayer to the Light and her ancestors, hoping that she'd survive the next few hours.

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"Do you know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed. You can look it up later."


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"Do you know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed. You can look it up later."

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