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Post by kirsten on Aug 25, 2007 3:15:23 GMT -5
she placed one on her back and smiled "come on, am where did you find Horatio?" Iolite looked at Tibit and then started to follow her, they had been walking for an hour and it had gone dark. Iolite looked at Tibit "your not lost are you?" she asked as Tibit raised an eyebrow as if to say no. A rustle came from the bushes and Iolite turned around looking around " you heard that right?" Tibit nodded in reply, and another rustle went on, followed by a laugh and then 3 guys appeared followed by another 2. "Well well well isn't this a supprise. Iolite how are you, well how is Horatio?" Iolite glarred at Laertes and replied cooly "Its Princess Iolite to you and hes fine, better then you are." she looked at his broken arm as his gang moved in.
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Post by snoznoodle on Aug 25, 2007 7:06:45 GMT -5
The ugly men began circling them like wolves. They leered at the elves with pleasure, their grins revealing rotting, yellow teeth. They drew their swords. "So you think you can stop me on your own, do you Princess?" Laertes sneered. His companions chuckled. "Well you don't seem to be in the best of shape for a fight, do you?" said Tibit without fear. "Horatio seems to come out the more skilled of the two of you don't you think?" "Ah yes and that would be why he sent his girlfriend, a princess as you say yourself, and her frail friend to defend his honor." he retorted.
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Post by kirsten on Aug 25, 2007 7:10:36 GMT -5
Iolite bite her tounge and looked around at the men "frail, i dont think it was a complement Tibit maybe its time they learnt a lesson on us frail elves." she smiled and quickly threw her hand out as one of her 16inch swords went flying into one guess neck then flew back into her arm, Iolide pulled her other sword out at stood in a ready position as 2 men rounded onto her, she looked at Tibit and nodded
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Post by snoznoodle on Aug 25, 2007 7:22:33 GMT -5
Tibit grinned and pulled her bow and arrow out of her cloak, the amethyst stone on her neck burned slightly as her arrow caught alight and flew of its own accord at the closest thugs neck, it broke through the other side and the dying man dropped immediately. Laertes roared and lunged at Iolite with his gigantic sword, Iolite parried the heavy blow with her own sword. Tibit lost track of what was happening around her however, when the biggest of the gang punched her hard in the small of her back. She suppressed a reflexive groan and felt the anger rise inside her. She growled and within a split second, spun around and sliced the man's neck with her favourite dagger. Blood spurted from the cut wound and he too fell to the ground.
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Post by kirsten on Aug 25, 2007 7:28:32 GMT -5
Iolite pulled her sword down as Laertes sword swung and hit her left arm leaving a deep gash, Iolite swung with her right arm digger her sword into his shoulder and turning it then ripped it out "if im in pain so are you." as he screamed, he stumbled back and Iolite turned to see if Tibit was ok, she then felt her dress rip and a sword pearce the skin on her upper left leg, Iolite let out a scream and fell to the ground as the leg muscles buckled on her. she tried to get back up and fell again as the pain in her leg increased and the blood started to flow more, her eyes went all watery.
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Post by snoznoodle on Aug 25, 2007 7:40:27 GMT -5
Tibit turned around just in time to see Laertes, a fresh bloody wound on his shoulder, fall to the ground beside Iolite, who was clutching at her upper leg. Tibit gasped, through the folds of Iolite's dress, saw a deep bloody hole. "Princess!" she cried. She hardly had time to react when the last gang member lunged at her. She parried the blow distractedly and then made her decision. That was it. She had to risk it. She mustered all her strength and felt a strong almost overwhelming power engulf her. She swung her sword around with a roar and hit her enemies sword. The force of her magic caused his sword to shatter into pieces as small as sand and sent her opponent flying backwards into a darkness and out of sight.
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Post by kirsten on Aug 25, 2007 7:46:05 GMT -5
Iolite looked up at Tibit as she felt Tibit's power and then grabbed her sword and puched Laertes in the face with the handle part as he fell unconious. "we should get going Tibit, before more trouble comes." she didn't want to say before i bleed to death for she was going slitghly cold, as she started to get up holing her leg standing on her tippy toes on her left leg she remembered it had taked 1hr to get here, she fronwed a little and looked at Tibit then swallowed
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Post by snoznoodle on Aug 25, 2007 8:06:14 GMT -5
Tibit scrambled to Iolite's side. "Let me have a look before we do anything," she said. Iolite had started shaking and was turning white. She could only manage a small nod. Tibit lifted the delicate folds of Iolite's dress and saw clearly the damage Laertes had inflicted. Blood was everywhere and was obscuring how deep the wound was. The cut covered almost the length of the back of her leg. Tibit shook her head. "Honestly, I can't spend the rest of my life saving foolish young elves from their tedious bickerings," she said as an attempt at a joke. Iolite tried to smile but seemed to be concentrating more on staying awake. "Don't worry dear," she added. "I've already done this once today. It shouldn't be a problem getting you better." She placed her hands over Iolite's wound, the cut was long and her stretched fingers could barely cover it. But she concentrated hard, closing her eyes and feeling her amethyst glowing again. She focussed on the skin around Iolites legs and forced her skin to grow. She opened her eyes and saw the skin had almost completely healed. "I've only fixed the skin, you're leg's still badly damaged but it will have to do. At least we can move you safely now." Iolite's breathing eased and a little colour was returning to face. "Thank you, Tibit." she managed to say.
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Post by kirsten on Aug 25, 2007 16:43:39 GMT -5
Iolite felt for the time being a bit better, but the wound on the inside of her leg was painful. Iolite started to walk alongside Tibit, they went at a slow pace but at the same time fast. Iolite looked down at her wound on her arm and quickly placed her hand over it placing pressure, she smiled abit "to bad i dont have my horse with me hey." the smile left her face, she could have her horse with her and one for Tibit all she had to do was call them, she nodded to herself and closed her eyes seeing her black horse and another one, Iolites horse in the stable buckelled and ran out the stable jumping over the fence, another one followed, Tristan stood at the palace window, he frowned at the sight "what is it?" Horatio said from the lounge, he had been sitting on his edge of his seat since they had gotten back, Tristan looked at him "im not sure," he lied and headed for the door "stay here." he said as Horatio sat back down holding his hands to his face, he thought he might know what Tristan was talking about "why did i let her go?" Horatio said into his hands as Tristan stood at the palace entrance waiting for what he expected.
((there ya go something for you to do while im at work))
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Post by snoznoodle on Aug 26, 2007 6:56:09 GMT -5
Night had truly fallen by the time the light of castle had come into view. Too much movement caused Iolite too much pain to go too fast but they made good time nonetheless. The castle's towering walls looked gigantic in the night's dimness and one lone figure stood by the iron gates, pacing anxiously. Iolite's horse neighed and Tristan saw the two horses appear amongst the thick forest trees. Tristan's heart skipped a beat as he saw that one of the two figures was slumped against the her horses neck. Forgetting to draw his sword he ran as fast as could to the two horses. He held back a groan when he realised that it was Iolite who wasn't moving on her horse, Tibit had hold of her horse's reins and Iolite didn't seem to be moving. He scared the horses at the speed he reached them, without caring for his surroundings, he cupped Iolite's face in his hands. The beautiful elf's eyes were closed. "Iolite! Iolite! Wake up!" "She's ok Tristan," Tibit told him calmly. "But she was hurt pretty badly." There was movement in the castle now and more figures were calling out urgently and rushing towards them.
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Post by kirsten on Aug 26, 2007 7:11:27 GMT -5
Tristan held back the tears and lifted Iolite up and looked at Tibit "come we must ger her inside to the healers." the other elves reached Tristan as he turned, Iolite's brothers face quickly turned ghost white as did some of the other elves "get the healers quickly." Tristan ordered as 2 elevs ran off, Tristan saw Horatio appearing he quickly stopped in his tracks at Iolite's silent body, it looked dead in Tristans arms, but he knew she was alive. Tristan walked forward as the elevs made room, Horation watched as Tristan walked by and then quickly followed him, he was also trying to keep the tears back.
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Post by snoznoodle on Aug 26, 2007 7:21:56 GMT -5
Horatio and Flint joined Tristan who was sitting on the ground, stroking Iolite's hair. In his horror, Flint turned on Tibit. "Why would you let her go? You knew how dangerous it was!" he said accusingly. "She knew very well what she was getting into and you know I wouldn't have been able to stop her so don't blame me, I saved her life if you haven't noticed." Tibit replied, but not unkindly, understanding how upset the three elves were. They sank into silence watching Iolite's pale face as four healers arrived on the scene carrying a stretcher. The white clad elves removed the unconsious princess from Tristan's arms, lowered her gently onto the stretcher and rushed towards the castle gates.
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Post by kirsten on Aug 26, 2007 7:29:20 GMT -5
The 4 watched and Horatio got up following as he waited in the large lounge room near Iolite's room where the healing was happening. "I never should have let her go." he said standing up and pacing as Tristan and Tibit approched "I mean what was i thinking, i should have stayed..." he hit the wall and leaned against it "i should know better then to let Iolite go off after people like that. i should have stopped her." he hit his head and watched as the door opened, 2 eleves walked out and frowned "its not good, her wounds arent healing as nicely as we would like, im affraid its up to her to do the healing." Horatio grabbed a guy "thats not good enough!" he yelled
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Post by snoznoodle on Aug 26, 2007 7:49:46 GMT -5
((awww Horatio's angry - cute!))
The elf remained surprisingly calm despite the fact that Horatio seemed ready to murder someone. Tristan, ignoring his own intense feelings stepped in and removed Horatio's hands from the healer's robe. "We can't do anything about it now," he said. Horatio hardly noticed, he buried his face in his hands and collapsed back on the couch. Tibit, who was sitting next to him, placed a comforting arm on his shoulder. Tristan slumped his head against the wall and stared blankly at the ceiling and Flint continued his pacing. Tibit, usually the calmest in situations like these seemed to unwillingly adopt the intense feeling of dispair lingering in the air. To cheer herself up as much as anyone else she said, "She's strong, I'm sure she'll be ok." Horatio gave her an encouraging smile to show he was alright. After a long pause, he said. "Did you end up killing Laertes anyway?" Tibit shook her head. "No, she stabbed him in the right shoulder and then punched him out but we couldn't do anything else we just had to get her home." "It's nice to know she put up a good fight," Tristan said, smiling to himself. "She was wonderful." Tibit said, reassuringly.
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Post by kirsten on Aug 27, 2007 3:44:13 GMT -5
((hi i reply for you, but i might not be on later i have the flew really badly))
the other 2 eleves walked out "we have bandaged her wounds and started a fire however shes still very cold and unconsius, i stuggest someone waits with her throughout the night." Tibit, Horatio and Tristan all walked into Iolites room, while Flint stayed out talking to the healers. Iolite had several blankets on her and her eyes where closed. a drip needle hung over her bed and dug into a vain on her right arm (was for water). Horatio sat next to Iolite and held the hand that was stickking out ontop of the sheets, a tear fell down his face and Tibit sat on the otherside of Iolite. "She always puts up a good fight, she will be ok." Tristan said leaning on the bed of the beds post. Tibit nodded "she had a good trainer and someone to practice with." she smiled over at Tristan, he had been the one Iolite had trained with and they still did. Horatio kissed Iolite's hand "we are all right here." he said "maybe we can take it in turns to watchover her tonight say 4hours each or something?" he looked at them both "who's gonna go first?"
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