The Magic Flutes: The Sleeping Potion

Leaning against a tree a beautiful elf maiden took in the fresh night smell....that's when she saw him...an old familiar sight....one that could never be forgotten....

Tindomerel ran as hard as she could, then took to the trees....the morning dew of wet leaves slapping her face, and making her moonspun hair wet, as she leapt limb from limb. The movements were fluid and soundless. What happened to Lindor? Of that she couldn't be sure. He had disapeared like usual. Now They were after her....the Morierea found out that she was the carrier.....

They would never have the flute.....never....as long as Tindomerel lived....even if they did manage to get it, which the Gold elf in her would never allow...and neither would the Silver, there was no way for them to use it. It was hers....A drow arrow zipped passed her face and lodged it's self into the tree.

Gracefully landing infront of the drow, who wore a cold look on it's face, she drew Lantaraana out of it's sheath. The long curved blade glistened in the moonlight, it made a whistling sound as she twirled it once in the air......"Venorik."

"Vendui' it's been awhile...a Bladesinger eh? Or just the same suingmc
linthar?" Venorik asked a cruel smile forming.

"Musics only my second passion....of that you should know." Lilac orbs glaring at the drow, her sweet voice began to taunt him. "Or did you forget what I did to your brother after him and your idiot friends killed Wilhelm!"

Venorik snarled at Tindomerel but then he just smirked. "My kinsmen were waela to take on someone like you ....but you forget, Darthirii who it was who slaughtered the so called 'SongBirds'."

"Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha ar' thar!" Tindomerel growled, forgetting all sense of composure she attacked...

"Olot dos!" Venorik dropped his bow and replaced it with a shortsword, he blocked her move expertly and moved in for a jab, but Tindomerel seemed to regain her senses and deflected the blow. For a moment she seemed to be a dancer weaving in and out of Venoriks attacks making him look like he would fall over at any moment. Hearing the whistling of the blade as it moved towards his head Venorik darted backwards....but not before Tindomerel cut a gash in his cheek. "Dos elg'caressus! I'll have your head as a gift to Lloth!"

Fighting went on between the two. Tindomerel deflected his moves, gracefully foiling Venoriks every attack...the fact that she could barley get in her own hit started to worry her and make her concentration break, a feeling of sleepyness swept over her and it wouldn't belong till he noticed. ~Tethrin give me strength.~

The drow had noticed her weakening and smiled, the Goddess was on his side today...and Inthuulniar would be pleased when he brought the elven whore home. Venorik lowered his sword as Tindomerel reached out to grasp anything that was steady around her. "Feeling tired love?" Dropping to her knees Tindomerel looked in the direction of Venorik, the world was spinning and it was getting harder and harder for her to keep her eyes open...."Our beloved Matron promised the Men of the village life in return for drugging you and your friends."

"Lindor...Tiri..." A delicate hand moved to touch the cold earth, steadying her self where she knelt, Tindomerel began to gather her energies as Venorik slowly moved closer.

"We have no use for the young one, but you and Lindor....our vengance shall be served and Lloth shall be pleased by the gifts we will bring Her..." Venorik knelt down in front of Tindomerel, who at this point was bent over trying to concentrate. Lifting her chin to meet his face Venorik smiled. "Did you think that we would let one of your kind keep the flute, hmm? One that has the power to bring life or death with a single song? Do not fear love...you'll be the last to die."

Eyes flashing with a deep hatred Tindomerel used the last of her wanning strength to pull away, she drove Lantaraana through a very surprised Venorik's gut and ruthlessly pulled the curved blade out. Venorik stared at her, shock in his red eyes... a dreamy smile spread across his lips and he fell in front of her...Tindomerel's breath was heavy...as was the seeming weight of her entire body. After a few moments of attempting to crawl back to the Tavern everything went black.....

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> Leaning against a tree a beautiful elf maiden took in the fresh night smell....that's when she saw him...an old familiar sight....one that could never be forgotten.... > Tindomerel ran as hard as she could, then took to the trees....the morning dew of wet leaves slapping her face, and making her moonspun hair wet, as she leapt limb from limb. The movements were fluid and soundless. What happened to Lindor? Of that she couldn't be sure. He had disapeared like usual. Now They were after her....the Morierea found out that she was the carrier..... > They would never have the flute.....never....as long as Tindomerel lived....even if they did manage to get it, which the Gold elf in her would never allow...and neither would the Silver, there was no way for them to use it. It was hers....A drow arrow zipped passed her face and lodged it's self into the tree. > Gracefully landing infront of the drow, who wore a cold look on it's face, she drew Lantaraana out of it's sheath. The long curved blade glistened in the moonlight, it made a whistling sound as she twirled it once in the air......"Venorik." > "Vendui' it's been awhile...a Bladesinger eh? Or just the same suingmc > linthar?" Venorik asked a cruel smile forming. > "Musics only my second passion....of that you should know." Lilac orbs glaring at the drow, her sweet voice began to taunt him. "Or did you forget what I did to your brother after him and your idiot friends killed Wilhelm!" > Venorik snarled at Tindomerel but then he just smirked. "My kinsmen were waela to take on someone like you ....but you forget, Darthirii who it was who slaughtered the so called 'SongBirds'." > "Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha ar' thar!" Tindomerel growled, forgetting all sense of composure she attacked... > "Olot dos!" Venorik dropped his bow and replaced it with a shortsword, he blocked her move expertly and moved in for a jab, but Tindomerel seemed to regain her senses and deflected the blow. For a moment she seemed to be a dancer weaving in and out of Venoriks attacks making him look like he would fall over at any moment. Hearing the whistling of the blade as it moved towards his head Venorik darted backwards....but not before Tindomerel cut a gash in his cheek. "Dos elg'caressus! I'll have your head as a gift to Lloth!" > Fighting went on between the two. Tindomerel deflected his moves, gracefully foiling Venoriks every attack...the fact that she could barley get in her own hit started to worry her and make her concentration break, a feeling of sleepyness swept over her and it wouldn't belong till he noticed. ~Tethrin give me strength.~ > The drow had noticed her weakening and smiled, the Goddess was on his side today...and Inthuulniar would be pleased when he brought the elven whore home. Venorik lowered his sword as Tindomerel reached out to grasp anything that was steady around her. "Feeling tired love?" Dropping to her knees Tindomerel looked in the direction of Venorik, the world was spinning and it was getting harder and harder for her to keep her eyes open...."Our beloved Matron promised the Men of the village life in return for drugging you and your friends." > "Lindor...Tiri..." A delicate hand moved to touch the cold earth, steadying her self where she knelt, Tindomerel began to gather her energies as Venorik slowly moved closer. > "We have no use for the young one, but you and Lindor....our vengance shall be served and Lloth shall be pleased by the gifts we will bring Her..." Venorik knelt down in front of Tindomerel, who at this point was bent over trying to concentrate. Lifting her chin to meet his face Venorik smiled. "Did you think that we would let one of your kind keep the flute, hmm? One that has the power to bring life or death with a single song? Do not fear love...you'll be the last to die." > Eyes flashing with a deep hatred Tindomerel used the last of her wanning strength to pull away, she drove Lantaraana through a very surprised Venorik's gut and ruthlessly pulled the curved blade out. Venorik stared at her, shock in his red eyes... a dreamy smile spread across his lips and he fell in front of her...Tindomerel's breath was heavy...as was the seeming weight of her entire body. After a few moments of attempting to crawl back to the Tavern everything went black.....
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