Wenn & Wolf Tales

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* Wenndolyne 's voice comes to him softly "Hello, my love"
* LordWolf replies just as softly..
<LordWolf> Greetings, my heart
<Wenndolyne> I miss you for a moment as though it were a lifetime
<LordWolf> and I have missed you for a lifetime, though now it does seem as if that was long ago
* Wenndolyne smiles brightly
<Wenndolyne> And some lifetime that was too... 'ere we found each other
*** Simon has joined #WolfKeep
* Simon smiles and waves to Wolf.
* LordWolf nods his greeting
*** SirPoet has joined #WolfKeep
<Wenndolyne> Greetings Poet
<Simon> hola, Poet.
* SirPoet looks about the room and smiles in greeting
<SirPoet> Greetings one and all
<Wenndolyne> You seem happy today...
* Simon smiles his greet back at him
<SirPoet> Hello Wenn
* SirPoet looks to Simon, his smiles slipping from his face
<SirPoet> Simon
* LordWolf watches Poet closely and nods in greeting
* Wenndolyne looks from Poet to Simon... hmmm... unfinished business
<SirPoet> Hello Wolf
* Simon looses his happy face, only now remembering why...
<Wenndolyne> M'lord Wolf?
<Wenndolyne> Perhaps we should away to the Library
* LordWolf looks to Wenn
<LordWolf> ?
<Wenndolyne> And let these two... have a moment?
<LordWolf> Simon?
* Simon folds his arms and walk to Wolf's side, "Yeah..."
* SirPoet looks to Wenn and nods, though unsure if that is wise
* LordWolf kneels down to Simon
<LordWolf> Should you have need of us....
<Simon> ((see...he does do that!))
* Simon nods quietly
* SirPoet watches
* LordWolf , on impulse leans forward and kisses Simon on the brow then stands
* Simon turns, as Wolf and Wenn walk out of the room, and frowns at Poet
<LordWolf> Come, Wenn let us retire to the library
* SirPoet glances to Simon then quickly away
<Wenndolyne> Aye... and Simon... please do try to hold your temper, eh?
* Simon walks to the otherside of the room, not looking at Poet...fiddling with something instead.
*** LordWolf is now known as WolfAway
* Wenndolyne takes Wolf's hand and follows him down the hallway
* SirPoet looks to Simon, not really knowing where to start
*** Wenndolyne is now known as WennAway
* SirPoet sighs heavily
<SirPoet> How are ye Simon?
* Simon doesn't raise his eyes as he talks, "You told."
* SirPoet pauses..
<SirPoet> Aye
<SirPoet> I had to...
* Simon does smile...does look up...doesn't stop his fiddling...
<Simon> er doesn't
<Simon> I ask ya not to...and you told.
* SirPoet starts acroos the room to him and then stops half way
<SirPoet> Simon....
<Simon> You told Daddy...and now I'm gonna be in trouble.
<SirPoet> it was for your own health and safety I did what I did.
* Simon is not listening...
<SirPoet> So I have heard
<Simon> You told him!
<SirPoet> I must be there or so thy father has said
* SirPoet hangs his head
* Simon looks up at Poet, his eyes filled with more than tears...with rage.
<Simon> YOU TOLD!
<SirPoet> Aye
<Simon> I TRUSTED YOU!
* SirPoet looks up finally, his own eyes filling with tears
* SirPoet feels his words and flinches as if from a physical attack
* Simon 's eyes roll to the back of his head as a whirling mist appears from his chest, scttering around the room then coming together...circling him.
<SirPoet> Aye, and I, I did betray that trust
<SirPoet> Yet if I had not, I would have betrayed the trust of thy Father as well
* Simon watches as the whirking light knocks over plants and chairs.
* SirPoet eyes the light, not darring to move
<SirPoet> Simon...
* Simon has no remorse in his eyes...knowing what is happening, "I asked ya not to." <weakly>
* SirPoet has a hint of fear in his voice
<SirPoet> I did it to help you, can you not see that?
* Simon glares at Poet, the whirling light now settling over Simon's head.."I see that I am followed by guards...that even daddy doesn't trust me..."
* SirPoet takes a step closer to Simon
<SirPoet> Your Father loves you Simon.
<SirPoet> I
<SirPoet> love
<Simon> ...that those in Camelot treat me diferently...
<SirPoet> you
* SirPoet takes another step closer
* Simon takes a breath at his words, the light dimming...
<Simon> I...
<Simon> I trusted you.
<Simon> **the light grows again**
* SirPoet takes another step and drops to one knee
<SirPoet> and I loved you and wanted the best for you
* Simon shivers, looking down at Poet now...his eyes blank...no expression.
* SirPoet reaches out one hand toward Simon
<Simon> **the light suddenly swoops down and knocks Poet down on his side...out of breath.**
* Simon steps back, looking in horror, "NO!"
* SirPoet struggles to regain his feet, managing to reach only his knees
* Simon kneels by Poet, "No. <to the light>
<SirPoet> Simon, you can fight it!
* Simon holds his hand in the air toward the light, "Come on...don't...please."
* Wenndolyne leans back from a passionate kiss... listens carefully and hisses in a whisper "Wolf... can you hear that?"
*** WolfAway is now known as LordWolf
* LordWolf smiles
* Simon stands, putting his body between he and Poet, "No..."
<LordWolf> they but argue and from the sound of it,Poet is not winning, my love
<Wenndolyne> But Simon...
<Wenndolyne> You did not see what he did to the guard
<SirPoet> Simon...I love you!
<LordWolf> Worry not Love they are within my keep after all
* Wenndolyne turns her head trying to hear better
* SirPoet reaches for Simon again
<Simon> **the light whirls around overhead...then knocks Simon down and hits Poet, flinging his body across the hall**
* Simon falls to the floor, yelling, "NO!"
* Wenndolyne looks to Wolf "How can I not worry? It's Simon! and... and Poet."
* LordWolf lunges to his feet at the sound of the fall and runs to the room
* Wenndolyne runs after him
* Simon shakes his head as he tries to stand, then fixes his eyes on the whirling light.
* LordWolf burst into the great hall, seeing Poets body laying half thelegth of the hall from Simon
<Simon> He's...he's dead.
* LordWolf spies the light
* LordWolf takes a pinch of iron dust from his robe and chants under his breath for a moment and then tosses the dust at LordWolf. With a loud roll of thunder, a dazzling lightning bolt issues from his hand and streeks toward LordWolf
* Simon just knew that he was dead.
* Wenndolyne runs to Poet... for has no power to help Simon
* LordWolf directs the lighting toward the light, as it answers his call
* Simon stands, puts his hands in the air..."No...don't hurt it!"
* Wenndolyne kneels to Poet and scoots beneath him to cradle his head in her lap
<LordWolf> **the lightning strikes the light with a termendous force, blowing out all the lights within the hall
<LordWolf> **
<Wenndolyne> Wolf! Simon!
* SirPoet 's eyes crack open barely at Wenn's touch, blood seeps from his lips and out his ears, slugishly
* LordWolf is nocked back by the exsplotion
* Wenndolyne looks about in the virtual darkness, only vague moonlight thru the stained glass windows filters into the room
<Simon> ((The whirl of light's still there...))
* Wenndolyne looks down to Poet's head in her lap... but has not enough light to see him clearly
<Wenndolyne> ((got all the light he said?))
<Simon> No.
<Wenndolyne> ((OK my bad... I missed the cue on the light))
* SirPoet stirs, his eyes opening weakly at Wenns tuch, blood trail sluggishly from his ears and mouth
<Simon> ...and Wolf!
<LordWolf> ((ok, all is darkness now))
* Simon starts to cry!
<Wenndolyne> ((told you))
* Wenndolyne looks down to Poet's head in her lap... but has not enough light to see him clearly
* Simon cries out...not a tear shed yet..."Come...come to me..." <to the light> Slowly, the light begins to dimm and settles over Simon's head again...then lowers toward his chest and disappears.
* LordWolf staggers to his feet after being knocked from them
* Simon falls to his knees
<Simon> ...then cups his head and falls to the floor in a ball.
* LordWolf calls out and the fire roars to life and the candle flare up once more
<LordWolf> ((I flicked the switch))
* Simon lay on the floor...still
* SirPoet moans softly and coughs weakly a gush of blood rushes from his lips
* LordWolf stagger to Simon
<LordWolf> Wenn!
* Wenndolyne looks down at Poet, looks up Wolf!
<Wenndolyne> My god... Poet...
* Simon shivers and stares, eyes wide...at nothing...
* LordWolf kneels beside Simon and picks him up into his arms
* SirPoet reaches out and with a hand now gone cold grasps Wenn's arm
* Wenndolyne looks down to Poet, crying helpless, caressing his face, a hand across his chest but can think of naught else to do!
<SirPoet> Go **cough cough** see to the child
* Simon stares for a while then his eyes come to focus on Wolf's face, "Poet?" <weakly>
<Wenndolyne> But Poet... you have no idea....
* LordWolf crushe the child to him, tears slipping down his face, he turns so Simon can not see te broke Poet further down the hall
* Wenndolyne looks up to Wolf pleading with her eyes for help
* Simon turns his eyes toward Wenn....toward Poet...
* SirPoet smiles weakly
<SirPoet> Go, my love, I am fine
<Simon> Poet...no...no...
* Simon only now begins to cry.
<Wenndolyne> But you... no... I will not leave you like this
* LordWolf holds the child to him and slowly rocks him to and fo
<LordWolf> Shhhh he'll be fine, my little one
<Wenndolyne> Wolf has Simon
<Wenndolyne> I can't...
<SirPoet> Go,
<SirPoet> ...me tries to push her away
* Simon sobs..."I meant to! This time...I knew!"
<SirPoet> Simon may be injured
* Wenndolyne is racked with sobbing, tears falling to him
* Simon sobs in Wolf's arms
* LordWolf holds the child close
<LordWolf> Wenn!
<SirPoet> Love, go, I will not leave you again.....
<SirPoet> I swear
* Simon lays his head on Wolf's chest...mumbling incoherently...
* Wenndolyne cups Poet's face in her hand, ignoring Wolf...
<Wenndolyne> I don't believe you.
<LordWolf> Wenn, Simon needs thee!
* Wenndolyne bends to kiss Poet's forehead
* Simon cries quietly against Wolf's arm, "I knew...I wanted him gone...and it happened."
<SirPoet> me paws at his clasp, and removes the silver broach with the stylized harp and scroll and shoves it into her hand...
<SirPoet> My pledge to you, now go
<LordWolf> Ssssh Simon, tis not your fault, litttle one.
* LordWolf continues to rock him back in forth
* Simon closes his eyes, now knowing his fate...knowing he will soon die himself.
* LordWolf cals again, almost pleeding
<LordWolf> Wenn
* Wenndolyne sobs, looks to the clasp. She slips from beneath Poet and lays his head gently down again.
<Wenndolyne> Your word , Poet
<Wenndolyne> You have given me your solemn word
* LordWolf stummbles and falls more or less into a chair
* Simon curls in Wolf's arms, sibbing quietly.
<SirPoet> Aye, I have Lass, that I have.
<Simon> ((er sobbing))
* Wenndolyne kisses his cheek, lingers in a glance, then runs to Wolf and Simon
* SirPoet cough once more yet forces the blood to remain in his mouth lest she see
* Simon shivers in Wolf's arms
* LordWolf rubs the childs arms, rocking him
<Wenndolyne> Wolf! Give him to me and help Poet... Please!!
* LordWolf gives the child to her keeping and staggers to his fet once more
* SirPoet coughs, this time allowing the large clot of blood to isue forth
* Simon shakes free from Wenn as she tries to hold him, and stands facing Poet, only to fall again.
* Wenndolyne grabs Simon up again and takes off with him to the Library
<Wenndolyne> No... no... you cannot see this
* LordWolf leaning upon his staff, hurries to Poet's side
<Wenndolyne> I cannot see it
* SirPoet chuckles at the Wolf's approach...
<SirPoet> so you have come to collect me at last, my friend?
* Simon looks over Wenn's shoulder as she takes him away...becoming frustrated at her speaking.
* LordWolf pauses, puzzled by his words
* SirPoet coughs more blood
* Wenndolyne cannot resist, she turns, with Simon in the hall and watches the two from that distance
<SirPoet> A merry chase I have lead thee have I not?
<LordWolf> You are hurt my friend and know not what you say. Please relax
* Wenndolyne hugs Simon close, needing his comfort more than he ever needed hers
* LordWolf kneels next to poet
* Simon is cold...uncomforting...
<SirPoet> Aye, I am dying and you shall claim me at last.
<SirPoet> it was a good Dance was it not?
* LordWolf tries to looks poet over, searching for wounds to bind
* Wenndolyne slowly drifts to her knees in the hallway, into a pool of white brocade, holding Simon, crying aloud, rocking
* SirPoet pushes his hands away roughly
<SirPoet> Not yet my love....the music has yet to cease within me....
<Simon> **a single tear rolls down Simon's face, he know what is happening...he knew before it happened.**
* LordWolf looks puzzled and once more tries to help him
* SirPoet looks to Wolf, his eyes clearing for a moment from a fog
* Wenndolyne wails aloud at his words... releases her grasp on Simon.. too weak with sorrow to hold him
<SirPoet> Wolf!
* LordWolf looks up
<SirPoet> Simon?
<SirPoet> Is
* Simon stands
<SirPoet> is he alright?
<Simon> ...then runs across the hall toward the men.
<LordWolf> Aye, he is well, though me thinks in shock at the moment
<SirPoet> help me sit up
* Wenndolyne scrambles weakly to her feet but has no will to chase the boy
* Simon looks down at Poet, breathless, then up at Wolf.
* Simon is silent
* LordWolf helps him sit up and hears the sound of approaching feet he turns and sees Simon
<LordWolf> Lad you should not be here...
<Simon> Poet? <softly>
* SirPoet looks up to Simon
* Wenndolyne stops to soak a cloth in cold water from the pitcher and crosses to Poet
<SirPoet> Simon...please...
<SirPoet> forgive me
* Simon doesn't hear Wolf...only sees Poet...and all that blood.
* LordWolf looks to Wenn and shakes his head a if to say no
<SirPoet> please
* Simon moves to Poet and kneels next to him, "I do! Don't die...!"
* Wenndolyne looks to Wolf, a glare, a question
* SirPoet feebly reaches out and takes Simons hand in his
* LordWolf sighs sadly, new tears sliping down his face, and looks away form her
<SirPoet> Lad...
* Simon holds Poet's hand, using both of his to hold it up to his face...wet with tears, "Poet."
* SirPoet coughs again
<SirPoet> Simon....
* Wenndolyne makes to reach out and touch Poet, but looks at Wolf again... and thinks better of it
* SirPoet 's hand is cold to the touch, his color is close to that of white and pasty
* Simon begins again to cry...tear flowing down his face.
<Simon> Yes...Poet?
* SirPoet softly whispers to Simon
<SirPoet> I
<SirPoet> forgive you....
<SirPoet> will you do the same
* Wenndolyne watches Simon and Poet through tear filled eyes
<SirPoet> and forgive thyself?
* Simon leans in to hear....his word....not knowing if he could, but nods to the dying man.
* LordWolf watches, caught in the moment, unable to move
<SirPoet> Simon!
<SirPoet> can you hear it?
<SirPoet> hear the music as is slowly fades?
* Simon looks into Poet's now distant eyes. "Yes...I can..."
* LordWolf glances to Wenn and then to Simon
* Wenndolyne watches Poet fade and whispers almost to herself "Can neither of you help him?"
<Simon> I can hear it...Poet.
* LordWolf rises, a determined look upon his face
<LordWolf> Wenn, remove the child
<Simon> I can hear your music.
* Wenndolyne is too distracted
* Simon kisses Poet's cheek
* Simon kisses Poet's hand
* SirPoet 's eyes close slowly as the last breath flees from his body
<LordWolf> Wenn!
* Simon kisses Poet's forehead
* LordWolf shouts
* Wenndolyne is awakened by his tone and looks to him
<Wenndolyne> Yes?
<LordWolf> remove the child
* Simon cries softly.
<Wenndolyne> AYe...
* Simon hugs the now lifeless form
* Wenndolyne mechanically takes Simon's hand and leads him away
<Wenndolyne> Simon... we must go
* Simon keeps an eye on Poet as he is lead away...
* Simon watches Wolf standing over Poet's body.
* Wenndolyne cannot look... could not see him anyway
* LordWolf waits till she has hold of Simon then he reaches down and lifts the now lifeless body of Poet
* Wenndolyne pulls Simon into the library and locks the door behind them
* LordWolf turns and walks toward the distant entrance to his tower with the body
* Simon stares at Wenn
* Wenndolyne leans heavily against the door and slides to the floor, eyes closed, tears flowing
<Simon> I knew...
<Simon> This time...I knew.
* LordWolf slips from sight, heading down a corridor away from the two and is soon lost in the shadows
* Simon looks down saddly.
* Wenndolyne weakly responds, only half aware "Knew what little one?"
*** SirPoet is now known as DeadPoet
<Simon> I knew...that he was gonna die...I knew it all.
<Simon> I made the music for him...he heard it, you know.
<Wenndolyne> What music? -LordWolf- .4**Wolfie Op's Only** Outside, thunder rolls across the heavens
* Wenndolyne is still quite absent until she hears thunder crack and roll outside and opens her eyes to look about
* Simon dries his eyes, knowing his own fate now..."He heard music before he died. I made it for him. I made it when he was hit by the light. I knew."
* Simon stares coldly out the window at the dancing lights.
* Wenndolyne is not listening to Simon. She stands and unlocks the door. -LordWolf- .4**Wolfie Op's Only** lightning crashes from some where above them as if a storm rages within the Great Keeps Tower
* Simon is still standing, motionless and alone -LordWolf- .4**Wolfie Op's Only** the night sky is alive with flashes of power other than the storms
* Wenndolyne flings open the door, and looks in the direction the great hall then looks up
* Simon still does not move. He stands in the library, staring and whispering to himself, "I knew."
* Wenndolyne is crying and shaking her head, whispering “The tower. Wolf has taken Poet to the tower.” -LordWolf- .4**Wolfie Op's Only** the very air becomes charged with an static and magical energy, causing the hairs on the back of their arms to rise
* Simon moves toward the window...watching the lights
-> -LordWolf- ~Only 4 U~ can I get through the wall without you... now that I know where the entrance is? -LordWolf-** Wenndolyne's Eyes Only ** no, not yet
* Simon unlatches the window and open it...allowing the night wind to swirl into his face.
* Wenndolyne holds her hand out to Simon but still looks up as if she could see the tower... though of course, she cannot except within her mind's eye
<Wenndolyne> Simon... Simon come here
* Simon stares out the window...
<Wenndolyne> Simon!
* Wenndolyne turns in the threshold of the library door to see Simon at the window. She can see the odd flashing of the sky beyond the window. With a distracted, frightened voice, she bids Simon to come to her.
<Simon> He's...he's up there now...I can see.
<Simon> He can see mountains and trees...
<Simon> There's lights...
<Wenndolyne> No! We are not ready... I am not ready for Poet's soul to leave this earth
<Wenndolyne> Come here, please
* Wenndolyne is pleading with him to come away from the window
* Simon looks over to see a streak of light stretch from the tower to the sky...
<Simon> It's pretty Wenn..and there's a girl there...
* Wenndolyne takes a few slow paces in the direction of Simon as the window, still looking upward, in prayer as much as anything else...
<Simon> She has blonde hair and green eyes...
* Simon moves even closer to the window.
* Simon smiles, "She smiled at me..."
* Wenndolyne suddenly looks at Simon and comes to stand behind him, following his gaze out to the shattered night sky
* Simon tears still flow down his face as he smiles.
<Wenndolyne> Who?
<Simon> A girl...there. <pointing>
<Wenndolyne> ((ok script please... is this the daughter? can I see her? has she a name?))
<LordWolf> ((yes yes and no))
<Wenndolyne> ((and I know her from email... but does Wenn know of her?))
<LordWolf> ((no though the resemblance is very good))
<Wenndolyne> ((tanks))
* Simon leans out to see the girl on her shining ribbon of light.
* Wenndolyne squints, blinks... "... oh my...."
* Simon points to the top of the tower..."Look...who's that?"
* Wenndolyne sees in her face... in her eyes...
<Simon> It's Wolf! He's..he's...
* LordWolf walks upon the glowing ribbon, meeting the girlchild mid span
* LordWolf pauses as the child bows to him and then stepping forward she gently kisses him on the cheek
* Simon 's eyes fill with tears.
* Wenndolyne swallows hard and steps back a pace to lean against a chair but cannot take her eyes from this scene
<Simon> Who...is that?
<Simon> What...?
* LordWolf smiles a smile filled with love to the child, a fathers love, and softly speks to her though they are too far away for their words to be heard
* Wenndolyne sees the girl with hair and an elveness about her, much as Wolf has described Juliana... and with Wolf's forest emerald eyes
* Simon watches as Wolf moves along the ribbon of light...wondering...confused..
* LordWolf moves his burden to the child, who without a glance, causes the body of Poet to float upon the air
<Simon> * a single tear runs down Simon's face. **
* Wenndolyne 's eyes are wide and mouth agape as both wonder at the miraculous image overtakes her
* LordWolf gently embraces the child and softly kisses her brow much as he did to Simon earlier. The two part and make their way back to their own ends of the ribbon of light. Slowly the ribbon shimmers and upon Wolf reaching the tower, it withdraws and slips back into the rift.
* Wenndolyne drops to the floor even as the ribbon slips away... staring blankly
* Simon moves his head, as if hearing something.
<Simon> Remember.
* Simon turns and runs out of the library, into the great hall
* Wenndolyne sits in a rumbled heap... breathing shallow and very slowly shaking her head
* LordWolf watches from the tower as he closes the rift to that far off distant land of Lyric. Once more sealing it away, along with his daughter and now the body of Sir Poet.
* Simon looks wided eyed around the hall, seeing the broken items around the room, the blood on the floor..."Remember."...and that tune...he hears it even now...as he frantically looks for an escape...Remember. -LordWolf- .4**Wolfie Op's Only** the storm breaks upon the Keep and Rain pours down and in through the opened window
* Wenndolyne feels nothing, hears nothing, sees nothing but the image of that girl, the ribbon, Poet & Wolf... as if frozen -LordWolf-** Wenndolyne's Eyes Only ** did I shock thee?
* Simon runs to door and into the night...hearing the tune...the haunting tune...
-> -LordWolf- ~Only 4 U~ sorry can't hear you. I'm numb :)
<Simon> ((The audience applauds.))
* LordWolf stand alone for a long moment within the tower’s great window and watches the storm then, sighing, he turns and heads for the others.
*** Quits: DeadPoet (May ye find happiness in all that life brings thee, gentle souls, dearest friends..)

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