Wenn & Wolf Tales

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Wenn reads Kavin’s sword

Session Start: Sun Oct 19 23:55:09 1997
*** Now talking in #WolfKeep
* Wenndolyne steps into the great hall, returning from one of her frequent naps
* Kavin_Hunter surprise surprise is sitting by the fire in his newest favorite spot. This time though, he is not in deep meditation.. only deep thought as he stares into the fire. He actually looks up and acknowledges wenn as she enters the keep.
* Wenndolyne blushes a little with her smile
* Kavin_Hunter watches her for a moment, his knee bent, foot resting against the floor, and one arm draped over his knee. His upper body is propped up against the floor, and he looks down for a moment, "Wenn.. we need to talk.."
<Wenndolyne> Well, Kavin... hello
* Kavin_Hunter watches her for a moment, his knee bent, foot resting against the floor, and one arm draped over his knee. His upper body is propped up against the floor, and he looks down for a moment, "Wenn.. we need to talk.."
* Wenndolyne crosses to Kavin "Aye? Is there a problem?"
* Kavin_Hunter tilts his head forward in a silent nod, then spreads out across the floor to lie on his back, staring up at her, "Yeah... a big one."
* Wenndolyne kneels beside him and then sits with her feet curled up beneath her
* Wenndolyne watches Monica away and then looks back to Kavin with a furrowed brow
<Wenndolyne> Please, you seem distraught... pray tell what's on that mind of yours
* Kavin_Hunter holds his left hand into the air in front of himself, palm facing down. He flexes his fingers, marvelling at the missing scar which should be there. He shows it to Wenn and comments off-handedly, as if stalling the issue, "Hmm.. thought I cut myself there before. It's strange.."
<Wenndolyne> I did notice that your other wounds have healed rather fast... this is a curious thing
<Wenndolyne> But this is not what furrows your brow, young brother
* Kavin_Hunter shrugs marginally and lowers his hand to his chest, interlocking the fingers with his other hand. He breathes in deeply, staring up at the ceiling, "No. But I don't know where to start."
* Wenndolyne reaches out and places her hand on his "Kavin, start anywhere... we will sort it out"
* Kavin_Hunter studies a certain rafter in the ceiling, noticing it's conformity with the others, so very high above. After many moments of silent contemplation, he speaks softly, "You know who I am right.. I've told you.. Kavin 'Eldarion' <word spoken in disgust> of Daverell. "
<Wenndolyne> Yes, and this is a point of trouble for you I gather
* Kavin_Hunter laughs softly before proceeding, "I've learned to live with it for awhile... I can't be anything else.. try as I might to escape it.". He pauses for a moment before continuing, off-topic, "Wenndolyne... hmm... would your last name be Wolf then? "
<Wenndolyne> Wenndolyne Wolf...
* Wenndolyne giggles
<Wenndolyne> Yes, indeed I suppose though I do not think of it that way
* Kavin_Hunter shrugs marginally, hands still clasped across his chest, "No reason I guess.. Just wondered what it was. Valanx gave me the name Hunter. Told me I was whatever I made of myself. Not what I was born into."
* Wenndolyne leans very far to reach the ladle of the rum pot and fills a mug
* Kavin_Hunter chews on his lower lip, hesitantly continuing, not wanting to outright say what is on his mind, "Valanx.. good man. Leader of the Resistance back in Daverell.. He was.. well.. the first to trust me. And the first to offer me a place in the resistance."
* Wenndolyne nods as she listens and drops a cinnamon stick into the mug
* Wenndolyne offers the mug to Kavin "Care you for a rum? Hot buttered rum? It has most of the spirit boiled out of it... mostly flavor left"
* Kavin_Hunter returns to studying the rafters for a long while, seeming lost in thought. He lifts a hand to wave in a negative gesture, and shakes his head, then responds, "No.. no thanks. Anyways..". He draws in a deep breath, then continues, "Anyways.. where was I?"
<Wenndolyne> Valanx and the resistance
* Kavin_Hunter nods slightly from where he lays, and resumes his talking, "Yeah. The resistance. My father wants me back. Obsessively. I'm his last remaining heir. And he doesn't know of my.. <says the word slowly,> treachery.. He thinks I left for reasons of my own. "
* Wenndolyne concentrates and then "Treachery, as in the resistance..."
* Kavin_Hunter turns his eyes to look at her, "I should have left here when I first heard that Valdmir had sent word to my father. Yet I selfishly hesitated, wanting to stay here. And now it is too late. "
<Wenndolyne> Too late for what? I am sorry I miss your point
<Wenndolyne> If your father comes we shall have to deal with him is all
<Wenndolyne> ((I don't think she knows about the armies))
* Kavin_Hunter laughs mirthlessly, and turns his head toward her, "Too late for anything. Too late for me to leave.. He marches with his army. And the Daverellan Army has yet to be defeated. They'll raze the keep, and slaughter everyone."
* Wenndolyne takes a sip of rum and considers the implications here
* Kavin_Hunter returns his stare toward the rafters, clasping his hands tighter, "Kara... Kara Trall came to me, from the resistance. Told me of Valanx's... passing. In his dying breath.. he named me as his successor as leader of the resistance. <closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath, holding it as he awaits her response>"
* Wenndolyne nervously takes another sip of rum
<Wenndolyne> Is this not dangerous for you? Is this what you want?
* Kavin_Hunter shakes his head, speaking in a half-laughing voice, filled with uncertainty, "I have no choice. And yeah, it'll be dangerous for me.. and for all involved here. Kara has, as far as I know, brought the resistance forces with her.. and they're camped not far from here. With scouts tracking my father's progress."
* Wenndolyne eyes widen a bit
<Wenndolyne> The... this conflict... you think it will...
* Wenndolyne swallows
<Wenndolyne> You think it will come to pass here?
<Wenndolyne> At our keep?
* Kavin_Hunter remains silent, and opens his eyes a slit, "I can't say. But I'd be lying if I didn't think it might."
<Wenndolyne> hmmm
* Kavin_Hunter chuckles ruefully, "I'll bet you didn't know when you first took in a dusty wanderer that it would come to such ends."
* Wenndolyne rises slowly and paces, taking a sip now and then, idly fidgeting with the mug
* Wenndolyne manages a crooked smile to him "I would not change that decision, young brother"
* Wenndolyne ponders aloud But now... what can be done of this?
* Wenndolyne stops her pacing and turns again to Kavin
* Kavin_Hunter smiles slightly, but more for her own benefit, "The Resistance will make hit and fade attacks on his army as they approach. But there's no way we can defeat them with our resources."
<Kavin_Hunter> And as for my father.. he's far more powerful than me. I couldn't hope to stand against him.
<Wenndolyne> ((( Look what I had typed --
-> What chance have the Resistance forces against this army of your father's?))
<Wenndolyne> ((hehehe))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((LOL!))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((GMTA))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((*grin*))
<Wenndolyne> I woefully lack knowledge of these things but... is it a matter of numbers? arms? what?
* Kavin_Hunter mutters half to himself, "Numbers. Arms. Training. My father is a cold and cruel strategist, willing to sacrifice his whole legion if it would bring him victory in the long run."
* Wenndolyne sips and swallows hard, staring at Kavin but letting this all run through her mind in confusion
<Wenndolyne> I do wish Wolf were here to discuss such matters but... seems to me there may be help in Camelot and... cannot mercenaries be of some use?
* Wenndolyne holds her stomach with one hand as talk of war does upset her and she is already queasy most of the time now to start with
* Wenndolyne slips into her chair, visibly grateful for its comfort
* Kavin_Hunter chuckles into the air, "There isn't enough even in camelot. The resources are depleted from the war against Quietus.. Mercenaries would merely slow their progress. Wenn.. the Daverellan Army has never lost a battle. And they grow in number all the time due to my father's policy of mandatory enlistment."
* Wenndolyne sets down her mug and curls her feet up beneath her as she folds her arms about herself
<Wenndolyne> What can help then? What needs be done?
* Kavin_Hunter takes in a careful breath. He rests his head further back so he can look at her, "Against my father, a large army would be demolished. The best strategy is a series of hit and fade attacks upon random flanks. Many of the soldiers in the army are sympathetic to the resistance.. yet fear the outcome of their rebelling against their superiors.. if someone were to take out my father.. the superiors and nobles.. would fly into a power struggle.
<Kavin_Hunter> ----rebelling against their superiors.. if someone were to take out my father.. the superiors and nobles.. would fly into a power struggle.. and many in the army would either return home or fight the nobles...
<Kavin_Hunter> Needless to say though.. a greater number of soldiers are loyal to the king.
* Wenndolyne 's head is spinning from all of this yet she nods as though she understands it
* Kavin_Hunter falls into silence, not knowing what more he can say about the situation. Finally he asks, "Wenn.. I need money to fund our army...". He sighs, his face going red at the mere thought of borrowing, his shame showing visibly.
* Wenndolyne smiles though weakly for still her head is filled with images of battle
<Wenndolyne> At last... something I can do to help
* Wenndolyne is visibly relieved
<Wenndolyne> Do not let pride stand in your way of help is offered... especially is a case such as this where is it so sorely needed
* Kavin_Hunter shakes his head slowly, "It's not that.. I just... don't want to take from you without giving anything in return."
* Wenndolyne thinks a moment
<Wenndolyne> Well, firstly you are like family now and I would help you on that reason alone... without care for repayment
<Wenndolyne> And
<Wenndolyne> there are people being trampled beneath your father's feet it seems... how can I stand by for that is I am able to help put an end to it
<Wenndolyne> is>if
* Kavin_Hunter starts to smile, but quickly covers it up into his usual neutral expression. "I know.. and I need those funds, regardless.. but I don't like it at all.."
* Wenndolyne smirks at him, almost a chiding expression "What choice have you if I insist? Would you insult me by not accepting my aid?"
* Wenndolyne is almost teasing in her tone, trying to lighten his worry even if just a little
* Kavin_Hunter looks down toward his clasped hands, and says flatly, "I do accept... but I have no wish to.. I feel I have already overstayed my welcome. Many times over."
<Wenndolyne> Think no more on it... should the Resistance win out and I have all faith it will... then let the new Daverell worry about what is to be repaid... at their leisure
* Wenndolyne rises from her chair
<Wenndolyne> Excuse me but a moment
* Kavin_Hunter looks up at her, almost in disappointment, "You're leaving?"
* Wenndolyne looks to him with a smile
<Wenndolyne> Only a moment... I shall be back shortly
* Wenndolyne crosses the great hall and slips into the kitchen
* Wenndolyne gets into the pantry and pushes aside the small sack of flour she laid over the bag of gold she had offered him before but he did not take
* Wenndolyne bends and tries to lift the sack of gold but feels a twinge and puts her hand to her tummy, calling out to him in momentary fright over the sharp pain "Kavin!"
* Kavin_Hunter starts at the hollar from the kitchen. He rolls twice across the stone floor of the keep, and rises, simultaneously drawing his sword. He sprints toward the kitchen, hurdling over the couch, and springing off. He lands into the kitchen and glances around, "I'm here!"
* Wenndolyne straightens and turns to him giggling lightly
* Wenndolyne shakes her head
<Wenndolyne> No no you can stand down
<Wenndolyne> It was only my foolishness
<Wenndolyne> I just discovered I cannot lift as I could before
* Wenndolyne steps back and gestures to the heavy sack "You will have to lift it, I cannot at present"
* Kavin_Hunter takes one final look around the room, as if to reassure himself, then spins the sword once to his right side before returning it to it's scabbard. He looks at her once more, and then down to the sack on the floor, "Yeah.. take it easy."
* Wenndolyne looks to him seriously "That sack is yours... I let you refuse it once."
<Wenndolyne> I will not allow that again
* Kavin_Hunter crouches beside the sack and grips the edges. He hefts it up, then slings it over his shoulder. He turns toward her.. "I.. yeah... I know.."
<Wenndolyne> It is the only kind of help I can give... and if ye have need of more.... please, please ask
* Wenndolyne reaches out and brushes a lock of hair from his face
<Wenndolyne> I am sorry such weight falls on your shoulders.... and I do not mean the gold
* Kavin_Hunter draws in a slow breath and lets it out carefully. He looks at her for a long moment before replying, "I know.. and I'm even sorrier.. for my sake.. Jaede's sake.. your sake.. and Lord Wolf's sake. I have no wish for this.. I wish only to start my life anew.. and leave my past behind me. But it seeks me wherever I hide.."
<Kavin_Hunter> Morrigan told me that there comes a time when everyone must stand and fight..
<Kavin_Hunter> This is the time for me.
* Wenndolyne nods "So it seems"
<Wenndolyne> But once done...
<Wenndolyne> Then you can indeed begin your new life, Kavin
<Wenndolyne> without fear or hatred of who you were born to be
<Wenndolyne> Or so is my wish for you
* Wenndolyne leans in and kisses him lightly on the cheek
* Kavin_Hunter laughs harshly at her words, and turns his face to the side, "Once done? It will never be done.. the Resistance will put me on the throne once my father is defeated. It will never.. be done."
<Wenndolyne> What can you know of the future? You knew not what would transpire here when you first stepped through the door
* Kavin_Hunter remains rigid in his stance, the bag of gold clutched tightly to keep from slipping from his palms. He mutters, "I didn't.. but this isn't the same. This is planned by the resistance, set by the resistance, and I can't refuse it."
<Wenndolyne> Then take the mantle they have forced on you and do your best with it
<Wenndolyne> Young brother... it will be enough
<Wenndolyne> it must be
* Kavin_Hunter chews on his lower lip. "Wenn. It isn't. I can't leave this place as it has become too much my home. I can't return to Daverell. I can't take the throne. And I won't."
<Wenndolyne> First things first then
<Wenndolyne> Deal with the htreat of your father and his armies
* Kavin_Hunter nods slowly, head still turned to the side, "I will.. and after I drive my blade into his cold heart.. Then I'll have to decide.. grudgingly accept what is forced upon me.. or flee for all times.
* Wenndolyne grimaces a bit at his imagery
* Wenndolyne puts her hand to his shoulder "Would that I could lift this onus from you... but it is yours, like it or no"
* Kavin_Hunter turns toward the counter, and hefts the sack onto the counter. He turns his back to the counter, resting the heels of his palms against the edge. "And I don't like it. I never will like it. And <pauses at the dizzying sensation within>... What do you want from me?? You've said it already fifty million times! What purpose??"
* Wenndolyne furrows her brows at him "Pardon?"
* Kavin_Hunter suddenly looks at her aghast, mouth open wide. He stammers, "No... not you.. I wasn't speaking to you... I promise.."
<Wenndolyne> Who.. um... who were you speaking to?
* Kavin_Hunter looks down at her feet, shifting before responding, "Um... my sword, I think.."
* Wenndolyne arches her eyebrows "Your sword? Does it speak to you?"
* Kavin_Hunter bites down on his lower lip, taking his time before responding, "Yeah.. I think it's the sword.. <turns his eyes carefully upwards to guage her reaction>"
* Wenndolyne looks to the sword "I have heard of sentient objects but other than the way my stones tell me things, I cannot say I really believed in them"
* Kavin_Hunter nods slightly, then reaches behind himself, to draw the weapon. He holds it out before himself, looking down at the gemstone set within the hilt, now glowing brightly as opposed to the usual pale shimmer.
<Kavin_Hunter> It does this.. as well as gives me a 'psionic nudge'.. to let me know things..
*** Joins: Monica (clever@204.237 90.79)
*** ChanServ sets mode: +o Monica
* Wenndolyne reaches out to touch the gem but hesitates "May I?"
* Kavin_Hunter hesitates for a moment, eyeing the weapon, but then nods slightly. He offers her the hilt of the weapon, "Here.. hold it a moment.. feel how light it is.."
* Wenndolyne takes the hilt into her hand, holding it awkwardly and eyeing it closely
* Wenndolyne runs the fingertips of her other hand over the inset gem and lets slip a light gasp
* Kavin_Hunter watches her closely, watching her with the weapon.
* Wenndolyne wraps her hand around the hilt, around the stone and pulls it to her chest, eyes closing
* Wenndolyne whispers as to herself "... purpose... place.... time...."
* Wenndolyne nods as though answering some one, acknowledging
* Wenndolyne smiles and softly for the gem in the sword fills her with thoughs of comfort in some way
* Wenndolyne 's brow furrows as her thoughts drift to Kavin again. She asks the gem but whispers aloud "But what of outcome? What of future?
* Kavin_Hunter watches wenndolyne with the sword, eyes open wide in what might be disbelief as the weapon seemingly speaks with her.
* Wenndolyne nods, her expression neither sad nor happy now It has always been thus
<Wenndolyne> Always seeming too soon for the chosen himself
* Wenndolyne kneels slowly, the sword before her, tip on the floor, her hands still about the hilt... almost in a stance of supplication
* Kavin_Hunter looks at her with uncertainty. He whispers softly,"Wenn?"
* Wenndolyne bows her head, eyes still closed, hearing naught but the whispering wind of the sword through the gem
<Wenndolyne> Then Evil MUST fall
<Wenndolyne> and the chosen, this champion... must serve his downfall to him
<Wenndolyne> but who? when?.... where shall he look for it?
* Wenndolyne shivers and tries to loose her hands from the hilt of the sword
<Wenndolyne> ... but... but hope is what is needed
<Wenndolyne> and this? this is the place?
* Wenndolyne brows furrow
<Wenndolyne> He knows?
<Wenndolyne> then purpose... take a stand in this place... await the time
* Wenndolyne starts to shake her head slowly for the winds now seem to speak in circles to her
<Wenndolyne> how can he not without assurance of the outcome?
* Wenndolyne 's expression softens again for her heart knows something perhaps the sword and gem do not
<Wenndolyne> Then faith as well as hope, would that not serve?
* Kavin_Hunter remains silent, watching in stunned interest at the happenings.
<Wenndolyne> honor, compassion, valor, humility, spirit... of these the purpose IS possessed
<Wenndolyne> If but the purpose finds his faith, his hope
<Wenndolyne> Then...
* Wenndolyne smiles
<Wenndolyne> then all is not lost nor does it wait for the next choosing.... aye
<Wenndolyne> he has found love in a once cold heart... so faith and hope must abide there too
<Wenndolyne> then that is how it MUST be
<Kavin_Hunter> ((Don't I make a convincing council of old ancient spirit peoples? hehheh)
<Wenndolyne> No... NO I will not consider this...
* Wenndolyne tries to loose her hands from the hilt again
* Wenndolyne turns her head as if looking toward something though her eyes are still closed
<Wenndolyne> Who... who are you?
<Wenndolyne> What is this place?
* Wenndolyne rises and pulls the sword up against her chest again
<Wenndolyne> Must the purpose find his way here?
* Wenndolyne almost hugs the sword to her, her fingers intertwined around the hilt (if she drops it her toes are history ;)
<Kavin_Hunter> ((LOL!))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((It's not heavy. Very light0)
<Wenndolyne> ((yeah but the SOB is bound to be sharp))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((*grin* Sharper than most swords you could find.))
*** Joins: Lynx
* Monica nods silently to Lynx.
* Lynx tips his head to Monica
* Wenndolyne swallows dark purpose... who has not yet been chosen?
* Kavin_Hunter watches her silently, uncertain as to what to do. Rather, he stands there, continuing to observe.
<Wenndolyne> ((Wenn & Kavin are in the kitchen))
<Monica> ((ah!))
* Lynx reverts to a character he knows better
*** Lynx is now known as Turin
* Monica remains at the bar, brooding over a mug of tea.
* Wenndolyne shivers for with this her thoughts turn to Quietus
* Turin walks in, dressed in the forest green of Doriath, he carries at his side a huge sword forged of a dark metal, he scans the room, stading tall at his full height of 7'1"
* Wenndolyne weakens for all these thoughts begin to wear on her
<Wenndolyne> but the purpose shall prevail... he must
<Wenndolyne> given faith... given hope
<Wenndolyne> there are many... and that must be enough
* Monica looks to Turn..."Get ye a drink?"
<Turin> I would be delighted
<Wenndolyne> please... please release me from this place, from these thoughts
<Monica> What c'n I get ye, then?
<Turin> Have ye a concotion known by the name of miruvor?
* Monica rises from the barstool to move around behind the bar.
<Monica> Ahhhh. I do nae rightly know...as I've ne'er heard o' it.
<Monica> AND...I be just visitin' meself, really
<Turin> I brought my own supply, you're welcome to share what I have
<Monica> Nae...but I thank ye...I've had a wee dram too much this day.
* Wenndolyne begins to sink to the floor again, the blade of the sword slips out before her though the hilt remains in her hands
<Turin> Its is perilous to mortals
<Monica> Aye? Weel, then, I'm glad I ha'e th' sense to turn down yere offer!
<Turin> hehehe
* Monica gives Turin a wink.
<Monica> C'n I git ye a glass, if no' a drink, then?
* Wenndolyne leans forward then show me... show me the place
<Turin> aye, that would be very nice
<Wenndolyne> and let me be gone from here
* Monica pulls a glass down from the shelf and sets in on the bar.
<Monica> So...what brings ye 'round t'th' Wolfkeep?
<Turin> It has been known to have an effect much like that another drink did to a Rip Van Winkle
<Turin> I met him, very nice gentleman
<Monica> Aye? Ne'er heard o' 'im.
* Turin pours from a flask that he has against his body, fill the glass about 1/4th empty
<Turin> Ah., met up with some playful folk, they gave him a brew that caused him to sleep for some 80 years, the world had changed much in that time
<Turin> I come because I come to most places in my life
<Monica> Imagine it would...that bein' a full lifetime fer most folk.
<Turin> aye
<Turin> Wouldn't be much for me, but then most are not working on their 37th millenia
* Monica furrows her brows..."As ye say."
<Kavin_Hunter> ((Grrrr. back. sorry.))
* Turin takes small sips from the glass, watching the amber fluid catch the light
* Wenndolyne lifts one hand from the hilt of the sword and reaches out, seemingly to nothing but in her minds eye the sword has bid her open a door
* Monica reaches across the bar, grabs her mug and refills it with tea, then moves back around to the other side to perch on the stool again.
<Turin> ..................
<Turin> What sights, have my eyes seen
<Turin> the long years gone
<Turin> times both light and dark
<Turin> from death is born the new
<Turin> and the new brings back the shaded
<Turin> spirits in new numbers
<Turin> before uncounted, the phoenix
<Turin> rises, and it falls, the fire
<Turin> consuming its old self, out
<Turin> of which springs another
<Turin> that is the same, where does
<Turin> it end? Does it end? Who
<Turin> is to know? I am not that one
<Turin> ..........
* Monica quirks a brow and glances askance at Turin, then returns to staring into her mug.
* Wenndolyne furrows her brows to all the statues she sees in her mind of all manner of peoples, most she has never seen before
* Wenndolyne halts in her mind's walking before a massive blue swirling poertal, framed in an oval stone gateway
* Wenndolyne whispers to the unseen with whom she has been conversing Is this for me to enter? Is this meant for my eyes to see?
* Turin stares into his drink
* Monica leans her elbows on the bar and places her forehead in her hands and sighs heavily, shaking her head slightly.
<Monica> ((too many "and"s there...:P))
* Turin glances over to Monicam its okay
* Wenndolyne nods to the words from the wind of the sword and the gem I shall remember this"
* Wenndolyne shakes her head and drops the sword to the kitchen floor with a clatter
* Wenndolyne looks up in a daze at Kavin from where she sits in a rumpled heap of white brocade
* Kavin_Hunter crouches next to her, and places a hand on her shoulder. He looks at her with some trepidation, "Wenn.. are you all right?"
* Wenndolyne swallows hard and nods though somewhat absently, she is worn out
<Turin> me looks toward Monica, 'Have you a cure for a melancoly heart?'
* Wenndolyne leans against him
<Monica> If I'd a cure...I'd be usin' it.
<Turin> I see
* Kavin_Hunter grips her arm firmly, and helps her to her feet. He looks visibly shaken, "I was worried.. I thought.."
* Wenndolyne looks into his face
*** Quits: Turin (Leaving.)
<Wenndolyne> I have much... much to tell... but I must sit
* Kavin_Hunter shakes his head slightly, "You need to rest..."
* Wenndolyne turns to leave the kitchen for the great hall
* Kavin_Hunter crouches down to retrieve his sword.. he places it in the scabbard, and rises to follow her.
* Wenndolyne crosses slowly and nods to Monica then sits rather heavily in her chair
<Monica> Hullo Wennie.
<Wenndolyne> Hello Monica
* Wenndolyne manages a weak smile
<Monica> Y'look beat, lass.
* Wenndolyne nods and says quietly "Much to think about much to recall". She is still quite dazed.
* Wenndolyne looks to Kavin
* Monica nods, not really understanding, lost in her own thoughts...and returns to brooding over her tea.
<Wenndolyne> Young brother... it is you.
<Kavin_Hunter> (((Sorry. back. this is getting annoying.))
* Kavin_Hunter settles into a spot on the floor in front of her, kneeling, sitting on his heels. He looks up at her, "What is?"
* Wenndolyne knows not whether to smile or frown for him but brushes his cheek with the back of her hand
<Wenndolyne> You... you are the purpose
<Wenndolyne> They know you have the virtues of a champion
* Kavin_Hunter shakes his head, not understanding. "What do you mean?"
<Kavin_Hunter> Who is they?
<Wenndolyne> They depend on you to fulfill your destiny as the chosen
<Wenndolyne> They who speak through the sword
* Kavin_Hunter looks up at her, not understanding, "What destiny? Chosen? Why me?"
<Kavin_Hunter> ((Gonna have to wrap this up for tonight. ))
<Wenndolyne> It is as you said... you are the one, it is your time
<Kavin_Hunter> ((so bear with me.))
<Kavin_Hunter> (( :) ))
<Wenndolyne> ((k))
* Kavin_Hunter looks down at the floor, then stands slowly, "Wenn.. I.. I'll talk to you in the morning.. I need sleep.."
* Wenndolyne nods
<Wenndolyne> I have little left of me to discuss it anyway
* Kavin_Hunter turns without another word, and hurries out of the great hall, up the stairs, and down the hallway to his room. He closes the door behind himself, and lays down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.. wondering.
<Kavin_Hunter> ((night. :) ))
<Wenndolyne> ((nitey nite))
<Monica> ((nite!))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((I'm sending chamberlain a log of tonight's events so he can incorporate it. :) ))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((Goodnight now 4 real. :) ))
*** Quits: Kavin_Hunter (No matter how good you are... there's always someone better..)

<Wenndolyne> Kavin... I don't know where to begin to tell you what the sword told me
<Wenndolyne> It was mostly whispers of words and images of things I could scarely take in
* Kavin_Hunter nods slightly, his eyes lowered to his lap. His palms rest down against his legs, and he is silent.
<Wenndolyne> As I told you last night
<Wenndolyne> It was very clear to me that YOU are the Purpose
* Kavin_Hunter nods again, but feels the need to speak, "So it's told me.. But what does it mean?"
<Wenndolyne> They have chosen you... to champion the... the good... I believe
* Kavin_Hunter draws his expression into a puzzled scowl, and stares at Wenn's knees. He chews on his lower lip, not knowing exactly how to react.
<Wenndolyne> There will be a... hmmm...
<Wenndolyne> a battle of some sort I guess or a facing off against an evil
<Wenndolyne> not yet chosen
<Wenndolyne> I am sorry if this makes little sense.
<Wenndolyne> But the champion for good, the purpose... is you
* Kavin_Hunter shakes his head slowly, "Wenn.. I don't understand what you're talking about.. what battle? And what's not chosen? And why me? How can you be certain? "
<Wenndolyne> I only know what they told me, showed me
<Wenndolyne> but Kavin
<Wenndolyne> I believe it is true
<Wenndolyne> They see your valor, honor, spirit... your virtues
<Wenndolyne> They see something else too
* Kavin_Hunter lets out the breath he didn't realize he was holding, and looks up at her, "What?"
<Wenndolyne> They see your reluctance in this
<Wenndolyne> your doubt, faithlessness.... fear
* Kavin_Hunter closes his eyes and turns his head down toward the floor. He shakes his head slightly, "Why should I not.. There's nothing certain about any of this."
<Wenndolyne> Nor is there anything certain about life
<Wenndolyne> But sometimes... one must take the leap of faith
* Kavin_Hunter sighs heavily, then rests his forehead against her knee. He feels a chill run down his spine, feeling dread over what is to come.
<Wenndolyne> Have they shown you... have they shown you an ancient city?
* Kavin_Hunter nods carefully, "Yeah.. It.. was massive.."
<Kavin_Hunter> There was a tower in the center..
<Kavin_Hunter> I couldn't get through the front door of it..
<Wenndolyne> Well... I did
* Kavin_Hunter closes his eyes and clenches his teeth together, "What did you find?"
* Wenndolyne closes her eyes to try to recall the images
<Wenndolyne> ... a massive chamber... a hall of statues...
<Wenndolyne> human... orcan... elven.... dragon... all I have ever seen and more
<Wenndolyne> but I did not tarry
<Wenndolyne> for there was at the end of the hall... a...hmmm...
* Kavin_Hunter continues to rest his forehead against her knee, and shifts a little as his right foot starts to fall asleep. After feeling returns, he settles back. "A..?"
<Wenndolyne> a... swirl of blue... a portal or so it seemed
* Wenndolyne opens her eyes to looks at him
<Wenndolyne> Yes, a huge massive swirl of blue within a stone gateway
<Wenndolyne> a portal... but they said I could not pass
<Wenndolyne> I was only to tell you of it
* Kavin_Hunter raises his head and looks up at her. Finally, he speaks the question that has been plaguing him for a long time, "Who are they?"
<Wenndolyne> We show you this so you may speak what we show you... to the purpose
* Wenndolyne shakes herself from quoting thier words
<Wenndolyne> I... I do not know
<Wenndolyne> But they, they of the sword, are here to lend you power, strength... I believe
<Wenndolyne> yet only if you have the faith... erase the doubt.... embrace the challenge
* Kavin_Hunter heaves a sigh. He rests his head back down on her lap, turned to the side, and stares at nothing. "It all seems so vague.."
<Wenndolyne> Aye and at times they spoke in riddles
<Wenndolyne> I could not tell if they referred to the battle against your father or another
<Wenndolyne> The purpose is here... He is the purpose. The is near but not now. The place is here but not here.
* Wenndolyne shakes her head
<Wenndolyne> +time even
* Kavin_Hunter pushes the corners of his mouth down into a frown, "I just don't understand.."
<Wenndolyne> Nor do I but I do know that things happen in their own time, in their own place
<Wenndolyne> Since you are the purpose and those of the sword stand with you
<Wenndolyne> you must be ready... when and where it may catch you
* Kavin_Hunter allows his eyes to drift shut. He speaks softly, "I'll try.."
* Wenndolyne leans to him, some worry in her features
<Wenndolyne> But Kavin... you cannot doubt the sword nor your abilities nor the fate that has selected you
<Wenndolyne> ... or all is lost
* Kavin_Hunter lowers his voice to match hers, and comes out to indicate his own uncertainty,"I won't doubt anything.."
* Wenndolyne brushes her fingers through his hair Again I say... I wish such reponsibility had not been placed on you, young brother... but alas... it has
* Wenndolyne sits back in her chair and takes up her mug for a much needed sip of rum
* Kavin_Hunter whispers half to himself,"I was taught nothing but how to kill.. quickly, silently and efficiently.. all my skills.. most of them.. orient toward those arts..."
<Wenndolyne> ((I feel like some kind of clairvoyant matriarch here ;) ))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((Matriarch?))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((Arroo?))
<Wenndolyne> ((queen mother))
<Monica> ((LOL!! Wenn...dowager of clan Wolf))
<Wenndolyne> ((I am just expanding your vocabulary everyday huh? hehehe))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((LOL!))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((YES!!))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((hehheh))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((New words. I coulda just made up a definition for it though))
<Wenndolyne> ((watch who you are calling dowager, I'll rap you with my cane))
<Monica> ((dowager dowager dowager...hehehehe))
<Monica> ((dowager dowager dowagerdowager dowager dowagerdowager dowager dowagerdowager dowager dowager))
<Monica> <------brat
* Kavin_Hunter resumes his seat in front of her, taking intermittent sips from the rum. He stares down into the brew, thoughts floating through his mind.
* Kavin_Hunter finishes the last of the drink in one long sip, then sets the mug on the floor beside himself. He looks up at Wenn for a moment, then nods to the stairs, "I should.. "
<Wenndolyne> Aye, Kavin... check on our Jaede... and then take your rest
* Kavin_Hunter leans forward, then pushes himself to his feet. He straightens up, stretching out the kinks, then looks back at her for a moment, "Would you accompany me? The company would be welcome.."
* Wenndolyne rises
* Kavin_Hunter turns toward the stairs, crossing the floor with a more trudging pace than usual.
* Wenndolyne in fact grows weary and could also use her rest
* Wenndolyne covers a yawn with her hand
* Wenndolyne walks along to join Kavin
* Kavin_Hunter carefully climbs the stairs, placing each foot firmly before taking another step, looking down, lost in thought even as he walks.
* Wenndolyne looks askance at Kavin as she ascends the stairs with him. She can see the weight of her words on him
* Kavin_Hunter continues along the hallway upon reaching the top of the stairs, and opens the door to jaede's room a crack and peeks in. Satisfied that all is well, he moves again down the corridor to his own room. The door already wide open, he strides in.
* Wenndolyne follows past her door and Jaede's to stop at Kavin's
<Wenndolyne> Will you be alright?
* Kavin_Hunter pauses half in and half out of the doorway, looking into the room with searching eyes. He thinks of the intelligent weapon upon his back, and shakes his head slowly, "I don't know."
* Wenndolyne strokes his hair and pats him on the back gently
<Wenndolyne> Shall I hum for you to ease you into sleep? I do feel that I have added to your woes
* Kavin_Hunter unslings the weapon from around his shoulders, and leans it against the wall just inside his room. The gemstone glows brightly as if in protest for being left so far away. Kavin nods slightly, and looks toward the bed with a glance, "Yeah... I'd like that.. and no.. it wasn't you.. <accusing glare at the sword.>"
* Wenndolyne takes up the chair just off one corner of the bed and curls up into it
* Kavin_Hunter slides into the bed, moving quickly under the top cover, and stares up at the ceiling, ignoring the reddish light given off by the hilt of the weapon. He folds his hands across his chest.
* Wenndolyne leans back and closes her eyes, humming a bit of a mournful little tune... but soothing in it's way
* Kavin_Hunter allows his eyes to slowly close, as thoughts continue to drift through his mind, yet he feels somewhat put at ease by her tune. His breathing slows a little, and deepens, as he drifts further from the waking world.
* Wenndolyne hums her tune to let it float softly in the room
* Kavin_Hunter nods slightly, then settles back into the bed, feeling the softness of the pillow beneath his head. He rolls onto his side, and curls up, finding more comfort, then settles. He begins to drift off into sleep until the melody she hums hangs about in his dreams. A rare occurrance.. he smiles sincerely and without worry.
* Wenndolyne hums more and more softly until she too drifts of to sleep in the chair... and the whole keep sleeps peacefully

What Dan was telling me in msg in regards to the sword reading:

Session Start: Mon Oct 20 02:11:29 1997
<Kavin_Hunter> ::Whispering voice.. in a language she doesn't know, yet understands.. seeming as if the very wind was talking to her:: "He is the purpose, here is the place, now is the time."
<Wenndolyne> if you could give me the Daverellan words... that would be cool
<Wenndolyne> or other language
<Wenndolyne> I can't make that stuff up on the fly
<Kavin_Hunter> ((The other language? Well.. it sounds basically like the wind whipping around. Doesn't sound like words. ))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((But I'll try.))
<Wenndolyne> oh
<Kavin_Hunter> ((What do you want to say?))
<Wenndolyne> ((that's ok I will give the essence of it then))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((Nods.)
<Wenndolyne> ((this is a good sword, right?))
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<Kavin_Hunter> ((Yes. Pure good.))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((The embodiment, actually. hehheh))
<Wenndolyne> anything else you want her to get out of it? the gem would tell her much
<Kavin_Hunter> sorry, I missed that.
<Kavin_Hunter> what did you just type?
<Wenndolyne> anything else you want her to get out of it? the gem would tell her much
<Kavin_Hunter> I figured it would. She should ask it though. It's not too assertive when it comes to giving needed information.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> The outcome is now.. the future is near. The dawn of the chosen approaches.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> The time is now. Virtue arises. The time of the coming shall come and pass. Evil shall fall and be enslaved. Or all is lost.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> Until the time of the next choosing.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> The champion of evil has not been yet chosen. The time is not here.. but near. The place is here. But not here.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> He is the purpose. The purpose is the one. The one is the champion.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> The future is dark. Uncertainty. There is doubt within us.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> ::An intense desire suddenly fills her, preventing her release of the blade.. the voice(s) continue with more insistency::
<Wenndolyne> ((she would recoil from the dark uncertainty
<Wenndolyne> ))
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> The time will come. The forces will clash. Evil will be reborn. The time of choosing is at hand.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> The purpose knows of the place. We know not of the time, nor does the purpose.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> This is the place, but not the place.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> The purpose knows the place.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> The purpose is not ready. The purpose holds fear against what is to come. The purpose holds doubt. We hold doubt as long as the purpose holds doubt. Until the purpose loses doubt of what is to come, then we will do likewise.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> Evil will then hold good enslaved until the time of the next choosing.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> Always is there a chance of failure. Doubt will cloud the mind with unreasonable fear. The purpose knows much of the mind. The purpose knows the place. The place is here, but not here. The purpose is he.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> He who was born of evil, but shown into the light of the virtues. The purpose knows honor. The purpose knows compassion. The purpose knows valor. The purpose knows humility. The purpose knows spirit. The purpose knows.
<Wenndolyne> ((sorry about her enigmatic responses/questions but she is interpreting wind hehehe))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((hehheh.))
<Wenndolyne> ((and from her own perspective, her own heart))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((Hey.. if the sword shattered, would that be the equivalence of breaking wind?))
<Wenndolyne> ((lol))
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> Faith is Hope. Hope is Faith. Hold Faith and you know Hope. The purpose loses faith. But the purpose shall not fail. We will not fail. We are the ones who guard. The ones who will stand with the chosen of good. We are the ones who await the purpose. The purpose is here.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> If the purpose succeeds, Good will rule until the next choosing. Evil will be enslaved once more. If the purpose fails.. evil enslaves the good. We of the ones who guard will not be enslaved. Yet we have no chance but to wait. And aid in the purpose.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> Faith and hope abide in the heart of the purpose. We have born witness to this ourselves. But until the purpose learns to rely upon that which he holds close. The purpose will die. All who follow the purpose will die.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> And good will become slave of evil.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> ::Once again, she is unable to remove her hands.. somehow compelled by the sword.::
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> ::Her attention is suddenly thrown inwards, and she finds herself seemingly physically standing upon a barren desert. Near her, to the north, stands the open gates of an ancient city.. vast in size, yet ruined.::
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> ::The shifting form of the presence appears in her mind, standing before her, fuzzy, and seeming to constantly change. It floats calmly through the gates.::
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> ::Continues to float deeper into the city, a tendril of shifting smoke seeming to beckon her to follow:: We are the guardians of the chosen. We are the choosers of the weilder of good. We are of the world. Yet not of the world. We are forever.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> This is the place. The time is nearer.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> ::Drifting deeper into the ruins. Abandoned buildings of magnificent design, carved from some unknown rock line the streets, which are equally carved. A massive tower seems to rise from the street itself into the clouds above further along the main road.:: This is the place. The time is here, yet not now. This is the place for the purpose.. and the dark purpose.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> The dark purpose has not been chosen. The dark purpose, once chosen will wield the vessel of the dark champion. The guardians of the darkness attack the purpose.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> Given those who will stand beside the purpose.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> We must show you the place.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> ::Continue to drift slowly forward.::
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> ::SLowly drift through the city.. until they stop before the bronzed doors of the tower.. They float aside.. and a tendril of smoke extends to the door handle.:: We give you invitation to open.
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> ::The door opens easily despite it's seeming heaviness. Within.. a long path leads through the massive chamber, flanked on either side by statues representing seemingly every race that has existed.. at the end, rests a massive blue swirling portal, framed in an oval stone gateway.::
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> It is not for you to enter. It is for you to see. We show you this to speak what we show you to the purpose. And to not allow the purpose to stray from the path of virtue.
<Wenndolyne> ((virtue as in celibacy? hehehe))
<Kavin_Hunter> <Whispers> ::She feels a swirling sensation within her head.. a chilled dizziness. then finds her attention outside once more.. the gem in the hilt falls dark.::
<Kavin_Hunter> ((No. Just virtue as the sword described it.))
<Kavin_Hunter> ((With Honor and all that))
Session Close: Mon Oct 20 03:48:47 1997

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