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Olwe stands aboard the ship as they pull away from the harbor, watching it shrink from view. Then as Lord Nole busies himself with securing the ship, he turns and goes to his cabin, unfastening his cloak, changing out of the battle armour into some lighter weight. Upon a table, he spies a decanter and smiles. 'Sweet Cousin...how like you to steal a gift upon my boat."
He takes up the bottle and opens, smelling the liquid. Olwe's nose wrinkles. The smell was rather sharp, but he replaces the stopper and returns to the deck. Sheathed sword in hand, he looks at the sword maiden and merchant." Perhaps we should drink to hope, my friends, and then, if Elenwe would like, some sparring?"
Nole politely declines to drink "I must remain sober to guide our ship home."
Olwe blushes and smiles..."Forgive me, my friend...that was less than cautious of me." He turns to Elenwe. Elenwe says, "Your majesty, I will defer raising a glass until I have sparred with you. I should not like to injure my king because I am in drink."
Olwe smiles and slowly unsheathes his blade. "Either I am a worse swordsman than I believe, or you are most careful with my person." He smiles and pours out a glass. "Pardon me, then, if I slack my thirst with but one glass, raised to the beauty of she who snuck it aboard my ship." He pours a glass and raises it up so that the sun shines through the liquid. "It is a most odd color. This must be a new vintage." Nole calmly sees to the routine of seafaring, while watching his Kig and friend spar.
Elenwe advances toward her king, remembering the training she has had, and attacks. With an ease born of practice and many centuries, Olwe parries the thrusts...not pressing but defending. He sidesteps and blocks her blows, as overhead Arien travels across the sky and the day heats up. The days of summer are long and Arien labors extra long and the Sun becomes unruly and wishes to dip closer to the earth, nearly scorching it with the heat.
Arien sighs. " I am nearly to the place where I can finally release it...I wonder if Tilion will be out tonight? Lazy maia! He only has to come out occasionally, while I am out every day!" Arien looks down toward the elven lands of middle earth and smiles warmly at the sight of a swan ship, now making its way across the sea toward the Alqualonde. She mutters, "It is good to see the Teleri sailing again, but it is still odd guiding the sun and seeing Alqualonde down below soaking up my rays. after being in twilight for so long. "
Elenwe steps lightly across the deck as she duel with her king. She is enjoying the swordplay and presses the attack. Nole smiles as he witnesses the skill of Elenwe, thinks to himself "the king is in good hands with her presence." Elenwe sees her King's momentary distraction, but goes on the defensive to parry the thrusts. Olwe's blinks and stumbles a little. He steadies himself and looks at the Lady Elenwe with a blush. "Forgive me," he says thickly. "I...I feel most unusual." He tries to press another attack, but his footing is unsteady.
Elenwe senses Olwe's distress and holds any further movement of her sword. "Your Majesty, is all well with you?"
Nole wrinkles his eyebrows as he notices his king's stumbling "is something amiss my King?"
Olwe drops the sword, the blade clattering as it hits the deck.. Olwe tries to speak, and he turns eyes that seem unfocused to the two before him.. Then, wordlessly he crumbles to the deck, falling unconscious.
Elenwe gasps as she sees her king collapse. Quickly sheathing her sword, she rushes to his side, concern showing on her face. Nole quickly rushes to his king's side "my King!" He turns his body over, looking for wounds. Olwe remains lifeless, his breathing shallow and labored.
"He does not seem to be wounded by the sword," observes Nole. Elenwe bends down to Olwe's face. She listens to his labored breathing, and, looking up at Nole, "My lord, he is still alive." Olwe remains lifeless, his breathing shallow and labored.
Nole looks up, noticing the bottle of wine on the barrel. He quickly reaches towards it. Elenwe kneels behind Olwe's prostrate form, turning his body completely on his back and cradling his head in her arms. Nole face frowns as he sets the bottle down by Elenwe. "I should have recognised this, the odour that reeks from this bottle, is strange."
Elenwe sees the dismay on Nole's face. "My lord, you don't mean.....?"
Nole face turns from concern to anger. "It seems someone harbours ill favour of our king, this wine does seem to be tainted somehow, as a sailor, I have never seen wine such as this, either in the mortal world or in Aman."
Elenwe hears Olwe's shallow breathing, and sees his sweating brow. "Aye, I have seen the effects of poison before. King Olwe is showing the same signs." Looking at Nole, she asks, "My lord, are you skilled in healing? Alas, my skill is very limited."
Meanwhile, in Sylvahara, Comet Quijote sprinkles powder onto a parchment scroll and blots the ink. She shifts in her chair and realizes she tires but, has a few more scrolls to read. Aloysius, her owl, tears at a rodent carcass on the terrace. A chill breeze drifts in and the waters from the bay begin to churn and slosh.
Back on the ship, Nole deeply sighs with a tear in his eye "Nay my friend, I do not posess such skill, nor is there any in Alqualonde that remain that could purge this horrible poison from his body." Elenwe: has complete confidence in this experienced sailor. "Surely in your travels, you know of a place to which we could sail? The time is short for the King to receive healing." Olwe begins to shiver, his face slowly draining of color, and a waxy look replaces the sweat that was there.
In Sylvahara, Llyra Constantine straightens, alert to the changes in the Elements. Putting her prayer book down for a moment, she closes her eyes and listens with a practiced ear to the unsettled breeze.
Elenwe strokes her king's face. "We must retrieve a covering for him," she say. Whispering to Olwe, "My King, do not leave. We shall heal you. Please, tarry with us." Her words are answered with a low moan. Olwe's lips move to frame a word, but it is carried away upon the winds.
Arien deposits the sun in a nice flight pattern over the sea where it should be able to glide and set nicely without burning anything. She notes little activity, save for the swan ship below. She focuses her attention on the deck and notices something odd about the activity there as an elf looks to be sprawled out and others are gathered about. Arien 's firey eyes widen as she has a faint recognition of the elf laying on the deck and whispers "Olwe...!"
Nole face brightens "yes, of course.I noticed the sign of a healing guild in Sylvahara. Perhaps there we could sail and quickly..." not even finishing his sentence he stands, summoning all the strength in his lithe body, to swings the ship around, reversing it's direction,to sail back to Sylvhara. Leaning back towards Elenwe "speak to him, comfort him, keep his hope alive." Nole disappears into the cargohold in urgency.
Elenwe takes off her cloak and spreads it over Olwe's shivering person. Smoothing his long hair, she continues to whisper to her king. "Nole is already sending the ship skimming over the waves to the place where you can receive healing. do not leave us, my King. Please."
Nole returns to the deck baring a scroll and a marker. Quickly he writes on the scroll "my Queen and Friend Comet, disaster has befallen us. Our king and your cousin Olwe, has fallen unconsious to poison. We are returning to Sylvhara as quickly as we may. Please, help us." He wraps the parchment up and stamps his name on the outside. He takes it to a swan, who sits on the railing of the ship. "Go now, to haste to our friends in Sylvhara."
Elenwe feels the breeze increasing as the ship plows through the waves. She watches the swan as Nole takes the scroll for Comet. "My King," she says, leaning down toward Olwe, "We are headed to Sylvhara. It will not be long before you are completely healed." She wraps the cloak tighter around his shivering body. Olwe's eyelides flutters, and he turns his head, a little fitfully, moaning, still unconscious.
Nole stands at the railing, hearing the gentle words of Elenwe soothing his king. He speaks aloud, to the waves below. "kind voice, whom has helped me many times at sea. I pray to you, guide us, guide us quickly to safety. Our hope lies within the heart of our king. Let him be spared." Nole steps back from the railing, sitting beside Elenwe, and rubs his hands through Olwe's hair.
Arien swoops down low and sees the scramblng upon the deck and the apparent distress of the Teleri King, knowing if anything happened to him it would greatly distress all of the Ainur...and one maia in particular. She hovers, somewhat helplessly "I am not of the wind...how can I help speed this ship?"
Elenwe looks over at Nole as he ministers to Olwe. Closing her eyes, she continues to stroke his forehead and cheeks, hoping he is still aware of her touch and Nole's touch.
Llyra Constantine rises from the bench. She quickly leaves the hall and heads for the docks, her pace swift as she prayed for guidance. Arien flies high, gathering all of the flame and heat she can, she heats the air around her, flying in ever tighter circles behind the swan ship, creating a strong wind and water currens, speeding the small swan ship on its way to Sylvhara.
The waves speed the ship until the harbor of the sylvan lands are in sight.
Mala's dragon sight caught the sail from afar and she watched as it quickly approached. Elenwe sees the land coming closer. "My King," she whispers to Olwe, "We are arrived. Please stay here, my King, don't leave us."
Iellwen Nirvana shifted her body subtly with the motion of the ripples that caressed the shore. Her cloak of shadows concealing her well, even as she peered from them to simpley watch. Nole docks the ship in Sylvahara, relieved to have arrived. A gathering seemed to expect the ship as others stood waiting expectantly, Mala notices.
Olwe shivers violently and moans, his breathing labored. Llyra Constantine waits patiently on the dock, unwilling to go near the ship..a shadowed darkness encased it in her vision. Elenwe lays Olwe's head gently on the deck and stands, preparing to lift his body to shore. Nole helps move his king to the dock. Malakyte Thorne stepped closer and frowns, seeing that this is one of the swan ships. Then seeing the others moving the king she addresses them; "That is King Olwe is it not.. what has befallen him?"
Nole gently helps Elenwe carry the body of Olwe to shore. "He was poisoned, with this." He holds aloft a bottle of wine." Tosh Snook says, "We should get it to the apothecary quickly," Zuul-Faulkes shakes his head. He has seen this lord before, and the man does not look at all well. He mutters low. "Shadows and Nightmares."
Malakyte Thorne glances to Llyra. Llyra Constantine immediately moves to the Elf King's side, "Olwe.." she whispers gently, "Tis not your time..not yet." She reaches across taking his hand, plunging her energy in to meld with his. There was little time to do much else though the cost to herself would be great. Malakyte Thorne then nods to Tosh. Llyra Constantine looks up at Malakyte, "Poison tis, Mala..to the Cleric's hall, now!"
Malakyte Thorne: "The clerics hall is across that bridge to the south.. " She moves closer to Llyra, whispering softly to herself for a moment, lending the elemental some healing energy. "Yes.. let us get him there quickly."
Llyra Constantine slumps a moment but readies herself to follow....Mityka Gartle nods and turns ready to go to Cleric Guild. Nole turnes to the swordmaiden. "Let us carry him, Elenwe." "I am ready," she says, looking down to Olwe's still form.
Malakyte Thorne: "Yes please.. we will show the way."
Iellwen Nirvana shifts forward a fraction to listen to those nearby, yet remains deathly silent in her shadows.
Mityka Gartle says, "Let's go, dalninil. They may need our help." Darria Dragonash nods. "Siyo dalninuk."
Malakyte Thorne detects an unfamiliar scent nearby but is too distracted to bother with it. "This way." Mityka Gartle pushes the door and holds it while others brough in the poisoned one. "This room, please," directs Malakyte.
Llyra Constantine holds her head, the fog beginning to surround but she pushes it away; there was work to be done. Malakyte Thorne says, "lay him on the bed."
Tosh Snook asks: "May I have a sample of the poison while they work on him?" Nole nods and hands Tosh the wine bottle. Tosh Snook takes it and goes over to the table, snifing it. Lorelei Zenfold stands in front of the door gauarding against any further entries.
Malakyte Thorne moves close to Llyra to assist as does Mityka. Malakyte Thorne whispers: "Llyra .. the dragonsblood resin.. it is a powerful antitoxin." Mityka Gartle gulps hard but nods. Llyra Constantine nods, "Mala, if we can get some into him..perhaps I can bind the poison to it faster."
Malakyte Thorne: "I have a potion i made for the nightmare tears.. i will get a vial.." Tosh Snook takes a drink of the poison, and then stats foraging throug the desk and shelfs for herbs. Malakyte Thorne dashes through the door to the table outside. Lorelei Zenfold backs out of Mala's way. Tosh Snook steps over the to the cauldren and spit th poison out into it and starts mixing herbs in. Malakyte Thorne returns with a goblet and then hands it to Llyra. Llyra Constantine looks to Mit, "Please assist Mala getting this into him."
Meanwhile, dark dark dreams drag Olwe down...dreams of battles lost, of elves and other children of light falling to bright blades and dark intentions...of blackened skies and burning villages.
Lorelei Zenfold takes her place once more in front of the door. Darria Dragonash crosses her arms over her chest and glances uneasily at Lorelei, watching the front entrance with harsh eyes. Tosh turns to Darria. "Daria, do you have any drink?"
Malakyte Thorne: "This will make his body try to expell the poison.. usually in a fever or powerful sweat but others have had other effects." Mityka Gartle comes to the poisoned and loks at him, then touches his shoulder. Nole takes his king's hand trying to calm him. Llyra Constantine hands Mit the goblet and lays her hands on the Teleri King's shoulders. In his darkness, Olwe hears laughter, long, dark, evil and shiver uncontrollably.
Mityka Gartle smirks: "If he is unconscious, it may kill him." Malakyte Thorne stands by watching as Mit carefully administers the drink. "Careful.. slowly.. a little at a time.. so he does not choke." Nole tries to awaken his king.
Llyra Constantine doesn't wait for the potion but sends her tendril of energy back into Olwe. She shivers harshly at the darkness but weaves towards his light.
Tosh Snook: "Darria do you have any strong drink?"
Malakyte Thorne: "Sit him up a little." Mityka Gartle cruely slaps the king's face. Lorelei Zenfold hands Tosh some wine. Darria Dragonash wishes she did. Malakyte Thorne blinks. Darria Dragonash looks at Lorelei with big eyes. Olwe's eyes flutters, but otherwise does not stir.
Tosh Snook takes the wine and adds it to the cauldron and teases the flame into it, burning off the impure and wayward ingredients. Llyra Constantine grasps tightly then forces herself to loosen her grip on the King. Concentrating on the vaprous green mist she saw inside she 'pushes' it with the very water in his blood, praying his heart would hold out under the pressure. Malakyte Thorne: "Give him even a few drops at a time.. it will start to work once its in his mouth.." Mityka Gartle glances at Mala: "Maybe try to inject some right into his blood?"
Malakyte Thorne: "I would not do that." "In his eyes," yells Tosh. "It can absorb through the eyes." "Hmm, yes, true, "answer Malakyte.
"Please, my King, you must awaken," begs Nole. Olwe's breathing grows more shallow and erratic. he stirs weakly, thrashing at an unseen enemy.
Malakyte Thorne: "What Tosh says is true." Llyra Constantine sees the potion, a strange work it was. She notes the colors and knots here and there absently as she pushes the poisonous vapors towards the tiny drops, willing them to bind. Malakyte Thorne: "A few drops .. in his eyes and oin his tongue." Mityka Gartle nods, draws his dagger and places the blade between king's teeth, then turns it very carefully. He starts slowly pouring the liquid from the goblet into the open king's mouth. Olwe swallows weakly, convulsively, coughs. Mityka Gartle turns the goblet and waits. Malakyte Thorne nods, watching; "If he starts to choke turn him on his side."
Llyra Constantine's forehead drips purest water as she sees the binding not working. She nearly gives up then remembers something. Llyra Constantine breathes deeply and looks to the heavens. Tosh Snook runs back in with a handful of grass and chews it up spititng it into the potion cauldron. Mityka Gartle grabls king's shoulder and turns him to side. Tosh Snook teases more flame into the cauldron till it becomes a blackened pste and smiles. Lorelei Zenfold watches Tosh with great interest, hoping to remember her actions for the future. Tosh Snook scoops it up into a vial from the table and goes to the bedroom. Mityka Gartle looks at Mala. Llyra Constantine smiles with relief as the poison binds to the drops..the light had been harsh but darkness hated the light. She would remember.
Lorelei Zenfold steps out of Tosh's way. Tosh hands the vial to her. "Here, take this to Mala. It is the essence of what poisoned him. She will know what to do." Lorelei Zenfold takes the vial, and turns to walk into the room. "Regent, This vial is form Tosh, she said you would know what to do." She holds out the vial in front of her.
Olwe, in a fevered state, sees before him the halls of Mandos. He gives a wail of despair. "No," he screams...No, I belong not here. It was promised! IT WAS PROMOSED! " Aloud, he screams, "TILION!:
Malakyte Thorne glances to Lorelei as she approaches.. and standing up with the support of the table, wishing she had changed takes the vial and sniffs.. it. Mityka Gartle glances at Mala. Olwe shivers convulsively, moaning again Tilion's name before falling back into velvet darkness. Mityka Gartle places the hand on the king's shoulder: "You are not dying ... not yet, king."
Mityka Gartle smirks: "I hoped he will wake up ... well ... let's continue." Llyra Constantine leans down, whispering in the King's ear, "You cannae leave this place, Tis not your time. Tarry not in that place of Spirits, Sire. Come forth to this world." In the darkness comes a voice, tender, beckoning. He hears it...."Come forth to this world." Mityka Gartle repeats the sequence: dagger, turn, pour. Drop after another runs by the dager blade to the king's mouth. Llyra Constantine adds, "The Teleri need their King. For who among us may lead them from their place in the shadows?" Malakyte Thorne looks down at the vial and cleared her mind, sensing what it was. Olwe's throat works, the liquid burning a little. Against the darkness, he strives, fights...his body stirring as thought to echo the inner fight. Llyra Constantine is silent now..the King's light had been very faint and now it grew steadily with each passing moment.
"My king, we need you!" Nole squeezes his hand. Mityka Gartle hisses on his shoulder: "Mysh, help!" Little mouse jumps from Mit' s shoulder and sits on the king's chest squeeking quietly.
Llyra Constantine reaches again with her energies, melding as one she adds her small strength....her own light glowing a brilliant blue in the darkness.
Olwe takes one shuddering breath. Mityka Gartle quickly takes off the goblet and dagger loking at the king. Malakyte Thorne glances up at Mit and nods; give him a little more.. a few more drops. Olwe begins to sweat and moan...his body shuddering. Mityka Gartle whispers to Mala: "Let him take a breath."
Llyra Constantine's skin flows as water, the markings paling as her strength wanes. She slumps again and the fog returns. Her tendril of energy spent, it recedes back into her body. Mityka Gartle quickly puts the dagger and goblet on the floor and grabs the mouse. Olwe's body breaks out into a heavy sweat, a low moan falling from his lips. Mityka Gartle places the mouse on his shoulder and gazes at the king for a moment. Malakyte Thorne glances at Llyre and brings her wing around to touch the elemental, sending her her own power and energy to continue.
Olwe's breathing is still labored.
Tosh Snook senses llyra's exhaustion and burts in to help her. Llyra Constantine smiles wearily, "The poison comes forth, he fights." She shudders at the touch of the soft wing but gratefully accepts the strength. Lorelei Zenfold steals from the room. Tosh Snook running in takes her hands and places them in the square of llyra's back and helps mala balance her. Olwe draws in another ragged breath, his body still wracked by shudders.
Lorelei Zenfold ...resuming her place in front of the door. Mityka Gartle closes eyes, takes a deep breath, then turns to Llyra, opens them and extends his open palms to Llyra. Dominique Darkwatch hears the commotion in the next room, having heard the news of the King and whispers to Lorelei, "Will he be alright?" Lorelei Zenfold nods: "I believe so, but this has been a very close call. I believe he will need much rest before he is truly recovered."
Llyra Constantine breathes deeply at the Ancient's touch and seeing Mit's outstretched hands, she takes one, keeping the other firmly on the King. Once more she enters and melds her energy, the poison bound but not moving quickly enough from his sytem. Olwe shifts under her hand, his head slowly moving back and forth.
Llyra Constantine struggles to maintain the three cords of energy, each different . Weaving them together, she ties the cord to her own and pulls in the light, forcing the darkness to retreat in it's path. Malakyte Thorne concentrates on sending energy to Llyra. Mityka Gartle drops his hands for a moment, shakes head, glances at the mouse on his shoulder, then at Llyra, takes another deep breath and rises his open palms back to Llyra. Mityka casts Self healing and restoration spell. Olwe sees before him a glimmer of light...as though against the two trees were just behind his vision. He reaches out in the blacknes..."Merciful Illluvatar, save me."
Tosh Snook concentrates trying to send pulses through Llyra. Jahweh.." Llyra whispers softly. "Hear my call..send not this King from this world. He belongs to his people."
Lorelei Zenfold smiles at Dom, and steps aside so she may enter. Mityka Gartle catches the mouse that falls off his shoulder and carefully places him under the bench. Olwe feels a surge of warmth, moves toward the light. He fights to reach it, the darkness pulling at him as though to drag him down, drown him in an eternity of blackness. Mityka Gartle turns back to Llyra, takes a breath and turns his palms back to her. Nole keeps talking to Olwe, hoping he hears his voice. Llyra Constantine finally understands and quickly forms a glowing sword of the bound energies. She holds it into the murky blackness...Olwe draws in another deep breath...fights harder...the light seems to be brighter, closer. "Tilion," he moans..."Is it you?"
Llyra Constantine gently hands the energy sword to the soul of the King. She grasps his hands and places them around it's hilt, "Fight," she whispers. Llyra Constantine's nearly stops breathing as she senses another's presence, this one so full of love! She pulls back, though not leaving entirely, her curiousity aroused. Tosh Snook takes her hands from llyra's back and steps back. Mityka Gartle stands quietly just breathes hard and in pauses whispers. His eyes are closed and hands turned to Llyra.
"Fight," Olwe echoes to himself. The faces of so many rise up before him...his brother Elwe, no gone, the early days after the awakening...the birth of Earwen...the building of Alqualonde...faster and faster the images come...Loved ones, cherished memories...he strives forward...there before him lies Alqualonde...his people...his Beloved Tilion. His breathing grows stronger. Mityka Gartle slowly opens his eyes and relaxes. The darkness slowly falls away, growing to greyness for Olwe.
Mityka Gartle looks under the bed and carefully takes the little mouse's senseless body. Malakyte Thorne keeps her mind cleared continueing to send energy to Llyra. Llyra Constantine receds into the distance, knowing his strength returns, his will to live. She smiles to the spirit form and inclines her head in respect, "Thank you" she mouths before pulling from him completely. She gently unwinds the tendrils, sending each back to it's source. Dominique Darkwatch hears the King's voice and prays silently. thanking Iluvatar for the grace of the valar to strengthen him and guide his spirit back. Olwe's eyelids flutter. Llyra Constantine leans heavily against the wall. Lorelei Zenfold breathes a sigh of relief as the tension lessens. Malakyte Thorne sensing Llyra's withdrawal pulls back herself her attention once more going to the vial she set safely under the table
Olwe's eyelids flutter and open...he looks around the room, swallowing several time..his face puzzled. Mityka Gartle carefully places the little mouse on the table, returns for his dagger and before sheathing it, makes a little cut on his wrist
Nole looks wide-eyed at his king "Thank Illuvatar!"
Olwe works his jaw several times and tries to speak, but his voice fails him. Llyra Constantine steps back, her breath coming in small gasps. Mityka Gartle smirks, walks to the basin and returns with a goblet full of water. Malakyte Thorne looks up at Llyra in concern. Tosh Snook cautions: "Careful, not too much water, only sips."
Mityka Gartle: "Drink, king. This is what you really need now to get better. " Malakyte Thorne almost chuckles as Mit offers the water.
Olwe nods, gratitude and puzzlement in his eyes. He slowly sips the water offered. Mityka Gartle hisses at Mala. Mityka Gartle takes the empty goblet and stands back. Dominique Darkwatch fidgets nervously outside the door, noting the lessening of tension in the air.
Olwe croaks out a "Thank you." Then he looks at Mityka with open curiosity and smiles a little, weakly. "I don't think we met....You look elven, but skin the color of midnight..." he swallows and coughs a little. Mityka Gartle snorts. looking at the king.
Lorelei Zenfold looks to Dom: "Will you see who is seeking entrance?" "No one will enter this room but through me," she assures Lorelei. Dominique Darkwatch hears the door knock, and wonders if more of the King's kin have come to visit. Malakyte Thorne looks at Mit curiously.
Llyra Constantine's head hangs, her body barely held upright by her hand on the wall. "I need to return to the Wellspring, Mala. Pray forgive me."
Malakyte Thorne: "You have done enough Llyra.. go now and we will keep watch."
Olwe turns his head at the sound of Llyra's voice..."Lady?"
Llyra Constantine nods tiredly. She turns to go but looks back, a smile stealing across her face, "No Lady am I..just Llyra." She responds softly.
Olwe looks up at her and smiles tenderly. 'Nay, thou are a true lady, and I think I owe thee my life."
Tosh Snook points to the vial. "It is time we discern how and why." Malakyte Thorne tilts her head. "Yes Tosh.. it is the poison .."
From the other room they hear Dominique Darkwatch call out: "Who is there?"
Zuul-Faulkes: "One who wish audience with the King!"
Dominique Darkwatch opens the door, thinking it might be another Teleri. Lorelei Zenfold stiffens at the demand of the visitor. Tosh Snook steps back outside the room and goes ot the door. "The king is hardly able to speak: his audience may not be expecting." Lorelei Zenfold backs up closer to the inner door. Mityka Gartle gives Mala a quick glance quirking eyebrow. Dominique Darkwatch: "Perhaps it is someone he wishes to see."
Llyra Constantine: "You owe no one Olwe..and pray tell me who the spirit is who watches over thee with such tender care?"
Olwe blushes. "I thought I felt Tilion."
Llyra Constantine smiles wistfully, "A great love, that. Rest now, Sir and do not tax your strength overmuch. I must return to the wellspring."
"Thank you, dear Lady. I am in thy debt."
Llyra Constantine inclines her head in acknowledgement and turns to depart, "Blessed be" is heard in the hall as she disappears into the night.
Dominique Darkwatch gasps as she sees the drowess enter. Lorelei Zenfold her hand strays to the dagger at her thigh as a drow enters the guild. Mityka Gartle hears the noise outside and comes closer to the door. Lorelei says, "State your business here. No one will enter this room"
Tosh Snook: "Ahh, the watcher has arrived." Dominique Darkwatch 's eyes narrow and demands: "And what business do you have with the king?"
Mityka Gartle slips through the opened door. Olwe hears the noise and struggles weakly to sit up. Zuul-Faulkes parks his butt on the doorstep and hopes those within are less hasty than Mit.
Iellwen Nirvana grumps and barges in as soon as the door is opened, her silver eyes instantly scanning about the room in a manner most like the predator she is. Turning to look at the one who grasps her dagger, she purrs out in her naturally velvety tone. "Still your hand woman..... all of you.. shush.. and give me a chance to speak or I will simply leave..."
Mityka Gartle stares at the drowess. Lorelei Zenfold narrows her eyes, fingering the gild of her dagger.
Dominique Darkwatch: me looks to Mit, hoping he brought his sword. Tosh Snook:"I see no reason why you can't spak, is someone holding your tongue?"
Olwe looks over at Nole. "What is amiss? Where are we? What is the noise about?"
Malakyte Thorne: "Your majesty.. please stay still.. do not worry about this as others here will take care of things. You must rest."
Olwe bows his head to the healer and lays back, weak from the effort. "What happened to me?" Nole answers. "We are in Sylvahara. You were poisoned, my king."
In the outer chamber. Iellwen Nirvana smiles suddenly, her white teeth a contrast against the darknes of her skin. "I do believe I have what your king needs... I have.. " She suddenly extends her hand with the very vial she had already shown the plum colored male outside. "Something to help him.." Tosh Snook is heard to say: "Your offer comes late indeed."
Mityka Gartle: "Speak to us, daughter of Lloth. Be sure, everything you say will be told to the king."
Lorelei Zenfold growls. Dominique Darkwatch hisses: "And how would we know that this is not simply more poison?" Tosh Snook extends her hand to the drowess to see if she offers the vial.
"There is a visitor that wants to speak to you, a drowess," says Nole.
"Poison?" Olwe looks around the room. "My dear friend, how ?" Malakyte Thorne shivers and answers: "You were poisoned sire. .. it seemks to be some sort of drow poison.. you are lucky we were able to pull you out of it."
Nole adds: "It seems that the wine you drank while on board was poisoned. Ypu passed out, unconcious while sparring with Elenwe."
"Drow," he muses over the word. "I will see her, Nole. Perhaps I may learn why they woud do such to me."
Mityka Gartle shakes head: "Drow, wine? Bloodwyne?"
Nole: "His highness will see our visitor." Tosh Snook over hears the king and steps from the doorway. Lorelei Zenfold growls deeper in her throat, but moves through the door to continue her watch. Dominique Darkwatch feels her elven blood grow hot "How do we know this drow will not simply poison him again?"
Malakyte Thorne steps to the counter and returns with another goblet of water. "Your best cure is to drink much water.. i am not sure that all the poison was cleared from your body." Olwe gratefully take the glass and drains it. 'Thank you, my friend."
In the outer room, Mityka Gartle: "Lady Dominique, I would expect she will."
Dominique Darkwatch: "'All trust is foolish:' is this not a saying of a drow of the shadows?"
Iellwen Nirvana waits as those around her seem to give her little time to reply, though she hisses at the male drow angrily. "I told you... I am one who is at the mercy of Fate.. so stop with your Lloth comments... " Closing her hand once more around the vial she she turns around upon her heels and snarls over her shoulder. "You don't.. you have to trust me.. or not... but know this.. I DO hold the antidote in my hand.. and if you want to cure him you need to back off... " She turns to look at them again sorry she's lagging so bad she can't keep up with the posts.. but still glaring at them.
Mityka Gartle automaticaly corrects Dominique: "Trust is a weakness, M'Lady". He comes to the drowess and extens his hand: "Then give it to me."
Still with Olwe and Nole, Malakyte Thorne nods and sets the cup nearby, still listening to whats going on outside curiously. "Excuse me a moment. I should see what is going on."
Olwe painfully struggles to an upright, sitting position. "Please, Nole, either she is lying or she speaks truth...Dare we presume the lie?" Nole answers, "I do not know, but if she is lying, you may not be able to sustain another poison attack."
In the outer chamber. Iellwen Nirvana pulls her hand back and shakes her head no. "I don't think so... I give this to you.. you kill me.. not an option. I will take it to him."
Tosh Snook: "One of us should test it." Dominique Darkwatch tries to not choke on her own anger and prays to Eru to grant her calmness.
Malakyte Thorne slips out the door quicly to find a strange drowess in the hall. "Greetings, what is the problem here?"
Inside, the healing room, Olwe slides off the table, slowly, painfully and takes slow, unstead steps to the door. Nole helps his king to the door. Olwe looks gratefully at the sea merchant. 'Thank you."
Mityka Gartle shakes head: "I will not kill you if you give it to me. But I will kill you if you try to come to the king. This is the word I can give you."
Dominique Darkwatch: "This drow comes in and says she has an antidote to the poison!"
Mityka Gartle steps a little back and turns to Mala: "This lady says she has an antidote."
Lorelei Zenfold stands close behind the visitors. Malakyte Thorne nods to Dominique and turns to the drowess. "Lady.. what is it you have .. what is it made with .. and why should you offer such a thing?"
Dominique Darkwatch looks to Mala. "And she insists on giving it to him herself."
With Nole's help, he manages to walk through the doorway and leans against the wall. Nole stands beside his king, steadying him. Nole watches the drowess' every move. Olwe says, "I am Olwe of Alqualonde. Who are you?"
Zuul-Faulkes gets up again to press his ear against the door. Hadn't he warned her to speak her business to them quickly? Iellwen Nirvana glances around the room. "I don't -say- I have one.. I -do- have one... and I don't know what its made of. My Ilhar gave it to me, and told me to bring it here... and here I am."
Malakyte Thorne nods to Dominuque. "I understand your caution."
Mityka Gartle: "Then give it to us, and take my word, noone will attack you when you leave."
Malakyte Thorne:"I see." Malakyte glances at Mit and whispers; "What does Ilhar mean?" Mityka Gartle whispers back: "Illharess, the ruler."
Olwe looks at the Drowess, his gaze curious, "I am he who you poisoned...why are you here?"
Malakyte Thorne nods to Mit and then looks over in suprise as the king enters the room. Dominique Darkwatch turns and sees the weakened king and feels her face go flush with emotion as her eyes well up with tears with anger at the drow and anguish for the king
Iellwen Nirvana grumbles as she glares over at them. "Ilhar means mother... Ilharess is the ruler of a house.. gods... " Glaring to the drow male she suddenly grows quiet as if considering something. Olwe looks from the drowess to the one who helped healed him.
Malakyte Thorne seems to ponder this information, that a matron mother would save an elf king made no sense to her. "Let me see the antidote. I will give it back."
Mityka Gartle says impatiently: "Do not make us wait, daughter of Lloth. Give us what have you brought to the king." Olwe slowly moves forward, gait unsteady, but determined. "Wait, Mit," says Malakyte Thorne. "I can tell if it is poison or not."
Dominique Darkwatch looks at Mala, trusting the arch druid will be sensible about this. Malakyte Thorne moves closer to the drowess and looks up at her. Mityka Gartle hisses at the king: "Stay back!' and stands in front of him.
Iellwen Nirvana hold open her hand towards him, then suddenly snatches it back. "NO... I will apply it.. that was what I was told to do.. and being you still can't get who I am right.. or the fact that my mother sent this.. not the matron of a house.. I will not give it to you."
Lorelei Zenfold follows close behind the king, not willing to allow harm to him in the guild hall. Olwe speaks...holding out a hand..."Give it to me." Nole stands by his king. "Let me hold the vial. Then tell me who are you and why would you save me now?"
Malakyte Thorne sighs. "My appologies, I do not understand drow nor drow society very well..i would but test its nature."
Dominique Darkwatch gasps: "King Olwe! Please be careful!"
Mityka Gartle frowns looking at the drow: "I know who you are, daughter of Lloth. I am not insane enought to trust in any good intent from you or any of you."
Iellwen Nirvana steps back towards the door obviously feeling threatened by them. "Okay.. then tell this jaluk to get out of my way so that I can hand it to you... because right now.. he's very much in my way."
"She has poisoned me...What more can she do with all of you here."
Zuul-Faulkes thinks that Mit is lucky that the king is in a weakened state. His Majesty would have the right, and a good backhand, to smack the commander for impertenance.
Olwe turns to Mityka. "Please, my friend."
Mityka Gartle hisses at the king: "I said stand back! Your poisoning took too much of our power!" Lorelei Zenfold looks to Mala hoping she can reason with Mit. Olwe is taken aback for a moment, then speaks with a strong voice of command. "I am still Olwe of Alqualonde and a King. Grateful I am, but do not seek to command me."
Dominique suggests, "Sir Mit....perhaps you can stand behind the drowess, between her and the door....if harm comes to the king, you can prevent her escape"
Iellwen Nirvana suddenly lifts the vial before her and opens it.. then proceeds to tilt it as if to pour it out onto the floor while watching the male drow.
Malakyte Thorne steps back herself exhausted by the healing. Mityka Gartle smirks. Olwe arches an eyebrow at the drowess. "Pour it out then, or hand it to me. No more posturing, woman!"
Iellwen Nirvana glares at the male drow, not the king. "Tell him to move or I will pour the whole thing out... you want it? I give it to you.. not him... and your death can be on his hands for his blatant disregard of your authority. "
Mityka Gartle laughs. Malakyte Thorne glances at Mit. "Speak what you want, daughter of Lloth!"
Lorelei Zenfold oddly finds her sympathies resting with the drowess. Malakyte Thorne says, "The dragonsblood did not get all the poison."
Zuul-Faulkes toys with the idea of stepping inside himself to take Mit's mind off the Drowess. But, no. Not agood idea to alarm those who do not know him. Mityka Gartle says, "Daughter of Lloth, if you are trying to make here a disbelief, you are wrong. Here is not a spider nest like your house."
Olwe glares at both Mityka and the drowess. "Enough of this! " He sways a little then steadies himself. "My lord, step aside. You, woman..hand it over..I weary of this." Mityka Gartle turns to the king."My king." Nole tries to steady Olwe.
Iellwen Nirvana snarls at the jaluk though her expression turns coy and almost taunting. "What's wrong jaluk.. not felt the soft curve of a woman lately so you have to antagonize me at the risk of your King's life? " Glances over the drow's shoulder to the king as she lifts the vial up and closes it, not completely empty.
Mityka Gartle growls, "Well ... if you are insane enough ..."
Dominique Darkwatch looks at Mit and fairly pleads: "Please, I hate the idea too, but .... he is still the King."
Lorelei Zenfold has a disturbing thought that it was Mit who poisoned the king and stops the drowess with his own purpose, Mityka says, "No, daughter of Lloth, I am saving the king. But well."
Malakyte Thorne steps forward and takes a taste of a drop of the potion on the floor..
Olwe looks at Mityka. "Either she lies or she speaks truth. We cannot find out with a stalemate."
Mityka Gartle threatens, "Poison him and you are dead."
" It is not poison," states Malakyte.
Olwe looks down at the dark skinned female. "Why? Why poison me?"
Dominique Darkwatch nods noting Mit's drawn blade, wishing she had her own with her. Lorelei Zenfold is grateful Mala risked her life to note the vial does not contain poison. Dominique says, "I trust you Mala...but it could still be a trick." Mityka Gartle glances at the purple dragon and an expression of disgust appears on his face: "Traitor his spits quietly."
Iellwen Nirvana gives the male drow wide berth as she draws closer to the King and peers up at him with her silver eyes. "I wasn't the one who poisoned you.. trust me... I am a warrior.. I kill people in battle, not in cowardice.. now.. here.. " She lifts the vial to his his lips as if to pour what is left upon them, and then leans in closer to whisper to him softly. "We will collect our price."
Olwe's eyes widen and he steps back as the vial is pushed to his lips. Zuul-Faulkes tires of being the Greek Chorus outside the door, and struggles mightily with Faulkes' insatible curiousity...
Malakyte Thorne nods to the king . Olwe turns his head toward Malakyte and bows his head in respect. "Thank you, dear friend." Olwe regards the drowess with a cautious expression but take the vial from her and slowly drinks it. Leaning down to her ear, he whispers, "You are welcomed to try. Tell your ....queen...I am Eldar and will not be trifled lightly with." The drowess whispers back, " "I think you already have.. and by your word.. you have welcomed our advances... thank you... "
Mityka Gartle hisses loking at the scene. All Malakyte Thorne had needed was a scent or taste of the mixture. She had found some interesting compouinds in it but nothing harmful. Zuul-Faulkes compromises and goes to the window to look in.
Olwe lowers the vial from his lips and hands it to her. He leans foward and whispers in her ear. "Be careful of invitations...they are not always to places that are advanteous to your health or life."
Mityka Gartle takes his sword ready to ill the drow if the king falls down. Iellwen Nirvana quirks a brow at the elven's words and smirks coyly again before lifting to her toes, and taking the liberty to brush away the silk of his hair so she could whisper softly back to him. "Trust me elven.. I do know this... now I bid you... safe paths."
Dominique Darkwatch arches her brow as the drow and elf engage in a whispering exchange and pokes Nole, hoping he is paying attention. Mityka Gartle catches Dominiques glance and answers her with a confused one. Lorelei Zenfold smiles with relief. Breaking out into a sweat, and swaying a little on his feet, Olwe grabs an arm as he whispers one more time. Mityka Gartle watches more and more wearily. Malakyte Thorne stretches and yawns widely.
"Go...now...while your life is still your own. Should I see you again, it shall be mine," says Olwe quietly.
Dominique Darkwatch catches the king's stagger and says a quick prayer. Dominique Darkwatch mouths a Benediction, healing those in a wide area. Mityka Gartle shakes head hearing the king's last words.
Iellwen Nirvana glances down at his hand as he grabs her, and for one moment stiffens before she looks up into his pale face and simply nods. Pulling away from him she affords the jaluk a brittle icey stare before striding out of the building. Olwe turns to Nole and leans upon his shoulder, nodding toward the door,..."Please, friend...I ...I must rest."
Mityka Gartle laughs at the drowess. "Next time you may not pass me so easily ... jalil."
Olwe blushes and looks around. "Please, thank you and forgive me for causing such discomfort." Dominique says, "Your Majesty.....I pray the potion in the vial helped. Mityka Gartle touches Dominiques hand: "We need to talk."
Iellwen Nirvana calls out over her shoulder as the door shuts. "Next time I pass you... you won't live to remember it." she then strides commandingly away down the path the plum male had brought her up.
Olwe turns to smile at Dominque, but his words were for all in the room. 'Thank you, thank you, all. I cannot repay what you have done for me." He turns and lets Nole guide him back to the small room and to a bed, where he falls into dreamless sleep.
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He takes up the bottle and opens, smelling the liquid. Olwe's nose wrinkles. The smell was rather sharp, but he replaces the stopper and returns to the deck. Sheathed sword in hand, he looks at the sword maiden and merchant." Perhaps we should drink to hope, my friends, and then, if Elenwe would like, some sparring?"
Nole politely declines to drink "I must remain sober to guide our ship home."
Olwe blushes and smiles..."Forgive me, my friend...that was less than cautious of me." He turns to Elenwe. Elenwe says, "Your majesty, I will defer raising a glass until I have sparred with you. I should not like to injure my king because I am in drink."
Olwe smiles and slowly unsheathes his blade. "Either I am a worse swordsman than I believe, or you are most careful with my person." He smiles and pours out a glass. "Pardon me, then, if I slack my thirst with but one glass, raised to the beauty of she who snuck it aboard my ship." He pours a glass and raises it up so that the sun shines through the liquid. "It is a most odd color. This must be a new vintage." Nole calmly sees to the routine of seafaring, while watching his Kig and friend spar.
Elenwe advances toward her king, remembering the training she has had, and attacks. With an ease born of practice and many centuries, Olwe parries the thrusts...not pressing but defending. He sidesteps and blocks her blows, as overhead Arien travels across the sky and the day heats up. The days of summer are long and Arien labors extra long and the Sun becomes unruly and wishes to dip closer to the earth, nearly scorching it with the heat.
Arien sighs. " I am nearly to the place where I can finally release it...I wonder if Tilion will be out tonight? Lazy maia! He only has to come out occasionally, while I am out every day!" Arien looks down toward the elven lands of middle earth and smiles warmly at the sight of a swan ship, now making its way across the sea toward the Alqualonde. She mutters, "It is good to see the Teleri sailing again, but it is still odd guiding the sun and seeing Alqualonde down below soaking up my rays. after being in twilight for so long. "
Elenwe steps lightly across the deck as she duel with her king. She is enjoying the swordplay and presses the attack. Nole smiles as he witnesses the skill of Elenwe, thinks to himself "the king is in good hands with her presence." Elenwe sees her King's momentary distraction, but goes on the defensive to parry the thrusts. Olwe's blinks and stumbles a little. He steadies himself and looks at the Lady Elenwe with a blush. "Forgive me," he says thickly. "I...I feel most unusual." He tries to press another attack, but his footing is unsteady.
Elenwe senses Olwe's distress and holds any further movement of her sword. "Your Majesty, is all well with you?"
Nole wrinkles his eyebrows as he notices his king's stumbling "is something amiss my King?"
Olwe drops the sword, the blade clattering as it hits the deck.. Olwe tries to speak, and he turns eyes that seem unfocused to the two before him.. Then, wordlessly he crumbles to the deck, falling unconscious.
Elenwe gasps as she sees her king collapse. Quickly sheathing her sword, she rushes to his side, concern showing on her face. Nole quickly rushes to his king's side "my King!" He turns his body over, looking for wounds. Olwe remains lifeless, his breathing shallow and labored.
"He does not seem to be wounded by the sword," observes Nole. Elenwe bends down to Olwe's face. She listens to his labored breathing, and, looking up at Nole, "My lord, he is still alive." Olwe remains lifeless, his breathing shallow and labored.
Nole looks up, noticing the bottle of wine on the barrel. He quickly reaches towards it. Elenwe kneels behind Olwe's prostrate form, turning his body completely on his back and cradling his head in her arms. Nole face frowns as he sets the bottle down by Elenwe. "I should have recognised this, the odour that reeks from this bottle, is strange."
Elenwe sees the dismay on Nole's face. "My lord, you don't mean.....?"
Nole face turns from concern to anger. "It seems someone harbours ill favour of our king, this wine does seem to be tainted somehow, as a sailor, I have never seen wine such as this, either in the mortal world or in Aman."
Elenwe hears Olwe's shallow breathing, and sees his sweating brow. "Aye, I have seen the effects of poison before. King Olwe is showing the same signs." Looking at Nole, she asks, "My lord, are you skilled in healing? Alas, my skill is very limited."
Meanwhile, in Sylvahara, Comet Quijote sprinkles powder onto a parchment scroll and blots the ink. She shifts in her chair and realizes she tires but, has a few more scrolls to read. Aloysius, her owl, tears at a rodent carcass on the terrace. A chill breeze drifts in and the waters from the bay begin to churn and slosh.
Back on the ship, Nole deeply sighs with a tear in his eye "Nay my friend, I do not posess such skill, nor is there any in Alqualonde that remain that could purge this horrible poison from his body." Elenwe: has complete confidence in this experienced sailor. "Surely in your travels, you know of a place to which we could sail? The time is short for the King to receive healing." Olwe begins to shiver, his face slowly draining of color, and a waxy look replaces the sweat that was there.
In Sylvahara, Llyra Constantine straightens, alert to the changes in the Elements. Putting her prayer book down for a moment, she closes her eyes and listens with a practiced ear to the unsettled breeze.
Elenwe strokes her king's face. "We must retrieve a covering for him," she say. Whispering to Olwe, "My King, do not leave. We shall heal you. Please, tarry with us." Her words are answered with a low moan. Olwe's lips move to frame a word, but it is carried away upon the winds.
Arien deposits the sun in a nice flight pattern over the sea where it should be able to glide and set nicely without burning anything. She notes little activity, save for the swan ship below. She focuses her attention on the deck and notices something odd about the activity there as an elf looks to be sprawled out and others are gathered about. Arien 's firey eyes widen as she has a faint recognition of the elf laying on the deck and whispers "Olwe...!"
Nole face brightens "yes, of course.I noticed the sign of a healing guild in Sylvahara. Perhaps there we could sail and quickly..." not even finishing his sentence he stands, summoning all the strength in his lithe body, to swings the ship around, reversing it's direction,to sail back to Sylvhara. Leaning back towards Elenwe "speak to him, comfort him, keep his hope alive." Nole disappears into the cargohold in urgency.
Elenwe takes off her cloak and spreads it over Olwe's shivering person. Smoothing his long hair, she continues to whisper to her king. "Nole is already sending the ship skimming over the waves to the place where you can receive healing. do not leave us, my King. Please."
Nole returns to the deck baring a scroll and a marker. Quickly he writes on the scroll "my Queen and Friend Comet, disaster has befallen us. Our king and your cousin Olwe, has fallen unconsious to poison. We are returning to Sylvhara as quickly as we may. Please, help us." He wraps the parchment up and stamps his name on the outside. He takes it to a swan, who sits on the railing of the ship. "Go now, to haste to our friends in Sylvhara."
Elenwe feels the breeze increasing as the ship plows through the waves. She watches the swan as Nole takes the scroll for Comet. "My King," she says, leaning down toward Olwe, "We are headed to Sylvhara. It will not be long before you are completely healed." She wraps the cloak tighter around his shivering body. Olwe's eyelides flutters, and he turns his head, a little fitfully, moaning, still unconscious.
Nole stands at the railing, hearing the gentle words of Elenwe soothing his king. He speaks aloud, to the waves below. "kind voice, whom has helped me many times at sea. I pray to you, guide us, guide us quickly to safety. Our hope lies within the heart of our king. Let him be spared." Nole steps back from the railing, sitting beside Elenwe, and rubs his hands through Olwe's hair.
Arien swoops down low and sees the scramblng upon the deck and the apparent distress of the Teleri King, knowing if anything happened to him it would greatly distress all of the Ainur...and one maia in particular. She hovers, somewhat helplessly "I am not of the wind...how can I help speed this ship?"
Elenwe looks over at Nole as he ministers to Olwe. Closing her eyes, she continues to stroke his forehead and cheeks, hoping he is still aware of her touch and Nole's touch.
Llyra Constantine rises from the bench. She quickly leaves the hall and heads for the docks, her pace swift as she prayed for guidance. Arien flies high, gathering all of the flame and heat she can, she heats the air around her, flying in ever tighter circles behind the swan ship, creating a strong wind and water currens, speeding the small swan ship on its way to Sylvhara.
The waves speed the ship until the harbor of the sylvan lands are in sight.
Mala's dragon sight caught the sail from afar and she watched as it quickly approached. Elenwe sees the land coming closer. "My King," she whispers to Olwe, "We are arrived. Please stay here, my King, don't leave us."
Iellwen Nirvana shifted her body subtly with the motion of the ripples that caressed the shore. Her cloak of shadows concealing her well, even as she peered from them to simpley watch. Nole docks the ship in Sylvahara, relieved to have arrived. A gathering seemed to expect the ship as others stood waiting expectantly, Mala notices.
Olwe shivers violently and moans, his breathing labored. Llyra Constantine waits patiently on the dock, unwilling to go near the ship..a shadowed darkness encased it in her vision. Elenwe lays Olwe's head gently on the deck and stands, preparing to lift his body to shore. Nole helps move his king to the dock. Malakyte Thorne stepped closer and frowns, seeing that this is one of the swan ships. Then seeing the others moving the king she addresses them; "That is King Olwe is it not.. what has befallen him?"
Nole gently helps Elenwe carry the body of Olwe to shore. "He was poisoned, with this." He holds aloft a bottle of wine." Tosh Snook says, "We should get it to the apothecary quickly," Zuul-Faulkes shakes his head. He has seen this lord before, and the man does not look at all well. He mutters low. "Shadows and Nightmares."
Malakyte Thorne glances to Llyra. Llyra Constantine immediately moves to the Elf King's side, "Olwe.." she whispers gently, "Tis not your time..not yet." She reaches across taking his hand, plunging her energy in to meld with his. There was little time to do much else though the cost to herself would be great. Malakyte Thorne then nods to Tosh. Llyra Constantine looks up at Malakyte, "Poison tis, Mala..to the Cleric's hall, now!"
Malakyte Thorne: "The clerics hall is across that bridge to the south.. " She moves closer to Llyra, whispering softly to herself for a moment, lending the elemental some healing energy. "Yes.. let us get him there quickly."
Llyra Constantine slumps a moment but readies herself to follow....Mityka Gartle nods and turns ready to go to Cleric Guild. Nole turnes to the swordmaiden. "Let us carry him, Elenwe." "I am ready," she says, looking down to Olwe's still form.
Malakyte Thorne: "Yes please.. we will show the way."
Iellwen Nirvana shifts forward a fraction to listen to those nearby, yet remains deathly silent in her shadows.
Mityka Gartle says, "Let's go, dalninil. They may need our help." Darria Dragonash nods. "Siyo dalninuk."
Malakyte Thorne detects an unfamiliar scent nearby but is too distracted to bother with it. "This way." Mityka Gartle pushes the door and holds it while others brough in the poisoned one. "This room, please," directs Malakyte.
Llyra Constantine holds her head, the fog beginning to surround but she pushes it away; there was work to be done. Malakyte Thorne says, "lay him on the bed."
Tosh Snook asks: "May I have a sample of the poison while they work on him?" Nole nods and hands Tosh the wine bottle. Tosh Snook takes it and goes over to the table, snifing it. Lorelei Zenfold stands in front of the door gauarding against any further entries.
Malakyte Thorne moves close to Llyra to assist as does Mityka. Malakyte Thorne whispers: "Llyra .. the dragonsblood resin.. it is a powerful antitoxin." Mityka Gartle gulps hard but nods. Llyra Constantine nods, "Mala, if we can get some into him..perhaps I can bind the poison to it faster."
Malakyte Thorne: "I have a potion i made for the nightmare tears.. i will get a vial.." Tosh Snook takes a drink of the poison, and then stats foraging throug the desk and shelfs for herbs. Malakyte Thorne dashes through the door to the table outside. Lorelei Zenfold backs out of Mala's way. Tosh Snook steps over the to the cauldren and spit th poison out into it and starts mixing herbs in. Malakyte Thorne returns with a goblet and then hands it to Llyra. Llyra Constantine looks to Mit, "Please assist Mala getting this into him."
Meanwhile, dark dark dreams drag Olwe down...dreams of battles lost, of elves and other children of light falling to bright blades and dark intentions...of blackened skies and burning villages.
Lorelei Zenfold takes her place once more in front of the door. Darria Dragonash crosses her arms over her chest and glances uneasily at Lorelei, watching the front entrance with harsh eyes. Tosh turns to Darria. "Daria, do you have any drink?"
Malakyte Thorne: "This will make his body try to expell the poison.. usually in a fever or powerful sweat but others have had other effects." Mityka Gartle comes to the poisoned and loks at him, then touches his shoulder. Nole takes his king's hand trying to calm him. Llyra Constantine hands Mit the goblet and lays her hands on the Teleri King's shoulders. In his darkness, Olwe hears laughter, long, dark, evil and shiver uncontrollably.
Mityka Gartle smirks: "If he is unconscious, it may kill him." Malakyte Thorne stands by watching as Mit carefully administers the drink. "Careful.. slowly.. a little at a time.. so he does not choke." Nole tries to awaken his king.
Llyra Constantine doesn't wait for the potion but sends her tendril of energy back into Olwe. She shivers harshly at the darkness but weaves towards his light.
Tosh Snook: "Darria do you have any strong drink?"
Malakyte Thorne: "Sit him up a little." Mityka Gartle cruely slaps the king's face. Lorelei Zenfold hands Tosh some wine. Darria Dragonash wishes she did. Malakyte Thorne blinks. Darria Dragonash looks at Lorelei with big eyes. Olwe's eyes flutters, but otherwise does not stir.
Tosh Snook takes the wine and adds it to the cauldron and teases the flame into it, burning off the impure and wayward ingredients. Llyra Constantine grasps tightly then forces herself to loosen her grip on the King. Concentrating on the vaprous green mist she saw inside she 'pushes' it with the very water in his blood, praying his heart would hold out under the pressure. Malakyte Thorne: "Give him even a few drops at a time.. it will start to work once its in his mouth.." Mityka Gartle glances at Mala: "Maybe try to inject some right into his blood?"
Malakyte Thorne: "I would not do that." "In his eyes," yells Tosh. "It can absorb through the eyes." "Hmm, yes, true, "answer Malakyte.
"Please, my King, you must awaken," begs Nole. Olwe's breathing grows more shallow and erratic. he stirs weakly, thrashing at an unseen enemy.
Malakyte Thorne: "What Tosh says is true." Llyra Constantine sees the potion, a strange work it was. She notes the colors and knots here and there absently as she pushes the poisonous vapors towards the tiny drops, willing them to bind. Malakyte Thorne: "A few drops .. in his eyes and oin his tongue." Mityka Gartle nods, draws his dagger and places the blade between king's teeth, then turns it very carefully. He starts slowly pouring the liquid from the goblet into the open king's mouth. Olwe swallows weakly, convulsively, coughs. Mityka Gartle turns the goblet and waits. Malakyte Thorne nods, watching; "If he starts to choke turn him on his side."
Llyra Constantine's forehead drips purest water as she sees the binding not working. She nearly gives up then remembers something. Llyra Constantine breathes deeply and looks to the heavens. Tosh Snook runs back in with a handful of grass and chews it up spititng it into the potion cauldron. Mityka Gartle grabls king's shoulder and turns him to side. Tosh Snook teases more flame into the cauldron till it becomes a blackened pste and smiles. Lorelei Zenfold watches Tosh with great interest, hoping to remember her actions for the future. Tosh Snook scoops it up into a vial from the table and goes to the bedroom. Mityka Gartle looks at Mala. Llyra Constantine smiles with relief as the poison binds to the drops..the light had been harsh but darkness hated the light. She would remember.
Lorelei Zenfold steps out of Tosh's way. Tosh hands the vial to her. "Here, take this to Mala. It is the essence of what poisoned him. She will know what to do." Lorelei Zenfold takes the vial, and turns to walk into the room. "Regent, This vial is form Tosh, she said you would know what to do." She holds out the vial in front of her.
Olwe, in a fevered state, sees before him the halls of Mandos. He gives a wail of despair. "No," he screams...No, I belong not here. It was promised! IT WAS PROMOSED! " Aloud, he screams, "TILION!:
Malakyte Thorne glances to Lorelei as she approaches.. and standing up with the support of the table, wishing she had changed takes the vial and sniffs.. it. Mityka Gartle glances at Mala. Olwe shivers convulsively, moaning again Tilion's name before falling back into velvet darkness. Mityka Gartle places the hand on the king's shoulder: "You are not dying ... not yet, king."
Mityka Gartle smirks: "I hoped he will wake up ... well ... let's continue." Llyra Constantine leans down, whispering in the King's ear, "You cannae leave this place, Tis not your time. Tarry not in that place of Spirits, Sire. Come forth to this world." In the darkness comes a voice, tender, beckoning. He hears it...."Come forth to this world." Mityka Gartle repeats the sequence: dagger, turn, pour. Drop after another runs by the dager blade to the king's mouth. Llyra Constantine adds, "The Teleri need their King. For who among us may lead them from their place in the shadows?" Malakyte Thorne looks down at the vial and cleared her mind, sensing what it was. Olwe's throat works, the liquid burning a little. Against the darkness, he strives, fights...his body stirring as thought to echo the inner fight. Llyra Constantine is silent now..the King's light had been very faint and now it grew steadily with each passing moment.
"My king, we need you!" Nole squeezes his hand. Mityka Gartle hisses on his shoulder: "Mysh, help!" Little mouse jumps from Mit' s shoulder and sits on the king's chest squeeking quietly.
Llyra Constantine reaches again with her energies, melding as one she adds her small strength....her own light glowing a brilliant blue in the darkness.
Olwe takes one shuddering breath. Mityka Gartle quickly takes off the goblet and dagger loking at the king. Malakyte Thorne glances up at Mit and nods; give him a little more.. a few more drops. Olwe begins to sweat and moan...his body shuddering. Mityka Gartle whispers to Mala: "Let him take a breath."
Llyra Constantine's skin flows as water, the markings paling as her strength wanes. She slumps again and the fog returns. Her tendril of energy spent, it recedes back into her body. Mityka Gartle quickly puts the dagger and goblet on the floor and grabs the mouse. Olwe's body breaks out into a heavy sweat, a low moan falling from his lips. Mityka Gartle places the mouse on his shoulder and gazes at the king for a moment. Malakyte Thorne glances at Llyre and brings her wing around to touch the elemental, sending her her own power and energy to continue.
Olwe's breathing is still labored.
Tosh Snook senses llyra's exhaustion and burts in to help her. Llyra Constantine smiles wearily, "The poison comes forth, he fights." She shudders at the touch of the soft wing but gratefully accepts the strength. Lorelei Zenfold steals from the room. Tosh Snook running in takes her hands and places them in the square of llyra's back and helps mala balance her. Olwe draws in another ragged breath, his body still wracked by shudders.
Lorelei Zenfold ...resuming her place in front of the door. Mityka Gartle closes eyes, takes a deep breath, then turns to Llyra, opens them and extends his open palms to Llyra. Dominique Darkwatch hears the commotion in the next room, having heard the news of the King and whispers to Lorelei, "Will he be alright?" Lorelei Zenfold nods: "I believe so, but this has been a very close call. I believe he will need much rest before he is truly recovered."
Llyra Constantine breathes deeply at the Ancient's touch and seeing Mit's outstretched hands, she takes one, keeping the other firmly on the King. Once more she enters and melds her energy, the poison bound but not moving quickly enough from his sytem. Olwe shifts under her hand, his head slowly moving back and forth.
Llyra Constantine struggles to maintain the three cords of energy, each different . Weaving them together, she ties the cord to her own and pulls in the light, forcing the darkness to retreat in it's path. Malakyte Thorne concentrates on sending energy to Llyra. Mityka Gartle drops his hands for a moment, shakes head, glances at the mouse on his shoulder, then at Llyra, takes another deep breath and rises his open palms back to Llyra. Mityka casts Self healing and restoration spell. Olwe sees before him a glimmer of light...as though against the two trees were just behind his vision. He reaches out in the blacknes..."Merciful Illluvatar, save me."
Tosh Snook concentrates trying to send pulses through Llyra. Jahweh.." Llyra whispers softly. "Hear my call..send not this King from this world. He belongs to his people."
Lorelei Zenfold smiles at Dom, and steps aside so she may enter. Mityka Gartle catches the mouse that falls off his shoulder and carefully places him under the bench. Olwe feels a surge of warmth, moves toward the light. He fights to reach it, the darkness pulling at him as though to drag him down, drown him in an eternity of blackness. Mityka Gartle turns back to Llyra, takes a breath and turns his palms back to her. Nole keeps talking to Olwe, hoping he hears his voice. Llyra Constantine finally understands and quickly forms a glowing sword of the bound energies. She holds it into the murky blackness...Olwe draws in another deep breath...fights harder...the light seems to be brighter, closer. "Tilion," he moans..."Is it you?"
Llyra Constantine gently hands the energy sword to the soul of the King. She grasps his hands and places them around it's hilt, "Fight," she whispers. Llyra Constantine's nearly stops breathing as she senses another's presence, this one so full of love! She pulls back, though not leaving entirely, her curiousity aroused. Tosh Snook takes her hands from llyra's back and steps back. Mityka Gartle stands quietly just breathes hard and in pauses whispers. His eyes are closed and hands turned to Llyra.
"Fight," Olwe echoes to himself. The faces of so many rise up before him...his brother Elwe, no gone, the early days after the awakening...the birth of Earwen...the building of Alqualonde...faster and faster the images come...Loved ones, cherished memories...he strives forward...there before him lies Alqualonde...his people...his Beloved Tilion. His breathing grows stronger. Mityka Gartle slowly opens his eyes and relaxes. The darkness slowly falls away, growing to greyness for Olwe.
Mityka Gartle looks under the bed and carefully takes the little mouse's senseless body. Malakyte Thorne keeps her mind cleared continueing to send energy to Llyra. Llyra Constantine receds into the distance, knowing his strength returns, his will to live. She smiles to the spirit form and inclines her head in respect, "Thank you" she mouths before pulling from him completely. She gently unwinds the tendrils, sending each back to it's source. Dominique Darkwatch hears the King's voice and prays silently. thanking Iluvatar for the grace of the valar to strengthen him and guide his spirit back. Olwe's eyelids flutter. Llyra Constantine leans heavily against the wall. Lorelei Zenfold breathes a sigh of relief as the tension lessens. Malakyte Thorne sensing Llyra's withdrawal pulls back herself her attention once more going to the vial she set safely under the table
Olwe's eyelids flutter and open...he looks around the room, swallowing several time..his face puzzled. Mityka Gartle carefully places the little mouse on the table, returns for his dagger and before sheathing it, makes a little cut on his wrist
Nole looks wide-eyed at his king "Thank Illuvatar!"
Olwe works his jaw several times and tries to speak, but his voice fails him. Llyra Constantine steps back, her breath coming in small gasps. Mityka Gartle smirks, walks to the basin and returns with a goblet full of water. Malakyte Thorne looks up at Llyra in concern. Tosh Snook cautions: "Careful, not too much water, only sips."
Mityka Gartle: "Drink, king. This is what you really need now to get better. " Malakyte Thorne almost chuckles as Mit offers the water.
Olwe nods, gratitude and puzzlement in his eyes. He slowly sips the water offered. Mityka Gartle hisses at Mala. Mityka Gartle takes the empty goblet and stands back. Dominique Darkwatch fidgets nervously outside the door, noting the lessening of tension in the air.
Olwe croaks out a "Thank you." Then he looks at Mityka with open curiosity and smiles a little, weakly. "I don't think we met....You look elven, but skin the color of midnight..." he swallows and coughs a little. Mityka Gartle snorts. looking at the king.
Lorelei Zenfold looks to Dom: "Will you see who is seeking entrance?" "No one will enter this room but through me," she assures Lorelei. Dominique Darkwatch hears the door knock, and wonders if more of the King's kin have come to visit. Malakyte Thorne looks at Mit curiously.
Llyra Constantine's head hangs, her body barely held upright by her hand on the wall. "I need to return to the Wellspring, Mala. Pray forgive me."
Malakyte Thorne: "You have done enough Llyra.. go now and we will keep watch."
Olwe turns his head at the sound of Llyra's voice..."Lady?"
Llyra Constantine nods tiredly. She turns to go but looks back, a smile stealing across her face, "No Lady am I..just Llyra." She responds softly.
Olwe looks up at her and smiles tenderly. 'Nay, thou are a true lady, and I think I owe thee my life."
Tosh Snook points to the vial. "It is time we discern how and why." Malakyte Thorne tilts her head. "Yes Tosh.. it is the poison .."
From the other room they hear Dominique Darkwatch call out: "Who is there?"
Zuul-Faulkes: "One who wish audience with the King!"
Dominique Darkwatch opens the door, thinking it might be another Teleri. Lorelei Zenfold stiffens at the demand of the visitor. Tosh Snook steps back outside the room and goes ot the door. "The king is hardly able to speak: his audience may not be expecting." Lorelei Zenfold backs up closer to the inner door. Mityka Gartle gives Mala a quick glance quirking eyebrow. Dominique Darkwatch: "Perhaps it is someone he wishes to see."
Llyra Constantine: "You owe no one Olwe..and pray tell me who the spirit is who watches over thee with such tender care?"
Olwe blushes. "I thought I felt Tilion."
Llyra Constantine smiles wistfully, "A great love, that. Rest now, Sir and do not tax your strength overmuch. I must return to the wellspring."
"Thank you, dear Lady. I am in thy debt."
Llyra Constantine inclines her head in acknowledgement and turns to depart, "Blessed be" is heard in the hall as she disappears into the night.
Dominique Darkwatch gasps as she sees the drowess enter. Lorelei Zenfold her hand strays to the dagger at her thigh as a drow enters the guild. Mityka Gartle hears the noise outside and comes closer to the door. Lorelei says, "State your business here. No one will enter this room"
Tosh Snook: "Ahh, the watcher has arrived." Dominique Darkwatch 's eyes narrow and demands: "And what business do you have with the king?"
Mityka Gartle slips through the opened door. Olwe hears the noise and struggles weakly to sit up. Zuul-Faulkes parks his butt on the doorstep and hopes those within are less hasty than Mit.
Iellwen Nirvana grumps and barges in as soon as the door is opened, her silver eyes instantly scanning about the room in a manner most like the predator she is. Turning to look at the one who grasps her dagger, she purrs out in her naturally velvety tone. "Still your hand woman..... all of you.. shush.. and give me a chance to speak or I will simply leave..."
Mityka Gartle stares at the drowess. Lorelei Zenfold narrows her eyes, fingering the gild of her dagger.
Dominique Darkwatch: me looks to Mit, hoping he brought his sword. Tosh Snook:"I see no reason why you can't spak, is someone holding your tongue?"
Olwe looks over at Nole. "What is amiss? Where are we? What is the noise about?"
Malakyte Thorne: "Your majesty.. please stay still.. do not worry about this as others here will take care of things. You must rest."
Olwe bows his head to the healer and lays back, weak from the effort. "What happened to me?" Nole answers. "We are in Sylvahara. You were poisoned, my king."
In the outer chamber. Iellwen Nirvana smiles suddenly, her white teeth a contrast against the darknes of her skin. "I do believe I have what your king needs... I have.. " She suddenly extends her hand with the very vial she had already shown the plum colored male outside. "Something to help him.." Tosh Snook is heard to say: "Your offer comes late indeed."
Mityka Gartle: "Speak to us, daughter of Lloth. Be sure, everything you say will be told to the king."
Lorelei Zenfold growls. Dominique Darkwatch hisses: "And how would we know that this is not simply more poison?" Tosh Snook extends her hand to the drowess to see if she offers the vial.
"There is a visitor that wants to speak to you, a drowess," says Nole.
"Poison?" Olwe looks around the room. "My dear friend, how ?" Malakyte Thorne shivers and answers: "You were poisoned sire. .. it seemks to be some sort of drow poison.. you are lucky we were able to pull you out of it."
Nole adds: "It seems that the wine you drank while on board was poisoned. Ypu passed out, unconcious while sparring with Elenwe."
"Drow," he muses over the word. "I will see her, Nole. Perhaps I may learn why they woud do such to me."
Mityka Gartle shakes head: "Drow, wine? Bloodwyne?"
Nole: "His highness will see our visitor." Tosh Snook over hears the king and steps from the doorway. Lorelei Zenfold growls deeper in her throat, but moves through the door to continue her watch. Dominique Darkwatch feels her elven blood grow hot "How do we know this drow will not simply poison him again?"
Malakyte Thorne steps to the counter and returns with another goblet of water. "Your best cure is to drink much water.. i am not sure that all the poison was cleared from your body." Olwe gratefully take the glass and drains it. 'Thank you, my friend."
In the outer room, Mityka Gartle: "Lady Dominique, I would expect she will."
Dominique Darkwatch: "'All trust is foolish:' is this not a saying of a drow of the shadows?"
Iellwen Nirvana waits as those around her seem to give her little time to reply, though she hisses at the male drow angrily. "I told you... I am one who is at the mercy of Fate.. so stop with your Lloth comments... " Closing her hand once more around the vial she she turns around upon her heels and snarls over her shoulder. "You don't.. you have to trust me.. or not... but know this.. I DO hold the antidote in my hand.. and if you want to cure him you need to back off... " She turns to look at them again sorry she's lagging so bad she can't keep up with the posts.. but still glaring at them.
Mityka Gartle automaticaly corrects Dominique: "Trust is a weakness, M'Lady". He comes to the drowess and extens his hand: "Then give it to me."
Still with Olwe and Nole, Malakyte Thorne nods and sets the cup nearby, still listening to whats going on outside curiously. "Excuse me a moment. I should see what is going on."
Olwe painfully struggles to an upright, sitting position. "Please, Nole, either she is lying or she speaks truth...Dare we presume the lie?" Nole answers, "I do not know, but if she is lying, you may not be able to sustain another poison attack."
In the outer chamber. Iellwen Nirvana pulls her hand back and shakes her head no. "I don't think so... I give this to you.. you kill me.. not an option. I will take it to him."
Tosh Snook: "One of us should test it." Dominique Darkwatch tries to not choke on her own anger and prays to Eru to grant her calmness.
Malakyte Thorne slips out the door quicly to find a strange drowess in the hall. "Greetings, what is the problem here?"
Inside, the healing room, Olwe slides off the table, slowly, painfully and takes slow, unstead steps to the door. Nole helps his king to the door. Olwe looks gratefully at the sea merchant. 'Thank you."
Mityka Gartle shakes head: "I will not kill you if you give it to me. But I will kill you if you try to come to the king. This is the word I can give you."
Dominique Darkwatch: "This drow comes in and says she has an antidote to the poison!"
Mityka Gartle steps a little back and turns to Mala: "This lady says she has an antidote."
Lorelei Zenfold stands close behind the visitors. Malakyte Thorne nods to Dominique and turns to the drowess. "Lady.. what is it you have .. what is it made with .. and why should you offer such a thing?"
Dominique Darkwatch looks to Mala. "And she insists on giving it to him herself."
With Nole's help, he manages to walk through the doorway and leans against the wall. Nole stands beside his king, steadying him. Nole watches the drowess' every move. Olwe says, "I am Olwe of Alqualonde. Who are you?"
Zuul-Faulkes gets up again to press his ear against the door. Hadn't he warned her to speak her business to them quickly? Iellwen Nirvana glances around the room. "I don't -say- I have one.. I -do- have one... and I don't know what its made of. My Ilhar gave it to me, and told me to bring it here... and here I am."
Malakyte Thorne nods to Dominuque. "I understand your caution."
Mityka Gartle: "Then give it to us, and take my word, noone will attack you when you leave."
Malakyte Thorne:"I see." Malakyte glances at Mit and whispers; "What does Ilhar mean?" Mityka Gartle whispers back: "Illharess, the ruler."
Olwe looks at the Drowess, his gaze curious, "I am he who you poisoned...why are you here?"
Malakyte Thorne nods to Mit and then looks over in suprise as the king enters the room. Dominique Darkwatch turns and sees the weakened king and feels her face go flush with emotion as her eyes well up with tears with anger at the drow and anguish for the king
Iellwen Nirvana grumbles as she glares over at them. "Ilhar means mother... Ilharess is the ruler of a house.. gods... " Glaring to the drow male she suddenly grows quiet as if considering something. Olwe looks from the drowess to the one who helped healed him.
Malakyte Thorne seems to ponder this information, that a matron mother would save an elf king made no sense to her. "Let me see the antidote. I will give it back."
Mityka Gartle says impatiently: "Do not make us wait, daughter of Lloth. Give us what have you brought to the king." Olwe slowly moves forward, gait unsteady, but determined. "Wait, Mit," says Malakyte Thorne. "I can tell if it is poison or not."
Dominique Darkwatch looks at Mala, trusting the arch druid will be sensible about this. Malakyte Thorne moves closer to the drowess and looks up at her. Mityka Gartle hisses at the king: "Stay back!' and stands in front of him.
Iellwen Nirvana hold open her hand towards him, then suddenly snatches it back. "NO... I will apply it.. that was what I was told to do.. and being you still can't get who I am right.. or the fact that my mother sent this.. not the matron of a house.. I will not give it to you."
Lorelei Zenfold follows close behind the king, not willing to allow harm to him in the guild hall. Olwe speaks...holding out a hand..."Give it to me." Nole stands by his king. "Let me hold the vial. Then tell me who are you and why would you save me now?"
Malakyte Thorne sighs. "My appologies, I do not understand drow nor drow society very well..i would but test its nature."
Dominique Darkwatch gasps: "King Olwe! Please be careful!"
Mityka Gartle frowns looking at the drow: "I know who you are, daughter of Lloth. I am not insane enought to trust in any good intent from you or any of you."
Iellwen Nirvana steps back towards the door obviously feeling threatened by them. "Okay.. then tell this jaluk to get out of my way so that I can hand it to you... because right now.. he's very much in my way."
"She has poisoned me...What more can she do with all of you here."
Zuul-Faulkes thinks that Mit is lucky that the king is in a weakened state. His Majesty would have the right, and a good backhand, to smack the commander for impertenance.
Olwe turns to Mityka. "Please, my friend."
Mityka Gartle hisses at the king: "I said stand back! Your poisoning took too much of our power!" Lorelei Zenfold looks to Mala hoping she can reason with Mit. Olwe is taken aback for a moment, then speaks with a strong voice of command. "I am still Olwe of Alqualonde and a King. Grateful I am, but do not seek to command me."
Dominique suggests, "Sir Mit....perhaps you can stand behind the drowess, between her and the door....if harm comes to the king, you can prevent her escape"
Iellwen Nirvana suddenly lifts the vial before her and opens it.. then proceeds to tilt it as if to pour it out onto the floor while watching the male drow.
Malakyte Thorne steps back herself exhausted by the healing. Mityka Gartle smirks. Olwe arches an eyebrow at the drowess. "Pour it out then, or hand it to me. No more posturing, woman!"
Iellwen Nirvana glares at the male drow, not the king. "Tell him to move or I will pour the whole thing out... you want it? I give it to you.. not him... and your death can be on his hands for his blatant disregard of your authority. "
Mityka Gartle laughs. Malakyte Thorne glances at Mit. "Speak what you want, daughter of Lloth!"
Lorelei Zenfold oddly finds her sympathies resting with the drowess. Malakyte Thorne says, "The dragonsblood did not get all the poison."
Zuul-Faulkes toys with the idea of stepping inside himself to take Mit's mind off the Drowess. But, no. Not agood idea to alarm those who do not know him. Mityka Gartle says, "Daughter of Lloth, if you are trying to make here a disbelief, you are wrong. Here is not a spider nest like your house."
Olwe glares at both Mityka and the drowess. "Enough of this! " He sways a little then steadies himself. "My lord, step aside. You, woman..hand it over..I weary of this." Mityka Gartle turns to the king."My king." Nole tries to steady Olwe.
Iellwen Nirvana snarls at the jaluk though her expression turns coy and almost taunting. "What's wrong jaluk.. not felt the soft curve of a woman lately so you have to antagonize me at the risk of your King's life? " Glances over the drow's shoulder to the king as she lifts the vial up and closes it, not completely empty.
Mityka Gartle growls, "Well ... if you are insane enough ..."
Dominique Darkwatch looks at Mit and fairly pleads: "Please, I hate the idea too, but .... he is still the King."
Lorelei Zenfold has a disturbing thought that it was Mit who poisoned the king and stops the drowess with his own purpose, Mityka says, "No, daughter of Lloth, I am saving the king. But well."
Malakyte Thorne steps forward and takes a taste of a drop of the potion on the floor..
Olwe looks at Mityka. "Either she lies or she speaks truth. We cannot find out with a stalemate."
Mityka Gartle threatens, "Poison him and you are dead."
" It is not poison," states Malakyte.
Olwe looks down at the dark skinned female. "Why? Why poison me?"
Dominique Darkwatch nods noting Mit's drawn blade, wishing she had her own with her. Lorelei Zenfold is grateful Mala risked her life to note the vial does not contain poison. Dominique says, "I trust you Mala...but it could still be a trick." Mityka Gartle glances at the purple dragon and an expression of disgust appears on his face: "Traitor his spits quietly."
Iellwen Nirvana gives the male drow wide berth as she draws closer to the King and peers up at him with her silver eyes. "I wasn't the one who poisoned you.. trust me... I am a warrior.. I kill people in battle, not in cowardice.. now.. here.. " She lifts the vial to his his lips as if to pour what is left upon them, and then leans in closer to whisper to him softly. "We will collect our price."
Olwe's eyes widen and he steps back as the vial is pushed to his lips. Zuul-Faulkes tires of being the Greek Chorus outside the door, and struggles mightily with Faulkes' insatible curiousity...
Malakyte Thorne nods to the king . Olwe turns his head toward Malakyte and bows his head in respect. "Thank you, dear friend." Olwe regards the drowess with a cautious expression but take the vial from her and slowly drinks it. Leaning down to her ear, he whispers, "You are welcomed to try. Tell your ....queen...I am Eldar and will not be trifled lightly with." The drowess whispers back, " "I think you already have.. and by your word.. you have welcomed our advances... thank you... "
Mityka Gartle hisses loking at the scene. All Malakyte Thorne had needed was a scent or taste of the mixture. She had found some interesting compouinds in it but nothing harmful. Zuul-Faulkes compromises and goes to the window to look in.
Olwe lowers the vial from his lips and hands it to her. He leans foward and whispers in her ear. "Be careful of invitations...they are not always to places that are advanteous to your health or life."
Mityka Gartle takes his sword ready to ill the drow if the king falls down. Iellwen Nirvana quirks a brow at the elven's words and smirks coyly again before lifting to her toes, and taking the liberty to brush away the silk of his hair so she could whisper softly back to him. "Trust me elven.. I do know this... now I bid you... safe paths."
Dominique Darkwatch arches her brow as the drow and elf engage in a whispering exchange and pokes Nole, hoping he is paying attention. Mityka Gartle catches Dominiques glance and answers her with a confused one. Lorelei Zenfold smiles with relief. Breaking out into a sweat, and swaying a little on his feet, Olwe grabs an arm as he whispers one more time. Mityka Gartle watches more and more wearily. Malakyte Thorne stretches and yawns widely.
"Go...now...while your life is still your own. Should I see you again, it shall be mine," says Olwe quietly.
Dominique Darkwatch catches the king's stagger and says a quick prayer. Dominique Darkwatch mouths a Benediction, healing those in a wide area. Mityka Gartle shakes head hearing the king's last words.
Iellwen Nirvana glances down at his hand as he grabs her, and for one moment stiffens before she looks up into his pale face and simply nods. Pulling away from him she affords the jaluk a brittle icey stare before striding out of the building. Olwe turns to Nole and leans upon his shoulder, nodding toward the door,..."Please, friend...I ...I must rest."
Mityka Gartle laughs at the drowess. "Next time you may not pass me so easily ... jalil."
Olwe blushes and looks around. "Please, thank you and forgive me for causing such discomfort." Dominique says, "Your Majesty.....I pray the potion in the vial helped. Mityka Gartle touches Dominiques hand: "We need to talk."
Iellwen Nirvana calls out over her shoulder as the door shuts. "Next time I pass you... you won't live to remember it." she then strides commandingly away down the path the plum male had brought her up.
Olwe turns to smile at Dominque, but his words were for all in the room. 'Thank you, thank you, all. I cannot repay what you have done for me." He turns and lets Nole guide him back to the small room and to a bed, where he falls into dreamless sleep.
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