"The Aftermath of Death" 1/12/97 Cast: Lhyree, Alorn, Azeure, Zirek, Rhalina, Telia Event: The aftermath of Sar's death puts Winnowill in a dark mood indeed, and She strips Lhyree of her talonwhip. Winnowill then appoints Alorn to train Zirek to be Chosen - and quickly. Lhyree, without preamble, says, "My Lord Winnowill. Sar is dead." Zirek bows deeply to Winnowill, Sar's talonwhip at his side. Winnowill nods knowingly to Lhyree. ** Indeed. Have you... taken care of the cause? ** Alorn watches this, keeping to the somewhat distant shadows. Lhyree gestues, lightly. "Ember is...escaped. Insane. I did not follow." In the air, Azeure floats up from the slender bridge to the south. In the air, Azeure floats down into the main hall. Azeure floats down from above. Azeure has arrived. Zirek rises, standing tall, waiting for Lhyree to finish. Azeure glides down, alighting near Alorn. Winnowill nods to Zirek lightly, eyes narrowing at the presence of the whip, but turns now to Lhyree. ** A Chosen allowed the killer of another Chosen escape? ** Azeure locksends ** Lord.. ** Telia seems to fade into view from the depths of the cavern. Telia has arrived. Lhyree says "Yes, my Lord." You locksend ** >Acknowledgement and anger, not directed to you.< ** to Azeure. Zirek says, "If one must be punished, it should be me. Although I would have given my life to have prevented it." Lhyree says "Forgive me; I felt--first that if Sar could be killed by her, he deserved his death, and second, that if we were to retaliate, it would be better done against the tribe." Winnowill rises slowly, her eyes nearly sparking in anger. ** Answer me one reason that the killer should not be responsible. ** Zirek, she does not answer." Alorn watches impassively. Lhyree bows her head, humble. ** Lord Winnowill, if I have erred, I am sorry. I thought us safer with her gone. ** Azeure folds his arms across his chest, nodding quietly, faintly as he watches the goings on Winnowill's send snaps angrily. ** Safer? With a Chosen dead, and the killer escaped to return to the wolfbloods to cheer the victory? ** She moves down the stairs to step close to Lhyree. ** How safe do _you_ feel, Chosen? ** Lhyree lifts her eyes to look straight at Winnowill. ** Entirely, my Lord. ** Zirek stands tall, arms crossed. He makes no move to interfere. Lhyree sends openly ** Ember's sanity hangs by a thread, my Lord. She not only killed an elf, but her -Recognized-. She will not howl a triumphant victory. She ran like the mindless animal she is. ** Winnowill's send is dark. She reaches out slowly, physically taking the Talonwhip off of Lhyree's belt Herself. ** Azeure. Alorn. Put her in the Cage. ** "She will not need an escort," says Alorn quietly. Azeure nods once ** I shall take her.. come Lhyree.. ** Lhyree inclines her head to Winnowill. ** Your will, my Lord. ** Azeure, she ignores, and simply turns and glides away. Lhyree heads south and disappears into the shadows at the other end of the immense hall. Zirek stays tall, facing Winnowill. Azeure heads south and disappears into the shadows at the other end of the immense hall. Winnowill turns, the whip still in her hands. If one were to see the whip, it is evident that She shakes in rage. Regally and slow, she turns and sits in the Throne. Zirek's voice shakes slightly, "And I, Lord? Shall I put myself in the cage as well, or shall I take Sar's place and be sure the Mountain is not short of defenders?" In the air, Azeure floats up from the slender bridge to the south. In the air, Azeure floats down into the main hall. Azeure floats down from above. Alorn folds her arms over her chest, coming out of the shadows and approaching the Throne. "We -are- now missing Two." Winnowill levels her dark and angry gaze on Zirek. ** You are Alorn's concern. When your training is complete, come to Me. ** Azeure returns, a pensive curl to his brow ** Your will is done Lord Winnowill ** ** It always is, Azeure. ** Zirek bows to Winnowill and turns to Alorn. Telia floats off to side, watching the interesting tableau. Winnowill simply holds the whip in her lap as she looks to Azeure. Alorn turns her attention to Zirek. Alorn locksends, to Zirek, Winnowill: ** Sar's chambers are now in need of an inhabitant. Do you want them? ** Winnowill folds her hands over the whip. Alorn locksends ** What is to be done with Lhyree? ** Zirek looks to Winnowill, "I shall follow what our Lord decrees. In this as in all things." You locksend ** /Angry/ Leave her there. For now. ** to Alorn. Azeure arches a brow to Winnowill as he alights on the floor Alorn locksends ** ** Azeure simply waits, almost comfortable in her gaze. Winnowill turns her gaze to Alorn and Zirek. ** Keep me informed. ** Alorn nods. Once. Zirek bows again. "I shall be in Sar's room if I am needed." He turns to go. In the air, Rhalina floats up from the slender bridge to the south. In the air, Rhalina sneezes miserably. Zirek heads south and disappears into the shadows at the other end of the immense hall. Winnowill looks up, dark eyes scanning the air. In the air, Rhalina floats down into the main hall. Rhalina floats down from above. Rhalina descends from the high shadows. Telia looks up as Rhalina descends. Azeure looks off in the distance, frowning to himself ** If you will all excuse me.. ** Alorn nods faintly. "And me.." Rhalina looks mildly irritable for a moment, before settling her features in an expressionless mask. She nods distracedly to those present. Azeure arches up into the air with a faint bow to Winnowill as he departs Azeure glides up into the air. In the air, Azeure glides up from below. In the air, Azeure lands on the slender bridge. Winnowill nods to the Chosen, focusing on Rhalina. Alorn enters a tunnel heading in the general direction of Tenspan's Hall, to the northeast. Rhalina returns the Lord of the Mountain's gaze for a few moments, settling into the shadows as she does. Demell seems to fade into view from the depths of the cavern. Demell glides through, Eveshka in his arms. Demell disappears down a winding tunnel to the west. Winnowill sends openly ** Rhalina. Are you ill? ** Rhalina shrugs slightly. ** A minor cold, I think, from recent escapades. It's nothing. ** She pauses. ** A truly miserable few days, these ** Winnowill nods. ** Indeed. Shall I ease you? ** Rhalina considers this. ** I am sure that I shall survive, but if you deign to ease matters I have no complaints, Lord. ** Rhalina descends slowly, coming to alight upon the dais before Winnowill's throne. Winnowill extends her hand to Rhalina, magic flaring up and about the other elf. Rhalina murmurs a quiet ** Thank you, Lord. ** Winnowill nods, allowing her hand to fall with the fading of the magic. ** I aid those who are Mine, Rhalina. ** Rhalina nods, once. She hesitates a moment, before asking, ** What is to be done about the Chosen? ** Telia had been moving slightly as if to leave, but she settles down again at Rhalina's words. Winnowill sends openly ** Time alone will tell, Rhalina. ** Rhalina evidently considers making some reply to this, but holds off for now. A wise idea indeed, for Winnowill is not in the darkest of moods... yet. She rises, taking her leave without further sends. [End log.]