the gonthan collaboration (please see occ: if wanting to join.

[Lostyia Delr-Padroot]

running out of breath ichein started looking for a place she could hide for she knew they were catching up. the grave looked like a possible place. she turned and with the last of her strength she crawled under an imposing toumbstone. glad that she finaly got away she started praying a pray of thankfulness when she notice a shadow.

"aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh." she screamed her last words.

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treah stood upon the secret council rendering the account of the string of slaughters. "we have a war going on and some one is hunting down people and killing them, the same way all of different races it just isn' normal."

coffin stood up normally a shy creature and pleded "kill me now, put me in prison, torture me your worst..." and went on with cruel ways to do it.

treah stood up again and smacked the fool in the head. there was nothing more the drwarf couldn't stand than someone that wasn't making sence. "what are you babbling about you fool?"

"i should of been there, i know all that happen in graves but i left too..."

"to join us" a short stoutly woman finished. "you could of not known, and this meeting was of great importance. you came here hoping you could help and you can. we need to investigate the grave to see if the murderer left any clues. for that we need clues. Elanor i need you to go with him and on your way go to konckor and get word about the negotations between the elves and dwarves. meeting dismissed."

unualist was glad that the long meeting was over. still in shock that she is leader of this collaboration, "can't believe gonta left this part up to me" she whispered to herself. she could remember when it was just her treah, gonta, floker, and sonkath. how the times have changed, with only her and treah alive out the original group she was left incharge. she could sense some thing special about to happen, but all she wanted was that the war would be over and all the races could get along.

(occ: i have to go i will start again with coffin )

[Lostyia Delr-Padroot]

occ: i know this is very confusing and i am sorry for that. hopefully it will become clearer soon.

icc: Coffin stood outside of the inn. Trying to grasp all of what has/is happening. Being keeper of graves (self appointed mind you) he knew his responsibility was to makesure that graves were to be unbothered, and that nothing happens. so it stuck him hard that a murder happen and he could of stopped. he knows he can't truly stop the war no matter how hard he might try, that's why he joined the collaboration, to try.

unalist stated that they were actually making a serious dent in the war fatalities. but every time a dent occurs something happens. like this spring of murders, from what he could concur on the information given to him, all the victims seemed to be female and very powerful. it seemed somehow there powers were all takin' from them before they were chased down and killed.
'who could do that, i wonder?' coffin thought to himself.

as he turned the corner he saw a brown eyed, light ash brown hair, short woman eying him expectingly. "i decided we should go tonight so we could be there more recent to the time of death." coffin followed suite as his superior started to leave on her horse. all the while thinking over and over again about how he could of at least tried to stop the murder.

[Eärloth]

ic: Moriêl lurked about the graveyard where she knew a girl to have been killed the previous night: she had followed the victims of late to this last killing. The scent was too pungent for another company not to have picked it up, and her recently misguided intentions rested with them. She had been in hiding from the hosts of her former Lord for months, now, and she intended to engage in whatever force she found that strove against him.

The scent of the grave keeper was heavy about the cemetery, but it had staled. His scent was carrying on the air, renewing the aroma of the graveyard and signifying his approach. It was accompanied by another, unfamiliar smell, but Moriêl could for now detect only the two companions coming toward the grave.

"Her breath stirred the suspicions," she murmured when they were close enough to hear her. "They ushered it away from this; it did not belong here." She slipped out from behind the stone, her gaze immediately falling in the eyes of the keeper. She moved slowly towards him, a black shadow seeming to be swathed about her feet, preceding the decisions of her feet. "Is there no welcome here for death?" she asked softly. She was little further than a few inches from the keeper: he shuffled away from her. She half-grinned, revealing shining fangs at the corners of her lips.

An arrow was drawn to her right: "Folded steel threatens my breast," she said sullenly. "And a swift hand guides it." She turned her head slowly towards the warrior beside her. "Recognise me, do you?"


ooc: that is so all i can do for now, i am so tired. you do what you liek with that situation, if its not a bit of a screwup, Lostyia. if it is, just tell me and i'll edit it.

[ethuiliel]

OOC: I'll just assume that Elanor is the "warrior". Was that your intention?

IC:
"The negotiations are going fine, it seems. There are some who don't want to cooperate, but the local Elves and Dwarves at least seem to be making good progress. We have the Elf king's son and his friend to thank for--" Suddenly, Elanor stopped. "We're not alone." She whispered.

Elanor tensed as the stranger stepped out and adressed them. She quickly strung her bow and knocked the arrow. "You! You work for Auza! I know you do, I've seen you! And now you show up here, soon after Ichein's murder. You have something to do with it! I know you do! And I won't let you hurt anyone else if I have to kill you myself." (OOC: lol )

[Eärloth]

well rock the hell on

btw i don't know, whoever Lostyia was with. I'll say Elanor

ic: A slow murmuring growl rumbled in Moriêl's throat like a deep purr; she titled her head sharply to either shoulder, cracking the bones and flexing the muscles in her neck, retreating from the focus of the arrow. "They do not expect welcome that emerge from Darkness," she murmured. "They see the sun and remember what they are." She cocked her head to one side, still surveying the archer with wide eyes. "Would it waste time with discussion aforehand? Is there not more satisfaction for it in the kill?"

Elanor released the arrow: and considering the force driving the shaft, the tip might have passed so far as to allow the wood to touch Moriêl's heart had she not attempted avoidance: it plunged into her right shoulder, just inches short of a true mark. The vampire sprang back, emitting a resounding roar as she landed, half-crouching and catlike on the soft soil. Her front teeth became jagged and her fangs touched on her bottom lip. She wrenched the dart from her shoulder and flung it aside.

Elanor had fit another arrow to the string of her bow, ready bent and targeting Moriêl. Moriêl however had ducked behind Coffin: a long nail held his head to the side, the tip digging in to the skin behind his ear. Elanor hesitated and Moriêl grinned, laying her spare hand over Coffin's chest. Her hands were wet with blood: she smeared it across her hostage's neck and sucked on it, allowing her teeth to pierce the hardened skin, not taking her eyes off Elanor. "I'm sure you could speak for both of us," she said, speaking directly for the first time. "Or would you prefer to listen?"


ooc: Lostyia i feel evil, i feel like i'm too much victimising Coffin, but its hard when you're not posting -- come back and kick sum Ã*rsse..!!!

[Telcontar_Dunedain]

Anfal heard the noise of a bow string twanging in the nearby graveyard. He had been keeping an eye on it ever since the latest murder. He quickly and silently put the fire out and put the pipe he had just finished smoking in one of his many pockets.
'Somethings going on here,' he thought to himself. 'Something more than this one murder.'
He loosened his long blade in it's sheath and picked up his long spear. Silently he hastened to one of the bushes that looked onto the grave yard. He saw a hobbit fitting another arrow to her bow and aiming it at a strange looking creature.
He gasped. It began to suck the blood of what looked to be a hostage. He was horrified. Jumping out of the bush he yelled.
"Aurë entuluva," and threw his spear at the vampire.