Author:
Silhouette
[ Edit | View ]
|
Date Posted: 15:13:34 03/07/02 Thu
*idly she brains it against a wall, and puts it in a large crevice in the wall. She also snaps a gleaming, small stalactite from the ceiling and adds this as well. Outside the lair, she finds a white foxglove, spotted with red like beads of blood. She remebers its murderous tendencies (OOC: It was often ground up into a poison tea that was drunk by prison inmates to kill them. Oooh, Grisly!)) she plucks it, feeling a sharp prick of energy as she pulls it from the stem; she chooses several more perfect specimens, then suddenly takes flight and with amazing speed flits out of the territory to the hunting grounds.
She finds the skull of an elk, antlers and all, and drops the foxglove inside to keep them safe as she flies again, but this time to a human village. She lays the antlered skull and foxgloves down in a safe place, and with little ado, raids the kitchens of the village lord's house.* ~Lucky I'm small,~ *she thinks, smirking, even though the great hall leading into the kitchen is still a rather tight fit. The kitchen drudges, followed by the fat cook, exit rather ingloriously through an open window, used to let smoke out, as Silhouette takes what she needs. She dumps the flour out of a sack to more easily transport her things.
The amazing healing and strengthening qualities of salt makes her take a pouchful, and following it goes a bottle of hazel, nutmeg oil, and of course, some aged white arbor wine.
A tunnel and a strange smell announced the alchemists/"wizards," next door, trying, as usual, to turn lead to gold. With a roar she startles the alchemists out and heads right in, taking a silver chain, a vial of mercury, chunk of gold, and a chunk of red phosphorus, cobalt, and a polished jade stone. She heads calmly back out, sack thrown over her back, and adds the stag skull and foxgloves to it. Then she hunts down a magpie and with a quick snap, severs its green-black, gleaming wing from its body, then eats the rest as a snack. A thought strikes her, and she returns to the village. Off in a field, the young men of the community wrestle and practice swordplay. She selects the strongest of the youths and divebombs him, while the others scatter, screaming in fear; those brave enough to attack her are quickly thrown aside like rag dolls. She opens a slit in his upper arm, which spurts blood, then emits a steady flow. She fills her vial with blood, corks it, and speaks.* ~You live for now, mortal.~
*She flies off again, and returns back to the training chambers, where she lays out all her materials for Raistlin's approval. Idly she uncorks the wine bottle and takes a quick swig, swishing it around in her mouth in luxurious appreciation before swallowing. She waits quietly, the warm bottle of blood held lightly in one talon.
[ Post a Reply to This Message ]
|
Feedback: 