From: eibhleanoriain@aol.com (Eibhlean O Riain)
Date: 21 May 2002 01:52:00 EDT
:: Eibhleann walked slowly down the dusty road, the dust sticks to her skin in the warm heat of the early spring morning. She pushes back the damp ringlets from her heart shaped face, and tries to adjust the pack as she trudges onward. Honor hangs in it's leather sheath from her left shoulder further weighting her down, the large Irish Ax on her right hip overbalancing her the
opposite direction. She almost looked like a peddler with her weapons and her pack, if it wasn't for her very small size. More than once on this journey she had had to use Honor, when men thought they could take whatever they wanted from her. They learned to their detriment that she was not a child, a peddler, nor easy prey.
Somewhere up ahead was the past. Somewhere up ahead was the future. Somewhere up ahead was her family, or what was left of them. All she had now was her mothers sword, her fathers ax and the name she'd been given.
She smiled broadly at the thought and shouted to the trees as she passed:
"I am Eibhleann StrongBow O' Riain !
And tis time for those in RhyDin ta pay the piper!"
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From: eibhleanoriain@aol.com (Eibhlean O Riain)
Date: 21 May 2002 17:55:04 EDT
:: The sun felt warm on her face, bringing her from dream to reality. She had been very tired when she had finally succumbed to her weariness and sought a place to bed down away from the road. She was so bone tired that she hadn't even lit a fire, nor eaten anything. Alas, her pack was light of food and heavy with the weight of the journals, their weight being a sweet
sadness on her heart.
Her dreams as she slept had been filled with fractured images from her all too brief childhood in Rhy-Din. Many faces swept past her, their names lost to her although it seemed their voices called to her. When she woke she was disorientated, the glade she had slept in seemed enclosed by the forest, no opening from it visible.
A shiver moved down her spine and she scrambled to her pack, quickly tossing it over a shoulder. She stood, picked up 'Honor' and the Ax, and walked to the nearest trees. There was no space, even for such a small person, to squeeze between them.
Eibhleann walked slowly around the glade searching for an opening." there must be a path in" she muttered, " or how can I be here?" she tsked softly and turned slowly to take in the whole glade, noting as she did how the center rose in a small knoll. She walked up the slight incline and stopped, unable to comprehend just what she was seeing. Eight stones lay in a small circle in the center, each one with a name etched into it. Five of the
stones had swords rising majestically from them:
"Truth" had a simple claymore as it's companion ;
"Justice" belonged to the shining hand and a half sword with a blue sapphire embedded in the pommel.
There was the Great Axe "Courage",
the Broad Sword "Hope" shining in silver and gold,
and the Great Sword "Champion" standing taller than all but the claymore.
Three empty spaces dwelt in the midst of the impaled blades, and Eibhleann spoke their names outloud...
"Faith,
Integrity
and
Honor"
As the words died on her lips, the whole seemed to deafen to the 'CRACK' that filled the glade. The sun shone brighter as she made her way to the narrow path between the trees and the base of the mound. She found herself whistling an Irish tune as she hefted 'Honor' again to her shoulder. Each step forward bringing her nearer to Rhy-din and her destiny.
Behind her the glade whispered as the swords, long waiting for new champions, called to the hearts of those who might find this place once more and claim them anew. ::
((if you choose to take a sword from one of the stones, please follow the Arthurian legend type of storyline, but embellish to your own measure.))
Date: 21 May 2002 17:55:04 EDT
:: The sun felt warm on her face, bringing her from dream to reality. She had been very tired when she had finally succumbed to her weariness and sought a place to bed down away from the road. She was so bone tired that she hadn't even lit a fire, nor eaten anything. Alas, her pack was light of food and heavy with the weight of the journals, their weight being a sweet
sadness on her heart.
Her dreams as she slept had been filled with fractured images from her all too brief childhood in Rhy-Din. Many faces swept past her, their names lost to her although it seemed their voices called to her. When she woke she was disorientated, the glade she had slept in seemed enclosed by the forest, no opening from it visible.
A shiver moved down her spine and she scrambled to her pack, quickly tossing it over a shoulder. She stood, picked up 'Honor' and the Ax, and walked to the nearest trees. There was no space, even for such a small person, to squeeze between them.
Eibhleann walked slowly around the glade searching for an opening." there must be a path in" she muttered, " or how can I be here?" she tsked softly and turned slowly to take in the whole glade, noting as she did how the center rose in a small knoll. She walked up the slight incline and stopped, unable to comprehend just what she was seeing. Eight stones lay in a small circle in the center, each one with a name etched into it. Five of the
stones had swords rising majestically from them:
"Truth" had a simple claymore as it's companion ;
"Justice" belonged to the shining hand and a half sword with a blue sapphire embedded in the pommel.
There was the Great Axe "Courage",
the Broad Sword "Hope" shining in silver and gold,
and the Great Sword "Champion" standing taller than all but the claymore.
Three empty spaces dwelt in the midst of the impaled blades, and Eibhleann spoke their names outloud...
"Faith,
Integrity
and
Honor"
As the words died on her lips, the whole seemed to deafen to the 'CRACK' that filled the glade. The sun shone brighter as she made her way to the narrow path between the trees and the base of the mound. She found herself whistling an Irish tune as she hefted 'Honor' again to her shoulder. Each step forward bringing her nearer to Rhy-din and her destiny.
Behind her the glade whispered as the swords, long waiting for new champions, called to the hearts of those who might find this place once more and claim them anew. ::
((if you choose to take a sword from one of the stones, please follow the Arthurian legend type of storyline, but embellish to your own measure.))
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From: eibhleanoriain@aol.com (Eibhlean O Riain)
Date: 22 May 2002 01:20:43 EDT
:: Eibhleann entered Rhy-Din, suprised at the emptiness ... the lack of commerce .... the unswept streets. She sat down on a bench in the main square and pulled the journal from her travel pouch and read :
The town has grown sa much o' late I hardly can believe it. People are everywhere, and new duelers arrive daily. Sometimes tis hard ta get a chance ta duel and ye be lucky te have a duel or two o' an evenin', due te the packed rooms. Tis a lucky lass I be te be here, in this place with the dashin' men and the ladies with their swords and their wit. Rhy-Din must be the faire flower o' the world.'
Eibhleann looked quietly around her, the Arena was closed it's hours were listed as thurs thru sunday. She walked te the Outback and pushed open the doors. She recognised the room not just from it's description from the journals, but her memory o' her childhood was returning. She leaned against a beam and pulled a journal from her cloak. Inside were drawings o' the friends o' her parents, and enemies te be avoided. she noted two o' the
former from the drawings and nodding her head twice, she made her way te the door and quietly left only a whisper o' regret for what haed been lost past her lips.
She haed nae gone too far when a voice whispered from behind her "How true" . It was one o' the two who she haed seen in the book, an so she knew already where she stood with him. Her smile came easy as they talked briefly, and she thought that mayhaps the spark o' the Golden Days still abides somewhere in these halls. ::
Date: 22 May 2002 01:20:43 EDT
:: Eibhleann entered Rhy-Din, suprised at the emptiness ... the lack of commerce .... the unswept streets. She sat down on a bench in the main square and pulled the journal from her travel pouch and read :
The town has grown sa much o' late I hardly can believe it. People are everywhere, and new duelers arrive daily. Sometimes tis hard ta get a chance ta duel and ye be lucky te have a duel or two o' an evenin', due te the packed rooms. Tis a lucky lass I be te be here, in this place with the dashin' men and the ladies with their swords and their wit. Rhy-Din must be the faire flower o' the world.'
Eibhleann looked quietly around her, the Arena was closed it's hours were listed as thurs thru sunday. She walked te the Outback and pushed open the doors. She recognised the room not just from it's description from the journals, but her memory o' her childhood was returning. She leaned against a beam and pulled a journal from her cloak. Inside were drawings o' the friends o' her parents, and enemies te be avoided. she noted two o' the
former from the drawings and nodding her head twice, she made her way te the door and quietly left only a whisper o' regret for what haed been lost past her lips.
She haed nae gone too far when a voice whispered from behind her "How true" . It was one o' the two who she haed seen in the book, an so she knew already where she stood with him. Her smile came easy as they talked briefly, and she thought that mayhaps the spark o' the Golden Days still abides somewhere in these halls. ::