Date: 3/28/1999 8:20 PM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
There were many men who desired Stullen Evanderil's wife, but few were those who wished to wed her. She was like an exotic tigress: you wanted her, just not behind bars in a cage with you.
Janella Vallonia was her name. She was but eighteen summers old, lovely, dark, dangerous, with a cool, steadfast gaze and a strong, lush figure. Perhaps what drew the greatest attention was her proud, provocative swagger. Janella's hips almost always featured a weapons belt circling them, with a most magnificent blade sheathed therein, the longsword which Janella called "Vendetta." Those who met Janella wondered if she sharpened her tongue
alongside her sword; she could inflict barbs of pain with her speech alone. One could debate which element was the warrioress' best used - as well as most 'oft used - weapon. Passion and skill came quickly to Janella, no matter upon which field one encountered her.
Stullen Evanderil.
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Re: Stullen Evanderil.
Date: 3/28/1999 8:23 PM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
When Stullen's wife walked into the local tavern, conversations fell to a hush while men's eyes turned to see the infamous cruel beauty. It was said that before Janella had come to this town, she had been more than satisfied with those that she had visited in the past, and there was little doubt, and several wages made, as to how many hearts and heads she had broken along her travels. Some dared to whisper that she had killed outside the confines
of war, and had murdered for less than the price of bread.
Stullen felt both a mixture of resentment and pleasure for the wicked reputation that his fresh bride had. It was old news to him, and as for all the wild assumptions that these folk thrilled to, well, he enjoyed the bare facts most every night. If she was a handful in battle, she was even more so in bed, he fairly bragged. It was one way for him to deal with men's disgust and fascination.
Stullen had a reputation all his own, too, as a tough fighter, but despite his most determined efforts, Stullen could just not manipulate nor command like Janella could. It angered him and the couple would often argue, violently, especially when a potential employer insisted on hiring Janella alone. Instead of simply enjoying the notoriety which his wife had developed, and seizing the opportunity to capitalize on her transactions for the both of
them, Stullen grew jealous. The realization gnawed at his ego and the more he thought about it was the more he felt overshadowed by this fierce, alluring rival. How unfortunate it was that his strongest competition took the shape of his wife.
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When Stullen's wife walked into the local tavern, conversations fell to a hush while men's eyes turned to see the infamous cruel beauty. It was said that before Janella had come to this town, she had been more than satisfied with those that she had visited in the past, and there was little doubt, and several wages made, as to how many hearts and heads she had broken along her travels. Some dared to whisper that she had killed outside the confines
of war, and had murdered for less than the price of bread.
Stullen felt both a mixture of resentment and pleasure for the wicked reputation that his fresh bride had. It was old news to him, and as for all the wild assumptions that these folk thrilled to, well, he enjoyed the bare facts most every night. If she was a handful in battle, she was even more so in bed, he fairly bragged. It was one way for him to deal with men's disgust and fascination.
Stullen had a reputation all his own, too, as a tough fighter, but despite his most determined efforts, Stullen could just not manipulate nor command like Janella could. It angered him and the couple would often argue, violently, especially when a potential employer insisted on hiring Janella alone. Instead of simply enjoying the notoriety which his wife had developed, and seizing the opportunity to capitalize on her transactions for the both of
them, Stullen grew jealous. The realization gnawed at his ego and the more he thought about it was the more he felt overshadowed by this fierce, alluring rival. How unfortunate it was that his strongest competition took the shape of his wife.
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Re: Stullen Evanderil.
Date: 3/28/1999 8:30 PM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
They had met, about two seasons before, in the Dark Queen's army, as hired mercenaries. They fought alongside during the day and frequently shared a bedroll at night. However, the army, once a force to be reckoned with, was now dwindling in numbers. Then, some talk started circulating and it reached too many ears. Janella abandoned the camp when she heard that the Dragon Highlord was preparing to kill her for having relations with one of her own
lovers. It was true. Janella had slept with the man, but he wasn't worth sticking around for.
Stullen saw the occasion as the time to join with Janella. He didn't care for the dragonarmies much anyway nor did he tolerate the Dark Queen's draconian ranks well either. Stullen and Janella stole away together, into the night, and there was little attempt made to follow them. The Blue dragonarmy had greater problems to solve. It was the year 353 AC. Takhisis' Temple in Neraka had crumbled, thereby destroying the Dark Queen's gateway into the
world, and her forces were scattering day by day. Evil was turning in upon itself.
They traveled for days on foot, for the war-torn land held little that could be bought or pillaged. When there wasn't an Inn, they made camp not far from the road, taking turns at watch, or enjoying the night in heated, intimate hours. They decided that they would head for the southwest, through Lemish perhaps, and then cross the Newsea into Abanasinia. Or, maybe they'd go so far as Caergoth, and venture across the waters to Southern Ergoth. Both
Stullen and Janella were eager to see the rest of Krynn; two strong, ruthless fighters, willing to do anything or go anywhere, to not only survive, but to grow rich.
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They had met, about two seasons before, in the Dark Queen's army, as hired mercenaries. They fought alongside during the day and frequently shared a bedroll at night. However, the army, once a force to be reckoned with, was now dwindling in numbers. Then, some talk started circulating and it reached too many ears. Janella abandoned the camp when she heard that the Dragon Highlord was preparing to kill her for having relations with one of her own
lovers. It was true. Janella had slept with the man, but he wasn't worth sticking around for.
Stullen saw the occasion as the time to join with Janella. He didn't care for the dragonarmies much anyway nor did he tolerate the Dark Queen's draconian ranks well either. Stullen and Janella stole away together, into the night, and there was little attempt made to follow them. The Blue dragonarmy had greater problems to solve. It was the year 353 AC. Takhisis' Temple in Neraka had crumbled, thereby destroying the Dark Queen's gateway into the
world, and her forces were scattering day by day. Evil was turning in upon itself.
They traveled for days on foot, for the war-torn land held little that could be bought or pillaged. When there wasn't an Inn, they made camp not far from the road, taking turns at watch, or enjoying the night in heated, intimate hours. They decided that they would head for the southwest, through Lemish perhaps, and then cross the Newsea into Abanasinia. Or, maybe they'd go so far as Caergoth, and venture across the waters to Southern Ergoth. Both
Stullen and Janella were eager to see the rest of Krynn; two strong, ruthless fighters, willing to do anything or go anywhere, to not only survive, but to grow rich.
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Re: Stullen Evanderil.
Date: 3/28/1999 8:33 PM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
The roads were anything but peaceful. Bands of roving goblins, draconians, humans, and even ogres, were frequently encountered. The War of the Lance had left much chaos and confusion in its wake, and there were rumors that the land had not seen the last of it. Janella and Stullen continued towards the west, slaying packs of monsters along the trails, taking jobs as hired guards in some places, and robbing or conning their way through others.
Sometimes, Janella would work a tavern, plying several men in one night, showing the 'earned' coins to Stullen in the morning, as he'd growl but take his share. When Janella would object, contending that she'd done all the work, Stullen would appeal to her lust or hunger, indulging her with his hands or with truffles. The number of horses they stole, in the least, totaled to more than a dozen. If one town had heard of their coming, they'd direct
themselves elsewhere, and so they covered a good deal of ground, avoiding the forces of good at all times.
Although Stullen carried no guilt over killing, much less thieving, the warrior recognized the fact that Janella nursed perhaps even larger sins than he. Occasionally, Stullen would ask Janella about her fine sword and its matching dagger. He envied the gauntlets, which Janella also always wore. When pressed, Janella would snap at Stullen, threatening him and ordering him to "mind his own bloody business." Then, the anger would roll into passion,
and the two would gratify their tempers by expending them in lust. But, Stullen would continue to wonder, if not obsess, over the question of where a woman could've gotten such incredible weapons from.
Theirs was not a healthy relationship, but Janella was blinded with the fantasy that she was in love, of a sort, and Stullen equally believed, at times, that he had found his perfect match as well.
When an Inn with a bath presented itself, the two would bathe together, sponging the blood and dust from the road from their skin, and drying themselves with the fiery visions of wealth and glory that they each desired above all. They married on the day of Spring Dawning, and Janella was horrified when, much to her dismay, she was pronounced to be with child, following a celebration marking the time of Harrowing. Instead of feeling joyful at such a
revelation, Janella was sick with thoughts of pregnancy, disgusted with the possibility of never being able to follow her ambitions now that she'd be burdened so. Janella didn't want to be a mother.
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The roads were anything but peaceful. Bands of roving goblins, draconians, humans, and even ogres, were frequently encountered. The War of the Lance had left much chaos and confusion in its wake, and there were rumors that the land had not seen the last of it. Janella and Stullen continued towards the west, slaying packs of monsters along the trails, taking jobs as hired guards in some places, and robbing or conning their way through others.
Sometimes, Janella would work a tavern, plying several men in one night, showing the 'earned' coins to Stullen in the morning, as he'd growl but take his share. When Janella would object, contending that she'd done all the work, Stullen would appeal to her lust or hunger, indulging her with his hands or with truffles. The number of horses they stole, in the least, totaled to more than a dozen. If one town had heard of their coming, they'd direct
themselves elsewhere, and so they covered a good deal of ground, avoiding the forces of good at all times.
Although Stullen carried no guilt over killing, much less thieving, the warrior recognized the fact that Janella nursed perhaps even larger sins than he. Occasionally, Stullen would ask Janella about her fine sword and its matching dagger. He envied the gauntlets, which Janella also always wore. When pressed, Janella would snap at Stullen, threatening him and ordering him to "mind his own bloody business." Then, the anger would roll into passion,
and the two would gratify their tempers by expending them in lust. But, Stullen would continue to wonder, if not obsess, over the question of where a woman could've gotten such incredible weapons from.
Theirs was not a healthy relationship, but Janella was blinded with the fantasy that she was in love, of a sort, and Stullen equally believed, at times, that he had found his perfect match as well.
When an Inn with a bath presented itself, the two would bathe together, sponging the blood and dust from the road from their skin, and drying themselves with the fiery visions of wealth and glory that they each desired above all. They married on the day of Spring Dawning, and Janella was horrified when, much to her dismay, she was pronounced to be with child, following a celebration marking the time of Harrowing. Instead of feeling joyful at such a
revelation, Janella was sick with thoughts of pregnancy, disgusted with the possibility of never being able to follow her ambitions now that she'd be burdened so. Janella didn't want to be a mother.
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Re: Stullen Evanderil.
Date: 3/28/1999 8:37 PM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
And Stullen didn't want to be a father, either, despite what most other men would feel. He had married Janella, but did he need a son right now, he asked himself. What if Janella gave birth to a daughter, he complained. Children needed a home, a stable place to sleep, food to eat, and clothes to wear. Stullen had either none or little of any of those. This was terrible, he knew. He couldn't allow Janella to give birth, it just wouldn't work.
It didn't fit into their plans.
A child didn't fit into his plan, he thought, with bitterness. Stullen Evanderil's plan, that is. The fighter began to consider his options, some way to get around his dilemma, some way to get around Janella herself. Perhaps it was time for him to move on, and seek his fortunes alone without her. But, Janella would never let him do that, would she. Janella Vallonia would not understand. She would come after him, hating him for leaving
her, and Stullen knew that Janella would hunt him until she'd see him dead. Based on this, Stullen drew up a plan, and also led himself to believe that his path would be that much easier if he had the exquisite weapons that his wife held so very dear to her heart for his own. Or, he could sell them, for quite an amount of steel - steel being valued over gold in Krynn - and live a very comfortable life.
Some days passed after the couple had learned of Janella's expectant state, but they didn't talk much about it. Janella noticed that Stullen was keeping to himself, either outside or among the taverns. It left Janella feeling increasingly worse, as she entertained foul, dark ideas, and finally, late one night, Stullen stumbled, ripe from drink, into their temporary room above the Inn only to find that his wife was mysteriously missing.
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And Stullen didn't want to be a father, either, despite what most other men would feel. He had married Janella, but did he need a son right now, he asked himself. What if Janella gave birth to a daughter, he complained. Children needed a home, a stable place to sleep, food to eat, and clothes to wear. Stullen had either none or little of any of those. This was terrible, he knew. He couldn't allow Janella to give birth, it just wouldn't work.
It didn't fit into their plans.
A child didn't fit into his plan, he thought, with bitterness. Stullen Evanderil's plan, that is. The fighter began to consider his options, some way to get around his dilemma, some way to get around Janella herself. Perhaps it was time for him to move on, and seek his fortunes alone without her. But, Janella would never let him do that, would she. Janella Vallonia would not understand. She would come after him, hating him for leaving
her, and Stullen knew that Janella would hunt him until she'd see him dead. Based on this, Stullen drew up a plan, and also led himself to believe that his path would be that much easier if he had the exquisite weapons that his wife held so very dear to her heart for his own. Or, he could sell them, for quite an amount of steel - steel being valued over gold in Krynn - and live a very comfortable life.
Some days passed after the couple had learned of Janella's expectant state, but they didn't talk much about it. Janella noticed that Stullen was keeping to himself, either outside or among the taverns. It left Janella feeling increasingly worse, as she entertained foul, dark ideas, and finally, late one night, Stullen stumbled, ripe from drink, into their temporary room above the Inn only to find that his wife was mysteriously missing.
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Re: Stullen Evanderil.
Date: 3/28/1999 8:40 PM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
The woman wore the black robes and medallion which denoted her as a servant of Takhisis, the Queen of Darkness. She studied Janella with her good, milky white and blue eye, chirping with a low, grim sound of delight. Janella sat upon a wood floor, before the priestess and a dancing, red fire. The power being summoned was palpable in the air. Janella gazed, unflinchingly, back at the gray haired cleric, who now began to chant, as Janella felt the
woman reach into her with something, the Gods knew what, and seemingly withdraw part of Janella's own being out. The fire between them burned hotter than before, and the priestess' body became alive with moving shadows. A vile, wretched sensation seized Janella, as an image of Krynn's goddess of evil rose up in her mind and laughed, so loud and terrible that the fighter thought she'd be struck deaf from the roar. The old woman was laughing too,
and then the fire's flames dropped in the pit, and Janella's eyes closed in the dark. She had paid the priestess to rid her of the baby growing within her, and naturally, the cleric had passed the child on to her patron, Takhisis, the Dark Queen.
What seemed as hours later, earlier even, for the dawn had not yet arrived, Janella awoke to realize that she was in her bed at the Inn. Her pants were torn, her loose shirt ripped, and a sickening, unnatural emptiness sat in her womb. Visions of blood, smeared over her belly, made her twitch. Janella stared, wide-eyed, up to the ceiling, and then screamed, as Stullen was suddenly on top of her.
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The woman wore the black robes and medallion which denoted her as a servant of Takhisis, the Queen of Darkness. She studied Janella with her good, milky white and blue eye, chirping with a low, grim sound of delight. Janella sat upon a wood floor, before the priestess and a dancing, red fire. The power being summoned was palpable in the air. Janella gazed, unflinchingly, back at the gray haired cleric, who now began to chant, as Janella felt the
woman reach into her with something, the Gods knew what, and seemingly withdraw part of Janella's own being out. The fire between them burned hotter than before, and the priestess' body became alive with moving shadows. A vile, wretched sensation seized Janella, as an image of Krynn's goddess of evil rose up in her mind and laughed, so loud and terrible that the fighter thought she'd be struck deaf from the roar. The old woman was laughing too,
and then the fire's flames dropped in the pit, and Janella's eyes closed in the dark. She had paid the priestess to rid her of the baby growing within her, and naturally, the cleric had passed the child on to her patron, Takhisis, the Dark Queen.
What seemed as hours later, earlier even, for the dawn had not yet arrived, Janella awoke to realize that she was in her bed at the Inn. Her pants were torn, her loose shirt ripped, and a sickening, unnatural emptiness sat in her womb. Visions of blood, smeared over her belly, made her twitch. Janella stared, wide-eyed, up to the ceiling, and then screamed, as Stullen was suddenly on top of her.
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Re: Stullen Evanderil.
Date: 3/28/1999 8:43 PM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
He attempted to clamp her mouth shut with his palm. "You worthlessh, filthy whore! I knock you up, and even then you play the bloody harlot?" Stullen reached to grab at her throat, his shouting slurred from liquor, as Janella writhed under him, kicking desperately. "Where were you? Where are my damn coins! No wife of mine will have her men without my bloody share!" Her husband was enraged.
The bed seemed to be sliding across the room. Somewhere, below and next door, folk were awakened by the sound of a struggle. Janella managed to grab her dagger, Terminus, and was forced into the defensive as, much to her horror, Stullen drew not his sword, but hers, brandishing Vendetta with cold, drunken fury in his eyes. He swore, on his life, that he'd kill her, end their pathetic union, and claim her precious blades as his own, and rushed her,
swinging.
Janella never had the chance to tell her husband the truth of where she had gone. She entertained the false notion that she had done it for him, and for them together, but in truth, Janella knew, she had acted for herself alone. The warrioress now realized, rather abruptly, that it didn't matter. This was a fight to the death. Though crushed by the impact of what was happening, Janella wasn't ready to die, and certainly not at Stullen
Evanderil's hands. This was what marriage brought; this is what promises made to a man had given her, Janella sneered. She raised Terminus to strike, as she heard men bringing blows to the room door's opposite side, and she prepared to make herself a widow when Stullen charged her. Then, Stullen unexpectedly fell to his knees before reaching her, crying out in surprise as Janella's longsword suddenly became heavier than a pile of rocks. To
Janella, it looked as though he had tripped on a floorboard, but she didn't hesitate. Wincing from abdominal pain, she lunged for Stullen, just as the door into the room broke down with nearly a score of men piling in.
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He attempted to clamp her mouth shut with his palm. "You worthlessh, filthy whore! I knock you up, and even then you play the bloody harlot?" Stullen reached to grab at her throat, his shouting slurred from liquor, as Janella writhed under him, kicking desperately. "Where were you? Where are my damn coins! No wife of mine will have her men without my bloody share!" Her husband was enraged.
The bed seemed to be sliding across the room. Somewhere, below and next door, folk were awakened by the sound of a struggle. Janella managed to grab her dagger, Terminus, and was forced into the defensive as, much to her horror, Stullen drew not his sword, but hers, brandishing Vendetta with cold, drunken fury in his eyes. He swore, on his life, that he'd kill her, end their pathetic union, and claim her precious blades as his own, and rushed her,
swinging.
Janella never had the chance to tell her husband the truth of where she had gone. She entertained the false notion that she had done it for him, and for them together, but in truth, Janella knew, she had acted for herself alone. The warrioress now realized, rather abruptly, that it didn't matter. This was a fight to the death. Though crushed by the impact of what was happening, Janella wasn't ready to die, and certainly not at Stullen
Evanderil's hands. This was what marriage brought; this is what promises made to a man had given her, Janella sneered. She raised Terminus to strike, as she heard men bringing blows to the room door's opposite side, and she prepared to make herself a widow when Stullen charged her. Then, Stullen unexpectedly fell to his knees before reaching her, crying out in surprise as Janella's longsword suddenly became heavier than a pile of rocks. To
Janella, it looked as though he had tripped on a floorboard, but she didn't hesitate. Wincing from abdominal pain, she lunged for Stullen, just as the door into the room broke down with nearly a score of men piling in.
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Re: Stullen Evanderil.
Date: 3/28/1999 8:46 PM Central Daylight Time
From: JadedDeath
They shouted loudly, swarming around the bed and converging towards the far wall. Janella and Stullen were strangers to the Inn folk, but the Innkeeper was not above barging into his guests' rooms if they were about to damage his property. He flailed a cudgel high in the air, but no one seemed to care as there was a spray of blood from below.
Terminus sunk into the back of Stullen's leg, and then everyone was showered with glass as Janella's husband, and would-be killer, dove out the window past her, down two stories below.
The world flooded in around her, and Janella fought her way from the room to the stairs, running out to the back of the Inn. But Stullen was gone by the time she reached the spot below her window, with no sign, not even a blood trail, to show Janella which direction he had fled to.
Janella went back inside, to retrieve Vendetta, her gauntlets and other belongings, and to pay the Innkeeper for the mess. She vowed to hunt Stullen, silently plotting revenge, marking him as a blood enemy. Someday, she'd find him.
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They shouted loudly, swarming around the bed and converging towards the far wall. Janella and Stullen were strangers to the Inn folk, but the Innkeeper was not above barging into his guests' rooms if they were about to damage his property. He flailed a cudgel high in the air, but no one seemed to care as there was a spray of blood from below.
Terminus sunk into the back of Stullen's leg, and then everyone was showered with glass as Janella's husband, and would-be killer, dove out the window past her, down two stories below.
The world flooded in around her, and Janella fought her way from the room to the stairs, running out to the back of the Inn. But Stullen was gone by the time she reached the spot below her window, with no sign, not even a blood trail, to show Janella which direction he had fled to.
Janella went back inside, to retrieve Vendetta, her gauntlets and other belongings, and to pay the Innkeeper for the mess. She vowed to hunt Stullen, silently plotting revenge, marking him as a blood enemy. Someday, she'd find him.