Posted by Alyson and Seriah on 5/20/2009, 7:33 am, in reply to "Re: A Merciless Ending To The Mercy Family"
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Returning his attention to Seriah, The Ranger asked in his native tongue, "Now you must answer a question of mine: Are you from Alyson's birthworld, Earth, or are you from The Realm of Dungeons and Dragons? And how did you cross the
barrier between those worlds appearing as an old woman on one while appearing as a young woman on the other?"
"I am from the Realm of Dungeon's and Dragons. I hail from the desert kingdoms. Long ago after my beloved was taken from me by another woman. A rival who had bewitched and seduced him. She turned him against me, telling lies, that only a tiefling does best." Pausing only to accurately flick darts into a nearby tree, "Those of my order are granted unusual long life after doing a initiate's quest to join. As for your question, as long as I remain here, I will stay young but
on Alyson's world where magic has diminished greatly and people do not believe in it, TIME catches up with you rather fast."
"I see," noted Willow Bark slipping on a pair of gloves, "Although there is something that I must ask of you, Seriah, can you please refrain from using the trees as targets for your poison darts?"
"My apologies, ranger."
The Ranger walked over to the damaged tree and carefully removed the offending darts before he comfortingly patted the elm and reassured it that it would heal in due time, "Trees are living things much as you and I are and can be poisoned just as easily as you or I can."
Seriah examined the darts that Willow pulled from the tree and shrugged, "These darts are mildly poisonous. A nero-toxin taken from a wasp, though dangerous. It will paralyze the victim for two to five days depending on the potency. Subtle yet very effective."
Willow Bark handed the darts back to Seriah before he saw Kana, Serna and War Scribe reappear, "Come, Seriah, it seems that we are needed once more now that our friends have returned."
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"Now?!" pleaded Waylon overhearing everything, "Now? Ya'll gonna' let us go! Kana, ya' had your fun an' games. Ya' branded me good. Now let us go. At least let da' rest of my kin go, I was da' one that whipped ya', I was da one dat beat ya', none of dem did nothin' to ya' unless I told dem ta' do it. 'ave pity on ma' kin, Kana, an' let dem re-turn back to Gorrius. Puh-leeze!"
Kana slowly turned to look at Waylon. A thought suddenly popped into her mind when he begged for his family. "It's a possibility, but you will need to explain something for me."
"Ah, Jiminy Christmas," the Gamer muttered. Louder he added, "Look, you kids get things straightened out between yourselves; I'm going to get things set up over here." With that, he walked over to a relatively clear area to the side of the road.
Waylon Mercy narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he studied Kana, "Whut do ya' want me ta explain?"
Kana raised an eyebrow at Waylon's tone. "The collars," was all she said.
"Thar a sign of ownership, Kana," Waylon began easily enough, "Each one is ewe-nique to each hunter an' thar family. No two are alike!"
Waylon paused before he continued with a sigh, "Thar is a power within ya', Kana. An old power, older dan da magic dat we use. Nimka, Myraa, Byrs, an' Synd--all of ya' have dis power. Da' collars keep ya'll from usin' dat power an' from tappin' into it. Without dem collars, only the dark gods of Gorrius know whut your kind can do. Hell, if ya'll didn't have those collars to begin with, ya' kind would probably be killin' each other off more'n dey do nowadays."
"Not much different than a Mage's collar," Huffed the elementalist, who seemed to be exceptional calm. To those around her, her appearance shimmered a bit to her original self, then right back to 'Evil Alyson'.
"Now dat I told ya' whut the collars can do," snapped Waylon with determination in his voice, "Do as ya' promised me. Free ma' kin an' let dem ree-turn to Gorrius! NOW!"
"You're not in a position to demand anything, Waylon Mercy," Alyson reminded the slaver.
