Ascending Legends

[BookWyrm]

"Daylight's wasting." Dayn hoped that sounded optimistic. He managed to get himself dressed and his jacket on, but by the time he sat down to pull on his boots his hands cramped up again. "Dammit."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn had equipped her new dagger and wrapped the leather around the handle of her sword, putting that on her belt as well. When she heard Dayn cursing, she took his hands in hers and lightly kissed his cheek.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn smiled as he looked up at Arryn. "I'd like to hold you right now, but my hands seem to be disagreeing with me at the moment." He looked down at his boots and back to his hands. "You wouldn't mind helping me with something would you?"

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn nodded and helped him get his boots on. She could only try to guess how embarrassing this was for Dayn, but she didn't mind at all.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn leaned down and kissed Arryn's cheek before wrapping his hands around her neck. He pulled her close, resting his head on her shoulder. "Thank you Arryn." He rubbed his hand on her back to the best of his ability. "I might be useless for a little while, but we can still go."

 

[Dragongal]

"You're never useless, love." Arryn stood up and gave Dayn a hand before they left. The walk to the barn was rather somber, but she held Dayn's hand the whole way there.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn stopped when they have arrived in the field in front of the barn, squeezing Arryn's hand as he felt his heart begin to pound out of his chest. "I know we need to go back in there.....but I can't seem to pull myself any closer."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn turned to face Dayn, reaching up and gently caressing his cheek. "Hey, it's okay. I know this is hard. Just focus on me, okay?" She'd experienced the same thing when she'd tried to get close to the church. Focusing on Dayn had been her only option, and she'd pushed through with his help.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn smiled, finally pulling his eyes off of the barn and onto Arryn as he nodded. "Alright." He squeezed her hand before finally walking forward towards the entrance of the barn. When they got close enough Dayn held his arm out in front of Arryn before realizing what he'd done. "I...last time didn't end well. I didn't want you to get hurt."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn smiled reassuringly and said, "Nothing's in there, Dayn. It's okay. Here, I'll put a shield around us as we walk in, okay?" A blue-tinted dome formed around them, moving with them as they walked forward. Her defensive magic felt odd, but she assumed that that was from the lycanthropy.

 

[BookWyrm]

Even with the shield up Dayn shuddered when he walked under the spot on the ceiling where the hooks had been latched. He squeezed Arryn's hand tighter, holding it that way until they had passed under the spot where he'd been ambushed. Dayn realized that he'd been holding his breath the whole time. He turned around and held Arryn tight against him as he finally caught his breath.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn let Dayn hold her as he caught his breath, before gently pulling away. She looked around. "The body's gone, so are the weapons." She got an idea and sniffed the air a bit. Matthias. "They got rid of the body. The hooks...." Arryn sniffed around a bit, finding the scent of the bloodied silver and walking to a corner, shifting straw aside. "Here."

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn walked over and growled when he finally saw the bloodied hooks over in the corner. "Be careful around those love." He moved up a little closer, or at least as close as he could before it became uncomfortable. "Why did they dispose of the body and not the weapons?"

 

[Dragongal]

"Weapons don't burn, and stay in shape long after their burying." Arryn held him close and gently nuzzled against his neck, before walking back over to the hooks. She could smell the burnt blood on the silver, but she managed to keep her head clear enough. She wrapped her hands in her cloak and picked up the hooks, looking them over in the light. "Hiding them, we can come back after a suitable amount of time and smelt them." She turned the weapons slowly, looking for markings. "I may have found something...."

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn walked over and looked over the hook. Along the blades and shafts of the weapons were runes etched into the silver. "They are arcane runes of some kind." Dayn moved a little closer to get a better look. "I'm not exactly sure, but it looks like they were enchanted with some kind of dark magic."

 

[Dragongal]

"I'd guess they're archaic runes. I can't read them, but i avoided dark magic study. It hurt my head. .. probably my lineage now that ithink of it." Arryn looked over the weapons for afew more moments, then said, "Well, you know who would know."

 

[BookWyrm]

"Hold on." Dayn moved closer still, getting within inches of the weapons to look over the runes. The runes were black, from dried and burnt blood. "Blood runes. I've read about them before. They only activate when blood flows through them, and from then the victim is afflicted with whatever enchantment was etched into them."

 

[Dragongal]

"Well... do you know the enchantment or how to break the cast?"

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn shook his head. "I can't read them, so I'm not exactly sure what they have done to me. The book I read about them in was a brief overview. It's not a common form of dark magic. If the hunter used them, well, he was no ordinary hunter that's for sure."

 

[Dragongal]

"Libro. We'll take them to libro, okay?" He would know. He could help.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn found enough humor to laugh. "That crazy old dwarf is definitely proving his worth." Dayn looked around for something to haul the silver weapons in. Luckily there was an old piece of thick cloth laying around. He took out his dagger and cut it into a couple of pieces before walking back to Arryn. They carefully laid the weapons in the cloth before wrapping them and tying them with the strands that he'd cut. "Even with the cloth I don't like holding these things." He hefted the bundle onto his shoulder with a quiet groan before turning back to Arryn and holding his hand out to her. "Better be on our way then."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn took her hand, hesitantly asking, "Do you want me to help carry some?"

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn shook his head. "I can manage for now. Lets just get to the pass and see how things are then." He smiled as they walked off towards Libro's home.

 

[Dragongal]

They arrived without mishap, Arryn going in front of Dayn into Libro's home and calling out. She wouldn't let Dayn cross the datk magic barrierwhile he carried the weapons. The old dwarf walked over, looking a the two. "Well... why are you back again? Is something wrong? "

 

[BookWyrm]

"One of these days I swear we will come over for tea and a nice chat, but unfortunately peril has set it's sights on us both here recently." Dayn laid down the bundle before looking back to Libro. "I ran into a hunter not long ago. Tried to kill me, used hollowed bolts filled with silver flecks, and these." He unrolled the bundle carefully, making sure to stay away from the damned silver. "He set a trap for me, Arryn was the bait. Each one of these weapons has blood runes inscribed on them. I haven't been able to make them out, so we came to you."