Kathena and Ryn Come Face to Face - AGAIN

Ilmryn Xyltyn: Ryn moves silently through the Underdark, stopping to admire one of the Jabress' spiders. He was glad she was gone, still now and then his thoughts lingered to her and not ALL of it was bad.

Ilmryn in the Underdrk

Ilmryn Xyltyn: He slipped quietly from the Underdark into the forboding forest that lay just outside. He needed to do SOMETHING. Just some little thing. He scratched his chin and thought of the Shire. "Wonder if there are any hobbits I can put an end to," he hissed and moved quickly adjusting the bow on his back.

Ilmryn

Kathena Mavendorf: The sounds of the birds and the water lapping by the shore make her so relaxed that she drifts off to sleep without realizing it.

Ilmryn Xyltyn: As he crossed the bridge toward Cheshire, he snarled. The air was not to his liking and certainly not the scenery. Shead we some farmers traveling from Cheeshire back home. He moved to the trees as a hand reached for his bow. A smirk covered his lips as he stepped from behind a tree and let loose an arrow at a farmer, then the other. The arrows made their mark, nothing lethal, just enough to let the Druid King know he was back.

Kathena Mavendorf becomes slightly restless as she begins to dream. The darkness in her mind conjuring memories of her captivity with the Drows and her battle with the demon. The images frighten her, making her tremble as she sleeps.

Ilmryn Xyltyn: As he neared the bridge leading to the shire, he caught a glimpse of a small island laying just outward from Cheshire and he began the arduous journey though high grasses and broken trees. He began to cross the earthen bridge to the island.

Ryn Heading Toward Kathena's Island

Ilmryn Xyltyn: Reaching the island and walking through what appears a small pass leading further, he stops and smirks as he sees someone just ahead ...the GYPSY.

Kathena Mavendorf moans and mumbles in her sleep, the monsters all too real in her mind.

Katheen Sleeping

Ilmryn Xyltyn slips behind a tree, draws his bow, nocks the arrow tightly and pulls back on the bow only to release the arrow to land only inches below her elbow.

Kathena Mavendorf wakes with a start! She falls off the log she'd been resting on, down onto the ground and looks around in a panic. "Who's there?!"

Ilmryn Xyltyn hesitates a moment before revealing him. He is laughing maniacally.

Kathena Mavendorf jumps to her feet looking around for the source of the arrow and her heart nearly stops at the sight of him. "NO! You're not real! It's in my head." She repeats to herself closing her eyes tight in an attempt to make him disappear.

Kathena and Ilmryn

Kathena Mavendorf: These nightmares have been plaguing her for months. It seems they are getting worse, since she's now hallucinating. She shakes her head trying to get the image out of her mind.

Ilmryn Xyltyn: "Sssiring Gypsy," uk ssarne. "Ol uriu tlus ji verve yol vaen udos tha."
Ilmryn Xyltyn: ("Greeting Gypsy," he snarls. "It has been so long since last we met.")

Ilmryn Xyltyn steps closer aand breathes in the stench of the human.

Kathena Mavendorf opens her eyes, fearful tears forming in her eyes. She pulls her small dagger and points it at him. "No! You're not real! You're dead. I know you're dead!"

"Ilmryn Xyltyn: "Dos zhaun? T'yin ele ulu keeshe ulu Isilon tir folbol nindel zhah naut ghil... Gypsy."
Ilmryn Xyltyn: ("You know? Then why to dagger to warn off something that is not here... Gypsy.")

Kathena Mavendorf hears the words coming from him but doesn't understand anything. She looks panicked and starts to back away slowly.

Ilmryn Xyltyn laughs, not a warm kind of laugh, "I forgot you are a mere human and do not understand my language, Gypsy."

Kathena Mavendorf eyes wide, she looks at him in horror. "Wake up! Oh gods please let me wake up!" She cries out in a weak attempt to get herself out of the delusion."

Ilmryn Xyltyn narrows his eyes and closes the distance, "You are AWAKE Gypsy. Must I prove it to you?"

Kathena Mavendorf she takes another step back keeping her eyes on him. "Don't talk to it. He's not there." she mumbles to herself.

Ilmryn Xyltyn fingers at the dagger on his belt and slowly draws it out as he moves to her, holding out the free hand. Test this dream of yours, Gypsy. See if... I bleed."

Kathena Mavendorf looks at his outstretched hand and wonders if she should try to touch it. She needs to know....know for certain if she's losing her mind. She looks at his hand and using her dagger swiftly slices across the palm of his hand.

Kathena Mavendorf her eyes grow wide in amazement at seeing him bleed before her. The blood staining her dagger.

Ilmryn Xyltyn: "uns'aa satiira ukt jindurn golorhin gtaunt lu'inthuul," feeling his face grow taunt and cold.
Ilmryn Xyltyn: "Well done Gypsy," he hisses as he jerks her arm, pulling her closer and then his bloody hand touches her cheeks tight on either side, smearing the blood on her.

Kathena Mavendorf realizes immediately that he is all too real and that she's in his grasp. She pulls away hard trying to get lose from his grip. The feeling of his blood dripping from her face making her put aside her fear. Her survival instinct making her a dangerous animal.

Ilmryn Xyltyn cocks his head to the side, "Ah Gypsy, I MUST be real," he says as he  sees the fear in her

Kathena Mavendorf is able to get lose from his grip and backs away, holding her dagger out in front of her. "How is this possible? Why are you here?!"

Kathena

Ilmryn Xyltyn lets out a sardonic laugh as he reaches his hand to his mouth and with the tip of a tongue, licks up his palm.

Kathena Mavendorf her fearful face changes to one of rage at hearing him laugh. "Laugh it up Drow! Won't be laughing when I rip your tongue out."

Ilmryn Xyltyn licks his tongue slowly, soaking up the blood from his lips and hisses at her, "Why are You always so testy Gypsy?"

Kathena Mavendorf gasps at his remark and with anger launches herself at him dagger in hand.

Kathena Mavendorf screams as she sticks her blade deep into his shoulder. Pulling back in surprise at the very solid hit.

Ilmryn Xyltyn quickly moves to the left to avoid the dagger's contact and  flashes his own dagger at her.

Ilmryn Xyltyn: He is not fast enough and as he tried to dodge the blow, her dagger rips into his shoulder and there was a look of surprise on his face as his own dagger pushes quickly at her body.

Kathena Mavendorf is able to dodge his dagger as she moves away from his reach.

Kathena Mavendorf stands at the ready a smirk painted on her face. "Is that the best you got Drow?" she grins at him.

Ilmryn Xyltyn growls and rushes fast toward her, his dagger pushing toward her, "I will win this day, Gypsy. ...just like the last time. I should have killed you when I had the chaance.

Kathena Mavendorf gasps at the sudden attack, too slow to avoid his dagger this time.

Ilmryn Xyltyn lets out a low growl as his dagger makes its mark and slices into her bare side.

Kathena Mavendorf lets out a scream as the dagger pierces her skin. She grabs her side, the pain making it hard for her to focus.

Ilmryn Xyltyn reaches out to grab her... push her down. If he were successful, her face would be pushed hard into the stump as he held her arm behind her back.

Kathena Mavendorf loses her footing and tumbles to the ground her face hitting the log with a loud thud, knocking her partially unconscious. Her eyesight fuzzy and sound starting to fade.

Ilmryn Xyltyn leans over, his lips brushing at her hair as he whispers, " Now why did you not play nice Gypsy> We could have had a GOOD time."

Kathena Mavendorf gathers what little strength is left in her, powered by her rage against him. "I will NEVER yield to you!" she screams at him and attempts a swing at him with her dagger once more.

Kathena Mavendorf extends her arm with as much force as she can muster and hits the Drow in his side. A solid hit! Sadly it has taken all of the energy she had to do it. She succumbs to her head injury, passing out from the strain and blood loss.

lmryn Xyltyn lets out a loud growl  as her pushes pushes hard into his abdomen.  Instictively a hand reaches down to pushes againt the flow of  blood. He reaches with his free hand to slap her face, "I will...will.." and he becomes dizzy, less surefooted as he sways under the pain

Ilmryn Xyltyn turns his head to look for the way he had come. His vision is blurry, but he tries to move fast.....before he would fall

unconcious too.