Decision to Meditate

As the bells rang for the new day, Felena rose to dress for her duties. She had been sitting in the same place all night, thinking of the events of the night before, and she was stiff when she moved. She reached absently for the water pitcher, and as her hand came in contact with the handle, her thoughts drifted once again to the pain she had caused her friend. It was then she knew that she must take leave from Camelot, to meditate on her life.

She penned a message to her beloved Tuvor, to tell him that her feelings for him had not changed. On the contrary, they had grown stronger the more time they spent in each others company. She told him that she had to leave and would be gone for a fortnight to gather her thoughts and to put to rest old ghosts. She begged his patience with her absence and pledged to him her undying love. Folding the message, she reached for the candle burning on her desk, and allowed the wax to drip onto the place where the parchment met. She removed her ring, and pressed the image of the Mac Rorie crest into it, waited for it to cool, and gathered her belongings into a pack which she set onto her bed. She placed the message into her belt pouch , and then exited her room in search of Lord Shumard, to beg his leave from her duties. She found him in his offices, seated at his desk engrossed in matters of KORT. He looked up as she entered, a frown of concern wrinkling his brow as their eyes met. " Forgive my intrusion, M'Lord, but I have a matter of great urgency to discuss with thee, " she said, executing a deep curtsey. " You have not intruded, page Felena," he said warmly. " What troubles thee?" "M'Lord, are thee aware of, well, ummm, my ..." she struggled for the words, the color rising in her cheeks. " Fair Lady ," he began, " we are all aware of your love for Lord Tuvor." He smiled at her with understanding. " It shows in your face each time you gaze upon him."

Blushing a deeper shade of pink, she replied, a smile coming to her lips " I fear I cannot hide my feelings for him, M'Lord. For my love for him is as deep as an ocean." Her smile faded into a frown then, and she continued, " But I am afraid I have caused another great agony in my happiness. I beg your leave from Camelot for a fortnight, to meditate, and give him time to heal. It is my hope that my absence will allow him time to come to grips with my relationship with Lord Tuvor." Lord Shumard paused for a moment, to consider her request. " Art thou running from thy problems, Lady? For STR will be here when you return." he asked. She looked at him, startled that he knew of whom she spoke. " Nay M'Lord, for I know that I shall have to face him anew upon my return. I just feel it necessary to place some distance between myself and him, so that he may heal." She met his eyes, " I did not know of his feelings, M'Lord, for he kept them well hidden." " You owe me no explanation, Felena,: he said then. " Look to your heart, and follow it and you shall not go wrong. Take your leave, and send word if you need..." he paused mid sentence, and asked " With whom do you travel, Lady ? For you know the dangers that surround us all." " I travel alone, M'Lord, " was her reply, as she looked at her feet. " I leave the decision up to you, Lady, but I strongly advise against your traveling unaccompanied. Please reconsider this action, for I do not believe you to be thinking clearly on this matter." " I shall reconsider, M'Lord." "Fare well to thee then, we shall look for thee in a fortnight." " Aye, M'Lord, and I thank thee for thy understanding." She curtsied deeply again, rose and departed his offices. She hailed a passing page, headed in the direction of Tuvor's offices and asked that he deliver her message to him. She knew that she could not bear to leave if she gave it to him, herself, yet knew there was no question that leave she must. As she watched the page disappear down the hall, she returned to her room, picked up her pack, and departed Camelot. (Felena)

The knight sits at his desk going through the pile of papers he has acquired. He has been reading for days on end now an it seems as if the pile still remains mountainous. Tuvor begins to wonder if this is all that the higher council does . Do they only have time for paper work? I wish to travel and help the young of the realms, not sit behind a desk and grow old ! , thinks Tuvor when there is a knock upon his door. " Enter !" , says Tuvor , louder then he had intended.

The young page Thoeran enters his main office chamber , " Hail M'Lord , the young Lady Felena did bid me to bring this to you and make haste with it . " Tuvor takes the note , " Did the lady ask that you await my reply ?" , Asks Tuvor, getting curious about the note. " Nay M'Lord, she said only get this to Lord Tuvor , then the young Miss was off rather quickly herself. " , Spoke young Thoeran. Tuvor had just recently met this young lad and escorted him to Long Saddle, it was on this trip that the young lad had become interested in knighthood himself. " I thank you young Thoeran, thou may return to thy duties in the kitchen." , Said Tuvor taking the note and setting it upon his desk.

After waiting for young Thoeran to leave , Tuvor takes the note and goes to his private rooms, where he goes to the balcony . He looks out upon the setting sun and its deep orange hue it casts upon the mountains of Neverwinter. He smiles. He opens the letter that bears her seal and begins to read. His smile turns to a frown and he looks down upon the courtyard and can see the young Lady Felena leaving the castle grounds in the distance. Tuvor calls out her name , he thinks she can hear him, as her pace quickens, but she does not stop nor does she acknowledge him. Tuvor stands and looks out upon the setting sun and the orange hue it casts upon the mountains of Neverwinter and cries.

Tuvor sits in the back corner of the Luskan inn and sips his tea. Another patron enters the bar and Tuvor pulls his cloak tighter about him and curses the cold deadly wind . He came here to Luskan as he often does to match the storm with in his own thoughts, the icy chill of his own mind no matches the cold hard wind that bites at the travelers here. A young bar maid comes to see if Tuvor needs anything else, and he replies he would like some company to talk to and so the young lady sits. " What troubles thee M'Lord ? We here in Luskan know that when Lord Tuvor is here, there is trouble with in his thoughts for this is well known throughout the lands.", speaks the young lady .

" I am ill at ease M'Lady. I have lost my wife who I did and still do love. I have lost another that I do love to the spider queen of LLoth, and find I can neither save her nor the love we seem to hold for each other, and now when I find love in my corner with the lady Felena, I find it disappears with just a note. She speaks that she loves me but must have time to heal and think about everyone's feelings, and yet has she not considered mine ? Am I to hurt now because others are at ease because of what the Lady Felena and I now share together ? Yes, we do love each other, and because this love hath hurt others feelings she leaves to think upon matters, and yet I am the one who needs her most now, and I am the lost one, So I come here to Luskan once more to match my chilled soul. " , speaks Tuvor, lowering his voice until it can barely be heard.

" Me thinks, M'Lord , that the young miss does so love thee, but only seeks to find the words in which to help those that she has hurt, she shall return to thee, Thou knows this and she as well , It is this reason she leaves, because she knows that thou art strong of heart and mind and when she returns the love you both hold for each other will be stronger then ever. Take my word as woman, I can see the love she holds for thee and I know her not, I only know the words you speak and there is love in the words you tell me. ", Speaks the young maiden. " Perhaps, I know only that my heart and soul ache once more. I long to find the eternal love that only true soulmates share, and find it discomforting that she not speak with me before she did leave. Please miss , I prefer to be left alone with my thoughts now, perhaps thou might get me another hot tea . " , Speaks Tuvor, sadness filling his voice and his heart. The young maiden leaves and returns with another hot cup of tea, she places it in front of Tuvor and smiles at him. She has seen this Lord here many times, under the same conditions, and seen this knight rise to higher good. (Tuvor)

The Journey

She left her room, proceeding down the hall, avoiding the wing that housed the officers of KORT, praying that she would not encounter Tuvor. She knew that only one look from him would make her change her mind about her leave. Pushing through the massive doors of the main hall, she entered the courtyard and headed past the stables and into the pasture without looking back. She decided to travel to the land of her family, north-east of Red Larch, to put to rest those old ghosts. She knew this was uncharted area from Neverwinter, and she wasn't sure she could even find her way there. She only knew that she must try. Her journey was long, and difficult and on the third day, having stopped only briefly to rest, she reached Westbridge. It was there she decided to turn South east, toward the land of her father rather than traveling all the way south to Red Larch and turning north.

As she traveled, her thoughts turned to her love for Tuvor. She envisioned his gentle touch, the sound of his voice, and his smile, and when their eyes met, she knew the love he felt for her. She felt badly that she had not delivered her message to him in person, but was sure that he would have asked her to stay, though she knew she could not. She remembered the last evening they had spent together, traveling to visit Lord Dagron, and smiled at the memory of the words they had spoken. With him she knew her life would be complete. Without him, nothing would matter.

She had lost the parents she had loved so completely. And when they were gone, she had asked Tyr to guide her life. It was then she found KORT, through the help of Str and had entered into the guild as Page. Over the months, her closeness with Str seemed to fade, and she assumed that it was as much his choice as it was hers to have her as friend only. For he had not let it be known that he felt anything other than friendship for her. And with the duties of page, she found little time for much else.

It was then that she met Tuvor. She felt drawn to him the first time she met him. But alas he was not hers to have. Even still, she longed for him, and found herself thinking of him most of the time. She had thought it an impossibility that they could ever be together. And then he was gone from KORT for a time, the reason for his absence she knew not, but she sensed a change in him, that he was in pain for some reason. She longed to reach out to him, but kept her distance, knowing that to approach him would be improper, to say the least. She had heard talk of his return to Camelot, rumors of his divorce drifting through the halls, and her heart ached for the pain he must have been feeling. She longed again to reach out to him, but hesitated, feeling certain that he could not possibly be interested in her.

As fate would have it, she had spoken to Bedazeller early one day, and they had made plans to adventure together later that evening. She finished her duties in the stables, bathed, and dressed, departing her quarters with little time to spare, to meet him at Striders. Upon entering the inn, she looked around, and not finding him there, looked for a table at which to wait. Striders was particularly crowded that evening, and, not finding a place to sit, she turned toward the door with the intention of waiting for him outside. "Greetings, page Felena," came a voice from her left, and she turned to find Tuvor standing there. Startled at his closeness, she barely recovered her composure and curtsied to him, returning his greeting. He asked what plans she had this evening, and she told him of meeting Daz for some adventuring. They spoke briefly, exchanging pleasantries, as Daz entered the inn. He approached them, and said his greetings, and then looked at Felena, a frown wrinkling his brow. "Fair lady," he said, " I fear I will not be able to adventure with thee this evening. For I have been assigned a task to complete." "Do not frown so, my friend," Felena replied with a smile. "We shall go another time, for I would never keep you from an assignment." Daz answered her smile with one of his own, bowed and bid them farewell.

As she turned to bid Tuvor good evening, he asked her then if she wished to accompany him as he searched for a place to make his new home. She found herself saying yes, and they were off, talking quietly, and laughing as they made their way toward the woods. They met up with Tuvor's friend Gav then, and he joined them, and then young Thoeran joined them as well, and she found herself stealing glances at Tuvor as they walked. Their eyes met once and she looked quickly away, blushing, hoping he hadn't noticed, lest he think her silly. She found herself enjoying his company more than she could bear, and looked at him again as he answered one of Gav's remarks with a comment of his own, their eyes meeting again. He smiled at her, and she felt the color rise in her cheeks. She broke the gaze, feeling embarrassed that he had seen her so. And as the evening turned to night, the four of them found the inn at Long Saddle, and sat in the common room, talking and laughing, as Tuvor and Gav reminisced of old adventures. Each of the other two, excused themselves after a time, and Felena found herself alone with Tuvor. She found herself hanging on his every word, as he shared with her a little of the man Tuvor, rather than Arch Mage, or Baron of KORT, and she knew then that he was interested in her, not as a page, but as a woman. It was this night that she thanked Tyr for, as she continued on her journey. For she knew in her heart, that Tyr had surely brought them together, that each could fill the voids that the other had. She smiled then, finding herself nearly to the town of her former home.

She entered the small town of Winterbrook, and proceeded south along the main road. The area had a familiar feel to it as she passed the rows of shops and houses. People standing in the doorways, stopped and gazed at her in amazement as she walked with purpose toward the hills to the south, yet none approached her. She recognized the road she traveled now, and her heart began to beat wildly as she crested the hill she knew to be near her former home. The flowers were already blooming, as far south as she had come, and she stopped for a moment to drink in their beauty. Fields, and fields of wildflowers stretched before her, seeming to go on forever, and she smiled as she remembered running barefoot through them as a child. She thought for a moment to get her bearings, and proceeded up the steep incline to her east. Her weariness seemed to float away on the clouds as she reached the top of the hill. Eyes scanning the woods, she searched for the trail she knew to be there, located it and followed the winding path to her goal.

Yes, there it was...the gate. The walls protecting the once beautiful castle were over grown with ivy and weeds now, the rose bushes lining it all but dead in their neglect. She pushed on the gate, and it gave with a resounding whine as she passed through it into the pasture land below her father's castle. She looked then, upon the hill, and saw it looming in the distance, the home she once thought of as a mighty fortress, now empty and barren, a shell of what it once was. As she reached the hidden doorway in the side wall of the castle, she smiled, thinking of the times she sneaked out to ride her horse, unknown to her parents, each morning before the sun was up. That was her most favorite part of the day, when the dew was still on the ground, patches of fog here and there giving the pasture and forest beyond it an almost mystical appearance. She remembered the freedom she felt as she rode, away from all the worries and cares of the world. She pushed on the door, which too whined from lack of use, and entered the castle courtyard.

It was empty now, the bodies of the orcs and hobgoblins long since removed, and her steps echoed as she walked toward the main hall. The door stood open, inviting her in, and she did so without fear. For she had reached out with her mind, searching for anyone present, and had found none. She was surprised at how clean everything was. As though it had just been cleaned. And as she moved from room to room, she discovered each the same as the last. Passing by her parents room, she decided to leave that for another time, as she grew weary and was sorely in need of a rest. She moved down the hallway toward the rooms she had previously called her own, and finding them, entered. All of her belongings were just as she had left them. As though she had never left. No dust, nothing disturbed, nothing missing as far as she could tell. Her brow wrinkled in confusion, for she knew that the evils had ransacked the castle before departing into the night. She opened her wardrobe to discover her dresses still hung where she had left them. Her brushes and combs still lay atop the armoire, and even the silver perfume bottle her father had given her on her 15th birthday still sat where she had left it. "That's odd," she thought to herself. "I thought everything to be gone, and alas it is still here. I do not understand..."she murmured as a great weariness settled upon her. She moved to her bed, dropped what she carried, and lay across it, not bothering to undress. She drifted into a dreamless sleep.

She woke to the smell of mutton stew and she thought she must truly be losing her mind. Here she was in her father's castle, all tidy and clean, wonderful smells coming from the direction of the kitchen. She almost called out to her mother that she was on her way to dinner. But a reality check brought her back to the present, and she knew all was not as it seemed. She dropped to her knees at her bedside, asking for Tyr's protection, and then cast a spell of blessing before leaving her rooms.

Drawing her dagger from the sheath on her belt, she moved slowly down the passageway toward the main hall. Entering the area, she kept to the shadows, moving slowly toward the sounds she heard coming from the kitchen. As she passed the head table, she noticed that it had been set for one. Alarms sounded in her mind, and she reached out with her mind, searching the area for evils. As she did so, she found herself smiling, remembering the lesson from Tuvor about scanning the area. "Thank you, my love, for teaching me this skill," she thought, wishing now that he was there with her, rather than back in Camelot.

She had reached the doorway to the kitchen now, and she paused to listen. Footsteps and pots clanging were all that she heard. First casting a globe of protection, she pushed gently on the door, opening it just a bit to peer inside. She noticed a woman bent over the stew pot hanging in the fireplace, and as the woman's back was to her, she slipped inside, moving back into the safety of the shadows once more. As the woman turned from the pot to reach for the rosemary on the workbench, Felena's eyes went wide and her mouth formed into an unspoken "Oh". The woman was humming softly as she worked, and having placed a measure of the spice into the stew, turned to stir it once again. Felena stepped from the shadows and then, and spoke the name "Emily?" Hearing her name, the woman stopped in mid motion, turned from her task, and as she looked upon Felena, her face blanched white and she dropped her spoon. "M-m-m'lady?" she stammered, a look of genuine shock registering on her face. Felena only nodded, so taken aback was she to see the family cook standing before her. "By Tyr, child!!" she exclaimed, her hands raised in supplication. "We thought thee dead these many months!" She bustled forward then, and folded Felena into a bearhug of an embrace, rocking her as she had done when Felena was a child. The reverie was broken, though, as Felena remembered the table having been set in the main hall. "Ye did not know I was here?" she asked of Emily. "Nay, milady, I did not," was her reply. Felena's brow wrinkled in confusion again, as she gestured toward the door leading to the main hall. "Well then, if not for me, who is yon table set for?" Emily's face blanched white again, and her eyes held the look of pure terror. "Ye must go child!!" she almost shouted. "Quickly, before he finds ye here!!"

She stared at Emily in disbelief. What was she talking about? This was her father's castle...her castle now. And she was being told to leave?? "Emily,"she said. "Tell me of whom thee speak." "Ooohhh, m'lady!" she cried. "I cannot!" The terror built in Emily's eyes, and she began to wail. Felena grabbed her by the shoulders, and shook her smartly. "Emily!!" she commanded. "Get hold of yourself, and tell me what troubles thee!!" "Nay!!!! I cannot!!!" she screamed, dropping to her knees in front of Felena. Taking Felena's hands in hers, she kissed the MacRorie ring, and sobbed. "I pledged my fealty to thy father, and mother when they were alive. And I do so now, to thee, child. But you must leave this place of evil now...for that is what it has become."

Felena looked at her, really confused now, for she had sensed no danger on her arrival. "Methinks my friend has lost her mind," she thought to herself. "Emily," she said softly. "I know not of whom thee speak...." but before she could finish the sentence, Emily shrieked, "NO MASTER!!! I DID NOT TELL!!" And with that she fell over dead. Felena was so taken aback, that she almost fell to her knees. Recovering, she recast her globe, and said a prayer to Tyr for assistance. She felt the evil again that she had felt that night so long ago. Still a distance away, she thought for a minute.

She felt a degree of panic in her mind, and she cast a spell to clear her head. She must not show her fear, she thought. As the evil drew closer still, she closed her eyes, and reached out with her mind to her beloved Tuvor. "My love, I need thee now, more than ever," she pleaded. "Please come to me if thee are able. For I face the evil that killed my parents. And I fear I may not be strong enough to defeat it." She waited for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality it was just a second or two. "M'Lady?" he answered, concern barely concealed. "Where are thee?" She told him where she was, and he answered. "I am on my way, my love!!" "Tuv?" she sent. "Aye my love?" he replied. "I love thee," she sent. " If anything should happen, know that I shall take that love with me to eternity. And should Tyr call me home, I shall wait for thee even there." "Do not speak so, my love," he answered. "My love shall shield thee until I arrive. For I have not finished with thee yet, nor is my Lord Tyr ready for thee. You have much to accomplish before he removes thee from this earth!!" "HE COMES!!!" she screamed to Tuvor in her mind, eyes growing wide with panic. Tuvor spoke to her softly in her mind then, calming her panic, reminding her of her lessons. She felt herself relax somewhat, and began to move through her prep spells for battle. The evil drew nearer, and she felt the sensation of magic as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She turned toward the door to the main hall, knowing that what ever it was, waited within. Taking a cleansing breath, she proceeded into the battle.

She entered the main hall, having cast a spell of invisibility, and moved to the shadows for what little protection they would offer. The being stood before the fire, wrapped in a hooded cloak which hid his face. His back was to her, as though he were laughing at her, with an attitude of contempt. Slowly he turned in her direction, as though he knew where she was despite her preparation. She brought herself up to her full height then, such that it was, dispelled the invisibility, and stepped from the shadows.

"What business have you here in Castle MacRorie?" she demanded. He threw his head back and laughed an evil laugh, and in doing so the hood fell from around his face. Her eyes went wide when she saw a face she recognized, but then again did not. The eyes and nose were familiar to her, and she searched her mind for the connection. He smiled at her then, an evil gleam in his eye and said, "Surely you recognize your brother, Felena? For it was always said that I was the image of father." A sharp intake of her breath gave away the shock she felt, and she felt her knees begin to weaken. Shaking off the feeling, she recovered quickly and answered, "You speak not the truth, for I am an only child." Moving to the chair at the far end of the table, he sat with a nonchalant air about him, and replied "Nay, dear sister," with the word sister drawing forth the contempt he held for her. "Our father, may he rot in hell, did not find me a worthy heir for his precious land. His brief, yet fruitful encounter with my mother was, let us just say, an embarrassment to his noble' name." He chuckled then, and drew his dagger from his belt, and began to clean his fingernails with it.

"You lie!!" she shouted at him. "Ian MacRorie was a loving and caring husband to my mother, and a wonderful father to me! He would never do such a thing!" "Tsk, tsk, sister dear," he slurred. "My, we are naive, aren't we." He chuckled again, mocking her. She felt the anger rising up in her, from the pit of her being, and she said to him evenly, with a dangerous edge to her voice, "I recognize your presence, for I will never forget the first time I felt it. You have slain my parents, and those who were faithful to this holding, for what I know not. Had you come here and asked, I feel certain father would have given thee what thy wished. You leave me no choice but to defend what is mine by rights."

"Yours?" he asked with an eyebrow raised in disbelief. "Yours. Hmmmm. Now that is not how I see it. The MacRorie land falls to the MALE heir. And last time I looked, male you were not." He chuckled at her again, shaking his head and resuming his manicure. He looked up at her again and asked, "Do you seek to challenge me sister? You know, I thought I had done with thee, with the poisoned parchment I left for thee." Her breath caught again, as realization hit her that it was he who had made the attempt on her life. " I thought you to be empty headed, and unwise. You truly do surprise me. You are not empty headed, but well, maybe the unwise part still rings true. I should hate to have to kill thee now that I have, uh, found thee," He chuckled. "Sister dear."

She smiled dangerously at him then, feeling the anger still at the edge of her soul, knowing to let it enter her soul would be to her undoing. Skirting the room, she found a more defensive position, and said to him. "You shall not coerce me into letting my hatred overtake my senses. But if I must fight thee, I will. For someday, I shall have a male heir to leave this castle to. And leave it to him, I shall. For that was my father's wish." "Oh, my, my," he said. "We are brave then, aren't we?" "Bravery is not the issue, here." she replied. "I stand to defend the honor of my parents, and the land they so loved."

She examined his features carefully before continuing. "You look to be several years my senior, brother dear." She said it with the same emphasis on brother that he had placed on sister. He raised his eyebrow again, and said, "What has that to do with any of this?" "It has a great deal to do with my father's honor. For I was born just 9 months after he wed my mother. And if thee are my senior, as I suspect, the encounter he had with your mother occurred before they wed, not after." "Hmmmmph!" was his response. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair "That still does not change the fact that he was my father. And that this land now falls to me." She saw the uncertainty in his face then, for a brief second. "That was not my father's wish." Felena said matter-of-factly, more calm now, and thinking clearly. "I will defend his wishes with my life if need be." (Felena)

The knight had been in the mighty KORT library studying and researching some new spells . There was one he really wanted to learn as it had to deal with delaying the reaction of the Ball of Fire blast, thus letting one surprise ones opponents and perhaps catch them without their protections up. Tuvor had found it quite hard to concentrate on his studies as he had just returned from the city of Luskan where he had been thinking upon the matter of young Felena and why she thought it best to leave without seeking him out. Tuvor came to the conclusion that if she loved him she would return to him soon, and should she conclude that for some reason she did not truly love him , then Tuvor would try to mend a broken heart once more with the help of his brothers and sisters of KORT.

He had been reading about the spell components for this new delayed ball of Fire spell when his head began to ache. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to get rid of the slow gnawing feeling that was there. It was then that his exploded with pain. Felena MacRorie's thoughts entered into Tuvor's mind like a hammer smashing upon an anvil. Tuvor had many mental barriers in place and the fact that he loved this woman helped shatter his defenses. Tuvor fell backwards in his chair and landed on the floor, but not before he cracked his head upon the edge of a nearby table sending him into the abyss known as unconsciousness.

Tuvor's eyes slowly fluttered open and looked at the KORT library ceiling. The ceiling was out of focus and with no point of reference to focus on, Tuvor found it hard to regain his senses. He reached behind his head and felt the dried blood at the back of his head and cursed himself for letting his defenses down. It was then he thought about who had cracked his defenses and why ? He closed his eyes and soon concentrated on what had happened ..... The woman he has fallen in love with had entered his mind, and Tuvor had not expected it. As he searched his mind he found that while he was knocked out in the realm of Neverwinter, he had talked with Felena upon the Astral plane. Tuvor found that she needed his help and was in grave danger. He had sent his reply to her on the Astral plane and felt in his mind that she loved him.

After a second Tuvor got to his feet and grabbed some parchment and penned a message to Lord Dagron, his close and personal friend.

Dag ,

Felena is in grave danger some where past the city of Red Larch, I am leaving to look into this matter. When I can I shall send word As to the where I and she are, in case I need help in this matter. But I suspect that my rage will come forth and I will not need help The Demon with in me will sour me to great power and I will see The woman I love unharmed, or I shall die trying to protect her.

Tuvor

Tuvor had no time to set his seal upon the parchment and only folded it. He found page Gawain in the library setting up powerful spell books for the knights to study, He gave the parchment to Gawain and instructed the page go to Lord Dagron and deliver this message with great haste. Soon there after Tuvor found himself upon his mighty steed Farthrax and riding towards the city of Red Larch, It was here he would begin his search for his beloved Felena .

Shortly after passing the gates of Neverwinter and finding himself on the path towards the city of Vilnask , Tuvor did something that the knights had banned from doing. They forbid what Tuvor was about to do for the cruelty and pain it inflicted upon the animals . Tuvor soon closed his eyes and reached into his spell pouch. As he grabbed to components of the spell, he chanted the mystic words taught to him those many years ago by Lord Shogar. He brought forth his hand from his pouch , and within his palm was a small amount of powder. This powder was crushed and ground Tigers paws and the feathers of eagles, These were the main components for the haste spell. After finishing his chanting Tuvor Tossed the dust into the air so that he and his mighty steed would be hit by the dust. As the dust settled onto them both it seemed as if time itself stopped around them, The small caravan that had pulled alongside them stopped, the smiles still upon the riders faces.

Tuvor's steed, Farthrax, began to grow uneasy at the stillness in the world now. Tuvor patted the animal upon his mane to reassure the animal. " Have no fear my friend, Time does not stop nor are these people hurt, It is the fact that we now move so fast relative to them that they do seem to be stopped in time. I know that when the spell wears off your muscles will ache as they never have before, but speed is what I must have for Felena's life hangs in the balance and I do what must be done. I know that thou will understand this . " , Tuvor said as he petted the animal , who has been in his service for 3 years now. Soon Tuvor and Farthrax were speeding their way towards Red Larch and the search they had to undertake. (Tuvor)

"As you wish, sister dear," he slurred. "Before I have finished with thee, ye shall wish to have stayed in Camelot. Hmmmph!" he added with disgust. "Squire Felena," he whined at her. "Wouldn't daddy have been proud?" He was openly mocking her now, and she kept her anger in check, sensing his tactic was to make her strike without thinking. "Aye, brother," she said evenly. "I do believe he would have been proud that I walk with those who have Neverwinter's best interest at heart." He threw his head back and laughed then, and said "So you think they will protect thee now?" "Whether they are here or not, I am protected by their love," she countered. Not wishing to alert him to the fact that help was on the way, she silently prayed for Tyr to hasten her Love to her.

He began to ramble on then, attempting to put her off guard, and she cleared her mind of all but the task at hand. She checked her spells in memory, to be sure she had what she needed, and she moved her lips in prayer as a feeling of calm washed over her. She heard him laugh again, having missed the comment he had made, and felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise again, as his lips moved in a spell. Her globe was still functional, despite the time she had spent in conversation with him, and she braced herself against the onslaught he was soon to throw at her. Her lips moved in a counter attack spell, even as the bolt sprang forth from his hands, and she was barely jarred by its impact. The bolt moved past her, into the hallway behind, as she had made sure he would not have the opportunity to double strike her with it. She threw a bolt at him as well, and he had underestimated her training, for even though the first strike missed, the return strike got him as his globe failed.

His eyes narrowed at her, as he raged in pain, and she held her position. His lips moving again in another spell, she searched her mind for the spell she needed. As she began to incant, he threw another spell at her, this one she didn't recognize, and she felt pain shoot through her as it penetrated her globe. The pain in her head felt like she was in a vise, and she lost the spell she had been casting. Shaking free of the pain he had caused, she began to cast again, this time having the opportunity to complete the spell, but the pain jarred her again as she released the spell, and it missed its mark. He laughed loudly then, as she grabbed her head in pain, and chills ran up her spine as she looked upon him. He was so full of hatred, that it had literally consumed him. He said something snide then, that she did not hear, as her lips moved in another spell. Again, the pain jarred her on her cast, and the blow did not hit him fully, though it was a glancing blow, inflicting just enough damage that he lost the spell he was incanting.

Taking a deep breath, she found again the hold spell that she had attempted earlier, and began to cast it just as he recovered. Her attempt again failed, as he countered with a protective spell just in time, and she felt the panic at the edge of her mind once again. A sinister look came over him, and he cast again the spell that had broken through her globe. The pain felt as though her head would burst, and she grabbed at her temples in an attempt to stop it. This onslaught brought her to her knees, and she felt her world start to go black. She struggled on the edge of unconsciousness, as he crossed the room to her. (Felena)

The Knight had ridden hard and fast to get here, and sensed that his love , The lady Felena, was not far off. Tuvor took the time to stop and have his steed Farthrax cared for and to prepare himself for battle. He prepared many attack spells, but also prepared some heal spells in case Felena needed them. This he knew would limit some of his abilities to defend himself, but he would rather save her then anything else. Tuvor would walk the greatest depths of hell for this woman, there was no doubt about that.

After eating a quick meal and drinking some wine to calm his nerves, Tuvor mounted Farthrax and set off in the direction he sensed his soulmate to be. As he approached what appeared to be a run down castle, Tuvor felt Lord Tyr enter his mind....

" She has prayed to me and ask that thee hurry.
I can Help you no further , But be thou aware you
face a great Evil this day Knight, You must be well armed. "

Tuvor , opened his eyes after getting the mental image from Lord Tyr, He rose up in the stirrups of mighty Farthrax and looked to the heavens. Tuvor raised his mighty Trident to the sky and it exploded with brilliance as a mighty Lightning Bolt burst forth from its tip and streaked skyward, splintering along the way into a might display of power and might....... " KORT !!!!! FOR THE GOOD OF THE REALMS !!!!" , Roared Tuvor as he urged Farthrax to greater speeds, He could sense the animal feared what might happen to his master and rider. " Do not fear my friend, I am armed with the greatest weapons any man could have or want. Felena's Love and KORT's will help me drive this evil away from her !!!! "

Tuvor made his way towards the sounds of battle and entered into the shadows , He saw his beloved Felena fall and lapse into the dark realm. Tuvor could see her adversary approach her. It was then a Mighty Trident landed at this mans feet stopping him in his tracks. The man looked up and nodded, " So we have my sisters mighty knight come to her rescue eh ? You will not defeat me knight as I have the power of a demon on my side !!!! "

Tuvor chuckled, an evil awful chuckle, A chuckle that grew into a hideous laugh that was rivaled by no one. From the shadows were Tuvor stood a orange glow could be seen in the middle of his chest..... It seemed to swirl around until it formed into a pentagram that glowed upon his chest....... Tuvor stepped from the shadows, an evil sneer upon his face...... " Thou underestimates me SIR !!!!! " , Roared Tuvor , stepping from the shadows. Felena's brother looked upon the glowing Pentagram upon Tuvor's chest and seemed to withdrawal in upon himself , He seemed to stop dead in his tracks ..... " So thou art not the good knight everyone thinks you to be ! No matter sir knight, Thou will not save your beloved Felena my sister !"

Tuvor stepped towards Felena's brother and looked down upon Felena. Tuvor smiled, Felena was safe at least , now to deal with her brother. It was then that a Lightning Bolt struck Tuvor dead in the chest. It crackled and cascaded as it passed through Tuvor and struck the far wall. Tuvor looked up from Felena and seemed to grin.

It was then Tuvor exploded into a mighty rage. None had seen him rage like he did this day. Rather than cast spells at his adversary Tuvor took the fight to him with his bare fists. He pounded upon the man with ferocity never before seen from this gentle knight..... " Hurt the one I love will thee.... I shall drive this evil from thee with my bare hands or thou will die this day !!!" , Screamed Tuvor Pounding Felena's brother's face into the hard stone floor of castle.

Felena's brother attempted to cast another powerful spell , but the strong attack from Lord Tuvor was too much. Each time he began to cast Tuvor would slam his face into the ground once more. Tuvor after pounding him for what seemed like hours, pulled Felena's brother's face up to meet his. It was a mass of blood, teeth had been knocked out, the nose was shattered, the forehead was ripped asunder. " Does thou repent thy evil ways ? Or does thou die this day ? " raged Tuvor, the evil within him spurring him to new feats of strength.

" I shall never repent my ways nor the evil I serve. It is quite obvious sir knight, that the evil within you is stronger then mine. But I will not repent my ways, leave me alive and I shall see my sister dead !!" spoke Felena's brother through a grimace.

With her brothers last syllable Tuvor snapped his neck. He tossed her brother aside like a rag doll and the lifeless body slammed against the far wall and slide to the floor, unmoving, devoid of life. Tuvor himself collapsed to the ground, the evil leaving his body, his deed done, he had saved the one he loves.

Shortly thereafter, Tuvor felt a cool wetness upon his face. The Lady Felena stood over him wiping his forehead softly with a towel. She smiled at Tuvor, and he returned this smile. He loved this woman and would do all he had to, to see her safe. (Tuvor)