Jessi: Do not own Forgotten Realms. And Gwen6 will you please stop getting confused.
Tiamet: However if you do we could make it into a feature every chapter where we answer your questions Gwen6. Anyway your question was : Why did Chel get stabbed? Answer: The paladins had never seen Chel before, Vale having kept him a secret. Suddenly he appears with fangs and claws and kills fifteen bandits single handedly, tearing out throats with teeth etc. They get free and walk back to the village to look for their friend who has vanished from the camp. When they find Vale she is injured and vunerable in the same room as this strange being they had just seen. What would you think of this situation Gwen6? Thus the stabbing.
Jessi: A sensible but long winded explanation from Tiamet himself.
Chel glanced down at his hands. The long clever fingers had tangled themselves in the black fabric of his robes and they trembled slightly. Smears of darker silver under his eyes marred his face.
Out of all the mortal requirments, sleep was one of the few Chel needed. He'd definitely hadn't gotten enough of it last night, most of it having been spent soothing Vale.
She was afraid for him, which Chel felt was entirly unnessarcary. The paladins could not permently harm him in any way. He was afraid though, for the little, blonde elf that was sat by his side. Similar smears decorated her face.
Both paladins sat across from the elves and Chel couldn't help noticing that their swords were drawn and lain within arm reach. Chel was only vaguely aware of Vale's voice in the background and his head rested in his hands.
"...and ever since Chel has guarded my family." She told them the story of the Finding, when her people where led out of the wilderness to their home by an avatar of Tiamet himself and of the winged elf's apperance as guardian to her family.
"So he is a gift from your god?" Keroigar, the quieter of the twins, regarded Chel with no particular distrust.
"I say we need prove that his intentions are honourable," Samera wasn't as trusting as his brother. Chel spoke then. No one got away with insulting his honour or purpose,
"I saved Vale from rape and death and freed you two from a bandit camp... I say that I have proved myself..."
Samera fixed him with a cold golden stare,
"And how do we know that you didn't have a hidden agenda for that? You might have wanted Vale for yourself."
Chel growled deep in his throat,
"I would never use her like that!" His teeth and nails lengthened into fangs and claws, ready for a fight. Samera snatched up his sword and pointed it towards Chel.
Keroigar pulled Samera back, restraining his sword arm. Vale placed a hand on Chel's arm,
Please Chel. Don't fight...
Chel heeded Vale's telepathic plea and settled down again. Samera flung his blade down in disgust.
"This is getting nowhere... Please Samera... Chel... calm down..."
The winged elf bowed his head slightly and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, taking some satisfaction at the way Samera frowned. The paladin had unsuccessfully been trying to get closer to Vale for some months now.
A twig snapped behind them and Chel's head swung around in that direction, alert as always.
A male elf, dressed in a tattered black robe with torn white cuffs and belt staggered into the clearing where the adventurers had been talking. A bloodied knive dropped from nerveless fingers and the stranger dropped face- first into the dirt.
Vale cried out, reconizing this male. It was the elf that had led her away from the bandit camp. She got up and darted to his side.
His breathing was harsh and ragged and his skin was cold. Vale couldn't see any injuries though... until she spied the crimson stream exiting his sleeve.
Quickly she turned his arm over and pulled the material down. Long horizontal slits shone scarlet against what unbloodied skin was left. A quick check of the other arm revealed the same situation. This elf had slit his own wrists.
Tiamet: However if you do we could make it into a feature every chapter where we answer your questions Gwen6. Anyway your question was : Why did Chel get stabbed? Answer: The paladins had never seen Chel before, Vale having kept him a secret. Suddenly he appears with fangs and claws and kills fifteen bandits single handedly, tearing out throats with teeth etc. They get free and walk back to the village to look for their friend who has vanished from the camp. When they find Vale she is injured and vunerable in the same room as this strange being they had just seen. What would you think of this situation Gwen6? Thus the stabbing.
Jessi: A sensible but long winded explanation from Tiamet himself.
Chel glanced down at his hands. The long clever fingers had tangled themselves in the black fabric of his robes and they trembled slightly. Smears of darker silver under his eyes marred his face.
Out of all the mortal requirments, sleep was one of the few Chel needed. He'd definitely hadn't gotten enough of it last night, most of it having been spent soothing Vale.
She was afraid for him, which Chel felt was entirly unnessarcary. The paladins could not permently harm him in any way. He was afraid though, for the little, blonde elf that was sat by his side. Similar smears decorated her face.
Both paladins sat across from the elves and Chel couldn't help noticing that their swords were drawn and lain within arm reach. Chel was only vaguely aware of Vale's voice in the background and his head rested in his hands.
"...and ever since Chel has guarded my family." She told them the story of the Finding, when her people where led out of the wilderness to their home by an avatar of Tiamet himself and of the winged elf's apperance as guardian to her family.
"So he is a gift from your god?" Keroigar, the quieter of the twins, regarded Chel with no particular distrust.
"I say we need prove that his intentions are honourable," Samera wasn't as trusting as his brother. Chel spoke then. No one got away with insulting his honour or purpose,
"I saved Vale from rape and death and freed you two from a bandit camp... I say that I have proved myself..."
Samera fixed him with a cold golden stare,
"And how do we know that you didn't have a hidden agenda for that? You might have wanted Vale for yourself."
Chel growled deep in his throat,
"I would never use her like that!" His teeth and nails lengthened into fangs and claws, ready for a fight. Samera snatched up his sword and pointed it towards Chel.
Keroigar pulled Samera back, restraining his sword arm. Vale placed a hand on Chel's arm,
Please Chel. Don't fight...
Chel heeded Vale's telepathic plea and settled down again. Samera flung his blade down in disgust.
"This is getting nowhere... Please Samera... Chel... calm down..."
The winged elf bowed his head slightly and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, taking some satisfaction at the way Samera frowned. The paladin had unsuccessfully been trying to get closer to Vale for some months now.
A twig snapped behind them and Chel's head swung around in that direction, alert as always.
A male elf, dressed in a tattered black robe with torn white cuffs and belt staggered into the clearing where the adventurers had been talking. A bloodied knive dropped from nerveless fingers and the stranger dropped face- first into the dirt.
Vale cried out, reconizing this male. It was the elf that had led her away from the bandit camp. She got up and darted to his side.
His breathing was harsh and ragged and his skin was cold. Vale couldn't see any injuries though... until she spied the crimson stream exiting his sleeve.
Quickly she turned his arm over and pulled the material down. Long horizontal slits shone scarlet against what unbloodied skin was left. A quick check of the other arm revealed the same situation. This elf had slit his own wrists.