ATHMAE
"We're going thorough there!!" Jo screamed. "Are you mad Achmed?"
"Don't like it, tuff. I highly doubt you'll find a better way." Achmed replied.
The six of them were standing in front of a long, winding tunnel going through the jagged mountains of the Teeth. The biting cold wind was whipping at their cloaks. Athmae could feel it stinging on her face and fingers. "We better go now, cause this isn't going to get much better." Athmae screamed trying to be heard over the wind. She pulled her hood over her head and followed after Achmed into the tunnel.
After what seemed like weeks, the six travelers stopped in front of a large bolder. "Is this the spot?" Athmae hollered back towards Grunthor. He nodded and pushed the bolder to the side. Athmae spotted a torch on the floor. Rhapsody pulled two pieces of flint from her pack and attempted to light it, but failed. She tried again but the wind blew it out once again.
"'Ere, let me 'elp 'ou 'ittle tuff" Grunthor said standing in front of the torch trying to block the wind. Rhapsody hit the two pieces of flint together once again and the fire lit.
"See, I knew there was a reason we brought you along Grunthor," Athmae said sarcastically patting the giant on the arm, then entering the dark cave.
"O that 'urts." He replied covering his heart and then stepped inside.
"Whoa. Look at all this lute!" Jo said.
"Yes, it's a lot. But don't touch anything. And I mean it!!" Achmed said.
Athmae pulled down her hood and took a look around. It was a cavern of some sort. Books covered all most every wall, and treasure practically covered the entire floor. "This must have been dear Gwyilliam's stash." Athmae said to herself.
"I think we'll rest here tonight," Achmed said.
Athmae stood by Palamon and took in ever bit of the room. "Beautiful isn't? Ever seen so much gold. Makes a girl get itchy fingers." Athmae said breaking the silence. She turned her attention to Jo and walk towards her. "So what are we up to here, Jo?"
"Just looking," Jo replied.
"Right, and this just came out of thin air." Athmae said picking up a gold coin that had dropped from Jo's bag. She snatched Jo's bag and dumped the contents out. "Stealing are we. And poorly I might add. Tsk tsk. After Achmed told you not to touch anything."
"What...How?"
"Just be glad it wasn't Achmed who busted your arse." Athmae said flatly throwing the bag back to Jo.
Athmae walked over to a large pile treasure and started examining a large gold vase. There was a red dragon, breathing fire painted on it. She traced the outline of it with her finger, and then tossed it back into the pile. Palamon walked up behind Athmae and tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned around he handed her a piece of dried meat. She took it from him, tore a chunk out of it savagely, and then sighed deeply.
"You look tired. You should get some rest," Palamon suggested. Athmae only nodded. She stood up and started to walk towards where her bag was when Palamon said, "Say Athmae,"
"Hmmm?" She turned back toward him to hear what he was going to say.
"Do you know anything about your father?"
"Other than the fact that he left my mother one year after I was born, no. Why?"
"Ohh, no reason. Just wondering." Palamon replied. He held Athmae's gaze a bit longer, then looked away.
"Right. I'm going to go." Athmae said grabbing her pack and turning on her heel to the now burning fire.
ACHMED
Achmed watched as Athmae cleared a spot on the treasure-covered ground and lay down her sleeping mat down. He quickly went back to the book he was reading. Palamon came over to him and put one thumb into his belt that held his sword, and picked up a book with his other hand.
"Bit of light reading?" Palamon asked throwing the book back down. Achmed just gave a halfhearted smile. Palamon's eyes wandered around the room then stopped on Athmae.
Achmed glanced at him, then back to his book, and back again. He turned to see what Palamon was looking at so intently and then said, "You might want to put your eyes back in your head before they fall completely out. Or I burn them." Palamon quickly looked away. "It would seem we both now have our own secrets. But mine is less obvious."
PALAMON
Palamon lay awake on his sleeping mat, waiting for sleep to hit him, but it wouldn't seem to come. He rolled on his side towards Athmae. She was tossing and turning in her sleep. Palamon crawled over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She still didn't wake. He shook her gently and said, "Athmae, wake up." He could see she was breaking out in a cold sweat. "Athmae!" He lade a hand on her forehead, and recoiled in pain. He fell back on his back, put both hands on his head, and contorted his face in pain. There was a shearing pain going through his head, and he started to hear voices talking all at once. Suddenly, everything went black, and Palamon fainted.
"We're going thorough there!!" Jo screamed. "Are you mad Achmed?"
"Don't like it, tuff. I highly doubt you'll find a better way." Achmed replied.
The six of them were standing in front of a long, winding tunnel going through the jagged mountains of the Teeth. The biting cold wind was whipping at their cloaks. Athmae could feel it stinging on her face and fingers. "We better go now, cause this isn't going to get much better." Athmae screamed trying to be heard over the wind. She pulled her hood over her head and followed after Achmed into the tunnel.
After what seemed like weeks, the six travelers stopped in front of a large bolder. "Is this the spot?" Athmae hollered back towards Grunthor. He nodded and pushed the bolder to the side. Athmae spotted a torch on the floor. Rhapsody pulled two pieces of flint from her pack and attempted to light it, but failed. She tried again but the wind blew it out once again.
"'Ere, let me 'elp 'ou 'ittle tuff" Grunthor said standing in front of the torch trying to block the wind. Rhapsody hit the two pieces of flint together once again and the fire lit.
"See, I knew there was a reason we brought you along Grunthor," Athmae said sarcastically patting the giant on the arm, then entering the dark cave.
"O that 'urts." He replied covering his heart and then stepped inside.
"Whoa. Look at all this lute!" Jo said.
"Yes, it's a lot. But don't touch anything. And I mean it!!" Achmed said.
Athmae pulled down her hood and took a look around. It was a cavern of some sort. Books covered all most every wall, and treasure practically covered the entire floor. "This must have been dear Gwyilliam's stash." Athmae said to herself.
"I think we'll rest here tonight," Achmed said.
Athmae stood by Palamon and took in ever bit of the room. "Beautiful isn't? Ever seen so much gold. Makes a girl get itchy fingers." Athmae said breaking the silence. She turned her attention to Jo and walk towards her. "So what are we up to here, Jo?"
"Just looking," Jo replied.
"Right, and this just came out of thin air." Athmae said picking up a gold coin that had dropped from Jo's bag. She snatched Jo's bag and dumped the contents out. "Stealing are we. And poorly I might add. Tsk tsk. After Achmed told you not to touch anything."
"What...How?"
"Just be glad it wasn't Achmed who busted your arse." Athmae said flatly throwing the bag back to Jo.
Athmae walked over to a large pile treasure and started examining a large gold vase. There was a red dragon, breathing fire painted on it. She traced the outline of it with her finger, and then tossed it back into the pile. Palamon walked up behind Athmae and tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned around he handed her a piece of dried meat. She took it from him, tore a chunk out of it savagely, and then sighed deeply.
"You look tired. You should get some rest," Palamon suggested. Athmae only nodded. She stood up and started to walk towards where her bag was when Palamon said, "Say Athmae,"
"Hmmm?" She turned back toward him to hear what he was going to say.
"Do you know anything about your father?"
"Other than the fact that he left my mother one year after I was born, no. Why?"
"Ohh, no reason. Just wondering." Palamon replied. He held Athmae's gaze a bit longer, then looked away.
"Right. I'm going to go." Athmae said grabbing her pack and turning on her heel to the now burning fire.
ACHMED
Achmed watched as Athmae cleared a spot on the treasure-covered ground and lay down her sleeping mat down. He quickly went back to the book he was reading. Palamon came over to him and put one thumb into his belt that held his sword, and picked up a book with his other hand.
"Bit of light reading?" Palamon asked throwing the book back down. Achmed just gave a halfhearted smile. Palamon's eyes wandered around the room then stopped on Athmae.
Achmed glanced at him, then back to his book, and back again. He turned to see what Palamon was looking at so intently and then said, "You might want to put your eyes back in your head before they fall completely out. Or I burn them." Palamon quickly looked away. "It would seem we both now have our own secrets. But mine is less obvious."
PALAMON
Palamon lay awake on his sleeping mat, waiting for sleep to hit him, but it wouldn't seem to come. He rolled on his side towards Athmae. She was tossing and turning in her sleep. Palamon crawled over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She still didn't wake. He shook her gently and said, "Athmae, wake up." He could see she was breaking out in a cold sweat. "Athmae!" He lade a hand on her forehead, and recoiled in pain. He fell back on his back, put both hands on his head, and contorted his face in pain. There was a shearing pain going through his head, and he started to hear voices talking all at once. Suddenly, everything went black, and Palamon fainted.