h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Is it m'lady? I have receieved no messages across the telepathic planes. As an immortal, I would have sensed something.

I have not heard from that flighty elf, she is probably holed up somewhere with her lastest beau, as she has no real cares apart from herself.

Now there speaks a bitter man. How can a redundant immortal help you, Cal?

*smiles*

I am not bitter my friend, *frowns* there are other more important things to worry about right now *sips from his cup* Bad karma is about to desend upon us all.

*Puts up umbrella*

*ignores the fool and goes back to watching the flames in the fire*

Ok so trying to cheer you up was a mistake.
Share your troubles with me Cal.

*continues to look into the flames*

I thought it was you job to sense such things?

Okay, I'll tell you what I do sense.
You feel betrayed, you have lost the zest you once had. You are mourning a lost love. There is danger coming and you feel guilty that you cannot be bothered to do something about it and that the desire for battle has gone. You use to enjoy the feel of the sword, the blade slicing through your foe, the pleasure of using your blade in the name of justice. Now you are hollow. You have lost that will. You have come here looking for answers, but I cannot give them to you. Were I to do so, I'd deny you the human right of free will.So I am not allowed to interfere. Maybe I can tweak things to tip into your favour. But you are the warrior. The swordsman.

*smiles slowly*

I have and never will lose my thirst for blood

I never said that you had.. I am sure you'd do it wiithin a wink of the eye.
But it would not feel the same, nor would you derive the old pleasure from it. It is just an urge that needs to be fullfilled. Your reason d'at has gone.

*raises an eyebrow* I think you know far less than you'd like people to believe

Or more than I am permitted to reveal. Sometimes the Gods even hide things from me, until they wish me to know their plans. We are all in the hands of the Gods, Swordsman.

As you say

Be still, what is that? Something this way comes

*sits very still and listens*

I percieve eight riders in black armour with lances and swords and shields. They appear to heading this way. They are escorting a black coach with black blinds on the windows. The coach horse have black plums and there is a design on the coach door. It is of rearing black bear on hind legs with blood dripping claws.

*blinks*


sounds like some action may be afoot


*stands up letting the blanket fall to the floor*

Better get into some dry clothes

*makes his way up to hi room*

*The coach stops in courtyard. The horses stamping feet, breath vapourising from nostrils, jerking heads, making plumes flutter. Two on the riders dismount and hold door open of coach. A lady in black with her face masked by a black veil steps regally from coach. The riders dismount, gathering protectively around her. The coach driver takes the coach to the stable, two of the riders take the horses there too.*

"Have a care, Cal, it is the witch known as The Black Widow. She is dangerous and would think nothing of killing anyone who stands in her path. She has been looking for years for the man who killed her husband.That is why they call her the Black Widow."

*goes out to meet the Lady offering his hand for support, she nods and takes it as he leads her inside, he shows her to a nearby table, makes sure she is comfortable and fetches her over a drink*


*He sits himself down next to her, their heads are bent together, almost touching, as much feavered whispering takes place between the two*