Treve-Tarn House roleplay in Ruined Temple

When the tarn house was burned down in Port Armenia, the tarn house members started a journey to collect tarn and tharlarion eggs to replace the stock. (There is more to this roleplay and people may find out in the future what brings me after all these long years back to Treve.)
Tal to the newer players who do not know me. I'm ancient Treve, the Rau of Treve, the first family ever created in Gor. We all were born in Treve, Havoc Rau, Melichor Rau and Adoveea Rau.
I have the full knowledge of Treve, my first day in sl was in City of Treve where I "lived" for two real life years, and many older players know the story of Adoveea Rau of Treve. The Ubars of Treve through the years acknowledged my claim, and also know of what burdens I carry for the city.
Not many roleplayers can say this, I have always kept Treve's location secret. And I have never sworn to another homestone in full loyalty, honor and blood. When you roleplay for over 4+ years, thats a strong statement.
My most ancient title is Tarnkeeper of Treve, and the Ubars were aware of what duties came from it,and why through the years, often Treve tarnsman protected the tarn house.

Draco and Dove came to Minus, then moved to a ruined temple high in the Voltari mountains to collect the eggs. (been there for three real life days now)
Draco is on patrol (offline) when this happens.

[07:21 AM] Ashoka Mosely: dropping from the tarn , he spooted another parked beast that lay on the ground, sending Maximus off to feed, he dropped down to investigate, this was one he had not seen before on the lands, " who rides you...." he focused its eyes on the tarn, calming it, speaking to its spirit, he had a natural way with the tarns, why, it was never explained....
[07:23 AM] Adoveea Rau hearing footsteps grabs a small stout stick and slaps the tharlarian around the snout with a hissed command of "guard"
[07:29 AM] Ashoka Mosely: head the rustling below and took a sniff in the air, the training he had since young, primed in the hunt with th esenses of a sleen, he picked up the trail of the tharlion easily, reaching for his sword, the fingers wrapped to the hilt, he drew it, the blade sliced teh air crisply with a slight hiss, his finger primed twice before his line of sight, his arm cocked and ready to strike, he paused, waiting to hear any movement, " Turian....." he called, he had not seen a tharlion less in teh plains, that was his first instinct, " what is your business in teh Voltai.... "
[07:32 AM] Adoveea Rau tilts up her head her eyes narrowing at the sound of the male voice and inwardly smiles with as she pulls her own dagger holding it. She spent time and hours preparing it, the coating of poision deadly and true and she waits watching the stairs
[07:35 AM] Ashoka Mosely: there was no answer, and he struck at the floor as he moved, the sparks from the steel forged from the smithys of Axe Glacier, where he had led the Northern inquisition pushin Treve's borders far into the wilderness of Torvaldsland, cracking the stone and sending sparks as he walked, watiting to hear the rustling of the beast, " who is below...." he called again, in truth, he did not know where the gates and the stairs were, it was his first time there at the ruins, he smiled, always he knew the stoned ruins would bring some sort of adventure...." You will do well, to answer, Ace of Treve... " he called... teh fire in his eyes alight, as he strapped on his helmet proudly, pacing, looking for the entrance
[07:37 AM] Adoveea Rau strides fast to the doorway and the rattle of metal rings down as she slides the tarn wire down, hearing the voice and knowing it, she clenches her gloved fist, she was not to be known or found now, and to be discovered so easily, well voices can be silenced, blamed on wild animals and she waits again behind the wire, the dagger hilt, hard in her clenched fist
[07:40 AM] Adoveea Rau watches as the great beast sniffs the air and starts to move like a deadly huge force up the stairs the tail lashing behind it
[07:42 AM] Ashoka Mosely: the steel on the ground did not result in any more motion from the ground, rather did he detect more of the smell, whatever that it was below him, was no longer moving, all that could be heard was the thud of his heart as the adrenaline kicked into gear, equal parts fight, equal parts thrill. He flared his nostrils more, he could of sworn, he had heard something before, but for now, it was quiet, he watched, waited, whatever it was it was not responding to his voice, he clanged harder on the ground, if there was something there, it would stir...and reveal its location...." I say again..." he growled, hissing under his teeth, " you will answer a Trevan.... "
[07:45 AM] Ashoka Mosely: watched and suddenly froze, there to his right, the shadow was what alerted him to the beast, he drew his sword, and grinned, " another beast without a rider..... something fishy is going on..."
[07:46 AM] Adoveea Rau the tharlation gives a huge bound and leaps onto the platorm hisses and snapping at the warrior with teeth and claws visciously striking down at him
[07:48 AM] Ashoka Mosely: blocks the beast strikes with his shield and barely makes it out through the back, his sword thrown from him, only his bow now he reached for, and he rushed up top of the roof, his shield, barely keeping the beast at bay, " Maximussss! " he shouts out.... eyes though, in particular, shiingin brightly , with equal parts terror, yet, equal parts of pure exhileration
[07:49 AM] Adoveea Rau tharlarion rushes him like a heavy strong wall and snaps, then turns lumbering to get out of the arrows clawing and snarling as the arrows shoot down upon it
[07:51 AM] Ashoka Mosely: lauighed wildly as he swooped over the temple the clearing on the roof top lettin ghim angle the tarn towrds the ground and he whipped out his heavy bow and rained arrows over the beast, laughing wildly as he struck it down, watching it hiss in anger as he was unable to reach the tarnsman, trapped within the walls of the temple, confused, trapped, " thats why... flying is better !" cried the tarnsman, and slew the arrows from teh sky, until the beast was downed
07:49 AM] Swamp High War Tharlarion H150 shouts: FATAL SHOT ON THARALION
[07:53 AM] Adoveea Rau head tilts up and her fingers clench tighter as she hears the whistle of arrows, the scream of rage from the tharlarion then the heavy fall of the body and she bites her gloved hand under her viels and slides deeper into the other rooms. The single drop of sweat slides down her face under the veils. Draco is on patrol in the mountains, and she trusted to what defenses they had, so she waits, in stark terror and anger combined for what may come
[07:57 AM] Ashoka Mosely: landing atop the beast he reached for his steel which it had knocked from him, taking it, he found the back of the neck and clenching both palms to the hilt, drove the blade deep into its back vertebrate and killing it instantly with the steel reaching the jocular on teh other side, instant death, painless, better than it slowly bleeding by arrows, " if you could fly....I would have been in trouble..." he whispered to the beast, and then wiped the blood on the body, he looked around, now, eyes strining, the beast movements would have led him to the owner, now, it was dead, he knew ther was or must be someone about, first a tarn, then a tharlion, both without riders, something of an anomaly in the ruins, that caugh his attention..." your beast is dead..." he called out..." come out now, in surrender... and you will not be harmed..." he shouted out, trying to see if anyone was below, " you will do well, to answer a Trevan "
[08:00 AM] Adoveea Rau sinks back into the shadows the dagger tight, her resolve strong, one scratch and it's death to them, ost poisioned. The voice is muffled, not one she knows and the sounds of silence enfold around her as she waits protective and fierce as any tarn over it's nest.
[08:03 AM] Ashoka Mosely: still there was silence, he walked down, he sniffed the air, there was no scent.... he heard for movement, there was none aswell, eyes furrowed, senses sparked, the hunting sleen unable to pick up a trace, he watched, waited, following his steps closely, hand griping the hilt loosely, rotating the steel around his wrist, ready to strike at an instant, " Show yourself.. " he called out.. this time though, there was a hesitance in his voice.. he was no longer sure, if there was anything inside... also aswell, the tarnsman, was not fond of cramped places, his battleground, was the sky
[08:05 AM] Ashoka Mosely: GGGRROOAAAARGGRRRLL!!!!!!!!!
[08:06 AM] Adoveea Rau slowly moves the dagger in a shift of silken cloth around so the blade hilt is now in her palm and the edge ready for a slicing, not upward like other foolish women, this woman has been trained by the best of the reds, and she jerks startled at the sudden growl, her feet making a rasp over the stone, loud in her ears
[08:07 AM] Ashoka Mosely: growled in pain as some kind of contraption stung his flesh, cathching him in full suprise, he could feel the blood over his slesh and he struck a tit hard, the clang of the steel onto some kind of door that had broken his skin.... yet as he growled, he heard a muffle over stone... " come out now! " he commanded... yet, he knew he would need to get treated soon, no idea what had struck him, his eyes and vision deeply reduced due to the dimly lit room, he looked around for a torch, to see the damage caused
[08:09 AM] Adoveea Rau voice curls out, rich and the accents of ancient treve slide like dark honey in them "be gone. there is nothing here for you" directs the cold icy feminine voice
[08:12 AM] Ashoka Mosely: heas finally a voice, it was an old one, vaguely familiar, the accent , unmistakable, " You speak in the old tongue of Treve.... " he called out... " what have you struck me with on this door.... and what are you doing on my land ! " he stepped back now, sheathing his sword, his torch, he brought to his wounds to inspect, the womans voice was frail, and had she wanted to, he knew she would have rushed to get him, unlike the tharlion before, he had no advantage of flight now, and he knew not this dungeon well, " you will not be harmed..... " he held the torch up...." what is this magic and this door that strikes me "
[08:13 AM] Adoveea Rau voice answers in that distain sweeping over "that is not your business warrior of Treve' oh the tone is imperious"and that is tarn wire, warrior, you will not pass through it without slicing every part of your body away" the voice now shows heavy amusement in it
[08:18 AM] Ashoka Mosely: thought a moment... he searched his pouches for salve.. he had none... and would have to get patched up with Gena later, he stepped back, glad at least it was not a poison of some kind, he reached for his bota of sul paga, that he kept along side the warmed kalana, the drink of champions, and doused it over the souns on his ribs and chest, cleaning it, for the time being, incase of infection, he took a step abck and put the torch to the table, " what is tarn wire, doing in an old temple..." he called out, and began to look for any bandages or kanda he may have, " also.... " and he bluffed at this as he was not sure, " you shuold know.... there is no way for me to get in...but...there is no way for you to get out either..." he grinned..." now, either you come out now.... or i will get my men to stand guard here for as many dayas as it takes you to finally emerge begging for food and rations and water..... until all your supplies run out.... and then.... the fate that will await you will be worse... far worse.
[08:18 AM] Ashoka Mosely: .. for not listening to me while you had the chance..." he sighed and winced slightly at the pain, before shaking it off... " now... are you going to do things the easy way...and come out.... or do i have to bring my men.... and wait till you come out ylataer...." he paused to let her think it true, she really had no choice... and was trapped within her own protective walls...
[08:19 AM] Ashoka Mosely: " my sword is sheathed..." he calls out.." and will remain so....if you come out now..." he made it unusually loud sheathing sound as he slid the steel in the scabbath....he was giving her a way out, and , an easier option
[08:22 AM] Adoveea Rau listens in dark anger, to his statements and she glances around the room, and cusses out under her breath that she didn't bring food and drink here. The stomach clenches reminding her that she was sitting down to her meal just when the tharlarion gave notice of an intruder. She weighs her options in the silence, and shakes her head. "Warrior, be gone "she orders again "there is nothing here for you, no purpose or reason" she finishes with a snap and prays under breath "Draco, come home, come home.."
[08:25 AM] Ashoka Mosely: a familiar name came to his ears, as a young boy he had travelled, to a land called Fina, where he was trained by one, under that name, the man had selected him when found in Fina, for some reason, they had formed a bond instantly, connected somewhat, before he had had enough of that land, to return to his home in the scarlet crags of the Voltai ranges, he frowned, " Draco of Fina...." he growled..." what is a Finian doing in my home...." he hissed, and though he reached for the steel, he did not remove the blade, he had given word, that she woudl nto be harmed, " come out... I have said you would not be hurt if you come out now..." he tapped his fingers on the table, one not to beg, " I am Treve.... I do not stain my honor... "
[08:29 AM] Adoveea Rau closes her eyes and weighs the options, wait or not. She is safe, and time will pass slowly but sooner or later he will be back and she throws her trust to what she knows and the voice calmly answers "I am fine where I am " she informs him in a mild cool voice as if she was ordering tea in a tea room "go on your patrols warrior, there have been panthers and others running around the lands below. Those are the ones you need to watch for"yep, she's stubborn, as stubborn as the very rocks of the Volatri
[08:33 AM] Ashoka Mosely: just shook his head, from the sound of it, there was only one of them there, just that woman, and sooner or later, she would have to come out, " you have chosen.... " he called to her, and slowly made his way to the stairs, " my men will be stationed around this entrance, and wait for you to give up yourself, should not take more than a day or two.... without food or water..." he called to her , sneering almost, " then you will choose to surrender yourself, and will be escorted to me..... we will see, if I am charitable then...as I am now..." he called to her, " by the time my first guards come to monitor the passageway, if you have not surrendered, I will take it you chose the hard way......and will not be pardoned.... " he called to her as he strode up the stairs
[08:38 AM] Adoveea Rau hisses under her breath and listens intently to the footsteps, the sweat now making the inside of her glove slippery but she keeps the grip firm. She feels the lead weight of dispair hit her at his words. More men, and she glances around the stone walls knowing the supplies are limited but she will wait. Her companion will be back soon, she hopes.
[08:40 AM] Ashoka Mosely: dusts his hands, " very well .... " he would leave her to her devices, he was quite certain, with the numbers he would put out, she would be brought to his office within the next two days, at least 3 men would be positiond, if it was indeed Dracos of Fina, there would need to be that many to hold him back, then again, they would have the element of suprise, for Dracos would not know of the ambush that lay in wait, " I will speak to you soon woman... " he called abck, and headed up the stairs, next order of business, would be to get cleaned up his wounds..