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Crimson
11/22/2001 6:00 AM

{ooc: I don't have an idea where this story is going to lead so if anyone has an idea please mail me at janjaapsandee@hotmail.com}

bic:

It was a sunny afternoon and the maids at the Lazing Mage Inn were working on their daily chores. There were some customers but only a few. It was quite calm these days, of course not being near a town also prevent lot's of customers.
Suddenly the door was thrown open by a rather tall and lean man, obviously a fighter. "...I'm telling you that troll was heading for you." he was saying while walking in.
"And I'm telling you he wasn't, " the man coming up behind him was saying, "and I would have gotten him if you hadden't gotten in the way."
Judging by his black robes he was obviously a mage. But not very old, perhaps in his late twenties. So was his companion.
"And why in name of the Abyss do we have to stay in an inn called the Lazing Mage." He continued in an agrivated voice.
"Because we have just been in a battle and need to rest," the fighter retorted, "and this is the only inn for miles."
"Bah, " the mage snorted, "I don't need rest, I still have spells memorized."
"And what if we were to encounter a dragon or some other big monster." the fighter asked inquisitively.
"Well, for starter dragons haven't been seen since the age of might. If they even exist. Besides you know I'll just strengthen you magicaly and make a run for it." the wizard snaps.
"That's just typicall for you isn't it. Letting others do your dirty work for you." the fighter retorts.
The bikkering keeps going on even when they sit down by a table. Only to be interupted to order some food and a room. Then continuing as if they weren't interupted.
"Right now where do you suggest we go from here." the fighter asks.
"Well maybe we can get into the tower in Palanthas. There should be something that could help us in there." the wizard replies.
"Have you gone insane, " the fighter yelled, "no one gets in there."
"Well we have to do something, or do you want to be stuck with me forever." the wizard said in a mocking voice.
"No of course not, " the fighter snapped, "but their has to be another solution to our problem."
"Will you keep quiet for once. Remember the trouble we got into in Tarsis. I don't want that to happen again." the wizard replied.
"Yes well that was an accident, it won't happen again." the fighter replies, "Now lets just get something to eat and get some sleep. And I have some wounds to tend to."
The wizard laughs, "See why magic is better, you don't get hurt. You just have to memorise spells and handle components."
"Whatever. " The fighter replies and starts eating.
The wizard obviously hungry too, also grabs his plate and starts eating. Finally there is a silence among the two. Most of the customers wondering how long it wil last.

{ooc: wonder how this will work out}
Always make sure you have failsafes for the backup of the backups to the secondary failsafe of the primary backup switch to the secondary backup wheel.

[Edited by Crimson on Friday, November 23, 2001 12:29 AM]

[Edited by Crimson on Tuesday, December 4, 2001 12:55 AM]

starlite4774
11/23/2001 1:52 PM

(OOC: Yipes. Put spaces in between paragraphs, please! :)))

Melethka sat quiety in a table in the corner of The Lazy Mage. She frowned, a frown that creased her beautiful elven features, as she considered finding the owner and showing him just what a 'lazy' mage could do...

Drinking her elven wine, Melethka refreigned from any violent actions--at least until two entirely-too-loud patrons entered the tavern. One was obviously a mage, albeit a young one, while the other was a warrior. Melethka tried to block them out as much as she could. Just when her elven patience was about to wear out--an amazing thing in itself--they stopped. Melethka sighed in relief. She was not in the mood for such...youngness.

Standing, her red robes swirling about her feet, the elf walked with unconscious grace towards the barkeep. Her auburn hair fell neatly to her shoulders, her blue eyes surveying all. "I need a room," she said to the rather plump human who ran the Lazy Mage. He held up a hand and turned to continue his previous conversation. Melethka sighed and settled in to wait.

Her ire only increased when she discovered the young mage staring at her.Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Lady_Kylie_Starglow
11/23/2001 3:17 PM

Kylana propped her elbow on the table and rolled her eyes. The half-elf ranger was growing weary of the kender who had followed her to the inn.

"...and then BAM! I hit the troll in the head with my hoopak!" the female kender was saying. "Of course, right after that, the dragon tried to attack with his flame breath, and I ducked, and he burned the troll to a crisp! Look, the dragon singed off a bit of my hair here, see?"

Kylana glanced at the kender's slightly singed topknot. It was more likely that the kender had leaned too close to a campfire.

The kender's attention was suddenly taken by an arguing fighter and mage. "I'm going to go over and talk to them!"

"Wait, no!" Kylana cried, reaching out for the kender, but just missing her. The kender disappeared in the maze of tables and chairs.

Kylana jumped up and ran after the kender. If the kender stole anything from a mage and a fighter, they wouldn't hesitate to set more than her topknot on fire.

She had just collected the kender, grabbing her by her topknot and dragging her back to the table, when the mage called out, "Stop, thief! That little cutpurse stole my spell component pouch!"

The fighter grabbed Kylana by her arm and yanked her back to the bar. "Are you responsible for the kender?"

starlite4774
11/23/2001 6:08 PM

"No, sir, she's not responcible for me! I'm my own person, or rather my own kender, though I think maybe I might not be all kender as my second great, great, great grandmother on my uncle's left side..." The kender continued to talk a mile a minute until Melethka exploded.

"Honestly!"she yelled, eyeing the half-elf with a murderous gaze. Not waiting for her to get the kender under control, Melethka snapped her slender fingers. The kender kept talking but sound no longer came from her mouth. Then she turned to the half-elf.

"Honestly, I would think that even a half-elf would be able to pick better companions! And if you are so inclined to travel with such...with kender...accept the consequences and keep that thing under control." Her voice was as cold as her ice blue eyes. "Barkeep, where is my damn room!" she yelled, before looking at the kender. "You will give what you stole back or you will never speak again."

((OOC: Sorry about being a jerk! I'm just in a bad mood and so is Melethka...hehe. :)))Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Lady_Kylie_Starglow
11/23/2001 8:45 PM

(OOC: I don't mind bad moods, it makes an excellent condition for conflict and catfights)

BIC:

Kylana's icy eyes flared in anger. "And just who do you think you are to speak to me in such a tone? Maybe if I had chosen to travel with kender, I could accept the consequence. And another thing," Kylana yelled, her voice raising to fever-pitch, "how DARE you look upon other creatures as if they were dirt! What makes YOU so damn wonderful?"

Kylana shook the kender by the shoulder. "Give the sharp-tongued bitch back her pouch, kender."

The kender reluctantly handed back the pouch. She was about to spout out the usual kender dribble about, "You must have dropped it," but then she remembered she didn't have a voice.

"Now, give her her voice back," Kylana said, her hand on her short sword, "or not only will you never speak again, but you'll never breathe again, either."

(OOC: haha, sorry I'M being so temperamental, but Kylana is like that.)

starlite4774
11/23/2001 9:52 PM

((OOC: hehehe))

Melethka stared at the hot headed half-elf with a cool gaze. "Who am I? I am the Master of Melethka, last of the ancient order of pure knowledge and magic. And in case you have forgotten, or been distracted by your tempermental and shortsighted human blood, Melethka means shadow in the beautiful language of the Qualinesti. And who might you be, who is so quick and willing to fight me?"

She shifted slightly, allowing her red robes to fall away, revealing the well worn garments of a traveler and twin, silver scimitars. "By the way, I do not treat people as dirt--unless they prove themselves to be so." Her blue eyes flashed. "Do not challenge me unless you intend to win. I will not have my time wasted by one such as yourself." Her icy tone left an awkward silence. Everyone knew she was perfectly serious and everyone knew this would be one helluva show.

((OOC: Now I feel bad!! I like half-elves!! Tanis, forgive me. :)))Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Loganus_Korwyrn
11/25/2001 9:09 AM

The solid oaken door of the inn was hurled open and closed in an instant to keep out the cool brisk night out from competing with the fresh fire that was stiring in the hearth. A heavily cloaked figure remained at the entranceway once the doors closed firmly. Frost-tipped fur lining around the hood slowly melted within the comfy inn temperature, even as the figure pulled the hood back and the cloak off in a hurry it was apparent it was a human male.

He stomped off his bright black leather boots that were surely were new items, but had a bit of wearing on the soles. Black-purple tights outlined and accented his hard taunted leg muscles. His tunic was finely stitched and crafted with a fierce black front and black-purple back and also with a ancient griffon clutching a broad sword that was buried in a stone block. The image was tight as it was pulled over a barrel chest that was well formed from many swings of the mighty weapon strapped to his back.

The tall and sleek warrior walked up to the bar and ordered a stout black ale, and sipped it slowly as he scanned the room, watching an apparent catty fight wage in the corner with two, granted attractive women. He turned his watery crisp brown eyes back to his drink, as his opal black hair ran loose down his broad back. He sighed softly, and rubbed his wrist against his dusky forehead in thought. Then went about reseating the obsidian handled broadsword that pressed against his back and bumped into a chair. The blue steel blade within it's black leather sheathe, that was etched very lovingly in blood red runes, sung as he pulled it out and pressed it in firmly within it's sheathe.

"Can I fill 'er up agin' stranger," the generously plump innkeeper drawlled as he wiped clean a spotty glass before the big warrior. "We 'ave a wide selection of drink if it be ye fancy." The innkeeper's eyes darted to the ranger, two mages, the kender and the fighter in the corner nervously as he had just had the inn finally patched up from the last brawl of 5 weeks ago. He looked pleadingly at the coiled warrior before him to perhaps break up the boiling temperature in the corner of the inn. All he got in return was the brown eyes hardened to a deep maple shade.

"I don't work for free, and I don't waste my time on bouncing around half drunk patrons, keep," the warrior said with a biting smile and took another drink of his frothy ale. "Besides it should prove interesting how this is played out. Just keep the ale spicey and hot, and your whelps away from me, and I won't have to cause you any trouble."

With that he stood up and walked to the far side of the room, pointedly ignoring the kender as she stared at him as he passed. But then he sighed and gave her a bright ivory smile, that he shared with her only, and turned away to make sure none saw his love of the kenderfolk in the world. Wouldn't make for a merc to have soft spots in the open, he thought with a twist of his lips.

Crimson
11/27/2001 12:35 AM

{I'm a bit confused who is who here who stole what from who. don't take any of this personally but the mage is a bit egocentric}

The mage sulkily took back the pouch with spell components. "Kenders, half-elves, women even. What is this world coming to." he muttered.
"Oh be nice for once will ya." the fighter said releasing Kylana. "You know sometimes I really think you black robes need a social life."
"Hah, I don't need a social life." the mage retorted.
"Oh and what about me then." the fighter replied mockingly.
The mage, if anything, just became even more sulky.

Taking on a more friendly voice and demeanor. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Khallar. And the sulking mage over here is Shazram."
"Hey!!" Shazram retorted, but didn't say anymore at a gesture from Khallar.
"Now who might you all be." Khallar contnued in a plain voice.

Shazram just sat there watching everybody with obvious disgust and distrust.

{ooc: this better?}

Always make sure you have failsafes for the backup of the backups to the secondary failsafe of the primary backup switch to the secondary backup wheel.

[Edited by Crimson on Tuesday, December 4, 2001 12:58 AM]

Kalia_Majere
11/27/2001 11:06 AM

OOC: cool...I'll join.

BIC: Kalia smiled...then winced....all this argumentive behavior was giving her a headache. The Silver robed mage sat in the back of the tavern, her long silver hair just barely touched the floor, and her gold eyes stunned all who looked at her.

She busied herself by sipping her wine. She nearly laughed at the mage and fighter as they argued the existance of dragons. She smiled and then saw Melethka. this one had helped her when she was younger...When Takisis had tried to use her body as a gate to Krynn.

She tried to catch Melethka's eye and smiled."On a hot summer's night, would you offer your throat to the wolf With the red roses?"

-"You took the words right out of my mouth"-meatloaf

Lady_Kylie_Starglow
11/27/2001 11:54 AM

OOC: The kender supposedly stole a pouch from the mage, then stole something from Melethka.

BIC:

Kylana rearranged herself, checking the arrangement of her short sword and her bow. The fighter's hands had been rough, and she rubbed at a bruise that was starting to form on her arm. She turned to the female mage.

"I'm sorry if I offended, elf," she said by way of apology, her voice still cold. "I did not mean to challenge you. I just don't enjoy watching the gods' creatures being roughly treated by someone who thinks they are better than them. The kender has just as much right to be here as you do."

Kylana crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the bar, waiting to hear what the brawny fighter had to say.

starlite4774
11/27/2001 3:06 PM

((OOC: ...Kalia!! Now I'm all confused. When did I help you? Did Caramon even happen?! AHHHHHH!! Anyways, Melethka is actually a very nice person...she just happens to be in a bad mood at the moment. :) I felt like playing someone mean...I think I shall continue...hehe...wait, who am I s'posed to recognize??))

Melethka gazed back at the Kylana with an equally cold gaze. "Apology accepted." Turning on her heel, she looked at the kender and waved her hand. The kender opened her mouth to talk, but the mage held up a hand. "Not a word," she warned.

Turning, she scowled at the fighter who were hailing her and Kylana. Her blue gaze turned to his companion...that mage...looked familiar...

Just then a truely familiar smile caught her eye. Melethka turned to see her old friend Kalia sitting near the fire and sipping wine. Melethka sighed and attempted a smile.

"Small world, my friend," she said to Kalia. "I am not having a good day. You've been warned." she said with a true smile this time. Kalia gave a small laugh. Melethka turned to slip into a seat when she realized the fighter was still calling. She sighed again and asked Kalia to excuse her for a moment.

Walking up to the fighter, she glared at him with startling blue eyes and asked, "Yes?"

((OOC: Please let me know if I'm s'posed to recognize or react in a certain way. :P))Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

There is nothing there in darkness that is not also there in light.

While a good writer can make dreams into reality, a great writer can make reality into dreams... --me

Kalia_Majere
11/27/2001 10:52 PM

OOC: lOl!!! wrong thread hon!! In "Defying Destiny" you helped "Glimmer" with that character...so you probablly wouldn't recognize her in her human form."On a hot summer's night, would you offer your throat to the wolf With the red roses?"

-"You took the words right out of my mouth"-meatloaf

Crimson
11/27/2001 11:53 PM

{ooc: wether you recognize the mage is up to you. but you should know that he was banned from the tower. the reason is because he ate the tower masters familiar (don't ask). also this is before the war of the lance.}

"Yes, good elf." the fighter said in a delighted voice, "my friend here believes he recognized you. Do you recognize him."
The mage in the mean time had hid his face in his hood, muttering somthing like "I'll get you for this."Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart,
but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Gabriel_Ebonwoulfe
11/29/2001 2:59 PM

Gabriel sat back and sipped his ale amused by the argument of the ever growing group. The long grey cloak he wore was travel stained and his battle axe lay across the table in front of him. His blond hair was tied back in a ponytail and his light blue eyes held knowledge far beyond his years. He wore the cloak when he traveled as to not make a spectical of himself. For there were two distinct feelings twards the Knights intence love of and intence hatred of unfortunetly there was no grey area. The cloak did little however to conceal the armor of a Solemnic Knight as the light from the torch shimmered along the silver lining his ancestrial armor. He adjusted the gauntlets on his hands and laughted a bit louder than he had intended as the Kender rambled on about lineage as Kender so often do.

This drew the attention of the obviously half-elven ranger who glared at him menacingly. He rose from his feet and stretched every muscle and sinew in his 6'5" body ached and called for sleep. He slid his battleaxe into it's belt hook and began to walk past the group. As he did so he felt a slight tug at his gold pouch. He reached down and got a hand full of Kender topknot and lifted the small female to eye level.

" Not gonna happen little friend." he began, " I have alot of experience with your kind. I am effectively Kenderproof."

Gabriel looked at the assembled group of travelers and said politely as he slightly shook the kender,

" Excuse me, Who does this belong to ?" Mesmerized, he stared at the light. It seemed to be of every color he had ever seen whirling into one. But, as he watched, horrified, fascinated, unable to look away, he saw the light separate and become distinct, forming into the five heads of a dragon.

[Edited by Gabriel_Ebonwoulfe on Thursday, November 29, 2001 3:12 PM]

starlite4774
11/30/2001 2:15 PM

((OOC: Oh, I recognize her human form. I'm just that damn good. :) And I was asking if Caramon happened as a seperate question. I know there was another, I just don't remember what happened in it. :P))

Melethka glanced up at the Knight and frowned. She, though held no ill will towards Knights, was ever weary of them as you can never tell if they are the typical type that hates magic with an ignorant passion.

"The kender belongs to her," she said, nodding in the direction of the half-elf and then turning back to the fighter and the mage.

A name swam in her memory, a name to a familiar face...

Suddenly, the name clicked and the elf, in an unconsciously human reaction, exploded, "YOU!!" and grabbed the mage's arm...

((OOC: hehe. As Melethka is in a bad mood (still) she has protective shields up. You touch her without permission, you get shocked. Like a force-field. :) ))Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

There is nothing there in darkness that is not also there in light.

While a good writer can make dreams into reality, a great writer can make reality into dreams... --me

Lady_Kylie_Starglow
11/30/2001 2:31 PM

"No," Kylana said coldly, glaring at Melethka, "the kender is NOT mine. She's been following me all the way from Haven."

Kylana turned toward the knight and offered him a friendly smile. "Hello, goodly knight. Who might you be?"

She was taken aback by the sudden outburst by Melethka. "What in the Abyss...."

Gabriel_Ebonwoulfe
11/30/2001 4:07 PM

Gabriel sat the kender on the ground and shooed it away from him. He then looked at the half-elf who turned twards him. He returned the friendly smile and sketched a half bow to the woman.

" My name good lady, Is Gabriel Ebonwoulfe Solemnic Knight of the Rose."

Before he could ask the lady for her name in return and dish out a bit of the charm which was his mark and trade another of the group exploded screaming loudly and Gabriel was momentarily taken aback. Then quickly moved to come between the two mages for he had no fear of them flinging magic at each othere let alone through him.

" Now let us calm ourselves and allow the cooler heads to prevail in this matter. We need not resort to violence." he said calmly laying his hand upon the head of his axe adding a subtle little threat to his innocent comment. " Do we?" Mesmerized, he stared at the light. It seemed to be of every color he had ever seen whirling into one. But, as he watched, horrified, fascinated, unable to look away, he saw the light separate and become distinct, forming into the five heads of a dragon.

Loganus_Korwyrn
11/30/2001 5:44 PM

"Eh, and what of a bit of violence Rose," came the deep voice from the darkend corner where the warrior sat. "Not everyone in the world wishes to hide behind their Measures and Codes." The blackness in the corner blotted out all shape and telltale details of the man. All that could be seen is the careful lighting of a warmed pipe, as embers burn inside it, puffing off thick smoke to trail and curl.

The kender walked to the corner of the room and sat near the shadowy figure. All that could be seen in the feeble light of the tavern on the table was the man's well made leather boots, a half-empty mug of the blackest ale possible to humankind and a midnight-blue handled throwing knife that was buried in the oaken table. There was a deep silence, so thick it could have pockets for the kender to pick clean. Once more it was broken by that steady strong voice.

"High trumpetin' kind always trying to push morals and wants upon all else," the man said, obviously sneering as he spoke. "Probably only to cover their own weaknesses, don't you say wee one?" This last was said to the kender girl as her purple stockinged legs swung to and fro as she sad on the hard bench next to the shadow.

"They do have a way with always speaking of codes," the kender spun her words into a whirlwind as she rubbed her skull. "Ow, that did hurt Mr. Knight, I don't know why you had to go pulling on my hair, I just had it fixed up earlier this week, now look at it. How would you feel if a big ogre came and put your hair in a knot and span you about like a top--" The kender girl went on and on, as the shadow of a man shrugged off his cloak as the light caught opal black hair and lost it as it blended back into the shadows.

The half-elf ranger could feel his eyes flash over her, quickly as if sizing up a piece of meat, as those same eyes worked over the Knight, waiting for him to provoke him. Perhaps if he bloodied the knight enough, he'll have the little strump of a half-elf crawling all over him in appreciation, they certainly look like a couple, Loganus thought wickedly. With that thought the shadows turned it's head toward the knight again, letting out a silent puff of curling smoke billow about.

"Your move Rosie," the voice craved out the very heart of the room and leveled it. "You may get that axe out fast enough or you may not." White teeth gleamed in the blackness of shadows and smoke, as the tight doe-skinned gloved hand dabbed a bit of the black ale, and traced it down the blue-steeled dagger. "I'm hoping you try and be foolish, or be smart and let the mages, that fighter, and the ranger finish business." He snickered at this and waited for time to move quickly in the next moments...

Gabriel_Ebonwoulfe
12/01/2001 11:05 PM

Gabriel looked deep into the shadows attempting to disern the face of the man who enjoyed hiding in the shadows. He took the words of the shadowy coward, which is what Gabriel thought of the man who hid his face, in stride. For he knew what the man was attempting. He would not give the man the honor of combat with a Knight of Solemnia, not give him the honor of dieing in said battle. Gabriel was probably the largest of the solemnic knights and the only that he knew of with skill enough with an axe to use it as a favored weapon. So quick as lightning the battle axe came into his hands and flew end over end at the man in the shadows. Halfway through its flight it simply vanished and returned to Gabriel's waiting hand.

" Quick enough for ya Friend ? "

He asked his aroogence brimming over into his voice as he held the axe in his right hand before him.

" Not all the Solemnic Knight hate magic. Yet we all hat loud mouthes and meddlers friend. I suggest you take that into account before you place your judgements and oppinions on me any further."

He looked to the half-elf who's face was set in that of suprize before quickly shifting to a smile as the axe returned to his hand. Never hurt to put on a little show for the women from time and again and at the same time save his honor which this man was questioning.

" I push nothing on noone. I am only seeking to stop needless bloodshed in this inn. There is a place and time for everything and this is neither the place nor the time for violence. "

Gabriel's light blue eyes burnt with an inner flame which begged to be released as his hands loosened and tightened on the haft of his axe. Simply begging the man to take this any further.Mesmerized, he stared at the light. It seemed to be of every color he had ever seen whirling into one. But, as he watched, horrified, fascinated, unable to look away, he saw the light separate and become distinct, forming into the five heads of a dragon.

Kalia_Majere
12/01/2001 11:43 PM

Kalia frowned and watched the proceedings without making a sound. Though it was her place as the Daughter of Paladine to interfere and stop both parties, she remained in her seat. She raised her glass to her lips and sipped her wine, as her gold eyes watched the exchange with interest."On a hot summer's night, would you offer your throat to the wolf With the red roses?"

-"You took the words right out of my mouth"-meatloaf

Crimson
12/03/2001 12:52 AM

The minute Melethka grabbed the mage by the arm, the fighter was on his feet. Hand on his sword watching Melethka.

The mage startled at first by the reaction of Melethka. He was ready to cast a spell when suddenly the knight came standing between them.
"Get out of the way knight, this is none of your concern." the fighter said.
"No let him, " the mage whispered, "this elf is far more powerfull than me. Besides he's just another fighter."
The fighter responded only with a look.

Then the man in the corner started challenging the knight.

The mage seeing oppertunity of everyone being distracted, immediatly seized and cast a spell before melethka could react. There was a bright flash, and suddenly both fighter and mage were gone. But the tumping of the fighters heavy boots could be heard running south.

"That was a close one." the mage said, while running.
"Can we save this until we find a better place to rest." the fighter responded.
The mage replied in a silent nod as they mounted their horses.
"Let's go to Palanthas, as you suggested." the mage said.
And they rode of towards Palanthas.

{ooc: sorry it was getting crowded in there, plus the story is on the move now. btw, their names are Shazram (mage) and Khallar (fighter). why they're traveling together will get clearer later on. i also edited the first post to get the personalitie right.}
Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart,
but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Loganus_Korwyrn
12/03/2001 6:41 AM

Loganus chuckled at the pathetic knight. He knew them all to be cut from the same cloth. Pretentious, snotty little children. Obviously none in attendance would know of the famed Order of Scales that had been a well kept secret of Krynn ever since the creation of magiks and sword. The Order was filled with clerics, fighters, even mages, all that followed the path of the red moon. Amoung these was the creation of something unheard of in all of the histroy of the world.

Battlemages. Beings of such intense power and vigor that they could wield both steeled weapon and powerful magical forces. Many would point out this impossible due to the gods withholding from mages the power to use bladed weapons asides from knives and daggers. But the blades these few chosen hold were made of the Bloddewood tree found deep within Godshome, where meager mortals sought to tread. Due to the wood from the tree having the properties that enabled it to shift to the hardest of steels, it served well to fashion swords, axes and the like from it, into weapons of great magical might. Loganus was one of such. One of the Seven given to the earth to keep and fight for the balance of the world, the carefully cradled powers of evil and good at bay from rending life in half. So it meant, he didn't have to comform to any rules of being purely 'good' or purely 'evil.'

As soon as the fighter and the mage vanished before the befuddled knight, Loganus went into action. Before the eyes of the knight, the ranger, the cleric, mage, and the dear kender the shadows shifted and dissipated in the chair where the dusky warrior had sat a flash before. All that could be seen of his passage was the thick acidic smoke that had been puffing diligently from his pipe only moments before. A harsh shrill laugh could be heard as it echoed from nothingness.

"I'm glad he is gone," the half-elf ranger spoke softly. "I don't know why but, chills sped up my spine at the sight of him. Thank you galant knight for your protection of us." The ranger gave the knight a crooked smile as she walked past him.

The cleric stood stiffly, her golden eyes gleaming and locking on the knight. She parted her lips, but closed them only to look away back to the Melethka and beckon her closer to her. The knight smiled widly as he had proven once more the might and bearing of the Knights of Solamnia. He bunched his generous muscles and let his eyes smooth over appreciatively over the ranger's slick form-fitting tights. All forgot about the kender who stood up, was in such awe from the passing warrior was speechless, for all of ten seconds.

She stood up from the bench and walked over to where the ranger was, going behind the knight to avoid his pesky and knowing stare. As she passed him her eyes widened as her little digits pointed at someone on the knight's back. She bounced up and down and to and fro so much it caught the attention of the rest in the room. The ranger, the mage, cleric, even the rest of the patrons moved around the knight, as his eyes narrowed trying his best to see his rear as the others stared at him.

"What is it?" the knight bellowed in his deep voice. His axe at his belt swung back and forth as he attempted to see from either side of his shoulder. They all opened their mouths to speak, but couldn't utter a word. All aside from the impetuous bubbly kender girl as she piped up.

"Here lies the once noble of knights in his depthless sleep," the honey blond, topknotted kender spoke excitedly. "Day of the night, last of his life he stepped upon darkness. And it says your whole name, and even today's date! Hmm, that's strange, why would it say you died today, if you are alive right here in the flesh and walking about causing a stir, bothering good mannered kender, makes no sense." She went on and muttered about as she tried to puzzle it out.

The golden eyed cleric made a hand movement to ward off evil. "It was a warning little one, a very black warning indeed." They all stood and soon went back to figuring out where the fighter and mage had went off to.

The knight angrily pulled off his cloak, and ripped off the note and saw the back of the message as it read. "Next time it will be more than parchment and dipped ink at ye back. Signed regards." The proud knight ripped and rended the inky scroll into fragments and glared about the room to lash out at anymore who wished to question his valor.


Loganus' swift and light feet kept him within distance of the rapidly moving mage and fighter as the fled from the inn. He had seen the mage's lips and heard the spidery words of magic the mage spoke, knowing enough to follow them through the use of his own magic.

The dark of the night and the intense light of the day guided him as he pursued them with out their knowing, for how can one know when the wind is about to blow with no warning? Yes he thought to his self, this will make for a very interesting time indeed. His black shifting cloak trailed out after him as he was lost in the foilage behind the duo.

Kalia_Majere
12/03/2001 8:59 AM

OOC: hehe..um...Kalia isn't a cleric...when I said "Daughter of Paladine...I ment it..literaly...Kalia is the Crystal Dragon Crystalamira...known to most as Glimmer. She is the last and least known of the origional Dragon Daughters of Paladin. lol



BIC: kalia stifled a giggle and ran after the fighter, mage, and the knight.

"Come on you three...do you really want to leave them?? I can carry all of you !! Lets go!!" she ran outside, and waited "The world is not enough, but it is such a perfect place to start"

"No one ever died from wanting too much"

"theres no point in living if you can't feel alive"

"If we can't have it all...then nobody will"

-James Bond-The world is not enough-

starlite4774
12/03/2001 3:28 PM

((OOC: Wow, am I lost.))Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

There is nothing there in darkness that is not also there in light.

While a good writer can make dreams into reality, a great writer can make reality into dreams... --me

Crimson
12/04/2001 12:54 AM

Later that evening Khallar and Shazram found a clearing where they decided to rest. Horses tied to a tree they ate silently next to a campfire.

The silence was broken by Shazram. "I told you that elf recognized me." he said with disgust in his voice.
"Well I said I was sorry, but it doesn't matter. I am in as much trouble as you are." Khallar said while biting down a rabbits leg.
"Oh, how would that be? i'm the one that was banned from the tower. And I'm stuck with you."
"Well i'm stuck with you aren't I. I swore to fight in the name of Paladine and you are a black robe. Yet we are bound together by the curse."
"Will you keep quiet about that. And it's a miracle you even believe in the gods."
"Well it's not like there is anybody near here. And the gods haven't abandoned us, you believe your nuitari."
"Nevermind, we have a lot of ground to cover tomorrow. Let's get some sleep." the mage said while casting an alarming spell, warning them if anyone got within fifty feet.

{ooc: made the mage a black robe to make the contrast better.}Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

[Edited by Crimson on Tuesday, December 4, 2001 1:04 AM]

Lady_Kylie_Starglow
12/05/2001 10:44 AM

Kylana approached the camp carefully. After tracking the deceptive pair all day, she was hot, sweaty, dirty, hungry, and incredibly tired. She could feel the aura of evil magic emanating from the mage. He had cast some sort of spell, but she did not know what. Most likely some sort of protective spell to alarm them of intruders. Melethka, the knight, and the kender female were close behind her. Kalia was still in the air, having
reverted to her true dragon form - she was probably out hunting for her supper.

“Melethka, what kind of spell did the black mage cast?” Kylana asked.

“How should I know?” Melethka snapped.

“You’re a mage,” Kylana pointed out.

Melethka pursed her lips, unsure if she wanted to tell the half-elf ranger anything. “Its an alarm spell. It surrounds the perimeter of the casting point at a distance of fifty feet. It acts like a fence - as soon as someone touches the magic that guards the perimeter, the mage will know exactly where we are.”

“I know how to get us in,” Kylana said, searching the trees above her.

“How?” Melethka asked skeptically. “I just told you, as soon as you touch the perimeter, you’re caught. And none of your barbarian woodslore is going to help you.”

“You might not be able to walk through the perimeter,” Kylana said, finding a suitable tree branch and hoisting herself, cat-like, into the tree above her. “But you can jump over it without touching the perimeter.”

Melethka crossed her arms impetuously, sticking her aquiline elven nose in the air. “I will not climb about in trees like a common thief.”

“Fine,” Kylana said, jumping from the branch on which she rested to one on the tree beside it. “Then you can stay here with the knight and guard our backs.” Kylana looked down at the kender, the leaves framing her slightly almond-shaped, elven eyes. “Are you coming, little one?”

“Oh, can I really?” the kender asked excitedly, jumping up and down. “Oh, I’d love to. By the way, you can call me Amburrtail, because that’s my name. Oh, it will be so exciting to climb in trees like a lynx or a panther! Are we going to see the mage perform some magic for us?”

“Ssh, Amburrtail,” Kylana whispered. “We must be very quiet, or else the mage and the fighter will hear us. Can you do that for me?”

Amburrtail smiled and nodded silently. Melethka rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please,” she said. “I can’t believe you’re trusting a kender to stay quiet for longer than five seconds.”

Kylana reached her hand down and helped Amburrtail up into the tree branches. “At least its longer than you can keep quiet.”

Melethka shot Kylana with a scathing glance, her eyes staring daggers. Kylana smiled smugly and made her way through the trees to Khallar and Shazram’s camp. The kender followed silently after.

starlite4774
12/05/2001 1:44 PM

Melethka watched as the half-elf and kender climbed the tall tree. She wasn't quite sure why she hated them so much--though the kender was certainly annoying enough to warrent hatred--that half-elf just seemed to rub her the wrong way, so to speak. She sighed.

Could the mage really be stupid enough to not form the alarm in a dome...? Maybe... after all, he had been stupid enough to get himself throw out of the Tower. She snicker and then 'could have kicked herself', as the saying goes.

Why was she in such a bad mood? Looking up, she saw the half-elf attempting to help the kender onto some of the higher branches. Oh well, she thought and mentally prepared some spells to silence the alarm, should it go off.

All at once the kender slipped, crashing down through the tree. Melethka winced at the sound and waited for the fighter and mage to come out and investigate. But they didn't and as the minutes stretched, the mage sighed in relief...

...only to catch her breath in horror. The kender was hanging from a creaking branch by one hand. Summoning the shadows of the tree, Melethka gave them substance and willed them upward. They obeyed and soon the kender was back with the half-elf, secure on the branch.

Melethka dusted her hands and allowed the shadows to return to their sunless domain. She looked up in time to see Kylana giving her a funny look.

Inwardly, the elf laughed. Yes, she thought at the ranger. I can be a decent person... But as none of this was said and as the half-elf could not read her thoughts, the mage just smiled a sickeningly sweet smile.

((OOC: hehehe. :P Btw, I realize that red robes do not usually command shadows. She is part of a disbanded Order of Melethka, Melethka being the elven word for shadow. ))Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

There is nothing there in darkness that is not also there in light.

While a good writer can make dreams into reality, a great writer can make reality into dreams... --me

Crimson
12/06/2001 12:28 AM

The fighter was lying on his back and the mage huddled in his cloak. Suddenly without opening his eyes the fighter spoke, "Smart move climbing in the trees, but you might want to make less noise next time."
"And you're mage friend should have warned you that this spell is in a dome shape." the mage said.

Both were on their feet now. The mage was allready beginning to form a spell. "Wait" the fighter said, while gesturing to the mage, "Not until they're clear of the trees."
The mage stopped, but still ready to cast. The fighter too was ready, longsword in hand he waited for them to clear the trees.

{ooc: Melethka: the mage Shazram was kicked out of the tower about fifty years ago. you saw him only once at the tower and heard later in that he was kicked out, but mages have a good memory. he looked the same then as he does now}Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

[Edited by Crimson on Thursday, December 6, 2001 12:31 AM]

Loganus_Korwyrn
12/07/2001 10:29 PM

The fighter and the mage focused on the little half-elf ranger and kender companion in the cloaked trees of the dense forest. As they neared the clearing the ranger signaled the unusually quiet kender girl to hold her position. From their vantage point, the ranger could see the remnants of a burnt out camp fire and supplies carefully arranged about the site. A horse whinnied smartly as her keen eyes locked on to the animal as it pawed the earth in agitation. So busy she was hanging on to the bent thick branch of the tree and examining the camp ground, she had failed to notice where the fighter and mage had so expertly moved to escape her sight, until she heard the weaving spidery language of magic.

"Ustra, timus strant y ta darium," intoned the black robed magus as he pointed at Kylana. He smiled wickedly, but the smile didn't touch his eyes as he glared at the pesky ranger and kender. Kylana's cursed vehemently at her carelessness. Well, she thought, someone had to do something! She closed her eyes to hold back the image of some horrible demon, or bolt of shattering lighting from bringing her horrible death. Then she noticed that the magus' words trailed off, as if he was falling asleep. Then she heard that same dark voice she had heard from the corner of the inn.

"Perhaps they couldn't pass through the trees without your knowing, mage," the voice drifted on the thick morning breeze. "But your dome doesn't protect against one come from the ground, no matter how improbable that is. Besides, I can't let you rid the world of that ranger just yet, her and the noble Knight still have more use of amusing me with their little romance." Kylana blushed furiously at this as she had no retort, due to her hanging from the tree like an ant chewed leaf. Quick movement stopped her thoughts.

Two spectral hands reached from the ground and slid through the unprotected backs of the burly fighter, and the black mage. Both tensed at the chill feeling as the disembodied hands pierced deep and clutched their hearts, gripping them in such a way to stand in utter shock. All thoughts of spells fled from the mage's dark mind, and the fighter's hand went slack around his drawn blade. Soon afterward a figure started to congeal behind the pair.

"That will be enough," a commanding voice pulsed through the jungle. Loganus sneered at the sight of the 'cleric' from the inn. Just as he was about to unleash some sort of witty barb, he felt his grip become solid. He glared at the golden eyed woman, and ripped his hands from the pair's bodies before his hands actually killed them.

As soon as he pulled away, he felt the mage whip about, about to unleash a crackling bolt of lightening, even as the fighter wound up for a sword thrust. Loganus laughed merrily, and danced out the way, vanishing softly once more. He would have to be more careful with that duo, and must certainly learn more about this cleric, and the rest. Even the ranger had promise. He winked at the kender as she smiled at him, and he was lost to the winds.

((OCC: Sorry Kalia, didn't know she was a dragon, and that I was suppose to know she is a daughter of Paladine. Will keep that in mind, thanks. Hehe. Though, my character wouldn't know who she is, from how she looks. And honestly, she could pass for a cleric in description alone, so he shall remain oblivious to her true identity for the time being. Can't wait to see the rest of the posts to this.))

Crimson
12/10/2001 1:18 AM

{ooc: No more taking over again please. plus he wasn't planning on killing them yet, since the fighter held him back. but i'll go with this anyway.}

Shazram cursed under his breath. "Bested by a demon and rescued by a woman." he muttered.

"Well, i don't know what that was but..." Khallar started, but he was interupted by Shazram who looked as if he suddenly woke up.

"No!!" he yelled, "we are not going after him and try to stop him."

"But he is evil he must be stopped."

"Yes but he is far to strong for us. And i don't plan on dying yet."

"Well at least we won't have to go to the tower."

"The odds of us getting killed are just as big, and this won't be in our benefit."

"But just think of the people we might save."

"You and your deity, you're going to get us killed on of these days."

"Look I swore to fight in Paladine's name, besides your greed got us into trouble more than enough times. Remember Sylvanost."

"Please don't remind me of that." rubbing his behind while saying, "I can still feel it."

"Good just so you'll remember how bad your greed is."

"Do I have to bring up mt. Nevermind."

"Can we please end this discussion, and tend to things at hand." Khallar said as he turned to Kalia. "Thank you for your timely rescue. Tell me to which god are you a cleric."

The mage went to the place where the demon had stood. Looking for clues and traces. All the while muttering something about the fighter.

{ooc: these dialogs are going to come up lots of times.}Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Loganus_Korwyrn
12/10/2001 5:58 AM

OOC: I wasn't taking over anything. This was done to show the character's powers and his unperdictability. Your characters made hostile actions. You rather everyone react to what your characters do only? So be it. Not really interesting, but what ever you life chief.

Kalia_Majere
12/10/2001 10:16 AM

OOC: Hes right, Loganus. its considered very rude to take control of another person's character. If you have a plan, thats what the little envelope Icons are next to our sign-in names are for. Email us!! Thank you.

BIC: Kalia sighed, and called forth her staff. She smiled and bowed slightly. "I am no Cleric Khallar...But I do serve Paladine. I am a Silver robed mage, Taught by The Thorn himself." She stopped, and wondered to herself why she kept her dragon form a secret from these two...she shurgged and put it out of her mind, she would figure it out sooner or later.

"The world is not enough, but it is such a perfect place to start"

"No one ever died from wanting too much"

"theres no point in living if you can't feel alive"

"If we can't have it all...then nobody will"

-James Bond-The world is not enough-

Crimson
12/11/2001 12:51 AM

Khallar took a deep bow before Kalia. "I am honored to be rescued by you. I too fight in the name of Paladine." Khallar began.

"Oh, please. She's just a woman. And I've never heard of a silver robed mage." Shazram sneered.

"Be nice, will ya. Besides she's on out side." Khallar defended.

"No she is on your side."

"Whatever," Khallar said turning back to Kalia, "Do you have an idea who that was, and what he was planning?"

"Why do you always have to do this," Shazram moaned, "Whenever we encounter some evil being that might be dangerous to others you try to stop it, and drag me along with you." But Khallar didn't have any ear for him, he had full focus on Kalia. "Uh oh." Shazram said with realisation, and went on packing. Reclaiming certain objects from the kender.Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Kalia_Majere
12/11/2001 11:03 AM

Kalia nearly laughed at the black robes suspicion. "The order of the silver robes...okay...consider this, combine all orders, the white, the red, and the black...You'd get my order...The silver robes can pull magic from all three moons. there are only a handful of us on Krynn. We where chosen by the head of this order...The Thorn..." Kalia's eyes darkend with sadness as she remembered her teacher. "We are the only mages on Krynn, who can use healing spells."

She frowned, contemplating the newcomers intentions. "I am unsure of hs plans, and I have no clue who he was...but I am determined to find out." she siad, her golden eyes narrowed.

A sudden realization made her blush. ((hehe...this will get anyone'sattention. remember she was only ADOPTED by the majere family))

"Oh! forgive me...My name is Kalia..Kalia Majere." she said softly, and extended her hand in greeting.
"The world is not enough, but it is such a perfect place to start"

"No one ever died from wanting too much"

"theres no point in living if you can't feel alive"

"If we can't have it all...then nobody will"

-James Bond-The world is not enough-

starlite4774
12/11/2001 2:14 PM

((OOC: Okay, time to get back into this. Dunno where I got lost...oh well...I'm gunna say I was watching...(I wasn't the one that used lightning right? Cuz I don't use lightning.) Oh and I'm gunna say Melethka recognizes Kalia as Glimmer. Cuz I want to. :P))

Melethka listened to the exchange all the while glaring at Shazram. However, she decided not to do anything at the moment...she was interested to see where this was going.

The elf stepped up as Kalia introduced herself and grinned. Coughing loudly into her hand--"Glimmer! ahem!"--she smiled innocently at Kalia and the confused fighter and mage.

"And I am Melethka, a red robe and last of the Order of Melethka. I, too, am interested in finding out what that was." she grinned evily. "Nice to see you again, Shazram. How's banishment from the Tower working for you?"

((OOC: Leave me alone, I'm in a bad mood. Still. Shazram is the mage right?))Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

There is nothing there in darkness that is not also there in light.

While a good writer can make dreams into reality, a great writer can make reality into dreams... --me

Crimson
12/12/2001 12:38 AM

Shazram looked at Melethka with obvious disgust. "Actually it's working out fine." he replied, "With the exception of my fighter friend here, everything is going just fine."

Khallar in the mean time had picked up his thing. The horses they had were scared away by the demon. "Whatever that demon was we must stop it." he was saying while packing.

"Will you stop being the heroic moron for once." Shazram said.

"Look this demon was powerfull, he might even have something that might help." Khallar replied.

"Why couldn't you just be a dum grunt." Shazram muttered.

Ignoring Shazram further, Khallar turned to Melethka. "Do you have a suggestion where to search for answers?" he asked.

{ooc: they won't know the name Majere. this is before the War of the Lance and Shazram was kicked out before Raistlin was there. And Khallar has never been there. Also the goal of this story will be to stop or kill the demon. for two reasons, i don't want Shazram and Khallar to split up and he took them over for one post. BTW whatever happened to the solamnic knight?}Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

[Edited by Crimson on Wednesday, December 12, 2001 12:44 AM]

Kalia_Majere
12/12/2001 10:49 AM

OOC: ok...they may not know of the Family Majere, but, they would know of the "God" Majere!! lol...forgot about that didn't you."The world is not enough, but it is such a perfect place to start"

"No one ever died from wanting too much"

"theres no point in living if you can't feel alive"

"If we can't have it all...then nobody will"

-James Bond-The world is not enough-

Crimson
12/13/2001 12:07 AM

OOC:


OOC: ok...they may not know of the Family Majere, but, they would know of the "God" Majere!! lol...forgot about that didn't you.


Um... no. I've never read about him. But then I've only read Chronicles, Legends and dragon of summer flames and the gates to Thorbardin.
What can you tell me about him?
Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Kalia_Majere
12/13/2001 2:59 AM

OOC: not much to tell really....they mention it a few times...In Soulforge, and Brothers in Arms...I thought they mentioned it in the chronicles...but its been awhile since i read them...the major thing was the god Majere's symbol was a rose...thats all I can remember."The world is not enough, but it is such a perfect place to start"

"No one ever died from wanting too much"

"theres no point in living if you can't feel alive"

"If we can't have it all...then nobody will"

-James Bond-The world is not enough-

Crimson
12/17/2001 12:35 AM

OOC: Lets get back to the story shall we. I'm waiting for a responce from Kalia or Melethka. Since one of them might know where to look.Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

starlite4774
12/18/2001 6:31 PM

((OOC: Um...oh yeah. Me. heh.))

Melethka shrugged, pointedly ignoring the mage. "Perhaps we should talk to Astinus?

((OOC: Wow, I have no idea what to do.))Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

There is nothing there in darkness that is not also there in light.

While a good writer can make dreams into reality, a great writer can make reality into dreams... --me

Crimson
12/19/2001 12:36 AM

"Well that might work." Khallar said, "We'll go there then, to Palanthas. Who els will be joining us."

"Are you mad." Shazram exclaimed, "You're not seriously considering taking them all with you."

"They might be able to help us." Khallar said, "Besides maybe if you show your worth. Melethka will put in a good word for you and allow you back into the tower."

"It doesn't work that way." Shazram said. "She can tell you that."

"Oh well. Let's go to Palanthas anyway." Khallar said, "Anyone who wants to come can follow." And he walked of in the direction of Palanthas.

The horses were scared away by the demon so they had to walk. It would take about two days to get there.

{ooc: let's get moving again}Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Britney_Sherman
12/22/2001 1:48 PM

ooc: I think we need scoundrel in this little adventure.

Just then a hours could be heard in the distance. It came nearer and nearer until a jet black hourse and a clocked rider could be seen riding hard along the road. The rider stoped infront of the party and dimountes. Raising his hands into the air he slowly walkes toward the compangions. Suddenly he calls out,

" Hello, I couldn't help notis your little scuffle in the inn. When you left the inn I ran around and got my hourse, Rolan, and followed you here. I am an adventurer and I would like to join this little group of travellers. By the way my name is Dudain."

He continues to walk over towards the camp leading his hourse and stops infront of the party and asks,

"May I join you?"All Hain the "SHerm"

starlite4774
12/22/2001 10:01 PM

Melethka looked at Dudain, rolls her blue eyes and goes back to reading a rather old leather-bound book.

((OOC: That's about all I can think of to write at the moment. Pathetic right? I'll jump in more when we get going.))Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

There is nothing there in darkness that is not also there in light.

While a good writer can make dreams into reality, a great writer can make reality into dreams... --me

Britney_Sherman
12/23/2001 7:32 AM

Dudain walkes over to Melethka and liftes her chin and looks into her eyes.

"My, my what have we here? A pretty thing like you shouln't be on the road. "All Hain the "SHerm"

starlite4774
12/23/2001 1:34 PM

Melethka smiled sweetly at the man before taking his wrist in one slender hand and twisting it to one side. A flash of silver annouced the arrival of one of her twin scimitars, which left the sheath silently and made it's way to Dudain's throat in the time it took to blink.

Shaking her auburn hair from sapphire eyes, and still smiling sweetly, the elf mage sighed in agreement, "You're right. I can't handle the road." Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

There is nothing there in darkness that is not also there in light.

While a good writer can make dreams into reality, a great writer can make reality into dreams... --me

Britney_Sherman
12/23/2001 7:59 PM

ooc: lol i knew something like that was gonna happen. Either that or a kick to the balls.

bic:

Picking himself up off the ground and smiling like nothing nothing had even happend he quickly adds to a bunch of mumbles, "I think i'm gonna love graveling with someone like you." Dudain begins walking away bback to his horse with carful grace. Then in the blink of an eye he snaps his wrist to pop a conseald dagger into his hand. Following thrue in one smooth motion, Dudain lets fly a silver dagger. The dagger flyes end over end and sticks into the tree mere inches from Melethka's face.
Walking back to his horse talking all the whiel, "Yep gonna love travelling with you."All Hain the "SHerm"

Kalia_Majere
12/23/2001 10:46 PM

Kalia frowned and hoped that Melethka wasn't still in her bad mood...if not... She closed her Golden eyes and hoped that there wouldn't be a fight.

She turned back to Khellar. "well if we're to go...we had better leave..." she said so that all could hear, hoping that it would distract Melethka from a nasty retort."The world is not enough, but it is such a perfect place to start"

"No one ever died from wanting too much"

"theres no point in living if you can't feel alive"

"If we can't have it all...then nobody will"

-James Bond-The world is not enough-

starlite4774
12/26/2001 5:14 PM

The red-robed elf concealed a yawn as the silver dagger whipped past her face and stuck fast into a tree. The man then walked back to his horse, looking pleased with himself.

The elf shook her head, loosening her auburn braid. Too many people had done that in her line of vision for her to be impressed. Indeed, she was more impressed with the man's horse, a sleek beast obviously well taken care of. With a last look of longing, she turned her attention to the dagger.

Shining silver stuck out from the brown bark. Melethka reached with one slender hand and removed the elegant dagger. Her eyes met Kalia's, and the elf hid a grin at the other's concern. She moved the dagger slowly and all eyes lit upon it, waiting to see if she would throw it back or perhaps enchant it.

Melethka did nothing of the kind. Waiting till she caught the man's eye, she dropped the silver dagger in one of her many pockets. He stared.

"Thanks," she called, with a smug smile.

((OOC: Lemme guess, it's a magical dagger that will appear in your hand if called. Surprise, surprise. :P))Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

There is nothing there in darkness that is not also there in light.

While a good writer can make dreams into reality, a great writer can make reality into dreams... --me

Britney_Sherman
12/27/2001 8:32 AM

ooc: Nothing of the kind it's a magical dagger that only misses when disired. And it's really shiny. :)All Hain the "SHerm"

Crimson
01/02/2002 1:11 AM

Khallar was actually delighted at the new companie. "We can use all the help we can get."

Shazram looking up from his spell book saw the cloaked man. "What is it with you and making new friends. Don't we have enough trailing along as it is?" he said to Khallar.

"Well I mean who knows, he might be able to help." Khallar said in defence.

Shazram looking at the silver dagger. "He's just another fighter, besides we don't know is we can trust him. The same goes for the rest by the way."

"I still find it a miracle you are still alive. But let's keep moving. It will be dark soon enough." Khallar said as he moved along.

"Well don't come crying to me when I say 'I told you so' ", Shazram said while bending over his book again as he moved along.Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Kalia_Majere
01/02/2002 11:30 AM

Kalia frowned...she didn't much care for the newcomer. She shrugged, knowing that she didn't have much to say about who was in this party. She walked along quietly, her crystal staff at her side.The power to save the world...rests within a Child's Heart

-Me

Crimson
01/07/2002 3:28 AM

The party kept moving for the remainder of the day. When the night began to fall, they stopped at a small clearing to set up camp.

Shazram was still studying in his book, and Khallar was managing the fire and food. "So can any of you tell me about yourself?" he asked without looking up from the roasting rabbits.Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

Kalia_Majere
01/07/2002 12:12 PM

Kalia looked startled at Khallar's question then turned away pointedly...She really didn't want to reveal herself till the right time...but she had a bad feeling about the mage that Khallar traveled with...like most of all Mages...he didn't trust many people.The power to save the world...rests within a Child's Heart

-Me

starlite4774
01/07/2002 4:46 PM

Melethka suppressed the urge to laugh at Khallar's question. "Why don't you ask your mage buddy about me?" she smirked, then blushed. "Sorry..." she said softly, honestly not knowing why she felt so uppity and nervous. One glance at Kalia told her that the other felt the same way about these two.

The elf sighed and moved off to sit with Kalia, holding her slender hands out to the fire. Then she stared to talk. Nothing she said was very specific or told many simple facts, but the elven mage spoke of the trees of her homeland, the gleaming walls of the Tower, and bustling cities that she had had the pleasure of witnessing. She spoke of the feel of magic through her veins, the soft touch of a bird's feather and of the courage of those who had been her people.

As she talked, the others listened and felt as if they, too, had been in those places and times, seeing wonders in this world that they had never known to exist.

Late into the night, the elf fell quiet, leaving only the stars to continue her stories and her companions to the splendidly vivid dreams that came with sleep."I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Crimson
01/08/2002 1:52 AM

Khallar was delighted with the tale. He always liked new stories, and listened with full interest.

Shazram on the other hand, new the secret to her telling. And before her tale was well under way, blocked out any sounds by using a simple spell. And contineud studying.

Why is it we always forget to keep the good things close to our heart, but let the bad things cloud our mind.

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