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Exile
04/02/2005 1:23 PM

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Exile
04/07/2005 2:40 PM

Bogern's Inn, a ramshackle lodging in the middle of The North located along The Long Road. The inn had been founded by the current owner, Bogern, a few years back.

Tonight, the Inn was mostly empty except for a few patrons. Most of Bogern's Inn's business came during Icewind Dale's trading season when its merchants would come south to trade with the larger cities of the Sword Coast. As a result of the chilling temperatures outside, it was easy to recognize that this was not Icewind Dale's trading season, and as a result the inn was slow on business and welcomed any traveler with a few coins to spare.

Bogern stood behind the bar, polishing his glasses and humming to himself. He was a thin man that had seen his share of winters. His graying hair hung down to his shoulders. His brown eyes stared straight ahead as he silently remembered his adventures of days gone by.

Jary, the serving wench sat at a nearby table eagerly waiting to take any patron's order and more importantly their money. Her blonde hair was tied into a pony-tail that swished in the air any time she moved her head quickly enough. Her green eyes stared straight at the door, awaiting anyone to enter. As the night dragged on, a sigh escaped her thin lips as she glanced towards Bogern.

Black_Plague
04/09/2005 11:17 PM

Orion walked into the bar, his helmet up. He looked like a rather mean jackal with a human's body. He glanced at the serving whench and pushed his helmet back. The cold wasn't helping him much but it was better then rain. He went to the nearest table and sat down, his sword thumped against the surface of the table as he settled the arm sheath upon it. He wanted to be warm.

Exile
04/10/2005 11:08 AM

Bogern cast the new patron a wary glance before motioning towards Jary to greet him. Jary obliged and rose from the table she was setting at, cautiously making her way towards Orion.

"Good evening sir, may I get you anything?" She asked innocently, fluttering her blue eyes.

Black_Plague
04/10/2005 12:40 PM

Orion briefly rolled a glowing disc of blue flame across his knuckles. The disc suddenly evaporated into thin air.

"Strongest spirit you have."

He glanced around the room, eyeing everyone up and cocking an eye at Borgen.

"See anything green?"

Exile
04/10/2005 9:09 PM


"Strongest spirit you have."


"Yes, of course sir," Jary replied before heading towards the bar. She reached under the bar and retrieved a small bottle, aptly named Flaming Spirit. Jary smirked to herself as she thought of the last man that had requested Borgen's strongest spirit. Quickly, she rose and made her way back towards the man's table.

"And here you go sir," Jary stated as she handed Orion the bottle of Flaming Spirit, a wry smile on her face.

Exile
04/10/2005 9:10 PM


"See anything green?"


"Er... Whatever do you mean," Bogern replied, a bit confused by the question. He furrowed his brow as he regarded his newest patron, unsure of what he could be referring to.

Black_Plague
04/10/2005 9:24 PM

"I mean if your going to stare at some-one, you should have a good reason. People get in fights over that kinda thing."

Orion downed the bottle in a few mouthfulls of the spirit and chuckled.
(OOC: I'm assuming its a one man bottle because no glasses or shot glasses were mentioned)
"Nothing like the paint thinner I used to drink."

The dregs in the bottle suddenly burst into saphire flame and snaked out of the bottle to evaporate in the air. He handed the empty container to the server and leaned back to let the booze take effect. It was going to be a weak hangover for sure.

(Orion burns most of what goes down his throat inadvertantly. It comes with the pyrokinisis. He has nowhere near as much control of it as Blaze so he also tends to torch random things on occasion.)

blue_raven5
04/11/2005 3:57 PM

(ooc: If you don't want me in here, I can just delete this and leave, but I got tired of waiting for a response, so I am just gonna drop something in here.)

The wind outside howled, causing leaves on the ground to fly up and trees near the shack to hit the building with their branches. The door opened up and in walked a woman. She pulled a leaf out of her blue hair and pushed it back behind her slightly pointy ears. As soon as she entered the building, the wind outside stopped, and everything was as quiet as it had been a few moments earlier. She walked up to the counter and looked the man in the eyes.

"Have you any rooms to spare, sir? I have been traveling quite a while, and would like some rest. Also, a bit of food would be nice, if you have any."

Exile
04/11/2005 4:16 PM


"I mean if your going to stare at some-one, you should have a good reason. People get in fights over that kinda thing."


"I apologize, it is not everyday we get such an outfitted guest," Bogern replied, hoping to cool over any rising situations.

"May I ask where you come from. I know it is none of my business but a polite conversation never hurt anyone," Bogern added with a smile.

Exile
04/11/2005 4:19 PM


"Nothing like the paint thinner I used to drink."


Jary stood beside Orion, her mouth open as she regarded the strange man.

"Uh.. would you like anything else," she replied before taking the bottle. She stayed beside Orion as she eagerly awaited his reply.

Exile
04/11/2005 4:26 PM


"Have you any rooms to spare, sir? I have been traveling quite a while, and would like some rest. Also, a bit of food would be nice, if you have any."


Bogern regarded the women who stood before him. Her elven heritage was apparent in her features, which even a fool would regard as beautiful.

"Yes of course," Bogern replied with a warm smile. "Give me one moment," he added as he went into the back of the tavern. A few moments later he emerged with a steaming bowl of soup and a large piece of bread. He laid it onto the bar in front of the elf and then regarded her once more.

"What may I get you to drink?" He asked as he wiped his hands on his apron.

"And as for your previous question, we do have rooms available for your pleasure," he stated, again smiling at the striking elf.

blue_raven5
04/11/2005 5:08 PM

She began to eat the food quickly, while still retaining her manners. She paused only for a moment before saying "A bit of water would suffice, if you would."



"And as for your previous question, we do have rooms available for your pleasure," he stated, again smiling at the striking elf.


After finishing the last of her food, which had taken her about a minute to eat, she said "I will have one room then, please. I will be staying for a few nights, though."

She then produced a small leather bad with a red silk string running through it. She pulled it open and pulled out 4 gold pieces, 2 silver pieces and 8 copper pieces.

"That should cover the fee. If I need anything else, I will pay you as soon as I leave."

She smiled at the man and put the bag away. She then turned to take a survey of the room. Until now, she had seen nothing but the food she had been determined to get. She then muttered a few things to herself and looked back at the man across the counter.

Black_Plague
04/11/2005 10:33 PM

"I come from the Cenish Empire, across the seas. And yeah a bite to eat would be swell."

Orion pulled a small dagger out and began whittling a small stick he plucked from his bag. He paid little attention to the new patron.

Exile
04/12/2005 1:29 PM


"A bit of water would suffice, if you would."


"Of course," Bogern replied before retrieving a glass and filling it with water. He hurried back to his patron and sat the glass before her.


"I will have one room then, please. I will be staying for a few nights, though."


Bogern nodded towards the young elf.

"That will be fine," he replied.


"That should cover the fee. If I need anything else, I will pay you as soon as I leave."


"Yes, indeed it will. If you have any questions about the surrounding area, perhaps seeking a job, I'm the one to ask," he stated as he crossed his arms over his chest, a confident smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Exile
04/12/2005 1:38 PM


"I come from the Cenish Empire, across the seas. And yeah a bite to eat would be swell."


"So you a foreigner," Bogern stated not dispassionately before nodding towards Jary.

Jary immediately went into the back of the tavern and emerged moments later with a steaming bowl of soup, large piece of bread, and tankard of ale. She politely sat them on the table in front of Orion before returning to the bar where she picked up the elven woman's bowl and made her way behind the bar to the sink. Silently, she hummed to herself as she went to her work. Her intonation was melodic and soothing, something that seemed out of place in the small, isolated tavern.

blue_raven5
04/12/2005 1:53 PM


she hummed to herself as she went to her work. Her intonation was melodic and soothing, something that seemed out of place in the small, isolated tavern.


Sylvanus' ears perked up when she heard this. For some reason, it calmed her to no end, and she began to get extremely drowsy. A few more moments of this, and she might pass out on the counter right then.

"I'll be off to my ru- room then." She said sluggishly. She picked up her stuff and walked towards the stairs, climbed them and went into her room. Once inside, she began to unpack her small backpack of miscellaneous items while thinking to herself.

What was with that song? Had she heard it before? It did seem familiar... She shrugged it off and brought herself back to the present. She took off her shirt and skirt, put on a very light night shirt, got into bed, and let sweet sleep overcome her.

(ooc: I can either wait until the next day to wake up, or if you don't wanna worry about that, I can simply wake up later on with a restless sleep excuse or something.)

[Edited by blue_raven5 on Tuesday, April 12, 2005 1:54 PM]

[Edited by blue_raven5 on Tuesday, April 12, 2005 6:45 PM]

Black_Plague
04/12/2005 6:15 PM

Orion ate the bread and soup, drank the ale and dropped a large gold coin on the table. It was the size of a cow's eye and about a half inch thick. He dropped another two on top of it and turned towards the stairs to the room.

"I'm off to sleep, thankyou for the food and board."

With that he went up the stairs, shucked off his armor and lay down in the bed. He stared at the roof for an hour before falling into a light doze.

The_Bard
04/13/2005 8:03 PM

(OOC: My... dog ate my... internet cables.)

Elavar kneeled by the small pond muttering prayers to Mielikki. Exhausted as he was from the rituals of Fall Equinox, it was his job as a follower of Mielikki to offer her his prayers. He could feel every tree around him, every small animal moving along it. He was connected with nature itself. He heard the whisper of the trees.

Suddenly, he heard a flapping noise, that of large wings. Accustomed to the woods as he was, he recognized the unnatural noise and leapt up from his relaxed posture into a fighting stance. He would have been prepared for anything except what he was now facing.

His mouth gaped. It was her! Her wings moved slowly, easing herself onto the surface of the pond. He had to admit, under the dim light of sunset, she looked rather mesmerizing. Her hair flowed on the light wind, and her graceful figure seemed to shine on the water. Her white wings spread out wide and waved back and forth, keeping her bobbing in the air. Most captivating of all, were her yellow-golden eyes, like two piercing arrows, stuck at Elavar's mind. Her smile stuck on his mind for a very long time.

"Ah, dear Elavar, Is that all I get as a greeting?" she teased.

It took him rather long to snap out of the state of surprise. When he did, he could think of nothing to say, so he started to bow. She gave him a giggle of dismissal. He quickly stood back up, flushing a bit. "An honor to finally meet you milady," he managed to say.

"But we have met before. Remember?" He remembered. It had been more than a dream!

"Well, what brings you here? Certainly it's not because of me."

"You'd be surprised," she smiled again. "I'm here to offer you help." Elavar's expression turned into one of confusion. He had everything he needed in the forest. Seeing the confusion in his eyes she went on, "The time has come for you to face the world."

He looked down. "I can't. I'm the last of the bloodline..."

"What is this? The bloodline will undeniable end with you if this is how you feel!" He looked up, not expecting the firmness in her voice. Her feet splashed on the water as she started to walk towards him. "This is for you." She pulled out a sheathed sword. It looked truly magnificent. He took it on his hands and pulled at the hilt. It didn't come off.

"Is this my quest then? To pull the sword from the sheath?"

"As secluded as you might be, your fathers' sarcasm follows you," she said as she smiled again. "The sword will come out when you're ready. You must set out tonight," she said as she disappeared.

Black_Plague
04/13/2005 9:23 PM

Orion rose promptly with the sun and went outside fully clothed in his armor. He watched the sun rise with his hand on his sword. He moved his hand out infront of him, as if to accept a gift, and a small blue marble of fire appeared there. It was joined by about eight more. The nine balls of blue fire began weaving in and out in an intricate pattern, moving faster and faster until they were a blur. Orion's eyes glazed over and he zoned out into the past. He stood there, his eye twitching, for about two hours with the fire dance still ripping around infront of him.

blue_raven5
04/14/2005 1:51 PM

Katra awoke around 8:00. She had been quite tired, and this was the latest she had ever slept. She put on her normal clothes, grabbed her bow and arrows, and made her way outside. Before she actually went out, she noticed that Orion was standing out there, as if looking for some far off object. She tried to see his face, or what was in his hand, but she couldn't from the angle at which she was watching him. She didn't want to go outside, every time she left a building, the wind would become very fierce for a few moments, as if to greet her into the day. She decided to take a small risk. She ran upstairs, left her small, blue gem in her room, locked it, and ran outside. It had worked, the wind had no idea she was outside, and she could move about without disturbing anything. She soon found that Orion was not looking at anything, but was in some sort of a daze. She walked up in front of him, waved her hand in front of his eyes. She stared him for a few moments, trying to see if she could tell what he was thinking about.

Black_Plague
04/14/2005 8:41 PM

The weaving pattern suddenly moved towards Katra, stopping as Orion snapped awake.

"It's not polite to sneak up on people. Be careful when you do that."

The fire weave dissapeared into thin air, leaving a blueish residue. Orion turned and resheathed the dagger he had drawn with lightning speed. With a last glance at the sun, Orion turned to the young woman in front of him.

"Your up early today. What stirred you to come out here?"

blue_raven5
04/15/2005 1:47 PM

"I don't know. I just woke up, and something told me to come outside... What is it you were doing? I hate to pry, but after all, I don't think I know anyone who just stands out in the open, staring at the sun with a blue flame in front of them..."

She then remembered her gem. Without waiting for an answer, she flew indoors and ran to her room. She opened her door and found the gem. She then reattached it to her shirt and laid down on her bed. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, thinking.

(OOC: just to let you all know, I'm gonna be away this weekend. Don't wait for me to start the rp, ok?)

Exile
04/17/2005 3:52 PM

Farther up the road, a coach of immense size and ornate rambled along the dusty road towards Bogern's Tavern. A younger man of some repute sat inside the coach, sprawled across a bed of exotic furs and soft pillows, which consisted of rich dyes of lavender and blue. His crystal blue eyes stared upward towards the sky as he rested on his back. His gaze lingered on a passing cloud as he watched through the piece of glass that acted as his window to the heavens. He sighed to himself as his eyes began to close.

Outside, a sturdy dwarf sat at the reigns of a two horse team that pulled the coach. His brown beard was braided down to his belt and his head was completely bald. Absently, he pulled a rag from his pocket and buffered his hairless head as the horses trotted along the road and drew nearer towards their destination, Bogern's Tavern.

The_Bard
04/17/2005 4:43 PM

(OOC: As a druid, I'm exerting my right to an animal companion. :D And Exile, I can't find The Long Road in any of my wide selection of maps. Care to point out its location?)

Elavar had been travelling all night. The sun was awakening on the far East. The forest was now far away. There were few trees, now replaced by simple grass. He had left the protection of the woods that had been his birthplace and home for countless years. He sighed.

It was then that he met The Long Road. He saw something far off in the distance. He gave a look at the crow that rested on his right shoulder.

"Wake up you lazy bird! You wanted to come with me..." The crow spread its wings and gave Elavar a dirty look. "Hurry. Observe, then return to me." He watched the bird lift up into the air, and then drop down again, as it flew dangerously close to his head. Elavar put his hands up to protect his head, but the crow was already gone. Elavar snorted and found a tree close by to rest on.

blue_raven5
04/18/2005 8:32 AM

Katra awoke. She must've dozed off when she was lying in her bed. Feeling a little bored, she got up, gathered her bow and arrows, and walked out of her room.

"I need to practice my hunting. I haven't tried it for a while - don't wanna get rusty."

She walked outside, the wind greeting her as usual. She ran off into the woods. She slowed to a walk and quieted her steps. She looked around for prey. Seeing nothing, she took her search a little higher. She walked up a nearby hill and searched the skies for some form of life. She spotted a crow. Better than nothing at all, she thought. She retrieved an arrow and knocked it. She took aim... and fired. She used the wind to guide it slightly, making sure it hit would hit the target dead on, when something bit her on the ankle. She jumped, and the arrow only nipped the wing of the crow. She looked down to see a wasp on her leg. She swatted it off and rubbed the now tender skin. She walked over to the side of the hill, where a small stream of water was flowing. She poured a little of the cool water on her ankle and waited for the pain to subside.

Black_Plague
04/18/2005 9:51 PM

Orion eyed the cart with a suddenly attentive eye. Money. He was about to go rob it, but he realized he had more then enough money already. It was tempting to slaughter the poor tenant, but Orion was too hungry anyways. He wandered back to the inn.

"You guys have eggs?"

The_Bard
04/19/2005 6:15 PM

He saw Daegil, the crow he had befriended long before leaving the forest, flying from afar. Her wings moved lazily: she was probably still sleepy, Elavar thought. She almost crashed against him barely grabbing on to his arm. He winced as the claws digged into his skin.

"What did ye see?" Elavar asked rhetorically. The crow answered with a loud caw and a flutter of feathers. It had been attacked. "Don't move," ordered Elavar as he checked the wound: an arrow had pierced its wing. Shaking with anger, Elavar strode towards the horse-drawn coach that could be seen further down the road, determination burning in his eyes. The crow tried to indicate a different direction with overdramatic movements, but Elavar was much too intent.

When Elevar was close enough to see the dwarf holding the reigns, his face covered with dust, he exclaimed, "How dare ye attack such a creature?" while holding up his right forearm on which the crow was perched. "Ye declare yerself an enemy of nature; ye declare yerself my enemy!" he said as he drew a dagger.

blue_raven5
04/19/2005 7:21 PM

Katra finished tending to her wound and walked back to the inn. She went inside, bought a bandage and a bowl of soup, and went over to a window to watch the commotion that had arisen.

Black_Plague
04/19/2005 10:47 PM

Orion forgot his food and went to the window, ignoring Katra for now. He saw a knife and immediately knew the tune. Warfare. He rested his hand on The Black Reaver and had to fight with himself to not go out there and kill. He clenched his teeth briefly and growled quietly to himself.

blue_raven5
04/26/2005 2:35 PM

Katra noticed Orion come up beside her. Against her instinct, she decided to speak.

"Hey, sorry about earlier with that whole staring at you thing. Usually, I leave people alone, I just was curious. In any case, just dont take any offence to it."

She turned to look back out the window, though she didn't really pay attention to what was happening outside.

Black_Plague
04/26/2005 7:51 PM

Orion chuckled.

"No offense taken. I needed to be shaken out of that anyways."

He ignited a cigarette with a twitch of his eye and blew a smoke ring away from the woman in front of him. He was watching the events outside with interest.

Exile
05/01/2005 12:18 AM


"Ye declare yerself an enemy of nature; ye declare yerself my enemy!" he said as he drew a dagger.


"What in tha hell are ya talkin' about?" The dwarf, Myrol, exclaimed from his seat on the coach. With a large exhale of breath and furrowing of the brow, he stood up from the reigns and regarded the accuser from his place on high, which seemed to add to the dwarf's already considerable confidence.

Already, his bald head had begun to perspire from the anger that began to boil below his surface. He quickly slowed his breathing, trying to stay in control. He didn't want any "accidents" to happen like last time; all Myrol could remember about that incident was that it took ten men to drag him off of the man he had been fighting. Then again it could have been ten women, Myrol tended to have a bad memory when he was under the influence.

The_Bard
05/01/2005 11:59 AM

For a second, Elavar questioned the wisdom of his actions. Then, he remembered that he was a servant of nature, and it was his duty to set this man straight.

"Ye shot this creature merely for sport. If it was not you, it was surely another in this coach."

Elevar's angry eyes scanned the carriage, and somehow the horses' glares caught his eyes. They seemed sad and tired.

"And ye'll give this two horses freedom!" he exclaimed.

Exile
05/02/2005 3:49 PM

Myrol scoffed at the ludicrous demands.

"Hey now boy, these ‘ere horses are fine," he replied, climbing down from the coach and walking around to the front of the horses. He pulled two small, white objects from the pouch that hung from his waist and brought them up towards the horses, which in turn tilted their heads down to lick the sugar cubes from the dwarfs hand. Myrol calmly patted the horse’s noses before turning to regard the strange man.

"You listen up tree hugger, these horses are healthy and I ain’t got no quarrel with nature. However, you keep accusin' me or me companion of shootin' yer crow we'll have problems. I assure you, it was not us," he calmly stated, crossing his burly arms over his large, barrel chest. He titled his head up to take in the stranger that stood before him, delivering a cold stare.

Exile
05/02/2005 4:31 PM

Bogern made his way down the stairs of his tavern and noticed his two customers standing at a nearby window, watching the events outside with a bit of interest. Bogern walked towards them and stopped behind the pair. He leaned over the woman's shoulder and peered outside towards the coach.

"Eh, what's going on out there?" He asked with little interest.

blue_raven5
05/02/2005 6:44 PM

Two men... A druid and some rich guy are having a fight. I have three gold coins on the druid, but then again, I like trees.

She turned to leave, but then she stopped. She looked back over her shoulder and saw the crow, minding its own business.

"That crow! It was gonna be my target practice! This is great, now I can capture it and make it stronger and more swift, so that it can be even harder to hit!"

She walked over to the door, threw it open, and saw the bird. "There you are!"

Black_Plague
05/03/2005 10:56 PM

Orion chuckled,

"Five on the midget."

He too walked outside, resting a hand on his sword in case of emergency. He noted the crow and chuckled again.

"Pick on things your own size."

Flark
05/04/2005 10:45 AM

A haggard looking man wearing a torn black cloak and chainmail trundled out from the wilderness onto The Long Road. He casually carried a large vicious looking halberd. Flark looked older than his years with his newly grown short black beard and tired looking eyes.
His right arm was bandaged roughly with what appeared to be part of his own cloak.

The walk to Bogern's Inn had been a long one indeed. A hungry one too. Flark still hadn't got round to replacing his bow which had been shattered by an orc's axe many months ago.
It was hard enough to find game in this bleak landscape. Trapping game whilst keeping on the move was impossible, so without the use of his hunting bow, Flark remained hungry.

To make matters worse, Flark had been caught unaware by an equally hungry wolf last night. The wolf had taken a fair sized chunck out of his forearm before he had ran it through with his shortsword.

His journey through Icewind Dale had been a thoroughly miserable one so far.

Flark picked up his pace as he neared the Inn, desperate for some good food and a fine ale.

As he got nearer he could hear some kind of argument from around the other side of the Inn.

What now? he thought. The last thing he needed right now was some kind of trouble or a fight. He was tempted to stay around the back until the trouble finished.

His rumbling stomach won the personal battle over his own wisdom. Head down, Flark walked round to the front of the building towards the entrance.

[Edited by Flark on Wednesday, May 4, 2005 10:47 AM]

Exile
05/09/2005 3:31 PM

OOC: Sorry

BIC:


His rumbling stomach won the personal battle over his own wisdom. Head down, Flark walked round to the front of the building towards the entrance.


Bogern heard the door open as a man stumbled in. "Oh my," was all the innkeeper could say to himself at the shaggy appearance of this new traveler.

"Eh... hello there. Could I interest you in some food?" Bogern quietly questioned him, unsure of the man's reaction as he scanned the bloodied and beaten man. "Hope he doesn't have rabies," Bogern muttered under his breath as he glanced at the poorly bandaged shoulder.

Flark
05/10/2005 10:29 AM

"Ah, such welcome words my friend. Thankyou." beamed Flark. "Anything warm and filling, and quick to prepare will suffice. Oh and large mug of ale if you would be so kind." He then hobbled over and seated himself heavily at the nearest table, taking no heed of the other patrons. Still sitting upright, Flark closed his heavy eyelids and waited...

The_Bard
05/11/2005 2:33 AM

Elavar was cornered. The dwarf had indeed proved the horses were under good treatment and he had openly denied the accusations. Elavar turned the hilt of the dagger in his palm. He realized how stupid it had been to assume that he'd receive a confession to crimes against nature.

"Not everything is black and white." He remembered now the words so often used by his late father. With a sigh, Elavar was ready to give an embarassed apology and retreat before the dwarf tore him apart. He then heard the door of the inn open and close. He turned, desperate for a delay.

"There you are!"

Elavar looked at the approaching girl. He cocked his head slightly and frowned in confusion. Thinking that she had refered to him, Elavar asked, "Sorry, do I know you?"

Iorlas
05/13/2005 7:03 AM

Iorlas silently walked along the long road.His cloak and hood drawn around him.The assassin smirked as he thought about the requirements of the job he had been given.This was an easy one.All Iorlas needed to do is wait for the right time to strike.The elf's red bangs covered the scar on his right eye.. The scar ran down his cheek a relic from a job gone wrong..

As he walked the assassin noticed large rocks that started to line the side of the road.
A perfect ambush point..Iorlas gripped the hilt of his rapier.Iorlas had learned the hard way that being caught off guard would result in a scar or worse.

[Edited by Iorlas on Friday, May 13, 2005 2:56 PM]

blue_raven5
05/14/2005 11:05 PM


"Sorry, do I know you?"


She stopped in mid-step, looking at him, puzzled. She cocked her head to the one side.

"Uhh... I don't believe so... why? Wait... nevermind. You're probably one of those annoying jerks. Nice try, but I'm taken. Besides, I was talking about that handsome bird there."

She slowly made her way over to the bird, trying not to make a sound. As soon as she got close, she grabbed at the bird, trying to subdue it buy wrapping it in her shirt.

Black_Plague
05/15/2005 12:49 PM

Orion blinked a few times. What on earth?

"Why didn't you just stun the crow? It would be easier to catch you know."

He plucked a rock from the ground and bounced it in his had a few times before melting it and dropping it on the ground. He was still tired and had forgotten about the quarreling dwarf.

The_Bard
05/15/2005 3:00 PM

Elavar didn't realize what had happened until after the girl had taken Daegil.

"Quite sorry, master dwarf. It seems I have found my offender," apologized Elavar with a quick, half-hearted bow, his anger against the woman increasing. He tightened his grip on the dagger and kept it low and ready. He turned to face her, with a determined expression.

"That crow belongs to no one. Release her!" he ordered, keeping a nervous glance on the man who had just melted a rock. Melted it!

Black_Plague
05/15/2005 4:41 PM

Orion saw the man's intentions and raised a palm towards him. A fireball grew in the palm and began to crackle.

"Don't even think about making a wrong move pal. Your highly flamable and I have no compasion for people I don't know, although the stench will be unholy."

He rested a hand on a flamerge sheathed on his arm. Despite the massive blade's weight, Orion had no trouble keeping his palm steady.

blue_raven5
05/16/2005 6:02 AM

Stun it? That's no fun!


"That crow belongs to no one. Release her!"


"If she belongs to no one, then why do you protect her? Surely even a druid can realise that an animal in captive can live a better life than one in the wild. Besides, once she has passed her prime, her death shall be swift and painless. Is that not better than to die of old age, unable to fend for onesself?"

The_Bard
05/17/2005 5:00 PM

"And who are you, milady, to decide when Daegil is to die? Who are you to control any creature's actions and freedoms. Daegil willingly followed me as a companion, not a slave. She will be much better off in the wild than in the care of the hand that shot her. Until you prove otherwise, unhand her." Elavar spitted the words with determination, careful not to let his anger control him.

A quick gust of wind blew back the cowl of his cloak, revealing his light hair and almost perfect facial features. Revealing his eyes, a strange fire burning in his soul.

"I'm quite willing to die for my mistress," Elavar stated, lifting up one of his tattooed forearms, depicting symbols of Mielikki.

Black_Plague
05/17/2005 8:30 PM

"I'm not from around here, so that impressive rack of skin ink doesn't intimidate me in the slightest."

The fireball jittered slightly.

"It's a crow, lighten up. The things are like cocroaches in these parts. I've seen less people then crows."

Orion disliked druids, they were to akin to shadow masters. Plus they bore a nuturally stubborn attitude and some could be downright obnoxious.

Flark
05/18/2005 8:19 AM

Whilst waiting for his food to be served, Flark could hear what sounded like trouble brewing outside. His initial sense of relief at having avoided this trouble was replaced with increasing curiosity. Not only was Flark a man of good intentions, but maybe there could be a much needed coin or two in this for him.

Flark forced his reluctant body up from the comfy seat. With his halberd gripped firmly at the ready, he approached the door and pressed his ear against it to listen.

Exile
05/19/2005 8:24 PM

Bogern returned from the kitchens with a warm plate of venison and cheese. He glanced towards the commons room and noticed the traveler not at his table and upon further inspection, noticed him standing with his ear to the door.

"What do we have hear," Bogern questioned, raising an eyebrow as he put the plate of food on a nearby table. He wiped his frail hands on his cooking apron as he approached a nearby window overlooking the Long Road.

"Oh my," he mouthed to himself as he saw the small gathering of people outside, practically on his doorstep.

Iorlas
05/20/2005 6:23 AM

Iorlas continued on the path.His eyes darted back and forth scanning the many large rocks that lined the sides of the path.Sure enough Iorlas's instinct proved right.A large man stepped out from behind a rock several feet in front of Iorlas.Iorlas smirked, and continued forward.

"All your belongings or your life!"The man drew a rough looking blade.Two more men came out of the shadows one holding a loaded crossbow and the other a large longsword.Iorlas said nothing and advanced."Then it is your life.."The large man nodded and four more men revealed themselves.

blue_raven5
05/20/2005 7:14 AM

(OOC: sorry for the long absence, I was really busy, since school is almost over.)

Sylvanus looked at him with a mix between a grin and a look of bewilderment.

"Daegil? Oh, the bird. I won't kill him as soon as I get my hands on him. He will live a good life, begin fed good food and given lots of strength training. As soon as he passes his prime, I will shoot him. He doesn't have to suffer through the decline of life, and I get some great practice. Everybody wins!" With that, she muttered something else, and the bird stopped struggling; he had been stunned.

She glanced back at her "ally", thankful she wasn't the only one up against the druid. She had never had to test her bow on a human before, and didn't know how good she truly was. Sure, she could hit an animal in the eye from fifty yards away, but does that mean she could take down a druid just as easily? She wasn't sure.

[Edited by blue_raven5 on Monday, May 30, 2005 8:25 AM]

The_Bard
05/22/2005 9:34 PM

(OOC: Exile! She's stealing my animal companion. Do something!)

"Last warning, set Daegil free, or suffer the consequences," Elavar stated again, by then beginning to hope that the crow really didn't mean enough to the girl to kill for...

Iorlas
05/23/2005 7:56 AM

The crossbow unloaded its bolt missing the elf terribly.Iorlas muttered under his breath."Fool.."He threw shadowheart with all his might and it dug itself into the man's throat who was holding the crossbow.The big man came in hard slamming his large blade down on Iorlas who had no choice but to block it.

Deathwish groaned and hissed as it protested against such weight, but the cursed blade didnt break.Iorlas pushed downwards throwing the man off balance and leaving his hand open.Iorlas rolled his rapier across the man's hilt and hewed off a couple fingers.
The man cried out in pain and switched hands.

Iorlas thrusted and the cracking of ribs could be heard as deathwish plunged into the man's chest.The others came in now infuriated.The elf ducked the first swing.He spun around so fast he caught the second man unprepared and gracefully slit his throat with his cursed rapier.

Flark
05/23/2005 10:04 AM

The situation outside seemed to be nearing boiling point. Flark found it hard to believe, but from what he could hear, it sounded like the whole argument was over the ownership of a crow! Hoping to try to defuse the situation, and forgetting all about his hot meal waiting for him, Flark carefully open the tavern door and stepped outside.

blue_raven5
05/24/2005 7:31 AM


"Last warning, set Daegil free, or suffer the consequences," Elavar stated again, by then beginning to hope that the crow really didn't mean enough to the girl to kill for...


She knocked her bow casually and looked at the man, trying to save herself from showing any emotion at all. This was no longer about a crow. It was about her pride. Her mentor had always told her that if she was confronted by someone such as this man, never to back down. She should rather die than give up.

"Just back down, druid. I 'm sure you would rather save your own life than that of some pest."

Flark
05/24/2005 8:25 AM

Flark rapped his halberd against the ground,"Ahem," he cleared his throat. "My I be allowed to solve this battle of will, before any unnecessary blood is shed? Might I suggest a simple solution of releasing the crow, and letting it make it's own descision? It may only be a crow, but it should be given the right to chose it's own fate, should it not? Set the crow down, and let us accept wherever, or whoever it choses to fly to."

Black_Plague
05/24/2005 10:18 PM

Orion eyed the newcomer with a small ampount of respect. At least some people were smart around these parts, on the other hand. Crow was a fine meal and he was hungry.

"That crow looks mighty tasty, you may want to make a descision soon."

Flark
05/25/2005 8:27 AM


"That crow looks mighty tasty, you may want to make a descision soon."


"Ha ha!" laughed Flark, "The meal I left inside looked far tastier, I'm sure! You are right though, let us waste no more time with this quarrel. Come now, there is good food and ale waiting inside."

blue_raven5
05/25/2005 5:58 PM

Seeing this as a reasonable compromise, and being quite hungry herself, she set the crow on the ground. She left her hands on it, though, and looked up at the druid.

"This deal ok with you?"

The_Bard
05/27/2005 12:30 AM

(OOC: )

Elavar nodded, knowing that he had given his companion all he wanted to: freedom. He wasn't hungry, he had eaten not long before, but he was quickly growing tired, having traveled all night. He held back a sigh of relief from the knowledge that he had no spells prepared.

Flark
05/27/2005 5:53 AM

(OOC: Please check out the OOC!)

blue_raven5
05/30/2005 8:29 AM


Elavar nodded, knowing that he had given his companion all he wanted to: freedom. He wasn't hungry, he had eaten not long before, but he was quickly growing tired, having traveled all night. He held back a sigh of relief from the knowledge that he had no spells prepared.


Sylvanus stood there for a moment, looking at the bird. She let it go and stood up, walking back a few paces, so she was standing as far away as the druid. She watched to see which direction the bird would go.

Black_Plague
05/31/2005 6:10 PM

Orion looked at the crow intently. It was quite a large bird already, it had enough meat on it to fill Orion. He would give it five minutes to live, then he would barbecue it alive. Add a little mint and it would be perfect. He licked his lips silently, debating weather he should fry it instead.

The_Bard
06/01/2005 6:56 PM

Daegil, the crow landed on the floor, ruffled its feathers, and flew away as if it felt offended by the whole issue. Elavar relaxed his muscles and let a smile crawl out from deep inside of him. That was close.

His eyelids felt heavy, from the exhaustion of a day's work and a night's travel. He drew his hood back covering his face and walked towards the door of the inn as if nothing had happened.

Black_Plague
06/01/2005 7:08 PM

Orion Smiled as his pupils dialated. The fireball grew a little brighter. Orion aimed along his arm and began to concentrate. Fire balls were easier to control then arrows, but accuracy was a good sign. He squinted and prepared to catch him a meal.

blue_raven5
06/02/2005 7:32 AM

"Damn. I was hoping for some target practice. Oh well..."

She turned to see Orion holding up his arm, a fireball floating in front of his hand.

“And just what are you planning on doing?”

Flark
06/02/2005 8:33 AM

Feeling pleased with himself, Flark turned to follow the Druid back inside the inn. Suddenly, sensing something was wrong, he spun back around to eye the darkly clad stranger suspiciously.

Black_Plague
06/02/2005 4:30 PM

Orion's arm didnt waver, it tracked the crow even as it began to shrink with distance.

"The crow chose neither you or the druid. And I'm hungry. So crow for dinner."

The fireabll pulsed as Orion poured more power into it. That bird would be well cooked when Orion found it.

The_Bard
06/02/2005 9:13 PM

Elavar stoped walking. He closed his eyes and forced himself to recall the spell, not the consequences of what would happen if he hesitated. One spell left in his exhausted mind. Normally, he would have to be close enough to touch his target, but he hoped that the mental link between him and Daegil would be enough to anchor the spell.

With a quick plead to Mielikki and his holy ancestor, Elevar began to chant the words to the spell he had learned not too long ago. He hoped that the Endure Elements spell would protect the crow. And fighting against his will, made no other moves to avoid Orion's suspicion.

(OOC: Fireball's range is limited, so is Endure Elements :P DM's call. That's what you're here for, Exile.)

Black_Plague
06/02/2005 10:50 PM

Orion shook his head and shot the fireball off, sending it hurtling after the crow. Orion forced as much energy into it as he could as it flew, finnaly stopping as it exited his range of controll. It began to gain on the crow.

Exile
06/07/2005 8:44 PM

The crow let out a shriek as fire erupted all around it. The feathers on its right wing and tail had been completely destroyed, consumed by the fireball. However, it appeared that its master's protective spell had worked well enough to save its life, though it all seemed a mute point at the moment.

It spiraled straight at the ground, unable to stay in the air due to its loss of feathers. The bird plummeted from the sky beak first, hitting a nearby pond and sending a small splash into the air.

----------

The dwarf had been sitting on the seat of the coach, attentively paying attention between the bickering among a bird, a sheer bird! Now, the bird again held his attention as he watched the fireball extinguish itself on the animal. The bird shrieked before plummeting towards the earth, its wings flapping in vain to regain its flight.

The dwarf held his breath as the bird drew closer to the ground. For a moment, his heart stopped beating the instant before the bird hit. Water flew into the air where the bird once had been. The dwarf exhaled his breath slowly before turning to regard the owner.

“That was a close one,” he stated with a chuckle.

Black_Plague
06/07/2005 8:53 PM

Ocarion smiled and began walking towards the pond, pulling a small knife out of his leather wrapping. Dinner time! And the bird hadnt even been completely charred. He could do what he wished with it.

The_Bard
06/07/2005 9:46 PM

Elevar let out a sigh. He would have by far prefered to be resting right now, but the battle wasn't over. Would everyone he met be so violent and harmful? The dagger was still on his relaxed hand. One quick turn, and a small thrust put the daggerby the man's neck. Elavar's patience had vanished.

"Give me a reason to kill you." He pushed the point of the dagger the slightest bit to let the man feel its sting.

Flark
06/08/2005 8:10 AM

Keeping one eye on the girl, Flark snapped into his fighting stance, halberd ready to swing at the dark stranger should he so try anything. Flark knew nothing about the Druid he would risk his life for, except clearly, like himself, he had been forced into this situation.

blue_raven5
06/08/2005 9:24 AM

Sylvanus grabbed the small jewel that hund from her neck, trying to find some reason why she had put herself into such a predicament. She knocked her bow yet again, but this time with an arrow that was obviously much sharper than the first. She pulled up her bow and drew back its string. She aimed it at the druid, but kept an eye on her other opponent as a gust of wind blew past them, blowing her hair to the side and sent rather loose clothes waving. Her look of determination did not betray her feelings of anxiousness that lay inside of her.

[Edited by blue_raven5 on Sunday, June 12, 2005 1:05 PM]

Flark
06/08/2005 10:00 AM

(VIEW OOC)

Seeing the girl quickly ready her bow and take aim at the Druid, Flark did not hesitate. He sprang towards her and quickly struck out with his long reaching halberd, with the sole intention of smashing the bow from her hands.

(I think it should be Exile's call to decide if I can pull this move off in time, before you can take aim at me)

Exile
06/08/2005 2:11 PM

Flark struck out with the end of his halberd, connecting solidly with the woman's bow. The arrow shot off prematurely, soaring through the air and burrowing itself into the coach, not three feet away from Myrol. The dwarf looked at the young lady, his face reddening as he clenched his hands into fist.

"STOP IT," he yelled at the top of his lungs, spittle flying out of his mouth onto the ground. "I've never seen so many whiney people in all me life. You," he said pointing at the elf, "are selfish. This man," he said pointing at the druid," did nothing to ye and ye seek to steal his companion," his voice continued to rise as he continued his lecture.

"And you," he said pointing at the one who had released the fireball. "Just get yer ass inside and order yerself some damned food if yer so hungry," he said, his voice regaining some composure. The dwarf looked at them all before turning around and yanking the arrow from his coach. He looked at the women; arrow still clenched in his hand as he narrowed his eyes.

His bald head had begun to perspire and his brow had furrowed so much it appeared he had one large, bushy eyebrow. He threw the arrow towards the woman, though it was short by ten feet. Crossing his arms he sat back into the seat of the coach, sour look on his face as he awaited their next moves.

Black_Plague
06/08/2005 8:10 PM

Orion smirked as the druid's dagger came to his cheek.

"You know, I've killed for less then that."

The dagger became searing hot suddenly, turning the metal a deep cherry red. Orion stepped back and gave a smouldering glare to both the Dwarf and the Druid.

"Be careful who you cross druid, the bird is dead anyways. If it cannot fly. Better the death I provide it then that of a predator."

Orion moved to finish what he had started.

The_Bard
06/11/2005 10:39 AM

(OOC: Just drop it! Leave the crow alone!!!)

Elavar dropped the dagger, surprised at the sudden pain erupting from it. After recovering from the shock and seeing in Orion's eyes that he had been responsible for his dagger's peculiar alteration he once again began to think of a way to stop the .

"Worry not about the bird's health, friend," Elevar said as he slowly reached into his pocket. "Your health is much more urgent." He felt the four throwing daggers, attentively carved from the strongest wood, in between each of his fingers. Hoping that his actions would end the conflict soon, he threw one of the daggers with all his might. It stuck on the ground, right in font of Orion's feet.

The_Bard
06/11/2005 10:45 AM

(OOC: Just drop it! Leave the crow alone!!!)

Elavar dropped the dagger, surprised at the sudden pain erupting from it. After recovering from the shock and seeing in Orion's eyes that he had been responsible for his dagger's peculiar alteration he once again began to think of a way to stop his crow's offender .

"Worry not about the bird's health, friend," Elevar said as he slowly reached into his pocket. "Your health is much more urgent." He felt the four throwing daggers, attentively carved from the strongest wood, in between each of his fingers. Hoping that his actions would end the conflict soon, he threw one of the daggers with all his might. It stuck on the ground, right in font of Orion's feet.

Black_Plague
06/11/2005 12:28 PM

The wooden dagger burst into flame as it neared Orion.

"The birds dead by now anyways, water damage makes meat tasteless. Oh and druid, a piece of advice. If your going to challenge someone who wears armor, use a metal knife instead of an oaken one."

Orion turned in a gust of hot air and calmly strode towards the inn, where food awaited. Conflict made him hungry.

Flark
06/12/2005 2:40 AM

Flark waited until the dark stranger had disappeared into the inn. Still keeping a suspicious eye on the girl, Flark spoke to the druid.
"Sorry about your crow, friend. Maybe there is a chance if you hurry now."

Flark then turned and made his way back into the inn, to his meal.

[Edited by Flark on Sunday, June 12, 2005 5:50 AM]

Exile
06/12/2005 11:51 AM

Bogern nodded towards Orion as he entered the tavern. "What happened out there? I heard a bit of commotion," he said as he stood behind the bar, eyeing the man evenly.

A moment later, Flark entered the tavern. "Ah, your food is on the table. Mind if I ask what happened out there?" he asked the man, then turned to regard Orion. "Either story will suffice," he added, awaiting to be told the story.

blue_raven5
06/12/2005 1:09 PM

Sylvanus was slightly aghast at what had just happened. To her, it seemed as though it all happened at once. She noticed her arrow sitting in the ground just a few feet from her. She walked over, picked it out, and set it in her quiver.

"Obviously, I need more practice. I shall return in a few days, and if you still wish to settle this fight, we may do so then."

She ran off into the woods, a rush of wind picking up and creating a wall of leaves for a fraction of a second. As soon as you could see again, she was gone.

Exile
06/12/2005 3:25 PM

"Glad that's all over," Myrol stated bluntly to Elevar. "If I were you, I'd go check on that bird of yer's, I don't remember 'em being able to swim very well," he said as he climbed down from the top of the coach and made his way towards the door that would lead into the transport.

"By the way, name's Myrol," he said before opening the door and stepping into the coach. The door briskly shut, leaving Elevar by himself.

Flark
06/12/2005 3:55 PM


A moment later, Flark entered the tavern. "Ah, your food is on the table. Mind if I ask what happened out there?" he asked the man, then turned to regard Orion. "Either story will suffice," he added, awaiting to be told the story.

Flark screwed up his face in an almost confused look, shook his head, then sat down at the table. He began eating ravenously, "Thanks for the food, t'is good," he said with his mouth full.

Black_Plague
06/12/2005 4:02 PM

Orion gave the inn keeper an inscrutable look and shook his head.

"Youd rather not know. What do you have for a hungry traveler?"

He plucked a small gold marble out of his pocket and suddenly melted it flat aginst the top of the bar, holding up the makeshift coin again with raised eyebrows.

"And will this pay for it?"

Exile
06/12/2005 6:00 PM


"Youd rather not know. What do you have for a hungry traveler?"


Bogern shrugged at the remark, figuring it wasn't worth pursuing.


He plucked a small gold marble out of his pocket and suddenly melted it flat aginst the top of the bar, holding up the makeshift coin again with raised eyebrows.


The innkeeper raised his eyebrows as the marble suddenly turned into a thin, gold coin. Bogern looked from Orion, to the coin, and back to Orion once more.

"Uh, gold is gold," Bogern replied before heading into the back of the inn and emerging moments later with a steaming plate of venison and potatoes. He sat it down before the man, withdrawing his cloth wrapped hand from the scorching plate. Bogern took the coin off of the bar and held it up for inspection then drew it up to his mouth and bit into the hard, unbendable metal. Satisfied, he pocketed the coin.

"What can I get you to drink," he asked the odd man before him.

Black_Plague
06/12/2005 7:31 PM

Orion thought for a second, lifting the plate off the surface barehanded and seemingly not noticing the heat from it.

"The strongest ale you have again please."

With a curt nod, he moved off to eat the food, completely ignoring its temperature.

The_Bard
06/13/2005 1:21 AM

(OOC: Exile, are you gonna be playing with us as a character? [Myrol?])

Elevar didn't bother presenting himself to Myrol, having already rushed off to aid his companion. Daegil was moving its wings uncontrollably, cawing softly on the surface of the boot-deep pond.

Elevar kneeled beside the crow and lifted it carefully while whispering, "We got into quite a bit of trouble there. I'm sorry... all my fault."

A cold breeze blew. He reached into his light pack and pulled out a cloth and a scarf. He entered the inn, the cowl of his cloak and the scarf covering most of his face, holding the crow wrapped in the cloth. He could feel Daegil's short laboured breath.

He threw a coin at the innkeeper and muttered, "Room."

Exile
06/13/2005 4:13 PM

OOC: Nah. I may join later on.

IC:

Bogern regarded the traveler suspiciously before taking the coin. It seemed that his inn had become a hotspot for travelers in the past day. Although Bogern did not mind the influx of business, he couldn't help but feel a little less in control with each newly arrived guest. With a grunt, Bogern reached behind the bar and retrieved a key.

"First door on yer left," he replied as he slowly handed the key over. Bogern's eyes dropped down to an odd sack and upon further inspection, noticed that it was not a sack at all.

"I have some salves in the back if yer bird needs 'em," Bogern said, hoping he had not intruded into the stranger's privacy.

Flark
06/14/2005 9:18 AM

Finishing the last of his meal, Flark looked up to listen in to the conversation between the inn keeper and the druid.
At the mention of the salves, he sat back making an over-exaggerated inspection of his makeshift bandage, which was now encrusted with dried blood.
Still chewing the last of his meal, Flark cocked an eyebrow at the pair questioningly.

Black_Plague
06/14/2005 4:14 PM

Orion sat, munching thoughtfully on a piece of meat. His gaze was reflected dimly in the window, the most promenant part being two glowing eyes. He turned his gaze on the crow and smirked.

"So it survived huh? Lucky little critter."

His glowing blue eyes flashed dimly as he turned back to the food infront of him, which was still steaming even though it had been far away from a heat source for some time.

The_Bard
06/14/2005 5:39 PM

Elevar only slowed to hear the inn keep’s directions, and then he continued onto his room offering no response. He entered and gave a quick inspection at the simple chamber. He bolted the door and quickly began to work on Daegil's wounds before beginning his much needed and deserved rest.

His dreams were dark and ambiguous: dark silhouettes on the night sky; fire; and blood.

Exile
06/14/2005 11:09 PM

(OOC: Flark, nice avatar.)

Bogern shrugged as the stranger walked away, offering no response. Instead, he turned his attention toward's the man who had been staring at him when he mentioned the salves.

"Ah, I see your bandages are a bit dirty. Would you like some salves," the innkeep asked innocently.

Flark
06/15/2005 10:21 AM

Flark watched the druids departure with a frown.

"That would be most appreciated," he answered the innkeep, pushing a few coins onto the table towards him. "I also need a room please?"

Exile
06/15/2005 5:13 PM

Bogern pocketed the coins and head towards the back of the inn. A few moments later, he emerged from the back and on his way towards Flark, plucked a key off of the wall. He placed the jar of healing salve and the key in front of the man.

"First door on your right," he stated. "And when you’re done with that salve, would you be so kind as to place it on the bar?" The last question seemed more like a command than anything else. Bogern didn't want his healing salve running off on him; it was one of the three bottles he owned.

Black_Plague
06/15/2005 6:59 PM

Orion himself realised his cheek was bleeding from the point of the dagger. There was a sudden slight hiss and the wound cauterized. The curl of smoke rising from his cheek quickly dissapated. He finished the stew and ale and rose to face the inn keeper.

"I too would like a room sir."

He pulled another golden marble out and coined it, tossing it to the innkeeper.

Flark
06/16/2005 8:54 AM


"And when you’re done with that salve, would you be so kind as to place it on the bar?"

Flark scooped up the key and the healing salve, and gave an appreciative nod in response to the innkeeper. Feeling somewhat uneasy towards the stranger, especially in his tired, vulnerable state, Flark scurried off quickly to find his room.

Exile
06/16/2005 1:46 PM

Outside, the moon had begun its accent into the night sky. Stars seemed to burn brighter than nights previous. The coach still sat in front of the inn, a dim light illuminating its insides. A frigid breeze from the Spine of the World blew down, chilling the inn and its inhabitants.

Bogern stood behind the bar, reaching once again for another key. His hand clasped the key and handed it to the man, noticing for the first time his odd, pale blue eyes. Bogern gulped as the man stared back.

"Second door on yer right," he hurriedly stated before turning around and searching for something to occupy him. He found a dirty glass and immediately began to wash it, not bothering to see if the man had left yet. For some odd reason, he had given Bogern an odd feeling the first time he had seen him.

Black_Plague
06/16/2005 6:41 PM

Orion grinned as the two men displayed their fear openly. He enjoyed tje reactions of frightened people, and got them alot in small towns. The key clicked as he picked it up with one of the claws on his glove and Orion turned to leave for his room, absenly shooting sparks at a moth on his way by.

Exile
06/18/2005 8:36 PM

The night wore on. The howling of wolves could be heard in the distance. Outside, the wind continued to assault the inn, howling as it bombarded the exterior. The inhabitants had long ago bedded for the night, leaving the inn in total darkness save for a few fluttering candles. Snow had begun to fall. Already, a thin layer had covered the ground. The trees hung low, their branches laden with frost.

----

Bogern jolted awake. Downstairs, someone was beating on the inn door. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and threw the covers off before slipping on a robe and making his way to check on the disturbance.

The inn keep peeked through the door’s peephole, noticing a black cloaked man standing a few feet from the door. The stranger seemed to be out of breath as he doubled over, wisps of breath clearly noticeable in the chill air. Bogern pushed open a small slit.

“What do you want,” he asked the man, who slowly turned his head towards Bogern's general direction.

“Please, you must let me in. The whole town was burned to the ground within moments,” he managed to reply. It was clearly evident that the man was in shock. Bogern quickly unbolted the door and helped the man in, guiding him to a seat before stirring up the fire.

blue_raven5
06/18/2005 11:43 PM

(OOC:schools over, i have my summers daily schedule set up, and IM BACK!) (Feel free to simply stick some talking in between the last post and mine.)

Sylvanus walked in after a few hours, shivering from the ice, but with a content smile on her face. She looked at the man, and her face twisted into a mix of shock, anger, surprise, and smugness; only for a fraction of a second, though, and she walked upstairs to her room, where she collapsed on the bed, a warmth radiating through her body as if she had just done something well. The most surprising thing, though, was the fact that she had been wearing nothing more than a simple light green cloak. She certainly didn't have clothes that were sufficient for the clothes that were outside. She no notice to this though, when she came in, she stopped by the fire for only a moment.

Black_Plague
06/19/2005 12:08 AM

Orion had awoken to a commotion and walked by a naked girl wearing a cloak. That had made him stop for a second before he continued shaking his head. He walked downstairs to see a shellshocked man standing by the fire.

"What happened?"

Orion gestured at the fire, increasing it's heat a little for the cold looking man.

Exile
06/25/2005 9:01 PM


"What happened?"


"Greyrock [i]burned[/i]. The whole town and everyone in it," the man replied. His chest heaved up and down as tears ran down his eyes and it seemed every word pained him dearly.

"That's good enough, lad," Bogern broke in. "I'll give you a room for the night and we can talk more of this in the morning."

The man looked at Bogern and nodded. It seemed that his whole world would fall in on him, and in truth it had. Bogern ushered the man upstairs to a room before returning back to the commons room.

"It'd be best if you got some sleep also. I fear that dark times may be falling," he said as he passed by Orion.

Black_Plague
06/25/2005 9:32 PM

Burned? Was he responsible? He never looked for the names of the towns he burned. But then again that town he had burned four days ago had seemed like a rock named town. He shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah."

He went upstairs and laid awake on the bed. He had never been caught for incinerating a town, but there was always a first.

Exile
06/27/2005 12:12 PM

OOC: What... Just happened?

IC: The sun rose and promised much the same as the night, more snow. It seemed that during the night a storm had come down from the North and covered the ground and landscape with snow. The whiteness would have been almost blinding if the sun was out, but it was not. It was behind the many snow clouds that still dotted the sky.

Bogern sat in the commons room in a chair. A poker rested on his lap as he attended the fire and waited for what the day would bring. He had sent his serving girl off the other day to get supplies from a nearby village. He was expecting her back this afternoon but with the weather the way it was, he was not sure if she would be back within a week. More than likely, she would stay with the village until the roads were passable.

Flark
06/27/2005 1:05 PM

Flark awoke feeling much better today. He'd cleaned up his wound and applied the healing salve last night before going to sleep. He was sure his arm would be as good as new in a day or two, and the salve would prevent the risk of any poisoning.

Flark grabbed the dagger he slept with and placed it back inside his boot. He pulled on his armour, short sword and cloak. Finally grabbing the salve and his halberd, he left the room and made his way downstairs to find the inn keeper.

Black_Plague
06/27/2005 3:36 PM

Orion sprang up as he always did and strapped on his armor. With a mighty creak, he stretched and left the room. He was still adjusting the strap on his sheath when he entered the common room.

"Morning you lot."

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a blink. There was a slight creak as he settled in a chair and began smoking lazily.

Exile
07/01/2005 10:40 PM


"Morning you lot."


"Better 'en some, not as good as most," Bogern replied. "The snow from last night will have the roads near impassable. I suspect that trading will be at a stand still until it thaws, or at least melts down a bit. Not in my life have I ever seen so much damned snow come down in one night!" The innkeep looked each man over before standing and heading towards the fire. He threw on two logs from the small woodpile that stood beside the fireplace.

"If yer hungry, might be I'm able to give you some food for yer coin."

(OOC: Who was attacked earlier?)

Flark
07/03/2005 11:04 AM


"If yer hungry, might be I'm able to give you some food for yer coin."

"Some breakfast would be most appreciated, good sir." answered Flark. "Although my purse feel is beginning to feel uncomfortably light on belt. I do hope this blizzard does pass soon or I fear I will be scrubbing pans for my keep in a day or two."

Flark handed the pot of healing salve back to the innkeeper. "Thankyou for that."

He then began pacing up and down the room with a frown. "Ahh, times are hard for an honest mercenary these days. Work is so hard to find, and the pay is so poor in these parts. One thing for sure, I shall be heading back to Baldur's Gate once this awful weather clears, I've had it with this place! I've been plagued with nothing but rotten luck since I set foot near this wretched Icewind Dale!" he ranted, more to himself than anyone else around him.

[Edited by Flark on Monday, July 4, 2005 10:01 AM]

Exile
07/04/2005 9:55 AM


"Some breakfast would be most appreciated, good sir." answered Flark. "Although my purse feel is beginning to feel uncomfortably light on belt. I do hope this blizzard does pass soon or I fear I will be scrubbing pans for my keep in a day or two."



"Aye," Bogern replied before heading into the back. The inn keep started cooking the food and heading back out into the common's room in time to hear Flark's rant.


"Ahh, times are hard for an honest mercenary these days. Work is so hard to find, and the pay is so poor in these parts. One thing for sure, I shall be heading back to Baldur's Gate once this awful weather clears, I've had it with this place! I've been plagued with nothing but rotten luck since I set foot in this wretched Icewind Dale!"


Bogern snorted as Flark came to an end. "Honest mercenary," he grumbled to himself before heading back to the kitchens. The food was nearly done when Bogern arrived so he let it finish before taking it to the waiting man. "Here you are." He sat the plate of ham, eggs, sausage, and bread on the table in front of him then hurried away to get a glass of water. "Ale's running low," he stated as he sat the water beside the plate.

(OOC: Just to clear things up, we are not in Icewind Dale but below it.)

Flark
07/04/2005 10:16 AM


"Ale's running low," he stated as he sat the water beside the plate.

Although distraught at hearing this, Flark was enjoying the fine breakfast too much to bother complaining about the lack of ale, for now anyway. All the while, his mind was trying to come up with an idea how he could possibly turn the misfortune of this awful weathing in his favor. Or even better, into a profit. Surely there was money to be made from a situation like this. He just needed to figure out how?

Exile
07/04/2005 7:58 PM

Bogern stood behind the bar as he identified the mercenary Flark. When the man was almost finished eating, Bogern spoke up. "Maybe it so happens that I have some work for you." The mercenary looked up from his food and regarded Bogern a moment before the inn keep continued on. "It seems that my serving girl, Jary, isn't back with those supplies I sought her after and I doubt it will be anytime soon unless someone goes and gets her. She never was the adventurous type," he added as an afterthought then regarded the mercenary again.

"I'll pay you half now and half when you bring the girl and my goods back from Miribar. You may be able to reach the dwarven city by sundown if you take my horse, Spark, he's out back in the stables." Bogern walked over to the mercenary and handed him half of the payment, thirty-five gold coins. Gold always seemed to change a man's outlook on life and Bogern hoped that the man would readily accept.

Flark
07/05/2005 8:09 AM

Finishing his breakfast, Flark pushed the empty plate to one side and pocketed the gold coins with a smile.

"Consider it done." he announced confidently, rising from his seat. "Tell me exactly where I can find this girl, and anything else I may need to know, and I'll get straight to it."

Exile
07/05/2005 5:09 PM


"Consider it done."


Bogern let loose a sigh of relief. "Good to hear."



"Tell me exactly where I can find this girl, and anything else I may need to know, and I'll get straight to it."


"You can find her in Miribar. Just take my horse and follow the road north until you come to the Dwarven city of Miribar. Tell them you’re a traveler seeking rest for the night and once inside, ask around for Jary. And take some of those furs hanging in the back of the stable; I'll think you'll need them in this cold." Bogern regarded the mercenary one final time before clasping the man on the shoulder. "Good look to you."

-----

The ornate coach lay on its side, its front axle was broken into two. A dwarf with a long, braided beard stood on top of the wreckage. On his head, he wore a fine, wolf skin hat and his body had been repeatedly wrapped with furs to ward off the increasing cold, which did nothing to hide his stockiness and from a distance he looked like a small furball.

"Here ye go, laddie," he said as he offered an extended hand down into the coach…

Flark
07/06/2005 2:47 PM


"Good luck to you"

Flark nodded confidently. He appreciated Bogern's concern, but genuinely didn't think this small task could possibly cause him too much trouble, no matter how sour his luck had turned since entering this region.

Flark left via a side door. He trudged through the deep snow to the stables around the back of the inn.

Spark was a fine looking pure white mare. Flark approached her carefully and patted her head reassuringly, in order to familiarize themselves with each other. Once Spark seemed happy enough, Flark saddled her up. He took two large wolf skin furs from the stable. One which he wrapped around himself over the top of his black cloak, the other which he rolled up and attached to the saddle.

Flark then lead Spark out of the stable and into the deep snow. He carefully mounted the horse, then they trotted back around to the front of the inn and onto the road.

[Edited by Flark on Wednesday, July 6, 2005 3:09 PM]

Exile
07/06/2005 3:46 PM

(OOC: Flark and Spark. Ha! Haha!)

Bogern seated himself beside the fire as the day wore on. He had sent the mercenary left behind up to his room on account of looking sickly. Now Bogern was alone to contemplate the demanding job of inn keeper.

"Hello," he heard a weak voice call from behind him. Bogern shifted in his seat to regard the man who had come during the night. "I want to thank you," he said as he shifted his eyes towards the floor. Bogern inspected the man closer and realized that it was not a man at all but an older boy, no more than fourteen.

"It is quite all right lad," Bogern replied softy. "Come, have a seat beside the fire." Bogern stood and brought up a chair before placing it beside the fire. The boy meekly walked over and sat in front of the warmth. His hair was a dark red and he seemed a bit pale, but then again all redheads seemed a bit pale. His green eyes stared straight ahead into the fire and his body shook lightly. "It's all right, your safe now," Bogern said as he extended a hand to comfort the boy. "Where is it you said you were from?" Bogern regarded the boy more intently as he waited for an answer. The boy turned his gaze onto Bogern. His eyes were beginning to water up as he struggled to talk.

"I'm from..."

Flark
07/07/2005 10:12 AM

Despite the deep, thick snow, Spark managed a steady canter once on the firm road. A strong howling wind blew against them. Flakes of crispy snow fell from the pale grey sky, blowing into their faces and obscuring their vision as the inn behind them disappeared from sight.

Flark knew all too well that they could become an easy target for a hungry wolf pack. In these terrible weather conditions, they could have little or no warning before being surrounded by an ambush.

Ignoring the cold that bit at his hands, Flark rode with his long heavy halberd at the ready. Although this was uncomfortable, he knew from previous experience that the weapon could be used as quite an effective substitute for a lance.

Exile
07/07/2005 11:17 AM

"Ay look, here comes someone now." The dwarf Myrol was standing on top of the wreckage and had a better view than his companion. Not to mention the dwarf could look down on someone for once, and he had pointed it out and every possible chance he got. "I want ye to go hide in the woods. Stick close to the wood line so ye can see what's happenin'," the dwarf was saying to the man that was sitting against the wreckage of the coach.

The man immediately got up, wrapped his furs around him, and made his way towards the wood line as inconspicuously as possible. Myrol dropped down into the coach, one of his furs catching as it momentarily hung onto a large splinter. The dwarf cursed before the fur ripped, dropping him to the other side of the coach with a loud thump and soft groan.

Flark
07/07/2005 1:40 PM

On spotting something on the road up ahead, Flark slowed the horse down as he approached. Squinting his eyes in the wind and snow, he realised it was a large coach turned on its side.

As he got nearer, he recognised it was the same coach which had been at the inn when he arrived yesterday. It was quite unmistakable due to it's immense size and ornate features. Flark remembered the owner, the dwarf who had witnessed all the commotion over the crow yesterday. He had seemed a decent enough fellow and Flark wondered what could have possibly befallen him.

Seeing little alternative, Flark cautiously rode right up to the coach, aware that if this was a trap, he was walking straight into it.

Exile
07/07/2005 5:01 PM

Myrol shuffled impatiently as he watched the horse trot up through a small crack in the coach. When it was out of view, the dwarf frantically searched for another crack to peer out of but found none. Muttering a curse under his breath, he punched the crack he had been looking out of. The crack opened up with a feint thud as his fist collided with the bottom of the coach. Myrol eagerly peered out of the crack.

Flark
07/08/2005 3:35 AM

Flark pulled up the horse to a halt just in front of the coach. He was unsure because of the wind, but he thought he heard a sudden sound like the splintering of wood from inside the coach.

Before looking inside it, Flark decided to do a quick circle to check all around it from the outside first. He kept Spark tight enough to the coach, so as to be able lash out at anything lurking behind it with his halberd, as he slowly rode around to the back.

Exile
07/08/2005 1:26 PM

Sudden fear gripped the dwarf as the horsemen slowly headed toward the wood line. [i]Oh no, he's found the boy![/i]

Myrol grabbed the shaft of his battle axe from his back and began hacking at the coach. "You'll not have him," he was yelling over and over as he furiously hacked at the wood. After opening up a large hole, the dwarf threw his body against the opening. The wood groaned and creaked against the attack but did not break. Myrol readied himself and threw his body at the opening again. This time, the wood groaned loudly in protest before breaking apart and sending Myrol to crash through onto the ground.

"Get away from 'em, you gully dwarf," Myrol shouted at the horsemen before regaining his senses and charging straight at the horse, axe raised high over his head. [i]Mmm. He looks a little familiar.[/i]

Flark
07/08/2005 2:17 PM

Flark heard the muffled shouts from inside the coach as the sound of splintering wood continued. Spark reared up and backed away from the coach as a battle axe, followed by a dwarf came crashing through onto the ground.

Flark instantly recognised the dwarf as the same one from yesterday. Before he could speak, the dwarf charged towards him with his battle axe raised to attack.

"Wait!" was all he could manage as he positioned his halberd to block the assault, before the two weapons clashed heavily.

Exile
07/08/2005 2:46 PM

Myrol flew backwards as the weapons collided. A loud banging resounded inside of the dwarf's helmet as he struggled to stand; his vision was blurred as his head violently rung. His teeth chattered noisily as the helmet continued to ring. Groaning in protest, he fell back to the ground and clutched his helm. His gloved hands began to shake as they clasped the helmet. The dwarf let out another groan of pain and shut his eyes.

"You will have to forgive my companion; he takes his job a bit too seriously sometimes." The heavily furred human had walked from the wood line and kicked Myrol's helmet off, revealing the dwarf's teeth still chattering wildly as he closed his eyes. "You can open your eyes now," the man said as the dwarf’s eyes fluttered open to regard his savior.

"Tempus be praised," he said as his jaw dropped and he regarded his companion with awe.

"Myrol please, stand up." The man turned his attention from Myrol, who was shaking his head and massaging his beard with the occasional grunt, and regarded the horseman. "It seems that our coach has crashed on our way to Miribar. You would not, by any chance, be heading in that direction would you?" The man smirked from behind the layer of fur that covered half of his face.

Flark
07/08/2005 3:05 PM

Flark's arm ached somewhat from the heavy impact of the weapons, but he quickly composed himself.


"It seems that our coach has crashed on our way to Miribar. You would not, by any chance, be heading in that direction would you?"


"That I am. As it so happens you are in luck." he answerd. Glancing over the man's shoulder at the coach wreckage, he asked "Tis a strange coach you ride in? Who are you people? And where are your horses?"

Exile
07/08/2005 3:48 PM

"We stole it," Myrol began to say but was interrupted by a glare from his companion and all that managed to come out was, "We st-". The man cleared his throat a moment before turning back to face the horsemen.

"We borrowed it," he replied openly. "As for whom we are," the man took the fur from his face and draped it over his shoulder. "I am Samuel and my companion is Myrol. Our horses broke free when the carriage crashed and bolted. We were unable to catch them and decided we would wait here a day to see if any travelers came along." The man regarded Flark, a thin smile forming. "And it appears they have."

Flark
07/08/2005 4:03 PM

Flark became slightly suspicious at Samuel's interruption at whatever Myrol had began to say. Even so, he felt sure that these two would not cause him any harm, and he was happy for some company.

"My name is Flark. I am travelling to Miribar to find someone. I have never been to the dwarven city before, so would be glad to take you along with me. Unfortunately, I am quite sure my horse would not greatly appreciate the three of trying to ride her at once. What do you propose we do?"

Exile
07/08/2005 4:43 PM


I have never been to the dwarven city before



Upon hearing this, Myrol became extremely excited. "Well ye’re in luck. Dwarven hospitality be the best hospitality in Faerun," the dwarf explained as a wide, beaming smile covered his face.

"Yes of course, Myrol," Samuel replied. "But the man asked what we planned on doing. I have a solution to our problem, but before you ask; yes, I could have done this earlier," Samuel explained with a smile. "If you would be so kind as to wait for us a moment," he said to Flark as he ushered Myrol off into the woods with him.

Moments later, the two emerged from the woods. Myrol was on the back of a large buck while Samuel had managed to charm a moose into letting him on. The man regarded Flark with a thin smile from behind the large antlers.

"Oh no ye don't," Myrol was saying to the buck who had begun stomping it's foot on the ground and snorting the air. The dwarf went sliding down the bucks back as it rose onto its hind legs. Myrol slammed to the ground with an [i]oof[/i] as the air escaped his lungs. "Damned animals," he said as he got back to his feet.

"Charm it." Samuel was looking intently at the buck, who seemed ready to bolt at any moment.

"I thought ye did," Myrol replied before snorting to himself. Slowly, he approached the buck and began stroking its neck. The buck began to calm and eventually let Myrol back on. The dwarf laughed aloud at nothing in particular as he sat atop his mount.

Samuel gave Myrol a questioning look. "Yes," he said as he turned towards Flark, "we will follow you."

Flark
07/09/2005 9:54 AM

Surprised to see the two emerge from the woods so quickly with these animals, Flark became more suspicious.

He watched Myrol's antics with mild amusement, although he was beginning to feel somewhat uncomfortable with the pair. He hoped it was just due to his over cautiousness, from the years of working as a mercenary, dealing with double crossing scoundrels, thieves and bandits at every turn.

As the three set off slowly along the road, Flark asked casually, "So how come you guys didn't just do that in the first place then? What were you waiting for?"

Exile
07/09/2005 10:13 AM


"So how come you guys didn't just do that in the first place then? What were you waiting for?"



"Bandits. If you must know, we are Rangers. That coach back there," he nodded in its general direction behind them, "we borrowed from a friend of ours." The dwarf snorted again from atop his buck. Samuel glanced at him out of the corner of his eye but paid his friend no more attention than that.

He turned his attention back to Flark. "We must still hunt these vagabonds. I will not have them preying on any innocent folk such as yourself." He smiled at the mercenary before turning his attention to the woodland on the right side of the road. "That is the Lurkwood, where our little band of vagrants base their operations. After we reach Miribar, Myrol and I must forsake your company and return to our mission." Samuel had turned his attention to regard his dwarven friend, who was asleep on his mount. Myrol's head rested on top of his hands on the antlers of the buck. His mouth slightly whistled with each exhale of air while each intake was far less enjoyable. Samuel smiled to himself at the sight of his companion.

Flark
07/10/2005 3:59 PM


"We must still hunt these vagabonds. I will not have them preying on any innocent folk such as yourself."

Flark chuckled inwardly at this comment. It seemed he may have more in common with these two than he had ever imagined. He had spent much of his time as a mercenary tackling bloodthirsty bandits up and down the Sword Coast. It was beginning to sound like his voyage to this unpleasant region might just be worthwhile after all.


"That is the Lurkwood, where our little band of vagrants base their operations. After we reach Miribar, Myrol and I must forsake your company and return to our mission."

Flark listened intently, eyeing the treeline with increased suspicion.

"Maybe I could help you out with this?" he asked. "Believe it or not, I consider myself somewhat a profesional in the line of tackling bandits. I have worked as a mercenary up and down the Sword Coast for many years and have much experience."

Suddenly remembering his current task, he added, "Although, I have a small matter of escorting a girl, from Miribar back to the inn, which I must attend to first."

Exile
07/10/2005 7:09 PM


"Maybe I could help you out with this?" he asked. "Believe it or not, I consider myself somewhat a profesional in the line of tackling bandits. I have worked as a mercenary up and down the Sword Coast for many years and have much experience."

Suddenly remembering his current task, he added, "Although, I have a small matter of escorting a girl, from Miribar back to the inn, which I must attend to first."


Myrol, who had recently awoken, grumbled at the notion. Samuel cast him a glance that silenced any further protest. The man pondered it in his head a moment before responding.

"We could use the help," he said aloud. Myrol cast Flark a sidelong glance before muttering under his breath and falling back to sleep on his buck.

"Don't mind him," Samuel stated as he nodded towards the snoring dwarf. "He gets grumpy more often than not when he hasn't had his sleep." The ranger began stroking the moose's neck as the beast trotted on through the snow. "We will decide what to do in Miribar, which should not be that much farther down the road." The ranger was peering down the road intently, as if the city would magically appear, which it would seem to do in this light fog.

Flark
07/11/2005 8:31 AM


"We will decide what to do in Miribar, which should not be that much farther down the road."

Flark was relieved to hear that they were getting close. It had been hard for him to judge just how far he had already travelled, due to all this bad weather and these unfamiliar surroundings. He couldn't wait to get to Miribar, especially now after what Myrol had said about dwarven hospitality being the best in Faerun.

Thinking back to the subject of bandits, Flark decided to part with few gold coins in exchange for a good crossbow. He had felt quite vulnerable out on this open road without the use of a ranged weapon, and he appreciated the fine craftsmanship of the dwarves.

"Samuel," he asked, turning to his new found companion. "What can you tell me about these bandits? I'd like to know a bit more about what we are going to be dealing with."

Exile
07/11/2005 10:53 AM


"Samuel," he asked, turning to his new found companion. "What can you tell me about these bandits? I'd like to know a bit more about what we are going to be dealing with."


"They are your typical bandit vermin, but as of late they have been growing bolder, preying on the many caravans of Miribar." Samuel regarded Flark a moment before continuing on. "I have heard reports that they have a bandit leader, as most of these foul groups do, which is said to be searching for some artifact. Beyond that, I know nothing."

A hundred glowing balls of orange light appeared through the fog. "Ah, here we are," he said aloud. Samuel dismounted from the moose and shooed it away before waking Myrol. The dwarf was none too happy about being awoken until he saw the glimmering lights and feint outline of a wall. The dwarf laughed aloud before rushing down the road, disappearing from sight. Samuel released the buck from Myrol's charm. The animal looked at him inquisitively before turning and trotting off into the fog, which seemed to be thickening by the hour.

"Must be from the snow melting," the ranger stated as he walked towards Miribar beside Flark and his mount.

Flark
07/11/2005 1:35 PM


"I have heard reports that they have a bandit leader, as most of these foul groups do, which is said to be searching for some artifact. Beyond that, I know nothing."


Hearing this concerned Flark slightly. It seem that there could be more to these bandits than usual. His line of thought was interrupted as the splendid city came into view.

Miribar looked almost fortress-like behind the strong, high walls. Yet while looking almost inpenitrable, the warm orange glow of the many lights still managed to make the city look very welcoming.

Flark did likewise and dimounted from his horse, choosing to lead Spark by foot. He walked beside Samuel through swirling fog towards the city.


"Must be from the snow melting,"


Flark nodded. Glad to finally be at the journey's end.

Exile
07/11/2005 2:04 PM

The city gate came into view through the fog. The portcullis was raised and two dwarven sentries stood on either side. Myrol was talking excitedly with the pair when Flark and Samuel walked up to the gate. The dwarven ranger said a few words before the sentries moved to intercept the pair of men.

The two dwarven gate watchers were clad in polished plate mail and on their breast was the symbol of Miribar. "What ye be wantin' in Miribar?" The first sentry was looking at the pair with look of disdain on his face. His bear was red and looked as if it had not been trimmed in months. A thin scare ran along the side of his face where no hair grew.

The other sentry stood behind his friend with a menacing scowl before his face began to quiver. The dwarf looked back to Myrol before erupting into laughter. The first dwarf did likewise and began slapping his knees when he could not breathe. Myrol stepped forward with a large smile on his face. "Dwarven hospitality," he explained gleefully. Samuel gave his companion a question look before heading through the gate and into Miribar.

Flark
07/11/2005 2:28 PM

Flark hadn't realised [i]that[/i] was what Myrol had meant by 'dwarven hospitality'. He had been hoping for something more along the lines of a huge banquet with enough ale to make him sick for a tenday.

No matter, he though. At least it [i]had[/i] been a joke. Flark gave a polite nod to each of the dwarves before following Samuel inside.

Exile
07/11/2005 3:07 PM

Samuel led the way through the streets of Miribar. On either side stood shabby houses that had seen better care. The ranger continued walking down the paved avenue until the houses began to decrease in intensity. Up ahead, he spotted what he was looking. An old sign post hung from the outer wall of a nearby building. A crowned fish was placed in the center of the sign,.

Samuel stepped through the wooden door. Inside, the room was dark, a single torch burned on a nearby wall. Samuel took the torch and continued through to the back of the room, where he found a set of steps and descended. Occasionally, he would turn back to see if Flark and Myrol were still following.

A heavy, iron door greeted him at the bottom of the stairs. He leaned forward and knocked three times before pulling on a nearby portrait of a unicorn. The door swung inward with a loud creak. Samuel stepped through the door and ushered his friends inside.

"And here we have it," he said as he placed the torch in a nearby sconce. The room immediately illuminated and revealed two other people sitting at a nearby table. Samuel walked over to the table and greeted them both warmly. The nearest figure was cloaked, his face hidden behind his cowl. A string of white hair floated from under the cowl as he stood. He regarded the two people Samuel had brought with them. "Good to see you again Myrol," the figure replied coolly.

The second figure stayed seated as Samuel gave her a hug and kissed her on each cheek. Her auburn hair flowed freely down past her shoulders. Her clothing consisted of the same as the other figure, a deep green cloak clasped at the neck with the unicorn of Mielikki.

Flark
07/12/2005 10:51 AM

Flark tethered Spark outside of the building, then followed the two inside.

Using the torch, Samuel lead them down the dark stairs and ushered them through a door and into a room.

Flark held back slightly as the two strangers greeted Samuel and Myrol.

Any niggling doubts about these people's intentions dissolved as Flark noticed their deep green cloaks were clasped at the neck with the unicorn of Mielikki. He knew that these must be good people, for Mielikki was the Godess worshiped by Rangers, Druids and even Dryads. All careful protectors of nature.

Flark hoped that these people would appreciate and accept his help. He had always admired Rangers, and looked upon them with great respect.

He often thought back to his past, regretting his descision to enlist with the Flaming Fist at Baldur's Gate at such a young age. As a boy, he had served with them as an apprentice. He had learnt how to use many different weapons, and to care for them properly. He had spent uncountable hours sharpening the soldier's blades, or de-rusting armour.

After a year or so, he was allowed to peform guard duties. Eventually he was even allowed to take part in routine patrols hunting bandits up and down the Sword Coast, which later became his forte.

Flark stopped himself before reaching the part had tried so hard to forget. If only my life had been different, he thought. He waited patiently for the Ranger's to acknowledge him, inwardly eager to be accepted and work with them.

Exile
07/13/2005 11:39 PM

Samuel cleared the throat as the five stood in silence. "This is Flark; he was nice enough to offer us assistance when our coach crashed." He was looking at the white haired figure as he said this. The figure brought down his cowl, revealing an old wrinkled, bearded face with haunting green eyes. He turned his gaze on Flark, staring at the man for a moment as if he were trying to enter him. Finally, after moments of silence the man turned aside and grunted. Samuel seemed not to notice the old man and immediately cut in. "Any news of the bandits?"

"None." The red haired woman was looking at Flark. Her voice was sweet and carried an air of melody, as if within her very being was contained a pure, untouched forest in which nature was aloud to flourish and bloom without any interference. Her blue eyes scanned the mercenary up and down before she turned back to Samuel. "We think they have left the area."

Samuel did not seem surprised at this revelation. He slowly brought his hand up to his chin and stroked his face. "What are we to do about them?" The ranger was looking at the woman suspiciously, awaiting her reply.

"We sent two of ours into the Lurkwood seeking signs." She replied coolly as she played with a lock of her auburn hair.

Samuel let the woman be for the moment. "Flark, I suppose your help will not be necessary after all." He regarded the man a moment before focusing his attention behind the mercenary. Myrol had opened a container and was now covered in white powder. The dwarf was cursing to himself inaudibly so as not to draw attention but his spastic flailing proved that his inaudibly was unnecessary as every eye turned to regard him.

"I were just lookin'." The dwarf threw the container to the ground, sending the powder to billow outwards in clouds to layer on top of the dwarf’s clothing, and crossed his arms over his chest, returning the glare of Samuel.

Flark
07/14/2005 2:34 AM


"Flark, I suppose your help will not be necessary after all."

Although he knew this was good news about the bandits, he couldn't help but feel a little dissapointed that he probably wasn't going to get to work with these people after all. At least it meant he could now concentrate on the task of finding the girl, Jary.

Flark might not have been completely proud of his occupation as a mercenary. In general they had a bad reputation for disloyalty and greed. What little pride he could manage, he took from his determination to steer away from this stereotype. He could at least boast that he had still never failed to complete a task which he had accepted.

He watched the dwarf, Myrol with amusement before speaking. "Ah well. I guess I should get going then. I must still find Bogern's serving girl, Jary, and return her safely back to the inn. I will probably stay at Bogern's Inn for a few more days, so if circumstances change, and you do indeed require my assistance, that's where you can find me...I don't suppose any of you happen to know the girl, Jary? Or at least have any clue as to where I should begin looking for her?"

Exile
07/14/2005 11:31 AM


"Ah well. I guess I should get going then. I must still find Bogern's serving girl, Jary, and return her safely back to the inn. I will probably stay at Bogern's Inn for a few more days, so if circumstances change, and you do indeed require my assistance, that's where you can find me...I don't suppose any of you happen to know the girl, Jary? Or at least have any clue as to where I should begin looking for her?"


"Look for her in the merchant's corner," Samuel replied with a smile. "The girl's name is unknown to us but Bogern is not. A finer inn keep there never was, nor a better friend to the rangers," Samuel added with a wink.

The older man, who had taken a seat, was now glaring at the mercenary. "If you would be so kind as to shut the door on your way out, it would be greatly appreciated." The man turned from Flark and began regarding the many maps that littered the table.

Myrol slowly trotted up to the mercenary, still covered in the white substance from beard to feet. "It ain't much but thanks for yer help," he said as he handed the mercenary a golden ring, adorned with the small, black hammers of Miribar. "It'll see that yer able to visit me kin underground any time ye like. Says your a dwarven friend," the dwarf stated as moisture began to rim his eye. Myrol grumbled to himself as he walked away from the mercenary, towards the back of the room and his companions.

Flark
07/14/2005 2:19 PM


"If you would be so kind as to shut the door on your way out, it would be greatly appreciated."

Flark felt unhappy at the old man's apparent coldness towards him, but he choose to say nothing.



"It ain't much but thanks for yer help," he said as he handed the mercenary a golden ring, adorned with the small, black hammers of Miribar. "It'll see that yer able to visit me kin underground any time ye like. Says your a dwarven friend,"

"Thank you Myrol," said Flark slipping the ring onto his finger, "T'is a thoughtful gift and I'm sure it'll be most useful." He turned back to Samuel, "And thank you for the advice Samuel, I'll be sure to start my search there. Farewell my friends. I hope we meet again some day."

Flark nodded once each to Samuel, Myrol and then the woman, before turning and leaving the room. He silently closed the door behind him.

Upon leaving the building, he untethered Spark, then headed off in search of the merchant's corner.

Exile
07/14/2005 2:59 PM

Two robed figures silently followed behind the mercenary, keeping to the shadows of the nearby buildings as they stalked their prey through the streets of Miribar.

Flark
07/17/2005 1:31 PM

It was now getting very late, and the streets were still and quiet. The long day's ride had taken it's toll on Flark and he began to feel quite weary. He decided, if he couldn't find the merchants corner soon, he would have to find an inn to stay the night, then continue his search in the morning.

The only noise on the streets came from the couple of taverns that he passed by. He gave both of these a wide berth, they looked quite rowdy inside and one even had a pair of drunks brawling clumsily outside. The last thing he wanted right now was trouble from a swaggering drunkard.

He continued without much success, until eventually, he came across a seemingly quiet inn with secure looking stables, up ahead.

As he approached the inn, a sudden sound made him jump and spin around to check behind. He peered into the darkness and shadows, but could see no movement on the street. It had sounded like someone kicking a stone on the road. He stopped and stared for a few seconds more, before giving up, then continuing towards the inn just ahead of him.

Black_Plague
07/17/2005 3:24 PM

Orion awoke after his long sleep and went down stairs to find everyone gone except the inn keeper. After a few moments akward silence he asked the man where everyone had gone.

"They left, they'll be back eventually I guess. Can I get you anything?"

Orion ordered an ale and was surprised when the serving woman didnt bring it to him, but oh well he needed a vacation from burning towns and such. He wouldnt complain.

Exile
07/17/2005 6:22 PM

One of the two men who had been trailing Flark emerged from the shadows ahead of the mercenary.

"We have a proposition for you, Flark of Baldur's Gate," a voice called out from behind. The horse neighed and batted its tail as the man in front of the mercenary strode forward. He thrust his gloved hand forward and unclenched his fist, producing a scroll of paper. The man sank back into the shadows before Flark could question him. "We think you will make the right choice," the voice from behind called out before the sound of crunching gravel could be heard receding into the night.

(OOC: I'm going to take control of Flark for a second to speed the story along.)

Flark entered the tavern he had spotted earlier and signaled to the inn keep he would like a room. The owner retrieved a key and placed it onto the bar before Flark, who reached into his pocket and produced two gold coins without saying a word. The mercenary slid the coins forward and retrieved the key.

"I have a horse outside that needs to be stabled," he added as he slid another gold coin before the inn keep, who eyed the coin as one who would eye a present they had been eagerly awaiting. The mercenary nodded before making his way up the stairs and into his room. He lit a nearby candle and unrolled the scroll curiously.

[I]Flark,
We have heard of your exploits and tenure with the legion of Baldur’s Gate and would inquire of your services. If you are interested, head to Waterdeep’s Dock Ward and await messenger at Rusty Roo’s tavern.

-A friend[/I]

[Edited by Exile on Sunday, July 17, 2005 6:25 PM]

Flark
07/18/2005 10:10 AM

Flark slept uneasy that night, unable to shake his mind from thoughts of the past and this strange letter. Old dreams and visions came back to haunt him. He spent much of the night tossing and turning under his bedsheet.

When the morning finally came, Flark arose eagerly. Although he didn't like the sound of this letter and the way in which it was delivered, he was determined to find out what it was about. The though of more worry and sleepless nights were simply not an option. He had been tracked down once, so surely he could be tracked down again just as easily. Flark was left with no other option than to travel to Waterdeep.

The small matter of finding Jary proved quite simple in the light of day. Fortunately, the innkeep happend to know Bogern quite well. He pointed Flark in the direction of the Merchant's corner, to a man who he knew Bogern traded with. Jary had been staying with this man until the storm passed before she would dare venture back alone. Rumours of the bandit activity on the roads near Miribar had not helped to inspire the timid young girl's into making the trip. Seeing the horse Spark helped confirm to the girl that Flark was telling the truth, and she seemed greatly relieved that Bogern had sent her an escort.

Before setting off back, Flark had bought himself a fine dwarven crafted crossbow with a sling. It was small enough to easily conceal beneath his cloak, allowing him to carry his heavy two handed halberd, unhindered.

The road back to Bogern's tavern went uneventful, although the weather stayed just as harsh as it had been yesterday. Flark suspected this might not actually been a bad thing after all, it was probably the reason they managed to pass without being hindered by either wolves or bandits.

Eventually the arrived back at Bogern's Inn safely. Bogern rushed out to greet them, relieved of their safe return. He insisted that they hurry inside to get warm, while he stayed out to unload the supplies and stable the horses himself. The tired couple accepted the gesture gratefully and headed straight inside to get warm by the fire.

Black_Plague
07/18/2005 11:33 AM

Orion rose as the two came back in.

"Well crap I wondered where you two had gone."

He waved at the fire, making it far hotter and lending a new warmth to the room. He went behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of spirit for the two in case they needed a nip or two. He also pulled two chairs out for them and one for himself.

"When I woke up, everyone was gone. What did I miss?"

Flark
07/18/2005 2:46 PM

Flark was somewhat taken back by the dark stranger's sudden hospitality. Regardless, the pair accepted the drinks and sat down at the warm fire gratefully.

"Jary went to Miribar to purchase supplies for the inn. With the weather taking a turn for the worse, Bogern asked me if I would travel to Miribar to escort her back safely. It seems there are also rumours of bandits operating in these parts, though fortunately they seem to be inactive at the moment. Possibly because of the weather." explained Flark. "What's your name anyway, friend? I don't think I caught it? Perhaps we set off on the wrong foot? I am Flark."

Black_Plague
07/18/2005 2:57 PM

Orion nodded. That explained alot more the Flark knew.

"Perhaps. People call me Ari the Black Plague but I prefer Orion."

He was leaning back in his chair, scratching at his stubbly neck absently.

"I've heard something about these bandits, even ran into a couple on the way here."

Flark
07/19/2005 9:37 AM


"I've heard something about these bandits, even ran into a couple on the way here."

"Really? What happend? What have you heard about them?" quizzed Flark, sitting up and leaning forward in his chair.

Exile
07/22/2005 7:09 PM


"Really? What happend? What have you heard about them?"


"Only that they are a nasty lot," Bogern cut in. The inn keep walked towards Flark and handed him the rest of his payment, thirty-five gold pieces.

"And it seems that our friend had quiet a story to tell me after you left. It seems that his town was burned to the ground by something or someone. He believed it was a dragon but I highly doubt that his little village of Greyrock could incur the anger of a red. With that being said, there is something foul sweeping through the land and I think it just may be those bandits." Bogern regarded the two as he finished, crossing his arms over his chest as his briefing came to a close.

“And if you are curious, I believe Greyrock is just south of the Sword Mountains and north-west of Waterdeep.” The inn keep cast a sidelong glance at each of the men, wondering if they would investigate the matter.

Black_Plague
07/23/2005 9:12 PM

Orion looked away at the mention of the town. He didnt remember much of last week. It could of been him. Whenever he entered a rage, he burned things and forgot afterwards. And he had been in a rage of some sort all this week.

"Oh the bandits didn't last long," Orion pulled his sword partly free of it's sheath and then shoved it back in." but i managed to find a few things out. They're well armed, organized, and they hate civilization as we know it. Prefer the code of the blade they do."

Orion decided he would move to the town soon, he had to know if he had burnt it. Last town he had incinerated had produced a few survivors and they had informed a few mages of his exploits. He rose.

"I'll go if anyone else is."

He'd go either way.

Flark
07/24/2005 7:35 AM

Flark thanked Bogern for the rest of the payment before listening intently to the two men's stories. He agreed that the rumours of a dragon seemed highly unlikely.

"I'll go if anyone else is."

"I have business I must attend to in Waterdeep. Since Greyrock is apparently on the way there, I'd be willing to travel with you, Orion? Although I'd really prefer a few hours rest first, shall we set off at first light?"

Black_Plague
07/24/2005 6:20 PM

Orion nodded, he wanted to see a bit more of this world too. He didn't understand half of it. With a slight sigh he pulled a root from his satchel and chucked it to Flark.

"Ok, sounds good. Eat that. You'll drop into a deep sleep almost instantly and wake up quite refreshed. See you tomorrow."

Orion turned and walked calmly up the stairs, scratching his neck absently. Best to pack.

Flark
07/25/2005 3:35 AM


"Ok, sounds good. Eat that. You'll drop into a deep sleep almost instantly and wake up quite refreshed. See you tomorrow."

"Thanks, see you tomorrow."

Once Orion had left, Flark eyed the root curiously. He certainly hadn't seen anything like it before. Still, if he was going to be travelling with Orion, he was going to have to start trusting the man.

Flark bid goodnight to Bogern and Jary, then headed off to his room to try out the root.

Exile
07/25/2005 9:58 AM

The night passed by uneventful.

---

Outside, the sun had risen and was now shining dully through the overcast sky, reflecting meekly off of the snow that had accumulated overnight.

Bogern sat beside the fire in the serving room of his humble inn. Jary sat to his left peeling potatoes and casting the skins into the fire. The potatoes created an earthly smell that brought back childhood memories of digging for earthworms to fish with.

Bogern shifted in his seat and gazed through the window, his thoughts elsewhere as his eyes roamed the snow covered landscape and gray sky.

[Edited by Exile on Monday, July 25, 2005 10:00 AM]

Black_Plague
07/25/2005 10:31 AM

Orion laid down on his bed, after having made ready to travel. He didn't even remove his armor, as he usually sleapt in the stuff. With a quick grunt, he fell into a deep sleep, telling himself to wake up at dawn. it would be a good sleep he imagined.

Flark
07/25/2005 10:34 AM

Flark woke up from a deep comfortable sleep and climbed out of bed. He looked out of the window to see the sun had just risen. The light reflected brightly on the undisturbed surface of the snow.

He yawned and stretched his arms out wide. It seemed Orion had been right about the strange root. Last night Flark had fallen asleep almost instantly, and this morning both his mind and body felt pleasantly refreshed.

Quickly he dressed in his chain mail. He attached his belt with short sword and scabbard, slung his light crossbow over his shoulder, then put on his dark cloak. He grabbed the dagger he slept with from under his pillow, and slipped it into his boot. Finally, picking up his heavy two handed halberd, he left the room. Closing the door behind him, he made his way downstairs to find Orion.

Black_Plague
07/25/2005 12:01 PM

Orion was waiting for Flark, polishing his Flamerge while he held the large two handed sword casually in one hand. He looked up as the fully armored fellow descended the stairs. He nodded and sheathed the Black Reaver on his arm.

"I'm ready to go when you are."

He had eaten already and was packed to move.

Flark
07/25/2005 12:40 PM


"I'm ready to go when you are."

"I can't march on an empty stomach. Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready." said Flark as he headed off to find Bogern and Jary.

The pair were in the serving room, sat by the fire peeling potatoes.

"Any chance of a last breakfast before I head off out. I'd also appreciate it if you could pack me some food for the journey. " said Flark, as he tossed a few gold coins in their direction.

Black_Plague
07/25/2005 5:57 PM

Orion walked outside and began fighting with an imaginary opponent, handling the Black Reaver like it was a sword half it's size. Among the many blocks were massively powerfull strikes and then quick flurrys of slashes. He was quite good with this sword even though it was heavy and so was his armor. He had built up his strength this way. With a slight grunt he thrust the sword and continued as if parried, kicking out and launching into a combo while he waited for Flark.

Damien_Lockheart
07/25/2005 6:58 PM

Lucan walked up to Bogar's inn, ironically quite refreshed. Had he known there was an inn only 40 miles from his camp last night, he'd have trudged on. There was a beast of a man outside swinging a massive sword with the ease of a child swinging a stick outside. He decided against making eye contact with the man as he entered the Inn

He saw a man sitting at the bar and started looking for the keep. "Ah, keep," Lucan said, "I should like one of your finest rooms. Name your price."

Black_Plague
07/25/2005 7:08 PM

Orion sheathed the sword with a violent shove and walked back into the inn behind the man. He sat at the table across from Flark who was busy eating. He began to roll a coin across his knuckles absently, causing it to clink against his gauntlet. With a sudden flick, he launched the copper piece agross the room and landed it in a glass on the bar. Oh yeah.

Damien_Lockheart
07/25/2005 8:37 PM

Lucan didn't notice the man had walked in behind him until he looked up and saw the man smirking at his coin trick. He turned back to the keep. So, how about that room then?"

Exile
07/25/2005 10:47 PM


The pair were in the serving room, sat by the fire peeling potatoes.

"Any chance of a last breakfast before I head off out. I'd also appreciate it if you could pack me some food for the journey. " said Flark, as he tossed a few gold coins in their direction.


"Sure," Bogern replied as he rose from his seat by the fire and stretched. With a sigh, the inn keep made his way to the back of his inn, and moments later emerged with a bowl of soup, loaf of bread, and glass of ale. "It's a bit cold from earlier," he replied as he sat the meal on the bar before Flark.



Lucan didn't notice the man had walked in behind him until he looked up and saw the man smirking at his coin trick. He turned back to the keep. So, how about that room then?"


"I have a few open," Bogern replied as he inspected the man up and down then grunted. "Five gold pieces for my finest room," he finally replied.

Damien_Lockheart
07/26/2005 2:13 AM

Lucan smiled and nonchalantly handed the man 5 gold coins. After recieving his room key, he walked over to the man eating breakfast. "well, now," he said, "how'd you find yourself at this out of the way place, mate?"

Flark
07/26/2005 7:33 AM


"well, now," he said, "how'd you find yourself at this out of the way place, mate?"


Flark stopped eating and regarded the stranger for a moment before answering.

"Just passing through here. We are off on our way to Greyrock as soon as I've finished breakfast." Flark nodded towards Orion as he said the word 'we'.

"And who might you be? What brings you here, friend?" Flark asked him.

Black_Plague
07/26/2005 9:16 AM

Orion glanced at the other fellow quickly before pointing at Flark's cold food. with a hiss it became warm again. Orion turned his attention back to Lucan and began playing with another copper piece, absently rolling it across his knuckles.

Damien_Lockheart
07/26/2005 1:01 PM

Lucan regarded the large man with a passing amusement. "That is a wonderful talent," he said. "Just passing through as well," he replied as he patted one of the many pockets on his flambouyant red overcoat. After looking around a bit, he said, a bit more quietly. "Say, you two wouldn't be looking for more company, would you? Adventure can't be found by staying in one spot!" He said with a chuckle. "So what do you say, mate?"

Flark
07/26/2005 1:35 PM

Flark looked down at his steaming bowl of soup with some confusion. He turned to glance at Orion suspiciously, before gaving him a wry smile.

Turning back to the stranger, he spoke, "I have no objections to you joining us. I guess it's safer to travel in numbers...I am Flark. What's your name, stranger?"

Black_Plague
07/26/2005 7:50 PM

Orion returned the wry smile. Nobody ever appreciated favours these days. He leaned back andstared at the new comer. Hm.

Damien_Lockheart
07/26/2005 9:17 PM

"tremendous!" he said, extending a hand, "Lucan is what I am called, and it is a pleasure to be in your service." Lucan tossed the key back to the barkeep. "looks like I won't be needing this afterall," he said , "keep the gold." Lucan had no need of it to be honest, he'd recently acquired something far more valuable.

Black_Plague
07/26/2005 9:39 PM

Orion ignored his hand but did offer a name.

"Orion Ariast. Ari for short."

He suddenly flicked the coin into the air and palmed it on the descent.

"Whats your calling in life? If you dont mind me asking."

Damien_Lockheart
07/26/2005 11:04 PM

Lucan smiled, retracting his hand slowly. "Why would I mind you asking? My calling in life is to live. I do whatever helps me to pass the time." he replied.

Flark
07/27/2005 8:35 AM

Still listening in to the conversation between the two, Flark quickly finished his breakfast.

"Well my friends, it seems i am now ready to leave. Are we all set?" Flark pushed the empty bowl away and stood up. He was sure this was going to be an interesting journey with these two as company.

Damien_Lockheart
07/28/2005 2:50 PM

Lucan stood up and grinned at the smaller of his newfound companions. "Lead the way."

Flark
07/28/2005 3:05 PM

Flark bid farewell to Bogern and Jary, then lead his two new found companions outside. He was pleased to see the storm had finally passed as they trod into the thick snow. The icy wind had gone now and was replaced by a cold gentle breeze.

Flark looked behind at the blatant footprints the three were leaving on the road.

"Maybe we should walk in the forest to the side, but keep the road just in sight." he suggested. "We can't take that bandit threat too lightly."

Black_Plague
07/28/2005 6:28 PM

Orion nodded his head a little.

"I found the bandits were quite inept swordsmen but they may have larger groups farther along the road. And since you two have no way of staying airborne.."

He left the rest of the sentence hanging, loosening The Black Reaver in it's sheath and waited for Flark to lead them on. He didn't know anything about this world but was eager to learn.

Damien_Lockheart
07/28/2005 8:24 PM

Lucan sighed, his breath blatantly visible in the cold air. His hand fell instinctually to his rapier hilt. If thse bandits were as inept as his beastly new companion had said, he'd probably have no problems with them. Lucan wasn't the most skilled with a blade, but he could easily hold his own against most fighters. What he lacked in strength, he made up for with his catlike agility and speed. He followed the two men into the fringes of the forest. Lucan followed closely, for he was far more used to urban surroundings.

Exile
07/28/2005 8:50 PM

Bogern had wished the men well before they were off and was now standing at the door of his tavern. His beard had grown out in the past few days, the majority black with spots of white and gray. His gray eyes followed the three silhouettes as they made their way south down the road, before veering off into the forest.

"Not bad," the inn keep muttered under his breath. Jary looked up from her sweeping to look questioningly at her boss. "Oh, it's nothing," Bogern stated as he figured out why she was looking at him so. The aging inn keep turned from the door, sighing to himself as he shut the wooden portal to keep the chill out of his establishment.

Black_Plague
07/31/2005 11:08 PM

Orion awoke before the sun was up and decided he was hungry. Rather then live off of deer jerky, he wanted something fresher. As the other two were still asleep, he pulled out a small weighted spear head. It wasn't long before he spotted a deer bedded in the hollow of a tree. He crouched and began moving slowly towards it, preparing to skewer it with the projectile he carried.

Exile
08/01/2005 1:14 AM

The deer was grazing on a small patch of moss when it heard the sound; it was a faint sound but one that stood out in the silence of the forest. It lifted its head cautiously and scanned the area, quickly swinging its skull from left to right. Its dark, round eyes focused on a figure towards a clutter of trees on its left, but it was too late. The deer bolted to run as the spear slammed into its side.

The beast tried to run but its legs would not move; it found itself on the forest floor, its lifeblood pooling onto the patch of moss it had been eating moments before. It weakly pawed the ground, removing the thin layer of snow that had managed to penetrate the forest canopy, revealing the thick layer of leaves that had managed to accumulate at the change of seasons. Slowly, its vision clouded and its breath lessened. It never saw the person who had thrown the spear, hurled death from the shadows.

Flark
08/01/2005 8:41 AM

Flark awoke to the smell of cooked venison. Orion was sitting not far away and by the looks of it he had been busy this morning. He must have woke up while it was still dark and gone off hunting for wild deer.

Flark slowly got up. He walked over and sat with Orion by the fire of the small cooking pit, to warm his freezing cold hands and feet.

Damien_Lockheart
08/01/2005 11:25 AM

Lucan woke up and stretched his freezing arms out before quickly retracting them back to his chest. The aroma of cooking meat filled the immidiate air around them. He looked in the direction of the smell and saw his two companions sitting by a small fire where the meat was cooking. Lucan walked over to the fire and sat down next to Flark. He then pulled out a pipe and a small pouch of pipe tobacco. "You don't mind, do you?" Lucan said to Flark before sparking the flint.

Flark
08/01/2005 12:38 PM

"Not at all, friend." answered Flark. He wasn't a smoker himself, but he had never been bothered by others smoking around him.

In the distance, the sounds of wolf howls suddenly filled the air.

"Damn, I think we're not the only ones to appreciate the smell of a good breakfast. I suspect we'll have unwanted guests in a minute or two."

Flark stood up and walked back over to where he had slept and picked up his halberd.

Exile
08/01/2005 1:05 PM

The wolves could smell the raw meat, the unwanted parts of the deer carcass that had been casually tossed aside. A gray furred wolf was the first to find the humans; the deer carcass had been like a beacon to the starving animal.

The wolf reared its head and let out a ferocious howl before charging blindly at the ones who would dare enter its pack leaders territory. The howl was greeted by others close by, making a chorus of death echo through the forest. As the wolf charged at the camp, a long, haunting howl echoed through the forest. The wolf immediately stopped its charge before it was in range of attack. The animal cocked its head sideways, questioning the call before retreating into the forest, leaving the humans to only wonder what could be the source of such a knee clattering howl. The wolf yipped in glee as it bounded towards the summons, it knew.

(OOC: Flark, if you play with fire too often, you will get burned. :p)

Black_Plague
08/01/2005 11:28 PM

(OOC: Exile, you play with a pyro too much and youll get incinerated)

Orion pulled out his sword and prepared to start burning things.

"Ok, now thats why I like flying. Sit with your backs to the fire so your eyes can see whats coming towards you."

He turned and crouched, holding his sword across his knees with an iron bound grip. He quickly finished off the chunks of meat on the leg bone and threw it as hard as he could into the trees.

Flark
08/02/2005 1:38 AM

(OOC: Exile, that's the name of the game ;) )

Flark moved with his back to the fire, his eyes darted from left to right as he stood ready for the imminent attack. The howls and growls became louder as the wolves quickly charged towards them.

Just as they expected the wolves to spring out at them any second, suddenly a different, much louder howl echoed through the forest. It came from far away, but the companions immediately sensed that the wolves had halted their attack and were retreating towards it.

The howl, or call, filled Flark with a sense of dread. He knew the wolves would resume their attack shortly. Only this time the attack would be more organized and they would be following their pack leader.

Flark turned to face the others, looking for an idea or suggestion before their time ran out.

"Should we take to the trees Lucan?" he suggested.

The_Bard
08/02/2005 12:04 PM

A freezing breeze blew down from the Sword Mountains, shaking the trees and making an eerie whistling noise. In only a few seconds among the trees, eyes began to shine in the pale glow of the rising sun, too many to count. The wolves watched the intruders, ready to spring into attack any second. The leader stepped out from the cover of the trees. A giant wolf, as tall as a full-grown man presented itself to the companions. The creatures face had strange natural markings, making it seem even fiercer. This was an ancestral wolf, a close descendant of the first beasts to walk the surface of Toril. It could have ripped any of them apart with little effort.

The animals sheer size had drawn attention from the person riding it. Crouched on the wolfs back and covered completely by a dark green cloak, he jumped off the beast in a quick movement and unsheathed his strange scimitar, managing to keep his cowl too low for the companions to recognize him. The scimitar was carved completely of a white kind of wood adorned with small vines and leaves of a shining material, and seemed to reflect every bit of light the peering sun seemed to offer from behind the thick clouds. He paced close to the giant wolf and then turned to whisper something in its ear.

He turned around to face the companions and lifted his head letting the wind pull back his cowl and reveal his identity. Elevar stood before them, seeming to have changed much in but a few days.

Flark
08/02/2005 12:53 PM

"You?...I remember you..." stammered Flark. He released his grip with one hand from his halbered and held it out to his companions, signalling for them to withhold any attack.

"What happend to you? You seem somewhat...different..." Flark continued, trying to reason with the man, hoping he was still of rational thinking.

blue_raven5
08/02/2005 1:34 PM

Sylvanus walked back into the main room of the inn. She looked around, and, seeing that no one was there, ran to her room, angry. She quickly packed some things into a pouch - bow string, some food, 40 gold coins, and some other small things. She put the pouch on, hanging it from her waist and grabbed her bow. She ran outside, looking for some tracks. After a few minutes, she found some. They were either old or the new fallen snow had made them appear as such. She jumped into the trees and began to follow them.

Damien_Lockheart
08/02/2005 4:21 PM

Lucan sheathed his rapier, but kept his hand close to the hilt. The situation had unfolded rather rapidly, and Lucan had no real idea of what to do in such a strange new environment. "This...man is one of your acquantances then, Flark?" Lucan said. He kept in a ready stance, ready for anything...

The_Bard
08/02/2005 10:17 PM

Elevar wore nothing but the cloak and his worn out pants as if the cold air did nothing to cool his skin. He seemed much more weary than when they had seen him at the inn, but the true difference was in his eyes: as if his soul had grown older.

"What happend to you? You seem somewhat...different..."

Elevar was about to answer, but a sudden burst of images in his mind cut him off. He shut his eyes and forced himself not to think about it. He looked up at the sky and made a loud shrill whistling noise. And turned to the companions again. A little bird told me you were heading to Greyrock, he said as Daegil perched on his shoulder completely healed.

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