Chapter 1: Tales in a Tavern

[Muargath]

"Lonely, Gashnum?  You?  I find that hard to believe..."  She bantered as she fell into step with her trader friend.  "You are the most diplomatic person I know, after a fashion."  Muargath grinned.  

"So tell me, what has the mighty Gashnum been up to these last few months?"  She peered at the load his horse carried and wondered if he toted any good wine...  "And why are you traveling at night?  This isn't the desert, you know."  She lowered her voice a bit, "We are on urgent business, per Sinen, although he has yet to explain why it is so urgent..."

Speaking louder again, but not too loud, Muargath said, "Of course, I didn't have to come along, but I thought if I didn't, I'd die of boredom in the little backwater town we just left.  Can you imagine, not a card game in sight!"

"There is serenity in Chaos.
Seek ye the Eye of the Hurricane."
- so says the Principia Discordia

[Gararion]

Gararion followed the people ahead of him, as he thought over what the visions that he had been having lately had meant.  What were they, guidings or torture.  Was was his fate, for these visions surely controlled it now.

He followed in silence as they moved on down the word.

He also thought of what this sage they were to meet would know, hopefully she would open lost memories to him about this fire gem, for he had read it once before but that was ages ago, much longer than any human would live, longer then 5 human life spans.

[Gashnum Invraldi]

Gashnum smiled slyly, as he noticed Muargath glance to his horse.

"Your right of course, I don't get lonely." He looked up to the stars, which were out in full force.

He leaned close to Muargath and put a hand on her shoulder to steady himself as he whispered to her again.

"Im out here because of a dwarf I happened to meet."
He glanced behind him, no one was paying any particular attention. So he continued.

"I managed to get him quite drunk, and he divulged some.. ah, sensitive information about a gem. He told me to come to this town, and speak to an old man." Gashnum straightened up and smiled.

"And you know," he looked up to the stars again "I've always loved travelling at night."

They walked on in silence for a few more minutes. Gashnum gazing up at the constellations. And smiling at the occaisional shooting star. He broke the silence a second later.

"How about a bit of a drink. I've got a vintage that I think you'll have quite a liking for."

Edited by: Gashnum Invraldi at: 2/5/03 2:34:50 am

[Viresse]

She watched Muargath and Gashnum as they conversed to one another. Her elven ears were sensitive and she could faintly hear every word. But not a one was of interest to her or divulged any information about their intent.
The were just drinking buddies.

She then saw Gashnum lay a hand on Muargath and Viresse let an eyebrow raise in confusion and curiousity. To her personal experience no one laid an hand upon another unless there was an emotional intent extended. Perhaps... he wished to be more than friends?
She let a hiss of a laugh escape her. These two shall be no trouble then if that is their intent. Starring into one another's eyes instead of looking for the Gem... That was fine with Her. Two less folk to worry about.

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[Dray Ducroix]

*Dray traveled at the front with Sinen and snapped out of his trance he had been in since they left the town*

"So Sinen who is this sage of yours....and what have you been doing for the last few months.?"

The difference between a brave man and a coward....is facing your fear instead of running away-Dray Ducroix

[Sinen Darkchild]

"This sage is an old friend and sort of a mentor. She saved my life twice before. As to what I've been doing I've been searching for my parents."

 Fools rush into battle blindly, but who is really the fool? The fool or the fool who follows him.

[Muargath]

"Your right of course, I don't get lonely." Gashnum had replied.
I didn't think so...  Thought Muargath.  Wish I were like that.  But I do get lonely...  

Muargath listened attentively as Gashnum leaned in a whispered to her.  Before he moved away, she replied, also in the smallest whisper and with a finger touched to her pale lip,  "Be careful what you say here, my friend.  These elves have fantastic hearing, or so I'm told.  Wait until we can step aside someplace private... then we will talk more of this gem."

Muargath wondered, Could this old man be one and the same as he who told the story in the tavern?


"And you know," Gashnum, the stargazer continued as they walked along "I've always loved travelling at night."

Muargath nodded.  She loved the night sky too.  It was a shame that clouds were slowly rolling in.  She hoped it wouldn't rain.  Nothing was more miserable than trekking through a cold rain.  They walked on in silence for a few more minutes. Both of them gazing up at the constellations.  

Then Gashnum said, "How about a bit of a drink. I've got a vintage that I think you'll have quite a liking for."

For a brief moment Muargath rejoiced and it showed, but then she thought better of it and her bright smile quickly faded.  "No, Gashnum, I need to keep my wits about me."  She kicked a rock in the road that had the misfortune to be near her foot.  It skittered completely off the path and into some bushes. "Maybe later, when we stop to sleep?  In the meantime, I would love to catch up on things with you..."  

"There is serenity in Chaos.
Seek ye the Eye of the Hurricane."
- so says the Principia Discordia

[Gararion]

Gararion listened as he picked up the few words he could from Sinen about this sage.  Did ths mean that Sinen himself knew magic or what was the role of this mentor he wondered as he continued to follow th rest.

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[Gashnum Invraldi]

"Maybe later, when we stop to sleep? In the meantime, I would love to catch up on things with you..."  Muargath said to him after declining a drink for the moment.

Gashnum nodded but remained silent for a few more moments. The sound of many booted feet padding along on the dusty road was soothing, almost rythmic. Gashnum realized then that he was getting fairly tired. He noticed that his torch was bruning quite low, so he took another large strip of cloth from a saddle bag and wound it around the first, being careful not to smother the flames. After a few moments the fire sprang up again casting a warm glow in the horses immediate area.

As they walked Gashnum began to tell about what he had been doing for the last few months. Embellishing on a few key points, including an amazing shot with his bow that dissarmed a potential assasin from seventy paces, and the rousing tale of a drinking contest with four dwarves which ended in a friendly bout of drunken singing. Gashnum trailed off after his last tale, the one about the dwarves, and smiled up to the stars again. He released a contented sigh.

"And what about you, what has Muargath been up to as of late?"

The warrior who acts out of honour cannot fail. His duty is hounour itself. Even his death - if it is honourable - is a reward and can be no failure, for it has come through duty. Seek honour as you act, therefore, and you will know no fear.
 
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