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Author Topic: Chapter I - In Search of a Druid  (Read 22995 times)
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Irid alMenie
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« on: May 05, 2008, 01:52:33 AM »

Irid had installed herself in a small clearing between some trees, from where she had a good view of the north gate of New Santhala and the road leading to it. From the road itself it was also rather easy to see her, and she noticed several travellers looking at her, probably wondering what made her make camp here, just a stral from a perfectly good city. Her golden eyes watched the movements of people walking in and out of the gate, anxious to see one – or rather, several - who were headed for where she was sitting. She'd gotten a small fire going, even though it made that wild part inside her somewhat nervous. Still, a fire was welcoming, and she did want to make a good first impression on the people she was going to be travelling with. Chances were high that she was going to have one of her fits on the road, and if it happened sooner she'd rather they liked her, so that they would help her. Or at least tolerate her.

She wondered when the first people were going to arrive. She also wondered how many would answer her call. Would there be many adventurers looking for a job here in New Santhala? It was a busy city, the capital city of the entire kingdom. She had felt that chances would be highest here, where many inhabitants of the kingdom came together. She had left her message around the different inns in Santhala yesterday. Rather than staying in one inn herself where the adventurers could meet her, she'd decided to come out here. The weather was nice and the bustle of the town made her even more nervous than the small fire burning away next to her. She had picked the place beforehand, and given the innkeepers sufficient information to tell the people where they could meet her.

Go to the north gate. Take the north road towards Elsreth and follow it for about a stral. The person you need will be waiting for you there. That's what she'd explained, and the innkeepers had promised to include a physical description of her. She could guess that the only thing coming to their mind would be her deep golden eyes, which looked like a wolf's. They might include her ravenblack hair, but she had no hope that much more than that would have seeped through. With a little luck they might still remember that she was an elf though. And anyway, she could hope that they would understand that the only person around here to start a camp so close to the city would be the one they were looking for. They were bound to see her and her fire from the road, and if they weren't smart enough to find her, how would they be able to find a druid? Those people were generally harder to find than an elf with golden eyes...
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« Reply #1 on: May 07, 2008, 09:16:52 PM »

The next morning found Merysa up and ready to travel once more. The previous night's encounter with the ruffians had not allowed her much sleep, but she was not one to sleep past dawn no matter how tired she was. There was no rest for a knight of Armeros. Her duties did not allow her much respite. Evil never slept and neither should a knight...of course, such was not possible, but Merysa was determined not allow her physical weaknesses undermine her job.

Before donning her armor, the knight knelt at her bedside and prayed to Armeros for protection, strength and courage to carry out his will this day. She asked for blessings upon herself, her sword and her steed Caern before finally rising and beginning to strap on her armor.

Once finished dressing, her final small ritual was the blessing of her blade. Although always eager to wield her weapon against evil foes, she was not quick to strike unless attacked first...or at least if she knew the intentions of her foe, she would not hesitate to end the conflict quickly and efficiently. Her blade was her life, her protection and a physical representation of Armeros himself. The knight touched her forehead to the wide edge of the blade before sliding into its scabbard.

Finally leaving the room, Merysa made her way downstairs and to the barkeep.

"Thank you again for your help last night," the barwoman said. Her sour frown turned into a smile, if only briefly. Merysa wondered if the old barkeep ever smiled.

"You are welcome," replied the knight. "I am glad to assist. Those men will be punished for their misdeeds, I assure you."

The barkeep nodded. "That is good to know, Lady Knight. What brings you to New-Santhala? I can tell you are not from around here."

Merysa smiled. "Yes. I am from Voldar, up north. I come this way seeking ways to fulfill the will of Armeros. I travel much and never am in one place too long."

"Aye, then this might interest ye," the barwoman said. "An elf passed through here not but a day or so ago. She was seeking aid to find someone. Says she'll pay. She's got brown hair and golden colored eyes, she does. You'll find her a stral or so out the main gates. If ye be interested."

Merysa thought a moment. She had nothing to do at the moment anyhow and she was itching to start traveling again.

"Thank you. I shall find this elf and see to her needs," Merysa said.

The knight left the tavern. Outside, she found her steed, Caern, tied to a horse rail and strapped up and ready to go.

The knight looked around for the old horseman from the previous night but saw that he was not nearby. She silently thanked him for preparing her horse for her and hoped to see him again soon. Such was a dutiful servant of Armeros! Not every servant of the war god was a knight or soldier. Some, such as the horse keeper, served other ways, such as keeping the knights prepared and horses fed.

Merysa patted the animal on the head and stepped to its side and hoisted herself upon the large horse. She felt Caern's powerful muscles begin to work as he carried his rider to the city gates.

Within moments, Merysa found herself looking outside the city and saw a trail of smoke from a campfire. Who would start a camp so close to the city? At that moment, Merysa had not expected for the person needing help to have a camp...the knight was looking for someone perhaps waiting in a wagon or by the main road.

Curious, the knight urged Caern forward towards the small camp...
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« Reply #2 on: May 08, 2008, 12:55:26 PM »

Maue packed up her small camp and saddled up Witz. It was time for another day in her ride to some unknown destination South. It was very early when Maue reached the road that connected Elsreth to New Santhalia. She had decided to avoid the capital. Her removal from Elsreth was still fresh in her Mind.

As Maue rode along she looked to the air. Yes there was Cal, safe in the air always watching her. She looked back to the rode before her and realized that she was much closer to the capital than she had thought the night before. Maue yawned. It had been late when she had finally decided that she could no longer see the road and Witz and woken her up early.

The elf noticed something strange off to the side of the rode. Was that a campfire? “Perhaps me friends id would be besd ta see if me can’d camp wid dis person instead of enterin dee cidy.” Maue purposed to her horse.

Maue veered off to the side of the road and saw that besides the campfire was a relatively small elf with black hair. As Maue got closer she realized that the elf had gold eyes. “How odd.” She thought to herself. Maue stopped next to the campfire seeing that another woman was also approaching. “Well I might as well make my case.” She stated mentally and then continued out loud, “Hello der ma’am. I have been travelin since early and don’d really wand ta ender dee cidy. Would ye mind if me horse, bird, and I camped here wid ye?” Maue decided that it would be best to stay on Witz in case the elf decided she would prefer to be alone.
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« Reply #3 on: May 08, 2008, 03:06:10 PM »

light in her little room she had bought for the night. It was far too late to burrow deep under her cloak; she threw of the warm garment and got out of the bed. She flicked through her spell book. It held not only spells but also verses to Grothar she’d memorized, facts, bits of history and information she’d scribbled down from the Library’s at Ximax.

Menweh smiled as she remembered her adventure at Darkreign last night. It had been fun while it lasted. The wizard laughed melodiously.  Ah the rejuvenating power of dreams, even day dreams! She closed her book and stowed it away in her pack. Menweh then took a sip of the tincture she had brewed last night with the help of the inn keeper. The elfess sighed with sincerity as the brew, now cool, trickled down her throat. It was delicious! She poured the rest into her water-skin.

Menweh got up off the bed. She had fallen asleep wearing her cream colored traveling robes! She chuckled to herself; well at least she had been nice and warm through the night! She felt her hair; her silken white-gold hair was in disarray. Menweh reached down into her spell pouch and drew out a small ornate mirror. Dear Gray Lord! Had she fallen asleep completely dressed save her cloak? It certainly seemed that way! How long had she been out last night?

The elf moaned as she recalled seeing the gray light of Daybreak color the sky. She had been out late with one of her crazed day dreams! Menweh picked up her bag and threw it over her shoulder, over that she donned her cloak, and picked up her staff.  She opened her door and went down the stairs. The elf walked across the room and sat down at one of the many wooden tables.

She yawned sleepily. Menweh felt her hair, all a tumble and going every which way in its braid. Maybe she would let it down for a while, let the wind play with her strands of hair. She liked that idea and while she debated whether or not she would ask the barkeep for food, she undid her hair.

After her hair hung around her like rays of white gold, Menweh’s stomach growled something fierce, demanding to be fed. Menweh obeyed her need for food. She didn’t think that it would bode well if she skipped this meal; she really had no where to travel today and no work. The elf dug into her coin purse and pulled out a few Ods and walked over to the Barkeeper and the brown haired woman, who looked to Menweh to be a warrior of sorts. Menweh peered at them queerly for a while, then shrugged mentally and waited for their conversation to end.

“I travel much and never am in one place too long." Said the warrior, had Menweh’s ears heard correctly? Just moments before the bar woman called her a knight? How exciting!

"Aye, then this might interest ye," the barwoman said. "An elf passed through here not but a day or so ago. She was seeking aid to find someone. Says she'll pay. She's got brown hair and golden colored eyes, she does. You'll find her a stral or so out the main gates. If ye be interested."

"Thank you. I shall find this elf and see to her needs,” The warrior turned and walked right by Menweh. The elf doubted she had even seen her, naught that it mattered to her; if she had she’d be seeing Menweh’s delicate looking face soon! Menweh liked the sound of this elf, mysterious and she was looking for adventures?  The elf positively beamed as her mind took flight. They, the knight, herself, and this elvish woman where all at the top of a mountain fighting a Monster of sorts, Menweh was preparing to call upon a storm wind when she was brought back to reality by the barkeep.

“Are ye gonna buy something, or are ye just going stand there holding you’re coin?” She sounded slightly peeved at Menweh.

“Oh sorry, I was wondering if I could have some cooked eggs and bread. And mayhap a mug of ale? Watered please, it is much too early to drink the juice of the barley this early,” Menweh set the coins on the counter and thanked the woman. She turned and went to her seat. The elf was so deep in daydreams of grandeur that she failed to even notice when the plate was set down in front of her. It wasn’t until a few minutes later did she even realize that food had been placed in front of her.
Menweh wolfed down her food as fast as she could when she noticed her breakfast was in front of her. She needed to find this elf woman! As soon as the last bit of bread and egg touched her lips and the Ale was all in her, she bolted (well as fast as she could) to the door. The elf must have been just outside the gate she’d entered last night! That’s what it had sounded like least ways, so she set off in search of the gate.

The city was alive with all sorts of folk! She saw merchants, peddlers, woman with children, a few pickpockets at their namesake, and even a man selling tomatoes who looked like the one she had imagined last night! The wizard smiled as she took it all in.

All too soon she was at the gate. Menweh quickly walked out of it, just in case the same guards from last night saw her. When she looked up she saw that same Adlemirene brown haired woman riding toward a fire with a dark haired woman who seemed to fit the description the Bar keeper had given the Knight. The elf also noticed another woman who was closer and even looked like she was talking to the elf next to the fire.

   With excitement and curiousity building in her, Menweh began to cross the stral that lay between her and the campfire with the figure next to it. As she crossed the wet ground Menweh was cautious and made sure that she distributed her weight between her two legs and her staff. She had no intention of falling on the wet ground and causing the quite pain in her leg to flare into something horrific!
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« Reply #4 on: May 09, 2008, 08:24:38 AM »

Blyxx had struggled all the previous evening trying to barter for a room with the innkeeper, although the language barrier had left the orc frustrated and alas unable. With little other alternatives the orcess had wandered back into the hours of darkness and made bed alongside Grizzy. Resting beneath the starlight was not something the huntress was unaccustomed to, yet the surrounding dwellings kept the caress of the wind off her face. A matter of little importance other than the fact there was something unnatural about it all, causing her to stir restlessly and awakening her frequently. The silence of the dark might have been peaceful for the humans but each dog bark, door opened and bustle of footsteps was an endless stream of fitful torment.

It was not a shocker that morning came swiftly for the huntress, it usually did. Grizzy stirred early on and the preponderance of commotion in the early hours was far too much for either of them to rest through. Blyxx had immediately returned to the inn’s interior and had used the last of her currency to purchase a pint of ale. Alcohol was a rare treat outside of the fermented warg’s milk she had learned to brew from the Rhom’oc. There were only a small number of commoners within the main hall, which was a blessing for the orc as the general bustle of such places unnerved her significantly. Guardedly she laid the orcish warbow to respite against the wall behind her, its worn engraved surface fondled lightly before calloused fingers released it fully.

With a zealous enthusiasm Blyxx drank deeply from the pint as feral orbs wandered about the room curiously. Finally the karikrimson orbs came to rest upon the armored woman from the day before as she entered the room. The huntress was still vastly intrigued by the woman’s’ peculiar dress and even now more so by the egotistical quality emanating from her. She pondered speaking to her but what would be the point, like many of her kind the armored beast was probably unable to understand the orc. Instead, with an air of indifference, the orcess set an inquisitive ear in the direction of the creature. Overhearing the tale of some elf woman offering payment for some adventure and to the north was better hunting grounds.

A touch of money was what Blyxx sought more than anything right now, the coins to purchase much needed supplies for the winter. If she could make a bit without selling the minute amount of furs she had already collected, the winter may even be a warmer one. Another aspect of the conversation had befuddled the orc immensely and that was the utterance of the words ‘Lady Knight’. Certainly the human was a lady but what was a knight, could that be the reason why the human possessed so much steel. It was rare enough stuff and so expensive that the orcess figured this was indeed the truth. Yet the huntress knew that so much weight would be a detriment if the human took offense at her plans.

When the Lady human wandered from the inn Blyxx took a long draw from the pint leaving behind only a tinge of foam. Her scarred forearm swiped quickly over a grinning maw, removing the frothy mustache from blackened lips. A powerful hand swept out and caught up the quiescent warbow as the potent form of the huntress came rapidly to her feet. Holding the bow firmly in her clawed grasp the orc took an assured steady pace towards the doorway, stepping eagerly into the light of early morning. With the knights horse obviously in the stalls the orcess didn’t even bother to seek her out in the street. Nonchalantly she made a beeline for the alley behind it, in which Griz was excitedly awaiting her mistress.

The huntress knew the direction in which the human would be taking, the position of the sun making it observable, even within the confines of the city. Blyxx waited patiently for sometime, feeding the warg intermittently. The orcess wanted to give the knight a lot of time to place some distance between them; there was no need to frighten the other woman. Also by falling behind the orc could ride swiftly through the town causing only a stir in her passing, better than permitting the populace time to turn her into a show. Eventually she climbed into the saddle and urged Grizzy towards the northern gates, with renewed fervor the beast covered the ground in great strides. The murmur of their passing a faded echo on the winds rushing over her pointed ears.

It did not take the huntress long to capture the silhouette of the knight on the road ahead. No longer did she attempt to conceal herself beyond the human’s vision, what would be the point really. They were both headed in the same direction and towards the same destination; their paths would cross soon enough. Still Blyxx remained a quarter stral to the rear of the mounted knight and lingered at that pace until spotting a fire in the distance. At last spurring Grizzy into a quicker rate, the wargs tongue lulling to the side as it began to close the range between the duo and the human woman.         
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« Reply #5 on: May 09, 2008, 10:47:34 AM »

It had been easy enough to find something to do once in the Tavern. Lyon followed his way carefully around chairs and tables until the barkeep greeted him and lead him in the right direction. Being blind was sure a pain at times, but he knew nothing different. The faint memories of his mother and father were all he had, and he’d learned in his years that it wasn’t right to assume every person looked like them.  He ordered only water, sipping at it while breaking the bread in his pack and eating a piece. His purse was dwindling. He’d made a little coin in the past…. Certain people had taken a liking to his writing, but it was sometimes difficult because they’d need a second scribe to make his own words more legible.

He left his last job a little more happily; the man gave him a pat on the back and said “Ah, easily read my friend. Wobbly, but readable!” The man had laughed, but Lyon only smiled and nodded, satisfied with his reaction. It was much easier to say ‘thank you’ and move on than to ask questions. The Kanapan could only take so much criticism. Upon finishing his bread, the black haired man imagined the place in his mind. He remembered the smell of this particular tavern—a smell that matched the area and which he now associated with the people of New-Santhala and its surroundings. Taking a moment, he proceeded to acquire his quill and a bit of parchment.

Placing his left finger on the starting point, Lyon used his right hand to dip the quill and bring it to the parchment. Before writing, he moved the left down a nailsbreadth, giving himself a starting point for the next line. Prepared, he began. To return is to rediscover life. Familiarity is to be cherished and guarded like a King’s Keep. Drawings within the mind are a chest of treasure in the heart. Proverbial mountains and forests greet me as I return to this city, New-Santhala, and its surroundings. Voices are not recognizable, but the sounds and aromas here are my true friends and worth revisiting. Pausing, he thought for a moment.
 
In his pause, Lyon heard the bartender’s voice. “Writin’, eh? Ah, a guy like you oughta be out fightin’ battles an’ savin’ maidens!” He chuckled, and Lyon smiled, recognizing the tone of the joke. It did not offend him when others pointed out his blindness. He heard the man’s hands at work, wiping the counter. The soft scrape of cloth on wood. The low tones of spoken conversation ambled about the room, but they blended together, nothing particularly standing out.

”Have you such an adventure for me, friend?” His feline grin spread across his face, cheeks bunching under the cloth covering his eyes. A big hand reached to brush long black locks back from his face.  His tone was also the light tone of jest, but his pen lifted from his parchment in a mimicked movement of his lifted face.

“As a matter a’ fact…” Lyon leaned forward as the bartender told him of an elf seeking a druid. She was waiting, a stral north of the city, for those interested in the search to accompany her. Although the man laughed again and the writer heard him turn away, an odd notion struck him. He knew the terrain here, he’d been here before. He could fight if needed.. perhaps not deadly or well, but defensively. Ah, and most of all he could write a tale of travel focused not on new smells and hardships, but on meeting and traveling with people. Knowing the area, as Lyon’s memory was keener than most, maps etched in his mind of the placement of the city in relation to the geography around it.
 
With a start the man hopped to his feet. His hand bumped the tankard of water, nearly spilling it, before moving to catch it and finish the last couple gulps. ”I think I will partake in this adventure.” He smiled again, placing a few coins of thanks upon the bar. He heard the intake of breath as he was sure the bartender was shaking his head in disbelief. What good would a blind man do seeking anything? He couldn’t even find his own foot if it wasn’t attached to him. However, the man hadn’t traveled with a group or for a common purpose in his lifetime. He’d set off alone and afraid from his homeland and since hadn’t had the joy and luxury of companionship.

Whoever gathered to help this elf could provide him that, he was sure. With optimism on his side, he was told a right hand turn out of the Tavern would lead him north. With the memory of the North Gate locked in his mind, Lyon shouldered his pack and weaved his way out of the tavern once more. Immediately he heard footsteps and halted, feeling the rush of air past his face and the rustle of his hair against his ear. A passerby. His mouth turned up in a crooked smile… he was getting better. This time the stranger hadn’t yelled for him to watch out; he hadn’t tripped, or run into anything.

Walking north, Lyon carefully kept to the side of the road. He heard the beating of hooves, the drone of conversation, the rolling wheels of carts and eventually the gruff voices of guards. He passed the gate, immediately recognizing the smell of an area populated more densely with trees.  The number of bodies around him thinned, he felt it in the air. He stumbled a moment on a loose rock. Steeling himself, Lyon walked with his chin high. I can go on adventures. I can rescue maidens. I can fight. He told himself firmly in his mind. Minutes passed and he picked up the pace.

Soon, the writer smelled the familiar scent of a fire; smoky and woodsy. He also heard the crackling of the wood. Accompanying this was the sound of female voices. Another thing Lyon had learnt himself over the years was to decipher odors. The scent of an animal was much different than that of a human or even that of a plant. Even most flowers had distinctive smells to him. He breathed in animal and human odor here, mixed with the fire. It was easy enough to follow voices and the man turned, making his way off the road and towards them.

To his dismay, a clumsy foot caught a tree root. Unthinking, Lyon actually lost his balance, falling forward. His trained, agile body reacted. Tucking his head, his hair tangling around his face and shoulders, the Kanapan rolled on the hard earth and used his staff to bring himself deftly upright again. The fire was closer now, and so were the voices. Knowing only that there was at least one woman and that he now stood within the trees, he sheepishly brushed himself off and flicked his long hair behind him. A sharp rock had surely bruised his back, but he stood fairly unharmed and breathing easy. He waited for acknowledgment of his presence.
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« Reply #6 on: May 10, 2008, 01:06:10 AM »

It was still pretty early in the day - Irid estimated the time to be somewhere around Lightthrive - when a first possible adventurer was making her way over the north road towards her. In any case, she seemed to be searching the road for someone. As she was coming closer, though, someone else rode into her little campsite, and requested to stay there with her. Someone who must have been coming from the other way, because the golden eyes of the elf hadn't spotted her, and they'd been examining people since early that morning. Standing up with a smooth motion, Irid moved her arm in a welcoming gesture. Well, if she was going to pick her campfire, she was going to be asked to come right along! Irid was fairly certain that she would be able to keep her condition hidden for a little while longer. Well, maybe not 'hidden' per se... she was going to have to tell them when she talked about the purpose of her hiring adventurers, but until that time surely she could act normally!

She'd just started saying 'Welcome' when a new person entered, looking at them curiously - the woman Irid had spotted just a little while ago, the knight encased in steel that had been looking for someone on the road. She nodded her head and smiled. "And welcome to you as well, friend." her tone was light, though she kept her distance just a little - she would still have to see if these two were actually going to take up her offer. Looking at the other elf - Irid couldn't see so quickly what tribe she belonged to - and the human - Erpheronian? Possibly, at least the armour seemed to suggest so - she talked to both of them as she introduced herself. "My name is Irid." Turning more fully to the elf, she continued: "As I surmise the Lady Knight has already heard, I am hiring some adventurers to help on a little quest to look for someone. Am I right, my lady, is this why you've come to my camp?" This was said with a look at the knight. After the answer, she turned back to the brown-haired elf. "Might I interest you in joining us?"

Irid suddenly pricked up her pointy elven ears. She'd heard... something. She wasn't sure what yet, she didn't even know if the others had heard it, since she'd noticed that her hearing had grown even better than for other elves. She was just about to ask 'Did you hear something', though she came no further than 'Did...', when a ball of 'human' crashed through the undergrowth, sprang up, and brushed itself off while flicking its long black hair back from its face. That gave Irid the opportunity to recover herself and observe that the human was average-sized, of the male persuasion, and apparently blind. That made his little tumble and subsequent movement back to his feet all the more impressive - She knew many people, including herself, who would have sprawled on their stomach and gotten up unelegantly, cursing the while.

Going over to the man, she made sure not to step too close before saying "And you are welcome as well, friend." She hoped she didn't startle him, though he had probably heard her feet move. Just then, as she was standing next to the man, a sudden low growl escaped from the elfess's lips. She was looking towards somewhere just beyond the undergrowth. Her golden eyes were narrowed, though nobody could see it - she was standing with her back to the women, and the blind man could only hear the growl. Then she looked again at the blind man and continued on as if nothing at all had happened. "Might I assume that you as well have heard of my hiring adventurers? It seems to me that one such as you must have found this camp with a particular purpose in mind..." She hoped he wouldn't be offended, but it was the truth. Normally you would expect a blind man to follow the road - unless he had just mistaken where the road exactly lay. But he did not look like he had done that, so she assumed it was the first scenario.

It would seem that, as few people as had reacted yesterday, so many there were today. No sooner had she welcomed the blind man, than yet another person entered their camp. This time it was (yet another) elf, this one with nearly white hair. They were becoming quite the party of elves, weren't they? She was just about to welcome this last addition to the camp, when her words were cut short again by her turning sharply and growling again, her eyes narrowed again. This time the whole of the party could see them being pointed to somewhere just outside the camp. If anyone now took the trouble to look at Irid, they might see that she was not entirely conscious of her actions - it was still to be seen if they would be more interested in Irid's growling, or in whatever she was growling at.
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« Reply #7 on: May 10, 2008, 02:31:04 AM »

Merysa gave a small tug on Caern's reins and the horse paused its walk immediately. It snorted and stamped a hoof while its dark eyes searched the camp party for any sign of a threat.

Atop the steed, the lady knight looked down upon the campsite's owner, who was indeed a brown haired elf with golden colored eyes. A beautiful specimen of elf, one who looked trustworthy enough. Merysa knew at once that it was she who needed the help.

At the elf's greeting, Merysa bore no smile at the elf, but instead gave a curt nod and proclaimed her own identity:

"Well met, Irid," Merysa spoke. Her tone was sharp and cold, such was the tone of a professional knight of Armeros. Merysa was not given to being friendly with strangers. "I am Knight Merysa Stormblade of the Order of Armeros. I understand that you are in need of aid in a quest to find someone? If so, I would be honored if you would tell me more of your journey and allow me to aid you as much as I can. Do you have others who have responded to your call?"

There was another elf present, too. She looked like she had just arrived. Merysa acknowledged her presence with a nod too. It would seem that Merysa was not alone in answering this woman's call.

A moment later, a second elf came into the camp. Merysa regarded her with equal measure of curiosity and annoyance. Three elves in this party? Merysa had not much experience with elves as she grew up within the confines of a mostly human temple in Voldar. The elves worshipped Armeros, too, but humans took up most of the Voldar Armourain's staff an students. Merysa found elves to be a strange race...although she wasn't sure exactly how she thought that way.

Merysa looked at the three elves and nodded to the newcomer but before she could say much more, a third person came into the camp. This one was a man, and apparently he was not the most agile of people, for he stumbled in causing quite a scene.

Merysa swung her leg over her horse and stepped to the ground. Her armor clinked as she moved towards the man to help him up. Merysa discovered quickly that this man was in no need for assistance as he was able to pick himself up easily and stand on his own. The knight backed off and turned to speak to Irid but she had gone to greet the clumsy gentleman.

Caern suddenly neighed loudly and turned around to face the opposite direction. Knowing the signal from the horse of a potential threat nearby, Merysa's hand dropped to her sword sheathed in its scabbard. She gripped it tightly and brought it halfway out. She followed Irid's gaze to a point just outside the camp. Merysa thought she heard a growl as well form somewhere, but it was faint and she assumed it was from the bushes.

The knight's blade came forth. The morning sunlight glittered off the blade sending golden reflections flying about the trees above. The blade's tip was aimed at the sound of the noise beyond. Merysa's arm was steady as was her steely gaze. Caern stamped and moved to his master's side, ready for Merysa to leap on his back if need be.

"Come forth at once!" ordered the knight. "Show yourself!"

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« Reply #8 on: May 10, 2008, 03:03:34 PM »

Maue accepted the welcoming arm and dismounted as the golden eyed elf, Irid, welcomed the knight and told about her quest. She was about to respond when a boy rolled into the camp. He was obviously blind but quiet agile to regain his footing so quickly. Maue looked him up and down. Something about this newcomer reminded her of her brother Tyrone. Perhaps it was the burning independence. The need to prove that he could do anything. Why else would a blind boy be traveling alone? Maue was going to speak again when another elf entered the party. Something about this woman made Maue’s hair stand on end. to Maue it seemed like this elf stood differently. She would keep her eye on her.

No longer interested in talking Maue took a step back and made sure her grip on Witz was secure. The horse would love to trick and bite everyone in the clearing. As Maue made her adjustments Irid began to growl at something in the bushes. This was wrong. Irid was an elf and elves don’t growl. “What if something is there that I didn’t notice? I was too busy worrying whether the other elf was a mage I wasn’t listening.” Maue thought to herself. Then to Irid she asked “Did ye hear somedin miss Irid? I am a good in dee foresds bud nod dis far soud.” To try and perk the elf up Maue decided to join her quest, after all she had nothing else to do. “I’d love ta come wid ye on yer quesd.”
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« Reply #9 on: May 11, 2008, 03:16:05 AM »

“Grothar reolát nó só avásh!’’ Menweh greeted them happily as she reached the fire. As she said this a man came tumbling along, and to Menweh’s amazement picked himself up with all the grace of a tumbler.

"Well, would you be the woman that was looking for someone or something?“ Menweh asked her voice lilting pleasantly addressing the golden eyed elf. She looked around at her companions. Most of them looked on edge.

The knight who had walked past her in the tavern, her stern eyes glared at the brush. Her sword drawn and aimed, ready to lance through whatever came out. Also the elvish woman seemed to be on edge, like she had smelled or heard something from the same patch of brush the knight was talking to. Then there was the silver eyed woman who seemed to be giving her a glance of mistrust. Menweh would solve that!

Well if that bush was so dangerous, she wouldn’t be taking any risks either.

"Well if you need some one who can help in a pinch, I can help too!“ Menweh was determined to show these people that she was not just some woman who studied in libraries all day long! Menweh knew her spells and knew them well. Vanish while vary useful for getting into things also made a wonderful weapon against pirates. She drew out a bit of sand and dried rose petals from her spell pouch. She’d added the dried rose petals to her sand for a more pleasing look. Menweh held the bit of sand in her hand, near her hip,  as she mumbled

„avásh zeiát nó!“ The elfess swung her hand open, releasing the powder in an arc that extended from her hip to over her head. She was going to make sure no arrows or bolts came to them. The wizardess concentrated increasing the influence of the elemental wind in the direction of the bushes,and slowly the wind began to pick up, caring the rose and sand dust toward the bushes. She hoped the flame would not be extinguished in the wind she had conjured, but if it was a fight this creature wanted it was a fight it would get.

But what where they fighting? What if it was just a shy creature hiding from predators? The winds where moving faster now, she was very comfortable when the winds blew. It had always had a soothing effect as well as an exciting one. Wind had meant movement and adventure, as well as assuring her that they would not stop in the middle of the ocean again.

What if it was hurt?

It was to much, Menweh’s curiosity was getting the better of her, She broke her concentration with the thoughts of what might be in the bushes. She slowly walked toward the bushes and began to wade through them using her staff to open a path for herself.

It was then that Menweh saw the mounted orc. A mounted orc how exciting! She wanted to find out everything there was about this creature. What was it that she was riding? Oh she’d seen pictures of it in several of the books she read. She pondered a moment then laughed in Tharian.

"Its a Warg!“ Menweh laughed musically. If they where aggressive they would be charging at her weapons drawn. That much Menweh knew. Menweh wondered if this orc was going to be joining them. She knew that the orc might have trouble, most probably with the knight. Well this was going to be hard, Menweh thought to herself unknowingly slipping into one of the roles she had taken over on her father’s ship when her brother was absent. How could this work? Well if the orc was going to join them then she’d worry about it. She hoped the orc would join them, she wanted to find out about orcish culture now that she had a specimen of it. She smiled at the orc, hoping that ─She? Yes she it was definitely a she─ did not decide to unsheathe a sword and run her through.
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Blyxx had followed the knight towards the encampment but had remained somewhat distant. The mere sight of so many elves was a daunting vision for the orc as she knew her kind was not frequently welcome amongst them. Still the few elves she had encountered on her long journeys seemed to come across with far more understanding than the rare human settlements she had visited. A patch of dense foliage had given the orcess and Grizzy some cover from which to observe the camp as the oddity of individuals gathered.

The relative safety of her vantage point rapidly became compromised as a dark haired elf with golden eyes began to snarl in the direction of her concealment. Instantly Blyxx was required to tighten the hold of the warg's reins as the beast tensed with the sudden discovery. No sooner had her mount became unsettled the knight drew a sword, the huntress knew without a doubt things had taken a turn for the worst. In the few blinks she pondered wandering from her hiding spot one of the other elves spoke in some foreign tongue. A harsh wind began to rise and rattle the undergrowth immediately about the orc. Even without showing herself the duo were already under attack! Did the elf’s magic permit her to see through the canopy?

There were little options now left for the orcess, flee or perhaps depart this life under the looming assault. Decisively she yanked on the warg’s reins and spurred it away from the camp, all sense of camouflage forgotten as they burst headlong away from the attackers. Open ground is what Blyxx needed and she rode hard for it, driving the beast beneath her with resolute determination. With practiced ease the orc allowed her warbow to slide overhead and down a powerful arm, it’s familiar handle now held in a taloned fist. Gracefully her other hand went over her shoulder and pulled forth an arrow, notching it as she rode.

Knowing that none of her enemies had been mounted the huntress brought Griz about, facing the encampment the assailants would be coming from. Lifting the warbow so that Blyxx’s feral gaze aligned with the shaft of the arrow, she pulled the string back holding the weapon at the ready. Not a quiver of movement could be noted in the orc’s vigil, she could hold the arrow in waiting for many minutes, she had done so on the hunt numerous times awaiting a clear shot upon prey. Multiple plans flashed through her mind as long blinks began to pass, if it were the knight that came first, kill the mount so it could not give chase. If it were the elf uttering foul magic, kill it before it speaks again. The huntress waited about thirty peds distance from the treeline.     
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« Reply #11 on: May 13, 2008, 05:16:22 AM »

Irid seemed to snap awake as someone asked her if she'd heard something. Why would they ask her that? She'd just been welcoming the... whitehaired... woman... She was confused. The newest addition to the camp had been standing opposite her, and now suddenly she was off to the side, muttering words and throwing something around. Shortly after, a wind picked up. Well, that was interesting, but did she have to do it now? Why was she doing it anyway? And why was the knight standing with her sword drawn?

A crashing sound soon gave the answer to her questions. She ran after it, soon finding herself in an open space even further from the road. Opposite her was an orcess on top of a warg. Judging from her recent lapse of memory, her wolfy instincts must have taken over, and this seemed to explain why. She took a firm grip on herself; this was not a time to relapse. The main thing right now was to neutralise the danger of an orcess pointing an arrow at their party. She wasn't going to let someone (let alone herself) die when the whole thing hadn't even started. She slowly put out her hands in a gesture of peace, to show that she had no weapons in them. She assumed that more of the party would have come to see what was happening, but all she could see from the corner of her eye was the glint of the sun on steel - lots of steel. That must be the knight... She'd said her name, what was it again? Me... Merys? Something like that.

"Merys, could you make sure the mage doesn't pull one of her tricks? And please put down your weapon. I don't feel like fighting quite so early on, I want to try to solve this peacefully..." Hoping that the woman had heard her, she approached the orcess, her arms still outstretched, without making a sudden move. She stopped at a safe distance - she didn't want the orcess to think that she was going to try anything.

Then she talked to the orcess, hoping that the woman understood Tharian. "I mean you no harm, and neither do my companions. I don't know what I did just now, or why the mage did what she did. We have only just met. Will you put down your bow?" Her eyes were aimed directly at the orcesses, though she wasn't used to seeing crimson eyes. On the other hand, her own golden eyes weren't the most usual sight in Sarvonia either, so she wasn't about to judge someone on their eyes. She just hoped that the orcess would see her peaceful intention, if indeed orcs were capable of that. She wasn't sure, she really didn't know that much about orcs. But something, maybe her wolfy instincts, told her that the orcess would have reacted differently if she hadn't been frightened by the reactions of the party - the magic, the growling, the drawn sword she'd seen. She wondered what the others were doing now - she hoped nothing threatening, at the moment she was rather the easiest of possible targets. Oh well, nothing for it now; She couldn't look back to see, she had to concentrate on the orcess now. She could only hope.
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« Reply #12 on: May 13, 2008, 10:20:31 AM »

Lyon stayed still, knowing others were present and not wanting to bump into anybody or trip and make himself look a fool once more. He heard footsteps and the soothing voice of a woman: almost any female voice reminded him of his mother and therefore soothed him as she had for so many years. Similarly, though, she’d scolded and taught him. Either way, equal parts joy and longing flowed through him as the woman spoke. Nodding in response, the man opened his mouth to answer. In doing so, however, the lady began to.. growl? A low rumble escaped her and he took a slow step back in response. Gripping his staff tightly, he wondered if indeed she was a lady. Taking a long, slow inhalation through his nose, the Kanapan took in a musky scent from the woman. An animal’s scent? It made no sense.

He wanted to reach out and touch her, to affirm that she was human, but he knew he could not. She did not threaten him, however, and he soon realized others there were also women. They seemed to take no notice of the growl, and he could therefore assume she meant no harm. The next two spoke was more commanding. It was not light, nor was it gentle. Rather than being comforted, Lyon suddenly stood on his guard against this woman. She sounded younger than the former, but would have a biting tongue. Something about this made the man grin, and he admired her confidence. He’d only met barmaids and waitresses, beautiful (he would guess), but timid.

The voices and names flew through his mind, becoming locked in his memory associated with the odors and sounds surrounding him. Forever the smell of the forest would correlate with a new beginning for the blind man. Reaching to brush at his long nor’sidion locks he concentrated without moving. Irid, the animal-lady, and Merya the Lady Knight. Unique and distinguished, but both very individual… I will certainly be able to discern between them. Bringing his mind back, the man turned  his head slightly. He did not know whether he faced the bushes or not, but from the tone in the Knight’s voice he assumed something threatening abided there—not in the strange growl of Irid.

A third spoke. She had a different accent than the others, something Lyon had never heard before. He cocked his head to the side a little as it turned in the direction of the voice. The woman sounded concerned as well. What was going on? Frustrated at his confusion, at thinking he could joint his quest, he continued to be unmoving. Patience would be his ally in this endeavor, he knew it. He had to believe in himself and not become too lost or Irid would never take him on her quest.

The last female to speak before, as he’d entered the clearing, now spoke again. Her voice was a jolly laugh of sorts, indicating the thing in the bushes to be a Warg. He had heard that name, and his mind reeled at trying to recall the memory. Ah! The images of the nasty beasts called Orcs came forefront to his thoughts. Well, he had no images other than brief descriptions, but no one he’d spoken to made Orcs sound pleasant. Furrowing his brow—although it was unseen beneath the covering—Lyon listened more intently. The laughter had already endeared him to this last woman, and he wished he could associate a name with her. She seemed optimistic, her voice reminded him of the warmth of the sun. There were very few voices he could listen to for hours, but if she was consistently like her first impression indicated, she would be one of them.

As he thought about the unknown woman, Lyon heard the calming voice of Irid once more, this time much further away. His keen sense of hearing allowed him to recognize it, even at a distance. Turning in the direction of her footsteps on the forest floor, Lyon assumed he too was now facing the woman and possibly the Orc as well. The writer had gone past the point where he’d tried to imagine each feature of those he encountered. He could not even imagine the mountains and trees that surrounded him, but had a mental picture painted detailed enough in his mind. He had learned enough about himself to know how overwhelmed he’d be if he concentrated too hard on the unseen.

Instead, he focused on what he knew: Four women surrounded him. A Leader, a Knight, a Foreigner, and Laughter. He associated named with each to keep them separate, not to degrade them or disregard their true forms. The names would shift as he got to know them better. He also knew a fire stood behind him, and an Orc in the bushed before him. If asked, he could easily point in the direction of the road or tell how far back to New-Santhala. The man shifted his weight a little, stepping forward he estimated about ten Peds or so (he was not sure how far away the voice of Irid had moved) and bowing his head. He felt his long hair fall over his shoulders. This was his act of submission, showing the newcomer that he, too, did not mean any harm.
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« Reply #13 on: May 13, 2008, 01:35:41 PM »

When Maue saw the white haired elf use magic she stepped back and dropped Witz's reins. For all she cared he could bite everyone in the campany. The fact that the mage revealed an orc was far less schocking then the fact that there was a mage in this party to Maue. "A mage! how can there be a bloody mage here? I am in the middle of no where and I can't escape these god cursed peoples." She yelled in her own head.

Maue turned around preparing to remount Witz. As she placed her foot in the stirrup she remembered that she had agreed to join in the golden eyed elf's quest. Moue's inner stubbornness and her hatred for mages warred. She turned her head and saw the blind human bow his head. The knight, mage, and golden eyed elf all stood between him and the orc. "Blasd, blasd, blasd." Maue mumbled to herself as she removed her foot from the stirrup. She had said she would join this quest. "I just won't stop Witz from playing games with the mage." A smile came to Maue's face with this thought.

Leaving Witz where he was she stepped towards the fire. With a practiced motion Maue tucked her hair behind her ear. It was once again blocking her sight. As she walked around the fire she made sure to stay on she far side of the mage. That woman was trouble.

Maue eyed the woman once more stopping equal to her. It was the best position in case she tried anything else. In front of the mage or behind her would be easier for the mage to attack without Maue having warning. Now she looked at the scene in front of her. The orcess looked comfortable on her warg, she was a good rider then. Her bow looked well worn and comfortable in her hands. "We could use all the fighters we can if there is a mage among us." Maue knew that she was grumbling to herself. Just because she had decided to stay with the golden eyed elf did not mean she was now happy about the arrangement.

This time Maue spoke out loud. "How bad would id be ta have an orc wid us miss Irid? From what I hear dey are good fighders. Dat could be useful on ye quesd." Maue was not worried about a fight or keeping the calm. In a worse case situation she could leave. She was not staying if the mage got mad and started flinging spells. However, the few orcs that Maue had met on her travels, as rare as they had been, had not been magic users. This was enough for Maue to like the people as a whole.
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« Reply #14 on: May 13, 2008, 10:32:50 PM »

An orc? Merysa thought. How in Armeros's blade did an orc find them?

The knight stepped towards the bushes once the elven mage revealed the lurking intruder. Merysa was no stranger to mages and had met many fire mages during her schooling in the temple of Armeros. In fact, one of her duties was to act as protector for the fire mages during battle scenarios or times of war. She knew well the power of a mage of any element.

Once the orc and its steed were revealed, the intruder leaped away with a crash and the sound of the orc's running beast could be heard. The rest of the group also reacted to the commotion, with the elves in particular behaving in quite opposite of what Merysa expected.

The mage seemed to enjoy discovering the orc intruder and she was unafraid to use her magic to reveal the orc. It was obvious that the elf practiced magic of the wind element. The knight wondered how powerful the elf was...

The other elf seemed to become quite disturbed about the situation and Merysa couldn't tell if it was because of the mage or the discovery of the orc. Not only that, but the elf had the audacity to suggest that they take the orc along with them on their quest! Merysa dismissed that thought quickly.

The leader of the group, the golden eyed elf named Irid, did not seem perturbed at all. She sought a peaceful solution to this encounter as did the human male. Merysa still could make much sense of the man...was he ill in some way?

The knight had no time to ponder the behavior of her new companions. As Irid and the man stepped around into the sight of the orc, Merysa came up beside them. On the request of Irid, Merysa lowered her sword, but she did not sheathe it. The orc still had an arrow trained upon them and all of Merysa's instincts told her to prepare for a fight. The orc would be a challenge to overcome, that much could clearly be seen, but the knight and companions had greater numbers in their favor.

In response to Irid's request, Merysa not only lowered her weapon but also extended her arm and opened her hand towards the elf mage.

"Cease your spells, mage," Merysa said quietly. "Irid seeks not to further alarm the orc and neither do I..."

The knight cast a steady look over to the orc with the drawn bow and continued..."But should this orc so much as twitch her bow finger, she will find my blade at her throat."
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