Dawn of War! Chapter one; The Gathering.

[KeelinElf]

"What are you doing here then?"

Searching for someone, Keelin signed back, a little reluctantly. Noticing everyone's attention being drawn to the roof, Keelin followed the elf Shaint's gaze upwards to an odd lump aparently perched on the roof.

"On that point I agree with you but I do believe we have company, so I suggest that you loosen that sword in it's sheath as I expect you'll find a use for it soon."

Keelin slowly moved her hand to the hilt of her scimitar, narrowing her eyes in an attempt to discern what, exactly, was on the roof.

There isn't enough time to do everything and too much time to do nothing.

[Shaint]

"dont let whoever that is away!" Shaint swung his sword shifting him highly into the air and onto the roof  "Run or get caught but by ava's name your not getting away!" Shaint held his sword in his right hand loosley swinging it round in a circle once then gripping it "By the winds of ava.......Feel my wrath if you run!"

He who lives by the sword Lives with Pain Anger and Sorrow
But he who lives by the sword lives not with regret for he who lives by the sword lives with Redemtion

[Gararion]

The activity of the party seemed to pick up slightly...though for the worse.  

Gararion decides he shall ready himself...Shaint wanted to see that he could fight so if the time comes that he needs to then he will.

Gararion holds his staff firmly, the fire seeming to burn more brightly now.  Gararion walks to the side of the Tavern and far enough out so he can see all three sides of it clearly, leaving the rest of his companions in the front of the tavern.  He holds his staff out, pointing it towards the tavern as it looked liked.  Gararion begins to concentrate and gathers a enough air to create a stunning effect if so disired.  

Not movig his staff nor his arm he waits....

~I offer you a Cup of Joy~
~Visit Santharia  Live the Dream~

[Oscar Lotus]

Oscar Oscar was about to reply to Grakan when Shaint whispered something about a bump on his roof.  Oscar looked at his roof.  "There is no bump on my roof?" Oscar replied.  Then he followed Shaint's eyes.  "Shaint your eyes must be better than mine to see that roof.  That roof is almost 40 peds away.  What is it that you see?"

Then Shaint drew his sword and began shouting oaths,  Radaroc did the same, as did Atri, and even Gararion seemed strange.  The young Elven woman, Keelin even began to draw her scimitar.  Oscar peered at the roof as best as he could but could not see anything, except darkness.

"Woah, are you sure there is something or someone upon that roof, Shaint?  You are stirring up alot of people.  I would dislike the notion that you go off half cocked.  Fearing things that go bump in the night.  But who knows you may be correct.  All I know is that I cannot see anything.  Let's just hope you are wrong."


Nahor  Nahor saw movement around the fire and could hear a loud voice, but could not discern what it was saying.  He froze.  Could this person have seen him?  Impossible!  Maybe whoever it is can see a dark shape, but not see him.  If I slip off of the roof? No that would not be good.  For if whoever did see my shape would know it was gone once I left.  I have to think of something else.  Fool that I am, I should have known better.  The moon was too bright this night to be on top of the roof.  But who would have guessed that whoever saw my shape had such good eyes.  I have to think of something, quickly!

Nahor looked around, he was half-lying, half-sitting upon the roof. But he was not a master thief for no reason at all.  There had been other times he had been caught upon a roof and he knew how to get out of this predictament as well.  What bothered him, was not only who had saw him, who or they had suspicions and that was not good news.  

With a deft movement Nahor slipped out of his cloak, leaving it where it was, looking like it was with a live warm body within it.  He then slipped down the other side of the roof, jumped to the ground and without hardly making any prints in the sand, sprinted off toward his horse, jumped on and galloped away into the night.  His destination only known to him and those who waited for him.  

He laughed to himself as he rode away as he thought that even if whoever climbed the roof all they would find is an empty cloak.  He however did not consider the possibility that whoever may be a mage or have a mage in his company who could track his movements.  Magicians to Nahor were a joke, someone who was good at sleight of hand, things he was good at.  But a real person, who has magical abilities?  No such creature!!

Oscar Lotus
A beer in the belly is never a bad thing.

[Shaint]

((OOC:Awwwwwwwwwww Oscar i wanted to catch him hehe))

Shaint saw a slight cave in of the clothing and grabbed at it quickly only to bring up a black cloak He frowned at it and threw it to the ground on wich his party stood "GARARION! did you se anything?! this man had to have been a master thief or somehwat of the sort to escape even with one minor flaw!"

Shaint  swung his sword and gripped the handle with to hands the blade of the sword wide at the center o fhis face began to glow and Shaint sheethed it "OSCAR! deiciting ourselves into thinking we can catch him now is just hurting ourselves more sheeth your swords and lower your staff gararion.........by ava's name his gone"

Shaint jumped from the roof making a seriese of turns with his body he landed on two feet grains of blueish colored dust from the night stirring up aroun dhim like crystal dust for a moment and then fading back down to the earth

He who lives by the sword Lives with Pain Anger and Sorrow
But he who lives by the sword lives not with regret for he who lives by the sword lives with Redemtion

[Grakan Ironhammer]

((OOC from now on I'm goin to put all signing in bold))

searching for someone Keelin replied, a little relunctantly it seemed. Grakan was about to sign back asking who when his attention was distracted by Shaint saying that there was someone on the roof.
Indeed there looked to be a shape away from the normal structure of teh roof. Grakan held his axe ready and moved forward in front of Keelin almost instintively.
"Action already!" Grakan leered staring to teh roof.
The intruder must have been scared off, Grakan noticed a small droop in the form, but then it came back again.
"Someone knows we are here... I suggest we make a move..." he said aloud.
Then he approached Shaint as the Elf nimbly jumped off of the roof and whispered. "I dont think you are telling us everything about this mission, Elf. I will let it go for now, but I need to know if you have enimies."

"There is nothing so sure in the world as the glimmer of gold.

And the treachery of elves."

---Ancient Dwarven Saying


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[Shaint]

Shaint looked to Grakan then at everyone in his group truly a bunch of great men and a woman that caught Shaints eye, He began to speak "Let us Leave for now...everything will be found that needs be later" Shaint turned on a heel to Oscar and kneeled before arrising and walking slowly in the direction that the long journey would take this group of companions into it....and perhaps not ever let them go,

Turning on a heel again he stood as strait as a Soldier's General Waiting for his fellow men

He who lives by the sword Lives with Pain Anger and Sorrow
But he who lives by the sword lives not with regret for he who lives by the sword lives with Redemtion

[Atrii Redwood]

Atrii smiled and nodded to Radaroc then his face became very concentrated and serious as he marched forward to Shaint and nodded to him.
He awaited for the rest of his companions to follow.

Atrii Redwood:Azuka

Jestra: Join the Dream

Santharia:Dream the Dream

[Shaint]

((OOC:The necklaces is just something i had an idea for to symbolise us as one group make up your own medallion and color jewel in OOC I probably forgot some people))

Shaint nodded to Atrii soledly and awaited his other companions "Come all we Will Leave This Night" Shaint looked back to atrii and dropped a leather bag with Necklaces of Silver Mithrill Each with a Signifacant medallion representing Them,

Grakan
Gararion
Atrii
Radaroc
Keelin
Shaint- a eye open with a shimmering Red jewel for the eye color

He who lives by the sword Lives with Pain Anger and Sorrow
But he who lives by the sword lives not with regret for he who lives by the sword lives with Redemtion

[Gararion]

Gararion did not see anything from where he stood.  When Shaint yelled down at him Gararion assumed that Shaint figured the answer was no as he got down off the roof and told the party to put their weapons away.

Who was this figure Shaint saw?  I saw no one with my own eyes and can only go by the word of others...others who I do not fully understand yet.  Can their word be trusted?

Gararion walked over to Shaint ad threw a bag down that revealed necklaces of silver mithrill each with a signifacant medallion representing each member of the party.

Gararion loked at the one which seemed to be for him.  Hanging off from a mithril chain was a clear crystal dragon claw.  Grasped within its claws was a perfectly round Uruyant gem.  Gararion looked at Shaint.

"What is this for?

He usually did not like accepting things as it drew ties with each other but he assumed that the pressence within himself wanted this to happen for if it didn't why would it lead him here?

~I offer you a Cup of Joy~
~Visit Santharia  Live the Dream~

[Shaint]

Shaint looked to Gararion and spoke to him and answerd unto his question "Gararion Brother In Quest we are the last hope for the resistance.....we are the new fighters for the resistance and as of now most likely the strongest it i sjust a way to signify ourselves as helpers and symbolise our Group for example You Gararion powerful and honorable such as....a Hawk thus you rmedallion"

"Mine i seem to look deeper into things than really need be thus an Eye...we are all on our path of Fate when we accepted this shipment it is not what has happend but What will happen and what we do that counts" you are of knowledge so i hope you understand what i speak"

He who lives by the sword Lives with Pain Anger and Sorrow
But he who lives by the sword lives not with regret for he who lives by the sword lives with Redemtion

[Atrii Redwood]

Atrii bent down to the bag of medallions and picked up one that seemed to pull Atrii towards it. Atrii grasped it in the palm of his hand and surveyed it. It had a link of hands around the outside with a fire burning in the centre. Atrii slung it around his neck and clasped it in his hand. Atrii felt the fire on the medallion begin to burn in his heart feeling closer to his companions now than ever.

I will not allow anything to happen to any of my companions on this journey. If something must happen, it must happen to me first

Atrii Redwood:Azuka:Akira

Jestra: Join the Dream

Santharia:Dream the Dream

[Gararion]

Gararion looked at the medallion that he had been given.  He held onto it and looked at Shaint.

"I know what you speak of my friend.  This path that we have taken is a path of fate for each of us."

Though for some of us is is more connected to our fate and destiny than others.  Some there path is not chosen by one self but by another...such as my path as been chosen by a pressence not yet known by even the greatests archmagi at Ximax.

~I offer you a Cup of Joy~
~Visit Santharia  Live the Dream~

[Radaroc]

Radaroc turned to Derm on his shoulder, "Get that cloak for me." The shapeshifter became a medium sized dog and retrieved the cloak.  Radaroc lifted it to his face and took deep whif. Turning to the party he said, "We can be sure of one thing there was someone there," he took another breath, "and he was human."  He looked at the the necklaces Shaint was holding out he looked closely at one, " 'Oho, perfect." Radaroc said grinning widely, one of the mithral necklaces had a steel medallion with an etching of a Great Wolverine with teeth bared and claws ready to strike.  He then placed it around his neck.  Derm still in dog form looked at the medallion and changed to a smaller wolverine and mimiced the same pose.  The troll looked down at him fondly and chuckled, "Right we'll get plenty of chances for that."  Radaroc then looked to each person in turn smiling, "With this ragtag band of irregulars we might just do something interesting on this trip"

In the begining I was weak.  Now I have purpose stay me from my path and the Gods themselves cannot save you.

[Shaint]

Shaint looked to Gararion "Gararion and Atrii be carefull of the Troll and the dwarf......because of our threesome connection they shalt become suspicious..." Shaint gripped it tightly at his side begginning to get impatent with the others "Pardon me for this yelling" Shaint was yelling but unkown to him he was yelling in Styrash "IN AVA'S NAME GET OVER HERE OR THUS WE WILL DEPART!!"

He who lives by the sword Lives with Pain Anger and Sorrow
But he who lives by the sword lives not with regret for he who lives by the sword lives with Redemtion

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