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[Zircon]

Doom of the Forgotten World


There are four brothers in this world that were all born together:
The first, he runs and never wearies,
The second, eats and is never full.
The third, he drinks and is ever thirsty,
And the fourth, sings a song that is never good.

There are four brothers in this world that were all born together:
The first, he runs and never wearies,
The second, eats and is never full.
The third, he drinks and is ever thirsty,
And the fourth, sings a song that is never good.

The Book was old. Very old. Older than history itself it would seemed. Only the Elders of the Elves, long-lived and wise, would even remember its existence. And yes, it does exist…


Welcome to Forgotten World. A World where magic and spirits co-exist with beauty and mayhem. A world of life and death. A world where adventure is in the blood, and blood is spilled for treasures beyond the wildest imagination. The world that is Forgotten, and yet fondly Remembered. A world of Korr, Trilla, Acorn, Thurstor, Lekally, Perrin, Revlin, Starkynde, Blon, Elbryan, Credne, Thorsdottirand countless others.

Welcome to the Doom of the Forgotten World…

OOC: Welcome Back to Forgotten World. If you haven’t downloaded the fonts, they are
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[Zircon]

Port City of Bayaran

The calm Bay of Bayaran was a haven from the vicious storms of the Sea of Mists. Such was the secluded and protected bay that the pirates prowling the waters of the Sea of Mists had their bases dotted around the bay. As the pickings grew, and the pirates fat, the small Township of Bayaran was born. The pirates, fearing the Four Kingdoms’ Navies and Armies got respectable, and signed treaties of peace.

In time, Bayaran grew as the preferred transshipment port for the Kingdom of Arraniel. And Arraniel, recognizing this, annexed Bayaran for itself. The war was bloody and short. The original walls of the city was now only a memory. The Knights of the Orders of St. Ynes and St. Judas excelled themselves in the taking of the city.

Arranielites were kind masters. They retained the existing bureaucracy and expanded the port facilities. Essentially, they rebuilt the city. The chapter house of the Order of St. Ynes was moved to the outskirts of Bayaran. No longer was Bayaran known as a Pirates’ haven. Law and Order reigned over this city. It has one of the most beautiful sunsets in all of the Four Kingdoms.

A port city will attract all kinds of people and Other Races from all over the world. Even nations from across the Sea of Mists had their warehouses in Bayaran. Don’t be surprised to see spices from Kamunting, bronze pots and pans from Plires, wines from Dageigis, jewelry from the Elven Nation of Eiaborn and swords from Dwarven City of Soilir.

Because of the accessibility to other parts of the world, Sorcerers began to congregate in Bayaran. The city was accessible from all four Kingdoms, and the port attracted far off nations. Information, books and scrolls proliferated in Bayaran, brought by the ships, kept and treasured by the Sorcerers. Among those brought from far off lands was a Book. A special Book, unlike any other, for it consisted of pages stored in a leather and black onyx box. And in those pages spelt the Doom of the Forgotten World…

 

[Zircon]

Return of Sir Credne

'The Paladin & Dream'

The sign looked promising enough. I was successful in delivering the letter to the Preceptor of the Order of St. Ynes. I had no more of an intention other than wetting my parched throat and filling my belly. The hospitality of the Order had left much to be desired. Of course, if a serving wench happened to feel like frolicking, then I would be obliged to entertain her. I was a gentleman after all. I took a seat at nearest empty table. The bar was not full, being this early in the evening.

The menu tonight was Spicy Liver Surprise and roasted mushroom and rice. Not particularly my favorites. But the apple pudding was excellent. And so was the bottle of vintage Blackdour wine.

I was soon resting after an adequate meal when I spotted these two on the table next to mine. I made the appearance of closing my eyes to simulate dozing. I normally do not eavesdrop, but these two with their heads together speaking in hushed tones, aroused my curiosity. By their dress and demeanor, I surmised that these two might be human sorcerers, with their long flowing capes and distinguished looking faces.

‘…Lord Darius is getting to be a nuisance,’ the man with the well-trimmed beard whispered, emphasizing the word “Lord”.

‘Shhh! He may be a nuisance,’ replied ‘Beard’s’ companion, ‘but he pays well enough for us to keep our mouths shut. Have you seen his ugly purple coat today? It looked expensive but Purple… Geez!’

‘Ha! Ha! Some people just shouldn’t wear purple. But we’re not here to talk about his wardrobe, are we…’

‘No.’ The voice grew quieter. ‘Have you been able to decipher the scroll yet?’

‘No. It’s a lot harder that it looks…’ the bearded man sighed with consternation.

‘I know. It’s frustrating to see such a beautiful thing and not know its secrets.’

Knitting his brow in concentration, the bearded man’s companion said, ‘I wonder…’

By this time, my concentration was totally focused on this wondrous thing.

‘…I wonder if the Dwarves know anything about this…’

The bearded man straightened perceptively with his eyes beginning to shine with interest. ‘I have heard something to that effect. Perhaps…’

‘Perhaps what?

Now fully interested again, the beaded man replied, ‘perhaps the scroll holds the secrets of the whereabouts of a key. I’ve heard Bards’ Tales that speak of treasures, great but hidden treasures locked away except only to the person with the key.’

‘Uhuh…You lost me there on the first corner…’

Drawing himself closer, the bearded man said, ‘I’ve came across stories, from Bards’ tales to ancient manuscripts that speaks of wondrous treasures. Guarded and hidden nonetheless, only to be found and claimed if a person has a key. A special key. Perhaps a magical key or something of such kind. At least something which will unlock the gates to the treasures.’ He added, ‘I’ve often heard Lord Darius mumbling about some lost treasure. A treasure so great that it’s gotten Darius frothing spit just by mentioning it. Plus, you know that Darius’ been getting on and on about finding a key to unlock the door to this great treasure.’

‘What’s so great about finding a key if you don’t where the door is in the first place? Besides, I think you off, way off, into the realm of pure speculation. I also think that Lord Darius is quite mad, except when he’s handing out Gold, of course.’

‘Are you not curious about Darius at all?’ asked the bemused bearded man.

‘Not enough to lose my sleep and plus who knows what if we go on a wild goose chase for Darius.’

‘Maybe you’re right,’ replied the bearded man, ‘I don’t think finding the treasure is worth risking my neck. Can’t spend money if you’re dead. Besides, we are getting well paid just by examining it. I don’t know about you, but I’m thirsty and hungry after worrying about nothing.’

‘Yeah, I’d use something to wash my throat. Bar Keep, over here…’

That was a particularly interesting conversation. I’d always disliked sorcerers and their dark arts. Give me a sword and a shield any day. A quick thrust to the belly of this Lord Darius would make him just as a dead. But a sorcerer’s game was a very dangerous game. And I could not get that conversation out my head.

There was a pretty Elven girl two tables down. So I grabbed my cup and bottle and went to her table…

 

[Zircon]

Darius’ Keep

Darius had his hands clasped behind his back. His brow knitted in deep thoughts as he paced back and forth across the black onyx floor. Argh! No one to play with since that robber. He wished those two idiots would hurry up. Taking over the world was such pain in the neck. Why couldn’t world domination be easy and simple? And why the difficulty in deciphering the scroll…

When those two get here, Darius was going to make them squirm and squeal like pigs. Just for fun, and for making him wait this long. But good help was hard to find these day. And so Darius had no plans for their death. Only pain would be in store for the two itinerant incompetent sorcerers.

Darius stopped pacing enough too look at the Book again.

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.

He beheld the words, its meaning burning in his mind. His mouth frothing with spit in excitement. He was the herald of those words. And he accepted this responsibility. Gladly. The rewards of service were tremendous. Out of this world even. But he was now faced with a problem. How to make it fully come true.

The next line in the Book says, ‘In many hallways you would stand,
If not with this in hand. ’
‘
In many hallways you would stand,
If not with this in hand. ’

He knew he needed what this riddle suggests. But what exactly does it suggest. Argh! Why does all of this needed to be so hard. He felt his brain was going to explode. Where were those blasted fools with their answers? If they were out drinking instead of working on his problem, there would be hell to pay. And he slammed the Book in frustration and continued his pacing.

 

[Zircon]

Glyn & Rhaenyc

Back at their Sorcerer’s keep, which is a fanciful name for a rather drab and low tower, Glyn and Rhaenyc worked on the scroll given to them by Lord Darius. A small red fire-wyrm sat in the corner, its red orbs staring at two hard at work. The unwashed clothes of weeks laid in the corner, giving the small room at the top of the tower a rather distinct fragrance.

The scroll was in Dwarven, that much Glyn could surmise. His knowledge of the Other Races’ languages made him invaluable to Lord Darius. But the scroll was written on human skin. And human skin did not hold ink very well over time. The words were very faded and some entirely disappeared.

Finally, Rhaenyc managed to gleam these following lines, after going through Kegnar Tunnelbane’s irrelevant and self-praising garbage. The Dwarf was so egoistical that almost the entire scroll was about his exploits and victories.

Blue as morning sky,
Sharper as the northern wind,
Colder as mountains high,
Blood is the thought on my mind.

Blue as morning sky,
Sharper as the northern wind,
Colder as mountains high,
Blood is the thought on my mind.

‘All right. This is the most promising part of the entire scroll. I don’t know what the answer is though,’ Rhaenyc said.

‘I don’t know the answer either. Why don’t we go back to that tavern and have a celebration. We can always let Darius figure out the puzzle. Besides, he just paid us to translate, not to have all the answers for him.’

‘Well, what are we waiting for?’

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Six months ago...

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The long road into Skjullhofud was strewn with the first inklings of spring, the snow giving way to thick mud. The hoar frost had surrendered to morning dew in some places and greenery was becoming more prominent. The growing season would soon be here for those rich enough to farm on their own land or that of a blooded Jarl.

The way was easy, even in the wet, cool spring. In the distance, the tiny village could be seen as a collection of burning chimneys belching thick, black smoke into the gray sky. She could hear the whinnies and nickering of horses and the deep lowing of cattle.

As the sun began to set, she could already hear the patrons of the Bloodsong beginning to celebrate nightfall. Someday, with luck, they would be in Valhalla. Seated with the Allfod; fighting by day, feasting by night. Such was the wish of every Northman.

Thrudd Thorsdottir pulled her fur lined cloak closer, guarding herself more from visions of what she knew was soon to pass rather than from the brisk salt breeze that blew in from the sea. She had been down to the promontory looking for the Jarl, Magnus Jarnulf.

They had argued long and hard, but in the end the Jarl had conceded to the godha's request. "You may have the dragon ship Skidbladnir if you can find the wolves to man it." She had smiled in that irritating way of hers and nodded knowingly before leaving him to stew.

It was a good vessel, clinker-built, with an eighteen inch draft. She was sleek, fast and highly maneuverable and could hold sixty men and their gear. The Bloodsong was a notorious haven for brigands, warriors and seamen. Thrudd would have no trouble manning the crew.

She had cast raidho. A journey. And a journey she would take.

 

[gohan18]

6 months ago........

It was along day for me and my apprentice. As soon as light broke we had started on repairing swords, aromor and anything else metal. We were just finishing up the last bit of swords when I got a message to go meet Thrudd Thorsdottir at her hut.I finish up the projects that hadto be done and told my apprentice to clean up the shop and close up for the night.

After a few minutes of walking I came upon the godha's hut. I rapped on the door and heard a come in.

I walk in and notice that even though it is not decorated heavily it has only the stuff she needs.

"So what did you need to see me for, did you break you sword or something"

'No, I asked you here because I am setting out on a quest soon and I need the compaany of a general smith to fix things when they break'

"What do I get for going along"

'You get a part of the spoils from whatever we get'

"Sounds intresting, I have been here to long. I think a change of scenery would be good for awhile. Count me in"

 

[chewbacca71]

Perrin

Perrin looks around. He expects to see a plane of battle, maidens by the wagonfull and rivers of mead. This is what the afterlife was supposed to be like for warriors. He instead sees small stunted trees, actually new grown. He can clearly remember the sight of the dragons breath as it came towards him, ready to render his mortal remains to cinders. When next he awoke, he was here in a forest. He gets up off the ground, groaning as his muscles are used.

He sees the stone ridge from which they had launched the assault on the dragon to the left. He shakes his head in confusion. What the hell happened? Why am I here back in the forrest at the site of our deaths? Why are all the old trees gone and only these new shoots here? Perrin wrestles with these internal questions when he hears some muffled noises off to his left. He reaches behind his back, for his trusty axe and finds it there. His arms hurt as if he has not used them for a while. He walks to the source of the sound. He walks a few hundred feet and sees Revlin on the ground. He reaches down to wake up his little friend.

 

[chewbacca71]

Revlin

Revlin pinches the shapely serving wench in the buttocks. She turns and smiles at him and motions for him to come sit on her lap. He gets out of his chair and sits down on her, resting his head inbetween her fleshy breasts. He inhales a scent of pure heaven, as her hand reaches forward toward the drawstrings of his trousers. He reaches a hand up to tenderly cup her overlarge breast, his one small hand unable to complete the task alone. He brings his other hand to bare, as he pulls the cloth back from her agitated nipple. He brings the nipple close to his lips as he.........finds himself in a forest, with pine cone needles in the back of his shirt.

Revlin looks around and sees a place that he remembers being at before. It looks different, a smaller scale perhaps. He sees only small shoots in the area that he is, however, the floor of the forest was littered with charred needles. He sits up and brushes the pine needles out of this shirt. He lays back down and trys to get back to where he had been, with the serving wench about to explore the depths and lengths of this trousers. He is not able to return no matter how hard he tries. He gives off a cry of frustration well out of proportion to his size.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the reason his dream was interrupted. "Perrin, my old friend, what are we doing alive again? By the way, next time, dont wake me up ok? That saucy barmaid was finally going to be mine. " Rising quickly from the ground, Revlin brushes the pine needles off his body. Missing Perrins look of confusion, Revlin asks him " Got any food? I am starving. "

OOC: Yes those post look familiar, they worked for the last thread, they will work here. LOL

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Skjullhofud: 6 months ago

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"Var helsedd, Blon." The godha greeted him, listening to his wish to accompany her on the journey to the land of the skraelings. Thrudd nodded thoughtfully, giving her assent.

Having the blacksmith was a boon. No voyage was taken without one, and Blon was nearly as gifted as Brok and Eitri, the dwarves who had forged the great Mjollnir. Yes, he would be a welcome asset.

Thrudd stood then, lifting the cover off one of the crocks that lined the walls of her small home. Using a wooden ladle, she doled out a portion of mead for the stocky smith. "Drink. May the winds turn soon so that we can sail."

 

[Zircon]

Cre

She left early in the morning, mumbling about some errand in another part of town. Me, I was still half asleep, as she kept me up almost the whole night. I loved to run my fingers around her earlobes and upturned ears. She made funny noises during our lovemaking. She kept saying, ‘Wrong one… wrong one…’ ‘Wrong one… Wrong one…’ And, as she made out of the door, she was also walking a bit funny. But I attributed that my finesse and expert touch.

The morning was spent grooming Lucas and taking for re-shoeing. In the afternoon, I took my shield to a smith to have it reworked, and re-enameled. Luckily, the shield was very well made, otherwise, my arm would have been shattered by the brute strength of the assailant back at the forest. My chain mail was beginning to show signs of rust, so that had to be redone too. Plus, the smell of it was beginning to linger on my clothes, lessening my chances with the female kind.

Now, back to the tavern for some nice cold ale…

 

[gohan18]

Blon

After three months at sea everything just seemed to be going fine. There had been no conflict's with anybody and we had enough supply's. Then came the night when things went to crap.

First off that a huge storm was starting up out in the middle of the sea and that meant we were going to get hit bad.

I estimate that we were in the storm for roughly 3-4 hours but everything seemed to be fine. When it stopped i went to up to the deck to check on everything. I called for my apprentice and then went around and asked all the crew if they have seen him.

Then it hit me. He must have gone overboard during the storm. He was a good lad and I would miss him, but shit happen's and you have to deal with it.

 

[Zircon]

Crossing my fingers in hopes that this works

 

[chewbacca71]

Perrin

Perrin looks down at his little friend. "No, I have no food. I think it was all burned by the dragon fire, which makes me wonder why we were not. I remember there was a port town not too far from here, over yonder ridge. What say you that we go to the town and get some food. I am starving too. Lets start making tracks. "

 

[chewbacca71]

Revlin

Revlin licks his lips. "Aye, lets get moving . I am so hungry that I could eat an ox. Hey look Perrin, all my pouches are still here. I think there is some money in here, so we can get some food. Come on my oversized friend, foods on me. " The two friends started the long walk to town.

 

[hybirdx]

Sorry I haven't been posting...

Dark sniper

'It's been what... Two-three months since I saw land? Why did I have to leave?' As an ship arived at the port An Elven boy jumped off the ship "Thanks! I'll be off now!"

"Just don't get in any more trouble Leklly!"

"Oh all right!" Lekally left the ship to fin some food

 

[Zircon]

Glyn & Rhaenyc

‘Ok… see that serving wench over there? I think she likes me…’ said Rhaenyc.

‘Hahaha… You must be drunk already. Or she must be drunk. Really drunk.’

‘Ah! No wonder you never have any women. You can’t see beyond the wine cup. Me, women love me. I’m handsome and rich. At least I’m going to be when we hand over the stuff to Darius. For now, if a serving wench wishes to dally with me, who am I to argue?’

‘Well, go on then, and let her deflate your ego… Hahaha!’

Rhaenyc left their table to whisper sweet nothings in the ears of the serving girl. She was a buxom one, pretty in her own way. A rather polite way of saying she was plain. Glyn cupped his mouth to suppress his laughter when he saw the not-so exquisite mating ritual being performed. It is true that sorcerer’s were more interested in knowledge, power and money. Well, Rhaenyc was also interested in women. But his tastes were expensive, which was why he was now working for Darius.

Later, when the bar was less busy, Glyn saw Rhaenyc go upstairs with the buxom serving girl. He smiled. Money talks everywhere. And people listened attentively. He wondered how much did Rhaenyc spend this time to satisfy his lust. Must not have been much since the prize was not so good looking.

Glyn was yawning profusely now. So he made the decision to go back to his quarters. Tomorrow, when his head was spinning less, he would go over to Darius and collect his money.

 

[Zircon]

Cre

I was yawning. Although knightly etiquette dictates that I do not yawn in public, this tavern was seedy enough not to be bothered by etiquette. I saw the two sorcerers’ again. The bearded one can really drink, especially wine. The other fellow was more interested in the serving girl.

I had interest in neither wine nor women tonight. My thighs were still sore from the dalliance with the Elven girl. So I sought my bed early. I had planned to leave in the morning, back to Achronium. This holiday was turning out to be rather boring and uneventful.

The bed was not uncomfortable, but it was small. I had wondered earlier if I had broken it last night. It was tilting on one side. And the walls were thin, not keeping the cold out too much. The bed creaked loudly when I lay on it, but it held together. I was about to fall asleep when I heard noises coming from the next room.

At first, the groaning was subdued. Then it grew louder and louder and finally, turned into screams. The walls were however thick enough to only catch a few words. ‘…me…make me ha… argh…ummm…argh… No…Yes… Noooooo…!’

When the first scream bellowed so loudly that the walls reverberated, I jumped out of bed with my sword already drawn. In my half-asleep mind, someone was being held against his or her will. It was my knightly duty to accost such a fiend. And so I strode thunderously and kicked down the door to the next room.

‘Nooooo…!’ The girl shouted.

Striding in, my nostrils flared when I saw a wiry man on top of a girl. A rape, the most despicable thing a coward can do, was happening. The door splintered into many more pieces when I walked over in. The man jumped up immediately. His pale buttocks shining in the faint moonlight. I had no intention of killing. Rather I was so angry as the attack against the weaker sex that I wanted to really hurt. For a very long time.

I reversed my sword and pummeled his stomach first, bowling him over. His breath whooshed out. Then with a tiny fraction of my strength, I brought my fist down on his exposed chin. The crunching and crushing of his teeth was sweet music to my ears. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged him to the window. With a grunt, I helped him down from the second floor, naked and bleeding. I saw that he was not moving on the cobblestones below.

Satisfied that a fiend had been properly chastised, I went to gather his clothes. I would deny him the dignity of being clothed. From the bundle on the floor, a leather pouch dropped out. Curious, I picked it up and tied it to my belt. In the meantime, the victim had fled; no doubt that she would not allow me to glace at her shame and hurt.

Surprisingly, there were no other guests out in the hallway, even after the loud noise the door crashing to the floor. I guessed that I was the only paying guest, and the fiend took the opportunity of a lack of witnesses to perform his cowardly act. I immediately passed out when my head hit the pillow; the satisfaction of justice meted out tired me to no end.

 

[hybirdx]

Lekally

Lekally walked silently through the streets, not wanting to have anybodie to notice him "Man... Why do I have to do all these jobs? I rather be back at home training people!" Lekally looked around, wanting to see anybodie who would tell him about the beast that is said to be haunting them. "Come on... Why do these people have to be chickens!?! There's got to be one person that is brave enough to tell me who, or what is haunting these people!"

Instantly, he found a Full elven girl sitting at the fountain at the main street "Maybe she can give me a hand..."

 

[Guest]

Thurstor the Half Giant

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted. I forgot to subscribe to the thread. Until yesterday, I thought no one was posting. But Here I am now. )

Thurstor stood on the beach and looked out west over the Sea of Mist. He was still many kilometers from the city of Bayaran. He had decided that would be his destination. After becoming seperated from his friends during the fight he had made his way out of the forest and onto the main road between Bayaran and Aethown. He had set off south and had been traveling for days. He was tired and hungry. His old food since leaving his comrades had been a few rabbits and other small animals he had managed to kill and cook. His shirt fit loose and he'd been forced to pick up an old peice of rope to use as a belt to keep up his pants. His shoes were worn through and his sword hung loosely at his side. He sat down in the soft white sand and removed his shoes. He rubbed his huge feet and scowled at the smell coming from them. With his shoes off, He stood, removed the rest of his clothes and ran into the water flailing his arms around splashing in the water. When the water was just beneath his knees he plopped himself down in the water into a sitting position and splashed himself as best he could with the waters. Once he had finished with his bath, he returned to the beach and re-dressed and set off once more south towards Bayaran.

Hunger was bad enough. But being alone was worse in Thurstors eyes. He would have gladly shared the small rabbit he'd eaten yesterday, if there had been someone there to share it with. The lonliness was the worst. The only people he had seen since being seperated from his companions were a pair of highwaymen who had tried to rob him. They had become quite irritated when Thurstor informed them, he had nothing of value to give them. Then they insisted on his sword. They had gotten the sword, just the wrong end. He had left their bodies laying beside the road, their heads had been tossed well into the woods. If nothing else, perhaps the sight of this would discourage other bandits upon this road.

 

[hybirdx]

Slowly, Lekally walked up to the girl "Excuse me"

Almost instantly, the elven girl looked up "Yes?"

Lekally Froze at the sight of her beuty but quickly shook it off "ahem... I was wondering if you knew anything about something called the Yoshimo spider?"

All of a sudden the whole place stopped, and every bodie dropped every thing and turned to him. Some were filled with fear others, other looked at him like a new target to kill 'Uh-oh...'

"Who sent you boy!?" Said a man who walked torwards him. He seemed to be an huge man with an mean streak a mile away

Lekally was a bit scared, but only a bit "Some body named Yoba. Why do you ask?"

"I should have known! Ever since his daughter Yui was taken by that beast he had been after it!"

'I don't have time for this!' "Listen! All I want to do is Kill the spider, and find the girl! Simple as that!"

"Well even if you did find the spider It probaly killed the girl already! So why don't you just leave? Every time there is a hunter looking for that thing. And every time the hunter never returns, but the thing does and takes one of our young!"

"Well Why dont you give one more shot?" Lekally said with an evil smirk, "I asure you... When Spidy meets me, It won't be crawling up the water spout!"

 

[Zircon]

The rest of the map in three parts

 

[Zircon]

The rest of the map

 

[chewbacca71]

Perrin

Perrin and Revlin heard a large roar as they reached the end of the firestunted forest. They caustiously looked out from between the tree, looking for the source of the noise. To their chagrin, they realized that they had reached the shore and the noise had been the surf. The two friends ran to the shore, putting there aching feet in the water. The cool clean water did wonders for their sore chaffed feet. Perrin sat all the way in the water and scanned the horizon. He noticed a small rock not too far down the shore that was a few feet above the waterline. The distinctive pink color was one that he had never seen before. He motioned Revlin to silence as he slowly crept down the beach.

His heart almost stopped when the rock got out of the water on legs the size of small tree stumps and walked back to the shore. He shook his head in wonder. He had never seen a mobile rock before, maybe there was something in the water that caused them to have visions. Perrin looked over at Revlin for help.

 

[chewbacca71]

Revlin

Revlin looked over at his companion with a wry smile. "Perrin, dont you recognize that rock that walks. Maybe if we get closer you will realize who it is. " Revlin grabbed Perrins arm and pulled him closer. Once they were within a few feet they heard a small roar come from the rock. Revlin giggled as he put his hands to his mouth. "Thurstor, sounds like you are pretty hungry eh? Your stomach growling rivals the sound of the surf. "