Journey to the Underworld (Closed for Rogue Radon)

[Lordmikel]

The small band of orcs was causing problems north of the little town of TreeRoot. In the beginning in it was mainly livestock, but the farmers were beginning to see them more as the orcs got braver. The farmers began to fear for their own lives. They started journeying in pairs or groups, no one wandered alone.

The townspeople sent word to the larger neighboring town which has a guild for adventurers. They are always handy for clearing out an orc nest and most will do it for a good meal and a word of thanks. Occasionally a wench will sacrifice a night to spend with one as a reward, the wenches never seem to complain about that sacrifice.

So it came to pass that two adventurers did finally arrive. The warrior was easy to spot as warriors always are. The other one, if you looked closer, one could almost see the magic emanating from him. He wore a heavy clock, which covered him completely. The dark green of the cloak almost allowing him to blend into the shadows as he walked.

Finally he pulled back the hood of his cloak and you could see his good looks. He had blonde hair and green eyes as he looked around. It was more than a casual glance, he was watching and looking for whatever might be out there.

"They say there are orcs, but I haven't even seen any sign of one." Course he knew they were also coming from the wrong side of town and the problem was further north. The talk was more to keep some kind of conversation going.

 

[RogueRadon]

As the two adventurers made there way to the nearby town, Yelva's piercing blue eyes scanned the horizon. Occasional drifting to the man walking beside her, if only to make sure he was still there. He moved so silently, even on this rough gravel road. Yelva herself was no clumsy stumbling oaf, but her heavy boots made loud crunching noises as she walked. Her chainmail hauberk would rustle and clink. The longer the two walked in silence the more aware she became of her every sound. She was thankful when Cainon finally spoke.

"No. I don't suspect they'd travel this far from nest." She said as she glanced over at Cainon. He'd taken his hood down and she couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. His blonde hair and green eyes were sure to make him many a friend at the inn. Yelva on the other hand often drank alone in other towns. Her tall muscular form and swirling tattoos made most men nervous. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in braids and her feminine curves were hard to see under he armor, but she liked it that way.

"If they are as bad as the townsfolk say they are, it shouldn't be long though. You think you can handle it?" Yelva spoke with just a tinge of sarcasm on her lips. Farmers tended to over exaggerate things. More than once she'd traveled many miles and many days to find that the 'Great Beast' stalking a town was no more than an ordinary wolf.

 

[Lordmikel]

Cainon laughed at Yelva's joke. He had never worked with the warrior women before although he had seen her at the Guild a few times. He always thought she seemed quite lonely, keeping to herself most times. When they had received the summons it was decided the threat should be small enough that some magic and brawn should be able to handle it.

Cainon was a bit more than magic, having learned the occasional thief skill as well over the years.

Finally they spotted the small town ahead of them. "Do you think they will rush us out to kill the orcs or do you think they will feed us first?"