Kings Call

[AlysaNewport]

THE KINGS CALL​

Red, wet as wine, thick as syrup fell like a raindrop off a tree limb but this liquid of life fell from the deep gash of the last standing Knight. His gaze trance upon the shadowy figure some three feet away, its deep red eyes sparkled with delight as the life force slipped away from the last hope of humankind, at least that is what the entity’s deep laughter considered as fact. One last fleeting look over the carnage of bodies the figure turned back down the corridor it previously traveled. Its laughter still echoing as it disappeared into the shadows.

The young squire stood by the horses waiting for her knights to return. The hour was growing long and dark would soon claim the land before her. Her dark green eyes scanned the small path that endeavored into the thick tree line in hopes of finding her master or any of the masters that ventured forth under the blessing of the King. She fidgeted about on her feet for she has been standing here for hours now, a command of restraint and endurance her master told her before departing the small camp. Her mind drifted from her task of keeping the horses at calm to what the knights could be doing. She grew somewhat impatient as the wild rebellious side of her began to show its rearing head. She turned to look at the horses still grazing and standing their ground as she should be doing but this was not going to happen.

Her gaze drifted from the horses to the path once more, an ache of wanting to see her masters returning swelled up in her eyes, as the path was just as barren as before. Grief and worry took a hold of her stomach as she manically surveyed the path and surrounding tree line in a fleeting hope that they would emerge. Her eyes dropped from the path as with her hope faded deep within her that they would return. The reason for them to be assigned this mission was unknown to her but it must have been urgent for so many knights to be assigned to this duty and now whatever they were to do must have went wrong.

Once more, her eyes went to the path, I am sorry master but I must abandon my post and seek help for I fear the worse has happened to you. Her words were nothing more than a whisper as if he would hear her voice regardless of how low she spoke. She turned and faced the horses in her last battle of standing her post or abandoning her duty and search for help. It was a short battle as her love for the older knight took precedence and she quickly took to the mount closes to her and dashed off toward town.

The reaction of the news was a quick one as the captain of the Knights received orders to gather a band of adventures to find out what happened to the band of knights and to take on their mission to completion. The Captain nodded his understanding of the orders and knew where to look for such adventurers. He himself wanted to do this mission for it was his knights and friends out there but his duty was here to ensure the safety of the city and the folks that live in it. The borderlands were still volatile with the Orc movements and shifting of power in the nearby kingdom. He immediately ordered the runners to post ads in nearby cities and towns along the borderlands and rim communities.

ATTENTION TO ALL THEE WHOM CLAIM TO BE ADVENTURERS OF THE REALM. THE KING OF ENDORIA ON URGENT MATTERS REQUESTS YOUR AID. ONLY THOSE WITH YEARS OF EXPERIENCE NEED TO APPLY FOR THE DANGER IS UNKNOWN BY THE MIGISTRY AND ITS COURT. THE MEETING PLACE FOR THOSE INTERESTED WILL OCCUR AT THE SILVER WOLF IN THE CAPITAL CITY OF ENDORIS AT DUSK ON THE FIFTH DAY, THIRD MONTH OF THE SOLOR SOLACE.

The Silver wolf was the Inn/Tavern that most newcomers to the city of Endoris visited for it was the newest of structures built in the new quadrant of the city. Its location only a few hundred yards from the city gate, and it being on Main Street made it a travelers and merchants heaven. It was renowned for its finest Dwarven ale, Elven wine and with the cooking prowess of the human culture put if far above all other establishments. It was ran by a group of mixed races that in their younger ages were also adventurers of renown, in which, it also aided in its draw to others in this growing profession.

The atmosphere was always one of old stories, Elven and Dwarven music combined with utter astonishing pleasantry, and laughter of those patrons enjoying the evening of entertainment. The barmaids of the Silver Wolf were chose on their appearance, canter and their willingness to undergo cleansing by the local clergy on a daily basis. They ranged from human to the newly allowed Half-Orc females. The Barkeeper, an older weathered skinned man, looked up from his task of drying a pint size mug, his deep blue eyes fixated upon the one standing in front of him. A scar marked his face added depth to his heavy frame. With a voice as gentle as a bard’s tone he exclaims, “How may I help you?”

OOC… All players welcomed! No character sheet needed just be descriptive of your character please. All other matters should come out in game play. I will remove this OCC once players begin to post… You may run some of the NPCS in this game but do not perform actions of other player characters.

 

[DellaDivina]

The Silver Wolf. It's reputation preceded it. Daniva sat in a corner, watching the goings on with interest. There were the usual sort, obvious locals, here for a quick ale and a bowl of stew. Then there were the other sort, drawn by the King's summons. She had never seen such a motley collection of mercenaries, cutthroats and rogues in her life. They were dressed to impress, in their chain mail and leather armors.

'Your one to talk,' she thought to herself, looking down at her own outfit. She wore a snug chain-mail shirt, a leather stripped kilt and leather grieves and bracers. On her back was a long, deadly looking blade and on her her feet were high leather boots. All in all, she had dressed for battle, the same as the rest, because she was worried about if she would be picked or not.

It had been a long trip from the northern boarder of Endoria, where she had been guarding merchant trains. She had carried her armor on her pack horse, dressing instead in a tight green, sleeveless tunic. Her long, brown hair had been pulled into two long braids, down her back, and her slightly tanned skin had shown on her bare arms and legs. All in all, she had not looked the part of a fighter, except for the blade on her back and the way that she moved. But as she was not dress for battle, there was not doubt as to her profession.

She swept her blue eyes over the room again, looking for whoever it was she was here to impress. She could not imagine the crown taking all of them. Maybe they would have contests of arms, before leaving on the mission? Part of her wondered what the mission was and if it were a fool's errand. The other part was simply greedy, and wanted the silver.

A tired looking barmaid approached her and smiled. "What can I get ya honey?"

"What's good?" She had precious little coin left to spend on food, but her stomach was empty.

"Well the stew has a bit of actual meat in it tonight, though I can't say for sure which kind. The bread is freshly baked though."

Daniva nodded. "I'll take a bit of both, and a pint of ale." The woman nodded and moved away, back into the throng.

A few minutes later, Daniva found herself in possession of some passable stew, a warm ale and some good bread. Dipping the crusty bread into her stew, she waited and ate.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Mikita wrapped her pale thin fingers around the thickness of her oaken staff, it's glossy black color exterior showed its strange, but unique properties to all whom took their time to study it. Her dark blue orbs scanned over the freshly drawn up parchment indicating that the crown of Endoria sleeked aid in a undisclosed problem that they apparently could not deal with. She frowned for a moment as the hope of just dealing with giant rats was taken out of the equation. Still the need of supplies required coinage and she was running low on a few regents and basic survival items. With a half-way smirk she decided a trip to the siver wolf was in order. Upon turning and walking toward the inn she remembered the rumors of the Orc movements on the border. 'Gah!' her mind spoke her feelings of dealing with the humanoid rats! Sighing she continued her journey down the street.

Her eyes darting at the gawking men as she only wore her leather brassiere and skirting, she wish now that she didn't sacrifice her robes to the mangy merchant but a rash was something that annoyed her more than the gawking men. She smiled a few times as the men were caught gawking and were clobbered by their wives. 'Deserves them right' she whispered to herself. She was so glad she found the mystic arts for that took up her time and made man browsing a less important event.

Entering into the inn was a welcoming for in here her grab would at least attract someone of a higher profession than a pig breeder, or so she hoped, but it was even better for no one really paid attention to her for on stage dancing was a very nude and attractive red head girl entertaining the men. Quietly she walked up to the counter and greeted the heavy framed man."Greetings, I wish to have a piece of chicken, ale and bread please." the keeper nodded and gestured for her o find a table and her meal will be brought to her. She nodded and went her way.

Her eyes darted around the room and a frown appeared over her ace as there was no table that wasn't occupied. She sighed a heavy breath before spotting a single female eating alone. She smiled for her good fate and slowly ade her way towards the woman. Her blue orbs studied the woman for sometime before coming up to the table, her hand pushing back some of the blond strands out of her eyes.

"HI, I was wondering if you would mind sharing your table?" she whispered just loud enough for the woman to hear her. "I do not wish to disturb the show watching gentlemen." she added as she waited for the woman to respond..

Mikita

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[DellaDivina]

Daniva had not noticed the blonde approaching her, until she was almost on top of her. She prided herself on her powers of observation, but in her own defense, the red headed dancer was quite distracting. When she did notice the blond, she quite forgot about the dancer. She carried herself like a fighter, but wasn't dressed in heavy armor. It made Daniva wince. She knew some were fast enough not to need heavy armor, but that did not mean they could avoid a stray arrow. Still, the woman looked quite fetching, dressed as she was in a leather brassiere. Daniva caught herself staring and quickly looked away.

"HI, I was wondering if you would mind sharing your table? I do not wish to disturb the show watching gentlemen." The woman's voice came off as a loud whisper, which Daniva strained to hear.

She nodded and moved down on the bench to give the woman room, before holding out her hand. "I'm Iva. Have a seat. Ya, wouldn't want to interrupt the show." She whispered as well, though she was unsure her voice would even carry in the noisy pub.

The dancer on stage was writhing now, and the men were going crazy. One or two tried to climb onto the stage, but a burly, bald bouncer stepped up and escorted each back to his seat. Daniva had been a bit worried for the woman, until she got a look at the bouncer. He was proportioned like a dwarf, but stood almost a full head hired than most of the men. Whenever someone reached out for the dancer, the bald man would simply frown, causing their hand to withdraw.

One man was drunk enough, and apparently stupid enough, to disagree with the bouncer's rules, and reached out from his seat touched the dancer's twirling rump. He was unceremoniously removed from his seat, but the scruff of his neck, and bodily thrown out of the swinging doors of the pub.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Mikita nodded her appreciation with a tint of a blush to her face for she did notice the stare the woman gave to her upon her approach, for it was the same stare she just experienced on her way to this establishment. It was quickly dropped for the woman pulled her gaze away and extended her hand out with an introduction of herself. Mikita extended her hand and took the soft hand of The strangers into hers. She felt the calluses within the woman's hand and allowed her eyes to drift over the woman. If it wasn't for the Condiction of the woman's hand she wouldn't even considered this woman as a warrior. She was impressed by this way of her for even the underestimation was a tool to use when it comes to combat."Thank you Iva for your Kindness, I'm Mikita." she slowly released the woman's hand with a nod.

Her attention followed those of Iva at the foolish hounds of lust and desire with a shaking of her head. She has been to places of many and it is the same when it comes to the male hormones. A slight smile comes to her face as she was thankful for this weakness for she has had many a discount on her regents just by showing a little skin to them. Her eyes looked over the woman once more as she was watching the events unfold. She noticed the soup and half eaten bread of Iva and felt an unease when her plate was brought to her, "Umm, would you mind bringing another order just like this one to my friend here." her eyes looked over to Iva. The barmaid nodded and scurried off to get the order. Mikita slid the food over to her was age would wait for the second order. "Please eat, you will need more than soup to keep your strength and well being up." She spoke at a higher tone for Ths whispering was a strain in this atmosphere.

"So if I may, are you from Endoris or just passing through?" she made the attempt to continue a dialog with the woman in hopes to find a companion to linger to while answering the kings call. She would rather be linked to this warrior instead of a male that would go out of his way to impress her and that would put them both in danger. She always needed a warrior close by to protect her til she had the time to cast her spells. A set back for now till she becomes more adapt in her skills and mastery of the arcane arts.

 

[DellaDivina]

"Please eat, you will need more than soup to keep your strength and well being up."

Daniva was startled by the gesture of kindness. There had been little enough of it in her upbringing and none in her time in the army. She didn't declined though, for she had precious little coin to spare. Her armor needed mending, and that came before her stomach.

"Thank you for your kindness." She dipped her head, almost formally.

"So if I may, are you from Endoris or just passing through?"

Passing through. She was always just passing through and thus it had been for four long years now, ever since the incident which had drive her from her homeland of Thresh.

"Passing through." She ripped off a strip of chicken with her fingers and ate it eagerly. It had been to long since meat passed her lips. "And you?" She could tell that the woman was no warrior, nor was she a simple commoner. At a guess, she was a spell flinger; a witch. That did not immediately engender trust in Daniva, especially after the incident, but the woman's kindness had helped her determine that she was to be trusted.

On stage the red haired dancer had finally stopped her dance, probably tired after her gyrations. The bouncer threw a white drape around her form, as men started to bid on her services for the evening. The whole affair mad Daniva a bit sick to her stomach, though the goddess knew who close she had come to selling herself, when she had been out of coin and starving.

 

[wombat9966]

Magnus opened the door of the Inn and allowed his eyes to become adjusted to the light before he closed the door behind him. Looking around the crowded interior he studied the various people gathered here. The locals stood out huddled together in a corner in rugged but functional clothing. Most of the other patrons looked to be here for the same reason he was, the kings summons. There were people in various styles of armor, ones with fanciful staff's and more with the look of a rouge. Some of the conversations stopped as his presence was noted. It was unusual to see a Barbarian in Endoris and Magnus was no ordinary Barbarian. He stood a good 7 and a half feet tall and was heavily muscled. He was dressed in leather pants and a plain homespun shirt. Along both his arms he had his Tribes markings tattooed down to his hands and his bright yellow hair and beard were plaited in a special way known only to his tribe. Most people thought he was at least close to 25 years of age but the truth was he had just turned 18 and this was his first solo adventure.

He looked for a vacant table and noticed several men moving towards the stage where a young woman was wrapped in a cloak. Slipping into the chair vacated by one of them he noticed the two women sitting at the table next to him eating their meal, but they were concentrating on each other. He unstrapped his huge war hammer from his side and laid it on the table which groaned at the weight and waited until a haggard waitress strode past. "Water and a meal please with bread if there is any," he ordered in a low rumbling voice. She smiled and hurried away and Magnus sat back to wait.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Mikita smiled at the woman's thankfulness, and nodded her head in return. She watched as the woman was savoring the taste of the chicken, the sparkle in the wonan's eyes made Mikita Slightly chuckle for it reminded her of the child she gave a silver piece to so he may go and buy some hard candy. She savored that moment for a month now, and now she has this image to fall back on to rise her spirt, which to her dismay has been occurring more than she liked ener since she spoken to the Great Sage, his words still caused cold shivers to run down her spine. It has been three months that he has spoken with her and yet she has not seen any sign of the events that he declared would happen happen, this she was not sure if she should worry or pass off as a misinterpretation on the images that he seen. Time would only reveal itself when it chooses.

Mikita returned her attention to Daniva when she answered her question. She wondered if she even knew about the Kings Call? She really hoped that the woman was here for that reason. She tossed the thought of just asking her but that felt like she was nosing into the woman's business, but that is exactly what Mikita wanted to do on this topic, but just before she asked the woman asked her if she was passing through the city. She wanted to answer the woman with a statement what would also answer hers. "No, business with the king has brought me to this city. Not to mention the mages guild for which houses one of the highest court Mages known to the world. A dreamy smile finds its way to her lips. She has always wanted to fall under the teachings of a court mage every since she threw her first sleep spell which put her whole family to sleep but that happens now and then in the arcane arts.

She looked down as the plate was placed in front of her, she smiled and gave the maiden a silver piece. "keep the exchange." she smiled to the maiden who nodded to her with thankful gestures. "I hate these times for there is so much suffering, although I have not noticed the suffering here as much or as hard. Maybe the King is a generous man." she only hoped for maybe she could possibly call this home! Her focus shifted when some of the noise level dropped real quick, her first though was that someone of renown walked in, but when she turned and looked het throat lumped up and her eyes widened, her body trembled "Death is upon us all! " was the only words that passed over her whitening face....

 

[DellaDivina]

Davina listened to the other woman's story, as she tore into the chicken, reducing it quickly to a pile of bones. She saw the dreamy look in the woman's eyes, as she talked of the court magician. Maybe she knew him and was in love with him? That would explain her demeanor, and also serve to squelch many amorous intentions which Davina had felt toward the woman. With a sigh, she took a long drink of her ale, and then set about drinking the rest of her soap by tipping the bowl to her mouth, not withing to miss a single drop.

Mikita suddenly exclaimed, "Death is upon us all!" She looked as white as a sheet and was trembling. Davina's hand rose to grasp the handle of her sword, as her head whipped around. She spotted the giant who had just entered, and half rose out of her chair, as she drew her sword. She did not know who he was, but she would protect this woman from him, for the kindness she had shown her. "Get behind me," she said. She watched as the man simply sat down and ordered food.

After a moment of watching him do nothing out of the ordinary, she suddenly felt foolish and sheathed her blade. Was the woman an oracle then, and the giant just a coincidence? She had seen oracles work before and had never know a true oracle to be wrong.

 

[wombat9966]

Magnus noted how the women had reacted to his presence and sighed. It was usually the way with people not of the tribes unless they wanted someone to fight for them. Even then they still didn't trust his kind. He had been told he was being foolish to come here to fight for this 'King' of theirs but the truth was their were no more mighty quests to be done up north. He needed to prove himself in battle against a worthy foe and all such had already died. No more dragons, wights, undead, anything good.

He had come south because he had heard they still had such they still had such monsters and this summons proved that. He had been fighting since his 14th birthday and had earned the respect of his tribe, but he could not take his rightful place until this mighty deed was done.

Finally the barmaid returned with his meal and a large pitcher of clear water. he thanked her and paid her with a silver piece and waved off any change. He knew how hard these ladies worked and how little they made. It was different where he was from but since coming here he had learned there ways and what little he could do to help he was glad to do. She gave him a happy smile and disappeared back into the throng of people as he began his meal. It was not the best but also not the worst he had eaten. At least the bread was fresh and the water was cool.
He noted that the woman had sheathed her sword and finally sat down but the other one still looked at him like he was a monster. Well he guessed she would not be adventuring with him. Putting them out of his mind he fell to finishing his meal.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Mikita placed her hand upon the fighter's arm as she lowered her weapon back into its scabbard. She felt foolish upon setting the fighter off on a defensive stance with her words. she kept her hand upon the woman's arm. "My apologies Daniva, I did not mean the Barbarian was our death but what he represents does." she knew this would confuse her but she didn't want to go into what was told her of when the Northern men moved south. It was the sign that he has awaken and has once again shed blood, blood that the northern men seek to claim their place. She looked over to him once more before looking back into the confused face of Daniva. "The North men seek the living dead to came their place in the tribe. Have you ever seen a Northern man here in The Kingdom before this day?" she knew the answer to that question but wanted Daniva to search back her memories and confirm this fact before she said anymore.

While Daniva searched her memory, Mikita turned back to the Northman with an intense wonder if he was a next in line to become the lord of his tribe or a thane. She diverted her eyes to the stage where most eyes was staring at either watching the action with the red head or was waiting for the next bare flesh to step upon the stage. She admired the courage of those women but also had that disgust in the pit of her stomach. How could someone give their body to so many differant men and woman she whispered to herself. She shook her head to break her concentration of it all.

Her eyes moved back to Daniva taking in a better look of her. Her mind going back to the way Daniva was looking at her and the way she was watching the red head as if she was wanting to bed one of them. She looked down at the table with a burning feeling upon her face at the thought of it. She has never been bedded by a female before or even considered it before and now here she was wondering if Daniva wanted to bed one of them! She shook her head again trying to get rid of the thought and then realized she was still touching the arm of the woman. Instantly she pulled her hand away...

 

[DellaDivina]

"My apologies Daniva, I did not mean the Barbarian was our death but what he represents does. The North men seek the living dead to claim their place in the tribe. Have you ever seen a Northern man here in The Kingdom before this day?"

Davina was very aware of Mikita's hand on her forearm, and as a result almost missed the question. When her brain finished processing it, she shook her head.

"No, truth be told I have never seen a North man before, but if he is a average specimen of his race, it is little wonder that they come to The Kingdom. We've living dead and strange beasts enough to make any warrior happy."

Part of her wondered what it would take to win a place in the tribe of such men as this one. Was he short for his race, or simply freakishly tall? Part of her had a mind to go speak to the North man.

The woman with the red hair was lead away by the winning bidder, and another woman took her place on stage. She was a slender beauty, with slim hips and a modest bust. Her long blond hair hung free, falling between her breasts and down her back, touching her upper thighs. She swayed and moved to the music with less enthusiasm than the red head, and did not look to be enjoying the experience much.

The men were hooting and hollering, much as they had before, but a few seemed disappointed by her performance and shouted at her to move her hair, or to dance with more abandon. One man lunged at the stage, and was stopped by the bald bouncer, but not before the blond dancer had pulled back from him in fear.

Davina decided she had seen just about enough of the poor girl on stage being whored out, when she obviously was scared of her role. She was about to step forward, to bid on the girl herself, and so give her a peaceful evening, when the crowd hushed at the sound of a trumpet blast.

 

[wombat9966]

Magnus had finished his meal and had been watching the woman on stage. He could not understand why she was dancing in front of such a crowd as this. It was obvious to him that she was terrible at it and she would never make any money if this was the best she could do.

Then one of the men in the crowd lunged at her and she cringed back with a look of pure horror on her face, even as he was stopped by the bald man at the front of the stage. Magnus's face began to turn red with fury as the nature of the situation the girl was in dawned on him. She was not up there willingly, but was being forced to act that way. For a Tribesman that was one of the worst insults you could heap on a lady. They didn't even do that to prisoners of war.

His hand had already reached across the table and wrapped itself around his war hammer's shaft and he was rising to his feet, when a loud trumpet blast stopped him and the rest of the crowd. Sitting back down he noted that the blonde dancer had hurried off stage and he gave a small grin as he waited to see what was going to happen next.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Mikita was about to comment on Daniva's statement when the intrusion of a horn erupted the atmosphere bringing the scene at the stage to a halt. She allowed her eyes to follow to the inn's door as most of he patrons sve done. A rather small quizzical smirk crossed her face when her eyes fell upon the individual that now stood there.

All eyes diverted to the door where a rather unique Dwarf stood in the doorway. His aging long black beard was peppered with streaks of white, his skin showed signs of weathering. Upon his back, and towering over his shoulder was a unique handle belonging to an impressive battle axe. His tattered cloak barely covered the gleaming rays of his dwarven chainmail armor. His stature was that of great strength and experience of whom most of the employees of the establishment knew. "What in the hell do you jackals think you are doing!" the Dwarfs voice thundered over the room, "The next man to stand from his chair and moves toward the stage will not be walking out of this establishment alive! I didn't not create this establishment as a whore house!" His anger flashed in the dark blue orbs of his.

He stepped into the inn with his head shaking at all that he looked upon. His eye's showing his disheartened attitude at the quality of the patrons he was measuring up. His gaze stopped upon the Barbarian. "Northman," he gave his approving nod as he passed the table and continued to walk toward the center of the common room. His eyes continued to scan over the room. His demeanor made a few patrons stand up and leave the inn with a little haste in their step. He waited for all those types to leave before clearing his throat.

"All those that are not here to answer the call of the King get your asses out of here now!" His voice thundered once more. His eyes looked about as more of the chair takers at the stage rose up and headed for the door moving as fast as the others before them did. Soon there where only about twenty patrons still sitting about the common room. "Now this s much better!" he moved over to the counter and ordered a meal. Tossing a handful of gold coins on the countertop he looked at the keeper. "All the woman dancers we have working here gets a gold piece each. The stripping and whoring stops in this establishment. This night!" his voice commanded.

Turning back to look upon the rest that remained. "The king will be here shortly! I suggest you take the few moments you have to pair up with the ones you would like to work with on this calling, and get to know at least the names ye all have." He turns back to the food that was placed before him and begins to eat...

Mikita turns to Daniva, "Well it seems like the meeting has begun." she looked back at the Dwarf for a moment before standing up, she gestured to Daniva to follow before she walked over to him. "Greetings, I'm Mikita." her words whispered to the Dwarf in which was only answered with a gesture for her to sit down beside him which she does.

 

[wombat9966]

Magnus was impressed with the way the Dwarf had handled the room. Most of the Low life's had fled from him and now it seemed that only the true fighters were left. He was still not certain about some of them but if they were willing to risk this ones wrath they must be warriors themselves.

Magnus had also been impressed at the way the dwarf had handled the business with the women. Here was a man he could respect and fight for. He had noted the look of approval as he had passed his table and so when he had called out for them to form up into groups he had begun to stand, thinking of approaching the dwarf. However the two women that had been sitting next to him got there first and remembering their reaction to him he decided to remain seated and wait to see if anyone approached him.

 

[DellaDivina]

Davina followed Mikita over to where the dwarf was sitting, glad that the dancing and whoring was over with. She had not minded the red haired dancer, who had obviously been willing, but the blond had bothered her. She assumed that this dwarf owned the pub. She wondered why his bouncer, if that was what he was, had allowed the situation to start in the first place. Maybe he was getting kickbacks for allowing the dancing when the owner was absent?

Davina spoke up. "And I'm Davina. Mikita, I will be back in a moment."

She headed over to where the Northman sat, minding his own business. She felt some guilt over the way she had drawn on the man, without his even acting in a threatening manner. Standing beside him, she realized that he was almost taller than her, sitting down. It was disconcerting.

"Sir, I am Davina. I beg your forgiveness for drawing my sword upon your appearance. I was merely acting to protect my companion, but I should not have assumed the worst from you." She hoped he accepted, but if he didn't it was fine with her. She did not necessarily have to work with the man.

Around the pub groups of two and three were pairing off, and introducing themselves. Some seemed to know each other and were laughing at old exploits and adventures. A few sat apart, in silence, obviously not wishing to join up with confederates. She was the only one who had approached the North Man.

 

[wombat9966]

Magnus had been surprised when the Brown haired warrior had walked over to his table but he was even more so when she apologized.
Grinning he dipped his head in gratitude and shook his hand to show there were no misgivings. "Do not worry Davina, I have gotten that response at numerous Taverns in these Southern lands. I have learned not to take offense at it unless it is truly given. Besides two such lovely ladies have a right to defend themselves against a brute such as I," Magnus laughed.
"My name is Magnus Odinson and like you I am here because of the Kings summons. If you could get your companion to agree, maybe we could team up? Of course if she is too afraid of me I will understand and will look for companions elsewhere."

 

[DellaDivina]

Davina smirked. "Ya, I can tell your a brute." More like a smooth talker. She smiled at him, thinking that a warrior as big at him might be an asset to their team. She certainly wasn't afraid of him. She was used to going up against male warriors who were bigger and stronger than her, but rarely had she met one as fast as she was. "I'll ask her. See you around." She turned and made her way back over to where Mikita was sitting with the dwarf.

She found an empty stool nearby and took a seat. "The big oaf over there wants to join up with us. I didn't make any promises, but what do you think? He doesn't seem a bad sort."

 

[AlysaNewport]

Mikita looked at the dwarf for a moment waiting to see if he had anything to say, but as of yet the man has said nothing since he gestured her to take a seat. She watched as he took a hearty bite of his chicken only to show his proper up bringing by wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin. Her eyes drifted from him back to Daniva with an approving look to her eyes. "Yes, his size, if nothing else will come in handy." she spoke with little contempt for the barbarian.

The moment Mikita finished with her statement. The dwarf dropped his piece of chicken and looked over to Mikita," See that war hammer he is wielding, they don't give war hammers to the unproven, instead they get clubs till they pass the hall of tests, which means he bested five warriors at one time. Now wizard, even you with your mighty spells would have a challenge to accomplished that. I know your weakness Mage, I shall not speak of this weakness, but don't you think that you would want him of front of you as you speak your chant?" he looked at her with a respectful gaze but one of sternness as well.

Mikita looked at him with a little frustration on her face."My rank I would easily defeat five warriors! So much for your knowledge!" she spat back at him but then her face changed to a fearful look. Her eyes drops down and sees the dagger the dwarf held to her rib as the point made its presences known. She raised her eyes to him and only nodded her understanding. Her eyes drifted over to Daniva with fear and confusion.

"Don't be so sure of yourself wizard for always believe that there is someone always better than you and you shall live longer." He removed the dagger and placed it back into his belt. Then looked over to Daniva," You will do well to heed those words as well." Standing up,"Northman! Come sit with us!" his voice boomed over the chatter. "Now ladies respect him for if you don't I will make sure that you will never work in Endoria again." He stood up and greeted the Barbarian with the warriors arm greeting. "My name is Galron Delkrak." His hand gesturing all to have a seat...

 

[DellaDivina]

Daniva had respect for the North man, or rather a healthy respect for his abilities, if not his unknown character. For that matter, she knew little of her other companion, to trust her so quickly. Offering her a meal might be a kindness, or the work of a con artist. Only time would tell.

She nodded to the North man as he approached and then took a seat next to Mikita and across from the dwarf. This left the end of the table free for the North man.

Across the bar two men were getting into a heated discussion over something, though it did not seem to be coming to blows. She assumed that the dwarf would step in if it did. The bald bouncer was keeping a wary eye on them also.

"So Galron, you seem to be in the know. Why has the king called us together?" She did not really expect him to answer with the truth, even if he did know, but curiosity was killing her.

She found herself watching Mikita out of the side of her eye. Part of her wished that they had more time to get to know each other, before the dwarf and the North man stepped into the picture. She tucked this stray though back into her head and tried to concentrate on the task as hand.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Galron looked from the Northman to Daniva down to the table upon hearing her question. His silence was not to unnerve them but was a moment he had to weight his position compared to the Kings. Was it his place to inform them of the quest or shall he leave that matter to the king. His eyes seemed to twitch while he bit down on his teeth contemplating the situation. He rose his eyes from the table to capture the sideways glare that Daniva was giving to the wizard. His inner voice wanted to tell her that was a bad move but kept it to himself for who knows this wizard could be unlike the others, doubtful, but nonetheless, still possible.

Mikita glared at the dwarf with his words of common sense. She wondered if he was talking from experience or just heard that from someone else. She wasn't a first year spell slinger by no means for she has been around for awhile and walked with experience. Yes, she was young but she started her training at the age of three and have been doing nothing else with her time but learning the arcane inside and out.

Her brow rose up upon the question that Daniva asked and the way Galron responded. What could he possibly know what the King was calling for unless he was a member of the King's court! That made her feel a bit more belittled toward her feelings toward him but still made her angry that he was treating her like a novice. An urge rose to question him deeper but knew that he was experienced in this matter and would be able to dance around the matter with no problems. She gazed over to the Northman with a nod but instantly returned to the Dwarf.

She looked over at Daniva and the way she was looking at the dwarf and wanted to hug her for her being next to her now that the others were here close to them. She did feel safe around this woman and the dwarf was wrong she would rather have Daniva standing in front of her for she trusted this one already and where as the Northman, he had other things on his mind as well as the groups safety. Yes, she would not ask him to move from standing in front of her but she knew that he had a warriors code to fight and he would advance to help instead of falling back to protect her.

Galron looked up from his deep thought to each one at the table. "It is not my place to speak of this quest before the King so I shall not say, however, I will say that out of all these men answering this call." his eyes draws heavy brow, "Only two of you will come back from this. This is by no means a hunt for giant rats or Orc hunting...Knights of the court have already died by what lurks in the deep shadow." his voiced traveled off along with is mind as if maybe he knew these Knights that have died...

 

[DellaDivina]

The dwarf looked up and spoke, his voice full of foreboding. "It is not my place to speak of this quest before the King so I shall not say, however, I will say that out of all these men answering this call. Only two of you will come back from this. This is by no means a hunt for giant rats or Orc hunting...Knights of the court have already died by what lurks in the deep shadow."

Davina found herself clutching Mikita's hand and then stopped herself and pulled her hand away again. What situation could be so dower that that the knights of the court could not handle it. And, what did he mean when he said that only two of them would return? Was he an oracle, or was there a prophesy? If there was, she did not wish to hear it. She found magic itself difficult enough to comprehend, or to trust, but orals and prophets she feared. It had been such a prophecy which had foretold her parents deaths, and it had come to pass. If she were fated for a similar end, she did not wish to know it.

She fought with herself for a moment, and then stood up. "Excuse me for a moment please." She crossed the pub and stepped outside for a moment to catch her breath. The pain of her parent's passing was still to real and near in her mind, as if it had happened a year ago, and not ten. She was still furious with the village witch who had foretold their doom. I'll just stand here for a minute, until I calm down, she told herself, and then go back in.

The witch had seen her parents' cottage burning to the ground, and then had seen Davina mourning over their graves. From that moment on, her parents had taken extra precautions to never leave a candle burning or leave the fire unattended. They had even paid dearly to have their thatch roof replaced with tile, like the village inn. It had only been a month later that war swept through the land, and enemy soldiers had burnt down half of the village, including the cottage of her parents. She had been in the forest, picking mushrooms, when it happened, and arrived when it was to late to try and save them. Her uncle, who took her in, tried to tell her that the witch wasn't to blame, but to that day, she did not believe him.

 

[AlysaNewport]

Mikita's eyes lowered from looking at the ones around her to the table top for her mind was swirling about in many directions. Her breathing was slightly elevated by the words of the dwarf. Her emotion of fear crept into her persona for she had heard about the Knights of Endoria and their triumphs. How could a king put out a call for adventurers to battle something that his Knights could not do? Was this king a maniac or simply didn't care about the life he has sending to their deaths! She lifted her eyes to meet those of the dwarf with fear burning in them.

She searched the face, the eyes of this dwarf, and even turned to the Northman in search of answers of how can we expect to stop this if the knights couldn't! Panic settled deep within Mikita as she reeled back on even considering joining this lost cause. How can one be so stupid in going on this quest? She looked over at the others in the room and realized that many of them would be leaving as well. That is why the King was posting this all over the place for he knew many would leave.

She slightly jumped when Devina grasped her hand but in response grasped hers back until the woman pulled free. She shot a look over to her With concern and instantly stood up when the woman excused herself and walked out of the inn. Mikita looked at the two foe a moment."Excuse me why I go check on her." Mikita didnt wait for them to say anything as she headed outside.

Mikita noticed the way Daniva was staring off into the horizon in deep emotional distress. She stood for a few moments watching the woman fight her pain for a few moments before she made her presence by reaching out and placing her hand on the tall woman's shoulder. "I see the pain in your heart and wish to know if your okay. I do not mean to trespass on your life but you seem to need someone at the moment." she looked upon the woman with concern, "I on the other hand don't have the pain you have, but fear of what this quest holds for all of us." she wiped at her eyes brushing away the tear of fear. She reached out and took Daniva hand into hers and looked up to her..

 

[wombat9966]

Magnus had been quiet since he had been invited over to the table. He was sure the dwarf respected him and knew a little of his culture, and the woman warrior had looked at him with what he thought was at least a touch of friendship or at least camaraderie in her eyes. It was the smaller woman that still looked at him with disdain that bothered him. He had already guessed that she was a spell slinger of some sort and while his tribe did not have many the ones they had were mostly healers and stayed well out of battles. The few battle mages he had seen had used simple spells and their weapons.

Until he had come south he did not even know there were mages that simply used magic to fight. He had observed such a fight and had noticed that a well placed arrow could have ended the fight at any time, but after the first few minutes any warrior near the mages would have been fried by the magics they had conjured up.

As the discussion turned to the mission he sat forward eagerly. This was what he was here for. That Galron described it as a highly dangerous mission was all the more reason for him to stay. If this hunt made it into the ballads and he survived, his place in the tribes was secure. Even if he didn't his place in the afterlife was guaranteed so he was happy either way.

He was surprised when the warrior excused herself and headed outside looking pale. He had thought her made of sterner stuff and if anyone was going to flee he would have put money on the little mage. He was not surprised to see her rush off after her, probably as much to avoid him as to be near her. He sighed and looked at the dwarf who had gone back to eating his meal and drinking his ale with a thoughtful look on his face. He was not going to get anymore information from him. Hopefully it wouldn't be long until this king arrived and he finally found out what he was here to kill.

Gesturing for the barmaid he got another flagon of water and sat back to study the rest of the people in the room while waiting to see if the women returned or not.

 

[AlysaNewport]

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NIA​

The parchment remained clinched in her hand as she walked past the two females just outside the inn with nothing more than a nod to them. Her muscular frame and animal skins gave here commonplace away to those who took time to look upon her. Her fiery red hair slightly covered her tribe markings upon the side of her face which wasn't on purpose, it was just the orthodox moment of her just not pushing her hair back. She was tired from the long journey and somewhat frustrated at the bandits that she encountered just a few hours ago on the roadside that delayed her earlier arrival. she feared that she missed the meeting, but now her not seeing a lot of people outside the inn gave her hope. She looked over her shoulder once more at the two women before turning and pushing open the heavy oak door.

Stepping inside the inn her instinct kicked in as she gazed over the inn's common room. She noted each person and their location before allowing her eyes to travel over for the second time the rather large Northern Brother. She smiled at this situation for it just now took an interesting turn. Her eyes then traveled to the Dwarf that he was sitting with and a slight recognition came to her, he was in the compaign of the northern Giants! This was getting better with each moment!

Her smile never left her face as she walked up to the table."Greetings Brother! Galron it's nice to see you once more." She exclaimed while removing the battle axe from her back and leaning it against the table. "I wish to join this calling Galron." She spoke while pulling up a chair. Her eyes moving back to the Northman, "My name s Nia of the winter rose tribe." she extended her hand..