Not Another Medieval Thread...

[Quiet_Cool]

This thread is based entirely on fantasy, with characters who are based less on the all-powerful, gods of war type characters than everyday types who find themselves caught up in adventure. If you're interested in joining in, check out the OOC thread of the same name:
OOC: not another medieval thread...

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Dust

He could feel it out there, eyes shifting among the trees, searching. He was well-hidden, but not so well hidden that he knew he was safe, or that the child was safe for that matter. And there lies the problem, he thought. If it finds me here, nestled in the hollowed trunk of this old oak tree, I had no way of escape.
And it was only a matter of time before the child made a sound, drawing it to thier location.
He peered out into the near darkness. The moon overhead alone gave him enough light to see. Almost forty yards away, it's dark frame hardly noticable between two large tree trunks.
Now or never, he thought, and moved slowly out into the woods again, trying to move without sound and in slow, not so noticable movements.
But couldn't they see in the dark? He asked himself. A shiver ran down his spine, all too familiar for the events that had occured in the last two hours.
He'd found the child beside the road, just as night was falling, a woman he guessed to be its mother laying nearby, unmoving. Three wolves were there, two fighting one another over the woman's carcass, one pulling vigorously on its upper arm and the other digging its fangs into the throat.
He ignored those two, having come closer after hearing the child crying, and eyed the one that stood over the child, still wrapped in the blankets its mother had wrapped it in.
It appeared unaggressive, but the actions of the other two made me weary. He couldn't fight them off, he knew. There was no way. A dwarf with a hand axe and a pick, battling three wolves...not a chance. Perhaps his predecessors might have been able to do so; they'd been warriors. But he was a miner, and that was all, and he wasn't proving much at that either.
He couldn't leave the child though, so he inched nearer, keeping one hand on the wooden handle of what was either his pick or axe, he wasn't sure which.
He was almost near, thinking that perhaps he could use a bit of jerky in his pack to lure the animal away. It raised its head to him, as if suddenly aware of his presence. He was only three feet away by then, reaching with his free hand for the pouch of jerky on his belt. He froze, his eyes meeting its eyes, held his breath and listened to the sudden sound of his heart thudding at an incredible pace in his ears.
He really noticed the creature for the first time then. Its fur was dark brown, salt and peppered with flecks of white and black, its eyes ringed in black like a raccoon's. And those eyes...they glowed red at thier core, while showing no actual color otherwise.
He realized suddenly that he was in much further over my head than he'd realized. He expected it to lunge, to take his throat out in a single movement, but instead, its head suddeny turned, raising higher and glancing off in the distance. The other two wolves did the same, all three of them seeming focused on some invisible object in the distance.
The other two, neither distinctively marked, howled up at the darkening sky and ran off.
The wolf looked to him, eyes catching his again, then sniffed the child's forehead, then turned and trotted off, moving slowly given the departure of the other two wolves.
He watched as it stopped again, looking back at him, then to the child again, then off into the trees.
It came then, the sound like a shouted whisper. It swept through the trees, the limbs rattling as it passed them. He felt his hair sweep away from his face and ears as it passed by him, his ears burning with the sound.
Time to go, he'd thought then, grabbing up the child and running. The wolf watched him as he went, but he ignored it. He was heading the hell away from both it, and whatever had made that sound.
And two hours later, he and the baby were still running from the Wraith, which he'd only heard stories of until then, and was just then wishing had only existed in those stories.
As he slipped through the trees, making sure not to fall, he glanced back, seeing its image remaining where it was, humaniform, dressed in what looked like a long black cloak and walking on foot, it's true form was well-hidden.
He heard the snap before he realized what had happened.
It turned its head toward him, searching the darknes for the source of the broken twig he'd stepped on.
Run, Dust, he told himself, run your little legs off...

 

[Tantrikenetic]

Alexander

I felt my eyelids droop down and I forced them back up quickly. I've been riding hard for three days, and the lack of sleep was obviously starting to take over my body. I felt limp and had a hard time staying straight in the saddle. My blue and gold robes were now soiled with spots of brown from the mud. And worst of all, I had no idea where I was going.

Leaving East Rim three nights ago was proving to be a mistake. I should not have left Lyim in charge of the kingdom. He's too inexperienced to rule. But I had no choice if I was to find a cure to the plague that has gripped the kingdom. I just wish I knew where I was going.

I closed my eyes again, ready for just a few minutes of sleep. A flash of pain suddenly rocked my head. I tumbled from the saddle in pain. I rolled across the ground and came to an eventual stop a few feet from the trail.

I opened my eyes slowly and saw a group of large Orcs with clubs. That was what must have hit my head.

"Round him up." The leader growled. I realized with a surge of fear that these were slave trader Orcs. I gulped and quickly scrambled to my feet.

The Orcs had begun to close in on me when I suddenly turned and ran from them. I heard the leader bark a command, and I could guess what it was. I ran through the trees, guided by the light of the moon. I didn't know where I was going, but I needed to find somewhere to hide. Fast.

 

[SecretDesires]

Aris

Aris raised her eyes to glance at the full moon overhead. The moon goddess Luna was dressed in her best finery tonight. Turning back to her small fire to throw more wood upon it her face was reflected in the brief flare of the flames. The look upon it was not concerned or fearful neither was it happy or sad. It was simply the face of a woman who had set out to meet her destiny whatever that might be.

It was too soon for Aris to have any feeling one way or another about her forced departure from her Amazonian home. She was a bit relieved that she did not have to posture and put on the proud face of the daughter of the chieftess but, then again, she had never been away from home alone before.

With a heartfelt sigh she reached in her pack for some dried meat and sat chewing thoughtfully. She doubted she would be welcome back soon, the reminder to her mother that her eldest was not warrior or even amazon material, and she really had no thoughts about going back. Unfortunately she had no thoughts of how to go forward either. She was here and there was no there and it was not a comforting thought.

Pulling a blanket over her to keep off the night air, she frowned and tried to come up with a plan but soon gave up and sat staring down at the fire with no idea what the morning would bring.

 

[Emotionless]

Del Benson

"One bite each, then pass it to the next," old Tarreth was saying of the fire cooked hare that was going around. They only had two and they wouldn't last long between six hungry men.

Del surveyed the lot, the last remaining soldiers of Barron Redtree's army. They'd never admit it to anyone but the only reason the were alive is that they ran from the battle before it was over.

They were outlaws in the land they were in, and they were outlaws in the land they used to call home. And the outlaw life is a hard one, as evidenced in the fact that the group started off as nearly twenty.

Del took a bite of the offered hare and passed it to the next. It was dry and unfulfilling, but it was food none the less. Chewing, Del stood to relieve himself but was interupted when a travel stained young man, in what would have once been fine cloths, stumbled into the middle of thier camp.

The men leaped to thier feet, swords drawn, and this would have been the end of the young man(for he had a quite visible bag of coin on his belt) had not a group of vile orcs charged in in his wake.

The orcs snarled, as did the drity band of outlaws and lept to meet eachother.

Del faced off with a particularly ugly brute, who had abandoned his club for a long and cruel looking knife. Del hefted his sword and took a vicious hack at the orc. Had this been an orcish war band, Del would have been hopelessly over matched, but thies ones were even less equiped for a fight then the outlaws. As such Del's blade swept through the orc's meger attempt at a perry and took the creature's throat out.

There were snarles and curses all around, and one very scared looking young noble. Dispite thier training and weapon advantage, the men were out numbered. Del saw sturdy old Tarreth go down with a knife in his back, but Kurlen lept to slay the offender.

Orcs were going down faster then the men, but those men were getting fewer and fewer as the battle progressed. It was down to two, Del realised. Himself and Holden.

Two orcs were facing Holden, and one facing Del. The noble was forgotten for the moment. With a yell, Del lashed out but the orc blocked and countered. Del took a stinging hit and his arm was laid open. Snarling Del kicked out and sank his boot into the orc's gut, following with a slash from his belt dagger. The orc fell, choking on it's blood.

Holden had slayed one orc and was in the process of dealing with the other one when he tripped over a rock and went down. With a yell of triumph, the orc sprang on the prone soldier and sank his curved blade in.

Del charged at the orc, who responded by leaping up and sprinting into a charge of his own. Del broght his sword up over his head and sent it spinning end over end to slice deep into orcish chest. But it's momentum brought it crashing into Del, its weight knocking him to the ground.

After a few moments, Del struggled out from under the dead orc and surveyed the dammage. Everyone was dead, with the exception of himself and the young man. Del's arm was dripping blood, and would need to be seen to.

Eyeing the noble, if that's what he was, Del asked "You know any first aid?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Dust

He moved quickly, hoping his feet wouldn't become encumbered by some fallen branch or thick brush or grass.
He could feel it moving behind him, almost as though it were breathing down his neck, though he was still fairly certain it was a distance back.
What did it want? He wondered.
As if in answer, the baby let out a sudden cry, then fell silent.
The baby?
He shook his head, shaking the thoughts. Thinking would only slow him down.
He hopped over a fallen branch, then ducked beneath the lower limbs of another, turning once he felt he was out of the thing's view and heading in another direction, hoping to confuse it with a little misdirection.As he turned the corner, he froze, the animal landing in front of him, seemingly out of nowhere. It was the same wolf he'd seen earlier, standing over the child, coat brown and flecked with white and black.
He couldn't outrun them both, and it looked to him as though the race was over.
"Come," a voice said.
He stared, wide-eyed at the animal before him. Had it just...?
"Hurry, time is short!"
The wolf turned and leapt down the hill, stopping after a few yards and looking back.
"Hurry!" It repeated.
Dust wasted no more time thinking. He hurried down the slope after the beast, glancing behind him to see the Wraith growing ever nearer.

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

Rassid

Rassid lead his men through the forest by light of the moon, for several of them this was their first trip out of the forest. To accomodate his less experienced companions they traveled by night, as they did in the desert. They traveled light, making decent speed on their way to a paleskin village where they might find work.

Rassid and the others stopped when they heard the sounds of a battle and saw the light of a fire. Rassid squinted making out the figures of several men and the hateful profiles of orcs.

"Unclean ones attacking men, we must close the distance and see if we can lend them aid."

They ran towards the battle but they were too far and the forest provided too many obstacles. Rassid clenched his teeth as he saw one of the three remaining men fall to the last of the orcs. They had been too late to aid them in battle, but there might be survivors.

The nomads broke into the clearing panting, they seemed rather upset at the gory scene. Rassid walked up to the two men who still stood.

"We were some distance away when we heard the battle, it is to our great misfortune that we did not get here in time to help you. Are there any survivors?"

The two men could see this older looking nomad who had spoken to them with a faded accent. Behind him were seven men dressed in similar clothes, each of them seemed fairly young in comparison.

 

[PmTick]

Seven waited silently in the trees, as he had been for the past four hours. He quietly waited for a caravan or two to pass by on its way to a nearby village, so that he could finally steal enough goods to feed himself. Suddenly, a small stone hit the side of his body, knocking him off balance.

He fell from the tree, landing on his back. "Ooowwww. What the fuck?" As he peered over to his left, he saw a large masked man standing next to him with a large wooden staff in hand. He spoke in a gruff English accent, "How many times do I have to tell you, the's be my preying grounds ? Now hand over yer booty!!" He didn't know the thief's name but had crossed his path twice last week. "I've got nothing."

*CRACK*

The large wooden staff smashed across Seven's jaw. "I don't believe you, you tired bloke!! NOW HAND IT OVER!!" Seven reached into his pocket and pulled out two gold coins, "This is all I have, honest." The masked man took the coins in his hand and glared at them before letting out an audible sigh. "If I was this bad at robbing, I'd have given up a long time ago. Now get off my land before your bad luck rubs off on me!" Seven collected himself and got to his feet. He began walking east, away from the village.

20 minutes later he heard a baby's cry. Following the sound, he made his way through the foliage. "Where there's a baby, there's a woman. Where there's a woman there's jewelry." Sensing the baby was close by, he proceeded to climb the trees where he would wait until he could see the sparkle of a woman's necklace.

 

[Tantrikenetic]

Alexander

Alexander was suddenly quite suprised. Before he knew what had happened, he was surrounded by not one, but two groups of men. One of them had fought off the orcs and the other had joined afterward.

"You know any first aid?" The man asked. Alexander snapped to attention. The man wasn't particularly menacing, but he still had a look of danger on his face.

"Y-yes." He stammered. He dropped his pack to the ground a rummaged through it for healing herbs and bandages. "I-I'm not sure how many can be saved, b-but I'll try my best."

Alexander was no healer, but now was not a time to be arguing. If he proved himself useful, maybe they wouldn't kill him. He immediatly went to work patching up the survivors.

 

[SecretDesires]

Aris was about to turn in for the night when sounds reached her ears. Pausing, she stilled, trying to decern exactly what it was. Her eyes flew open in surprise. A baby's cry? In the middle of the forest? She shook her head. It couldn't be, but there it was again.

Then something else came to her. It was not something one could sense with the normal senses, it was a crawling inside of her as if a million ants were under her skin and marching around. An involuntary shudder ran through her as she realized that evil was very near.

Standing, she quickly put out her campfire and grabbed her staff, moving into the trees. For some reason the sensation of evil had followed the sound of the baby and so that was what she was going to do. She didn't know why she should bother, the smart thing to do would be to go the other way, away from both. Maybe it was her female instincts, maybe curiosity, maybe something stronger that she could not put a name to. Whatever it was it drew her on toward where she knew the child would be.

It seemed like forever, and then again, no time before she came upon a scene that made her halt in her tracks. A dwarf was following a wolf and, in the distance, the sense of evil came closer. A Wraith. Her skin crawled at the thought.

Then a movement out of the corner of her eye caught he attention and she focused her eyes on the tree there. A man was sitting in the branches watching it all. Whether he had anything to do with it or not she didn't know but she was about to find out. Swinging up into the tree, she came behind the man and a strong hand reached out to clap over his mouth and pull him back to her. She did not want a sound to escape and pull the wraith to them.

"Who are you and what are you doing here," She whispered in his ear,"And what is going on?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Dust

There was movement everywhere, and something in the trees caught his attention, but only for a second. He didn't have time to even find what had made the sound before the wolf was insisting he hurry again.
"Come," it growled. "The village is up ahead."
Village?
He glanced back, hoping he wouldn't see the Wraith and being rewarded in that way, but he heard another sound, this one clearly a human voice.
He shook his head. A human voice? Like the one this wolf used? But still his mind edged him to glance back again.
The baby cried, drawing his attention back to where it belonged.
The village; that's where he needed to be.
Hugging the child to him, he hurried behind the beast.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nalia slowly came out of her trance. She had been meditating for most of the night. Lately she had felt an evil presence in the land. One stronger then most. She sensed that it was after something but what she could not discern. She stood up stretching her legs. She sensed the evil wasn't far. Perhaps the village at the base of the hill was where it was, or was headed. Deciding quickly she dressed and slipped on her forest green cloak to hide her face. She preferred not to draw attentions to her unique appearance. Grabbing her daggers she slipped them in her boots then left her cottage. The walk to the village wasn't to far and it took her only a short time to come within sight. Gazing down at it she sened that the evil had indeed chased whatever it was after to this village. Hopefully she was not to late.

 

[Emotionless]

Del looked from the Nomads to the noble to the bodies of the dead and dieing around him. He opened his mouth to say something, but his legs gave out instead. He sat down with a thud, and tried to regain his composure. Must be from the loss of blood, he thought. His arm was still bleeding now that he had a second to notice. He ripped a bit of his cloak off and tied the wound off.

He looked up to face the senior nomad. "I don't think there are, or will be, any survivors. Other then we two," he motioned to the noble. "It was a pretty brutal fight." He looked at the noble, who was walking from body to body checking for life with no sucess. Their eyes met over the distance and Del could see a little fear in them. Del nodded to him, trying to set the lad at ease. He held no harsh feelings, there was no way to know the camp was there and the man would have been killed or worse if the orcs were to catch him. "Death is the life of a soldier, they are at peace."

 

[Tantrikenetic]

Alexander

Alexander began to become increasingly worried as he noticed every man was dead. He looked up to see if the leader was going to kill him.

He was relieved when the man's kind look put him to ease. He stood up and walked over to him. "Death is the life of a soldier, they are at peace." The man said. Alexander nodded. This was true as any statement.

"My name is Alexander Cobat. I am the prince of East Rim. I owe you my life and if you go see my brother, King Lyim, I am sure he will gladly give you compensation for all the trouble I have caused you."

 

[poohlive]

It had been a year, hadn't it? His stubborn old eyes glanced to the top of the bar, where cobwebs filled in between strong support beams that ran across the roof of this place. They went every which way, no rhyme or rhythm to pattern any such thing. The owner had just put in a large piece of wood whenever the roof began to wane or dip. One day, he mused, when he had gotten a few too many ales in his belly, one day the damned thing would just tumble down, taking them all with it.
When he said that, the owner just laughed, and the rest of the bar would raise a toast to their numbered days.
Garret joined them, hell, why not. Death came for them all, might as well be in a bar, in an avoidable accident with some cheap owner.
A year, a single year, 347 days, or something like that. He took one last swig from the mug, complaining to the man behind the bar that he could see the bottom of his glass. It filled up, as he leaned hard against the counter.
"Garret, it's light out."
Garret nodded, knowing the present time. Drunk or not, he could see outside dirty paned windows to show that twilight had given way to a bright, but foggy morning.
A year. That was much time to brood, much time to think, to spend in the bottom of a mug and drink the thoughts away. Yes, indeed, he laughed, grabbing for his ale. Yes, indeed.
Drunkenness is a state of clarity, Garret had decided a while ago. 347 days to be exact. A true sense of what was important, and what only came in fanatic visions that boggled the mind. It drew a line, and let people see where the chips truly lie.
Bastards, the lot of them.
Wouldn't life be so much better without pathetivc arrogant pricks running around the forests, holding their little swords, and pretending to be grown men? They could perhaps grow up, and try their taste at something productive, instead of proving to the nearest group of assholes their dick was just that much longer than anyone else's.
Fucking shit.
He laughed again, this time to stop himself from crying, from sceaming out loud what he had tried to keep inside him for the last 347 days.
He drowned out the pain, through mug after mug of good old fashioned truth.
"Garret, come on, time to go to bed."
A rise of anger swelled through him. He looked at the man, ready to do something, to show him that he knew when bedtime was. His hand flinched to the length of steel at his side, itching to shed blood. It had been so long, just one strike... just one strike.
"Yeah," he said, getting off from the stool behind the counter, almost falling, but catching himself at the last minute, standing up as straight as he could, "Yeah."
It had just been too long.
One god damned year too long.

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

The elder nomad saluted in an honorable fashion, "I am Rassid of the Shamishi, people of the vast deserts. My beardless companions are on their first journey away from the sands; they are: Raul, Fehyd, Sahir, Maulud, and Argento. We are all men of honor and will guard you if you wish to accompany us to the town we are going to. It is not far from this forest but the way is treacherous and there are savage beasts, and...orcs."

He barked orders in some nomad's tongue and his comrades got to digging graves for the fallen. He looked upset that he had not been on time to aid in the battle.

"We understand you bury your dead beneath the earth in these lands, we shall respect your ways. My men will prepare the graves and you can perform your pale-lander rites on them. Then we rest."

 

[SecretDesires]

OOC: Dont know where PM is--so to get things moving...

IC: Getting no answer from the man in the trees, Aris thought about knocking him out with a pressure point as she had been taught by the shamaness of her village but decided that not giving him a chance with the wraith so near would be, on all accounts, murder.

"I am going to follow the wolf and dwarf," She said to him as he didn't move or say anything,"If I were you I would seek safety and quickly."

So saying she released him and jumped lightly to the ground hitting it running as she followed the unlikely trio. She didn't know why she was drawn to do so but she had long ago learned to trust her instincts. This was just one of those times she was going to have to take things one step at a time.

 

[Emotionless]

Del bowed slighty to the elder nomad and moved to assist in the digging of the graves. When this task was compleated, he motioned to the other men in the clearing that he wished to be alone to perform the last rights of his land.

They left without a word and Del moved from grave to grave driving each man's sword into the soft earth at the head of each grave. They would not be missed.

He kneeled infront of the graves, then, and in a whisper only the spirts could hear, bade the souls of the fallen to find peace and whispered a prayer in the ancient toung of his land.

The rights compleated, Del stood and found Rassid entering the clearing. "I'll go with you to your village," He looked at his wounded arm. "I feel I need a proper healer for this."

Alexander was entering the clearing now. "I would suggest you come with us, Prince Alexander. Next time there might not be a band of warriors to stumble into next time." he said with a slight grin.

 

[Tantrikenetic]

Alexander

Alexander nodded. He wasn't sure if the man's smile was reassuring or frightning.

"Very good then. If you are headed west, I will gladly accompany you."

He looked around at the massacre.

"But I think some rest is in order first."

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Dust

It wasn't quite a village, as the wolf had said, bu tmore it had once been one. He eyed the landscape as it came into view. What had once been roads headed through town were now nothing more than overgrown paths, barely visible in the moonlight. The buildings were worn-down, the bricks collapsing here and there and moss growing on thier roofs.
Save for the paths, which were little more than beaten down grass, the town looked as though it hadn't seen life in years.
He could hear the beating of feet behind him, nimble, yet still audible. He ignored them, deciding that if someone wanted him, fine, so long as the Wraith didn't get to him instead.
There were worse things than death, he supposed...
"Is anyone even there?" He asked, shouting ahead to the wolf.
"No time," the wolf replied. "Hurry, and bring your friend."
He guessed the wolf referred to the person behind him but wasn't sure. If it meant the baby, he had no intention of losing it after all he'd done to get it to safety.
Down a strong sloped hillside they went, Dust staggering clumsily behind the wolf's graceful trotting, and when they reached the bottom, he exhaled a long, relieved sigh, pleased to be done with the task.
He moved quickly behind the creature, glancing back to see the woman behind him, moving down the slope. He glanced up at the top of the hill, half-expecting to see the Wraith in pursuit, but it seemed that they might have lost it.
"Here," the wolf said, stopping before a half-crumbled cottage. "inside, quickly."
He eyed the entrance, half-afraid the bricks would collapse around him once inside.
"What are you waiting for?" the wolf asked.
He ducked his head and slipped into the darkness, huddling down in the shadows and watching as the wolf, still in view in the moonlight outside, turned its head up to the woman.
"you next, and careful," it insisted. "You'll be as safe here as we can make you..."

 

[PmTick]

OOC: SD, didn't know you were referring to me. Please send me a pm next time.

IC:

Seven thought he had been sighted earlier, but managed to disappear in the collection of foliage. He had followed the travelers back to the village but lost sight of them. Figuring he would no doubt see them again, he figured maybe he should make better use of his time.

Not far down the road he sighted his prey, an elderly looking man hobboling down the street. It was time he practiced the cornerstone of theivery, the bump. Seven looked casual as he walked down the road toward the old man but inside he was a ball of nerves, although he considering himself an apprentice thief he has never successfully pulled off the bump.

Walking right into the old man, he brought his hand to the would be victims waist as he searched for a pouch of gold or two. Unfortunately, Seven came up empty handed. "Pardon me," he said, pretending he accidently bumped into the old man. "Watch were you're going son!" The crone replied before resuming his stroll. Seven sighed in frustration as he put his hands into his pockets. It was only a few moments before Seven realized his pockets were lighter than before, apparently the old man had taken Seven's gold during the bump.

Seven immediatly punched the building next to him, letting out a turrent of curses. Not only had he lost sight of the group he was shadowing, but his money was lifted as he was trying to steal someone's wallet. It was going to be a long night.

 

[SecretDesires]

Aris was startled to hear the wolf talk. She had never heard of such a thing before. Well, outside of the hut where the shaman went to meditate and recieve vision for the tribe. Still, one did not ignore a talking wolf especially when a wraith lay behind one.

Ducking, literally, into the hut she finally came face to face with the dwarf she had been following. She still did not know what drove her to follow him and wondered if the wolf could give her any answers. But now was not the time to ask questions, maybe when the danger was over.

Nodding her head to the small man she stepped into the shadows and crouched down listening for the sound of the wraith and approaching danger.

 

[Khadgar]

Keldak

Keldak woke up suddenly. his lands had been plagued by wolves lately, and he had spend the last couple nights up late. his house really wasn't a house, it was more a small bunchings of old slighty ruined buildings in what used to be a human vilage. other farmers were around, but he was pretty well solely to himself, around here, he did monopolize the non human market however, which was why he had so much land, he could afford it.

heavy pattering of feet and whispers woke him. his eyes narrows, sleep flying from them and he sat up

damned wolves. i swear, i'll go out after them soon, my crops aren't for them.

he also heard different feet, a more humanoid pattern. robbers?

Keldak grunted deeply and got up. grabbing a thick oak club he had spent his free time crafting like a staff he stepped outside. everything looked okay.... maybe it was just his immagination....

Keldak reached and scratched at that hard to reach spot on his back and yawned. he really wanted more sleep. he was about to head back inside when he heard something..... was that a man child crying?

 

[Emotionless]

Del nodded to the prince, "Some rest is in order," he said wearily. The battle had taken its tole on him. "But not here, not in a graveyard."

He hefted his pack with his good arm and started off towards another clearing not far off. He could hear the others following.

By the time the last of the men entered the clearing, Del was in the process of starting a fire. "Hope you lot brough some food with you. I haven't much."

They cooked what food they had (wich turned out to be an almost adequate meal) and layed out thier bed rolls. "I guess an introduction is in order."Del began. "My name is Del Benson. I was a sergant in the army of Barron Venables of Goldsen. My late commrades and I were in this land to do battle with some Barron or other, we weren't told who, and were subsequently whipped out." He left out the part about his unit fleeing into the wood. "I guess you know the story from there."

He looked around the circle. "Now, Prince Alexander. Mind telling me what a price of the east is doing alone in a land such as this?"

 

[Emotionless]

Del nodded to the prince, "Some rest is in order," he said wearily. The battle had taken its tole on him. "But not here, not in a graveyard."

He hefted his pack with his good arm and started off towards another clearing not far off. He could hear the others following.

By the time the last of the men entered the clearing, Del was in the process of starting a fire. "Hope you lot brough some food with you. I haven't much."

They cooked what food they had (wich turned out to be an almost adequate meal) and layed out thier bed rolls. "I guess an introduction is in order."Del began. "My name is Del Benson. I was a sergant in the army of Barron Venables of Goldsen. My late commrades and I were in this land to do battle with some Barron or other, we weren't told who, and were subsequently whipped out." He left out the part about his unit fleeing into the wood. "I guess you know the story from there."

He looked around the circle. "Now, Prince Alexander. Mind telling me what a price of the east is doing alone in a land such as this?"