The Demon's Armpit (open)

[Vibro repairman]

A fur-cloaked figure made his way through the pine forest, leaving footprints in the deep snow behind him. His name was Terrence, also known as Terrence the Terrible, a barbarian warrior of no small repute.

"Are we there yet?" a womans voice asked.

"No!" repeated Terrence for the umpteenth time.

"Are we there yet?" came the voice again, not a minute later.

"Can you just be quiet please, Shirley?" grumbled Terrence. Shirley was his magical broadsword, currently strapped to his back and wrapped in a fur and leather sheath. "Its still a good few miles to the Demon's Armpit."

The next few minutes passed somewhat peacefully. Then Shirley started humming, to Terrence's annoyance.

"Will you-" he began, but he was interrupted by the sharp twang of a bowstring and a number of arrows that were sent flying through the air. Diving and rolling to one side, he drew Shirley and rose to a kneel with his back against a tree trunk. The fallen arrows formed a neat circle about where he had just been stood.

"Nice shooting," Shirley commented, and Terrence was forced to agree. "Only one person I know can shoot like that," he said, rising to his feet, a smile crossing his face.

 

[Alerdene]

Ryssa

A small woman stepped into the clearing, her emerald eyes flecked with gold sparkling with amusement. Her long black hair tumbled around her face... a face with fine, high cheekbones and full lips. If one were to look closely, they might notice that underneath that mane of hair, her ears were a bit longer and pointed then a human's might be. Her golden skin nearly blended in with the soft leather she wore, the tight pants and vest style shirt snug against her skin, the boots on her feet almost a part of her as she walked silently on the snow. An armband encircled her upper arm, etched with writings that few would recognize, much less be able to read, and a similar band circled her right thigh, a long, wicked looking dagger attached there. She walked a few steps and stopped, casually holding the bow that was nearly larger then she was. She spoke softly, her voice almost musical,

Nice move, I didn't think one so big could move so fast.

Her amused tone made it clear that she was well aware of his abilities, regardless of what she had said.

 

[Wolk]

Harlot the palladin (intro)

As the winter sun danced on tiny little crystals of fresh snow so it did on the shiny white metal chains of the armor, which protected the man and, partially, his white with grey spots horse.

Harlot was a man in his mid twenties. Tall, handsome, fairly muscular but not hunky. His chestnut hair and his face with cute lips and green eyes was uncovered, the helmet resting on the saddle before him.

Harlot was a palladin; a warrior inspired and augumented by magic, or belief, which, after all, was almost the same thing. His patron diety was Venus - the godess of love and goodwill. Thus, he was good. Love, passion and caring could multiply his abilities manyfold making him fight like a lion - no, an army of lions, all protecting their young. But take those away and he was nothing more than a regular knight.

Those were, in fact, taken away from him. His beloved maiden has been kidnapped and murdered by the dark ones before Harlot could come to her aid. That's why his pretty face was now marred by a near-permanent frown. He had no more purpose; nothing to live for. And so, he was heading straight to Demon's Armpit - a place as close to hell as you could get in this world. He was going to die, probably, but perhaps that was what he was subconsciously hoping for at the moment.

 

[Vibro repairman]

"Hello Ryssa," said Terrence, tipping the point of Shirley into the snow. He ignored her complaint about the cold, and nodded in greeting to the woman before him.

He brushed some long lank dark locks back from his face and gave her a big grin. "Good to see you again. A bit off your usual track? I'm heading to the Demon's Armpit, and I will wager a round of drinks that you are too."

The Demon's Armpit was an inn famed - or infamous - for the caverns below it into which its cellars broached. No-one had mapped their full extent, which went deep into the earth. All manner of hideous foul obnoxious and generally smelly monsters lurked in the darkness below the den of iniquity which was the tavern. The only real saving grace of the Demon's Armpit was the local beer was top notch.

 

[Eazy]

The sound of snow crunching under the weight of each foot fall was the only noise surrounding the traveler, save for the whistling sounds of the wind which blew past his large form, whipping any exposed portions of his skin with the cold caress of the chilled atmosphere. His onward movements were slow yet remained steady, fatigue from the lengthy journey having taken a small toll upon his body by now. Still, the man showed no signs of relenting, an occasionally labored gasp for air being the only real sign of physical strain.

Marrok was currently covered in a thick cloak which concealed the majority of his body, his bare face and the lower section of his pant covered legs being the only parts poking out, a hood holding down his shoulder length hair. Underneath the thick layer of outer covering, one of his hands was tightly clutching at the front of the cloak, his fingers curled tightly within the fabric to prevent it from being blown aside by any powerful gusts of wind. At the right side of his body, his other hand had busied itself by absentmindedly caressing the handles of his sheathed daggers, passing time by feeling over the simple designs against his finger tips.

It had been many days since this young traveler started his journey, too many for him to have bothered to continue keeping track of at this point. Not that it really seemed to matter anymore, for he knew that his desired destination was, at long last, within a days reach. The Demon's Armpit. Quite an out of the way place to travel for a satisfying drink to quench ones thirst, but the stories he'd heard of the infamous Inn were far too tempting for an inquiring young mind such as his own to pass up on paying a visit in the long run.

Despite his more then modest past experience with combat situations and understanding of the world around him, the lad continued to be of a young spirit, one which desired to experience first hand that which those older then himself had taken part of in the past. He was a fighter, a thrill seeker, and, in the eyes of some, a foolish youth. But, first and foremost, he was an adventurer, and an adventure of some sort is what he'd long since hoped to find shortly after his arrival. Tightening his already firm grip upon the cloak, he pressed onward, knowing it wouldn't be much longer now.

 

[amon_darknight]

Terry “D” Meilken

A man with a determined look on his face walked through the snow. His long black cloak flowed through the wind and it blew his hood off to reveal his long white hair. He looked ahead of him to find a long road before him.

“Shit… how much farther till I get to the top?”

The wind revealed a large sword at the waist of the man as he walked through the strong wind, the man had pointed ears and emerald green eyes as he walked the surface of the snow, not even falling through with is weight. He pulled his hood back over his head and pushed on through the snow. Terry moved through the snow trying to get to his destination, the “Demons Armpit” a well known inn and with many more stories behind the place. The wind blew again and this time showed a bracer covering his left wrist with arcane markings on it and a rather evil looking dagger at his hip, Terry quickly pulled his cloak down and he pushed on faster. He came to a clearing and he saw two people talking, a large looking barbarian type and a small woman, Terry slicked his white hair out of his face and he approached them carefully, he jumped to the tree and stood on a branch as he looked to them both.

“Hello there, is this the way to the “Demon’s Armpit”, or are we just freezing are asses off for nothing?”

He smiled at them, but he stood ready for whatever they would attack him with.

 

[Alerdene]

She smiled broadly as his hand went up to brush hair out of his face... even had she been far away, that move would have told her who he was. She'd be teasing him about cutting off that hair for ages now. His normal remark was somewhere in the neighborhood of.. as soon as she did. Nodding at his words, she smiled slyly.

I hear that's where all the fun is these days... So I guess I"ll be buying you a round then. Care for some company the rest of the way?

Before he could answer, her head tilted slightly and she spun around, her hands moving like lightning, an arrow nocked before she finished the spin, her aim pointed at a man who had just jumped to a branch of a tree not far from them. Her eyes skimmed his features however and she relaxed a tiny bit, lowering the bow as he spoke.

Hello there, is this the way to the “Demon’s Armpit”, or are we just freezing are asses off for nothing?

She lowered the bow even more, glancing once at Terrence before nodding in a direction in front of them, her lyrical voice carrying easily the distance to the man.

'tisn't far in that direction. Few more miles perhaps.. a dangerous place though..

Shrugging slightly she grinned.. knowing the incantation she'd placed on herself had another couple of hours before it started wearing off and the cold seeped in through her not so warm clothing and bare arms..

As far as cold.. that's just a matter of having the right thing to warm you up... like a shot of the drink there.. though I hear the beer's pretty good.

 

[Vibro repairman]

Terrence's dark eyes appraised the stranger, his sword still in his grasp ready to spring into action (or cutting remarks, as Shirley called it), whilst Alyssa replied to his words. The sharply pointed ears readily marked the stranger for an elf, though the white hair he possessed was somewhat unusual.

"Its not that cold," he said, after a few moments. Being a barbarian he was somewhat used to such climes, plus he had his woolen underwear on beneath the fur loincloth and belt he wore. "Join us if you would like, its not that far now as Alyssa just said," he continued, introducing his friend. "My name is Terrence, who might you be?"

"Don't forget me," said Shirley, the moulded golden face set in the crossguard of Terrence's sword smiling cheerily. "And yes I think it is rather cold."

 

[amon_darknight]

Terry

He only smiled as he held his hand up in front of him.

“Please, I mean no harm, no need to fire that massive bow at me. I am harmless. I am but a wanderer seeking a new place to find adventure. Nothing more, I can see that you travel with quite the company, a powerful and might I say alluring elf warrior and a god powered, rip the bones out of the body Barbarian. I would be honored to travel beside you. Would make for a interesting story.”

He leaped down with grace and landed still on the surface of the snow and he bowed low to the two.

“Greetings, my name is Terry Meilken.”

He looked to the woman elf and he again bowed low.

“And you might be?”

He than heard the sound of another woman, but it seemed to come from the barbarian and Terry had to do a double take.

“Hey, thought you said your name was Terrance and didn’t you have a manly voice?”

He shook his head and than looked to see that it was coming from his sword.

“Wow… a intelligent artifact sword, first time I have seen that in all my years of living. Well Shirley, it is a pleasure to meet you, and I do agree it is cold, but I can adapt to it.”

He looked again to Terrance.

“So, what may I ask you are going to do when you reach the “Demon’s Armpit”, treasure, fame, adventure?”

He smiled and looked from the barbarian to the elven woman. He knew it was going to be a great time.

 

[Alerdene]

Ryssa

Her face returned to it's usual whimsical amused self as the stranger spoke and she took an instant liking to him for some reason. The bow lowered all the way and the arrow went back into the quiver on her back, joined by the others she picked up from their circle in the snow as she listened to him. She bit her lip to keep from laughing at the look on his face when Shirley spoke the first time. It was the reaction most had... including herself... the first time the sword chose to speak.

Facing the man again as he bowed, her full lips broke into a smile and she gave him a friendly nod as she replied,

Good day Terry Meilken, you may call me Ryssa. And as far as treasure, fame, or adventure... I say, why not all three?

Glancing around and noticing the height of the sun, she slung her bow over her shoulder and took a few steps, glancing back at the men,

Shall we be off before the cold does start to seep into my bones and I'm forced to steal one of you gentleman's cloaks? Besides... *winking at Terry* we've a story to make.

 

[amon_darknight]

Terry

“Ryssa, a name that would take the breath away from any man upon mentioning it.”

He smiled at her, he felt so attracted to her, so comfortable around her.

“I would take all three of those plus you as a time to never forget.”

He grinned as he looked to her, saw that massive bow again and wondered how accurate she was with that. She could probably pick off a wisp at 3000 yards with that elven sight. He would hate to be on the receiving end of that bow.

“If you want a cloak, please take mine. I can survive without it, hope it is not to smelly, haven’t washed it, in a few weeks.”

He slipped it off and with his agility and speed he wrapped it around Ryssa and again bowed low to her.

“Just want you to be comfy, that’s all.”

Again he smiled to you and you see that Terry is donned in black chain mail and black pants that have belts wrapped along his thighs and his Katana hung to his side. On the other side, the evil looking assasin’s dagger, he had well toned arms and on his right wrist he had a magical looking bracer on with arcane runes all over it.

“So, feel good on you, warm and all?”

He slicked his long white bangs out of face again and he kept smiling at you.

 

[Alerdene]

She arched an eyebrow at his words about her name, flattered, but trying not to laugh at the same time. She watched as his eyes skimmed her bow again, but she said nothing, merely watching. Her eyes twinkled at his next remark however.

I would take all three of those plus you as a time to never forget.

He continued before she could remark, and before she could even move to protest, his cloak was around her with surprising speed. Biting back her protest, she smiled at him, even as her eyes took in every detail of his armor and weapons.. lingering slightly on the bracer before moving back to his smiling face.

Giving him a tiny curtsey, she nodded,

Why thank you kind Sir, a gentleman through and through I see. I feel as warm and comfortable as if I were wrapped in someone's arms.

She grinned as she said this, watching as he pushed his hair out of his face, and she took in his features again. Stepping forward again, actually rather liking the feel of the long cloak, but hoping she wouldn't need her bow... she wasn't sure how quickly she could shrug it off. Hopefully she wouldn't need to find out... besides, with the weaponry Terry was carrying, and wonderfully adept Shirley and Terrence, she knew she was quite safe. Tearing her eyes from his alluring smile, she looked back at Terrence and grinned,

C'mon Shirley, kick that Master of yours into movement, let's get out of here before it gets dark... I know Barbarians are nearly blind in the dark.

She stifled a giggle and nearly skipped off out of reach of the long sword, before it tried to swat her. She'd teased him too many times before and didn't want to feel that sting in her rear end like she had when she was slow before.

 

[amon_darknight]

Terry

He thought she looked quite good with his cloak on, it would keep her warm and do other such things for her, if they happened to her. He felt the cold sting his skin, but he reached down into his mind and forced it out, he was a warrior, or so he thought he was. He looked again to the woman and smiled at her.

“Well since you are in my cloak, I guess you are thinking of me wrapping my arms around you. Heh, sounds good to me.”

He looked to the barbarian and nodded his head at him, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Ryssa, she was just to much beauty, more than a normal elven woman could be. He saw her skip off after telling Terrance to get moving and she moved with such grace and was so alluring it was amazing. Her long black hair bouncing as she skipped, her body features now hidden by the cloak, but he knew they had to be heart stopping. He looked to Terrance and smiled.

“Elfs, always got to be on the move. Keep up now.”

He than seemed to just vanish before his eyes, but you saw he was moving to get beside Ryssa and when Terry caught up he turned to her and smiled.

 

[Alerdene]

Well since you are in my cloak, I guess you are thinking of me wrapping my arms around you. Heh, sounds good to me.

Her eyes lingered perhaps a moment too long on his before they flitted away at his comment, a playful smile forming on her lips as she winked at him.

Well 'tis certainly a better thought then anything I can come up with regarding those.

She nodded at his katana and dagger before skipping off ahead, her feet making no noise on the snow-encrusted ground, the cloak flowing around her. Her sensitive ears caught his comment to Terrence and she grinned to herself as she continued moving, somehow not surprised when he virtually materialized at her side. Looking up at him and returning his friendly smile, she slowed her gait to a walk, her eyes occasionally flashing to the surrounding area before returning to his, looking behind her once to be sure Terrence was coming.

Demon's Armpit. An interesting destination... have you something.. or someone.. you are looking for there?

 

[amon_darknight]

Terry

He chuckled to himself a bit as she asked if he was looking for someone or something there.

“I believe I have already found it. And I have not even reached the destination.”

He gazed into her eyes and you felt warmth from him suddenly as he was right next to you.

“Ryssa, why do you travel to the “Demon’s Armpit”? What do you want out of that place. I have heard that there is great evil and powerful demons there, if it is treasure you seek, or fame sought out. Do you think it is worth it. I lost…”

He lowered his head and realized what he was about to say and stopped himself immediately. He again took that smile on his face as he walked next to you.

“I am sorry, I lost my train of thought. Now what were those thoughts you were thinking about other things than my cloak and the reference about my arms being wrapped around you? What were you really thinking about?”

He grinned and poked you in the tummy lightly. He had hoped you didn’t pay attention to the beginning part of his sentence before, that was a dark time for Terry, a time when he was known as “D” and not Terry.

 

[Vibro repairman]

Terrence chortled at Ryssa's teasing, which had finally found its way through his thick skull. Despite being a barbarian, though, he was quite bright, just sometimes he fell into the stereotypical slow-on-the-uptake syndrome that his kind often suffered.

"I'd still be able to see well enough to swat that pert rear of yours," he replied, hefting Shirley for a moment before returning her to her sheaf - which brought out a slightly muffled "Aaahhhhhhh nice and snug again" from her.

"Lets get moving then," he added, "before my feet freeze to the ground."

Tromping ahead through the snow, he cast the pair a backwards glance and one of his wide grins.

* * *

Not far up ahead of this trio, and the paladin Harlot who also was making his way to the Demon's Armpit, was a bridge. The bridge was wide and of old stone, and crossed a river whose current was strong enough despite the cold to stop it from freezing over.

Besides one end of the bridge was a crudely fashioned wooden hut, and a thick treetrunk had been laid across the path to the bridge on which the letters "S-T-O-P" had been carved.

Currently sat in the hut, picking his teeth with a long sharp nail, was Mugglewump. Mugglewump was a troll, a bridge troll to be exact. He charged people to cross 'his' bridge - a troll tax. This ammounted to one gold per leg, or ten thousand gold for a billy-goat (trolls have long memories for that kind of thing).

 

[EmpyrealLotus]

Intro - Alexandria

The Earth had slipped into senesence; the immaculate cloak of snow it was wearing proved that travel was not easy. However, this particular adventurer was persistent--she had already travelled such a long distance, but now smirked as she felt her body grow numb. It was about time to take a short break, she supposed, and with the swipe of her crystalline staff, a blanket of sorts materialized on the ground.

"My dear Gaia, why do you taunt me so? To you, my deepest apologies, but...I must. The cold really does have a horrible effect on me."

Before she was seated, she grasped her staff with one hand and and removed the levitating talisman from its head with the other. The talisman was a family heirloom, of course, proof of her nobility; it was in the shape of a lotus blossom with a phoenix hovering atop and was illuminated in a prism-like fashion. Softly and almost entirely inaudible, she began to chant. Calling on the guidance of her Goddess, Gaia, she conjured a small pyre before her feet. Satisfied with her tiny feat, she replaced the talisman and sat.

It didn't take her long to spot the bridge just up ahead of her. She was certain that was the direction she was headed--and even if it weren't, she figured that there is to be plenty of adventure for this sorceress there. She grinned, stood up, and headed for the bridge. As she walked, the aura that surrounded her flickered for a moment.

"Peculiar," she thought.

But she continued anyway, no doubt. And as strange as it seems, she was oblivious to the presence of all those behind her who were also headed to this bridge--to the Demon's Armpit. The young sorceress removed the hood of her cloak and let her deep onyx-colored hair flow freely past her knees. As she finally reached this suspicious bridge, she smirked at the silly warning carved on the treetrunk. With her staff in hand, she stood, anticipating whomever it was to come.

 

[Alerdene]

I believe I have already found it. And I have not even reached the destination.

She stared at him as he made this comment, a serious look in her eyes as a sudden flash of warmth spread over her... warmth which she wasn't sure was from the cloak.. or something else... but the look was quickly replaced by a sparkle,

You were looking for a barbarian companion with a sentient sword? *shrugs* Well to each their own I suppose.

She chuckled at the look on his face, her laughter an almost musical sound. He recovered well though and she listened as he spoke, while watching Terrence go ahead of them and grinning back at them. She couldn't resist and stuck her tongue out at him childishly before turning her attention back to Terry, just in time to notice him falter in his questions. The smile didn't move from her lips as he looked away and towards the ground for a moment. Once again though he recovered quickly and she laughed again as his finger poked her belly where the skin was left bare from her vest. Ignoring his slip, figuring she'd get to the bottom of it later, she shrugged slightly,

I seek nothing other then amusement. Fame, fortune, treasure... should those come as well.. well who am I to complain.

Grinning at him, she continued,

As far as the warmth of your cloak... well 'tis fortunate for me you had it, I'd have hated to inconvenience you or Terrence by making you warm me in other ways. Besides, I'm rather taking a liking to it, you might have to fight me to get it back.

She couldn't quite keep a straight face as she said this but looked away just in time before she nearly collapsed in laughter. Managing to compose herself just as Terrence looked back at them with an arched eyebrow, she stuck her tongue out at him again and kept walking.

As they walked, one hand snuck up unconsciously under the cloak and rubbed the thin armband that encircled her upper arm. Anyone who was able to read the dark markings on it would realize something was amiss. Why would one of the Elven King's chosen bodyguards be so far from home.. and alone as well. Realizing what she was doing, she snatched her hand away and ran it through her wild hair, pushing it away from her face as she smiled up at Terry.

 

[Vibro repairman]

Mugglewump sniffed the cold air with his large nostrils, and rose to his feet, striding from his makeshift toll booth. He smelled someone, either a potential 'kustomur', or a meal. His rummy blood-shot eyes flickered over the snowscape quickly fixing on his first visitor of the day.

The current weather had been bad for both business and his stomach the past few weeks, and only the odd raw fish or short-sighted hare had fallen into his clutches. As trolls go, he wasn't particularly malignant, though trolls tended to think more with their bellies than they did with their brains which, it must be said, were rather on the small side in any case.

Eyeing up the dark-haired human woman stood on the path which was hidden beneath the blanket of snow, even Mugglewump was bright enough to recognise a wielder of magic when he saw one. Still, he reasoned against the grumbling of his stomach, if he couldnt eat her he should at least be able to bargain some coin.

"Yer wan ta cross da bridge," he said loudly and slowly, the human common tongue coming difficult to his thick heavy tongue, "it'll cost ya two gold."

 

[EmpyrealLotus]

The young sorceress scoffed at the troll's demands. Surely, she thought, just the sight of the beautiful sorceress standing before him would have sufficed as a toll to pass. However, that wasn't the case, and indeed a payment of some type was to be offered. She tilted her head a bit and rested on her staff, almost as if to taunt the troll.

"Kind sir, though I do not mean to be ill-mannered..." she stopped for a bit, leaning forward a bit so as not to tower over the troll. "But I must ask you. With all due respect, what is a creature like you to do with gold? Are there not other desires you possess?"

She looked ahead of her and saw the decrepid hut in which he dwelled. She began to reminisce of times past--times from which she had now been severed. Of her magnificent castle, of her family, of her nobility, of the inifinite powers she was to obtain. Her former life still resonates in her veins, but now, she stands as nothing more than a wanderer in this world, where high blood runs just as easily as common blood. She coughed.

"I am Lady Alexandria of the Empyreal Majestics. Surely you have heard of me and of my distant kingdom, Avanaelia."

She had hoped word of the Majestics' demise had not reached this far of a land yet. Of how Avanaelia was mysteriously destroyed in no more than a day, just a week ago. The deep spell of death that was filled with such hatred that no power any single Majestic possessed was able to counter. She is the youngest and the only survivor of this band of powerful Sorcerers. And though she had told herself that she was out for nothing more than adventure, of course, that wasn't the case. She was away when it all happened. She hated herself for it. She was on a mission to avenge their deaths, and the Demon's Armpit was as good a place as any to start her quest.

"Unfortunately, I carry no gold with me," she said, as a tear began to form in her eyes. "Truthfully, there is not much I can offer you. My knowledge and my art are all that I hold dear."

She stood there, wondering what it was that she was able to give this troll. It was blasphemous for her to lay with such a creature, so of course, that was out of the question. She looked around the vicinity once more, seeing how terrible her Mother had treated such lands. It was injustice, she believed.

"Ah, but yes. For my passage, I will call upon Gaia to bless your lands. You will have ample food and warm, running water for at least a year. Indeed, if a female troll were to cross your lands, she would be yours in no time at all. As proof of my pact with you, I will enscribe Gaia's seal upon that treetrunk before me. Do you accept?"

She stood tall once again, her aura growing stronger. And as she raised her staff, the brisk air pierced through her senses and became even more powerful. She was certain the troll knew of her power--how she could force her way through this bridge with hardly any effort at all. But though she was young, she was just and honorable. As she posed, the glory of all the Majestics was alive and well through her.

The troll demanded payment, and a payment he was to receive.

 

[amon_darknight]

Terry

“Huh…”

He shook his head at her mention of him looking for and finding the barbarian.”

“No.. uhh.. ohh you.”

He chuckled at her. When he poked her tummy, he felt how firm it was, she must be very active and keep in good shape.

“I think you are getting enough amusement from me… I see how it is. I shall get my cloak back soon enough and maybe even take something from you, something that will amuse me.”

He grinned at you, as if he was undressing you with is eyes now.

“Hmmm? What shall I take?”

He was thinking about it now, bra… panties… armor… weapon… he was quite the thief. He didn’t let anyone know that about it, but in his early days he trained as one. He was much more than he revealed though. A mystery to all, even to himself.

“You bet I could warm you up… but I will leave that for another adventure. I see you sticking your tongue out at him a lot, must be talented with it, otherwise you would not be using it so often.”

He was getting cocky with you now, as he kept that smile on his face still.

“Am I too much for you? That is just how I am.”

Just than two things struck him, one he caught something out of the corner of his eye, her armband. He could well read elfish and saw its markings. Well she has come quite a long way, it would be better for her to not let her know of who he really was, could be a big problem. He would leave it silent and not saw a word about it, for he had already let some information slip and he would not let it slip again. He was thinking about his hat that he was not wearing, for it protected him against mind controlling spells and the sort, he didn’t sense that from her, or at least he hoped that she had not that power.

“So, the Barbarian stepped it up some. Wait…”

He stopped and took a defensive stance, his eyes glaring ahead, past the barbarian.

“Terrance, stop.. I sense a very powerful magical aura ahead.”

He didn’t know if it was coming or going, but he sensed it moving away now. And he glanced ahead to see a bridge in the far away.

“Bridge… Aura is coming from there. Seems pretty powerful, looks like we are not the only ones on the path for the “Demon’s Armpit”

He looked to Ryssa and smiled again, as he lowered his arm and shook his head.

“Sorry, I have a sense for picking up on magic. Just a keen sense I guess you can call it. Buttt..”

He again poked Ryssa in the tummy and ticked a bit as he quickened his pace away from her, giggling like a child would.

 

[Alerdene]

Her grin got bigger and bigger as he spoke and teased her and her eyebrow arched amused as he spoke of taking something from her, though she mentally made a note to keep track of her belongings... just in case.

Am I too much for you? That is just how I am.

Shaking her head and smiling again, she poked him back in the stomach,

Too much? You must try harder then that... I've yet to meet a man who is too much for me.

Her lips quivered as she attempted to keep a straight face as she uttered that ambiguous statement and was forced to turn away to keep from laughing again. When she had composed herself again, her eyes drifted over his form again, taking in carefully his armor, bracer, and weapons. An interesting combination and she'd do well to be careful with her jests she reminded herself, as she really didn't know him very well. Realizing he had stopped suddenly, she glanced back at him as he called out to Terrence and held himself in a nice defensive pose. She realized again she would do well to be careful around him, but pushed that thought to the back of her mind as she heard him speak. She glanced ahead to the bridge in the distance and actually jumped as her stomach was suddenly tickled slightly before he headed off in the direction of the bridge, giggling.

Shaking her head, her lips curling into a smile again, she shook her head at him, though he could not see it. Ready to fight one moment, and play the next. No wonder she liked him. Following after him, she shrugged the cloak behind her quiver, freeing her arms as she unslung the bow and carried it loosely beside her as they headed towards this unknown 'aura'

 

[amon_darknight]

Terry

“Well you just might have met your first, but I much more than a ordinary man, I am an elf, cant you tell?”

He smiled at you again and he tickled you again.

“We don’t have to move very fast to get to the bridge, lets take our time. For anything that powerful up there, I want to have time to think a plan out.”

He reached under his cloak that you were wearing and he pulled you close to him, his gaze falling to yours as he kept that smile on his face and he brought you close to him and suddenly you felt his arm wrap around your waist almost and his face was near next to yours. And he smiled at you. But as soon as it happened, it ended with his moving a few steps away from you and with something in his hand, a green gem and a red gem, they glowed with some sort of magic, he slipped the red one in his pocket and held onto the green one as he only smiled to you.

“Oh, I am sorry my dear Maiden, had to get something out of my pocket. Or I guess we shall say for now, your pocket in your cloak, till I get it back. And if it’s a fight you want, than it’s a fight you shall get”

He than saw her have her bow ready to draw and he saw how powerful she really was, of course being a guard of the King, she would have to be, than a test shall have to be done, to see how skilled she really was. He let her go on ahead maybe 15 feet and he kneeled down to make a soft snowball and he cocked his arm back.

“Hey..”

He than launched the snowball even before he said anything, it flew her way and aimed for her back and he could only suspect that she would dodge it or blast it away with a arrow, or perhaps she would catch it in her gentle hand, or a spell, he didn’t know, but this would let him know a few more things about her. He just sat back and watched.

 

[Alerdene]

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[Alerdene]

I am an elf, cant you tell.

She bit back a sarcastic retort just before it flew from her lips, a grin replacing it once again. Her eyes never left his as he suddenly stepped closer to her, his arm going around her waist and behind her, his face mere inches from hers. Ignoring the tingle in her skin, a single eyebrow arched up, her lips opening to speak, just as he stepped backwards, two glowing stones in his hands. Her eyes followed them, her gaze serious, though she said nothing.

Oh, I am sorry my dear Maiden, had to get something out of my pocket. Or I guess we shall say for now, your pocket in your cloak, till I get it back. And if it’s a fight you want, than it’s a fight you shall get.

She tilted her head and looked at him innocently, her voice teasing,

You would fight me? An innocent woman who couldn't hurt a fly.. who only wishes to be warm?

She smiled as she walked off ahead of him, her ears perking as she realized he wasn't following, and she listened carefully as she walked several feet away.

Hey..

Knowing she had only a split second to react, she chose carefully, unsure of how much of herself she wanted to reveal just yet. She murmured a single word under her breath as she turned, not even attempting to spin out of the way or launch an arrow through the harmless snowball.. at least she assumed it was harmless. Her eyes met his the moment the last syllable came from her lips, the snow almost to her face, when out of nowhere a strong gust of wind whipped around her, the cloak flying wildly around her as did her hair. The gust was enough to push the ball of snow off course and right into the back of Terrence's head. The wind disappeared as quickly as it came and her eyes stayed latched onto his, though her lips were attempting to tug into their usual smile.

Nice shot. Though I'm not so sure Terrence will agree..