Gurney picked up a chair and sat down next to Magus.
“You’re a quiet one ain’t ya?” He laughed and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “I see you haven’t even finished your wine yet! I’ll join you. Harnan, give me an ale!”
Magus gave him a weary smile. “Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor, my friend. Especially when you’re a wizard without a spellbook.” He nodded when Gurney quirked his eyebrow. “Yes, I was robbed during the night a couple days ago. I woke up and chased off the thief before he could ahold of most of my possessions, but he grabbed my spellbook on the way out.”
Noting the calm in the wizard’s voice, Gurney looked at him strangely. “Well, aren’t you going to go after him? I mean, isn’t it important to you or something?”
Magus just smiled and shook his head. “No need. As removing curses is a bit of a talent of mine, I know a thing a two about the reverse process. Let’s just say I’m expecting an old acquaitence to show up any day now.” He grinned, and soon Gurney found himself grinning as well.
The druid from before sat down at the table. “Truly, you people are skilled in battle. These may have been but simple thugs, but we dealt with them with such haste and voluminous might. Certainly you city dwellers have some fighting background and are disciplined in certain fields. I only wish my grove had such abilities when we went under siege.” Magus watched as the man wrestled visibly with the pain of the traumatic experience. “Where’s that ale?” he finally said, composing himself.
Magus decided that a change in topics was in order. “Greetings, friend. It was indeed quite the one-sided fight. But I’m afraid I didn’t catch your name. I am Magus. You might call me a traveling wizard. I go here and there, wherever my services are required. And you?”
Suddenly there was the sound of a bottle shattering on the floor behind the counter. “I’ll be damned, but it’s a flyin rat!” the barkeep bellowed. Magus’s bolted to his feet, but it was too late. Deciding that such a thing had to be worth a fortune, the barkeep lunged for it. There was a whir of movement, and then a crash as the barkeep plunged headlong into a shelf stacked with assorted bottles of ale. The surprisingly human-looking “flying rat” stuck it’s tongue out at the figure lying stunned on the floor, then nonchalantly returned to Magus and landed on his shoulder. Standing about 10cm tall, with shoulder-long light blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and wearing a light blue skirt, she looked like a miniature elf, if not for the clear gossamer wings folded behind her back. Magus grimaced as the barkeep rose angrily to his feet, eyeing the half-elf menacingly. The little pixie glared back indignantly.
“You’ve really done it this time, Celestia,” Magus mumbled.
Vengeance of the Heart
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Magus decided that a change in topics was in order. “Greetings, friend. It was indeed quite the one-sided fight. But I’m afraid I didn’t catch your name. I am Magus. You might call me a traveling wizard. I go here and there, wherever my services are required. And you?”
Acolytus opened his mouth, ready to respond, when a flying rat shot across the inn, causing a wake of havoc. Magus grimaced as the barkeep rose angrily to his feet, eyeing the half-elf menacingly. The little pixie glared back indignantly.
“You’ve really done it this time, Celestia,” Magus mumbled.
Acolytus shook his head, trying to hold back the laughter. “Ah, I see you have a friend. I’ve heard of such creatures. That is a familiar, correct? I have a friend of my own too, though he serves for a different purpose.” Acolytus threw one of his hands up in the air, motioning “come”. Greppun, who was still admiring the fight his master and friends put on, charged over in a mad rush towards his master. Greppun ran up to the table and held his paws up to Acolytus.
“Ah, Greppun,” Acolytus said with a smile, “Always a true friend.”
“Oh,” Acolytus exclaimed, “almost forgot to answer your initial question, Magus. I hail from the druid grove to the south, near Trademeet. I am Acolytus, an avenger druid. This is Greppun, a friendly dire wolf that I have had since I was but a boy. I go where I am needed, and where the balance is being disturbed, so that balance can be restored. Recently I have been forced to keep the grove on its feet, as there have been barbarian sieges from time to time. I have come to Umar Hills because another friend has been around these parts and I was visiting her. While I was around, I felt I needed something to ease my nerves.”
“I am sorry to hear you have been robbed, Magus. I am sorry, but not surprised. There seems to be so much conflict in the cities. I can go on for a while on it, but I chose not to. I see everyone else has a story to tell, why should I dwell too much on mine?” Acolytus looked in anticipation towards Gurney or Gurdio for their introductions as he gently waved his hand through the soft, warm hair on Greppun’s back.
Acolytus opened his mouth, ready to respond, when a flying rat shot across the inn, causing a wake of havoc. Magus grimaced as the barkeep rose angrily to his feet, eyeing the half-elf menacingly. The little pixie glared back indignantly.
“You’ve really done it this time, Celestia,” Magus mumbled.
Acolytus shook his head, trying to hold back the laughter. “Ah, I see you have a friend. I’ve heard of such creatures. That is a familiar, correct? I have a friend of my own too, though he serves for a different purpose.” Acolytus threw one of his hands up in the air, motioning “come”. Greppun, who was still admiring the fight his master and friends put on, charged over in a mad rush towards his master. Greppun ran up to the table and held his paws up to Acolytus.
“Ah, Greppun,” Acolytus said with a smile, “Always a true friend.”
“Oh,” Acolytus exclaimed, “almost forgot to answer your initial question, Magus. I hail from the druid grove to the south, near Trademeet. I am Acolytus, an avenger druid. This is Greppun, a friendly dire wolf that I have had since I was but a boy. I go where I am needed, and where the balance is being disturbed, so that balance can be restored. Recently I have been forced to keep the grove on its feet, as there have been barbarian sieges from time to time. I have come to Umar Hills because another friend has been around these parts and I was visiting her. While I was around, I felt I needed something to ease my nerves.”
“I am sorry to hear you have been robbed, Magus. I am sorry, but not surprised. There seems to be so much conflict in the cities. I can go on for a while on it, but I chose not to. I see everyone else has a story to tell, why should I dwell too much on mine?” Acolytus looked in anticipation towards Gurney or Gurdio for their introductions as he gently waved his hand through the soft, warm hair on Greppun’s back.
“Caw, Caw!” The call of the wild calls you. Are you listening? Do you dare challenge their power? Do you dare invade? Nature will always triumph in the end.
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
As Mursalin walked back in he saw that the others had sat down and business had returned to normal. "This went well, very little bloodshed and barely any destruction" he thought to himself. He grabbed the other two bodies and walked back out again, dragging the larger one on the floor and the other was hoisted over his shoulder.
Once he was out, it was time to bury these fools. Finding nice soft ground near the old ranger hut, Mursalin started to dig a large pit for all the 4 bodies, of which one he had to get. It took him a good 40 minutes to get a 4 graves that he was happy with and large enough to fit the bodies.
Without breaking, Mursalin placed the first body of a larger barbarian into the grave giving the man respect he didnt deserve and may have not gained in his life. The process continued for the other two bodies and then Mursalin filled their graves and tried to make it appear that the area had not been dug up.
With one body left in the Inn, Mursalin walked back towards the village feeling quite content. He had aided in saving a gnome but then his thoughts darkened, "but who had said that the gnome was innocent and in the right".
Mursalin's pace quickened, he didnt want to miss the gnome and his friends.
Once he was out, it was time to bury these fools. Finding nice soft ground near the old ranger hut, Mursalin started to dig a large pit for all the 4 bodies, of which one he had to get. It took him a good 40 minutes to get a 4 graves that he was happy with and large enough to fit the bodies.
Without breaking, Mursalin placed the first body of a larger barbarian into the grave giving the man respect he didnt deserve and may have not gained in his life. The process continued for the other two bodies and then Mursalin filled their graves and tried to make it appear that the area had not been dug up.
With one body left in the Inn, Mursalin walked back towards the village feeling quite content. He had aided in saving a gnome but then his thoughts darkened, "but who had said that the gnome was innocent and in the right".
Mursalin's pace quickened, he didnt want to miss the gnome and his friends.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
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Leaning back on his chair in a lazy way, Gurney was enjoying both his ale and the stories told by his drinking buddies. Though the wolf Greppun, was a nice creature; the pixie Celestia really caught his interest. Never had he seen such a creature before and he wondered about how to classify it; was it more elfish or more a wild creature? Either way, he was determined to write a song about her sometime.
When Acolytus finished his story, Gurney thought he had best introduce himself to the newcomers.
“It’s nice to meet you all. As some of you already know, I am Gurney. Born in a small farm near great Baldur’s Gate, I had a pretty easy life. Helping out on the fields my father owned and playing my ballist was about all I did. When I got older I decided to travel and see all of the Sword Coast… and sometimes even further. My skill in playing the ballist sure came in use.”
He relaxed for a second and took a sip from his ale. “Ah, Harnan always has good ale…”
“Anyway, after a couple of years on the road I met her… The most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Samantha was he name and she worked in an Inn where I had a room. Hah, I stayed there longer just for her; we grew quite fond of each other. We were good friends for some time, then we became even more.”
Quickly he finished his ale and ordered a new one. “We could have had it all. I settled down with her in a nice cottage by a lake. But then she got sick, I sent for the best healers, but none could do anything for her…
One week later she died. Thus I travel alone once again.”
Harnan, who had been listening from a distance, brought him his ale. As he reached over to place it on the table, he patted Gurney on the back. ”This one is on the house.”
“Thanks”
Gurney picked up his ballist and tokkled a few notes, thinking about the idea he had for a song. “Loyal, shy… nah nah…“ He muttered to himself.
When Acolytus finished his story, Gurney thought he had best introduce himself to the newcomers.
“It’s nice to meet you all. As some of you already know, I am Gurney. Born in a small farm near great Baldur’s Gate, I had a pretty easy life. Helping out on the fields my father owned and playing my ballist was about all I did. When I got older I decided to travel and see all of the Sword Coast… and sometimes even further. My skill in playing the ballist sure came in use.”
He relaxed for a second and took a sip from his ale. “Ah, Harnan always has good ale…”
“Anyway, after a couple of years on the road I met her… The most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Samantha was he name and she worked in an Inn where I had a room. Hah, I stayed there longer just for her; we grew quite fond of each other. We were good friends for some time, then we became even more.”
Quickly he finished his ale and ordered a new one. “We could have had it all. I settled down with her in a nice cottage by a lake. But then she got sick, I sent for the best healers, but none could do anything for her…
One week later she died. Thus I travel alone once again.”
Harnan, who had been listening from a distance, brought him his ale. As he reached over to place it on the table, he patted Gurney on the back. ”This one is on the house.”
“Thanks”
Gurney picked up his ballist and tokkled a few notes, thinking about the idea he had for a song. “Loyal, shy… nah nah…“ He muttered to himself.
Guinness is good for you.
Gives you strength.
Gives you strength.
Mursalin sheathed his sword as he walked into the inn and made a bee line for the table with the ones partly responsible for the damage. Arriving at the table Mursalin asked curtly "I have a few questions for you, all of you."
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
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As Lilth and Ae'siir made their way towards Umar Hills, the weather changed for the worst. The sun went into hinding behind the clouds and small raindrops announced that here was more to come. In the distance, loud thunder could be heard and it was moving their way. Speed was of an essence if the travellers were to make in to their destination without getting soaking wet.
When they went through a bend in the road, they saw someone sitting on a rock hidden by the bushes in the berm. It is a young woman who is resting from a long trip; she looks exhausted and doesn’t seem to take notice of the arrival of the two elves.
The two travellers got closer and closer; they had to walk passed this strange woman, who was remarkably pretty, if not for a dark look in her eyes. Ae'siir noticed that he was looking at her longer then he found necessary. And both of the travellers felt uneasy due to the presence of this strange woman.
They were only a meter removed from her, when she suddenly looked up and stared straight at them. Even though they weren’t easily scared, something about this woman made them wish they were somewhere else right now.
“What makes you think you can stop me?” Her voice had something cold in it and they felt a chill running up their spine. Unwillingly they had stopped walking, even though they knew it was best to keep going.
“They deserve it you know… all of them.”
Suddenly a flash of light blinded them, it seemed like lightning had struck right in front of them. Right were the woman sat only a second ago. She was gone now.
Confused Ae'siir and Lilth were alone again.
And when they started realising what had just happened; the rain started falling.
When they went through a bend in the road, they saw someone sitting on a rock hidden by the bushes in the berm. It is a young woman who is resting from a long trip; she looks exhausted and doesn’t seem to take notice of the arrival of the two elves.
The two travellers got closer and closer; they had to walk passed this strange woman, who was remarkably pretty, if not for a dark look in her eyes. Ae'siir noticed that he was looking at her longer then he found necessary. And both of the travellers felt uneasy due to the presence of this strange woman.
They were only a meter removed from her, when she suddenly looked up and stared straight at them. Even though they weren’t easily scared, something about this woman made them wish they were somewhere else right now.
“What makes you think you can stop me?” Her voice had something cold in it and they felt a chill running up their spine. Unwillingly they had stopped walking, even though they knew it was best to keep going.
“They deserve it you know… all of them.”
Suddenly a flash of light blinded them, it seemed like lightning had struck right in front of them. Right were the woman sat only a second ago. She was gone now.
Confused Ae'siir and Lilth were alone again.
And when they started realising what had just happened; the rain started falling.
Guinness is good for you.
Gives you strength.
Gives you strength.
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Even though Gurney liked people who were open and honest, the bluntness of this question surprised him. Openly he responded while pointing to a chair; “Come sit with us my friend. Have an ale or something! What is it you’d like to know?”
Before the man who, judged by his armour and colours appeared to be a paladin, had responded; Gurney continued. “I suspect you have the same question as I have? Why were these guys after the gnome?”
Before the man who, judged by his armour and colours appeared to be a paladin, had responded; Gurney continued. “I suspect you have the same question as I have? Why were these guys after the gnome?”
Guinness is good for you.
Gives you strength.
Gives you strength.
"Yes that is what i want to know" Mursalin replied curtly as he took his seat. Nodding to the bartender, his usual was brought over. "So anybody care to answer the question?"
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
Yes that is what I want to know" Mursalin replied curtly as he took his seat. Nodding to the bartender, his usual was brought over. "So anybody care to answer the question?"
Acolytus replied, “I know naught of the story of this gnome. I only know that he had 5 foes, and now they lay dead. Why has blood been drawn on this day?” Acolytus asked with concerning eyes, towards the gnome, Gurdio. “Who are you, gnome?” Acolytus asked with a firmness in his voice. “Speak.”
Acolytus looked on to the gnome with interest and yet dissatisfaction, while he tightly grasped the spear at his side.
Acolytus replied, “I know naught of the story of this gnome. I only know that he had 5 foes, and now they lay dead. Why has blood been drawn on this day?” Acolytus asked with concerning eyes, towards the gnome, Gurdio. “Who are you, gnome?” Acolytus asked with a firmness in his voice. “Speak.”
Acolytus looked on to the gnome with interest and yet dissatisfaction, while he tightly grasped the spear at his side.
“Caw, Caw!” The call of the wild calls you. Are you listening? Do you dare challenge their power? Do you dare invade? Nature will always triumph in the end.
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
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Black clouds had gathered above Umar Hills and the rain had made the roads muddy and covered with puddles. Luckily the centre of the storm was far enough away to keep the small town safe of lightning, but residents had taken preparations none there less. Shutters had been closed and few people ventured onto the streets. It made the town look abandoned and gave it a ghost-townish look.
Struggling against exhaustion, hunger and thirst; a woman made her way into the small town. She looked up through her blond hair which hung in front of her face all wet and soggy from the rain. “This dump had better have a good Inn, if I don’t sleep and eat soon, I won’t even be able to stand anymore.” For days she had neglected her own physical needs, driven by her desire for that she had been looking for. But when she found it, she new it was time to rest, and Umar Hills was closest by.
She continued struggling towards the centre of the town, hardly even feeling the rain. The weather suited her state of mind, dark, gloom and restless; it made her feel at ease. Her clothes were covered with mud and the rain had made them even heavier, but she refused to give in to the exhaustion.
So she kept on struggling further into the village, and even though some people saw she was having problems, no one would help her. It was as if they knew there was something about her, there was nothing that could reveal the thru horror she had planned though.
In the near distance she saw a sign. “Umar Inn”
Struggling against exhaustion, hunger and thirst; a woman made her way into the small town. She looked up through her blond hair which hung in front of her face all wet and soggy from the rain. “This dump had better have a good Inn, if I don’t sleep and eat soon, I won’t even be able to stand anymore.” For days she had neglected her own physical needs, driven by her desire for that she had been looking for. But when she found it, she new it was time to rest, and Umar Hills was closest by.
She continued struggling towards the centre of the town, hardly even feeling the rain. The weather suited her state of mind, dark, gloom and restless; it made her feel at ease. Her clothes were covered with mud and the rain had made them even heavier, but she refused to give in to the exhaustion.
So she kept on struggling further into the village, and even though some people saw she was having problems, no one would help her. It was as if they knew there was something about her, there was nothing that could reveal the thru horror she had planned though.
In the near distance she saw a sign. “Umar Inn”
Guinness is good for you.
Gives you strength.
Gives you strength.
After a moment of silence, Mursalin gets impatient. "Well? Is anybody gonna answer the question or should I have the lot of you locked up for the fight?"
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
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After some hesitation Gurdio decided to tell his story. He took a deep breath, filling his small gnomish lungs with fresh air, and started:
“I think I’d better tell you the story, if I don’t want to go where those barbarians are now.” Gurdio was quiet for a moment; he looked around to see whether he got everyone’s attention. He had it, as usual.
“It all started two months ago when I was in the Green Griffon Inn near the city of Port Llast. I did my show there, which was pretty similar to the one I just did here. Nothing was wrong, nice crowd, some beautiful ladies and the best ale of Sword Coast”. The bartender looked a bit angry with Gurdio. “The second best ale”, said Gurdio and he smiled at the bartender, who seemed satisfied with the correction.
“As I was saying, everyone was ok. But in the end I made my remarks on humans and there was one fellow in the back of the inn that was angered by that. I didn’t notice it at first, so after I was finished I drunk an ale or three and I went upstairs to my room. At the moment I entered the room, a bag was thrown over my head and three or four guys were punching and kicking my everywhere they possibly could hit me. After a minute or three I was knocked unconscious and when I woke up I was alone, but still in my room.
At first I didn’t knew who ordered those guys to beat me up, but after a small talk with the innkeeper, I knew that it was a man named Frederick Simons, a very wealthy man, who lives near the Neverwinter Woods. I decided to play a little game with the poor old bastard. I made sure everybody knew I would perform again the next evening. The news reached its goal, the Neverwinter Woods.
That night mister Simons was in the crowd again, probably checking if I still made my remarks on humans. But I didn’t. Instead of cracking jokes I caste a spell. I let one illusionary dragon attack Frederick Simons. Just for a few seconds. Then I let the dragon disappear again. The dragon has only been in the inn for a second or five, but it was long enough for mister Simons to wet his pants, making him look like a fool in front of the entire audience.
Ever since then he tries to kill me, but he never succeeded, not even tonight.”
“I think I’d better tell you the story, if I don’t want to go where those barbarians are now.” Gurdio was quiet for a moment; he looked around to see whether he got everyone’s attention. He had it, as usual.
“It all started two months ago when I was in the Green Griffon Inn near the city of Port Llast. I did my show there, which was pretty similar to the one I just did here. Nothing was wrong, nice crowd, some beautiful ladies and the best ale of Sword Coast”. The bartender looked a bit angry with Gurdio. “The second best ale”, said Gurdio and he smiled at the bartender, who seemed satisfied with the correction.
“As I was saying, everyone was ok. But in the end I made my remarks on humans and there was one fellow in the back of the inn that was angered by that. I didn’t notice it at first, so after I was finished I drunk an ale or three and I went upstairs to my room. At the moment I entered the room, a bag was thrown over my head and three or four guys were punching and kicking my everywhere they possibly could hit me. After a minute or three I was knocked unconscious and when I woke up I was alone, but still in my room.
At first I didn’t knew who ordered those guys to beat me up, but after a small talk with the innkeeper, I knew that it was a man named Frederick Simons, a very wealthy man, who lives near the Neverwinter Woods. I decided to play a little game with the poor old bastard. I made sure everybody knew I would perform again the next evening. The news reached its goal, the Neverwinter Woods.
That night mister Simons was in the crowd again, probably checking if I still made my remarks on humans. But I didn’t. Instead of cracking jokes I caste a spell. I let one illusionary dragon attack Frederick Simons. Just for a few seconds. Then I let the dragon disappear again. The dragon has only been in the inn for a second or five, but it was long enough for mister Simons to wet his pants, making him look like a fool in front of the entire audience.
Ever since then he tries to kill me, but he never succeeded, not even tonight.”
Broken promises
"They made us many promises,
more than I can remember.
But they kept but one -
They promised to take our land...
and they took it"
Chief Red Cloud
"They made us many promises,
more than I can remember.
But they kept but one -
They promised to take our land...
and they took it"
Chief Red Cloud
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The door of the Inn opened up and allowing the rain to blow in. In the opening stood the young woman, soaking wet and dripping all over the floor. “Come in quickly!” shouted Harnan. “It’s raining inside!”
Not even bothering to closing the door, she slowly made her way towards the bar, making a huge impact as she did. Everybody inside stopped what they were doing and looked at her as she walked by. Her shoes made soggy noises as she walked and she left a trail of mud behind her; Harnan muttered to himself a bit since he had to clean the place up again.
After sitting down at the bar, she commanded to Harnan: “Wine and food, now. And clean up a room for me.” Somehow Harnan felt himself unable to resist. “Of course my lady. I’ll get right on it.”
The atmosphere had taken a nose dive after the fight, and had just gotten worse. The whole Inn was silent, with only a cough here and there once in a while. She was the centre of attention, and she didn’t like it one bit.
“What are you looking at?”
Nervously, people turned around on their chair and started talking to each other on a soft tone; hoping she couldn’t here what they were talking about.
Satisfied, she turned back around. Harnan had just placed her food and wine on the bar in front of her. “Enjoy your meal my lady.” Paying no attention to Harnan, she started eating; her hunger made her forget all her table manners and one could notice she hadn’t eaten for days.
Not even bothering to closing the door, she slowly made her way towards the bar, making a huge impact as she did. Everybody inside stopped what they were doing and looked at her as she walked by. Her shoes made soggy noises as she walked and she left a trail of mud behind her; Harnan muttered to himself a bit since he had to clean the place up again.
After sitting down at the bar, she commanded to Harnan: “Wine and food, now. And clean up a room for me.” Somehow Harnan felt himself unable to resist. “Of course my lady. I’ll get right on it.”
The atmosphere had taken a nose dive after the fight, and had just gotten worse. The whole Inn was silent, with only a cough here and there once in a while. She was the centre of attention, and she didn’t like it one bit.
“What are you looking at?”
Nervously, people turned around on their chair and started talking to each other on a soft tone; hoping she couldn’t here what they were talking about.
Satisfied, she turned back around. Harnan had just placed her food and wine on the bar in front of her. “Enjoy your meal my lady.” Paying no attention to Harnan, she started eating; her hunger made her forget all her table manners and one could notice she hadn’t eaten for days.
Guinness is good for you.
Gives you strength.
Gives you strength.
Acolytus acknowledged the gnome’s story. “Sounds like a bit of miscommunication that has accumulated into chaos…typical,” Acolytus took a giant swig of ale when the strange woman made her way in the inn.
“Wine and food, now. And clean up a room for me.” Somehow Harnan felt himself unable to resist. “Of course my lady. I’ll get right on it.”
Acolytus stared at her undivided attention. Greppun looked up to his master, and nudged him on the side, as if trying to break a spell that has been put on him.
“What are you looking at?” Said the strange woman.
Acolytus broke his attention and looked at, the, now frantic, Greppun. “Whats the matter, friend?” Acolytus swayed his hand through the fur on Greppun’s back.
Acolytus shook his head as if the woman had put a spell on him and it had worn off. “This is not good…I sense…” Acolytus paused. “No…no….no,” whispered Acolytus.
Acolytus stared to the open door, and it seemed so inviting. Temptation leaned on Acolytus. It is obvious he realized there was something not right with this traveling woman. The door grew closer and closer in his mind. Fleeing from this disturbance and returning to the grove was a few steps away. And yet, Acolytus couldn’t take those steps. Something was keeping him here. Something was keeping Acolytus in the presence of the other wanderers.
“Grrrr… RAUGH! RAUGH!” The hollering of Greppun broke Acolytus’ stare at the doorway. Concern grew on Acolytus eyes and his focus was diverted back to his half empty mug of ale.
“Wine and food, now. And clean up a room for me.” Somehow Harnan felt himself unable to resist. “Of course my lady. I’ll get right on it.”
Acolytus stared at her undivided attention. Greppun looked up to his master, and nudged him on the side, as if trying to break a spell that has been put on him.
“What are you looking at?” Said the strange woman.
Acolytus broke his attention and looked at, the, now frantic, Greppun. “Whats the matter, friend?” Acolytus swayed his hand through the fur on Greppun’s back.
Acolytus shook his head as if the woman had put a spell on him and it had worn off. “This is not good…I sense…” Acolytus paused. “No…no….no,” whispered Acolytus.
Acolytus stared to the open door, and it seemed so inviting. Temptation leaned on Acolytus. It is obvious he realized there was something not right with this traveling woman. The door grew closer and closer in his mind. Fleeing from this disturbance and returning to the grove was a few steps away. And yet, Acolytus couldn’t take those steps. Something was keeping him here. Something was keeping Acolytus in the presence of the other wanderers.
“Grrrr… RAUGH! RAUGH!” The hollering of Greppun broke Acolytus’ stare at the doorway. Concern grew on Acolytus eyes and his focus was diverted back to his half empty mug of ale.
“Caw, Caw!” The call of the wild calls you. Are you listening? Do you dare challenge their power? Do you dare invade? Nature will always triumph in the end.
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
Mursalin was about to comment on the gnomes story, when the door burst open and in the opening stood the young woman, soaking wet and dripping all over the floor. “Come in quickly!” shouted Harnan. “It’s raining inside!”
Mursalin watched her somewhat bewitched. He was aware he was staring at her and he couldnt stop himself. As she said “What are you looking at?”, the trance broke. He had no clue what had happened, just that he was bewitched by her prescene. Something he did not like at all.
Instinctively Mursalin moved quickly to the hungry maiden to see if he could be of any assistance and to further investigate the source of the bewitchment.
Mursalin watched her somewhat bewitched. He was aware he was staring at her and he couldnt stop himself. As she said “What are you looking at?”, the trance broke. He had no clue what had happened, just that he was bewitched by her prescene. Something he did not like at all.
Instinctively Mursalin moved quickly to the hungry maiden to see if he could be of any assistance and to further investigate the source of the bewitchment.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
The door of the Inn opened up and allowing the rain to blow in. In the opening stood the young woman, soaking wet and dripping all over the floor. “Come in quickly!” shouted Harnan. “It’s raining inside!”
The inn grew silent. Curious, Magus glanced over at the newcomer as she walked by. The glance soon became a stare. What was it about her that held his gaze, as if by compulsion? She was beautiful…yes. But no…that wasn’t it. It was something else. It was the dark shadow that seemed to cling to her like a cloak. A cloak…of death. The sudden insight surprised as much as it unnerved him. But he hadn’t come this far by ignoring intuition. Whatever the reason, this woman was trouble—that was for sure.
A sharp poke in the eye brought him back to his senses. Celestia hovered in front of him, looking annoyed, and a little frightened. Embarrassed, he held out his hand for her to land on. “What do you sense?” he whispered.
The little pixie settled down a little. “Don’t like her, not at all. She scary. Very scary. Think we should be leaving this place,” she said in her soft little voice. She shivered.
Magus wanted to agree, but something deep inside wouldn’t let him walk away. He had to know. He wouldn’t leave until he knew what was going on.
His eyes on the dark-clad woman, he muttered a cantrip to detect evil.
As he finished the spell a flash of lightning illuminated the room, followed by a tremendous thunderclap. Seconds later, a ragged-looking man holding a book stumbled through the doorway. He fell to the ground and lay still. He was smoldering. The book lie next him, dry and untouched.
Magus grimaced. It seemed his guest had arrived…
The inn grew silent. Curious, Magus glanced over at the newcomer as she walked by. The glance soon became a stare. What was it about her that held his gaze, as if by compulsion? She was beautiful…yes. But no…that wasn’t it. It was something else. It was the dark shadow that seemed to cling to her like a cloak. A cloak…of death. The sudden insight surprised as much as it unnerved him. But he hadn’t come this far by ignoring intuition. Whatever the reason, this woman was trouble—that was for sure.
A sharp poke in the eye brought him back to his senses. Celestia hovered in front of him, looking annoyed, and a little frightened. Embarrassed, he held out his hand for her to land on. “What do you sense?” he whispered.
The little pixie settled down a little. “Don’t like her, not at all. She scary. Very scary. Think we should be leaving this place,” she said in her soft little voice. She shivered.
Magus wanted to agree, but something deep inside wouldn’t let him walk away. He had to know. He wouldn’t leave until he knew what was going on.
His eyes on the dark-clad woman, he muttered a cantrip to detect evil.
As he finished the spell a flash of lightning illuminated the room, followed by a tremendous thunderclap. Seconds later, a ragged-looking man holding a book stumbled through the doorway. He fell to the ground and lay still. He was smoldering. The book lie next him, dry and untouched.
Magus grimaced. It seemed his guest had arrived…
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Mursalin disturbed the woman as she was eating, and just when she was about to send him away; one way or another, she felt a release of energy aimed at her… nearby, in this every room… Sensing for it’s origin, she didn’t pay much any attention to the man stumbling through the doorway. A quick glare at it was enough to determine its insignificance.
Aggressively she rose from her chair and looked across the room, her eyes rapidly jumping from one point to another; until her eyes saw a man dressed in blue, he seemed to be hiding something in his pocket. Seconds she stood there, observing this man; looking for any indications that it was him who had released the magical energy. He had a magical aura and the appearance of a man familiar with the arts of magic.
Uncomfortably Magus sat in his chair trying to look casual as he could, awaited the effect of his spell. The result confused him, as he felt a great evil within this woman, but he also felt good. As if something drove her to being this way, something powerful and more intense then she could or wanted to resist; it was unlike anything he had felt before. Even though he was confused, he struggled to keep his cool and not to stand out of the crowd.
Tired of searching, she stopped and relaxed. “It matters not; tell them of your findings for all I care. It can not, will not save them from my wrath. Hah, if they can not stop me themselves, what chance do you think you have?”
She made her way towards the door of the Inn, once there she kicked the body out of her way, only to turn around afterwards. As she stood there in the opening of the door, it was obvious to all that she had vengeance on her mind… vengeance on a massive scale. “I’ll rest on my way then. Don’t follow me, and don’t try to stop me. Next time I won’t be so.. nice.”
Luaghing loudly she stepped into the darkness of the night; it made it impossible for anybody to find her out there right now.
Harnan stood uncomfortably behind his bar, as if he knew something.
Aggressively she rose from her chair and looked across the room, her eyes rapidly jumping from one point to another; until her eyes saw a man dressed in blue, he seemed to be hiding something in his pocket. Seconds she stood there, observing this man; looking for any indications that it was him who had released the magical energy. He had a magical aura and the appearance of a man familiar with the arts of magic.
Uncomfortably Magus sat in his chair trying to look casual as he could, awaited the effect of his spell. The result confused him, as he felt a great evil within this woman, but he also felt good. As if something drove her to being this way, something powerful and more intense then she could or wanted to resist; it was unlike anything he had felt before. Even though he was confused, he struggled to keep his cool and not to stand out of the crowd.
Tired of searching, she stopped and relaxed. “It matters not; tell them of your findings for all I care. It can not, will not save them from my wrath. Hah, if they can not stop me themselves, what chance do you think you have?”
She made her way towards the door of the Inn, once there she kicked the body out of her way, only to turn around afterwards. As she stood there in the opening of the door, it was obvious to all that she had vengeance on her mind… vengeance on a massive scale. “I’ll rest on my way then. Don’t follow me, and don’t try to stop me. Next time I won’t be so.. nice.”
Luaghing loudly she stepped into the darkness of the night; it made it impossible for anybody to find her out there right now.
Harnan stood uncomfortably behind his bar, as if he knew something.
Guinness is good for you.
Gives you strength.
Gives you strength.
The sudden change in weather only hastened the pace of Lilth and Ae'siir. They both knew that avoiding the onslaught of rain would be impossible, and did little to shield themselves when it did. Instead, as the first drops of the cool liquid fell from the skies, they merely continued their pace. As they walked, the beads of water seemed to roll off the leather curiess of both elves, tracing the fine curves of Lilth, and the defined build of Ae'siir. Lilt continued her care-free walk, seemingly ignoring the rain, still holding the same mischeivous grin that had become part of her image. Behind her, Ae'siir followed, a similar, emotionless exterior being presented to the world about him.
They had long since entered the hilly region of Umar, and had followed the path along, and the lights of the Umar Inn were now in sight of the pair. Sloshing through the last few meters of mud and water, the came to the doors of the Inn. Ae'siir cast a knowing glance towards Lilth, as if her telling her to mind her behaviour. Lilth shrugged in response, and gave her shoulder a brief squeeze.
Ae'siir then made a grab for the handle of the door, but as he came close to it, the large wooden door crept open on it's own. The light seemed to flood out into the empty, dirt streets of the town, leaving Ae'siir and Lilth looking into the silhouette of a woman. Ae'siir stepped off to the side of the door, in order to allow the woman to leave. She seemed to have been leaving the commons in a sense of commotion, albeit a dulled one. As the woman passed Ae'siir and Lilth, she cast both a glance from the corner of her eyes. For a breif moment, time seemed to stop for the pair of elves, the only movement was that of the woman drifting by them as if caught in some sort of time-delay. As fast as the feeling came, it passed, and Ae'siir turned his head to follow the womans path back into the rainy weather, and into the darkness. The gentle touch of Lilth beckoning him into the warmth of the inn snapped his mind back. Somewhat dazed, he hesitated one last look at the darkened figure of the woman, then turned, and accompanied Lilth into the Inn.
It was a few seconds before Harnan realized that the pair had stepped in, still being distracted by the scene the woman had created only moments before. When he finally noticed the elves, he stammered and returned to his regular duties, trying to look as if nothing happened.
"What'll it be?" He said professionaly, then muttered under his breath "Least they ain't the damned woman again..."
"Nothing." Ae'siir said to the bartender, and continued to follow Lilth's lead to a table by the fire.
Both sat down, glancing breifly to the fire. Beads of water fell from their matted hair, their leather cuiress' seemed to have become tighter to their bodies, and their clothing clung needily to their elven frames. Lilth took her long, black hair in both hands, and swinging it about her shoulders, she rung the loose moisture out, and to the floor. Ae'siir only pushed his hair back, over his forehead, and let it hang in the warm air to dry. Both seemed unconcerned with the mixed stares and low murmers that seemed directed towards them.
They had long since entered the hilly region of Umar, and had followed the path along, and the lights of the Umar Inn were now in sight of the pair. Sloshing through the last few meters of mud and water, the came to the doors of the Inn. Ae'siir cast a knowing glance towards Lilth, as if her telling her to mind her behaviour. Lilth shrugged in response, and gave her shoulder a brief squeeze.
Ae'siir then made a grab for the handle of the door, but as he came close to it, the large wooden door crept open on it's own. The light seemed to flood out into the empty, dirt streets of the town, leaving Ae'siir and Lilth looking into the silhouette of a woman. Ae'siir stepped off to the side of the door, in order to allow the woman to leave. She seemed to have been leaving the commons in a sense of commotion, albeit a dulled one. As the woman passed Ae'siir and Lilth, she cast both a glance from the corner of her eyes. For a breif moment, time seemed to stop for the pair of elves, the only movement was that of the woman drifting by them as if caught in some sort of time-delay. As fast as the feeling came, it passed, and Ae'siir turned his head to follow the womans path back into the rainy weather, and into the darkness. The gentle touch of Lilth beckoning him into the warmth of the inn snapped his mind back. Somewhat dazed, he hesitated one last look at the darkened figure of the woman, then turned, and accompanied Lilth into the Inn.
It was a few seconds before Harnan realized that the pair had stepped in, still being distracted by the scene the woman had created only moments before. When he finally noticed the elves, he stammered and returned to his regular duties, trying to look as if nothing happened.
"What'll it be?" He said professionaly, then muttered under his breath "Least they ain't the damned woman again..."
"Nothing." Ae'siir said to the bartender, and continued to follow Lilth's lead to a table by the fire.
Both sat down, glancing breifly to the fire. Beads of water fell from their matted hair, their leather cuiress' seemed to have become tighter to their bodies, and their clothing clung needily to their elven frames. Lilth took her long, black hair in both hands, and swinging it about her shoulders, she rung the loose moisture out, and to the floor. Ae'siir only pushed his hair back, over his forehead, and let it hang in the warm air to dry. Both seemed unconcerned with the mixed stares and low murmers that seemed directed towards them.
Aggressively the dark woman rose from her chair and looked across the room, her eyes rapidly jumping from one point to another; until her eyes settled on Magus. Seconds she stood there, observing him; looking for any indications that it was he who had released the magical energy.
Uncomfortably Magus sat in his chair trying to look casual as he could, awaited the effect of his spell. The result confused him, as he felt a great evil within this woman, but he also felt good. As if something drove her to being this way, something powerful and more intense then she could or wanted to resist; it was unlike anything he had felt before. Even though he was confused, he struggled to keep his cool and not to stand out of the crowd.
For a brief split second their eyes met, revealing what the simple spell could not; in her eyes burned the fire of vengeance, hot and smoldering as it consumed her very soul…
At last she looked away, and after a few cryptic announcements, she left, leaving Magus to ponder what had transpired. Her words lingered in his mind. It can not, will not save them from my wrath, she had said.
Who was she, and what was she up to?
He wondered what he should do. He was tempted to let the matter pass. After all, he was no paladin. Curious by nature, he nonetheless knew that sometimes it was wise to mind one’s own business. He knew well that meddling in other’s affairs could only result in a knife in the back down the line…
Yet he felt that this was a matter that couldn’t just be ignored. After careful consideration, he decided it was worth looking into. The barkeep looked like he might know something.
But first, to retrieve what he’d been waiting here for. Without a word, he rose from the table and walked toward the door. He stopped by the body of the ragged man sprawled in a heap on the floor, wisps of greasy smoke still emanating from singed hair and tattered rags. He kneeled down and checked for a pulse. Nothing. He shook his head, sadly but without remorse, and picked up the book that lied next to him.
“Should have put it in a better place,” Celestia admonished him, crawling out of her hiding place to get a better look. Perched in his lap, she watched intently as Magus flipped through the spellbook. She was absolutely fascinated by her master’s magic, and they often had long discussions where Magus explained the theory and execution of each the many spells he had collected over the years. Though Magus didn’t realize it, she secretly wanted more than anything to be able to weave magic just like her master. Often, when he wasn’t looking, she would try to imitate the spells she had seen her master cast, trying her very hardest to make the wonderful things appear for her like they did for her master.
“Yes. I suppose you’re right.” Satisfied that everything was in order, Magus closed the book and tucked it in his robe, where it promptly disappeared. Disappointed, Celestia climbed back into her pocket as Magus rose and returned to the table, sitting down calmly as if nothing had happened.
He took a sip from his wine glass and looked around the table as a pair of elves entered the inn. “So, what do you gentleman make of the young woman that just passed through?” he asked pleasantly, as if it were typical dining conversation. If he noticed the elven pair walk by, he didn’t show it.
Uncomfortably Magus sat in his chair trying to look casual as he could, awaited the effect of his spell. The result confused him, as he felt a great evil within this woman, but he also felt good. As if something drove her to being this way, something powerful and more intense then she could or wanted to resist; it was unlike anything he had felt before. Even though he was confused, he struggled to keep his cool and not to stand out of the crowd.
For a brief split second their eyes met, revealing what the simple spell could not; in her eyes burned the fire of vengeance, hot and smoldering as it consumed her very soul…
At last she looked away, and after a few cryptic announcements, she left, leaving Magus to ponder what had transpired. Her words lingered in his mind. It can not, will not save them from my wrath, she had said.
Who was she, and what was she up to?
He wondered what he should do. He was tempted to let the matter pass. After all, he was no paladin. Curious by nature, he nonetheless knew that sometimes it was wise to mind one’s own business. He knew well that meddling in other’s affairs could only result in a knife in the back down the line…
Yet he felt that this was a matter that couldn’t just be ignored. After careful consideration, he decided it was worth looking into. The barkeep looked like he might know something.
But first, to retrieve what he’d been waiting here for. Without a word, he rose from the table and walked toward the door. He stopped by the body of the ragged man sprawled in a heap on the floor, wisps of greasy smoke still emanating from singed hair and tattered rags. He kneeled down and checked for a pulse. Nothing. He shook his head, sadly but without remorse, and picked up the book that lied next to him.
“Should have put it in a better place,” Celestia admonished him, crawling out of her hiding place to get a better look. Perched in his lap, she watched intently as Magus flipped through the spellbook. She was absolutely fascinated by her master’s magic, and they often had long discussions where Magus explained the theory and execution of each the many spells he had collected over the years. Though Magus didn’t realize it, she secretly wanted more than anything to be able to weave magic just like her master. Often, when he wasn’t looking, she would try to imitate the spells she had seen her master cast, trying her very hardest to make the wonderful things appear for her like they did for her master.
“Yes. I suppose you’re right.” Satisfied that everything was in order, Magus closed the book and tucked it in his robe, where it promptly disappeared. Disappointed, Celestia climbed back into her pocket as Magus rose and returned to the table, sitting down calmly as if nothing had happened.
He took a sip from his wine glass and looked around the table as a pair of elves entered the inn. “So, what do you gentleman make of the young woman that just passed through?” he asked pleasantly, as if it were typical dining conversation. If he noticed the elven pair walk by, he didn’t show it.
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Acolytus paid no attention to the wanderers that entered the inn; there seemed to be something more on his mind.
“So, what do you gentleman make of the young woman that just passed through?” Magus asked pleasantly, as if it were typical dining conversation. If he noticed the elven pair walk by, he didn’t show it.
Acolytus’ already cold face grew sterner. At that moment, he dropped his ale on the table, threw his cloak over his head and made a fast walk towards the door. Greppun quickly followed. On the threshold of the doorway, Acolytus stopped suddenly. He quickly peered to the right. His muscles eased, but in a disappointed manor. Acolytus knew the woman was gone. Relaxed, he looked toward his left.
“THWACK!”…In a flash, something had leapt onto Acolytus from the left. Acolytus fell straight to the wet grass as his legs gave way from the mysterious leaping creature. Greppun, in confusion, leapt at the creature that had attacked Acolytus. Acolytus threw a punch at the creature, trying to push it away. The creature, discouraged it was now out numbered, attempted to bring Greppun down. Acolytus reached for his spear, which lay inches away from him on the ground. With the rain pouring, it was very difficult to make out what the creature was and where anything was. The creature dug its teeth into the chest of Greppun. Greppun, in pain, still attempted to push back the creature. Acolytus knew this gave him an opportunity for an attack. With the butt of the spear, he hit the chest area of the creature. The creature grimaced and howled as it was pushed back by the blow. Acolytus twirled the spear so that the head of the spear now pointed at the creature. In the darkness that befell Umar in the rain, it was difficult to see, but the light illuminating from the inn made it possible to make out a sketchy body part that appeared to be its head. Acolytus noticed this, and jammed the head of the spear down the throat of the creature. The creature gave a cry of pain before it fell limp on the wet grass.
Acolytus sighed and stood up. He saw his friend had taken a bit of damage, and was breathing harder then usual, but was still standing and ready to protect his master and friend. Acolytus quickly ripped a piece of his shirt so he could bandage the cuts on Greppun’s chest. “Ah, good…but a few scratches. You’ll be fine.”
Acolytus, in desperate curiosity, dragged his sudden foe towards the doorway of the inn so that the light could show what type of foe this was. Acolytus looked down at the dead body.
“Worg,” Acolytus said with anger.
“So, what do you gentleman make of the young woman that just passed through?” Magus asked pleasantly, as if it were typical dining conversation. If he noticed the elven pair walk by, he didn’t show it.
Acolytus’ already cold face grew sterner. At that moment, he dropped his ale on the table, threw his cloak over his head and made a fast walk towards the door. Greppun quickly followed. On the threshold of the doorway, Acolytus stopped suddenly. He quickly peered to the right. His muscles eased, but in a disappointed manor. Acolytus knew the woman was gone. Relaxed, he looked toward his left.
“THWACK!”…In a flash, something had leapt onto Acolytus from the left. Acolytus fell straight to the wet grass as his legs gave way from the mysterious leaping creature. Greppun, in confusion, leapt at the creature that had attacked Acolytus. Acolytus threw a punch at the creature, trying to push it away. The creature, discouraged it was now out numbered, attempted to bring Greppun down. Acolytus reached for his spear, which lay inches away from him on the ground. With the rain pouring, it was very difficult to make out what the creature was and where anything was. The creature dug its teeth into the chest of Greppun. Greppun, in pain, still attempted to push back the creature. Acolytus knew this gave him an opportunity for an attack. With the butt of the spear, he hit the chest area of the creature. The creature grimaced and howled as it was pushed back by the blow. Acolytus twirled the spear so that the head of the spear now pointed at the creature. In the darkness that befell Umar in the rain, it was difficult to see, but the light illuminating from the inn made it possible to make out a sketchy body part that appeared to be its head. Acolytus noticed this, and jammed the head of the spear down the throat of the creature. The creature gave a cry of pain before it fell limp on the wet grass.
Acolytus sighed and stood up. He saw his friend had taken a bit of damage, and was breathing harder then usual, but was still standing and ready to protect his master and friend. Acolytus quickly ripped a piece of his shirt so he could bandage the cuts on Greppun’s chest. “Ah, good…but a few scratches. You’ll be fine.”
Acolytus, in desperate curiosity, dragged his sudden foe towards the doorway of the inn so that the light could show what type of foe this was. Acolytus looked down at the dead body.
“Worg,” Acolytus said with anger.
“Caw, Caw!” The call of the wild calls you. Are you listening? Do you dare challenge their power? Do you dare invade? Nature will always triumph in the end.
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black
[color=sky blue]I know that I die gracefully in vain. I know inside detiorates in pain.[/color]-Razed in Black