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A Chronicle of Ice, Luck and Honour - updated 19th December
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<blockquote data-quote="Spider_Jerusalem" data-source="post: 2220660" data-attributes="member: 5507"><p><strong><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"You are hurt my friend. I am skilled in the arts of healing..."</span></strong></p><p></p><p>The two companions travelled for a little more than an hour, before coming to a stop as the outskirts of Darmshall began to rise around them. Little had been said on the trip. Trust in Vaasa was rarer than dragons hide. The journey had been fast and hard, but sheer adrenalin had kept them going. </p><p></p><p>Thalin warned that they should stop and walk into the town on foot, "strangers on horseback draw too many eyes", commented the mage. Milo threw him a glance, wondering who the hell he had got stuck with this time. It didn't help that Dariel had developed a hunger-struck interest in Isplit - who was all but oblivious to the owl as he pranced about on his master's shoulders.</p><p></p><p>Nothing more could be said before Thalin and Milo came upon the sight of a young man huddled around a small camp fire. On one side of the man sat an ornate sword and the other was a travelling pack. The two companions stopped. The man hadn't seen them.</p><p></p><p>Milo nudged Thalin in the shin, "Noristour probably wouldn't let him in to the town..." Milo began to describe the obvious sloping foreheads of thieves (whilst nudge-winking at the man at the fire), but Thalin cut him off.</p><p>"What do you mean?"</p><p></p><p>Milo shook his head in exasperation and launched into an explanation. Before he was done, Thalin knew the ins-and-outs of Darmshall's wizard leader (or as Thalin saw it, tyrant), the glowing border alarm that made a perimeter around the town; alerting Noristour of every being that passed through it. Milo suggested taming a local wyvern and flying in, but Thalin quickly snubbed the plan. Milo's babbling highlighted the nearby populace of goblin and orc clans, whom were somewhat of a nuisance, and lastly the fact that anyone not let into the town (at this point Milo motioned to the man by the fire) was no doubt a troublemaker of some kind, if not a greater demon.</p><p></p><p>Milo let out a sigh and smiled happily at his summary, then blindly ignoring his own words, sauntered over to the man by the fire. Thalin checked <em>Shard</em> was ready as a few minutes later, the halfling came dashing back like a child with a new toy, the man in tow.</p><p></p><p>Milo skidded up to the mage and they stood and watched as the stranger approached. The man seems deadly serious, his face a statue of calm amid a mixed jumble of chainmail and leather. Both Milo and Thalin were a little disturbed by both the beauty and disposition of the man before them, though two deep, white scars ran the length of his face.</p><p></p><p>Milo introduced the man as Torious Mangrane and explained that he was from Raven’s Bluff and had travelled because of dream vision that had lead him to this very spot. As Milo finished Torious reached out a hand to Thalin.</p><p>“I am Torious Mangrane. A traveller following my lord Tyr’s guidance.” </p><p></p><p>Thalin winced from pain as he extended his arm and shook Torious’ rather fearsome grip.</p><p>“You are hurt my friend. I am skilled in the arts of healing…” chimed Torious, sighting the wound in Thalin’s side.</p><p>“Thank you kindly, but I can manage fine…”, grimaced Thalin, but his body betrayed him and he staggered sideways. Torious caught him and with the help of Milo, escorted the wounded mage to the fireside.</p><p></p><p>As Torious dressed Thalin’s wound, the young man seemed lost in thought, then suddenly began to recount the tale of his travels. Thalin was in too much pain to care, and Milo far too curious to say a word as Torious Mangrane began to speak in a powerful, sombre voice...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Spider_Jerusalem, post: 2220660, member: 5507"] [B][COLOR=RoyalBlue]"You are hurt my friend. I am skilled in the arts of healing..."[/COLOR][/B] The two companions travelled for a little more than an hour, before coming to a stop as the outskirts of Darmshall began to rise around them. Little had been said on the trip. Trust in Vaasa was rarer than dragons hide. The journey had been fast and hard, but sheer adrenalin had kept them going. Thalin warned that they should stop and walk into the town on foot, "strangers on horseback draw too many eyes", commented the mage. Milo threw him a glance, wondering who the hell he had got stuck with this time. It didn't help that Dariel had developed a hunger-struck interest in Isplit - who was all but oblivious to the owl as he pranced about on his master's shoulders. Nothing more could be said before Thalin and Milo came upon the sight of a young man huddled around a small camp fire. On one side of the man sat an ornate sword and the other was a travelling pack. The two companions stopped. The man hadn't seen them. Milo nudged Thalin in the shin, "Noristour probably wouldn't let him in to the town..." Milo began to describe the obvious sloping foreheads of thieves (whilst nudge-winking at the man at the fire), but Thalin cut him off. "What do you mean?" Milo shook his head in exasperation and launched into an explanation. Before he was done, Thalin knew the ins-and-outs of Darmshall's wizard leader (or as Thalin saw it, tyrant), the glowing border alarm that made a perimeter around the town; alerting Noristour of every being that passed through it. Milo suggested taming a local wyvern and flying in, but Thalin quickly snubbed the plan. Milo's babbling highlighted the nearby populace of goblin and orc clans, whom were somewhat of a nuisance, and lastly the fact that anyone not let into the town (at this point Milo motioned to the man by the fire) was no doubt a troublemaker of some kind, if not a greater demon. Milo let out a sigh and smiled happily at his summary, then blindly ignoring his own words, sauntered over to the man by the fire. Thalin checked [I]Shard[/I] was ready as a few minutes later, the halfling came dashing back like a child with a new toy, the man in tow. Milo skidded up to the mage and they stood and watched as the stranger approached. The man seems deadly serious, his face a statue of calm amid a mixed jumble of chainmail and leather. Both Milo and Thalin were a little disturbed by both the beauty and disposition of the man before them, though two deep, white scars ran the length of his face. Milo introduced the man as Torious Mangrane and explained that he was from Raven’s Bluff and had travelled because of dream vision that had lead him to this very spot. As Milo finished Torious reached out a hand to Thalin. “I am Torious Mangrane. A traveller following my lord Tyr’s guidance.” Thalin winced from pain as he extended his arm and shook Torious’ rather fearsome grip. “You are hurt my friend. I am skilled in the arts of healing…” chimed Torious, sighting the wound in Thalin’s side. “Thank you kindly, but I can manage fine…”, grimaced Thalin, but his body betrayed him and he staggered sideways. Torious caught him and with the help of Milo, escorted the wounded mage to the fireside. As Torious dressed Thalin’s wound, the young man seemed lost in thought, then suddenly began to recount the tale of his travels. Thalin was in too much pain to care, and Milo far too curious to say a word as Torious Mangrane began to speak in a powerful, sombre voice... [/QUOTE]
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