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<blockquote data-quote="Spider_Jerusalem" data-source="post: 2227266" data-attributes="member: 5507"><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>A Chronicle of Ice, Luck and Honour</strong> </span> </p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><span style="font-size: 15px">Chapter 3: Doom's Doom</span></span> </p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"...from Halruaa to Waterdeep, I find things you need"</span></strong></p><p></p><p>...Thalin quickly apologised and the man grimaced before turning back to the bar. The mage inwardly blew a sigh of relief, but then his breath caught in his throat as he saw a quiver of black-feathered bolts hanging from the mans belt...</p><p></p><p>Torious noticed his companion’s nervous stance and followed his gaze till it settled on the thin man in black. A ripple of tension made the air suddenly heavy, but a call of "Lyle!" from the corner made the thin man turn away. Thalin's veins were shot white hot with adrenalin. He knew from his gut that this was the man whom had led the goblins.</p><p></p><p>Lyle wound his way across the tavern and stooped to a low table, where he joined a bulky blonde man in a red shirt. Lyle pointed unconcernedly at Thalin, then said something. The man in red let out a gutteral laugh, slapping his companion heavily on the back. </p><p></p><p>Lyle grinned and turned away. The man in red's gaze lingered on the three companions for a moment longer, before two dwarves barrelled each other to the ground in a drunken frenzy. The crowd rose to watch, and the two men were lost from sight.</p><p></p><p>Thalin placed the mugs on the table. He sat down, thumping his fist on the table edge as he did so. He leant in close to Milo and Torious, who were debating the finer eclesiastical points of Tyr, and silenced them.</p><p>"That's the bastard who led the goblins!"</p><p>Milo swallowed a mouthful of Rosewood Ale (teleported from the Dales by Noristour himself, the barmaid had boasted) before he answered, "Probably not. Goblins wouldn't take orders from a man..."</p><p>"Dammnit Milo," hissed Thalin, "I'm sure of it."</p><p>Milo arched his eyebrows and shrugged, "well fine, but don't charge over and try and get his head right now."</p><p></p><p>"The man in black is scarred by dark thoughts," growled Torious, looking away from the far corner and back to his companions, "his mind is rife with hatred."</p><p>Milo clapped his hands in sarcasm, "now he's mind reader!"</p><p>Torious levelled his angelic eyes on the halfling, a swelling of light ebbing beneath his scars "No. I'm not."</p><p>"Ooohh! read my future!" cooed Milo.</p><p>"You're going to Hell." replied Torious curtly. </p><p>Thalin descended into laughter, Milo quickly followed suit. Torious remained confused at his companions mirth, but smiled anyway, just so he could fit in for a while.</p><p></p><p>Much later in their travels, Torious came to realise how accurate that statement was.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>- - - - - - - - - -</strong></p><p></p><p>Lyle watched the halfling, the ice mage and the Tyr priest walk upstairs to their rooms. He snarled and said something to the man in red, who laughed loudly then shook his head. Lyle seemed about to complain, but thought better of it, his opinion already cast to the dogs by his brutish companion. </p><p></p><p>A few minutes later they both got up to leave, the man in red sending an arrogant hand of coins onto the table for the barmaid. With a nod to the barkeep, they pushed through the door and into the night air of Darmshall.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>- - - - - - - - - -</strong></p><p></p><p>The heavy chains stretched taut in the morning light. A grey clad half-drow shouted a number of words in undercommon to a second half-drow, who snarled a curse back before pulling tighter on the magical shackles that held the hulking form of a minotaur. Two iron-tipped horns crowned the juggernaut of molten muscle and straining sinew. </p><p></p><p>The dim hum of the market was shattered by the bellowing roar of the minotaur as it was herded towards a wooden enclosure at the other end of the huge trading square. Children skipped and hopped around the enraged minotaur, laughing as it pulled fiercely against the drow chains.</p><p></p><p>Thalin and Torious glanced up from their breakfasts as a half-dressed Milo blurred past them and into the street, galloping as fast as he could towards the roar he had just heard. The tavern occupants watched the halfling dash out then return to their business. Thalin and Torious finished their meagre plates of bread, eggs and what the cook had decided to call "cargomeat", before heading into the market town. </p><p></p><p>As the two travellers pushed their way into the cold morning light, an extremely short, squat man with a small velvet cape jumped down from a stool and trailed after the two men.</p><p></p><p>The minotaur roared again, but this time in defeat as it was finally manoeuvred into the holding pen. The half-drow grinned triumphantly and edged into the pen to secure the chains to the sides.</p><p></p><p>Milo pushed for a view but couldn’t get past a large woman who was boasting about having eaten minotaur flesh once upon a time. Feeling sorry for the shackled beast, Milo gave up trying to push through and instead settled for the woman’s purse.</p><p></p><p>Pushing back through the crowd, spied at once his two companions who had sat themselves on the lip of a dried up fountain. Milo presented himself with a flourish and scrambled onto the fountain. The ebb and flow of the market surged around them. </p><p></p><p>Thalin in particular was awe-struck at the sheer variety of races in such a northerly town. His father had rarely instructed him in the ways or business of outsiders. Thalin felt his first pang of regret since he had left his father's castle. This was an uneasy world, and he had merely touched the very tip of the Realms. Pushing back his feelings as per usual, Thalin informed the others he was going to collect rations and shelter for the travels ahead. With a swift jump, he disappeared into the crowd. </p><p></p><p>Milo turned to Torious and showed him the woman’s purse and was about to argue his good intentions when a sharp voice floated down to them from above.</p><p>“Can I interest you in items of wonderful magic power?” the small, squat man from the tavern sat cross-legged on the pinnacle of the fountain, his sharp little eyes registering every movement of the two adventurers. </p><p></p><p>Torious looked up in quiet judgement but Milo stood quickly, eyes ablaze with curiosity.</p><p>“What sort of items?” shouted Milo eagerly.</p><p>“All sorts of course. I am Mikka Tressak, and from Halruaa to Waterdeep I find things you need,” the small man grinned at Milo with wickedly pointed teeth, “… things you just can’t do without.”</p><p>With an expertly executed flip, Mikka landed beside Milo and spread a cloth full of wares in one slick gesture...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Spider_Jerusalem, post: 2227266, member: 5507"] [SIZE=3][B]A Chronicle of Ice, Luck and Honour[/B] [/SIZE] [COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=4]Chapter 3: Doom's Doom[/SIZE][/COLOR] [B][COLOR=RoyalBlue]"...from Halruaa to Waterdeep, I find things you need"[/COLOR][/B] ...Thalin quickly apologised and the man grimaced before turning back to the bar. The mage inwardly blew a sigh of relief, but then his breath caught in his throat as he saw a quiver of black-feathered bolts hanging from the mans belt... Torious noticed his companion’s nervous stance and followed his gaze till it settled on the thin man in black. A ripple of tension made the air suddenly heavy, but a call of "Lyle!" from the corner made the thin man turn away. Thalin's veins were shot white hot with adrenalin. He knew from his gut that this was the man whom had led the goblins. Lyle wound his way across the tavern and stooped to a low table, where he joined a bulky blonde man in a red shirt. Lyle pointed unconcernedly at Thalin, then said something. The man in red let out a gutteral laugh, slapping his companion heavily on the back. Lyle grinned and turned away. The man in red's gaze lingered on the three companions for a moment longer, before two dwarves barrelled each other to the ground in a drunken frenzy. The crowd rose to watch, and the two men were lost from sight. Thalin placed the mugs on the table. He sat down, thumping his fist on the table edge as he did so. He leant in close to Milo and Torious, who were debating the finer eclesiastical points of Tyr, and silenced them. "That's the bastard who led the goblins!" Milo swallowed a mouthful of Rosewood Ale (teleported from the Dales by Noristour himself, the barmaid had boasted) before he answered, "Probably not. Goblins wouldn't take orders from a man..." "Dammnit Milo," hissed Thalin, "I'm sure of it." Milo arched his eyebrows and shrugged, "well fine, but don't charge over and try and get his head right now." "The man in black is scarred by dark thoughts," growled Torious, looking away from the far corner and back to his companions, "his mind is rife with hatred." Milo clapped his hands in sarcasm, "now he's mind reader!" Torious levelled his angelic eyes on the halfling, a swelling of light ebbing beneath his scars "No. I'm not." "Ooohh! read my future!" cooed Milo. "You're going to Hell." replied Torious curtly. Thalin descended into laughter, Milo quickly followed suit. Torious remained confused at his companions mirth, but smiled anyway, just so he could fit in for a while. Much later in their travels, Torious came to realise how accurate that statement was. [CENTER][B]- - - - - - - - - -[/B][/CENTER] Lyle watched the halfling, the ice mage and the Tyr priest walk upstairs to their rooms. He snarled and said something to the man in red, who laughed loudly then shook his head. Lyle seemed about to complain, but thought better of it, his opinion already cast to the dogs by his brutish companion. A few minutes later they both got up to leave, the man in red sending an arrogant hand of coins onto the table for the barmaid. With a nod to the barkeep, they pushed through the door and into the night air of Darmshall. [CENTER][B]- - - - - - - - - -[/B][/CENTER] The heavy chains stretched taut in the morning light. A grey clad half-drow shouted a number of words in undercommon to a second half-drow, who snarled a curse back before pulling tighter on the magical shackles that held the hulking form of a minotaur. Two iron-tipped horns crowned the juggernaut of molten muscle and straining sinew. The dim hum of the market was shattered by the bellowing roar of the minotaur as it was herded towards a wooden enclosure at the other end of the huge trading square. Children skipped and hopped around the enraged minotaur, laughing as it pulled fiercely against the drow chains. Thalin and Torious glanced up from their breakfasts as a half-dressed Milo blurred past them and into the street, galloping as fast as he could towards the roar he had just heard. The tavern occupants watched the halfling dash out then return to their business. Thalin and Torious finished their meagre plates of bread, eggs and what the cook had decided to call "cargomeat", before heading into the market town. As the two travellers pushed their way into the cold morning light, an extremely short, squat man with a small velvet cape jumped down from a stool and trailed after the two men. The minotaur roared again, but this time in defeat as it was finally manoeuvred into the holding pen. The half-drow grinned triumphantly and edged into the pen to secure the chains to the sides. Milo pushed for a view but couldn’t get past a large woman who was boasting about having eaten minotaur flesh once upon a time. Feeling sorry for the shackled beast, Milo gave up trying to push through and instead settled for the woman’s purse. Pushing back through the crowd, spied at once his two companions who had sat themselves on the lip of a dried up fountain. Milo presented himself with a flourish and scrambled onto the fountain. The ebb and flow of the market surged around them. Thalin in particular was awe-struck at the sheer variety of races in such a northerly town. His father had rarely instructed him in the ways or business of outsiders. Thalin felt his first pang of regret since he had left his father's castle. This was an uneasy world, and he had merely touched the very tip of the Realms. Pushing back his feelings as per usual, Thalin informed the others he was going to collect rations and shelter for the travels ahead. With a swift jump, he disappeared into the crowd. Milo turned to Torious and showed him the woman’s purse and was about to argue his good intentions when a sharp voice floated down to them from above. “Can I interest you in items of wonderful magic power?” the small, squat man from the tavern sat cross-legged on the pinnacle of the fountain, his sharp little eyes registering every movement of the two adventurers. Torious looked up in quiet judgement but Milo stood quickly, eyes ablaze with curiosity. “What sort of items?” shouted Milo eagerly. “All sorts of course. I am Mikka Tressak, and from Halruaa to Waterdeep I find things you need,” the small man grinned at Milo with wickedly pointed teeth, “… things you just can’t do without.” With an expertly executed flip, Mikka landed beside Milo and spread a cloth full of wares in one slick gesture... [/QUOTE]
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