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<blockquote data-quote="3SpdDragster" data-source="post: 6777428" data-attributes="member: 6805287"><p><strong><u>Dorn and Bumble</u></strong></p><p></p><p>For most people the docks of Yartar were a chaotic stream of people moving about haphazardly with no purpose, for Dorn it was a sea of opportunity. The Halfling Cleric Bumble was weaving her way through the crowd, her natural nimbleness and small size allowed her to avoid being barged over.</p><p></p><p>Dorn watched her move out of sight and decided to spend a few hours making some new friends and seeing what he could learn. Casually liberating enough “friend” money along the way, he finds the local dockside tavern.</p><p></p><p>Emerging several hours later with a host of new friends, information and a still bulging pouch he grins to himself. The rumour mill had it that the elves of the forest to the south were having some difficulties and that they were seeking help to help rid them of some foe. Sounded like an opportunity to make money. Dorn smiles to himself.</p><p></p><p>The workers had mentioned the name of an elven trader heading that way in the morning, a Kelonmaz Whitebow. There was still an opportunity to hire on as a guard and make the journey a little more comfortably.</p><p></p><p>With what he hoped was a friendly smile Dorn approached the trader and managed to haggle for his fee. They would be leaving in the morning heading to a spot south of a place called Mhiilamniir.</p><p></p><p>The next morning, feeling much refreshed, he takes his place on one of the wagons, kicking back and enjoying the morning sun he hears a familiar high pitched voice.</p><p></p><p>“Well hello again.”</p><p></p><p>__________________________________________________________________________________</p><p></p><p>Bumble wove her way through the crowd of tall people. By her reckoning the Temple of the Morning Lord should be less than several minutes walk from the docks. The boat ride had been pleasant but the young cleric didn’t enjoy the prospects of the boat sinking, there were some very big fish in these waters.</p><p></p><p>The temple came into view its pale yellow stonework a pale imitation of the Sun’s glory, the gates were open and she quickly found her way through the familiar corridors to the Dawnlord’s offices.</p><p></p><p>“Sister Bumble,” he greats her with genuine joy. “Finished your travelling have you?”</p><p></p><p>Bumble smiles and sits down. “No, just finished with the undead threat to Colberg and need a new task.”</p><p>He pours her a drink and sits behind his desk, shuffling through some papers. “Well, the elves of High Forest have asked for assistance. One of the elders a….. Kelonmaz Whitebow petitioned us to send clerical aid to help combat some unknown threat in their forest. I was going to send Kieran……”</p><p></p><p>Bumble smiled, “Kieran is a good priest but ill suited to the rigours of adventuring. I’ll go if you would have me.”</p><p></p><p>The older man nods. “Rest here tonight, Master Whitebow leaves in the morning.”</p><p></p><p>The next day Bumble head out to meet the elven elder’s convoy. She sees a familiar cloaked figure lounging on one of the wagons. ‘Well at least it wont be boring,’ she thinks to herself. Making sure her purse was safely secured she approached Dorn.</p><p>“Well hello again.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="3SpdDragster, post: 6777428, member: 6805287"] [B][U]Dorn and Bumble[/U][/B] For most people the docks of Yartar were a chaotic stream of people moving about haphazardly with no purpose, for Dorn it was a sea of opportunity. The Halfling Cleric Bumble was weaving her way through the crowd, her natural nimbleness and small size allowed her to avoid being barged over. Dorn watched her move out of sight and decided to spend a few hours making some new friends and seeing what he could learn. Casually liberating enough “friend” money along the way, he finds the local dockside tavern. Emerging several hours later with a host of new friends, information and a still bulging pouch he grins to himself. The rumour mill had it that the elves of the forest to the south were having some difficulties and that they were seeking help to help rid them of some foe. Sounded like an opportunity to make money. Dorn smiles to himself. The workers had mentioned the name of an elven trader heading that way in the morning, a Kelonmaz Whitebow. There was still an opportunity to hire on as a guard and make the journey a little more comfortably. With what he hoped was a friendly smile Dorn approached the trader and managed to haggle for his fee. They would be leaving in the morning heading to a spot south of a place called Mhiilamniir. The next morning, feeling much refreshed, he takes his place on one of the wagons, kicking back and enjoying the morning sun he hears a familiar high pitched voice. “Well hello again.” __________________________________________________________________________________ Bumble wove her way through the crowd of tall people. By her reckoning the Temple of the Morning Lord should be less than several minutes walk from the docks. The boat ride had been pleasant but the young cleric didn’t enjoy the prospects of the boat sinking, there were some very big fish in these waters. The temple came into view its pale yellow stonework a pale imitation of the Sun’s glory, the gates were open and she quickly found her way through the familiar corridors to the Dawnlord’s offices. “Sister Bumble,” he greats her with genuine joy. “Finished your travelling have you?” Bumble smiles and sits down. “No, just finished with the undead threat to Colberg and need a new task.” He pours her a drink and sits behind his desk, shuffling through some papers. “Well, the elves of High Forest have asked for assistance. One of the elders a….. Kelonmaz Whitebow petitioned us to send clerical aid to help combat some unknown threat in their forest. I was going to send Kieran……” Bumble smiled, “Kieran is a good priest but ill suited to the rigours of adventuring. I’ll go if you would have me.” The older man nods. “Rest here tonight, Master Whitebow leaves in the morning.” The next day Bumble head out to meet the elven elder’s convoy. She sees a familiar cloaked figure lounging on one of the wagons. ‘Well at least it wont be boring,’ she thinks to herself. Making sure her purse was safely secured she approached Dorn. “Well hello again.” [/QUOTE]
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