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<blockquote data-quote="Tellerian Hawke" data-source="post: 7331959" data-attributes="member: 6790669"><p><strong>Bill's Introduction to Jabbar and Avar</strong></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>Jabbar and Avar: Newfound Friends</strong></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The dwarf dismounts and does a quick search for tracks with the aid of his torchlight which also lets you get a good look at him. He looks to be barely an adult by dwarven standards, which would make him less than half your age... but there’s enough confidence behind his grey eyes to give you the impression he can take care of himself. You'd also guess he’s rarely ever slept on a bed wrapped in a bearskin cloak that is deeply soiled and unkempt, matching his own hair and rather short beard that are also wild and unkempt, so black they look almost tinged with blue. Standing 4’-10" he has the height of a hill dwarf with a warriors build, but his skin is unusually pale.</p><p></p><p>His garments are made from animal skins. His leather leggings are stuffed into tall moccasins strapped around his shins. He carries a bone-handled hunting knife and horn-handled throwing axe tucked into his waistband. Over his upper body, his leather tunic is pulled open partway where it’s normally cinched tight, revealing a tattoo across his lower neck that looks like broken chain-links. You glimpse more tattoo’s of chain-links around his forearms as he leans down to get a closer look at the earth around the patch of thorns Celestia was using for cover.</p><p></p><p>Bill claps the dwarf on the shoulder, and says, smiling, <span style="color: #0000FF">"My friend, I owe you a strong ale, and a mighty favor!"</span></p><p></p><p>Bill slings his bow back onto his back, but keeps the greatsword in-hand. He approaches Khaled and Jabbar, and bows before them.</p><p><span style="color: #0000FF">"I am pleased to meet any friend of my gracious employer. Your presence honors me."</span></p><p></p><p>Bill casually walks over to where he fell the three hounds. He sticks each one with the greatsword, and twists the blade violently, left, then right, to ensure that all beasts are dead. As he does so, he explains, <span style="color: #0000FF">"You should be very proud of your scout, his senses and instincts are as keen as they come. I too, suspected a trick, since I knew my sister to be far from here. What concerns me is how they were able to mimic her voice, as well as this..."</span></p><p></p><p>Bill shows Khaled and Jabbar the torn piece of shawl that he found earlier.<span style="color: #0000FF"> "This was no random ambush; these cretins were hired specifically to ambush ME. It seems I may have inherited my father's enemies."</span></p><p></p><p>Bill looks down to the spot where the hound's fangs found his side. <span style="color: #0000FF">"Oh wow," he says. "That's my blood. Don't see that too often."</span></p><p></p><p>Jabbar and Khaled share a look that seems to say... <span style="color: #FF0000">~he's an odd one isn't he? Even as elves go...~ </span></p><p><span style="color: #FF0000"></span></p><p><strong>Jabbar:</strong> -Speaks to Billanverthorne- <span style="color: #006400">"Hobgoblins never need a reason to ambush anyone, but if they made a plan for you specifically and you survived, you can bet they will try again."</span> He says in a warning tone that clearly speaks from experience. </p><p></p><p>Jabbar's guards soon return and report that they didn't find the hobgoblin.</p><p></p><p><strong>Avar:</strong> Fingers the haft of his throwing axe as he stares warily into the dark. <span style="color: #008080">"I suggest we go back while we still can..."</span></p><p><span style="color: #008080"></span></p><p><strong>Khaled:</strong> Nods <span style="color: #8b4513">"Yes indeed, let us return to camp with haste!" </span></p><p><span style="color: #8b4513"></span></p><p>The memory of Celestia's voice lingers in your mind as you make way back to camp. Whatever evil was at work in this ambush boggled the imagination. The shawl was almost convincing enough by itself, but her voice was certainly too real to disbelieve and cramps your stomach with questions. How did they come by the shawl and how could they mimic her voice so well? These were not typical hobgoblin tricks by any means, which begged another question. Why were Jabbar, and Avar in particular, so familiar with these uncanny tactics?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Tellerian Hawke, post: 7331959, member: 6790669"] [b]Bill's Introduction to Jabbar and Avar[/b] [CENTER][SIZE=3][B]Jabbar and Avar: Newfound Friends[/B][/SIZE][/CENTER] The dwarf dismounts and does a quick search for tracks with the aid of his torchlight which also lets you get a good look at him. He looks to be barely an adult by dwarven standards, which would make him less than half your age... but there’s enough confidence behind his grey eyes to give you the impression he can take care of himself. You'd also guess he’s rarely ever slept on a bed wrapped in a bearskin cloak that is deeply soiled and unkempt, matching his own hair and rather short beard that are also wild and unkempt, so black they look almost tinged with blue. Standing 4’-10" he has the height of a hill dwarf with a warriors build, but his skin is unusually pale. His garments are made from animal skins. His leather leggings are stuffed into tall moccasins strapped around his shins. He carries a bone-handled hunting knife and horn-handled throwing axe tucked into his waistband. Over his upper body, his leather tunic is pulled open partway where it’s normally cinched tight, revealing a tattoo across his lower neck that looks like broken chain-links. You glimpse more tattoo’s of chain-links around his forearms as he leans down to get a closer look at the earth around the patch of thorns Celestia was using for cover. Bill claps the dwarf on the shoulder, and says, smiling, [COLOR=#0000FF]"My friend, I owe you a strong ale, and a mighty favor!"[/COLOR] Bill slings his bow back onto his back, but keeps the greatsword in-hand. He approaches Khaled and Jabbar, and bows before them. [COLOR=#0000FF]"I am pleased to meet any friend of my gracious employer. Your presence honors me."[/COLOR] Bill casually walks over to where he fell the three hounds. He sticks each one with the greatsword, and twists the blade violently, left, then right, to ensure that all beasts are dead. As he does so, he explains, [COLOR=#0000FF]"You should be very proud of your scout, his senses and instincts are as keen as they come. I too, suspected a trick, since I knew my sister to be far from here. What concerns me is how they were able to mimic her voice, as well as this..."[/COLOR] Bill shows Khaled and Jabbar the torn piece of shawl that he found earlier.[COLOR=#0000FF] "This was no random ambush; these cretins were hired specifically to ambush ME. It seems I may have inherited my father's enemies."[/COLOR] Bill looks down to the spot where the hound's fangs found his side. [COLOR=#0000FF]"Oh wow," he says. "That's my blood. Don't see that too often."[/COLOR] Jabbar and Khaled share a look that seems to say... [COLOR=#FF0000]~he's an odd one isn't he? Even as elves go...~ [/COLOR] [B]Jabbar:[/B] -Speaks to Billanverthorne- [COLOR=#006400]"Hobgoblins never need a reason to ambush anyone, but if they made a plan for you specifically and you survived, you can bet they will try again."[/COLOR] He says in a warning tone that clearly speaks from experience. Jabbar's guards soon return and report that they didn't find the hobgoblin. [B]Avar:[/B] Fingers the haft of his throwing axe as he stares warily into the dark. [COLOR=#008080]"I suggest we go back while we still can..." [/COLOR] [B]Khaled:[/B] Nods [COLOR=#8b4513]"Yes indeed, let us return to camp with haste!" [/COLOR] The memory of Celestia's voice lingers in your mind as you make way back to camp. Whatever evil was at work in this ambush boggled the imagination. The shawl was almost convincing enough by itself, but her voice was certainly too real to disbelieve and cramps your stomach with questions. How did they come by the shawl and how could they mimic her voice so well? These were not typical hobgoblin tricks by any means, which begged another question. Why were Jabbar, and Avar in particular, so familiar with these uncanny tactics? [/QUOTE]
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