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<blockquote data-quote="Deuce Traveler" data-source="post: 5868905" data-attributes="member: 34958"><p>The prisoner seemed to be on his last legs, worn and tired, with weeks of stubble covering his face. But as he was delivered from one jailer to another, he took a deep, ragged breath and drew himself upright. For a moment he stood straight and spent a time considering the four standing before them. He met the gaze of each unflinchingly, and deep conviction burned within his eyes.</p><p></p><p>He stood silent, awaiting the decision.</p><p></p><p>Dartis had watched the Imperial column leave, barely breathing. He had been relieved that more of his people would not have to fight. And that the dwarves who sheltered them would be spared the brutality of war. But now, as he thought he could relax he found that he faced the Tallione prisoner, who stood almost defiantly before them.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Well Tallione, how come you to be here?" </span> asked Dartis.</p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: SlateGray">If we treat every defector as a spy we will get no surrenders and will have to fight twise as hard in the future, but if we treat every spy as a defector we will have no secrets left. Question is, what secrets do we have left anyway? Seems to me our enemy knows our every move already. And if we already have spies in our midst what harm can yet another spy do?"</span> Barok snorted, a wry smile almost touching his lips as he turned to his new companions. "<span style="color: SlateGray">But the choice is yours, do with him what you want, you've certainly earned it."</span></p><p></p><p>Ventus turned his eyes on Dartis as soon as Barok finished speaking. His voice was rough from lack of recent use, but he spoke forcefully enough. <span style="color: PaleTurquoise">"It is as it has been said. I am . . . I <strong>was</strong> Legionaire Tessan Ventus. I served my empire. I fought and killed my enemies on the field of battle. . ."</span></p><p>He paused, considering the recent events in his life. Speaking of it for the first time, there were many conflicting emotions and memories. When he continued, his voice was quieter, and although he still held his head aloft, he no longer met anyone's eyes. He stared into empty space ahead of his.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleTurquoise">"When the killing moved from the battlefields and encompassed those who were not soldiers. . . I was forced to reconsider much that I knew to be true. I left the legions to find my own way in the world. My paths crossed that of your allies, and now I am your prisoner."</span></p><p></p><p>He returned his eyes to those standing judgement, firmly meeting the gaze of Barok to add, <span style="color: PaleTurquoise">"I am no spy."</span></p><p></p><p>Silas had schooled his face to blankness and listened quietly until this point, but his emotions were given away by a pursing of his lips and a tightening around his eyes. He stared at the one named Tessan Ventus, but then an ill feeling arose. <em>I've faced men like him and I've killed men like him...</em> <span style="color: orange">"All men deserve the chance to make a life of their own choosing,"</span> he murmured hardly louder than a whisper. He looked to Dartis and didn't envy him the decision with which he was now faced.</p><p>Ventus’ mind raced on how he had gotten into his predicament. He remembered his wanderings that led him to the dwarven kingdom; he found a glade hidden by tall hills that looked wild with growth untouched by man.</p><p></p><p>However, Ventus had found that impression to be false. Inside the glade, by a crystal clear lake and large tree that appeared foreboding at night, he found a group of men sleeping in tall grass that wrapped around their bodies and kept them as prisoners. They seemed to be deep in dream, and no amount of prodding could wake them. On closer inspection he saw that they wore the cloaks of Dorinthian calvary!</p><p></p><p>He then heard singing coming from the large tree, and as he looked he saw a lithe woman holding a Dorinthian noble in her arms, his face blank as if in a trance. The music compelled Ventus to walk towards her and the Imperial grew sleepy as the grass seemed to wrap around his legs and pull at him.</p><p></p><p>As Ventus was about to drift off, a slumbering Dorinthian somehow gathered enough strength to break the spell and grab his thigh. <strong>"By the gods, run from here man!"</strong> He begged as the grass tightened against him and pulled him once more closer to the ground. </p><p></p><p>The spell temporarily broken, Ventus took his advice to heart. You ran, and did so for two days before being captured by the dwarves. The Imperial realized that perhaps these Dorinthians would be interested in the tale, and see value in leaving him his life. </p><p></p><p>His moment of memory broken, Ventus turned to face Silas for a moment, considering the man's statement. He inclined his head in a slight bow, aknowledging the sentiment. He appeared to be deep in thought for a moment before speaking again. These Dorinthians were at least willing to hear him out it seemed, more consideration than had been offered before.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleTurquoise">"I am certain that your dwarven allies believe me to be one who would say anything to his own benefit, but I hope that in this you will at least take me as a man of my word. There are more dangerous things afoot in this land than man. As I wandered lost, I came upon a cursed glade. I nearly fell prey there to whatever evil magic held sway, but in the end it was the actions of one of your kinsmen who set me free. If it is not too late, I would render him the same aid, but alone I was powerless. Render your judgement upon me, but grant me this boon. Lend me your strength in the rescue of your blood."</span></p><p></p><p>Dartis listened to the exchange between Silas and Barok and Ventus carefully. After considering everthing spoken, Dartis turned to Ventus: <span style="color: RoyalBlue">"The Emporer does not easily release his legionaires. Nor do they often seek to be released. The punishment for desertion is well known in the legions, and few dare to risk it. Fewer find fault with the tactics of the legions or the goals of the Emporer."</span></p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: RoyalBlue">In light of that I find it doubtful that the Tallione would send a spy under such pretenses. It would have been far too eas to have inflitrated the refugees. Not withstanding the timing would have put Ventus here as a spy far easlier than the Imperial column."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"If his tale is true, and the brutality of the legions, the breaking of the laws of war, and slaughter of civilians finally caused the Tallione conscience to finally awaken, then by all means we need to allow him to pursue his destiny a free man, so long as it is not to the detriment of Dorinthia."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Here then is my judgement. We shall provide the opportunity for Tessan Ventus to demonstate his truthfulness and intentions. He was under no obligation to inform us of our kinsmen. Should his story be true, he will have done Dorinthia a service and shall have his freedom. In the meantime, he shall remain a prisoner of Dorinthia, but a prisoner of honor. He shall be permitted to shave and clean himself, and his possessions returned to him. He shall be fed as we are and shall lead us to our kinsmen. This we will do if he will swear an oath, that he is not a spy, agent or legionaire of the Empire of Tallione, and owes no allegiance to it and that he will make no attempt to escape our custody until he has lead us to our kinsman and we have declared final judgement. Since he claims to no longer be a legionaire and cannot swear by his legion or its standard, I would ask Tessan Ventus as to what he would swear by that we would deem his oath as binding," </span> declared Dartis to Ventus and the assembled crowd.</p><p></p><p>Ventus listened patiently as the Dorinthian noble reasoned his way through the situation. The stubble covering his face itched fiercely, but he maintained his stance, keeping his bound hands in front of him.</p><p></p><p>Dartis's statements about Tallione almost provoked a response from the former Legionaire, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing. For all his feelings of betrayal, his old home was still firmly lodged in his heart. He listened stoicly to the judgement pronounced against him, nodding solemnly in response. <span style="color: PaleTurquoise">"Bring me my sword, the sword of my family. I will swear upon the blade, may it break under my hand if my word be sworn false."</span></p><p></p><p>Barok glanced at the prisoner, <span style="color: SlateGray">"You'll know the truth of his oath at the glade, my lord." </span> He turned to Dartis, <span style="color: SlateGray">"It seems the Empire has its reasons to want you dead, and I wouldn't put it past them to lay a trap for you. I'm pretty much done here, and don't really care whether I'll make it out of this war in one piece or many as long as I get a chance to kill some Imperial scum along the way. You've done well so far sir and I'd like to join you fighting our enemies, whoever they may be."</span> He saluted the Baron sloppily, something halfway between laughter and sorrow in his eyes.</p><p></p><p>Silas clamped his lips tight as he realized the words he spoke were not quite as quiet as he thought them to be. <em>Your wagging tongue will bring you to sorrow, yet,</em> he thought. He gazed at Ventus appraisingly as the scene between the Imperial and Lord Dartis Kalnian played out. Briefly he glanced over at Danica to see how the young woman was taking these newcomers, especially the Imperial, Ventus.</p><p></p><p>Thinking he saw a slight hint of command from Dartis, Silas stepped over to Ventus' dwarven captors and retrieved Ventus' weapon. Unsheathing the weapon and holding the bare blade horizontally in front of him he moved over to stand in front of Ventus. He glanced back at Dartis. <em>I hope to the gods I'm not overstepping my boundaries...</em></p><p><span style="color: orange">"An oath made while in chains can never be binding."</span> He looked at the nearby dwarves. <span style="color: orange">"If this has Lord Kalnian's approval then cut him free, so he can give his word, freely."</span> He returned his gaze to Ventus. <span style="color: orange">"Know that I am a Caernite scholar. Not only will your oath be heard before two sovereign peoples but the earth itself will hear and bind your word to you."</span></p><p>Ventus met Silas's gaze without flinching. <span style="color: PaleTurquoise">"I understand, and accept."</span> He held his hands up in front of him, fists clenched and held apart so the binding ropes were pulled taunt between them. He too awaited the final word from the man to whom he had submitted himself, this Lord Kalnian.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"And gladly would I have you join me Barok. Our first order is and has been as you yourself have been serving, protecting and gathering our peoples. But in doing so there has been much fighting. I am glad to have your sword. Dorinthia is grateful for your service" said Dartis clasping the man on the shoulder. </span> "So be it." replied Dartis as Silas retrieved Ventus' weapon. As Ventus held his hands out Dartis gave a nod to Silas.</p><p></p><p>In a rich and full voice far more suited for court than a battlefield, Dartis announced:<span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Tessan Ventus you are hereby remanded unto the custody of Dorinthia. Upon your honor you have sworn to remain as a Prisoner of Honor until such time as Dorinthia has rendered her judgement. Advisor Eyrstan, release his bonds." </span> </p><p>As Silas cut the cords, Dartis added in a more personal tone as Silas handed over the sword: <span style="color: RoyalBlue">"The weapons of ones ancestors are sacred, thier deeds are bound to them, and the manner in which their decendants employ them either desecrates or reveres their memory."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Silas, see that he gets what he needs."</span> Addressing the small assembled host, <span style="color: RoyalBlue"> "Come, let us now celebrate while we may. Tomorrow we will ride out to find our kinsmen and provide Ventus his reckoning"</span></p><p></p><p>After his bonds had been cut, Ventus gestured for Silas to hold out the sword horizontally. He placed his hand over the blade, slowly, to ensure that no one mistook his intentions. He spoke deliberately and clearly to all assembled. <span style="color: PaleTurquoise">"I, Tessan Ventus, do swear the following, of my own free will. Upon the blade of my father, I am no longer a legionaire in the service of the Tallione Empire. I hereby renounce all allegiance to the government of my homeland. I harbor no concealed duties, being neither spy nor agent for the Emperor or any other entity. I will attempt neither escape nor any attack upon my captors. All this I swear, to be witnessed by all."</span></p><p></p><p>Silas listened solemnly as Ventus makes his oath, nodding his approval at the man's words. With the ceremony concluded Silas quietly said, <span style="color: orange">"So witnessed, by the peoples of Dorinth, Bermax, and the earth who gave up a portion of herself so that your ancestors might arm themselves."</span> </p><p></p><p>Ventus bowed once to the four assembled before him, then left with Chalik and Barok to retrieve his equipment from the dwarves. He stayed away from the celebrations, not sure of what kind of reception he would get, nor if he even had anything to celebrate. Best to leave the Dorinthians in peace. The morning would bring time enough to meet those with whom he was to travel.</p><p></p><p>Leaning in to Silas, Dartis whispered, [sblock] <span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Thank you my friend. I go to the king, come when you can and send Danica"</span> [/sblock] With a last look at Ventus, and a nod to Barok, Dartis turned and heads back into the celebration.</p><p>With a concerned look, Kel went with several dwarven priests to attend to Alexander and Rix. Strangely, the three of them had become very close throughout their adventures and the elf was obviously agitated about the condition of the half-orc and kobold.</p><p></p><p>Barok and Chalik took Ventus to get cleaned up and retrieve the rest of his equipment. At the same time, Danica, Silas and Dartis met with King Bermax. The lord of the mountain was happy enough to listen to the party's requests and agreed to allow the Dorinthian militia and refugees to stay a bit longer as guests while the party followed Ventus to the location of the lost Dorinthian cavalry. Pondering the plight of those men, he added, <strong>"It's a strange story this Ventus tells, although there may be some truth mined from it. We dwarves never go to the location he is said to visit, as it is known as dryad territory. I would be most careful, as the fey can be vicious."</strong></p><p></p><p>The party talked with him some more before the group got together to enjoy the celebrations and then bedded down for the night. The party that was formed consisted of Dartis, Danica, Silas, Barok and Ventus. The area was estimated to be two days away, and the dwarves provided five days of trail rations for each of the five party members. They also allowed them to peruse their stockroom for extra goods. This was what was available to take:</p><p></p><p>3 Gauntlets</p><p>4 Punching Daggers</p><p>2 Spiked Gauntlets</p><p>3 Light Maces</p><p>2 Heavy Maces</p><p>1 Heavy Crossbow</p><p>2 Light Crossbows</p><p>1 Hand Crossbow</p><p>50 Bolts</p><p>20 Throwing Axes</p><p>2 Light Hammers</p><p>5 Hand Axes</p><p>3 Short Swords</p><p>3 Battle Axes</p><p>4 Warhammers</p><p>1 Spiked Heavy Shield</p><p>1 Greataxe</p><p>2 Shortbows</p><p>1 Longbow</p><p>40 Arrows</p><p>1 Dwarven Waraxe</p><p>1 Dwarven Urgrosh</p><p>3 Suits of Leather Armor</p><p>2 Suits of Studded Leather Armor</p><p>5 Chainmail Suits</p><p>3 Breastplates</p><p>1 Splint Mail suit</p><p>1 Banded Mail suit</p><p>3 Bucklers</p><p>2 Light Steel Shields</p><p>1 Heavy Steel Shield</p><p>1 Tower Shield</p><p>4 Backpacks</p><p>2 Bedrolls</p><p>1 Winter Blanket</p><p>1 pack of caltrops</p><p>1 Crowbar</p><p>1 Grappling Hook</p><p>1 50' coil of rope</p><p>7 Hooded Lanterns</p><p>12 Oil Flasks</p><p>25 Trail Rations</p><p>3 Waterskins</p><p>1 Piece of chalk</p><p>2 Signal Whistles</p><p>3 Whetstones</p><p>5 Torches</p><p>2 Tanglefoot Bags</p><p>3 Sunrods</p><p>1 set of Masterwork Artisan's Tools</p><p>1 set of Thieves Tools</p><p></p><p>-------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>When he was next seen, Ventus was much changed from his captivity. His sharp, new shave revealed the face of a young man. His hair had lightened several shades with washing and it had once again been cropped short in the style of the Legions. He still seemed slightly reduced as a result of his captivity and wandering before that, but a true night's rest had done much to restore his vigor. His frame was broadly built, and dressed once again in shining armor he looked the part of a warrior, no longer a languishing prisoner. But he had left the remains of his binding cords intact. They no longer restricted his movement, but they still hung from his wrists as a reminder.</p><p></p><p>Much of his legionaire's gear was left at the battlefield long ago, and now his distinctive scale mail had been changed for a breastplate from the dwarven stockroom. However, despite the new armor and the Dorinthian shield; the cut of his clothes, his stance and bearing, and the features of his face all loudly announced his history. And from his belt hung his highly polished blade, proudly bearing the golden eagle of the empire. Tucked into his pack was a battle axe, also borrowed from the dwarves. He figured one might never know when you might need to threaten a tree. </p><p></p><p>Ventus had stayed away from the celebrations, although there weren't many places for him to avoid being seen. Most people didn't notice him during the festivities, but the few that did made him feel uncomfortable indeed. Since Chalik was standing guard by his side, he was safe. Still, he resisted the unconscious urge to rest his hand on the pommel of his sword. He found that their reactions were slightly more positive in the morning, as it did help that he abandoned his old armor.</p><p></p><p>Before they set out, he did his best to describe in detail the scene that he was a witness to. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: PaleTurquoise">"The men lay under the effects of the spell, as I myself nearly fell prey to. It enduces a weariness it seems, a powerful effect when coupled with the plants that held them captive. I do not know what the woman's purpose was in holding them so, but they were clearly there against their will, or with no will left at all."</span></p><p></p><p>Silas mind was still considering King Bermax's description of the area, and again to Ventus' tale. Worrying, Silas had stayed at the edges of the evenings celebrations. Silas was allowed access to the small dwarven wizard's hall, though from the limited resources it was clear that most dwarves avoided this vocation. Since Dorinth's magic schools were all destroyed and Silas was one of the few surviving spellcasters, this was difficult for his vocation to say the least.</p><p></p><p>Silas tried to focus on learning some new spells, but the upcoming mission and the extended separation from his family weighed heavily upon him. He also looked for Ventus but did not catch sight of the man before the morning preparation. Though he frowned a little when he saw Barok he wasn't quite sure why and hoped that the man would prove a trusted friend. Repeatedly, he found himself watching Danica, surprised at her transformation, and thinking to himself that she would be key to what was to come. </p><p></p><p>Danica hurried about, not formally greeting either Barok or the newly freed Ventus. As she passed them during preparations, she bent at the waist, and tipped her hat, before remembering that she was no longer disguised as a boy. She blushed and continued to fuss about. </p><p></p><p>When she was freed from her obligations, she went to Rix, and spendt some time with him, speaking soothing words and holding his paw-like hand. She was proud of him, how he never squeaked during the battle, and what great lengths her companions were willing to go for a kobold. <em>Things have changed so much, since we first met, </em> she thought. <em>You're a hero now.</em></p><p></p><p>She thanked Kel for his help, and said to the Dwarven priests, <span style="color: YellowGreen">"Take good care of him now,"</span> kissed her finger and pressed it between Rix's eyes. She almost skipped away, so relieved was she at seeing Rix safe.</p><p></p><p>Later in privacy she went over her gear. She stood, the two crossbows bouncing awkwardly against her legs. <em> Hmmm. Can't travel like this.</em> Taking a walk, she went past the sight of the last battle, hesitating where Nefius had stood, and on a hunch, bendt her thumb and forefinger into a loop, and said, <span style="color: YellowGreen">"Show me what glows."</span> She held her fingers up to her eye, and looked about, to see if there was any hint of Nefius, or anything else. <em>detect magic</em> Danica found no trace of Nefius outside or anything else of interest, but a chill wind blew while she looked, causing her to shiver. For some reason, Danica knew Nefius survived and that his mind was also on the Dorinthians. It was as if somehow he had watching her from far away and when she casts her <em>detect magic</em>spell, for a moment in her mind she saw a dark figure huddled around a glass sphere and observing an image of Danica inside the crystal ball. ... but that must have just been her paranoia.</p><p></p><p>Satisfied, she looked to see if there were any bodies left that needed to be cleaned and properly disposed of, helping the dwarven teams that were sent out to clear them away. She then returned to the Dwarven tunnel, and busied herself helping with the cooking up a meal. A fist of anxiety caught in her throat as Dartis passes, and she looked down, hoping not to be noticed. <em>How could I have been so stupid to have thought my magic could help in a deception against Nefius?</em> But she swallowed it, flicking a remaining curl over her ear as she stirred a pot of some sort of stew.</p><p></p><p>After eating, she looks at her equipment. She was still carrying the magnificent Imperial crossbow, and it was suggested that this could be hers. She compared the weights of the two crossbows. The Imperial crossbow was a light crossbow and radiated magic. She had some more considering to do over whether or not to abandon her old, familiar weapon that had become so used to carrying</p><p></p><p>Danica was conscious she was not strong as a real warrior, and she rebuilt her pack, starting with replenished bolts that the dwarves had offered, to see if she could carry all her belongings without slowing her ability to move through the forest. She also remembered to move the ink vial to her belt pouch, for next time.</p><p></p><p>When this was done, she rejoined her friends, and had some stew. Her repacking has taken much of their supper time, but it saved her having to make conversation. Danica realized that her disguise failures had been her own fault: her boy disguise was seen through as soon as she encountered someone who had known her before, and she herself had revealed her real secret. <em>So much for that.</em> She tookthe silly cap off her head, and unbuttoned her collar. <em>No more secrets.</em> Her lopsided smile grew as she ate -- it was clear she was hungry -- and by the end of the meal she stood proudly, and looked to make one more change.</p><p></p><p>She started to look for a nice, silk blouse among the dwarven women, hoping something meant for a dwarven female child as some sort of formal wear. But something feminine, and something from <em>here</em>. Danica spent some time among the dwarves looking for a more feminine outfit. She had little luck, as most of the wide dwarven clothes made her look like an apple. The sorceress did meet a Dorinthian refugee, however, that came up to her and offered her one of her spare clothes for two gold pieces. The price was steep, but the woman was in need, and Danica found that she couldn't refuse. She was pleased by her decision, however, as she found that the dark blue silk blouse fits her perfectly. From the looks of some of the other men in the camp, it is also shouted female.</p><p></p><p>Barok had one last night with the woman who warmed his blankets on the trail and said his farewells before helping himself to some supplies (a bedroll and a tanglefoot bag). Then he headed out to join the others. Having had little sleep and a lot to drink he was not in a cheerful mood, but kept himself steady and seemed competent enough.</p><p></p><p>In the morning of the preparations Dartis found time to speak with each member individually. First he tracked down Barok. <span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Barok, they tell me you are a man of sharp eyes, I charge you with keeping a close watch upon of our captive then. While he has sworn his oath. As you have said an Imperial trap is not out of the question. I have no suspiscions of him, but we will give him enough rope to hang or save himself."</span> </p><p></p><p>Barok winced slightly at the volume of Dartis' voice and rubbed his left temple before answering with a grim expression, <span style="color: SlateGray">"I accept your charge, because I do not trust him. But not just because of that. He has the blood of murderers in his veins and wether or not he has done murder against our people he has helped make murder possible for his brothers. It will take a lot more than an oath to make up for that." </span> </p><p></p><p>Dartis next had summoned Danica, and when she appeared he was taken aback a bit at her transformation. "Danica Swann, I wish to thank you for all of your assistance, especially venturing out with Silas to serve as my honor guard against the Imperials. It took a great deal of courage. You are part of why Dorinthia has and will be great. And Dorinthia will always be proud of Her daughters, so long as they stay to to her. I am glad to see that you no longer conceal yourself from your countrymen. You have earned every right to stand alongside Her defenders. You have the gratitude of our remaining peoples, they will not judge you so long as you do not judge yourself. Silas has told me that you found an Imperial crossbow on the field. It looks of excellent quality. Long may you use it against our enemies. Enjoy your free time, you have earned the opportunity to relax."</p><p></p><p>Danica was flushed with the compliment that Dartis offered her, and she courtseyed low. She patted the new crossbow at her side, and nodded, her lips pursed at the seriousness of what awaited them.</p><p></p><p>Dartis then caught up to Silas</p><p></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"> "Silas my friend, I am worried. Imperials I will stand before and face a thousand arrows, but fey? The memories of the gnome still haunt me. I will lean heavily upon your knowledge her and well as your and Danica's magic for our next challenge. But we must succeed! To find kinsmen, to find cavalry! Do you know what that would mean to our people? Such hope it would bring!</span></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"></span></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">But still I worry, the Imperials are on their way back to Tallione, but how long will their own schemes keep them occupied? And what do we do with our people Silas? We cannot rely upon the gnomes or the dwarves or the elves forever. Hopefully the reduced Imperial presence will allow the elves to breath a bit more easily and keep us a while longer. But we must find a new home. Arable lands for our farmers. And it must be soon. Our people grow less scattered. We have begun assembling them. We must provide them a direction, a place to go, a place to live......."</span> after a pause Dartis added, <span style="color: RoyalBlue">"a king."</span> said Dartis staring into Silas' eyes.</p><p></p><p>"Do you think our people need these things? Ruminate upon them. Put your Caernite mind to work upon these problem my trusted Advisor, and see what answers you can give me"</p><p></p><p>Silas bows as Dartis presented the ring to him. <span style="color: orange">"Respectfully, Lord, I must decline. I am well protected by my magics and I feel it would do more good for Danica. She baffles me, I must confess. She almost seems ashamed of her magics."</span> He shook his head in amazement. <span style="color: orange">"And I feel that she will be instrumental in our next mission. I know <em>nothing</em> of the fey except that dryads seemingly prey on human males. I hope that her gender will provide us some manner of protection. As well as her magic."</span> His brow knitted together in concern and thought. <span style="color: orange">"Perhaps I should try to find out more about what she can <em>do</em> with her magic? Though I'm afraid that no matter how cautiously I proceed I will still tread too heavily."</span> He sighed.</p><p></p><p>Returning Dartis' forthright stare with one of his own, Silas said, <span style="color: orange">"I have thought long about these things you bring up already. I share your worries and fear that once the Tallione finish with their internal squabbles they will once again turn towards the remnants of Dorinth. We cannot flee them forever. We need homes and fields, places where we can raise our children in safety. We need something greater than ourselves, a community, leaders, a king. Baron Dorin is old, his son lost...and the Shield of Kings has been placed into your hands..."</span> Unsure if he has brought up something that he shouldn't have, Silas quickly pressed on. <span style="color: orange">"I will continue to consider these things and provide you what counsel I may."</span></p><p></p><p>When Silas saw Danica again, he handed her the ring they discovered in the Skum caverns and told her it would protect her. (<em>ring of protection +1</em>)</p><p></p><p>Kel and Chalik came out to bid the party good luck, as did several other well-wishers that were able to get up early despite their hangovers. Interestingly enough, King Bermax was not one of them, and the heroes heard that the lord of the mountain was so pleased at the survival of his people that he had a private celebration with five hundred year old dwarven ale, and would likely have the kind of morning no one would envy.</p><p></p><p>Silas split some of the winnings of the previous adventure amongst the three previous party members of Silas, Danica, and Dartis. It came out to be 86 gp, 6 sp, and 6 cp each. It probably would not be of use against dryads, but he was glad to get the obligation out of the way.</p><p></p><p>After making their final arrangements, the party moved to leave. Ventus served as their guide through the fields to the east, although instead of going northeast towards where the Dorinthians stood against the Imperials, he cut to the southeast towards some high hills. The journey was uneventful, but not without its own tensions as the ex-Imperial soldier was not allowed to take watch, and was himself observed closely in poorly disguised anxiety. The situation was not helped by Barok's foul mood. He constantly sipped at his waterskin, though by the evening the color returned to his face and he seems to be in better spirits.</p><p></p><p>The party reached the foot of the hills on the morning of the second day, and spendt most of the following day climbing up hilltops and back down ravines. As the last minutes of the afternoon ticked by, Ventus stopped the group in front of a large ring of tall hills that circled, what he said, was the valley where he found the men. </p><p></p><p>It didn't look like an easy climb. The incline was steep and filled with brambles, and the heroes began to understand that Ventus' previously rough look may have been less about his treatment by the dwarves and more about his journey. For a moment the wind picked up, and the party briefly heard the attractive voice of a woman singing in an unknown language.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Deuce Traveler, post: 5868905, member: 34958"] The prisoner seemed to be on his last legs, worn and tired, with weeks of stubble covering his face. But as he was delivered from one jailer to another, he took a deep, ragged breath and drew himself upright. For a moment he stood straight and spent a time considering the four standing before them. He met the gaze of each unflinchingly, and deep conviction burned within his eyes. He stood silent, awaiting the decision. Dartis had watched the Imperial column leave, barely breathing. He had been relieved that more of his people would not have to fight. And that the dwarves who sheltered them would be spared the brutality of war. But now, as he thought he could relax he found that he faced the Tallione prisoner, who stood almost defiantly before them. [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Well Tallione, how come you to be here?" [/COLOR] asked Dartis. "[COLOR=SlateGray]If we treat every defector as a spy we will get no surrenders and will have to fight twise as hard in the future, but if we treat every spy as a defector we will have no secrets left. Question is, what secrets do we have left anyway? Seems to me our enemy knows our every move already. And if we already have spies in our midst what harm can yet another spy do?"[/COLOR] Barok snorted, a wry smile almost touching his lips as he turned to his new companions. "[COLOR=SlateGray]But the choice is yours, do with him what you want, you've certainly earned it."[/COLOR] Ventus turned his eyes on Dartis as soon as Barok finished speaking. His voice was rough from lack of recent use, but he spoke forcefully enough. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]"It is as it has been said. I am . . . I [B]was[/B] Legionaire Tessan Ventus. I served my empire. I fought and killed my enemies on the field of battle. . ."[/COLOR] He paused, considering the recent events in his life. Speaking of it for the first time, there were many conflicting emotions and memories. When he continued, his voice was quieter, and although he still held his head aloft, he no longer met anyone's eyes. He stared into empty space ahead of his. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]"When the killing moved from the battlefields and encompassed those who were not soldiers. . . I was forced to reconsider much that I knew to be true. I left the legions to find my own way in the world. My paths crossed that of your allies, and now I am your prisoner."[/COLOR] He returned his eyes to those standing judgement, firmly meeting the gaze of Barok to add, [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]"I am no spy."[/COLOR] Silas had schooled his face to blankness and listened quietly until this point, but his emotions were given away by a pursing of his lips and a tightening around his eyes. He stared at the one named Tessan Ventus, but then an ill feeling arose. [i]I've faced men like him and I've killed men like him...[/i] [color=orange]"All men deserve the chance to make a life of their own choosing,"[/color] he murmured hardly louder than a whisper. He looked to Dartis and didn't envy him the decision with which he was now faced. Ventus’ mind raced on how he had gotten into his predicament. He remembered his wanderings that led him to the dwarven kingdom; he found a glade hidden by tall hills that looked wild with growth untouched by man. However, Ventus had found that impression to be false. Inside the glade, by a crystal clear lake and large tree that appeared foreboding at night, he found a group of men sleeping in tall grass that wrapped around their bodies and kept them as prisoners. They seemed to be deep in dream, and no amount of prodding could wake them. On closer inspection he saw that they wore the cloaks of Dorinthian calvary! He then heard singing coming from the large tree, and as he looked he saw a lithe woman holding a Dorinthian noble in her arms, his face blank as if in a trance. The music compelled Ventus to walk towards her and the Imperial grew sleepy as the grass seemed to wrap around his legs and pull at him. As Ventus was about to drift off, a slumbering Dorinthian somehow gathered enough strength to break the spell and grab his thigh. [b]"By the gods, run from here man!"[/b] He begged as the grass tightened against him and pulled him once more closer to the ground. The spell temporarily broken, Ventus took his advice to heart. You ran, and did so for two days before being captured by the dwarves. The Imperial realized that perhaps these Dorinthians would be interested in the tale, and see value in leaving him his life. His moment of memory broken, Ventus turned to face Silas for a moment, considering the man's statement. He inclined his head in a slight bow, aknowledging the sentiment. He appeared to be deep in thought for a moment before speaking again. These Dorinthians were at least willing to hear him out it seemed, more consideration than had been offered before. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]"I am certain that your dwarven allies believe me to be one who would say anything to his own benefit, but I hope that in this you will at least take me as a man of my word. There are more dangerous things afoot in this land than man. As I wandered lost, I came upon a cursed glade. I nearly fell prey there to whatever evil magic held sway, but in the end it was the actions of one of your kinsmen who set me free. If it is not too late, I would render him the same aid, but alone I was powerless. Render your judgement upon me, but grant me this boon. Lend me your strength in the rescue of your blood."[/COLOR] Dartis listened to the exchange between Silas and Barok and Ventus carefully. After considering everthing spoken, Dartis turned to Ventus: [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"The Emporer does not easily release his legionaires. Nor do they often seek to be released. The punishment for desertion is well known in the legions, and few dare to risk it. Fewer find fault with the tactics of the legions or the goals of the Emporer."[/COLOR] "[COLOR=RoyalBlue]In light of that I find it doubtful that the Tallione would send a spy under such pretenses. It would have been far too eas to have inflitrated the refugees. Not withstanding the timing would have put Ventus here as a spy far easlier than the Imperial column."[/COLOR] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"If his tale is true, and the brutality of the legions, the breaking of the laws of war, and slaughter of civilians finally caused the Tallione conscience to finally awaken, then by all means we need to allow him to pursue his destiny a free man, so long as it is not to the detriment of Dorinthia."[/COLOR] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Here then is my judgement. We shall provide the opportunity for Tessan Ventus to demonstate his truthfulness and intentions. He was under no obligation to inform us of our kinsmen. Should his story be true, he will have done Dorinthia a service and shall have his freedom. In the meantime, he shall remain a prisoner of Dorinthia, but a prisoner of honor. He shall be permitted to shave and clean himself, and his possessions returned to him. He shall be fed as we are and shall lead us to our kinsmen. This we will do if he will swear an oath, that he is not a spy, agent or legionaire of the Empire of Tallione, and owes no allegiance to it and that he will make no attempt to escape our custody until he has lead us to our kinsman and we have declared final judgement. Since he claims to no longer be a legionaire and cannot swear by his legion or its standard, I would ask Tessan Ventus as to what he would swear by that we would deem his oath as binding," [/COLOR] declared Dartis to Ventus and the assembled crowd. Ventus listened patiently as the Dorinthian noble reasoned his way through the situation. The stubble covering his face itched fiercely, but he maintained his stance, keeping his bound hands in front of him. Dartis's statements about Tallione almost provoked a response from the former Legionaire, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing. For all his feelings of betrayal, his old home was still firmly lodged in his heart. He listened stoicly to the judgement pronounced against him, nodding solemnly in response. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]"Bring me my sword, the sword of my family. I will swear upon the blade, may it break under my hand if my word be sworn false."[/COLOR] Barok glanced at the prisoner, [COLOR=SlateGray]"You'll know the truth of his oath at the glade, my lord." [/COLOR] He turned to Dartis, [COLOR=SlateGray]"It seems the Empire has its reasons to want you dead, and I wouldn't put it past them to lay a trap for you. I'm pretty much done here, and don't really care whether I'll make it out of this war in one piece or many as long as I get a chance to kill some Imperial scum along the way. You've done well so far sir and I'd like to join you fighting our enemies, whoever they may be."[/COLOR] He saluted the Baron sloppily, something halfway between laughter and sorrow in his eyes. Silas clamped his lips tight as he realized the words he spoke were not quite as quiet as he thought them to be. [i]Your wagging tongue will bring you to sorrow, yet,[/i] he thought. He gazed at Ventus appraisingly as the scene between the Imperial and Lord Dartis Kalnian played out. Briefly he glanced over at Danica to see how the young woman was taking these newcomers, especially the Imperial, Ventus. Thinking he saw a slight hint of command from Dartis, Silas stepped over to Ventus' dwarven captors and retrieved Ventus' weapon. Unsheathing the weapon and holding the bare blade horizontally in front of him he moved over to stand in front of Ventus. He glanced back at Dartis. [i]I hope to the gods I'm not overstepping my boundaries...[/i] [color=orange]"An oath made while in chains can never be binding."[/color] He looked at the nearby dwarves. [color=orange]"If this has Lord Kalnian's approval then cut him free, so he can give his word, freely."[/color] He returned his gaze to Ventus. [color=orange]"Know that I am a Caernite scholar. Not only will your oath be heard before two sovereign peoples but the earth itself will hear and bind your word to you."[/color] Ventus met Silas's gaze without flinching. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]"I understand, and accept."[/COLOR] He held his hands up in front of him, fists clenched and held apart so the binding ropes were pulled taunt between them. He too awaited the final word from the man to whom he had submitted himself, this Lord Kalnian. [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"And gladly would I have you join me Barok. Our first order is and has been as you yourself have been serving, protecting and gathering our peoples. But in doing so there has been much fighting. I am glad to have your sword. Dorinthia is grateful for your service" said Dartis clasping the man on the shoulder. [/COLOR] "So be it." replied Dartis as Silas retrieved Ventus' weapon. As Ventus held his hands out Dartis gave a nod to Silas. In a rich and full voice far more suited for court than a battlefield, Dartis announced:[COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Tessan Ventus you are hereby remanded unto the custody of Dorinthia. Upon your honor you have sworn to remain as a Prisoner of Honor until such time as Dorinthia has rendered her judgement. Advisor Eyrstan, release his bonds." [/COLOR] As Silas cut the cords, Dartis added in a more personal tone as Silas handed over the sword: [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"The weapons of ones ancestors are sacred, thier deeds are bound to them, and the manner in which their decendants employ them either desecrates or reveres their memory."[/COLOR] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Silas, see that he gets what he needs."[/COLOR] Addressing the small assembled host, [COLOR=RoyalBlue] "Come, let us now celebrate while we may. Tomorrow we will ride out to find our kinsmen and provide Ventus his reckoning"[/COLOR] After his bonds had been cut, Ventus gestured for Silas to hold out the sword horizontally. He placed his hand over the blade, slowly, to ensure that no one mistook his intentions. He spoke deliberately and clearly to all assembled. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]"I, Tessan Ventus, do swear the following, of my own free will. Upon the blade of my father, I am no longer a legionaire in the service of the Tallione Empire. I hereby renounce all allegiance to the government of my homeland. I harbor no concealed duties, being neither spy nor agent for the Emperor or any other entity. I will attempt neither escape nor any attack upon my captors. All this I swear, to be witnessed by all."[/COLOR] Silas listened solemnly as Ventus makes his oath, nodding his approval at the man's words. With the ceremony concluded Silas quietly said, [color=orange]"So witnessed, by the peoples of Dorinth, Bermax, and the earth who gave up a portion of herself so that your ancestors might arm themselves."[/color] Ventus bowed once to the four assembled before him, then left with Chalik and Barok to retrieve his equipment from the dwarves. He stayed away from the celebrations, not sure of what kind of reception he would get, nor if he even had anything to celebrate. Best to leave the Dorinthians in peace. The morning would bring time enough to meet those with whom he was to travel. Leaning in to Silas, Dartis whispered, [sblock] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Thank you my friend. I go to the king, come when you can and send Danica"[/COLOR] [/sblock] With a last look at Ventus, and a nod to Barok, Dartis turned and heads back into the celebration. With a concerned look, Kel went with several dwarven priests to attend to Alexander and Rix. Strangely, the three of them had become very close throughout their adventures and the elf was obviously agitated about the condition of the half-orc and kobold. Barok and Chalik took Ventus to get cleaned up and retrieve the rest of his equipment. At the same time, Danica, Silas and Dartis met with King Bermax. The lord of the mountain was happy enough to listen to the party's requests and agreed to allow the Dorinthian militia and refugees to stay a bit longer as guests while the party followed Ventus to the location of the lost Dorinthian cavalry. Pondering the plight of those men, he added, [b]"It's a strange story this Ventus tells, although there may be some truth mined from it. We dwarves never go to the location he is said to visit, as it is known as dryad territory. I would be most careful, as the fey can be vicious."[/b] The party talked with him some more before the group got together to enjoy the celebrations and then bedded down for the night. The party that was formed consisted of Dartis, Danica, Silas, Barok and Ventus. The area was estimated to be two days away, and the dwarves provided five days of trail rations for each of the five party members. They also allowed them to peruse their stockroom for extra goods. This was what was available to take: 3 Gauntlets 4 Punching Daggers 2 Spiked Gauntlets 3 Light Maces 2 Heavy Maces 1 Heavy Crossbow 2 Light Crossbows 1 Hand Crossbow 50 Bolts 20 Throwing Axes 2 Light Hammers 5 Hand Axes 3 Short Swords 3 Battle Axes 4 Warhammers 1 Spiked Heavy Shield 1 Greataxe 2 Shortbows 1 Longbow 40 Arrows 1 Dwarven Waraxe 1 Dwarven Urgrosh 3 Suits of Leather Armor 2 Suits of Studded Leather Armor 5 Chainmail Suits 3 Breastplates 1 Splint Mail suit 1 Banded Mail suit 3 Bucklers 2 Light Steel Shields 1 Heavy Steel Shield 1 Tower Shield 4 Backpacks 2 Bedrolls 1 Winter Blanket 1 pack of caltrops 1 Crowbar 1 Grappling Hook 1 50' coil of rope 7 Hooded Lanterns 12 Oil Flasks 25 Trail Rations 3 Waterskins 1 Piece of chalk 2 Signal Whistles 3 Whetstones 5 Torches 2 Tanglefoot Bags 3 Sunrods 1 set of Masterwork Artisan's Tools 1 set of Thieves Tools ------------------------------------------------------- When he was next seen, Ventus was much changed from his captivity. His sharp, new shave revealed the face of a young man. His hair had lightened several shades with washing and it had once again been cropped short in the style of the Legions. He still seemed slightly reduced as a result of his captivity and wandering before that, but a true night's rest had done much to restore his vigor. His frame was broadly built, and dressed once again in shining armor he looked the part of a warrior, no longer a languishing prisoner. But he had left the remains of his binding cords intact. They no longer restricted his movement, but they still hung from his wrists as a reminder. Much of his legionaire's gear was left at the battlefield long ago, and now his distinctive scale mail had been changed for a breastplate from the dwarven stockroom. However, despite the new armor and the Dorinthian shield; the cut of his clothes, his stance and bearing, and the features of his face all loudly announced his history. And from his belt hung his highly polished blade, proudly bearing the golden eagle of the empire. Tucked into his pack was a battle axe, also borrowed from the dwarves. He figured one might never know when you might need to threaten a tree. Ventus had stayed away from the celebrations, although there weren't many places for him to avoid being seen. Most people didn't notice him during the festivities, but the few that did made him feel uncomfortable indeed. Since Chalik was standing guard by his side, he was safe. Still, he resisted the unconscious urge to rest his hand on the pommel of his sword. He found that their reactions were slightly more positive in the morning, as it did help that he abandoned his old armor. Before they set out, he did his best to describe in detail the scene that he was a witness to. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]"The men lay under the effects of the spell, as I myself nearly fell prey to. It enduces a weariness it seems, a powerful effect when coupled with the plants that held them captive. I do not know what the woman's purpose was in holding them so, but they were clearly there against their will, or with no will left at all."[/COLOR] Silas mind was still considering King Bermax's description of the area, and again to Ventus' tale. Worrying, Silas had stayed at the edges of the evenings celebrations. Silas was allowed access to the small dwarven wizard's hall, though from the limited resources it was clear that most dwarves avoided this vocation. Since Dorinth's magic schools were all destroyed and Silas was one of the few surviving spellcasters, this was difficult for his vocation to say the least. Silas tried to focus on learning some new spells, but the upcoming mission and the extended separation from his family weighed heavily upon him. He also looked for Ventus but did not catch sight of the man before the morning preparation. Though he frowned a little when he saw Barok he wasn't quite sure why and hoped that the man would prove a trusted friend. Repeatedly, he found himself watching Danica, surprised at her transformation, and thinking to himself that she would be key to what was to come. Danica hurried about, not formally greeting either Barok or the newly freed Ventus. As she passed them during preparations, she bent at the waist, and tipped her hat, before remembering that she was no longer disguised as a boy. She blushed and continued to fuss about. When she was freed from her obligations, she went to Rix, and spendt some time with him, speaking soothing words and holding his paw-like hand. She was proud of him, how he never squeaked during the battle, and what great lengths her companions were willing to go for a kobold. [I]Things have changed so much, since we first met, [/I] she thought. [I]You're a hero now.[/I] She thanked Kel for his help, and said to the Dwarven priests, [COLOR=YellowGreen]"Take good care of him now,"[/COLOR] kissed her finger and pressed it between Rix's eyes. She almost skipped away, so relieved was she at seeing Rix safe. Later in privacy she went over her gear. She stood, the two crossbows bouncing awkwardly against her legs. [I] Hmmm. Can't travel like this.[/I] Taking a walk, she went past the sight of the last battle, hesitating where Nefius had stood, and on a hunch, bendt her thumb and forefinger into a loop, and said, [COLOR=YellowGreen]"Show me what glows."[/COLOR] She held her fingers up to her eye, and looked about, to see if there was any hint of Nefius, or anything else. [i]detect magic[/i] Danica found no trace of Nefius outside or anything else of interest, but a chill wind blew while she looked, causing her to shiver. For some reason, Danica knew Nefius survived and that his mind was also on the Dorinthians. It was as if somehow he had watching her from far away and when she casts her [i]detect magic[/i]spell, for a moment in her mind she saw a dark figure huddled around a glass sphere and observing an image of Danica inside the crystal ball. ... but that must have just been her paranoia. Satisfied, she looked to see if there were any bodies left that needed to be cleaned and properly disposed of, helping the dwarven teams that were sent out to clear them away. She then returned to the Dwarven tunnel, and busied herself helping with the cooking up a meal. A fist of anxiety caught in her throat as Dartis passes, and she looked down, hoping not to be noticed. [I]How could I have been so stupid to have thought my magic could help in a deception against Nefius?[/I] But she swallowed it, flicking a remaining curl over her ear as she stirred a pot of some sort of stew. After eating, she looks at her equipment. She was still carrying the magnificent Imperial crossbow, and it was suggested that this could be hers. She compared the weights of the two crossbows. The Imperial crossbow was a light crossbow and radiated magic. She had some more considering to do over whether or not to abandon her old, familiar weapon that had become so used to carrying Danica was conscious she was not strong as a real warrior, and she rebuilt her pack, starting with replenished bolts that the dwarves had offered, to see if she could carry all her belongings without slowing her ability to move through the forest. She also remembered to move the ink vial to her belt pouch, for next time. When this was done, she rejoined her friends, and had some stew. Her repacking has taken much of their supper time, but it saved her having to make conversation. Danica realized that her disguise failures had been her own fault: her boy disguise was seen through as soon as she encountered someone who had known her before, and she herself had revealed her real secret. [i]So much for that.[/i] She tookthe silly cap off her head, and unbuttoned her collar. [I]No more secrets.[/I] Her lopsided smile grew as she ate -- it was clear she was hungry -- and by the end of the meal she stood proudly, and looked to make one more change. She started to look for a nice, silk blouse among the dwarven women, hoping something meant for a dwarven female child as some sort of formal wear. But something feminine, and something from [I]here[/I]. Danica spent some time among the dwarves looking for a more feminine outfit. She had little luck, as most of the wide dwarven clothes made her look like an apple. The sorceress did meet a Dorinthian refugee, however, that came up to her and offered her one of her spare clothes for two gold pieces. The price was steep, but the woman was in need, and Danica found that she couldn't refuse. She was pleased by her decision, however, as she found that the dark blue silk blouse fits her perfectly. From the looks of some of the other men in the camp, it is also shouted female. Barok had one last night with the woman who warmed his blankets on the trail and said his farewells before helping himself to some supplies (a bedroll and a tanglefoot bag). Then he headed out to join the others. Having had little sleep and a lot to drink he was not in a cheerful mood, but kept himself steady and seemed competent enough. In the morning of the preparations Dartis found time to speak with each member individually. First he tracked down Barok. [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Barok, they tell me you are a man of sharp eyes, I charge you with keeping a close watch upon of our captive then. While he has sworn his oath. As you have said an Imperial trap is not out of the question. I have no suspiscions of him, but we will give him enough rope to hang or save himself."[/COLOR] Barok winced slightly at the volume of Dartis' voice and rubbed his left temple before answering with a grim expression, [COLOR=SlateGray]"I accept your charge, because I do not trust him. But not just because of that. He has the blood of murderers in his veins and wether or not he has done murder against our people he has helped make murder possible for his brothers. It will take a lot more than an oath to make up for that." [/COLOR] Dartis next had summoned Danica, and when she appeared he was taken aback a bit at her transformation. "Danica Swann, I wish to thank you for all of your assistance, especially venturing out with Silas to serve as my honor guard against the Imperials. It took a great deal of courage. You are part of why Dorinthia has and will be great. And Dorinthia will always be proud of Her daughters, so long as they stay to to her. I am glad to see that you no longer conceal yourself from your countrymen. You have earned every right to stand alongside Her defenders. You have the gratitude of our remaining peoples, they will not judge you so long as you do not judge yourself. Silas has told me that you found an Imperial crossbow on the field. It looks of excellent quality. Long may you use it against our enemies. Enjoy your free time, you have earned the opportunity to relax." Danica was flushed with the compliment that Dartis offered her, and she courtseyed low. She patted the new crossbow at her side, and nodded, her lips pursed at the seriousness of what awaited them. Dartis then caught up to Silas [COLOR=RoyalBlue] "Silas my friend, I am worried. Imperials I will stand before and face a thousand arrows, but fey? The memories of the gnome still haunt me. I will lean heavily upon your knowledge her and well as your and Danica's magic for our next challenge. But we must succeed! To find kinsmen, to find cavalry! Do you know what that would mean to our people? Such hope it would bring! But still I worry, the Imperials are on their way back to Tallione, but how long will their own schemes keep them occupied? And what do we do with our people Silas? We cannot rely upon the gnomes or the dwarves or the elves forever. Hopefully the reduced Imperial presence will allow the elves to breath a bit more easily and keep us a while longer. But we must find a new home. Arable lands for our farmers. And it must be soon. Our people grow less scattered. We have begun assembling them. We must provide them a direction, a place to go, a place to live......."[/COLOR] after a pause Dartis added, [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"a king."[/COLOR] said Dartis staring into Silas' eyes. "Do you think our people need these things? Ruminate upon them. Put your Caernite mind to work upon these problem my trusted Advisor, and see what answers you can give me" Silas bows as Dartis presented the ring to him. [color=orange]"Respectfully, Lord, I must decline. I am well protected by my magics and I feel it would do more good for Danica. She baffles me, I must confess. She almost seems ashamed of her magics."[/color] He shook his head in amazement. [color=orange]"And I feel that she will be instrumental in our next mission. I know [i]nothing[/i] of the fey except that dryads seemingly prey on human males. I hope that her gender will provide us some manner of protection. As well as her magic."[/color] His brow knitted together in concern and thought. [color=orange]"Perhaps I should try to find out more about what she can [i]do[/i] with her magic? Though I'm afraid that no matter how cautiously I proceed I will still tread too heavily."[/color] He sighed. Returning Dartis' forthright stare with one of his own, Silas said, [color=orange]"I have thought long about these things you bring up already. I share your worries and fear that once the Tallione finish with their internal squabbles they will once again turn towards the remnants of Dorinth. We cannot flee them forever. We need homes and fields, places where we can raise our children in safety. We need something greater than ourselves, a community, leaders, a king. Baron Dorin is old, his son lost...and the Shield of Kings has been placed into your hands..."[/color] Unsure if he has brought up something that he shouldn't have, Silas quickly pressed on. [color=orange]"I will continue to consider these things and provide you what counsel I may."[/color] When Silas saw Danica again, he handed her the ring they discovered in the Skum caverns and told her it would protect her. ([i]ring of protection +1[/i]) Kel and Chalik came out to bid the party good luck, as did several other well-wishers that were able to get up early despite their hangovers. Interestingly enough, King Bermax was not one of them, and the heroes heard that the lord of the mountain was so pleased at the survival of his people that he had a private celebration with five hundred year old dwarven ale, and would likely have the kind of morning no one would envy. Silas split some of the winnings of the previous adventure amongst the three previous party members of Silas, Danica, and Dartis. It came out to be 86 gp, 6 sp, and 6 cp each. It probably would not be of use against dryads, but he was glad to get the obligation out of the way. After making their final arrangements, the party moved to leave. Ventus served as their guide through the fields to the east, although instead of going northeast towards where the Dorinthians stood against the Imperials, he cut to the southeast towards some high hills. The journey was uneventful, but not without its own tensions as the ex-Imperial soldier was not allowed to take watch, and was himself observed closely in poorly disguised anxiety. The situation was not helped by Barok's foul mood. He constantly sipped at his waterskin, though by the evening the color returned to his face and he seems to be in better spirits. The party reached the foot of the hills on the morning of the second day, and spendt most of the following day climbing up hilltops and back down ravines. As the last minutes of the afternoon ticked by, Ventus stopped the group in front of a large ring of tall hills that circled, what he said, was the valley where he found the men. It didn't look like an easy climb. The incline was steep and filled with brambles, and the heroes began to understand that Ventus' previously rough look may have been less about his treatment by the dwarves and more about his journey. For a moment the wind picked up, and the party briefly heard the attractive voice of a woman singing in an unknown language. [/QUOTE]
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