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<blockquote data-quote="Emiricol" data-source="post: 1972676" data-attributes="member: 469"><p>Carith whistled as he gathered up his personal belongings from the battle field and the hawk, <em>Whisper</em>, flew over the trees to land upon his shoulder. He moved back over to the fire and set himself up against a tree, not far from Dornhild. After a moment of looking through his pack he produced a bottle of mead and, taking a long draught of the liquor, extended the bottle to offer some to Dornhild. <span style="color: YELLOW">"Here have a drink, fights the chill and aches that come from fighting orcs."</span></p><p> </p><p> The Dornish man looked hesitantly at the strange woodsman, but in the end moved closer and accepted the bottle. <span style="color: YELLOW">"Tell me, what sort of man are you to be drawn here in defense of a place of the Fey, and who claims to have scouted the area by placing his hand upon a tree."</span></p><p> </p><p> Carith reclaimed the bottle in a moment, and took another long drink. He stared into the fire a moment before answering. <span style="color: YELLOW">"I am a man marked by the Fey. Long ago I walked a dark path, but these woods helped me to see the light and have granted me a measure of their strength so I might find success in my quest."</span> He took another drink from the bottle before pressing it into Dornhilds hands. <span style="color: YELLOW">"Just know that I am a friend of all who oppose the Shadow in the North, and that I seek weapons that will help me oppose his will. Weapons the elf may be able to help me with."</span>[/color]</p><p> </p><p> Dornhild nodded after a long, awkward pause. <span style="color: YELLOW">"Marked by Fey, eh? Then I am not surprised to hear you walked a path of darkness, for that is their nature if the tales of the village woman are to be believed. I don't trust you - but that's just my way. Few people can be relied upon in the pinch of battle. Perhaps you will prove to be one of those few."</span> He looked into Carith's eyes and nodded after some consideration. <span style="color: YELLOW">"Aye, I expect you found the weapon you seek when you crossed paths with our group. Who wields it is another matter."</span></p><p> </p><p> Carith sat silently then, just watching the fire for a few moments as he let his words and his liquor soften the grim Northman's fear of him. <span style="color: YELLOW">"Tell me, friend, my journy next takes me to a distinctive village, but I fear I do not know where it lies. You, being longer of this area than myself, may know better than I. Have you seen or heard of a village of Men built in the shadow of a massive butte of red rock?"</span></p><p> </p><p> The Northman considered his next words very carefully. <span style="color: YELLOW">"I know of such a place. It lies north of the Eris Aman plains, some several days' journey out of the Veradeen. Getting out unnoticed is challenging. And then there's every scared, screaming villager who sees a weapon and runs right to the Legate, hoping his life will be spared."</span></p><p> </p><p> Dornhild's jaw stood out beneath the beard, clenched hard. <span style="color: YELLOW">"My people are under the heel of Shadow, and any light is swiftly blown out."</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="color: YELLOW">"True words, very true words, but do not give in to despair,"</span> said Carith in earnest. <span style="color: YELLOW">"Just remember that as long as one man holds his head high and casts off the yoke placed upon him, the Shadow will never win utterly. They may be in control for now, but through the power of the Elves and the strength of Men we will prevail someday. You just must keep hope, keep it in your mind and in your heart."</span></p><p> </p><p> Carith shook his head and sighed. After a few moments of silence had past between the two men he stood and gathered up his belongings. <span style="color: YELLOW">"We should make a camp somewhere not directly next to the fire. If nothing else it will smell better." </span>Giving another whistle for his hawk he turned to walk off into the woods near the Glen.</p><p> </p><p> Thrayn, returning from his healing of Rongald, walked into the light of the fire as Carith began to leave. <span style="color: YELLOW">"There is naught but fool's hope to the South. It is already the Shadow's land. We stay here for a fortnight. There are things I must do and we must watch for other bands of despoilers until it is clear that no others come."</span> Thrayn went over to the horse and rummaged in one of the saddle-packs for one of the ration bundles.</p><p> </p><p> Carith turned back as the elf came into the small camp.<span style="color: YELLOW">"You know as well as I do that more orcs will come - maybe not within a fortnight, but they will come. If the legate who sent these orcs does not know they have failed by now he will soon, and he will send more. The trees have shown it to me, an army of orcs bearing his symbol, a raptors claw clutching a green orb, invading these woods and killing men and elves a like. </span></p><p><span style="color: YELLOW"> </span></p><p> <span style="color: YELLOW">"But they have shown me something else as well, something I do not yet understand. A village of men that Dornhild tells me lies a few days travel east of the woods edge. A great battle takes place, and in the end of my vision the legate is there. </span></p><p><span style="color: YELLOW"> </span></p><p> <span style="color: YELLOW">"As I said I do not know what these visions mean, but something must be done to help the poor souls living in the village I saw. Traveling out of the woods is dangerous, and confronting a legate would be near suicide, but we must do something."</span></p><p> </p><p> Thrayn turned slowly to Carith. His face was so full of astonished rage that it seemed almost a mask. <span style="color: YELLOW">"What symbol did you say?"</span> he hissed through clenched jaws.</p><p> </p><p> <span style="color: YELLOW">"A raptor's claw clutching a green orb."</span> Carith replied, somewhat taken aback.</p><p> </p><p> Thrayn's hand went to the hilt of one of his fighting knives. His grip was so hard the leather thongs wrapping the handle squeaked. He took two menacing steps toward Carith and hissed again. <span style="color: YELLOW">"If you lie... I will see you planted among these trees you seem so infatuated with."</span> He stormed back to the horse and snatched the leads from Rongald. Looking back to Carith he called out, <span style="color: YELLOW">"Lead the way, for we have a long way to go."</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Emiricol, post: 1972676, member: 469"] Carith whistled as he gathered up his personal belongings from the battle field and the hawk, [i]Whisper[/i], flew over the trees to land upon his shoulder. He moved back over to the fire and set himself up against a tree, not far from Dornhild. After a moment of looking through his pack he produced a bottle of mead and, taking a long draught of the liquor, extended the bottle to offer some to Dornhild. [color=YELLOW]"Here have a drink, fights the chill and aches that come from fighting orcs."[/color] The Dornish man looked hesitantly at the strange woodsman, but in the end moved closer and accepted the bottle. [color=YELLOW]"Tell me, what sort of man are you to be drawn here in defense of a place of the Fey, and who claims to have scouted the area by placing his hand upon a tree."[/color] Carith reclaimed the bottle in a moment, and took another long drink. He stared into the fire a moment before answering. [color=YELLOW]"I am a man marked by the Fey. Long ago I walked a dark path, but these woods helped me to see the light and have granted me a measure of their strength so I might find success in my quest."[/color] He took another drink from the bottle before pressing it into Dornhilds hands. [color=YELLOW]"Just know that I am a friend of all who oppose the Shadow in the North, and that I seek weapons that will help me oppose his will. Weapons the elf may be able to help me with."[/color][/color] Dornhild nodded after a long, awkward pause. [color=YELLOW]"Marked by Fey, eh? Then I am not surprised to hear you walked a path of darkness, for that is their nature if the tales of the village woman are to be believed. I don't trust you - but that's just my way. Few people can be relied upon in the pinch of battle. Perhaps you will prove to be one of those few."[/color] He looked into Carith's eyes and nodded after some consideration. [color=YELLOW]"Aye, I expect you found the weapon you seek when you crossed paths with our group. Who wields it is another matter."[/color] Carith sat silently then, just watching the fire for a few moments as he let his words and his liquor soften the grim Northman's fear of him. [color=YELLOW]"Tell me, friend, my journy next takes me to a distinctive village, but I fear I do not know where it lies. You, being longer of this area than myself, may know better than I. Have you seen or heard of a village of Men built in the shadow of a massive butte of red rock?"[/color] The Northman considered his next words very carefully. [color=YELLOW]"I know of such a place. It lies north of the Eris Aman plains, some several days' journey out of the Veradeen. Getting out unnoticed is challenging. And then there's every scared, screaming villager who sees a weapon and runs right to the Legate, hoping his life will be spared."[/color] Dornhild's jaw stood out beneath the beard, clenched hard. [color=YELLOW]"My people are under the heel of Shadow, and any light is swiftly blown out."[/color] [color=YELLOW]"True words, very true words, but do not give in to despair,"[/color] said Carith in earnest. [color=YELLOW]"Just remember that as long as one man holds his head high and casts off the yoke placed upon him, the Shadow will never win utterly. They may be in control for now, but through the power of the Elves and the strength of Men we will prevail someday. You just must keep hope, keep it in your mind and in your heart."[/color] Carith shook his head and sighed. After a few moments of silence had past between the two men he stood and gathered up his belongings. [color=YELLOW]"We should make a camp somewhere not directly next to the fire. If nothing else it will smell better." [/color]Giving another whistle for his hawk he turned to walk off into the woods near the Glen. Thrayn, returning from his healing of Rongald, walked into the light of the fire as Carith began to leave. [color=YELLOW]"There is naught but fool's hope to the South. It is already the Shadow's land. We stay here for a fortnight. There are things I must do and we must watch for other bands of despoilers until it is clear that no others come."[/color] Thrayn went over to the horse and rummaged in one of the saddle-packs for one of the ration bundles. Carith turned back as the elf came into the small camp.[color=YELLOW]"You know as well as I do that more orcs will come - maybe not within a fortnight, but they will come. If the legate who sent these orcs does not know they have failed by now he will soon, and he will send more. The trees have shown it to me, an army of orcs bearing his symbol, a raptors claw clutching a green orb, invading these woods and killing men and elves a like. "But they have shown me something else as well, something I do not yet understand. A village of men that Dornhild tells me lies a few days travel east of the woods edge. A great battle takes place, and in the end of my vision the legate is there. "As I said I do not know what these visions mean, but something must be done to help the poor souls living in the village I saw. Traveling out of the woods is dangerous, and confronting a legate would be near suicide, but we must do something."[/color] Thrayn turned slowly to Carith. His face was so full of astonished rage that it seemed almost a mask. [color=YELLOW]"What symbol did you say?"[/color] he hissed through clenched jaws. [color=YELLOW]"A raptor's claw clutching a green orb."[/color] Carith replied, somewhat taken aback. Thrayn's hand went to the hilt of one of his fighting knives. His grip was so hard the leather thongs wrapping the handle squeaked. He took two menacing steps toward Carith and hissed again. [color=YELLOW]"If you lie... I will see you planted among these trees you seem so infatuated with."[/color] He stormed back to the horse and snatched the leads from Rongald. Looking back to Carith he called out, [color=YELLOW]"Lead the way, for we have a long way to go."[/color] [/QUOTE]
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