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<blockquote data-quote="Malk" data-source="post: 1279365" data-attributes="member: 15730"><p><strong>A busy day</strong></p><p></p><p>And so they set off that very morning, each of them with a newfound sense of freedom, and a bit of excitement. Khelandrian was particularly glad to have his possessions back, his lockpicks perhaps a bit more than his sword, though both had certainly gotten him into and out of enough trouble. He could see now that his new companions were not unarmed either, the half elf carried a crossbow at his side and several daggers, and the bard rather awkwardly wore a longsword on his hip. Armando however did not appear to be armed, Khel wondered whether or not his church even permitted him to do harm..some did not. Come to think of it, the dovenites hadnt given anything back to the cleric at all, either they had stolen it or he hadnt been carying anything at all. Both ideas seemed unlikely at best, and rather troubled him.</p><p></p><p>As they walked along the western highway, Iama began to converse with their new benefactor, seeking instruction as it were. Osmond did not seem to be the type to withold information, especialy when it made himself seem grander, or more learned of the world. As it turned out, Osmond had been discovered at a very young age, a musical prodigy as he put it, and had spent the majority of his life playing and singing in operas in the big stadiums of the Centerlands. It was only recently that he had moved out west and begun to "Share his gift with the outlanders". A further surprise came when it was discovered that Osmond and Iama had recieved tutilage from the same master, one Old Gus who was known in the music industry for teaching younger students.</p><p></p><p>With the artists huddled together, Khel was left to speak more with Corem. Corem seemed a nice enough fellow, and fairly intelligent as well. Corem was happily telling him about magical theory when Khel's sharp eyes picked out a disturbance on the horizon. It appeared to be some sort of cloud, only it was moving a bit fast, and against the wind at that.</p><p></p><p>"Everyone look over there" he pointed towards the strange disturbance.</p><p></p><p>As the cloud drew nearer towards them, they could eventualy tell that its direction was shifting, again contrary to the wind, so that it was now moving straight towards them. Everyone began to cast about for a place to hide, but all was open grassland around them, suddenly Iama cried out.</p><p></p><p>"Air goblins!" and with that he drew his sword and stepped in front of Osmond.</p><p></p><p>With little else to do aside from following his lead, Khel drew his rapier from the sheath at his side, the grip felt comfortable in his hand, and brought a sense of calm to him, despite the adrenalene surging through his blood. Behind him he could see Corem pulling back the lever on his crossbow. The goblin clown drew nearer and Khel could seem them clearly now, smaller than goblins, and naked with filthy batwings, they were heading strait for the party. Their shreaking filled the air and before he could think of a clear strategy, they were surrounded with the disgusting beasts. Two of them flew in towards him diving in surprisingly quick, and it was all he could do to raise his blade in time to deflect one of them, the elven steel biting into its wing and sending it careening to the ground. The other goblin however managed to scrape a claw across his swordarm, and Khel felt the blood starting to flow down his arm. He took a quick step back and pushed the tip of his blade through the chest of the stunned goblin on the ground and looked up in time to see Iama stabbing a goblin out of the air, skewering him on his sword, to the rogues surprise, there was already a first goblin impaled upon the bards sword. He didnt have time to think on it though as another goblin came screachin down beside him, Khel managed to sidestep this one and run his blade across the creatures neck, ending its disgusting war cry. A crossbow bolt streaked in front of his vision and knocked one of the things out of the air before it could slam into Osmond, who gave a girlish scream and ducked down to the ground. Turning to fend off and ultimately kill one more of the goblin creatures, Khelandrian realized that the rest were flying away, apparently disuaded from whatever plans they had for the party.</p><p></p><p>Khel felt something touch his shoulder and turned with a yell to stab whatever it was, but his blade crashed into a mace that Armando was holding up.</p><p></p><p>"Im sorry Armando," he managed to say through his heavy breathing.</p><p></p><p>"No i am sorry my friend..I see that you are wounded and I wish to repair the damage before the filth of these creatures infects the wound."</p><p></p><p>With that the cleric healed him and they set about making sure that everything was ok in the aftermath of the attack. Khelandrian couldnt help but to stare at the creatures in wonder...he had seen goblins once or twice, but these foul creatures were something else entirely. They had beens so rabid, so mindless. Iama actualy proved to be their source of information on the creatures, he knew several stories of them, how they attack small groups of humanoids or livestock. It was also quite a shock to see how well the bard had handled his sword, he had ended the fight with no less than three of the creatures impaled upon his blade like some grisly kabob. The group decided to travel a bit further on, to remove themselves from the stink of the battle before bedding down for the evening. They were all quite tired, and Osmond in particular was distressed by the entire ordeal, and assured all of the adventurers that they would be most handsomely rewarded for saving his life in such a manner as this. "I never thought that this would be the manner of protection i needed" Though the statement struck Khelandrian as odd he wrote it off as one of the mans eccentricities.</p><p></p><p>They traveled on for a few hours, untill the land around them had become lightly forested. As a group they decided that sleeping among the trees seemed universaly better than sleeping out on the open road, and so they headed into the forest, a decision that particularly pleased Khelandrian. He set out to find them a suitable campsite and after a bit of searching, he found an open clearing with a stream running through the center, it was large enough that keeping watch would be easy, one could notice anything that came into the clearing and warn the others before it could reach the center. And so they prepared for their first night together as a group. Corem began some meditative practices and Armando knelt in the direction of the Mountain and began to pray. Osmond and Iama were around the fire and were begining to play some music, their instruments similar yet different producing a pleasent sound, and the party heard Osmond's singing voice for the first time. It was high and sweet, and Khelandrian could believe that the man was famous for it.</p><p></p><p>Being thus left to his own devices, Khelandrian decided to take a tour of the surrounding forest. Much as in the forest outside of Doven, the trees kindled within him a sense of peace, so much time among human lands could only serve to strengthen his bond to the earth. It was odd really, back home he had never given it much thought, cities and people and wealth were all he cared about, but being away made him realize how much the land was in his blood. Thinking of home also made him think of Cadel. Now there was a puzzel, he had no idea how to help his childhood friend. Not much chance of paying his bail..not when they certainly wanted Khelandrian in jail as well. Then a thougth occured to him, if he could impress this Osmond and work into his good graces it would be very possible that the singer could do the same for Cadel as he had for the group. With this thought in mind, Khelandrian turned back towards the campsite when he heard a familiar high pitched scream. He began to run back towards the camp, and when he got there he saw Armando holding the other two back.</p><p> </p><p>"Wait untill Khel returns, it will do none of us any good to go charging off into the forest only to become seperated and lost. You know our benefactors sensibilites as well as i, it is entirely possible that he has simply seen some woodland creature."</p><p></p><p>Of course Khel when he did return wanted to know why the man had been allowed to roam off into the forest alone. Apparently he had had to use the bathroom and was most adament in his request for privacey, Iama told them that in particular Osmand had not wanted to pee where Corem could hear. Khel could only shake his head. They decided to set out en masse to find him, and chose Khel to lead since he seemed so well inclined towards the forest. It was at this point that Khel was cursing his luck again, he had sharp eyes to be sure, and was very good at finding things, but woodscraft had always been something he avoided back home. After some searching they found the spot where Osmond had been. Apparently some sort of scuffle had taken place, and it looked as if the prissy bard had simply been dragged off. Luckily the captors did not seem very intent upon hiding their trail, and after hurridly breaking camp, the four decided to follow whatever had taken their new employer deeper into the forest.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Malk, post: 1279365, member: 15730"] [b]A busy day[/b] And so they set off that very morning, each of them with a newfound sense of freedom, and a bit of excitement. Khelandrian was particularly glad to have his possessions back, his lockpicks perhaps a bit more than his sword, though both had certainly gotten him into and out of enough trouble. He could see now that his new companions were not unarmed either, the half elf carried a crossbow at his side and several daggers, and the bard rather awkwardly wore a longsword on his hip. Armando however did not appear to be armed, Khel wondered whether or not his church even permitted him to do harm..some did not. Come to think of it, the dovenites hadnt given anything back to the cleric at all, either they had stolen it or he hadnt been carying anything at all. Both ideas seemed unlikely at best, and rather troubled him. As they walked along the western highway, Iama began to converse with their new benefactor, seeking instruction as it were. Osmond did not seem to be the type to withold information, especialy when it made himself seem grander, or more learned of the world. As it turned out, Osmond had been discovered at a very young age, a musical prodigy as he put it, and had spent the majority of his life playing and singing in operas in the big stadiums of the Centerlands. It was only recently that he had moved out west and begun to "Share his gift with the outlanders". A further surprise came when it was discovered that Osmond and Iama had recieved tutilage from the same master, one Old Gus who was known in the music industry for teaching younger students. With the artists huddled together, Khel was left to speak more with Corem. Corem seemed a nice enough fellow, and fairly intelligent as well. Corem was happily telling him about magical theory when Khel's sharp eyes picked out a disturbance on the horizon. It appeared to be some sort of cloud, only it was moving a bit fast, and against the wind at that. "Everyone look over there" he pointed towards the strange disturbance. As the cloud drew nearer towards them, they could eventualy tell that its direction was shifting, again contrary to the wind, so that it was now moving straight towards them. Everyone began to cast about for a place to hide, but all was open grassland around them, suddenly Iama cried out. "Air goblins!" and with that he drew his sword and stepped in front of Osmond. With little else to do aside from following his lead, Khel drew his rapier from the sheath at his side, the grip felt comfortable in his hand, and brought a sense of calm to him, despite the adrenalene surging through his blood. Behind him he could see Corem pulling back the lever on his crossbow. The goblin clown drew nearer and Khel could seem them clearly now, smaller than goblins, and naked with filthy batwings, they were heading strait for the party. Their shreaking filled the air and before he could think of a clear strategy, they were surrounded with the disgusting beasts. Two of them flew in towards him diving in surprisingly quick, and it was all he could do to raise his blade in time to deflect one of them, the elven steel biting into its wing and sending it careening to the ground. The other goblin however managed to scrape a claw across his swordarm, and Khel felt the blood starting to flow down his arm. He took a quick step back and pushed the tip of his blade through the chest of the stunned goblin on the ground and looked up in time to see Iama stabbing a goblin out of the air, skewering him on his sword, to the rogues surprise, there was already a first goblin impaled upon the bards sword. He didnt have time to think on it though as another goblin came screachin down beside him, Khel managed to sidestep this one and run his blade across the creatures neck, ending its disgusting war cry. A crossbow bolt streaked in front of his vision and knocked one of the things out of the air before it could slam into Osmond, who gave a girlish scream and ducked down to the ground. Turning to fend off and ultimately kill one more of the goblin creatures, Khelandrian realized that the rest were flying away, apparently disuaded from whatever plans they had for the party. Khel felt something touch his shoulder and turned with a yell to stab whatever it was, but his blade crashed into a mace that Armando was holding up. "Im sorry Armando," he managed to say through his heavy breathing. "No i am sorry my friend..I see that you are wounded and I wish to repair the damage before the filth of these creatures infects the wound." With that the cleric healed him and they set about making sure that everything was ok in the aftermath of the attack. Khelandrian couldnt help but to stare at the creatures in wonder...he had seen goblins once or twice, but these foul creatures were something else entirely. They had beens so rabid, so mindless. Iama actualy proved to be their source of information on the creatures, he knew several stories of them, how they attack small groups of humanoids or livestock. It was also quite a shock to see how well the bard had handled his sword, he had ended the fight with no less than three of the creatures impaled upon his blade like some grisly kabob. The group decided to travel a bit further on, to remove themselves from the stink of the battle before bedding down for the evening. They were all quite tired, and Osmond in particular was distressed by the entire ordeal, and assured all of the adventurers that they would be most handsomely rewarded for saving his life in such a manner as this. "I never thought that this would be the manner of protection i needed" Though the statement struck Khelandrian as odd he wrote it off as one of the mans eccentricities. They traveled on for a few hours, untill the land around them had become lightly forested. As a group they decided that sleeping among the trees seemed universaly better than sleeping out on the open road, and so they headed into the forest, a decision that particularly pleased Khelandrian. He set out to find them a suitable campsite and after a bit of searching, he found an open clearing with a stream running through the center, it was large enough that keeping watch would be easy, one could notice anything that came into the clearing and warn the others before it could reach the center. And so they prepared for their first night together as a group. Corem began some meditative practices and Armando knelt in the direction of the Mountain and began to pray. Osmond and Iama were around the fire and were begining to play some music, their instruments similar yet different producing a pleasent sound, and the party heard Osmond's singing voice for the first time. It was high and sweet, and Khelandrian could believe that the man was famous for it. Being thus left to his own devices, Khelandrian decided to take a tour of the surrounding forest. Much as in the forest outside of Doven, the trees kindled within him a sense of peace, so much time among human lands could only serve to strengthen his bond to the earth. It was odd really, back home he had never given it much thought, cities and people and wealth were all he cared about, but being away made him realize how much the land was in his blood. Thinking of home also made him think of Cadel. Now there was a puzzel, he had no idea how to help his childhood friend. Not much chance of paying his bail..not when they certainly wanted Khelandrian in jail as well. Then a thougth occured to him, if he could impress this Osmond and work into his good graces it would be very possible that the singer could do the same for Cadel as he had for the group. With this thought in mind, Khelandrian turned back towards the campsite when he heard a familiar high pitched scream. He began to run back towards the camp, and when he got there he saw Armando holding the other two back. "Wait untill Khel returns, it will do none of us any good to go charging off into the forest only to become seperated and lost. You know our benefactors sensibilites as well as i, it is entirely possible that he has simply seen some woodland creature." Of course Khel when he did return wanted to know why the man had been allowed to roam off into the forest alone. Apparently he had had to use the bathroom and was most adament in his request for privacey, Iama told them that in particular Osmand had not wanted to pee where Corem could hear. Khel could only shake his head. They decided to set out en masse to find him, and chose Khel to lead since he seemed so well inclined towards the forest. It was at this point that Khel was cursing his luck again, he had sharp eyes to be sure, and was very good at finding things, but woodscraft had always been something he avoided back home. After some searching they found the spot where Osmond had been. Apparently some sort of scuffle had taken place, and it looked as if the prissy bard had simply been dragged off. Luckily the captors did not seem very intent upon hiding their trail, and after hurridly breaking camp, the four decided to follow whatever had taken their new employer deeper into the forest. [/QUOTE]
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