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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5572267" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>“My apologies, friends.” Fen smiled his most charming smile.</p><p> </p><p> “We’re waiting.” Said Coerraine coldly. “I am not prone to trust the dwarf. I am less so for you, heathen. Duor tells us you had a meeting?”</p><p> </p><p> The Duor looked pleasingly surprised to hear the young paladin actually use his name.</p><p> </p><p> “Duor is correct.” Fen admitted. “I was contacted by my order. I am sorry that I cannot elaborate but…”</p><p> </p><p> “Yeah, yeah. ‘The ways of Mistwood are not for the ears of men.’” Braddok interrupted. “Not good enough.”</p><p> </p><p> The druid met the dark-haired warriors glare. His smile was gone and a stoic severity came over him. “That is correct, warrior. I am bound by my oaths.” The half-elf turned to meet the Redstar Knight’s gaze. “Something <em>you</em> can understand I am sure, Goldshield.”</p><p> </p><p> Coerraine was taken aback by this deliberate accusation to logic. The young paladin <em>could</em>, in fact, understand that. </p><p> </p><p> “Suffice it to say,” Fen continued, “we are on the correct path. This army is, indeed, a threat not just to Welford or Miralostae, but the Balance and the whole of the realms.”</p><p> </p><p> No one had any reply for that.</p><p> </p><p> “So,” Fen gestured with all elegance towards he barge, “shall we?”</p><p> </p><p> “Very well.” Answered Alaria. “We make for the break of Imerlis. We will try to avoid contact with the goblin army and make for Welford at all costs. You continue to Welford on foot and meet us at the inn there.” The R’Hathi wizard thought for a moment. “Whatever it might be called. Surely it has to have some kind of accommodation. If you need us, Erevan knows the signal. If we need you, I trust, you will see.” The members of the party, including Fen, nodded their acknowledgement of the dire undertaking they were about to undertake.</p><p> </p><p> Begrdugingly, the party split into their respective groups. Alaria, Coerraine and Haelan poling the barge out into the river and headed upstream.</p><p> </p><p> Erevan looked to Fen. The druid simply nodded at the silver-haired elf. He turned to Braddok and Duor. Braddok nodded also and withdrew his sword. </p><p> </p><p> As Fen moved off into the woods, the western warrior pulled Erevan close and muttered a simple two words. “Watch him.”</p><p> </p><p> Erevan looked at the warrior, without emotion, and nodded a reply of his own. “Give us a hundred count and follow. If I see any trouble, I…one of us…will return.” Then the grey-green clad tracker took off into the woods.</p><p> </p><p> Braddok scowled after the elf and half-elf, their movements almost immediately lost in the woods before them. He looked at Duor. The dwarf smiled an impossibly broad smile from his dark brown beard. Braddok shrunk back from the disturbing visage of the smiling thief.</p><p> </p><p> “Well, fellow treasure-hunter, as ‘Mr. Secrecy’ said….’Shall we?’” Duor answered Braddok’s with a bow and a flourish. “I’ve counted to 100…dwarves are great with numbers.” Duor gave Braddok an evil looking smirk and wink.</p><p> </p><p> Braddok looked at the barge, edging its way slowly out into the river and moving before them. When they were, what he believed to be beyond bowshot, and nodded. “Alright, let’s go.”</p><p> </p><p> The warrior trudged ahead of the bowing dwarf. Duor rolled his eyes. “Ugh.” Mumbled Duor, “Ye need a bit of humor, my friend. If we’re to die today, I’d rather do it with a smile.”</p><p> </p><p> Braddok seemed not to hear, so Duor trotted off behind the wide strides of the swordsman.</p><p> </p><p> Though the location of the elf and half-elf were lost to them, the human and dwarf stuck close to the river, never venturing further than a few widespread trees into the woods, never losing sight of the barge that held their “employer.” Braddok trusted that, at least, Erevan was not far from the river either. The druid, whom he had just begun to think of as a member of the group, was on his “suspicion” list again…”I’m getting as bad as bad as the bloody Redstar,” thought the warrior to himself.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> Metal clanged against metal when Braddok’s longsword met the hobgoblin captain’s shield. One goblin soldier from the rear scouting party lay at his feet. Braddok winced from the cut in his upper arm he’d sustained from the hobgoblin’s last attack. He mentally chastised himself for being sloppy in his defense after felling the goblin spearman. His father, Braddok thought, would not have approved. Odd, his mind still reeled as he ducked a powerful swing of the captain’s serated broadsword, haven’t thought of father in month’s. Braddok’s next jab struck deep into the captain’s uncovered yellow-orange thigh.</p><p> </p><p> “Yeah, let’s go by land.” Shouted Duor as he easily avoided a slash from a goblin short sword. “That was a <em>great</em> idea, son of Barforth!” Duor slashed with his flashing green-lit dagger, similarly dodged by his opponent.</p><p> </p><p> A ‘fipt’ and a thunk registered before Duor noticed the arrow in his assailant’s temple.</p><p> </p><p> “Eh! Stick to yer own goblins, point-ear!” called Duor before another ‘fipt’ and thunk caused him to wheel about to see another goblin behind him, hand axe raised for a cleaving blow drop lifeless to his side.</p><p> </p><p> “As you wish.” Said Erevan plainly, nocking his bow again in a single fluid motion. “Or, perhaps, my subtle dwarf friend,” Erevan’s bow twanged at an approaching goblin, “You should stick to the shadows.” The elf finished as he drew another bolt from his freshly replenished quiver.</p><p> </p><p> “Oh! Like you would have seen that alarm tripwire!” called the dwarf as he fired off his handcrossbow into the leg of another goblin spearman charging Fen. The goblin faltered from the unexpected pain and Fen finished the creature with a swift stab of his leaf-tipped spear.</p><p> </p><p> “He<em> DID</em>!” answered Fen, none too thankfully to the dwarf. </p><p> </p><p> “Oh right.” Replied Duor, ducking behind Braddok and preparing to stab at the hobgoblin captain. “Like you didn’t put it there. Ye sneaky bird-talker!”</p><p> </p><p> His boisterous approach noticed, the hobgoblin easy avoided Duor’s attempted “sneak attack.” The captain could not, however avoid Duor’s jab and Braddok’s slashing blade. The larger, stronger goblinoid looked in disbelief at the dark-haired human warrior who had just opened his side. A pointy-toothed snarl formed on his mouth before the creature stumbled backwards and dropped.</p><p> </p><p> His leader and comrades slain, the final goblin turned and attempted to speed into the thicker underbrush. A ‘fipt’ is all he heard before falling face-first into the bushes.</p><p> </p><p> Braddok wiped the black goopy blood from his blade. He looked upriver to the barge edging it’s way westward. “Let’s go.” The warrior took off along the riverside. Erevan and Fen followed without question. Duor looked at the fallen soldiers and then to his departing fellows.</p><p> </p><p> “But…” said the dwarf. He looked at the goblinod bodies and wondered what riches they might possess. He looked after where Braddok at run, his companions were lost in the greenwood. “ugh. ‘Onward to glory.’” Duor mumbled the dwarven warcry under his breath. Then, he too, continued trotting after his companions.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5572267, member: 92511"] “My apologies, friends.” Fen smiled his most charming smile. “We’re waiting.” Said Coerraine coldly. “I am not prone to trust the dwarf. I am less so for you, heathen. Duor tells us you had a meeting?” The Duor looked pleasingly surprised to hear the young paladin actually use his name. “Duor is correct.” Fen admitted. “I was contacted by my order. I am sorry that I cannot elaborate but…” “Yeah, yeah. ‘The ways of Mistwood are not for the ears of men.’” Braddok interrupted. “Not good enough.” The druid met the dark-haired warriors glare. His smile was gone and a stoic severity came over him. “That is correct, warrior. I am bound by my oaths.” The half-elf turned to meet the Redstar Knight’s gaze. “Something [I]you[/I] can understand I am sure, Goldshield.” Coerraine was taken aback by this deliberate accusation to logic. The young paladin [I]could[/I], in fact, understand that. “Suffice it to say,” Fen continued, “we are on the correct path. This army is, indeed, a threat not just to Welford or Miralostae, but the Balance and the whole of the realms.” No one had any reply for that. “So,” Fen gestured with all elegance towards he barge, “shall we?” “Very well.” Answered Alaria. “We make for the break of Imerlis. We will try to avoid contact with the goblin army and make for Welford at all costs. You continue to Welford on foot and meet us at the inn there.” The R’Hathi wizard thought for a moment. “Whatever it might be called. Surely it has to have some kind of accommodation. If you need us, Erevan knows the signal. If we need you, I trust, you will see.” The members of the party, including Fen, nodded their acknowledgement of the dire undertaking they were about to undertake. Begrdugingly, the party split into their respective groups. Alaria, Coerraine and Haelan poling the barge out into the river and headed upstream. Erevan looked to Fen. The druid simply nodded at the silver-haired elf. He turned to Braddok and Duor. Braddok nodded also and withdrew his sword. As Fen moved off into the woods, the western warrior pulled Erevan close and muttered a simple two words. “Watch him.” Erevan looked at the warrior, without emotion, and nodded a reply of his own. “Give us a hundred count and follow. If I see any trouble, I…one of us…will return.” Then the grey-green clad tracker took off into the woods. Braddok scowled after the elf and half-elf, their movements almost immediately lost in the woods before them. He looked at Duor. The dwarf smiled an impossibly broad smile from his dark brown beard. Braddok shrunk back from the disturbing visage of the smiling thief. “Well, fellow treasure-hunter, as ‘Mr. Secrecy’ said….’Shall we?’” Duor answered Braddok’s with a bow and a flourish. “I’ve counted to 100…dwarves are great with numbers.” Duor gave Braddok an evil looking smirk and wink. Braddok looked at the barge, edging its way slowly out into the river and moving before them. When they were, what he believed to be beyond bowshot, and nodded. “Alright, let’s go.” The warrior trudged ahead of the bowing dwarf. Duor rolled his eyes. “Ugh.” Mumbled Duor, “Ye need a bit of humor, my friend. If we’re to die today, I’d rather do it with a smile.” Braddok seemed not to hear, so Duor trotted off behind the wide strides of the swordsman. Though the location of the elf and half-elf were lost to them, the human and dwarf stuck close to the river, never venturing further than a few widespread trees into the woods, never losing sight of the barge that held their “employer.” Braddok trusted that, at least, Erevan was not far from the river either. The druid, whom he had just begun to think of as a member of the group, was on his “suspicion” list again…”I’m getting as bad as bad as the bloody Redstar,” thought the warrior to himself. Metal clanged against metal when Braddok’s longsword met the hobgoblin captain’s shield. One goblin soldier from the rear scouting party lay at his feet. Braddok winced from the cut in his upper arm he’d sustained from the hobgoblin’s last attack. He mentally chastised himself for being sloppy in his defense after felling the goblin spearman. His father, Braddok thought, would not have approved. Odd, his mind still reeled as he ducked a powerful swing of the captain’s serated broadsword, haven’t thought of father in month’s. Braddok’s next jab struck deep into the captain’s uncovered yellow-orange thigh. “Yeah, let’s go by land.” Shouted Duor as he easily avoided a slash from a goblin short sword. “That was a [I]great[/I] idea, son of Barforth!” Duor slashed with his flashing green-lit dagger, similarly dodged by his opponent. A ‘fipt’ and a thunk registered before Duor noticed the arrow in his assailant’s temple. “Eh! Stick to yer own goblins, point-ear!” called Duor before another ‘fipt’ and thunk caused him to wheel about to see another goblin behind him, hand axe raised for a cleaving blow drop lifeless to his side. “As you wish.” Said Erevan plainly, nocking his bow again in a single fluid motion. “Or, perhaps, my subtle dwarf friend,” Erevan’s bow twanged at an approaching goblin, “You should stick to the shadows.” The elf finished as he drew another bolt from his freshly replenished quiver. “Oh! Like you would have seen that alarm tripwire!” called the dwarf as he fired off his handcrossbow into the leg of another goblin spearman charging Fen. The goblin faltered from the unexpected pain and Fen finished the creature with a swift stab of his leaf-tipped spear. “He[I] DID[/I]!” answered Fen, none too thankfully to the dwarf. “Oh right.” Replied Duor, ducking behind Braddok and preparing to stab at the hobgoblin captain. “Like you didn’t put it there. Ye sneaky bird-talker!” His boisterous approach noticed, the hobgoblin easy avoided Duor’s attempted “sneak attack.” The captain could not, however avoid Duor’s jab and Braddok’s slashing blade. The larger, stronger goblinoid looked in disbelief at the dark-haired human warrior who had just opened his side. A pointy-toothed snarl formed on his mouth before the creature stumbled backwards and dropped. His leader and comrades slain, the final goblin turned and attempted to speed into the thicker underbrush. A ‘fipt’ is all he heard before falling face-first into the bushes. Braddok wiped the black goopy blood from his blade. He looked upriver to the barge edging it’s way westward. “Let’s go.” The warrior took off along the riverside. Erevan and Fen followed without question. Duor looked at the fallen soldiers and then to his departing fellows. “But…” said the dwarf. He looked at the goblinod bodies and wondered what riches they might possess. He looked after where Braddok at run, his companions were lost in the greenwood. “ugh. ‘Onward to glory.’” Duor mumbled the dwarven warcry under his breath. Then, he too, continued trotting after his companions. [/QUOTE]
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