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<blockquote data-quote="Xorn" data-source="post: 4379804" data-attributes="member: 61231"><p>It was late morning as the gates of Winterhaven came into Daichot’s view; he had carried Oleaf for two miles through the gentle wooded slopes southwest of the town, and the rising heat of the morning combined with the added exertion of holding her had left a sheet of sweat across the ridges of his brow. Her angular, attractive face was marred with flashes of pain as they traveled. She had her arms wrapped tightly behind his neck, trying to keep from jostling as the tiefling did his best to walk steadily.</p><p></p><p>Percy had been surprisingly complacent about carrying her weapons after they had traveled no more than half a mile from the cliffs, most likely because the rogue quickly determined he had gotten the best part of the deal. Omar was buried under a mountain of equipment, with two full backpacks squeezed onto his frame, plus the ranger’s hide armor, as well as the scale armor that Omar had been wearing before finding the magical plate that now shown in the early golden cascade of sunlight that was washing over the climbing road. The dwarf didn’t slow at all under the massive weight, and Percy found himself wondering if Omar could carry pretty much any weight as long as you found a way to tie it down securely.</p><p></p><p>The little rogue caught himself admiring the fine craftsmanship of her longbow, but stuffed the ideas creeping into his head down—<em>you don’t steal from friends</em>, he reminded himself. Percy may have had questionable morals (a trait not wholly uncommon among his people) but what few he did keep about him he took seriously. His attention shifted quickly as a woman that was walking with them handed him a delicious looking green apple!</p><p></p><p>“You’re heroes!” she proclaimed to them all, “So brave to fight for us!”</p><p></p><p>The woman offered fruit to all of them, but only Percy accepted—though he accepted enough times to compensate for the others. She was the fourth person to fall into line with their march back to the gates, and word was quickly spreading of their victorious return. There had been several concerned faces among them, and one man even asked if Oleaf was alright.</p><p></p><p>She opened her wide eyes and looked over at the man reassuringly. There was a tense expression on her face, and Daichot could feel her trying to take shallow breaths, but she managed to nod to the man, but could not find enough air to speak. By the time they reached the gates, they had a company of ten men and women walking with them, and one of the guards at the gate sounded a loud horn repeatedly as soon as he recognized them.</p><p></p><p>“Heroes of Winterhaven!” he called down as soon as they were close enough to hear him. He pointed down at them and called the same proclamation behind him, into the town towards the inn. Echoes of his decree could be heard from what must have been a fairly large assembled crowd, and as they got close enough to see through the open gates, several dozens of people were at the inn, apparently ready to celebrate the return of the adventurers.</p><p></p><p>As they walked under the gate bridge, they were regaled heartily by the crowd, though their cheers started to falter as they realized one of them was being carried. Unable to tell how badly the elf was injured they started to fear the worst.</p><p></p><p>“Put me down, Daichot.” She whispered into his ear.</p><p></p><p>The warlord faltered for a moment, silently asking if she was sure she wanted to stand with a concerned look. She blinked her eyes, and some brightness was flushing into her face as she smiled faintly. “They have to know that we’ve won, clearly,” she explained, and understanding he lowered her long, slender legs to the ground. She gripped at the back of his neck fiercely as a wedge of pain tore at her side, and she added another rushed whisper, “But don’t let go!”</p><p></p><p>Daichot kept his left arm wrapped about the small of her waist, and the elf maintained her hold at the base of this neck and shoulder, so Daichot was still supporting most of the elf’s weight. She managed a quick wave to the gathered people and matched Daichots slow stride.</p><p></p><p>Ahead of them Omar was not smiling, just impatiently working his way through the crowd of people who were reaching out to touch their procession. “Ah need ye to stand back, the kobolds’er gone from yer forest, an’ we need ta get Oleaf to yer healer.”</p><p></p><p>Some of the more timid folk quickly made room, while two of the city guard fell in step in front of Omar and started clearing a path for them, assuring the fighter they would take them to the temple, and then Lord Padraig was anxious to see them.</p><p></p><p>Percy seemed to be the only one genuinely interested in participating in the celebration of his return, and held up the iron mandible that he had retrieved from the giant goblin they had slain! “We have slain Irontooth!” he cheered, and the responding hurrah was equally enthused.</p><p></p><p>Encouraged by the excitement of the crowd, Percy felt the rush feeding him, “The Heroes of Winterhaven!” The crowd cheered even louder. He yelled out the title again and they began to chant as they worked their way past the inn.</p><p></p><p>Breaking through most of the assembled crowd into the bare market, Percy turned around and thrust his dagger into the air for added effect, “Percy the Dragonslayer!”</p><p></p><p>“Percy the… dra…?” the cheer faltered and ended oddly as the townsfolk began looking about in bewilderment at the mention of a dragon. Percy started to explain when Daichot called after him.</p><p></p><p>“Later Percy! Let’s go!”</p><p></p><p>Bowing low and tipping his hat, Percy spun about and trotted after the others.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Xorn, post: 4379804, member: 61231"] It was late morning as the gates of Winterhaven came into Daichot’s view; he had carried Oleaf for two miles through the gentle wooded slopes southwest of the town, and the rising heat of the morning combined with the added exertion of holding her had left a sheet of sweat across the ridges of his brow. Her angular, attractive face was marred with flashes of pain as they traveled. She had her arms wrapped tightly behind his neck, trying to keep from jostling as the tiefling did his best to walk steadily. Percy had been surprisingly complacent about carrying her weapons after they had traveled no more than half a mile from the cliffs, most likely because the rogue quickly determined he had gotten the best part of the deal. Omar was buried under a mountain of equipment, with two full backpacks squeezed onto his frame, plus the ranger’s hide armor, as well as the scale armor that Omar had been wearing before finding the magical plate that now shown in the early golden cascade of sunlight that was washing over the climbing road. The dwarf didn’t slow at all under the massive weight, and Percy found himself wondering if Omar could carry pretty much any weight as long as you found a way to tie it down securely. The little rogue caught himself admiring the fine craftsmanship of her longbow, but stuffed the ideas creeping into his head down—[I]you don’t steal from friends[/I], he reminded himself. Percy may have had questionable morals (a trait not wholly uncommon among his people) but what few he did keep about him he took seriously. His attention shifted quickly as a woman that was walking with them handed him a delicious looking green apple! “You’re heroes!” she proclaimed to them all, “So brave to fight for us!” The woman offered fruit to all of them, but only Percy accepted—though he accepted enough times to compensate for the others. She was the fourth person to fall into line with their march back to the gates, and word was quickly spreading of their victorious return. There had been several concerned faces among them, and one man even asked if Oleaf was alright. She opened her wide eyes and looked over at the man reassuringly. There was a tense expression on her face, and Daichot could feel her trying to take shallow breaths, but she managed to nod to the man, but could not find enough air to speak. By the time they reached the gates, they had a company of ten men and women walking with them, and one of the guards at the gate sounded a loud horn repeatedly as soon as he recognized them. “Heroes of Winterhaven!” he called down as soon as they were close enough to hear him. He pointed down at them and called the same proclamation behind him, into the town towards the inn. Echoes of his decree could be heard from what must have been a fairly large assembled crowd, and as they got close enough to see through the open gates, several dozens of people were at the inn, apparently ready to celebrate the return of the adventurers. As they walked under the gate bridge, they were regaled heartily by the crowd, though their cheers started to falter as they realized one of them was being carried. Unable to tell how badly the elf was injured they started to fear the worst. “Put me down, Daichot.” She whispered into his ear. The warlord faltered for a moment, silently asking if she was sure she wanted to stand with a concerned look. She blinked her eyes, and some brightness was flushing into her face as she smiled faintly. “They have to know that we’ve won, clearly,” she explained, and understanding he lowered her long, slender legs to the ground. She gripped at the back of his neck fiercely as a wedge of pain tore at her side, and she added another rushed whisper, “But don’t let go!” Daichot kept his left arm wrapped about the small of her waist, and the elf maintained her hold at the base of this neck and shoulder, so Daichot was still supporting most of the elf’s weight. She managed a quick wave to the gathered people and matched Daichots slow stride. Ahead of them Omar was not smiling, just impatiently working his way through the crowd of people who were reaching out to touch their procession. “Ah need ye to stand back, the kobolds’er gone from yer forest, an’ we need ta get Oleaf to yer healer.” Some of the more timid folk quickly made room, while two of the city guard fell in step in front of Omar and started clearing a path for them, assuring the fighter they would take them to the temple, and then Lord Padraig was anxious to see them. Percy seemed to be the only one genuinely interested in participating in the celebration of his return, and held up the iron mandible that he had retrieved from the giant goblin they had slain! “We have slain Irontooth!” he cheered, and the responding hurrah was equally enthused. Encouraged by the excitement of the crowd, Percy felt the rush feeding him, “The Heroes of Winterhaven!” The crowd cheered even louder. He yelled out the title again and they began to chant as they worked their way past the inn. Breaking through most of the assembled crowd into the bare market, Percy turned around and thrust his dagger into the air for added effect, “Percy the Dragonslayer!” “Percy the… dra…?” the cheer faltered and ended oddly as the townsfolk began looking about in bewilderment at the mention of a dragon. Percy started to explain when Daichot called after him. “Later Percy! Let’s go!” Bowing low and tipping his hat, Percy spun about and trotted after the others. [/QUOTE]
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