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<blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 4206427" data-attributes="member: 10820"><p>Valian Longstrider gripped the reins of his horse tighter. It was the only way he could prevent himself from reaching over and slapping either of his riding companions from their horses. The eladrin knew that as warden it was his job to take these two out to the South Woods and let them hunt. An Imperial hunting ground, the South Woods was off limits to anyone not authorized to hunt it. So when he wasn’t escorting VIPs to and from the woods, his job was generally to keep poachers out of the area. Otherwise he spent his time basically doing odd jobs for Deadrock’s regent, Lord Dritorin. </p><p></p><p>Deadrock lay in the Vale, a tranquil valley within the Spur of the Jagged Jaw Mountains. The Spur jutted out into the plains and within it the Vale was protected by some of the worse northern weather. Once a sleepy little human mining town, Deadrock was now a sleepy little human mining town with Imperial rulers and sometimes even Imperial vacationers.</p><p></p><p>The center of the Vale was dominated by Chop Rock Lake. The massive lake was fed by three different mountain rivers, eventually dumping water down the Red Ribbon Run. Valian’s last duty had been to ride the east river edge and look for signs of trouble. The elves of the Splinters north of the river had been starting to stir, and Lord Dritorin had wanted Valian’s eyes in the area. When he had returned with little new information, Lord Dritorin had informed him of a couple of VIPs that were waiting for him escort them into the South Woods. </p><p></p><p>He’d forgotten their names just after having been told them. He thought of them as Fop and Prattle. Fop was a young noble who was not only useless, but very self centered. Valian had never met an eladrin with worse aim. Valian had to kill the one deer Fop had actually managed to hit rather than scare away. Worse the nobleman had brought his woman with him, Prattle. To say she would not shut up was an understatement of epic proportions. Her nasally voice grated on Valian’s every nerve. Thankfully the trip was coming to an end though. He just had to make it back to Deadrock and these two would once again be someone else’s problem. Perhaps something along the way would be more interesting.</p><p></p><p>As if in answer to Valian’s hopes, he spied the bridge that crossed the Red Ribbon Run up ahead. Unlike most other times he saw it though, the area was not devoid of people. On the contrary, there seemed to be a small gathering of coincidence about to occur. From downstream, one of the Halfling swift skiffs rode favorable winds in toward the dock beside the bridge. On the other side of the bridge and man was packing up a small camp. Finally from down the road that ran along the bluff above the river walked another person, protected from the sun by a fairly large cloak.</p><p></p><p>Valian turned to the Fop, “Company. Stay here.”</p><p></p><p>“But what if someone comes after us?” The Fop looked like he was going to wet himself. </p><p></p><p>Prattle batted her eyes at him, “You’ll protect us dear.”</p><p></p><p>He coughed, “Of course I will.” His voice cracked, and he coughed again then looked pleadingly at Valian.</p><p></p><p>Valian hid his smile and nodded, “Don’t worry, I won’t be out of sight. Stay here, it will be safer.” Without waiting for a response he spurred his horse forward and went to get a closer view.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Wraithdrit, post: 4206427, member: 10820"] Valian Longstrider gripped the reins of his horse tighter. It was the only way he could prevent himself from reaching over and slapping either of his riding companions from their horses. The eladrin knew that as warden it was his job to take these two out to the South Woods and let them hunt. An Imperial hunting ground, the South Woods was off limits to anyone not authorized to hunt it. So when he wasn’t escorting VIPs to and from the woods, his job was generally to keep poachers out of the area. Otherwise he spent his time basically doing odd jobs for Deadrock’s regent, Lord Dritorin. Deadrock lay in the Vale, a tranquil valley within the Spur of the Jagged Jaw Mountains. The Spur jutted out into the plains and within it the Vale was protected by some of the worse northern weather. Once a sleepy little human mining town, Deadrock was now a sleepy little human mining town with Imperial rulers and sometimes even Imperial vacationers. The center of the Vale was dominated by Chop Rock Lake. The massive lake was fed by three different mountain rivers, eventually dumping water down the Red Ribbon Run. Valian’s last duty had been to ride the east river edge and look for signs of trouble. The elves of the Splinters north of the river had been starting to stir, and Lord Dritorin had wanted Valian’s eyes in the area. When he had returned with little new information, Lord Dritorin had informed him of a couple of VIPs that were waiting for him escort them into the South Woods. He’d forgotten their names just after having been told them. He thought of them as Fop and Prattle. Fop was a young noble who was not only useless, but very self centered. Valian had never met an eladrin with worse aim. Valian had to kill the one deer Fop had actually managed to hit rather than scare away. Worse the nobleman had brought his woman with him, Prattle. To say she would not shut up was an understatement of epic proportions. Her nasally voice grated on Valian’s every nerve. Thankfully the trip was coming to an end though. He just had to make it back to Deadrock and these two would once again be someone else’s problem. Perhaps something along the way would be more interesting. As if in answer to Valian’s hopes, he spied the bridge that crossed the Red Ribbon Run up ahead. Unlike most other times he saw it though, the area was not devoid of people. On the contrary, there seemed to be a small gathering of coincidence about to occur. From downstream, one of the Halfling swift skiffs rode favorable winds in toward the dock beside the bridge. On the other side of the bridge and man was packing up a small camp. Finally from down the road that ran along the bluff above the river walked another person, protected from the sun by a fairly large cloak. Valian turned to the Fop, “Company. Stay here.” “But what if someone comes after us?” The Fop looked like he was going to wet himself. Prattle batted her eyes at him, “You’ll protect us dear.” He coughed, “Of course I will.” His voice cracked, and he coughed again then looked pleadingly at Valian. Valian hid his smile and nodded, “Don’t worry, I won’t be out of sight. Stay here, it will be safer.” Without waiting for a response he spurred his horse forward and went to get a closer view. [/QUOTE]
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