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Micar fired a single bolt from his crossbow at the lead worg, then drew his sepi from beneath his cloak. Knowing worgs prefer to torment small prey he stepped forward and to the side, attempting to draw some of the worgs away and into the heavy brush. "Get Aislinn and Fallax into the forest. If...

Morn whirled on Starhl, his eyes flashing beneath his hood."Congratulations. You've just let every orc within a league know we're here you furry lack wit!" Morn turned to the rest of the group "We have to move. quickly."

Morn removed his mask and hood and smiled grimly as he took a small piece of the bread for himself. "I've left an unpleasent surprise at the other entrance for the curious. You should rest. The smell of blood will bring more than just orcs. I will watch over you. " Without waiting for a reply...

Morn shifted uneasily as he remembered his fathers words the cities are all corrupt...They were corrupt before the Shadow came, and he just took it for his own...better to flee to the wilds and take your chances with the beasts... Morn shook his head angrily and muttered to himself "And what...

"I have no home of my own and those who oppose The Shadow are welcome companions..." Morns eyes flashed coldly as his voice dropped to a flat growl... "But Fallax must accompany us. No one living will be left to orcish mercy"

Morn smiled grimly at the group in front of him and slipped his blade back into its sheath. "I am Morn, or the Whisperer as Fallax has apparently decided to call me. The sword may be divine providence or dumb luck, but orcs are still scouring the country side. Eventually they will find the...

Its been one of those weekends. I'm at work atm, I'll have a post up in a bit.

Morn quickly stepped back against the wall, gripping his sepi as he eyed the bedraggled group before him..."Calm yourself Fallax...I've rarely seen agents of the shadow who looked quite so....haggard..." Morn turned to the group before him "I assume you are refugees from Caft seeking sanctuary...

Morn Sigil "Lead on then Fallax..." Morn firmly gripped his sepi and slipped from shadow to shadow, intently watching the old man in front of him...

"That is an out come devotely to be wished, Fallax...And what have you found?" Morn shifted uncomfortably against the wall as ligth slowly filtered into the cave, ears alert for the sounds of approaching danger...The old man was obviously mad, but what had he found....?

Morn Sigil Morn regarded the man solemnly, suspecting that his mind was gone long ago... "And how did you come to reside in such...luxurious surroundings Fallax?"

Morn Sigil Morn Settled back against the cave wall, keeping his blade beneath his cloak so as not to further frighten the old man. "I am a wanderer myself...You reveal much in your sleep Fallax...whose favor do you seek to regain? Answer truely for Caft is a funeral pyre and orcs stalk the...

Welcome back elapse!

RR is normally out of touch on the weekends far as I know

Morn Sigil Staying back in the shadows, Morn stared hard at the man. Lowering his voice to to a threatening whisper he snarled "Who are you old man? Why do you hide here?"

Morn Sigil Morn sat back on his haunches and stared intently at the man, trying to discern any clues as to his identity.... Was this the one who sold the people of Caft to their deaths? Taking his Sepi in hand Morn slinked closer to the man, listening intently to his mumbling. Leaning in close...

Morn's lips draw back in a feral snarl as he slithers forward towards the sleeping form. Glancing about to make sure there are no lurking suprises, Morn takes the Sepi from between his teeth as he slides closer to the sleeping form... OOC: Hide: +14 (4 ranks + 4 size + 2 racial + 4 dex) move...

Morn quietly dropped to his belly against the moist earth of the cave. Placingthe blade of his sepi between his teeth, he grimaced at the bitter residue of orc blood, and began to slither forward. If there was to be blood spilled to feed the earth, it would not be his alone! OOC: Hide: +14 (4...

Morn Sigil Quickly uncoiling his rope Morn lashes a thick pine branch back almost to it breaking point, setting it to lash out when someone blunders into it. Happy that his work is well concealed Morn wiped a small trickle of moisture from his neck and drew his cloak tightly about him before...

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