(Adventure) Retrieval of Fallon's Key (Macbeth Judging)


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Llolian says, "I'll go double or nothing for the title of Mr. Sneaky. I'm not really much of a fighter" Llolian smiles. "Let's say if we ever do get in combat, I'll be right behind you. Every step of the way."
 

[Attention! Thebis-Ra changed from Halfing Fighter to Elven Wizard.]

I am a Wizard, though unlike Iggy here, I haven't really specialized. It is my opinion that a specialization requires too great a sacrifice to make it worthwile...
 

Iggy

Iggy smiles. "I guess you all know my strengths by now. Divinitory magic is my speciality, but I know a few good combat spells as well. Other than that, I try to stay out of the way & use my trusty crossbow."
 

Felling suddenly at the center of the attention, Wind slightly blushes under his copper skin, and reluctantly answers to the implicit question.
"Ehmm... I think I'm quite versatile, there's not something I really excel in, except running... I'm not a seasoned warrior, but I trained my body to be as strong as any weapon, and in dire need I can focus death energy through my fists and cause intense pain in my foe... but I'm not yet really good at it...errr... not that I like to do it...."
He shyly lowers his head, hoping his companions will talk about something else now.
 

After all the introductions and food are finished, once more in less then an orderly fastion, the elves excuse themselves and go off to sleep.

The next morning, the group flies once more to yet another camp and repeats the same affear again. The flying is still entertaining, but the group is now fairly anctious to get to the REAL adventure.

On the fourth day, the elves fly you to a clearing, a little before they normally would. In the distance, the group can see the sea, though trees and hills hide the shore line. THis clearing is free of tents, or anything else except for the griffons that had just landed. THe elven boy hops off, and waits for you to dismount.

"Griffons do not like being in Fallon much, so we do not force it on them. To many people. The city is but a few miles that way." the lad points east, towards the sea, which can be heard even from here, which is odd, for those that ahve lived by the sea know.
 

Llolian dismounts, and stretches. He adjusts his pack and other belongings, then strings his longbow.

"Should we assume there will be danger along the road? Perhaps the more combat-oriented should lead the way? We don't want anything to happen to Iggy."
 


Sara waves to the elf who had been her ride and follows the elf tyke cheerfully. "Bout time we got out of the saddle and on our feet, my ass was getting sore. Comeon, iggy, walk with me, I'll teach ya how to swagger..."
 

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