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<blockquote data-quote="penance" data-source="post: 3119801" data-attributes="member: 45645"><p>The elf looked tired as he walked with the party. <span style="color: brown">"My name is Draethan, by the way. Draethan Ellendor."</span> he mumbles. His is shirt and armor are dirt-crusted. His long blond hair was tied into a ponytail, and he wore only a light chain helm. However, even through the dust his armor looks very high quality enchanted mithril. He wields a small short sword as his only weapon besides his bow; but his bow is a work of art, and the only thing without a speck of dirt on it. It looks as though it was made of ivory, and the coated with magically enhanced gold made in layers. All along the limbs of the bow an intracate pattern of filgree is engraved onto the gold plating. The string itself is made from enchanted linen that sparkles in the morning light. It is obvious from the way Draethan holds this bow that it is his most treasured possesion.</p><p></p><p>After the party walks for a while, he halts. <span style="color: brown"> "It looks safe here, I can answer your questions. The hold is safe, for now. In fact, the threats from slavers and orcs have practially dissapeared. It makes my people very uneasy, the things that have happened. The fighting started several weeks ago, with a simultaneous attack from the slaver and the orcs." </span> He paused to take a sip of water from his water-skin.<span style="color: brown"> "It didn't look to be too well coordinated; in the one smaller hold that we retreated from, the orcs and humans fought each other over the little salvage we left behind. What followed was a long guerilla campaign where we constantly harrassed their troops and suppplies and then fled before they could get us. It worked great until one day when they suddenly fled back in their camps. We let them go and didn't follow, assuming that they decided to retreat. However, our scouts reported in about 4 days some of the strangest things." </span> Here Draethan paused and blanched. <span style="color: brown">"They told us that the humans were... gone. All that was left of their camp was blood, like some kind of monster had swept the place clean. The thing that worried us, however, was the bodies. There weren't any. The orcs now build defenses and earthen mounds to protect themselves, as though they were deathly afraid of something. My friends, anything that an Orc is afraid of, is something that we should definatly keep an eye out for. It would be a good bet that that creature you killed back there had something to do with it. Now come, we are close to my leaders' camp." </span></p><p></p><p>[sblock=Alexcia's Sense Motive check]You feel like he knows more than he is telling you, but what he says is the truth.[/sblock]</p><p></p><p>The elf once again turned and led the party off the road and through a dense thicket of thorns. Fortunatly for the adventurers, they seemed to be a magic type of bush that didnt scratch them as they passed. Then, as soon as the undergrowth started, it stopped, revealing a large elven camp. At least fifty elves bustled, preparing themselves for war. They had a grim look on their faces as they worked in a minature city of tents.</p><p></p><p>Draethan led them to the largest tent, where a tall brown-haired guard stood watchful. Draethan appraoched and pulled the guard in front of the tent to him. He whipsered shortly in elven tongue:</p><p>[sblock=ostu hears this]"...information about the enemy...."[/sblock]</p><p>The guard nods and draws aside for Draethan to enter, but blocks the passage the party members. After a short while, Draethan emerges with the a tall tough-looking elf. <span style="color: blue">"Hullo there. My name is Forathius Laerius, and I am the First Leader of the Combined Elven Army,"</span> he said. <span style="color: blue">"Welcome to my camp. My scout here tells me that you have come here to help us, and have information regarding necromancy? If this is true, you may confirm our greatest fear... Tell me what you have discoved, and I will see how this changes my people's defense."</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="penance, post: 3119801, member: 45645"] The elf looked tired as he walked with the party. [color=brown]"My name is Draethan, by the way. Draethan Ellendor."[/color] he mumbles. His is shirt and armor are dirt-crusted. His long blond hair was tied into a ponytail, and he wore only a light chain helm. However, even through the dust his armor looks very high quality enchanted mithril. He wields a small short sword as his only weapon besides his bow; but his bow is a work of art, and the only thing without a speck of dirt on it. It looks as though it was made of ivory, and the coated with magically enhanced gold made in layers. All along the limbs of the bow an intracate pattern of filgree is engraved onto the gold plating. The string itself is made from enchanted linen that sparkles in the morning light. It is obvious from the way Draethan holds this bow that it is his most treasured possesion. After the party walks for a while, he halts. [color=brown] "It looks safe here, I can answer your questions. The hold is safe, for now. In fact, the threats from slavers and orcs have practially dissapeared. It makes my people very uneasy, the things that have happened. The fighting started several weeks ago, with a simultaneous attack from the slaver and the orcs." [/color] He paused to take a sip of water from his water-skin.[color=brown] "It didn't look to be too well coordinated; in the one smaller hold that we retreated from, the orcs and humans fought each other over the little salvage we left behind. What followed was a long guerilla campaign where we constantly harrassed their troops and suppplies and then fled before they could get us. It worked great until one day when they suddenly fled back in their camps. We let them go and didn't follow, assuming that they decided to retreat. However, our scouts reported in about 4 days some of the strangest things." [/color] Here Draethan paused and blanched. [color=brown]"They told us that the humans were... gone. All that was left of their camp was blood, like some kind of monster had swept the place clean. The thing that worried us, however, was the bodies. There weren't any. The orcs now build defenses and earthen mounds to protect themselves, as though they were deathly afraid of something. My friends, anything that an Orc is afraid of, is something that we should definatly keep an eye out for. It would be a good bet that that creature you killed back there had something to do with it. Now come, we are close to my leaders' camp." [/color] [sblock=Alexcia's Sense Motive check]You feel like he knows more than he is telling you, but what he says is the truth.[/sblock] The elf once again turned and led the party off the road and through a dense thicket of thorns. Fortunatly for the adventurers, they seemed to be a magic type of bush that didnt scratch them as they passed. Then, as soon as the undergrowth started, it stopped, revealing a large elven camp. At least fifty elves bustled, preparing themselves for war. They had a grim look on their faces as they worked in a minature city of tents. Draethan led them to the largest tent, where a tall brown-haired guard stood watchful. Draethan appraoched and pulled the guard in front of the tent to him. He whipsered shortly in elven tongue: [sblock=ostu hears this]"...information about the enemy...."[/sblock] The guard nods and draws aside for Draethan to enter, but blocks the passage the party members. After a short while, Draethan emerges with the a tall tough-looking elf. [color=blue]"Hullo there. My name is Forathius Laerius, and I am the First Leader of the Combined Elven Army,"[/color] he said. [color=blue]"Welcome to my camp. My scout here tells me that you have come here to help us, and have information regarding necromancy? If this is true, you may confirm our greatest fear... Tell me what you have discoved, and I will see how this changes my people's defense."[/color] [/QUOTE]
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