Orin: [sblock] Venelle had seemed distracted this morning as she instructed you in your archery lessons this morning, glancing into the dark clouds that had moved over the town during the night hours. More than once your arrows struck closer to the center of the target than hers’ did, and while you are no longer a novice to the bow, you could count on one hand the number of times you had beaten her during one of your lessons.
Even afterwards, when she seemed to admit to herself she was distracted, she simply told you to unload the wagon in the back of the store and once you were finished, the rest of the day was yours.
The work passed quickly, as mindless work always seemed to do, and before long you were in the foothills that surround Diamond Lake. As the first fat drops of rain begin to fall, you remember the empty mine office not far from where you are that would provide you with some temporary shelter from the storm that is brewing. [/sblock]
Chryse: [sblock] The building was one you had never seen before, yet your footsteps were confident as you approached it. The holes in the roof seemed to speak of the neglect of the dwelling, but you knew that what you sought was there.
Follow the hawk my brother…dark times are approaching, yet we shall guide them to safety. Know that I am with you…
Opening your eyes to the dark morning sky, you quickly gathered your belongings and stood at the crossroads of the Vein awaiting your sign.
True to Apollo’s words, you soon saw a golden hawk land on the sign of Lazare’s House and stared down at you with its regal gaze. Then just as quickly as it landed, it took to the air leaving you behind, with the rain beginning to fall. [/sblock]
Shadow:[sblock]You had listened to that bragging buffoon Auric all night last night, telling of how he won the Champion’s Belt in Greyhawk and boasting that there were none in Diamond Lake that would make it past the first round in the upcoming Game. However, the lout was free with his silvers and you knew that if you could hold your tongue, you might make more in a night than you normally make in a week.
Then his companion entered the bar, a dark-haired man wearing a high-collared red cape that was fastened with a skull clasp over his green jerkins and pants. Although his face was unlined, the receding hairline, heavily streaked with gray, showed he was far older than the brash warrior.
To say the cloaked man was angry with his friends antics would have been an understatement, but the newcomer, Khellek you were sure the larger man called him, ignored you as if you were far below his attention. While you were only able to catch bits and pieces of the conversation, it was enough to quicken your pulse and rekindle your hope that perhaps your ticket out of this place had arrived.
I know there must be something there….they would not know empty from full…in the Cairn hills, I am sure of it…Tirra will do as I say, and question me far less…we leave in the morning…the empty mine office will be a marker…
Sleep did not come easy to you as you could think of only one mine office that was not being used in the hills outside of town. It was used as a place where the younger kids would go when they had snuck a bottle of their father’s whiskey away from his notice, or a place where two people could be alone for a little while. If there was treasure in the old mine, perhaps you could beat them to it, how hard could it be?
Dressing quickly the following morning, you spent those well earned silvers getting your supplies and convincing the stable hand to look the other way while you examined the braggart’s, and companions’, mounts. Weakening the straps on the saddles would only be a temporary inconvenience, but every minute you had as a head start would be more than you would have otherwise.
Slipping out the back of the barn, you pulled your cloak up over your head and left for the mine office as the first heavy drop of rain fell from the clouds.[/sblock]
Even afterwards, when she seemed to admit to herself she was distracted, she simply told you to unload the wagon in the back of the store and once you were finished, the rest of the day was yours.
The work passed quickly, as mindless work always seemed to do, and before long you were in the foothills that surround Diamond Lake. As the first fat drops of rain begin to fall, you remember the empty mine office not far from where you are that would provide you with some temporary shelter from the storm that is brewing. [/sblock]
Chryse: [sblock] The building was one you had never seen before, yet your footsteps were confident as you approached it. The holes in the roof seemed to speak of the neglect of the dwelling, but you knew that what you sought was there.
Follow the hawk my brother…dark times are approaching, yet we shall guide them to safety. Know that I am with you…
Opening your eyes to the dark morning sky, you quickly gathered your belongings and stood at the crossroads of the Vein awaiting your sign.
True to Apollo’s words, you soon saw a golden hawk land on the sign of Lazare’s House and stared down at you with its regal gaze. Then just as quickly as it landed, it took to the air leaving you behind, with the rain beginning to fall. [/sblock]
Shadow:[sblock]You had listened to that bragging buffoon Auric all night last night, telling of how he won the Champion’s Belt in Greyhawk and boasting that there were none in Diamond Lake that would make it past the first round in the upcoming Game. However, the lout was free with his silvers and you knew that if you could hold your tongue, you might make more in a night than you normally make in a week.
Then his companion entered the bar, a dark-haired man wearing a high-collared red cape that was fastened with a skull clasp over his green jerkins and pants. Although his face was unlined, the receding hairline, heavily streaked with gray, showed he was far older than the brash warrior.
To say the cloaked man was angry with his friends antics would have been an understatement, but the newcomer, Khellek you were sure the larger man called him, ignored you as if you were far below his attention. While you were only able to catch bits and pieces of the conversation, it was enough to quicken your pulse and rekindle your hope that perhaps your ticket out of this place had arrived.
I know there must be something there….they would not know empty from full…in the Cairn hills, I am sure of it…Tirra will do as I say, and question me far less…we leave in the morning…the empty mine office will be a marker…
Sleep did not come easy to you as you could think of only one mine office that was not being used in the hills outside of town. It was used as a place where the younger kids would go when they had snuck a bottle of their father’s whiskey away from his notice, or a place where two people could be alone for a little while. If there was treasure in the old mine, perhaps you could beat them to it, how hard could it be?
Dressing quickly the following morning, you spent those well earned silvers getting your supplies and convincing the stable hand to look the other way while you examined the braggart’s, and companions’, mounts. Weakening the straps on the saddles would only be a temporary inconvenience, but every minute you had as a head start would be more than you would have otherwise.
Slipping out the back of the barn, you pulled your cloak up over your head and left for the mine office as the first heavy drop of rain fell from the clouds.[/sblock]
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