(Casual D&D III) The Man in Black
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doghead
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Aerda watches as the weapons are loaded onto the mules and lashed away. When it is done, he turns to the others with a troubled look on his face.
"There is one more thing. The elves say that there is another in the forest. They say he is short and stocky, and his features and accent are strange; he is a stranger from a stange land far from here apparently. He wears a hat like an upturned bowl. And he claims to know us. Do we know this one? The elves wish to hear his name from us if we do."
ooc: I wanted to get things rolling, but thought this might be a strange place to insert mushroom head. So ... er, I ghost hacked one of the characters. I hope I havn't offended anyone. I'll edit if desired.
"There is one more thing. The elves say that there is another in the forest. They say he is short and stocky, and his features and accent are strange; he is a stranger from a stange land far from here apparently. He wears a hat like an upturned bowl. And he claims to know us. Do we know this one? The elves wish to hear his name from us if we do."
ooc: I wanted to get things rolling, but thought this might be a strange place to insert mushroom head. So ... er, I ghost hacked one of the characters. I hope I havn't offended anyone. I'll edit if desired.
dpdx
Explorer
Fendric and Hiritus grudgingly comply. As Hiritus' longsword and Fendric's light flail join the rest of the weapons on Jake, Fendric looks over at the archer.
Fendric walks over to Vespers again, as Hiritus watches, and reaching into his saddlebag, pulls out... the Princess' letter. Holding it up in plain sight of the archer, he calls to him in his best elven, "A message for the Princess of the Glades. If we can deliver this, we will be on our way, and will trouble you no more."
Hiritus perks up at Aerda's comment. "Fendric, the halfling village, there was one other who travelled with us for a while..." He snaps his fingers, trying to remember.
"Xiao??"
Hiritus smiles, and points to Fendric in confirmation. Fendric immediately wheels around to speak to the archer again:
"If you do not speak of Xiao, Master Elf, then we know not of whom you are speaking. Although for him also to comply with your 'request', if I remember correctly, you would have to amputate his hands and feet, which I do not suppose would make him of much use to us or anyone else."
Fendric walks over to Vespers again, as Hiritus watches, and reaching into his saddlebag, pulls out... the Princess' letter. Holding it up in plain sight of the archer, he calls to him in his best elven, "A message for the Princess of the Glades. If we can deliver this, we will be on our way, and will trouble you no more."
Hiritus perks up at Aerda's comment. "Fendric, the halfling village, there was one other who travelled with us for a while..." He snaps his fingers, trying to remember.
"Xiao??"
Hiritus smiles, and points to Fendric in confirmation. Fendric immediately wheels around to speak to the archer again:
"If you do not speak of Xiao, Master Elf, then we know not of whom you are speaking. Although for him also to comply with your 'request', if I remember correctly, you would have to amputate his hands and feet, which I do not suppose would make him of much use to us or anyone else."
Festy_Dog
First Post
"I'll live," Nurthk grumbles in response, though the thought of someone watching his back eases him a little.
Aerda's words build a familiar image in Nurthk's head, but when Fendric mentioned Xiao the memory came clearly.
"I remember him," he mentioned quietly to Raven, "Polite guy, didn't travel with us for long. Left about the time you joined us."
[ooc: Doghead, love the reference to GitS
]
Aerda's words build a familiar image in Nurthk's head, but when Fendric mentioned Xiao the memory came clearly.
"I remember him," he mentioned quietly to Raven, "Polite guy, didn't travel with us for long. Left about the time you joined us."
[ooc: Doghead, love the reference to GitS
]
dpdx
Explorer
Bump...
"Aw, now you made them run away!"
Hiritus' smile threatens to overwhelm his look of mock consternation, and so the joke is over almost before it begins.
Fendric replies with raised eyebrows in Hiritus' direction, which only prompts Hiritus to continue in his attempt to lighten the mood.
"This Princess of the Glades; she's probably going to be beautiful, isn't she? I mean, I have yet to see an ugly elf, so I imagine it goes without saying, but, you know, a Princess... I suppose they're forbidden to bond with humans..."
"Brother, she would be centuries older than you, at the very least. Better you find a 'companion' that won't have to live to see you turn withered and grey, while she remains young and beautiful."
"Ah. I suppose that makes sense."
"You needn't worry, I think. As soon as you join the Exalted Order, I should think the fairest damsels will be in queue at your barracks door!"
"In all honesty? I'd prefer a wife who could challenge me in competition, or keep up with me in conversation. I could respect that, I think - I wouldn't mind if she was beautiful, though, too."
Hiritus can't help but to steal a quick glance at Shavah, as if he were measuring her for betrothal.
"Ah, noble indeed, my friend! I admire your criteria. But are you equal to the task of matrimony with such a champion of humanity? You may have to take responsibility for the household tasks, not to mention the raising of young Hiritii!"
Fendric's smiling sincerity is the only indication to Hiritus that the subject of the joke has been shifted. Justice makes her opinion known by snorting.
Together they walk along.
"Aw, now you made them run away!"
Hiritus' smile threatens to overwhelm his look of mock consternation, and so the joke is over almost before it begins.
Fendric replies with raised eyebrows in Hiritus' direction, which only prompts Hiritus to continue in his attempt to lighten the mood.
"This Princess of the Glades; she's probably going to be beautiful, isn't she? I mean, I have yet to see an ugly elf, so I imagine it goes without saying, but, you know, a Princess... I suppose they're forbidden to bond with humans..."
"Brother, she would be centuries older than you, at the very least. Better you find a 'companion' that won't have to live to see you turn withered and grey, while she remains young and beautiful."
"Ah. I suppose that makes sense."
"You needn't worry, I think. As soon as you join the Exalted Order, I should think the fairest damsels will be in queue at your barracks door!"
"In all honesty? I'd prefer a wife who could challenge me in competition, or keep up with me in conversation. I could respect that, I think - I wouldn't mind if she was beautiful, though, too."
Hiritus can't help but to steal a quick glance at Shavah, as if he were measuring her for betrothal.
"Ah, noble indeed, my friend! I admire your criteria. But are you equal to the task of matrimony with such a champion of humanity? You may have to take responsibility for the household tasks, not to mention the raising of young Hiritii!"
Fendric's smiling sincerity is the only indication to Hiritus that the subject of the joke has been shifted. Justice makes her opinion known by snorting.
Together they walk along.
Guilt Puppy
First Post
After a careful looking-over to make sure all weapons have made it to the mule, the elf nods slightly to Aerda, then addresses the group. He speaks in Elvish; Aerda translates.
"Stay close together: Do not walk farther than thirty paces from the body of your group, unless you must. If you must, notify me promptly. I will walk ahead of the group, with the mule."
He waits a moment for sign of objection or agreement to this arrangement, and (assuming he finds only the latter) then with little expression turns his back on the group, taking the mule and leading it forward.
...
It is deep into night by the time you arrive at your destination; by moonlight it is hard to see much of the elves' affairs, although by your snaking route it seems you must have been lead through the quietest parts of Sesphar, where your presence would pose the least interruption. The architectural features were sparse at first, smaller structures spread out across open wildlands. There are no conventional roads to travel upon, and indeed even the buildings employ natural features -- trees, brush, terrain -- as essential components of their design. It does not, however, feel remotely tribal or camp-like: These are by no means tents and huts, but real constructions of home and business every bit as firm and finished as those which line the storied white streets of High Bethel.
(will conclude post later, oops)
"Stay close together: Do not walk farther than thirty paces from the body of your group, unless you must. If you must, notify me promptly. I will walk ahead of the group, with the mule."
He waits a moment for sign of objection or agreement to this arrangement, and (assuming he finds only the latter) then with little expression turns his back on the group, taking the mule and leading it forward.
...
It is deep into night by the time you arrive at your destination; by moonlight it is hard to see much of the elves' affairs, although by your snaking route it seems you must have been lead through the quietest parts of Sesphar, where your presence would pose the least interruption. The architectural features were sparse at first, smaller structures spread out across open wildlands. There are no conventional roads to travel upon, and indeed even the buildings employ natural features -- trees, brush, terrain -- as essential components of their design. It does not, however, feel remotely tribal or camp-like: These are by no means tents and huts, but real constructions of home and business every bit as firm and finished as those which line the storied white streets of High Bethel.
(will conclude post later, oops)
dpdx
Explorer
"Yes, mustn't impinge upon the idyllic existence of the villagers, lest it force them to think for themselves... Torm's Eyebrows, I must count myself fortunate enough that I was left on the doorstep of the Temple as a baby, for my chances of growing up so cloistered as this would be one in two, or worse. And can we just get on with it!"
Fendric's grumbling brings a chuckle to Hiritus. "We'll get this done, and be on our way. But you never told me before; you never knew your parents?"
Fendric returns the smile. "And does this give you insight into me that you otherwise would not have? Yes, it is true. I am elven by half, I know not which half, a foundling at infancy, raised entirely by the Temple, which by now may be a smouldering ruin with no survivors, and my one of my first employments was to wash and mend Sunshine over there, the very one, after he had beaten some other man to a pulp.
For sport.
There it is, Brother, my life story - I shall compose my memoirs on a pamphlet, forthwith!"
Hiritus looks at him, confused and a little bit taken aback.
"Worry not, Brother, I say this not because I regret my own circumstance, but because at this moment, I see people to whom I may possibly be related, and it shames me that they should be so insular and regimented. I wish, then, as you said, to 'get this done' and then leave. Nothing more. Come to think of it, I should hope that if my parent was of this tribe, he or she was cast out for daring to live better than a golem..."
Hiritus reaches over to pat Fendric on the shoulder, and they continue to ride along.
Fendric's grumbling brings a chuckle to Hiritus. "We'll get this done, and be on our way. But you never told me before; you never knew your parents?"
Fendric returns the smile. "And does this give you insight into me that you otherwise would not have? Yes, it is true. I am elven by half, I know not which half, a foundling at infancy, raised entirely by the Temple, which by now may be a smouldering ruin with no survivors, and my one of my first employments was to wash and mend Sunshine over there, the very one, after he had beaten some other man to a pulp.
For sport.
There it is, Brother, my life story - I shall compose my memoirs on a pamphlet, forthwith!"
Hiritus looks at him, confused and a little bit taken aback.
"Worry not, Brother, I say this not because I regret my own circumstance, but because at this moment, I see people to whom I may possibly be related, and it shames me that they should be so insular and regimented. I wish, then, as you said, to 'get this done' and then leave. Nothing more. Come to think of it, I should hope that if my parent was of this tribe, he or she was cast out for daring to live better than a golem..."
Hiritus reaches over to pat Fendric on the shoulder, and they continue to ride along.
Festy_Dog
First Post
Nurthk can't help a smirk under the broad brim of his hat. He found it amusing that the half-elf he hadn't been feeling too fond of lately had a dislike for the bunch of elves they were currently in the... hospitality of. The talk of concluding business quickly and then getting out was music to the uncomfortable half-orc's ears, and he strode along in a slightly better mood than he was in before.
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