Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch


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"Am I mistaken? I believed it was said that we would be leaving now. If we are going to sit around, I should much prefer do to thus in a bed at the local inn." The sea elf scowls as he watches everyone mill about preparing to leave.

OOC: Just getting antsy for the next stage :D
 

Derrik gives a half-hearted huff, the domineering explosiveness of the priest getting on his nerves. He returns to his wagon, taking up the reigns, he looks around to make sure everyone is ready and without a word snaps the vehicle into motion.
 

Skarsus is already up the street (Though still in view of the others) waiting for the others and trying to decide the best course to take for the journey onward.
 

(Ok All I am Back, a Thousand Apologies, my mother, who I now believe to be one in the same as the Dark One adopted a third bloody child and I have been busy as hell. But I am back, So Hoorah)

As the party of heroes saddles up, Skarsus gives a nod to Derrik and brings his steed to speed, heading towards the Barracks located in his Homeland. Riding at comfortable speed, the 5 warriors laugh and take some rest time as they head towards Mier.

About 3 days later, Due to storms and a rather annoying goblin carpenter, Skarsus brings Palenthia to a halt, standing her up on two legs as he looks from atop a hill downwards at a Small walled area, with a few buildings in the center. About 30 soldiers, very large, sit around a campfire, one standing, clad in Heavy Platemail, saying a prayer.

"Gentlemen, welcome to my homeland, and our Destination, Mier. More specificlly, the Barracks of Freefaller, home to the 23rd Devastators"
 


Looking down on the soldiers gathered at their campfire, Ackalon states Well, from the looks of it, we'll be havin' our dinner served up with prayer..
 


Thromgril's blissful sleep was shattered with a "Huzzah...." Grumpy and bleary eyed, he awakens from the back of the cart where he was resting. What manner of gayety is this?, he wonders, angered at being awoken. He then looks around, comes to his senses, and remembers that he is travelling with Elves.

Looking around, he sees what would only be their destination, and the praying men in the barracks. He yawns and says, "Well, that big one in the armor. That mus' be Cristen, or at least he knows where he is. Well...what are ye waitin' fer, lad? He ain't gonna come to you!" Thromgril scratches himself and looks around for a likely spot to relieve himself.
 

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