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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wicht" data-source="post: 1174922" data-attributes="member: 221">Tale 2 – Black WatersPart 1The horsemen stood upon the rise, if one could call a fifteen foot change in elevation a rise, and watched them approach.  The land was very flat here, just south of the great Rytarr woods.  It was a rugged land, filled with horses, buffalo, reindeer and the occasional man.  It was a land where the wind, when it blew, swept by swiftly.  Warm and swift in the summer, cold and swift in the winter.  It was a land in which a man could get lost.Or a woman.“Maybe they know where to find this village,” said Hulmar to Leesarel.  Hulmar was Leesarel’s cousin and as usual, he was very polite to her, even when he thought the situation was her fault.  “It has to be around here someplace,” muttered Durunak, the shaggy looking dwarf who was walking just a short way behind the two elves.  Leesarel tried not to let the dwarf’s surely attitude affect her.  The others looked to her as a leader, both because of her age (She was 50 years older then Hulmar and almost a hundred years older than either of the two dwarves.  She did not even bother to try and compare her age to that of Bo, their halfling archer or Minlion, her human friend.) and because this excursion had been her idea.  She did not feel comfortable as a leader, hated to take the blame for being lost and did not want to look like a failure in the eyes of anyone.  She had no idea what the job they were about to volunteer for entailed, but had hearing through her superiors of a town in need, she had pushed herself forward as a volunteer (along with her friends whom she knew to be on their way to see her.)   Nobody had mentioned, either, at the time that there were no roads leading to Darkonirr, the village in question.“Let’s ask them,” said Leesarel looking at the horsemen with her keen elvish vision, “They are Dejy, nomads who raise horses.  Really Big horses.”“I wonder how much one of their horses cost?” mused Bo.“Probably more than you have,” said Hulmar.“I wouldn’t mind a horse,” said Zurmak, Durunak’s cousin, no doubt thinking of the hundreds of miles he had walked over the past month.“What do you need a horse for,” groused Durunak in his harsh, deep chested voice, “You would never find me on a horse.  My two feet is good enough for me and it should be good enough for you.”As the six travelers approached the mounted Dejy, a group of four of the horsemen broke away from the others and rode down to meet them.  Behind the horsemen they could see a goodly sized herd of horses.  True to their reputation, the horses of the Dhrokker steppes were massive animals.“Who are you?” called the lead horseman as he drew near.“I am Zurmak,” said Zurmak, taking the initiative and answering first, “Who are you?”“We are the Bandargi, horsemen,” said the man, not bothering to give his individual name, “What are you doing on our land?”“Do you know of a place called Darkonirr?” asked Durunak.At the mention of the Fhokki village the Dejy’s face grew grim.“If you seek Darkonirr, it is ten miles due east from where you are standing.  But I warn you, those villagers are not to be trusted.”So saying the four horsemen wheeled their large mounts around and began to ride back up to their people.Leesarel felt like somehow the situation had gotten ahead of her.  She had not even managed to say a word, though she was the nominal leader.“But I wanted to ask them why the villagers were not to be trusted,” she protested to no one in particular.“I wanted to ask them how much their horses were!” complained Bo.“You don’t need horses!” growled Durunak as he turned and started heading due east.</blockquote>

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