Off to War [IC]

[HolyMan]

Fallon looks a little confused at the young mans quick answers.

"Here, here have some of this. But what do you mean you need to leave in the morning? Where are, are you going? And what is all that about dead Reygurians and talk of treason? I swear you bring, bring me more questions than what I started the day with."

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth sighs as he takes the offered whatever-it-is. "You're not the only one. Like I said, a Reygurian was found in the Treylor command tent, apparently poisoned by his own hand, rather than be captured. And as for me, I head into elven lands. And so do some of the others. Need to find a man I know, by the name of Tharivol. My bastard half-sister knows a way to get to him, and I'm going to try to get him released. But I need supplies, rest, then a quick exit. I need to be there before the moon changes..."

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Can't remember if it was new moon or full moon, or even something else... Just the moon.
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[HolyMan]

"Elves?? There is, is trouble with elves here. You need not, not go looking for it in lands you aren't allowed in." Fallon says taking a small kettle of water and replacing the pot of stew with the tea kettle on the fire hook.

"We have, have lost a patrol due to escaped Treylor hiding in the forest. And I fear that they will not be the only ones," he says sadly digging out two cups from his supplies then searches for some herbs to add to the kettle.

He looks over Jareth's ragged apperance and then says in honestly, "Wait, wait you want to find Tharivol? He isn't at Harkon? He isn't at home?" he asks surprised.

[sblock=OOC] Don't remember excats either but I know I gave you a few weeks to get there. [/sblock]

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth rolls his eyes. "Yes and no. I have a good idea of where he is, so it's not so much a matter of finding him. More a matter of getting to him. Now... You know something about my skills, Fallon? Battlemage, duskblade, Bon'Dradi are all names for what I'm trained in doing. Tharivol is the person who trained me, and he's on trial for it, facing execution. And that's why I need to get to him, and quickly."

 

[HolyMan]

[sblock=OOC] Going to fast foward through some of this I have finally figured out what to do here. [/sblock]

Fallon shakes his head a little and mutters, "More questions, more questions indeed."

He starts to ask more questions but notices Jareth barely able to keep his eyes open. "Off to, to bed with you now. I think in the morning we can talk some more and get at least a few answers. But first, first." the old man says going to a nearby chest. Fishing around he pulls forth a small mace. "Sleep with, with this neaby just in case."

The next morning.... um afternoon actually.

Jareth wakes to find the sun high and bright in the spring sky. Clouds move by and it was only by luck that they had finally chosen now to let the sun wake him. He knows he is extremely late for his meeting with Tira and looking about Fallon is nowhere to be seen. Gathering his stuff he grabs a bowl of last nights stew from the cold pot.

As he hurriedly eats he hears a cry from far behind him. "Jareth! Jareth ah good your up, up and ready," Fallon says rushing up to him. "I'm going, going to need your help."

 

[Dragonwriter]

With a groan and a stream of low Draconic curses, Jareth glowers around the area, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. He blinks a few times as Fallon calls out to him, runs a hand through his unruly hair. The young man shakes his head sharply, "You need my help? I was supposed to be gone hours ago! Why in the Hells did you not wake me?" he almost shouts. Shaking with anger (and grogginess), he strides quickly to Fallon and grits out, "If you need my help, I need your help to get me where I need to be, and damned quickly. Remember, Fallon, I'm trying to save a man's life and can't afford to waste time!"

 

[HolyMan]

Stricken Fallon steps back from Jareth and says, "And I, I am trying to save the lives of a whole patrol of men. They are in the hands of, of the Treylor."

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth swears again in the ancient tongue. He shakes his head and takes another deep breath, pulling a hand down his features. He looks over his shoulder, back at the elven forest. Back at where he should be. Back at his mentor and Tharivol's seeming fate. Wrenching his gaze back to Fallon, he grits out, "Fine. Lead the way. Then I leave. With whatever you can give me to speed my progress."

 

[HolyMan]

"Good, good I just need to grab a few things here." Fallon says digging into a chest as Jareth waits impatiently.

Once the man has filled a small backpack he hefts it and says, "Follow me, follow me this way."

 

[HolyMan]

After Jareth's return the young man set out again in search of his mentor. Fallon stayed with the irregulars.

Fallon spent the next week trying to keep track of what Jareth was up to but the young lord had "disappeared" according to all reports.

"Ah well could, could be he found his way to Tharivol after all." Fallon says to the donkey idly chewing at leather straps that are lying around.

He stares reflectively in to the fire and remembers years ago when he himself was an adventurer traveling the world to right wrongs and...

@$#! the sound of cursing breaks Fallon from his reserve as he looks up to see a young man with red hair coming his way. "No, no it's not Jareth." he comments. "Though he sure speaks like him."

The young man seeming not to see Fallon seated at the fire plops down not a yard away tossing his shield and trident into the dirt before joining them.

"Interesting weapon you, you have there." Fallon says to the young man. "Are you from Oriqueth?" he asks with a broad grin.

[sblock=Oriqueth] An undersea kingdom of merfolk I made up about two minutes ago so I say the answer would be no. Welcome to the game.[/sblock]