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<blockquote data-quote="sniffles" data-source="post: 3968955" data-attributes="member: 30035"><p><strong>Freedom</strong></p><p></p><p>Liadan murmured a short prayer to Lathander and a wave of soothing energy passed over us, closing some of Ruathar’s wounds. We were surrounded by a crowd of locals who had swarmed to Nekaya-Re when she offered coin for their aid. The crowd pressed closer when they felt the effect of Lathander’s blessing.</p><p></p><p>From the enchanted ring I heard Baran’s voice warn, “Up on the roof near Nekaya, there’s someone who looks out of place.” </p><p></p><p>A moment later he shouted, “Assassin!” A tiny glowing ember fell to the ground and blossomed into a burst of flames that engulfed the area where we stood. “If you value your lives get out of here!” Nekaya-Re cried. With screams of fear and pain, the crowd began to flee, leaving behind only those who had been burned. “Lathander’s embrace enfolds us all,” intoned Liadan, and once more I experienced the Morninglord’s healing mercy. </p><p></p><p> “We need to get away from this place,” I said to Ruathar. “We should leave. We will take you to safety.”</p><p></p><p>He replied,”If those were my captors then I would not run now that I am armed.” I drew one of my shortswords and extended it to him, for he was armed only with a dagger and it appeared that we would not be able to depart without a struggle.</p><p>[sblock]</p><p>Devo: “He pulls out a brass whistle and starts blowing, but you don’t hear anything.”</p><p>Jubilee: “Does Pakkin start barking?”</p><p>[/sblock]</p><p>Baran smashed his hammer into the rude building on which his foe stood and it crumbled like crushed crockery. But the man somehow failed to lose his balance and remained on his feet, gliding on the rubble with surprising grace.</p><p></p><p>A piercing whistle sounded. With it came more adversaries. They appeared amid cold blue flames that burned our flesh when we struck them with our weapons. They struck back at us with heavy red clubs designed to crush bone. </p><p></p><p>Nekay-Re wreathed us in an aura of protective energy and hurled a shortspear. “This blue fire hurts!” she exclaimed. Liadan began to glow with Lathander’s radiant light. </p><p></p><p>“If you want to play, let’s play,” Baran growled. He smashed his opponent’s club. Inspired by his example, I used my swords to relieve one man of his weapons. “Leave and live to fight another day,” I said to him. But he put up his fists as if meaning to fight me with his bare hands.</p><p></p><p>Ruathar hissed with fury at a tall dwarf who appeared among our foes. “For all the dishonor you have heaped upon me, Jorek, you will die,” he snarled. He slashed the dwarf several times, disregarding the blue flames that burned him with intense cold each time.</p><p></p><p>While Ruathar grappled with Jorek the dwarf, I let my opponent feel the flat of my blades. I struck harder than I meant to, perhaps in righteous indignation at how Ruathar had been mistreated. When my hapless foe collapsed, I said to Baran, “Are you able to manage these two?” for he now faced two of Kord's adherents. He smiled coldly at me, assuring me that they were no challenge.</p><p></p><p>Stepping past my fallen enemy, I turned to watch as Ruathar struggled with the dwarf. But I did not intercede, feeling that Ruathar desired to defeat Jorek without my aid. </p><p></p><p>Ruathar cried out a curse, and then Jorek pinned him, preventing him from speaking further. Seeing that he was unable to overcome the dwarf, I plunged <em>Sulian’s </em>blade into the dwarf’s flesh, heedless of the cold fire that wreathed him. His movements grew feebler, but fearing some subterfuge I pierced him once again. When he fell still I bent to pull him away from Ruathar.</p><p></p><p>Once freed from Jorek’s grasp, Ruathar thrust forward with his knife, plunging it into the dwarf’s breast with an expression of fearful rage. As he struck he uttered a terrible curse, damning the dwarf’s soul to eternal torment. I flinched from the hatred I read in his eyes.</p><p></p><p>On seeing Jorek’s demise, some of the other slavers began to withdraw. But one fired an arrow that struck me, though it did me little hurt. One of the men called out, “Jorek is down. The elf is free.” Another piercing whistle sounded such as we had heard when they arrived. The remainder of Kord’s adherents then disappeared into the winding alleys of the poor quarter.</p><p></p><p>I laid a hand on Ruathar’s arm and murmured, “Corellon be with you.” Corellon’s healing power is not strong in me, but I was glad for what little I could do. Ruathar gave me a grateful glance, then turned to the spot where the dwarf’s body lay and spat at it. </p><p>[sblock]</p><p>Zora: “Rock does 88 points of subdual damage.”</p><p>Sniffles: “Wow! I think you subdued someone about 3 blocks away.”</p><p>[/sblock]</p><p>“I think we should leave,” said Nekaya-Re. I agreed. “Yes, we should return to Madu’s mansion,” I replied. But we hesitated a moment while Liadan and Nekaya-Re extended the mercies of their gods to cure some of our wounds.</p><p></p><p>As we made our way back to the stable where we had left our mounts, the local residents quickly took cover in fear, a sad sight to my eyes. But we did not linger to allay their fear. The servant who had guided us said to us, “There is a safe haven where we can take refuge.” When Nekaya-Re asked if we might bring the horses, the servant replied that they should make us more noticeable. </p><p></p><p>Erim and Pakkin then volunteered to go to the stable and recover the horses while the rest of our group followed the servant to the refuge. We paused for a moment in an alley to make ourselves less conspicuous, for we were all bloodied, and Nekaya-Re wore her cloak of vivid blue feathers – and of course she is always accompanied by the glowing shape of Sunshine, whom she requested to take cover in her bag.</p><p></p><p>We were conducted to a large but unremarkable building, where the servant who guided us told Ruathar that he would be safe. To this Ruathar replied in the common tongue that he was grateful for the assistance. It was the first time since we had met that he spoke in anything but the language of our people.</p><p></p><p>He then turned to me and said, “I thank you for finding me. Where did you say Erendis is? We have need of her.”</p><p></p><p>I answered him,”We do not know. But it is a place that cannot be found by magic. Attempts have been made without success.”</p><p></p><p>“She is not with our lord, is she?” he asked with concern. Recalling the words the sword Justice had spoken to me, I said no - though my heart has begun to tell me that she should be, and some fell power must prevent her from entering Arvandor. But I did not express as much to Ruathar.</p><p></p><p>He then asked if our quest was to find her, to which we explained that while we had once sought to find our missing companions, now we had begun to believe that the quest they had set out upon was greater than any of us, and that it was more essential to pursue that quest than any goal of a personal nature. </p><p></p><p>Then Ruathar said that he had other business to complete in Calimport, for he must recover his armor and sword. I explained to him that I had acquired his armor, but had been unable to recover the sword, though I knew who held it and told him the name of the man. </p><p></p><p>He then explained that he meant to recover his family’s sword. He would not accept our aid, which I would gladly have given despite my reluctance to defy the laws of this land. He swore that were he able he would join us in our quest. We told him that we meant to remain in the city only a few days longer and where he could find us while we remained.</p><p></p><p>He then said to me, “Your name is now entwined in my story. I offer my armor to you in thanks for the assistance you have given.”</p><p></p><p>“I would gladly return it to you,” I answered. “I would have returned your sword also had I known of its presence in time.” </p><p></p><p>“Then I ask that you give the armor to my son when you return to Evereska,” said Ruathar. I promised that I shall do so if it is in my power. I told him further that he should keep the sword I had offered him. Baran then offered him a second blade, one he has long carried which can hold spells within it. Ruathar thanked us graciously, but declined to accept any other items but for one of the enchanted rings that permit us to communicate with one another.</p><p>[sblock]</p><p>Hedrin: “Liadan checks out his wounds.”</p><p>Jubilee: “Liadan’s totally checking him out.”</p><p>[/sblock] </p><p>He then thanked us once more for our assistance and asked for our full names, which my companions told him gravely. Then we parted ways, my friends and I returning to Madu’s residence to tell him what had transpired. </p><p></p><p>Madu was no longer at his residence when we returned. He had already received notice that Ruathar had been freed. His servants politely invited us to await his return, but we did not wish to impose upon his hospitality. </p><p></p><p>Having concluded our business with Madu for the present, we returned to our lodgings. Nekaya-Re went once again to the temple of Elishar, while I accompanied Liadan to purchase the horse she had chosen. </p><p></p><p>I have sought out a charitable organization that benefits the poor quarter where we met Ruathar, and given them coin to aid in caring for those who were hurt or killed during our visit. It is the least I can do when our presence caused them so much grief and fear. </p><p></p><p>I regret that there are no temples here of the Seldarine. I feel a melancholy stealing over me and would welcome the presence of other Tel’Quessir with whom to converse. Of late Liadan and Baran have been sending their thoughts far afield to commune with their loved ones. Even should Corellon have granted me such an ability, I would have no one with whom to speak, for I have spent so much of my life in the company only of horses, and even such gods-given power could not permit me to speak with my beloved.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="sniffles, post: 3968955, member: 30035"] [b]Freedom[/b] Liadan murmured a short prayer to Lathander and a wave of soothing energy passed over us, closing some of Ruathar’s wounds. We were surrounded by a crowd of locals who had swarmed to Nekaya-Re when she offered coin for their aid. The crowd pressed closer when they felt the effect of Lathander’s blessing. From the enchanted ring I heard Baran’s voice warn, “Up on the roof near Nekaya, there’s someone who looks out of place.” A moment later he shouted, “Assassin!” A tiny glowing ember fell to the ground and blossomed into a burst of flames that engulfed the area where we stood. “If you value your lives get out of here!” Nekaya-Re cried. With screams of fear and pain, the crowd began to flee, leaving behind only those who had been burned. “Lathander’s embrace enfolds us all,” intoned Liadan, and once more I experienced the Morninglord’s healing mercy. “We need to get away from this place,” I said to Ruathar. “We should leave. We will take you to safety.” He replied,”If those were my captors then I would not run now that I am armed.” I drew one of my shortswords and extended it to him, for he was armed only with a dagger and it appeared that we would not be able to depart without a struggle. [sblock] Devo: “He pulls out a brass whistle and starts blowing, but you don’t hear anything.” Jubilee: “Does Pakkin start barking?” [/sblock] Baran smashed his hammer into the rude building on which his foe stood and it crumbled like crushed crockery. But the man somehow failed to lose his balance and remained on his feet, gliding on the rubble with surprising grace. A piercing whistle sounded. With it came more adversaries. They appeared amid cold blue flames that burned our flesh when we struck them with our weapons. They struck back at us with heavy red clubs designed to crush bone. Nekay-Re wreathed us in an aura of protective energy and hurled a shortspear. “This blue fire hurts!” she exclaimed. Liadan began to glow with Lathander’s radiant light. “If you want to play, let’s play,” Baran growled. He smashed his opponent’s club. Inspired by his example, I used my swords to relieve one man of his weapons. “Leave and live to fight another day,” I said to him. But he put up his fists as if meaning to fight me with his bare hands. Ruathar hissed with fury at a tall dwarf who appeared among our foes. “For all the dishonor you have heaped upon me, Jorek, you will die,” he snarled. He slashed the dwarf several times, disregarding the blue flames that burned him with intense cold each time. While Ruathar grappled with Jorek the dwarf, I let my opponent feel the flat of my blades. I struck harder than I meant to, perhaps in righteous indignation at how Ruathar had been mistreated. When my hapless foe collapsed, I said to Baran, “Are you able to manage these two?” for he now faced two of Kord's adherents. He smiled coldly at me, assuring me that they were no challenge. Stepping past my fallen enemy, I turned to watch as Ruathar struggled with the dwarf. But I did not intercede, feeling that Ruathar desired to defeat Jorek without my aid. Ruathar cried out a curse, and then Jorek pinned him, preventing him from speaking further. Seeing that he was unable to overcome the dwarf, I plunged [I]Sulian’s [/I]blade into the dwarf’s flesh, heedless of the cold fire that wreathed him. His movements grew feebler, but fearing some subterfuge I pierced him once again. When he fell still I bent to pull him away from Ruathar. Once freed from Jorek’s grasp, Ruathar thrust forward with his knife, plunging it into the dwarf’s breast with an expression of fearful rage. As he struck he uttered a terrible curse, damning the dwarf’s soul to eternal torment. I flinched from the hatred I read in his eyes. On seeing Jorek’s demise, some of the other slavers began to withdraw. But one fired an arrow that struck me, though it did me little hurt. One of the men called out, “Jorek is down. The elf is free.” Another piercing whistle sounded such as we had heard when they arrived. The remainder of Kord’s adherents then disappeared into the winding alleys of the poor quarter. I laid a hand on Ruathar’s arm and murmured, “Corellon be with you.” Corellon’s healing power is not strong in me, but I was glad for what little I could do. Ruathar gave me a grateful glance, then turned to the spot where the dwarf’s body lay and spat at it. [sblock] Zora: “Rock does 88 points of subdual damage.” Sniffles: “Wow! I think you subdued someone about 3 blocks away.” [/sblock] “I think we should leave,” said Nekaya-Re. I agreed. “Yes, we should return to Madu’s mansion,” I replied. But we hesitated a moment while Liadan and Nekaya-Re extended the mercies of their gods to cure some of our wounds. As we made our way back to the stable where we had left our mounts, the local residents quickly took cover in fear, a sad sight to my eyes. But we did not linger to allay their fear. The servant who had guided us said to us, “There is a safe haven where we can take refuge.” When Nekaya-Re asked if we might bring the horses, the servant replied that they should make us more noticeable. Erim and Pakkin then volunteered to go to the stable and recover the horses while the rest of our group followed the servant to the refuge. We paused for a moment in an alley to make ourselves less conspicuous, for we were all bloodied, and Nekaya-Re wore her cloak of vivid blue feathers – and of course she is always accompanied by the glowing shape of Sunshine, whom she requested to take cover in her bag. We were conducted to a large but unremarkable building, where the servant who guided us told Ruathar that he would be safe. To this Ruathar replied in the common tongue that he was grateful for the assistance. It was the first time since we had met that he spoke in anything but the language of our people. He then turned to me and said, “I thank you for finding me. Where did you say Erendis is? We have need of her.” I answered him,”We do not know. But it is a place that cannot be found by magic. Attempts have been made without success.” “She is not with our lord, is she?” he asked with concern. Recalling the words the sword Justice had spoken to me, I said no - though my heart has begun to tell me that she should be, and some fell power must prevent her from entering Arvandor. But I did not express as much to Ruathar. He then asked if our quest was to find her, to which we explained that while we had once sought to find our missing companions, now we had begun to believe that the quest they had set out upon was greater than any of us, and that it was more essential to pursue that quest than any goal of a personal nature. Then Ruathar said that he had other business to complete in Calimport, for he must recover his armor and sword. I explained to him that I had acquired his armor, but had been unable to recover the sword, though I knew who held it and told him the name of the man. He then explained that he meant to recover his family’s sword. He would not accept our aid, which I would gladly have given despite my reluctance to defy the laws of this land. He swore that were he able he would join us in our quest. We told him that we meant to remain in the city only a few days longer and where he could find us while we remained. He then said to me, “Your name is now entwined in my story. I offer my armor to you in thanks for the assistance you have given.” “I would gladly return it to you,” I answered. “I would have returned your sword also had I known of its presence in time.” “Then I ask that you give the armor to my son when you return to Evereska,” said Ruathar. I promised that I shall do so if it is in my power. I told him further that he should keep the sword I had offered him. Baran then offered him a second blade, one he has long carried which can hold spells within it. Ruathar thanked us graciously, but declined to accept any other items but for one of the enchanted rings that permit us to communicate with one another. [sblock] Hedrin: “Liadan checks out his wounds.” Jubilee: “Liadan’s totally checking him out.” [/sblock] He then thanked us once more for our assistance and asked for our full names, which my companions told him gravely. Then we parted ways, my friends and I returning to Madu’s residence to tell him what had transpired. Madu was no longer at his residence when we returned. He had already received notice that Ruathar had been freed. His servants politely invited us to await his return, but we did not wish to impose upon his hospitality. Having concluded our business with Madu for the present, we returned to our lodgings. Nekaya-Re went once again to the temple of Elishar, while I accompanied Liadan to purchase the horse she had chosen. I have sought out a charitable organization that benefits the poor quarter where we met Ruathar, and given them coin to aid in caring for those who were hurt or killed during our visit. It is the least I can do when our presence caused them so much grief and fear. I regret that there are no temples here of the Seldarine. I feel a melancholy stealing over me and would welcome the presence of other Tel’Quessir with whom to converse. Of late Liadan and Baran have been sending their thoughts far afield to commune with their loved ones. Even should Corellon have granted me such an ability, I would have no one with whom to speak, for I have spent so much of my life in the company only of horses, and even such gods-given power could not permit me to speak with my beloved. [/QUOTE]
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