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<blockquote data-quote="silentspace" data-source="post: 1254735" data-attributes="member: 14316">Adromon’s glaive sat in its own stirrup-like cup, resting against Narthail’s side.&nbsp; He had to steady it with his hand to keep it from wobbling about too much, but at least it was in easy reach.&nbsp; The glaive, combined with his psionic powers, had proven to be a formidable combination on the battlefield.&nbsp; It would be especially useful mounted on a horse, he realized, giving him reach over the horse’s head if he needed it.&nbsp; He felt ready to face the future.He was running late, having circled around the hills to avoid a large band of orcs he had seen in the distance.&nbsp; Luckily, he had managed to avoid them, and make it to the caravan stop safely.&nbsp; As he crossed the Rillathane Bridge, he saw the caravan had already stopped and set up for the night.&nbsp; There were many humans and demi-humans about, eating dinner as they kept watch.&nbsp; There were also a couple dead human bandits lying on the ground, and several more tied up and gagged.&nbsp; Amazingly, there were two centaurs, those rare, almost-mythical creatures there that almost never traveled in civilized lands, standing near a central well.&nbsp; The centaurs were surrounded by a somewhat motley crew of humans and demi-humans, sporting a wide variety of different gear.&nbsp; He saw a group of what were clearly armored caravan guards heading towards the stairs by the cliff, about to head down to the Riverfolk Brewery and Inn, which Adromon had seen from the bridge.&nbsp; He spurred his horse forward, hailing them.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="silentspace, post: 1254735, member: 14316"] Adromon’s glaive sat in its own stirrup-like cup, resting against Narthail’s side. He had to steady it with his hand to keep it from wobbling about too much, but at least it was in easy reach. The glaive, combined with his psionic powers, had proven to be a formidable combination on the battlefield. It would be especially useful mounted on a horse, he realized, giving him reach over the horse’s head if he needed it. He felt ready to face the future. He was running late, having circled around the hills to avoid a large band of orcs he had seen in the distance. Luckily, he had managed to avoid them, and make it to the caravan stop safely. As he crossed the Rillathane Bridge, he saw the caravan had already stopped and set up for the night. There were many humans and demi-humans about, eating dinner as they kept watch. There were also a couple dead human bandits lying on the ground, and several more tied up and gagged. Amazingly, there were two centaurs, those rare, almost-mythical creatures there that almost never traveled in civilized lands, standing near a central well. The centaurs were surrounded by a somewhat motley crew of humans and demi-humans, sporting a wide variety of different gear. He saw a group of what were clearly armored caravan guards heading towards the stairs by the cliff, about to head down to the Riverfolk Brewery and Inn, which Adromon had seen from the bridge. He spurred his horse forward, hailing them. [/QUOTE]

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