The Bold Adventures of Poins--In the Woods!

[Argent Silvermage]

Devon

Devon stands watching the proceedings in wonder. He was being asked to do the impossible and said he would do it without a thought. He had obviouslly gone mad.

 

[Legend]

Liev starts rambling in answer.

"You saw the puppet show, so you know the rest, I think. By the way, you got a name?"

Finally, and amazingly without being winded, the short young man stops talking, smiling expectantly at the apparently dazed elf.

"Norani," the elf replies hesitantly. "I suppose this is what I get for wandering into strinage towers in the middle of the night... in any case, none of you seem to be trying to kill me, so I suppose I'm better off than I was."

Norani, as he calls himself, stands up and brushes himself off. He is average height for an elf, somewhere in that indeterminate age between puberty and adulthood. He is wearing leather armor, and he carries a longbow and a greatsword, although his bearing suggests that he is unused to using either. His ragged brown hair partially covers his blue eyes, which have the tired look of someone who constatntly fears for his life.

Norani takes a deep breath, calming a little. "So, what now?"

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ooc: Norani is also likely to ask who everyone else is, where he is, that sort of thing; however, we might want to do that off camera, since that would be a rehash of stuff we all know already.

 

[RillianPA]

"You 2 have been out here the longest, is there anything we need before we head out?" Marcus says pointing at Devon and Liev.

ooc: Actually Norani has been here while everyone introduced themselves, so...

 

[jkason]

"You 2 have been out here the longest, is there anything we need before we head out?" Marcus says pointing at Devon and Liev.

"You mean, other than our own army?" Liev asks incredulously. Then his eyes light up at a thought, and he turns gleefully to the Obeah.

"I know! Can we use one of the giant bats? Please?"

 

[Rhialto]

Obeah Swiftwing sighs. "You do realize we don't have many of them, do you?"

 

[Brain]

Hemaor grunts. "Sounds dangerous. I haven't heard mention of hazard pay, or even pay for that matter. Gotta make a living, you know."

 

[jkason]

Obeah Swiftwing sighs. "You do realize we don't have many of them, do you?"

"But how many bands of adventurers have you tasked with saving the whole world?" Liev cajoles.

 

[Rhialto]

"Presently, six, last time I checked," notes Aert. "We live in a world that's rather unstable, when you get down to it."

 

[jkason]

"Presently, six, last time I checked," notes Aert. "We live in a world that's rather unstable, when you get down to it."

"Oh," Liev says, dazed momentarily. He recovers in short order, however, jabbing his thumb toward Hemaor and adding his support.

"Okay, so no giant bat. But Hemaor's right. We ought to get a pile of loot for this, at least, right?"

 

[Rhialto]

Aert glances at him. "Well, consider this, my friends--during their lengthy reign over most of Tur An Tiel, the Azerai collected a great deal of treasure--much of which was left in their fortress hideaways."