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Message: <blockquote data-quote="howandwhy99" data-source="post: 2533419" data-attributes="member: 3192">Darius was already awake from the scream and looking around.  Dram woke up too and lit a torch.  Both remembered the attack on the Keep.  Then Darius noticed all of the team’s supplies had been neatly piled in the front room.  Dram started waking the others and realized Cyrus was missing.  “My armor is missing!” yelled out Darius.  He picked up his hammer and ran to the front door.  Outside a crowd was dispersing pulling coats over their heads to protect from the rain.  Darius spied the body of a nude dwarf lying in a puddle.  It was all tied up.  Carrying the wet Cyrus back inside, he untied him and slapped him awake demanding to know what happened. “OOHH… me noggin’!”  Cyrus held his head in his hands.  He looked to have been given a serious thrashing.  “Where ‘re me clothes?” he asked.  “You can have clothes when you explain yourself, now talk!” shouted Darius.“But… a dwarf can’t go without pants!” “Talk!” said Darius cutting him off. “Where’s my armor?”“Okay, okay.  I was mindin’ me own business when I saw sneak in here a group of foul thiefs.  ‘cause I had no torch lit they did’na see me.  They grabbed yer armor first.  Pro’lly ‘cause it was so shiny bright, right?  So I jumped ‘em.  I knocked two… nah three down with one punch.  The rest bolted out o’ here an’ I chased ‘em.  Out in the street tho’ they had a whole army.  I swear t’ ya I fought as bravely as any, but they got the better o’ me.  Stole me clothes right off me back! Wicked, wicked folks ‘round these parts.”It was obvious Darius did not believe him for a second.  “I’m sorry ‘bout yer armor.  Tis’ not my fault” Cyrus apologized.  It was then Kayla rushed over.  Dram had just woken her.  She ordered everyone to pack up their gear.  They were to leave immediately.  “Why?” Darius implored.  She dragged him over to the corner and started whispering everything they had to do.  The rest of the team groggily packed up their gear and loaded the horses.  None were too happy about the early rising.  By the time the rain stopped and the sun had started breaking over the horizon they were a good hour’s ride from the city walls.  Darius had marched Cyrus through the rain and city streets in the nude.  “I need pants!” Cyrus had kept calling out along the way.  “Tis not right t’ do such a thing t’ yer own lovin’ kind.”  No one else said a word, as they did not want to incur the paladin’s wrath.After another hour of travel the two worked out an agreement.  Darius took Cyrus’s plate armor for his own and he gave Cyrus a blanket, albeit a small one.  The team marched on through the rest of the morning.  Both they and the horses were still very tired.  At noon Darius finally called a halt and they set up a makeshift camp along the side of the road in a field.  Short one-person watches were set.  No one had trouble sleeping, even in the bright sun and heavy Azer heat.[DAY 84 – Moonday, Azer 16th, CY 81]Pax woke Darius.  “My turn?” asked the dwarf.  Pax simply pointed to fallen jumble past the campsite.  It was some sort of creature fallen from a horse.  Not wanting to alarm the rest of the group he let them sleep a little longer.  Darius ordered Pax to turn the little woman-thing over.  She was dressed in leaves and as thin as small as an Elf, but her skin was light blue all over.  Only her hair and eyes were a different color being a bright fiery red.  Her hair almost looked aflame.  The woman was taller than Darius, perhaps four feet in height.  She wore leather armor cut for her body and was covered in leaves and twigs.  Darius laid his hand upon her brow and called forth the power of Thor.  “Be well for you are restored.”  The creature opened its eyes. “החיצ” Darius had no idea what it just said.  “ښ ٺظ” the creature tried again.  This was a little recognizable.  It sounded like something Elian would say.  He decided to wake Kayla.  <img src="http://www.geocities.com/dbedell2002/Rose.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Kayla stared in disbelief at the creature before her.  It looked somewhat like an elf, only different.  There was an untamed wildness to the woman.  “The front... needs help...they chased me...first week of riding...horse exhausted...not eaten...” it said in Elvish.  After the creature caught its breath, Kayla continued in Elvish: “Who are you?” “I am a princess of the Fey” it responded.  “FAE?  But Fae… EAT people, don’t they?” asked Kayla.“I do not each flesh.  I am the result of the Fey Queen dallying with an Elven male.”Kayla wavered for a second. “What is your name?”“Red rose of the trellis outside my window that I look upon…” A very long flowing description continued to pour out of her.  “What may we call you simply?” tried Kayla stopping her.“Rose.”  The Elf-Fey pulled Kayla closer exposing her fangs.  “I need to seek out help!”Kayla tried to push away.  The woman was stronger than she looked.  “We can help.  It’s okay.”</blockquote>

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