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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 2825482" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #337] Entirely the Wrong foot[/PLAIN]The bound man next to Shamalin was totally caught unawares, and nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of her piercing scream. She choked off her cry and stared, open-mouthed at the rider. Her mind seemed to be spiraling inward as she struggled to understand what she was seeing. "It has his face," was all she managed to whisper repeatedly, causing her captive's eyes to bulge out even more."Halt rider! You've wandered into a powder keg here on this road," Morier snarled stalking forward with Ravager held ready at his side. "Give me a reason that my companions and I should not dispatch you as we were about to do with this band of common thieves?"In response to the albino's approach, the man's warhorse began prancing back and forth, snorting eager clouds of steam. Its hooves stabbed at the ground menacingly."Stand down sirs! What has happened here?" the rider commanded, his eyes flashing emerald-bright. He drew a morningstar from his side and it glowed like a firebrand in his fist. "Stay your weapons! Who speaks for you?""I'm feeling generous enough to give you a piece of advice rider, wanted or not... Explain yourself quickly, or turn your weapon on the dwarf or myself," Morier offered as he continued forward with a sardonic grin, "for if the angry pixie gets her hands on you... well, now THAT would be embarassing to try to explain to your next of kin while they tried to identify whatever was left of you after she gets through.""Let us take a moment and breathe there, warrior," the rider urged, his voice flinty. He turned his mount crossways on the path, interposing his glowing morningstar between himself and the eldritch warrior. "It may appear you have the upper hand here, and if I were you, I would present myself in the same manner. What you need to know is that I do not travel alone. But even if I did, a party of wounded mercenaries might present a challenge... might.... But you will certainly not have me babbling along and answering your every demand!""Now I ask you again: what has happened here?" he demanded, his handsome features set in a grim mask. He nodded toward Feln's body. "Who killed that... thing... in the road?""Identify yourself now, rider!!" Morier bellowed in response. He was close enough now to charge and his body posture telegraphed that intent. He glanced back briefly to get a measure of Karak's preparedness. The dwarf was moving forward, his omnipresent axe clamped in his fist.The rider adjusted himself to receive Morier's attack, his warhorse rearing up angrily on two legs while he pointed his bright morningstar at the albino. "I give you one last chance, sir! Stand down!" The man's eyes flashed with righteous fury and Morier felt his resolve crumbling beneath that withering gaze despite himself. "I have no wish to slay you, warrior. But if you wish to visit Purgatoriaum this day you will find me well-equipped to hasten your journey!"Morier hesitated, delaying his attack, which was long enough for Karak to approach and forestall the melee. "Hold there, Dark One," the dwarf shouted as he came up. "If'n you be the leader or those rotten lads back at the manor house, let me be the first to tell ye, that we slew them all. And we recovered the Cleric there and you might recognize the armour to prove it." Karak cocked a thumb over his shoulder toward Shamalin. The rider took his eyes momentarily off Morier and his gaze locked with the half-elf's just long enough to force the cleric to look away in horror."If'n you thinkin' you are here to take her back, well I suggest you be thinkin' o' somethin' else," the dwarf added, thumping his axe against his breastplate. "Of course, I do admit that a leader of your stature among the Rot Queen's own would nae be ridin' aroun' the countryside all by his lonesome." At the mention of Aphyx, Karak spat into the dirt."I don't know of any manor house, and I am not presently looking for the services of a cleric," the rider said, addressing the dwarf, but keeping his eyes on the albino who still had his sword drawn and ready. "Thank you, though." Karak harrumphed."So that, along with you not recognizin' the cleric's plate mail leads me to think that you be someone else," the dwarf said and planted his axe between his iron-shod feet. "Who be you then? And why do you so suddenly appear after this ambush gone awry?"</blockquote>

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