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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 3710417" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #406a] Origins I[/PLAIN]"Aye, lad," Karak said as he nodded and stomped off to his backpack. Ayremac got up to join him and after a moment's consideration, so did Huzair."Drinking is not going to go over well," the wizard hissed, glancing meaningfully at their newest traveling companion. "I am not always one to think things out, but since I got tossed from town for scrapping with Whitey, I am pretty sure that getting loaded with that elven honey around ain't going to fly." Karak harrumphed."This nae be Hofralix's city," the dwarf said, producing the Goblet of Life from his pack. He polished the chalice on his sleeve and then handed it to Ayremac. "Fill 'er with water and say the word and it brims with whate'er you need or want." Huzair shook his head."Fine. But do not say I did not warn you," he told the two. As Ayremac filled the cup with water from his skin, Huzair glanced again at the elf maid. She seemed unaware of the conversation the three of them were having; her eyes fixed thoughtfully on the fire. "Maybe I can soften her up with some of my charms. I have been known to have a certain way with the ladies." Karak harrumphed again, his eyes rolling in his head as Huzair walked away. "So, how are you doing?" the wizard asked as he sidled up to Anania and sat down beside her. The elf blinked at him blandly and slid over enough so that the whole of Huzair's thigh was no longer pressed against her own."I am well, thank you," she said. "I trust that you are as well?" Huzair grinned."I am just great!" the wizard beamed. "Sitting beside a lovely lady such as yourself? How could I be otherwise?" Anania smiled wanly."You flatter me," she said simply. "Among my own people my appearance is merely average." Huzair reached into his Haversack and produced cigars."In your present company, you stand out like a flower amongst troll dung," Huzair smiled at her, bringing a cigar to his lips ands she smiled back. Karak stamped over then, his eyes fixed on the elf."I will be blunt lass, your Lord Horfralix gave us good company and provided us with the chance to buy wares. For that 'e has my thanks. But we did pay for 'em," he said, his voice just short of its normal full bellow. "I do nae consider meself to be in 'is pocket, nor do my companions. Things seemed a little too 'in order' in yer village there, if'n you get my meanin'. But I have never been no one's lap lizard an' I won' be yours nor your Lord's. Jus'n so we are clear.""We are," Anania said. "I have no interest in bending you to serve me." Karak narrowed his eyes as he stared at her."So why then did your Lord send you with us?" he asked and the conversation around the campfire quieted at once. All eyes turned expectantly to Anania Caelrath and the elf looked back at each of them in turn."I am an agent for Lord Hofralix and nothing more," she told him. "The Sovereign desires the elimination of The Dominion of Flesh Reborn and he wishes you and me to accomplish this for him." She smiled sardonically then, fixing her eye on Karak and adding, "So it seems that despite your protests to the contrary you too are a catspaw in all this."Huzair exhaled a puff of smoke in Karak's face and chuckled, "She's got you there, dwarf." Karak scowled."I was chosen because my skills fill a perceived void within your own group. And I harbor no love for the twisted mockeries of the natural order that serve as foot soldiers to the Dominion of Flesh Reborn," Anania went on. "As I said before, I have no interest in subverting you or your purpose. Were that my Lord's intent he would have sent someone amongst you possessed of greater wit and guile. I, however, appreciate bluntness and will strive to be as forthright with you as I am able.""I will keep nothing from you. If there is something about me that you wish to know, you need but ask," the elf said finally, directing her words to the group as a whole. "I hope that you will extend to me the same courtesy."Shamalin eyed the new elf warily through the fire. She might have turned down Karak's Goblet of Life on account of this stranger, but it had been an extremely long week. And the liquid was warm in her throat and chest. So, instead, she welcomed the cup as it made its way around the circle. While The Order had always suffered from a steady amount of bickering, suddenly the dynamics had been altered. And Shamalin was forced to acknowledge the tinge of regret she was feeling. She yearned for the comfort and familiarity that was once their small troop - however dysfunctional. The fact was, she did care for this party - in spite of her effort to keep them all at arms' length. She glanced from one to the next. Karak, single-minded with his passion. Huzair, already having positioned himself next to Anania by the fire. Morier - always so serious. But perhaps a bit less sullen tonight, Shamalin noticed, as he too drank from the goblet. Ixin, relishing her newfound ability to communicate. And, of course, Ayremac. Different now, and yet so much as she remembered him.It was a vulnerable feeling, to find oneself caring. Shamalin's hand twisted the fine chain around her neck where six rings flecked with obsidian were hidden. Not a good strategy, she chided herself, Ixin's words echoing in her head. And she drank again."No more secrets." Morier's voice cut suddenly through the campsite, snatching Shamalin's thoughts away from the past. "If we're going to fight alongside one another and put our lives in each other's hands, we should know the people who's hands our lives are in... I mean really know."--------------------OOC- Some origin stories prompted strictly by the players, so how could I argue?</blockquote>

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