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Dragon Force: Quest for the Clutch
Topic Started: September 25, 2011, 7:29 pm (1,984 Views)
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Ri couldn’t help but stare at the Summer Elf as she spoke. Despite being around the various elves her whole life growing up, she still couldn’t get past the attractive quality of the female’s being. She wasn’t sure how Summer would respond to being around a Star elf at first, but the warm way she was welcomed made the slightest trace of a smile spread across her shadowed face. Ri copied the woman’s action, giving her a small curtsey as well. ”I would be honored to share some of my story with you.” she found herself saying in an ever strengthening Prithvayan. She wasn’t completely sure why she was agreeing to that, she didn’t usually share her story with anyone (even Shail only knew the bare framework of her past), but for some reason, she felt that Sa’ritae would understand.

The Elf then responded to Shail’s request, something that, while it may make sense, didn’t particularly intrigue her. As the Summer Elf talked on, she could tell that the other Shadeling was being highly affected by the warmth of the other’s aura. Hearing the question, Ri nodded. ”Yeah.” she responded in Jasac. She then followed just after the man. She then heard someof his muttering, catching only bits and pieces of what he was saying. She made a mental note to ask who Veloren was at some point in time, preferrably when there wasn’t so much going on already.

Ri slinked up beside Shail just in time to hear his fractured Prithvayan. She rolled her eyes slightly, and tried not to laugh. She was always amused by his failed attempts at speaking her native language. He was learning more and more, but at the same time, it was too amusing to her. Despite the fact that she was just as horrible at Lowric.

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I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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He spoke not a word but went straight to his work of leading the Ildari through the city as quickly and as quietly as possible. It was easy for one to lose oneself in the town. Babbock had only a few hundred permanent residences but as one of the few safe havens in the otherwise wild mountain ranges of the South it had quite a bit of foot traffic. Groupings of people, while not pressed together for space, nevertheless made it somewhat difficult to navigate for the person who had just arrived. Hastily set up, one-day-only shops with traders trying to hock their excess wares, a few hungry minstrels, and shouters and callers abounded, giving the little town on the mountainside a sense of barely contained bustle. Still, it was a quiet place for all it's hubbub, and if one were to somehow step back away from the streets and the noise and look upon Babbock as from afar, they would see that it wasn't so big, that the great oaks and evergreens clothing the great mountains and the clouds drifting as if they were streams and the mountains on all side surrounding all life it seemed would make Babbock appear as it truly was: a little town on the mountainside.

Indeed, the stranger and Rafti could catch a glimpse of this grandeur as they ascended up through the switchback streets towards the mill. The mill itself was a marvel. Behind it, hedged up against the side of the great rock itself, was a waterfall with source unseen. White and blue mixing in the shades of the light of the evening's sun, the blues and purples of the slipping light cascading off of the water. A pool formed behind the mill, and at it a stream, which came down and turned the great old wheel of the mill in such a splendidly luxurious fashion. The stream itself was never seen in the town, as its path diverted off and down to the outskirts, heading off to the south for the Sea of Tears. The mill itself was brick, an old worn red. No longer functioning, it sat in the dying glow of the evening light as an elder might sit upon their porch, quietly watching the world go by.

The man turned "A simple point, really. Your clothes and weapons really are what told me. And no," the stranger said laughing, "I'm not a spy, and we've never met. But I do think it would interest you to see a live dragon." The stranger stopped and turned before the mill. "We've got a bit of a hike ahead of us, and not really much time for it. But if you need something from town, now's the time to go and get it." The stranger winked. "Last chance."
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Following this silent man was turning out to be a lot tougher than Rafti had originally anticipated. Sure the man was walking at a pace that Rafti could keep up with but the fact that he said not a word among the large ever moving crowd made it extremely tough to keep track. 'Dangerous. Blends into the crowd too well,' he thought wishing there was some kind of tracking device he could place on the man.

As they continued to walk Rafti began to become accustomed to the constant noise and after a time was completely unaware of anything except for the man walking before him. This trick had come from years spent in extremely loud cities and sleeping outside when there were the sounds of nature to deal with. Of course there were always sounds that could pull him back into reality but nothing like that was happening right now so there was nothing to be concerned about.

As they walked through the impressive town the stone work of the structures caught Rafti's attention. 'It must have taken quite some time to build each of these buildings from stones. An impressive amount of strength as well,' he thought glancing about one last time before returning attention to the man. As they passed the mill Rafti took one last chance to look over the town before returning attention to the talking man.

He was correct, Rafti stood out as someone who was a collector of dragon items and would probably be interested in meeting or seeing one. "True. These give predators a chance to weigh whether they really wish to contend with me though so it is better this way," he replied quickly.

In response to the man's next suggestion Rafti went through a list in his mind. 'Water. Small canister, easily found in wild. Food? Small amount, easily found in wild. Anything else? Not necessary,' he thought running through the list and finding his situation to be acceptable. Returning his attention to the man Rafti gave him a slight nod and replied, "I'm fine. Shall we proceed then?"
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"Come on, Brey. The last town we went into, I had parents thrusting their daughters at me for marriages, and their sons for pages. The girls were all half my age, and the boys weren't big enough to carry my sword! I'm not going through that again, Brey. It's embarrassing!"

Lord Ranin Exsin, Heir to the House of the Son, and his manservant Brey Irons, stood in a small clearing to the side of the road, a short distance from Babbock.

"I'm not going to wait on my horse while you go in and tell the innkeep that we need a room, I'm not going to look pompous and arrogant, and I'm not going to have everyone falling all over me. I just want warm food, a bath, and a soft bed."

Brey knew that it was useless arguing with Ranin, who could be as stubborn as a mule, or a dwarf, if not more than. The manservant assisted his lord as Ranin changed into a plain chain shirt. Excepting the finer quality of his gear, few would probably be able to tell that Ranin was a noble. At the least, he appeared to be a traveling knight or solider of medium rank and belonging to the Regency.

Ranin mounted his golden warhorse, Daybreaker, and rode onward to the town of Babbock. It looks fair enough, thought Ranin, gazing around him as they entered the town. Leastways the inn should offer a decent bed…

Ranin led Daybreaker up to the stable of the Prancing Friar, where he dismounted and waved away the stable boy who came forth to take his horse. Thanks to his "disguise" Ranin could care for his horse on his own, a practice that was beaten into him while in the ranks of the Sun Knights. Typically, a noble wasn't to do such things.

After caring for Daybreaker, Ranin hefted his pack and saddle bags and entered the inn. Brey went ahead and negotiated rooms for the night, while Ranin glanced around. As soon as possible, Ranin would ascend to his room to change and deposit his bags, after which he would return to the main room for dinner and drink.
Edited by Myriad, September 29, 2011, 4:00 am.
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It must have been quite the unusual sight, and no doubt the little troop stood out as they weaved through the busy crowds of Babbock. Two Shadelings, rare and mysterious on even a regular day, walked in a pairing after their quarry, seeming perhaps a little happier than one might expect the dead to appear. And leading the parade was a most wonderfully beautiful Summer Elf, who seemed to dance and sway through the crowds, quiet smile ever-present on her blushing face. If there was ever a group least likely to lose each other in the seas of people that flooded the busy little town, it would be that of these three. Shail and Ri, drastically different in height, seemed to drift and swarm like ghosts, lacking colour to their clothes, hair, and even skin; it would be difficult to lose sight of the pair. And Sa’ritae, with her dazzling features, her spinning skirt of vibrant reds and blues, and her melodic voice constantly at play, parted the crowd ahead so that she remained visible to her companions. People stared and pointed, some in awe and some in fear. But Sa’ritae only continued to prance along, towards the great Mill on the edge of town that Ernest had directed her towards.

“Fellows black and white – breathless,
Shadows of the Moon,
Kin to the Elf in the Summer dress,
As she sings her simple tune…”


The mill, which stood to the edge of town, was magnificent; Sa’ritae had marvelled quietly at it upon her arrival in Babbock. As the crowds began to thin, the mill in its entirety could be seen; each rock laced with care and stuck in place, the wheel churning through the water to work the mechanics hidden away inside. Skipping forward and twirling once, Sa’ritae quickened her dancing feet towards her destination, the excitement and anticipation of meeting with her Kin getting the best of her. Summer Elves, as might be expected, wore their hearts on their sleeves, with emotions bubbling right at the surface. As she drew closer to the mill, she grew more joyous and cheerful, swaying her arms gracefully and twirling more often. People stared, but she held no sense of embarrassment or shame; besides, they were staring in admiration. Now out of the thick forest of people, Sa’ritae spun to walk backwards for a few steps and ensure that her companions had indeed followed. “Shail. Ri” she spoke their names and looked at them each in turn, as if ticking them off on a check list. She giggled before turning back around once more.

“Sweet Kin who dwell below the ground,
What wonders bring you there?
Me-wonders what is to be found?
Shining, old or rare…”


It occurred to Sa’ritae, in a small corner of her mind, that perhaps the Autumn Elves Ernest had spoken of had beaten her to her true quarry. The reason she ventured to Babbock was to find the creature – the King – who might heal the dying earth, and save all from the curse both Shadelings that followed behind were enduring in a strange and magical way. A restoration of the balance, of life, of harmony, of love; that is what Sa’ritae truly sought. And she hoped beyond hope that the key lay in the scaled talons of perhaps the last remaining King. As she approached the mill, her pace slowed, and she realised she had neglected a particular detail: Where were the mines? She had expected, perhaps, that they would be visible from the mill, but it did not seem so. Springing forth from the mountain and spilling towards the ground was a crystal blue waterfall that sent glorious shivers down Sa’ritae’s spine. “Such beauty…” She spoke aloud to herself. The sweet spray from the water barely caressed the Summer Elf’s skin, and she wondered if her companions were still able to feel such things. But beautiful or not, it seemed the journey must come to a halt – for in truth Sa’ritae knew not where to go from the mill. “I don’t suppose either of you two know –“

“…to see a live dragon.”


Sa’ritae startled; surely her ears betrayed her. Pointed and well adjusted, Elven ears may as well have been an owl’s for the perfection of their hearing. Staring about, she zeroed in on the source of the voice that spoke of Kings. Two men, shady and shifty in appearance, stood by the mill just ahead. One was gruffer than the other, and was donned in a manner that spoke of the wild and the wilderness. The other was hooded and stern in appearance, looking perhaps even less trustworthy than the first. What on earth could such folk know of a dragon…? “We’ve got a bit of a hike ahead of us… Last chance.” The shadowy figure spoke to the man of the wilderness. Looking over her shoulder, Sa’ritae caught the eyes of Ri and Shail, flashing a quick grin before nudging her head in the direction of the two men. She winked, as if to further signal that they’d run into some luck. “I’m fine. Shall we proceed then?” The wild man replied. Sa’ritae weighed in her mind – what were the chances that this dragon they spoke of was holed up in a mine? Who could possibly restrain such a creature in this way. Still unnoticed by the pair, Sa’ritae watched as they began to move. Thinking on her feet, Sa’ritae turned back to her companions and smiled. “Looks like luck is on our side, friends!”
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"Excellent!" The man's face brightened and he looked complacently pleased. A slight pause occurred, and he it seemed as if he was suddenly put off. The grin failed a bit, and he turned his head slightly. This moment did not last, however. A second, and it was gone, replaced by the smile and the look at Rafti. "Then let us proceed on our path. Come what may." Without another word, he turned and began heading up a little path beside the wheel of the mill.

The man was certainly a determined sort, and dressed for every occasion. His red shirt was muted, his green cloak a cool evergreen, his black pants and boots covering his tracks as well as the hood of his cloak covered his head. He seemed somewhat out of it. His movements had a certain stiffness to them, as if he may have been pained in some way by an old, long forgotten childhood ailment now all but healed in every other way. He carried on along the path, winding through the mountains.

It was not a short hike, either. The man seemed to easily answer whichever question Rafti so posed. He easily surrendered his name: Denth. A simple name wrought from the same vein as many of the folk about these parts. A tradesman by his father's line, he had told Rafti he had taken to wanderings and enjoying nature more in recent times. Trade wasn't as good as it used to be. While all of this seemed fairly mundane, he had a quality about him that spoke to a greater issue. He seemed to not truly be in the moment. His eyes were set upon a ridge between the mountains, a quiet and narrow outlet still a partial day's hike away. "We'll be making camp there," Denth said. With the veil of night now casting aspersions on any real hopes of progress past that little pass, it was a reasonable place to make camp.

When they reached the crook of the ridge you could see that it led into another valley in the Loftring. This one was seemingly cordoned off on all sides by the mountains and hills. A few goat paths, much like the one Denth and Rafti now sat upon, led into it here and there through the trees and stone, but otherwise it was a fairly secluded area of the region. It looked pleasant under the starlight, the morning's clouds having burnt off through the day, now leaving the dark calm of the night to illuminate the landscape. It was a beautiful scene.

Denth began setting up camp.
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Adjust the sword on his back slightly the sudden burst from the man spooked Rafti into taking a slight step backward. Looking down at the man Rafti followed his gaze and while not seeing anything felt the tingle of a strange warmth touching his very soul. Well, his figurative soul. Maybe once he had completely absorbed his darima he could say something was touching his soul but for now it would just have to be figurative.

While the feeling of warmth was there Rafti could see nothing in the blinding setting sun and simply assumed it might possibly be the sun and his guide's enthusiasm causing the stir within him. Turning back to the man Rafti gave him an awkward and rather unnatural smile in return for his excitement. 'Come what may? Sounds like he's expecting something to happen while we travel,' he thought finding it stranger still that complete thoughts were being produced.

As they walked Rafti learned several things about the man. First, that the man was so normal it was no longer even fun to point out how normal he was. Second, that the man's name was Denth and that Denth seemed to have no problems answering Rafti's questions. Third, and final, was that Denth's fashion sense and good traveling sense meant that they would actually make it to their destination in a somewhat timely manner. 'Past the mill on the hill my infinitely beautiful soul. There's no way I would have been able to find the mine with how long we've been traveling,' he thought stopping when Denth announced they would rest here for the night.

"I'll go collect some firewood then and see if there some food around here to forage," Rafti responded quietly before tromping off a short distance picking up the dry and broken branches he came across. There wasn't much Rafti knew about the local produce but generally if it wasn't a mushroom or strangely colored it was more than likely safe to eat. Picking up some berries and a bit of vegetation Rafti made his way back to the camp Denth had set up.
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Up ahead, two men were now visible. It seemed they hadn't caught on to the presence behind them, and Shail wanted to keep it that way. Without a word, Shail's misty hand shot out and grabbed Sa'ritae firmly by the shoulder, and then he moved himself to stand in front of her. Shail's shadowy and shifting silhouette blocking the dim light that the elven woman's skin emitted. "Be quiet, and stay behind me." He said in a serious and hushed tone, letting go of the woman's shoulder. With the large man standing in front of her, and the darkness approaching, his form made better camouflage than a glowing woman in a red dress. If they wished to remain stealthy and keep their presence unknown to the party up ahead, they'd need to fall back a bit and tag along from a safe distance.

"You two need to be ready. There could be more than just those two men, so be ready." Shail had yet to be so serious in the company of Sa'ritae. The whole air he had about him before, the sadness and loneliness was gone. A dead serious stillness now lingered in the air around the group. If these people ahead knew the location of the Dragon as well, then they could be a problem. They had no reason to trust two Shadelings and an elf. They had no reason to even listen to the party. Shail was certain, from the looks of the two men, that their party's presence would not be welcomed. For now, they would follow from afar and wait for an opportunity to learn more and decide what plan was their best option.

With Shail scouting ahead in the Shadows from time to time, the group followed the two men for a long while. They traversed much ground and several terrains, and now they found themselves near the crook of a ridge on a small path barely wide enough for two people side by side to pass. Up ahead the two men had stopped, it seemed that they intended to make camp. Then, several moments later, the wilder looking man left. Cautiously, Shail backtracked aways to stay out of site, taking the group with him to keep out of sight from the men.

"Sa'ritae, Ri'lirr, Setup a camp if you wish. Do not make a fire unless you need it and you see smoke from their camp; even then, keep it small and as smokeless as you can. No wet wood or greenery." Shail gave the orders, hoping the women would understand that he was going ahead to try and learn more about the group. If they all left, they had more of a chance of startling the men and and possibly ruining the plan of using their presence at the mine as a distraction. He also didn't want to leave Sa'ritae alone. She was too new to trust. Ri'lirr, he hoped, would keep her in line enough. "I'll return when I've watched them for awhile, learned a little more about them."

Confident in his skills, Shail set off into the darkness, keeping his form misty and well blended with the shadows amongst the rocks. He watched from the shadows as the wilder man returned to the camp the other man had established. Shail quietly and without movement formed his shadow sword in his right hand and kept it at his side, his entire form melded with the darkness cast across the rocks of the area. Carefully, he approached closer, keeping silent as he moved behind a large pile of rocks that had seemingly at one point been a part of the mountain that had fractured off. From this position, he could hear the men moving about, and talking. Quietly, he peered around the rock just enough to look towards the camp only exposing one eye. There he could see the men, seemingly unaware of the shadowy figure hidden in the darkness. Shail would wait, listening and watching, ready to strike should the need arise. He needed no sleep. Had no need to breathe or move at all. In total silence and stillness, he would wait.
 
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Another night that had a smell that Saleos loved, the smell of battle. He was wondering around searching for clues of dragons but all he could find was some wreckage of a previous battle “wish I could of joined in” he spoke loudly without a care. Saleos slowly crouched down and then slowly ran his hands across the ground, feeling the dirt on his finger tips, the rocks creep in between his fingers. Picking his hand off the ground, Saleos moved it up to his nose “hmmm what’s this smell?” Saleos was wondering what he was tracking, not sure if it was human or not.

Standing back up and swinging his Ax over his left shoulder, Saleos slowly progressed through the valley. He had many thoughts run through his mind, but the only one he cared about was the thought of finally fighting a dragon, that and getting the power within his Ax to awaken. Saleos just kept on going one foot in front of another. He was walking while looking up at the sky, the only reason he was looking up at the sky cause it sometimes made it easier for him to walk with that big metal skull on his head, but that didn’t last long.

“ouch… my neck” Saleos put his head back down and slowly twisted his left shoulder and crack his neck at the same time. Then out of the corner of his eye he noticed two men, one with a green cloak on and the other one was apparently human but not a normal man as he could tell. Slammed his Ax into the ground head first as he looked at the man in a black coat, he noticed his eye’s weren’t normal nor was the blade that he had on his back “now don’t we look odd?”. Saleos snarled at the thought of this man being able to kill a dragon, but even he knows looks can be deceiving “that blade on your back, it’s made out of dragons bones. Is it not?” he spoke in a normal soft tone, trying to figure out what he just ran across. His grip tightened on his Ax and his head lowered as if he was going to charge head first.
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The journey thus far had been a monotonous one that left Žiar with a permanent scowl on her face. In wandering the lands of Aetrus, the young woman had found several whispers of possible dragon sightings, only to cast them off as mere gossip, fables that kept people distracted from their own drab existence now that free dragons were, in Žiar’s opinion, extinct. Only in the storytelling of make believe spottings could the people relive the excitement that had once come with the wars of the past, along with that adrenaline that kept them all from fading into the background. It was a wonder Žiar did not simply give up but, then again, failure was never an option for her. She was driven and would not allow anything to get in her way of succeeding, even the possible fact that a free dragon was as realistic as Zauil once again rising to bring humans back to their previous, lavish glory. She was not a fool and though the stories had once been delightful to hear as a child, it didn’t make the hope real. Dragons had all been tamed, Zauil had vanished, and Žiar was on the hunt for something that was as meaningful as a speck of dirt.

This still did not deter her from her assignment. She had been presented with a mission and, no matter how pointless it was, she was unable to object. It simply had not been her place and though she found this to be a waste of her time, it was also a great investment in time. If she proved herself worthy, dedicated, and every licking as strong and masterful as her people thought her to be she would be on her way to glory. Soon, she would get everything she had dreamed of and, most importantly, she would be able to wipe that smug, superior look from her mother’s face once and for all.

The scowl that had been scarring her face slowly melted into a smirk. It was partially more appealing than the previous expression but still did no justice to the features her beautiful mother had bestowed upon her. Žiar could care less about her physical appearance as she looked upon the town she’d finally stumbled upon in the midst of a grand forest: Babbock. It was an otherwise insignificant blotch on the map of Aetrus but it had been the place most whispers had led her to. She stopped only for a moment to admire how the small town was nestled within the forestry; with mountains painting the background with magnificence that simply put this idle patch to shame. She really was having a hard time accepting that people believed that a dragon was somewhere around these parts but all her information pointed to this location.

The smirk on her face fell and her features grew cold and analytical as she absorbed her surroundings. She blended in with the crowds moving about the town easily, her presence barely acknowledged by those around her as her eyes scanned each face, her ears tuned in to hear any possible exchanges that would benefit her cause. Idly, she strolled through the main square, her finger twirling about the chain of her necklace, the cool material barely making an impact on her equally cold skin; she barely admitted any heat unless she was furious- an odd characteristic that mixed traits from her ice queen mother and her passionate father. It did make her seem volatile at best. For now, though, she was calm.

Her eyes wandered, her mind snapping away from the incessant and boring chatter of common folk, and landed on the tavern the small town harbored. Slowly, a grimace formed on her face as she imagined the type of citizens that would inhabit the Prancing Friar but it quickly shifted back into a thin line of indifference. She was here on a mission and her impatience when it came to vulgarity would not slow her down.

Promptly, the female Maresian made her way to the institution. Her ability to blend in continued as she entered the Prancing Friar and observed what on Aetrus she was getting herself into. Information did not look like a promising outcome if she was being honest but she had already made it her plan to figure out what stories were hovering about these drunken men. Alcohol always eased the mind and allowed people to share what otherwise would have been kept secret. She would simply have to allow the stench for now and bathe extensively afterwards.

Her hand fell from her necklace as she approached a vacant table and eased herself into a chair with an elegance probably not observed very often within this establishment. Her eyes racked those around her, the sounds of drunken elation and indiscretion filled her mind. Sometimes, she felt like a masochist, submitting herself to the most intolerable of situations. But, this was all for the end result, which she was all but willing to do anything for. She focused on a conversation, casting it aside easily once she found that it was simply about the inability to actually pay for their drink, and moved onto another. Her mind went blank for a while as she focused on catching anything out of the ordinary.

”It’s a shame that elf left, no?” Someone muttered in Lowric. Her ears perked. An elf in these parts? Her piercing silver eyes moved over to the babbling drunks who were moping the leave of an, apparently, beautiful female elf.

Maybe tonight’s hunt wouldn’t be a waste. For once, Žiar was feeling a small tinge of hope.

Her eyes detached from the two men, who had by then moved onto another random topic brought on by their drunken stupor, and searched for the proprietor of the Prancing Friar. It seemed she would be lodging here tonight. Once spotted, she stood from her table and sought him out.

“I would like to take up a room for the night. I may or may not be staying longer,” she eloquently stated, her face mute of emotion.
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Ri followed the Summer Elf until they caught sight, and sound, of another group of people. She then heard Shail volunteer, or command, whichever word was preferred, to take control, and she stepped back to walk beside the elf. "Think they're going the right way?" she asked, though she figured they had to be. where else would they be going?

Once they found a place to set up camp, and Shail left to find out more about the others, Ri sat down on the ground. She then looked up at Sa'ritae. "You want to make a fire, or you good?" the Summer elf would be the only one to really find benefit in a fire. The two Shadelings would be cold no matter what, as was their nature.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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Fate certainly has a funny way of dealing with things. One moment life can seem simple, a dream to be shared, a wonderful melody upon the breeze. And then, as if the sky itself had sensed the coming storm, the melody is snatched, the breeze lets out, and the great inhale comes before the time of heaving.

Thus it was so with Shail who, in an ironic twist of fate, found himself crouching behind brush listening to two men on the frontier and slowly being entangled by shadow. At first, the presence of more shadowed was unnoticeable and welcoming, a presence the Shadeling was so natural with that he did not deign to recognize that slowly his form itself was becoming iridescently darker by the moment. And then, as vines which crawl up a tree, he was utterly consumed, and where there was once a kneeling blackness in the brush there now only was the soft shadows of the trees dancing their evening step.

The entire occurrence, the whole of a life being snuffed out occurred so subtly that not one men in the clearing had even noticed the disappearance of life off of the face of the planet. So densely were they consumed by their own confrontation that nothing could pervade it.

Denth, just about to answer Rafti, turned to see and greet the newcomer. He had sensed they had been being tracked, but this was not what he expected by it. The man was large, larger than any who would live in civilized lands. His garb was strange and cleft from nature. Denth, without startle but slightly bemused, greeted the man's comment with a comment of his own. "The same could be said of you, friend." In the back of Denth's mind, he felt that something was not quite right, but as to what that something might be, he could not perceive it.

Out in the range, the night progressed, the three strangers standing off, and the two elves occupied with going about the routines of making bed upon the forested cover of the hill's mantle. Back down the trail in Babbock, night was in full swing. The drunkards and brigands were out and about in full score, and a few weary travelers took solace in the inn's hospitality.

"Two gold and the room's yours, m'lady." Ernest was pleasured to see such company about tonight. First the elves and now this Maresian treasure. His inn was becoming a truly beautiful place to abide. "Beg'n your pardon, m'lady, but what brings you about these parts? We've not seen a Maresian about the Hillcountry in a few score." Ernest took his conversation quietly with the lady, wary but friendly, the perfect balance of unintrusive curiosity.

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Rafti found a rather clear spot and giving it a slight dusting off placed the food he had found there. Walking to the center of the small camp Rafti left the tender and kindling in a suitable place. Glancing about there were enough trees around to break off some branches for firewood. 'Enough. For now. Still unsteady. Feels like someone is watching,' he thought taking an inconspicuous look around just in case. Rafti was good about hiding his emotions after years of dealing with liars and cheaters.

Moving toward the fire supplies Rafti bent over and in a minute or two of sparking rocks had manage to catch the small kindling aflame. Placing the kindling under the tender Rafti watched as the small stack of wood burn before quickly using his blade to knock off a couple branches. Placing the wood on the fire Rafti was content with how it had turned out and sat back against a nearby tree watching the orange flames dance against the darkening background. Settling in slowly Rafti was content to just sit there until sleep took him but fate had a funny way of ruining things like relaxation.

The heavy sounds of footstep breaking brush and bush kept resounding closer and closer until a rather demonic looking behemoth walked into the camp. Placing his hand on the blade on his back Rafti stared at the man, his eyes glowing brightly with the power that had been granted to him by his implanted darima. The weapon the brutish demon carried was almost as tall as Rafti from what he gauged and being on the receiving end of such a weapon would not fare well for him. The demon the chose to speak though and made comment about the blade Rafti carried. 'Good guess? Possibly. Not entirely obvious. Could play it off as another beast's bone. No, no comment may be best,' he thought watching the demon's every movement closely.

Denth's comment brought Rafti back to reality though and loosening his grip on the blade Rafti gave a soft sigh before saying, "Possibly. Would have to ask the person that made it. Imbued with magic, yes. Dragon magic? Uncertain. Either way, fortune brought me this blade. Not likely to give it up ever." Glancing at the man Rafti made sure his point was made by shooting the brutish demon a look of 'don't even try.' Either way Rafti was quite certain escaping would be simple enough, swinging such a weapon required a lot of strength but there was also the fact that swing such an axe in a forest caused all sorts of problems for the bearer. 'Throw blade? If necessary. Easily able to evade through forest. Hopefully it won't come to that though,' he thought glancing from the demon to Denth to the fire.
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Subtly, if you had cared to notice the small, instinctual movements of an Elf, Sa’ritae’s ears pricked forward as Shail walked off into the darkness that he was, disappearing from view. Not a slight crease of a frown could be seen on the gorgeous woman’s glowing face, but a certain seriousness fell over her for a few moments. Loving and caring by nature – maternal almost – Sa’ritae felt somewhat concerned seeing Shail trek forward into the abyss of the night alone, and on a surveillance mission of two armed and unknown strangers nonetheless. A small part inside of her sparked curiously, wanting nothing more than to follow the tall, dark figure into the nothingness. But her translucent skin would undoubtedly give away her new acquaintance, and so she stayed behind with the second and smaller shadow. Shaking her head slightly at Ri’s inquiry, the Summer Elf rejected the offer of fire. Sa’ritae didn’t wish to settle in for the night until her shadowy companion had returned safely. “No warmth will burn, no light will shine… Til our darkened friend is returned and fine…”

Like a gentle candle in the night, Sa’ritae sat perched on a fallen, mossy log, lighting the small clearing the pair rested within. Tensely, the seconds ticked by. Slowly, the moon rose higher in the sky, stars barely visible through the trees. Sa’ritae tried her best to keep the pair light and cheered, radiating charm and happiness as much as she could to cheer the ghost of sadness that rested with her. She was unsure how long Ri and Shail had journeyed together, and whether in fact there was any reason to worry about the shadowy man that had ventured out alone. But Sa’ritae assumed that her companion was perhaps a little concerned at how long Shail was taking. It must have been hours since he’d left their presence, and the pair they’d been following hadn’t camped too far north into the shadows and mists. Looking across into the darkness, Sa’ritae cocked her head in thought. “Perhaps we should find him…? I’d hate for danger to befall a companion…” Though it seemed unlikely for a shadow to be caught in the dark, Sa’ritae knew she wouldn’t rest easy until she knew. “We should journey together, so as not to get lost!”

“Into the night as darkness grows,
We search for a man of the misting shadows,
Creeping through the forest cold,
We approach our quarry, brave and bold…”


Walking with silent dancing feet, Sa’ritae rose and ventured into the northern shadows, pushing the darkness slowly back with her natural light as she walked forward. Thankfully, she possessed some sense of direction, and following a straight line through the night proved simple enough. Glancing over her shoulder with wide and warm brown eyes, Sa’ritae smiled at Ri as they moved, hoping to reassure her companion. “No doubt we’ll greet Shail before my light gives us away,” she whispered with a voice sweeter than honey. Giving a childish giggle, Sa’ritae turned back and continued her straight path through the forest, aiming in general for the small camp the two men had settled in. More so than usual, Sa’ritae was pulsing happiness, calm and various combinations of positive, soothing and glorious emotions in the hopes of both keeping Ri on side and alerting Shail of their approaching presence. Also glowing was her inner light, softly lighting the world closest to her and guiding her and her companion safely through the underbrush. Not that Ri needed her help – Sa’ritae assumed that shadows of the moon had no problem manipulating the dark.

Sounds. Noises. Voices…? Again the Summer Elf’s ears twitched, straining to hear. It was clear that Shail was nowhere around, but still words were drifting through the night air. Startlingly, Sa’ritae realised they must have reached the camp of their original quarry. Unconsciously, she began to sing. Though the act itself was not particularly unlike the beautiful elf, the scenario might have struck others as strange and even foolish. But this was how she handled the prospect of danger – she sang to it. Her soothing notes, her soft glowing light, and her warm, radiant glow ebbed through the darkness towards the camp ahead, slowly growing more and more obvious to the strangers. Suddenly feeling strangely protective of Ri and fiercely curious about the upcoming strangers, Sa’ritae danced forward to draw the attention of the others, swinging on tree trunks and swaying her hips. She hoped they wouldn’t notice the Shadeling following the Summer Elf, so that should the new beings prove dangerous, she would be out of harm’s way. But even if Ri decided to make herself known, Sa’ritae radiated enough calm and comfort to keep the small fellowship from danger and combat, for now. Dancing, she approached the opposing camp, which seemed to now house three figures, and made herself known with her singing:

“The breath of life shall follow,
The elves, whose beauties glow,
Warmth and sun and comfort,
Shall grace all those that know,
The Elves whose faces give away,
Their beauty and shining lore,
To be friends with the Summer,
Is to be loved forever more…”
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Saleos laughed loudly because he could feel the tension in the air. He lifted his head up so his face could be seen “well met!” he left his Ax in the ground a stepped away from it, showing that he was not there for a fight. Saleos lifted his helmet off and threw it to the ground. The skull made the ground underneath it break on impact, but he didn’t really care about that at the time. Saleos started to crack his neck and bent backwards to crack his back. He was sore from walking for so long without rest, but it was something he was used to.

“I hope this will put your mind at ease. You look as if you wish to kill me” Saleos could only smile at the man with the odd eye’s, just then he turned to the other man that was there “you’re right, I guess the same thing can be said of me”. Speaking calmly, Saleos put his fist to his chest and took a step forward “my name is Saleos. I mean not to fight with you nor do you seem to have evil intent, but I can also see that you two aren’t your everyday travelers”. He tried his best to keep his voice down since the night was calm and the animals seemed at ease. Saleos didn’t wish to give them away just incase there was anything or anyone out there.

He then remembered what he had seen and why he even started traveling this way, but he didn’t want to reveal too much about himself just in case his judgment of the two is wrong. He lowered his hand back down to his side and kept the smile on his face “so what’s the name of the two that I have ran into?”. Saleos wasn’t looking for a fight, not because he thinks that he could easily crush both of these men, but only because they may be of some help to him. He wasn’t much of the type to look for help ever since he parted ways with his last traveling companion, but the two looked as if they knew something and he wanted to find out what.
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She withdrew a small emerald-colored pouch, the gentle sound of pieces clicking against each other appealing to the Maresian. Two gold was quite a fair price, Žiar noted, as she pulled the two cold pieces of money from their confinement. Of course, for her it wasn’t much at all but she had to take the place into consideration nonetheless. She was, after all, a Bordros and her mind calculated whether or not she was being ripped off automatically. It was a shabby establishment, to say the least, but the proprietor seemed to keep it well enough maintained that she didn’t fear the state of the room she was going to buy. However, whether or not one of these drunkards were bound to barge in while she was deep in slumber was yet to be seen. Two gold and a room for the night was worth it, though, and she handed the young looking man her money confidently.

If there was trouble abound, Žiar knew quite well how to exterminate it.

Her attention turned to the questions presented to her with apprehension. He looked harmless enough and she needed information or risk the chance of leaving this place without a clue about her mystery dragon’s lair. He would have heard something about these parts, surely, if he handled this place day in and out; especially if he made contact with that elf.

“I’m not surprised you haven’t seen any about,” Žiar commented smoothly, her cold eyes idly roaming about the room for a moment, still slightly regretting that this was the only place she could reside in for now, before landing back on the man in front of her. “I, myself, come here out of curiosity. I’ve heard rumors, hopeful ones at that, that a dragon has been seen in these parts?” She asked lightly as if talking about the weather, which wasn’t that extraordinary outside if Žiar did say so herself. She held very little interest in the wanderings of stars these days.

“I have to say that I was silly to come out here solely on rumors but I suppose I couldn’t help myself.” She sighed gracefully, sitting down at the bar and splaying her arms languidly upon the surface as she placed the illusion of comfort upon her body. She pressed a stray strand of striking white hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing against the cold and facetted surface of her emerald earrings lovingly, as she watched the proprietor for any reaction to the current subject. “I would be lying if I said I regretted doing so, though,” she added on casually, a cool edge to her voice even as she maintained the appearance of human normalcy.

Žiar hated acting like this, as if she gave two pieces about the creatures; it was her vow to find them that had her pressing the matter of dragons, pressing herself into situations that made her skin crawl uncomfortably, and pressing her patience. She wanted to get this done and over with; the faster she did, the faster she could go back to Bordros and return to her ritual, satisfied with a job well done. This was outside of what she normally did and, so far, she had no reason to kill a soul and that, in itself, was annoying.

She itched for a fight and the bubbling lava beneath her skin craved to burst out in lavish proportions. It wouldn’t take long for that to happen, either, if she didn’t get her way soon and something told her she wasn’t about to get much information tonight.

Hope just wasn’t her forte.

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"My name is Denth," he said very plainly, "and we are merely going about the wilds for a little sport. The Loftring has many wild game this time of year, and I rarely see my friend. We thought it would be a bit of fun to go out for a spell and view the grandeur of the hills, but we seem to not have been the only ones with such an idea about us." Denth had a simple close eyed smile upon his face, but at his last words he opened his eyes and first looked directly at Saleos, then secondly at the exact hiding spot where the two elves were now sheltered. He walked carefully over to the place and brushed away the underbrush to allow the light of the rising moon to sweep over the form of the two elves.

One was very bright with soft features, a warm sense about her. The other was dark, still shrouded in shadow, with alabaster features. "Would you care to join us?" Denth said, close eyed smile playing easily off of his face.

Meanwhile in Babbock, Ernest was getting very edgy. Many folk had come around the last day and asked of this dragon. Within the last quartright there'd been around half a dozen of them already. Mighty peculiar...

"Dragons, you say? Well as I told a folk earlier there ain't been dragons round these parts since them Regency folk came about and took up the last one. My father was still around in that time. He was one of the last to see them." Ernest took a moment to clean out a mug. The night was progressing fairly well, and it was that hour where everyone seemed relaxed and smooth in speech. This, of course, always proceeded the angry stage of drunkenness that Ernest had to deal with after, but for now it was always nice. "You know, there've been a right lot of folk asking about dragons these days. I mean to say, it's rather strange, but a bit unsettling. We here in Babbock tend to pride ourselves on our ease rather than our tall tales, though we do have quite a many of those as well." Ernest chuckled a bit at the last part. What folk didn't like the changing of stories between friends.

"In fact, if you've got a spell I'd be right obliged to give you one such story about a demon. Now them's fascinating folk, demons is." Ernest continued to clean the mug. It was one of those habits you just accumulated as a barkeep. There was something reassuring about the glass against his hand, the softness of the cloth. The bar was sated, and he had a chance to go about one of his stories. Whether the stranger took him up on it or not was another matter entirely.
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Watching the man step away from the sunken axe the only thing Rafti was able to do at this point was change the position of the blade so that it rest at his side. You could never be certain of people and from a seated position having the blade at his side would be much better for defending himself. As the brute continued to speak it repeated several times that it was not there to fight and that his name was Saleos. A strange name, not one that Rafti had heard before then again there were many different names that Rafti hadn't heard before. As the brute removed his helm the true face of what lay underneath was revealed. A rather soft faced man with what appeared to be dreads for bangs and just a simple back of long straight hair. 'Face doesn't match body at all,' Rafti thought glancing away for a moment when the feeling of warmth had returned to him.

When the man asked for their names Rafti gave the man a once over before following Denth's example, "Rafti. I do not travel every day. People that travel everyday are strange even by my standards. Denth is correct, we're hunting game here." Rafti's tone was docile but there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice when he spoke of the every day travelers. Looking away Rafti didn't feel much like talking now, the feeling of being surrounded by more people was uncomfortable for him and as it was it was heavy in the air. As Denth moved away from the main part of the camp and moved away the brush Rafti knew why he was feeling so uncomfortable.

Two elves had been heading up to their group and one of them was singing he was not familiar with. As Rafti looked over the duo he began to notice the eerie similarity between the singing, shining elf and the one he saw in the bar earlier in the day. Scratching his head Rafti was extremely uncomfortable, one person was fine by all standards, two was acceptable as long as they weren't threatening him. But with the addition of two more people to this small group and no information about dragon items being offered Rafti wanted to hide somewhere. It wasn't like the city where people didn't stop him and ask him unnecessary things. This was in a private setting and if he spoke they would pay attention.

While the warmth washed over him urging him to be more open there were things that didn't change in a person no matter how much pressure was put on them. Placing his hands on the back of his head Rafti bent his head so that it hid between his knees. Sure this had no real effect on hiding him from people but it made him feel better about being surrounded in an intimate group. 'Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Leave me alone,' he continued to repeat these words in his mind, his eyes glowed slightly brighter as he repeated the words but only because his continual focus on not wanting to be seen caused his own powers to flare within him.
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Ri followed Sa'ritae throughout the forest. She didn't really have anything pressing to say, so she was satisfied with the silence. The Summer Elf was glowing in her usual warm sense, and Ri attempted to hide some of that. Even though she tried, she wasn't trying overly hard, simply because the Summer elf herself wasn't working overly hard to keep herself concealed.

They arrived at the mysterious camp, and, having not found any sign of Shail, she was more uncomfortable than she would have been normally. As Sa'ritae emerged into the group, Ri found herself slowly drifting into the shadows of the trees. She knew that she would most likely be overlooked, men would be drawn to the summer elf's warmth.

Ri herself was not unaffected by her companion's song, and was not really hiding as thoroughly as she normally would. the shadows that were her life hovered on the edges of her figure, becoming more of a misty veil than a shield. Even so, she was on guard. She didn't know who these men were, and was not comfortable with the strangers. Too many strangers were approaching all at once. First, she was joined by the summer elf, and now the three males, of which species they were she did not yet know, were within her presence.

Too many people. Far too many.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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As Ri slide silently into the shadows, Sa’ritae realised her companion had elected to remain quiet and hidden for the time being. She could still feel the quiet Shadeling’s eerie emotions misting about the edges of the little camp, and she was comfortable enough knowing the once-Star Elf had chosen to stay with her fellow for now. Strangely, Ri was the only depressed being in the midst of the camp, which begged the question: where was Shail? Sa’ritae wondered if perhaps the Shadeling now hidden and circling the camp, away from the breath of the living, could find anything to indicate where Shail might have ventured, for the Summer Elf new little about the lore of the dead. But, not wanting to reveal her companion to the small gathering, she didn’t speak her thoughts aloud to Ri and instead allowed the night-walker to remain in the comfort of the shadows. Besides, it appeared that there were more pressing matters to be handled in the tight circle of the campsite. Though only Sa’ritae had made herself known – uncovered completely by one of the original quarry members – she seemed to have still created some tension in the small group.

The first, the man who found her, smiled widely, the wrinkles of his expression almost reaching his eyes. His smile seemed carefree and genuine enough, no doubt helped onward by the positive energies Sa’ritae had been radiating as she danced beneath the moon. Her skin blushing deliciously, she returned the smile with a shy dip of her head, her lips curving sweetly and her brown eyes wide and beautiful. Seeing the shadowy man under the seduction of happiness and comfort was much more reassuring than her earlier impressions, and Sa’ritae replied in her gentle voice, “I would love to, gentle sir.” The second character to meet her eyes was an unusual one; he carried a weapon of unfathomable size and structure, and dressed in heavy armour that somehow covered his large and brutish body. And yet, despite all this, both his face and his aura gave off a certain jolliness that reminded Sa’ritae of the gruff Dwarves who turned soft in her presence – not unlike Babbock’s barkeep. He didn’t appear to have noticed the newcomer just yet, but he seemed to at least be calm and comfortable. But it was neither of these two that worried Sa’ritae.

Curled over onto himself, was the second of their original quarry. Cloaked, armed and with a menacing face, he did not redeem himself quite so much as his companion had. Radiating distress, anxiety and a slight amount of frustration, the man seemed almost to be talking to himself as he covered his head with his arms and hands. It was only too obvious that the human – for that was his race – did not like the extra company. She found it strange that her natural abilities had not soothed the fickle man who sat like a disgruntled child at the border of camp. Cocking her head slightly, Sa’ritae stepped lightly into the site and moved closer to the man. She didn’t watch him, not wanting to startle him further, but she focused herself and her breathing, reaching out with invisible fingers to gently caress and stroke the man’s aura. It was an effortless gift all Summer’s possessed to soothe, to heal, to encourage, and Sa’ritae manipulated the man’s emotions in her attempts not to brighten him, but to bring him comfort; she did not want to disturb the man, and hoped that now, with closer proximity, he would feel as if in the presence of an old friend as the two Shadelings had back at the Prancing friar.

Smiling sweetly and turning her outward attention to the others, Sa’ritae introduced herself. Giving a low and flourishing curtsey, the Summer Elf sank to the earth, her hand across her chest and her head bowed in gentle respect. She repeated her name first in Prithvayan and then Kamarasi, unsure what languages the gathering spoke, though it was obvious the friendlier stranger had understood her earlier Prithvayan which she returned to in the end. “My name is Sa’ritae Tyrundlin. My name is Sa’ritae Tyrundlin. It is a humble pleasure to meet you, young Masters.” Rising gracefully, Sa’ritae smiled warmly at her new companions, almost feeling the curiosity in their gazes. Summer Elves were a rare and welcome sight in most stretches of the land, given their beauty, their warmth and their positive energies. As a general rule of thumb, Sa’ritae remained good, honest, true and friendly to everyone she met on her travels in search of that which might heal a broken world, for kindness and good deeds would inevitably be returned in balance. That was at least her belief. But she was unsure how to proceed with this strange and exciting new group, and contemplated how exactly she should answer the inevitable question; what brings you here? Of course, the answer was through artistry, though she spoke her poetic language this time, rather than singing.

“Far from home I’ve ventured,
Across the vast and varied lands,
From caverns, crests and mountains,
To forests, seas and sands.
But to this place and on this night,
Babbock rumours have brought me,
On a journey to the underground,
Seeking extended family.
My dear cousins, the Autumns,
Are taking shelter down below,
I seek the mine they live within,
Perhaps, to me, you’ll show?”


Smiling, Sa’ritae fell out of verse to ask her own questions. “I’m quite lost you see, with no knowledge of where the mine is. I wonder if there is any chance anyone might help a lonely Summer?” Giggling childishly in a manner intended to be endearing, Sa’ritae grinned. “But, who of course am I speaking with, my Masters?”
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“Ah it’s my honor to meet the both of you” Saleos spoke in a quiet voice. At the same time of talking he could hear something in his ears, but he didn’t feel the need to turn and see what the sound was. He kept his eye’s on Denth and Rafti and then out of nowhere he noticed Rafti retreat into himself “now I wonder what that’s about?” Saleos thought to himself. Finally he felt the urge to turn and pay attention to the new comers. Both of the new comers were women, but he couldn’t make out the one hiding but he could see the one that was singing for some odd reason and she turned out to be a summer elf.

Slowly looking at the elf up and down, hoping to figure out what she was saying, but that wasn’t going so well. Saleos started scratching his head “knew I should of picked up another form of language.. Mother would be angry at me” he spoke out loud not caring who heard him. Saleos then looked at Rafti again “what’s with you boy?” picking his Ax up out of the ground then he slowly walked over and plopped down right next to him. Saleos was always forward and he knew this boy meant no harm or wished to hurt anyone, but he didn’t know why he was acting so odd.

As he sat next to Rafti he kept his sight on the elf girl, but right then he remembered noticing an odd presence in the shadows of the tree’s. Saleos wasn’t an angry type of guy but he sure didn’t like sneaky people “I don’t know if you an understand what I’m saying, but I suggest showing yourself or I’ll have to force you to” the expression on his face changed into a calm look of focus, he had no look of anger on his face. His eye’s were looking off into the tree’s, focused on one spot as his grip on his Ax tightened.

“Forgive me Denth, but I’m not a fan of the sneaky ones.. If you could for me do tell the elf it would be best for her friend to show herself. I would appreciate it” he held his Ax straight up with his hand holding it in the middle. He kept his gaze on the shadows, he kind of forgot that Rafti was freaking out next to him, but it didn’t bother him much.
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Žiar nodded slowly in contemplation at what the proprietor stated, which was quite obvious to her though she wouldn’t let it be known. Of course dragons wouldn’t be sighted around these parts; she was sent to find the end of a rainbow. It agitated her that this man was simply telling her everything she already knew to be true. Dragons were gone, they’d been tamed and taken from their natural territory long ago and for her to even be in this silly little town was a waste of her time. Him going on simply emphasized how insignificant this all was. However, she couldn’t help the slight peek in interest that came when he mentioned his father being one of the last to see the dragons. He would surely know their location around this town, would he not? But, alas, her interest died when she concluded that this man’s father was dead as well. What a pity, she wanted to say. Her one liable source was a dead man who’d only seen dragons in the past- not now. But then, how did these ridiculous rumors come about? She wanted to ring the necks of the fools who decided to tell lore that unintentionally dragged her here. Maybe she’d have a reason to feed her hunger to kill after all…

Either way, this man was making a good show of not knowing a freckle’s worth of insight on her dragon’s whereabouts. She resisted the urge to scream, disturbing the eye of the storm that had settled over this dingy tavern. She could only imagine how the men about her would react to being awoken from their alcoholic stupors with a screech. She decided it was not worth finding out and, plus, hollering in frustration would be highly out of character at the moment. She was trying hard to maintain her cover, though the persona was driving her mad.

Žiar breathed in and out slowly, attempting to soothe her itching nerves as they rattled chaotically inside her.

” You know, there've been a right lot of folk asking about dragons…” Her mind whipped back to attention, noting that the owner was speaking once more. For once, he was feeding her information that served to boost her “hope”.

“Hmph. Strange, indeed,” she murmured quietly, her face maintaining a look of surprise and splendor while her mind whirled away at the implications.

The prospect of many others chasing after chimeras baffled her for a moment until the realization began to sink in that this rumor was growing into a large suspicion. She understood now that she was battling against time. She did not want any others to find the dragon before her or risk the chance of failing her mission; that was not an option. As much as she believed this all to be a hoax, on the off chance that there was a large lizard trailing about, Žiar wanted to be the woman to find it. She needed to get a move on it.

And yet this fool wanted to tell her a story. Irritation bubbled once more within her, igniting her veins and threatening to heat her face. She suppressed it- barely- and forced a gentle smile upon her face that did not reach her eyes- it never did. Žiar had to make this man comfortable, knowing that her previous statements had put him on edge by the way he’d spoken about the dragons. He wasn’t going to give information freely, as much as she desired him to do so. The blissful image of smashing his face into the bar and demanding the whereabouts of the dragon and that elf she’d heard about flashed before her mind’s eye. She had to hold down the purr of pleasure at the appealing visual. Alas, that would most likely get her nowhere. She could take on anyone that dared to challenge her after such a brutal attack but, nonetheless, she assumed it would be much better to get the info she needed willingly. Enemies were best made after she obtained her goal.


“A demon? Well, then, go on,” she purred, resting her chin and cheek in her hand as she leaned in with mock interest.

Just get this the hell over with.
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Until the elves had arrived the conversation had thus far been in Lowric, the language of man and the lower races. But with the emergence of the elves, one of which Denth could assume was a Summer, there now existed a language barrier to some degree. However, it seemed that Denth was the one out of the humans with the capability to translate. Addressing the Summer, Sa’ritae, he bowed his head slightly, showing acknowledgement that he could understand. "Harrarhom, badhav. Mam namm Denth, ityad sen Rafti," he said pointing to Rafti, "am ityad sen Saleos." He concluded, pointing to the wild Saleos.

"Sarv itya vyadhara, am sarv angikara ityan mondanarya. Soyv iman ser dunrikya, am dolen sarv held denriin, sarv mudse andunrik. Soi don andunrik alem sal, vorya. Don kanyan pitendha soig sariv." He bowed again, in order to placate them. His Prithvayan was not nearly as elegant as the Summer's, but like everything else about the man, it was normal. No ornamentation, no unnecessary syntax. It was the type of speech a child might use in schooling. Simple, clear, so that they could understand. He then turned to his comrades and spoke once again in Lowric.

"I've told them our names and that we are hunters travelling through the mountain range. I also told them that we are very tired and that while we would be willing to help them in their search for the Autumn elves we must sleep. I invited them to camp with us, if you both find this acceptable." He turned to face Saleos. "I do not necessarily think it is wise to request of them to be out of their element with us. The dark ones seems especially skittish and if we are to find the Autumns it might be better to have a larger group with us. We may have had fortune smile on us, friends." A lopsided grin accompanied his hopefulness. He looked over his shoulder at the elves, then back to his human comrades. "If you have anything pressing to ask them, I can translate. I don't believe they speak Lowric, something we will have to rectify are we to work with them further. But again, if you have questions, please ask. Otherwise, I suggest we make camp and rest for the evening." Denth began to move about camp and set up a sleeping area. He extracted fur blankets from his pack. From the look of them, they seemed as if they came from the northerly regions, as anyone with an eye for wildlife would be able to tell that they were neither of this area nor suited to the warmer climate provided by the lower Loftring. He moved about and put more wood on the fire as well, busying himself and seeing whether anyone required his assistance as a translator.

Meanwhile back at the Prancing Friar...

"Yeah, Ernest, go on and give us a spell!" At the mention of the tale, a small crowd had gathered around the Ernest and the woman, eager to hear the young barkeep try his hand at the tale.

"Well, I don't rightly tell it like my father, but I'll give it my best." He continued washing the mug, and gradually as the crowd died down with shushes and whispers he began his tale.

"Once, in a time long and far away from this age, there were a great demon who'd taken up living in these parts. Twice the size of this inn and near as rowdy," he winked at the crowd of drunkards, "this demon'd take up the surroundin' villagers and eat em up. Right like a man tearing at the spit of a pig, he did. This demon was right hungry, and he'd come from the depths of the Pit." The crowd stirred at the mention of such a place as that.

"Well, it came about that one day this demon crossed a man. He weren't from around these parts. Some say the man came from the north, up cross the Loftring, from within the Loft itself. Others say he was a local folk, a man born and bred in ancient place round Babbock. Still others say he was born of the West, where the ancient dragons lie. Whatever the man's story, all the demon knew was he was a right scrawny thing. Nothing special about him. So unimportant that the demon'd hardly considered eating him." The crowd was eagerly listening now.

"Now, this man was left off by the demon, just let go. The demon said he was too little to eat, and the man was so thankful that he felt obliged to offer up the demon a thank you gift for not eating him. The demon, being a demon and covetous and whatnot, was obliged to accept the gift. The great ole demon asked where he could find this gift. And the man took him to a brook, a flowing lil stream of a thing, where the man said the demon could gain eternal life."

The crowd made noises of understanding. Some men tapped one another on the shoulder with knowing looks. But all silenced for Ernest to continue. "Now, demons, being the covetous folk they are, can't resist such promises as eternal life. And the demon was so taken with the man's gift that he was obliged to follow whatever the man told him. So, the man led him up the stream, to where a little spring came up out the earth. The man told the demon that all was needed to gain eternal life was to drink the water. Now, ya'll will note that demons hate water, naturally. They're obliged to not go near the stuff. But the demon was so taken in by the man that he was obliged to overcome his hate of the stuff."

Ernest set down the mug now, looking very sternly at the crowd. "He asked the man once again, just to clear things, that the stream would grant him eternal life. And indeed, the man told him it would. On the man's word, the demon took a drink." He paused and looked about the crowd, and then he let out a youthful roar. "An' then the demon melted right then and there!" The crowd cheered and yelped with surprise. Most had heard the story, but for them the love of it always overcame their familiarity with it. Ernest, a little bit of a smug look upon his face, carried on.

"Now this man weren't about to let no demon slip outta his reach. And so the man, being a right clever folk, got out a golden goblet from his person and did scoop that demon right up into it. He got that demon's goat, and imprisoned him right within that container of his."

"Now," Ernest turned to the crowd, "ya'll know the rest of the story, right?" Some nodded their heads. A fair headed youth looking no more than working age eagerly answered the rhetorical question.

"Din' 'e make up Babbock?" Ernest nodded.

"Right you are, lad. That man were Babbock, our town founder, and he went on to use the demon's power to harness the land and make it suitable for all sorts of crop and uses. That's why we're but the only ones in this range able to keep up a crop in the steeper places. With Babbock, who tamed the demon and built the town out of his own two clever hands, he was able to give all the rest of the folk hope. And that's the tale." The crowd clapped, erupting into uproarious applause. Murmurs of Ernest being a better story teller than his father sprang through the crowd, but one man did not clap. The fair haired youth looked quizzical, and motioned to Ernest with a question.

"But where'd 'e put it? The goblet?" An older gentleman gave a cackle, as did many in the crowd. The older gentleman, his wizened beard springing across his wrinkled face, grabbed the youth about the shoulders.

"Nobody knows, boy. Some say ole Babbock carried the blown thing to his grave, wherever that may be. But young Master Ernest here reckons its in the mill. The foundations, no less." Ernest shrugged at the old man's condescension, smiling that simple smile of his.

"Only what my father told me, Gabber. He said, some nights like tonight when the clouds are all gone and the starlight shines, you can see a dim outline upon the foundations of the mill. He reckoned it was where the thing was hid."

"Bulldash, Young Master. What sorta folk would build such a gem into the foundations of the mill where he couldn't even get to it? I say ole Babbock ran off with it. Headed West, out across the Sea." The old man Gabber nodded with a knowing look at those who would believe him. Others had begun to disperse, parting with words about it just being a myth. "It's true! He's still living over in the West the life of a king, I tell's you!"

Ernest shook his head at the old Gabber, once again going back to cleaning out mugs. He looked at the Maresian woman. "You'll have to excuse these folk, ole Gabber especially. These are just stories we like telling. Not much else to do about these parts, miss. Again, if'n you're interested in them elves, they're probably holed up in the old Dwarven mine just past the pass. Be careful, though. Them's is strange folk. Can I help you with anything else?"
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Rafti was out of his element. Being in such a small group of strangers didn't sit well with him, sure he had worked with a few groups of rough individuals but he was an outsider there, the groups knew each other and if they needed him it was for solo tasks or other such things. Now though, now he was in the depths of hell, well personal hell but still hell on earth for Rafti. 'Go away. Go away. Can't you see I don't like this,' he thought gray wisps of power rising from his skin like steam. The closer the radiant Summer Elf got to Rafti the faster the steam rose from his body.

Finally finding an emotional plateau Rafti looked up at the elf and though she might not understand him he exclaimed, "Stop! Stop! Stop! I don't know what you're trying to do with your temperature trick but do not come any closer!" His voice clear and strong Rafti's eyes had begun to glow like a soft candle illuminating the shadows on his face that the fire could not touch. With the clear illumination of his face it became obvious that a mixture of distress and frustration was plaguing him with so many unfamiliar people around him.

With his point clear to the people around him Rafti slumped back against the tree and covered his head again. It wasn't long before the heavy footsteps of Saleos came close to him and the patch of land next to Rafti was now occupied by the giant. It may have been an act of consideration but even this made Rafti uncomfortable. "Nothing is with me. I am but an incomplete person. Emotion develops differently when you're like me. Being in the middle of a group with only a single acquaintance with me is a living nightmare. I don't expect you to understand my issue but I will deal with it on my own as always," he murmured in response making sure to keep the lie Denth provided in check.

As Denth spoke to the elf and Rafti's name was said the obvious response was that his head would jerk upward to look. 'Strange hearing my name in such dialect,' he thought before looking away toward the fire in an attempt to calm his soul. Rafti had nothing to add at this point but he did have an offer of his own, "I don't mind taking watch if you are ready to sleep." Rafti lifted his head at this point and while slow at first moved toward the fire waiting for a response.
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Ri could understand very little of what the man, Saleos, was saying, having only learned a few simple words in Lowric from her time with Shail. She didn't know who the man was, but she could tell by his tone that he was unhappy with her being mostly concealed. She took a small step forward. She was using her shadows to protect both herself and Sa'ritae, in a weakened form of her Shadowshell ability.

"I sorry" she said in hesitant and unsure Lowric. She then turned to face the other man, who had shown himself to be able to speak and understand Prithvayan. "Please, convey my apologies to your companion. I cannot help but be in the shadows. It is my life." as she said that, she stepped forward another step. As she entered the fire light, it became obvious that the shadows were part of her, as she was them. Anyone who saw her that way would know right away what she was. "And, as for traveling together, I think I shall leave the final decision up to my Summer companion. Though, I do not appreciate hostility from any companions of mine. That will have to change if we are to stay here." she stated with a purposeful glance at Saleos.

Ri paused, about to step back into the shadows, when another thought came to mind. "I do have one other question." she said, "You wouldn't have happened to see another Shadow being around these parts today, would you?" she wondered where Shail could have gotten to. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that he wasn't coming back, but she couldn't admit that to herself.

After she finished speaking, Ri took a step backwards, half submerged in shadows. She knew that the Summer elf would be immediately accepted, at least to some extent, because of her warmth and friendly exterior, but the others were very unlikely to want anything to do with a Shadeling, a death child, especially one who was at one time, a Star Elf. She was an outcast in the truest sense of the word.

"At least, with more people, it should be easier to get to our destination. Maybe they'll know where to go." she mused in Jasac. She knew that it was highly unlikely that the others would understand her, but it had become habit. Dying does that to you, makes you talk in funny languages that no living being could fully understand. It was strange. It was only then that Ri took a moment to realize: she missed Shail. She wasn't one for connecting with people, especially since death, but at least she and the other Shadeling had something in common. Even among Sa'ritae's world, she was an outcast. She always was. She always would be.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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