Tales of Faerun

[josh900]

Hearing the half-fiend run off, Tannin let out a sigh and went back to the camp and sat down. He had already opted to stay on guard through the night though now he knew what to look for.

 

Thankfully the half-fiend stayed away, allowing for a restful night. The next morning Tannin took off towards the city as soon as the others rose from their sleep.

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As Rhaine moved about the markets buying wears for their journey, two incredibly happy looking guards practically scrambled over to her, one of which was dragging a rather large sack behind him. "Miss! With the wings, yes you! Please tell us you know of a halfling that never stops talking, Hexol the Kender he calls himself, you know him yes? Please? Even if you don't just tell us you do, we're begging you!" The non-encumbered guard pleaded with a look of utter desperation.

Edited March 27, 2014 by josh900

[AurianaValoria1]

Rhaine glanced up from one of the market stalls to see two eager guardsmen approaching, one dragging a sack large enough to hold a child. She put her hands on her hips and peered around the one guard to get a better look at the sack before returning her attention to their desperate faces.

 

"Hexol I know, yes. He's with my party. And he's a Kender, not a halfling, just as he says. Why do you...?"

 

Her brow furrowed as she glanced back and forth between the sack and the men, "As a matter of fact, he's been missing overnight..."

 

She trailed, and then her mouth dropped open as she pointed at the burlap bag, "You didn't! Release him at once!"

[Quintatas]

As soon as he knew a half-drow was upon him, Marian took out his mace, his eyes full of simmering rage. He hated the drow above all else; he had since his early days. As the half-fiend looked around, he realized they were alone, and a wide grin began to spread across his face. And for the first time, he noticed the sword; how it appealed to him in that moment!

 

"My name is Marian. You could say I am... curious, yes, curious, as to... your group. I think we are very similar, you and I," he replied, eying the man's sword the whole time. Marian looked from it to Tannin, the hatred in his face fully replaced with lust for the weapon. "Surely any man carrying a sword like that is a man... hungry for power." He began to talk some more, but it quickly trailed off into gibberish as he began to focus more clearly on the situation. The half-fiend put the weapon on his belt, though he kept his hand near it. He hoped he would need it.

[Deleted6317247User]

When the fiend ran off, Nawen looked around the area to see if he brought a few friends along, and when she made sure that they were safe she returned to her seat and stayed awake for the rest of the night. In the morning, when some of her friends went back to the town, Nawen stayed in the camp and helped to pack things up for the journey.

 

When most of the party stirred at the presence of the half-fiend, Shalena stayed in her tent, covering her head with a pillow to block out the sounds. Shortly after the unwanted visitor left, the piratess fell asleep.

 

When the morning came, she left some of her men to help those who stayed to pack up the camp and with the rest went to the town to get supplies. While her men... gathered supplies Shalena noticed Rhaine at the market and approached her and two guardsmen talking to her. Thinking that some of her crew got into trouble she was thinking what reasonable lie she could come up with, but when she heard them mentioning Hexol, and then noticed a large sack one of the guards dragged behind him.

 

"If he's really in there," the pirate said as she pointed at the sack, "it must have been quite an adventure for him. After all, it's not every day city guards drag you around in a large sack."

Edited March 27, 2014 by Guest

[josh900]

The guard's faces lit up as Rhaine told them she knew of the tiny demon halfling.

"Oh thank the gods!" the one lugging the sack exclaimed before untieing the rope that kept the bag shut and pulling it down to reveal Hexol bound and gagged.

 

"He was arrested last night for the theft of several personal items of numerous people, we threw him in a cell with another person in it and the poor sod killed himself in the night. He was screaming to be moved to another cell in the hours before. We were stationed to guard him but.... he just won't shut up!"

 

"Please just take him!" The guard said as he undid Hexol binds and pushed him over towards Rhaine.

 

Hexol then took off the gag and looked up at Rhaine with a huge grin. "Hi Rhaine! I was in jail! Never been in jail before, I was kinda mad but then I met that wererat person and was locked in with him! Like the guards said he spent most of the time screaming and eventually hung himself, It took him a couple times but eventually he got it to stick, I guess that's what happens when you tie a noose with old bed sheets. I was kinda lonely after words but then these two showed up so I could talk to them! I told them all about our adventures and stuff and then they asked if I wanted to go on a sack ride! I've never been on one before, and I don't think I really liked it all that much, my head kept hitting hard stuff, it's okay though, I didn't bleed too much. So did I miss anything fun? OH! Say hi to... umm.... where did the guards go?" He asked, not having noticed that they had ran away as fast as their legs could carry them as soon as Hexol took the gag off.

[AurianaValoria1]

Rhaine blinked at Hexol as her mind tried to comprehend what exactly he had jabbered on about, but most of it passed through one ear and out the other because it was spoken so quickly. Coming to the conclusion that, whatever had happened, the Kender was safe and surprisingly happy, she shook her head and replied, "Go outside the city gates, Hexol. Our camp is there, since we were kicked out of the inn. Tell them that they are to prepare everything for travel immediately. Conall and I will be joining them shortly."

 

As she turned away from Hexol to resume her shopping, she sighed. She knew his strange "collecting" habit would get him in trouble someday.

 

Thank the gods it didn't turn out any worse than it did.

 

Meanwhile, back at the encampment, Argyros was pacing about, eager to get moving. Dagny, too, seemed a little impatient, shifting her weight back and forth from one hip to the other, her arms crossed atop her stout chest. Only Zorica seemed unnaturally calm, her amber eyes almost unblinking as they took in the fields and plains around them.

 

Suddenly, a group of travelers appeared on the horizon, following the road towards Iljak. Zorica squinted, cocked her head curiously, and then pointed, "Hey...do those people look strange to you? They look like they're on horses...but..." She hesitated, and Argyros followed her finger to focus on the approaching band. There were no more than three or four of them, two of them carrying baskets and bags, the other two seemingly acting as bodyguards.

 

Finally, the pale elf glanced back with a slight smile, "Good guess. They're centaurs."

[mythicdawnmaster]

Xallistine had finished de-constructing his tent with the powers of his mind just as Zorica pointed out a group of travellers on the road ahead of them, due towards Iljak. As he slowly drifted to stand nearer Zorica, he attempted to make out their shapes... they appeared to be on horseback, and this was only further cemented by the Ulitharid's somewhat weak ocular abilities, but as they were identified as centaurs, this image became clear to him, and he could make out each to be a singular entity, not a rider upon horseback. "Centaurs? I have not, to my shame, come into contact with such woodland creatures before... are they civilized folk? I trust I do not have to disintegrate them upon sight, no?"

 

Aurora had recovered from the turmoil of the previous night through somewhat uneasy sleep, jumping to conciousness numerous times as she felt ghostly fingers down her spine and piercing eyes in her dreams. Damn her nerves. She would have drowned them in floods of alcohol, but as there was nothing on hand, the Bardess made do with the proximity of her companions. She'd be safe among them it seemed, and the demon had not cited any special interests in her alone, that, and it scurried off into the night... she knew not how to feel about that last little morsel, and so kept the idea that is was still stalking them at bay. She joined the others at the spectacle of the Centaurs, and gazed in their direction with her neck tilted and her eyes wide. "Such majesty, yet so very, very strange, aren't they?"

Edited March 29, 2014 by mythicdawnmaster

[tokyobiohazard]

Aera was very upset as she woke up the next morning expecting to have her talk with Conall and finding he was nowhere in sight. She walked up to Dagny and asked, "Where is Conall? I was going to speak with him today..."

Arva awoke quite late with his arms posed as they were when he was holding Ianthe while they slept. He stretched and then found, to his surprise, that his tent was gone and he was in the open air. He looked around to find Ianthe packing their tent and bedroll into a backpack and frowned as he realized he was shirtless and in his breeches with no bedroll to cover up with. He shrugged and then walked over to the group as they watched what were said to be centaurs walking through the clearing.

He nudged Aera with his elbow and said, "Finally creatures that can tower over you!"

Aera wrinkled her nose, "I'm likely taller than they are, and besi--- PUT SOME CLOTHES ON, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?"

[josh900]

Hexol stopped his rambling and nodded at Rhaine's order and gave her a salute. "Okie dokie!" He said before running off.

Not five minutes after though, a young, dark haired half elf covered in blood came running through the crowds shouting for help. When his eyes found Rhaine's black wings in the crowd however he chased off after her. "Excuse me! Miss? Rhaine Alcinea? Please you have to help me." He said, stopping just in front of her.

"Please miss Alcinea, you have to help." He begged her, gasping for air at the end of every sentence.

"I was traveling with other members of our clergy, and we heard that you were in the area so we came looking for you, and we found.. someone who said he knew you, he led us into an alleyway and... and... he just..cut everyone down, I tried my best but I couldn't heal them enough, they have too many wounds and they'll die without aid please!" He pleased, tears freely running down his face.

He knew that approaching her like this was rude, that the Chosen of his god shouldn't be bothered like this but he had no other choice, she was the only one nearby who could heal and possibly raise he fallen brothers if he was too late to save them.

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Tannin approached the camp with something of a limp and a fresh set of clothes, much more suitable for the warmer temperature. He sat down near his tent with a groan and put a hand on his side. his skin underneath still wet with his blood from some unknown wound he had received.

"So if I asked for a bit of healing would anyone offer it without too many questions? Just have a few little nicks here and there that could do with some patching up."

[Deleted6317247User]

Shalena and her crew returned just in time to see the group of Centaurs approaching the town. "I've never seen one before." Shalena said as she watched the Centaurs with the others.

 

Nawen also watched the Centaurs curiously as just like Shalena she never saw one either, but then Tannin mentioned that he needed healing. She picked up her pack and approached the half-drow. "Let me see." She said as she sat down beside him and took out some bandages and ointments from her pack and started patching up his wound. Nawen was both worried and curious as to how he got injured, but she didn't ask anything and focused all of her attention on the wound. As she was patching it up, Nawen noticed that it looked like it might have been a stab wound. She shot a puzzled glance at him before continuing to work on the injury.

 

"There. All done," Nawen said as she was done, "everything looks good now, but let me know if it will start bleeding again. Not that it should." The drow added reassuringly.