Tales of Faerun

[Llhunara]

Drawing ever close to the group, the large group, Llhunarra began to see more details of those she was about to encounter. Different hair colors and skin tones began to present themselves, the different heights of the individuals becoming noticeable as well. As wide ranged as the approaching party seemed to be there was a member that the half-elf couldn’t take her eyes off of…the dragon.

 

While everyone tended to have their own qualities, parts of their appearance that were memorable or if not something about their dress or the way they carried themselves, none could really compare to that of a dragon. Reaching up to rub her eyes a moment she reopens them to see the creature still there, it was no trick of the heat. Starting to chew on her lip a little she was second guessing her decision to head towards them. From her experience, and that was tales and tombs, the powerful creatures were not overly friendly and by association those they traveled with were not either. Of course that didn’t mean every dragon fit what she had heard of the race, but it was not unfair to assume such.

 

There was no where she could run or hid though at this point, for it appeared to have wings. Such a creature would easily catch her even if she turned and ran full speed, something she wasn’t sure her body was capable of at the moment. Stuck with her decision to confront them she moves forward.

 

As the distance between them became shorter still a smaller member of the party dismounted, soon looking to be running in her direction. With nothing to block the sound, and the wind silent at the moment the voice carried rather well, a wave of relief washing over her at his words. Whoever this child was, he seemed rather friendly and if his words were true she was in no danger. Still, why would a child be traveling with a dragon and what appeared to be a drow, among others?

 

“Hello!” She yells back, waving in their direction. While all she had was this one member’s excitement filled shouting to go off of, she figured it best to come off as friendly herself. Having released her lip she lets them curl into a smile, breaking into a jog to meet up with the little fellow. “No reason to kill me! I promise you I am quite friendly!”

Edited October 25, 2014 by Llhunara

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Nawen and Shalena, both watched the approaching woman curiously. After hearing the woman saying that she is quite friendly, the piratess grinned and glanced at Lucas, who as she noticed tried his hardest not to stare at the women as they traveled across the desert. "Did you hear that, Lucas?" She asked. "Of all the places in Faerun, we're going to meet a lovely girl in this very hot desert."

 

Nawen only rolled her eyes and continued watching the newcomer and wondering what was she doing in a place such as this on her own, while Shalena wondered out loud if the weather is going to get any warmer as well as joking, or rather the drow hoped she was joking, that they might have to strip to their undergarments if the heat's going to increase.

[AurianaValoria1]

Argyros sat back on his haunches, his silvery hide flashing in the afternoon sun, content to watch the scene unfold. Hexol amused him with his insatiable curiosity, and he briefly felt a slight kinship with the kender in that moment, though the dragon was certain that the little one wouldn't live too much longer if he kept up this ridiculous inability to stay away from strangers.

 

Meanwhile, Zorica sighed at Tannin's bemoaning his situation, and she rolled her eyes at her fellow half-blood, "If I were to tell you that whining made you hideously unattractive, would that make you shut up?"

 

Conall snorted, barely able to contain his laughter.

 

Rhaine kept quiet for a time, instead focusing on the half-elven woman headed towards them. Though the stranger insisted her friendliness, that had yet to be proven, and the Doomguide remained alert, ready to spring if Hexol were harmed in any way. At last, however, she broke her silence, calling to the woman, "Hail, traveler. What brings you to these parts alone? This is a dangerous place to be by yourself. Are you lost?" She shifted in her seat, having to pull at her mule's bit to keep him from fidgeting.

[josh900]

Drawing closer to the half elven woman, Hexol greeted her in his usual fashion. "Hi I'm Hexol! Funny to see someone alone out here! What are you doing out here all by yourself? You look like an elf, half half I'm thinking cause you don't look like a full one, red hair too, lots of half elves seem to have red hair, especially ones we meet, both Rhaine and Shalena both have red hair and they're half elves, is it a requirement for half elves to have red hair? I knew one back home and his hair was red, had a biiig beard too, coulda passed for a dwarf, the beard I mean, not the guy, he was too tall. So what's your name?"

[Llhunara]

As the child drew closer she realized it was not a child at all, the lines on his face hinting at years beyond that of her first assumption. His demeanor was close to that of many children, excitable and overly friendly. When he finally stopped to take a breath she uses the moment to talk, addressing his questions and those of the armored woman that had called out from the back of her horse.

 

“Llhunarra Madove, it is a pleasure to meet you all.” She says loud enough so those not as close as the energetic character might hear as well. The introduction was coupled with an exaggerated bow, her braided hair sliding over her shoulders only to shift back as she snaps into an upright position once more. Her bangs on the other hand stuck to her face, the heat having them soaked with sweat.

 

“As for my presence in these lands…that is the result of my poor sense of direction. Despite the fact my father was a sailor; I know little about finding my way if there is no road beneath my feet.” The woman who had hailed her sported red hair just like her own, she must be Rhaine or Shalena, which one Llhunarra was not sure. Glancing back to the fellow that had come out to greet her she offers him a small smile, not really having an answer in regards to the red hair requirement.

 

“I would love to know who you are, but please do not fault me if I forget a few of your names.” The rogue wasn't exactly bad with names, but it was unlikely she was going to remember nineteen of them on the first go around. Letting her hands hang at her sides she made sure to keep her body language non-threatening as she steps past the foremost of the group, heading towards the rest.

Edited October 28, 2014 by Llhunara

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Both Nawen and Shalena drew closer to greet the half-elven girl who introduced herself as Llhunarra. "I'm Nawen, very nice to meet you." The drow said, while the piratess standing beside her watched the girl with a slight grin on her face. "My... a sailor's daughter. Isn't that fascinating?" She asked with a smirk.

 

"I am Shalena, captain of the fastest ship in the Sea of Fallen Stars, Sea's Compass," she said proudly as she bowed in an exaggerated manner, "it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She added and pointed at the several men at the very back of the group. "And those men are my crew, no need to introduce yourself to them, they mostly stick to themselves." The piratess explained.

[Flipout6]

The journey along the road was hot and tedious. Amendale's black cloak had been sitting at the bottom of his pack for days, as had Annette's nearly-identical one. None of the Greys wore any armor, opting for simple clothing and then, later on, Annette and Arland even switched into white desert robes. Amendale inconspicuously slipped Zorica a book and grinned at her. Weyland and Dri, as usual, rode side-by-side, not saying much but communicating with warm smiles or touches of the hand. Occasionally Amendale would opt to fly, lazily flitting to and fro in the air. He offered to teach Annette the spell later that night, an offer she eagerly accepted.

 

When two newcomers appeared on the horizon, both Marie and Arland subconsciously rode out to the exterior of the group, intending to take action quickly if they turned out to be hostile. While they didn't seem it (yet), it never hurt to be cautious.

 

"Hello there!" Sybille greeted the newcomer from a distance. "We're friendly too!"

 

"Most of us, anyway." Arland commented, raising an eyebrow at Marie. She kicked him in the shin. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "....Some exceptions, though!"

 

"Only if it's you." Marie snarked, and Annette stifled a laugh behind her.

 

Once this newcomer announced her lack of directional sense, Amendale drifted up to the front of the group to speak. "We can at least help you with directions, if you'd like. And if you're short on rations I can provide some myself."

 

"Amendale, you're still airborne." Weyland commented.

 

"Damn showoff." Arland muttered. Amendale planted his feet on the ground and shrugged. "He's one of our sparklefingers. He'll wave his hand and get you some grapes or something."

 

"If he gets bacon Dri and I call dibs." Weyland interjected, and then told Dri, "Most of it'd be for you, of course." Arland looked at Marie and made a gagging motion.

 

"Pardon the bantering." Sybille rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "I'm Sybille Grey. The idiot that's never heard of a razor is my brother Arland, the lovebird's Weyland. This is Rhaine-" She gestured to the Doomguide. "-she leads us by kicking arse and doing her best imitation of a black swan what with the wings and all." She shot Rhaine a cheeky smirk. "Flyboy elf's Amendale, Shalena's the redhead without the wings and....oh, I probably oughta not hit ya with so many names."

 

"You confused me." Arland declared.

 

"Not hard to do." Marie sniped.

[AurianaValoria1]

Rhaine snorted at Sybille's introduction, "Yes, I am Rhaine Alcinea. Chosen of Kelemvor."

 

Zorica gave the newcomer a slight smile, "And I am Zorica D'Aurelis. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

 

Conall then dipped his head, "Conall Whitefang. I pledge my life and sword to the Moonmaiden."

 

Lastly, Argyros spoke up, peering at the half-elf with sharp silver eyes, "And I am Argyros. A pleasure to meet you, young one."

 

A few breaths later, the little gnome that followed them around as their acting trader piped up, "And I'm Heidi Heartgear! Wanna buy something right quick? Or do you need something fixed?"

 

Rhaine, Zorica, Conall, and Argyros all simultaneously hissed, "SHHH! Not now!"

 

Heidi's freckled cheeks turned a magnificent shade of pink, and she huffed out a heavy sigh, muttering, "Can't a gal make some money around here?"

 

The second figure headed towards them - the one Argyros had identified as a Mulan man - was now significantly closer. From the looks of him, he was outfitted in golden scale mail and a matching helm. He appeared to be using a spear like a walking stick, and his sandals created small puffs of dust as he walked. There was no doubt he was coming directly towards them, and as he drew nearer, he seemed to pick up his pace a bit.

[Llhunara]

They were all so polite, even the drow. Llhunarra had no problem with anyone regardless of their heritage, but one could not help hear the stories of the mostly subterranean race. Few of them had happy endings. The fact Shalena was a ship’s captain immediately drew the red heads interest, her brow rising with curiosity. Before she was able to comment on it though, a barrage of names and introductions were sent her way. The strange mixture of races in the group threw her off, not all immediately distinguishable, but most fitting into the human or elf category with a few smaller exceptions and one quite large one.

 

Blinking a little when the numerous pleasantries were completed, not the least of which were offers for food and supplies should she need them(some for a price), the half-elf stammers a little, eyes still noticeably lingering on Argyros. A dragon was not the sort of creature that you often saw, yet the rest of them seemed to hardly notice he was there. Such calmness implied they had been traveling with him for a fair amount of time, and not wanting to come off as a complete stammering fool she manages to pull her stare away from him. Regaining her focus Llhunarra does her best to quickly move on from the moment of awkward silence.

 

“The pleasure is all mine.” She says with another bow. “It is not often I run across such a large group, especially one with this much diversity. As for supplies and the like I am quite fine, but I could use some assistance finding my way…” Her words trailing off a little as she glances at the surrounding area. To most it would be painfully clear that she had no real idea of where she was. Of course she knew the region, but with no map on her person and no knowledge of how to navigate by star she was most definitely lost. She should have stayed on the road.

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"Oh, we would be most delighted to help you find your way wherever you're going." Shalena said. The mere mention of the girl's father being a sailor piqued her interest. Perhaps she just met someone else who shared her fondness for the open waters.

 

Nawen said nothing, even if she found Shalena's friendliness somewhat unusual. Instead, she focused her attention on another approaching figure. Hopefully he was as friendly as Llhunarra seemed to be. She turned her attention back to the others as Rhegar re-joined the group after running about the desert on his own. The wolf sat on the sand and cocked his head at the half-elf girl. "And this is, Rhegar," Nawen said as she scratched the wolf behind his ears, "my friend and animal companion."