AurianaValoria1 Posted June 7, 2012 Author Share Posted June 7, 2012 Rhaine finished with her armor and laid the pieces neatly beside a large oak, beneath which she also laid her pack. She then began dragging brush away from the center of the clearing, so they could prepare the place for their fire. It reminded her of the long, hard days she would spend in the wilderness with her old companions, both on the Sword Coast and in Rashemen - the life of an adventurer. It was strange, as she never considered herself such. She had never ventured out for the sake of fortune-finding alone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaldurAnthology Posted June 7, 2012 Share Posted June 7, 2012 Caladus led Olivia into the camp. He called to Rhaine, saying "I found this one in the woods. She was a captive of the cult. She doesn't seem harmful, and I am usually a good judge of character, hmm?" Shaori had just caught another fish when Ianthe tried to scare her. Shaori hit Ianthe with the fish."Don't do that! You are lucky I knew it was you or I wold have shot you with magic! Byron was preparing to return to his friends, when Dugmaren Brightmantle approches. "You can relax, your tasks are done. You have fought well." Byron looked distraught. "Ah cannae be done, yet!" Dugmaren looks on Byron with pity. "I will grant you one more evening to say your goodbyes." The feasting hall faded, to be replaced by the camp. Saerileth was meditating in the Temple, when a monk approached her. "Rise, child for it is time for thee to prove thyself on the Prime." Saerileth jumps to her feet. "Aye, father, I shalt not fail thee." She hurried to her room, and retrieved her sparse belongings, and put on her Armor. She grabbed her sword, and went to the room in which a portal was ready. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tokyobiohazard Posted June 7, 2012 Share Posted June 7, 2012 Ianthe rubbed her cheek and mumbled, "Alright, fine... But I got you good. You got a shirt I can wear? Mine's sorta singed..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AurianaValoria1 Posted June 7, 2012 Author Share Posted June 7, 2012 Rhaine stopped as she saw Caladus leading a young woman into the camp. She looked like she had been roughed up a little bit, but none the worse for wear. "Well met, madam," The Doomguide began, "You are welcome at our fire. Tell me, what is your name?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaldurAnthology Posted June 7, 2012 Share Posted June 7, 2012 Byron called out, "Ah'm sorry tae be rude, but this be more important than yonder lass. Good tae see ye again, by the way. Ah saw ye in Athkatla once, Ah think, aye? Anyhoo, This be the last day ah has with yeh lot. Mah patron has decreed mah tasks complete. Ah has tonight only to say mah goodbyes." Caladus went over and embraces his friend "I am going to miss you, old friend." He then deposits the wood he collected, and goes over to his pack. He sees Byron's hammer, and realized Norgold must have left. A pity. Shaori wasn't so upset that the ghost was leaving. His time was done. The portal connects to the prime, at the edge of the camp. Saerileth walks through the portal. Caladus gets a twinge of pain and looks to see a portal open, and a petite young girl walk through. She looked around with innocent curiosity. She was fair skinned, with long black hair that draped across her shoulders and down her back held back by a Symbol of Tyr. She had a two handed sword strapped across her back, and had a pack. She steps forward, her steel armor gleaming in the setting sun, palms outstretched in a gesture of peace. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tokyobiohazard Posted June 8, 2012 Share Posted June 8, 2012 Hazel looked over to where the girl had stepped into camp. At first, she thought the girl meant them harm, but after a glance at her, she suddenly felt as if this girl would never harm anyone if she could help it. Immediately she trusted her. Strange. Ianthe popped up out of the water, and ran to the girl, observing everything about her, tilting her head this way and that as she inspected her appearance. She especially liked the girl's long black hair. "Oh right. I'm Ianthe." She looked down and realized she was only wearing her cloak. "And I have no shame, it seems." She pulled the cloak tight around her slim form and walked back over to Shaori, smiling meekly. "I guess now is as good a time as any to borrow that shirt." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheBestIdiot122 Posted June 8, 2012 Share Posted June 8, 2012 (edited) Olivia curiously looked around the camp. The group seemed to be quite settled down for the day, what caught her off guard was the generosity of the beautiful lady. She was expecting worse, but maybe the world isn't as bad as it used to be. It was obvious the rest of the group took glances, but again, she was caught off-guard by the Nymph, who seemed to be quick hyper active... and curious. She raised her eyebrow as Olivia noticed that she didn't have anything on other then the cloak. She liked everyone already. "I'm Olivia May, nice to meet you all." Olivia began. She was about to speak again, but a portal opened behind everyone, and a smaller Eladrin it seemed. Edited June 8, 2012 by TheBestIdiot122 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AurianaValoria1 Posted June 8, 2012 Author Share Posted June 8, 2012 Rhaine nodded to Olivia and was about to introduce herself when a portal opened and a very young half-eladrin appeared. She was armed and armored, but she couldn't been older than her teens. "And you are?" Rhaine asked, resting her hand on the hilt of Touch of Death...not necessarily as a sign of distrust, but as a sign of readiness. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaldurAnthology Posted June 8, 2012 Share Posted June 8, 2012 (edited) Saerileth hears a firm voice address her, and turns to see a woman with red hair and black wings standing there, hand on her weapon. Saerileth draws Carsomyr, The Holy Avenger, and sets it on the ground, and backs a pace away from it. She looks around, and sees two Drow, A Spirit Dwarf, A nymph with no clothes on, who cooed over her hair, then realized she was naked, then goes off embarrassed. "Thou should not be embarrassed about thy nudity, Nymph. Thy body is in the state in which it was conceived, and there is no shame in that." She continued looking around, and saw a Dryad, and an Ullitharid who looked in a lot of pain. Saerileth looked over at Rhaine. She bows deeply, and says 'I am Saerileth, Chosen of Tyr. On behest of mine god, I am here with thee, and will help in thy tasks to prove worthy of becoming Tyr's Proxy. It is an honor to sojourn with thee, Chosen of Kelemvor." Caladus walks over and bows formally to the young girl. "I am Caladus Silvercloak. I bid you welcome, child." He then walks to try and start a fire. Shaori walked to her bag, and after rummaging for a moment, found a white silk shirt that was a little long for her, but the Nymph would fit well. "Here, Ianthe. Wear this." She then goes to greet Saerileth, dropping a curtsy to the child. "P-pleased to meet you, young one, I-I am Shaori Winterwing," Byron moved around towards Nawen. He held out his hand. "It was a pleasure knowin ye, drow. Ah hope Ah dinnae bother ye too much." Edited June 8, 2012 by BaldurAnthology Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tokyobiohazard Posted June 8, 2012 Share Posted June 8, 2012 Ianthe smiled at Shaori as she took the shirt, "Thank you!" She stepped behind the tree where she'd left her things and began to dress. The leather of her pants and corselet were a bit crisp, but not unwearable, to her pleasure. She pulled on her pants and put her corselet in one of her bags. She pulled off her cloak and folded it neatly, placing it on top of the bag, then slid the silky halter-necked shirt on, noticing only a little of her midriff poked out from under the shirt. The skin of her bony, white hips was visible, but Ianthe liked it that way, as she could feel the breeze on her lower back as well as her upper back, thanks to the style of the shirt's neck. She walked out, pulling at her hair, trying to pull it in front of her eyes and see how long it was. Hazel bowed a bit to the two women, one of whom could scarcely be called that. "Hazel Ironroots. Charmed." She found herself drawn next to Byron, and she brushed her hand against his with a kind smile. It felt strange to touch a spirit. It was quite cold, but she didn't mind it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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