Worlde Arcane: The Lorimar Road 1: The Kiana Mile

Thursday, March 18, 2004 - 12:05 am GMT | Edit | Link |

"Scholar Orban," one of the Wardens said with a short bow in the darkness, "'tis good to see ye awake and mounted again, if ye can forgive me sayin' so, sir. And the Lady Erynne hath determined there be no magical portals nearby leading to Eire, thank the gods.

"Ah, Lady Erynne, shall we retire to the camp then now?" he asked, just as Orban was asking the halfling whether he had seen any magical portals.

Thursday, March 18, 2004 - 2:29 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC: A few pixies are NPCs, they stay away from non magickal people. Laugh and play around Magickals.}

Habby looked up past the current intrest to the half elven man behind the woman. Hm, seems to be a lot of tall people around this area. He speculated over this man, trying to figure out if this was a hot headed noble like most of the male Uman high class people he had met.

First, he listened to his question, not responding in any way. Instead, he kept his hooded eyes on the man as his mouth kept latched shut. If he were to answer with whatever premature riposte seeped in to his mind, it most likely would have ended up in a feud of critical remarks. Magick portals? Is this man mad? I have no knowledge on these things. Not that I think of it.. How are my own magickal abilities supplied? His small hand tipped up the large hat hugging his head., making his left eye partially naked to any light that was shed by the dancing fire pixies. As soon as a guardsmen spoke up to refer to a ‘scholar’. Maybe this wasn’t the hot-headed noble he had thought.. Habby finally responded in his calm and solemn voice, giving a smile of hope. Maybe this one could help him decide exactly what made him able to perform such magicks.

“Scholar ye say.. Hm. I don’t know of these magick portals you speak of.. Maybe if I ever see one, I’ll gain knowledge on this new subject.” He moved around most of the group, his head tipped upward so it would be able to see up his nose quite well. Then came a rare sight among Habby, a show of humor through his strange appearance. “Ye know.. My neck is getting sore, it would be in favor of my circumstances to lay down and rest. Could you lead I to the camp?” A smile curled from under his hat as he kept his gaze locked on the Half elven man.

The pixies that flew around Habby began to flock around both the lady and a few towards the newly met scholar. They danced and giggled, flaming wings bouncing around in the air as if in some sort of dance. That same feminine fairy that greeted Lady Erynne came up to Orban’s face, giggling as heat radiated around the spirit’s form. If it were allowed to get close enough, it would transfer heat towards his nose, radiating warmth as normal. Others fluttered around the scholar’s head without a care, playing childish games and participating in strange dances.

Thursday, March 18, 2004 - 6:55 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

*Her eyes began to weigh heavily in her head, but she was still reasonably alert, given the hour. The light cast by the pixies frollicking, playing and dancing around her head helped her keep her mind reasonably aware. Hearing the question that the Warden put forth, she turned her head with a smile. "Aye, then, let's get back."

*As she was about to go, she turned to Habby* "It's so, if ye like I could help ye with the neck soreness, or, if those if authority agree, ye may rest near the camp, as long as ye get neither too near the camp itself or the horses."*

*She watched the pixies play about her head, prepared to return to camp for som much needed rest of her own.*

Friday, March 19, 2004 - 9:07 am GMT | Edit | Link |

"Aye, m'Lady," the Wardens replied with a bow, then turned and tramped back to the LARGE CAMPSITE.

By Orban Magus - Tall, hetfy half-elf (Orban)

Friday, March 19, 2004 - 4:12 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

*The Lady Erynne Deirdre McTavish simply did, without preamble, that upon which she had been asked to opine. She turned and strode with the Wardens. She was silent, but looked regretful that she had found nothing as far as that thing which they had sought. She went back to the LARGE CAMPSITE, the regretful look somewhat, but perhaps not entirely masked.*

((OOC Erynne to the FLAT AREA SUITABLE FOR A LARGE CAMPSITE.))

Saturday, March 20, 2004 - 5:55 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Orban watched the halfling's "pixies" in fascination, noting their variety and qualities and quickly deciding that the books he had studied on the subject did no justice to these wondrous creatures. His manticore mount Thunder, on the other hand, disregarded the flittering shapes with casual grace. Understandable for one who lived on a plane where mystic creatures abounded, but the pixies amazed Orban and he promised himself he would seek out the tomes needed to learn how to summon these strange beings. One particularly noticeable and obviously female pixie flitting before his face was no exception to their general beauty and grace, and Orban thought he felt a warmth radiating from it - though the logical Orban attributed that only to the creature's flaming wings.

Upon the small Halfling's reply, Orban nonchalantly shrugged off the fact that the portal was likely never to be found. Whilst already beginning to brainstorm tactful ways to inform Jillian of their apparent 'failure', Orban replied to Habby a warm "This way then, good fellow" before gesteuring for the halfling to follow the path the Lady Erynne was tredding.

"I shall follow in your stead to bring up the rear." Orban intoned lastly, in a matter-of-fact voice. "The fact that we haven't found this 'portal' doesn't mean it does not exist, nor does it preclude the possibility that more enemies lurk nearby." With that Orban hoped they could begin moving back to the CAMPSITE - he was still considered injured, and Thunder's pelt was starting to toture his thighs after even such a short ride...

Saturday, March 20, 2004 - 11:53 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Habby followed quietly in to the camp, elaborate and strange fire pixies dancing upon the rim of his hat to cast an even larger shadow down the halfling's front exterior. A lonesome walk it was, last to leave Kiana mile and into the camp of the nobles. Hopefully he could have a nice chat with the scholar before he had to leave, in hopes of aquiring information on magickal abilities of some sort. Habby could summon elements, animals, entire beings from other plains of existance... The problem was, he didn't know how he could do it, he was able to perform such tricks since he was a small child.

Habby let this speculation rest as he stepped lightly in to the camp, the flaming pixies dancing and playing to themselves around the short man.

(OOC: To Campsite)

Monday, March 29, 2004 - 8:15 am GMT | Edit | Link |

A young Herald in bright red and yellow clothing led the military convoy from the FLAT AREA SUITABLE FOR LARGE CAMPSITE southeastward down the Lorimar Road, warning any traffic ahead to clear the road for the large siege engine transports rumbling along after him. As it was late morning, most of the farmer's wagons and other traffic headed for Kiana had already passed, and only a few stragglers were forced to pull their horses and carts off the roadway--such was the lot of the peasantry everywhere in the worlde. Anyone who failed to heed the warning of the unarmed Herald would be dealt with by the three Wardens following, though for now the cavalrymen kept their sabres sheathed at their sides as they rode along the highway. The cavlrymen wore colourful gold-trimmed red uniform tunics over their chainmail and yellow hose.

Two massive siege engine transports, drawn by eight-horse teams, creaked along behind, taking up fully half the roadway. Three more utilitarian wagons followed behind, along with some packhorses tethered to the wagons. The wagon drivers wore the same gold-trimmed red uniforms as the cavalrymen, though without the chainmail. The wagons drove relatively smoothly over the good roadway, headed onward to LORIMAR ROAD 2--BIGOBO SHADOW-WAYS.

By Jillian Griphon, 3rd daughter of Duke Griphon (Jillian)

Friday, April 2, 2004 - 8:27 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Another Herald in bright red and yellow clothing led the colourful main convoy from the FLAT AREA FOR LARGE CAMPSITE and headed southeastward on the Lorimar Road, warning the farmers and merchants and the odd itinerant traveler to again clear the road--frustrating many of them who had just got their wagons back on the highway, though with the two light cavalry squadrons riding by, they carefully kept their glowers pointed at the ground.

At the head of the convoy, two giant Celt nobles rode; in congruously at the head of the cavalry column, a lithe sixteen year old noblegirl rode on a warhorse, her long blonde hair draped down the back of a small jaguar-skin cape she wore over her narrow shoulders. The noblegirl wore the same gold-trimmed red uniform tunic and yellow hose as the cavalrymen following, though her uniform was of velvet and silks instead of the wool and cotton worn by the soldiers. And while the cavalrymen wore chainmail under their tunics, she had only a leather fencing shirt, her wiry-muscled arms bare as they held the reins of her mount.

Two Wardens rode to either side of the noblegirl, the one on her left bearing a large red-on-gold banner. Nineteen cavalrymen followed, riding three abreast, and two wagons rumbled along behind, along with tethered and ridden packhorses and spare warhorse mounts. At a canter, the colourful convoy drove down the highway, headed for LORIMAR ROAD 2--BIGBO SHADOW-WAYS.

Saturday, April 3, 2004 - 11:38 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Riding up from the LARGE CAMPSITE, the Lady Jillian rode primly and happily at the fore of the main column of the convoy, remembering to keep her pace to a canter so they would not overtake their own lead elements, sent on ahead to attempt to trip any ambushes. The day was pleasant for a ride, and the monotony of the long march had been broken by the battle the afternoon before.

"Prince Kayne," the young scioness called out from her saddle, "feel thou now much relieved? For thy mission here in northern Aniada be accomplished, and now thou do find thyself rid of many of thy worst enemies!" the noblegirl chattered on. Turning her blonde head to look about her, she asked, "Know thou whether Scholar Orban be mounted on his manticore this morn, or whether he did return to our wagon to ride and rest? 'Twas a strange thing, his absence from breakfast this morn...."

By Jillian Griphon, 3rd daughter of Duke Griphon (Jillian)

Saturday, April 3, 2004 - 5:54 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

*The steady clip-clop of hooves provided a soothing background melody for his brooding silent reflections as he rode near the head of the column. His response to Jillian was polite and kind as he turned his head to look in her direction.*

"It's a relief to me. I did what I thought right and what I had to do. I'm in yer debt fer assistance."

"I don't surely know where Scholar Orban is, but I assume he's all right. He did after all accompany the Lady Erynne outside yestereve tae search for a portal tae Eireann. The Lady Erynne did say he summoned Thunder last eve, so perhaps he be resting now. See ye Thunder now, then?" *He punctuated the question by looking about for Thunder himself.*

Saturday, April 3, 2004 - 9:39 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Holding her reins loosely in her small yellow-leather gauntlet clad hands, the Lady Jillian giggled lightly at Prince Kayne's response to her query. "'Tis a boon we are pleased to grant thee, Highness!" the Daughter of a Duke answered happily as she rode along. "'Twas our great pleasure to provide thee aid and succor in thy Most Noble mission of Justice and Right. For grants and receipt of debts be the way of nobles," the noblegirl looked over at the giant Celt with a coy smile. House Griphon had many in their debt, after all...

"Sergeant Saradush," the noblegirl asked the Warden-Sergeant riding to her left and slightly behind, "might we not speed our pace a tifle? For the day be bright and beautiful, yet this slow ride doth begin to bore me," she informed him petulantly.

"Oh, Prince Kayne, shall there be naught which shall delight thee?" the sixteen year old scioness asked, tilting back her blonde head and looking up at the sky before continuing. "Look thou, the day be splendid, our ride be most pleasant, glorious and magnificent hath been our path, all who did think to oppose us be either vanquished, or their fortunes be in eclipse, and yet," a look of mirth lit the Lady Jillian's young clear face as she looked towards Prince Kayne, "thou dost sit dully atop thy charger, brooding darkly behind thine iron mask!

"How then shall men know of thy victories?!?" the Lady Jillian asked excitedly, flicking her reins and kicking her warhorse up to a trot with impulsive emotion.

Saturday, April 3, 2004 - 11:32 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Habby trotted out of the Large Campsite on his new 'steed', bounding after the wagons that were rolling along. He looked over the large canine's head with a hazy nod, pushing his leg against the right side of the white dog he rode upon. Habby knew that this dog was quite compatible around horses and the proud exterior of most war horses were to think nothing of his steed but something they could possibly trample over. There was just something about this large four eyed beast that could coincide with the likes of the equine. It's sleek exterior..Grace was matched to the finest bred of horses.

The large canine responded to the commands of the halfling, bounding towards the line of carts going down the road. Each of the large bounds were the length of a wagon, at more than four times the speed of a horse. Within only a few seconds he was caught up to the back of the last wagon before bounding up to the point were Jillian and her company rode along. The beast first strided along to the left and slowed her pace before moving closer to the horses to make sure her presence was known to the large horses.

Habby rode atop the beast, the lack of sleep seeming to start to affect him. He slumped his head to the side to face the group with a barely seen smile. His hat sloppily put on to his head to show a bit of his untidy blonde hair sticking out from the side. "Hello." He knew that riding in on such a thing would rouse the cavalry, but the sense of humor that the beast he was riding upon seemed to sink in. He would think it would be quite humorous to see the reaction of their defenses at the sight of such an gallant.. but large beast. Much more humorous of the noble girl who seemed to like being on the highest horse..

Sunday, April 4, 2004 - 7:57 am GMT | Edit | Link |

*The giant Celtic Prince Kayne tried to meet the smile given to him by the truly beautiful and happy Lady Jillian, but a cloud seemed to have fallen over and upon his heart. His heart was not in the mood to smile, and even it had been, his mask would have hidden that pleasant expression from the view of anyone who had been able to look him in the face right now.*

*Following her lead, Kayne flicked his eyes up to the brilliant clear sky and the beautiful day. Strangely, the look was quick and Kayne all too rapidly moved his eyes back to the road ahead. It was only a moment before Kayne turned his head again to face the Lady Jillian Griphon, riding at her right side, and spoke. When he did, the voice that emanated clearly from behind the leather and metal facial shield of his chilling-looking mask was unmistakably a harsh, deep rumbling growl that indicated anger, yes, but moreso a brooding mood, a seriousness that would, at least for the present moment, allow no ray of the light of humor to sift its way through a wall of bleak gloom, like the clouds that herald the coming of a storm. His anger was not directed at Jillian because of something she had done or said, and Kayne did not raise his voice to her, but the grating deep, precise pacing of his words, coupled with the rumbling, thunderous growling of his vocalization would leave even the Lady Jillian Griphon herself in no doubt that the gentle nobleman she knew, while still present, had changed, and a brooding monster of a man and warrior of great seriousness had come, and it was THIS man who now rode beside her as a guardian of sorts, both for herself, and for her companions on the road as well.*

"They know because they see me come to them alive, even in tales and dreams. I live in flesh, blood, tales of the campfire, and the nightmares of the men, women, and children alike. They see me there, they say, coming for them all.. the blood of my enemies tainting the steel of my blade, and their screams of death echoing in their hearts as I swoop down upon them, an implacable avenger and bringer of sorrow, and in the ears of any the hear the tales of me,long after they fall. They fear me, that's as it's always been. I'm an angel to some, a bringer of tender mercy, a boon of kindness and grace, noble and true of heart and spirit as well. To others, I'm a monster, a nightmare made alive. A nightmare with a sword, with a face both beautiful and terrible. A nightmare as a man walking on the earth.. That's how they know me, Lady Jillian. They see me many ways in story, song, and dream. I am much to them. I am glory, and grief. Champion and bane. Light and joy. Darkness and death. I carry this all, it's in me, a part of who I am, and what I've been, and what I shall be, who can say? Shall anything delight me? Nay, M'Lady Jillian. Nay, and not for some time, yet. Yes... not yet. Just perhaps....later."

*Any listening to this bit of speech should come away with the fact that this was the darkest mood in which they had ever seen Kayne, or heard the giant Eirish monster and warrior speak. His hostility was not directed at them, but the venting of this simmering rage may hint that the darkness of the past still plagued Kayne's heart despite the recent conquering of his fallen foes, turning him from a gentleman to a monster... a Prince and a King, who COULD be tender, gracious and kind, but was a man of great rage and inner desolation and grief, fueled by the glory of battle and bloodlust and shielded by the fortress which he had built around his heart, of which the mask and armor were only tangible symbols and indicators.*

"Eireland's grand, M'Lady Jillian, and beautiful beyond words, but she's cold..... Bleak, rugged, cold and hard. A hard place, and she's given birth to a hard man. This is the man you see before you now."

*These words were given in hopes of explaining his hard bitter and serious self to her, in hopes of giving the reasons for and consolation also, for the unexpected coldness and rage which he had shown by his earlier quiet, but harshly and seriously intoned and growled speech to her, and to an extent to them all.*

*The great noise made to his side, appearing to resemble the bounding walk or leaps of some great beast, made hin turn his head. "Hey, there! EASY!" *He gave the words in a growled scream, using his legs, heels and knees to keep his white steed in check as she shied from the sight of the giant four-eyed dog that had something clearly equine about itself. The beast impressed Kayne, but he was angry at having been so startled by the sight of the giant thing, and having his horse spooked didn't make him any happier, even though he had been able to maintain his balance and footing and place within the saddle upon the giant horse he rode. He gave Habby a polite nod hello, the mask hiding his facial expression, though if Habby had heard any of his recent words to the Lady Jillian of House Griphon, Kayne's present angry condition would not be hard to see, or to feel either, for that matter.*

By Warden-Sergeant (Saradush)

Sunday, April 4, 2004 - 10:55 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Sergeant Saradush gave a faint smile at the polite 'request' from the Lady Jillian the convoy increase speed. The noblegirl was not only better looking, but also much more polite than the brash young noblemen who usually commanded such missions--men like Prince Kayne, for example. Yet she had, like all commanders, her own quirks, such as a tendancy to forget her own orders. Fortunately, the veteran Warrant Officer had learned over the years to handle the various quirks of his various commanders--in the case of the Lady Jillian, this usually meant considering her youth and noble arrogance naturally lead her to believe it impossible she could be wrong..."If we increase speed, m'Lady," he said with gravity, "then your clever plan to send some of our wagons on ahead to spring any ambush, as it were, should not work, should it?

"Nay, 'tis my recommendation we proceed at the canter set by yon Herald, Lady Jillian!" he called out to the noblegirl as she sped up, he and the convoy reacting after a moment to match the quicker pace of her horse.

Sergeant Saradush listened as Prince Kayne made his brooding answer to the Lady Jillian's lighthearted question, and thanked any gods who might be listening that Prince Kayne was not his commander. The nobleman was positively...suicidal, and would likely lead all those who would follow him down the same path, given time....

But the Warden-Sergeant kept his own counsel, after all it was not his place to judge how nobles chose to comport themselves. Instead, he was in the midst of acting to perform his duty, trying to think of more ways, if necessary, to explain to the Lady Jillian the need to maintain the sedate pace the convoy had been proceeding at, when he heard a small disruption coming up the left side of the convoy. Turning his head to see what was happening, he spotted the halfing who had shown up at the camp that morning riding on what appeared to be a large dog. Unusual, to be sure, but the rider and mount seemed to be acting in a nonthreatening manner, and the Lady Jillian had alread expressed her noble sanction allowing the fellow to ride with the convoy, something the Warden-Sergeant was duty-bound to honour as long as no obvious threat to the Lady Jillian was presented.

The horses seemed somewhat perturbed by the presence of the large dog, but as with the men of the cavalry squadrons, they also tended to feel safety in numbers. And so their riders were quickly able to calm them, the wagon teams and tethered horses were a bit more of a problem, but they seemed to be calming too as their ridden fellows were exhibiting less concern.

The Wardens riding to either side of the Lady Jillian (Sergeant Saradush himself and the banner-bearer), and presumably the Celt nobles and Scholar Orban as well, would not allow the stranger to ride close beside the noblegirl, but even at the edge of the column he would be in easy conversational distance with her.

By Jillian Griphon, 3rd daughter of Duke Griphon (Jillian)

Sunday, April 4, 2004 - 5:59 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

*She rode along silently near her Prince Kayne, every bit the queen in posture and mood. She listened also to Prince Kayne's dark speech, and sensed the pain behind it, though she not a mind reader. She glanced at SARADUSH breifly, giving a crestfallen shake of her head, and concentrated on riding on. She did, however, touch the officer lightly, unobtrusively, but he may feel it in any case. Her eyes seemed to ask that he not think badly of the Prince, though she did not express that vocally.*

*Being a mage herself, she did not react all that much to the sight of the giant dog, but she did smile for Habby and greet him kindly as she rode on her way along the path they all tread.*

Sunday, April 4, 2004 - 9:03 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"Oh, very well!" the Lady Jillian answered Sergeant Saradush petulantly, irritated at having no choice but to slow back down, and peeved that Prince Kayne would not even try to be happy this fine day...

When suddenly her attention was distracted by the commotion to the left of the military convoy. Turning her head imperiously and tilting her chin up, the noblegirl peered down her nose from her perch on her high horse at the sight of the halfling who had spoken to her that morning riding alongside on a large dog with four eyes. When her horse shied slightly underneath her, the highborn and bred girl ordered sharply, "Quiet, there!" to the animal, but patting the warhorse's neck with a gloved hand that was gentle in comparison to the tone of her words--the Lady Jillian was an excellent rider, and knew well how to control her horse, even if she had no particular concern for the animal.

Curious now at what she saw, the Lady Jillian asked, "Oh, Mister Habby, be thou not he? What a strange mount thou dost ride, from whence cometh it? Be that bounding along not uncomfortable?" the noblegirl's mood brightened quickly again with her interest in something new. "Scholar Orban doth ceaselessly complain of the ride on his ambling manticore," she remembered with a snicker. "And where be the good Scholar, for the nonce?" she wondered idly.

"And whither shall thy travels take thee, Mister Habby?" the Lady Jillian returned to her conversation (which was admittedly rather one-sided, given the rush the noblegirl's questions tumbled out with), forgetting whether she had heard the answer to that question before. "We ride for Daelows City, actually on to my home, Griphon Manor, a few hours past the city on the South Way," the sixteen year old blonde chattered happily as she rode along at the head of her cavalry escort, idly looking around at the scenery of carts and horses pulled off the highway to allow her passage--and the forest was slowly becoming more dense as well.

Monday, April 5, 2004 - 2:56 am GMT | Edit | Link |

The halfling gave an adolescent laugh towards Jillian before patting the dog's head twice to match her horse's speed. The warden was watching him but it wasn't as if he cared. "It came from another plane, something where apparently everythin' is shiny, white, and pretty. It's 'tually very comfortable seeing as the fur is 'stremely soft for a canine sort. You can have a feel if ya want." He resorted to rubbing the side of the strange canine's side with a giddy smile stuck to his face.. Most un-Habby-like.

You see, whenever the halfling was in the proximity of his summoned creature it would affect him by personality. Though it was mostly the desire to sleep, it came in a variety of different effects. From suicidal tendencies to extremely happy and annoying personality changes. This one's effect: The disappearing of Habby's anti-social abilities so he was just as open as the naive noble girl.

"Speakin' of the scholar.. I didn't see the half elf man anywhere around the camp. Tis a pity as well, I wanted to discuss magicks and how I am able to acquire.." Habby patted the side of the Dog's head affectionately as the large beast smiled and wagged it's tail in response. A large breath of freezing air escaped it's mouth as the corners of it's snout stretched in to a grin, frosting the ground where she breathed. "..This. Very strange to even to someone such as myself.

Amazingly, he managed to finish those answers before the exuberant girl could start with more, Habby being able to keep her pace of speech, if not faster. "I'm heading.. Somewhere. I'm actually just wondering around looking for employment Most likely with my skills I could enlist in an army as a mage.. Home near Daelows aye? Must be nice livin' in a Mansion. I hail from somewhere 'round Bigobo Shadow Ways, in a humble little home. Dreadful place to say the least."

By Jillian Griphon, 3rd daughter of Duke Griphon (Jillian)

Monday, April 5, 2004 - 5:56 am GMT | Edit | Link |

*Now, to any who were listening to him speak just moments before, what came next may seem a bit surprising. His mask would veil it, but from his vocal tone you just might think that the giant Eirish Prince Kayne was smiling underneath that which hid his face from view.*

"Just think, Lady Jillian, of it this way. The slower we go, within reason, the better we can enjoy the day. 'Tis a fine one after all, and the Sargeant be right. We'll have time to have warning from those ahead if stay slow."

*This quick bit of conversation was a complete turnabout from his earlier brooding intonations. He seemed genuinely lighthearted and mirthful. What was surprising to him, was how much the Halfling Mister Habby changed in his demeanor when speaking with the Lady Jillian at this moment. Even to a serious man like Kayne, this was a refreshing change of pace.*

Monday, April 5, 2004 - 8:53 am GMT | Edit | Link |

"It looks very nice, Mister Habby," the Lady Jillian called out politely from her perch on her warhorse in the middle of the fore of the main column. Then, comprehension dawned, lighting up her young face as she understood, "Ah, thou art summoner as well, hence thou should greatly desire to speak with Scholar Orban!" The noblegirl grinned, pleased to have worked this out for herself. "He be both fine scholar and master summoner," she spoke proudly of her onetime schoolmate, though the half-elf was almost two years older than she. "Thus, summoning magic seems not so strange to me," she informed those present around her, if they could follow her logic, "though more than a trifle unreliable!" she finished with a giggle, remembering many of the disasters a younger Orban and his fellow mage novices had displayed while learning their art, and even on occasion once they had become accomplished in their magic.

"Aye, employment," the noblegirl nodded her blonde head sagely. "'Tis necessary to find a patron, to be certain. The Daelows Army would hire only mage graduates from either the Trinsic Mage Guilde School, or the Daelows Wizards' School. But many noble Houses, ours included, do of course hire itinerant magickers, such as thyself," the Voice of Duke Griphon informed him primly as she rode along beside the large House Griphon banner. "Typically under contract for a specific task, though we do have some powerful mages under retainer," she continued helpfully, then added, "But those under retainer be all from one of the Schools, methinks.

"Ah, we do have townhouses in all three cities in Daelows Kingdom, Mister Habby," the university-educated noblegirl responded to his comment, having some little difficulty understanding the halfling's rather informal speech and thought patterns. "Yet my home we now head for, be a manor, with a castle keep and lands, and even our own lake," she added by way of clarification. "Though I suppose," the highborn girl allowed with her newfound wisdom from travel across a continent, "it doth be nice to live there, aye. Far nicer than the hut of a peasant, to be sure, or even of any home we did see in Kiana.

"I must admit," the sixteen year old scioness said after a moment of thought, "that while I do find both excitement and satisfaction in providing support to this Most Noble Cause of Justice and Right that be the mission of Prince Kayne," she smiled here, "I do find this roughing it in the field quite dreadful living conditions. And so I shall indeed continue to look forward to leaving behind these primitive living conditions within the military camp, and returning to my apartments at Griphon Manor!" she declared with feeling.

"Lookst thou not forward to our return to civilization, Prince Kayne?" the Lady Jillian asked. "For though thou art barbarian, methinks still thou dost appreciate the comforts of the Manor of my Lord and Father!

"Bigobo Shadow Ways, indeed, Mister Habby?" the Lady Jillian asked. "We shall soon be traversing that part of the Lorimar, later today, mayhap, Sergeant Saradush?" the noblegirl asked for confirmation from an unimpeachable source.

"Wouldst thou like to study at Daelows Wizards' School, mayhap, Mister Habby?" the Lady Jillian asked after a time. "I do study at Daelows City Universitie," she informed him. "Although they shall miss me for the duration of this mission!" she added happily. "Scholar Orban be a much better student than I!" the sixteen year old noblegirl clarified for any who might not realize this fact. "He doth study at the Trinsic Mage School still."

Tuesday, April 6, 2004 - 9:12 am GMT | Edit | Link |

*Kayne's tone was gentle and light this time but his reply to the query of the Lady Jillian of House Griphon was simple and direct. Though brief in duration, the reply was padded with a light vocal tone that seemed to carry a smile within itself. Again, however, the mask of Kayne would hide his facial expression from the worlde.*

"Yes, I do. Yes."

*He seemed much more at ease now than he had before, as he rode along his way, feeling the comfort of the Lady Erynne's prescence nearby, acting like a further balm to soothe his heart and spirit, coupled with the Lady Jillian Griphon's cheerful vivacity.*

By Warden-Sergeant (Saradush)

Thursday, April 8, 2004 - 4:12 am GMT | Edit | Link |

"Aye, Lady Jillian," Sergeant Saradush responded to the query posed him by the noblegirl, "in fact, belike we shall camp in the Bigobo Shadow Ways this night. With your concurrance, of course, m'Lady," he added formally, giving a short bow from the saddle. When the Herald riding ahead looked back to notice the convoy had closed on him a bit, the Warden-Sergeant waved his hand to send the boy on to continue his duty warning the traffic ahead to clear the highway for the convoy.

The veteran soldier returned his attention to the halfling riding his large dog to the left of the riders at the head of the main column.

By Jillian Griphon, 3rd daughter of Duke Griphon (Jillian)

Saturday, April 10, 2004 - 1:28 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC Sorry for the delay, had a long week)

Habby seemed to get a barrage of conversation in return of the few comments he had made. Soon he gave a smiling response, thinking of her as a very high class girl who had no survival skills once again. He responded in defense of the outdoors and the peace of the wilderness, giving the same royal tone she supported but not in the honor of his own kind. "Dreadful? Have you ever had the chance to 'tually sit in placid surroundings to look 'pon the stars in the dark night? Look upon the waving blades of grass to let thoughts cross your mind? 'Tis a tremendous experience at the least if you really are to slow down for a moment and get back to silence. You may take your surroundings as troublesome, but keep in mind nothing is easy.“ He gave a large breath in appreciation of fresh air with only the road in sight besides the obvious untamed nature.

The halfling turned his face to the young lady as the dog tossed her head a few times before moving in to her normal pace. To the common eye the canine seemed to be disturbed by a passing fly or other insect, though it was far from the truth of the origination of the strange motion.

"Enrollment in a university? Never would I refine my magick skills.. It is unnecessary for I control most every beast I can conjure. No matter size.. but intelligence and aggressiveness. This creature I mount upon is as gentle as any normal horse, therefore 'tis easy to share a common mind chain." He began to explain dynamics of what he knew about summoning, but he did not want to bore the poor Uman. So, he shortened the response in to a humorous response, though it may have been a jest to another, Habby was very much serious. "The only way my steps would ever lead to this 'Trinisic Mage School' or 'Daelows Wizards' school' would be under the title of a teacher, not a student."

Saturday, April 10, 2004 - 5:03 am GMT | Edit | Link |

"Aye, to look upon the stars in the darkness of a warm summer night be most pleasant, to be sure, Mister Habby," the noblegirl agreed readily. Shifting restlessly in her saddle from boredom at the slow pace of their progress, she added from rememberence, "I have been to parties on the Castle lawn where we did delight at the sight of the stars, why the mages often would put on a show of fire and light and sound," the sixteen year old Daughter of a Duke remembered fondly. "And out by our own Lake Crystal, at Griphon Manor, 'twas often a find evening spent in good company under the canopy of stars overhead. As thou sayest, 'twas quite pacific, often a welcome respite from nights of balls and parties. Other than sometimes the need to swat flies away from one's food, that is," she giggled at the thought. "Oh, and once the Lady Helen was stung by a bee under her bodice," the noblegirl giggled harder at the memory, "though that party was not at Griphon Manor!" she declared firmly. "Still, to delight in such surroundings for a few hours be one thing, Mister Habby; to live with such constantly be quite uncomfortable," the noblegirl lifted her chin and looked down archly from her warhorse.

"Though, to be sure," the university-educated girl answered thoughtfully, "naught of great moment doth come easily. Why, it took me years of practice to obtain skill with riding and sword, and at Trinsic Academy, on more than one occasion I was made to run fast, and at the behest of commoner instructors no less, straining myself most dreadfully," the highborn girl swiveled her blonde head to look about for the sympathy of her companions at this unpleasantness, "merely to be allowed to move on to advanced riding lessons. Though," she added proudly, a grin on her young face, "often I was chosen to demonstrate some riding techniques to our class, such was the proficiency I was able to achieve."

Upon hearing the halfling's declaration he would not enroll in a university, the Lady Jillian giggled, "Oh, I wish I had thy surety in this matter, when I would speak with my Lord and Father on this matter. Then, I should not be required to spend endless afternoons listening to professors natter on about some obscure point of metaphysics, nor be called upon to interpret some uninteresting fragment of poetry, nor indeed should I be forced to venture into debates on optimal levels of taxation. Although," she added in a somewhat illogical non sequitur, "such education be useful when one must needs make decisions for many others. Why, I should never have undertaken the support of this quest, journeying across a continent in support of our Noble Friend and Ally, Prince Kayne," here the noblegirl turned her head to smile upon the masked giant Celt, "without my training and education to give me knowledge of what to do." Having noticed something amiss with the lay of her small jaguar-skin cape while turning her head, the sixteen year old blonde interrupted her soliloquy to reach up with a leather-gloved hand to tug the offending garment back into postion. Again satisfied with her appearance, the Lady Jillian finished, "And of course, 'twas necessary to bring along Warden-Sergeant Saradush and Wagon-Master Horraine, and others, so to use their knowledge to assist and guide us.

"So thou dost not wish to refine thy magick skills, Mister Habby," the noblegirl wondered, her mind returning to something the halfling had said. "Whyever not? I strive constantly to improve my skill in areas of importance to me, education be an important part of this, methinks. Else I should be like thy current military government of Kiana, powerful and without knowledge," the Lady Jillian declared primly, almost unthinking now in her realization of the power two squadrons of light cavalry gave her here. "I be no expert in matters of magic, Mister Habby, as those tiresome professors I did mention earlier should surely attest to!" she laughed shortly. "Still, it doth seem unlikely one unschooled and without extensive study and information in regards magic should exceed the knowledge of Trinsic Mages, or Daelows Wizards, who have decades of study and experience. This fact is borne out," the Daughter of a Daelows General declared imperiously, slashing the air with a small yellow-leather-gloved hand to emphasize her point, "when one should consider the outcome of our recent unfortunate conflicts with thee of Kiana, Mister Habby. But," she allowed with a toss of her long blonde hair, "this be the area of expertise of Scholar Orban, not myself. Mayhap our good half-elf shall have some input on the subject at a later time.

"Prince Kayne," the highborn and bred girl suddenly wondered, "what subjects didst thou study, during thine education?"

Saturday, April 10, 2004 - 11:15 am GMT | Edit | Link |

*The giant masked Celt Prince Kayne had been well content to rest and let Habby and the Lady Jillian converse. Kayne had no magical training, to be sure. His Princess the Lady Erynne did, certainly, but he was not she. Still, even Kayne wondered at the wisdom of someone who would not seek to brush up upon or improve their skill at something, should they get the chance. He exchanged glances with Erynne a time or two during the talk.*

*Predictably, though not without a bit of surprise, though not regret, Kayne found himself called upon to speak. His mask would hide a smile, so Kayne did no bother to put one on his face.*

Well, it's.... it's a mix really. Since I was a wee lad, me father and lord King Robert said I should be trained in the ways of war, and so 'twas, thanks tae the very best warriors in the clan, as well as time with King Robert himself as much as he could give tae me."

*Kayne's face took on a thoughtful look before he continued speaking.*

"Of course the Queen didn't remain silent on these matters. It was she that tutored me in many of life's gentler arts, she and the women in her service. It's from them I got knowledge of dance, music, cooking and other such things. I was always told to be rounded well and diverse in the skills I possessed."

By Jillian Griphon, 3rd daughter of Duke Griphon (Jillian)

Monday, April 12, 2004 - 1:33 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Habby smiled at the girl's giggling, remembering fond memories of his childhood in which Sasky Mc'kae would laugh in embarrassment whenever Habby had the chance to pick her a flower from Mrs. Jerald's flower patch. Fond memories indeed, but they were long gone and for all he knew.. Sasky may have been already dead. But if she wasn't she would be a fine lady no doubt.

He shook from his distant memory to respond to her rebuttal of how great it was in protected walls. He was, however, ready for this and responded to her with a reason to go beyond walls and to sit by herself. "Ye have to keep in mind Miss Jillian, that in the protected walls of the castle there is the very possible chance you may be interrupted from your peace. Out in the wilderness there is no end to the solemn silence of the night but daybreak. Tis more refreshing than the controlled grasses of the castle." Habby raised his eyebrows to challenge her views on the controlled environment of a yard compared to the to great outdoors.

After mentioning the lectures of the university and the boring teachers that would insist on teachings of poetry and things he didn't really care for. That reinforced his reasoning in not enrolling in a university. He learned of reading and math in his younger ages so he needed nothing of that sort. Riding and swordsmanship was something he needed not, as well as anything else that did not relate to magicks. There was also the matter of him, being the only summoner he has ever seen on his short travels. The sight of another creature being able to pull creatures from another plane would truly baffle him. It was natural magickal abilities to him and he knew nothing of learning the art of summoning.

"Do ye know anyone else that is able to control such creatures miss? For I never have laid eyes on another that could do so. If there is a class on the passages of controlling unworldly monsters I would surely like ta visit your school of wizardry." He stroked the side of the dog's neck as soon as he finished speaking to calm the beast of it's sudden head throw.

Habby focused his attention off of the young Uman and on to the more massive masked being to respond of his skills in cooking and music. Though the looks of Habby were roughish and unfit, his singing voice was one to be heard and his culinary works were ones to be tasted. "Cooking ye say? 'Long with music? I'll have ta have a chat with ya on a stop some time in the future. I, as well, excel in these skills and would like to share knowledge on these matters!"

Monday, April 12, 2004 - 2:30 am GMT | Edit | Link |

The noblegirl stiffened and sat straight in her saddle at being called 'Miss Jillian' by this commoner, "I be the Lady Jillian, Mister Habby," she declared in a surprisingly hard voice for a sixteen year old girl. Eyes flashing dangerously, she tilted her head and looked down from her warhorse at the halfling on his big dog, "Thou wouldst do well to remember this."

Calming herself, and choosing to believe his mistake had been born of ignorance rather than deliberate insult, the highborn Lady Jillian answered his queries regarding other summoners with a harsh laugh and toss of her long blonde hair, "Aside from Scholar Orban, thou meanest, know I other summoners? Aye, I did know several such at Trinsic Academy, though all were students. I have been told," she continued airily, "that a master summoner can hold more than a hundred such creatures in thrall to his will. There are even rumours," the noblegirl smiled thinly here, and lowered her voice, "there be those summoners who do control demons..."

Listening to Prince Kayne's response to her query about his education, and the subsequent interest, the Lady Jillian giggled, "Indeed, Prince Kayne, cooking be a subject taught in the universities in Eireland then? But thou knowest what I meant!" the young scioness declared primly, thinking the giant Celt was teasing her this fine day. "What of thy training in literature, in philosophy and mathematics, in languages?" she wondered brightly, imposing her experiences on her imagination of his.

"Oh, and Mister Habby," the noblegirl called out sweetly as she rode along at the fore of the convoy. "Thou shouldst know, we shall not stop 'till we make camp this evening!" Returning her attention to the roadway ahead, the Lady Jillian rode on, following her herald, leading the convoy onward to THE LORIMAR ROAD 2--BIGOBO SHADOW-WAYS.

Monday, April 12, 2004 - 6:19 am GMT | Edit | Link |

*The Prince Kayne rolled his eyes behind the mask when the Lady Jillian stiffened in her saddle and admonished Sir Habby to grant her her proper title. His eyes flicked briefly to Habby and then to Erynne and back to Jillian once she had apparently calmed herself. He caught Erynne smiling at him, but he did not draw attention to her. The smile was a private thing. He spoke to the Lady Jillian in a quiet voice resplendent with melodious thunder and the music of Eireland in it's elegant timber and grace.*

"I was taught many things my Lady. As the son of the Aird Righ, I was given the best the land had tae offer. We've schools in Eireland for bards, for warriors, for poets, and the like. A bard is the life blood of the people, connecting that which is with that which was, and that which is to come. The bard is welcome before commoner and Lord alike. The greatest of them is the Phantarch, the Chief Bard of the land, chosen as the best by his peers, the best of all the realms of my land, but each order is schooled in different skills and lore. For instance, the Gwyddon is what you call a physician as well as a bard, and the Penderwydd is the personal bard and advisor to a King, skilled in politics. I was given tutelage personally by the chief of each Bardic class, by my Lord King Robert's express command and that of the Queen Deirdre also. I speak the languages of Eire and the nearby islands, and am learned in the subjects ye've touched on. I've been tutored in mathematics and yes, can read, and have had and taken part in many philisophical discussions with my tutors and my Lord King Robert's chieftains.Of course, though, I've no magical training. My Lady here has had such from girlhood and is quite proficient in it." *His eyes travelled with some degree of fondness to the Lady Erynne Deirdre McTavish here, but the Lady lowered her head slightly, her fair face and cheeks blooming a slight shade of dusky rose or pink.*

*He turned his head to look at Sir Habby here.* "The Banfaith, or prophetess, of my father long told him he should give the seed to rear a mighty warrior of legend, who should ne'er die of old age, or disease, a King. He has done so, but I am known for more than skill at swords, Sir Habby. I have been tutored in music and cooking arts and woodsmanship since boyhood, for we learn even in youth how to survive in the wild should it be needed. Even our noble youth receive such tutelage. I play all the instruments of my people, as does my Lady *he spoke this with another glance at the blushing Lady Erynne* and I should be glad to share or partake of your knowledge in such things."

*When he had finished speaking, he turned his head and body to face the road ahead and rode, guiding his great white warsteed Deirdre in a reasonable pace for the situation they were all in right now, on towards THE LORIMAR ROAD 2--BIGOBO SHADOW WAYS.*

By Warden-Sergeant (Saradush)

Tuesday, April 13, 2004 - 1:56 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Sergeant Saradush rode along at the head of the slow-moving colourful convoy of two squadrons of light cavalry and some part of the baggage train, thoroughly enjoying the experience of the fine day, the flapping of banners in the wind, the clopping of the horse hooves and the jangle of tack and weapons, riding just to the left of the sixteen year old blonde Lady Jillian...

Listening vaguely to the conversation going on across him, the Warden-Sergeant and convoy followed the Lady Jillian to THE LORIMAR ROAD 2--BIGOBO SHADOW-WAYS.

Thursday, April 15, 2004 - 1:38 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC: Don't be afraid to double post in front of me.. I'm a slow poster and I know it, if it's not really necessary for my character to speak just go ahead. fyi The dog summon is about the size of a horse, but longer.)

Habby sneered at her as his sullen mood returned, realizing she was very much a noble. He hissed at her a few words to her that vaguely were understandable to be heard as: "Miss Jillian, I treat all with the same respect and do not hold my blade aside those who don't share my view. Dos phuul naut ussta jabbuk." She looked proudly down upon him with her horse. That horse that she rode upon was a symbol of supremacy though his dog could very much tear it to shreds along with whatever sat upon it. The canine seemed to feel Habby's anger along with the frustration with being looked down upon. It bared it's needle-like teeth towards the war horse with it's long neck swerving in an' almost serpentine motion.

The canine blew a cloud of frosted air towards the horse as Habby steered the dog away from the purely arrogant girl and kept pace a few strides back as he dwelled in anger. The joy of finding a young exuberant lady had mystified his vision of what she really was.. A brat playing noble who seemed to hit all of Habby's nerves.

Habby trotted along silently, with the wagon's pace upon his infuriated steed. The dog's head wavered back and forth still and shot breaths of cold air out randomly. Habby rode on with a lowered hat and a common grit of the teeth on to the Bigobo Shadow-Ways.

By Anonymous

Friday, May 7, 2004 - 8:58 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Vyshan rode along silently, looking at the road for signs of the encampment. They obviously had left only recently, a fact that lifted her spirits even more. They should catch up soon.

"How do you like Soldax, Alaric?"

Saturday, May 8, 2004 - 10:38 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Following Vyshan, he, too, was watching the sides of the road. Over the years the mercenary had learned to be extremely alert, extremely vigilant at all times. It was tiring, but oftentimes necessary. His bow was still on his back, and the quiver of armor-piercing arrows was strapped to his saddle. Each was easily two feet long, with a wicked razor-pointed tip and black feathers.

Vyshan's question jolted him back out of his thoughts. "He and me, we are much the same. I think we understand each other. Your friend is an excellent breeder."

By Anonymous

Sunday, May 9, 2004 - 5:35 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Vyshan was pleased.

"Yes, Tammis takes great pride in her horses, and in all things she does."

The girl was silent for a moment, happy to be riding Zyn once again.

"Alaric, are you looking forward to working again?"

Tuesday, May 11, 2004 - 7:31 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Alarik stroked the stubble on his chin; he woudl have to shave again soon. Then he ran a black-gauntled hand through his hair. He stroked the back of the horse and scratched Soldax behind the ears. The stallion responded with a snort and tossed his head.

"I don't think that I... look forward to working. My line of work is not something I think anyone should look forward to. After all, my business is, when it is all boiled down, being paid to kill people."

The mercenary's cold blue eyes swept the area before them, not missing a single detail. A stick there, crooked in a certain way, a rock here, knocked out of place by a traveler's foot.

"But at the same time, without my work, I wouldn't survive. So I guess you could say that I am... anticipating it, but not with much excitement."

They continued, on horseback, toward the Lady Jillian's encampment

By Anonymous

Wednesday, May 12, 2004 - 9:33 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Vyshan thought long and hard on Alarik's reply. Yes, she'd heard of men hired to kill, knew they were a necessary part of the worlde; however, she'd never been this close. I guess this what being out in the worlde is all about, she mused.

When the young girl formulated a response that didn't sound too innocent and naive, she spoke.

"Our positions in this worlde are so different, you and I, yet here we are, as friends, I assume." She paused in thought for a moment. "But we're both seeking...something more than the obvious."

There was another question she wanted to ask. Being young worked in her favor because most creatures wouldn't dare ask something so personal. But Vyshan, though book smart, had little experience with life outside the school, so her query was offered up with innocence.

"Um, Alarik, if you don't mind my asking, if you don't really look forward to your work, then why do it? Isn't there something else you could do to pay your way and give you pride?"

Friday, May 14, 2004 - 3:43 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Alarik looked at his hands for a long time, then the sword strapped to his saddle, then to the forest, and then back to the girl riding beside him. Had he misjudged her? She had seemed so delicate, young, innocent... unscarred. But was there a strength there he had missed? A wisdom beyond her years? Whatever it was, her words made him search within his own soul to places he had long buried.

"I have been in this business of death and decay for several years now, Vyshan, and I have never gotten used to it. As a child, I was raised to be the greatest warrior in the land, then charged to protect the life and bloodline of my best friend."

His cold gaze shifted to the road before them, his gauntlets gripping the reins tightly.

"I failed." The mercenary felt the left side of his face where the scar intersected with his jawline. It still hurt, sometimes, that scar, given to him so long ago, and this was one of those times. He grimaced, then turned back to Vyshan.

"For me, there is only battle. Battle and death are all I know. I was trained since childhood to embrace death as a friend, a welcome ally. But death has claimed all I have."

He motioned to his sword, his armor, his scar, and his bow. "These are all that remain. For me, this is all I have."

By Anonymous

Friday, May 14, 2004 - 8:29 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

With absolute truth in her eyes, Vyshan said, "You have me, Alarik."

And keeping with her desire to be as honest as possible, she added, "Because of the nature of my quest, I can't promise the length of my physical presence, but", she placed her small hand over her heart, "I'll keep you close here."

Vyshan wasn't sure why she felt close to this gentleman, why a man with such a dissimilar background would feel comfortable to her, but the girl was a good judge of character. That was one of the reasons they accepted her into the school. The girl has a gift. Call it intuition, if you wish. I see more, the Father Druid had said. Vyshan had learned to trust her instinct, and this time it said to trust Alarik.

"I'm sorry you carry such pain, Alarik. I can only imagine the conflict between your head and your heart. But the Elders have said that everyone must fail at something in life. Without failure there is no learning. Unfortunately, some lessons exact a price much too dear. But you are not alone, Alarik. I shall stay with you as long as I can."

Vyshan wasn't sure the presence of a young novice with little skill beyond minimal elemental magick would offer comfort, but it was all she had to give her new friend, and she gave it freely.

Sunday, May 16, 2004 - 4:04 am GMT | Edit | Link |

The ends of Alarik's cliff-etched face tugged slightly upward in what could be called akin to seeing a solid rock smile. It was a sad smile, but the mercenary felt full gratitude for the girl. They had not even known each other very long, but something in her seemed... familiar.

Redstone nodded his head. "My thanks." He couldn't place it, but perhaps Vyshan reminded him of himself so many years ago. The man wasn't even that old; he had only seen twenty-nine winters, but the years had been hard on him. His face, though still strikingly handsome, had been weathered by years of worry and anguish. Perhaps this girl reminded him of who he had been before all had been lost, before he had failed.

The big man shifted his weight. "Then you have me as well. Though I am a sword-for-hire, no gold, nor silver, nor gems, will buy my loyalty from you."

He mused, We are so different, she and I. Almost polar opposites, as it seems. What force of destiny brought us together? He then looked back to Vyshan, his cold eyes warmed somewhat. It had been a long time since he had had a true friend. His life had been a long series of losses, and long ago he had felt that the best way to stop the pain was not to become too close to anyone.

But something was different this time. Perhaps it was her innocence, almost childlike, that stirred something within him. "Perhaps we can learn from each other."

By Anonymous

Monday, May 17, 2004 - 10:33 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Vyshan was more than content. A friend and a teacher. This was a good beginning.

"Nor mine from you, Alarik. I know we can learn from each other, though I'm not sure what I have to offer. At eighteen, I've a year in the direct service to the school and little in the world outside my father's home. This is my chance to explore and see if being a priestess is really my calling."

The birds in the trees were quiet; shadows were lengthening. It was perhaps time to stop for the night.

"Do you think we should stop for the night and resume at first light?"

Saturday, May 22, 2004 - 3:55 am GMT | Edit | Link |

The large man turned his head and spotted a small clearing on the side of the road. An old campsite, probably used by many people on their travels. "This looks like a good spot," he said, steering Soldax over to the clearing. The ashes of an old fire were cold, spread around in a small circle.

Alarik vaulted off his horse and stood beside him. "If we're going to catch up with Jillian, you'll need to get some rest." The armored mercenary started toward the forest. "I'm going to gather some firewood. If you need me, just holler."

He disappeared into the darkened forest, picking up loose logs and sticks as he went.

By Anonymous

Sunday, May 23, 2004 - 2:12 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Vyshan joined Alarik on the ground, nodding as he went in search of firewood. While he was out, she prepared come of the vegetables brought from home, stripped some nearby herbs from their stalks, and filled a pot with water from the stream down a small embankment. The evening meal wouldn't be much, but it would be warm.

Friday, May 28, 2004 - 12:08 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Alarik walked through the forest, picking up fallen logs and sticks as he went. The dark cloak around his shoulders made him almost invisible in the falling light. Yet, he had the feeling someone was watching him, almost like eyes drilling a hole into the back of his skull. And yet, he couldn't pinpoint the direction.

The mercenary had learned to trust his "sixth sense" over the years, and this was no exception. Laying the firewood carefully on the ground, he drew the great sword "Frost," from his back, the cold Runesteel steaming in the moonlight. Something was here, something watching.

Yet when he turned around, nothing.

By Anonymous

Saturday, May 29, 2004 - 3:27 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The pot was ready for supper, filled with root vegetables and herbs pulled from nearby patches. Vyshan was waiting for Alarik to return when her skin prickled making her feel uncomfortable. Slowly she rose and walked to the edge of the wood where Alarik was searching for kindling.

"Alarik? I have supper ready. Alarik? Are you all right?"

Saturday, May 29, 2004 - 6:53 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Alarik blinked. It had disappeared. Whatever it was in the forest that had been there, it was now gone. Looking around, he could only faintly see the silhouetted outlines of the trees in the woods. Whatever it was, it was gone now. The mercenary stooped over and scooped the firewood back into his arms after sheathing Frost on his back, the Runesteel blade rasping against the scabbard.

He shook himself, then, "I'm all right. Everything's fine." Supporting three large logs on his shoulders and an armful of kindling, the mercenary stepped out of the wood to find Vyshan waiting for him. It surprised him, somewhat, to see see such genuine concern on her part, but then again, it didn't. They had much to learn from each other.

Turning back toward the woods, he said, "It's just..." his voice faltered and faded, "I thought something was...", then, "Never mind. I'm all right." The mercenary set to the area where the cold ashes were spread in a black circle on the ground, then dropped the wood on the ground.

"We better get this fire started before it gets too dark."

By Anonymous

Monday, May 31, 2004 - 7:12 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Vyshan helped Alarik ready the fire, propping the stew pot just above the flames. It didn't take long for the small meal to simmer, and soon a hot supper was before them.

"Alarik? If you don't mind my asking, what did you sense out there? It's best not to ignore your instinct, the priestesses always say. Did you feel danger? Shall I place a ring of protection around us while we sleep?"

Wednesday, June 2, 2004 - 9:06 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Alarik shook his head. "No... whatever it was, it's gone now. But something was out there, something dark... cold..."

"Thanks for the supper. You should get some rest. I'll keep watch tonight. If it comes back, we'll need to be ready."

By Anonymous

Thursday, June 3, 2004 - 6:06 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

After cleaning up from supper, Vyshan packed everything for the morning, made sure Zyn was content, and readied her bed. Without hesitation, she walked the perimeter of the site, speaking the words of protection...just in case. She was sure Alarik could handle whatever darkness came forward, but a little assistance never hurt. Opening her mind just a touch so she could be aware if needed, the girl scanned the forest once more.

"Very well, then. If you need, it shan't take much for me to wake. We should rise before the sun. I'll bet we're not far from our destination. Good night, Alarik, and thank you for taking watch."

Curling into a small patch of brush and moss, Vyshan was quickly asleep.

Monday, June 7, 2004 - 4:34 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Alarik leaned back against a large tree and took a deep breath. To make himself more comfortable, he took the sword and scabbard off his back and laid them across his legs. Looking into the night sky and the darkening twilight, he picked out the stars and named them one by one. In his many years traveling, he had learned to know the stars as his friends, familiar companions in the long journeys and roads.

The night was peaceful, and for all intensive purposes, there was no true need for a watch. The mercenary didn't sleep much anymore. Every night he was plagued by nightmares, dark, terrible things. Sometimes they were his memories of his failure, other times of fantastic nightmare beasts. But ever since that day, he had slept little, and only viewed the night as not a time of rest, but a continuation of the day.

He got up and walked to Soldax, letting the stallion smell him before reaching out to rub his long snout. He envied the beasts. No nightmares would plague their dreams, no sense of shame would destroy their spirits.

By Anonymous

Tuesday, June 8, 2004 - 8:30 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Vyshan heard the rustling of restless souls through her dreams. Once they were sifted and separated, her eyes opened, and she smiled at her friend.

"Good morning, Alarik." Stretching the last of the sleep from her muscles, she rose, and walked to the remnants of last nights fire. "I think we can coax this back to life."

While she set about making a small breakfast of herb tea and leftover stew, she hummed lightly, feeling quite content. "I trust you had a pleasant evening?"

Monday, June 14, 2004 - 8:17 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC: Sorry I just went on a short-term missions trip and couldn't really post since we didn't have any computers.)

Alarik nodded to Vyshan as the moon disappeared under the horizon and the stars faded from view. "As good a night as any," he replied, somewhat nonchalantly, trying to appear unconcerned. The night had been cold, but his cloak had kept him well insulated from the temperature.

"How was your rest?"

By Anonymous

Tuesday, June 15, 2004 - 7:17 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

OOC: Welcome back.

"Restorative. I'm anxious to get on the road, however." She prepared and offered him some breakfast.

"We should get on the road as soon as possible to make the most of the light. I don't think they are far ahead, but it's best not to linger. I get the feeling something bothered you in the night. Don't worry about frightening me, Alarik., but if there's something I need to be aware of, please let me know."

Friday, June 18, 2004 - 3:24 am GMT | Edit | Link |

"I'm all right," Alarik said, accepting the breakfast with a nod of thanks. "It's nothing to worry about. I just haven't been getting much sleep, that's all." He knew he was lying... but it was best not to disturb her as well. When the time came that his burden was unbearable, he would let her know. But not now. He didn't want to trouble her.

Redstone turned from her. He had the feeling she knew he was lying. Turning back to face her, he finished his breakfast and cleaned it off, washing it in a small creek. "I agree. We should be off soon. If the convoy is a military convoy as the halfling said, they will not spare any time in making their way."

The morning was brisk. Alarik pulled that dark cloak about him, pulling the hood up as well. If one didn't look closely, his face was invisible, replaced simply by a black... nothingness.

By Anonymous

Friday, June 18, 2004 - 7:51 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Vyshan knew she would need to let it pass. He would speak to his concern when the time was right. She didn't mean to pry, but the girl was curious by nature. Sometimes too curious.

Smiling sweetly, she cleaned up from breakfast making sure the fire was out, and readied for travel.

"Shall we be off? How fast can you ride? Mayhaps we can be there by nightfall."

After issuing the challenge, she spurred on her horse, kicking up dirt in her wake.

OOC: To Bigibo Shadow-ways

Monday, June 21, 2004 - 6:23 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Alarik grinned, and despite his heavy armor, effortlessly vaulted on to Soldax's back. He bent over to whisper into the stallion's ear, then slapped him on the side. On response, the coal-black horse bolted after Vyshan.

By hafling captain (Zebbet)

Thursday, October 28, 2004 - 3:41 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Two Haffer guardsmen from Kiana, named Brolo and Ragobont, took up their station on the Road. It was fine weather and they were in good spirits.

Sunday, November 7, 2004 - 3:21 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC: From Bigobo Shadow-Ways)

With the sun setting in red western sky, Alarik decided to find a place to rest for the night. The big man slid off of Soldax's back and tied both Zyn and the stallion to the tree. The man looked around and realized that, somehow, he had come across the same campsite he and Vyshan had visited on their way to rendezvous with Jillian.

By hafling captain (Zebbet)

Sunday, November 7, 2004 - 5:44 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Two Haffer Guardsmen

Brolo said to Ragobont, "Did you hear a horse."

Ragobont was chewing on a sausage. "Nop," he said.

Brolo walked to the middle of the Lorimar Rad and looked south into Bigobo. "I heard a horse."

"You know what," said Ragobont. "You are a coward at sunset!" for the sun was falling, and the shadows grew.

By Anonymous

Tuesday, November 16, 2004 - 7:19 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Ragobont said, "Brolo! Take the watch! I am asleep." He rolled himself into his blanket and began to snore.

Brolo peered into the growing darkness. He was sure he had heard a horse. He marched southward down the Road a ways ... staying withint sight of his partner, but hoping to see or hear whatever had caused him alarm.

By hafling captain (Zebbet)

Wednesday, November 24, 2004 - 1:12 am GMT | Edit | Link |

ALARICK (ooc) Are you with us.

By Gaftin Bellworn (Gaftin)

Thursday, March 31, 2005 - 2:44 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Gaftin arrived on the mile with a smile and a brightness of sttitude. By the end of the day he would be in Kiana. His former companion Rigel had told him of a great adventure that had started there. who knew what the twon would hold for Gaftin? If nothing else, a trip to a new place was an adventures of sorts.

OOC: To Kiana

Monday, November 20, 2006 - 10:54 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

((From Lorimar Road 2: Bigobo Shadow Ways))

She remained as she had been... for a little while anyway. Her arms were wrapped about ALLIN's abdomen for support. The beating of her heart kept time with the gentle canter of the horse that moved beneath her. As thoughts overtook her mind, she gently disengaged her arms from about Allin. Her balance was more than sufficient to maintain her position upon the back of their shared mount. Trusting in that balance, she clasped her hands and closed her eyes a moment. A soft but clearly enunciated Eireish Gaelic phrase was spoken.

A dim but pretty gold light enveloped her form. When that light had faded, her attire was changed. She now sat atop the mount clad in a very simple dun brown dress and sensible plain footwear, befitting a servant. Her hair was changed from freely flowing to tied up in a bun and covered with a white mob-cap or servant's cap. The whole effect was to give the Lady Erynne of Eireland a plainer, more austere and severe look, though it did not diminish her beauty or poise or regality even one tiny whit.

Once her transformation was completed, she resumed her old position, clasphin Allin gently about the abdomen. Her voice was gentle and serene as it came forth. It was not shy or simpering, but it was politely respectful. Still, the poise, clarity, diction, and power of a true queen remained within the Lady Erynne's manner, posture, and voice.

"M'Lord we should make what haste we can. Still, mayhaps we might take what rest we might once we reach the city. Surely a hot meal would not go amiss for the men. Of course if it's best we might camp outside the city. I will abide by your counsel."

She knew that as soon as he turned around, Allin would see the change she had made to herself. She kept her gaze calm and regal in its look. Her voice remained polite and soft and maintained a regal dignity. "If M'Lord is displeased I can return things to the way they had been."

By Anonymous

Wednesday, November 22, 2006 - 8:13 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Allin felt a temporary sense of relief when Erynne removed his arms from his mid-section. It was quite strange, how she could invoke such a large reaction by merely touching him. He wondered if some of the men's whispered rumors were true; if she had cast some kind of spell to bewitch them all.

But if that were so, why were the ladies still under their custody?

No, she had not warped their minds with a spell of any kind. She was simply a much more poised lady than the random girls they picked up along the roads. Erynne claimed she was a queen. Allin wasn't sure how much truth lay in the claim, but it wasn't too far-fetched to believe.

Allin heard her murmur in a language he did not recognize, and then a soft glow came from behind him. He looked over his shoulder briefly, seeing just enough to see she had changed clothes. This surprised him. If she had been able to do that, why had she not done so earlier? Perhaps she had felt uncertain earlier about how such an action would be interpreted by the slavers.

"No, it's fine." He responded to the change in clothing. It made sense...a wind was blowing on the Plains, and when they entered Kiana they didn't want the women looking like two tramps. He noticed with a gaze over at Zork's horse that the other red-haired woman had been garbed in an outfit similiar to Erynne's.

"We ride onward to Kiana." Allin lifted his voice so all of the band heard him. "If we ride now without stopping, we should be within the city before nightfall. Then we shall take refuge there."

The band continued to ride across the wide plains.

Saturday, November 25, 2006 - 5:22 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Allin's response was a welcome one. She was glad for the warmer garb if nothing else. She put a smile both onto her face and into her voice. That voice was soft and civilly pleasant. "My thanks."

It was no trouble for her to hear his words to his men. Once they were given, she resumed a gentle hold upon him. Her balance was up to the task, she was certain. Still, she attempted to envelop her arms about his midsection from behind just in case.

As the band rode along, she let her eyes roam. Her senses took in the scents, sights, and sounds from her surroundings. She remained quiet for the nonce. She would of course give reply if she were asked anything by anyone, but for now she remained quiet and observant, as well as thoughtful of what lay ahead.

By Anonymous

Saturday, November 25, 2006 - 4:04 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The band rode on for some time, without rest. Any food or water had to be taken while on the move. Silence held a power over most of the band, though a few conversed as they moved along towards their destination.

True to Allin's word, as the sun began to fall below the horizon, casting a red hue across the sky, they arrived at Kiana's gates. Allin grinned, glad to have arrived at their destination. Soon they would be allowed rest, along with food and ale. Pleasurable company....they would have to see.

(ooc: To Kiana: The Towne Entrance)