Worlde Arcane: The Lorimar Road 3: The Breeze League

Sunday, October 15, 2006 - 6:07 am GMT | Edit | Link |

The end of her supper should have led to moments of peace. Alas, it did not. She was quickly alerted to the Lady Damiana's screaming and yelling.

Quick as a lightning strike, she turned to face the sound. The ferocity of her fellow captive's screaming surprised even her, for she had rarely beheld such from the Lady Damiana before this moment. Shock froze her in place as the bandits worked to subdue the Lady Damiana, but even so... sorrow descended as the heaviest of cloaks to drape over her heart and her spirit. Despite all that, her royal bearing took over. Seeing one of the men try to spray Lady Damiana in the face with the substance that earlier had knocked her out ripped her heart in two, but there was little she could do. She did the only thing that her mind gave her to do in terms of counsel.

With every bit of a queen's dignity, she turned her body back to face Allin. Her facial expression was not simpering or sorrowful. It was all queen. Still, it bore the warmth of a gentle monarch. As always, her voice was the sweetest music in the worlde, rich and heavily lilted with Eireland's regal timbre. She spoke quietly, with gentle warmth and dignity.

"M'lord, I beseech ye, do no more unto her. Do as ye will with me if ye feel I've earned it, but spare her these things. I'd not have her sullied, for anything. She is not my blood, but I've come to see her as a wee sister of sorts, and as such in high esteem is she held of me."

During all that, her eyes did not leave Allen's. They were not melancholy. They were soft and serene, a compliment to the gentle request made by her words. The light of a queen was in those eyes, a queen who faced even the gravest circumstance with a quiet but undeniable strength and courage.

By Anonymous

Sunday, October 15, 2006 - 8:37 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The voice caught his ears, and Allin turned to listen to Erynne as she made her request. He shrugged.

"I saw no harm in a little 'touching' but if it's that important to ya..." He folded his arms.

"Tell her this...if she keeps quiet and stays put, I swear on my honour we'll not lay a finger on her. Give us no trouble and we'll give her none."

"Eh boss, yew serious?" One of the drones whined in disappointment.

Any complaints were quickly silenced when Allin backhanded him across the face.

" 'Course I am! Now quit yer whining and get back ta werk! We're leaving first thing this morning!" He jumped out of the wagon, to talk to some others left in the camp. A minute later Marik arrived.

"I'm to relieve yew of watch duty."

The two men grumbled, but could say no more. Marik sat on the opposite side of the wagon, glancing occasionally at the two women but saying nothing more.

Sunday, October 15, 2006 - 9:48 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

~~Inside the Caravan Wagon~~
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She kept her eyes on Allin's own throughout the time that they spoke together. When queried regarding importance as to her own request, she dared a regal not "Aye, M'Lord, 'tis vital to me. Thank ye, M'Lord. I am much obliged."

She remained silent as Allin backhanded one of the men across the face. Marik's arrival was greeted with a quietly serene glance. She met his eyes with her own, as calmly as only a true queen might do. The gentle music of her voice was not long in coming forth. She began to get her feet under her and to stand up. She it very slowly, so that hopefully the man would perceive she was not up to any mischief.

"M'Lord... by your leave, I should like leave t' tend the wounded if I might. I give ye my word as a Princess of Eireland I shall do no mischief, and naught else but that which I say."

By Damiana (Damiana)

Thursday, October 19, 2006 - 3:12 am GMT | Edit | Link |

*The spray had it's intended effect. Lady Damiana passed smooth out on the floor of the wagon. Who could've known she'd fight like a little tigress?*

By Anonymous

Saturday, October 21, 2006 - 4:41 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Marik heard Erynne's request, but apparantly didn't have the authority to grant it. He called Allin back to the wagon, who glanced at Erynne briefly.

"Do as yew like...I'd like to trust yer words, but as long as we have yer friend here, I doubt yew'd run off and leave her with us. Fine then."

Marik undid the chains around her hands and ankles, and escorted her to some of the wounded they had around their camp.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006 - 7:59 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The sight of the Lady Damiana passed out once more laid heavily upon her heart. Alas, there was naught that she might now do. With her wrists and ankles free, she was able to move and stand and make her way out of the wagon.

Once outside the wagon, the Lady Erynne was determined to fulfill her self-appointed task. The wind upon her in her current state of dress was more than cool, but she forced herself to pay it little mind. Despite the adversity of her situation, she moved with all the grace of a true queen among the wounded.

Most of those she found had minor bruising. She stood still a moment with her eyes closed and her hands clasped as if in prayer and concentration. After a little, those hands glowed with a dim but pretty white light. She moved among the bruised, singing softly but clearly an enchanting Gaelic melody, willing a healing touch to pass between her and the bruised men. Those she came into contact with should feel a warm and pleasant tingling as their bruises were seen to.

At the last she came to the man whose leg Lady Damiana had gashed. She knelt before the man, and once again closed both eyes, clasping both hands palm-to-palm. Another sweet melody poured from her voice, as she rubbed both hands speedily together, until a globe of water formed within them. That globe was laid over the leg of the wounded man, and then 'massaged' into it to clean the blood away

After the water globe had done it's work, the Lady Erynne examined the gash one more time. "Be brave sir, and trust me. What I do is for your good." The words were gently spoken as the Lady Erynne snapped the thumb, middle and ring finger of her right hand. Upon her fingertips there then rested a tiny flame. She offered the man her left hand to hold as she passed her fingers gently over the gash. The intent was to sear the wound shut as gently as possible. After the flame had done its work, the Lady Erynne exhaled as of blowing out a candle, and the tiny flame was no more. Alongside that fact, the Lady Erynne's fingers were not singed or affected in any way by what she had done.

She made then to stand. Passing a glance over those to whom she had tended, she ventured to speak yet again. As before, her voice was richly lilted with the music of Eireland, and gentle in its coming forth. "I hope I've pleased and been of sufficient help to those in need."

By Anonymous

Wednesday, October 25, 2006 - 10:46 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Many of the men who were simply bruised were up and back about their business soon enough, though many watched the tall woman as she went around healing their fellows. The one who had had his leg slashed gazed up at Erynne in awe after she healed his leg.

"Uh....aye lass, yew've done wonders for me leg." He spoke quietly, still looking at her with a newfound respect.

Marik and Allin were watching from a distance. Marik leaned over to speak with Allin.

"They're BOTH witches!" He exclaimed, though quietly. "That wily lass in the wagon certainly has some power, but after seeing this one's, I don't doubt we'd want to anger EITHER of them."

Allin looked thoughtful. "I wouldn't worry about it. She may have strong magick, but if she were all-powerful, we wouldn't have succeeded in capturing her or her friend. She's made it clear she won't cause trouble, as long as we don't get too friendly with her. So make sure the men respect that."

Marik sighed. "I understand...but I doubt all the men will."

By Galendial Solarius Talinguard (Galen)

Wednesday, October 25, 2006 - 11:59 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

She had been passing a casual glance over those she had tended. The voice of the man whose leg she had tended drifted into her ears. She turned her head and gazed kindly down upon the man. Once again her voice came gently forth. A gentle and serene smile accompanied her words to him.

"You're welcome sir. I was glad to be of help."

She walked a bit about the camp, grateful to be free to move. The chill of the air buffetted her, but she paid it little mind. Something told her she was being watched. Turning her head, she saw quite a few of the men watching her. She graced them with a sincere smile and lowered her head in a slight bow.

She caught sight of Allin and Marik out of the corner of one of her eyes. Her footsteps turned her in their direction. Once again, her gentle Eirish accented voice drifted from perfectly formed royal lips.

"Your men are well. If there is anything else ye require I will do what I may to help."

By Damiana (Damiana)

Thursday, October 26, 2006 - 10:04 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

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By Anonymous

Friday, October 27, 2006 - 11:51 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Allin shrugged.

"As long as yew don't run off on yer own, yer free to do as yew wish until we head out." He raised his voice.

"Listen up, mates! We're moving out in a hour's time, so don't leave anything behind yew can't part with!"

By Anonymous

Sunday, October 29, 2006 - 10:49 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

In an hour's time, the slavers were ready and on the move again. Those riding mounted their mounts while a few travelled in the wagon, keeping an eye on Erynne and the slumbering Damiana.

Due to her tending the wounded and previous behaviour, Erynne was given the privledge of remaining unchained...providing she keep quiet and not attempt to run. Three bandits were on watch, Marik among them. The bandits were quite quiet, being either completely silent or talking to one another in hushed tones.

As the red sun began to rise on the horizon, the bandits moved further along the road

(ooc: Erynne, Damiana, and slavers to Lorimar Road 2: Bigobo Shadow-ways)

Monday, October 30, 2006 - 6:25 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(Galen flying from larimar 4)

Galen saw smoke ahead. It had just turned dawn and Galen could see down the road a caravan. "That must be the slavers there!" He yelled out to the girls but he just wasnt close enough yet. Galen was getting tired he had been flying all night long. his wings ached and burned. He had not used them this extensively before.

(Galen Flying to Larimar 2)

Saturday, January 20, 2007 - 9:55 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Kayne's words fell dead on Duncan's ears. He was in no listening frame of mind - he had drawn inward, fighting a stormcloud of emotion he had hoped he might circumvent in his Magick-driven haste. His lips drew into a taut line, his eyes narrowed at the goblin army. His body was no longer there - Kent had seen to that - but the dark rage was not lessened by that.

Without any prompting whatsoever, the staked goblins burst alight, burning in black smoke and green flame. Their death stench, already growing old and stale, was rekindled and set on the winds again, though this time it was stained with the stomach-churning odor of the burning of their rotten flesh.

Duncan did not mind. He did not smell them - not like he would have. His horse, however, whinnied and shifted uncomfortably, snorting and shuddering at the horrible fume. The Magimentelle could not have cared less.

"No time for dallying." He said simply. "More ground ahead than behind."

And he repeated his travel-feat - bouying up the horses and their riders in a swell of Magick, and drawing himself forward along the glimmering trail that Erynne had left for him. The burning death-plain fled behind him, and the roadway tumbled along underneath, and he worked through his rage by hurling himself forward as faster that ever should have been possible.

Monday, January 22, 2007 - 8:28 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Lorimar Road 4: The Northern Green League)

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Duncan might not have smelt the putrid stench of the burning goblins. Alas, the Lord of Eireland was not so fortunate. Their horrid stink barreled into his nostrils and flooded all his senses. It was an uphill battle for him not to retch. In the end, he lost the struggle but thankfully he had tilted his mask up and out of the way first, then put it back down. He was in no position to care.

Surely Duncan would not chide him for such an action, and what would it matter if he did? All too soon he and the horses he led were pulled along on the current Duncan created via his new abilities. Lord Kayne had no choice but to follow.

In a way he was glad for his companion's talents. Being able to track via magick was handy no doubt, despite any inherent perils.To Duncan's brusque speech, he merely said "Right, lead on, then," and away they went.

(TO:	The Lorimar Road 2: Bigobo Shadow Ways, when ready)

Thursday, January 25, 2007 - 12:06 am GMT | Edit | Link |

It started with his fingers.

The fingertips of Duncan's left hand, immersed in the Current, began to disintegrate - or, rather, to dissolve, his raw Magick becoming one with the greater movement of the Flow. His rage was not spent, and he did not notice the change - not as his fingers began to come apart, falling away into the Flow, nor his knuckles, nor his palm, nor thumb nor wrist.

He first noticed it when his left arm split in two.

He cried out in horror and pain, and his travel-Magicks ended swiftly and suddenly. Too suddenly for his mount, who found no way to cope with being once again in contact with the ground, at speed. It stumbled and fell, flinging him forward into the dirt.

He slammed hard, rolling to a stop in the middle of the roadway. His hand was entirely gone, his arm looked as if it had been cloven down its length with a great axe. He lay there, curling up into an agonized ball, staring at the emptiness where his left hand once stood. He was paralyzed in terror and pain and the remnants of his rage - this new body had proved to be naught more than another betrayal.

Friday, January 26, 2007 - 7:33 am GMT | Edit | Link |

He had been expecting the flow of magick to carry him on as it had before. Instead, progress was halted as he and his horse came out of the flow and were met by the ground. Thankfully the steed did not break anthing, but like Duncan, Lord Kayne was thrown from his saddle and hit the ground hard. He rolled to a stop, then picked himself up slowly with a groan.

With a cough and a shake of his head he was to Duncan's side as quickly as he could make it. Given how he felt at the moment, it wasn't all that quick. Still, concern etched his face and came out in his voice. He did not attempt to touch Duncan, instinctively knowing it to be a bad idea.

"What happened? Be there naught I can do?"

Thursday, February 1, 2007 - 1:42 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Do?

The word hung over Duncan in a fog of disbelief. Kayne had gone straight to the heart of the matter: what should they do?

Rush blindly onward had seemed, moments before, like the truest course of action. Catch up to the slavers, slaughter them and retake Erynne and then One knew what - reconcile or revenge or something in between.

Now, lying broken in the roadway, curl up and die seemed to be the most prudent plan. He could simply wind tighter into his agonized little ball and fade back into the nothingness from which he had sprung, hopefully to stay for good this time.

No! Curse yew, no! By the name of yer father and his! Unwillingly, Duncan stirred, slowly shuddering his way out of his tightly wound spiral. By the name carried by yer uncle and yer cousin and all yer ancestors since time beyond memory, be not a coward and a weakling! He unfurled like a war-banner in a reluctant wind. Stand! He drove his shattered left arm into the dirt, and the pain woke the man within - the man who had been too long absent. Stand, and be the man yew are!

While the pain wracked his body, he heaved his weight up above his demolished arm. After, it was easy - a shuffle of a leg, a planted foot, and then up with nary a pause for balance. He stood in the middle of the road, a body of shifting color and light, a wild white mane and stormcloud eyes. He offered Kayne his remaining hand, and with it his unspoken apologies.

"There is something yew can do, Highness." Duncan said, his voice quiet. "Yew can keep me sane. I fear I will not make the task easy." He glanced at the stump where his wrist once was, the arm split now like kindling, right down to the elbow. He was Magick straight through, but he did not know if he could repair the damage. Nor if he wanted to. But, he could not suffer the loss of a hand - he had need of both for what was to come.

"There are some things I shall need." He said. A wide strap of sturdy cloth or leather, at least six feet in length. And a glove or a gauntlet." He looked to the horses - they had not bolted after their fall, and that was saying much. He hoped they were not injured, but his mind was on other things - primarily their tack, and what supplies their saddle-bags might hold. They weren't his horses; he didn't know. "If we don't have them on hand, then I suppose we can pick them up in Kiana."

Their course was obvious to him now. He did not need Magick to track Erynne - perhaps he never had needed it. The slavers were in a wagon, and they had left a trail behind - one that did not bend sharply northward, toward Churt, nor one that led south to Terajin. They had gone west along the Lorimar, and they would carry their slaves to the only port available - Kiana. A boat would have been waiting, bound for Haven most likely. He needed no Magick to know any of that. He needed only a brain - something he had not used in a long while, he realized.

"My Magicks carried us far. From the terrain, I would say that Kiana is still about three days along the road." He turned from the path of the Lorimar, looking into the depths of trees to the north. "If we cut through the forest, and the Bigobo groves, then we can cut out a wide loop of the road, and mayhap save ourselves a day or so. But it matters not either way. They are taking to the sea, if they haven't already. And thus, we know where they are going. Slaves are not a valued crop in many lands - but those that value them do so highly."

He frowned. Something was not right here - not at all. He had missed it before, in his haste; across the sea was a long way to come for slaves. Particularly only women - for surely in any other case Kayne would not have been left there, incapacitated as he was. Nor Kent nor Err, for that matter. Strong men made strong workers, and everyone was breakable with the proper motivation. With Erynne in their grasp, Duncan imagined that Kayne would become servile with terrible ease.

Yet, they had left him. Something was amiss here - something that went far beyond simple slave-raiding.

"Come on, yer Highness." Duncan said. "No more Magick today, but we have to keep moving nonetheless."

Saturday, February 3, 2007 - 8:12 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The tone of Duncan's voice was too serious to laugh. His first counsel nearly made him do it still. Out of respect for his travelling compnion however, he kept a straight face and didn't let any humour creep into it. His deep melodious Eireish accent did bear a hint of good natured mirth though.

"Keep ye sane? I'm no apothecary, but I'll try and help ye the best I can. Ye've my word on it. " Then he turned serious. "Ye're welcom to one of my gauntlets if it'll help but I've got no six foot leather lengths."

He remounted his horse then, and the animal pawed the ground a bit, almost as if it would begin to pace a little. "Five days then... three at best. "Lady Erynne always loved the sea...but if those men are traders in slaves.... they be wantin' something likely other than just strong physical laborers, though strong she is..."

Rage built up in his heart as he considered the possibilities. There were, to his mind, only a few. "D*** them. The daughters o' my land would fetch a high price here, especially this one, a Princess in truth, but I doubt coin's all their after.... D*** them!"

He nodded at Duncan's last counsel. His face was set in determination. His eyes burned with an inner steely ire. "Right... No dallyin' about. Let's go."

Thursday, February 8, 2007 - 7:56 am GMT | Edit | Link |

"If yew do not mind the loss of the Gauntlet, Highness." Duncan replied, not much pleased at Kayne's mirth - though the wildly shifting colors in his face made reading his emotion difficult. "I shall need the left one. And something - anything - to wrap my arm with, lest it disintegrate further."

He was suddenly angry again, all at once - but he forced the anger aside and calmed his mind once again. He had long been a man of little emotion, but his chance meeting with Erynne had released his raging demons, had proven that he had never truly had control of himself. He would have to re-live the training that had meant to make him a proper leader for his Order - an Order he had failed.

As Duncan was fighting for calmness, Kayne's ire flared; the Eirish Prince had come to the realization that the two Ladies that had been taken would be ill used by their captors, and then auctioned to the highest bidder. The Magimentelle could do naught to ease Kayne's rage, so similar to his own. So he simply mounted his borrowed horse in silence, making a quick examination of the animal to see that it was, in fact, uninjured.

"I say we take the shorter path." He said. He did not wait for agreement or disagreement from Kayne - he did not think he needed either. He simply turned his horse to the northwest and kicked it into a gallop, riding off of the roadway and into the trailing edge of the Green Forest.

(OOC:

Erm; seems I made a mistake in judging the distances. Each length is a day's ride, not two, so Kiana is three days along the road at most, and maybe two or less through the forest, if our heroes can find a path.)

Friday, February 9, 2007 - 1:57 am GMT | Edit | Link |

He gave a solemn nod, the urge for mirth had by now fled him. His voice was quiet and serious but still easy-going as he spoke. "The left one it is then. Feel free to it."

With that he gave Duncan his left gauntlet. Not long after he took off the cloak he wore. "Take what ye can of that if it will be of help."

He mounted his own steed once again without further ado. "The shorter path it is. Aye. No tellin' what we'd run into on the way, but better that than time wasted."

He was quick to follow Duncan's lead. No futher words for the nonce were exchanged. With a shouted cry of "Hyah!," he kicked his mount into a gallop. The great steed had not trouble keeping pace as he followed his travelling companion into the trailing edge of the Green Forest.

Sunday, June 29, 2008 - 3:59 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The sun rose over the mountains casting a subtle rose colored hue that was quickly replaced by a pure golden warmth. The road was clear and solid making for good travel. They seemed to travel longer that day then they had on others even though it also seemed they had moved more quickly.

Bypassing what had looked to be a well used camping area, Legin pulled the team up instead near a small area with a trail leading off the the east and stream nearby.

As methodically as they had learned Legin to be, he jumped from the wagon and unhitched the horses. Gaftin knew that within minutes, Legin would have a comfy campsite set for them, whether others helped or not.

Gaftin filled two oiled canvas buckets with water and gathered wood for a fire.

The Northern Green League)

Monday, June 30, 2008 - 8:19 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

Throughout the day Faer basked in the warmth of the sun, his new found appreciation for vitality. He strolled along the middle of the road behind the wagon.

Towards the end of the day he slowed down and let the wagon roll ahead. He crouched down next to a tree and picked up a leaf. He traced the veins with a smoldering finger, pondering the easy perfection of something so small and insignificant as to have been discarded from the tree without any notice from the rest of the worlde. He let an ember drip from his finger onto the leaf; he watched as the leaf slowly began to smoke with a growing hole led by a glowing edge being consumed. Finally the stem disintegrated in a brief flame and Faer stood up to continue down the road.

As he reached the wagon, a campsite it was already being established. He picked up some of the wood Gaftin had gathered and began arranging it in a manner to maximize heat and longevity -- it came naturally to him and took little thought. He picked up some dry twigs and placed them amidst the wood, lighting them in the process.

He sat down and watched the flame blossom.

By Anonymous

Saturday, July 5, 2008 - 5:37 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Legin squated near Faer and paid close attention to how he had arranged the wood in the fire he made. Legin was always looking up pick up any tips where he could.

Legin found Faer a fascinating creature. He seemed quiet and distant, yet like he carried the knowledge of ages with him. He was reverent in the way he seemed to treat things like fire that up 'til now Legin himself had taken for granted.

By Taliera Whimswing (Taliera)

Saturday, July 5, 2008 - 6:46 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Taliera watched the campfire being constructed, this time not even attempting to gather a few little pieces of wood. Every time that she tried it seemed that something always prevented it from being very useful - anything from someone getting back with wood before her to the fire going out. As Faer built up the fire, the woman looked away, trying to find something else she could do.

Looking up into the branches of a nearby tree, an idea came to her accompanied by a smile. Tilting her head up, she walked around the trunk before jumping up and grabbing for the lowest branch. Taliera missed the branch by and inch or so and frowned at the branch. She was not about to be put off that quickly, however. This was an opportunity. Backing up a few paces, she took a running leap this time. She caught the branch and held on tightly, pulling herself up into the tree. The Aero then progressed up to the higher branches, grinning wildly as she reached a ripe apple.

"Look out below!" Freeing the fruit from the branch, she tossed it out of the branches and began to try and get the next apple she could see. Unfortunately, her accidental throwing luck had kicked in (just like it had with her shoe in the marketplace). The apple would hit Gaftin if he did nothing.

Sunday, July 6, 2008 - 7:59 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Gaftin had not noticed Taliera climbing into the tree. But he did hear her shout Look out below!

Instinctively he looked up toward the sound, scanning the sky for anything coming toward him. He turned with remarkable speed and almost instantly spotted an apple headed right for POP! his forehead. The large red Apple was bright and crisp and neatly popped into two pieces as it hit him. In his stunned amazement he fell backwards arms flailing.

He picked the pieces up and brushed them off with a smile on his face.

An Apple a day keeps the doctor way! But not always bruises!

Perhaps no one else saw humor in Apples falling from the sky but it struck Gaftin as very funny, so funny he chuckled all the while he chewed on the Apple provided by divine providence, with a little help from Taleria.

By Taliera Whimswing (Taliera)

Sunday, July 6, 2008 - 11:36 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Faer looked up from the fire with a questioning look at Gaftin. It seemed like a strange concept, not only to use a single apple as defense against anything, but that the person to use the apple against was a doctor. Weren't doctors usually welcomed for their proficiencies?

As Gaftin began chuckling, Faer decided it must have been some sort of joke. He looked back into the fire to make sense of it all.

By Anonymous

Sunday, July 6, 2008 - 3:33 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Legin was chuckling at Gaftin. Though it was amusing, it seemed a lot more funny to Gaftin than it had seemed to Legin.

Get hit in the head with enough of them Apples and yew might need a doctor. I think that old wives tale only works if yew eat an Apple everyday, not bonk jersolf on the head with one.

Legin looked up just in time to grab another apple headed for the ground. An Apple he smoothly seemed to pluck right out of the air.

Thank yew Miss Taliera! Bounty from above.

Legin smiled and bit into the large, crisp, deep red fruit.

Monday, July 7, 2008 - 1:28 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Taliera had not seen what had happened, but from hearing the others talking she was able to conjure up a guess or two. Either she had accidentally hit Gaftin with an apple, or Gaftin had gotten an apple and gone beserk by deciding to do the job himself. As amusing as it was to picture the latter, the woman was more inclined to believe the prior. She might have been frustrated or such, but the lightheartedness about it just made her laugh.

"Aye, anything to earn a healer a Krowne's worth of note." Of course she was just kidding. After tossing a couple more apples to the ground, she dropped out of the tree. With a grin of someone trying very hard to bite back laughter, the Aero tugged down her cloak where it had slid up her wing and picked up an apple. She gathered the apples on the ground, offering them out.

Monday, July 7, 2008 - 2:58 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Gaftin smiled up at Taliera and took another apple, a bright red slightly rasied bump adorned his forehead just above his nose.

Thank yew.

Gaftin seemed to suddenly shift melancholy for a moment as he looked at the apple and intoned.

Wish I could save this one for yew Bruce.

His mood shifted back to his usual light outlook.

Well. Looks like tommorow we start into the mountains. Yew have been a great help to us Legin. I wish to thank yew for that.

By Sage, a strange (Girl)

Monday, July 21, 2008 - 9:17 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

Large Meadow Adjacent to the Lorimar Road with Several Springs)

The Girl had been absent for a little while. Or in the manner where yew weren't quite sure if she was there or not. One might have seen her on the wagon reading by herself in silence while at other times she was gone. She did not seemed present to see or comment on the little chain of events that seemed to have lightened the mood.

Now she was very much there, though, walking towards the others holding her book in one hand and some manner of gemstone in the other hand.
She smiled in a strange way as if wondering about the others' amusement.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008 - 5:17 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Sorry for the delay. Computers funeral was a few weeks ago. Say hello to the new Dell.)

Are we ready for the mountains? Perhaps we can finally wind this up.

Gaftin looked to each in turn a slight smile turning up the corner of his lips.

Will yew be continuing on to Kiana Legin?

By Sage, a strange (Girl)

Friday, August 15, 2008 - 1:58 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Coolio skipper. May the old computer rest in pieces)

By Anonymous

Saturday, August 16, 2008 - 5:27 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Yes, one last delivery there. Then back to Daelows. But I have been thinking. Perhaps it is time for me to strike on my own and become the wagonmaster. I know someone in Kiana who might be interested in working for me.

Legin bit into the apple provided him my Taliera.

By Anonymous

Wednesday, August 27, 2008 - 1:55 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The night seemed to pass mostly in silence. Another chapter of thier journey had come to an end it seemed and in the morning Gaftin awaoke to the aroma of bacon and biscuits as Legin cooked.

The wagon appeared to be ready to go and the horses stood nearby.

Good morning Legin intoned almost cheerfully as Gaftin rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Good morning.

This path will take yew up toward the foothills then on to the trail up the mountains. Yew should be near the legs in 3 or 4 days. The last two days will be slow, lot of climbing. At least that is what I am told, never been there myself.

Friday, August 29, 2008 - 4:29 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Gaftin extended his hand to Legin.

Yew have been a good wagonmaster and a good friend. We thank yew for all yew have done for us. I believe it is time to settle my account with yew. Perhaps we shall one day again do business. I hope our paths to cross again.

Gaftin held out a small pouch to Legin, placing it in his hand.

There should be enough there to see yew to Kiana and back to Daelows, hopefully with an assistant to help yew along the way.

Legin would not open the pouch now. It was more his course to wait until he was down the road a piece. Once he did open it he would find a princely sum of 25 Krownes.

Gaftin turned to the others.

Are we ready to see what lies ahead?

Wednesday, September 10, 2008 - 1:48 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Gaftin watched as Legin drove the team off down the road toward Kiana and whatever lie ahead for him. He hitched his pack up higher on his back and turned to the others.

Shall we?

(TO:	Path toward foothills of Krazz)

Tuesday, November 25, 2008 - 3:04 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Gatin stopped at the same camping spot near the trail into the mountinas where he had been just a few months before. This was the last place he had seen his friends. He spent an extra night here, thinking, reflecting.

To Northern Green League

Thursday, December 11, 2008 - 12:04 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

Path towards foothills of Krazz)

After some hours walk along the path, he came to where his companions had spent their last memorable night together. The withering apple cores here and there threw through his mind a pang of regret of leaving his friends.

Not wanting to dwell there any longer, he slipped into the surrounding woods.

Saturday, December 13, 2008 - 10:14 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Faer strolled amongst the trees along the road through the night, absorbing the night ambience. The trees rustled, nocturnal birds sang, foliage was picked up and flung by the wind, pebbles rolled lazily along cart tracks.

(TO:	The Northern Green League)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009 - 6:55 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Misha paused on the road to take stock of where she was; her initial relief at finally finding the road after days of wandering around the forests somewhat tempered by the fact that there was no one in sight. She stood for sometime, gazing first east, and then west, but all she could see was road and plains and forest, although she was half convinced she saw a farmhouse in the distance, set well back from the road.

Surely this was the Lorimar? There was only one road through Aniada that was shown on maps as being anywhere near this one in size, but usually it was busy, teaming with carts and horses and all sorts of other travellers. Here it was just deserted. Was it possible that she was much further north than she imagined? Most of her knowledge of Aniada had been gleamed from a brief look at a map, many days ago now, and she had been pretty sure that they shouldn�t have got lost following the River Uiopa up into the mountains, but there had been that attack, and then they�d had to look for Davie who had run away in fright, and that had put them well off track. Misha had been all for leaving the cowardly man to the mercies of whatever animals or umans found him, but the learned men of the group had been most insistent and Misha had found herself forced to tramp around until she was beyond all patience. Eventually it had been pushed too far and she had left in the dead of night. They still had their guide who supposedly knew the area well, so let him take them onwards, or back, or wherever they decided to go; she was going to find something more worthy of her time.

Unfortunately they must have been further away from civilisation that she�d thought, and all that tramping around in the forest for days on end had completely thrown her sense of direction. She�d ended up horribly lost and now she had no idea where she actually was. Still the road was an improvement, and Misha was sure she would find something or someone if she walked along it for long enough.

Of course now the dilemma was whether to go east or west, and she had just decided on west when the sound of a horses hooves approaching from the east made her stop and wait. Ah, surely horses meant travellers, and travellers could hopefully tell her where she was and where she was going.

Thursday, July 23, 2009 - 10:18 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(ooc: From northern green league)

Dero rode ahead, to make sure the road was clear. A few hours had passed by, and he felt it safe enough to set up a small camp to rest. He dismounted his horse, and moved to aid rikka down. "Yew look for too uman to be an orc..."

Saturday, July 25, 2009 - 2:10 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

Northern Green League)

Rikka swung her leg over the saddle, letting Derogus catch her at the waist to set her down upon the ground. Once down, she needed to hold onto him for moment, before she was able to balance herself alongside her horse. She gave him a bit of a sour look, unsure whether his remark was a compliment or an insult, before thanking him for his help. At some point, she supposed, if they travelled together for very long, she might explain to Derogus that there was a very good explanation for her Uman appearance . . . but for now, she simply wanted to sit and rest. "I'm afraid I won't be much help in setting ca--"

Rikka stopped mid-sentence. "Derogus, look," she said quietly to the mercenary, nodding westward. The silhouette of a Umanoid form was visible, just a ways down the road. Her first thought was that Rishon had found them, but the silhouette looked to be a female.

Saturday, July 25, 2009 - 8:29 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

It looked very much as if the mounted figures she had seen approaching had actually stopped, and she gave a sigh of resignation. Now she�d have to approach them and ask what she wanted to know, which would probably make her look like a fool; not that asking the questions as they�d rode past would have been any less foolish, she realised, but somehow it had made her feel a bit better. If she approached them she�d probably have to explain how she got there as well.

�Excuse me.� Misha had already closed the gap between herself and the riders, and she could see now that they looked to be a man and a woman, the first had the look of a mercenary about him, the latter looked... well, slightly odd, and very dark skinned, but nonetheless uman. �Excuse me,� she called again, getting nearer all the time, �I was wondering if yew might be able to tell me where exactly I am?�

Wednesday, August 5, 2009 - 5:21 am GMT | Edit | Link |

"Yew are on the breeze league. This will lead yew to the city of Kaina." Dero said, eyeing the uman at their legs. He couldn't pick out what it was either.

He looks over to Rikka, eyeing her. "May i ask who yew are, miss?"

Wednesday, August 5, 2009 - 11:26 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Rikka remained silent, understanding the need for Derogus to have answered the woman, but not willing to enter into the conversation herself just yet. The agent remained alert while appearing to relax by her horse's side, patting the animal's neck. It would probably become fairly clear to the stranger at any moment, if it hadn't already, that she was forced to favour her right ankle. And while Rikka hated showing that weakness, there was no way she could put weight upon her foot. She busied her hands, tending her horse, then, while Derogus spoke.

Thursday, August 6, 2009 - 6:38 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

�Kiana?� Misha echoed, trying to remember exactly where Kiana had been positioned on that map she had seen many days ago. Somewhere far to the north she seemed to recall, and wasn�t it on thhe opposite side of the mountains from where she had first started? Oh dear. Still on the plus side, at least it was somewhere and at least there she might be able to find work. The coin she had got from the job before the ill-fated one up the River Uiopa would certainly not last much longer.

�My name is Misha.� Raising one eyebrow, Misha glanced the other two over again. �And yew are?� Yes, the man certainly looked like a mercenary, and the woman, well, she had the look of a warrior too and now Misha looked more closely it seemed she definitely had some sort of injury to her left ankle from the way she was leaning her weight on the right. Perhaps they had been in a fight recently?

Saturday, August 8, 2009 - 10:40 am GMT | Edit | Link |

"Busy," Rikka answered, not looking, but feeling the stranger's eyes upon her. Her abruptness was as much a natural reaction as a planned one. And indeed she was busy, tending the horse. If Derogus wanted to give his name, that was fine. Rikka was in no position to give hers. But she did need to know, "Are yew travelling alone?" Not that she expected one of Rishon's agents, if that is what this woman turned out to be, to answer honestly.

Monday, August 10, 2009 - 9:26 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Busy? �Yew don�t look particularly busy.� The words were out before she had really thought about them; apparently the woman wasn�t one for talking, but then Misha could sympathise with that as she wasn�t one for revealing personal details either. Still, revealing her name had never been an issue; it was just a name and who would have heard of her out here anyway? She gazed hard at the woman, especially when as her question came as something of a surprise. Or perhaps she shouldn�t be surprised at all. Anyone who wasn�t willing to reveal their name must be hiding something, or hiding from someone; it was only natural that she would be worried whenever she met a stranger.

For once, Misha was inclined to put her mind at ease, although whether she would be believed was an entirely different matter. Still that was the woman�s problem; Misha wasn�t here to pick a fight, she just wanted to get somewhere and find something to do, preferably as far away from that ridiculously large forest as possible. �Of course I�m alone.� She gestured at the road behind her as if inviting the woman to make an inspection. �Seems to me there�s no one for miles. Kiana can�t be particularly interesting.�

Tuesday, August 11, 2009 - 3:35 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Her back still turned, Rikka could not help smirking at the woman's forthrightness. It was hardly possible to imagine someone who spoke so freely having survived to adulthood. Such would not be the case in Churt.

She managed to straighten her face, ere she turned around, dutifully looking where the woman indicated. Having done so, Rikka gave the woman a frank stare and shrugged, then returned to tending her horse, letting Derogus deal with this 'Misha' as he would.

Saturday, August 15, 2009 - 12:28 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Dero hmm's. "Allright. Yew can come with us. But slow us down, and I will leave yew." He says rather frankly, hand offered to lift the girl onto his steeds back.

Sunday, August 16, 2009 - 10:32 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Rikka's impatience was relatively well hidden at Derogus' chivalrous invitation, but when she saw him offering Misha a hand, she glared and spoke directly to her companion. "We have ridden all day, and except for our brief detour earlier, a good part of the night. Our horses must rest." And though she would not admit it, Rikka needed to rest, as well. She'd be lucky, she thought if her boot would even come off at this point, but if nothing else, she needed to sit and raise her sprain.

Thursday, August 20, 2009 - 10:42 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Sorry, somehow I missed seeing yer replies!)

Misha was startled to suddenly find the man offering her his hand and suggesting that she accompanied him. When had she given them the impression she wanted to join them? Not only was she not seeking any company at all right now, these two had been only slightly short of rude in her dealings with them; she didn�t even know their names yet!

�I�m sorry, yew are?� she asked, looking at the man�s hand as if he were offering her something nasty. Even if she was planning on getting on the horse she certainly didn�t need anyone�s help to do so. Still, something told her that despite her reservations she shouldn�t look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak; she hadn�t been looking for any company, but since she had obviously found some it might very well be to her advantage to join them. �If yew are resting then I will rest with yew,� she agreed, nodding slightly in acknowledgement.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009 - 10:10 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"Derogus." He says, nodding to rikka. Indeed, their horses had been running for the better part of a while and needed to rest. He dismounted his steed, which proceeded to lay down and look amongst those around. "A few hours rest, and then we best continue on to Kaina. Yew never know what kind of brigands will prey on those who rest in the open longer."

Sunday, September 6, 2009 - 1:30 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Far too proud to ask for assistance, Rikka unsaddled her horse and led it to tether. She'd have preferred not to allow her limp to show, but it simply wasn't possible. It would be obvious to anyone paying attention that Rikka was in severe pain from her sprain.

Nonetheless, she made her very best effort to ignore the other two, and once her horse was settled, she lowered herself to the ground, caring little whether or not they made any fire. Experimentally, she began unlacing her boot. As to whether she'd be able to remove it, she simply did not know.

Thursday, September 10, 2009 - 6:40 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

After throwing her own pack to the ground Misha watched as the dark-skinned woman limped around tending to her horse. She seemed to be in pain, but since she didn�t ask for help, Misha offered none; it was not her habit to go offering assistance to strangers, particularly those who hadn�t exactly been friendly, and besides she knew enough to see the defiant set of woman�s jaw. Help would probably not be welcome.

�Shall we make a fire?� she asked, settling down next to her pack and starting to dig around for what little food she had, �There are things in the forests that would probably not hesitate to come for the horses if we�re planning on resting for the night.� She looked with interest as the woman tried to remove her boot, wondering how she had managed to ride with such a bad sprain; Misha was no horsewoman, and although she could ride she preferred walking and couldn�t imagine how one was supposed to ride with only one working foot. �Looks painful,� she said finally, factually rather than with any hint of sympathy, �How did yew do it?�

Sunday, September 13, 2009 - 2:12 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Rikka agreed, albeit silently, with Misha's suggestion for making a fire. It would be nice, she thought, if Derogus got right onto that, since Rikka would hardly be capable of rising on her own again, and obviously Misha had already made herself comfortable.

She looked at the other, then, weighing Misha's tone as she remarked upon Rikka's injury. Resigning herself to the fact that this woman would be keeping them company, at least for this night, Rikka sighed and answered, "I fell." It was as much an answer as she was willing to give, just now.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009 - 6:44 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Dero nods to misha and rikka. "Allright, I'll start up the fire." He says, going into the nearby forest. He cuts down a few older tree limbs, and gathers up some dry grass for kindling. He returns minutes later, and grips a rock, sliding it along his sword for the spark.

After a few more minutes, the spark catches and the fire is lit. "ah good. I'll take first watch. Yew two get some rest, we move when I say."

Saturday, September 19, 2009 - 9:13 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Lifting an eyebrow at Derogus' last words, Rikka finally gave up on trying to get her boot off. Supposing she'd never have gotten it back on, anyway, she resigned herself to the fact that the swelling would go down in a few days. At least her leg had not been broken. She made a bedroll from her cloak and settled onto the ground, wakeful for a while, at least.

Sunday, October 11, 2009 - 3:38 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(ooc: pokes for life.)

Wednesday, October 14, 2009 - 12:45 am GMT | Edit | Link |

here

Friday, October 16, 2009 - 5:58 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Sorry, work has been insane and I didn't realise everyone had posed!)

Misha looked thoughtfully at the woman who was still struggling with her boot. 'I fell' wasn't exactly the most descriptive explanation, but it seemed she wasn't going to get anything else out of her for now.

Instead she nodded gratefully at Dero, glad she wasn't going to take the first watch adter having spent so many nights sleeping in odd places, like the top of trees, to compensate for the lack of anyone to keep watch. She settled down under her blanket, staring at the fire for a while. No doubt she would doze off before much longer.

Sunday, October 18, 2009 - 12:51 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Despite the throbbing in her ankle, Rikka was tired enough to doze, eventually. She slept with a weapon ready, however, just in case the other Uman returned -- not because she felt threatened by either of her two current companions. She would not object to taking a watch, if Derogus needed to sleep, but neither would she object to sleeping if he chose to continue to stay awake.

Friday, November 13, 2009 - 12:34 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Dero would prove himself to be used to long periods without sleep. A few hours pass by, and he kicks some dirt over the fire, smothering it.

"Allright. Break is over. We still have a way to go."

He quickly mounts up, his steed looking towards Misha, and back up to his master. Dero would offer his hand to Misha, willing to let her ride with him.