D'argash
I couldn't believe this was happening to me.
There had been no question as to who would be king of Vurst after my father's death. But when he was found murdered with the dagger I always carried, suddenly I found myself the natural suspect. I figured to wait for the truth to come out until they tried to kill me.
After killing four of my father's close friends who tried to avenge him, I fled the kingdom. Eight confrontations later, with thirteen dismembered or dead trolls behind me, I found myself in the kingdom of Wyrn.
Knowing a few miles is not enough to escape troll vengence, I listened for an opportunity to escape further. That's when I met Dyrn...
He was sitting on a high stool at the bar of the Red Boar Tavern. Roaring drunk, he loudly boasted about seeing the world and traveling the sea.
"If'n yee warnt to corm alorng...Timon needs reaal mennn," he said to a snickering Ork.
It only took a half-hearted inquiry to find out who the famous Timon Kormont was.
"The king's most trusted commander!" the barkeep almost shouted. I think he was surprised at my ignorance. Then he leaned closer and whispered, "As drunk as that old fool seems, he is right about one thing...Timon was in here earlier and he asked me to send him any likely blokes handy with a sword. If'n ye are of a mind to talk to him ye can see him upstairs in room ten."
I figured a conversation with this Timon couldn't possibly make things any worse for me than they already were...
A New Old World
Timon Kormont
I read the note a third time. If this person, whoever he was, wanted to see me, why didn't he just come upstairs to the room. However, I could detect no malice or anger in the handwriting. It could be a trick to bring me out, for I had many unscrupulous enemies. However, I would take that risk.
I saw him as I entered the Tavern's main Hall. No wonder he couldn't visit me in the chamber--he couldn't fit in the chamber.
After introductions, we sat opposite each other to discuss the quest.
"I hear you are taking a party to the new world," he said. "I should like to see the new world."
"Aye, but will ye live to tell the tale," I said, mocking a dwarven accent. I continued in my regular tone, "As I hear, it is a land plagued with wild beasts, specters, and the undead. Many ruins litter its shores and plains and Dragons are said to lurk its mountains and forests."
"I am not one to shun danger," he said, "but I can kill a dragon with no regret...a Troll is a different story. I would rather face any danger there, than remain here."
I thought for a minute...I had heard about the recent Troll attacks aimed at this stranger. It was said he had professional assassins on his tail even now.
"I think you will make a suitable addition to the party. We leave at dawn, and we have much danger to face before we leave this land."
I read the note a third time. If this person, whoever he was, wanted to see me, why didn't he just come upstairs to the room. However, I could detect no malice or anger in the handwriting. It could be a trick to bring me out, for I had many unscrupulous enemies. However, I would take that risk.
I saw him as I entered the Tavern's main Hall. No wonder he couldn't visit me in the chamber--he couldn't fit in the chamber.
After introductions, we sat opposite each other to discuss the quest.
"I hear you are taking a party to the new world," he said. "I should like to see the new world."
"Aye, but will ye live to tell the tale," I said, mocking a dwarven accent. I continued in my regular tone, "As I hear, it is a land plagued with wild beasts, specters, and the undead. Many ruins litter its shores and plains and Dragons are said to lurk its mountains and forests."
"I am not one to shun danger," he said, "but I can kill a dragon with no regret...a Troll is a different story. I would rather face any danger there, than remain here."
I thought for a minute...I had heard about the recent Troll attacks aimed at this stranger. It was said he had professional assassins on his tail even now.
"I think you will make a suitable addition to the party. We leave at dawn, and we have much danger to face before we leave this land."
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
D'argash
I was almost disappointed when I met him. Having lived my twenty-eight years in a trollish kingdom, I was used to famous commanders being...well..big.
Timon came into the hall and we had a short conversation concerning the trip to the new world. 'Suitable...' that's what that little twerp called me. I, who was the most famous of trollish warriors...I, who had killed two ogres single handed...I, who had turned to flight an orkish army.
However I never got the chance to vent my fury.
Timon rose to meet a messenger who stepped into the door at that moment.
"Timon Kormont, your presence, with your assembled warriors, is requested immediately at the king's Private chamber."
He mumbled something about a king's requests being more like commands. Then he turned toward Dryn...who had just begun a rambling dissortation on dismembering orks. Thankfully the sixteen orks in the building were giving their complete attention to their ale.
Timon sighed, "It's about time I got him out of here anyway. D'argash, (is that houw you pronounce it?) please come with us."
With a sign to the others who were assembled, he started out the door, towing Dryn by the beard. Dryn was cursing a blue streak, but was not drunk enough to attempt to resist.
Five adventurers, as different in apperance as can be imaginable, we approached the Palace...
I was almost disappointed when I met him. Having lived my twenty-eight years in a trollish kingdom, I was used to famous commanders being...well..big.
Timon came into the hall and we had a short conversation concerning the trip to the new world. 'Suitable...' that's what that little twerp called me. I, who was the most famous of trollish warriors...I, who had killed two ogres single handed...I, who had turned to flight an orkish army.
However I never got the chance to vent my fury.
Timon rose to meet a messenger who stepped into the door at that moment.
"Timon Kormont, your presence, with your assembled warriors, is requested immediately at the king's Private chamber."
He mumbled something about a king's requests being more like commands. Then he turned toward Dryn...who had just begun a rambling dissortation on dismembering orks. Thankfully the sixteen orks in the building were giving their complete attention to their ale.
Timon sighed, "It's about time I got him out of here anyway. D'argash, (is that houw you pronounce it?) please come with us."
With a sign to the others who were assembled, he started out the door, towing Dryn by the beard. Dryn was cursing a blue streak, but was not drunk enough to attempt to resist.
Five adventurers, as different in apperance as can be imaginable, we approached the Palace...
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
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Helm Bearkiller
I rode along, thinking about nothing much, simply looking with pride at the warriors of my clan. The city walls loomed before me, and the spires of the Palace beyond that.
"I hope the other warriors don't go all provincial on me.", I muttered to myself as we rode up to the gates. I had been in big cities before, bigger than this one, but none of my clan had.
"Oh, well, I suppose what is, is." I muttered again, as we stopped and I announced myself and my clan to the gate guards.
"Helm Bearkiller, here at the request of the king. I brought my clan with me, they need some supplies. That won't be a problem will it?" I said to the guard, with a bit of a glower at the last sentence.
The guard, over-awed by such a famous name, stammered out his answer:
"Of, of, of course sir, no problem at all. I'm sure you can find some inns to put them up in."
I nodded to the guard, and flipped him a goldpiece for being so quick on the uptake. That sort of thing came easy to me, after all, I had more money than I knew what to do with. At this point, after all my adventures, my wealth likely rivaled that of a few different monarchs.
(OOC: I'm not being pompous or anything here, level 20 characters are living legends, known the world over. A mere guard would be terrified at meeting Helm. Level 20 characters also tend to be rich as hell. Helm certainly was, in this world he likely got it in different ways, but he's still going to be very rich. I'm sure you already knew this, I'm just trying to keep communications clear. From here on out, I think we're on the same page, so no more explanations like this will be necessary.)
We rode into the city, and I examined the local wildlife, none of the street toughs seemed eager to take us, and particularly me, on. Good, word of my arrival was spreading fast.
I found a few likely looking inns, and made arrangements with the managers to put me and my clan up for the time we were to be in the city. I was quite generous, even though they kept offering me ridiculously low rates.
I got my clan settled in, and settled in myself, to wait for the king's messenger, sure that he had been notified of my arrival by now.
Sure enough, not an hour later, a messenger appeared at my door, and informed my that my presence had been requested by the King. I informed the various leaders of my clan of my plans, and made my way to the Palace...
I rode along, thinking about nothing much, simply looking with pride at the warriors of my clan. The city walls loomed before me, and the spires of the Palace beyond that.
"I hope the other warriors don't go all provincial on me.", I muttered to myself as we rode up to the gates. I had been in big cities before, bigger than this one, but none of my clan had.
"Oh, well, I suppose what is, is." I muttered again, as we stopped and I announced myself and my clan to the gate guards.
"Helm Bearkiller, here at the request of the king. I brought my clan with me, they need some supplies. That won't be a problem will it?" I said to the guard, with a bit of a glower at the last sentence.
The guard, over-awed by such a famous name, stammered out his answer:
"Of, of, of course sir, no problem at all. I'm sure you can find some inns to put them up in."
I nodded to the guard, and flipped him a goldpiece for being so quick on the uptake. That sort of thing came easy to me, after all, I had more money than I knew what to do with. At this point, after all my adventures, my wealth likely rivaled that of a few different monarchs.
(OOC: I'm not being pompous or anything here, level 20 characters are living legends, known the world over. A mere guard would be terrified at meeting Helm. Level 20 characters also tend to be rich as hell. Helm certainly was, in this world he likely got it in different ways, but he's still going to be very rich. I'm sure you already knew this, I'm just trying to keep communications clear. From here on out, I think we're on the same page, so no more explanations like this will be necessary.)
We rode into the city, and I examined the local wildlife, none of the street toughs seemed eager to take us, and particularly me, on. Good, word of my arrival was spreading fast.
I found a few likely looking inns, and made arrangements with the managers to put me and my clan up for the time we were to be in the city. I was quite generous, even though they kept offering me ridiculously low rates.
I got my clan settled in, and settled in myself, to wait for the king's messenger, sure that he had been notified of my arrival by now.
Sure enough, not an hour later, a messenger appeared at my door, and informed my that my presence had been requested by the King. I informed the various leaders of my clan of my plans, and made my way to the Palace...
It is said that when Rincewind dies, the occult ability of the human race will go UP by a fraction. -Terry Pratchett
Timon Kormont
The king requests my presence at once. I almost laughed in the poor messenger's face. In king language, 'request' can be directly translated as 'demand.' At least if you wish to disobey a king's request more power to you (can I have your stuff?!!).
As we waited in the King's Antechamber (in any other building it would have been considered a hall), I viewed the warriors I had assembled. A motley crew indeed...
I had warned Dryn to keep his mouth shut, and there he stood hand on his hammer, muttering oaths, his breath reeking of some hellish dwarven brew.
Xairn Kish, the Gnomish thief wore a black cloak as he stood sharpening a wicked-looking dagger.
Kyson Mosby, the Human Warrior slouched against a pillar.
D'argash used a colossal dagger to pick something out of his teeth.
Suddenly the door to the king's chamber opened and a steward announced my name loudly...
The king requests my presence at once. I almost laughed in the poor messenger's face. In king language, 'request' can be directly translated as 'demand.' At least if you wish to disobey a king's request more power to you (can I have your stuff?!!).
As we waited in the King's Antechamber (in any other building it would have been considered a hall), I viewed the warriors I had assembled. A motley crew indeed...
I had warned Dryn to keep his mouth shut, and there he stood hand on his hammer, muttering oaths, his breath reeking of some hellish dwarven brew.
Xairn Kish, the Gnomish thief wore a black cloak as he stood sharpening a wicked-looking dagger.
Kyson Mosby, the Human Warrior slouched against a pillar.
D'argash used a colossal dagger to pick something out of his teeth.
Suddenly the door to the king's chamber opened and a steward announced my name loudly...
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
Character Introduction
Character type: PC (player-character)
Name: Xairn Kish
Race: Gnome
Class: Thief/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Racial properties: Gnomes are short, usually bearded, quiet, secretive creatures. They are usually hard workers, but all races have their exceptions to the general rules.
Personal Properties: Xairn is not a normal Gnome. He is a rebel by nature and prefers to make a living by taking from others. Both a gnome and a thief, he is doubly secretive. He is intellegent as well, and can practice some arts of magic.
Character type: PC (player-character)
Name: Xairn Kish
Race: Gnome
Class: Thief/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Racial properties: Gnomes are short, usually bearded, quiet, secretive creatures. They are usually hard workers, but all races have their exceptions to the general rules.
Personal Properties: Xairn is not a normal Gnome. He is a rebel by nature and prefers to make a living by taking from others. Both a gnome and a thief, he is doubly secretive. He is intellegent as well, and can practice some arts of magic.
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
Xairn Kish
(occ. Someone needs to take over this character...I cannot play them all.)
I am called Xairn Kish.
They call me a thief and a robber, yet no one has ever caught me stealing or robbing anyone. I am simply able to sneak about more skilfully than anyone I have ever met. They accuse me thus because they fear me.
My weapon of choice is an assassin's dagger and I use it with great skill. I also carry two throwing knives (I don't usually throw my main weapon) and a handful of throwing stars. I usually walk with a staff that can also be used as a weapon.
I am known as a master of distraction, and I use several tools in this area. I carry several vials of potions that can be used with great effect for this purpose. They are as follows:
2 fire potions (creates a medium fire that lasts 20 seconds [unless there is fuel available])
2 trap potions (creates an oil slick that usually causes enemies to fall [and possibly take damage])
I wear a black robe of hiding which makes me harder to see. Boots of elvenkind cover my feet (these cost me alot since they are usually not made in gnome size). I wear a ring of regeneration that helps me recover from any wounds I have received.
(occ. Someone needs to take over this character...I cannot play them all.)
I am called Xairn Kish.
They call me a thief and a robber, yet no one has ever caught me stealing or robbing anyone. I am simply able to sneak about more skilfully than anyone I have ever met. They accuse me thus because they fear me.
My weapon of choice is an assassin's dagger and I use it with great skill. I also carry two throwing knives (I don't usually throw my main weapon) and a handful of throwing stars. I usually walk with a staff that can also be used as a weapon.
I am known as a master of distraction, and I use several tools in this area. I carry several vials of potions that can be used with great effect for this purpose. They are as follows:
2 fire potions (creates a medium fire that lasts 20 seconds [unless there is fuel available])
2 trap potions (creates an oil slick that usually causes enemies to fall [and possibly take damage])
I wear a black robe of hiding which makes me harder to see. Boots of elvenkind cover my feet (these cost me alot since they are usually not made in gnome size). I wear a ring of regeneration that helps me recover from any wounds I have received.
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
Character Introduction
Player Type: PC (player character)
Name: Kyson Mosby
Race: Human
Class: Paladin (fighter with limited magic skills)
Alignment: Good
Racial Properties: (Occ. As though we don't already know). Humans are medium/tall creatures with powerful minds and relatively weak bodies (compared to some critters anyway).
Personal Properties: Kyson is a proverbial knight-errant. He has traveled the countryside looking for ways to help people and do good. He is skilled with many weapons and fights well on horseback.
Kyson Mosby is my name and Fighting evil is my game.
I am dressed head-to-ankle in leathern armour plated with steel and I wear leathern boots as well. Mail gauntlets cover my hands and a mail cowl covers my head. I carry a two-handed longsword and an assortment of shortswords (daggers do not work with this alignment or class). I ride a large warhorse and fight with lance and shield when mounted (that is too cumbersome in a dungeon, though).
Player Type: PC (player character)
Name: Kyson Mosby
Race: Human
Class: Paladin (fighter with limited magic skills)
Alignment: Good
Racial Properties: (Occ. As though we don't already know). Humans are medium/tall creatures with powerful minds and relatively weak bodies (compared to some critters anyway).
Personal Properties: Kyson is a proverbial knight-errant. He has traveled the countryside looking for ways to help people and do good. He is skilled with many weapons and fights well on horseback.
Kyson Mosby is my name and Fighting evil is my game.
I am dressed head-to-ankle in leathern armour plated with steel and I wear leathern boots as well. Mail gauntlets cover my hands and a mail cowl covers my head. I carry a two-handed longsword and an assortment of shortswords (daggers do not work with this alignment or class). I ride a large warhorse and fight with lance and shield when mounted (that is too cumbersome in a dungeon, though).
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
Timon
I stepped into the King's Chamber and the door closed behind me, leaving my men behind. After the necessary formalities, the King walked over to me and said quietly, "I will meet your men later, but I want to discuss your plans right now."
I nodded, "Yes, I figured you would be interested. What would you like to know?"
"How do you plan to cross the West Sea?"
I smiled, "I have a connection in Kurn who has never failed me before. He has the uncanny ability to make nearly anything happen on the waterfront. I'm sure he can get us onto a ship without disclosing our connection to you."
"Well, what is his name?...Never mind...maybe I don't want to know."
"That's wise," I said. "He would appreciate the curiosity, but nothing more as he must needs keep his identity close. The waterfront of Kurn is not an easy place to live."
The king looked barely interested. "Where do you plan to set up my trading post?"
"As far from the other settlements as I can get. Maybe to the north or even on the northern shore." He did not know I had other reasons for going this way.
He did not seem satisfied, but he stepped away and resumed his official air.
"I would like to Introduce you to a few people who will join your expedition...at least if you wish for them to join."
"As you did not allow me to choose from my men in your army, I had little to choose from," I said, wondering what he would think when he met my men.
Suddenly, my head turned involuntairily as two people stepped into the room from a different doorway.
"Clyaette (I will correct the spelling when you tell me what it is, T)(it is pronounced clee-et), this is Timon Kormont. He will lead the expedition to the New World."
She made a formality, but I scarcely heard what she said. She was beautiful. Blonde, blue, and lovely as a Princess, which I guessed she was.
The king spoke, "Clyaette will accompany you to the new world."
I nearly fell over.
I stepped into the King's Chamber and the door closed behind me, leaving my men behind. After the necessary formalities, the King walked over to me and said quietly, "I will meet your men later, but I want to discuss your plans right now."
I nodded, "Yes, I figured you would be interested. What would you like to know?"
"How do you plan to cross the West Sea?"
I smiled, "I have a connection in Kurn who has never failed me before. He has the uncanny ability to make nearly anything happen on the waterfront. I'm sure he can get us onto a ship without disclosing our connection to you."
"Well, what is his name?...Never mind...maybe I don't want to know."
"That's wise," I said. "He would appreciate the curiosity, but nothing more as he must needs keep his identity close. The waterfront of Kurn is not an easy place to live."
The king looked barely interested. "Where do you plan to set up my trading post?"
"As far from the other settlements as I can get. Maybe to the north or even on the northern shore." He did not know I had other reasons for going this way.
He did not seem satisfied, but he stepped away and resumed his official air.
"I would like to Introduce you to a few people who will join your expedition...at least if you wish for them to join."
"As you did not allow me to choose from my men in your army, I had little to choose from," I said, wondering what he would think when he met my men.
Suddenly, my head turned involuntairily as two people stepped into the room from a different doorway.
"Clyaette (I will correct the spelling when you tell me what it is, T)(it is pronounced clee-et), this is Timon Kormont. He will lead the expedition to the New World."
She made a formality, but I scarcely heard what she said. She was beautiful. Blonde, blue, and lovely as a Princess, which I guessed she was.
The king spoke, "Clyaette will accompany you to the new world."
I nearly fell over.
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
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(Ok, fixed it so Helm enters a few moments/minutes after the girl and her bodyguard. I didn't gather that she was an elf from the first post, changed it here. Helm would have noticed, he's spent time with elves. OK, I'll see the other thread for the nitty gritty details, sorry for the mix-up, I had sort of been waiting for the opportunity to jump in.)
Helm Bearkiller
I walked up to the Palace, and stopped at the gate. I suppose the guards recognized me, as one of them stepped up, gulped, and said,
"What business do you have here?"
I responded,
"Helm Bearkiller, here to see the king, at his request."
The soldier gulped again, took a step back, and summoned his courage to say something about taking my weapons. I stopped him before he could even start, and proceeded to remove an amazing array of weapons from my person. I grinned at the guard and said,
"I suspect you thought I would make trouble, did you not? I may have, in my younger days, but I am older and wiser now, and realized it doesn't make much difference."
"Plus I can probably kill you all with my bare hands anyway," I thought to myself, before continuing with,
"I'm going to trust you fellows to take good care of these. The trouble will come if any of it is missing when I come back out."
So, I entered the palace, weaponless, as far as the guards knew. I grinned again, this time to myself, and patted the apparently empty bag at my side. I guess more of that thief I used to hang out with rubbed off on me than I thought.
One of the palace steward's met me at the entrance to the palace proper, and led me to a waiting area. There was an elf girl there, with her body guard, very pretty, by human and elf standards anyway. She was a little short and skinny for my taste though. I really don't do small talk, so I just waited, silently, until we were ushered into the King's Chambers.
The girl and her body guard walked in first, and I spied an elf talking with the king through the door. The elf whipped his head around when they entered, and began staring at the girl. The king introduced her and said she would be accompanying him to the new world.
"New world?" I thought to myself, "What new world?"
I knew there was a continent far to the west. I had learned of it on my travels, and it was nothing new to those people. Maybe it is new to this kingdom though.
"Sounds interesting," as my thoughts continued. "We'll see where this goes"
The poor guy looked about ready to faint when the king said she would be going with them. I smiled again, and walked in a few minutes after the girl and her bodyguard. I waited for the king to introduce me, wondering if the elf really would faint when he found out who I was.
Helm Bearkiller
I walked up to the Palace, and stopped at the gate. I suppose the guards recognized me, as one of them stepped up, gulped, and said,
"What business do you have here?"
I responded,
"Helm Bearkiller, here to see the king, at his request."
The soldier gulped again, took a step back, and summoned his courage to say something about taking my weapons. I stopped him before he could even start, and proceeded to remove an amazing array of weapons from my person. I grinned at the guard and said,
"I suspect you thought I would make trouble, did you not? I may have, in my younger days, but I am older and wiser now, and realized it doesn't make much difference."
"Plus I can probably kill you all with my bare hands anyway," I thought to myself, before continuing with,
"I'm going to trust you fellows to take good care of these. The trouble will come if any of it is missing when I come back out."
So, I entered the palace, weaponless, as far as the guards knew. I grinned again, this time to myself, and patted the apparently empty bag at my side. I guess more of that thief I used to hang out with rubbed off on me than I thought.
One of the palace steward's met me at the entrance to the palace proper, and led me to a waiting area. There was an elf girl there, with her body guard, very pretty, by human and elf standards anyway. She was a little short and skinny for my taste though. I really don't do small talk, so I just waited, silently, until we were ushered into the King's Chambers.
The girl and her body guard walked in first, and I spied an elf talking with the king through the door. The elf whipped his head around when they entered, and began staring at the girl. The king introduced her and said she would be accompanying him to the new world.
"New world?" I thought to myself, "What new world?"
I knew there was a continent far to the west. I had learned of it on my travels, and it was nothing new to those people. Maybe it is new to this kingdom though.
"Sounds interesting," as my thoughts continued. "We'll see where this goes"
The poor guy looked about ready to faint when the king said she would be going with them. I smiled again, and walked in a few minutes after the girl and her bodyguard. I waited for the king to introduce me, wondering if the elf really would faint when he found out who I was.
It is said that when Rincewind dies, the occult ability of the human race will go UP by a fraction. -Terry Pratchett
OCC (woah)
Oops...
I meant to introduce you in a few minutes. The man following her is her bodyguard. I will describe him momentairily.
To fix your post, insert the bodyguard and and just mentioned you entered the room right behind them.
FYI, Clyaette is an Elf, but Helm may not have noticed the difference.
I will explain the happenings of the previous post in the other column...I would like to keep the dice and numbers out of this thread.
Oops...
I meant to introduce you in a few minutes. The man following her is her bodyguard. I will describe him momentairily.
To fix your post, insert the bodyguard and and just mentioned you entered the room right behind them.
FYI, Clyaette is an Elf, but Helm may not have noticed the difference.
I will explain the happenings of the previous post in the other column...I would like to keep the dice and numbers out of this thread.
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
Timon
With some difficulty I recovered myself. I do not know what was wrong with me, but I could not help looking at Clyaette's face. Believe me, I was not thinking what you are thinking...I just couldn't move.
Suddenly she laughed out loud and I recovered. I answered her formality her the proper way and chuckled at my own foolishness. Till I noticed her knowing smile and laughing eyes. I wondered if it really was my own foolishness...
The king seemed not to notice anything but the proceedings. "This is the renown Helm Bearkiller. He will also accompany you."
I looked him over for a few seconds before responding. I had heard the name before, but I was used to his kind.
I stepped in his direction. "Your presence is most appreciated...are you alone?"
"Where I go, my clan follows," was the miffed reply. I think he expected a more dramatic reaction.
"I would be most happy to meet them all," I said glumly, "but I think it will have to wait until we leave at dawn tomorrow."
Once the introductions were finished, the king dismissed the visitors. I never was introduced to the tall figure that followed the fair Clyaette. I assumed he was a bodyguard and wished to remain anonymous. Looking closely as they departed, I noticed he wore a leather mask that nearly hid his entire face. I wondered what he was hiding.
The king returned from dismissing his guests. "How do you like your helpers?"
I waited until he spoke, but my words were already chosen. "I enjoyed meeting the people you chose to follow me. As usual, your connections have proven better than mine. I only have four warriors, besides myself, and they will require close supervision for quite some time as they are used to working alone.
"Your majesty is most generous in supplying me with such a band of warriors. I am greatful beyond words."
The king was impressed and ended the interview soon afterwards. I was glad, for I was weary and dawn would come in just two hours.
After returning to the inn, Dryn and the others returned to the tavern (as though they needed more), but I retired to my room with a full mind.
With some difficulty I recovered myself. I do not know what was wrong with me, but I could not help looking at Clyaette's face. Believe me, I was not thinking what you are thinking...I just couldn't move.
Suddenly she laughed out loud and I recovered. I answered her formality her the proper way and chuckled at my own foolishness. Till I noticed her knowing smile and laughing eyes. I wondered if it really was my own foolishness...
The king seemed not to notice anything but the proceedings. "This is the renown Helm Bearkiller. He will also accompany you."
I looked him over for a few seconds before responding. I had heard the name before, but I was used to his kind.
I stepped in his direction. "Your presence is most appreciated...are you alone?"
"Where I go, my clan follows," was the miffed reply. I think he expected a more dramatic reaction.
"I would be most happy to meet them all," I said glumly, "but I think it will have to wait until we leave at dawn tomorrow."
Once the introductions were finished, the king dismissed the visitors. I never was introduced to the tall figure that followed the fair Clyaette. I assumed he was a bodyguard and wished to remain anonymous. Looking closely as they departed, I noticed he wore a leather mask that nearly hid his entire face. I wondered what he was hiding.
The king returned from dismissing his guests. "How do you like your helpers?"
I waited until he spoke, but my words were already chosen. "I enjoyed meeting the people you chose to follow me. As usual, your connections have proven better than mine. I only have four warriors, besides myself, and they will require close supervision for quite some time as they are used to working alone.
"Your majesty is most generous in supplying me with such a band of warriors. I am greatful beyond words."
The king was impressed and ended the interview soon afterwards. I was glad, for I was weary and dawn would come in just two hours.
After returning to the inn, Dryn and the others returned to the tavern (as though they needed more), but I retired to my room with a full mind.
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
****Character Introduction****
Name: Clyaette (blank blank I don't remember the rest of it...)
Race: Elf
Class: Princess (I'm not sure what this means, but it kind of falls into a class all by itself)
Alignment: ?
Racial Properties: Elves are just shorter than humans and have similar strengths and skills. However, they live much longer and are usually skilled in fighting and magic.
Personal Properties: Clyaette is a Princess by definition. Bred and raised to the highest standard, she is a powerfully intelligent and charismatic. Her strength is typical for a female, but that is the only average quality about this gal.
Name: Clyaette (blank blank I don't remember the rest of it...)
Race: Elf
Class: Princess (I'm not sure what this means, but it kind of falls into a class all by itself)
Alignment: ?
Racial Properties: Elves are just shorter than humans and have similar strengths and skills. However, they live much longer and are usually skilled in fighting and magic.
Personal Properties: Clyaette is a Princess by definition. Bred and raised to the highest standard, she is a powerfully intelligent and charismatic. Her strength is typical for a female, but that is the only average quality about this gal.
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
****Character Introduction****
Name: Roocher (usually called Clench)
Race: Hag/Troll
Gender: Male
Alignment: ?
Racial Properties: Hags are ugly critters that usually only allow their female decendants to live. Trolls are large, strong creatures known for their constant regeneration.
Personal Properties: Clench, in his features, follows mostly after his Hag side. He is ugly beyond belief. While a glimpse at a medusa will merely turn one to stone, a glance at Clench's face will cause instant death. Because of this, he constantly wears a leather mask that will protect those around from seeing him.
Name: Roocher (usually called Clench)
Race: Hag/Troll
Gender: Male
Alignment: ?
Racial Properties: Hags are ugly critters that usually only allow their female decendants to live. Trolls are large, strong creatures known for their constant regeneration.
Personal Properties: Clench, in his features, follows mostly after his Hag side. He is ugly beyond belief. While a glimpse at a medusa will merely turn one to stone, a glance at Clench's face will cause instant death. Because of this, he constantly wears a leather mask that will protect those around from seeing him.
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
D'argash
I held my ale in my hand as my companions poured insane amounts of the stuff down their throats. At least, all but Kyson, who seemed to prefer sipping his wine (ugh). My thoughts were far from drinking, however.
I thought on Timon and the situation at the King's palace. The door to the chamber had been left ajar, and although I was not allowed in, I could still hear what transpired beyond the guards. I heard his planning, and it did not fool me one iota.
"This guy has something up his sleeve," I mused as I retired to my place in the forest nearby. Taverns don't keep rooms large enough for my kind.
I held my ale in my hand as my companions poured insane amounts of the stuff down their throats. At least, all but Kyson, who seemed to prefer sipping his wine (ugh). My thoughts were far from drinking, however.
I thought on Timon and the situation at the King's palace. The door to the chamber had been left ajar, and although I was not allowed in, I could still hear what transpired beyond the guards. I heard his planning, and it did not fool me one iota.
"This guy has something up his sleeve," I mused as I retired to my place in the forest nearby. Taverns don't keep rooms large enough for my kind.
This transaction never occurred...trust me.
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