Wrath of the Dragonkin
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: Lady Jenn on May 21, 2019, 03:23:16 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 21, 2019, 03:23:16 pm</strong>
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				Vennar was a tall, raven-haired, middle-aged blacksmith who stood over an anvil, beating his newest sword into shape, occasionally looking over his shoulder towards the doorway to his forge. His friends had yet to arrive, and after what had happened to his brother he feared for them being out alone in the city.<br><br>He picked up the sword, giving it a few practice swings and smiling as he saw that it was perfect as usual. This one was intended for a special use however, one he had long expected to come but had still dreaded. He walked over to where a small painting of a beautiful young woman hung, kneeling down in front of it and closing his eyes for a moment, before looking up at the image.<br><br>"I am sorry Ainur," he said quietly. "I have failed you. I promised I would stay out of the wars that scarred this world, but now I fear I have no choice in the matter, I see no other option anymore."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 21, 2019, 08:10:04 pm</strong>
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				Daric barged into the smithy with the elegance of a boar, then shutting it to block the cold winds of the morning from blowing his dark trench coat away, his beard rustling under the hood. He took it off, revealing his somewhat long red hair, and looked around. When he finally met eyes with Vennar he walk up to him him a serious manner before breaking into a smile throwing his arms around the sweaty smith <br><br>"Vennar! It's been too long since we've met, how've you been?" trying to sound cheery. Although he looked rather cheerful there was some sadness to him. He then moved to a chair as Vennar spoke, putting his head on his hand and stare at the swords and arms around the shop.<br><br>"you know, it could've a much better reunion if you had came to my inn" he took out a flask and take a drink then wiping his mouth with his sleeves "we'd have a few drinks at least"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 22, 2019, 10:40:49 am</strong>
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				"Don't blame me for that," Vennar said, grunting slightly as he went to grab himself a glass of cider. "Myraz's men are crawling all over the city, if we so much as looked at them funny they'd have us in prison, and I promise you that wouldn't end well for us."<br><br>He poured Daric a drink, bringing it over and placing it on the table in front of him, pulling up a chair for himself.<br><br>"Consider this a drink on me," Vennar said. "I know you can rarely stick to just a single drink. Anyway, what we have to discuss...I'd rather we were relatively sober for it." He chanced a glance at the door. "Damnit, she's always late when I need her to arrive on time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 22, 2019, 11:02:35 am</strong>
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				Daric let out a sigh as you talked, grunting in annoyance of the reality they've found themselves in "I miss the good old days, I mean we're not that old but you know what I mean" <br><br>Daric chuckled at the thought of the blacksmith offering the innkeeper a drink but takes it without complaining "I'm always sober, gonna take more than a bottle of cider to knock this horse down" chugging half the glass in one gulp, keeping the other half to savor incase you refuse to refill it "anyways who'd you mean by she? it's been quite sometime for us to meet and only thing you told me is that it's an important matter about..." he looked around to make sure there's no one around and the door was shut "Myraz...." just by saying his name Daric's face twisted in disgust but tried to control himself
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 22, 2019, 12:01:43 pm</strong>
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				"We need to do something about the king," Vennar replied. "He...he took my brother. I don't know for certain, but anyone who finds their way into those dungeons rarely comes out of them again." At that moment there was a bang at the door, causing Vennar to get up, grab his hammer, and step cautiously up to the door, letting out a wry chuckle as he saw who was waiting at the door. "Careful old friend, I was a matter of seconds from knocking your head off."<br><br>"Less of the 'old friend' Vennar," came a female voice, Vennar stepping aside to reveal an ancient-looking woman in a long grey cloak, her curly silver hair almost reaching her piercing green eyes. "You're no spring chicken yourself." She walked over to Daric, offering him her hand. "I do not believe we have met, my name is Carolina, I am the city historian." She turned to look at Vennar. "You've not told him our plan yet, have you? Otherwise he'd be drinking something a lot stronger than what you've offered him so far."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 22, 2019, 09:03:25 pm</strong>
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				Though ancient she was still relatively charming for her age, captivating voice similar to those of a caring but tough teacher. Daric stared for a moment before taking her hand and give it a firm shake "I don't believe we have, my pleasure to meet you Carolina" after a few secondss he lets go of her hand and drank from the rest of his glass <br><br>"I'd drink stronger stuff either way" he opened his flask and took another swig "just gotta get in there, and slice his head off with that thing right?" pointing at the sword Vennar was holding a moment ago. Though he was curious that Vennar would know a historian, since he didn't seem the type to study let alone read about some long dead people doing long forgotten things. "but tell me, what's the plan" downing the rest of the flask's content in one gulp
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 23, 2019, 05:03:29 pm</strong>
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				"<em>You think I haven't considered that option before?</em>" Vennar growled, clenching his fist, before Karolina put her hand on his arm.<br><br>"Vennar, I know better than anyone what Myraz has cost you," she said sympathetically. "But this man is not your enemy, do not take your anger out on him. Get me my usual drink and I will bring him up to speed." She took a seat as Vennar left the room. "Myraz's position of power has little to do with his control of the city guard. He has in his possession a magical artefact, one stolen from the great dragons of the north before he was born, which he came into position of nearly a century and a half ago. If you are to overthrow him you cannot simply walk up to his palace and attempt to kill him. The mission will be far more difficult."<br><br>"Just tell it to him straight Karolina," Vennar said, returning with her drink as he tried to disguise a ragged cough that escaped his lips. "If we're going to do this we have to travel to the land of the dragons and request their aid."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 23, 2019, 09:56:31 pm</strong>
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				He sat and listened impatiently, fiddling with the array of knives he had under his trench coat. He knew what he mentioned was impossible. The castle was guarded all the time with no way of slipping in without no one knowing, none that they know anyways. Even if we'd enter it there's the king's guard we have to get through. I raised an eyebrow when she mentioned the artifact and reached for the bottle of cidar.<br><br>"I took you for a historian, not a bard" he said, taking a gulp from the bottle. "or are you saying the stories are true, that it gave him the power of a dragon? incredible strength, breathing fire, shitting eggs out of his ass" drinking again with a short pause before he continued "that he was able to use it to control those around him and more" he spoke in an amused tone, almost mocking but not in a way intended to offend anyone. Karolina gave him a slightly annoyed look but before she can reply Vennar walked back with the drink.<br><br>Daric started drinking as Vennar spoke, when he mentioned that we're not only going to Dragonblight but that we're going to ask them for help Daric choked on his drink a little.<br><br>"are you mad? even if the stories are true" he took a deep breath to calm himself "especially if the stories ARE true, what makes you think that they'll help us instead of ripping us apart?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2019, 06:39:35 pm</strong>
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				"Because we have no choice but to try," Karolina replied. "The resistance here is bare bones, there aren't enough Elves this far north of the Great Sea for us to be able to rely on their aid, and as for the other races...I don't see any of them agreeing to help us."<br><br>"Then we should leave now," Vennar said, smacking his hand against the table. "It is only a matter of time before the guard figure out we were the ones plotting, if we leave now we can lessen the amount of time the people of this city will suffer."<br><br>"There is no 'we' Vennar," Karolina said, turning to look at Vennar. "I know you imagine yourself a great liar, but...This journey would be a test for a healthy young man, and it doesn't take a genius to realise you are not a well man." She sighed as she sensed Vennar's stubborn side taking over. "Daric, I know you know less about this mission than I do, but do you honestly believe Vennar is capable of travelling north in this condition."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 24, 2019, 10:58:12 pm</strong>
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				Daric drank from the half empty bottle as he listened. As much as he hated to admit it the resistance in the area were really just a bunch of punks messing with the soldiers. The dwarves and other races that came to his inn seemed willing to help enough, though it may’ve been due to intoxication.<br><br>He was admittedly startled when he heard the sound of Vennar smacking the table. When she asked him if Vennar looked like he was in a condition to go on a journey he looked up and down at the old man. Sure he’s in great great shape but it didn’t negate the fact that he was in his forties. Daric downed the rest of the bottle’s content and slam it onto the table, making a loud sound but not breaking it. Daric placed his hand on Vennar’s shoulder, massaging it a little “you’re like a brother to me if not a father, and a great friend. I know you have a few good years of fighting left in you but I don’t even know if I’d survive it and I’m half your age!” Daric took a deep breath “the last thing I want is for me to lose my second father because of that asshole, not again” Daric looked vulnerable as he said those words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 25, 2019, 06:52:14 am</strong>
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				"I knew you and Ainur since the first time you sat in one of my history lessons as children," Karolina said, interjecting before Vennar could complain any further. "I do not believe the woman I knew, the woman whose love for you was only matched by yours for her, would wish you to risk your life. Not even on a quest for revenge against the man who caused her death."<br><br>"But..." Vennar started saying, but stopped as tears fell from his eyes, Karolina resting a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.<br><br>"Daric, I suggest we leave this evening," she said, turning to the other man. "Vennar is right, the guards won't take long to realise what's happening, and you will struggle to get beyond the city walls when that happens. I have supplies on my cart, is there anything else you reuire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 25, 2019, 08:11:33 am</strong>
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				Daric stood up to embrace Vennar to calm him, as a brother in arms "the debt will be repaid, that much I can promise you" after a few moments he let go of Vennar and turned to Karolina as she spoke "booze, lots of it" he said smiling "but I need to know something, my dad kept talking about this.... Storm- something or another? Stormraider? or was it stormrider" he thought, scratching his head "anyways, he kept going on and on about how we need to find whatever it was" He walked over to the swords crafted by Vennar and inspected it "this is the best one you've made so far" swinging it around
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 25, 2019, 11:29:06 am</strong>
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				"Stormrider isn't a what, it's a who," Karolina replied. "His father was Aizan, said to be the greatest Lord of Dragonblight anyone had seen since the days of the Dragon Wars four millenia ago. But Aizan was betrayed and then killed by Myraz, and when the king threatened to turn the artefact on Stormrider, the dragon said he would return home, but that the day would come when the dragons returned south, and EVERYONE would pay that day."<br><br>"Luckily I have spare supplies of booze in my pantry," Vennar said. "I don't have much, but right now it probably won't help my health if I'm drinking it."<br><br>"Go to my cart," Carolina said to Daric once Vennar had left. "There's a cloth on the back of it, get under that and I'll be with you shortly. But I should have a last word with Vennar before we leave."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 25, 2019, 12:31:31 pm</strong>
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				Daric listened intently, making sure not to let any details slip though he was getting a little tipsy. "that's my goal then, stormrider it is" at the mention of the booze Daric moved in, taking some of his favorites while making sure to leave at least some for the old man. He nodded as Carolina gave him the instructions.<br><br>before leaving he took Vennar's sword, strong and freshly made "I'll use this, to kill him" he told Vennar "it's only befitting for your weapon" he smiled then turns to Carolina<br><br>"don't be late" he said to her, reaching out to shake her hand and pull her in for a hug before leaving the door. He opened and closed the door back quickly. He shifted through the streets, rushing but makes sure that none of the guards caught on to him. He managed to sneak into the cart and waited there, taking sips of booze as he waited, wondering what they could've been talking about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 25, 2019, 12:42:43 pm</strong>
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				Karolina exited the house, climbing onto the front of the cart and making it look as if she was grabbing something from the back to hide the fact she was speaking to Daric. "That cloth you're under, it has Elven runes of invisibility sewn into it, as long as you keep quiet you should be safe beneath it. I will tell you when it is safe to emerge."<br><br>With that she set off with all the speed her cart would allow without raising suspicion, her passage unnoticed till a pair of guards at the gate stopped her. A brief moment of concern passed through her as one of the two checked the guard, letting out a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding when they waved her through. She kept going until the cart found itself at the edge of an immense forest, whose borders seemed to be shrouded in unnatural shadow.<br><br>"Daric, we've reached safety...relatively speaking anyway," she said. You can get out, I have some advice to give you, along with a pair of...gifts."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 26, 2019, 10:22:18 am</strong>
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				He smiled as she told him that he was relatively safe, he stayed as still as possible on the cart as they moved out. He thought of where she'd gotten the runes but he brushed it off as her having a few connections. He didn't know anything happening outside of cart but he didn't care either. When the cart stopped he threw open the cloth and stood up, observing his surrounding to be a forest and jumped off with his supplies "What kind of gifts?" he said, excited to she what else she had in store. He was ready to leave on the journey but there was no need to be hasty, though he'd wished he would have someone else to join him
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 26, 2019, 11:08:41 am</strong>
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				"They're special gifts, so I advise you keep a close hold on them," she replied. She reached into the back of the cart, taking out a dark red gem on a golden necklace. "This is a Dragonsblood Gem, so rare there are said to be only six in existence and I wouldn't be able to tell you where the other five are now. It serves two purposes: it enables you to understand the language of dragons, and vice versa, plus it glows when a member of the dragonkin is in proximity to you."<br><br>She handed it to Daric, before returning to the cart and pulling out an almost impossibly ornate sheath, covered in strange gems.<br><br>"This, on the other hand, is unique," she said, pulling the blade out. Even in the relative dark of the night letters could just be made out running along the length of the blade, glowing faintly. "The Dawnhammer Blade, a relic created by Elven smiths the likes of which have not been seen in these lands in many lifetimes. Once it was the symbol of the greatest alliance ever formed." She sheathed the blade again and offered it to Daric. "There are likely people and creatures who will offer you aid simply because you carry this." She took a brief look at the forest. "If the atmosphere around this place does not act as enough warning, I suggest you listen carefully: the Forest of Shadows is not a safe place for many creatures, I would advise sticking to the path unless you <em>absolutely</em> have to. On the plus side, if you should run into one of the Elven rangers who call this place home tell them Karolina sent you, that will reassure them you are no threat to them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 26, 2019, 07:40:34 pm</strong>
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				"how'd you get these?" Daric asked as he stared at the two items, mesmorized by their prettiness. After a moment he put on the necklace and place the blade on his back, crossing with the sword he got from Vennar. He listened to her closely and nodded in agreement. He'd love doing reckless things so he may or may not head her warning and stray off the path. He reach out to hug her tightly in a goodbye hug "I will return, until then take care".<br><br>then he looked at his map and walk into the forest with his supplies, waving back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2019, 05:37:06 am</strong>
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				To the untrained eye the forest may have appeared deserted, but Daric was being observed. A figure was peering around the trunk of one of the trees, dressed in a flowing green cloak, its hood pulled far enough over to ensure all that was visible was a glimpse of a brown tunic and a pair of armoured gauntlets. It carried an impressive bow, a quiver full of silver-fletched arrows slung over one shoulder. In a sudden movement an arrow was on the bowstring, but Daric was not the target. On the other side of the path a large wolf, its fur as dark as night, was stalking him, but even as it sprung from the ground the arrow found its mark, the wolf's dead body collapsing onto the path.<br><br>"Who trespasses in El'thaniel?" the figure called out, another arrow ready, this time pointing it in Daric's direction. "And choose your words carefully, I doubt you can outrun my arrows forever."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2019, 06:54:13 am</strong>
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				Daric saw the wolf running at him and was about to grab the sword when the beast was struck down by the arrorws, he moved a little closer to investigate then he heard the voice. He looked around with the tip of his eyes but couldn't find them. He stood still and examined the feather, reconigizing it must've belong to an eld or an elf. Daric raised his hands in surrender.<br><br>"don't shoot!" he said, trying to not sound threatening "you're elves of the forest right? Karolina said she sent me here<br>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2019, 07:02:04 am</strong>
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				"Karolina?" the figure said, confused for a moment before letting out a chuckle. "Gods, there's a name I haven't heard in many a year." The figure lowered its bow, nimbly finding its way onto the path. It was taller than all but the tallest humans, easily over seven foot. It raised its hands to the hood of its cloak, pulling it back to reveal a female elf, a shock of white hair framing a pale face and ice blue eyes. She offered Daric one of her gauntleted hands. "My name is Ariadne and, as you correctly guessed, I am one of the rangers of this forest. What in the world...would..." her voice trailed off as she caught a glimpse of the swords he carried. "Where...where did you get hold of that Elven blade?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2019, 08:54:35 am</strong>
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				He stared at her for a moment when she came down and revealed herself, he saw elves before but he didn't realize they'd be that tall but the beauty was even more than he'd imagined. He took her hand in a firm handshake "Daric Dondarian, an innkeeper" he said realizing how stupid he probably sounding, <em>Calling myself an adventurer might work perhaps?</em> he thought. <br><br>As she trailed off I saw her eyes trailed down to the blade "Karolina gave it to me, a parting gift before I traveled" I said holding it up and unsheathing it to show her. "I'm on my way to dragonblight, in search for stormrider and request his aid in defeating that asshole of a king Myraz"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2019, 09:37:56 am</strong>
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				For a moment a look somewhere between anger and grief passed across Ariadne's face, before she composed herself. "I should have known, Karolina knows enough about this place to not send someone into it without good reason. Perhaps I can help you find your way through this place, it is easy to get lost."<br><br>She knelt down to retrieve her arrow, but even as she returned it to the quiver she heard a sound which made her blood run cold. A guttural howl which seemed to reverberate through the very trees around them.<br><br>"Isha'la," Ariadne said, louder than she intended. "I should've known a Shadow Wolf wouldn't be hunting at this hour alone, its pack could be anywhere." She stood up, thinking for a moment. "I have a camp nearby, it is relatively safe and I would not advise you try walking this path at this hour, it will not take the pack long to sense blood."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2019, 09:53:43 am</strong>
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				Daric studied her expressions before she hid the emotions, being an innkeeper he has seen many people at their high and lows so he can guess what most people felt. He was about to ask her about if she had a history with the king and thank her for her offer but it was cut short by the howl. He moved closer to hear, ready to move at any moment, my hand on the hilt of the elven blade, prepared to draw it from by back at any moment.<br><br>"how many of them are there?" he asked as her stood up from the corpse, he nodded in agreement at her suggestion "Looks like I have to take your offer then Ariadne" prepared to dash at a moment's notice
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2019, 10:19:51 am</strong>
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				"If this was in the day, or outside the forest, I would be willing to fight," Ariadne replied. "But something about this place has...effected the wolves that occupy it. They are far stronger than ordinary wolves, to an extent I would not suggest you experience first hand if you can possibly avoid doing so."<br><br>She walked to the edge of the path, in the direction the wolf had come from. "There is a clearing in this direction, it is difficult to miss because my hammock is stretched between two of the trees that surround it. Meet me there, I will join you shortly but I will make sure the wolves do not decide to follow you." Without waiting for his answer Ariadne dived off the path, seemingly disappearing into the shadows around them.<br><br>The clearing she had indicated seemed unremarkable. There was a hammock, the remainders of a camp fire at its centre, but other than that the observer could be forgiven for doubting anyone spent time in the location.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2019, 01:03:24 pm</strong>
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				Daric attempted to protest but the Elf disappeared before he could muttered a word. He approached the camp with care, or so she'd call it. Not knowing when she'd come back or if the wolves would find them he found a tree nearby with relatively easy bark to grip, as a kid he'd climb trees for fun before and after his father's death he'd practiced so he climbed up to a safe distance. His hand on his sword waiting, if the wolf comes by then he'd strike it after jumping down, using the force of the gravity to help him kill the wolf.<br><br>Although he knew that rangers would prioritize function over looks he was expecting something more extravagant from an elf but this perfectly makes sense. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2019, 02:14:48 pm</strong>
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				It wasn't long before Ariadne returned to the camp, letting out a sigh as she realised he wasn't immediately visible. "I advise you join me down here," she called out. "I was about to enchant this clearing to ensure the wolves couldn't sneak up on us, I'd rather not have you triggering it by mistake." She shrugged her cloak off, the quiver joining it on the floor alongside the bow. She also undid the gauntlets to reveal a pair of slender hands, one which bore two ornate silver rings. As well as the tunic she was wearing a long brown skirt, a coil of fabric filled with short blades secured across her chest, a short sword buckled at her waist. "There is a reason I recognise that blade you carry, I didn't tell you my full name: Ariadne Dawnhammer. That blade was forged for my grandfather."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 27, 2019, 08:52:17 pm</strong>
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				When he heard her call out to him he climbed down, slowly at first "Was just hiding up here incase anything comes around!" he called for her attention, waving before jumping off the tree and down in front of her. Dusting myself I observed her, amazed by not only her duty but also her arsenal of knives and blades. He raised hsi eyebrow when she said her grandfather was the Smith that made it "impressive metal work" he said walking up to her.<br><br>He took out a bottle of alcohol and took a swig of the content "thanks for the help by the way, I don't want to imagine how it would've been if you hadn't found me." he took another gulp and wiped his mouth with his sleeves before holding the bottle out to her, offering the drink "so, how far are we until we reach outside of the forest?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 28, 2019, 11:11:13 am</strong>
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				"With the best will in the world you would struggle to walk to the other edge of the forest, at least in a timely fashion," Ariadne replied. "You would need a way to cross more rapidly." She offered an apologetic smile to him. "While I appreciate the offer, human alcohol and I...do not mix well in my experience."<br><br>She paused for a moment, moving enough to reveal a pair of trinkets hung around her neck, but exactly what they were was well hidden under her tunic. After a moment she finally let out a chuckle.<br><br>"It is not a trip I would make this night, but there is a friend of mine who lives within the forest who keeps horses for any travellers who need them, I could take you to them." She suddenly felt a flush of embarrassment. "I wouldn't impose my company upon you if you did not wish it of course."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 28, 2019, 12:31:37 pm</strong>
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				“Sounds like a good workout for all the alcohol I’ve drank” he chuckled at the comment about walking out of the forest. His face showed a little disappointment when she refused the alcohol and took a sip before putting it back in his pouch though intrigued to see how she’d be like to be drunk.<br><br>He found the Elf’s embarrassment cute, though since she knew the historian he wondered how old the elf was but that wouldn’t take away from her beauty. He noticed the trinkets<br><br>“Sure! A horse would help a long way” he thought of her reaction, maybe she’d take a liking to him? He bowed to take her hand and kiss it “it’d be a pleasure to travel with you, Ariadne” he said smiling, still holding her hand. His movements were a little awkward since he only saw people do it. He had never been a romantic but he might as well try his luck, not knowing if he’d live through this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 28, 2019, 05:28:22 pm</strong>
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				She pulled her hand away, cursing under her breath the fact she had reacted more strongly than she had intended. "I mean no offence to you Daric, but the days of me giving my love to any passed a long time ago." On instinct she placed her hand over where the trinkets were beneath her tunic, looking distant for a moment before she snapped out of her trance. "You may sleep in my hammock," she said, a faint smile returning again. "I spend most nights sleeping on the ground anyway, so I would feel rude to expect you to sleep on the forest floor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 28, 2019, 06:46:24 pm</strong>
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				He shrugged at her recoil, more or less what he’d expected. “I understand, though I’d still appreciate company on my journey, at this rate I might just end up talking to the horses!” He chucked a little. Again he saw her fidgeting with the trinkets “those trinkets of yours” he pointed, his hands looked like he wanted to touch them almost “what are they? I’ve never seen such designs before”<br><br>He lightly shook his head “thank you do&nbsp; your kindness but I’m your guest, I don’t mind sleeping on the ground. And your hammock is probably big enough for two people my size from the looks of it” teasingly suggesting she’s too tall
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 29, 2019, 10:51:33 am</strong>
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				"One was my mother's last gift to me," Ariadne said, approaching the hammock and pausing for a moment. "The other...the other is my last memory of my one true love. I keep them close to each other as a way of reminding me why I make the choices I do."<br><br>She almost sprang into the hammock, pulling the blankets over her.<br><br>"I suggest you sleep well," she said, trying to make herself as comfortable as possible. "If you think this forest is dangerous...you are in for an unpleasant shock when we head north." She closed her eyes. "And don't worry, if for some reason the wolves find our place here, I have an...early warning system to tell us about it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 29, 2019, 11:28:48 am</strong>
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				He looked at her as she went to sleep, no wonder she wasn't really buying into his little advances but he had seen these types in the inn before, those who has memento tend to be the most kind and thoughtful ones. He placed his bag under his head before lying down, resting as he listened to her. He chuckled a little as she talked of the dangers ahead "I'll look forward to tomorrow then, and I better save some drinks for the journey".<br><br>He turned on his side, trying to find a comfortable position "sweet dream Ariadne" he said closing his eyes. As he slept he talked in his sleep, crying and moving around from the nightmare of the night that the knights came... damaging everything they held dear and beating his father and brother as they dragged his mother and sister off... never to be seen again. "no... mom... sis... let them go...." he said in his sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 29, 2019, 12:17:10 pm</strong>
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				Ariadne slept far less than most humans would, the sounds waking her up enough to get up and head over to a secluded part of the clearing to find a strange charm that was hung over a branch. She walked back to Daric, uttering a strange language under her breath before placing it in his hand.<br><br>"This will help you sleep," she said, trying to avoid waking him up. "We'll face enough real nightmares before this is over, we need not worry about bad dreams."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 29, 2019, 12:52:23 pm</strong>
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				As his hand felt something touching it he instinctively grabbed it, the charm in one hand and the other hand gripping the elf's wrist "Maria... my love... come back" he said, tears coming down before he calmed down and slept soundly, loosening the grip and slept through the night. As the sun rised over the trees he'd wake up and move to a secluded area to take a piss from the alcohol before returning for the bag and yawn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 29, 2019, 06:07:28 pm</strong>
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				Ariadne was practising swinging her sword, her face the picture of concentration. Indeed she was so focused that it took her a few moments to even realise Daric was there. She hadn't yet thrown her cloak on, and even her belt full of daggers was hanging from the same branch as the quiver of arrows. However, there was something different among the silver arrows: an arrow fletched with feathers which were dark green.<br><br>"It's a good thing you aren't a threat to me," she said, chuckling as she sheathed her sword. "Are you ready to depart? Thankfully my friend's house is not far from this clearing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 30, 2019, 08:44:09 am</strong>
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				He laughed at her comment as he went to grab his bag "well, if I were you would've let me become dog food already" he mounted his blades on his back and threw the back over his shoulder and dusted himself "you have good moves, maybe you could teach me that sometimes" he said as he glanced over at the arrows with different feathers "those are poisoned aren't they" pointing at the dark green feathers.<br><br>He streched a little and looked at her "I'm sober, so that's a yes" he said "lead the way my lady"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 30, 2019, 11:49:51 am</strong>
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				"The green one is, yes," she said, pulling her remaining weapons and the cloak on. "That arrow is tipped with a poison you wouldn't find here anymore, it is intended for someone who has long since earnt the right to experience it first hand." As she uttered the last words her right hand gripped her sheathed blade so tight her knuckles turned white, before she let it go again.<br><br>"You'll be glad to know the wolves rarely leave their lairs during daylight hours," she said as she led them out of the clearing. "And there's little else here that could genuinely threaten you unless you let your guard down when you shouldn't." She led them away from the path, deeper into the forest. "I should warn you, my friend can be a little...unusual, but he means well. You will likely realise why he is so unusual when you meet him however."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 30, 2019, 01:37:52 pm</strong>
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				He watched tentatively when she talked of the weapon and this someone who deserved it. He wanted to ask who but it would be prying into her life too much. As they walked he listened to her speak about the wolves "well, at least they weren't troll or giants or anything" he said drinking again but sparingly. <br><br>He followed her, trying not to lag behind the tall elf and chuckled when she warned him of her friend "I'm sure he couldn't be that strange, you're talking to an innkeeper here, I've met characters which aren't exactly normal everyday" He looked at the ancient forest around him, observing the surroundings as he spoke "but what'd you mean by unusual exactly?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 30, 2019, 03:30:35 pm</strong>
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				"Well, for one thing he has an early warning system around his camp," she replied, just as they passed an oddly shaped lantern that hung from a tree. "The wolves never come near him, so I'm not sure WHAT he thinks he needs guarding from."<br><br>They finally reached a clearing much larger than the one Ariadne called home. At its centre was a large, one-storey building which somehow seemed both decrepit and well-kept. Although the clearing appeared otherwise empty the sound of horses whinnying could be heard somewhere nearby. Ariadne led Daric up to the door, rapping on the door, but no answer was forthcoming.<br><br>"Come on Elreth," Ariadne called out. "Last I knew there was nothing wrong with your hearing, so I'm certain you can tell you have visitors." There was a grunt from within, and the sound of heavy boots could be heard approaching the door. It opened to reveal a tall man, dressed in a plain brown tunic and thinning grey hair. But his most remarkable feature were his eyes, which were milky white. He let out a deep chuckle as he reached out and touched Ariadne's shoulder.<br><br>"It's always a good day when I am visited by my favourite Pri-" he stopped himself, a pained expression crossing his face even before Ariadne could say something. He turned towards Daric. "My name is Elreth," he said, bowing slightly. "I know, you wouldn't expect a blind man to last long in this place."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>May 30, 2019, 11:17:11 pm</strong>
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				As they walked through the path and saw that there were the odd lanterns as well as hearing about the traps. <em>Yea he sounds like a nutjob alright</em> he thought as he followed her. The house wasn't remarkable but it wasn't too unimpressive either. The place fit into the area seemlessly, like if the house were ot be removed then it'd feel like the area is missing something.<br><br>He was surprised by the tall man <em>am I just short or are these people just tall?</em>. He was more used to human travellers or dwarvish merchants who came to his inn, from being the tallest one in the room to the shortest made him feel slightly uncomfortable. <br><br>"wasn't my first thought to judge you by your sight but yes."He gave the man a quick but unelegant bow "I'm Daric Dondarian, pleasure to meet you" he said, not used to being the guest. "Ariadne is just helping me through the woods and thought you might be able to help me on my way to Dragonblight"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>May 31, 2019, 12:50:10 pm</strong>
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				"She's been waiting for you to return," Elreth said to Ariadne, chuckling. "What, you thought she wasn't smart enough to notice you haven't been here in months. Go see her." As Ariadne started walking round the house the man turned to Daric. "You're about to witness something few humans have seen in centuries."<br><br>He led Daric around the house, to a surprising view. Somehow hidden by the house, the back half of the clearing was dominated by a paddock containing three horses. Two would not have looked out of place in a human army, but their companion stood out immediately: a tall, black haired horse whose legs seemed to be nothing but muscle. At that moment though it was nuzzling Ariadne affectionately.<br><br>"Her name is Silver," Elreth said to Daric. "She is pretty much the last descendant of the great Elven steeds of old to live north of the Great Sea. She is so...independent there is only one rider she has ever allowed on her back." He paused for a moment. "I hope Ariadne forgives me for telling you this, but her friends will tell you she has had only two true loves in her life: one is Silver, the other...all I will say is, if you are brave enough, ask her why she keeps an arrow for if her and Myraz ever cross paths."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 01, 2019, 11:40:42 am</strong>
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				Daric was amazed by the stallions kept behind the house. He was impressed by all of them, even the normal looking horses but he was especially impressed when he saw the towering black horse. He stepped forward a little, closer to it to observe it. He didn't react to Elreth's words but he heard them full well. He examined the horses as he moved closer but his gaze was pretty much on Silver.<br><br>He didn't need Elreth's words nor ask her what happened to put together what happened to this mysterious person. He must've been killed by Myraz for one reason or another and so she wanted revenge. Pity how this all comes around but he nodded in agreement with Elreth in a thankful way and said "I see". He moved closer and hovered his hand close but still a little bit away from the magnificant stallion "may I?" he asked. The question was intended for Ariadne but it sounded, at least to him, like it's directed at the horse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 01, 2019, 11:51:06 am</strong>
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				"She doesn't bite," Ariadne said, offering Daric an apple for him to give to Silver. "He used to tell me that he could see why Silver and I had bonded, because for all our fearsome appearance and quick temper, we're like teddy bears around people we trust. Isn't that right old friend?" She patted the horse softly, who let out a soft whinny, approaching Daric carefully and lower her head towards him.<br><br>"If I didn't know better I'd think you and that horse had a way of communicating that the rest of us couldn't understand," Elreth said, chuckling. "I'm guessing you'll want one of the other two as well?"<br><br>"We both know what happened the last time someone other than me tried to sit on Silver's back," Ariadne replied. "I'm sure Daric can handle one of the other horses without an issue though."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 01, 2019, 10:56:31 pm</strong>
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				He took the apple from her and reached it out to the stallion, he watched her eating the apple with occasional glance at Ariadne as he pet her. The feeling of her fur and muscle was nothing like he had ever felt. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his face with the horse's. feeling their skulls touched.<br><br>"what did happened last time?" he said to them without moving his head "I'd be interested in trying to ride Silver, just for the challenge if nothing else" he chuckled "where I came from the animals loved me"<br><br>He hoped he didn't sound like he was invading the intimacy between Ariadne and Silver but he was interested to try a challenge like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2019, 07:08:35 am</strong>
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				"You could take one of the other horses with you too," Elreth said. "That way if Silver does get skittish you have alternative transport."<br><br>"Well, I think I'm being outvoted here," Ariadne said with a sigh. "If you want to try riding her then sure, just...don't say I didn't warn you about her." As she started to approach one of the other horses she felt Elreth's hand on her shoulder. "I know what you're going to say Elreth," she said, trying to talk quietly enough that only the blind man would hear her. "But if this works then I can finally lay her spirit to rest, let me do this."<br><br>"Ariadne, I wouldn't tell you not to even if I thought you'd listen," Elreth said, chuckling. "Just...be careful, revenge can make people take leave of their senses, not even a royal like you is immune to such emotions." He turned to face Daric. "I think you two are ready to go," he said. "You'd best leave now if you hope to leave this forest by nightfall."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2019, 09:33:20 am</strong>
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				Daric laughed as they let him ride, the way they did it made him feel like they're basically saying <em>what are you doing you idiot</em> while laughing their asses off. On the inside. He watched as she approached the other horses when Elreth stopped her. He knew it wasn't to do with him and he got most of what they said, being an innkeeper who hated the king one needs to keep their ears open for any kind of information at all times, even when drunk.<br><br>He wanted to ask her about everything then and there but he'd better let it slide for now, once he's closer to her he'll ask her about it. There's a long and treacherous journey ahead, the last thing he wanted was turmoil with his only traveling companion that's not made of fermented liquid.<br><br>"well I suppose we better leave soon then" Before Daric tried to ride Silver he approached the blind man, embracing him in a friendly hug "take care of yourself old man" he said as he was about to attempt to ride Silver "got any spare drinks by chance? A long ride can get thirsty" he said in high spirit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2019, 10:02:25 am</strong>
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				"I'm afraid not," Elreth replied. "But if she's taking you where I think she is you don't need to worry about being without drink for too long."<br><br>Ariadne, sensing Silver's reluctance, walked over to the horse, whispering something in the horse's ear in a strange language. For a moment the horse didn't seem to respond, but then she knelt to make it easier for Daric to climb on her back.<br><br>"I told her to go easy on the speed," Ariadne said to Daric as she returned to the other horse. "Partly because this horse would struggle to keep up with her if she galloped at full speed, but also that would almost guarantee you'd fall off if she tried that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2019, 10:16:58 am</strong>
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				Daric raised an eyebrow but sighed "alright, I'd be interested in trying her full speed but if you say so" He climbed onto Silver, rubbing her neck for her to get used to him "nice to meet you Silver, if I fall down do me a favor and don't trample over me alright?" he said in his usual playful tone as he looked back to the two of them. <br><br>He tried guiding her around to try to get used to her and vice versa, struggling but easier to stay on than he'd expect "you sure you didn't tell her to go easy so I don't fall off?" he called out to Ariadne.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2019, 10:25:19 am</strong>
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				"Don't tempt her," Elreth said, suppressing a chuckle. "The last person who pushed Silver to show her true colours ended up with three broken ribs. If Ariadne told her to go easy on you, it's for your own safety believe me."<br><br>"Well, that person didn't have me nearby when he thought it was a smart idea to try riding her," Ariadne sighed. "Come on Daric, we have the best inn in the land to get to before sunset, we can't hang around here forever." She climbed onto the smaller horse, trotting it over to Elreth and offering him a brief hug. "Take care of yourself, you know how to reach the other rangers if something does happen."<br><br>"Quit worrying about me," Elreth said. "The only reason I'm not coming with you two is my age, neither of you has any excuse for wasting time though."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2019, 11:31:11 am</strong>
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				Daric started to ride forward on Silver, as he saw the blind man joke about it and Ariadne's retort the comment on broken ribs. Daric instinctively rouched his own and swallowed, he heard her talk about the horse and inn so he looked up "good thing I have you with me then" he said, chuckling a little.<br><br>He tried speeding on Silver a little, testing the limits of how fast he could go for now as he planned to eventually be able to go at full speed, assuming he had time for it. He ride ahead a little and looked back, yelling "thanks for the help Elreth! I'll survive to repay this debt to you." he waited for Ariadne to lead the way but showed no signs of hurrying her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2019, 11:41:28 am</strong>
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				"You'll be glad to know our route north doesn't require us to step off the path till we reach the other side," Ariadne said, trotting the horse to the edge of the clearing, which revealed a small track that led back onto the main path through the forest. She directed the horse towards it, keeping a sharp eye on their surroundings to ensure they wouldn't be caught unawares.<br><br>"What are you waiting for Daric?" she said as they reached the path. "There's a half day's ride between here and the forest's edge at normal speed, are you willing to gamble on how quickly that steed can go?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2019, 12:24:39 pm</strong>
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				He was happy to be back on a path, traveling on the road was always more relaxing than a forest where things could jump out of no where. Though he supposed on the road could be as dangerous. As they reached the path he was surprised by her challenge, he smiled, happy to see that she's not too tense.<br><br>He looked down at Silver, petting her a little before looking back up at the elf "race you to the edge?" He said as he started to speed along the path, testing how fast she can go while keeping himself on the saddle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2019, 12:33:36 pm</strong>
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				"Don't say I didn't warn you," she muttered under her breath, unable to stop a small smile crossing her face as she encouraged the horse to start after Silver, for the moment only trailing her by a short distance. "I'm surprised my comment about the inn didn't convince you to go full speed," she said. "It was only after I said it that I remembered your job and realised that I may have insulted your own skill at your job."<br><br>At that moment a small bird, its wings covered in silver feathers, flew almost straight across their path, not that Silver seemed to pay it the slightest attention and even Ariadne spared it only the slightest glance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 02, 2019, 09:31:24 pm</strong>
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				Daric laughed as the wind assaulted his face as they ride, he saw her catching up and heard the comments and laughed some more "my lady I took no offense! We at the Imp's Delight sells the best drinks and owns the best rooms around!" he said as he speed up on silver a little more, she was a lot harder to control but it was definitely a worthwhile experience.<br><br>He also ran into one of those silver bird he turned around a little to ask "You saw that bird? Never saw anything like it" speeding up a little, he wanted to go even faster but he wanted her answer first
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 03, 2019, 10:12:27 am</strong>
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				"I'll spare you their Elvish name," she replied. "I can barely pronounce it myself, but it translates to your tongue as a Starwing. The myth goes that they were born when stars fell to Earth. I doubt it's true, but it's a nice story at least."<br><br>She was managing to keep up to him as well as her mount possibly could, enjoying the feel of the wind through her hair. "Try not to get too carried away, you'll need me to point you in the right direction once we're out of the forest."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 03, 2019, 12:37:10 pm</strong>
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				He was grinning the whole time, his red hair and beard flowing in the wind and blue eyes pierced forward as he felt competitive. He looked at her as the elf spoke "interesting name, would love to have some downtime around them" he turned back to Silver, he saw that she could still go faster. He was barely hanging on but figured he could push himself a bit more, especially when he has been sober since morning.<br><br>He grinned as she warned him, though he took it more as a challenge "See you at the edge of the forest then" he said as he made Silver go full speed "if you can catch up to me that is" he said as he speed away, thinking he left her in the dust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 03, 2019, 01:00:45 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She took off, taking time but catching up with him before they reached the edge of the forest. "I should have given you fair warning," Ariadne said, smirking. "I am almost certain I've been riding horses since before you were born, you can get incredible speeds out of most horses if you know the right way to...persuade them."<br><br>She took a brief look ahead, seeing the first signs of the edge of the forest in the near distance.<br><br>"Tell me," she said suddenly. "What do you know of the lands north of here? I know few occupants of the city find their way past the boundaries of the forest."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 03, 2019, 07:25:07 pm</strong>
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				He gave up trying to go any faster, at least for now since she seemed to know what she was doing. He sighed in a little disappointment but it was to be expected "you must be pretty old then, Granny" he teased her as she gave him the tips.<br><br>He turned to see what she was looking at and saw the edges of the forest when she asked the question. He shrugged on his saddle and answered "that it's the lands of the wyvern, dragons and humanoid dragons, other than that I've heard telltales of monsters as large as a mountain, serpants the size of a river and such from the inn but sometimes truth and tales were mixed up so you couldn't tell what's what really."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 04, 2019, 10:14:20 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is more accurate than I would've anticipated," Ariadne said, laughing. "Although that's not quite true. But even before you get there you have to get through the Orc lands and the Troll Hills. Those could be an...interesting experience."<br><br>They finally reached the forest edge, exiting it to find there was a large town nearby, the sun slowly setting somewhere behind it.<br><br>"That is our destination for the night," Ariadne said. "I should warn you, the human lands north of the forest are far more lawless. Ezeira over there has a city guard of sorts, but they try to avoid intervening in matters as much as possible."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 05, 2019, 10:42:41 am</strong>
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				He smashed his fist into his hand and cracked his knuckles in excitement upon hearing it "sounds like fun, finally I'll be able to test out my training" he said, still trying to stay on the horse. <br><br>When they reached the edge of the forest he looked into the far distance and observed everything before directing his attention to the town she pointed out when he heard about the lawlessness he sighed "great, more chaos is exactly what I needed" he said sarcastically. "oh well, you said they are&nbsp; <em>the best inn in the land</em>" the last part he remarked in a mocking tone.<br><br>"let's see if they can impress this inn keeper" he said, moving forward in a moderate pace, not in a rush anymore then he turned to the elf "how's my riding? did I manage to impress you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 05, 2019, 11:09:10 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You did indeed," she said as she led him towards the open gate to the city. "Although, as weird as it sounds, it feels...odd to be riding out on a horse other than her.<br><br>As they entered the town Ariadne let out a sigh of relief, the streets at that hour were mostly empty, other than children ducking into doorways, and the occasional shoddily dressed soldier who seemed to pay them no heed. Near the centre of the town they finally stopped in front of an extraordinary looking building: It was made out of stones that appeared far sturdier than the defensive walls, a well-thatched roof covering the second storey of the building. The occasional neigh from nearby indicated that there was a stable behind the building. Sat on a bench in front of it, dressed in a uniform that seemed two sizes too big for him and leaning against a spear as tall as he was, was a young boy, his unkempt red hair half-hidden by a helmet which had fallen down his face. Indicating for Daric to wait Ariadne jumped off the horse, moving towards the boy as if she hadn't noticed him.<br><br>"I was told this inn was guarded by the bravest soldier south of the Badlands," she said airily. "But all I see is a child up past his bedtime." At the latter comment the boy sprung up, but his retort died on his lips as he caught sight of the elf in front of him. "Alex, it has been far too long."<br><br>"Auntie Arrie," the boy said excitedly, pulling her into a hug. "I told father you'd be back eventually." He caught sight of Daric behind her. "Who's your friend?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 05, 2019, 09:31:42 pm</strong>
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				Daric looked around as they approached the town and into the boundaries, he was relatively unimpressed. How could such a shoddy place survive in a place of orcs and elves and trolls not to mention being far from any kind of civilization. The inn wasn’t too much of a disappointment but he hoped it would prove him wrong, so he could learn something but that something was definitely not design. “My inn was still better, not impressed so far” before he dismounted Silver after she went to talk to the boy “thank you” he said rubbing Silver’s neck.<br><br>“Daric Dondarian” he said bowing a little as he looked at the boy “an innkeeper from a place a tad far from here, nice to meet you” he said in the usual proud owner demeanor. “And you are?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2019, 08:02:10 am</strong>
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				"Alexander," the young boy replied, trying to give Daric a salute but failing. "Although those who know me call me Alex. My father runs this inn. Daric, have you been on adven-"<br><br>"Alex, there will be time for this discussion later," Ariadne said, cutting him off with a firm but kindly voice. "But I need you to do two things for me: take our horses to the stable, and then tell your father I must speak with him urgently. Can you do that for me?" The young boy nodded enthusiastically, taking the horses from the two of them and vanishing around the side of the inn, Ariadne letting out a sad sigh. "Merrick isn't Alex's true father," Ariadne said, turning to Daric. "I found Alex in the forest, next to the dead bodies of his parents. I don't know why they were there or what killed them, but I couldn't leave him there and I knew Merrick had never been able to have the family he longed for, so I chose to bring those two lost souls together. Alex was...fortunately...too young for him to remember what happened, and I don't have the heart to tell him the truth about Merrick's relation to him."<br><br>With one last look in the direction Alex had gone she led Daric to the doorway. As they stepped inside the air around them seemed to shimmer, the enchantments around the building so familiar to Ariadne that she barely noticed the change. The inside of the inn was remarkable: although it was hardly a small building on the outside, the interior seemed far larger than most observers would have expected. It was packed with a mixture of ruffians, the occasional tired looking soldier, and even the occasional dwarf hunched over large glasses of drink. Stood at the bar, talking to a man in a long travelling cloak, was a short, stout older man with thinning grey hair. When he caught sight of Ariadne he gave him a smile and a nod.<br><br>"Find us a table," Ariadne said quietly. "I'll get us a drink."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2019, 11:41:53 am</strong>
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				Daric didn't like cutting people off but he understood it was urgent business. He was interested in the boy's story though he'd need to first teach him how to salute. He felt sad when he heard of the story. Said but he didn't pity the boy, pity is a dangerous thing that can be mistook for looking down on them. When his father died everyone said "I'm sorry" or "my condolences" and so on like they cared about him or that it was their fault. He knew some did feel that way but it wasn't the best option either. "He will grow up to be a fine boy, you did the right thing" he said turning to her and placing his hand on her shoulder, best he could anyways.<br><br>"seems like you dumped the responsibilities on him" he told her when she said she didn't have the heart&nbsp; to tell the boy "it's not my place to tell him anything but I think both you and Merrick should tell him together, when he's older and has the ability to process the news of course. Though the sooner the better". He stepped in along with her, he was impressed by the inside and now believed why they praised it so much "impressive, I might be able to take a trick or two from this place after all".<br><br>As she said she'd get the drinks Daric raised an eyebrow "I thought you don't drink Ariadne" he said as he looked around "for a place in the middle of nowhere this place is pretty good".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 06, 2019, 12:07:38 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"This place was here long before Merrick was," Ariadne replied. "He's never told me who its original owner was, although I swear it feels like he has been here longer than most humans live. And as for a drink," she said, laughing. "I said I didn't drink alcohol, that doesn't mean this inn doesn't provide other drinks I don't appreciate."<br><br>As she turned to head toward the bar a particularly drunk patron tried to grab her cloak. "Darling, come sit on my lap and I'll give you whatever you want."<br><br>"Allow me to offer you friendly advice," Ariadne said, turning enough to stare straight into his eyes, the daggers she wore glinting in the lantern light. "If you want your hand to continue to be attached to your arm you will keep it a LONG way away from me. Do we understand each other?" The man managed nothing more than a whimper in reply, turning back to his companions. "Unfortunately Merrick and Alex's kindness is...rare in this part of the world. As I said, find us a table and I'll join you shortly. And if anyone causes any trouble tell them you have one of the Shin'erai with you, anyone stupid enough to try anything then deserves what's coming to them."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 07, 2019, 09:12:01 pm</strong>
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				He smirked a little when she barked the man away "I see you're popular here" he teased as she went to the bar.<br><br>He didn't really needed the advice but he needed in appreciation as he turned to go get a table for them. He found one next to the wall nearby so he walked over and sat on one side, waiting for her to come back as he stared blankly around. The familiar setting made him a little homesick but he brushed it off. He wondered how old this man was, if he lived for that long he could easily be over a hundred. He watched her a little as she went to get the drink.<br><br>A man walked up to him, looking like he wanted trouble "what'd you want?" Daric asked the man. He was uncomfortably lose but his expression didn't change "you new here boy? This is our seat" he said motioning at the table<br><br>"oh sorry, I didn't know your name was on here, let me get my Shin'erai friend" the men looked at each other before one of them punched Daric, instinctively he drew the sword and cut the man's hand off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 08, 2019, 12:04:57 pm</strong>
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				Before the man could respond Ariadne had a knife against his neck, the other lingering near the small dagger the man was carrying. "I don't know if you know the reputation of the Rangers, but my knife can move far quicker than your hand or your friends can, tell them to back off."<br><br>"I think it's time for everyone to leave," came a gruff voice from the direction of the bar. There were some loud grumbles from around the bar. "If you think you haven't had your fill yet I'm sure my royal friend here will be happy to...discuss your complaint."<br><br>A few of the patrons seemed to steal a glance at Ariadne, before thinking better of causing a scene and heading to the door, along with the man who had struck Daric once Ariadne had let him go. She turned to see Merrick escorting an especially grumpy dwarf out, catching the tail-end of a discussion. "I know Doran, there is never enough alcohol to take your mind off work, you can try again another night." With that the stout older man shut the door, stretching just high enough to bolt it, before going to the bar for their drinks and heading towards them.<br><br>"Merrick, I've told you about divulging who I am in this bar," Ariadne said to him, more frustrated than annoyed. "I am capable of protecting you without people expecting something of me that I am not."<br><br>"My apologies Ariadne," the man said, offering her a brief embrace before turning to Daric and putting out his hand. "My name is Merrick, this place is my home and my inn." He let out a sigh as he saw the hand on the floor. "I swear it is not usually THIS unpleasant though."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 08, 2019, 11:18:31 pm</strong>
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				Daric looked at the men and the other patrons as they left, he didn’t expected them to make a scene and he felt guilty for robbing everyone of their drink, especially that dwarf. “Give me a minute he said before rushing to the door as he saw the dwarf leave “hey! Doran was it? Here take this” He said lightly tossing a bottle to the dwarf “home specialty from my inn, sorry for the commotion so take that as my compensation!” Before the dwarf can reply he rushed back inside to see everyone who’s left “I’m sorry for that, didn’t expect it to happen. As an innkeeper myself that was unacceptable” he looked away, rubbing his head. He turned to Ariadne for a moment and raised an eyebrow “and did he just called you a royal?”<br><br>He turned to Merrick apologetically and bowed, his right hand on his left chest “Daric, an Innkeeper from the capital” he said “I’m so sorry for what happened, I don’t usually make this kind of ruckus either” he picked up the hand and put t away in his pouch “I’ll throw it away somewhere later”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 09, 2019, 07:31:22 am</strong>
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				"You haven't told him have you?" Merrick asked, raising an eyebrow, before turning to Daric. "Did you not wonder why a blade like the one you're carrying is so elaborate, even by Elvish standards?"<br><br>"My grandfather was an Elvish king," Ariadne said, sighing. "The last to rule before my people fled to the lands south of the Great Sea. Indeed, as we speak, my brother rules there now. The story of how a princess finds herself as a ranger however is...a story for another time. Especially with the mission we're on."<br><br>"Alex told me you wanted a word with me," Merrick said, pulling a chair up to the table. "I can only think of two reasons that'd be, and I'm sure you wouldn't be crazy enough to...travel north..." He fell silent, seeing the look on Ariadne's face. "Ye Gods, you <em>are</em> going north, aren't you?"<br><br>"You're the only person I know aware of the events north of here," Ariadne said. "We need to know what we're getting ourselves into."<br><br>"You're not going to like my answer," Merrick said, sighing. "Do you want the bad news, or the worse news?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 09, 2019, 11:07:16 am</strong>
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				His eyes wisened a little as he looked at her <em>I was racing with a princess?</em> he thought as he looked back and forth between them "I mean, she only told me that he made the blade" he shook his head to get rid of the shock "well, that explains a lot. From her beauty to well... everything, except for the ranger part" he paused for a moment to listen to them talk and as they talked about how suicidal it was to travel north Daric helped himself to a bottle of alcohol from the bar, placing the coins on the counter, a little more than the market price for it and chugged a good amount before turning to Merrick "not like we have much of a choice do we? Do help us" he said and turned to Ariadne "so what'd you like to drink? I'll get some while we talk <em>princess Ariadne</em>" he teased her a little in a friendly way as he looked around and listened "as for the news, let's go from bad to worse" he said preparing to make non alcoholic drink.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 09, 2019, 11:27:20 am</strong>
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				"I suppose she's told you about the Orc-ruled Badlands to the north?" Merrick asked, chuckling slightly as Ariadne shook her head. "Let me guess, you were waiting for the right moment? Well, the bad news is the Orc warlord who rules there, Blacktooth, is said to be the nastiest Orc seen in generations. There are rumours of resistance fighters but...good luck tracking any of them down."<br><br>"If that's the bad news, I dread to think what you consider worse," Ariadne said.<br><br>"Well, as always I get idiots who travel north on some great hunt and are never seen again," Merrick replied. "Recently ten men decided to go to the Troll Hills to try and gain themselves the head of Troll Alpha to boast over. Only one managed to flee south, he was frightened half to death and he refused to say anything other than one word: Dragonstorm."<br><br>"N...no..." Ariadne said, trembling. "That's...Merrick, worse doesn't even begin to explain what that is if the man is telling the truth."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 09, 2019, 11:42:39 am</strong>
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				Daric stopped screwing around and joined them, he swallowed hard as he listened to them. He placed two glasses of water down for them before joining them, sitting in a triangle and positioned himself between the two. The Orcs which were supposed to be as tall if not taller than her, strong enough to break a tree with their bare hands and frightening enough to scare even the bravest of any warrior. "Does sound like a bloody ordeal, probably best to sneak pass them unless they have some kind of a grand prison we can get some friends from"<br><br>He scratched his head a little, confused about the dragonstorm "excuse me but could you fill me in on this dragonstorm? my folks knew a lot about many things but dragons are out of their range of expertises"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 09, 2019, 12:05:59 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I suspect the only people who would understand a Dragonstorm are dead, dragons or living among the elves," Merrick said grimly. "Although I suspect Arrie can explain better than I can."<br><br>"Dragons don't invade like other races," Ariadne said. "They send their minions-"<br><br>"You mean the Thunder Lizards of myth?" Merrick asked.<br><br>"Assuming the myths are true then yes, they would be among them," Ariadne replied. "They are sent ahead to push anything in their way ahead of them. First come the Orcs, then the Trolls, then the occupants of the foothills. If by some blind luck you survive them...then come the denizens of Dragonblight. The only positive side of this news is it can't have started yet, otherwise we'd already know about it first hand. We still have time to get to Dragonblight and persuade Stormrider there is another way to get what he wants."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 09, 2019, 10:43:40 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"best we avoid fighting Stormrider's troops then, not only that it'll be a death sentence between us two but it's best not to kill the ones we need help of" Daric said nodding in agreement then took another drink from the bottle "thunder lizards, dragons, trolls, orcs everything is just getting better and better".<br><br>He sighed and looked at the other two "alright, where do we start? you wanna go find some help in the land of orcs or go to the storm and hope one of them will be sensible enough to let us meet stormrider or do we avoid all of the above and sneak in to the land to find him?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 10, 2019, 12:20:35 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good luck trying to sneak into Dragonblight," Merrick said, chuckling. "There is a path which goes north through the Badlands and even through the Troll Hills. Beyond that I'm afraid so few people have gone that far that your guess is as good as mine, but at that point the peaks of Dragonblight should be visible anyway. There is an old sentry post near the border of the Orc lands you can use to plan your path north though."<br><br>While Merrick spoke Ariadne felt her eyes drawn towards the ceiling, unable to shake the feeling there was someone else in the inn but too distracted to even notice what the others were saying at that moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 11, 2019, 12:06:05 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric listened to Merrick intently "alright, let's go that route I suppose, anything else an outsider like me should know?" he asked before turning to see that Ariadne wasn't paying attention "hey Ariadne, you alright?" he said shaking her a little before trying to find what her eyes were looking at.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 11, 2019, 12:44:18 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Merrick, who else is in this inn?" Ariadne asked, now certain she could sense they had company.<br><br>"Just us three and Alex," Merrick replied, although he sounded less than convinced by his own statement.<br><br>"Merrick, you're a terrible liar," Ariadne said. "Besides which fact I can sense the other occupants magic from down here, who are they?"<br><br>"You can't tell anyone," Merrick said with a sigh. "If I let you meet her you have to promise to keep her secret, or her life will be in severe danger."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 11, 2019, 09:54:01 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric looked at Merrick with a raised eyebrow "I promise, but don't try anything funny" he said as he started to walk around to find the way up but he looked to Ariadne "so our friend here is a mage?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 12, 2019, 10:55:29 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"She's not a mage," Ariadne replied as Merrick led them up the stairs. "Her magic is...familiar, but I'm not sure why." They were led to the far end of the upper floor of the inn, down a seemingly empty corridor at the end of which was a plain looking door. But stood sentinel in front of it was a figure in a long red cloak, its hood hiding its face entirely, although the sleeves had rolled back far enough that, gripping a large spear, a pair of heavily tattooed arms could be seen. The figure lowered its spear as they approached.<br><br>"Merrick, I thought we had an agreement?" the figure asked, its accent so thick Ariadne struggled to place where it could originate from. "We offer you what protection we can, and in return you spare her from any visitors."<br><br>"I apologise Faeran," Merrick said, putting his hands up. "I promise I would not bring just anyone here, they are friends."<br><br>"And why should I trust them?" Faeran asked, turning towards Ariadne and Merrick.<br><br>"I come from the Dawnhammer tribe," Ariadne said, before Merrick could reply himself. She had been studying the figure's tattoos and realised where she knew them from. "My kind and yours once considered each other friends, I promise whoever you are protecting faces no danger from us."<br><br>The figure was silent for a moment, before moving his hands to lower his hood, revealing a man's dark-skinned face with an intricate tattoo covering most of the left side of his face. "I had thought those who knew our secrets died many years ago," he said, opening the door and signalling for them to enter. "I should warn you, she is...not what she once was."<br><br>Ariadne bowed respectfully, stepping into the dimly-lit bedroom, only to let out a gasp. Lying on the room's low bed, her breathing ragged and her skin pale, was a young woman. Her eyes were half-closed, the barest glint of jade visible beneath the lids, but Ariadne's biggest surprise was visible against the pillows she lay against: a pair of paper-thin wings could be glimpsed, although a rip was just visible in one of the pair.<br><br>"Great Gaia," Ariadne said under her breath. "Merrick, this is no mere mage you are in the presence of...she's a Queen of the <em>Sidhe</em>, I didn't think they remained in these lands any longer."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 12, 2019, 01:23:13 pm</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305230.msg14915264#msg14915264">Quote from: Lord Bane on June 12, 2019, 10:55:29 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"She's not a mage," Ariadne replied as Merrick led them up the stairs. "Her magic is...familiar, but I'm not sure why." They were led to the far end of the upper floor of the inn, down a seemingly empty corridor at the end of which was a plain looking door. But stood sentinel in front of it was a figure in a long red cloak, its hood hiding its face entirely, although the sleeves had rolled back far enough that, gripping a large spear, a pair of heavily tattooed arms could be seen. The figure lowered its spear as they approached.<br><br>"Merrick, I thought we had an agreement?" the figure asked, its accent so thick Ariadne struggled to place where it could originate from. "We offer you what protection we can, and in return you spare her from any visitors."<br><br>"I apologise Faeran," Merrick said, putting his hands up. "I promise I would not bring just anyone here, they are friends."<br><br>"And why should I trust them?" Faeran asked, turning towards Ariadne and Daric.<br><br>"I come from the Dawnhammer tribe," Ariadne said, before Daric could reply himself. She had been studying the figure's tattoos and realised where she knew them from. "My kind and yours once considered each other friends, I promise whoever you are protecting faces no danger from us."<br><br>The figure was silent for a moment, before moving his hands to lower his hood, revealing a man's dark-skinned face with an intricate tattoo covering most of the left side of his face. "I had thought those who knew our secrets died many years ago," he said, opening the door and signalling for them to enter. "I should warn you, she is...not what she once was."<br><br>Ariadne bowed respectfully, stepping into the dimly-lit bedroom, only to let out a gasp. Lying on the room's low bed, her breathing ragged and her skin pale, was a young woman. Her eyes were half-closed, the barest glint of jade visible beneath the lids, but Ariadne's biggest surprise was visible against the pillows she lay against: a pair of paper-thin wings could be glimpsed, although a rip was just visible in one of the pair.<br><br>"Great Gaia," Ariadne said under her breath. "Daric, this is no mere mage you are in the presence of...she's a Queen of the <em>Sidhe</em>, I didn't think they remained in these lands any longer."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 12, 2019, 10:38:09 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at the strange man with clothings he had not seen before, Daric replied when he asked why he should trust them "I'm an innkeeper, what am I gonna do throw alcohol at you?"<br><br>As the man revealed his tattooed face and dark skin, Daric wasn't sure how to react. Had this been in his tavern he'd give him free alcohol and interrogated him about his journey and story but this was no time for that. In the way they talked those around him knew of each other, and he was the only one left in the dark. "might I ask to be filled in please? who are you and what are the two of you doing here?" he said towards the man.<br><br>Upon hearing she was a queen he instinctively dropped to one knee, though it was half so he could look closer. "Sidhe? People of the mounds? Fairies? I mean, even in a world as strange as ours I'd find that hard to believe"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 13, 2019, 10:46:47 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Faeran's people..." Ariadne said, pausing for a moment. "I believe they are called the Asarni, although he is one of only two I have ever met."<br><br>"I fear my kind are nearly dying out," Faeran said, stepping into the room and slumping into a chair by the bed. At this point we are mostly found as bodyguards for those like her majesty here. Or I would be, but...what ails her is far beyond my knowledge to effect in any way."<br><br>"Please, don't bow," the Queen said, stirring and opening her eyes a fraction more as she turned to Daric. "I would not ask that of my own people, I will not demand it from a..." She paused for a moment, letting out a ragged cough. "A friend like you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 13, 2019, 10:55:23 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric hesitated before he stood up, he looked at the queen with an eyebrow raised "I'm honored to be called your friend, your highness" he said as he looked at the man and back to her "so, is there anything we can do for her? There must be an apothecary somewhere right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 14, 2019, 06:50:49 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've tried telling her that," Faeran replied with a grunt. "But she refuses any help, keeps repeating something about her 'destiny'."<br><br>"You will have to forgive him," the Queen said, letting out a weak laugh. "His kin have never possessed magic, unlike other fairies. My name is Izzekaya," she paused, wincing slightly. "You...you will likely find this hard to believe, but I have reason to believe that our meeting was destined a long time ago."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 14, 2019, 08:48:04 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric mouthed her name again to make sure he memorize it. "I don't believe in destiny" he said, keeping his voice low for the queen's sake "especially when it comes to sickness, please let us bring you a doctor then we can discuss then later. I don't know much about you but if you consider me a friend the least I could do is save my friend, the rest can wait" he said gently taking her hand in his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 14, 2019, 09:20:24 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Izzekaya didn't immediately respond, Ariadne suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, saw an unusual discoloration in one of the two wings, letting out a gasp of realization. "You've not told him, have you?" she asked.<br><br>"I'm not the only one keeping secrets princess," the fairy replied, before she suffered a coughing fit. "If I told him...he would never have allowed me to come here. You can explain it to them if you wish."<br><br>"There is no medicine that can heal what is happening to her," Ariadne said, turning to Daric. "You might not believe it to look at her, but...she is centuries old. Sidhe magic becomes stronger with age, but the legends say that the downside of that is that they can sense when their death is coming. Some isolate themselves and refuse to use magic to try and prolong their death but...judging by Izzekaya's condition she has pushed herself to the point her body does not have long." She turned back to the Queen. "But why? What could possibly be worth your own life?"<br><br>"Because I believe I know how to ensure your quest is a success," the fairy answered. "And this was the only way I could be sure I'd find you before it was too late."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 15, 2019, 03:09:18 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric looked back and forth between the two, trying to see their expressions and finally he locked eyes with the fairy, he sighed "alright, Izzekaya, if there's nothing we can do for you let's hear it then. What is it that it's so important you had to come find us at the cost of your lifespan?" he glanced at Ariadne for a moment but turned back to the fairy, figured he could ask about the secret later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 15, 2019, 10:44:05 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is an open secret that there are Orcs in the Badlands who oppose Blacktooth," the Sidhe replied. "Ordinarily tracing them would be difficult, but I know their location. I also know how to reach them while avoiding contact with the less...friendly greenskins. They are in Hellyon's Ravine."<br><br>"Hellyon's..." Ariadne fell silent for a moment. "What would Orcs being doing there? What would <em>any</em> creature be doing there?"<br><br>"The superstitions around that place make it a perfect hiding place for those who wish to remain hidden," Izzekaya replied. "I cannot make promises to you, but the one who leads them...his name is Drak'thel. Once, many moons ago, his grandfather swore fealty to the Dawnhammer clan. I believe, with that sword," she said, pointing to the Dawnhammer Blade, "he may be more willing to help you. And I fear that, even if Stormrider is half the dragon the rumours say he is, you will still need all the help you can find."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 16, 2019, 04:01:07 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darius nodded as they talked “thank you for your information, truly” he said taking her hand, giving it a kiss “normally I’d offer you come with us but you are in no condition to travel, before we make our destination to this Drak’thel I want to repay you for your help” he paused and looked her in the eyes, showing her he was sincere and serious “please tell me if there’s anything you’d like us to do for you”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 16, 2019, 06:43:09 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ariadne, may I have a moment with Daric alone?" Izzekaya asked. "I fear my time is almost done and I have a message for him."<br><br>"Of course," Ariadne replied, walking to the door before turning, uttering something in a language only Izzekaya seemed to recognise, and leaving the room.<br><br>"Daric, I may not have known her as long as I wish I had," Izzekaya said, turning to Daric, "but she carries more burdens than she seems able to reveal. I suspect she will need to recruit her own people for the coming war and...I am uncertain what it is that is stopping her from bringing that up."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 16, 2019, 11:07:07 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a little surprised when she wanted to talk to him alone and tried to understand what Ariadne said to no avail. He got closer to Izzekaya and listened close. He raised an eyebrow when she mentioned her recruiting "so you're saying I should stay with her and help her right? and find out whatever she is hiding"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 17, 2019, 10:14:52 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Exactly," she said, smiling weakly. "This...may not sound as reassuring as I intend it, but I believe...if you, Ariadne, the dragons and your allies are not strong enough to defeat Myraz, then none of us can." She let out a light cough, closing her eyes. "Good luck Daric, I hope you do not require it." Her grip on the blanket loosened, and with an eerie blue glow her body faded away.<br><br>"You should consider yourself special," Farean said, from the chair he hadn't left. "If a human has witnessed the passing of a Sidhe before, it has not been in more lifetimes than I can begin to comprehend."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 17, 2019, 11:52:20 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric listened respectfully to her dying breath, engraving each of her word to his memory as he fought back the sadness though he couldn't tell why he was sad. They had only met for less than an hour and they barely knew each other, he turned to Farean when he remembered the man to be sitting there. He felt lucky he didn't show the man his emotions and took out his bottle, uncapped it and drank a fair amount before replacing the lid.<br><br>"Special? you made it sound like I was lucky, last thing I want is for another kind soul to leave this god forsaken place" he chuckled sadly standing up "so are we digging a grave for her or do you have another idea? The least I could do is give her a proper funeral." he said, looking at her lifeless body without turning to him, he stared at her for a few moments before turning to Farean "So what's your plan now? Since she wanted me and our princess friend to recruit I take it you're coming with us?" he walked up to the man, reaching a hand out for a handshake.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 17, 2019, 12:12:29 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"She must be returned to her homeland," Farean replied. "Unfortunately if anyone other than me enters the Sidhe lands I...cannot be certain you will be welcomed. As for joining you..." He laughed as he glanced at his spear. "Don't allow my weapon to fool you, I am no fighter. I will attempt to persuade her kind to aid you however."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 17, 2019, 12:37:03 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"thanks, for everything. I wish you save passage on your journey" he said to Farean before he walked out to Ariadne "hope you didn't evesdrop? either way we need to talk, there are things you aren't telling me aren't there? it's about time to let the cat out of the bag your highness" the way he said the last two words were slightly sarcastic, indicating he'd like to not be in the dark anymore.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 17, 2019, 03:45:14 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Royals don't become rangers," Ariadne said after a moment. "At least...we're not supposed to, there's no actual LAW against it. I took the step because...it was a combination of things." She slid to the floor, resting her head on her hands. "I had everything in my homeland: loving parents, a brother who would've risked his life for my safety, a..." she paused for a moment. "A lover who was no royal but I didn't care. Then my mother died of an unknown sickness, and when my father died while out visiting neighboring islands, my brother and I clashed as to whether they had been murdered or whether it was bad luck. When he told me I was too young to lead an army myself I...I gave up my place in the court. I gave up the first real relationship I'd ever had, all in order to escape the death I felt surrounded me there. I thought my new life would be better, and then..." She clenched both fists, gritting her teeth. "Then my fate became entwined with Myraz, whether I wished it or not."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 19, 2019, 09:25:04 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see, I'm sorry to hear. What about your brother? Is he still around?" Daric asked, lowering himself next to her and tried to wrap his hand behind her and petted her back, trying to make her feel just a little bit better "you made it sound like someone was trying to kill you back there. So this is why you wanted to recruit an army? To avenge your lover? I'm assuming the odd arrow you had was for the bastard" Daric said, he felt a little jealous but not sure why he'd be. He didn't know this Royal until just a few days prior at most "I trust you, that's why I wanted you on this journey, if you trust me you can tell me anything or confide with me. I may not be able to replace your lover, not that I planned to anyways, but I do want us to become friends. Or more if you so chose" he said with a reassuring smile, trying to cheer her up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 19, 2019, 10:18:23 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"My brother still lives, as far as I know anyway," she replied. "But I have not heard news of those lands since I left. That wasn't the lover I wish vengeance for though. There is one thing you must know about elven love: we are only supposed to fall in love once. But my love was more...unusual than most." She took one of the lockets from under her tunic. "She was a human, from your city. We met when she got lost in the forest on an errand for Karolina. We were happy, we were in love...but I could not bear to watch my love grow old when I would not. But even when she married another we remained close. Until..." She let out a sad laugh. "The irony is, the day she died, when we were supposed to meet but I went off on a ridiculous wild goose chase, she was going to tell me that she couldn't bear to be without me, that she wanted to rekindle our love if I would take her back." She paused, tears pricking her eyes as she opened the locket and showed it to Daric, a surprise waiting inside: a picture of Ainur, the same woman the blacksmith had mourned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 19, 2019, 10:57:31 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric raised an eyebrow when she said her love was unusual and that her lover was a she. He wiped her tears with his fingers, feeling the elf's soft skin before he leaned over to see the locket and blinked in disbelief when he saw who she was talking about. His eyes widened a little with shock and surprise when he found out that the girl his friend was so deeply in loved with was thinking of Ariadne. He opened his mouth to say something but swallowed it. It wasn't his place to say anything, and it would only complicated matters, or he didn't know what to say. "I knew her, she was a sweet girl" was all he managed to said, "her... husband gave me this sword to avenge her" he said, reaching to unsheath it and handed it to Ariadne to inspect "I won't tell him about this, you can have my word, not unless you want me to" he rubbed her back again, hoping to comfort her a little "I was going to use it to avenge my father but... I might be more fitting for you to be the one". <br><br>"Might I ask what this wild goose chase was?" he said reluctantly after waiting for her to give a comment on the sword and possible reaction to that he knew her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 19, 2019, 11:14:25 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You keep the sword," she said, handing it back. "I keep my sword out of habit more than anything, I am far more skilled with knives or my bow. As for Ainur's husband..." She let out a soft chuckle. "I suspect he knew, she said the guards delayed her return one day when she had visited me and...instead of being angry with her, he just said 'Next time bring me back some of the famous Elven bread'. Karolina certainly knew about us, and...when I discovered Ainur's death from Karolina she told me that Vennar had wanted to find me in case our shared grief could help each other, but even knowing he accepted her love for me...I couldn't face him, not with the broken heart I carried, or the guilt that...if I had been there maybe I could have saved her life."<br><br>She took a moment to try and calm her emotions before continuing. "Rumours reached the ears of the Sentinels that there was a large Orc raiding party threatening the Northern lands, I couldn't say no to assisting the locals, but it seems it was either a misunderstanding or a drunk fool playing a prank for his own entertainment."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 19, 2019, 11:33:28 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He sheathed his sword and looked at her, chuckling himself as she told him the story at his worry over nothing. "well I'm glad I won't have to be the one to bare the news to him that he wasn't the only one" he joked a little, pulling out his drink and drank some "wonder if your bread might be good to eat while drunk", he placed his bottle down and looked at her. He moved his hand over to her shoulders pulling her closer to him to comfort her "don't worry about it too much alright? It's not your fault for what happened, or didn't happened. You're a princess with a heart of gold so keep doing what you're doing, now you have me to keep you occupied with my drunken antics" he said laughing a little before he lowered his voice into a warming tone "you know, I'm in no position to say this but you should see him, at least for a little. It'd be good for the both of you".<br><br>He gestured the drink towards her "alcohol always help, I know you can't handle your drinks that well but you'll get use to it, drink up". The bottle was almost empty, enough for one big gulp.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 19, 2019, 11:45:44 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I appreciate the offer," she said, nudging the drink back to him, "but the only alcohol I have ever tried and enjoyed in any way is only served many leagues away from here. I can at least provide you with some bread though," she said, reaching under her cloak and producing a loaf that seemed dotted by silver lights. "I promise it is edible, don't ask me what the silver objects are, all you need to know is it will not harm you in any way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 19, 2019, 11:53:04 am</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric took the bottle back and placed it down "Once this shit is over maybe we could go get a drink from there then, consider it my treat" he said before he observed the silvery bread, he took it and inspect it like some kind of gem which has just been dug up and is now being priced "interesting..." he said before he ripped a piece out and ate it. He couldn't describe the taste but it was nothing like he has tasted before "Might I be able to convince you to share me the recipe? folks at my tavern would love this" he said as he followed it with the alcohol, it wasn't a complimenting flavor so he put the alcohol away in hopes of matching the flavor profile. "I'd want to know what it is though, even if you told me not to ask" he said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 19, 2019, 12:44:40 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe when things are calmer," she said, only just managing to suppress a large yawn. "We need to be as alert as possible for the coming journey, especially since it may be some time before we find another comfortable bed to rest in. That means we are best off getting as much sleep as we can while we are here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 19, 2019, 12:51:23 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric stood up and dusted himself, the information made him forget the drowsiness. He reached his hand out for her “alright, comfy bed it is, are we sharing beds or rooms or were sleeping separately?” he asked. It’s been a long time since he has sad someone he’d talk to like this that wasn’t a patron at the bar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 19, 2019, 01:19:23 pm</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I promise this is nothing against you," she replied, taking his hand and getting to her feet. "But I would rather have separate rooms. I get the impression most of this inn is empty so it's not like we will struggle to find a free room. And if, for some reason, Merrick asks for payment I can cover that, he and I have arrangements for those times I need to stay here, whatever the reason may be."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 19, 2019, 11:46:50 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled at her rejection "fair enough" he gave her a hug, a little tightly though not sure if it were to give her a piece of mind or his own. "I know this is too early for it and you have your own reason to be here, but thank you for coming on the journey with me, had I came along I would've probably gone insane" he said, not letting go until she said otherwise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 20, 2019, 01:01:08 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should be thanking you," she said. "It was doing me no good to sit in the forest stewing in my grief but doing nothing to avenge what happened to Ainur...I might have been tempted to do this alone, I may have been trained by the greatest of the Royal Guard and spent decades as a Sentinel, but that is nothing against magic as ancient as a relic of Dragonblight possesses." She laughed. "The stories of the elves claim dragon magic was once capable of shaping the world itself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 20, 2019, 08:52:00 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd like to hear that, though I suppose it'll have to be at a later date" he said shrugging. He held her for a little longer before pulling away from her a little "As much as I consider us friends I don't usually officially do that before we share a cup by the way" he said yawning a little "if you so choose to accept me that is" he said looking at her, keeping eye contact.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 21, 2019, 10:21:53 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have no issue with people hugging me," she said, shrugging but also smiling broadly. "At least, as long as the person hugging me doesn't cross any inappropriate boundaries anyway, otherwise they'll discover my skills with a knife first hand. I feel more than a little relieved you've yet to give me a reason to pull a weapon on you though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 22, 2019, 07:59:11 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her, feeling good that he wasn't about to get stabbed by her "that's good to hear, anyways I do hope I'll get to share a glass with you one day, hopefully soon" he said, walking a bit suggesting they should get to their rooms but wanted her to lead the way so they can have rooms close to each other "Well I'd be sorely disappointed if that was your first impression of me, but I believe we'll be good friends" he nudged her a little "maybe even help recommend my inn as a must stay place at my town?" he said, half jokingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 22, 2019, 10:40:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not sure how much of a good idea that would be while we're on the verge of a massive war," Ariadne replied, chuckling. "But assuming we both manage to get out of this alive, I promise I will convince as many people as possible to come to your inn. I even promise to avoid sending a load of Orcs more likely to loot your tavern than to actually drink your wares."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 22, 2019, 12:03:28 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"wise choice, though if you do I'd put their heads on a spike, that ought to teach them who they shouldn't mess with" he said smiling tiredly and yawning "anyways we should go sleep, good night princess, if you have nightmares feel free to come to me" he said, half jokingly and paused to look at her reaction a little before going into his room, change and sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 22, 2019, 03:21:05 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll bear that in mind," she said, laughing. "Although when you spend long enough in the Forest of Shadows you learn that real life is often a hell of a lot scarier than the worst your imagination can conjure. Good night," she said, heading for one of the smaller rooms, hanging most of her weapons over the back of the door but making sure she kept one of her knives close to hand as a precaution she hoped would be entirely unnecessary.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 23, 2019, 03:56:33 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric stepped into one of the larger rooms, one for couples or lovers out of habit. It wasn't because he wanted Ariadne to go with him, rather it was to reminiscent of the good times with his long gone girlfriend, though he didn't bring it up because his story with is lover was a short lived one which was less painful than most. Another reason he picked the large room was because that way no one would hear his screams and cries during the night. At least that's what he had hoped.<br><br>He unclothed and showered, dried then put on accomidation clothes and slept on the bed, staring into the ceiling thinking of certain things in his life which he wished was different. Then went to what will be and slowly nodded off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 23, 2019, 09:43:02 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ariadne managed to sleep without any interruption, waking up and throwing on her clothes. She then headed downstairs to find the town and even the inn were still quiet, the only other sign of life being Alexander trying to sneak some food from the kitchen, who looked extremely sheepish when he realised Ariadne had spotted him.<br><br>"Put some of the less...healthy food back and I won't mention it to your father," the elf said, chuckling. "Be thankful it wasn't Daric, I'm not sure he'd be as charitable." Once he had scurried off back to the kitchen she found a seat at the bar, deciding to wait for the others before worrying about food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 25, 2019, 10:04:51 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric wakes up as he felt light from the rising sun shining onto his face. He got up and changed into his clothes after a quick wash. He walked down stairs to see the elf seated at the bar "well you sure are up early" he said yawning and stretching a little "though since you're a ranger I shouldn't be surprised".<br><br>He approached the bar and grabbed himself a bottle, he placed a fair amount of money for the drink and took a sip "slept well I hope?" he said taking a seat next to her and waited her response, looking at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 25, 2019, 10:27:40 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In a forest like that it can become next to impossible to tell when the sun comes up," she said, chuckling. "So my body tends to wake me up when it wants to, as opposed to when I'd like it to." She went to get herself a glass of water, sitting back down again with a sigh. "I slept better than I have in some time, how was your own sleep?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 25, 2019, 11:33:30 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"good, as good as I could have anyways" he said shrugging before taking another swig and wiped his mouth. He wanted to hide his nightmares and thoughts of things that happened or could happen.<br><br>"so what's for breakfast?" he said approaching the door and opened it. He saw Alex eating the food and returning the ones Ariadne deemed less healthy "care to share little boy?" he said to the boy, leaning on the door, smiling at his bravery as he leaned on the door frame.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 25, 2019, 12:11:52 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can offer you something a little more...fulfilling," Merrick said, entering the room just as Alex dashed out, the old man unable to suppress a smile at the boy's activities. "I got wise to what he was doing a long time ago, so all he manages to steal is what my patrons won't eat themselves." He walked over to a small stove in the corner of the room. "I can offer you fresh bread and milk from one of the local farms if you want it, I'm aware my cooking doesn't match up to Elven food though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 26, 2019, 09:24:30 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric turned to see Merrick enter and smiled at the kind old timer as he spoke. "could've just told the poor boy he could take it instead of making him sneak around, or are you training him as a thief?" Daric joked and chuckled looking at the stove Merrick went to. He nodded at the food offer and shurgged "I've only eaten elven bread once, I'm taking that as a luxury not the norm" he chuckled and approached the man "thanks for the stay by the way, as an innkeeper I kinda feel bad staying here for free after the commotion last night"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 26, 2019, 10:05:58 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But for the threat of what Ariadne can do to anyone who causes me hassle this inn would've closed a LONG time ago," Merrick said. "So as far as I'm concerned her and anyone she calls friend has earnt the right to not have to pay me for their stay." He reached into one of the cupboards, producing a loaf and pulling a knife from a nearby drawer. "And I wouldn't worry about Alex, that tyke will be down to the baker's shop as soon as he thinks we're not paying attention. You can say many things about him, hungry is definitely not one of them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>June 28, 2019, 09:06:24 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric laughed as he listened to the story and turned back to look at Ariadne, after a moment he realized he was staring a little too long and turned back to Merrick "she's amazing isn't she, I don't know what kind of thing the elvens expected in their princess but if it were my princess, the last thing I expected of her to do would be to become a ranger and traveling alone in the woods killing things and protecting small inns" he chuckled, sounding almost dreamy. He shook his head and looked back at the man as he got out breakfast "you could at least tell the kid that you're ok with him doing this ya, know? what's the pointing of hiding it?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>June 28, 2019, 09:14:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It keeps him entertained," Merrick replied, shrugging. "Most families with children his age fled this place long ago. If I was younger and had somewhere to go I would likely do so myself. I guess I fear what would become of him if I ever tried to be too strict with him. Although there are limits." He went into the pantry and came out with a pitcher full of green-colored liquid. "I feel certain he would follow you north if he could, but he is too young and far too naive for a quest like that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2019, 10:04:01 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric chuckled as he listened to the story "I suppose that'd be the case, though if you really wanted to keep him occupied you could teach him the basics of sword and shield or spear, I'm sure that'd come in useful and it'd occupy the kid while he practice". <br><br>He raised an eyebrow at the idea that the kid would follow them into the danger "he's gotta learn eventually, if you let him I can bring him along and I swear I will keep him safe". He said as he reached out for the drink, curious "and what's this?" he said as he looked curiously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2019, 10:46:26 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There are things worse than Orcs north of here," Daric said, grimacing as he poured himself a glass. "Maybe one day, but...he is all the family I have, I do not wish to risk his life unless I absolutely have to." He poured a glass of the drink for Daric. "It's called Elgeyan Juice, it's made from a rare fruit grown on a farm not far from here. It might not look all that appetizing but I'm pretty sure it's the best non-alcoholic drink you can find for miles around."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>July 02, 2019, 09:22:57 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric smiled at the man as he took the drink "You sound like my dad used to" he said looking at the green liquid "I'd usually prefer alcohol but I guess this wouldn't hurt to try". <br><br>He took a whiff of the strange liquid before sipping from the cup, finding the sensation strange but surprisingly pleasant with the mix of sweet and sour. It was unique and gave the man a warm hearted smile "man, I don't remember the last time I've had something that lifted my spirit up." he closed his eyes and thought of his past, for the first time it was of good times he had. The nostalgic smell of coco and the warmth of the fireplace.<br><br>He opened his eyes and turned to the man "you don't happen to have any seeds of the fruit do you? Otherwise I might need to come up here quite often" he said chuckling as he drank some more but slowly, trying to make it last.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>July 02, 2019, 09:54:15 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'd have to ask the farmer," Merrick replied. "He pretty much requires his farm workers to swear on their life they won't try to steal a seed so I've never managed to persuade him to give me more than a fresh supply of the drink."<br><br>"How's the food coming along?" Ariadne asked, appearing in the doorway. "You innkeepers may only need drink to be satisfied, but if we're going to the wilds north of here I require some form of food in my belly first."<br><br>"Nearly done," Merrick replied. "Feel free to help yourself to a drink though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>July 02, 2019, 10:49:47 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daric turned and laughed at Ariadne "drinks are the best food of all! easy to eat and doesn't get stuck in your throat" he said taking another swig at the cup and motioned it to her "try some while we wait, I'm assuming this was the drink you meant when you said there's something you like to drink here. Clearly something like this must tickle at your Elven tongue" he said smiling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>July 02, 2019, 11:05:16 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is indeed," Ariadne replied as she poured herself a glass. "There is something very similar to this in my homeland, but it's just different enough that I'm sure that is more a happy accident than a result of a deliberate act. It's at least easier to stomach than some fruit juice I've tried drinking before."<br><br>"If you two are done yakking about my drink," Merrick said, pretending to sound annoyed, "you can take your seats next door. I'll bring the food in shortly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>July 02, 2019, 11:12:52 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"don't mind if I do" Daric chuckled as he moved to the next room with his drink, pouring some into his cup until it was almost full and started drinking it like a man who haven't had water in days. He drank as slowly as he could of course but still quicker than he'd liked. He turned to Ariadne and looked her in the eyes "tell me, what's the land of elves like? From the stories I've heard it was a land straight out of fairy tales, with white tall glorious castles that practically blind you in sunlight, fruits and animals never seen before in any other part of the world. Food so renowned that many chefs would kill to get their hands on the recipes, grand buildings and markets with create ornate symbols and patterns and men and women, beautiful to perfection in the eyes of humans." he stopped himself from rambling and waited to see if she'd confirm what he had thought it was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>July 02, 2019, 11:17:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Some of that is true," Ariadne replied, chuckling. "If you believe the old tales there's an older Elven land far to the south of my homeland, but if it exists no Elf has visited it in a great many centuries. My homeland consists of a massive archipelago of islands, although my family calls the largest of the islands home. It is surrounded by a large outer defensive wall, which protects a large city, at the centre of which stands the palace the royal family calls home. Myraz's palace may be larger, but I would take great pleasure in watching his men try to lay siege to the Palace of Eternal Blossom. There are secrets within it even my family haven't yet discovered, beyond vague hints anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>July 03, 2019, 06:57:07 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd rather see it before that happens, if ever" he said taking a sip and burped "excuse my manners, anyways I'd enjoy seeing his castle sieged and the bastard killed or starved to death more" he said staring at the drink. He looked back up at Ariadne, keeping eye contact to make sure she knew what he was about to say was serious "what if we have the orcs help us? Say bribe them into helping us saying they'll get a reward. We'd use them as vanguard where they'll take the bulk of the damage" he said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>July 03, 2019, 10:23:59 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wouldn't want to fight a full-grown male Orc anyway," Ariadne said as Merrick brought the breakfast in. "Thankfully nothing larger than a goblin usually ventures outside the borders of the Badlands, but the few times I've been into their territory I've seen that male Orcs could do serious damage to even the most skilled soldier. Hell, a female Orc is hardly a pushover, especially if their children are in danger."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>July 03, 2019, 11:39:31 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				he looked at them as they spoke "are you implying we kidnap the children and use the orcs to fight them? Or perhaps we kill one of them and blame it on him" he said looking at the food, taking a whiff of the smell "also this smells incredible, what is this?" he said looking at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>July 03, 2019, 12:12:38 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not unless we want to make getting to Dragonblight <em>more</em> difficult," Ariadne replied, laughing. "If the Dawnhammer Blade won't earn their loyalty, trying to bully them won't help us." She tucked into the breakfast, unable to help a smile at how tasty the food was. "I suspect we should steer clear of trying to persuade the trolls though, they can be...difficult at the best of times, but catch them on a bad day and we'll be lucky if we leave with just a broken arm."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2019, 10:45:56 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I love myself a good challenge, plus if they are really that strong then we could use any help we can get" he said eating the breakfast, surprised by how good it was as he dug into it "but fine, we can try a little then if we fail we could always try on the way back" he said looking at the sword as she mentioned it. This whole thing was crazy for him, he's the innkeeper who listens and tells the tales. Not some hero on a quest that's another person's job! He drank the green juice and thought about it quietly, letting his mind wonder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2019, 11:11:28 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have interacted with Orcs before," Ariadne said taking a break from her breakfast. "But not since before the newest ruler took power. I wouldn't have called them allies at that time, but they at least remained cordial and largely pacifistic." She looked out of the window wistfully. "Are you looking forward to getting your first glimpse of the Badlands? It can be...quite the experience."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2019, 09:33:15 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Orcs are pacifists? I wouldn’t have guessed” he said his eyes following her gaze out of the window “but yes, I’m ready and excited” he said smiling. He wasn’t sure what to expect except for a wasteland but he was excited to finally be a part of a story instead of being a storyteller to someone else’s.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>August 01, 2019, 04:37:32 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The Badlands are an odd place," Ariadne said, finishing her meal. "It contains one of the greatest forests other than the place I call home, but then it also has a wasteland not so fondly called the Bone Wastes. And that's assuming you don't believe the old wives tales about the lands being haunted."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>August 21, 2019, 03:23:34 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"why is it called the Bone Wastes? Lots of corpses?" he saided as he finished his meal and started to drink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>August 22, 2019, 06:24:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No-one's entirely sure," Ariadne replied. "I've heard at least three different versions of it. One claims a mythical beast unlike any other stalks those lands and kills anyone who enters the Wastes, another claims it was the site of a battle on an unimaginable scale, somehow lost to history. The other claims it's somehow the remains of a dragon slain their millenia ago. It's not a place I've been tempted to visit, I know it seems daft for an Elf to be scared of any place."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khal Drogo</strong> on <strong>September 21, 2019, 09:53:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finished his food and downed his drink to wash it down, listening intently at the story. He packed his items and waited for Ariadne "welp, there's only one way to find out" he said smiling and motioning for the door "ready when you are"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wrath of the Dragonkin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Jenn</strong> on <strong>September 22, 2019, 02:33:43 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm ready as well," Ariadne said, standing up and checking her weapons, before noticing the bar's youngest occupant was nowhere to be seen. She turned to her old friend. "Merrick, tell your son I am sorry I could not say goodbye to him myself, if I get out of this quest alive I will try and return here when it is all finished."<br><br>"Don't you two want some food for the road?" Merrick asked. "This might be the last chance you get to ensure you have a decent meal on hand."
			</dd>
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