A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate
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				Title: <strong>A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 18:31:17</strong>
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				Here she was, had it really only been a year ago that she had last stood on this stage? So much had changed since then. She had changed. No more was she the meek and mild miss. The sheltered child that had set off on something akin to a tantrum so long ago. More than that, the world had changed, at least in her perception. She had set out to save that world. To destroy what she thought to be an evil that would consume all if not stopped. How wrong she had been, she hadn't known what true evil was back then. It all seemed so petty now. When it was time to share their tale.<br>&nbsp;Rain looked out over the crowd of people gathered before her, some faces she recognized, many more that she did not. Some stood out more than others, and she smiled at those who had taken part in the tale that she was about to weave. Her friends, the ones who had taught her much more about the world, about life than they could ever begin to imagine. It was time, and she moved forward to the very edge of the stage,and held up her hands for silence. It came quickly, and as the eyes turned towards her, she smoothed her so distinctive red hair back behind delicate ears, less comfortable under their scrutiny than she had once been.&nbsp; <br><br>“It was but a year ago that I last stood here,” She announced to the crowd, as she gained their attention. “It seems much longer ago than that. Many of you may remember that day. I asked for volunteers then, those who were brave, or foolhardy enough to join me in a trek into the Shadow. There were those amongst you that answered that call. I made a promise that day, to tell their tale, to immortalize their deeds in history. Against all odds I'm here before you now to do so. It has been a hard year. Friends have been made, and lost.” Her voice cracked slightly, as she remembered it all, and she blinked away a tear. This would be harder than she had thought, telling this story, recalling it all in the detail that she must relay.<br><br>"During our trek, we have seen things that few have seen, both wondrous and horrifying. I have gazed into the face of my own personal hell. Learned things about myself, and people as a whole that I had never known possible. Now, I am here to share it with you.” She cast her eyes out over the crowd, pausing until she had every eye upon herself. “I tell you now, that this may be hard to believe, may seem the errant aggrandizing imagery of a bardic tongue. But every word I speak, will be true. Our tale begins on this very stage, one year ago. It begins, with a different tale...”<br><br><br><div align="center">***</div><br><br>It was foolish, what she meant to do today. If he knew, The Duke would have her locked in his deepest dungeon until the fancy left her. That was why she had made sure never to let him know. Never to let him see what her curiosity and imagination had brought forth as a plan. All because of a tale in a book that had been hidden away deep in the stacks of the Royal Library. All because she could not stand to see what the world around her was becoming. The injustice stung her all too keenly. The way things were was not the way that they were supposed to be, and she wanted to fix it. That book had given her hop as to how she might.<br><br>She had come across the tale by chance on a stormy night last winter, and Rain was not going to be turned away. She had lived too long in the shadow of The Duke, and was only just now coming to realize how very much worse Daemion was. How he'd fooled her, her ill chosen lover. She had been so very, very naive, but that was gone now. Now all she could do was find a way to carry on. To save what she could of the only world that she knew. To make it better.<br><br>She'd come to realize that she could never save The Duke. The man had become too corrupted, too far gone to the world of petty politics and appeasement. Had lost the heart of what it was to be human. She could never make him a good person, it was only a wonder it had taken her so long to realize it. How she had hopped, but those hopes were for naught. So she was going get Morrin back, the only good man she had ever known, and the only one that could fix it all. She would steal back that which He, and his circumstances, had destroyed if it killed her trying. Alone, she did not have the power, but if the tales were true, she would have her way. She simply need someone to accompany her.<br><br>The small bard stepped raised dais that was the stage, her flame red hair dancing in the breeze where it was not confined beneath the braided net she had made of its top most layer. With its overabundance, she scare needed the burgundy and black velvet clothing that adorned her body in its fitted splendor, marking her as Court Bard to those who knew anything of such things, and simply wealthy and well formed to those who did not. There were familiar faces in the crowd, some welcome, and others not so, ever the performer, she smiled brightly, and dropped into a most elegant curtsy. She was after all, one of the main events, she would not disappoint those that had come to see her. She would entertain them, and in doing so, hopefully, she would draw them in.<br><br>"Today," She called out, and waited for the sounds in the crowd to die down. "I bring you a tale, a tale I wish to prove, but I need your help to do so." She paused for dramatic effect, only heightened by sudden, dead silence. She grinned.&nbsp; "I will tell you my tale, and then, I shall I speak to whomever wishes to help me prove it. Many of you know me, by reputation, if not by name, and I promise you, that if you help me, I will write you a tale the like of which the world has never known, and you will go down in history as a hero." <br><br>She felt a flash of triumph as Daemion's face went red. Had he really thought that she would listen to him? That she would meekly do as the lying bastard said when she could be doing something that she believed needed to be done? By the time that he could speak with The Duke and get anything at all done, she would be well outside of either of their power. More immediately, it did not matter, for all his temper, he would do nothing while she was on this stage. The Duke, for all she hated him, protected her in that way. Daemion did not dare harm her in a fashion that could be reported upon. Later, when they were alone, she could well be in trouble, but she didn't intend to be alone with him ever again. A cool, regale smile curved her lips as she met his gaze square on. This round, was hers. "Now that I've caught your attention, I give to you, an ancient tale from the time of epic adventures. Settle in, and I shall share with you: The Dreamer, and the Shadows..." <br><br>At the end of her tale, Rain stood on the stage looking out over her crowd, smiling at the rapt faces that were before her. It was a story meant to be to spoken, that had become clear soon after her voice had fallen into the ringing cadence of story telling. That had only helped the immersion. If ever there was a tale to stir the imagination and the adventurous spirit, it was that one. Now, she needed to get off this stage before the affect was lost. Throwing her long tresses over her shoulders, and collecting her skirts, she made her way to the stairs, and skipped down them to the bright green grass while they were still caught up in the daze following a well told tale. Daemion was waiting for her as she reached the ground, and she sighed, grimacing at him, and arching her brow.<br><br>“That was some tale that you had to tell,” He remarked, face impassive, and voice much too pleasant. Oh yes, he was highly upset. “You're a little fool you know. Thinking that I will allow you to wander off in such a manner. Thinking that The Duke will allow you to put yourself in danger in such a way. He is your patron little one, never forget the claim that he has on you. Never forget that our chiefest goal is to protect you.”<br><br>“Protect me?” She scoffed, “Is that what you call it? As for The Duke, I won't be telling him. Nor will you, if you know what is good for you. All I would need do is tell him what you have been about, show him the bruises, and you would quickly find yourself to be in his dungeons. How would you like that?”<br><br>“Neither you, nor His Grace scare me little girl,” Daemion growled softly. “You should know that by now. The fright goes the other way. Do not forget who taught you how to use that blade of yours, who gave you your horse. Do you really think that The Duke has any say in anything that I do not allow him to? For all his force of arm I say 'jump' and he asks how high,” His voice was vicious, cruel, but low enough that few should be able to hear.<br><br>“You really should think of who's realm in which you stand before you speak, and you call me the fool,” Rain scoffed, starting to push past the man that had caused her so much pain, so much strife. “I am one of the only ones present who sees his evil. Who knows what he has done. All these people around you, they love him. It would do you well to remember that Daemion the drifter, to remember who took you in and gave you a home. To remember that if no heir is forthcoming, He will be your King soon enough. His uncle is old, Lady bless his soul and bring him health, and he is failing more and more. It will not be over long before His Grace, will be His Majesty. Would you still seek to control him? Still think yourself above one who could call the entirely of Alexandria's magical and military force down upon your head?”<br><br>Daemion grabbed her then, in a punishing grip that made the small woman whimper and attempt to tug her arm away. “I will not fear him even then.” Daemion whispered into her ear. His breath was warm, and an involuntary shiver traced down her spine. She could not help the effect he had on her, the effect that he had always had. She would not let it be her undoing this time. “All you have to do, is forget about Morrin, forget about what could have been, and I could show you dreams you never thought possible.” He nuzzled at her neck. “I love you little one, never think otherwise.”<br><br>“Let me go,” She demanded. Struggling, but he'd caught her up well and truly now. His arms wrapped around her, catching her arms to her sides, pinning her quite effectively with his far superior strength. “I said release me!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mycroft</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 19:57:00</strong>
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				"You tell tales of the impossible with such passion your flames tickle even the most skeptical. Your sense of wonder is measured out far too heavily for so small a child. Perhaps that's the secret of a good story teller. Too much of the fantastic for one mouth is a burden best shared with a thousand ears." The voice had a distinct accent, the otherworldly tinkle of bells that came from one who was raised to speak native elvish. Despite the fact his clothing was significantly out of fashion, he was readily recognizable as a healer. With blond tresses roughly cut, he was otherwise well groomed and elegant, despite the apparent age of his clothing. <br><br>His smile matched his gaze, warm and unconcerned, as if he had not ascertained the gravity of the girl's discussion with Daemion. With a delicate tilt of his hips, the elf held up his hands gingerly, introducing himself without title, "I am Ekimus Kornis. I was eager to hear more of your fanciful stories, if only to indulge in more of your gifted voice..." He seemed to notice Daemion for the first time, his face impassive as he offered a slightly more masculine bow. Ekimus was well known for his deeds in the Time of Fire, and though the centuries of lying low had weathered his reputation down to the point he was at best a vaguely remembered name amongst many in the tapestry of war, he had a strong presence, as if he were once upon a time used to being heeded despite being a few centuries out of practice.<br><br>"But forgive me, please. I've interrupted you. If time permits, and your companion indulges, I would love to discuss your tales of dreams and shadows. I can pass the time with tales of my own of the Old Kingdom, the Fair Queen... and her court." He seemed to taste the last words, over-enunciating them, as if he were making a veiled threat. It made no sense though, and given the measured pace of his speech and his calling as a healer, it was unlikely he was the type to frequently resort to intimidation. Perhaps it was just his unusual accent. He bowed again sharply, before ascending the steps, "Milord... by your leave, I should very much like to borrow her when you are finished."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Featherfall</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 22:57:31</strong>
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				For about the hundredth time that day, Mord-Ra wondered whether or not he could set the sun on fire. Sure, he’d never been able to reach it with his fire before, but the bajillionth time had to be the charm, right? After an intense “staring match” where his eyes never penetrated the blessed black of his hood, he sighed and tugged his cloak tighter to his skin.&nbsp; No, it wouldn’t do to blow up the sun; after all, the “fleshies” as he had taken to calling them, apparently liked it; a lot. Bastards. How was an honest journeyman supposed to travel in the daytime? <br><br>“Cat eat the Lady’s skirts, it burns!”<br><br>Mord’s eyes widened, taking a quick glance to his left and his right, noting that now he had several pedestrians of the fine city of…wherever the hell he had ended up now, somewhere in Alexandria, by the look of their dress…giving him the “Look”. It started out with the quizzical, “Who’s that madman that just screamed? Is he sun-touched?” They would then look a bit closer, thinking that Mord was just a might pale. Then their eyes would widen, and their mouths would unhinge, most too frightened to even scream. The braver of these “fine people” (who probably have never dealt with anything more dangerous in their fair city than a bad storm) would soon turn tail and run, screaming throughout the city streets for the guards. <br><br>Some of them might actually be worldly or learned enough to know just what it was they were so frightened of. Oh, he could hear them now.<br><br><em>“Wraith! There is a wraith in the city!”</em><br><br>Mord had enough of that in the last city that ran him out, and he had no intention of being run out of this one! Not after traveling through this Fates’ cursed sun! He snarled at the already rising eyebrows, drew his cloak even tighter around himself, and walked off to the city square. There was bound to be something happening there; tumblers, jugglers, bards, <em>anything</em> to draw attention away from the suspicious pale elf in decked completely in black and entirely onto the tone-deaf fools tripping over themselves while the public clapped adoringly and tossed them coins they could ill-afford to lose.<br><br>***********************************************************************************<br><br><br><em>Well, this is, unexpected.</em><br><br>Mord found the stage easy enough; apparently today was a major day for performers, or maybe this was just a regular occurrence; whatever, no one noticed another face in the crowd, even a tall, decked-in-black one. There were the usual tumblers and fumblers, and all sorts of yawn-inducing acrobatics and nincompoops. Honestly, he almost preferred the stares; they’d be welcome if he was expected to be impressed by the next person who “ate fire”. Hell, sense he liked the taste so much, he just might give them a whole mouthful! <br><br>Then she walked onto the stage. If Mord knew how much trouble she would have brought him, he’d have burned the entire town. Just to be sure. He most certainly wouldn’t have let her speak! The way she spun her words, like a spider weaving its web; the way she accented one vowel, stressed another; gave a shake of the hip, a nod of the head. This was no low-rent tavern whelp singing for their next crust of bread and drop of mead. This was a high-class Court Bard, the cream of the crop that the nobles horded to themselves and their courts. Whoever she was, she was one accustomed to both receiving and deserving of attention.<br><br>She was also, Mord was than willing to admit, quite easy on the eyes; that most certainly helped in paying attention.<br><br>As desirable as she was, great a presenter though she may be, it was her tale that caught Mord’s attention. The Shadows, the Dreamer! A chance to make your dream a reality! Fanciful, whimsical, silly; not something Mord would have ever taken seriously…that he could remember anyway. Yet, the way she spoke, the words she chose:<br><br><em>"I will tell you my tale, and then, I shall I speak to whomever wishes to help me prove it. Many of you know me, by reputation, if not by name, and I promise you, that if you help me, I will write you a tale the like of which the world has never known, and you will go down in history as a hero."</em><br><br>It wasn’t the promise of rewards or literary immortality that interested him. She believed it. She believed she wasn’t spouting some myth of legends, but a real and reachable place that she fully intended to reach. This wasn’t a story of entertainment; this was a recruitment drive. And the prize at the end, not the immortality (wraiths already had that, after a fashion) but the wish one would receive!<br><br>When she descended the stage, he almost didn’t notice her being accosted by a rather dangerous and armed man; he barely took notice of the finely dressed elf fop, dismissing him as a threat altogether through carelessness borne of haste. He stopped just short of the three individuals, drawing his hood back just enough that he could get a better view of her.<br><br>“Bard! I would have you tell me more of this, ‘Gate to the Shadows’!”<br><br>His grin, his eyes, his claws; what he tried to make sound like a simple request, his ambition and nature made sound like a threat.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 20:52:25</strong>
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				“No, no.&nbsp; Like this.&nbsp; Now watch carefully.”&nbsp; <br><br>Naomi performed the move again for what felt like the hundredth time today and she performed it flawlessly.&nbsp; It had been a busy day at her fencing studio and she was grateful for the silver coin her students pressed into her hand at the conclusion of their lessons.&nbsp; This would be the last private lesson of the day and, since it was still early afternoon, she might actually get a good meal and an early bed for a change.&nbsp; She could not remember when she last slept through an entire night.<br><br>The young man, a son of a local merchant, watched carefully as Naomi performed the <em>`Glaire</em>.&nbsp; Her footwork was perfect.&nbsp; Her wrist spun the hilt of the long slender rapier in tight circles causing the blade to sing.&nbsp; She was one with the weapon, “born to it,” her father had told someone once, when she was but five or six years of age.&nbsp; Indeed she was born to it and in her hand the rapier became like a lute to a troubadour.&nbsp; But the song her instrument sang was not one of romance or heroes.&nbsp; Nor was it one of love and passion.&nbsp; No, the song her instrument sang was one of blood, suffering and the wide-eyed look of surprise as her opponent understood, too late, their death was at hand.&nbsp; In her fingers the rapier became an instrument of justice, loyalty and the defense of self and Nation.&nbsp; <br><br>In a flash it was over and she ended the move in a deep, knee-bent thrust.&nbsp; Her blouse was soaked with sweat and her long, tightly braided, sunlit hair hung in damp ropes across her back.&nbsp; She paused a moment and seemed to drift away in thought as a memory suddenly passed across her vision.&nbsp; She blinked once then smiled at the young man who stood slack jawed watching her.<br><br>“Now then,” she said catching her breath.&nbsp; “You try.&nbsp; But this time, keep your right foot angled towards that far corner at the start.&nbsp; I will count the rhythm.”<br><br>Naomi sheathed her blade and counted aloud as she wiped sweat from her face and arms with a towel.&nbsp; The boy showed promise but still had a nasty habit of dropping the tip of his blade too soon in the set up.&nbsp; A tell that could prove fatal in a duel.&nbsp; But the young man finished well and she clapped her hands in approval.&nbsp; Money would buy praise if necessary and if it kept them coming back, well, so much the better.&nbsp; <br><br>She bowed her head and thanked the young man as he pressed three silver coins into her hand.&nbsp; He had that look in his eye.&nbsp; She had seen it a thousand times in the eyes of boys and men alike.&nbsp; Appreciation of her beauty and strength.&nbsp; Sex and danger in one lithe package.&nbsp; Who would not be drawn into such a dream?&nbsp; But that was all it would be for this young man; a dream.&nbsp; He would go home and fondle himself as he watched her in his mind.&nbsp; She smiled and shook her head pushing him out the door.&nbsp; He grinned in the dusty, sunlit street, walking backwards, away from her.<br><br>“Until tomorrow then,” he shouted and performed a flourished, courtly bow.&nbsp; <br><br>Naomi closed the door, crossed the room and began gathering up her leather vest and armor that she had discarded earlier.&nbsp; The day had grown hot quickly and she could teach just as well in a light silk blouse as she could in a leather vest.&nbsp; Besides, she had no dueling practice scheduled so it did not matter.&nbsp; Sitting on the edge of a small writing desk she counted the day’s takings.&nbsp; Not bad.&nbsp; She would eat well this night and have enough for a hot bath and an ale before retiring to her rooms above the studio.&nbsp; She slipped on the vest and began unbraiding her hair when the door opened.<br><br>“Sorry but we are closed for the day,” she called without looking up.&nbsp; “Come back tomorrow early if you are seeking a lesson.”<br><br>“I am aware you are closed.&nbsp; But, unfortunately, I cannot come back tomorrow for I am in need of your services now.”&nbsp; <br><br>The voice was deep and husky and the accent spoke of wealth and power.&nbsp; Naomi paused and peered between her braids towards the voice.&nbsp; Standing in the open doorway was a large rotund man in his late forties judging from the girth of his belly.&nbsp; He wore finely made clothes of deep reds and greens.&nbsp; A merchant from the looks of him.&nbsp; His face was as fat as his body and there was a whisper of a beard he was obviously trying to grow and refused to give up on.&nbsp; His dark eyes were deep set and tiny.&nbsp; His brown hair was close cut but had a sheen from too much scented oils.&nbsp; A ring-belt around his considerable waist held a small dagger that Naomi judged was more for show than function and a purse of rich leather.&nbsp; The purse was clasped with a silver buckle.&nbsp; His sausage hands sported several gold and silver rings and one in particular caught her eye.&nbsp; A thin gold band with a red gem in the center that, she surmised,&nbsp; would probably fetch a pretty penny on one of the black markets.&nbsp; Naomi finished untying the first of her many braids and brushed the hair over her shoulder.&nbsp; She looked at the man and then at his purse.<br><br>“Well, come in and close the door before you flood the place with horse flies,” she stated matter-of-factly as she started working on another braid.&nbsp; She watched him as he closed the door and turned toward her.&nbsp; He looked around the room half expecting to see someone else.<br><br>“You are the one they tell of?”&nbsp; He asked almost reverently.<br><br>“Depends,” Naomi mused.&nbsp; “What is it they say of me?”&nbsp; <br><br>She was half teasing, half mocking both him and the rumors of her skill.&nbsp; It was true, she had killed six grown men in single duels since she was fourteen, but it helped to hear how the stories had mutated.&nbsp; The fat merchant folded his hands over his belly and whispered as if he were in church.<br><br>“I am told you have killed twelve men in duels.”&nbsp; <br><br>Naomi blinked.&nbsp; “Twelve you say?”<br><br>“Aye Miss, I have also been told you are for hire as a bodyguard?” <br><br>Naomi continued working on the braid.&nbsp; She said nothing for a moment and this caused the man to shift his weight several times.&nbsp; He looked embarrassed.&nbsp; She made him wait until she finished with the braid.&nbsp; Standing she shrugged on her leather doublet over her vest and watched him closely.&nbsp; He was nervous, that much was clear.&nbsp; She kept her gaze on him as she bucked her sword belt and adjusted the frog.&nbsp; She wore her balanced, silver handled rapier, sheathed in its black, polished scabbard; one of her best.&nbsp; Her twelve-inch dagger hung on her right hip.&nbsp; She could, if need be, fight with both weapons at the same time.&nbsp; Fact was, Namoi DeMonet could fight with most any bladed weapon she found, save perhaps a great sword.&nbsp; <br><br>“Aye I am for hire,” she stated as she looked down her nose at him.&nbsp; “But why do you need a bodyguard?&nbsp; The city is safe enough in the day and you don’t strike me as anyone important.”<br><br>The insult struck the man as if she had slapped him.&nbsp; He narrowed his eyes at her and she saw now his nature.&nbsp; He spoke calmly, deliberately.&nbsp; A man who was used to being obeyed.<br><br>“I am Tal Corval, perhaps you’ve heard of me?”&nbsp; She had not but it did not seem to matter as the man continued.&nbsp; <br><br>“I seek your services for one or two hours, beginning now.&nbsp; I am to meet an important client in the city center.&nbsp; I cannot tell you the particulars, but suffice it to say there are others who would like to prevent this meeting, if you catch my drift?”&nbsp; <br><br>Naomi nodded.&nbsp; She understood the system of smuggling contraband and the dangers it entailed.<br><br>“I am willing to pay handsomely for this short period of employment,” he said as he patted his purse.&nbsp; Naomi understood the wisdom not to ask too many questions.&nbsp; The whys were not important nor were the reasons.&nbsp; All that mattered was the gold.<br><br>“Very well,” she answered.&nbsp; “I am your sword for this afternoon, but understand this.&nbsp; If I say ‘move’ you move and if I say ‘run’,” she looked him up and down.&nbsp; “Well, you run as best you can and don’t look back.&nbsp; My price is…”<br><br>Tal Corval held up his fat fingered hand.&nbsp; “You will be paid to your satisfaction I assure you.&nbsp; To seal our agreement I am prepared to offer you an advance.”&nbsp; <br><br>He opened his leather purse and brought out a small coin bag.&nbsp; Tossing it to her he watched her reflexes; she was fast, very fast.&nbsp; He nodded his approval.&nbsp; Naomi shook the small bag.&nbsp; Gold, maybe five or six coin.&nbsp; More than she would make in three months of teaching.&nbsp; She tilted her head and studied the man. <br>Whatever it was he was smuggling in was important, but that was not her concern.&nbsp; It was time to leave.<br><br>&nbsp; ************************************<br><br>They arrived at the city center without incident.&nbsp; That did not surprise Naomi since any attack would come after the exchange, on the way back to Tal Corval’s house.&nbsp; She did not know if he had been watched entering her studio but, if her reputation was as he told her, then the bandits or rival business men would need to hire one or two extra swords.&nbsp; Naomi smiled to herself at the thought of such fame as she took up position well behind and to the right of Tal Corval who was standing before a stage set up for the afternoon’s entertainment.&nbsp; From her position she could easily scan the crowd marking any suspicious movement.&nbsp; Her experience living in the border towns during her service taught her much about rogues and bandits.&nbsp; Assassins too she could recognize.&nbsp; She saw nothing out of the ordinary as the crowd grew.<br><br>The fire eater, having finished his meal, left the stage.&nbsp; Naomi scanned the crowd again and saw one rather tall figure standing a short distance from Corval.&nbsp; Black cloaked the man hid his face in a deep cowl but the air around him seemed charged and people intuitively gave him a bit more space.&nbsp; He was too tall for an assassin but that could be a ruse.&nbsp; She made note of him.&nbsp; A movement to her left caught her attention.&nbsp; There was a jostling in the crowd as a cutpurse was caught.&nbsp; She snapped her attention back to Corval.&nbsp; Someone new was standing next to him almost touching his shoulder.&nbsp; Both men were watching the stage, in fact, the entire crowd was watching the stage, but Naomi had her job to do.&nbsp; She moved toward Croval and took up position at his back.&nbsp; The crowd was tight this close to the stage leaving little room for maneuvering should anything happen.&nbsp; Then she saw the exchange.&nbsp; Corval passed something to the stranger who inspected it and nodded.&nbsp; At this Naomi understood; Corval was smuggling something <em>out </em> of the city not in.&nbsp; With the exchange made the man shoved his way out of the crowd.&nbsp; Naomi watched him go.&nbsp; The job was over.&nbsp; Simple.&nbsp; Easy money.&nbsp; But payment would have to wait for Corval and indeed the entire crowd was watching the stage in rapped attention.&nbsp; Naomi’s eyes shifted to the stage and beheld a young woman; a Bard.&nbsp; But this richly dressed woman was no ordinary singer of tales.&nbsp; This was a Royal Bard.&nbsp; Naomi frowned wondering why such an important individual would be permitted to tell her tales out of Court, especially one whose looks were unique to say the least.&nbsp; Then the red-haired Bard spoke and the crowd pressed forward.&nbsp; Her voice vibrated the air and, as she began her tale, none could take their eyes away.&nbsp; She wove a tale that became a tapestry of heroes and lost quests, of danger and love and the heartbreak of failure.&nbsp; This was a Master Bard and Naomi’s heart was lifted by her imagination.&nbsp; Suddenly the Bard was finished and she thanked the crowd who stood in utter silence and awe.&nbsp; Naomi wanted to learn more of this “Dreamer, and the Shadows” for if what the Bard described was true, then Naomi needed to see it for herself.<br><br>When the Bard left the stage she was roughly greeted by a large, brooding, armed man.&nbsp; He appeared to be her minder or protector but his roughness spoke of a different kind of closeness.&nbsp; He was angry that much was clear.&nbsp; Naomi pressed closer, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her rapier.&nbsp; She had taken only two steps toward the woman when Corval grabbed her from behind.&nbsp; He grinned at her and said something about this job being a test and that she had passed the test.&nbsp; Naomi frowned and pulled her arm away.&nbsp; The only voice in her head now was that of the Bard and her tale.&nbsp; Corval pressed another small pouch into her hand, but she did not even look at it.<br><br>“You did well lass and I will be calling on you again.&nbsp; For more important jobs.&nbsp; Ones with actual danger.”&nbsp; He said laughing.&nbsp; With that he turned and joined the dissipating crowd.<br><br>Naomi turned once more to where the woman stood, but now the Bard was approached by an Elf who seemed as interested in the tale as Naomi.&nbsp; Indeed, Naomi wanted to ask the woman more.&nbsp; She wanted to hear more of the tale and learn more of this “Shadow”.&nbsp; Instead she held back.&nbsp; Watched.&nbsp; Shortly another man approached.&nbsp; It was the hooded man she saw earlier.&nbsp; He approached the Bard and spoke.&nbsp; There was something odd about both men.&nbsp; But the new one was more than odd.&nbsp; He spoke to the Bard and her minder took a step back as if to be near the other would not be wise.&nbsp; Naomi shifted to her right coming to the edge of the stage where she could get a better view.&nbsp; Her hand tightened on her sword hilt when she saw the man was not a man but a Wraith.&nbsp; Elves were not uncommon to her.&nbsp; They came, went their own way, and bothered no one.&nbsp; But a Wraith was rare indeed and usually meant trouble.&nbsp; He spoke to the Bard, then stepped back and waited.&nbsp; <br><br>Naomi too held back.&nbsp; What would she say to the woman?&nbsp; How could she explain how the tale had affected her?&nbsp; She did not have the words to describe it.&nbsp; This “Shadow Gate” intrigued her, called to her.&nbsp; Naomi waited.&nbsp; She would follow the Bard and her rough looking companion and any others who joined them.&nbsp; She would follow them and learn more about this “Shadow.”&nbsp; But more importantly, she would help the Bard prove it if she could.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 22:00:13</strong>
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				One would think that the sight of a huge white wolf would be disconcerting. Indeed, one would think But this particular wolf had made its presence known in the village awhile ago, and had haunted the various residences long enough that most the inhabitants knew this wolf, and were no longer frightened. The in fact treated this so called 'wild' animal like a friendly stray dog.<br><br>At the moment the wolf was sitting outside the butchers shop, very quiet, staring in the back door and managing to look quit woeful. Golden eyes had taken on just the appropriate amount of sadness and hunger, silky white ears drooped at the perfect angle. Fluffy tail wrapped tight around haunches and forelegs. Coinin didn't move. Only his bright eyes followed the movements of the butcher doping his job within, only his black nose twitching slightly as the smells of fresh meat permeated his senses. His stomach gave him away though as it growled quite loudly, and a line of drool <em>just</em> started to dribble from his jaws as the butcher looked in his direction. Innocence oddly enough seemed to fill his canine features as his tongue slid out quickly to lap up the offending fluid. The butcher gave a hearty laugh, cutting a rather nice looking chunk of pork and throwing it out the door to the wolf. His movement was quick and lithe as he snapped the treat from the air, a happy muffled bark given to the man before turning away from the meat shop and loping away with his prize. It was tough work begging for scraps, but the rabbits in the area were getting smarter, and more wily. <br><br>He had been intent on heading back to the woods to his den until a voice drifted across the winds. Sweet it was, holding the cadence of a skilled bard, and as his ears swiveled to take in the sound he turned in the direction it was coming from. Soon enough he would come to the crowd gathered around the story telling stage, and just at the edge of the people he would lay down, listening to the tale as he enjoyed his treat of pig.<br><br>Did any find it odd that this wolf seemed to be listening? Did any pay attention to the fact that a wolf simply made himself part of the gathering as if he belonged? It mattered not to Coinin at the moment, for he was listening to the lady intently. Shadow Gate? Adventure! Companionship. And just maybe... more word of a personal trail that had gone cold. He'd made his decision to simply follow the lady, watching as she exited the stage, licking his chops clean. But his compromise to simply follow was changed for him as the lady was accosted, as her loud cry for release met his ears. And even as two males approached her, obviously looking to thwart the attacker in a casual manner, he felt the need to intervene in his own way.<br><br>So it was that he began to dash through the crowd, tongue lolling, ears laid back, weaving deftly around people but still managing to shock some. A few female squawks accompanied his dash, several male shouts, even a few people knocked off their feet. But they didn't matter as his target came into view. He would careen towards the lady and the man grabbing her, barrel his way between the pair of men standing before them, and leap up, jaws wide.....<br><br>… only to land forepaws on the shoulders of the lady, standing on his back legs, tail swishing and tongue lapping wetly and happily upon the lady bards face in obvious pure joy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 00:02:53</strong>
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				"I said release me," Rain insisted again, giving one mighty push that to her surprise actually succeeded in pushing Daemion away. A startled glance revealed Daemion quickly masking a look of intense shock all his own behind a dark glower. A voice behind her prompted the small bard to turn her attention in that direction. The voice it seemed, belonged to an elf, an older one from word usage and syntax. Even granting the vast age disparity the words "small" and "child" hit a nerve. Why did everyone focus on the fact that she looked so young, and what did her size have to with <strong>anything</strong>? Only that he clearly didn't mean it as an insult held her tongue. Then he introduced himself, and she felt her eyes widen as she put name and appearance together with the tales that Daemion had told her of the Elven War. They'd been her favorite bedtime stories as a child.<br><br>"Not <strong>the Ekimus</strong>?" She asked breathlessly, taking a small step towards him, the compliment she completely ignored. "The legendary Healer of the Time of Fire?" That was the name that the Elves used for it, wasn't it? Oh well, that didn't matter, what did matter was the hand that came down rather roughly on her shoulder. Apparently Daemion didn't like the fellow, and she glared up over her shoulder at him as he pulled her back against his chest. How could Daemion behave this way? Ekimus was her idol! The person she'd wanted to be just like when she was a child. Daemion knew this! Had seemed to encourage her wish to be just like the Healer, perhaps that was only because he was indulging her issue with causing another harm. Even still, a Healer would not hurt her, so why was he trying to stop her from approaching this one?<br><br>While she'd been fuming, her idol had been talking, and Daemion was getting decidedly less happy with every word. She could feel it in the tension and pull of the muscles of his torso as they pressed against her back. He'd been angry to begin with, and Rain was suddenly frightened for the Healer. Still, she did not miss the veiled threat in the elf's voice, or the way that Daemion flinched back. This wasn't good. Did these two know each other? She needed to change the focus before Daemion did something rash.<br><br>"What Daemion is or is not willing to indulge is of no concern. I am my own master, and I would love nothing more than to share tales with you," She gave Ekimus a brilliant smile, and took a step forward. Daemion made no move to stop her. The incongruity of his behavior stopped her, and she looked back and forth between the two completely lost. If something was happening here, it was much more subtle than the by play at The Duke's court. Ekimus' "Milord" caught her off guard. An elf, calling a human lord? Perhaps it was simply old fashioned manners...<br><br>"Rain has said herself that she is her own master. We are done here, I know of no way to dissuade her from this madness," Rain blinked at Daemion's proclamation. What, by all that was holy, had happened here? Daemion backed down from no one. Where had this new demeanor come from? The sense of something very wrong interrupted her thoughts, and Rain shivered.<br><br>The pale creature that stepped into their gathering next seemed so very fitting with that sense. The dark black of his clothing only managing to emphasize even more the color that his skin lacked and the ice blue of his eyes. The sound of a sword being drawn restarted Rain's heart for her. At least the lurch in her chest would suggest that it had stopped for an instant. Daemion's attention had definitely shifted at the seeming threat that this new fellow had leveled. Yet if he was threatening her, why here and now, when there were people all around beyond their small group? It would have been better to wait for a quiet moment when she was alone like the ladies of the court did, wouldn't it? Nothing was making sense at the moment, and so to prevent disaster, she did the most nonsensical thing that she could think to do.<br><br>"Of course I'll tell you more of what I seek," She said, forcing herself between Daemion's drawn sword and the too pale figure. Her voice didn't tremble, much, of which she was rather proud. "That was the point of what I've done after all," She forced a smile, and swallowed, taking another step towards him. "You've a wish to join me then?" <br><br>"Come away from him Rain!" Daemion's voice was cold, tense. "He's a Wraith. He's dangerous. If you must do this madness send him on his way first."<br><br>"No," She found her voice to say. "A dangerous ally may be exactly what I need to see this through." At least she hoped that he was an ally. Something told her he would be a bad enemy to have. Daemion didn't seem inclined to agree with that notion as he started to push past her as if to attack, and was promptly bowled over by a large, white wolf.<br><br>Rain was soon to follow, and she blinked up at the lavender sky, trying to clear the stars from her eyes as her face was enthusiastically bathed by a large, wet tongue. For several moments all she could do was blink, and then a laugh burbled up from her throat, and she reached up to scratch the wolf behind the ears.<br><br>"Have you come to join me too pup?" She asked brightly as she moved to sit up. "You certainly are a beauty, but what are you doing in town?" She cast her eyes about for Daemion then, worried that he would take this as an attack and was even now positioning himself to hurt the lovely animal. He was no where to be seen. "Now where did he get himself off to?"&nbsp; She asked the wolf with a frown. Not that she expected the animal to reply, but then, with an odd start like this, who knew?<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Daemion leaned against a tree some distance away and looked out upon the group as Rain sat up. This wasn't good, any of it. First that damned Healer who could give away his whole game, and now the wolf. He knew that wolf, not personally, but he knew what he was. The wolf that wasn't, the last survivor of an ancient race. They were dangerous to his continuation in the life of Rain. <strong>His</strong> Rain. This plan of hers was madness. Even assuming that they managed to survive, to deal in Shadow was to play with Fate. To take Fate into ones own hands was tricky at best.<br><br>"Ahhh, but what of those that are the Hands of Fate? What is this gathering if not The Weaving of The Web?" The voice was feminine, amused. Daemion knew he did not hear it with his ears. "When mortals meddle, sometimes, it is best for mortals to fix the meddling."<br><br>"It's madness! A disaster waiting to happen!" Daemion growled.<br><br>"She's not a child anymore. You always knew she was destined for great things my son. It would do you well to remember those things. Do not fight that which is not within your power to succeed against."<br><br>Daemion turned with a snarl, and attempted to put his fist through the trunk of a very large tree. All he managed to do was cause himself a great deal of pain. He'd had a&nbsp; plan for Rain. A plan for her life. For what was ultimately to be. Rain was <strong>his</strong>! His mate, his reward, and the High Prince did not like to be foiled. Not when he had done so much for her, for her mother before her. Aendra, the one he'd wanted, but knew that he could never have... It was best not to think about those things.<br><br>There was one in that group that may know, one who had been present during the war. Could the Healer figure it out? Would he notice, would he understand? He couldn't, it would never do. Rain couldn't know, she wasn't ready to know. There wasn't a single thing that he could do about it. Not unless he wished to lose Rain forever. No, it was best to step back for now. To follow in the shadows. He could do more unobserved, and then there would be no reason for the elf to tell Rain what he knew. He would lose her if the fellow did. So for now, he would bide his time. He was good at waiting, age had after all taught him patience.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 23:09:22</strong>
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				The crowd was slowly moving off in one’s and two’s or standing in small clutches discussing what had been presented to them by the courtly Bard.&nbsp; Was it just a story or was it perhaps, even a parable?&nbsp; Was the “Shadow” she spoke of real or just a tool designed to teach them about courage, loyalty between friends and determination of spirit?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Naomi, now captivated by the young Bard, walked nonchalantly in a wide arc around the young woman and her human companion, who seemed to be growing more irritated and protective of her as the minutes passed.&nbsp; When the Wraith approached and began speaking and the rough looking companion of the Bard half-drew his sword, Naomi stopped.&nbsp; Even though she was just out of earshot, the dynamics of the group and the body language of the participants spoke louder than any words could shout.&nbsp; There was a definite air of possession surrounding the Bard’s companion that went beyond mere duty.&nbsp; If he was her bodyguard or even her minder, he was, from every indication Naomi could observe, also her lover or at the very least, <em>in </em> love with her.&nbsp; But it was even more apparent that he wanted to control her and equally apparent that she wanted nothing to do with it.<br><br>Naomi watched with growing interest as the little Bard stood between the Wraith and her companion trying to reason with him.&nbsp; As the two men glared at each other the Bard spoke and even though Naomi could not hear what she was saying, the passion on her face should have been enough to persuade him.&nbsp; But, it seemed, he was thicker than wood when angered.&nbsp; He started to push past the young Bard, his sword now fully drawn, when, out of the mingling crowd, a flash of white blazed upon the scene.&nbsp; Without warning, a wolf, white as newly fallen snow and larger than any wolf Naomi had ever seen, leaped upon the girl, knocking her to the ground thus instantly drawing everyone’s attention away from the dangerous confrontation between her minder and the Wraith.&nbsp; <br><br>Naomi, whether out of sheer instinct or some newfound desire to also protect the young Bard, found her hand gripping the hilt of her rapier and her body turned sideways, her right shoulder tilted toward the group.&nbsp; Seeing, however, that the wolf was enthusiastically licking the Bard’s face as opposed to clamping it’s jaws around her neck, and, seeing also that her minder had moved off and was now leaning against a nearby tree, Naomi relaxed and returned to her casual demeanor.&nbsp; With the confrontation defused and the parties in question now separated, Naomi strolled over to the tree where the Bard’s minder was fuming.&nbsp; Walking behind him she looked him over to ascertain how he would “measure up” as an opponent.&nbsp; He was bigger than her and obviously much stronger, but she had faced trolls in the Borderlands who were easily twice his size.&nbsp; He would be prone to use his strength and size in an effort to overpower his foe and thus end any confrontation quickly.&nbsp; He would not want a drawn out affair for that would expose his weakness; a lack of strategy.&nbsp; Naomi smiled to herself as her hand absently rose to her chest and her fingers toyed with the leather cord around her neck.&nbsp; She wondered how long she could tease this man with her rapier before she got bored.&nbsp; <br><br>Leaning against the opposite side of the same tree, Naomi watched the Bard laughing while the wolf expressed its affection.&nbsp; She could feel the man’s heat as he glowered at the small group.&nbsp; Here was a man, used to being in control, now forced to watch from the sidelines as the object of his passion defied him.&nbsp; When he suddenly turned and punched the tree Naomi nearly jumped, but instead, moved a few steps away.&nbsp; She waited until the man calmed down before returning to her perch.&nbsp; She needed information and felt that, as this man’s bitterness and anger was somewhat under control, he might be willing to talk.&nbsp; Turning she rested her left shoulder against the tree.<br><br>“That was some tale she wove.&nbsp; Who is she I wonder?”<br><br>Naomi tilted her head and turned her gaze to the man.<br><br>“You seem to know her sir.&nbsp; I am curious.&nbsp; Who is she?&nbsp; For her clothes and manners suggest a courtly upbringing.&nbsp; What can you tell me about her?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Featherfall</strong> on <strong>16-12-2011, 04:48:40</strong>
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				When Mord walked up, he only heard the tail end of the three-way conversation; something about an Ekimus and the Queen’s Court. Really, nothing that concerned or interested Mord at all. The only thing that concerned him was the bard’s answer. Though why she was staring at him as though he had slaughtered her family before her eyes somewhat bothered Mord. Yes, his memory wasn’t the best anymore, but he’d most <em>certainly</em> remember killing the loved ones of someone important, at least as recently as this little stripling had been alive. <br><br>The sound of a metal scrapping against leather soon had Mord’s undivided attention, as the girl’s minder apparently had just enough intelligence to recognize a Wraith, and just little enough to provoke one. Mord-Ra resisted the urge to roll his eyes (with great effort) and to immolate the fool (with even greater effort). After all, it wouldn’t do to get the bard caught up in the blast, not after he had asked her a question. That would just be plain rude. So he swallowed his pride, took a single step back, and leveled his gaze at the one he was swiftly coming to recognize as The Stupid One. Eyes locked with the Stupid One, he waited patiently for the girl’s reply. Eventually, she seemed to remember that mouths were for eating, speaking, and kissing, not hanging off the jaw in uselessness and disbelief. <br><br>"Of course I'll tell you more of what I seek," she finally managed out, with more than a fair bit of confidence as she shrugged off the warning hand of The Stupid One, "That was the point of what I've done after all," She forced a smile, and swallowed, taking another step towards him. "You've a wish to join me then?" <br><br>Mord had to give it to her; she seemed more than willing to go the extra mile to make believe that the walking arbiter of doom before her did not invoke fear. That’s more than most were willing to do.<br><br>Still, the Stupid One began to blather about how he was a Wraith, dangerous, yadda-yadda, and then had the audacity to force his way in front of her.&nbsp; Mord could hold his tongue no more.<br><br>“Oh, how cute; the walking tinderbox wants to fight,” Mord sneered, curling his fingers into animal-like claws. His eyes widen, and the blue of the irises were replaced by the blue of Wraith Flame, clearly ready to throw down right here in the city…<br><br>…When something white blitzed passed Mord, knocked The Stupid One on his rear, and lapped up at the girl’s face, sending her into hopeless giggles. Mord didn’t know that this time it was <em>his</em> jaw that hit the floor until he realized he was instinctively forcing it back up. Finally able to focus on the blur, he was treated to perhaps the biggest wolf he could remember seeing. Now there was a new target to Mord’s glare; he shared a mutual hatred with dogs, and anything even remotely dog-like. Always sniffing and barking at his “unnaturalness”, greedy little fleabags. The disgusting display of girl-and-her-dog-love before his eyes made him really, REALLY want to burn something, so it was damn lucky that The Stupid One was…<br>……..<br><br>…Nowhere to be found.<br><br>“CAT LICK THE LADY’S UNDERSIDE!!!” He bellowed to the heavens, blue flame pouring out of his mouth and vanishing as if he were a dragon.&nbsp; Mord shook his head at the all-too common outburst, and brought his hands up, getting his thoughts together. Oblivious to the attention from the crowd that he had worked so hard to avoid, Mord turned to the elf, determined to ignore the parasite-covered fur ball and her admirer until they were done gushing over the other’s cuteness.<br><br>“Good morning!” He all but beamed at the fop.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 22:54:39</strong>
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				Coinin knew his 'attack' upon the Bard would not harm her, and as her attention and beautiful eyes fell upon him, she would surely see deep intelligence within his golden eyes. She asked her question of him and he would respond with a low huff and a final lick upon her rosy cheek before bouncing off rain and allowing her to rise. Yet he stayed very near, settling regally upon his haunches, tail wrapping around his feet as his chest puffed out. Rain's attention roamed the area, surely seeking her recent offender. His wolfen shifted to the Wraith, muzzle lifting to gather in the scent surrounding the Being. A pause would occur, a gleam within those shining eyes before the wolf began a rather pointed sneezing attack, whining as his paw lifted to swipe at his nose again and again, even as his vision remained locked upon Mord. Disdain would be seen there if the Wraith deigned to look close enough. Yet Coinin assumed that the curse to the skies and the manner in which the Wraith treated him proved that so far, he was thought of as a mere animal.<br><br>Shaking his head, soft ears flopping, he continued his casual surveillance of the surroundings. He saw the Bards attacker a bit far off, leaning against a tree, anger rolling off the man in waves that could nigh be seen. A lone woman approached him, and though Coinin could not hear any words, he made sure to pay attention.<br><br>He'd made his choice. Adventure awaited!
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 19:33:38</strong>
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				It was quickly clear to Rain that the wolf and the Wraith didn't like each other. Maybe it should bother her, but she found it amusing, to see a wolf snubbing someone. Giving the wolf one last scratch behind the ears, she turned her attention to the two legged members of her current party. They were what she had it seemed, for now at least.<br><br>"Come along," She said with a smile to them all. "I'm expected at the Fiddler's Den." She indicated the richly appointed inn across the green. "I'm sure you have many questions. I can answer them there when I've had something to wet my throat."<br><br>With that, she set off, trusting them to follow her, and made her way into her favorite place in the whole city. The door let out into a large open floor with clusters of table and a long bar. In one corner was a large fireplace, barren now of flame in the heat of summer, and directly to it's left was a small raised stage. She smiled to the barkeep, a rotund good spirited man with a grease covered apron, and made a gesture for a round of drinks, then made her way to a table in the corner, and took a seat, waiting for the others to join her.<br><br>***<br><br>Daemion started as a woman's voice spoke much too near to him. How had she managed to sneak up on him? He turned towards her intent on giving her a piece of his mind, but then he stopped himself, and it wasn't all just because she was so very pretty. She was, with long blonde hair and eyes the color of the sea, no, what really stopped him was what she had asked. She was interested in Rain, in the tale that she had told. <br><br>For a moment, he just looked the woman over. He could tell her Rain was insane, endeavor to use her to tear the group apart. Beg her to help him protect the girl he loved. Something told him that wasn't the way to win this one over though. Staring at her likely wasn't either, so he summoned up a smile, and then ducked his head looking down at the bloody mess that was his knuckles at the moment. He wasn't overly concerned, they would heal quickly enough on their own, but it was something an average male would lament.<br><br>"Forgive my out burst My Lady," He offered in his most dulcet tones. "It is only that I do know the small one so well, and I worry for her in her foolish quest. She's always been so headstrong. Then one can not blame her, she was an orphan, and worked very hard for all that she has. If you're really so interested, perhaps we could go somewhere and talk? I do not like to speak of her private matters in the open air. One never knows what may find its way back to The Duke, or his court. No matter how it may seem, the last thing I wish is for her to be imprisoned <strong>again</strong>. Maybe you can help me she her safe, you look like one that knows how to care for herself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 16:00:51</strong>
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				Naomi arched a brow at the mention of the girls imprisonment.&nbsp; Somehow she could not envision the young woman in prison.&nbsp; But, if the Duke wished to try to keep a stubborn girl from her destiny, then he certainly had the right to try.&nbsp; Although it did not look to Naomi that he was having much success.&nbsp; And if this ruffian was on the Dukes pay to keep the girl in line … well … the results spoke for themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>She had to laugh when the gentleman used the honorific <em>“My Lady.”&nbsp; </em> No one in her life had ever referred to her in that manner and, although it was flattering, she carried no illusions as to her place in society.&nbsp; <br><br>She held up a gloved hand.<br><br>“I assure you sir I do not pretend to have earned the title <em>“Lady”</em> as I am but a lowly teacher of the art of fencing and nothing more.&nbsp; But I would very much like to sit over a goblet of wine perhaps and learn more about this intriguing girl and her quest.&nbsp; I will do what I can to aide her so long as it does not attract the unwarranted attentions of the Duke.&nbsp; If you lead the way I will follow.”<br><br>Naomi kept her judgment of the man in check for his temper seemed, to her, to be somewhat akin to the sensitive trigger of a crossbow in the hands of a fledgling archer.&nbsp; The Bard was already leading her small party toward a familiar Inn and Naomi wet her lips in anticipation of tasting a fine wine at someone else’s expense.&nbsp; She also knew that knowledge was power and she intended to learn all she could of everyone connected with this young Bard.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 03:26:48</strong>
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				Many eyes followed the squat, muscular form that entered the city. Anyone in his way soon gave him passage at one look at the weapons held in his hands as many, while seeing a dwarf wasn't all that rare, seeing one who has taken the oath of the Slayer was rare indeed. This particular dwarf wasn't easy on the eyes when compared to the rest of his kind, with his nose looking more like a piece of chewed up meat and part of his ear missing, this dwarf definantly a sore sight for ones eyes. Belrak had long ago learned to care less what people thought about him in both appearance and his attitude as both wouldn't help him in his search for his doom.<br><br>Belrak stood in the middle of the road for a moment and looked back behind back out to the wilderness that he traveled in for some time now, having traveled from Io to the port city of Dalos. He had fought any and everything that had crossed his path, from goblins to orcs and everything in between, but so far everything he had happened upon only resulted in infuriating him into a frenzy and slaying each and every foe and with each fight he had nothing to show but a few cuts and bruises.<br><br>Moving once more, he sought out the nearest inn, tavern, bar, anyplace that served alcohol and found himself entering a place called Fiddler's Den. The place wasn't that overly crowded as the dwarf made his way over to the long bar and placed his weapons against it before taking a seat. "I'll have what passes as mead amongst your kind." he demanded of the rather plump human who worked behind the bar, watching as the man looked him for a moment and just stared before getting two mugs for Belrak and fill them up till the foam spilled over a little and placed both before Belrak.<br><br>"You're a bit of an odd one, aren't you?" asked the barkeep as he watched the dwarf take one of the mugs and downed its contents in the space of a few seconds, his face screwing up then as the taste of the drink struck him.<br><br>"This taste's like a rat took a piss in it." he complained as looked back over at the barkeep and snorted. "Keep em coming." he said before turning to start drinking from the other mug before him while the barkeep did what was demanded of him by the dwarf. Though it was a human brew, after about a dozen or so drinks was Belrak even beginning to remotely feel the effect of all the alcohol he consumed but didn't show any sign of stopping his drinking as he went at it at a steady pace.<br><br>It wasn't long before trouble came walking in through the door though, taking the form of a pair of caravan guards who were just paid and intended on drinking a little before continuing their spending at the Midsummer's fair. Their plans changed a little when they saw Belrak sitting there and decided to toy around with the dwarf, walking up behind him while he drank. "I see the circus in town. Why don't you perform some tricks for those of us whose here? Probably can't pay for those drinks anyways," the first one said. When Belrak said nothing this seemed to get on their nerves a little bit, causing the first one to speak again. "I said perform some...." but the sentence wasn't finished as he had placed his hand upon Belrak's shoulder, something unwise as the next thing the caravan guard knew he was knocked flat on his back as the Dwarf struck him with a fist.<br><br>"Never interrupt me when I'm drinking." he shouted at the pair, hoping off the stool he was on and taking a blow from the other caravan guard, but that only angered Belrak more as he struck the other man, starting a brawl between the three of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 22:50:48</strong>
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				Were Coinin a cat he would purr as his ears were scratched. Yet since he was not, thank the Gods! He would merely loll his tongue out, golden eyes narrowing in pleasure. Words were then spoken of going to the Fiddlers Den, a place he just happened to frequent! They had good steaks there. He was hungry. Hopefully it was the man behind the bar and not his wife, because his wife was mean. Chased him with brooms. Him! It was an enigma that there was a human Coinin could not charm. At least to him. <br><br>A final glare at the Wraith would be given, and as he turned away, his tail in the air to give Mord a great shot of his butt, his back legs would give a double kick, flinging grass in the Wraiths direction before loping off after Rain. That's what he gets for yelling. Why did the Lady want that Being with them anyway? Oh he would watch Mord. Yes he would. He would ease up alongside Rain as they trooped their way towards the tavern, head high and tail wagging. He would be the Lady's favorite! As they made their way within, Coinin as pleased to see it was the Mister behind the counter this time. Like a proper Guardian, as Rain settled within her chair, he sat right next to her on the floor. His head was high, his eyes were peeled, and he managed&nbsp; a very 'tough as nails' look if he did say so himself. Yet the drinks that had been ordered didn't even make it to the table when the ugliest dwarf Coinin had ever seen stomped into the tavern. He made sure to pay attention, because dwarfs were notorious for starting fights. <br><br>Sure enough a pair of humans tromped in, and immediately set eyes upon the heavily drinking dwarf. Words were exchanged and then one of the men did something quite stupid. He put a hand upon the dwarf...and with a shout the fight started... in an instant Coinin's body was coiling to spring forth towards the trio. Oh, ho ho, how he loved a brawl! He was ready, and oh so willing to simply take off into the midst of it, before he remembered. He was supposed to protect the Lady! But.... but....the fight.... his head would move back and forth, looking between Rain and the three fighters, whining. It was obvious he was deeply torn. His look at Rain was quite forlorn, before an idea exploded. The Lady needed to be protected, so HE would do so! He would stop the fight. This way, not only would he be in the fray like he wanted, but he would also be the Hero! Praise Coinin for making the Lady safe! With a sharp yip, his ears laid back and he would bound from Rain's side, instantly putting himself right in the middle of the brawl. With a happy howl he simply leaped towards the closest man to him, growling with glee as he lunged his body low to slam into the mans legs, causing him to topple over. His claws couldn't gain purchase well on the wooden floor, so his scramble may have looked a bit amusing as he tried to get towards the second man in the attempt to snap at an arm. He tried to leap, but his back legs slipped out from beneath him and he instead landed on his side with a grunt,sliding towards the dwarf. With another snarl, Coinin noted the backside of the stout man right directly in front of his face. It was merely a couple of blinks and his mind was made up. Jaws opened, and with another growl teeth chomped down onto a clothing covered ass cheek, his head already attempting to yank back and forth, trying to worry at his prize in delight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 00:52:22</strong>
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				Interrupting his drinking was clearly the worst thing the caravan guards could have done as they felt Belrak's wrath. The first guard who was knocked to the ground attempted to get back up only to be knocked back down as the Dwarf swung a ham sized fist and stuck his head, this time giving the man a bleeding nose. As he howled in pain his companion, a brute of a human who couldn't have been all that intelligent, attempted to wrap his arms around Belrak to hold him down, but the Dwarf used his size and the brutes lack of brain to his advantage and kept moving around and prevented the big oaf from laying a hand on him.<br><br>So focused was he on the fight, however, that Belrak didn't notice what was happening outside of it until someone not originally a part of the brawl suddenly joined in, something white and furry. It knocked the other man down who wasn't and ended up biting Belrak in the ass. "By Grimnir!" he shouted more out of anger and surprise, rather than pain, as his head turned slightly to see a white wolf trying to tear a chunk out of him. His goo eye narrowed at the insolent beast who dared bite into him as he shook visibly with barely contained rage. "Foul beast! You dare to interrupt me while I fight?" he said before a hand went to grab at its throat. "Release me, or I'll strangle the life out of ya." he threatened, adding a little pressure to emphasize his point.<br><br>While this happened the two guards took this opportunity to get themselves up and make a dash for the door to get away from the dwarf before he took his weapons to them, though he heard them get away, they were no longer his concern as he stared down at wolf to see if it would release him, or if he would have to follow through with his threat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 03:59:54</strong>
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				"By the very nature of your gender and carriage you are a lady. No title need be present," He assured, giving the woman his most sincere smile. "However, if you see chivalry as such a crime, I shall respect your opinion. You may call me Daemion," He offered, as he headed in the opposite direction as Rain, towards a different inn. The Fireside, they knew him there. Oh how well they knew him. He did all his business with his Cersian contacts there. A private parlor with no fear of gossip reaching Rain was exactly what he needed, and they would be only to happy to oblige him. "What am I to call you?" He asked, by way of conversation as they made their way towards a small, ivy covered brick building.<br><br>The place had the air of age, consequence. It appealed to him greatly. A sense of power emanated from the ancient stone, though he was far from certain someone as mundane as the human beside him would sense it the way he did. These stones had been imported from Faerie, it was the only way that they could house the enchantment that they did. The enchantment that would be only too obvious when they entered the thick black oak door. When he took this poor, hapless human into what would seem to be very much like a different world entirely. Not that it was. The question was would he have to explain that to his companion?<br><br>The question, were it posed would have been a reasonable one. The interior of the building not only seemed to be too big for the exterior, in reality it was. That was far from the most fantastical thing about this place though. Even the furniture that upon close inspection would be seen to be shaped from living trees and shrubs was far from the most eye catching thing in the large, room. No, what was likely to be the most obvious indicator that this wasn't your average in were the other guest present. At one table in the corner, by a window that could not be seen from the outside, was a group of tall, almost elven creatures with delicate gossamer wings folded at their back. Faeries. They were a bit of a shock even for Daemion, they rarely left Faerie, certainly not with their children. Unless they were on holiday.<br><br>He watched his companion's reaction carefully, from the corner of his eye of course, when what had appeared to be a plant in front of them moved in greeting, and eyes on another, to their left opened and blinked at them. Would she be able to take this place, or would it frighten her? If she couldn't handle this, then there was no way that he could use her to protect Rain in Todesfalle. Not that he wanted her to go, and he was certainly going to do his best to keep her from doing so. However, failing that, he needed to ensure that someone worthy of protecting her was present. <br><br>"Welcome," He murmured to his guest. "To the closest you are ever likely to come to Faerie," His eye caught the proprietor then, and he nodded to the fellow, a Faun, "Is my usual parlor available?" He called to the fellow over the din, and when he received a nod, he held out his hand to the lady. It wouldn't do well to lose her to the creatures around him. Who knew what would happen to her. "Come along. Once we're safely tucked away, I'll answer any questions you may have." Not that getting there would be hard. Would she notice, that the people in their way seemed to part for him? Would she think anything of it if she did?<br><br>Mellora, a young elven serving girl, was waiting for them in the room he had indicated. "Good to see you again my pretty," He greeted, with an almost loving smile. She really was his favorite, so willing, so discrete. That had nothing to do with why he was here. "However, we shan't be needing you for this meeting. Just leave the bottle please. This is a matter of some delicacy, and for her ears alone." He indicated his companion.<br><br>"As my lord commands," Mellora agreed with a bobbed curtsey. "If you've need of anything, just ring for me." The she was gone, and he and the human were alone. Finally. He poured them each a glass of the thick, red wine, renowned for it's sweet, delicate flavor, then sat back in his chair to await her questions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 21:06:56</strong>
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				Naomi nodded at the man’s observation of her gender and lack of title not changing anything about her being or not being a ‘lady’.&nbsp; She paused when he started to lead her in the opposite direction the others had gone.&nbsp; Nonetheless, she followed him across the broad square towards another part of the city.<br><br>“I am called Naomi” she said as she caught up with him.&nbsp; When he introduced himself, she only murmured, “Pleased to meet you, Daemion.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He was leading her towards a rather non-descript building she had passed a thousand times before but…she glanced to the opposite side of the broad avenue … from that side.&nbsp; For some unexplained reason, habit perhaps, or her training,&nbsp; she always walked on the north side of the avenue, which would explain why she “noticed” but did not “see” the Fireside Inn; the same way one “notices” but does not “see” a beggar in the street.&nbsp; Now however, she was forced to “see” the Inn.&nbsp; As she took in its ancient stone face and ivy covered walls for the first time she wondered why it was she never “saw” it before.&nbsp; There was an air of mystery about it, including the sign over the door.&nbsp; The script seemed off somehow, as if the painter of the letters had a vision that did not quite fit with the rest of the city.<br><br>When Naomi walked through the thick black oak door and into the Inn, she paused.&nbsp; The hair on her arms and back of her neck stood up, which was a sure indication that something was not quite right.&nbsp; She blinked several time to allow her eyes to grasp the visual sensation that she was standing in a place not meant to be held by the walls outside.&nbsp; As if a portal had been opened and she stepped into a realm of “other.”&nbsp; She was not afraid of visions.&nbsp; Goddess knows she had her share.&nbsp; Almost every night to be honest.&nbsp; And she wasn’t afraid of Magick, but she did respect it; the same way one respects a weapon.&nbsp; For Naomi there was any number of aspects of life besides just good and evil.&nbsp; A weapon in the hands of someone with good intentions would, in most, but not all cases, triumph over evil.&nbsp; Sometimes, however, it went the other way.&nbsp; And sometimes, the good intentions ended up doing more harm than good.&nbsp; Regardless, the result was always the same … people died.&nbsp; Innocent people mostly, but death was always nearby anytime weapons were drawn or Magick was called upon and Naomi was now seeing the gray area of Magick.&nbsp; That part of Magick not meant for daily consumption but for nights when the moon was bright and the heady scent of Jasmine filled the air.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“If you chew enough Jasmine petals,” </em> her grandmother had told her when she was a child.&nbsp; “<em>You will see Fairies.” </em> <br><br>She had not chewed Jasmine petals but there they were, sitting at a table as if nothing was more natural.&nbsp; Fae.&nbsp; Wings and all.&nbsp; <br><br>Naomi tilted her head and smiled.&nbsp; She heard Daemion say something but it did not register and when a Faun approached to greet them, her jaw dropped open.&nbsp; She quickly closed her mouth when the Faun looked at her with its huge brown eyes.&nbsp; It was obvious Daemion was known here for the proprietor was most accommodating towards him.&nbsp; When he offered her his hand, she took it gladly for the Inn was crowded with all manner of creatures.&nbsp; Narrow passageways led in all directions as they meandered through the crowds and among private alcoves and lace covered tables.&nbsp; An Elvin girl of considerable beauty was waiting at an alcove favored, it seemed, by Daemion.&nbsp; Naomi had seen Elves before but never one this young.&nbsp; She stood taller than most humans and had a sweet, disarming smile.&nbsp; Daemion dismissed her politely and the Elf-girl faded into the crowd leaving behind a bottle of wine.<br><br>Daemion poured out two glasses of heavy red wine and sat back to await Naomi’s questions.<br><br>Clearing her throat and glancing around the inn once more Naomi frowned, tilted her head and asked the most obvious question that came to her mind.<br><br>“Who <em>are </em> you?”<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 02:09:56</strong>
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				<em>“I was off to the least auspicious of starts,” Rain confided to her audience in the softest of stage whispers, a mischievous smile playing at her lips. “Not even an hour in and I'd gone from a nice little party to all alone with a wolf watching and wringing my hands as my favorite inn, a place that was like a home to me, was torn to shambles. Then again, I'm sure some of you know The Den. That's not entirely uncommon.” She paused as a small ripple of laughter passed through members of the crowd that knew the understatement that was. She used that moment to walk to the front and center of the stage, and sit on it's lip hands in her lap. <br><br>“Just as suddenly as that fight had broken out, it was over. The ruffians on the floor, and my wolf, or so I'd somehow started to think of him, running off at what sounded distinctly like a howl from the woods around town. I was alone, bereft, and not at all sure how I was going to manage. What I didn't know then was that I was about to meet the most stalwart of companions. The very Dwarf that was responsible for the shambles that The Fiddler's Den had become. His name, is Belark, I learned this, as I was helping him put the mess that he'd made to rights...”</em><br><br><br>It was over almost before she'd had a chance to move, and now there was nothing she could do but stare at the shambles that the common room had become. Very little was actually broken, which was a boon, but things were turned askew and there were bits of broken pottery and splashes of ale over everything. Harlan, the innkeeper, was in the process of ejecting the men that had started the fighting, and the few of his regulars that had used that fight as an excuse to settle old scores. That left only her wolf attached quite painfully to the posterior of the Dwarf, but before she could so much as take a step in that direction, a howl rang out from the woods, and her wolf ran off after it.<br><br>Cherry amber eyes brightened with tears that Rain refused to shed. Things had seemed to be going so well. What had become of those that had met her after her performance? What was she to do now? Her conflicting emotions nearly eclipsed the pain that was hanging in the air around her. It was all shaping up to make for a less than grand day. <br><br>“Usually you bring such luck to me bar lass,” Harlan called out good naturedly. “Must be this talk of going to places best left alone that's ruining it fer ye.” The man walked behind the bar and pulled out his trusty old mop, then thrustt it towards the Dwarf. It was only then that Rain realized they were the only people left in the common room. “Ye made the mess lad, ye'll be cleaning it up, though the damages I'll be taking out of them that attacked ye, one way or another.” He held a clean rag up towards her, “Help me clean up? Fer old time's sake?”<br><br>“Anything for you da,” She said with a smile, snatching the rag from his hands and starting on the bar as he moved to right tables. “I'm called Rain,” She called to the Dwarf as she set about her work with a skill and speed that was entirely at odds with her rich clothing. “Do you have name?”<br><br><br><em>“As I was cleaning up the pride and joy of a man as dear to me as my own flesh and blood could ever have been, and getting to know Belark, Daemion was doing what he did best, chatting up a pretty girl.” Rain cast a flippant smile out upon her audience. “This time however, he was up to something nefarious. Now what I am about to tell you comes to me second hand, so it is possible that my account is not as accurate as I would like. This is however, the was I was lead to believe that encounter went...”</em><br><br><br>“Who are you?”<br><br>That was not the question that Daemion had been expecting, not the first one anyway. He only smiled. “My name is Daemion Nevandel,” There was no harm in granting that much, few knew the name outside of Faerie. “I am the Duke of Mist Haven's right hand, an envoy for all dealing with Ceres, and the appointed protector of his intended bride. Not that she has the least interest in accepting his suit. To him, she is a most treasured possession.” Daemion allowed his face and voice to sour as he spoke the last word. “I also happen to be the mans who can ensure that all your dreams come true.” He leaned forward over the and caught her eye. “I'm sure you realize by now that I'm a very powerful man. I could open doors for you.”<br><br>Just like that, he leaned back into his chair, relaxing into an indolent pose. “I don't want Rain going to Todesfalle. Yet I fear I can not stop her. If she is to go on with this scheme of hers without ending up in the Duke's dungeon until she sees reason, I'll be needed here, playing diversion. At least until she's most way out of the country. I'll need someone I can trust to look after her. Protect her. Someone to keep me apprised of whatever may happen along the way. To be my eyes and ears where I can not be. I'd be willing to reward that person handsomely.” His voice trailed off suggestively as he tilted his head, one eyebrow quirked in invitation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 17:04:44</strong>
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				Naomi had played bodyguard on more than a few occasions and she was well known in certain circles as being one of the best.&nbsp; It was obvious that this man sitting across from her did have influence among the Fae and his connection with the Duke was not something to be sneezed at either.&nbsp; She sipped her wine nodding her appreciation of its sweetness and delicate body.&nbsp; Her face never changed expression when he boasted that he could make all her dreams come true, which, to someone as practical as Naomi, seemed a bit of a stretch.&nbsp; But opening doors?&nbsp; Now that was a bit more realistic, although looking around the Inn made her think about dreams.&nbsp; Hers were never this … pretty?&nbsp; <br><br>She took another sip of her wine and looked at the man sitting across from her.<br><br>“I’m not all that sure I would want you to make <strong><em>all </em> </strong> of my dreams come true,” she laughed.&nbsp; “But if you’re the Duke’s man as you say you are and this young woman Rain is the Duke’s intended bride and considering, from what I have seen thus far, she is not going to be dissuaded from going to this “Todesfalle”, then I suppose she will need protection.”<br><br>Naomi knew she was crossing into an area she had been avoiding since returning from the borderlands, but on the other hand, if she was to attain her ultimate goal then she would need friends in high places and this Daemion’s influence with the Duke and the Bards seductive tale made this invitation as sweet as the wine in her glass.&nbsp; She did not, however, like the idea of spying of the young girl, but if it was intended to be used to protect her then it seemed reasonable.<br><br>Setting the glass on the table she leaned back to take a moment or two to think over the situation.&nbsp; Her fingers moved to her neck where she absently fondled the small blue vial attached to a thin leather cord.&nbsp; There was nothing wrong with being cautious, but she had a few scores to settle and this might just be the avenue that could lead to that end.<br><br>“Very well,” she said looking the man in the eyes.&nbsp; “I will accept this position you offer and your promise of a “handsome” payment, but with this one condition.&nbsp; Should the Bard find herself in a situation where her life is in danger that I and only I will determine the best course of action for her to take.&nbsp; If this is agreeable to you then we have a deal.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maverick Hunter Cake</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 20:34:03</strong>
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				The imposing stone walls of the city were a welcome sight for Fenneil the blacksmith as he pushed himself on, wanting so much to just sit down and rest after the difficult trek he had undertaken from the last city. He had been making his way from town to town and city to city for a few years now. But for Fenneil, it had felt like so much longer, trying to find the cause of his village's destruction at the hands of unseen assailants. The quest had been hopelessly fruitless, no one had heard of anything like that. Some had called him mad for asking of such things, others thought he was a drunkard, believing his own nightmares to be the reality of his life. It had worn him down like time does to a mountain, soon nothing would be left of his energy... Fenneil would not give up yet, there were still many places to seek out what he desired to know. But for now, the smithy wanted to find some rest for his aching and exhausted body.<br><br>Only a little bit into the city, Fenneil was stopped by a rather imposing city guard, the defender towering over the simple man. The guard pointed to Fenneil's blades, which sat safely in their sheaths. Fenneil flinched, having never met a more imposing figure.<br><br>"Halt, Traveler! You must bind your weapons within their sheaths if you wish to remain in this city! The citizens must remain safe, and I have no idea what kind of <em>scum</em> you are, commoner." The guard said with disdain, glaring at the smithy through the visor in his helmet. He grabbed the hilt of his own weapon, as if expecting Fenneil to resist.<br><br>"Ah ain't done nothing wr-! Fine! Ah'll do it,"Fenneil grumbled, taking two pieces of small rope and tieing them deftly around the hilts of both his blades, keeping them bound within their sheaths. They would not be able to harm innocents now, or be used to protect their owner."There? Is it alright now?"He grumbled again, only to notice the guard had walked off after the smithy had tied his weapons up. He didn't have the decency to at least see through the order he gave to somebody! <br><br>"Bastard likes ta' throw his weight....Ugh, just another thing wrong..."Fenneil muttered dejectedly as he began to walk the streets of the city, the stress of his undertaking bringing him down to feeling miserably alone once more.'Ah just...need a drink, is all. That oughta pick mah spirits up.' Fenneil thought, his eyes looking for any sign of a tavern or inn. He didn't care how rough it would be at this point, he just needed a place to drink and restore his spirit in his undertaking.<br><br>The first place that caught his tired green eyes was a place called the "Fiddler's Den". It had a nice name, to be sure, but the smithy knew that looks could be quite deceiving, especially when it came to places that let people drink. Cautiously, as if expecting to walk into a bar fight, Fenneil entered the inn, whatever may be inside.<br><br>"This a....interestin' sight...."Fenneil spoke softly after staring in wonder at the scene before him. It seemed a barroom brawl had already ripped it's way through the common room of the Fiddler's Inn. While none of the tables or stools seemed to have been devastated in the disaster, it seemed quite a number of clay pots did not survive. It also seemed everyone had spilled their drinks, leaving it uncleaned in little puddles all about the room. The more strange thing about this scene was that there were only three people left. A dwarf who had looked stronger then any man Fennreil had ever seen before, and seemed to have all the right scars to prove it, a rather portly human man, and a very beautiful human woman. Fenneil looked to the three then back to all the messes around the room before taking a step from the doorway to into the room, doing what he would do for anyone who looked to have a bit of trouble. <br><br>Offer his help in the matter.<br><br>"Ya'll need some help?"He asked, hands on his hips and a tired but warm smile on his face.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 21:31:23</strong>
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				Belrak was about to hold true to his threat as his fingers began to tighten around the canine's throat when it started to thrash about and made it impossible for him to keep a firm grip upon it, forcing him to release it with a curse and watch as it bound out as if called by something. "Bloody skruff." he said, going with an insult from his own language before looking at the mop that was thrust into his face by the apparent owner of the bar. For a moment it looked like he was considering taking it before he batted the mans' hand aside and moved back over to his place to take up his untouched ale. "I don't clean up for something I didn't start." he said with a huff and gave him a nasty look with his one good eye before he took up his remaining ale and drank from it, not once stopping as he basically poured all of its contents down in the space of a few seconds to be followed by a rather rude belch.<br><br>He was still rather upset when a newcomer came in and asked if there was anything he could do to help. Though the Dwarf was rather stubborn and a bit of an odd sort as he got down from his seat then and took the mop that was offered to him earlier. "I ain't about to let a human clean up after the mess that I didn't cause," he said, looking at the new man for a second before he started to work, putting the mop into the bucket to get it wet before ringing it out with his hands a little so it wasn't as wet as he began to move around the common room and cleaned up the puddles of ale that were here and there.<br><br>"Belrac." he said simply once he was near the lass who had spoken and introduced herself to him earlier as the tough facade he put on was let down for a moment when he stopped to look at her. "When it once mattered I was called Belrac...but now I might as well not even have a name, seeing as how I have no honor and disgraced my family name." he said as unbidden thoughts came back that made him grit his teeth in anger and set about to work once more, this time with a combination of gusto and anger as it appeared he was trying to clean the floors so that they would practically shine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 18:16:21</strong>
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				Daemion firmed his lips slightly against a triumphant smile as Naomi laughed away the thought of all her dreams coming true. He had her. Beyond that, she was smart. Only a fool wouldn't see the folly in such an occurrence. Still a willing fool was often easier to use to one's own ends. <em>Rain's safety must be paramount,</em> he reminded himself. Nothing was more important to him. This trek was dangerous for her in more ways than one.<br><br>"She will need protection. A good deal of it," He agreed. "Fighting is not something she's ever been able to abide. She was trained as well as could be managed, but it's all forms. She refuses to use those skills on others." No need to tell her why. She'd figure that out soon enough for herself like as not. "She's too sweet for her own good."<br><br>His eyes moved to her neck, when she reached up and began to toy with a vial there that he hadn't noticed before. He'd seen similar, usually they contained a medicine, or some form of magically substance. He was tempted then, to ask her what her's contained, but he held his tongue. The more questions he asked, the more she was likely to. She was strong and healthy enough, that was all that mattered. He did smile when her eyes rose to his as she agreed to go along with his proposal. It only widened when he heard her condition. <br><br>"But of course," He agreed. "After all, that's what I'm rewarding you for. Of course, convincing her that she doesn't know what's best for her may not be quite so easy. I'm sure you've noticed how pig headed she is about this. She's very opinionated, but usually not stupid, if it's clear that she's in imminent danger there's a very good chance she'll listen to the most rational voice she hears. Make sure that's yours."<br><br>He reached his hand inside his coat then, and took out bracelet sized chain with a small glass encased flower charm on it, holding it out to her. "This is enchanted, it will allow you to communicate with me over any amount of distance so long as we are on the same Plane. Once you enter the Shadow, it will be useless, but hopefully it won't come to that point. Ensure that Rain does not see that, she'll recognize it, and if she links you to me, she may leave your company. Then again, she might not. It's a risk I'd rather not see run." With his other hand, he tossed a small coin purse onto the table. "To cover any expense you may have need of. Do you have any more questions?"<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br><br>"You may not have started it, but you did finish it," Rain found herself muttering rather darkly as the dwarf turned down the mop that Harlan had offered him and sat down to finish his drink instead. It was uncharitable of her, and she knew it, but this mess had almost entirely been made by him, even if he had just been defending himself. There was something so fundamentally unfair about Harlan being left with all the clean up that it irked her just a little.<br><br>"No need to fuss yerself lass," Harlan whispered softly to her as he passed by. "I can look after myself." Then he raised his voice and took on his authoritative voice. "There'll be no more ale for you until this mess is cleaned so I suggest ye help if you're wanting yer precious booze." He called to the Dwarf as he went about setting the tables. The door opened, and a rugged, travel stained man entered the Inn.<br><br>She would never know then if it had been Harlan's words, or the entrance of this new man who offered to help that got the Dwarf up out of his chair, but he took the mop, and started using it. She shook her head at him, and continued giving the bar a thorough wiped down as she smiled at the new entrant. <br><br>"Hello," She called, musical voice light and welcoming. "I'm afraid we're not quite available for business at the moment. If you really do wish to help, you're welcome to grab the broom and sweep up some of this debris. Don't feel you must though."<br><br>The Dwarf approached her then, and she almost scowled at him, except for just a moment as he was introducing himself he looked sad. Extremely sad. Rain sighed. The sadness was quickly overcome by anger though, intense anger, and then he was off, scrubbing at the floor as if he was trying to resurface it. He was in pain then. Maybe she'd been too harsh. "I'm sure you're wrong." She called to the Dwarf, and finally done with the bar moved on to cleaning up the righted tables. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maverick Hunter Cake</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 19:16:50</strong>
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				"It ain't no trouble at all, Ma'am."Fenneil said, wasting no time in grabbing the broom to begin sweeping up all the debris from the brawl that had taken place earlier. It wouldn't have been right to just leave the three people to clean up the mess all by themselves. As he got to work on sweeping up all the bits of unlucky pots and mugs that caught in the crossfire over the course of the brawl, still finding it a little odd that his being there was enough to irritate the dwarf into helping clean up something he had no hand in doing...'He's an odd one.' Fenniel thought, not dwelling too much on it. It's not the first time today he's been referred to in such a manner whether.....The guard being the prime example of the day.<br><br>Keeping his mind to the task at hand, he did not hear much of what Belrac said to Rain, not being one to eavesdrop in on a conversation that he had no business in. Though he did take notice to the fact that the dwarf was now attempting to what seemed to the smithy as mopping through the floor, though if it was an attempt to break it or clean it was not apparent to Fenneil. The anger that exuded from the stout warrior made Fenneil take a few uneasy steps away, the easygoing smithy not wanting to get in his way. <br><br>A few minutes after the talking had ceased, Fenneil broke the silence, finding it to be a bit unsettling."I didn't get to introduce mahself to any of ya. Mah name's Fenneil, but ya can call me "Fenn" for short, if ya want to."He said, smiling a bit more as he managed to get quite a bit of the debris cleaned from the floor."It's nice to meet you, folk."<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 14:14:04</strong>
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				Naomi examined the charm, glanced once at Daemion, nodded her understanding and placed the bracelet inside her pack.&nbsp; Picking up the small coin purse she bounced it in her hand to weigh the contents.&nbsp; She never counted coin in front of a client, might make her appear desperate.&nbsp; She knew however, exactly what expenses she would incur, which would necessitate her stopping at a certain apothecaries shop before they left the city.&nbsp; Placing the coin pouch in her own purse she drank the rest of her wine and leaned back.<br><br>“And after the Shadow?”&nbsp; She asked.&nbsp; “Assuming we are all still alive.&nbsp; What then?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 21:17:41</strong>
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				Belrac snorted hearing what it was that the human girl had to say...she didn't know what he had done, the crime he could have avoided had he just moved when the cave-in started rather than standing there rooted in place like he did. He knew she wouldn't understand either should he try to explain it to her, no matter how hard she could analyze what he would tell her he knew she wouldn't understand what was said, not without being able to think like his own kind.<br><br>Stopping to look at what it was she was doing, he shook his head then and approached to help her in righting the tables that were knocked over in the little scuffle. "You say that, should you know what I've done in my past the you would agree that only in by dieing in combat will I be able to restore my family's honor." he said and looked up at the girl as he righted a pair of chairs. "How do you think I got these scars that cover my body?" he asked then and looked towards the human male who called himself Fenneil, finding his speech to be somewhat similar to that of a dwarf, though not much else seemed to stand out about the fellow. There wasn't much for him to say to the two though and he went back to cleaning and putting things back to that way they were, and anything that was broken was quickly placed into a pile for Fenn to sweep up to be disposed of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 03:54:01</strong>
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				At the walls, guardsmen made their rounds and complained idly about the ever constant flow of traffic into and out of Dalos. It was difficult enough to reign in the illegal trades occurring within the city daily, never mind when some fat-cat merchant decided to dabble in something unsavory and expand outward. They would have to give everyone remotely suspicious a once over. In practice, they tended to single out the poor, or at least the poor looking.<br><br>Further in the city, amidst the din and clamor of hagglers, the faint notes of a lute could just be made out.&nbsp; Before long, the music faltered. Staring dejectedly at the now empty central stage in the city's entertainment district, the would-be bard decided it was not so easy to put the woman's story into song. <br><br>Nearby, a small crowd gathered near the entrance of a tavern. The finely burnished sign next to the two story building, depicting a lute and harp above the mantel of a fireplace, proclaimed it to be <em>The Fiddler's Den</em>. By all accounts, it was a worthy establishment, even allowing for its occasional barroom clearing brawls. Today's brawl seemed more of the entire building clearing sort, however. A man, nursing a massive bump that turned alarming shades of purple even as one watched, bawled to a group of guardsmen about the bloody berserker in the tavern that had slain three of his companions and, like as not, was now feasting on the still warm remains of the noble proprietor. <br><br>"Oh, aye! Aye, I say!" Asserted the man's companion, sporting a broken nose that steadily leaked away, leaving a dark patch on his shirt that made the scene look that much more violent. "We were offering to buy him a drink, you know, bein' all friendly like, ah? Oh aye. AYE! We might 'a said a thing or two about the dwarf's hair, but what's so bad about that? It was friendly, I tell ya, REAL FRIENDLY LIKE. And wouldn't you know it, the little bastard just up and started swinging- uh... swinging..."<br><br>"A club." Offered the first man.<br><br>"Aye, a big, bloody club! Size of a tree trunk it were, I swear to the Lady-"<br><br>Struggling not to roll their eyes, the guardsmen began breaking up the spectators. "All right, move along. I said MOVE ALONG!"<br><br>---- <br><br>Within the tavern, a figure on the upper landing watched from a window. The crowds dispersed as quickly as they had gathered and the incident would be worth no more than a brief mention before nightfall.<br><br>As ever, the city was a novelty.<br><br>Turning away, he approached the balustrade and peered down at the small group on the ground floor. The little bard had gathered no companions at all, despite her tale. Aside from the barkeep (who was very much alive and uneaten), there was only a helpful traveler with clothes that looked a size too big for him and one surly dwarf keeping her company. The story had been good and told well enough, but in the end, it was only that and no more. It took a certain sort to put everything on the line for a story.<br><br>"I will not pretend to know the ways of the dwarven folk, strange and brooding as they are..." <br><br>Clad in a dark gray cloak, a hood concealing much of his features, he presented a nondescript figure. A bow and a quiver full of arrows could be seen peeking just above his shoulder. All that stood out in any way was a remarkably clear voice, despite its softness.<br><br>"... but if it is death you seek, you may have met her this day."<br><br>In no hurry, he made his way downstairs, making no sound in his descent. Though his words had, at first, been meant for the dwarf, his hooded gaze never departed from the flame tressed woman.<br><br>"Or have I strayed too far from the mark, Lady?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 18:06:46</strong>
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				“Thank you then,” Rain called brightly to the human as he started to clear the floor of debris. Belrac joined her then, moving the heavy tables and chairs around with much more ease than she could ever muster. She wiped them down as soon as they were righted. Her head began to shake at his words, though she kept her mouth shut until he was done speaking. Seeking death was such a waste of life, and death did not come when you asked for it. She'd learned that the hard way. Not as hard as this fellow was learning it though.<br><br>“I'm quite sure you received those scars the same way any warrior would, on the battlefield,” She said in a quiet undertone to the dwarf, pausing in her speech to him to greet Fenn.<br><br>“I am called Rain, it is a pleasure to meet you,” She called gaily, or at least it would come out that way to those who didn't know better. She was feeling far from happy at the moment. She'd only just met this fellow, but it wasn't in her nature to stand by and do nothing when one had proclaimed themselves suicidal. <br><br>“No family would wish their child to seek death. No matter what they had done. Seeking death is a selfish affair,” Her whispered lecture was cut short then as a new voice joined the conversation. Rain jumped slightly, eyes turning to the upper landing. She hadn't realized that any of the inn rooms had been rented already, but apparently they had. She could think of no other reason for someone to be up by the rooms.<br><br>Her eyes riveted on the gray cloaked&nbsp; figure as he made his graceful, deliberate way down the stairs. She knew the sort of movement, beyond Daemion, she'd never seen that sort of movement in anyone but an Elf. Which could perhaps explain his opinion on Dwarfs. A small shiver traced down her spine as he reached the floor and she realized he'd been staring at her. <br><br>“I seek the death of no one,” She told him softly. “Though if you speak of the quest I wish to go on, companions or no, then perhaps you are right.” It was a bit of a bluff really, she couldn't go without companions. She wouldn't make it through the first night, much less any combat she may encounter. She needed people. It was as if a light had pop on inside her head then. <br><br>“Have you ever heard of the Shadow?” She questioned the dwarf, though her words were loud enough to carry to all in the room. “I am going to look for it. In Todesfalle. If you're looking for a chance to die in battle, then you'll not find a more amenable place. If you don't die, there are few who would call your honor less than satisfied for finding a thing of legend and surviving in a place that few dare go and fewer ever return from. After all, how could a person with no honor to speak of survive the place. It is said that the abode of The Lady herself is hidden away in Todesfalle, to protect the Shadow. If she grants you life and entrance, then who are you to argue with her dictates?”<br><br>It was a long shot, she knew it to be one. More conjecture than actual fact or even reasoned hypothesis, but she was desperate. She meant to leave no later than the morning. This very night if it could be arranged, and she needed at least one companion to do so. “You're all welcome to come. It is said that if one reaches the Shadow they can make all their dreams come true. That in the Shadowlands one can control reality if they've the mental fortitude to do so. I shall write a tale of our adventures regardless, for it will be an epic quest. I could make you famous.” Her eyes swept around those in the room.<br><br>“Or ye could get all of ye killed,” Harlan interjected with a glower. “I'll not have ye doing any more recruiting in me common room girl. Ye know I'd rather ye stay here, tell them all that are harassing ye where they can shove their attentions. Don' do this girl. It's dangerous.”<br><br>Rain looked between the closest thing to a true father she had ever known and the people around her in the common room. What would they think of this? How could she make it clear that she wasn't just some child on a rampage? These people were her last chance.<br><br>“I have to go,” She said softly. “It's the only chance to get him back. To save this kingdom from what harm may come to it. This goes beyond fear of a gilded cage, or anger at an unfaithful, abusive lover. I'm not the only one in line to suffer if this is not stopped. Years I have tried to do it the safe way, and it has only brought me pain and gotten me no closer to saving anyone. Morrin is the only one that can fix this, and he will not return without intervention I can find only in the Shadow.” She could feel the tears trekking down her cheeks, but she didn't bother dashing them away. <br><br>“Mist Haven was a peaceful place once,” She said eyes looking entreaty at the human, dwarf, and assumed elf. “You've seen how it is now with the guards that hassle all and sundry. If you're not of this place I'm sure you wouldn't know it, but this land used to be an accepting place, there was little need of a black market. Children could wander the streets without thought or worry of being abducted or harassed in any way. Under the current Duke, all of that started to change. That same Duke is the only heir apparent to the throne. He will, soon enough, be King. What then will he do to this country? If I can just get Morrin back, he can stop it. The Shadow is the only way I can do so. The Duke destroyed him. Please, will one of you help me?”<br><br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>“After the Shadow?” Daemion asked, as if it should be obvious. He did however continue with an answer. “After the Shadow, once you're safely out of Todesfalle, I shall meet you and we shall discuss your reward. Assuming you haven't managed to wrangle it for yourself while within the Shadow. If for some reason you have manged to do so, then I owe you a favor of your asking. Anything within my power, and that is much.” <br><br>It was a dangerous bargain, for him not her. Being beholden to a mortal was rarely a good idea, until her life was over he would be waiting for her to call in that debt. “Regardless if you bring my little one safely through, you will have earned my friendship which in and of itself is nothing to scoff at.” He gave her an enigmatic smile, and fished into his pocket again. This time he pulled out a small pin emblazoned with a crow and crown. The material of the coin would not likely have been readily known to a mortal, as if was found only in Faerie. <br><br>“If you come upon difficulties with anyone in a position of power, especially among the Fae show them that. It should be enough to garner their aid, within reason. Be careful of how you use that though. If it is abused I will hear of it and there will be retribution. It is not often that a mortal comes into the favor of my family.”<br><br>Daemion rose then, and offered her his arm, waiting for her to take it. “Unless you've more questions, it would be best to be on your way. Though it is unlikely that word would get to Rain, the less chances taken the better. Besides, I should be on my way before she and whatever party she cobbles together are. It may be difficult for me to keep The Duke occupied.”<br><br>Daemion's face hardened then, though his voice stayed low, almost menacingly so. “He must not know of this until she is well outside of his reach. I'd hate to end him, but she will not end up in his dungeons again.” There was a sinister promise in the smile he turned upon Naomi then, though it should be clear that the menace was not for her. “Shall we?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maverick Hunter Cake</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 19:19:33</strong>
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				Getting rid of the debris and trash he had swept up off the floor along with whatever Belrac had added to the pile, Fenneil listened intently to the story the bard was weaving. The appearance of the elf had startled him for only a moment after the realization he was no specter kicked in.'<br><br>The smithy almost dropped the broom in his hand when Rain had mentioned the infamous Shadow, any sense of dexterity seeming to flee from his body...'She...she cant really be plannin' on going there herself...?! Can she?!'He thought, horrible images leaping forth to life in his imagination. All his life he had been hearing about how Todesfall and the shadow were like hell on earth from those in his village. Demons cavorting about in the deep, dark woods, holding secret meeting to plan the downfall of good folk...That was far from sounding like where The Lady herself would seek refuge in the world...<br><br>But the idea of a wish being granted was new. That was something he had never heard of in any of the old ghost stories the old folk would spin for the younger crowds who clambered to listen during a warm night in SunderFall....Fenneil figured it was probably to keep any of the more adventurous and just plain dumber ones from trying to go and find it...The smithy bit his lip, his mind playing the information over and over, knowing that this could be the chance he needed, the only one he would ever get...<br><br>To find all those who were lost when his home, SunderFall, was destroyed.<br><br>Even if that had not been the case, the blond man couldn't let Rain go all by her lonesome. She was going for a similar reason that Fenn himself had started this whole journey of his to find everyone from his home....That and Rain seemed to have pulled all the weight of this kingdom's woes onto her shoulders, which if it's left to this Duke...It seemed to spell the end for it all. 'Bastard...'Fenn thought, not liking the man already, which was rare coming from the kindly smithy...Fenn ran a gloved hand through his blond hair, giving it one more quick thought before making his descion on what to do.<br><br>Fenn stepped forward, the steel plates of his boots making heavy thud sounds as he moved closer to the bard."Ah'll go along with ya....It wouldn't be right to let ya go all by yerself. Especially if it's as dangerous as all those folk say it is, and if it will get as bad as ya say with that Duke in charge..."Fenn said, smiling a little, though he felt like a jittery mess inside from both fear of the demons in Todesfall and the step closer he took to finding out about what happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 21:35:39</strong>
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				Naomi nodded thoughtfully as Daemion explained.&nbsp; She very much liked the idea that someone of his stature was beholding to her and she had every intention of cashing in that chip when the time came.&nbsp; She would see to the Bard’s safety and see she was brought back unharmed, even at great risk to her own life.&nbsp; This was what a bodyguard did.&nbsp; This is what she learned during her service on the border.&nbsp; This is what her father and her grandfather had taught her from the time she could walk. <br><br><em>“To be effective, you must consider yourself already dead.&nbsp; If you can do that, you can face death with a calm mind and act swiftly, without worry or fear.” </em> <br><br>It was this mind set that allowed her to survive her time on the border and to kill quickly and effectively in any duel.&nbsp; She was a deadly, efficient killer and, had it not been for the loneliness, she would never have gone into the darkness; into that place of nightmares and …&nbsp; <br><br>She let go of the tiny blue vial around her neck to accept the coin from Daemion.&nbsp; Nodding her understanding of his instructions and his warning, she placed the coin in her belt pouch.&nbsp; Later on she would acquire a tiny gem bag and keep it in a safer, more discreet location. <br><br>The conversation over, she stood and took his arm.&nbsp; His final instructions were more musings of his own intentions than directed toward her.&nbsp; Nevertheless, she nodded.&nbsp; Whatever relationship Daemion had with the Duke was not her concern.&nbsp; She now had a focus, a mission, and the promise of a handsome reward.&nbsp; Whether or not the Shadow or Daemion would provide her with the fulfillment of her dreams didn’t matter at this moment in time.&nbsp; The only thing that mattered, at this particular moment in time, was that she joined the Bard and helped her make the necessary preparations to begin their journey.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 04:17:11</strong>
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				"I have no parents or family of which to speak of," he muttered softly under his breath and shook his head as he knew trying to tell her was a foolish idea and yet he went through it anyways, now she would no doubt try to make him see things differently when she just let that sleeping dog sleep and then looked at the stranger who seemed bent on insulting him, or so he thought. "And do you yourself seek death in her most glorious form, combat?" he asked as he stopped from cleaning to listen to what the girl had to say though when she went on about something that he had only heard in fables and stories and believed it to be nothing more than that, just like the Lady herself being made up and was used as nothing more than an icon.<br><br>He nodded his head though, "I have heard of it lass, and something like will no doubt be guarded by a rather powerful beast..." he said and then went off as he started to speak to himself. "And even then, the journey itself will no doubt have powerful foes and beasts along the way that I can test my mettle and see if they will bring about my doom or if I must seek out my next opponent." He was stroking his beard as he muttered all of this and looked as if he was contemplating it, but he was already sold on the idea that he might find his doom in fighting whatever may guard the Shadow.<br><br>"Alright then lass, you can consider my weapons to be at your beck and call, but know that I'm not helping you change this city for the better." he warned as he looked at her with his one good eye while returning to what little work there was to cleaning the barroom up. "I'm only coming along as there's a good chance that there may very well be a being along the way that may finally best me in combat." he said, indicating that that was the only true reason why he was coming along with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 07:06:23</strong>
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				"You may have her all to yourself," the stranger replied lightly. "No desire have I to dance with the black maiden, whatever form she graces."<br><br>After the bard had entreated them, the man Fenneil was the first to step forward. The gray cloaked stranger turned to regard this pale traveler in a new light. Unusual, but not entirely unexpected.&nbsp; The workings of fate, none are allowed to know. Yet, here and there, one may catch a glimpse of what the Three weave ceaselessly. When the dwarf called Belrac had pledged his strength of arms to the bard's cause, the stranger looked back at the red haired storyteller. <br><br>"It is no mere coincidence that brings us together," he told her, lifting his head. The hood of his cloak shifted slightly, revealing dark eyes and a glimpse of features both fair and delicate. "My name is Neniel. Long lived am I to the children of men. They call me 'ranger', one who walks the wilds. My bow may prove useful, but greater still is my woodslore."<br><br>The elf turned away and looked thoughtfully out a window, the ocher light of the dying sun bathing his form. "Though it may be no match for that fell land..." he said quietly.<br><br>"It will grow dark," said Neniel, once again meeting Rain's gaze. He glanced in the barkeep's direction, noting something like sadness in the old man's eyes. "And still darker our talk. Some things should not be discussed in open company. Perhaps it is time we must away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 00:27:06</strong>
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				Rain found herself looking on bemused as around her these complete strangers began to come forward to offer their aid. She'd always known she was a stirring speaker, but this just seemed a little ridiculous. Or perhaps as the elf had suggested, it was the workings of Fate. Her eyes turned to Harlan, and she gave him a sad smile. She had to do this, she had to go.<br><br>“Neneil is correct. It would be for the best if we were to gather our things and go. I have no wish for my old companion to join us. It is something of a wonder that he didn't follow me here. He has no place in this quest.”<br><br><em>Where is he?</em> She couldn't help but wonder. Even when they quarreled it was not at all like Daemion to be gone this long from her side. Had he truly given up on her this time? She couldn't find even a sliver of remorse within herself if that was the case. He'd made his choices. She would not feel guilt over making her own.<br><br>“Meet me in the stables in no more than an hour,” She said to those around her. “I'm sure you've preparations to make for a journey. We can speak more of what plans we may make once we are outside of the city.” She gave each one of them a smile, “I realize that you all do this for your own reasons, but thank you all the same, and I only hope that you do not come to regret this choice.”<br><br>She moved to Harlan then, and gave him a tight hug. “I'm sorry papa, I have to go. I will return. You will see me again,” She promised softly. Then without a backward glance, she made her way towards the stairs, and her gear that was tucked away in her accustomed room. She couldn't look back. Not now that she was finally getting started going forward. If she did, she may never find the strength to continue.<br><br><hr><br>Daemion managed to wend his way from the inn with Naomi safely attached to his arm. Once he had her back out in the open air, he let her go. “You should be safe enough on your own now. Rain will be leaving the city tonight, or perhaps in the morning, but no later. She's never one to tarry when she has her mind made up.”<br><br>Daemion waited for a moment then, to see if the woman had any other questions. If not, then he would immediately find his way to the sables, and head off for Mistport. The sooner he started running interference, the better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 19:08:35</strong>
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				Naomi watched as Daemion headed off towards the stables.&nbsp; An interesting man to say the least and her little foray into the world of the Fae had been enlightening.&nbsp; Trust though was another matter.&nbsp; She just met the man or Fae or whatever he might be and, although his words and promises of fulfilling her dreams sounded good, Naomi was certain he, like everyone else, had his own agenda.&nbsp; If the young Bard was that anxious to leave the city Naomi thought it wise to find her and caution her about traveling the out roads at night.&nbsp; Besides she had not been formally introduced to the Bard as yet and it might serve her to hear Naomi’s thoughts.&nbsp; Leaving at first light would permit the Bard and whoever else had joined her little band to get a good nights rest.&nbsp; It would also give them time to gather the necessary supplies and equipment they would need for a long journey.&nbsp; <br><br>The last time Naomi saw the Bard she was headed towards The Fiddlers Den with a small group in tow and that is where she now headed.&nbsp; The sun was near to setting and the Night Watch was out lighting wall torches and beginning their patrols.&nbsp; There were fewer people along the broad central avenue at this time of day and if the Bard and her party had already left the Den Naomi would certainly run into them.<br><br>She ran lists through her mind as she walked.&nbsp; What supplies were needed, clothes, weapons other sundry items.&nbsp; If she was able to convince the young Bard to leave at first light she would most likely sleep in the stables, but if the Bard was insistent on leaving immediately, then her plans would have to be adjusted.<br><br>As she drew close to the Fiddler’s Den, Naomi paused in the deepening shadows of an alcove.&nbsp; Sleep may or may not come to her this night but then sleep had always been both a friend and an enemy.&nbsp; Closing her eyes she bowed her head and took a deep breath.&nbsp; The evening air was smudged with the scent of wood smoke and roses.&nbsp; Taking the tiny blue vial from around her neck she opened it, touched her tongue to the lip of the vial, closed it and replaced it back under her shirt.&nbsp; Instantly her vision cleared and she could see through the evening shadows.&nbsp; Scanning the surrounding area she saw no one lurking in any of the alcoves, shop entrances or alleys.&nbsp; Her hearing became acute and she listened for any whispered conversations nearby.&nbsp; She heard only the footfalls of the Night Watch as they made their way through the nearby streets.&nbsp; Laughter and music from one of the cities taverns drifted on the light evening breeze while the call of an evening Thrush echoed over the buildings. <br><br>In the two years she had lived in this city Naomi had never really explored it.&nbsp; She had no real interest in making any permanent connections or setting down “roots” here.&nbsp; This city was a stopover, a place to make plans and if this “Shadow” thing and the Bard and Daemion could help her fulfill her desires then so much the better.&nbsp; Shifting her weight and adjusting her belts, Naomi stepped out of the alcove and crossed the short distance to the Den.&nbsp; Taking one last look around, she opened the door and stepped inside.<br><br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maverick Hunter Cake</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 06:23:54</strong>
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				Fenneil ran through a small list of what he needed for the long and hard journey that was before all of them. It was better to be safe than sorry, especially if demons, ghosts, and other nasty creatures of the night were waiting for them in Todesfall. But as the bard began to make her way up the wooden steps, as realization into the smithy's head that could help him in his own journey.'I wonder if she's heard anythin' about SunderFall and what happened...'He thought, quickly making his way to the stairs to catch up with the woman, the floor creaking under the strain of his weight.<br><br>"M-Ma'am! Before ya go an' start gearin' up for the road, can ah ask ya somethin?"He called, his footsteps making loud thuds as he caught up to Rain on the stairs themselves. The blond man looked even paler than normal, his face set in a serious frown and his voice taking a small nervous stammering to its tone. He gripped the railing tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning ever whiter underneath the sturdy brown gloves he wore.<br><br>"D-Do ya know anythin' about what h-happened to a town called S-SunderFall?"Fenn asked, his lime green eyes full of hope that he could finally find some sliver of a clue about those that had gone missing. Rain was a bard, they heard stories all the time, right? 'Surely she knows somethin'....'He hoped, fearful that the answer would be the spirit shattering answer he had received from all he had asked before.<br><br>Cold silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 01:44:32</strong>
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				Belrac merely watched Rain for a short bit as she went over to the bartender and gave him a hug and uttered something that he didn't hear before running up the stairs. "No doubt getting her gear gathered up." he said to no one in particular as he himself approached the bar and placed his hand upon it with a solid THUMP and then removed his hands to gather up his things and then left the barroom without a second look. Where his hand had been, there was now a bracelet wrought from gold and engraved with runes of protection. Though he himself didn't believe that the runes were magical, it could at least fetch enough that it should cover any damages and then some....someone had to pay for the fight he did cause.<br><br>Returning out onto the streets once more, Belrac looked around at things but this time looked at them with a bit of a different point of view...trying to see how it was that the girl he was joining on a possibly suicidal mission saw this place, but he couldn't quite see it himself. With every little detail he took in he could only see the city looking just like how it was laid out before him, grim, rundown, and a bit depressing with the guards being abusive as she had said, save for the rare one who actually tried to do his job and not swindle people.<br><br>Grunting slightly and hoisting one of his weapons so that it lay on his right shoulder Belrac went to the stables as was asked of them and once there, he merely stood there and gave everyone that passed a rather nasty glare. He was displeased with the thought that they might go riding horses, the thought of which made him sneer slightly as riding wasn't exactly at the top of his list of things he enjoyed doing and put him in a rather snappy mood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 08:52:53</strong>
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				<em>Fate moves swiftly today</em>, Neniel reflected, watching Rain go up the stairs.<br>Fenneil was watching as well, seemingly lost in thought. Apparently making up his mind about something, he made to follow the bard with heavy, thudding steps. Back at the bar, the Den's proprietor was alternating between staring and blinking at the golden bracelet left by Belrac. The elf gave a small shrug when Harlan looked at him questioningly. Who could say what compelled the doomseeker? Whether it was out of some strong sense of honor, or sheer nonchalance over material matters, there was more to Belrac than met the eye.<br><br><em>Maybe.</em><br><br>Sometimes, things were simple. This trek into the heart of a massive and hostile land, however, was likely going to be anything but. Neniel had his own questions to ask, beginning with the fiery haired woman who had gotten the whole affair started. He had not missed her reference to an 'old companion'. Coupled with her apparent rush to leave the city, the ranger wondered what Rain's situation really was. <br><br>Questions, questions. The door opening and closing signaled Belrac's departure and Neniel moved to follow suit. Without a plan of travel, it was difficult to gauge what kind of supplies, as well as how much, would be required. As a ranger, he was used to traveling light, living off the land. The swamp had an evil reputation, and rightfully so, but it was far from barren. Fresh water needed to be carried, at the minimum. Swamps had no lack of water, but little of it was drinkable. Bedrolls? Dry land could be a luxury, come nightfall. The thought of spending a night in the fell lands, however... <br><br>Ever more questions. There was nothing to do but wait for answers, at least for now.<br><br>Shaking his head, Neniel reached for the door. Then the door reached for him. Placing his hand lightly against its edge, the elf stepped aside without skipping a beat, making it seem as if he was opening the door for the newcomer. <br><br>"Your pardon," he gestured with his free arm as she stepped in. Tall, for a woman, she had flaxen hair bound in long braids, and a stern, but not unlovely countenance. It was her eyes, however, that gave Neniel pause. There was something both familiar and fleeting, something... but the moment soon passed. The ranger glanced at the upper landing, but remembered that the companion Rain had mentioned was a man. Turning back to the woman, he seemed to consider her silently for a brief time.<br><br>"The lady is at the stairs," he said at last. "If you are swift, you may catch her before she retires to her room."<br><br><em>... no mere coincidence, after all.</em>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 14:58:56</strong>
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				Naomi had not placed one foot inside the Den when a Dwarf nearly bowled her over in his haste to leave the tavern.&nbsp; Dwarves.&nbsp; Always so volatile and difficult to reason with.&nbsp; Stubborn and greedy.&nbsp; But on the frontier there were no better companions to have when duty required battle.&nbsp; No one fought harder or with more intensity than an enraged Dwarf.&nbsp; Judging from his countenance and haste, Naomi assumed he had either just lost a sizable wager or had been forced to relinquish some item of value.&nbsp; She watched him stomp off towards the stables grumbling under his breath.&nbsp; Perhaps he would run into Daemion and the two could arm wrestle or practice hurling insults at one another or that other favorite Dwarven pastime;&nbsp; wagering.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Chuckling to herself she turned, once more, to enter the tavern but came face to face with an Elf.&nbsp; To say she was surprised, shocked, or just startled might have been accurate, but what gave her sudden pause was not just his fair skin and hair but his dark eyes.&nbsp; Slightly taller than she he stepped aside and held the door open.&nbsp; With a quick bow of the head he gave her a polite; <br><br>“Your pardon.”&nbsp; <br><br>Naomi blinked several times before everything registered.&nbsp; She was unused to being caught off guard and now it had happened twice in mere minutes.&nbsp; In her entire life she had not seen such a variety of beings in a single day.&nbsp; First Fae, then a Dwarf and now an Elf, and a Ranger no less, judging from his manner of dress.&nbsp; <br><br>Rangers … in her service in the borderlands they served as scouts, trackers and silent killers.&nbsp; In her four years of service, however, she had only been on one patrol with a Ranger.&nbsp; Intensely focused and skilled but quiet and aloof, as if the secrets they held were theirs alone, they moved swiftly, silently and could track over solid granite.&nbsp; She had also heard from several of the other women serving with her, that Rangers made excellent lovers.&nbsp; Naomi felt her face grow hot and quickly looked away as the Elf, first glanced toward the stairs, then back to her.<br><br>"The lady is at the stairs," he said as if reading her mind.&nbsp; "If you are swift, you may catch her before she retires to her room."<br><br>Naomi nodded her thanks and started up the stairs.&nbsp; In a single glance she took in the interior of the tavern.&nbsp; The odor of stale ale, straw and pipe smoke permeated the building like a second skin.&nbsp; The bartender was fingering what appeared to be a bracelet of some value judging from its gold color.&nbsp; The Dwarves perhaps?&nbsp; Payment on a wager or for damages?&nbsp; She noticed several broken chairs lying against one of the far walls.&nbsp; Dwarves.&nbsp; She smiled and turned her attention to the stairs, but before she took another step, she glanced back towards the door.&nbsp; The Elf had gone and the door was just closing.<br><br><em>“Dark eyes.” </em>&nbsp; She thought.&nbsp; <em>“How unusual.”</em><br><br>Another human was on the stairs above her.&nbsp; His dress was odd to say the least.&nbsp; Vertical stripes that made the eye quiver.&nbsp; Heavy belts about his waist with several odd looking weapons attached, he looked more like a vagabond troubadour than an adventurer.&nbsp; He was speaking to someone just out of sight above.&nbsp; Naomi caught up to him and touched him lightly on the shoulder.<br><br>“Excuse me.”&nbsp; She said quietly.&nbsp; “I am looking for the girl called Rain.&nbsp; Daemion sent me.&nbsp; I am called Naomi.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 01:16:09</strong>
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				“Of course, ask me anything,” Rain coaxed as she turned to face the much too pale man. The issue was one of nerves, she was sure far more than an physical sickness. The fellow obviously had something dire on his mind. His question confirmed her suspicions and she took a moment to think about what he had asked. The name seemed vaguely familiar, but it took her bit to remember why. She bit her lip and looked away.<br><br>“You had family there,” She guessed, wracking her brain for the best way to tell him the things she had heard, the whispers among the Court Wizards of a powerful burst of magic that correlated with the disappearance of everyone who had been within the town. “I know nothing for certain, only what has been whispered amongst the mages of my acquaintance. There was magic involved. That is all that I can be sure of.-” She was about to offer condolences, and to speak with him more about the most common theories gathered by those that had actually gone to investigate the place themselves when a blond woman pushed past him looking for none other than herself.<br><br>“I am Rain,” She said softly, looking the woman over to take her measure. She was a good deal taller than Rain herself, and strong. The lean, swift sort of strong, or so her build would suggest. She held herself like a warrior. “What message has that faithless man sent you to relay to me?” She demanded, voice rising in barely suppressed anger. “Or is he convinced that I'm so helpless and innocent that without some hand picked bodyguard I stand no chance?” She shook her head and held up a hand forestalling any answer to her questions before the woman could give one. She was in the middle of something. Anything Daemion had started could wait.<br><br>Her anger and rude behavior gave her pause then and she took a deep breath attempting to calm herself. It wasn't Naomi's fault that Daemion was scum, whatever he'd contracted her for. She shouldn't be taking out her anger with the man on this woman. It wasn't right, or fair. After a few breaths, she made herself relax. “I'll speak with you more on that later Fenneil,” She promised, glancing around the common room to see that only Neniel still remained. The dwarf, it seemed, had already left the building. “There will be much more time for tales when we're on the road and have need of them.”<br>She returned her amber gaze to the blond then, visible calmer.<br><br>“Why were you sent to me?” <br><br><hr><br>Daemion was half way through saddling his stallion, Shalom, when he saw the oddest thing happened. A dwarf walked into the stables. It was highly rare that dwarfs rode anything, much less horses. What was so battered and battle hardened one doing here then?<br><br>“Hello,” He called out congenially. “What brings you to the stables today?” Blue eyes twinkled at the dwarf as he brushed long white blond hair back behind his ear to get a better look at the odd creature. He'd never been overly fond of dwarfs, they were much to dower of his liking, but it never hurt to be polite, especially when you were hoping to get out of town without anyone noticing you had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maverick Hunter Cake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 03:11:03</strong>
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				"Mah whole life was there..."Fenneil whispered with remorse, knowing full well that he could be the only survivor of that unfortunate town, mainly for not being there when cruel fate grasped Sunderfall in its cold clutches. His heart grew heavier than ever before, the weight of the journey he had undertaken seeming to start to come down all at once....Until Rain mentioned the rumors of magic being the tool to spirit his loved ones and fellows away. He couldn't hide the spark of hope that he was getting closer to finding them as he shot up like some unseen force had breathed life into him. His eyes no longer had that exhausted look about them, but now filled with renewed vigor and determination!<br><br>The smithy was hanging on the edge of Rain's words, wanting to hear everything she had to saw...but then felt a soft touch upon his unarmored shoulder. He turned around, a sheepish blush crossing his face, thinking that it was someone else also trying to go up the stairs to their room...When he came face to face with Naomi. "Sorry, didn't mean to...."He trailed off when Naomi spoke of her purpose for her intrusion in the conversation, listening to her words. Fenn noticed she looked to be the fightin' type, another warrior coming to see the bard.'<em>Well....she really brings the fighters to her...huh.'</em>,Fenn thought, about to tell Naomi where Rain was until the woman herself spoke up.<br><br>Fenn leaned more into the carved railing, trying to distance himself from the latent rage erupting from Rain at Naomi, or well, at this "Daemion" she mentioned....But it wasn't worth getting in the middle of an upset lady. He had seen that enough back home to not even want to get involved. The railing creaked under his weight as he tried to to out of the way as much as possible, only to grip tightly to the rail again, this time to catch himself when he was addressed by Rain. <br><br>Fenneil bit his lip, wanting so desperately to hear more...but...Rain was right, they would have plenty of time to talk this over, and what Naomi had to say to Rain was probably very important."Ah understand and Ah thank ya for your help...Ah'll leave you nice folk to your business then."The smithy said with a smile of gratitude to the bard. He then turned to make his way back down the wooden stairs, squeezing by Naomi with a quick but polite, "Pardon me, ma'am." The smithy then quickly, with the renewed energy of a man on a mission, raced out the door to gather the things he needed to get. He still had most of his own gear, and needed only rations and a few minor items to get him ready for the road once more.<br><br>It took Fenneil a bit of time to gather what he needed, but that didn't damper his newly lit spirit. Disturbing the dust upon the <br>large streets of the city as arrived at the meeting destination, the stables. It seemed that Belrac had been the first one...along with some unknown man. The smithy didn't pay it too much mind, since it was a stable, and the man was probably a traveler like they were. Now it was just a matter of time before the journey would truly begin...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 16:23:02</strong>
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				“Please forgive my interruption,” Naomi said with a slight bow.&nbsp; “But I was not exactly <em>sent </em> to you so much as I was <em>drawn </em> to you.”&nbsp; <br><br>Naomi leveled her gaze at the woman.&nbsp; Up close the young Bard was indeed lovely and obviously had a fiery temper and a strong will, which for a former Watchmen of the Border, made her all the more attractive.&nbsp; Naomi pushed such thoughts from her mind and continued; business first.<br><br>“I was in the crowd earlier and listened to your tale and found myself attracted by it and planned to join your party for my own reasons.&nbsp; The fact that I spoke with Daemion first was purely coincidence.&nbsp; I assumed he was part of your party and simply wanted to ask him more about you and your situation.&nbsp; I meant no harm.”&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled, relaxed her shoulders and hooked her thumbs under her belt.&nbsp; She did not wish to appear threatening but at the same time wanted to send a signal that she was more than capable and confident enough to lend aide to the young Bard should the need arise.<br><br>“It is true Milady that I have served as bodyguard on many occasions to people of some importance, but I assure you my intentions for joining your little band are purely personal.&nbsp; That said, however, I am at your service should you be in need of advice or, may the Goddess forbid, protection.&nbsp; For, I am sure you are well aware of the many dangers that exist outside these walls.”<br><br>She paused and glanced down the stairs before continuing.&nbsp; <br><br>“I can only report that I last saw this Daemion of yours heading for the stables near the western gate.&nbsp; I assume he intends to ride out to scout the road ahead, but I was not privy to his intentions and am merely offering my own conclusions.”<br><br>She smiled, tilted her head slightly and brushed a braid over her shoulder.<br><br>“May I enquire as to when you wished to begin this endeavor?&nbsp; Perhaps I can be of some service there as well?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 09:24:05</strong>
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				Glancing up, Neniel watched the sky turn ocher with the last light of the setting sun. The clouds took on tinges of red and pink as twilight drew near. Though the moon and stars were different here, still the Elves looked forward to their emergence every night. Through the many long toils and trials they endured, the heavens were always there to remind them of peace and hope, of better times that could yet come again, if they just endured a little longer. Darkness could not hold out forever.<br><br>The ranger felt a shiver run up his spine, though he knew not why.<br><br>Dry hay, among the usual odors, signaled his proximity to the stables situated by the city gates. The streets here were a little congested as the last surge of travelers and merchants either made their way into or out of Dalos, with the guards struggling to sort them out. With his hood drawn up, Neniel made his way through, weaving easily around men, horses, and wagons alike, a gray cloaked shadow passing unnoticed. Both Belrac and Fenneil were there, though the former was engaged in discussion. From the brief time Neniel had spent in his company, the Dwarf did not seem the sociable sort, but there he was. <br><br>Walking over to Fenneil, he met the man's eyes. "Well met."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 02:25:43</strong>
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				He hated being where he was at that moment, he hated the city for being so dull....Belrac hated just about everything that you could think of. Take that man near him in the middle of saddling his horse before turning around and noticing Belrac before inquiring what he was doing at the stables today. He turned and looked at the man with a scowl, his one good eye narrowing and for a few moments he said nothing before snorting. "My business here is none of your own Atan (man), suffice to say though that I am waiting on several companions to embark on a trip." he explained when he sensed a presence, rather than saw it, and didn't need to look to know that whoever it was had to be an elf. Looking then, he could only glare at slender for of Neniel. "Speak of which, I assume he's one of them." he said and then spat at the ground near the Elf's feet.<br><br>Though Belrac had nothing personal against the Elf due to barely knowing him, it was due part of the fact that the two species fought differently. Belrac preferred direct confrontation while the Elf, if asked, would no doubt say that he would prefer indirect combat so as not to be spotted. They had only just met though and him being a stranger was reason enough for the rugged Dwarf to be weary of the Elf as he moved around in the stables a little so that his gaze held both Neniel and the human. "If your fixin' to know more though, seek out a lass at the Fiddlers Den who goes by the name of Rain. A sweet lass she seems, she'll tell you what it is she's settin out ta do."<br><br>Done explaining and not seeking to strike up a conversation with the Elf least it ended with a brawl, he placed his weapons against a stall to retrieve from his pack a small whetstone, to which he then proceeded to grind it across the edge of his ax blade. He enjoyed sharpening his weapon knowing that with each pass of the whetstone his weapon was made all the sharper and all the deadlier as it would allow him to slice through armor and flesh all the easier, while also possibly psych his opponent out as he would run his thumb sometimes across its sharpened surface to cut his finger with only a grin on his face that would indicate that he was going to enjoying the coming fight. <br><br>It was while he was sharpening his ax that he finally noticed the man from earlier that had been at the Den and helped clean things up. What was his name.....Fenniel, that was it. The man had been so silent that Belrac hadn't noticed the guy slipping into the stables so silently. Out of the party members that Rain has assembled he felt that he was only going to enjoy on Fenniel's company so long as he remained silent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 22:45:44</strong>
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				"It was nothing, we really will speak more of it soon enough," Rain promised as Fenneil took his leave. It was troubling, what had happened to that village. Perhaps more troubling was that nothing quite like that had happened before or sense. It was an anomaly and those, where magic was involved, generally spelled trouble for someone. It was bad enough that the man's whole life had been stripped from him. He was the first that she'd heard of whole had escaped the mass abduction. That worried her just a little, it could mean that disaster was just waiting to find him. Then, where better for him to be going if that was the case.<br><br>Rain's eyes lingered on the man as he left the building. Still, she listened to what the blond woman in front of her had to say. She's assumed Daemion was a member of their party. That was an easy enough assumption if they'd ever been seen together. She'd wanted more information. Rain could understand that. She would have been curious too. There would be little to no harm in letting the lady come with them. It would be nice to have another female around when she was so surrounded by males. Especially one as grounded as this one.<br><br>"That's alright then I guess. It's only Daemion has been trying to manage my life for years, and I'm quite done with it. He gave up the right to do so when he tumbled that harlot in my bed," She took another deep breath. It was best not to think or talk about Daemion right now. Having an experienced bodyguard present would not be the worst of ideas I would imagine. I can look after myself though." <br><br>For some reason with this self assured woman in front of her, Rain felt the need to make that clear. She wasn't a child, she could look after herself.<br><br><em>Remind yourself of that when the time for sleep comes...</em> A snide, vicious inner voice chided. That wasn't her fault though. She'd tried. It wasn't her fault that it never succeeded. She couldn't help what happened when she was actually asleep. Rain shook her head. She was wool gathering and now was the time for action, that would never do.<br><br>"It's my intention to leave this very night. To travel as long and far as we can, and find somewhere to camp until we've rested. I think it best to avoid conventional traveling schedules of any kind. It will make it more difficult for the guard to keep track of us. It's imperative that the Duke not know what is going on. At least until we are outside of the Duchy of Mist Haven. Once we are into Shallamara, it would be stupid for him to interfere. They let the Elves be, and the Elves guard their borders. That has been the agreement for more time than anyone can recall."<br><br>She smiled at the other woman. "It strikes me that I do not know your name. Perhaps you will walk with me to gather my things and meet the others?"<br><br><hr><br>Daemion's eyebrows rose at the Dwarf's sharp tone. Was he waiting on Rain and her group? Would Rain really stoop to the level of dragging along someone so rough and lacking in decency? He didn't seem like her favored sort. Ah well, it was possible he was waiting for someone else, or that Rain was desperate. <br><br>A human entered soon after the Dwarf, and Daemion gave a nod in his direction, the man stayed quite at first however, and so Daemion said nothing else to him, simply continued his task. If Rain was coming this way soon, it was best that he leave quickly. A meeting would not likely go well at this juncture. An Elf came in then, a ranger sort if Daemion had ever seen one, the Dwarf acknowledge him as a companion, though he didn't seem to happy about it. Definitely Rain's work then. She'd find some way to run roughshod over the lot of them and make them all get along. That was her way.<br><br>"She's setting out to get herself and all of you killed if you're not careful," Daemion couldn't help but burst out as he was informed to ask Rain if he was curious. "She's a bit foolish, my little Rain. It would do you well to watch her carefully and see that she is well looked after. She has many powerful friends that would not look kindly on her being hurt. In any way." With that Daemion finished saddling Shalom, and made his escape. He'd already tipped his hand too much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 20:04:26</strong>
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				Naomi returned the smile.&nbsp; She liked that the girl was strong willed.&nbsp; It showed she had an inner strength and confidence that Naomi found lacking in most females.&nbsp; Stubbornness, however, was a flaw that could get people injured or even killed.&nbsp; Still it was not Naomi’s place to tell this young woman what she should do, but if asked, she would give advice; otherwise she would simply watch her back.&nbsp; Whatever had transpired between the Bard, Daemion and the Duke was none of Naomi’s business.&nbsp; <br><br>“I am called Naomi and I do not doubt your strength or your ability to fend for yourself.&nbsp; There are however, many unseen dangers on the outer roads after dark.&nbsp; I merely wish that you be made aware of this before setting out.&nbsp; That said, however, I am prepared to leave at any time.”<br><br>Naomi ran through a list of things she kept packed in her saddlebags.&nbsp; Her time serving on the borderlands taught her to always have gear ready for emergencies or quick response to orders as patrols into the wilds were often hastily organized.&nbsp; As far as clothes went…she had a change in her saddlebags and could go weeks in the same armor.&nbsp; One got used to the smell after a few days anyway and when on a long patrols in the wilds there were few opportunities to bathe.&nbsp; Fortunately, she found the stable-master a trustworthy enough fellow to be able to store several rapiers with him for safe keeping.&nbsp; She could also keep a few small, tightly wrapped packages with him as well … for emergencies of course.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Naomi nodded as she walked with the Bard and listened to her plans.&nbsp; If nothing else this journey promised to be interesting and perhaps profitable.&nbsp; And, if this “Shadow” could help her regain her families lost honor; then so much the better.&nbsp; Naomi absently fingered the tiny glass vial around her neck as she waited for the Bard to gather her things. <br><br>An interesting journey indeed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 05:59:02</strong>
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				He couldn't help but scowl at the human, who clearly didn't know about the dwarf's own agenda in partaking of the journey, but he said nothing to him as he merely watched and sharpened his ax until the man finally mounted and left. Belrac couldn't have been happier to see the man leave as he spat on the ground to indicate that he had great disdain for the man despite knowing him for only those few, short moments. "The man seems so certain that she is going to die, yet doesn't even offer to come along to assure that she won't fall...and to threaten us to ensure that she remains alive by saying she has powerful friends who would no doubt cause us harm if she was to be harmed." <br><br>The dwarf merely snorted at the thought and grinned wickedly as a thought entered his head. "I'd like to see them try, I've been wishing for more challenging foes than fighting the random wild critter or band of highwaymen." Belrac said, voicing his opinion of what he thought of the threat and then turned to regard his companions once more, with silence being the dominate feature about him as he was not a conversationalist himself unless the subject was on something he knew well or was asked a question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 22:08:59</strong>
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				Beneath the hood, Neniel narrowed his eyes. He turned away from Fenneil as the newcomer made a warning that sounded suspiciously close to a threat. Apparently having said all that he was willing to, the Man left hurriedly.<br><br>"I would rather we have some respite on the road," The Ranger said absently, watching the dust slowly settle back down in the man's wake. "Precious little we will find in the lands of the enemy..."<br><br>A shriek split the air, but it was soon revealed to be one of the guardsmen taking a little extra liberty inspecting a peasant maiden's goods. Trying to cover his indiscretion, the guard laughed loudly and half ushered, half pushed the young woman on her way. Neniel briefly wondered at the presence of so many guards, and some zealously inquisitive ones at that. The bard's image came unbidden to his mind, but left just as swiftly. Night was arriving, and port towns could be especially rowdy in the darker hours. Already he could see the furtive faces of those with secrets best left untold, emerging from whatever dank recess they dwelt in, far from the light of day. <br><br>"... or here, before long."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 05:48:35</strong>
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				“I'm glad to hear it,” Rain assured as Naomi finished speaking. It was good to know that her newest companion didn't doubt her. As long as she wasn't just giving lip service, it would make things easier. They reached her room quickly, and Rain set about packing up the bare essentials. Clothes, and gear and such. All the while she thought about what exactly they would do. She'd never quite gotten this far in her planning before. Frankly she hadn't been entirely sure that her plot would succeed. <br><br>“I understand the dangers that are present on the roads after dark. I would be a liar to say that the thought of them doesn't cause me fear. It does. There are things I fear more though. There will be less notice by guardsmen and in truth people in general if we travel on a schedule that few others do. There will be fewer people to see us. That's important. I must get out of this duchy with as little notice as possible. It would be best if the Duke not even know I'm going through with this until I'm outside of the reach of his power,” She explained all this as she made her way behind a screen and changed into softened leather travel wear. All her fancy dresses and most of her outfits would stay here in the safety of this inn. Harlan would keep them safe for her. There was a reason her room was in the family quarters.<br><br>Changing complete, she made her way back from behind the screen catching her hair up and twisting it around itself into a rope like tail before securing it to her head. She seriously needed to consider cutting most of it off. It was only going to get in the way. She wasn't ready to do that yet though. That accomplished she belted on her rapier and tucked a throwing knife into each of her boots. It never hurt to have a spare.<br><br>“We will of course have to go into towns on occasion for provisions if nothing else,” She continued as she tucked various coin pouches about her person and away in her bags. “Those times will be when we must be the most vigilant. That's when the Duke's men will strike if they are going to. Unless there are enough to surround us, I do not think that they will chance coming upon us in the open.”<br><br>Rain shouldered her pack, thankful that she'd been able to safely leave her saddlebags at the stables. She didn't relish the thought of carrying them right now. “I'm sure the others are waiting for us. Shall we go?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 14:11:35</strong>
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				Naomi leaned against the door and watched as the Bard set about gathering her odds and ends for the journey.&nbsp; Her reasoning for leaving at such an hour made sense considering her desire for secrecy.&nbsp; Naomi had no idea what the young woman’s relationship with the Duke was, nor did she much care.&nbsp; The girl was obviously defying the Dukes orders or was running off with some valuable object other than herself, which if the rumors about the Duke were correct, would make the Bard a valuable commodity indeed.&nbsp; The idea of the Dukes men giving chase did not exactly sit well with Naomi, but then she never was much of a supporter of Duchy Law considering the contraband she was currently carrying.&nbsp; Besides, the possibility of facing off against some of the Dukes own was a tempting proposition.&nbsp; It had been quite awhile since she had faced more than two opponents at a time and she had devised a few new moves that still needed testing.&nbsp; Of course the new moves had worked splendidly in practice, but all the practice in the world was never a reliable substitute for the thrill, tension and rush of an actual duel.<br><br>Naomi shook the visualized duel from her head as the Bard hefted her pack.&nbsp; She was amused that the Bard carried a rapier and judged its quality as being excellent.&nbsp; One could always tell a good length of steel, even sheathed, by the design of the hand-guard, scabbard and frog and what the young Bard was carrying rivaled Naomi’s own.&nbsp; The question was; could she wield it with confidence when facing a living person who was hell bent on killing you.&nbsp; Naomi nodded.&nbsp; She was certain the opportunity would arrive for the Bard to “show her metal” as the saying went.<br><br>In short order they arrived at the stables.&nbsp; Naomi ignored the other “companions,” went straight to the stable-master, and spoke quietly with him.&nbsp; He disappeared into a back room and emerged a short time later with her packed saddle bags, a spare rapier, boot dagger and two small cloth bound bundles which Naomi stuffed into her saddlebags.&nbsp; She pressed three gold crowns into his beefy hands and thanked him.&nbsp; The man gave her a gracious bow that seemed a bit overdone, but was nonetheless, sincere.&nbsp; <br><br>Her horse saddled and her bedroll, with the spare rapier rolled inside, and saddlebags secured, she tucked the boot-knife away, mounted and jerked the reins.&nbsp; She spun the charger, a spirited Roan that had been a gift from her commanding officer for “services rendered,” in a tight circle and waited at the stable doors.&nbsp; Darkness had descended over the city.&nbsp; If her memory served there would be a full moon rising in an hour or so.&nbsp; She smiled; a full moon would make traveling the roads after dark somewhat easier.&nbsp; While she waited for the others, she touched the tiny blue vial to her tongue.&nbsp; Even though her vision was already excellent, it never hurt to have a slight advantage in the dark.&nbsp; The Roan snorted and bucked her head.&nbsp; Naomi patted her neck.<br><br>“Patience Cassandra.&nbsp; You’ll be stretchin your legs soon enough don’t you worry.”<br><br>Looking back inside the stables she leaned forward in the saddle and caught the Bard’s eye.<br><br>“Whenever you are ready Milady.”&nbsp; She said with a slight bow.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>13-05-2012, 03:01:11</strong>
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				Belrac couldn't help but feel that with every second that slowly ticked by that the bard didn't arrive it was another second that he was missing out on potentially missing out on his doom or spending his time in another barroom drinking what humans passed of as alcohol. It was only the fact that the doom her mission could bring him was all to enticing not for someone of his trade to pass up.<br><br>He finally stopped grinding the small whetstone against the blade of his ax and returned it to the pocket that he retrieved it from so that he could test the sharpness of it by pressing his thumb lightly against it. With barely any pressure he ran his thumb down along its length and grinned a nearly toothless grin when he was greeted with the sight of his thumb covered with a little blood that welled from a small cut caused by his ax. He enjoyed having his weapons nice and sharp so as to better chop his opponents into a pile of dismembered limbs. It was when he had cleaned the blood off of his thumb that Rain and a newcomer, also a woman Belrac noted, entered the stables and he watched as the newcomer met with the stable-master and then saddled her horse. He couldn't help but snort rather loudly as he was rather unimpressed by the woman and then turned towards Rain.<br><br>"Bout time you got your arse here. I was beginnin to think you might have chickened out of your own mission," he complained as he hefted his ax so that it now rested on his shoulder and he took a step forward away from the wall to turn and regard the newcomer again as she mounted her horse. "Nice little piece of work you got there," he complimented, indicating the rapier she possessed, "I only hope you know how to use such a weapon to its fullest potential." he said and then moved over to the door of the stables and prepared to leave. "Let's get moving before I say something that will cause someone to fly off at me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 05:22:42</strong>
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				While Belrac greeted the two women, after a fashion, Neniel hung back for a moment before approaching Rain. As ever, the Elf presented a subtle figure; enigmatic, yet never really standing out. With his hood drawn, a shadow cloaked his eyes in darkness. <br><br>"We were graced earlier by the presence of a gentleman,"&nbsp; said the Ranger, casually. "I did not quite catch everything he said, but it all sounded rather gloomy. Doubtless, Master Belrac can furnish the gritty details. Excuse me."<br><br>With that, Neniel made his way to the stable master and haggled over horseflesh while the others made their various preparations. In the end, he managed to secure a dark bay mare. As his profession relied rather more on footwork than hoof, Neniel seldom had reason to call a steed his own. The Elf's purse was sorely taxed by the purchase, but it was nothing a few sojourns into the wilderness could not replenish. <br><br>For a moment, he considered getting rid of all the tack, being more accustomed to riding 'Elf-style' when he rode at all. In the end, Neniel decided to do without much of the headgear, stowing it away with the rest of the supplies. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avella</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 13:29:07</strong>
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				Naomi gave little heed to the Dwarf’s comment.&nbsp; She had known only one Dwarf during her time on the borders.&nbsp; She found him to be noble of words, proud of skill, vicious in battle, loyal to their cause and generous … well, as generous as a Dwarf can get.&nbsp; She had learned one important lesson from him, Dwagar was his name as she recalled.&nbsp; She learned never to engage a Dwarf in a game of chance, be it cards or dice, for they gambled excessively and were very poor losers.<br><br>Judging from this Dwarf’s posture and general attitude he had recently lost something of value.&nbsp; Either that or he just had a strong dislike for anything and everyone who was not Dwarven.&nbsp; He was built like an anvil and apparently had the same intellectual prowess as one.&nbsp; Regardless, his comment did not bother her in the slightest and if it came to their drawing weapons in defense of the Bard, well Naomi was sure he would prove himself worthy.&nbsp; She made a mental note, that should the time come for battle, to stay clear of this Dwarf’s field of vision for he seemed a bit reckless and far too much in love with his axe.<br><br>She gave him a crooked smile that bordered on a smirk and straightened up in the saddle. Clucking softly she moved Cassandra a few meters away and scanned the surrounding area.&nbsp; The road was clear to the city gates.&nbsp; If they were going to leave; now was the time.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>20-05-2012, 17:43:02</strong>
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				"You put much too much heed into weapons I fear. They can't get you everything you know," Rain rebuked the dwarf lightly as she glanced after Naomi when she went to speak with the stable-master content to see that one of the hands had seen her and was already in the process of readying Deka, her chestnut and grey brindled palfrey for her. She was rather fond of the small mare, and hoped that there would be a safe place somewhere along the way to stable her, Todesfalle was no place for a horse. For now though, they needed the speed. <br><br>Neniel's words drew her from her contemplations on how to get the dwarf onto a horse, and she nodded to him before he went off to go after a mount of his own. That left only the dwarf on foot. She turned her attention back to him, but not to speak about Daemion as she was quite sure it must have been him. The man's horse was gone and who else would be doom saying to her chosen companions? For just a moment none of that mattered though as she greeted her mare with a sugar cube and tipped the stable hand before taking her reins and marching herself over to the dwarf.<br><br>"Do you ride with me, or do I acquire you a mount?" She asked head cocking to the side. "You're the only one of us without one and we need the speed right now." Rain cast her eyes rather pointedly at the two who were near, or ready to leave already one foot tapping in an unconscious gesture of impatience. "Things are quiet out there for now, but that will not always be the case."<br><br>To emphasize her point, Rain pulled a voluminous cloak in a deep burgundy from her pack and draped it around herself before mounting her delicate looking little mare and holding out her hand to the dwarf. "With the screen of twilight it is possible that I will pass without as any other traveler. That will keep the Duke from getting the message that I have left the city without his chosen guardian in tow for a day more at least. That will buy us time, time that we can not afford to lose by traveling afoot when our pursuit will be mounted when they come. Ride with me or alone, for now there is no other choice."<br><br><hr><br>The darkness of dusk was just beginning to touch the ground as a lone figure stepped out of a tree, or at least that's how it seemed. Darkness clung to that figure there in the deep shadows of the largest of the trees in this glade smaller shadows seemed to wreath around the figures body, undulating and moving. A shift in the wind parted the overhanging branches for just a moment and a shaft of light revealed the undulating mass to be a trio of weasels climbing all over the figure, appearing to be playing a game. One dark hand, soft and smooth, reached out and tickled a weasel behind the ears before plopping it gently onto the ground. The other two were given the same treatment as the figure walked away from the trees and towards the road it knew to be not so far away.<br><br>It was good to be home again the wars had taken much too much time and effort. This glade, this place had needs that had gone unmet for too long. A calling of fate had sounded, much to hard to be ignored. The time had come for the world to move on. There were other things afoot. Things that needed tending to, even more than some of the minor failings this grove had sustained. The creatures here, the flora and fauna would survive far longer without assistance than those that were coming this way. They would be here soon, then it would be time to do what must be done. <br><br><hr><br>Not so far away, another figure watched the road, cloaked deeply in the shadows of a black, hooded robe. Everything had just started into motion. A grim smile touched the figures lips twisting them into a snarl. Oh how the figure had waited for this day. One dark hand reached out and traced a pattern in the air and shimmering red fire sprang up for just a moment only to settle lightly onto the road and disappear. Oh yes, things were just about to get interesting.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>22-05-2012, 18:36:51</strong>
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				Belrac was going to argue that he knew that lesson a little too well, but instead he kept his mouth shut. Arguing now would have proven fruitless and serve only to make the woman a bit irritated at him. Though it wasn't like he was trying to make any friends, but he also didn't need to make anyone here hate him to the point that they would leave him behind or leave him to fend for himself when the get ambushed.<br><br>He then stared at Rain's hand as she held it out to him, appearing to be thinking of what he could do before his head bowed slightly and a soft sigh came from him. "Guess I don't really have a choice, do I," he said before taking one of his meaty hands and grasping onto her hand and used her saddled form to pull himself up behind her and was ready for her to get going. "Besides, there are worse things one can be subjected to." he muttered softly, indicating that had he to ride with the elf then issues were to ensue almost immediately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shariden</strong> on <strong>26-05-2012, 00:49:08</strong>
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				"If only we all had a grim and doughty warrior at our backs," Neniel smiled as he passed by Dwarf and Bard. "Alas, Master Belrac, you have missed a valuable opportunity. I would have regaled you with high and noble tales of Elvendom that have seldom graced the ears of outsiders, whilst you provided a most formidable barrier to the assassin's arrow."<br><br>Glancing up at the night sky as his horse broke into a trot, Neniel gauged the stars briefly. It was an old custom of his people to watch the heavens for any signs and portents before undertaking a journey of some importance. The constellation of the Bull seemed to be grazing far in the east, near a small patch of vivid red that painted the stars. There seemed to be nothing of significance at the moment, though that in itself might have had some meaning. What it was, the Elf was hard put to say. <br><br>Directing his gaze back at more terrestrial matters, he overtook Naomi and made his way to the guards. Only one gave him more than a passing look. <br><br>"Out hunting tonight?" The man grinned, eying the Elf's bow and fully stocked quiver. "Let me guess, Kodiak pelts?"<br><br>"Perhaps," Neniel replied, pausing nearby. "If the weather stays clear. What says the augur?"<br><br>Another guard spoke out, suppressing a yawn in the process. "Should be clear, but fog's been creeping low in the wee hours. Watch your horse."<br><br>"Aye, keep an eye on your horse," confirmed the first man. "And keep a spare on the side of the road. There's been far too many queer sightings these nights. I've been hearing all sorts of things and it's enough to trouble a man."<br><br>The Elf nodded politely but said nothing. The nights were certainly strange, and the center from where all this queerness radiated lay in a particular dank, festering quagmire. As it was their eventual destination, things could only get stranger from here. <br><br>Neniel urged his horse into a walk, and passed beneath the city gates. "Out on the road once more..." he said, taking a look around. "... with the stars above me and boon (and not so boon) companions at my back. Cities are well and good for men, but this is more to my liking."&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bard's Tale: Quest for the Shadowgate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phoenixrisen</strong> on <strong>02-06-2012, 20:12:36</strong>
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				<em> “So it was with a warning of grim tidings on the road that my quest finally began. I would be lying if I were to say that I wasn't in the least bit nervous. I was terrified, though I did my best to hide it. There were so many things that I hadn't told them. So much that I had no confidence in my ability to do,” Rain gave her audience a sad smile. <br><br>“I wasn't particularly confident in my abilities when it came to much back then. I'd heard too much nay saying; been too overprotected to know if I was capable of caring for myself or not. Then there was the complication of the nightmares, thankfully those are no longer an issue. More than anything however, I was concerned about something else, something that I feared would make me useless in the midst of battle should we ever become actively engaged in it. I'm getting ahead of myself though.”<br><br>Rain rose then with a wry smile. “My tale really starts as so many epic tales have so I apologize for the cliche, but the night </em>was<em> dark and cool. There was the faintest hint of summer flowers on the breeze and the road before us was bathed in a thin, low fog. There was an eerie stillness to the air, the only sounds the muffled clopping of hooves and our conversation. It was rather as if the world was asleep, and all the animals in it were asleep as well. Including those that should not be...” </em><br><br>There had been little difficulty in slipping out of town unnoticed. The gruff Dwarf at her back certainly couldn't have hurt the speed of that process. There had been a few odd looks when it became apparent the Dwarf and the Elf were part and parcel of the same party, but that had been expected. What hadn't been expected was the quiet. For all the times that she had traveled late into the evening with Daemion, she'd never heard it this quiet except in the dead of winter. She hoped that that didn't mean that a storm was coming. That was the last thing that they needed.<br><br>In the omnipresent silence, talk had dwindled quickly, but that was just as well as the pace that had been set made talk hard as it was. Right now all she could let herself be concerned with was getting away from there as quickly as was safe. She was thankful for her palfrey’s smooth gait, it would be beyond disastrous if the Dwarf were to fall from the horse's back. Rain knew she wasn't strong enough to manhandle the fellow into staying on. <br><br>For all the quiet though, things seemed to be going well. Certainly beyond expectations up to this point. Even given the setting she felt safe with her small guard. It was more clear than ever that the Elf had a great deal of experience in the wilds and certainly having an experienced bodyguard along for the journey would do nothing but help in the overall safety of the group. Who knew what had become of the human blacksmith, but perhaps they would run into him again at another time. Certainly their road was bound to be a long one. They had the whole length of a kingdom to traverse before they reached even reached the hard part.<br><br>It was nearing midnight, and she was about to call a halt for the night to find a place to make camp when it happened. One moment, all was just as it should be, the next there was&nbsp; a soundless flash and they were engulfed in a large ring of fire. Deka reared a little, whinnying in protest at the sudden appearance of the flames and Rain clung on for all that she was worth quite forgetting her passenger. With luck, he wouldn't grab for her and she would stay on board. Then again, there was little else for him to grab at so her chances were slim.<br><br><hr><br>The dark figure reached the edge of the wood just in time to sense, then see the ring of magical fire come around the party on the road. There was little to see of them behind the eight foot wall of flame and for just a moment the figure wondered if it was too late. Then movement became apparent through the fire. There were still living people in there, though what was happening to them was still far from clear. The caster must be near here somewhere. The taint of foul magic was on the air, for any sensitive enough to notice. If the figure could find the caster then they could stop this, but where was the foul creature responsible for this?<br><br><hr><br>The black cloaked caster watched the first stage of their spell with a glee that would have been palpable to anyone nearby. This was going just as they'd hoped. The frightened sound of the horses inside told the caster that they were off balance in there and that made them easy targets for what was about to happen. With a quick gesture and a few muttered words the summoning began. <br><br>Soon there would be a small swarm of goblinoid imps in that circle of fire with only one objective. Subdue the captives, but do not kill. Take them alive. The caster had plans for this band. Plans that would make the caster a very rich person. First though, they had to be captured and made complacent. If all went according to plan, the little imps would be able to do just that. 
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