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Post by lawfather on Mar 17, 2006 15:21:58 GMT -5
(OOC) Jeeze Denny.... I'm responding to two different posts... gimme a min before you jump all over the "Did you see it" stuff *grin*
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Post by DM Cyphus on Mar 17, 2006 15:31:26 GMT -5
The Elf stood silently contemplating the information he'd been given. Shernof spoke next. "We would like to help you take him back to his family. Kesson spoke of them and you with much admiration."
"Undeserved. I have tracked beasts and foe through the wilderness...but never have I done battle with unnatural creatures such as you speak of. Nor have I known anyone but my brother's wife or a common shop Gnome who could utter a magical word. And now my nephew, who had far surpassed my experiences in life in so short a time...will not have the opportunity to experience more."
He looked to Jack next with a slight smile, "The Wood Elves have few practices or ceremonies as a race...but the Rel's have many as a family. It would be good if you were to come with us. My brother would want to meet the men his son spent his final moments with. I will find someone to run my stables here. And I will be prepared to leave whenever you wish. I will guide you to their village."
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Post by DM Cyphus on Mar 17, 2006 15:31:55 GMT -5
((( Well what did you expect...I'm quick on the trigger!)))
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Post by delkar on Mar 17, 2006 15:36:37 GMT -5
"I would be ready to leave tommorow morning if that pleases you."
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Post by lawfather on Mar 17, 2006 15:37:21 GMT -5
Serol nodded his head and said, "Master Rel, we would be honored to accompany you to the elven lands to pay tribute to our fallen friend. So few men are welcomed there as it is. We are planning a celebration tonight. Not of Kessen's death, but of his life and the light he shared with us for the brief time we knew him. You would honor us greatly to join us tonight as we celebrate your nephew and we will leave in the morning an hour after first light."
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Post by DM Cyphus on Mar 17, 2006 15:55:54 GMT -5
The old Elf nodded but said nothing. It seemed his thoughts had taken over.
Shernof stood and signaled for the others to rise with him. The ranger told him where the men would be dining, the very same tavern that Arik had dined at with the Wolves the night before last. It seemed the barkeep thought fondly of them, and wanted to do what he could to give them an opportunity to celebrate their fallen comrade.
With that the group left with little in the way of farewells. Obviously Taerle Rel would need a few moments alone. They walked away from the small stables quietly. When they arrived back at the Preten Estate, there were still several hours left before the group would be ready to dine. A guard quickly approached them and spoke to Shernof in whispers.
Shernof turned around with a half-smile half-worried-expression look on his face. "Jonathan will need to meet with us all once again. The situation we were concerned about has developed. I'm not sure how this will affect our plans to leave, but Jonathan will inform us shortly about the circumstances. At the very least we may face a time constraint. Go on ahead of me, and I will meet you there shortly."
Then Shernof moved toward Arik and held the man back. "Not you...you and I must speak first, friend."
He waited for the others to move on ahead of them both before speaking again.
"What we are about to hear you will not like, my friend. But I need you to promise to remain calm at all times. If we are about to encounter and discuss what I think we are, I need that promise. Do I have your word?"
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Post by The Ascendant on Mar 17, 2006 18:20:25 GMT -5
((Having been out of the office on a sales call Josh awakens to a world not fixated on interest rates and terms...woot!!))
"You have my word as you know I give it old friend. What situation are to deal with?"
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Post by DM Cyphus on Mar 17, 2006 19:55:51 GMT -5
Shernof began leading the man towards Jonathan's office, a safe distance behind the others. "This matter pertains to the Drachens." Shernof said no more as they walked.
Arik and Shernof were the last to enter. Jonathan and his guest had just risen from their seats as the others made their entrance. Arik quickly eyed the guest up and down.
The man stood a few inches over six feet. He wore black leggings and loosely fitting black shirt. Around the clothing he wrapped a blood red, well worn-out cloak. Two swords were strapped to his body, one on his back and the other at his hip. If Arik remembered correctly, there would be a scythe resting comfortably somewhwere close by, unless the guards at the Preten Estate had confiscated it. With a meeting such as this and with Jonathan alone, that seemed the most obvious scenario. His body was thin yet toned. His black hair went down to about his neck. His green eyes made instant contact with Arik. Though Arik's eyes were drawn more to the scar at the man's left temple...the one Arik had put there. It was small, yet noticeable. The damage had been mostly internal after all.
"This is Lurrin Drachen," Jonathan introduced the man.
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Post by The Ascendant on Mar 17, 2006 20:02:45 GMT -5
((OMFG! Im eating, but damn you!!! I will be right back!!))
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Post by DM Cyphus on Mar 17, 2006 20:04:19 GMT -5
(((lol...enjoy! And guess what...that's not even the best part!)))
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Post by The Ascendant on Mar 17, 2006 20:08:23 GMT -5
(nm...lets do this)
Arik never paused, never let his eyes break Lurrin's, he just simply walked up smiling, "Sir Lurrin, it is such a pleasure to see you in better health. How have you been?" The tone was genuine, afterall, Arik carried a burning hatred for this man's father and not the son.
"Johnathan, I can assure you that Sir Lurrin and I are well acquainted. Let us sit and hear how you have been." The Drachens made Arik's stomach churn, but he felt some pain for the man who had been the object of his wrath; he had hurt this man badly, lost a contest in the process, and had learned a great lesson from the accident. He had learned patience. It was time to practice it.
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Post by DM Cyphus on Mar 17, 2006 20:15:21 GMT -5
(((Well...I'd respond for Lurrin, but I think Phear wants to play his own character. ))) "Lurrin has brought a situation to my attention that is most...unsettling. We'd feared this was the case for some time. It seems the Drachens are planning a Blood War against us. They plan to attack us soon. Lurrin and his family disagree on a few matters...and has brought some details to our attention. He's offered to help us as well...but until we receive some more confirmation on the matter...we will simply thank him for his information and keep an eye on his actions," Jonathan looked to Lurrin, "You understand."
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Post by jamondashwood on Mar 17, 2006 20:34:22 GMT -5
(OOC) color me confused. Are we in the room or outside of it... I lost where we were in the shuffle.
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Post by The Ascendant on Mar 17, 2006 21:00:50 GMT -5
Arik might have laughed if it wouldnt have been inappropriate. Instead, he paused, thought about his words, then queried Lurrin, "I have three questions then. The first, when does your family intend to begin this new feud? Secondly, how many men does your father now have at his command? The last question is perhaps the most important. Why would you come and tell us this information?"
((I am using Sense Motive. 1d20+7 = 24!))
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Post by Phear of Cleopatra on Mar 18, 2006 4:08:43 GMT -5
A twitch of surprise passed through Lurrin's face, but he pushed it aside. He wasn't expecting meeting Arik in here at all. Nothing right now was certain: a part of him wanted to just draw his rapier and run it through his neck, but the other part of him knew it had been his fault for not fighting better at the time. When Arik referred to him as if an old friend, he smirked, reading anything about him he could, trying to figure out what he was trying to do. He nodded thoughtfully when Jonathan explained what he had done, listening carefully the three questions Arik posed him afterwards.
"Soon," his voice sounded half-hoarse. "probably this week. They're in a hurry to shush down the Pretens due to their finantial capabilities and partly due to their... alliances." He smirked once more. "My father has roughly around 40 thugs, or at least that's how many I counted since my return. And I've changed, Arik. It's been a long while but I've changed. A shield crushing your head will do that to ya... Long story made short, I no longer identify myself with my family. I'm above every single person I've met, at least that much I've learnt... well, every single one except for my fiancee." He smiled knowingly at Arik and then turned to Jonathan. Everything in his presence indicated he couldn't give a rat's ass about anyone present in the room, but something else was moving him to do what was right.
"Jonas... I will not be satisfied unless I'm in whatever group you'll assemble to counter this threat. My family will consider me an outcast when they find what I'm doing. I might've changed, but this I wouldn't have done unless I felt like doing a bit more than just tipping you off. That is the case. My sword is iching for my own blood, but I'm not a masochist, so I'll take that from my family. Do you understand?"
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