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Postby rwhen » Mon Dec 30, 2002 12:34 pm

It is Mid-Winter in Highest Earth, the major wars have been fought and the High Elves have disappeared to the Smoke Havens along with most of the Wizards and fairy folk. Peace has reigned for three centuries, causing a lull in the awareness of the inhabitants, but that comfort level is being shaken to it’s core. Something evil this way hath come, in a form like none has ever witnessed before, bringing death and sickness to town after town. Each to their own race, are desperate for answers and healing to those who are failing. All known measures have been taken to no avail, the citizens are dying en mass. Messages go forth across all of Highest Earth, beseeching any and all who have ears to hear, can carry a sword or possess skills that will not only locate the source of this ill, but eliminate it at it’s source and nullify the disastrous effects. Healers are also called for to try to discern the origin and nature of the illness that sweeps the Land. <BR><BR>Ruling powers from all races have sent emissaries to the core of Highest Earth to establish a central place of meeting, a place where training can occur, a place of healing in time of need and a place for strategies to be planned and carried out. This place is <b>Never Winter</b>. Arriving in two’s and three’s, many have answered the call to arms and assistance, only to never been seen again. Applying for aide from the enchanted elf masters, a new skill is given to the High Priestess at <b>Never Winter</b>, who is called Arabeth. This skill will keep the future seekers of this doom from death, by being able to regenerate at the temple located deep within the walls of <b>Never Winter</b> and protection from the fatal illness sweeping the land. <BR><BR>As a new strength builds for retaliation and the elf masters depart, the latest brave warriors, bards, wizards, healers and other nefarious individuals approach the area of the great Hall for admittance and instruction before setting out from <b>Never Winter</b> on the quest of their mortal lives to save the inhabitants of Highest Earth. <BR><BR>Located on the outskirts of <b>Never Winter</b> is the Wayfarers Tavern, a whistle stop on the way to almost anywhere in Highest Earth, a place for refuge from the weather or a place to locate companions for intrigue or trouble. The food is good, the host reliable and the rooms offered at a fair price. On the door of the tavern was tacked the permanent call for help to the <b>Never Winter</b>hold.<BR><BR>Thus begins the first part of the epic tale of <b>Never Winter Nights</b>, a gathering of hero's.....
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Postby rwhen » Mon Dec 30, 2002 2:37 pm

After a hard won, full afternoon battle of wits and much haggling with the Master Herdsman, Fionavar finally fetched a handful of silver in exchange for her tawny mare, Eldarian. Patting her withers and whispering a goodbye in her ear, she purposefully strode from the stable grounds. The trusted mount would not be needed if Fionavar was accepted to the halls of Never Winter, but the silver might just come in handy. Slinging her dearest possession and only friend, an enchanted flute name Croft, in his usual place, over her shoulder and down her back, Fionavar inspected herself for worthiness to join with humans and others at the Wayfarers Inn. Her six inch boot blade was neatly concealed just below the right knee fold and her short blade hung securely at her waist on the left. Her Harpercraft traditional blue short tunic and leggings were travel worn to the tops of her thigh boots and a bit dusty, but, she mentally shrugged, they will have to do for now. <BR><BR>Pushing herself into forward motion, she fingered the silver pieces in her hand and eyed the tavern entrance, an inviting place, with a large main hall and tidy quarters above. Completing the few paces from the side stables to the front door, she immediately caught sight of the tattered notice from Never Winter appealing for assistance to the plague that threatened all of Highest Earth and the reason she was compelled to join in the efforts to end it once and for all. Fionavar, set her face in a determined mien to stave off any unwanted tears from rolling down her face at this inappropriate time. <BR><BR>She had her share of sorrow and loss already to deal with, being the sole survivor of her farmhold family in Kharandene Hollow, all having been claimed by the plague within the past six months. Not that she had seen her family for at least ten turns since being apprenticed at the Harperhall and receiving her Journeyman’s knot just last Awarding night. But this fatal insult to her family was an insult to herself, she could not quell the scream for vengeance that had been awakened in her heart, though the Masters attempted to stop her with many an argument for staying safe at the Harperhall. <BR><BR>Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and was immediately assailed by the aromas of roasting meats, brew and pipe smoke, which wafted lazily in the streams of light shed by the setting sun through the ample front windows. The room was not completely full with visitors and she espied a table towards the rear, that would afford her a clear view of the door and be close enough to the back exit, just in case that was needed. Being a Bard, Fionavar was no stranger to the pub, tavern or inn and she casually offered a smile around the room as she closed the door and easily made her way to her chosen largish table. <BR><BR>“Dear Lady,” came a friendly rumble from the bar, “might you be hungry or just needing to clear a dry throat?” The smallish man with a soiled white apron, rotund center and balding head had quickly closed the distance from the main bar to her table and beamed a bright toothy smile in her direction.<BR><BR>“A tankard of your best brew and a plateful of whatever savory aroma has captured my nose, would be great, kind barman,” replied Fionavar, as she tossed him a quarter silver piece with an infectious smile of her own. As he hustled away, bobbing and nodding his head, she took the time to survey the other patrons in the tavern. To her right, was a table of four, all well dressed in fine silks and they appeared to be engaged in light conversation, allowing their gaze to take in her appearance with furtive glances from the corners of their eyes. She handled them as she would any bluebrows, she ignored them completely.<BR><BR>Directly in front of her were seated two men, tall, cloaked and travel stained deep in hushed conversation. Though she thought they barely noticed her sitting quietly, the one with his back to her suddenly turned and stared for a brief moment as if he felt her eyes upon him, then sensing her to be no threat, returned to his companion or was it his fellow conspirator. Time would tell, she thought as she filed his countenance in the back of her mind. Being a trained Harper and Master Bard, she was in the habit of studying people and keeping track of unusual behaviors, facial marks or mannerisms. One never knew when information like this would be valuable for the telling or the selling.<BR><BR>She slowly wheeled her head around to the corners of the tavern and there was one shadowed figured in each of them. She could not see faces or delineate gender, however the one in the front corner, closest to the door, was the cause of the perfumed pipe smoke trailing on the air throughout the mostly quiet room. There were two ladies of questionable trades sitting attendance at the bar, dressed in seductive fashion and eyeing the bluebrows, vying for attention. Letting her eyes drift pass them with a chuckle, Fionavar never did seem to make friends with their type, but she also did not judge them too harshly, after all, everyone had to eat, didn’t they?<BR><BR>Finally the barman reappeared with a largish plate of food, a basket of fresh baked rolls, savory sweetened breads and an icy tankard of brew. Setting them down neatly complete with utensils, from years of practice the genuine inflection and tone of his voice soothed her into picking up the tankard, “please Lady, enjoy this fine fare and give a shout to me, Cuppers, if you need anything else, eh?” Before she could make her reply, he was scurrying off again into the back of the kitchen.<BR><BR>“That man sure comes and goes so quickly,” she whistled under her breath, enjoying several good mouthfuls of the clear and clean tasting ale he had delivered. As she lifted fork to mouth, the sibilant whisper that she had come to trust and know as her magical flute, Croft, tickled her ear with the words, “pay attention, dearling”. Turning her head to the door as it opened, a newcomer entered the establishment. His look was a bit careless, although handsome as he smoothly sidled up to the bar nodding at the ladies and flashing a practiced smile. Fionvar rolled her eyes at his apparent foolishness. “I will have to watch this one carefully as the night progresses”, she answered back to Croft and began to seriously put her attention on the fine food in front of her, contemplating the adventure that awaited her at Never Winter Hold.<BR>
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Postby The,real,Maeglin » Tue Dec 31, 2002 5:18 am

<i>Walking in the inn the people of this place had called the "Wayfarers inn" Maeglin couldn't help but smile, even in the state the people were here, there was money to find here, to earn...or to grab.</i><BR><BR><i>He gave the people his common smile, he was cloathed in traveling fashion, he had just arrived and his throat was sore. The call for help had reached him, and he knew that people were more than willing to pay for help, so that made him come here.</i><BR><BR><i>He wore his short sword on his back, covered by his cloak, and a small dagger in his leather boots. His bow was wrapped in his blankets, on his horse, hidden for now, because he didn't want to attract to much attention for now. </i><BR><BR>"One ale for me bartender, or make it two i feel like my throat is made of leather". The bartender slightly smiled and gave him his request. <BR><BR><i>With the ale in his hand he looked around, taking every face in his mind, knowing that more people would be here for the same goal.</i>
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Postby drieske » Tue Dec 31, 2002 7:52 am

As the twilight sets in, Robyn finally sees the contours of <b>Never Winter</b> spring to life. A soft tired sigh escapes her throat, not long to go now... her staff firmly in hand, she walks on<BR><BR>Coming upon the outer quarters of the city, she almost staggers, but hardening her resolve, she lifts her chin and heads straight to the inn, whose warm lights are beckoning to come closer.<BR><BR>"'Wayfarers Tavern', how appropriate," she smiles to herself, and then firmly opens the door. Squinting her eyes she halts on the threshold, sweeping her gaze over the people that are gathered there. Robyn throws back her hood and walks towards the bar, waiting patiently untill the barkeeper sets eyes on her. <BR><BR>"Would you be so kind to pour me a glass of red wine my good man?", she asks in a soft voice, "and something to eat as well, bread and cheese will do." She then turns around and tentatively uses her senses to taste the atmosphere...
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Postby Aglanor » Tue Dec 31, 2002 11:11 am

Davian opened his eyes. His head ached, his cheek felt swollen, and his stomach was emptier, than the head of an ogre. He could only vaguely remember the previous days. The different tribes had been gathered for a battle against the Orcs. The opposing army had been larger, than had been expected. If the different tribes had stood alone, they would never have made it. To work together with the Thunderbeast tribe, was taken with grinded teeth, though. The Thunderbeast tribe had never been close to the Grey Wolves, and vice versa. But they cooperated for the good of all Uthgardt tribes. <BR><BR>At the Dessarin River the tribes had gathered for the oncoming battle. The expected a large army. But not one that filled up the horizon. The army consisted of the usual Orcs and Goblins, and occasional bugbear. Ogres, however had not been expected. The army stood on the other side of the river. Arrows were flying from and to both sides, and the armies charged into each other. For Davian this had been the first war he participated in. It was a thrill. He swinged Dusk, and his shield against everything in his path. But then he ran into an ogre. He knew he got hit in the cheek with an axe, but from that point on it got blurry. He look around the tent he was lying in. The tribe’s druid was sitting near his mattress apparently in trance, praying to Uthgar. He knew better than to disturb the head druid in her prayers, so he put his head back down and went to sleep again. He woke a few moments later. The head druid stood over him, looking at his wounds. <BR>“Ah, Davian. I see you’ve woken. That was a nice fight you got into,” she said with a smile.<BR><BR>Davian frowned. “ I can’t seem to recall it at all. What happened?”<BR><BR>“You went completely berserk. Off limits. No one had ever seen someone go into such a rage before. It scared the orcs enough to run away from you. The ogre however stood his ground. He paid a high price for that folly. After killing him, you passed out, I’ve been told. You are not hurt much, but the rage drained your strength, and you have been lying here for three days.”<BR><BR>Davian’s eyes went wide. <i>Three days? He had missed the victory parties then. That was too bad.</i><BR><BR>“Davian, I’ve got a request for you.” He turned his attention back towards the druid. <BR><BR>“I felt a disturbance in the balance of nature. Something’s a miss. I do not know exactly what, but I believe it is happening near Neverwinter. I want you to travel to Neverwinter and aid the city to bring balance again.”<BR><BR><i>Why would she choose me? There are far more experienced men in the tribe, better capable of getting this done.</i> Apparently he had spoken his thoughts aloud.<BR>“Because you could use the experience, and the others have families to think of. I asked your father’s permission. He is okay with it. So if you feel like seeing the world, and helping the city of Neverwinter, this is your chance.”<BR><BR>“I will do as you ask, but how do I get there?” <BR><BR>“There’s a caravan leaving from Easthaven to Neverwinter at Dawn of the next day. There you should go to the Halls of Justice. There they should provide you with further information on who to go to.” You should leave soon for Easthaven to catch the caravan. Hire yourself out there as a caravan’s guard. The Frosted Road is a dangerous road, where caravans are easily robbed by outlaws.”<BR><BR>A few hours later, Davian had eaten dinner, packed his gear and said goodbye to friends and family. He traveled the dark night fast. Running through the woods, guided by intuition and the moonlight he came upon Easthaven before dawn. Many a suspicious eye was cast on him, but he cared nothing for the humans of the Ten Towns. He made his way to the leader of the caravan. “Greetings, good man. I’ve come to hire myself out as a guard for the caravan.”<BR><BR>With a suspicious, cynical look, the man replied. “Another one, eh? Why do you think we need another guard?” <BR><BR>Davian grinned. The man was scrawny and lacked any muscles. And he looked to stupid to be a mage of any quality. “The men you’ve hired are either snoring right now, are out with prostitutes. I’ve run all night. Don’t even start comparing me to a few armored peasants.”<BR><BR>“Okay, North man. You’re on for 100 gold pieces, free rations and rest on one of the carts, when you’re not on active duty. We leave when the sun’s first light rises.”<BR><BR>A day later, the caravan arrived at the borders of the Northern Sword Coast. Two more days of riding would have them at the gates of Neverwinter. Davian had been a successful guard the last day, and the few bandits idiot enough to take on a guy wrapped in a wolf’s skin, with a masterwork sword, quickly found their corpses, laying in the mud, with their guts spilled. Other guards, sat at different fires, after one guard insulted his mother, hoping the youth would be intimidated. The guard in question traveled the rest of the way in a cart, with two broken legs, and his eyes, darker then the night. Few others even talked to him after that, which was fine by him. He preferred the solitude above conversation with mere farmers. At the end of the second day, the leader halted the caravan at an inn on the main road. They were still more than a day’s travel from Neverwinter, and Davian was getting impatient. On his own he’d have traveled faster. He needed the money, though, as within the tribe people help eachother out, and expect being helped in return. Giving gold or silver was considered an insult. An excuse, for not having to help the other person with his problem. But it was known that ‘civilized’ lands had different customs.<BR><BR>Davian walked into the inn, and went to the bartender to arrange a room, a bath, and two dinners. After taking his bath, he went to the common room, and saw a familiar face at one of the tables. He smiled and walked towards the table. <BR>“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Arladion? I didn’t expect to see you here, or I’d have brought a club to pound in your head.”<BR><BR>“Heh. As if you’d get close.”<BR><BR>Both men grinned, and embraced each other.<BR><BR>(OOC: Not the Wayfarer's Tavern yet. Me and Arladion/Exar are still on the move...<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)
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Postby rwhen » Tue Dec 31, 2002 11:29 am

Completing her satisfying meal, Cuppers cleared away the plates as effeciently as ever and brought her a newly filled tankard. She must be careful not too allow the tasty brew to dull her mind, she wanted to make application to Never Winter tonight, not wanting to waste her newly acquired silver pieces for a room here at the Tavern. Fionavar pulled out the now worn and folded copy of the Never Winter plea for help that had circulated through to all holds and halls in Highest Earth and flattened it on the table before her. She began to study it for any further details that might just be a one way ticket into the mysterious Never Winter Hold.<BR><BR>"sssshe likesss treessss" came the familiar sound of Croft in her ear. Jerking her head up again, Fionavar realized she had not seen the latest visitors enter the Tavern. One, cheerfully barked a food order and then in recognition of a friend or foe, settled with him; the second, a man with an almost approachable look about him, was standing at the bar already enjoying an ale and HE caught her interest. He had an air about him of adventurer so surely he must be here to make application, but the Lady who just received the glass of wine was the one Croft referred to. <i>"hmmmmm"</i> thought Fionavar, <i>"she likes trees, Croft is never wrong and certainly she looks harmless enough on first appearances."</i> Knowing that it would be better to curry favor with any other applicants to Never Winter before making her way to that Hall, she quickly made the decision to throw all caution to the wind and raised a friendly hand of beckoning to the Lady as she was herself sizing up the room.<BR><BR>"Please join me, fair Lady. You look as if you have been on the road for quite a while and mayhap your final desination and mine are the same, Never Winter?" The look that was returned was hesitant and for a moment Fionavar thought that the woman would have rather bided in the Tavern keeping her thoughts to her own company, but abruptly a beautiful smile split her face as she reached for a chair.
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Postby Palindrome » Tue Dec 31, 2002 2:01 pm

The dim light of the sun was fading into night when Mina wandered into the city. It was doubtful that anyone noticed, however. She was dressed very plainly in an oversized dark brown tunic and leggings that were, though a much lighter color, also brown. The large, floppy old boots on her feet made it difficult to walk, and she leaned heavily upon her walking stick. She was a very young girl, perhaps in early teens, if even that, and was considerably smaller then the general population. The only thing that really stood out about her was her hair. It was fiery red, and was also insanely messy. It seemed someone had tried to pull some of it back into a braid, with little success. <BR><BR>She wandered around the city for a little while, dark green eyes absorbing everything around her, until she came to an inn. Warm light spilled out into the street, and a confused jumble of voices could be heard from inside. She took a few steps back, squinting at the sign.<BR>"Wayfarers Tavern," she read out loud, nodding with approval. This was the place. Just to make sure, she stepped the closer to examine the notice on the front door. Once again, she nodded. She had heard about the call for help not too long ago, and had made up her mind that instant to answer it. And those who knew Mina knew that once she made up her mind, few things could change it, and logic wasn't one of them. She was a young, scrawny little kid, but plague had taken the life of her older brother. To just stay at home and do nothing was a terrible insult to her brother's memory. <BR><BR>Grinning with a new found determination (brought on by simply being able to find the place without getting too lost, which was quite an accomplishment for her), Mina walked into the inn. She stood silently for a moment, watching a group of people enjoying a hot meal. Her stomach ached with hunger, and she reached over to her money pouch, hopping she had missed something. Empty. As always. Sighing with disappointment, her climbed into a chair at a nearby table, resting her head down. She was exhausted.
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Postby Exar_Kun » Tue Dec 31, 2002 8:22 pm

<i>“Davian! My big cousin! Wow I didn’t expect to see you here, of all places!<BR>What are you doing due south?”</i><BR>Before the answer came he embraced his cousin and shook his broad hand firmly.<BR><i>“I’m glad you are here, it has been some time since I’ve seen people from the north here” he said when he hung his head down. “You must wonder why I look so very worn out…”</i><BR><BR><i>“Have a seat at my table.”</i><BR>When Davian sat down, Arladion ordered some of the finest ale to his table.<BR><i>“It’s been some time since I’ve talked to you, and I don’t recall if you’ve heard that my folks and me moved to mum’s former village. So I live among Humans now, it’s a big change for sure!<BR>Humans are far more adventurous, and I’ve really noticed this among my friends. Even though I came quite late in my new home village, I’ve made some good friends and we were really tight. They liked to go on quests too, and me being the youngest couldn’t say no of course. Oh I wish it would’ve been otherwise, and I could’ve stopped them. The six of us took our horses and rode off to the east, hoping to find a treasure and kill a few straying Orcs…<BR>And we found them too, four of them actually. Now not all of us were very skilled with a weapon. We taught each other a few things with the sword, but they didn’t match my skill by far. I took out two of ‘em, and the other two were killed by my five friends. Gelmir got hurt though, so I set my trust on my ranger knowledge of plants, which is quite limited, and tried to find a few herbs to get the wound on his arm healed.<BR>But I came back to find my group with the horses slain and ripped of their valuable items. Those Orcs we killed were scouts of a much larger band of Orcs, and they passed not a long distance behind the scouts. So when my friends were resting on a small hill, the Orcs met them and showed no mercy. They never stood a chance…”</i><BR>Saying these last words affected Arladion and it was shown in his eyes by the light glimmer of tears. A comforting hand rested on his shoulder, and Arladion shook his light watery eyes away.<BR><BR>Arladion continued, <i>”The distance to our village by the way a bird flies is not very great, but it consists of a dense forest, which I could not pass alone. So I had to take the long way around, and hoped to find an Inn on the main road. The “Trashing Tauren” seemed like a good place for some food. I hadn’t had any food for 3 days, so I could definitely use a good meal. That’s how I stranded out here; it will be tough to tell the families what happened.<BR>And now you, my great role model, surprisingly show up as if the great gods are with me on these dark days.<BR>So please, tell me what brought you here Davian, and order some drinks on me when you feel like it, if you are still the appreciator of good drinks that I remember you were.”</i><BR>After saying this he put his bow and two blades in the blanket they laid on, for he had not finished packing them when taking them off.
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Wed Jan 01, 2003 4:38 am

She glided through Calimport's oppressive heat, moving as if always cloaked in shadows, though the place had few, and as if even the ever present dust could not touch her. The bazaar was crowded, with yelling merchants and customers bargaining for every copper piece. Thieves were positioning themselves in all the busiest places, where they might cut a purse string without being noticed, or if they were discovered, where they could melt away into the crowd there. Alayna noted the thieves clearly. She could tell with barely a glance who was here to shop, and who was there to steal, and she did not avoid the latter group. She set her course to walk past every single thief she could find, and she had pushed back one side of her well-stitched traveling cloak, revealing her purse, and also, the pair of rapiers that safeguarded it. The blades were her weapons, almost an extension of her person, and any who dared to move against her would be doing so at great personal risk.<BR><BR>Yet, she noted silently, there were still men and women who were jealous of her position. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw three figures heading her way, attempting to bring her into a dark alley of some sort. She sighed, but decided to play along with their games. Most would know that to move against her was to move against her teacher, but these three fools apparently did not know. As she followed their direction, Alayna allowed herself to be cut off by them, and also to be trapped at a juncture where she appeared harmless, in short, her back against a wall.<BR><BR>Seeing them approach, Alayna went down on her knees in a spin, completing a semicircle and whipping her swords straight out, driving two of the men back. The assassin brought her lead foot under her, coming up and about, batting the third rogue's blade high and lunging forward, gutting the fool. Alayna rushed forward, tearing her blades free of the body as she passed, then cutting right around, using the falling man as a shield from the other two. She angled one rapier in the path of a thrusting sword, catching the top of the weapon with the rapier's upturned hilt just above her fingers. A flick of Alayna's deceptively delicate wrist snapped the head off the man's sword, and the assassin quick-stepped alongside the broken blade and thrust the tip of her second rapier into the brute's chest.<BR>"Lousy steel," She commented, as the man fell to the floor.<BR>For the last man, Alayna decided to try out new maneuver, something she had never done before. Carefully angling her blades, the assassin began to spin them around, cutting from all heights and angles. The man, to his credit, managed to block one of the thrusts. The next one took him out.<BR><BR>Shaking her head, Alayna left the alley, continuing her route to her teacher's house. Knocking on the door, and raising a hand to dismiss his coming question, she said, <BR>"I was delayed by a threesome, who seemed to think that I am easy prey."<BR>The man at the door, known as Elaith to all, nodded and motioned for her to enter. Comfortably seating herself on a nearby chair, she waited for him to speak. Elaith waited for a moment, eying his student. She had a heart shaped face, set with angular features. Her eyes were a clear, vibrant green, but shadowed over by heavy lids and long, thick lashes, they darken to brown. However, they showed no sparkle and were lifeless, devoid of any hint of compassion or humanity, marking her as an instrument of death, with no space for anything else. He sat down across her, raising a hand to brush the gold streaked brown locks from her eyes.<BR><BR>"I know that you are young, I know you wish to prove yourself in true battle. I have heard tales, that heroes of all kinds are requested for at Never Winter, a place near the Sword Coast. It would be indeed a test for you, my student, for the quest will not be easy. It is a test of your willpower more than anything else, and I have been requested by higher powers to go, but I have decided to send you in my place. I am getting too old for such escapades. But if I was ten years younger, I would be the first to try out for a chance to win so much respect from my peers." He paused, looking to her for a reaction.<BR>"But why send me? You have trained so many, what am I to you but another student?"<BR>"Maybe it is because you have so much strength within you, and because you have the most potential I have ever seen in my thirty years of teaching. But most importantly, it is because you are a daughter to me, and that I know I would regret it if I decide not to send you. Now, pack your belongings, because you have a ship waiting to bring you to Never Winter."<BR><BR>Alayna ran up the stairs, a tattoo of boots on wood, and immediately began to choose what was important and what was not. The dress she was wearing would have to do for the first leg of the journey, sleeveless, and of a forest green, with many slits for freedom of movement. Taking a scarf of the same color to tie back the wayward lengths, she brought only a few change of clothes and the traveling cloak. Most importantly, she carried her rapiers, one bouncing on each hip.<BR><BR>As she left, Elaith sighed, regretting that he was forced to send her on such a treacherous mission.<BR><BR>Alayna soon found her way to the port, and boarded a ship named the Elfmaid. The crew gave her interested glances, as if they wished to know what a lady like herself was doing, sailing on board this ship. A simple brush of her hand revealed her weapons, and they unconsciously turned away. The assassin turned to the captain, a man in his late thirties.<BR>"Might I enquire where I am suppose to stay throughout this trip?"<BR>"Milady, there's another cabin further down. Come, allow me to show you." He reached for her hand, a gesture Alayna did not accept, and led her to a cabin which had considerable space.<BR>"Do we leave now?"<BR>"Yes, of course. This is the fastest ship in Calimport. We'll be getting you there in about a week, maybe earlier, if the gods wish."<BR>"Indeed. Now set sail, for I do not wish to be delayed by useless chatter."<BR>Calmly, she pushed him out of the door, and sat on the hard bed she was now given. However, one question still remained in her head. <i>What am I going to do in Never Winter?</i> Elaith had told her the answer, but not all of it, Alayna knew.
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Postby The,real,Maeglin » Wed Jan 01, 2003 12:45 pm

<i>Slowly removing the cap of his cloak, Maeglin revealed dark brown hair, bound together in a long braid.</i><i>He always hated it when his hair would fall before his eyes,especially when being on an "errand", and it was a fashion he gladly took over from the elves,it was uncommon with the humans, but with all the travellers, adventurers and other people gathered around in Neverwinter it would not attract to much attention.</i><i><BR><BR>And attention was indeed just the thing he didn't wanted to attract. Therefore he kept on his black , long sleeves shirt, even though it was warm inside the inn. On the palm of his hand he had the marks of a person who was sentenced to death marked.</i><i>The thought of that turned his face grimson for a moment, but immediatly he shook the bad memory off.</i><BR><BR><i>Narrowing his eyes and continuing his examination of his surroundings he meanwhile emptied his first glass, when his eyes fell on the Bard who seemingly saw an old friend and asked her on her table.He decided that if he wanted to know more about the money involved with the quest, he should seek company of the bard woman.He wasn't quite sure what the profession of the other woman was but he hoped to find out soon.</i><BR><BR><i>In his travels and hiding from people who would have liked nothing else than seeing him hanged, he had learned to value the company of a bard, they were amongst the well informed people around, making from gathering information their money.</i><BR><BR><i>With his cloack nonchalant on his arm and the beer in his left hand, he approached the table with the two ladies. Making a small bow to both of them he introduced himself.</i>"Greetings fair ladies, i am Maeglin and i was wondering if this seat was taken?"
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Postby Aglanor » Wed Jan 01, 2003 3:23 pm

Davian looked at his nephew. The friends he had lost seemed to cut deep into Arladion. “I’m sorry to hear about that, Arladion. It’s unfortunate things like that happen.” <BR><BR>The waitress came to their table and put Davian’s dinner down. If he had known the meals were this large, he’d not have ordered two. But his stomach was still growling, so he was eating both dishes to the last crumb.<BR><BR>“So, Dav, what’s new in the North?”<BR><BR>“Well, a month ago, a runner came from the Black Raven Tribe, with a message to the tribesleader. Orcs and goblins were gathering in the east, and were heading our way. The Black Ravens called all tribes, even those who have strayed from worshipping Uthgar. We would meet at the Dessarin river. I have seen skirmishes of tribes and Orcs as you have. But nothing as gigantic like this. The fields roamed with barbarians, rangers and druids on the one side, and orcs, goblins and Ogres on the other. In the end we won with heavy casualties, our tribe having not as much as others luckily. We stood at the right flank, where only a few goblin tribes were standing. After that we turned to the left side of the orc army, plunging into their flanks. There I came upon an ogre, who delivered me this scare beneath my eye. I went completely berserk, and thanked the ogre for the scar, by chopping his head off. He went all quiet on me, so I presume he liked it.” He grinned towards Arladion, who smiled. <BR><BR>“Anyway, afterwards, I fainted, and woke up three days later.”<BR><BR>“Come again? Three days, you said?”<BR><BR>“Uh-huh. Three days. All celebrations had died down by then.”<BR><BR>He continued his meal after that while, Arladion looked at the performer on the inn’s stage. A young girl, of about 17 years old, was singing, with a golden voice. Her lute was on her lap, and sometimes used to put more feeling on the lyrics. <BR><BR>After 5 minutes, the song was done, and Arladion turned back to Davian. “So where are you going now? Why have you left the tribe’s grounds?”<BR><BR>“The head druid, gave me a mission. There’s something going on in Neverwinter, which she wanted me to figure out. I was the oldest in the tribe who hasn’t seen the world yet. And traveling is part of the ritual to become a full member of the tribe. So I was the only candidate.”<BR><BR>“So what’s going on in Neverwinter then?”<BR><BR>“ She did not know. It is distorting the balance, though. Feel like traveling with me?”<BR><BR>The girl started another song. <b>The dawning of Men’s Bane</b>. <i>How terribly appropriate….</i>
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Postby Exar_Kun » Wed Jan 01, 2003 5:35 pm

Arladion thought for a moment, and then said <i>“I know your Head druid is good, very good. She has a very strong sense of nature. If she feels that there is a distortion in nature, it must be very serious.”</i> He stroked his hand through his hair, and then put his fingers to his forehead.<BR><i>”I’m have sort of a dilemma here now. I would gladly go with you, and do my very best for this mission, but I also have the responsibility of informing the families of my friends what happened to them. I feel guilty that I am the only one still alive, and I am actually quite scared that they will blame me, even though I know that there is nothing that I could’ve done to prevent this, but I am beginning to doubt this.”</i><BR><BR>Davian looked at him and said <i>”Look in my eyes, there is absolutely nóthing that you could have done, believe me! These things happen in our lives, and we can’t change anything about that. I myself have lost many good brethren in that battle, but I am still going on this mission.”</i><BR>This cheered Arladion up, and he felt strength and hope flowing through his body again.<BR><i>”Many thanks cousin, I must make up my mind on this.”<BR><BR>“Do hurry Arlad, the caravan leaves early in the morning. Maybe this helps you in making your decision: I’ve seen a message runner here, he came our way us, so I presume his direction is north. He is also staying here till tomorrow, for I saw him taking a room. Your place is not far from the main road, am I right? So you could give him a message, to be delivered to these families. But I leave it to you, maybe you wish to tell them personally. I don’t think you’ll have time to catch up with me if you get back home, they will want to hold you there for the ceremonies I presume. And as you said, this will most likely be a very important mission, and I could use a good bowman, I also know I’ve taught you the swords well.”</i><BR><BR>This shed new light on the matter for Arladion, and he got a slight feeling that it was meant for him to go with Davian. But still, it might seem cowardice to send a letter and avoid them personally. But this mission really did seem important, and he could miss out on something great, a <u>real</u> quest for once in his life.<BR><i>”I shall see what the morning sun has in store for me, and you shall know my decision by sunset. You will definitely see me tomorrow, either for goodbyes, or to walk along side you…<BR>I must go now, sleep well.”</i><BR>Arladion paid for the drinks and the food, and went upstairs, to think about the decision he would have to make the next morning.<BR><BR>As the sun set, Arladion found Davian all geared up next to the caravan.<BR><i>”Cousin, your ehm.. speech last night was convincing enough, along with that comes a gut feeling that this mission is more important than we both know now. So I will be walking along side you on the road, maybe pounding on a few foolish raiders, if the nights are fortunate.”</i><BR><BR><i>”Alright! That’s the Arladion I know!”</i><BR>And a firm hand smashed on Arladion’s shoulder. They both laughed as the caravan moved on.<BR>
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Wed Jan 01, 2003 11:59 pm

It was difficult to fall asleep, especially aboard a rocking ship. And to make matters worse, after she managed to shut her eyes, the sound of footfalls outside her cabin woke her up. Fingers instinctively reaching for her rapiers which had been placed on the bedside table, she snatched them up, immediately on the alert for any signs of being set upon in the dark. Living so long in the dark streets of Calimport had that kind of effects on a girl, and she jumped up, even though only clad in a shift. The blades flew out of their respective sheaths, reflecting the moonlight that shone in from the window. She breathed hard, unable to distinguish the shape of the intruder in the dark. Blinking a few times to help her eyes adjust, and finally able to pick out the rough outline of a man. Even more nervous now, and growing increasingly aware of her current outfit, she took the initiative to attack him first.<BR><BR>Her blades easily came to rest beside his neck, angled to that the slightest movement on his part out sever his artery, which would in turn lead to his windpipe being flooded.<BR>"Speak your business here, or I might decide to take your live now." Her tone was cold, and the man had no doubts.<BR>"Milady, all I came to do was to bring you a fresh basin of water, nothing else! And also your breakfast."<BR>"Indeed." Her tone was skeptical, and she clearly was not interested in hearing whatever hide-saving tales he might have worked up.<BR>"No, I'm telling the truth! And also, the captain says that we should be in Port Llast by tomorrow, where you will then be able to buy yourself a horse, and travel to Neverwinter."<BR>"Tell me more about Neverwinter."<BR>"It's a city like any other you'll find around the place, except that it would be far cooler than anything you have experianced so far."<BR>"Do you know why an assassin would be sent to that place?"<BR>"I've heard tales that the place is looking for a bunch of people, any kind, supposedly to save this world."<BR>"Thank you then. Would you be willing to leave me now?"<BR><BR>After he left, Alayna pondered over what knowledge she had gathered about Neverwinter. Her clothes were tailored for Calimport's heat, but definitely not for the colder weather up north. She would have to take some silver out of her purse to get herself better outfitted once she reached Port Llast, she noted, for how else would she be able to fully enjoy this trip up north?<BR><BR>The next morning, when she entered the deck of the ship, the captain greeted her fervently, telling Alayna that they would be in Port Llast by the afternoon. He seemed to be extremely pleased with the news, something Alayna could hardly blame him for. After all, it wasn't exactly easy to sail a ship with an assassin on board, especially one that had decided to threaten one of his sailors with death the day before because he crept up on her in the middle of the night. She bit back a wry grin, knowing that he would be delighted to see her descend the plank, and to finish whatever accursed job she was sent to do. <BR><BR>About three hours later, the man in the crownest shouted out that he had seen land, and Alayna heaved an audible sigh of relief. Her trip at sea had been an experience she wished to forget, and now, in her cabin clearing up her belongings, she almost regretted that she had spent most of her time in the small hole instead of enjoying the sights and sounds of the sea. Now, fully packed, she exited her cabin for the last time and walked down the plank to the roads below.<BR><BR>Her vision swam, and Alayna felt her legs about to give way under her. Grasping a rail for support, she retched out whatever she had eaten before, then proceeded to head for the nearest inn, where she demanded the best room the place had to offer, and silencing the innkeeper with a constant stream of coins which were copper. The man had agreed, and Alayna had decided to take a proper bath before heading to catch up on her sleep.<BR>
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Postby drieske » Thu Jan 02, 2003 9:05 am

Lost in her thoughts, Robyn is taken by surprise by the softly spoken words of the woman sitting at a table nearby. Being on the road on her own for so long had made her unaccustomed to the company of others, but then the warmth behind the stranger’s voice radiates out to her and she smiles gratefully. Putting the glass of wine on her plate, she carries them over to the table, her quarterstaff in her other hand. She then sits down, her staff at hand in the corner of the room, introducing herself.<BR><BR>“Hello, thank you kindly for inviting me, the name is Robyn, pleased to meet you”, she says, “and indeed, the Never Winter Hold is my goal”, a worried expression chasing away her smile. “I only stopped here for some food and rest, and then I’m planning to go there as quickly as possible. There seems to be not another day to waste, the tidings are too grave for that”. She shrugs off her cape, loosens the leather thong from her hair and quickly reties the long tresses. “And may I enquire who you are my Lady? The lute tells me your profession I guess, but not what brought you here”. <BR><BR>Startled by yet another voice, she looks up to see a man standing at their table, enquiring after the third free chair. His appearance is fair, though his eyes are guarded, tension clear in his features. Deciding that where there’s place for meeting one new person, there’s also place for two, she makes an inviting gesture for him to sit down. Looking at her female companion, she smiles at the small nod of approval she's being given.<BR>
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Postby rwhen » Thu Jan 02, 2003 12:52 pm

“Lady Robyn, my name is Fionavar, ” Fionavar bowed her head keeping her eyes gently on the newcomer as was the custom in Highest Earth and then continued with the well known litany “it is an honor to have you break bread with me.” The robed woman sat down with her plate of food and drink while asking some questions that required thought as to how to reply. While her inquiries seemed polite, she wore a serious expression about her eyes and something chided inside to be wary of all until she herself had a more grounded footing in Never Winter.<BR><BR>“Yes Lady, the goal of all assembled in this tavern tonight are most likely the same with some personal tragedy tied to each of us, though some are merely coinage lovers at heart, anyone with the will to live through the rest of this turn has an interest in defeating the perils awaiting Highest Earth. My own reasons for being here, now,” she said, pointing to the floor, “are personally motivated to revenge family death, as with many others,” Fionavar casually replied, sipping her brew and looking over the tankard to see how this general answer was received. Sensing no breaks in the facial expression of her companion at the dining table, she smoothly went on. “This,” she offered, as she pulled her flute from her back over her head and held the instrument between her hands lovingly, “is Croft, my flute that I handcrafted at the Harpercrafthall in my apprenticeship.” Seeing the upraised eyebrows of the Lady and to forestall further questions that she was not ready to answer about the magical abilities of her instrument, she sheepishly added, “I know it must seem silly to anyone not Harpercraft trained to think that someone names their toys,” she remarked while rolling her eyes in apparent mockery at her own words, “I hope it does not seem too foolish to you,” this was a statement rather than a question. “How are you enjoying your food?” Fionavar asked, hoping to change the subject quickly. Noticing that the Lady with the beautiful smile was not convinced of her answers she was certain to get questioned further, but before she could offer a rebuttal, a man approached the table bowing in their direction. <BR><BR>Re-shouldering her flute with an affirmative nod to the Lady who motioned him to join them, Fionavar’s quick eye caught a brief glimpse of an odd scar or tattoo on the man’s palm. <i>”Well,” she thought, “that could be there for any number of a hundred reasons,”</i> but she determined in her mind to remember this incase money was to be had in the future for just this such information. The man was handsome as he, carefully taking the offered seat, gave them a welcome in the fashion they were both accustomed to. Fionavar decided that she was not certain if she trusted this man, there was something unusually familiar about him, then she had it… <i>He reminds me of…….me!!</i>,she laughed to herself, and then shook her head in a personal chastisement of making snap judgements on people she hardly knew, no reason to get the drizzles yet.<BR><BR>“Hail and well met,” greeted Fionavar with the familiar bow of the head, “this is the Lady Robyn and I am Fionavar of the Harperhall, a Bard by trade. Mayhap you recognized my hall affiliation by my colors,” again, this was a statement, not a question, knowing full well that he had. “I will make petition to Never Winter on this very night. I was just about to inquire more of the Lady Robyn and what brings her to the Wayfarers Tavern this evening, but, if you would not consider it an intrusion of privacy, what might be your business in the realm, and more importantly, at this table?” Fionavar tilted her head to the Lady Robyn and winked in a conspiritorial fashion that she hoped indicated her willingness to offer trust though they had just met and she knew virtually nothing about the Lady sitting across from her, however, she simply nodded her agreement. <BR><BR>Both women sat back a little in their seats awaiting what they hoped would be a suitable reply. <BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Amarie » Fri Jan 03, 2003 3:16 am

The stench of ale was strong coming from the man who had bumped into her. She narrowed her eyes at him, then reverted her attention back to the structure before her. Wayfarers Tavern, that was its name. The tongue was still strange to her, despite her years of speaking it among other Highest Earth traders with whom her people had dealings with. Suddenly, her will o' wisp began buzzing back and forth in front of her, its flame brighter than usual. <BR><BR>"Tenar!" She heard a cheery, booming voice call out to her. She laughed when she saw a heavyset, gray-bearded man jogging towards her. He shook her hand ecstatically. "What brings you here? How is your father? Is he well?"<BR><BR>"Dai, alas! You are not much altered. I thought marriage might have sombered you." Tenar winked at him. <BR><BR>"You do not see me carrying a flask, do you?" Dairuin grinned mischievously. "The wife is with child, as you well know. I could not make my usual trip to Asu'a." He stepped back and studied her garb and her staff carefully. She could well see that his mood had changed when he met her gaze once again. Dairuin's tone was brisk and cold as he spoke to her. "You are one of the Kyar now, I see. You are attired as such. I am guessing you are armed and marked as they are, too?"<BR><BR>Tenar nodded. "Never Winter is my destination."<BR><BR>"Such a pity and a shame! How could Tarar have allowed this?" The man was clearly upset. "You do not belong with them! You are much too gentle a soul." He shuddered. "These are troubled times indeed, and I have heard about the deaths of many of the Narannin. But I did not think Tarar would have his only daughter sent so far away from home!"<BR><BR>"It was not his choice." <BR><BR>Dairuin looked at her inquiringly. Her will o' wisp's flame had diminished now as it hovered above the tip of her marble black staff. Tenar spoke softly, but with brevity and conviction in her tone. "Ada had spoken."<BR><BR>"That old hag." He spat on the ground. "What would she know? I doubt now the truth in her prophecies."<BR><BR>"I have nothing against the Kyar, Tenar." Dairuin smiled weakly. "You were meant for for everything else, but not the ways of your warrior class. So, I grieve. Farewell and may we meet yet again." <BR><BR>After the old trader left her, she realized that she was famished. She quickly proceeded inside and found an empty table by one of the windows. After she had asked for a bowl of soup, some bread and a tall glass of water, Tenar looked out the tavern through the glass, not noticing the rest of the patrons. Her wisp settled comfortably on the windowsill. <BR><BR>
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Fri Jan 03, 2003 6:05 am

She awoke just before dawn, her brown hair messier than the day before, and herself well-rested. The inn might have been dirty and grimy below, she reflected, but this room, apparently rarely used, was in a considerably better condition than any of the other rooms this place had to offer. And, the supply of coins she had received from her teacher would be useful, in the coming days, especially with her having to use coins to get whatever she wished. As she locked the door of her room behind her, leaving nearly weaponless, for her twin swords were left behind, due to the knowledge that there was no ruffian who would bother her at this time of the morning, when businesses would be starting soon, and the town was beginning to come alive.<BR><BR>Rose-red streaks vied with saffron and purple to light the sky. A fine sunrise, presaging a fine day, or so she believed. Alayna chose a seat on the railing on which she had gripped for support the day before, simply watching the beauty of the sunrise, so simple and pure, unlike the life she was so used to. In what seemed to the young assassin as a moment, the shop she had been waiting outside opened its shutters. She decided to give herself a few minutes before entering, hardly wishing to call attention to herself, for many would be wondering what a pickle jars would be doing so far north.<BR><BR>She entered the shop, a small bell tinkling behind her. A woman, apparently in her late thirties, opened the door and greeted her warmly, seeing that this lass had plenty of coin to spend. Hardly wasting time on pleasantries, Alayna cut through the woman's comment on the day's supposedly excellent weather.<BR>"Pardon me for interrupting, but I am in a hurry to get to Neverwinter soon, for I have important business there."<BR>"All right then milady, what would you wish from my humble shop?"<BR>"Neverwinter is a cold town, is it not?"<BR>"Not exactly, for it is slightly warmer than Port Llast. I would have thought you had already known that, what with you being here on business." There was a slight emphasis placed on the word business, something that Alayna took offence at.<BR>"My business is my own. Now may we get back to the task at hand, instead of wasting time on idle chatter? What clothes would be needed for a journey there?"<BR>"I would recommend a simple robe, which would provide you cover from the chill, but easily removed when necessary."<BR>"How much?"<BR>"Maybe, a silver coin?"<BR>"All right. I would prefer one in the shade as the dress I am wearing."<BR>"No problem, miss-?"<BR>"My name is my own. I would like it as soon as possible."<BR>A few minutes later, she had already worn the robe over the dress, and had headed out into the streets again, this time to look for a horse. Never one to waste time in useless haggling, she was soon the owner of a stallion that was a highly trained destrier, which only further lightened her purse. Not that she bothered, for she had another one lying upstairs in the inn.<BR><BR>From there, she collected her belongings and rode off in the direction of Neverwinter, hoping to cover the journey over a stretch of two days at most. She nudged the horse forward, keeping it at a regular trot, never stopping until night fell, where she tethered the animal to a nearby tree, and made herself as comfortable as one could be on the ground. The next day passed in the same pattern, Alayna unwilling to let any time go to waste. This day though, had a few of its own surprises thrown into the otherwise dreary ride, for a bunch of highwaymen, seeing a lone woman traveling alone easy prey, had decided to demand from her all her money. She did not react to the demands, and instead drew her weapons to be rid of these brigands who had clearly nothing better to do than to confront innocent travelers with the threat of death. They simply did not deserve to do such things, even a first-year guild member in Calimport would have little difficulty dispatching them, or so she thought.<BR><BR>As she neared Neverwinter, she had asked a few men for directions to the Wayfarer's Tavern, which they gave with their mockeries, saying that she was too young to consort with the rough and tumble crowd there, and that she would be better off staying at home and doing something else, like needlework. She fixed a glare upon him, letting him know that he was walking on the edge of a knife, and that she would take pleasure in getting rid of him. He returned it, but was unable to hold her gaze. Muttering something about foolish girls and how they had changed in his time, he exited the scene, saying that he had a wife who was a proper lady to take care of at home. She rolled her eyes and resumed her strides, finally reaching the tavern which she seeked.<BR><BR>Looking at the notice pasted outside the inn, she knew that she had chosen the right place. Entering the busy hall, where an innkeeper was trying to be in dozens of places at once. Choosing a seat at the very corner of the place, but angling herself so that she was able to hear each and every conversation that went on, she raised her hand to signal the innkeeper.<BR>"Sir, give me a glass of water, nothing stronger, and a whatever specialties you might have in your house today." Her hand reached into the purse, pulling out with it a silver coin. <BR>"Is this enough for the meal?"<BR>"Indeed. The house specialties you say? Would you be wanting change."<BR>"No. Keep the rest."<BR>The man nodded and disappeared, presumably to get the food. She leaned back, an almost casual movement, and observed the various patrons. There was a lady all dressed in black near her, about a few tables away. A warrior perhaps, another interested party in this fascinating quest? Farther away, she noticed a strange gathering of people, who appeared to have never seen each other before, but had decided to share a table. Shrugging it off, she turned her attention to a troupe of sellswords who were attempting to flirt with the two painted ladies at the bar, who in turn had their eyes on a bunch of rich boys.<BR><BR>At that moment, it appeared that one of the sellswords had got the idea into his flea-brained skull that she was here for other kinds of business, which she clarified by tapping the unsheathed rapier against his legs. He immediately moved away from her as if she was a snake, a reaction she enjoyed. All too soon, her food had arrived, and she sat down to enjoy the first proper meal in all her traveling so far. The ship's food was disgusting, and she was in too much of a hurry to eat anything at the other inn besides a few buns and a slice of meat. Enjoying the feel of the hot stew flowing into her stomach, she leaned even further back, appearing to nearly blend into the shadows. The rest of the food followed, and she finished off her meal with the glass of water. Most satisfying, in her own opinion.<BR>
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Postby Palindrome » Fri Jan 03, 2003 7:46 am

Mina jumped suddenly, woken by the sound of voices. Or so it made seemed at first. Looking back on it, it wasn't so much the sound, it was the feeling she got in the pit of her stomach to hear it. A nervous, shaking feeling. Pushing it aside, she yawned hugely, stretching her arms foreword.<BR>'Must have dozed off,' she though groggily, pushing her hair out of her eyes before coming a little more awake. She frowned, mentally scolding herself.<BR>'Stupid, I can't fall asleep now; I might miss something! There should be other people that want to do something about this weird sickness, and they might have left without me!'<BR>She stood up, twisting and straining her neck to see through to crowd, searching for a group that may have gathered or something. Sighing with frustration, she walked over to the nearest person to her, Fionavar, and poked her hard in the back to get her attention.<BR>"Hey miss, d'ya know anything about a meeting that's supposed to be here? About the illness and all the other weird stuff that's been going on? I was told to come here, but to be honest, I really don't have a clue what to do now."
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Postby The,real,Maeglin » Fri Jan 03, 2003 9:15 am

<i>Maeglin bowed in return when he got introduced to Fionavar and Robyn. </i>"Hail and well met noble ladies, so it seems we are all here for the same business?<BR><i>His eyes were checking both woman , going from one to another, trying to see how far he was right.</i><BR><BR>"My business, is here i was hoping Fionavar, I heard about the fair Paladin Aribeth seeking council in every person she can find to aid her with the disease. I was hoping that she would be willing to offer some gold for that". <i>Again his eyes flickered to both woman, this time Robyn flinched, apperently he had guessed right that they had come for the same goal, Fionavar however returned his questionable look with a smile.</i><BR><BR>"That might very well be Master Maeglin"she said. "I think it is worth for her more than some gold to save her city."<BR><BR>This time Robyn spoke, softly but the tone of sarcasme was there "Indeed she will have, there are always people who tend to make money out of the deaths of others, so feel assured there is enough for you to make here in this city."<i>After she had spoken she returned to sit normal on her chair, caught by emotion she had risen a little, and a wry smile came back on her face, still her eyes flickered with anger cause of his words. </i><BR><BR>"Fair enough noble druid, thou might be satisfied with what nature offers, for me money is the only way to survive in this city, so don't be to quick to judge others please, but let us not get in conflict now, I am not here to justify my ways but to find out where and how I will get reports of the upcomming quest, might you know something about it then please tell."<BR><BR><i>He than saw a woman entering the Taverne, and he immdiatly recognised she was not from here and for certain an adventurer, but before he could examine her closer Mina came to their table and encountered Fionavar</i>
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Postby rwhen » Fri Jan 03, 2003 1:12 pm

Sitting a bit back in her chair, Fionavar decided she liked this man, though he obviously was a bit of a rogue and trouble maker, there was something around the eyes that definately showed a hidden humor that rarely bubbled forward to the surface and that was fine with her, much better than the cackling women of the evening at the bar, or the boastful bluebrows roaring with laughter at the next table, which made her harper sensitive ears hurt, just when she wanted to miss nothing this evening. She returned her attention to the man at the table, who was still looking at her with the expectation of answers written on his face.<BR><BR>"Master Maeglin, I myself am just arrived this day and only have what information is printed on this," she held out the Never Winter notice without releasing it as his hand reached forward to snatch it from her, "request for assistance. However, it does say here," she continued slowly, and indicated the place she wished his eyes to follow by pointing to the fine print at the bottom, "to report to the Halls of Justice any time of the day or night at the Never Winter Hold, for further instructions." <BR><BR>Noticing that his attention was drawn away by a woman sitting at a nearby table while she was speaking, she refolded the bulletin and neatly stowed it away in her boot top, adding a sarcastic comment to the side of his turned head, "if you need to know more, maybe the little lady you are eyeballing so hard will help you." Smiling a false grin, she started to turn as ask the Druid politely to speak of herself, when she felt a sharp poke into her back, causing her short fuse to burn quickly. Spinning in her seat, she looked up into the face of a young lady with the deepest green eyes and most full head of red matted hair she had ever seen. <BR><BR>Her instinct was to retaliate with the tip of her short blade, which her fingers had already curled around the hilt of behind her right knee, but upon closer inspection she could see the terrible hunger written in her pale expression and starving eyes. Still not happy with the jab to her person, in the Harperhall touching another was a gross violation of personal space that was not tolerated by anyone, she recovered by saying, "by the seven hells, do I look like the information station? Sit down child and start in on this plate of food. When you are finished with that, we will fetch you another," Fionavar offered more kindly, as the girl snatched some breads to her mouth and began ravenously eating.<BR><BR>Looking up to the other two who had joined her, she shrugged her shoulders as if in helplessness, which Fionvar was never helpless and stood up with a bow to find Cuppers and make another order for more food and drink. She was sure this Maeglin person would be gone by the time she got back and she most definately wanted to know more of the Druid.
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Postby Exar_Kun » Fri Jan 03, 2003 3:05 pm

As the evening fell on them, the caravan of merchants and other tribesmen were far from tiredness and they kept a steady pace. Lunch was consumed while walking, for they intended to cover as much ground as possible before nightfall. Arladion wasn’t even sure if they intended to stop at night. It didn’t matter that much to him, he had to stay up for a great deal of hours at night as a guard, so doing that sitting or walking did not make that much difference. At least he had the great company of Davian, and they hadn’t catched up by far on old times.<BR><BR>While on the subject of girlfriends, they spotted a tree hanging over the road. No one really paid attention to it, but Arladion found this to be a perfect ambush spot. As he narrowed his eyelids, he clearly saw a figure preparing to jump. So when Davian was happily describing the fine shapes of Elina, his 19th girlfriend, Arladion had already released an arrow, which swiftly made it’s way through the leafs. A scream was heard 20 metres in front of the caravan and the riders in the first 3 wagons could see a chubby man falling from a 3 metre high branch. The cousins moved up their pace and met the man, who was lying on the grass next to the road, with his hand where the arrow had penetrated his lower leg.. Arladion smiled and said <i>”That’s what you get for wearing white socks, dear fellow. I’m sorry sir, but I’ll be needing my arrow back now…”</i> He set his foot against the man’s foot and with one movement he pulled the arrow out. <i>”See, that didn’t hurt much did it? Now go home and get yourself some bandage, it doesn’t look that bad.”</i> Only a soft growl and some mumbling could be heard as the man walked away with a limp. <BR><i>”Look at this”</i><BR>Arladion turned around to Davian with a questioning look on his face. <i>”What is it, Davian?”</i><BR><i>”By Uthgar, how was he going to rob us? I certainly hope he did not meant to do it with this sword, if you can even put it in that class..”</i> Davian answered as he held up a blunt and bleached short sword. <i>”This must have been found by his grandfather on an old battlefield, it’s at least that old! Here, watch this.”</i> Davian threw the sword on the ground and stepped on it. The sword broke in a dozen pieces. <BR><i>”Heh, I’m glad I didn’t kill the poor man, I was actually aiming for his torso. He probably has a whole family to feed and can’t get a decent job around here.”<BR><BR>“Alright, there’s nothing to be seen here, let’s move on!”</i> said Davian to the front guard.<BR>
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Postby drieske » Fri Jan 03, 2003 4:30 pm

Smiling in spite of her troubled thoughts, Robyn watched the girl eat, enjoying the enthusiasm, and yet pitying the starved young lady. Casual she pushed her own plate towards her and nodded encouraging, saying "take whatever you like, I had enough anyway".<BR><BR>The words of Maeglin still resounding in her head, she watched the man, whose attention seemed to be drawn by a woman sitting at another table. <i>Stop being so sensitive Rob and keep yourself under control</i>, she scolded herself, <i>can't blame these folks for going after the money, as long as they help you finding the source of this terrible illness!</i>.<BR><BR>More composed she awaited the return of the lady Fionavar...
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Postby Aglanor » Fri Jan 03, 2003 6:39 pm

Davian walked next to the wagon, Arladion was resting in for awhile. In a few minutes they'd switch, and after an afternoon of walking, finally he could rest. Once those minutes came, Arladion came from the cart, and offered the place to Davian. "It's all yours, my friend."<BR><BR>"Thanks, Arlad." He smiled and lay down, with a sigh. His feet were aching from the constant, repititive movement, and his stomach growled. He opened his backpack, and saw quite a big piece of deermeat, from the breakfast, they'd had. He ate it, and went to sleep. He found himself woken again, four hours later, with Arladion, shaking his shoulder. "Come look at this."<BR><BR>With a frown, and a yawn, he followed his nephew, to the front of the caravan, and saw waht Arladion meant. The gate of Neverwinter, with it's banners hanging from the palisade, caught in the evening breeze. Davian grinned. "At last we're there." After payment from the caravan leader, and a frightened look from a few guards, both he and Arladion, went to find the Wayfarer's Guide. They found it, at dusk, and entered the joyful place. Inside it was warm. Not just the temperature, but the atmosphere as well. He saw quite a few odd characters, but he was not well-known with civilised ways of clothing. Arladion did, however and pointed outa group of four. Three women and a man. "They're clearly not from this neighbourhood. One looks like a child of nature. The male looks like a rogue, compositure, clothing and atitude taken in account. The other two I'm unsure of." Davian noticed the druid, as well. He'd no idea what a rogue was supposed to look like, but from all he had heard, this was a good visualisation.<BR><BR>"I'll arrange rooms for us both. THen you can arrange a table near them, and dinner. Check the size of the plates. If they are bigger than my head, I'll just have one. In any other case, I'll have two."<BR><BR>He went for the quiet counter, where a big book lay open on the tafel, and a gnome, could barely look over it to register new customers. "Greetings, young man. May I help you?" <BR><BR>"Yes, a room, with two beds, please. And two baths, to be had tonight, if they're still open for reservation."<BR><BR>The gnome scribbled it down, in fonts he recognized, but the language was unknown to him. His best guess was, it was gnome. <BR><BR>"All's good, young sir. That'll be 15 gold pieces."<BR><BR>"15? That's quite a lot, for a tavern of this size and quality."<BR><BR>"Well, the plague's been cutting the numbers of customers, so I'll have to balance it somehow. But especially for you who comes from afar, I'll lower it to 10."<BR><BR>"That's a deal. Thanks"<BR><BR>After that, he told Arladion the room number, and went up the stairs to have a look at it. It was quite big, and had two comfortable beds positioned on both side walls. He took off his backpack, weaponry and armor, and went downstairs again, to find a table next to the group of adventurers, and two large meals. "Ah, good. It looks delicious."<BR><BR>"Yeah, ih ith. Belithiouth."<BR><BR>Davian grinned. Tablemanners had always been an obstacle for the half-elf. He sat down and took off a piece of lamb. It was juicy and soaked in mushroomsauce. He was going to enjoy this meal a lot...
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Postby Darklon » Fri Jan 03, 2003 7:07 pm

it started to rain when arthus was two birds away from the city of Never Winter .... when he noticed a tavern on the side of the road ...<BR>tired and worn out after a long travel he decided to take some rest in the warm and comfy tavern ...<BR><BR>He walked his horse to the stable boy and gave him some gold coins<BR><i>take care of my horse well I wan't it to be ready like for parade for tomorrow .... </i> saying that he moved forward toward the entrance <BR><BR>he opened the door and moved slowly but firmly toward the bar...<BR><BR>he took of his his hood .... and a young but torn face could be seen ... with a huge scar going from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his chin .... his hair was dark black and long falling on his neck ....<BR><BR>he took of his wet cloak and a shiny armor could be seen with an emblem of white dragon on it ... and a really beautiful sword on his side ... also a silver gryphon emblem was visible on his cloak surely a sign of nobility .... <BR><BR>as he sat down he looked around the room and noticed couple of hooded people looking at him ... he looked at them staright in their eyes and they turned their heads back as if hypnotized or scared ...<BR><BR>the barman come and asked " my dear lord do you wish anythign to eat or drink ... I see you could use some ale to make that tired face revieved again "<BR><BR>he replied <i>" just water and bread my good man ..... and a prayer for this troubled wrold " </i><BR><BR>the barman looked at him strangely as that his last words made some kind of weird impression on him but after a second he brought him water and bread ...<BR><BR>The knight gave him couple of gold coins ... and got to his meal ...<BR><BR>while eating he was looking around the tavern as to spot something or somebody ... he noticed a group of people that surely looked like family or friends ... two womens, one men and a kid it was rare to see a whole family to spend time in the tavern ... he also noticed some ladies of rather shadowy past traying to make a gold coin by " enteratining " some men... he paid some attention to them ... and as one of the men was traying to force one of the ladies to kiss him he stood up and calmly walked to the table that those men were sitting in ...<BR><BR><i>dear friend as you see the lady does not wish to be " entertained " this way ..... </i><BR><BR>the man replied " and what matter is it to my " lord " " <BR><BR><i>no matter that shall concern you ...... "looking tward the lady" how much gold did he paid you ?</i><BR><BR>ten gold coins sire...<BR><BR><i>here take this " he took out around 100 gold coins " take it and go home... buy food for your family and never do that again .... </i><BR><BR>the man was raged by this act and took out his short sword as to strike ... but he was so drunk that fast reflex of arthus made the man sit down swordless ... <BR><BR><i>listen you ......... 'he wanted to say something but he obvioulsy stopped" just live the lady alone and make no troubles again ..... that is all I ask ..... </i><BR><BR>people in hte bar were all looking at the starnger in the armor as he was walking towrad the bar to finish his meal ...<BR><BR>the girl that was " saved " from the opressor walked up to him with tears on her face .....<BR><BR>" thank you my lord you .... *** and started to cry *** "<BR><BR><i>go home now ....... and pray and the fortune and good luck shall be given to you ..... </i><BR><BR>then he turned around and gave barman ten gold coins " that is for the trouble "<BR><BR>the barman nooded .... and the rest of the people started to go back to the things they were doing before the fight started ......
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Postby Palindrome » Fri Jan 03, 2003 7:46 pm

Mina frowned at Fionavar, about to comment on how rude city peope could be, until she noticed that she had also been offered food. Her empty stomach won over her pride in half a second, and she quickly sat down and snatched up a piece of bread, gobbling it down at a speed that would sugest that her meal would disapppear any moment. <BR>Gulping down the last bite of food, she looked down at the empty plate moarnfully.<BR>"That was really good..."<BR>Another plate of food was placed before her. She wasn't sure who had given this one to her, but that, she decided, would be a matter to deal with on a full stomach. Finishing the plate and sitting back in her chair with a content sigh, her nodded thankfully to the others at the table, smiling. <BR>"Thanks, I was starving!"
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Postby Darklon » Fri Jan 03, 2003 8:10 pm

hearing that the little girl sitting with the family said " she was starving " the stranger in the armor decides to talk to the girl and the people she is with ...<BR>he stoods up and walks toward the table where 4 of the people sits ...<BR><BR><i>I'm sorry for beeing rude but by any chnace I heard that this child was starving ..... and I assume that you are the parents or guardians of this child and as such you shall take care of her .... </i><BR><BR><i>***a moment later he realizes that he didn't told them his name*** " excume my manners I'm very tired after long travel ... my name is Tan Arthus Villenstern ......</i><BR><BR>*** waves toward the barman *** <i>please bring this child as many meals as she desires ...... ***a warm smile can be seen on his face while he say that***</i><BR><BR><BR><i>so my dear freinds if I can call you like that ..... as I was saying about this child is she with you ? since looking by your clothing and gear she don't really match you ..... </i>
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Postby Palindrome » Fri Jan 03, 2003 9:02 pm

She blinked, tilting her head at the stranger curiously.<BR>"Parents? Oh no, I've only just met these guys." She nodded toward to others at the table.<BR>"They just gave me food for one reason or other, I dunno. Very nice!" she smiled at him, when she noticed what he was saying to the man at the bar. People sure were nice here, always offening her food like this. Or maybe they just had way too much of it. She nodded at him, smiling.<BR>"Thanks, but I'm really not hungry anymore. I've all but eaten my weight in bread by now," she said with a laugh. "Oh, an' by the way, why are you here? My name's Mina. I would introduce you to the others, but I don't really know them either....Sorry."
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Postby Darklon » Fri Jan 03, 2003 10:21 pm

<i>no worries dear child ..... I guess they have tongues of their own .... but I still wonder what are you doing alone in such dangerous place ? do your parents know where you are ?</i><BR><BR>** nods to the bartender ** <BR><i>if you can my dear man pack that food for travel ... </i><BR><BR><i>as to why am I here ..... well ... that is long story my child .....let' say I have very important meeting soon to attend .... and the travel to make ....</i><BR><BR>*** saying those words he looked around the three people sitting with him at the table *** <BR><BR>he noticed a sign of interest in thier faces after he metioned it ...<BR><BR>he sat down and said <BR><BR><i>now I would like to hear your stories , if you of course don't mind </i><BR><BR><i>I guess one shall be carefull as to what to say and where ...... </i>
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Postby Amarie » Fri Jan 03, 2003 11:31 pm

<i>"Hurry, Tenar! Hurry or you'll miss it!" She remembered running after her twin brother, Telco as they hurried towards the Dark. On midsummer night's eve, the Narannin children who had turned six that year would be bound to their sudhoda, will o' wisp in the Common Tongue. That was the last night she had spent with Telco for on the next, he had been taken away to be trained by the Kyar.</i><BR><BR>She had last seen him on the day he died, five days after they had both turned four and twenty. Over half of the Kyar had been stricken by the strange malady that swept through the lands, heedless of race, age or anything else. And so the last of the Old Kyar had chosen to train new people, setting aside their age old tradition. Tenar did not and still could not understand why Ada had chosen her. "It does not matter now." As she sighed, her wisp made a purring sound which was its way of comforting her. "We stay for the night, I think. It would be best to be well-rested before we set out for the Hall in Never Winter. At least, by then, perhaps I do not look so much like a lost traveller."<BR><BR>Her dark eyes surveyed the room for the first time since she had arrived. There were all sorts of people here, she noticed. Her wisp quickly relaxed as soon as she noticed a blond woman with an elvish air about her. "A druid. How interesting." A will o' wisp only had affection for elves or druids, other than its Naran. Then, Tenar's glance fell upon the man sharing the same table. She couldn't tell if his eyes were green or blue, but a moment ago they had been directed at her. <BR><BR>She stretched her legs and propped her feet up on one of the empty chairs, but kept her right hand on the hilt of her sword. It would be a better idea, she thought, to stay awhile and not head for her room yet. There might be some useful information to be obtained among the chatter of the tavern's patrons.<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Sat Jan 04, 2003 2:27 am

Alayna sat contented, in her corner, pleased to do little but observe. Most people here seemed to know each other some way or another, and her attention was caught by the latest entries to the already extremely confusing inn. These two stood out in her eyes, maybe because of the company each of them kept, or perhaps due to her curiosity of the races further north. She knew she had come from up north; the color of her skin and hair told her that much. Those two appeared rather hungry, and the one that appeared Elven in all ways seemed to have no worries at all for the impressions he might leave upon the rest. But the barbarion was the one that intrigued her, mainly because although she had seen much of their people, she had never heard one of their kind leave their tribes for any reasons that were not considered important, besides exile. The assassin decided to make it a point to head over to them later, to discover more about their reasons for coming.<BR><BR>Deciding that she would probably have to stay the night here, unless she felt like spending another night sleeping in the open, she headed off to look for the innkeeper, to enquire about what rooms he had for rent. She slipped over to the bar, which appeared to be the customary place for the man. As she neared the place, the strong smell of ale wafted up to her nose. Alayna was amazed that men were able to drink such liquids without managing to drown themselves, judging by the speed they finished their drinks. Holding her breath as she closed the distance, then moving up ever so silently on the innkeeper in her customary manner, she tapped him from behind, causing him to whirl around in a near frenzy. Spotting her, he immediately put on a smile, sensing more business to be made this night from the girl who was so free with her silver.<BR>"Might I enquire where I might be able to rent a room?"<BR>"A room? You should be looking for the gnome over there, the one at the quieter counter, assuredly not with this crowd here!"<BR>"Thank you for any help you have actually offered me."<BR>The ale drinkers exploded into guffaws at her unexpected taunt, while the innkeeper turned slightly crimson, a reaction that rather pleased Alayna's taste for malicious insults. He glared at her, but made no move to attack her in any way. She met his gaze levelly, then turned and walked away.<BR><BR>Now making her way over to the gnome, who appeared to have nothing better to do than sit there behind an open book, she enquired.<BR>"What is the rate for staying in this tavern?"<BR>"Depends on the room you want."<BR>"All right then. Give me a room, as far as possible from the noise of the common room, preferably over looking the stables."<BR>"What size would you want it then?"<BR>Biting her lip, trying to decide what would be the best kind of room to rent.<BR>"Give me a fairly large one, preferably with enough place for me to stretch my legs without banging into a wall of some kind, with clean linen and proper pillows."<BR>"That would be about twenty-five gold pieces, and breakfast will be provided."<BR>"Twenty-five? I got a similar room for about half that price in Port Llast, you know. And Port Llast is far busier than this..."<BR>"I can assure you the room is excellent, and just perfect for one who wishes for quiet. It will be worth the price I am asking for, I assure you once again."<BR>"If I find it unsatisfactory, I will hunt for your room in the middle of the night, and slay you before you can even utter a sound." Her tone bore no hint of pride, only conviction.<BR>As she expected, he began to nod and proceeded to yell for somebody to get fresh linen and such for the guest who would be staying in Room 12.<BR><BR>Her first task done, she carefully threaded her way to where the two men who had caught her attention earlier were seated. Deciding to speak first, before attracting any unwanted attention of any sort.<BR>"Hail sirs from the northland. I was wondering if your table has the space for another traveler, one who desires the company of people of any kind, after having no one but a horse to talk to for the last two days. If you happen to be too busy at the moment with your dinner, I shall not deign to disturb you from what must be a most satisfactory meal. But, have you, by any chance, been sent here to deal with an evil of some sort?" The question was posed in a nonchalant tone, as if it was nothing but a conversation starter.
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