The First Five Written Out
“Of course, yes! yes! yes!” Khamyra says as she tackles the Champion to the ground, lips locked, dust flying, hoots and hollering of the order all around. After a moment, she pulls up, looks into his eyes and simply says, “I love you, so much.”
They stand up and Chance gets to one knee again. Takes her hand and places the ring on her finger. Everyone comes over to congratulate them. They glance over and Novalee has both kids in her arms and walks to the happy couple.
The light wind rustles the newly grown leaves on the trees, the sun is heading down to the horizon, ready to create an amazing sunset. Chance stops a moment, looks around and it hits him. Tears start to fall, wondering how he could be so blessed.
Everyone starts to make their way inside the house, and it is a lot of tears, hugs and love. Griffin hands the Champion a glass of champagne, everyone raises a glass and toasts to the couple; “A long life of love and happiness.”
Khamyra is talking with Luella and Trinity and Chance see’s an opportunity to get away for a moment, to let this sink in. He tells Griffin he just needs a moment alone and the dwarf smiles and nods.
The Champion sneaks out of the house, and walks to his spot. The sky is a wonderful sunset, a perfect late Spring day. He makes it to the tree stump, wondering if Finster will show himself, this is kind of their spot. The night’s events are overwhelming, and he wanted a moment before the two of them made their way to Camerondale and their room. Tears fall as he bows his head to thank his lord.
An old man is walking over to him, the same one as before and Chance lets out a chuckle. “M’Lord?”
“Dammit Chance” he says with some playfulness, but not without its frustration. “What is it?”
“I wanted to thank you.” he blurts out standing up, tears still streaming down his face, “It’s all too much.”
The old man smiles and tilts his head, “Thank me?”
Chance stands up looking at the old man, and he sees that his Champion is crying. “Tears of Joy, I see”, the man says, smirk on his face. “It means a lot that you want to share this moment with me, but there is no need to thank me”, he replies with a smile.
The quarter elf embraces the old man, possessed by the dark cleric, and he lets out an “ow,” and Chance backs off the tightness.
“I would love to take credit, but I am sure if you two met, under any circumstances, this was the path you two would have taken on your journey in life,” he explains.
The two converse, another hug and they disperse.
Khamyra sees her Champion walk in the front door, she races over and practically tackles him. She is on a super high, and nothing is going to bring her down. Chance grabs her, twirls her around laughing and ending with a passionate kiss.
“One more surprise, my beautiful bride to be,” Chance says looking deep into her eyes. Her face flushed, her eyes vibrant and the smile that may never go away. It was perfection for the Champion.
The couple leave after he is happy with the packing job for tomorrow’s journey. They ride their horses to the Camerondale stables, and head inside. They pass the castle, Chance glances and he sees Cassie, leaning against the entrance doors and she waves.
“Hold on a second” Chance says to his love, with a big smile, “I just have to say thank you.”
He races up the pathway to the Castle, Cassie waving off the guards who were a little startled seeing a large half elf looking man racing up the pathway. The Baroness meets him halfway. He gives Cassie a big hug, she gasps a bit and lets out a big laugh. “Thank you, thank you for everything”, the Champ goes on to say, “It went perfectly. Could not of done it without you.” She gives him a long look and a wide smile, kisses him on the cheek and congratulates him. She waves to Khamyra with a smile.
Khamyra has a half smirk waves back, wondering what that is all about. Her Champ makes it back to her, hand in hand they head into the Inn and have an unbelievable night of laughing, crying and love making. It could not have been more perfect for the two, who have been through a lot, and most likely have a lot more to endure.
Wedmak (wednesday) 7:00 AM
The morning comes much too quickly. Chance sits up immediately hearing the crier. “Damn, I was supposed to be at the house, ready at Cry time” he says, still half awake. He slides out of bed, looks back at Khamyra glancing at him in her full glory, tempting him to jump back in bed.
“Damn”, Khamyra says knowing he has to go, frustrated a bit with the lack of time they have, “I know, duty calls.”
The two of them get dressed, take one last look around the elegant room that would have cost them 5 platinum pieces to stay, they shut the door and head back to Grayshale. It is a cloudy day, with some winds blowing in from the east making it a bit humid.
Chance jumps off his horse, and asks Dash who is at the front door to get his pack saddle set for his trip. The Ranger jumps to it. The Champion walks in the house fully expecting Velencia there ready to blast him. But he was taken back to see two people in his house, he has never seen before.
A guy, about 5’10”, blonde hair, shale eyes turns to look at you, “She is uncanny, she said you were going to be late, and here you are… late”, he says chuckling a bit. He turns back to Trinity, Novalee and Luella who are dreamy, goo-goo eyed towards this man.
The other person, about the same height, but you are taken back with how beautiful she looks. She is a dark elf, a Khamyra type feel and in full armor, large weapon strapped on her back, crossbow dangling on her side. The only true flaw is the scar down the one side of her face. She sits at the table, wide legged, leaning, and her gaze slowly makes it’s way to the Champions eyes and he can tell she is thoroughly annoyed.
Chance’s fiance makes her way in, dreamy eyed, and on a blissful high. She sees the Onyx Elf, stops in her tracks. The scarred elf stands up to meet her gaze, a little surprised. They both put two fingers to their forehead and nod at each other in greeting. Onyx Elf lore; two fingers to the forehead means “I acknowledge you” and the nod means “I respect you.”
“I am going to check on the kiddo’s hun, make a quick stop up there before you go” Khamyra says, brushing her hand across your shoulders.
Griffin, smiling with a mug in hand, walks over to you, “A little late M’Lord?” he says with a bit of sass and with a smirk, “come, meet our guests.”
He walks the Champion over and introduces Clay, the blonde haired man, and Nicola, the Dark Elf woman. You exchange pleasantries.
“We must go” The Dark Elf says, looking at the quarter elf, annoyed and somewhat angry, “you are late and we are burning sunlight.”
“Please tell me you are packed, otherwise our Priestess is going to have some ass to beat” Clay says in a chuckle, eyes wide, taking a last gulp of tea, putting the mug down on the table.
Chance nods, “all set, I just have to say goodbye to 2 very special people, and my…” he pauses, smiles real big, “fiance, and we are off and running.”
The Champion runs up the stairs, says goodbye to his two little bundles of joy and his newly engaged fiance.
“Please be careful my love, I can’t wait for you to be back.” Khamyra says, almost starting to cry, knowing he is going to be away for at least a week.
It was heartbreaking as he went down the stairs with his bags, weapons in hand, he can feel the tears starting to flow. ‘Am I always going to be like this now?’ he thinks to himself. The Champ is putting on his armor as he walks out the door. He doesn’t dare look back, his heart couldn’t take it.
The three of them rode out of Grayshale and down a western road, bypassing the entrance where Velencia was supposed to be. “I thought we were to meet her highness at the entrance,” Chance yells with some sarcasm, looking around and not seeing her.
“She knew you were going to be late, so she went ahead,” Clay says loud enough due to the horses and wind, he is pointing west, “She will have rooms and food ready at Ellesborough, the last town before the plains.”
The day brings some drizzle, a few breaks of sun, humidity and some gusting winds. After a few stops for water, food and a squirt, the three of them head into Ellesborough. The sun diving down on the horizon, giving them a wildly colorful sunset with the almost overcast sky. “We are at least an hour later than we said we were going to be,” Nicola grumbles, “let’s get into the Inn quickly.”
Clay is shaking his head, gives you a glance, “Don’t worry about it Chance, she is just worried that she won’t get her money” he snarks “I on the other hand am a… hopeless romantic.” He gives you a goofy smirk and walks with you to the Inn.
The Inn has an entryway that is sectioned off from the rest of the place. The entryway was 20ft X 10ft, doors on the right and left wall. Straight away there is a large open window and counter. Simple decorations and a lantern or two. There is a woman who would take your reservation at the counter, etc. Walking through the left door leads into the dining area.
In the middle of the room, at a large table is Velencia, leaning back, foot on the edge of a chair, mug in hand, just glaring at the three of them. “I hope an ogre jumped you, but I am guessing douche bag chump here, wasn’t ready at cry time,” she says with a snarky whip.
“Hey, give him a break he is freshly engaged!” Clay says in your defense, trying to provoke a response, knowing they don’t like each other.
Velencia’s eyes grow big, then a big sigh. She closes her eyes shakes her head, “I think Khamyra caught ‘the dumb’ from the chump over here, wow, engaged…”
Turn Based Begins Here
DMaster: VEL: Go drop your shit off in your room, get back down here, I’ll have food.
She slides all of you keys with room numbers on them
Chance: Nod at Velencia and grab a key and look at the number. Head for the room with the number on it, grumbling a bit as I head to the room
DMaster: You enter, see the room are pretty nice. 15×20, big bed, dresser, basin, two windows on the north wall
Chance: setting my stuff down in a corner and head back down since Velencia is her usual self
DMaster: You walk down with Clay who you met in the hallway
Chance: Chan: so Clay are you and Nicola coming with us or were you just to ensure I made it here
DMaster: He smiles and chuckles
CLAY: I sense you know the Priestess well. No we are in it for the long haul.
Nodding his head as you two walk down the stairs.
Chance: Chan: oh we go way back, you could say it started on the Isle
giving him a smirk
Chan: let’s just say she isn’t very fond of me
DMaster: CLAY: Yeah, I caught on to that. The Isle huh?
You two make it down there, Nicola following close behind. Huge plate of beef strips, spiced potatoes, beans and a few pitchers of ale are in the center of the table. Velencia is putting some food on her plate
Chance: I will grab a seat, sit down and grab a plate
DMaster: It smells amazing
VEL: I know the owner, he owes me a lot. So I shouldn’t have too much trouble here
She smirks
Chance: Chan: I am sure he does.
raising an eyebrow and smirk
DMaster: She shakes her head and starts eating. Nicola, dives in and she eats like someone you know. She is plowing through food.
Chance: before I start eating cover my mouth to help from busting out laughing, looking over at Nicola
Chan: wow, I didn’t think I knew of anyone else who eats like Killian
DMaster: She looks up at you, finishes her bite.
NIC: There a problem with the way I eat?
Giving you an antagonistic look.
Chance: Chan: No, nope. Sorry, just thinking out loud.
DMaster: Velencia looks at you, thinks for a moment then sighs
VEL: Oh yeah, Killian, that Black Ward dunce. that is one big man, I would have loved to try and climb him… multiple times.
She purrs a little, eats more
Chance: shaking my head and chuckle
Chan: well you could try, but I am pretty sure he is a one woman man. I met his wife and she is… your exact opposite.
Laugh.
DMaster: After a few minutes of eating, Velencia and Clay exchange glances
VEL: Oh Chance, do you mind paying for all this? Now, before it gets too late?
Chance: Chan: I see how this is gonna be. Here Chump, you pay for this and that.
shaking head, reaching for my coin purse.
DMaster: You notice your coin purse is off your belt. Velencia is chuckling, Clay is smiling, Nicola rolls her eyes
Chance: Frantically look around.
Chan: okay, not funny… at all
DMaster: Clay plops the purse on the table next to you
CLAY: Sorry Chance, our hostess here always gets a kick from that. It keeps me in practice, at least.
DM: I rolled for you, you got a 3, so you did not notice it
Chance: Chan: Just grand, I get to be the practice Dummy
Give the Priestess a sharp glance.
Chan: Not a word
still shaking my head
DMaster: Nicola glances up before you could finish your response.
NIC: Practice?
Velencia lets out a loud laugh, Clay giggles, continues to eat
Chance: grab my coin purse, put it back on my belt and start digging into the food
DMaster: you are just about done, it was really good. Even the ale was delicious.
VEL: So, I guess we should get the official introductions over with.
Chance: still sipping on some ale, nod my head
DMaster: VEL: Nicola here is a barbarian of uncanny skill. A blade for hire, she has done well for me in the past.
The Onyx Elf has this forced smile like a smirk, just staring across the table at nothing.
VEL: She is a devout follower of our lord
Chance: Nod head.
Chan: well I wouldn’t expect any less coming from you, not like you were gonna bring in a non-follower
DMaster: She looks at you, smiles then chuckles.
VEL: This is Clay, and…
She glances over to him
CLAY: I am not a follower of “your lord”
he says with some sarcasm
VEL: he fancies himself, an Artificer. Whatever the hell that is
CLAY: I invent things, you know. Cool things. Fun things. Dangerous things. Hell, Nickies weapon was one of my more brilliant creations.
Velencia rolls her eyes, leans back and smirks
NIC: Yes it is, but do not call me Nicky
CLAY: Sorry Nicky, I’ll try to remember
she slams her hand on the table, glares at the Artificer
Chance: shaking my head and smirk a bit
DMaster: VEL: Easy Nicola, you know he likes to play, you always fall right into it.
Velencia says chuckling. A girl walks up to Velencia, blonde and looking very familiar. She whispers something to the Priestess.
VEL: Yeah, help yourself, lots left
The girl grabs some food
Chance: Chan: so what else do you like to invent Clay?
looking over at him rather curious now
DMaster: DM: Todd doesn’t recognize the girl, though he says he does. But for reference sake. This is the spitting image of a girl named Hannah, who was Velencia’s servent in “EP#49 Hordes of Finster”
CLAY: Oh I’ve invented lots of things, I have this really cool shield thing, and…
Velencia’s eyes grow big and she waves her hand.
VEL: Oh no, don’t get him started
Chance: Chan: too late, already did
DMaster: He has a goofy smile on his face as he glances at the Priestess.
VEL: You are a beguiler my friend, plain and simple
He has an over exaggerated frown and sighs.
Chance: Chan: I can see this is going to be an interesting trip. Not quite what I expected
DMaster: VEL: Yeah? What were you expecting, a traveling circus and a big elephant?
VEL: Well we do have you… the star clown
she scoffs, a little proud of her slam
Chance: Shake my head at the lame insult. Look around the room.
Chan: Surprised that Rawek didn’t join us.
DMaster: She nods
VEL: Would have liked to have him here, but he does not do well on long trips and he can’t really ride a horse. So a wagon would slow us down considerably, though… it would of made for better comforts. And…
Clay waves his hands, and sarcastically says
CLAY: Oh no, don’t get her started.
She stops and surprisingly just smiles and looks at the blonde man, giving him eyes you recognize. They must have something going on.
Chance: Chan: no, just you being a sour puss the whole trip, which you are usually quite good at…
putting elbows on the table and looking at her
DMaster: CLAY: Actually its not sour at all, it’s actually…
VEL: CLAY!
The Priestess blurts out, She gives him a look, wide eyes. Clay is giggling a little, finishing his brew. She shifts in her seat, looks odd.
VEL: clay… you didn’t.
He puts a pair of panties on the table, looking innocent.
CLAY: Sorry, couldn’t resist
Chance: Eyes grow big, bust out laughing
DMaster: Took a second for Nicola to figure out what it was he put on the table. When she did, her eyes bulge
NIC: Wait.. you can… what?
She leans back and feels in her pants. Clay is almost doubled over in laughter, Velencia is in tears, trying to suppress it knowing Nicola gets easily offended.
VEL: Let’s just say our Clay here is a very good negotiator, a big reason why he is coming along, and getting paid handsomely. He will help acquire what you failed to get a year ago.
CLAY: I am also very good at…
Velencia once again interrupts.
VEL: Let’s not unveil all the secrets just yet.
Chance: Chan: and why not? should we have secrets between us?
as I wipe away the tears from laughing so hard
DMaster: Nicola, red faced, stands up and pulls her pants up a bit.
NIC: I will take my leave, I will be down here at Cry time.
Velencia frowns a bit and nods.
VEL: See you cry time tomorrow then
Nicola walks to the stairs and heads up them.
Chance: Chan: I agree, it was certainly an interesting day but it was a long one
DMaster: She nods, and even yawns
VEL: Yeah, its getting time, going to be a long two days riding with your dumb-ass
CLAY: Two? Crux Hayward is at least three
VEL: Dammit, Clay, don’t remind me
she chuckles
Chance: Chan: hey I have to look at you as well, no bed of roses for me either
giving her a smirk
DMaster: VEL: You may not like me, but I am not hard to look at.
She stands up, boobs popping out, curves on curves. Clay leans back with wide eyes, nodding his head. She then waves you off like she typically does. Clay and Velencia walk up together, the blonde girl following
Chance: shake my head and head to my room. Strip down and get ready for bed.
DMaster: You go to slip under the covers, and there is something in the middle of your bed. It looks like the panties Clay put on the table downstairs
Chance: shaking my head and bust out laughing, and throw them on the floor. Thinking to myself, very funny Clay. Plop down in the bed and close my eyes thinking of Khamyra and the kids for a while.
Thuralay (Thursday) 6:00 AM
DMaster: you don’t sleep the best, toss and turn.
Chance: sit up and go look out the window since I can’t sleep,
DMaster: From what you can tell, its about 6:00 am, partly cloudy and you can feel the heat emanate from the glass
Chance: turn from the window with a bit of a sigh and grab a fresh change of clothes, if I can take a bath, I will. Then I will get geared up and head down stairs and wait for the others
DMaster: No one is down there at the moment, it is just about cry time (cry time is the time the Town / City Cryer walks the streets waking everyone up. It is universally 7:00 AM).
You sit at a table waiting for a waitress, but there are none. Glancing up you see this beautiful blonde woman walk down the steps, big copper eyes, bright smile. After a moment of staring, you shake your head. Could it be?
Chance: Is that Velencia? Say to myself, it can’t be.
DMaster: She sexily walks over to the table, gives you a look
VEL: Is this seat taken stud?
She then coughs and gags
VEL: Couldn’t say that with a straight face, yikes.
Chance: Shake my head.
Chan: You look pretty, well, you look nice, like, I think you…
Blush a bit, regroup.
Chan: hope you slept well, cause I sure didn’t
DMaster: She shrugs her shoulders
VEL: Sleep? Didn’t get much time either.
The rest of the party heads down the stairs, sits. They are served immediately with some great food. Velencia is talking with the blonde girl, and then dispatches her to the stables.
CLAY: So you like the Priestesses’ new look? We couldn’t have her roaming the lands looking like, well, the Priestess.
She snorts a bit and nods her head.
VEL: Don’t call me Velencia for a while ok? Call me, Clara.
Clay chuckles,
CLAY: OK, High Priestess Clara.
She stops mid bite, glares at him. He shrugs his shoulders.
CLAY: Hey, it’s what I do.
Chance: grabbing a plate of food and start eating hoping the food will take my thoughts off of home for a little while. Finish eating and sit back and just relax a bit
DMaster: It’s a quiet breakfast, you finish up
VEL: Ok everyone, get your shit, meet me at the Stables
Chance: head back up to my room, finish getting ready and head to the stables
DMaster: Heading outside it is unseasonably warm, some puffy clouds and the winds are picking up because you are getting closer to Teeter Winds.
Chance: Grumble a bit as I head to the stables, thinking how hot it is. Khamyra would be in a bad mood, chuckling to myself.
DMaster: The five of you gear up, hop on your horses and head out. As you hit the edge of the plains, Velencia stops you all. She cuts her palm a little. Rubs her hands together.
VEL: Our lovable feathered friend said he would have 2 guides for us. Come on Rawek, you bird brain…
She rubs again, looking around.
VEL: Rawek, if you..
You see the Priestess get jolted and she gets this angry frustrated look on her face. Just then, two creatures that you recognize pop out of the ground, pushing dirt to the side. Clay looks around then back to them unimpressed. Nicola is giving them a good look.
VEL: That Bird, when I get back…
Chance: Smile
Chan: Welcome back little dudes.
DMaster: She looks at you oddly, shakes her head. You are riding for about 3 hours, a decent pace. After a while in the distance you can hear this very loud howling sound
DM: First roll of the day that meant anything, Todd rolls a “1” – laughing, giggling ensues.
Chance: eyes turn to slits hearing the howling sound, looking at the rest of the group
DMaster: Velencia stops the party. She looks over to Nicola
VEL: This is close to your stomping grounds, thoughts?
She nods and sighs
NIC: Yeah, howlers, Priestess, or I mean Clara, about 50 yards out
Nicola jumps off her horse. She grabs her crossbow, loads it. Clay, all excited, jumps off his horse, grabs this “stack” of wood and metal, opens it, jams it into the ground. He then pulls it open, so it is like a makeshift wall. He motions for the blonde girl, and she jumps off her horse, and steps behind the wall. The girl pulls out a dagger from her boot and stands behind it. You can see some weird reflective material on the other side, but you do not pay too much attention to it right now.
Chance: hop off my horse as well, put shield on my arm and draw my weapons
DMaster: Nicola glances over at your bow just sitting on your horse, next to your quiver of arrows.
NIC: You are not going to shoot? Is this your first fight, young one?
She shakes her head in disgust
VEL: Get used to it, he’s a dolt
The howls are getting closer.
Chance: Chan: Yes I will, but I prefer to be up close
Give the Priestess a sharp glance.
Chan: shut it Priestess, err I mean who are you again, Clara?
DMaster: She sighs in frustration. Clay has his light crossbow loaded and is holding a bag waiting behind his makeshift wall. Clay shoes the horse away, getting them away from the fight. The howling is getting closer and the closer they get, the more it hurts.
Battle Written Out
The sound these creatures make makes everyone wince, even a little. They can just see the top of them, and man they are ugly.
They are within aerial range, so Nicola was the first. FLOOT! The bolt sails over the head of the creature that continues to close in. It did not even notice. “Bullocks!” the Onyx Elf yells in frustration.
The quarter elf takes off his necklace, and his transformation begins.
Clay is lining one up, he pulls the trigger, ZING! It flies past one of them a good 5 feet away. “Well… shit” he mumbles to himself trying to juggle a bag and a crossbow.
In that time, Chance takes Nicola’s advice and grabs his bow, an arrow and gets ready to fire away. Valencia is getting her bearings, looking about, drawing out an evil looking dagger type weapon called a Kukri.
The Priestess glances back to Chance, and frowns. “Break this news to Khamyra easy, OK?” she says. The Champion quickly looks at her confused. Velencia rubs some goop on her arms, she traces a symbol in the air and says “Cascara.” This weird clear covering makes its way around her.
DM: He rolls another “1.” That’s two in a row. Honestly, it took 10 minutes to recover from laughter, cursing and hi-jynx. I do not know why I find that so funny, but anyways…
The Champion, in full mode, realizes that she just cast a spell. He refocuses and pulls the bow back. He feels something cracking, the string loosens and the bow snaps in two, flying back and around him splinters. Chance is staring out, wide eyes, amazed and embarrassed. “Well… shit.” is all that he could say, throwing the debris to the side.
Valencia watching this, sighs, raises her eyebrow and slowly turns back to the creatures. “This is going to be a long battle” she mumbles to herself.
Meanwhile, Nicola, who just dropped her crossbow and unlatched her weapon off her back has stopped. She is just staring at Chance, in his current Champion form.
“Dammit Priestess, or Velencia or fuck it, Clara, whoever you are.” Clay is fumbling through his words working on getting ready for another attack, “You could have told us a little about, I don’t know, some glowing creature you brought with us.”
Valencia eyes wide, turning to the Champion, noticing he too, has a shell of sorts starting to cover his body, looking like a dark bark. Only his eyes are glowing now. “Full of surprises, Chump,” she says with an approving nod, then back to the creatures.
Remembering it is not wise to wait on them, especially in the Teeter Wind Plains, he rushes the southern Howler. Bringing his long sword overhead and quickly followed by his dagger, a move that Helkyr taught him. He feels the sword dig in deep to the surprised creature at this enemies speed (7hp). The dagger follows and it also rips through the creature(8hp). It lifts its head up and screeches (causes damage without WIS 16 save), making Velencia wince a bit (5hp).
Watching you take on the southern howler head on, Velencia, not to be outdone races for the Northern one, with uncanny speed she places her hand square on the face of the hideous creature. It stops in mid run, then jumps back with also a screech (23hp), while it did that, the Priestess lunges forward and stabs the creature right in the eye, almost popping it (8hp). It doubles it’s screech.
Everyone instinctively covers their ears, Nicola shutters a moment in pain (8hp), Valencia as well (6hp). But it hit the blonde girl the worst (12hp). She grabs her head, she yells and collapses, motionless. Clay turns around to look, took him a second, and he finds the girl on the ground, possibly dead. “Well… shit,” he says, turning his attention back to the creatures.
For some inexplicable reason, the Howler that Chance gouged, practically knocks the quarter elf over and races for Velencia, who had it’s back to it. It clamps its jaw right on her shoulder, but an odd metal sound resounds and the creature jumping back a little was the result. The Priestess turns quickly around to face the Howler. It was too late, it clamped right on the woman’s leg (7hp). She grunts a little in pain, face scrunched. “Damn smelly shitbag!” she yells at it.
Just then the other one did the same thing, clamped on her shoulder only to have it recoil and an odd metal sound emanate from the attack. The now, blonde woman turns, “Can’t you two attack someone else you brainless mouthpieces?” It then also goes for her legs and Velencia, or Clara, spins a bit and avoids the attack.
The party hears Clay yell, “Plug your nose, Priestess!” The Artificer throws a bag into the fray since they are huddled around Velencia.
“Clay! No!” She yells, turning to look at him, the bag in mid air, “goddammit!” she says, trying to roll out of the way.
The bag lands square on a Howler’s face, intact. The two creatures just stop, look at each other confused, then look at the bag hanging half off the ones face. The opposite howler grabs the bag and flings it across the tall grass rendering it useless. Nicola rolls her eyes, shaking her head. Velencia is crouched waiting for the, “poof,” and there was nothing.
“Well… shit” is all the blonde man could say. He then fumbles a moment with his crossbow, fires at the two creatures who were momentarily preoccupied with the bag. The bolt glances off the head of one of them, sailing 10-15 feet away. He looks at his crossbow in amazement, opens his mouth…
“Well, shit,” Chance says sarcastically, “right, Clay?” while he is gearing up for his next attack.
He frowns, embarrassed and stands a bit straighter. The Artificer then starts to reload his crossbow.
Nicola rushes the south Howler, and brings her specialized two handed cleaver down on the creature’s back side, hard (13hp). It yelps a little as the onyx elf pulls out the weapon.
Both of the insect creatures take nips at the Howlers but do nothing but distract them for a moment. But that was enough for Chance.
‘If it works, don’t try and fix it,’ the quarter-elf muses to himself, thinking that Morty used to say that all the time. He again brings his Long sword and dagger down on the Southern Howler. It rips into its skin, blood spurts (12hp), and the dagger follows close behind (11hp), ripping even more skin open and driving the blade deep. It tilts its head back, and everyone instinctively covers their ears. It howls, but it doesn’t seem to affect Chance much. Velencia(6hp) jolts a little from the sound, as does Nicola(5hp).
During this time, Velencia has pressed a small lever on each of her Kukris and black thick poison starts to seep down on the blade. She lunges at the southern Howler, driving both the daggers deep into it’s shoulders, with the blade it also brings the quick acting poison (12hp + 9hp + 8hp per round for 3 rounds). “Scream at THIS, Bitch!” she yells. It jumps to one side, goes to let out a howl and Velencia ready for it’s tactics, kicks it in the head making it stop (2hp). “Bad enough I have to listen to Chance drone on, I don’t need your shit too!” she says loudly and sarcastically.
The other howler, annoyed by the insect creatures, dives after it. After a moment of chasing it, it tries to snap at it, just missing. Again, it brings its jaws down hard only to get air. The little insect creature scoots away.
The southern Howler, who is bleeding all over, dizzy from getting attacked from all sides, just lashes out at anything close. Chance, not ready for it’s attack, watches as it clamps on his arm, doing no damage. The Champion shakes it loose, only to have the creature lunge back at him. He swings his shield, bashing it square in the face. It whines a bit, falling back on it’s ass (2hp).
Chance glances down and notices the bark start to fade, his glowing like skin starts to show now.
Clay, giggling a little, has loaded a weird looking bolt into his crossbow. He lines the creature up and fires. The string snaps forward, but the bolt just stays in its chamber, so to speak. His eyes grow big and looks at it completely confused. “Well…”
Velencia in a very loud angry scream, “SHIT!” she glares at him trying to keep the creatures at bay, crouched a bit and ready to move at any given moment. “Dammit Clay, does my pussy really affect you that much?!?”
Chance shakes his head, glances over to Nicola who has rushed the beast. Her face was flushed, her movements a bit faster and he realizes she must be able to do that rage thing Killian does.
She does this momentum twirl and swing bringing her two handed cleaver down clean through the thick neck of the southern Howler (28hp – Deathblow), who was currently on it’s ass from attacking Chance.
Blood spurts and pours out, the head plops on the ground like a rotten potato. Nicola stumbles a bit from the inertia, then clumsily moves away, trying to keep an eye on the last one.
Seeing it’s partner, headless, the northern Howler screeches in agony. Chance winces a bit (5hp), stepping back as does Clay (8hp).
The Champion, circles the last one, twirls his dagger so the blade is down, he lunges at the Howler with precision, driving both his blades deep into the creature (11hp + 8hp). It already howled just a second ago, so all it could do is shake off the Champion. For a second he loses his footing but quickly regains it.
Sensing it’s end, the creature turns and starts to race away. No one tries to attack it further, allowing it to run far away.
Velencia, eyes raging, turns to Clay. Her covering is slowly fading away. She grabs his arm, “What the fuck was all that?” she says in a tone you have only heard a few times before.
He is speechless for a moment, then responds,”You didn’t bring me along for my fighting prowess, I guess I just had an off battle.” He pulls away from her grasp, then turns and bends down and checks the girl. “She is alive, does anyone want to heal her?”
Chance goes to walk over to the fallen woman, almost to run over Nicola who is kneeling in front of you head bowed. He smiles for a moment, glances up to Velencia who just notices and a look of disgust washes over her face. “As if the day couldn’t get any worse…” she mumbles.
“Get up Nicola, Thank you, but I am not that formal,” he says, helping her up, putting his hands on her and heals any of her wounds. A warm look washes over his face, Nicola smiles brightly, and he says, “We are all in this together.”
Velencia has healed the blonde girl, did not even ask her any questions, just coldly walked away. She is un-buckling her belt, looking at the Champion. She pulls her pants down revealing her wound, and a very sexy pair of underwear, along with garters, straps and some hose attached to it.
Chance’s eyes light up a bit, and looks at the Priestess. Shrugs his shoulders.
“Heal me, you dumbass,” she retorts standing there, unashamed, ass hanging out. Her eyes burning holes into him.
The Champion is slowly cleaning his blades, looks them over t make sure all the blood is off them. He then leisurely puts them back in their scabbards. Every second it takes, makes the Priestesses eyes grow thinner, hotter. Knowing enough not to antagonize the Priestess too much, he reaches out and puts both his hands on her legs. They are soft, warm and she smells incredible. He has forgotten about the power transfer, from Champion to a High Priestess. For a moment the Champion gets lost in it, the power transfer feels incredible, light flashes and a surge or two. He ends up losing his balance, trying to stand up, they practically bonk noses as their lips just pass each other. THey are staring into each others eyes, not sure what to do next.
Both Clay and Nicola stop what they are doing, eyes wide watching this weird, awkward light show taking place. If I didn’t know any better I would say they had a thing, Nicola says to herself, shaking her head.
Velencia, shocked as to how amazing that just felt with the power transfer, is standing rigid. A shocked smile washes across her face and she even becomes a little flustered. She takes a deep breath, breaks eye contact, and turns quickly away, grabbing for her belt. Her near perfect ass in lacy underwear wiggling around, as she is pulling up her pants.
Back To Turn Based
DMaster: Your heart is racing for some reason.
Chance: What the hell was that, thinking to myself. That power transfer is fucking dangerous, wow. That was powerful.
DMaster: She is trying to recover from that encounter, get her back to her snarky self. Looks over to Nicola who is goo-goo eyed at you.
VEL: Don’t get too caught up in the Chump, Nicola, he will surely disappoint you soon enough.
The Onyx Elf scoffs at her, and continues to look at the Champion.
NIC: Not this time, he was quick, precise and powerful. All the things a Champion should be.
Big proud smile on her face, her eyes twinkling, looking at her lord’s most powerful soldier.
NIC: You could heal yourself Priestess… or Clara, why make Chance?
Chance: Regroup myself, put on my necklace. Smile at Nicola.
Chan: My healing doesn’t leave scars. It’s like it never happened.
DMaster: Velencia nods her head in agreement, she is fumbling with her belt.
Chance: Look over to the girl
Chan: Is the girl going to be ok?
DMaster: CLAY: Yes, stunned, but better now. The screaming of the Howlers must of put her down
Chance: Look over again, sarcastically.
Chan: you think?
DMaster: Nicola also chimes in sarcastically
NIC: Well… no shit.
she latches her weapon on her back, Velencia snorts and laughs. Clay just has this “bitch” face, glances over his shoulder to the three of you. Nicola is standing by you now.
Chance: Chan: Nicola, you were great in battle today.
DMaster: She smiles and nods respectfully.
Chance: Check out this wall of clay before it gets taken down.
DMaster: You walk around the wall, and its pretty amazing. It curves, covering a good 90 degrees, creating a quarter circle. Standing directly in front, it looks like it is not there, reflecting the surrounding area, blending. Even does pretty good from each side as you walk around it.
Chance: Chan: This wall is very impressive, can’t say the same thing about your fighting skills at the moment
Say it with a playful tone, run my hand across it
DMaster: CLAY: Yeah, what I did is… hey!
VEL: No, no, we are not going to listen to you drone on about it
Velencia finally has her pants back up and buckled. She is frowning at her one greeve that took the brunt of the damage really. Its in bad shape.
CLAY: Yeah, I am not much of a fighter, I have my bag of tricks, but…
he chuckles
CLAY: Didn’t work out to well this time
Chance: walk up to Clay, put my hand on his shoulder and heal him as well
DMaster: He looks at you funny and at your hands on him. Nicola is cutting the teeth out of the creature, its tongue, its toes. Clay notices and scrunches his nose
CLAY: Gross Nick
Velencia makes a shrill whistle and all the horses start heading back.
NIC: Components, we are going to Clovendale, so I can sell them there. Don’t call me Nick.
Nothing happens when you heal him. Your power doesn’t surge a little, not even a little.
CLAY: What are you doing Chance? I am guessing you are this Champion person Velencia complains about all the time. Not only does she bitch about you, but your Champion form as well. I have been getting complaints in stereo!
Chance: Nod my head.
Chan: Yes, that would be me too
looking at him confused, as nothing happens
Chan: guess my healing don’t work on you
DMaster: he gives you another look
CLAY: Nothing really happened to me. I don’t need any healing, now… maybe after that one position last night, I could have used…
Velencia is gearing her horse back up, stops mid strap
VEL: CLAY!
She tosses everyone some rations, they are really good
VEL: Lets eat quick, take a squirt if you have to and drink something, we ride in 5
Chance: nod my head and eat my ration and heal myself up
DMaster: Velencia is looking over Toby.
VEL: how the fuck did you get the nicest horse here?
She shakes her head
Chance: Chan: easy, I bought him
chuckling. Walking over giving Toby a pat
Chan: beats walking everywhere. I saw him at the stables and something told me to buy him.
Making sure to go grab my bow and put it away since it is useless till we get to Clovendale
DMaster: The bow is actually in 10 pieces, its destroyed. That “1” roll took it’s toll. LOL. You all finish, saddle up and ride for another 4 hours. A brisk uneventful ride. Its hot out, wind is blowing pretty good. Some puffy clouds, not a bad day except for the heat. You stop, eat, drink, drop 12 ounces and start out again.
VEL: Ok, We ride for another 3 or so hours, keep an eye out for a good place to crash
Chance: keeping my eyes sharp as we ride along
DMaster: ok nothing much happens. The creatures find a decent spot. It dips down a foot or so, for about 20 feet, almost circular. There is taller grass too. You all jump off the horses, the sun is setting, creating a very nice subtle sunset. Wind is whipping around like usual. The girl gets you to help stomp down the ground in the impression. The girl is running around trying to get this situated, you and Nicola are finishing stomping down the grass in that area. Velencia is looking at her hard leather greaves, one of them is almost in two. She walks over to Clay, handing them to him telling him to do something with them.
Chance: finish up helping Nicola and gather my stuff for bedding down for the night
DMaster: After taking the armor, Clay unrolls a large black sheet or blanket. Tara is helping Clay with this black sheet, a weird contraption, it covers almost 10 feet across the south. Looks to be cover. It is at an angle, to deflect the wind too. Nicola is starting a fire, and once lit, Clay puts that wall up right by the fire
CLAY: There, it’s pretty hard to see the fire from any angle. The wind should not be a problem.
Chance: Chan: well much better than being out in the open
DMaster: The girl is working on dinner. It’s stew. You down it, and it was very good. Drink some water, settle down on the bedroll. Looking around, Velencia is glaring at Clay because he is not working on her greeve, he is in fact, working on another bag he can toss. Nicola is whetting her cleaver, wiping it down. The blonde girl is packing things away.
Chance: kind of still being quiet not sure how to take this traveling party
DMaster: Eventually you get tired, lay down for a moment and you are OUT.
Freya (Friday) 7:00 AM
DMaster: and you slept like a rock, you wake up to Clay looking down at you. The sky is light blue, not a cloud in the sky and it seems cooler. Of course the wind is blowing.
CLAY: You sleep like the dead, my friend
Chance: Chan: not really the face I wanted to see when I wake up
smirking a little
Chan: sorry didn’t sleep well the night before so I made up for it, since someone decided to leave panties on my bed
chuckling as I try to get up.
DMaster: Velencia rolling her bedroll up, her eyes bulging.
VEL: Dammit Clay, that is where they went too, they were my favorite.
Nicola rolls her eyes, continues to pack up. Clay is giggling. You grab some rations, down some water, take a squirt
VEL: Well I guess we head that way
She points west
Chance: Shake my head
Chan: Or we can head that way
pointing a tad more south.
DMaster: They all stop and look at you confused.
Chance: I go on to explain about the farm house
DMaster: Their eyes light up, because none of them slept well on the ground. Velencia looks at the girl, motions for her. The blonde girl’s shoulders drop, she walks over
VEL: It won’t hurt… much
The Priestess, or Clara, slashes the girl’s arm, wipes some blood into her hand. She is rubbing it around in her palms. The two creatures pop up out of nowhere, alert. They come through the grass, and meet Velencia. She rubs some blood on both of them. She stands back up and looks at you. Points at them.
VEL: Ok, describe the house, and any details you can
Chance: go into detail about the farm house as much as I can
DMaster: They seem to be listening, then they dart out into the grass heading west. Everyone jumps a little at their speed.
VEL: Easy there you little fuckers, we have to be able to follow
You all jump on the horse and start to ride. Nothing happens for the first 4 hours. You stop to eat, drink, squirt. Head back out, following the creatures. Again, nothing happens, flat lands, high winds. Then you stop again after 4 hours.
Chance: Get off toby, make sure he is getting water and some feed.
DMaster: Everyone is eating, drinking, taking care of their horses.
CLAY: So there is this Farm house, just sitting in the middle of nowhere?
Looking over to you, taking a bite of some mystery meat.
VEL: Apparently
The Priestess says unconvinced.
Chance: Chan: I am not the one that knew about it. A goofy eyed Ranger named Whitlock knew about it.
DMaster: Clay’s head snaps to you
CLAY: Whitty! Of course he would know something about this. He’s a great man.
Chance: Shake my head, look down
Chan: Not really. He’s kind of an assbag. He had a thing with Khamyra, my fiance.
DMaster: He stops, and looks like he is thinking.
CLAY: Oh… Oh! I knew that woman looked familiar in the house. Oh snap. You are engaged to Whitties old Bae. Oh damn.
The Artificer looks down, eyes big. Turns and finishes his food.
Chance: looking down, clench my jaw and then shrug my shoulder
DMaster: Velencia has a smirk on her face, couldn’t pass up an opportunity.
VEL: Oh, so this Whitty? Pre-poked the Warlock?
Clay looks back at the Priestess
CLAY: Pre-poked? hmmm ok. yeah, that’s one way to put it.
Nicola furries her brow, and buts in.
NIC: Wait, that Onyx elf in your home is “the Mage?” You mean, “The mage!”
Nicola gives the Priestess a sharp look
NIC: I would have liked to know that… err… Clara!
VEL: She is a Warlock my dear Barbarian, a Warlock. Because I did not want you to waste our time, I want to get this gem, get to the door and open that mother fucker. Once this is all settled we can have a great picnic with sweetrolls and beef strips where we can talk, laugh and pat each other on the ass.
Chance: shaking my head and look at Velencia
Chan: Yes, Khamyra is the Warlock and the mother of my children
DMaster: Clay almost spits out his drink
CLAY: KIDS?! You? have Kids? Like Plural?
Velencia gets this warm smile on her face
VEL: They are adorable,
Chance: Chan: yes, identical twins
DMaster: VEL: Yes, they look like their mother, thank Finster
she snorts a little, throws the rest of her rations into the grass.
VEL: OK, lets ride
Chance: nod my head and get back on Toby
DMaster: After 3 hours they stop moving directly west. They are hunting around. After another hour, Nicola spots it. Pointing. Just in the distance
NIC: There it is!
You were sweating it, Velencia giving you the evil eye and all.
CLAY: I’ll be damned, a farmhouse
Chance: Chan: just like I said there would be
Shake my head.
DMaster: Velencia walks in, stops immediately, and walks back out
VEL: Oh my god it smells in there.
The girl walks in, plugging her nose, she carries out some half skeleton animals, and other things like feces.
CLAY: Maybe we should make sure the doors are closed when we leave tomorrow. That way if we want to stay here on the way back, we won’t have uninvited guests.
The blonde girl is opening up windows, and doors. It’s windy enough, it gusts through the house. Eventually the place is palatable. Food is made, eaten, drinks drank, etc. You and Nicola are setting up in the living room. Clay and the Priestess have been making goo goo eyes at each other for half the night. They find a farther room, dragging the blonde girl with them. It’s just you and Nicola sitting on some old chairs.
Chance: Chan: so Nicola hope I am not being rude, but what’s your story?
DMaster: She has warmed up to you, a lot since the battle and she now knows you are the Champion. It’s almost now, you can’t get it her to shut up. LOL
NIC: It’s a long story, really. My father was the lead captain for the Onyx Realm regime. Then it was overthrown by Celia, and she had the loyalists hunted down and killed, not just the individual, but their family too. We went to flee, but they found us. I was pretty skilled already in battles and dispatched them with my father, but not before they killed him.
She pauses, clenches her fist.
NIC: I took over the head of the family, and we found a place a half ride from Little Bridge. But we have been struggling to make ends meet. Money is not easy to come by. We farm and hunt but it’s been really tough. I started to take some jobs, weapon for hire type stuff. That is where I met Clay. I helped him and instead of paying me, he gave me this cleaver, and that was worth it. It’s an amazing weapon.
She grabs it, tosses it to you.
You stand and swing it a few times, and it almost swings for you, it is so perfectly balanced, and the handle is perfect. You think you could do some serious damage with this cleaver.
Chance: Toss it back to her.
Chan: wow, very nice weapon I must say
DMaster: NIC: Clay introduced me to Velencia after a while. Since I am a follower of Finster, I have been doing jobs for her. She pays very well. She treats you pretty well, we have eaten very well and all our needs are met.
Chance: Nod head
Chan: Yeah, I am not going to complain… too much. She can be a bit much.
DMaster: She smiles and looks at you like “Yeah, that’s no exaggeration.” You two settle in, and fall asleep. You are awoken by a strange sound. Glance over and Nicola is sitting up in her bedroll
Chance: Chan: Nicola are you okay?
DMaster: She looks over to you, waiting for you to hear it
“Ohhh uhhhhh aaahhhh, oh right there! ooohhh ohhhhhh” coming from the far room.
“slap slap slap” echoes through the halls. The Onyx Elf shakes her head slowly.
Then some weird suction noise, and it gets quiet for a while.
Nicola’s eyes bulge a little after that and shakes her head.
NIC: What the hell was… that?!
Chance: shaking my head, look over at Nicola and cover my mouth trying not to bust out laughing
DMaster: She falls back into her bedroll and covers her head. You do the same and fall asleep quickly afterwards. You wake up, Nicola is squatting next to you
NIC: Wake Champion, it’s about 7:00 AM, I think
Chance: Chan: I know, I sleep like the dead
smirking
DMaster: NIC: They are doing something in there, but I am NOT going to see what
She has a little fear on her face, drops a ration at your side. She is chowing on one now.
Chance: Chan: well at least you are a much prettier sight than Clay looking at me when I first open my eyes.
DMaster: She smirks
NIC: I hope so
After a few more minutes they come out. Velencia is adjusting her pant leg, and walks past you. There behind her stands a man you have never seen before. Longer hair, some dirt on his face, almost looks like an elf too boot. Nicola takes a step back, squints her eyes
NIC: Damn, not bad.
Chance: eyeing this man up
DMaster: CLAY: What, is there something on my face, do I have a booger or something?
Velencia chuckles and orders the girl out to get the horses ready. The disguised man laughs
Chance: Chan: damn it Clay
DMaster: CLAY: Yeah, I may or may not have a bounty on my head in Clovendale
NIC: Great, we are riding with a felon
Velencia scoffs and bursts out laughing, she looks over to you with a playful smirk.
Chance: Shake my head.
Chan: Well, we wouldn’t want that now would we?
rolling my bedroll up. Looking over at Clay and Velencia with a raised eyebrow
Chan: just do us a favor you two
looking at Clay and Velencia
DMaster: they glance over
Chance: Chan: Keep down the noise next time, and I am not even going to ask about some of the sounds coming out of your room.
Bust out laughing
DMaster: The blonde girl comes in, skitters to a halt, starts to blush real bad. She turns and walks quickly back out the door. Velencia and Clay just laugh and finish packing. You guys munch on some rations, take a squirt and head out
VEL: We ride until we reach the first town
Chance: nod my head in response
DMaster: It’s fairly cloudy, good temperature and windy. The ride was uneventful and you make it to the outskirts of Woodchurch. It brings back memories of the journey with Khamyra, where she overdid her magic and the crazy woman with the child. You make it to the Inn, grab some grub.
VEL: We are about 2-3 hours outside Clovendale
CLAY: Yeah, can’t wait, they have a bar in that academy district, the women in there drop panties quicker than Chance rips a bow in two
Nicola spits out her drink
NIC: I am sorry
she is giggling, clay and the Priestess are chuckling
Chance: Chan: you really didn’t need to go there
shooting him a grin
Chan: Sometimes I forget my added strength, okay? Damn it gonna have to get my bow fixed when we get to Clovendale
sigh a bit
DMaster: Nicola looks at you.
NIC: Champion, that is just splinters of wood and some bolts. You will not be able to fix that.
Velencia is still chuckling, remembering.
VEL: Between you ripping a bow in half, the bag of blinding dust that the fucking howler practically ate, blondie dropping at the first sign of a sound, and you pulling the trigger only to have your bolt sit in the crossbow
She starts to giggle more
VEL: It was so sad… so sad. It’s a wonder we are still alive.
Nicola finishes her three bowls of stew and smiles
VEL: Well, Shit.
Clay closes his eyes, sighs. Everyone chuckles.
VEL: Let’s ride.
Chance: Get to stables, jump on Toby, head out.
DMaster: You ride into Clovendale. Stable your horses, and you five head in. Velencia guides you to the stronghold. She hands Clay a bag of what seems to be gold. He walks in the Stronghold. He walks back out, wide smile. You five walk to a shaded area just inside an alleyway. He rips the stuff off his face, and now he looks like Clay again.
CLAY: Paid off my bounty, we are good to go
Velencia looks at him, eyebrow raised.
CLAY: Velen… err I mean Clara paid off my bounty.
Chance: Chan: well I guess now we can breath alittle easier
shrug shoulders and smirk
DMaster: Clay walks past Velencia, smacks her ass
CLAY: Now your disguise better hold up
Her eyes grow big
VEL: Excuse you!
Rubbing her ass
Chance: eyes get big and start laughing
DMaster: You guys head into the Academy district. Find a place to chill for a while, in a Cafe. You go out and grab the info for the Quiet Gem and the group reviews it. You all grab some food there. Then retire to your rooms at the Inn next to the cafe.
Chance: Hit the hay, hoping there are no panties on my bed tonight.
Saturlay (Saturday) 5:00 AM
DMaster: You sleep decent, wake up, its still fairly dark out
Chance: get up, wash up, change clothes,gear up and look out the window waiting for the sun to come up. Then finally grab my gear and head downstairs
DMaster: Looks to be real windy out, clear skies you can see some stars, the horizon is just starting to get pink. As you descend the stairs you see Nicola, at a table, drinking some tea
Chance: Chan: morning Nicola couldn’t sleep?
DMaster: She glances up and smiles
NIC: Slept like a rock, just woke up an hour ago and decided to head down
Chance: Chan: I figured I would come down as well, instead of just looking out the window picking my ass
DMaster: You two sit, you get a mug of beanwater. You two chit chat a bit about Clay, Clara and the weather for about an hour or so. Velencia heads down looking a little less for wear, bleary eyed. She plunks down in a seat, shaking her head. You both look over to her.
VEL: Damn that Clay, before I new it, it was 3:00 AM
Chance: Glance at Nicola, then back at… Clara?
Chan: and a good morning to you? Care for some beanwater?
Motion the server to get some food and stuff over to the table.
DMaster: Clay comes bounding down the stairs, bright eyed and bushy tailed. She scowled at him. You pay for the breakfast, it’s decent enough. Everyone is eating. Nicola spreads out a map once everyone is done eating. You see Clay smirk at Velencia, slide her a small vial of something. She downs it and a look of relief washes over her face. Must have been some hangover remedy he created.
NIC: We head south, we will ride through to Little Bridge, the last stop before the Clan Lands. It’s getting tricky, the war-line is pretty much on this road, I don’t expect too much action, but if there is, it will be on the main road
VEL: Dammit
She gulps her beanwater down
VEL: They are at it again, I swear
Nicola nods her head
NIC: It might have changed again, we can ride into Little Bridge, we can stay there for the night. I know a few people who can give us updated information. Our main goal is to make it to oog-ee-ass lab hair, or usage laboratory, or… hell.
Chance: Chan: Sounds like someone stroked out while thinking of that name.
Laughing, finishing out my drink.
DMaster: The group all giggles a bit. Velencia leans forward.
VEL: Uisge-Labhair
NIC: Yes, that. A good friend of mine lives there and they can tell us exactly what is going on. We do not want to be caught in the wrong place down there.
Chance: Chan: It’s not a big deal, really.
Shrug my shoulders, sip my water.
DMaster: Nicola looks at you, wide eyes
NIC: Oh really, it’s not?
Chance: Shake my head.
Chan: Nope, I can talk to Elincia for you, if you want.
DMaster: The Dark elf is just staring at you, in amazement that you even knew that name. Clay is nodding his head, an impressed look on his face. Velencia, well, she seems less than convinced
VEL: Where did you dig that name up, Cullun?
She snorts.
Chance: Chan: No, when I had breakfast with her a year or so ago. She is very nice. Her brother, Stenbane on the other hand, he is a bit… uppity.
Remembering them, snort a little.
DMaster: They are all looking at each other then back at you.
NIC: OK, then, I guess it might not be as dangerous as I once thought.
Nicola looks over to you with a warm approving smile. Everyone finishes, goes up, grabs their stuff and heads to the stables.
VEL: Let’s ride!
Chance: Chan: I agree let’s get this show on the road
DMaster: you guys gear up, head out of Clovendale. It’s another warm one, already in the 80’s, wind a bit breezy and not a cloud in the sky.
Todd rolls another “1” – so in the next episode, the first five, we will see just what he encounters!