Chapter II - Marketplace Deals.

Organiser's Comment

Good session all. And we've finally discovered what happens when Ariea and alcohol mix; Evilness. Stay tuned for Session III on Saturday.

Plot Summary

The wagon train rolls into Loldar. Shandor, having being forced to drive all night, stops at a tavern. They explore it and talk for a while. The group, except Ariea and Mihwen's friend, Calaryn, who remain in the tavern, leave to head to the marketplace to learn everything about the thieves. When they arrive in the marketplace they split up to each stall and being interrogating the stall owners. No-one has much success. Rue is quizzing one merchant, he looks quite nervous and suddenly bolts into a house behind his stall. When Rue goes to investigate, she is knocked over by more black-robed figures fleeing from the house. The group are taken by surprise as these figures duck into crowds and weave their way through. The group engage them as best as they can. Meanwhile, at the tavern, the barkeeper heads upstairs; shortly afterwards there is a thud and a murmur. Ariea heads up to see what's wrong. The barkeeper has struck his ankle and can't walk, as Ariea tries to help him downstairs he attempts to kiss her. Infuriated, Ariea violently attacks the barkeeper, finishing by throwing him down the stairs to the bar area. Back in the marketplace, the figures have been defeated, Rue has been severely injured and the group get back to the wagon train as fast as possible as Faelnon and two aids race to heal Rue. The others enter the tavern to see the unconscious barkeep. Faelnon returns and sees a necklace around from the barkeeper, it is the symbols used by the figures that attacked them.

Shandor and Faelnon interrogate the barkeeper for a few hours before learning the course of the thieves. They also reveal what their mission is: the female dragon they defeated in Tildruin was pregnant. Its child was protected by the Order of Cothin-Cal, which was composed of Shandor's old group. The Child was stolen by the thieves. The blood of this innocent 'monster' is the power of life, the world, everything. A ritual is to be performed, using the creatures blood, that will grant the power of a god; power over cities, over the nanjarii themselves. The group have to stop this from occurring.

The group talk for a long while, a member of the group wishes to scout north, but the group all agree (even Varadrion!) that they should stay together and Ariea becomes notably sadistic and evil. Shandor theories that this is what she is like when she is drunk. Merriment is had for a while longer, surprising considering that they have just been informed of their mission. Soon after they return to the 'train to sleep.

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<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' II - Session II Begins! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

<@Narrator> The group have arrived in Muthrid, in the kingdom of Loldar. It is early morning and the wagon has been travelling all night, Shandor has been driving alone and undisturbed. There were no more figures since their first attack.

øùú Shandor yawns loudly and looks up at the sun.

øùú Shandor stops the wagon train outside an inn.

øùú Faelnon comes out of his cabin and moves up to where Shandor is, 'Why have we stopped here?'

øùú Rue feels the motion of the train stop, and she stretches and moves to the window of her room.

øùú Shandor whines, 'Because *somebody* forgot to come swap shifts with me and I am stopping for breakfast.'

øùú Faelnon rolls his eyes, 'Fine, we need to do some searching around anyway.'

øùú Faendalos walks out to where the others are

<@Narrator> Amongst the havoc of the streets two horses, with a female elf on each, wind their way through, towards the wagon train.

øùú Faelnon looks about, 'Okay, everyone, gather around.'

øùú Cyria looks out the window of her room

øùú Rue opens the door and walks onto the "bridge" that connects the trains.

øùú Faendalos asks, "What is it Faelnon?"

øùú Cyria hears Faelnon and walks over to him

øùú Echnaton comes out of the inn, sees the group and walks over and says "greetings, friends"

øùú Rue hears Faelnon call and proceeds to the front of the train.

øùú Mihwen says 'What does my eyes see'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Just gathering you all together to make sure you don't wonder about like headless sheep.

øùú Faelnon waves at Echnaton.

øùú Echnaton says "what a luck that you found me here, i still was heading for Tildruin"

øùú Faelnon hears Mihwen's voice, he spins around, 'Well, well, I see you finally got here.'

øùú Mihwen rides up to the wagons

øùú A Female Elf rides after Mihwen

øùú Faelnon turns to Echnaton, 'We just came from there, I wouldn't take that path, some unpleasant people along there.'

øùú Mihwen smiles 'long time no see old friends'

øùú Faelnon looks at Mihwen and grins, 'Long time no see....... Mihwen.'

øùú Delmar stumbles out of the inn

øùú Cyria says to Mihwen, "I am so glad you have decided to show up"

øùú A Female Elf nods at the group

øùú Faelnon nods at the stranger.

øùú Mihwen say 'Oh how rude of me, this is Calaryn'

øùú Echnaton turns over to Faendalos and Delmar " I am Echnaton"

øùú Faelnon bows, 'Greetings Calaryn.'

øùú Faendalos says, "Glad to meet you Echnaton."

øùú Delmar stares wide eyed at the gathering ' Me thinks me knows ye...' and points at Shandor

øùú Shandor looks at the dwarf, 'Well I don't know you, fortunately I'll state, just in case.'

øùú Cyria smiles, "Hello Calaryn"

øùú Faelnon turns to the others, 'Did you all sleep well? Other than the assassins I mean, was the travel okay?'

øùú Echnaton greets Calaryn

øùú Faendalos says, "Nice to meet you Calaryn."

øùú Delmar says ' good day Echnaton'

øùú Rue nods to the stranger.

øùú Mihwen smiles 'assassins... same old story Shandor? Always in action'

øùú Echnaton says "Assassins? Please tell me, if we have the time."

øùú Shandor says, 'Hey! I stayed out of it, I was just driving.... well... apart from one guy, but that was just for fun.'

øùú Rue shifts her weight and yawns.

øùú Faendalos asks, "Is anyone else hungry?"

øùú Delmar perks up at hearing "Assasins" He says' ahh, battle, me old friend.... if ye all be going into battle, I wish to join ye... me name be Delmar,'

øùú Calaryn take up an apple and takes a bite

øùú Mihwen looks at Calaryn and says 'hey that was our last one!'

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'Oh no, two apple-crazed loonies....'

øùú Varadrion sleepily walks out of his cabin and hops down to the ground

øùú Rue smirks.

øùú Rue looks at Varadrion. "Late riser?"

øùú Calaryn says 'Sorry Mihwen' and throws the apple to her

øùú Faelnon sighs again, 'And even Varadrion survived...'

øùú Varadrion smiles and says "Not usually, but I suppose there's a first time for everything"

øùú Echnaton sees Varadrion and rises his arm as greeting

øùú Varadrion bows to the group

øùú Faendalos asks, "Does anyone else want breakfast?"

øùú Varadrion raises his arm

øùú Faelnon nods, 'I'm sure the inn will accommodate.'

øùú Mihwen shakes her head 'no thanks we just ate'

øùú Shandor yawns, 'They'd better.'

øùú Faelnon enters the inn.

øùú Rue tries to blink the sleep from her eyes.

<@Narrator> The inn is quite large, several tables lined with chairs. There is a long bar area which takes up the entire left side of the inn. A long narrow corridor leads from the back of the room with several room doors leading off.

øùú Varadrion pulls his cloak around him and enters the inn

<@Narrator> There is a simple staircase with no banister leading up into an attic full of boxes of wine bottles and other barrels of alcohol.

øùú Faendalos enters the inn behind the others

<@Narrator> Ariea leaps from the 'train and enters the inn.

øùú Shandor follows.

øùú Cyria enters the inn and takes a seat at

øùú Faelnon requests a meal for the group.

øùú Delmar walks to the bar and takes a seat.

øùú Faendalos walks to the bar

øùú Rue walks in behind the others and sits near Cyria.

øùú Calaryn and Mihwen follows the group talking to each other

øùú Echnaton takes another free chair

øùú Varadrion takes a seat beside Echnaton

øùú Mihwen and Calaryn sits down and Mihwen ask Faelnon 'so what are you doing here?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Hunting thieves. And you?'

øùú Calaryn looks up 'what thieves?'

øùú Faendalos asks, "How long does it take to get some decent service?"

øùú Faendalos says, "I'm starving over here."

øùú Varadrion says "Patience"

øùú Faelnon points out, 'In order to get service, you must first tell the kind barkeep what you want..'

øùú Calaryn looks at Faendalos 'there are many persons who need food more then you'

øùú Faendalos looks at the elf blankly

øùú Rue yawns.

øùú Delmar says 'thieves eh? And what might they have stolen?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'An item.'

øùú Faendalos walks to the barkeeper and says, "I'd like some bread and cheese if you don't mind."

<@Narrator> The barkeeper nods.

øùú Rue looks over at Faelnon.

øùú Mihwen looks at Faelnon 'so what was it about assassins?'

øùú Delmar looks questioningly at Faelnon and asks ' and what item would that be? And what might make you chase after it so?'

øùú Faelnon orders some simple ingredients.

øùú Cyria talks to Rue, "So, what have you been doing after the battle?"

øùú Faendalos receives his food and walks back to his seat

øùú Faelnon says, 'The item is an object. The fact that it belongs to me would make me chase it.'

øùú Shandor orders two meals.

øùú Shandor turns and hands Ariea a plate of food, 'I hope our shop is getting on okay…'

<@Narrator> Ariea replies, 'It's fine, I left Sarah in charge.'

øùú Shandor grins, 'Exactly…'

øùú Varadrion orders a small meal

øùú Delmar barks a laugh 'well if it be a good enough reason for you than it is a good reason'

øùú Echnaton smiles "cryptic as ever, are we Faelnon?"

øùú Faendalos pretends not to pay attention to the chatter as he eats his food

øùú Varadrion chuckles softly and says "The day we get a straight answer out of him is the day we can all go home"

øùú Faelnon grins, ' Delmar, is it? It is good to know that dwarves realise that we, the elves, are a higher species.'

øùú Calaryn looks at Faelnon 'If it's your item why does all there people hunt it with you'

øùú Calaryn shakes her head

øùú Faendalos says to Calaryn, "I'm only here for the fun."

øùú Faelnon says, 'They are my friends, and I thought it would be fun to reunite them.'

øùú Rue looks over at Cyria. "Nothing of great importance."

øùú Echnaton smiles "with other words he must be really desperate."

øùú Rue sighs. "I've been trying to sort some.. things...out."

øùú Varadrion says "Although by the end of this journey, Faelnon, I doubt 'fun' will be the word"

øùú Calaryn smiles 'Friends you say, but anyone could sense that there are not only friends here'

øùú Faelnon grins, 'Are you already tiring of having your life threatened? How disappointing.'

øùú Cyria smiles, "I hope what ever you are trying to straighten out goes well"

øùú Varadrion smiles and says "If its not here, it would be somewhere else. If I must die, at least let it be for a worthy cause"

øùú Rue smiles slightly. "Thank you."

øùú Faendalos says, "I don't plan on dying, Varadrion."

øùú Varadrion says "Of course not, but then, nobody does, do they?"

øùú Echnaton grins towards Delmar "Battle is fun - as long as it goes well for yourself"

øùú Rue props her boots up on a chair. "And you? How have you spent your time since the battle with the beast?"

øùú Faelnon says, 'Are you sure you are ready for this group then? We appear to like dying, eh Shandor?'

øùú Mihwen smiles

øùú Cyria says, "But you should be ready for death anyway"

øùú Shandor , currently chewing on food, mumbles, 'Leave me outta this.'

øùú Delmar orders a ale from the bartender

øùú Echnaton asks "those assassins, please tell me about them."

øùú Varadrion scoffs at the mention of the assassins

øùú Faelnon says, 'Er, let's see, they wore all black. They tried to kill us. They, obviously, failed. We captured one, but he committed suicide.'

øùú Shandor snaps his fingers, 'Drats, I left something in my cabin, I'll be right back.'

øùú Shandor leaves the inn and heads to the wagon train.

øùú Echnaton thinks for a moment

øùú Delmar says 'I thinks that if your gonna be living in this world, ya best be ready to die in this world. There do be to many people who don’t understand that fact' Delmar grins around the room

øùú Calaryn mumbles 'may Aslaï Eithne forgive him'

øùú Rue looks up at Faelnon.

øùú Ariea peaks around for Shandor before she steals at least half of his remaining meal.

øùú Echnaton says "interesting... If they wore a kind on uniform, they for sure were not just thieves, but an organised troop

øùú Varadrion turns to Delmar and says "Accepting death early is a good way to meet it early, I plan on living a long life"

øùú Faendalos finishes his dinner and stands up

øùú Faelnon says, 'If they were organised, or even any good, we wouldn't be eating at this moment, more lying in a shallow grave on the road to Tildruin.'

øùú Varadrion nods to Faelnon

øùú Faendalos walks over and sits down next to Calaryn

øùú Delmar frowns at Varadrion and replies ' well I for sure will live as long as I must, but battle is a harsh mistress, ya never know when or how she shall strike. Best to watch your face and protect your wee ones while you can' Grins at him

øùú Calaryn look at the male elf

øùú Calaryn says 'Didn’t catch your name,'

øùú Calaryn says 'I'm Calaryn.'

øùú Faendalos answers, "I'm Faendalos."

øùú Faendalos asks, "Where are you from?"

øùú Calaryn looks at Faendalos 'I'm from a village deep in the A’lure'

øùú Calaryn says 'You seem to be new to the group'

øùú Ariea nears Calaryn, 'Do you miss A'lure? I used to love living there.'

øùú Faendalos answers, "Yes, I am new."

øùú Varadrion sighs

øùú Calaryn looks at Ariea 'Yes I do, I would like to return one day but my call is more important'

øùú Faendalos says, "I was raised in A'lure but I don't consider myself fully a child of A’lure."

øùú Ariea looks about, and notes the lack of Shandor. She drums her fingers on a table impatiently.

øùú Rue shifts in her chair restlessly.

øùú Varadrion gets up and walks to the bar

øùú Delmar Takes his ale and sits in the corner away from the others.

øùú Calaryn smiles at Ariea 'men are always men'

<@Narrator> A female elf enters the inn, swiftly moves over to Mihwen and begins quietly talking with her.

øùú Varadrion comes back with a small glass of wine

øùú Ariea smiles at Calaryn.

øùú Calaryn asks 'How long have you been married?'

øùú Faendalos asks, "Why are you here Calaryn?"

øùú Mihwen stands up and looks at the group

øùú Ariea turns to Calaryn, 'Well, we didn't get married by proper elven standards, but over a year now.'

øùú Ariea sighs, 'I wonder why Shandor is shying away from an Elven marriage.'

øùú Faelnon moves over to Ariea and shrugs, 'I guess he just doesn't like a big fuss.'

øùú Mihwen says 'looks like I have to leave you; urgent news'

øùú Ariea cocks an eyebrow, 'Shandor? We're talking about Shandor, right?'

øùú Faelnon nods, 'It was good seeing you again Mihwen.'

øùú Varadrion laughs and looks to Ariea "Exactly what I was about to say"

øùú Echnaton smiles and nods

øùú Mihwen hugs all her old friends before she walks towards the door.

øùú Calaryn says 'Excuse me a moment' as she follows Mihwen to the door

øùú Faelnon turns back to Ariea and nods, with a small half-smile, 'Good point, I guess he doesn't love you anymore.'

øùú Ariea grins, 'Oh woe-is-me you are right!'

øùú Rue waves to Mihwen.

øùú Faelnon smiles deliberately being melodramatic, 'Ariea, I love you, I'll whisk you away to the mountains and we'll be free!'

øùú Ariea is on the verge of laughing, 'Oh Faelnon! I love you too!'

øùú Varadrion laughs

<@Narrator> Shandor, who had been standing at the doorway this entire time, asks, 'What the hell is going on?'

øùú Echnaton laughs

øùú Faendalos raises an eyebrow inquisitively as Calaryn leaves

øùú Varadrion points to Faelnon and says "He’s after Ariea I think" and winks

øùú Calaryn walks back to the group

øùú Faelnon jumps back into his seat, 'Oh nothin'... certainly wasn't planning to kick you off a cliff and go and marry Ariea. No sir-ee.'

øùú Rue bursts out laughing.

øùú Calaryn says ‘Excuse me but where were we?'

<@Narrator> Shandor chuckles, 'And a good thing too, knowing you, you'd just miss with your kick and go flying off the cliff. And then who would be here to marry Ariea?'

øùú Faelnon coughs, 'Okay, so... my current plan-'

øùú Rue looks around idly.

<@Narrator> Shandor interrupts, 'Other than planning to marry my wife...'

øùú Varadrion says "The plan?"

øùú Faelnon resumes, 'Other than doing what Shandor said, was to go to the marketplace and ask around for anything relating to thieving groups.'

øùú Rue nods.

øùú Faendalos says, "Than lets go. It is no use just sitting here."

øùú Varadrion says "Well its not exactly gonna be easy to find anything"

øùú Faelnon says, 'Also, anyone bragging about an attack on a wagon train, although, I doubt anyone survived from the attackers.'

øùú Calaryn smiles 'Faelnon wouldn’t a bar be a better place for that?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'If you feel like it, some of you can stay here and rest, the 'train isn't the most comfortable place. Shandor, please guard the 'train. Calaryn, this bar is empty, there might be more near the marketplace.'

øùú Ariea instantly finds a couch to sit down on, 'You guys go on, don't worry about me... and the food... and the comfy seats.'

øùú Faendalos says, "Well I'm going."

øùú Calaryn smiles 'Think I’ll keep Ariea company, don’t want her to be lonely'

øùú Rue laughs, and goes outside.

øùú Varadrion stands and says "I'll join you"

øùú Faelnon nods, and heads outside.

øùú Faendalos asks Calaryn, "Are you sure you don't want to come?"

øùú Cyria walks outside and looks around

øùú Ariea groans, 'Oh sure, leave me all alone. You don't want to annoy me, if Shandor was still here, he'd agree.'

øùú Echnaton leaves the inn

øùú Calaryn looks at Faendalos 'dirty market or soft comfy seats, hmm hard choice.'

øùú Ariea smiles at Calaryn.

øùú Calaryn walks up to Ariea

øùú Faelnon shrugs, 'Okay, let's go!'

øùú Faendalos lowers his head and replies, "Okay..." and then walks out the door.

øùú Faelnon leads the group to a marketplace where merchants are hollering over each other.

<@Narrator> ''Ello! You there! Yes, you sirs, and madams, excellent deal on these new silver swords! All repairs are half-price!'

øùú Faendalos scoffs at the filthy peasant

<@Narrator> 'Get a lovely piece of deer and get a piece of veal free!'

øùú Rue looks at the grimy merchants and sighs.

øùú Faendalos perks up, "Sounds great, I'll take both!"

øùú Varadrion pulls his cloak tightly around him and looks around

øùú Faelnon looks about, 'Okay, well, everyone, take a merchant each and just ask about thieves groups, anyone boasting around or anything... And I guess Faendalos will take that one.'

øùú Faendalos puts down a couple gold coins and buys a little meat

øùú Ariea turns to Calaryn, 'So, how did you and Mihwen first meet?'

øùú Varadrion says "I'll look around for they usual thief and assassin hideouts, I'm sure there are quite a few here"

øùú Faelnon heads over to the merchant who was hollering about his sword deals, 'Nice weapons…' Faelnon states, tapping the bronze hilt of one; in reality he would rather fight with a sharp stick than one of these 'weapons', but a little lie wouldn't hurt.

øùú Echnaton agrees and joins Varadrion

øùú Rue walks to a merchant booth and stares at the merchandise.

øùú Calaryn says 'we've been friends since early age, we were born in the same village'

øùú Varadrion walks into a dark alley

øùú Ariea nods.

øùú Calaryn says

øùú Faelnon picks up a sword, 'How much?' 'Oh, about twenty.' Faelnon instantly replaces the blade. 'So, er, where do you get your blades?' 'Oh, a smithy in Tildruin.'

øùú Faendalos asks the merchant, "So what else do you have?"

øùú Faelnon grins inwardly, 'Tildruin, eh? I have a friend up that way, I might recommend him, he obviously does great work.'

øùú Rue shakes her head and walks away.

øùú Calaryn says 'but when her mother died she started to travel with her father'

øùú Rue finds another merchant and begins quizzing him, "So… where are you from?" She tries. The merchant replies, "I’m from here, myself."

øùú Ariea nods sadly, 'I heard about that.'

øùú Cyria looks around at the different stands and merchants for anyone suspicious

øùú Varadrion walks toward a few people sitting in the darkness of the alley

øùú Rue looks at the merchant's wares, "This here-" she picks up a small amulet, "My friend had one just like it. Shame it was stolen though." The merchant shuffles a bit, "Oh, so sorry to hear that."

øùú Merchant turns to the elf and says, "I have beef, lamb, veal, venison, and pork."

øùú Faendalos says, "I'll take a little of each."

øùú Faelnon looks about the marketplace.

øùú Varadrion has a short conversation with them, and then returns from the alley

øùú Rue looks at the amulet in closer detail, she didn’t know anyone who had anything remotely similar, but she had a hunch. She begins rubbing at a scratch, "How odd, my friend’s amulet had a scratch just like this." The merchant looks quite uncomfortable, "Really now? Oh, could you excuse me for one moment?" Before Rue can answer, the merchant jets off into a house behind him.

øùú Merchant asks the elf, "So what is your business in Loldar?"

øùú Rue follows slowly, she is in the doorway when a figure charges past her, knocking her to the ground. Two windows smash as black-clothed figures leap from the windows.

øùú Faendalos answers, "None of yours."

<@Narrator> The black-clothed figures are identical to those the group met the night prior.

øùú Faelnon looks at the cobble-stone work for a moment.

øùú Varadrion walks back to Faelnon but says nothing

øùú Rue stares dumbly at the black-clothed figures before yelling. "Faelnon! They're here!"

øùú Faelnon looks at Rue, he hollers, 'Get them!'

<@Narrator> The figures have already taken off into the crowd.

øùú Merchant hears the yells and grabs the elf

øùú Varadrion races off after one of the figures

øùú Rue chases after the figures as fast as she can, shoving through the crowd.

øùú Faelnon grabs one of the swords from the merchants stall and sets of after, shouting, 'Sorry, will return soon!'

øùú Faendalos pulls out a short-sword and rams it into the merchants bowls

øùú Varadrion pushes through the crowd, still chasing the figure

øùú Echnaton rushes after the running guys

øùú Faendalos then flips the merchant over his back

øùú Rue pulls her sword from its sheath and the crowd in front of her parts.

<@Narrator> One of the figures has climbed onto a roof while the other two are ducking between stalls. Meanwhile, a few more try sneaking out from the house.

øùú Varadrion finds some crates and hops up onto the roof behind the figure

øùú Faendalos puts the sword to the merchants throat

øùú Cyria looks up at the roof and races after the figure

øùú Faendalos says, "Tell me everything you know!"

øùú Faelnon says, 'Don't let them escape, even if that does require certain blades going through certain chests.

øùú Echnaton decides not to chase the fleeing man, but instead goes back to the house

øùú Varadrion dives at the figure, and both of them fall off the roof

øùú Merchant stammers, "N-N-Nothing..."

øùú Rue catches up to one of the figures and swings her sword at it, only managing to gash his arm.

øùú Faelnon dives through a stall and tackles one of them to the ground.

øùú Echnaton on his way to the house directly runs into one of the black-clothed men

øùú Varadrion stammers to his feet, the figure still laying on the ground

øùú Faelnon swings his sword in fury, the figure brings his sword up. The two collide and Faelnon's shatters.

øùú Faelnon is stunned as he is kicked into a stall, 'How cheap are these things?'

øùú Faendalos yells into his face, "What do you know!?"

øùú Faelnon flings the hilt of the ex-sword at the figure, but misses.

øùú Faelnon sprints after

øùú Cyria finds a spot where she can climb onto the roof, meanwhile the figure jumps onto another nearby roof

øùú Rue leaps onto the figure on they both tumble into a stall, causing the wood to splinter.

øùú Merchant refuses to answer

øùú Varadrion holds down the figure he fell with and yells "I've got one"

øùú Faelnon dives at the figure, but misses.

øùú Faendalos punches the merchant in the face multiple times, knocking him out

øùú Echnaton recognises whom he ran into and rams his fist into the side if the guy

øùú Cyria sprints toward the end of the roof and jumps to the next one

øùú Faendalos yells, "I've got one, and he's still alive!"

øùú Varadrion falls backwards as the figure runs away

øùú Varadrion draws a dagger and throws it into the back of his knee, and the figure falls to the ground again

øùú Faendalos looks around for some more of them

øùú Faelnon charges into a crowd and stumbles, falling into the ground.

øùú Rue pins the figure and holds her sword up to his face. "Who are you?" she demands. The figure quickly kicks her in the stomach, and Rue gasps for breath. As the figure attempts to get away, she thrusts her sword forward, shoving it into its leg.

øùú Varadrion stands over the figure and draws his sword

øùú Cyria smiles as the figure looks over the edge and has no where to go

<@Narrator> The figures decide not to run, they begin drawing weapons and prepare to attack whoever was once chasing them.

øùú Echnaton kick up his foot in the belly of the figure already arching due to pain. the man goes down unconscious.

øùú Varadrion sees the other figures stop and quickly plunges his sword into the figures back

øùú Faendalos runs up behind Faelnon

øùú Faelnon get to his feet.

øùú Varadrion pulls his sword out of it's back and runs to the group

øùú Faelnon looks about, and sees a black hood moving through the crowd towards him.

øùú Rue stands and brushes her tunic. Before she looks up, she feels a blinding pain in her skull and crumples to the ground.

øùú Faendalos is out of breath but manages to say, "I think my merchant has connections to them."

øùú Echnaton continues heading for the house

øùú Cyria sighs to herself, "He is not going to make this easy is he..." as he prepares to leap over the edge

øùú Faelnon grabs a dagger and prepares to stab the figure when a small child runs past him. He is disorientated when a blade stabs forward, striking his arm.

øùú Faendalos watches as figures circle around him

øùú Faendalos says, "Guys I think I might need help!"

øùú Varadrion runs to the figures surrounding Faendolas and stabs in the back, while kicking another in the back of the head

øùú Echnaton sees one of the figures going after him

øùú Cyria sprints to the figure as he leaps over the edge, and manages to grab onto a part of his clothing

øùú Faendalos pulls out his sword and slashes at the figures

øùú Echnaton takes his bow from the shoulder, but the guy is already too close for a shot

øùú Faelnon looks about for the figure that had stabbed him.

øùú Varadrion grabs another figure and cuts its throat, before ducking a slash

øùú Faendalos kicks another one, and then is stabbed in the arm

øùú Varadrion draws a dagger and throws it into the one that stabbed Faelnon and yells "Take him down"

øùú Echnaton takes the bow with both hands, holds it horizontally and leaps forward, tight into the guy. The bow strikes the guys larynx, he goes down with a wheeze

øùú Faelnon runs towards the merchant's stall with the swords. he climbs onto its wooden roof, with several swords and daggers.

øùú Cyria starts to pull the figure up, but the he pulls a knife and stabs it into Cyria’s hand, causing him to fall off the roof and into an alleyway

øùú Faendalos yells, "Ooouuucchhh!"

øùú Faelnon shrugs, 'These might not be good for fighting, but they might be good for throwing.'

øùú Faelnon picks up a broadsword and sees the amount of innocent people, he sets it down, 'On second thought, a dagger might be better.'

øùú Faendalos slashes at the figures multiple times but they won't back off

øùú Varadrion sheathes his sword and draws two daggers

øùú Dynello emerges from the crowd, grabbing one of Faendalos' assailants by the hood

øùú Faelnon picks up a dagger and takes aim, he throws it as hard as he can towards the figures around Faendalos and hopes that it doesn't strike the elf.

øùú Dynello says quietly "hello,...goodbye" tossing the shady character into a beam of the marketing stall

øùú Faendalos dodges an incoming dagger

øùú Varadrion stabs of the figures that’s are bothering Faendolas in the back of the head

øùú Faendalos says, "Thank you.."

øùú Cyria tears a piece of her shirt and wraps it around her wounded hand

øùú Faendalos asks, "What is your name?"

øùú Dynello just smiles and turns to Faelnon- yelling "Is there a Javelin or a Halbred in that pile?"

øùú Dynello replies to Faendalos, "Call me Dyn, for now."

øùú Faendalos strikes the last figure with his sword

øùú Faendalos replies, "okay"

øùú Varadrion grabs a figure and holds his dagger to his throat as the group finishes up

øùú Cyria slowly starts to ascend from the building

øùú Echnaton sees the strangely small man choking, leaves him and enters the house

øùú Faendalos spots another figure running across the roof-tops

øùú Dynello walks over to Cyria, "Are you Alright?"

øùú Faendalos pulls out his bow and shoots the figure

øùú Varadrion looks around and wonders whether to finish him

øùú Faendalos watches the figure fall off the roofs and fall onto the street

øùú Cyria says, "I am fine, I have had worse wounds"

øùú Dynello shrugs

øùú Varadrion cuts it's throat and drops him, before running up to Faelnon

øùú Faendalos rushes over to the last figure, but finds him dead

øùú Cyria says, "We should get to that alleyway to see if that man who jumped from the building is still alive"

øùú Dynello finds a Javelin in Faelnon's pile of weapons, hefting it over his shoulder

øùú Faendalos leaves the others, and goes back to the merchant he left behind

øùú Faelnon hops off his stall, notes the peeved look on the merchant's face and moves swiftly away.

øùú Faelnon looks about and spots Rue.

øùú Cyria walks slowly toward the ally that the man fell into

øùú Faelnon says, 'Ah Dynello, well, they were some..... rather annoyed people.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'I don't think I can give you anymore, we don't really know a lot about them.'

øùú Dynello replies, raising an eyebrow, "Just annoyed eh?"

øùú Faendalos find the body of the merchant has been stabbed multiple times; he is dead

øùú Echnaton starts to investigate the house.

øùú Faendalos spots Rue lying on the ground nearby

øùú Cyria yells to Faelnon, "Come here quick, I caught one who is still alive!"

øùú Varadrion kicks one of the corpses and curses loudly in elven

øùú Faelnon follows Calaryn.

<@Narrator> The barkeeper heads up into the storeroom. Soon after there is a low murmur and a thud.

øùú Dynello follows close behind Faelnon

øùú Ariea looks towards the staircase, 'Hello? Are you alright? Do you need help?'

<@Narrator> No answer.

øùú Faendalos finds that Rue is knocked out so he picks her up and heads toward the others

øùú Varadrion decides to walk back to the bar

øùú Ariea gets up from her seat and moves to the staircase, she begins to climb it. The room upstairs is quite dark, but she can make the forms of the barrels and boxes out. She spots a humanoid figure hunched over a barrel, 'Are you alright?'

øùú Calaryn looks at Ariea 'guess not'

<@Narrator> The barkeep turns and nods, 'Aye, I hit my shin on a loose bolt,' He is sitting on an empty barrel rubbing his shin feverously.

øùú Ariea looks at Calaryn, 'He's okay, I think.'

øùú Echnaton finds the house empty and returns to the others outside

øùú Faelnon continues to follow Cyria.

øùú Calaryn walks up to Ariea

øùú Cyria says, "Both is legs look broken from the fall from the roof"

øùú Faendalos finds Faelnon and tells him, "Rue is unconscious. I think she needs to be healed."

øùú Dynello tosses the heavy Javelin into a bale of hay, "It's been far too long since I've picked one of those up."

øùú Dynello panting slightly

øùú Echnaton returns to the two bodies he left, one is meanwhile dead, the other guy still unconscious

øùú Calaryn looks at Ariea 'what happened to him?'

øùú Cyria arrives in the ally and points to the figure

øùú Faelnon rubs his temples to think for a moment, 'Okay, Cyria, tie this guy up, that is, if he survives, which doesn't look likely at the moment. As for Rue? I have some healing supplies in my cabin, please take her there, I'll follow in a moment.'

øùú Echnaton loads up the knocked out one and heads for the group

øùú Dynello still following behind Faelnon, cursing and whining about sore joints.

øùú Ariea calls down to Calaryn, 'Just hurt his shin a wee bit.'

<@Narrator> 'Argh, blasted thing! I can't walk!' The barkeep yells. He pauses for a moment before looking towards Ariea, 'This isn't very gentlemanly of me, but could you help me downstairs?'

øùú Ariea nods and moves over. The barkeep stands up on his one good foot and leans on Ariea as they begin to hobble over to the staircase.

øùú Faendalos answers Faelnon, "I don't think she'll last that long."

øùú Cyria picks the man up and slowly carries him back to the market so she can get some rope

øùú Faelnon says, 'Then it is best that you get her to my healing supplies, isn't it?'

øùú Faendalos puts Rue on the ground and opens up his pack

<@Narrator> The barkeep's ploy has worked and he tries to kiss her.

øùú Varadrion walks into the bar and sits down

øùú Dynello turns to Faelnon, "I have a horse, tied in the marketplace."

øùú Ariea falls away in shock as the barkeeper grins, 'What the Tarkna are you doing?!' The barkeeper grins, 'Ah come on, lover boy o' yours left you all alone, you must be pretty annoyed with him, want to get a little vengeance?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Then get it and bring Rue to the 'train, I'm going there now.'

øùú Dynello continues "If I could get to it and to Rue, we could get her there faster..."

øùú Faelnon sets off that way.

øùú Dynello nods

øùú Ariea stands up angrily, 'I'll show you vengeance!' She brings her leg up, striking the barkeeper in the stomach, he doubles over as Ariea brings up her knee into his face.

øùú Dynello dashes toward the marketplace and his mount.

øùú Ariea delivers a powerful punch to the barkeep, who goes sprawling into a barrel of ale. He stumbles away from it, just in time to have Ariea sweep the feet from under him.

øùú Faendalos pulls out a couple of leaves of a healing plant

øùú Ariea grins as the barkeep gets back up, Ariea leaps up on a nearby barrel and leaps into the air, doing her best to deliver a kick to the barkeep's head. The barkeep growls and is sent sprawling into a case of wine bottles, which promptly smash and spill their contents over the floor.

øùú Faelnon looks towards the bar as he hears all of the commotion going on, 'Just what the Tarkna is going on now?'

øùú Faendalos rubs the leaves on her wounds

øùú Dynello yells from atop his horse, "Faendalos, where is she?"

øùú Ariea grabs the barkeeper by the shirt and drags him to his feet (aided by him trying to stand up). 'And this is for trying to kiss me you sick jerk!' She began charging and used the momentum of the barkeep to send him flying towards the staircase.

øùú Dynello notes to himself, "Faendalos...where are YOU."

øùú Faendalos answers, "Here she is. Get her back quickly!"

<@Narrator> The barkeeper tumbles down the stairs in a very painful manner as a small necklace snaps from his neck and takes off into the air.

øùú Faelnon catches the necklace as it heads straight for his face.

øùú Dynello pulls Rue up to the saddle.

øùú Ariea starts down the stairs, 'And another thing you worthless excuse for a life- Oh, hello Faelnon.'

øùú Echnaton reaches the inn with his load

<@Narrator> Shandor comes running into the inn, 'What's going on? Ariea, are you alright?'

øùú Dynello asks Faendalos, "Which direction is the train?"

øùú Ariea stands quite proudly, 'I am fine, I can't say the same for him however.'

øùú Faendalos says, "Take care of her!"

øùú Dynello controlling panic, "Which direction is the train?"

øùú Faendalos answers, "east"

øùú Faelnon , who had been studying the necklace, states, 'Nor can I. Shandor, please tie this man up. He works for the same people who attacked us last night and tried fleeing from us just now.'

øùú Dynello nods

øùú Dynello digs his heels into the side of his mount and heads east.

<@Narrator> Shandor nods silently and complies.

øùú Faendalos watches Dynello race off, and follows behind him on foot

øùú Echnaton places the unconscious guy on a chair, ties him up and asks "what shall we do with him now?"

øùú Faelnon leaves the inn and looks about for Dynello.

øùú Ariea suggests, smiling, 'Start a collection?'

øùú Dynello pulls up in front of Faelnon, Rue slumping in the saddle ahead of him.

øùú Faelnon says, 'Help me get her into my cabin, I have a chest for supplies.’

øùú Faendalos sees the merchant stand from earlier and stops to fill his pack full of the meats

øùú Dynello slides down the side of the horse and gently lifts Rue out of the saddle.

øùú Dynello says to Faelnon, "lead the way."

øùú Echnaton looks at the barkeeper and grins "if nothing else works, you can play with him"

øùú Faendalos races through the town to the wagons

øùú Ariea grins at Echnaton, 'Yes, but I left my broadsword on the 'train.'

øùú Faendalos finally reaches the wagon train

øùú Faelnon helps Rue into his cabin, he sets her down on his bed before opening his chest.

øùú Echnaton looks again at the barkeeper and asks "who needs a sword?"

øùú Dynello stands in a corner of the room silently.

øùú Faelnon flips through ingredients, 'Hmm, lets see... ah ha! This should do.'

øùú Faendalos asks, "Where is Rue? Is she okay?"

øùú Cyria puts the man down for a second looks to see if he is still alive

øùú Dynello looks at Faelnon, "Is Shandor still with you?"

øùú Faelnon grabs a handful of ingredients and quickly grinds them up in the mortar and pestle.

øùú Cyria gets up and heads back to the inn

øùú Faendalos spots Rue in Faelnon's cabin and runs over there

øùú Faendalos asks, "Is she okay?"

øùú Faelnon turns to Dynello, handing him a small vial of juice, from the ground up ingredients, 'Pour that down her throat, it'll help with the pain if she wakes up before I'm done.'

øùú Faendalos stammers, "Is she okay Faelnon? Is she okay?"

øùú Dynello complies with Faelnon's instructions, doing exactly as he is told.

øùú Faelnon flips to a different section on the chest and grabs a few bandages and other ingredients. He takes a vial and pours its contents onto the bandages, ' Faendalos, could you wrap that around the wound? Should heal them right up, its awfully painful though, well, for the victim. Just make sure none of the potion gets into your eyes.'

øùú Faendalos answers, "Okay. Glad to help in any way."

øùú Cyria enters the inn, "The guy that fell off the roof died while I was bringing him here"

øùú Dynello face set in a grim line...holding Rue's shoulders to the bed, lest she wake up in agony.

øùú Ariea looks at Cyria, 'Aw, what a shame, help me make sure these bonds are painfully tight on this guy, would you?'

øùú Dynello hears a familiar voice, "Ariea?"

<@Narrator> Shandor grins, 'Why Ariea, what a sadistic side you have. At least now I know why I married you.'

øùú Echnaton asks Ariea "With so men running from us... you really got no idea, what we are after?"

øùú Ariea says, 'I know what we are after. I'm just not telling.'

øùú Echnaton shakes his head and smiles

øùú Varadrion says "Figures"

øùú Dynello wanders once again into a corner of the room, drained from all the commotion.

øùú Cyria ties the bonds painfully tight on the man

øùú Echnaton reminds the 'prisoner' on the chair and starts to examine him

øùú Faelnon says, 'Okay, Rue will hopefully sleep for at least tonight, does someone want to stay with her?'

øùú Dynello says quietly, "I've got nowhere to go...

øùú Dynello notes, "Might as well stay, if she wouldn't mind waking up to a strangers face. I have some scant healing supplies in my saddle pack."

øùú Dynello smiles slightly, "Mainly painkillers for saddle burn."

øùú Faelnon nods to Dynello before heading to the inn.

øùú Dynello quickly runs down to retrieve his saddlebags, and back up to the room.

øùú Dynello pulls up a chair and pulls a small journal out of his pack, sitting and writing quietly.

øùú Isondil enters the inn and looks around and say's 'hello my friends I hope I find you well?'

øùú Faendalos sees he is no longer needed so he retreats from the cabin

øùú Faelnon looks at Isondil, points to the wound on his arm, points to the two prisoners and points to the tired group. He shrugs and grins, 'Yep, as well as normal.'

øùú Dynello scribbling quietly in his Journal- seated next to Rue's bed.

øùú Isondil smiles and say's ' So as well as can be expected then'

øùú Dynello notes to Faelnon, "too much excitement for the reunion I had in mind, Faelnon, but what else could I have expected eh?"

<@Narrator> Faelnon and Shandor interrogate the two figures for several hours before they finally reveals that the group that attacked the old Spirit's Saviours headed north.

øùú Faelnon complains, 'I feel like I should be a dungeon keeper, not a healer, the amount of interrogation that goes on around here.

øùú Faelnon mutters quietly to Shandor, 'Our path is clear, we head north in pursuit.'

øùú Shandor switches to the strange language that it seems only Faelnon and Shandor know -+- They must have taken It with them, It is a rather noticeable thing. We should tell them what is going on though, unlike last time…-+-

øùú Faelnon nods, -+-Okay,-+- He sighs before addressing the group, 'Could everyone gather around please.'

øùú Dynello peels himself out of his chair, groaning.

øùú Isondil stands up and moves over towards Faelnon

øùú Echnaton murmurs loud enough that everybody can hear it " I hate it if they do this..."

øùú Faelnon says, 'Everyone sitting comfortably? And with a strong drink I hope...'

øùú Echnaton says exept the drink, i am ready", and listens in expectation

<@Narrator> OOC Big long spiel coming up

øùú Faelnon waits a moment before launching into an explanation, 'As you all know we fought (and won) against a dragon, who was female.'

øùú Echnaton even turns the ears forward to Faelnon and Shandor

øùú Faelnon says, 'This dragon was… pregnant. The offspring survived the battle, protected in its mother's womb. Shandor, I, and a select few founded an order known as the Order of Cothin-Cal. This order was set up to protect the offspring from danger and fools who think they can tame it and harness its power.'

øùú Faelnon continues, 'The central building of the Order was located on the outskirts of Tildruin, recently it was annihilated, the keepers (recruited from a trusted selection) were slaughtered and It was stolen. At the moment it does not pose too much danger as a dragon, but a much greater danger as something else.'

øùú Faelnon continues, 'It is thought that the blood of the innocent 'monster' holds the true key to power. Power over us, cities, the nanjarii and even the universe. While this will not destroy the world, it will forever change it.'

øùú Faelnon continues, 'In order to gain this power one must perform a ritual in a place that at this time we are trying to decipher.'

øùú Shandor takes over, 'We learnt all of this from writings on the walls of the original Dragon's prison. While all connections to the room were severed, one entrance was built, a simple trap door in my shop.'

øùú Shandor says, 'We began translating it and learnt of this child, the writings said that it could survive indefinitely in its mother's womb. It also told of the true power of the creature.'

øùú Shandor says, 'It began to tell of how to perform the ritual, but when we discovered that section we sealed it off and barricaded my entrance. We could not take the chance that any of us could be tortured for information, or that any notes we translated would be stolen.

øùú Faelnon resumes, 'However, it appears we were not as careful as we thought and that whoever stole It intends to gain godly powers. This must be stopped.'

øùú Faelnon breathes deeply before stating, 'And that's it, that's why we really brought you together.'

øùú Varadrion sighs

øùú Dynello sighs, "And here I stumbled in to all of this all over again. Just like last time."

øùú Dynello laughs dryly

øùú Faelnon turns to Varadrion, 'So sorry I couldn't have told you we were going to the magical candy land...'

øùú Dynello turns to Faelnon, "and I thought I'd gotten away from you crazy adventurers."

øùú Isondil sighs and say's ' So the same sort of 'fun' as last time then'

øùú Dynello thumps him on the back

øùú Shandor perks up, 'There's a magical candy land?'

øùú Faendalos nods, "So that is what this is all about..."

øùú Dynello laughs

<@Narrator> 'Later sweetie,' Comes Ariea's bemused voice.

øùú Dynello sits, smiling to himself.

øùú Shandor sighs, 'I say we go find this candy land and forget about the other thing.

øùú Isondil smiles

øùú Cyria says, "That must mean that who ever stole the notes knew about them in the first place"

øùú Faelnon says, 'I suggest we keep certain elves quiet, lest they be struck upside the head with a crowbar.'

øùú Dynello says to Shandor, "My horse would be forever in your debt."

øùú Faelnon nods to Cyria.

øùú Cyria asks, "Who knew about this discovery you made then?"

øùú Isondil say's 'So then you must have a good idea to who stole them is?'

øùú Shandor 's voice takes on a more serious tone, 'Someone in the Order could be a traitor.'

øùú Echnaton still listens

øùú Varadrion sighs again "This just keeps getting better and better"

øùú Faelnon looks at Shandor, 'The Order is not guilty, think about it, the Order is composed of you, myself, Ariea, Thor, Thinn, Totil and three Wise Elves, exactly who will betray us?'

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'Any questions?'

øùú Varadrion says "not really, no"

øùú Faendalos answers, "Where are we going?"

øùú Isondil says 'And no-one else could have found out other than members of the Order?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'We learnt that the Child went north, so we'll go north. Perhaps not the best plan, but the only one we have.'

øùú Varadrion says "Oh, so we don't even really know where it is other then 'North'"?

øùú Faelnon says, 'I doubt it, we kept the highest security, our base is in A'lure surrounded by trusted guards.'

øùú Faendalos says, "Sounds good. My bow need some good exercise."

øùú Echnaton says "whoever got that thingy, if is first a mayor transportation task, and second cannot be done by just a few persons.’

øùú Varadrion asks "How big is the child"

øùú Faelnon says, 'It is about the size of one of our wagons. I could be quite easily concealed, if they had powerful enough magics.... or a big enough crate.'

øùú Echnaton continues "as they cant show the dragon-baby open, we might be looking for a more or less large and well guarded transport."

øùú Faelnon nods, 'Indeed.'

øùú Faendalos asks, "So why were the children after us?"

øùú Faelnon says, 'I would say that they were paid by whoever stole the Child to hold us up, or kill us. Or they were part of some unforeseen plan, they all had identical uniforms, rather odd if you ask me.'

øùú Echnaton smiles sadly "cheap to hold, easy to control and manipulate..."

øùú Varadrion says "If we run into them again I will personally start separating heads from bodies"

øùú Faendalos says, "Sounds good to me."

øùú Cyria says, "wouldn't it make sense to have a smaller group to guard the dragon? They would get too much attention if there was a well guarder group walking around if you ask me."

øùú Faelnon says, 'They could be travelling under illusions, for all we know, they are going around as a circus...'

øùú Faendalos says, "Maybe it is a distraction."

øùú Varadrion says "For the size of the dragon, they'll get enough attention anyways"

øùú Faendalos says, "Maybe they are transporting it on a barge down the river."

øùú Echnaton says "lets stay with that transport for a moment A large wagon needs roads and hardly can travel through mountains. "

øùú Faelnon shrugs, 'I could think of a few excuses to keep it quiet, I mean, we did look after it for over a year. And we transported it from Tildruin to A'lure a few times.'

øùú Varadrion looks up "Why A'lure?"

øùú Echnaton looks at Faendalos "good point, a ship is also an alternative. And probably less spectacular than a huge wagon"

øùú Faelnon says, 'Our base was there, and we had the most resources at hand.'

øùú Isondil nods

øùú Faendalos says, "Possibly we could send out a party of scouts to find it?"

øùú Faelnon nods, 'Yes, but there would be no way to get the Child across land, from what we can gather from what we have translated, the ritual takes place here, well, not here-here, but not on a foreign island or dimension. They didn't have those things when the ritual was invented.'

øùú Varadrion says "We would be our own best scouts if we move quickly"

øùú Faelnon says, 'An interesting idea, but who could we trust? And who would believe us? Think about it, what would you do if I came up to and said, 'Hi, if we paid you, would you go look for a dragon. Or a really big box! Or something you can't see.'

øùú Faendalos says, "I could be a scout."

øùú Faendalos says, "I am a ranger so that is my sort of thing."

øùú Isondil smiles and say's 'But how did you transport it from Tildruin to A'lure without being seen?'

øùú Faelnon nods, 'Ah, but I think I just pointed out the next error, what if it is something we can't see? They might have put a shield around it, preventing it from being seen or anything. And if you did find it, you could be one elf against an army. Nice idea, but I wouldn't want you to get killed.'

øùú Faendalos says, "I do have many sources throughout the world and they'll be glad to help me."

øùú Varadrion says "Wouldn't a spell that causes invisibility be hard to maintain?"

øùú Faelnon turns to Isondil, 'Well, we got there through a method I'm one-hundred percent sure they couldn't have. And a method I would rather like kept secret at this moment.'

øùú Echnaton says "until we got better information, a broad scouting is probably the best. "

øùú Isondil nods slowly but doesn't look happy at the fact Faelnon isn't revealing everything

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'What do the rest of you think about sending Faendalos as a scout?'

øùú Varadrion asks "How long until we know the location of the ritual?"

øùú Echnaton continues " I mean 'They' need food, water and so on... "

øùú Faelnon says, 'I have the rest of the Order working on it.'

øùú Isondil say's ' No I don't think the group should be separated'

øùú Faendalos says, "But I'll be fine."

øùú Echnaton goes on "any most probably they still remain bound to roads, if they travel across the plain, they cant avoid tracks in the grass."

øùú Cyria says, "I agree with Isondil on this one"

øùú Faelnon nods to Isondil and Cyria, 'My main concern is how Faendalos will get back, I mean, we've been known to take some major twists in our path before. And what does the others think?'

øùú Varadrion says "Faendolas, anything that stole the dragon like it did, won't have trouble with you, you should stay with us"

øùú Echnaton says "the trick with scouting is that you see and are not seen" and smiles

øùú Delmar bursts into the bar and shouts ' What the heck happened out there??!!'

øùú Faelnon looks at Delmar and decides to play innocent, 'Why, whatever could you mean?'

øùú Echnaton laughs "Ariea went after the barkeeper"

øùú Isondil looks at the dwarf wit interest

øùú Delmar looks at Faelnon and says ' it looks like a rampaging army was unleashed!'

øùú Varadrion chuckles and says "Guess I got carried away"

<@Narrator> Ariea grins, 'With a vengeance! I'll go from tavern to tavern beating the I'm-not-allowed-to-say-it-'cause-I'm-a-polite-lady out of any barkeep like that!'

øùú Isondil smiles at Ariea

øùú Faelnon looks at Delmar, 'Oh that? That was just us being friendly.'

øùú Delmar stares in shock out the window then at Varadrion ' what in the power of ale did you do?' he asks

øùú Varadrion look down and says "What I had to"

øùú Echnaton smiles "Ariea, I’m starting to like you.", then he looks to Shandor, rising both hands, virtually frightened "don’t worry..."

øùú Shandor grins, 'You'll have to get in line, apparently, Faelnon is the next one to wed Ariea.'

øùú Faelnon looks innocent again, 'I did nothing, I'm saying nothing, and I'm getting a drink.'

øùú Isondil grins

øùú Delmar says ' well I must say I would hate to see you being hostile...'

øùú Faelnon grins, 'Tildruin saw that last year.'

øùú Delmar shakes his head and says ' I don’t think I want to know...'

øùú Echnaton agrees "yes, we -er- left our traces in the one or other village, too"

øùú Faelnon grins, 'Ah yes, where Shandor turned evil on us.'

<@Narrator> Ariea thinks for a moment, 'Come to think of Evil, and Shandor, he married me, so technically, I'm married to the Evil Shandor, and not to Shandor-Shandor. Phew! That's reassuring.'

øùú Delmar says 'well then , what happened to your "play mates" that you all where so "friendly" towards...?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Oh they got-um- tired, and begin... um... dying. The lazy sods.'

øùú Faendalos sits in the corner eating some of the meat he picked up earlier.

øùú Varadrion smiles and says "They tried to kill us, we just beat them to it"

øùú Faelnon says, 'Okay, who wants some food? I doubt this barkeep will need the kitchen in a while,' He notes the condition Ariea left him in, 'And he won't be having children, ever, but that's another matter.'

<@Narrator> Ariea smiles sweetly.

øùú Delmar smirks and says ' sounds like I missed all the fun... ' unleashes a roar of a laugh just touching on insane

øùú Shandor grins, 'Ariea, you're the greatest. But also, the most disturbingly violently evil person in the room.'

øùú Varadrion says "I agree"

øùú Echnaton smiles they simply are made for each other.

<@Narrator> Ariea grins at Shandor, 'Don't make me turn into that mad-magic-mustering woman again, 'cause I will!'

øùú Delmar laughs 'I would hate to see what she can do to a cave troll'

øùú Shandor grins, 'We are, aren't we?'

<@Narrator> The sun has long since set, and the merchants are still recovering from all the damage caused.

øùú Faendalos leaves the room to go look at the stars

<@Narrator> Ariea smiles, 'Troll smoll, they all run in fear when I near them. It was only a shame Faelnon didn't leave me in the same room as that mother-dragon, I'd have shown her how to be evil!'

øùú Isondil grins

øùú Varadrion laughs

øùú Shandor notes the increasing sadisticness of Ariea, 'Okay, who's for getting food.... and taking all drinks away from Ariea. Forever.'

øùú Echnaton smiles

øùú Varadrion raises his hand

øùú Delmar stares wide eyed ‘What dragon?!' he shouts and jumps,

øùú Echnaton rises a hand

øùú Faelnon leaps in his seat, 'Ariea don't hurt me- Oh, its just Delmar... The infamous dragon beneath Tildruin?'

øùú Delmar 'D-D-d-Dragon??!' he stutters

øùú Isondil raises his hand

øùú Faelnon turns to Delmar, 'Don't tell me you are scared? You a dwarf! Scared of a wee dragon.'

øùú Isondil grins and say's ' Poor wee dwarves can't fight dragons '

øùú Shandor and Ariea begin discussing all the events.

øùú Faelnon looks towards elf and wife, 'So, do you fancy fetching us some food?'

<@Narrator> Ariea stares at Faelnon evilly.

øùú Faelnon says, 'Never mind...'

øùú Faelnon scoots off to get the food.

øùú Ariea takes Faelnon's more comfortable chair.

øùú Ariea smirks, 'I could get used to being evil.'

øùú Delmar says 'dragons don’t exist...'

øùú Ariea says, 'They do exist, we are hunting one now.'

øùú Shandor smiles, 'It's great being evil, you get all the best weapons.'

øùú Ariea smiles, 'Oh really?'

øùú Delmar looks at her sceptically ' and why would do a fool thing like that?'

øùú Ariea says, 'We are here to stop someone from assuming the power of a god. And obviously, to install me as the new evil dictator of the world!'

øùú Shandor looks at Ariea, 'What exactly have you had to drink?'

øùú Isondil begins edging slowly away from Ariea

øùú Ariea says, 'Nothing! Maybe it was just beating the barkeeper up! Either that or drinking all the wine that burst from the bottles.'

øùú Delmar roars with laughter ' that’s a good question Elf!!!'

øùú Shandor looks at Ariea with a cocked eyebrow.

øùú Ariea states, 'What? It was a shame for all that wine to go to waste...'

øùú Delmar 'hah! wines nothing but pink water!' he says

øùú Echnaton rises and gets a large mug of that 'pink water'.

øùú Ariea shouts, 'Then bring on the pink water!'

øùú Shandor says, 'You stay right there.... and no 'pink water' for you!'

øùú Ariea pouts, 'If I am made dictator of the world, You'd better watch out! I remember who doesn't get me pink water... I mean wine.'

øùú Delmar pulls a flask from his pocket and hands it to Ariea 'take a swig of that... it'll put hair on yer chin for sure!' he says

øùú Shandor grabs the flask from Delmar before Ariea can get it, 'No thank you, little Evil Ariea has had enough tonight.'

øùú Isondil looks at Delmar and then Shandor and say's 'I don't think anyone would like Ariea to have a hairy chin'

øùú Shandor grins, 'Ah, so you have discovered my alternative motive...'

øùú Echnaton almost spills the wine due to laughing

øùú Delmar says 'hmm, well elf, you might need to take a drink of it too... you could use a nice dwarven beard...'

øùú Shandor looks at the flask and decides it might be more fun to add it to Faelnon's water.

øùú Ariea yawns.

øùú Delmar looks around the room then grabs a chair and sits down humming a tuneless song

øùú Ariea says, 'Faelnon's taking to long with that food. I'm just heading to bed.' Before standing up and discreetly grabbing a small bottle of wine.

øùú Ariea makes for the door.

øùú Shandor waves, 'Oi! Stop right there! I saw that, put that wine back!'

øùú Shandor chases Ariea out.

øùú Ariea sighs, 'Okay, not that I am drunk or anything. Or an alcoholic, you understand.' She passes the bottle of wine to Shandor.

øùú Shandor returns the bottle to the bar.

øùú Ariea yawns loudly and heads to her cabin.

øùú Delmar walks to the bar and jumps up onto it to swing his head down the other side and see what there is to dirk

øùú Shandor says, 'I agree with Ariea, Faelnon is taking too long with that food, well, if you'll excuse me, I'll bid you all a good night.'

øùú Shandor leaves the bar and heads for the 'train.

øùú Delmar 's head shoots up ' hey you darned elf! you have my flask!' chases Shandor out of the bar

øùú Echnaton says "I’ll bring my stuff to our train tomorrow and keep my room here tonight."

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'I couldn't find any food. And now I'm just to tired to bother, good night everyone.' Before heading to his cabin, and noting Rue is still sleeping in his bed, 'I'll sleep... elsewhere.' He heads to the driver's cabin and lies down on the bed there.

øùú Shandor yawns, 'What?' He chucks the flask towards Delmar before going back to sleep.

øùú Echnaton leaves the inn and heads for the stable. A horse neighs loudly and demanding, as he opens the door.

øùú Echnaton retires to his room quite a time later.

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' II ~ Session II Has Ended! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>



'The Best of the Rest'

øùú Shandor turns and hands Ariea a plate of food, 'I hope our shop is getting on okay…'

<@Narrator> Ariea replies, 'It's fine, I left Sarah in charge.'

øùú Shandor grins, 'Exactly…'

øùú Echnaton smiles "cryptic as ever, are we Faelnon?"

øùú Varadrion chuckles softly and says "The day we get a straight answer out of him is the day we can all go home"



øùú Calaryn asks 'How long have you been married?'

øùú Ariea turns to Calaryn, 'Well, we didn't get married by proper elven standards, but over a year now.'

øùú Ariea sighs, 'I wonder why Shandor is shying away from an Elven marriage.'

øùú Faelnon moves over to Ariea and shrugs, 'I guess he just doesn't like a big fuss.'

øùú Ariea cocks an eyebrow, 'Shandor? We're talking about Shandor, right?'

øùú Varadrion laughs and looks to Ariea "Exactly what I was about to say"

øùú Echnaton smiles and nods

øùú Faelnon turns back to Ariea and nods, with a small half-smile, 'Good point, I guess he doesn't love you anymore.'

øùú Ariea grins, 'Oh woe-is-me you are right!'

øùú Faelnon smiles deliberately being melodramatic, 'Ariea, I love you, I'll whisk you away to the mountains and we'll be free!'

øùú Ariea is on the verge of laughing, 'Oh Faelnon! I love you too!'

øùú Varadrion laughs

<@Narrator> Shandor, who had been standing at the doorway this entire time, asks, 'What the hell is going on?'

øùú Faelnon jumps back into his seat, 'Oh nothin'... certainly wasn't planning to kick you off a cliff and go and marry Ariea. No sir-ee.'

øùú Rue bursts out laughing.

<@Narrator> Shandor chuckles, 'And a good thing too, knowing you, you'd just miss with your kick and go flying off the cliff. And then who would be here to marry Ariea?'

øùú Faelnon coughs, 'Okay, so... my current plan-'

<@Narrator> Shandor interrupts, 'Other than planning to marry my wife...'



<@Narrator> OOC No-one wants to stay with poor Ariea? You brutes and fiends! Poor girl will be all alone otherwise.



øùú Faelnon heads over to the merchant who was hollering about his sword deals, 'Nice weapons…' Faelnon states, tapping the bronze hilt of one; in reality he would rather fight with a sharp stick than one of these 'weapons', but a little lie wouldn't hurt.

<@Narrator> OOC I'll point out that Faelnon would rather fight with The Sharp Stick (TM), not just any ol' one.



øùú Echnaton laughs "Ariea went after the barkeeper"

<@Narrator> Ariea grins, 'With a vengeance! I'll go from tavern to tavern beating the I'm-not-allowed-to-say-it-'cause-I'm-a-polite-lady out of any barkeep like that!'



øùú Echnaton smiles "Ariea, I’m starting to like you.", then he looks to Shandor, rising both hands, virtually frightened "don’t worry..."

øùú Shandor grins, 'You'll have to get in line, apparently, Faelnon is the next one to wed Ariea.'

øùú Faelnon looks innocent again, 'I did nothing, I'm saying nothing, and I'm getting a drink.'

øùú Isondil grins



øùú Echnaton agrees "yes, we -er- left our traces in the one or other village, too"

øùú Faelnon grins, 'Ah yes, where Shandor turned evil on us.'

<@Narrator> Ariea thinks for a moment, 'Come to think of Evil, and Shandor, he married me, so technically, I'm married to the Evil Shandor, and not to Shandor-Shandor. Phew! That's reassuring.'

øùú Delmar says 'well then , what happened to your "play mates" that you all where so "friendly" towards...?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Oh they got-um- tired, and begin... um... dying. The lazy sods.'



øùú Faelnon says, 'Okay, who wants some food? I doubt this barkeep will need the kitchen in a while,' He notes the condition Ariea left him in, 'And he won't be having children, ever, but that's another matter.'



øùú Shandor grins, 'Ariea, you're the greatest. But also, the most disturbingly violently evil person in the room.'

øùú Varadrion says "I agree"

øùú Echnaton smiles, ‘they simply are made for each other.’

øùú Shandor grins, 'We are, aren't we?'

<@Narrator> Ariea grins at Shandor, 'Don't make me turn into that mad-magic-mustering woman again, 'cause I will!'

øùú Delmar laughs 'I would hate to see what she can do to a cave troll'

<@Narrator> Ariea smiles, 'Troll smoll, they all run in fear when I near them. It was only a shame Faelnon didn't leave me in the same room as that mother-dragon, I'd have shown her how to be evil!'

øùú Isondil grins

øùú Varadrion laughs

øùú Shandor notes the increasing sadisticness of Ariea, 'Okay, who's for getting food.... and taking all drinks away from Ariea. Forever.'

øùú Varadrion raises his hand

øùú Echnaton raises a hand

øùú Isondil raises his hand



øùú Shandor and Ariea begin discussing all the events.

øùú Faelnon looks towards elf and wife, 'So, do you fancy fetching us some food?'

<@Narrator> Ariea stares at Faelnon evilly.

øùú Faelnon says, 'Never mind...'

øùú Faelnon scoots off to get the food.

øùú Delmar says 'dragons don’t exist...'

øùú Ariea says, 'They do exist, we are hunting one now.'

øùú Ariea takes Faelnon's more comfortable chair.

øùú Ariea smirks, 'I could get used to being evil.'

øùú Shandor smiles, 'It's great being evil, you get all the best weapons.'

øùú Ariea smiles, 'Oh really?'

øùú Delmar looks at her sceptically ' and why would do a fool thing like that?'

øùú Ariea says, 'We are here to stop someone from assuming the power of a god. And obviously, to install me as the new evil dictator of the world!'

øùú Shandor looks at Ariea, 'What exactly have you had to drink?'

<+Echnaton> ooc :)!!!!

øùú Isondil begins edging slowly away from Ariea

øùú Ariea says, 'Nothing! Maybe it was just beating the barkeeper up! Either that or drinking all the wine that burst from the bottles.'

øùú Shandor looks at Ariea with a cocked eyebrow.

øùú Ariea states, 'What? It was a shame for all that wine to go to waste...'

øùú Delmar 'hah! wines nothing but pink water!' he says

øùú Echnaton rises and gets a large mug of that 'pink water'.

øùú Ariea shouts, 'Then bring on the pink water!'

øùú Shandor says, 'You stay right there.... and no 'pink water' for you!'

øùú Ariea pouts, 'If I am made dictator of the world, You'd better watch out! I remember who doesn't get me pink water... I mean wine.'

øùú Delmar pulls a flask from his pocket and hands it to Ariea 'take a swig of that... it'll put hair on yer chin for sure!' he says

øùú Shandor grabs the flask from Delmar before Ariea can get it, 'No thank you, little Evil Ariea has had enough tonight.'

øùú Isondil looks at Delmar and then Shandor and say's 'I don't think anyone would like Ariea to have a hairy chin'

øùú Shandor grins, 'Ah, so you have discovered my alternative motive...'

øùú Echnaton almost spills the wine due to laughing



øùú Shandor looks at the flask and decides it might be more fun to add it to Faelnon's water.

øùú Ariea says, 'Faelnon's taking to long with that food. I'm just heading to bed.' Before standing up and discreetly grabbing a small bottle of wine.

øùú Ariea makes for the door.

øùú Shandor waves, 'Oi! Stop right there! I saw that, put that wine back!'

øùú Shandor chases Ariea out.

øùú Ariea sighs, 'Okay, not that I am drunk or anything. Or an alcoholic, you understand.' She passes the bottle of wine to Shandor.

øùú Shandor returns the bottle to the bar.

øùú Ariea yawns loudly and heads to her cabin.