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Post by Challenger on Oct 15, 2003 11:06:32 GMT -5
The air at the edge of the clearing shimmered briefly. Seemingly stepping out of thin air a tall elf emerged a Longsword gripped firmly in his left hand. A small hand crossbow of unusual design held in the other. His was clothed from head to foot in green padded leather with the exception of his hand which were clothed in smouth black gloves. The armour was criss crossed with cuts and other battle damage which had been patched or sowed together. A Tower shield covered in green cloth hung off his back while a longbow mostly hidden by a green and brown cloak was held to the side of it by leather straps. His dark brown hair was cut short though it was far from neat. Grey blue eyes rapidly glanced arround the clearing alert for enemys. His overal appearence was scruffy and travel worn though the ammount of weapons marked him out as a warror as did the way he held himself.
He went down on one knee his pistol held at arms length as he scanned the tree line. Satisifed that there was no danger he sheathed his weapons.
Noteing the path he took a final look arround before heading down it
Challenger
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Post by Black Robed One on Oct 15, 2003 11:40:00 GMT -5
!For Challenger only!
As you study your surrounding, you heard sound of dialogue coming from the forest behind you. The dialogue is going on in common language, and you managed to caught the last phrase: "Heirophant of the third circle, eh? Please, speak as we walk"
It seems that the dialogue is going on in a frienly manner, although you can't be too sure because of the distance. You also heard an approaching movement from the same side as the dialogue. Whoever speaks is approaching to you.
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Post by Challenger on Oct 15, 2003 11:50:05 GMT -5
"A druid well the message was asking for anybody who was willing to assist." Challenger said to himself as he turned round.
He casualy lent up agaist a tree facing down the road using it to hide his left arm leaving his right free. He placed his left hands fingers agaist the throwing knife hidden in a wrist shealth as he waited, just in case the newcomers weren't friendly.
Challenger
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Post by Black Robed One on Oct 15, 2003 12:28:20 GMT -5
!For Challenger only!
Soon you saw two man approaching to you from the forest. As you aren’t hiding, they saw you.
The first of them is clothed in skins, colored brown, yellow and green and a grey and green cloak and walking with a quarterstaff. He appears to 47 in human years. long hair beard and moustash. He is a male with the height of 5' 10" and a fit body.
The second of them has light and compact frame. His features are angular and rigid, but he keeps a loose and calm demeanor and posture. His hair is cut short and kept neat and clean, with a few strands occasionally falling across his forehead. His facial expression could make him seem stern, almost to a degree of appearing unfriendly, if not for pleasant smile, which now plays upon his face. He is clad in leather jerkin and two battle axes are visible at his belt.
These two are accompanied by a large gray wolf with flecks of black in its mane. The lupine is a giant amongst its kind, nearly 4 feet at the shoulder.
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Post by Black Robed One on Oct 15, 2003 12:28:48 GMT -5
!For Eldritch Knight and Galadon only!
As two of you approach the clearling, you saw an elf, who is lening casualy against a tree. Rill instantly recognized him as memeber of gray elven race. He is clothed from head to foot in green padded leather with the exception of his hands which are clothed in smouth black gloves. The armor is criss crossed with cuts and other battle damages which had been patched or sowed together. A Tower shield covered in green cloth hung off his back while a longbow mostly hidden by a green and brown cloak was held to the side of it by leather straps. He has grayish-blue eyes and dark brown hair, which is cut short though it is far from neat. His overal appearence was scruffy and travel worn though the ammount of weapons marked him out as a warror as did the way he held himself.
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Post by Challenger on Oct 15, 2003 12:39:57 GMT -5
/ooc Galadon and Challenger know each other from their time in the Forgotten Realms. Though that was a few years ago now
Challenger relaxed and moved away from the tree his fingers uncurling from the knife
"Long time no see Galadon. Whos your friend?"
Challenger
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Post by Galadon on Oct 15, 2003 12:48:33 GMT -5
"Major Nirenn, we just met, are you hear to help Celene?"
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Post by Challenger on Oct 15, 2003 12:58:15 GMT -5
"Of cource, seems I can't go anywhere nowendays without ending up in the middle of a war. " Challenger replied. "I assume your here for the same reason then?"
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Post by Galadon on Oct 15, 2003 13:02:01 GMT -5
"Would you are to walk with us. Have you and Strider ever settle your differences?"
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Post by Challenger on Oct 15, 2003 13:19:27 GMT -5
"I'm still breathing and he's still alive last time I checked so no." Challenger replied slightly jokingly though with a grim edge to it.
"Hows Jas?" He asked as he fell in beside Galadon and Rill
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 15, 2003 15:19:34 GMT -5
Nirenn nods in recognition of the other man.
Well met, friend of Galadon. I am Major Rill Nirenn, 2nd division, Planes-Militant: Spectrum Force. We are en route to the Celene's headquarters in this region. Shall you join us?
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Post by Merkuri on Oct 15, 2003 16:15:31 GMT -5
From the woods comes the sound of tramping leaves and branches that mark the passage of one of those not completely familiar with the forest. After a moment a figure emerges into the clearing. At first glance it could be a dwarf, but it must be either a very small dwarf or not a dwarf at all. It has the short and stocky build of a dwarf, but stands barely three and a half feet tall. With a closer look it is plain that this figure is emphatically not a dwarf. Its face is pulled forward in a reptillian snout, although all-too humanoid eyes peek out from its sockets. The humanoid ears on the side of its head are slightly pointed, but not enough to look elven. A crop of curly hair shines a bright, nearly metallic white on its head. The rest of its body is also unnaturally pale and seems to shine too much for normal skin in the sunlight. Indeed, it doesn't seem to be skin at all, but silvery-white scales. It is clothed in a loose-fitting tunic and pants that seem to be woven from undyed wool. You can see from the shape of its body that it is female. Around her waist is tied a long sash that is gray with a stripe of orange running through its middle. She wears no shoes and her feet have small claws. Small tufts of white hair grow on the tops of her feet. A plain satchel is slung over her shoulder. She doesn't seem to wear any armor or carry any weapons.
When she sees the group of men she speaks in a voice that seems too soft for her harsh reptillian face. "Hail," she says. "Have you also been summoned?"
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 15, 2003 23:13:49 GMT -5
Nirenn bows slightly, smiling at the newcomer
Hail, stranger. I am Major Rill Nirenn, 2nd division, Planes-Militant: Spectrum Force. We are en route to the stronghold of the Celene. Perchance, are you to join us?
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Post by Challenger on Oct 16, 2003 7:40:25 GMT -5
"The names Challenger. I am here to add my strength to the fight." Challenger told Rill
"I was invited which makes a change. I assume you are here to heed the call to arms?"
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Post by Bariel Laurinwen on Oct 16, 2003 7:57:41 GMT -5
Suddenly a figure jumed from nearby tree, gracefuly landing near the party. All who turned to the figure, saw a small woman of gray elven race, slightly taller then five feet. She is dressed simple leather clothes, and light leather armor over her breast and legs. Among weapons, she carry a longbow with two quivers of arrows behind her back, as well as longsword and shortsword at her belt. All weapons seemed to be well-made. She pushes aside her messy black hair, and runs her green eyes through the party, before centering them on Rill.
Then elfwoman gracefuly walks to Rill, and shakes his hand with a smile.
"Been a while, Sir Nirenn" she says, as her smile grows wider, as if she enjoys some kind of joke only she understands "Six months, to be precise. Would you introduce me to the new friends of yours?"
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