<font color=white>I shall move us along a bit, just for sake of saving us from having to linger about.

The team that was being led by Liam through the forest was very cautious and alert as they journeyed. They knew that a predator was watching them, but no attack came. Finally, after what seemed like the most uneventful but frightening trek through the forest of shadows...they reached the clearing and civilization. The tavern was within a viewing distance from this exiting pathway.</font>

<font color=aqua>Larry

At the sight of it, Larry quickened his pace and was determined to outdistance his comrades. He was probably the most eager of all to want to get back to the tavern...and get the Inquisitor to help clear his name with the public. </font>

<font color=orchid>Rong

She looked up from the dirt where she had been scratching a few lines and saw a face she remembered from the ship. How did he find us and why has he come? she silently pondered. The last she rememebered...this guy was chasing after her when she poisoned that brat Mormegil.

Even as she stared at him to discern his intentions, as though she could read his thoughts...she noticed that over his shoulder was a team of people emerging from the forest behind the town. She started hard until she thought she recognized some familiar faces...one of them being this Larry guy. She looked over at Lyulfe to see if he had noticed. </font>

<font color=steelblue>"Of course you can! You no longer have to remain secretive once you have sent the Inquisitor after my weaker half. And the trust you gain from your old companions would only serve to keep you from harm until Larry's death has occured. I have already set another trap for this fool incase he somehow escapes this Marcos guy, and she will certainly do the job if need be.

Now go and complete your errand, then you shall be free of my hold on you, or you can vountarily return and serve me again. The choice will be your's to make."</font>

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<font color=white>For Roderik

The creature wailed in pain and shrunk back in fear from this menace. The dog was growling fearcely and the man was faster than he looked. The neogi decided that the best thing to do at this time was to retreat, and think if it could get that chance. It fled from the attacker, and was beginning to conjure a spell to mind.

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OOC>>>The neogi is buying time to get a spell worked. Initiative is your's. Feel free to post as you did above and roll your own attack and hit or miss. It saves me time. [img]smile.gif[/img]

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<font color=green>Andrion Wilgor 60/60

Having satisfied his curiosity Andrion stepped throught the shadow portal which once agan brought him out behind the tavern. He then cast a spell of invisibility and went inside the tavern. He looked around and spotted the inquisitor. However Andrion had not prepared a proper disguise for himself yet and was not ready to speak to him. Still in his invisible form Andrion went up the stairs, carefully avoiding the creaky step and started opening doors to rooms. Finally he found a locked one and after listening for some time he did not hear anyone moving in there. He magically opened the door and stepped in. The man who had been sleeping on the bed woke up to the sound of someone coming in the room, but couldn't see anything. He started to reach for the small dagger on the bedside table, but Andrion reached it first. He picked up the dagger and put it under the man's chin.

Andrion then dragged the man towards the door and closed it, then locked it. He thouroughly questioned the man before killing him. Luckily for Andrion the man looked quite like him (rolled a 17 on a 20 sided die), so after taking his clothes he only had some minor facial changes to make. The man he had just killed had been a merchant and had carried dyes and other luxury items with him. Andrion cut his hair and with one of the dyes painted it blonde while checking constantly the result on a mirror image he had conjured. He then put on some of the jewelry the merchant had been carrying with himself, several rings and a golden amulet.

The merchant's body was unfortunately too heavy for him to lift, but after making it invisible he hid it under the bed, then cleaned the room a bit and went downstairs. He knew that the only thing which could give him away now, were his eyes. For this reason he did not look at the group of Lyulfe, Rong and Silt, who were looking at something in the distance, but he went straight over to the inquisitor. In an imitation of the merchant's voice Andrion spoke:

"I am Kyrthinin, a travelling merchant in this tavern. I have some information to sell to you of the one you are looking for. Would you mind coming to my room?"</font>

<font color=orange>Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98

He fixed his eyes on the merchant. Although his aim was always to gather as much information from as many sources as he needed before acting, he had never been fond of those characters who demanded coin for truth. Especially when dealing with one as potentially hazardous as Silverfall, it was only in the man's best interest to share what he knew freely.
Naturally, if the inquisitor wanted this information he might have little choice in the matter.

His reluctance to deal with people as he faced now, however, was rarely more important than learning what he might. Yet this time he could ill afford to leave his position with clear view of the tavern and street in favour of a small room, or he might miss Silverfall's return.

"My name is Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale.
What information you have that I do not already possess, I am willing to purchase from you. However, if we are to do buisness we will do so here, for I have no desire to step indoors." </font>

<font color=green>Andrion Wilgor 60/60

"I see. Could we just move a few steps away from here then. The one I wish to speak of has friends near here and I do not wish them to know of my presence here."

While speaking Andrion started fiddling with the golden amulet around his neck as if in nervousness and glanced several times towards the group of Silt, Rong and Lyulfe.</font>

<font color=skyblue>As the tavern comes into sight, she stops, snarling softly under her breath, sending a soft whisper to Larry as he speeds ahead of the group... "CAUTION.... Larry....all is not what it seems.." Shaking her head, she looks quickly at Arcades, then hands him her pack and staff as she shifts to wolf form, the platinum bracer around her neck shining in the evening sunlight. She looks up at Arcades, sending him a quick thought, "Be watchful, I smell evil doings afoot up there... a trap perhaps... I will stay in wolf form, next to you."Her eyes sparkle as she looks back towards the tavern and town in general, lifting her nose to the wind, searching...</font>

[ 08-29-2004, 07:11 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

<font color=orange>Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98

He followed the trader's gaze to the group, nodding.

"As you will," he conceded.

Taking the initiative, he rose and moved several paces out of view of what was left of the candle team. As he did, curious by the merchant's anxiety, he made an effort to detect ill intent in the region. </font>

[ 08-31-2004, 06:10 AM: Message edited by: Legolas ]