OOC- I'll join! ^_^
IC- A slim cloaked figure glided up to the small gathering of adventurers, seeming to blend into its surroundings. Peeking into the hood, you could see a pretty, young elven woman, with a mischivous smile and amythyst hazel eyes, and her long hair in a braid over her shoulder. "I heard you are in need of some traveling companions to save something. I'll gladly come along, if only to entertain."
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Skye
good neutral (well, most of the time, lol) ^_^;;
elf
blade bard
armor: Bladesinger chain +4
weapons:Boomarang dagger +2 and Longbow of Marksmanship with custom elf arrows
random: cloak of elvenkind; bag of holding (with random stuff in it); dragon tooth ring; and a harp.
Er, if i over did it, just let me know, ok? ^_^;;

<font color="red">Delita Hyral

"Aye elf, you may join us. Meet every one on the dock tomorrow morning,"he said.

---The Next morning---

~Everyone knows that were supposed to meet on the docks~ thought Delita as he finished his ale in the morning. He left the tavern and arrived on the docks and greeting him he saw four men. One was somebody from our group and the other three seemed to be speaking to him. ~I wonder who they are,~ He thought as he approached, them "Hello, who are you and what business do you have with Secretmaster?" </font>

<font color="silver"> "Who i am doesn't matter. I assume you are with secretmaster?, I'm afraid I cannot let your journey proceed. Turn back now or i shall be forced to resolve to violence, and if you do destroy us others shall take our place to halt your progress, so if you dont want to meet a Horrible fate, leave." boomed the large burly man.</font>

<font color="red"> "I am afraid you shall not obstruct our path,"Shouted Delita as he drew his 'Ragnarok'...</font>

Ni Deng looked up from the patch of ground he had been tending to since a few hours 'ere dawn. There were two men who would join him, and three others. One of his partymembers had his sword drawn.

Ni packed his gardening tools and got up. Then he quickly went to the warrior's side. Or it would have been quickly had he been younger.

Finally arriving, he caught the fighter by the arm.

"What are this being?" he asked.
"Why you go try kill that man like that?"
Not waiting for a reply, he adressed the three others.
"Telling me, what you want and why you want?"

OOC- ok, thanx Delita. ^_^
IC- Skye walked up to the bickering group. "Now, now, no need to argue," she said smoothly. "Perhaps we can settle this over a tankerd of ale?" She motioned towards the nearby tavern, while fingering her dragontooth ring on her left hand.

"There'll be no settling this with words!" The burly man shouted as he drew a giant Two handed blade, although the man was so large he only needed one hand to wield it. "You shall stay away from masters Citidel!!" His two accomplices both drew maces. At that moment the tremondous man felt they would not change their minds, He Cocked hiarm back and threw a devasting blow to Delita. Delita was still alive only thanks to his chainmail which had absorbed all the damage and now lay in pieces. As for Delita, the sheer force of the surprise blow had knocked him clear of the dock into the water. Then the battle ensued...

Ooh... That is going to rust Ni Deng thought.

Rapidly.. Well, dodging two, three blows, Ni made his way out of the melee and moved toward the water's edge. It would be hard to swim in chainmail after having just recieved a blow. But he was old, and it would be hard for him to swim too.

Ni grabbed hold of one of the many ropes and threw one half of it into the water. That was all the help he could offer right now.

After giving the burly man a dirty look, Skye dove in after Delita (sp?) and pulled him out of the water. While he lay on the ground, gasping, Skye twisted her ring, and whispered a long, draconic word under her breath. "I had hoped to introduce my friend later but..." she said ominously, as a rather large figure walked up behind her. The figure took off the large cloth hanging on its back, to reveal a uniquely colored song dragon, of an amythyst blue hue. **I heard you were in a bit of trouble** it called huskily. it faced the other group, with a toothy grin. "Everyone, this is my friend, Lyulfe," Skye spoke. "He's not usually fierce or violent, but will be when need be."

<font color="red">Delita Hyral

Finally he came to, "*Cough* Damn," he said as he eye'd the Large man, ~Who's that standing behind Skye, Lyulfe, aight~ He looked down at what was the armor that saved his life. "Well, this is scrapped," he said as he pulled off the wrecked useless hunk of metal which used to be chainmail."And, where's my sword?" he said his eyes growing wide. His eyes scanned across the scene,"That sword 'Ragnarok is my most prized poss..." He stopped, and breathed calmer, as he saw it laying on the dock. He then stood up and grabbed his blade examining it to make sure it is in good condition.

His eyes narrowed as they fixed on the large man that had struck him, "If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get." he said in a threatening tone...</font>

The black-robed mage stands by a few metres back watching the confrontation, calm, yet prepared to step in with a spell if he is needed.

Here goes my attempt at being creative! Delita piced up a peice of wood, a flask of fire-resistance, and some water, and made a bomb. He threw it at the nearest peasant just for kicks. This was one of Delita's worse days for the peasant he chose to hit happened to be Elminster in disguise!...

Now on a more serious note...
<font color="red">Delita Hyral

The man drew back his sword as Delita charged toward him. The metal clashed "CLANG" The blades rang as they struck. His two accomplices persued to bash Delita's friends but they fought back. Their baldes clashed several times until Delita swooped low and brought 'Ragnarok' right into the side or the burly man. Howling with pain he brought his knee straight into Delita's jaw, knocking him back a good 3 feet. He sat there as the battle waged on, drifting into unconsiousness, drifting... drifting...</font>