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Rockstar · 03-31-2007, 02:03 AM

CHAPTER 1
ACT IV
The Wizard in Red

Merick walked a lonely trail northeast for a near day, until he finally saw a huge castle like inn in the distance, just as Gorion said. The only company Merick was a small wolf which he put an arrow through and ate. Merick saw two evil looking travelers standing and arguing on the side of the road he was walking up. One was a mage and the other was a Halfling swordsman. The wizard introduced himself as Xzar and his hobbit companion as Monteron. They said they were headed towards the Friendly Arm Inn and offered Merick a place with them. Merick had not the patients to even speak with them after what had recently happened to him "Get out of my way. I don't need any help!" Merick spat back them. "I should smite you down where you stand." The hobbit said intimidatingly. "Come now Monteron." The wizard said, "He'll get what's coming to him." Merick muttered to himself, "I think not." The two turned their backs on him and started walking towards the Inn. Merick noticed a purse on the back of the halfling’s belt. He raised his bow and shot the mage in the back killing him. The Halfling spun around and charged at Merick. Merick dropped his bow and drew his blade and waited for the Halfling to charge at him. Merick rolled to the side of the amateur Halfling fighter and drove his sword between the halfling’s ribs. Merick packed their gold and wares into his backpack and enjoyed a peaceful walk until he reached the gates of the friendly arm in.

Just as the gates were in sight, an old man approached him Merick. The man had a heavy grey beard that sat on top of his heavy red robes, with a red pointy hat. The man was obviously a sage of sorts and spoke to Merick as if he knew of him. The man introduced himself as Elminster and tried to bore Merick with ‘sage advice’ in the form of metaphors. Merick knew he would get nothing out of this wizard so he told the wizard to go away before he could make a point… Merick saw how the wizard’s mere presence struck respect and awe in people. But Merick would get that respect. “But not through wearing robes… but through the blood on his blade…”

[ 04-13-2007, 03:20 AM: Message edited by: Rockstar ]

03-31-2007, 02:03 AM	#5
Rockstar Zhentarim Guard Join Date: January 4, 2003 Location: Australia Posts: 300	CHAPTER 1 ACT IV The Wizard in Red Merick walked a lonely trail northeast for a near day, until he finally saw a huge castle like inn in the distance, just as Gorion said. The only company Merick was a small wolf which he put an arrow through and ate. Merick saw two evil looking travelers standing and arguing on the side of the road he was walking up. One was a mage and the other was a Halfling swordsman. The wizard introduced himself as Xzar and his hobbit companion as Monteron. They said they were headed towards the Friendly Arm Inn and offered Merick a place with them. Merick had not the patients to even speak with them after what had recently happened to him "Get out of my way. I don't need any help!" Merick spat back them. "I should smite you down where you stand." The hobbit said intimidatingly. "Come now Monteron." The wizard said, "He'll get what's coming to him." Merick muttered to himself, "I think not." The two turned their backs on him and started walking towards the Inn. Merick noticed a purse on the back of the halfling’s belt. He raised his bow and shot the mage in the back killing him. The Halfling spun around and charged at Merick. Merick dropped his bow and drew his blade and waited for the Halfling to charge at him. Merick rolled to the side of the amateur Halfling fighter and drove his sword between the halfling’s ribs. Merick packed their gold and wares into his backpack and enjoyed a peaceful walk until he reached the gates of the friendly arm in. Just as the gates were in sight, an old man approached him Merick. The man had a heavy grey beard that sat on top of his heavy red robes, with a red pointy hat. The man was obviously a sage of sorts and spoke to Merick as if he knew of him. The man introduced himself as Elminster and tried to bore Merick with ‘sage advice’ in the form of metaphors. Merick knew he would get nothing out of this wizard so he told the wizard to go away before he could make a point… Merick saw how the wizard’s mere presence struck respect and awe in people. But Merick would get that respect. “But not through wearing robes… but through the blood on his blade…” [ 04-13-2007, 03:20 AM: Message edited by: Rockstar ]