Hazardous Times, Chapter XIII- Dangers Abound

[Lady Blue03]

Avalon
The great dragon shook his head, "I know not how he managed to live as long as he has. As I said, I don't associate with his like," he tossed his head defiantley, the small silver mohawk remninicent of the one in his true form quivering, "Blacks have always been known for their deceptiveness and evil trickey," he raised his head proudly, "But an ancient such as him will find an ancient silver such as I a problem, especially when matters of the heart are concerned," he clicked his teeth distastefuly and growled, "Anyway, you may sleep in that alcove where we were. I will stay in here," he shifted to his natural form and setteled down on his bed of molded rock.

[Attalus]

ILLEK "As you say, O Avalon." (He bows as he leaves the draconic presence, and goes into the alcove,sitting cross-legged besides Verloren, watching her as she sleeps. His mind drifts back to the great black dragon's cave. Where did all of those passages lead?)

[Lady Blue03]

Verloren
Verloren twitched slightly in her sleep and cracked an eye. She jumped slightly when she saw Illek watching her, then relaxed. She slipped off the couch and crawled into his lap, wrapping his cloak around her and pulling him close,
"I'm sorry for dragging you into this. Its been uncomfortable for me here. I know Avalon knows, but I have to admit it to his face. I will go do that now. I just hope he won't be hurt..." she fell quiet and rested her forehead on his chest in torment.

[Attalus]

ILLEK(He runs his sensitive, long-fingered hand through her shining hair) "As you wish, my Princess. You alone can judge these things. But, if you will allow me a suggestion, do not throw too much in his face and do not insist on telling him things that he does not want explained. The feelings of a man or a dragon are delicate things, and want careful watching." (He pulls his cloak around her, for he thought he felt a shiver.)

[Lady Blue03]

Verloren
Verloren sniffeled and wrapped her arms around him tightly, "Oh, I know Illek. But he will need to find out sooner or later. And its better me telling him then Kinn'zuwanik," she moved as if to get up, but then sighed and slouched into his embrace," I will not do it now, then. I will stay with you tonight," she buried her face into hi shoulder and drifted into a troubled sleep

[Cerek the Barbaric]

OOC>> Greetings all! Since there seems to be no immediate help forthcoming for Legolas, Mistral has given me the OK to come to his aid. I know some of you were already aware of this, just wanted to make sure that everyone knew what was happening.....and to take a chance to say "Hello" to everyone again. [img]graemlins/happywave.gif[/img]

The Hunter moved cautiously through the woods, listening for any sounds of the horrid creatures he had been encountering. When he first heard of the bounty for a mage named Julano, he thought it would be "easy money". ~after all, how tough could a spellslinger be?~ These last couple of days had proven the folly of his earlier thoughts. His skill at moving unseen had served him well once he neared the stronghold of this mage. He had begun to encounter undead creatures of almost every description. Most had never noticed him or had ignored him. Any who chose otherwise had been quickly dispatched. The other thing that bothered him about this bounty was the description of Julano. The physical stature and features described could very well describe half the male population of the land, if one gave it enough thought. The one helpful item on the original scroll was a description of some significant scars. That had bolstered his mood, until his travels took him to another town a few days later. He found another bounty scroll for Julano, but this one described a completely different set of scars. The physical description was also somewhat different.

It seems his prey was very skilled with disguises. Ah well....crafty prey simply makes the hunt that much more enjoyable.

He pondered these revelations as he continued to scout through the woods. He made no sound and left now sign of his passing. Indeed, he was invisible to the naked eye, so only the most wary of forest dwellers were even aware of his presence at all.

As he moved through the forest, he spied a small cabin. ~"now that would be a welcome break from sleeping in the rain", he thought. As he came closer to the cabin, though, he realized it was already occupied. He crouched low and moved silently to the side of the little dwelling until he was right beside one of the windows. He could hear two voices, one male, the other female, discussing plans to search for a friend inside the stronghold. The Hunter listened with some mild interest as they discussed different options. When the male voice suggested he would "let himself be captured", the hunter could not help himself. Without thinking, he rose up and peered into the window. He just had to get a look at the person who would be willing to be captured by a necromancer to save a friend. He saw a slender elf standing near the window. He was talking to a rather lovely girl and her affection for him was reflected in her eyes and by the look of concern that crossed her face at his suggestion.

Hunter moved away from the window and circled to the back of the cabin. Once there, he began to rub his bearded chin thoughtfully. He didn't normally like working with other people. The nature of his profession demanded someone who was very independent. Still, if this fool were willing to simply walk into the enemie's arms on his own, why shouldn't he "tag along". He hadn't found a way to enter the stronghold undetected on his own. Yes, the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. He removed a ring from his finger, dispelling his Invisibility. He then moved to the front door of the cabin and gently, but firmly, knocked on the door.

OOC>> Legolas and Sorsha see a man dressed all black leather armor. He stands 5'7" tall and would weigh around 185 to 190lbs. His frame is slender, but he moves with practiced grace. Close inspection reveals that he is half-elven. He has a sword strapped to each side of his waist, but the what captures your attention is the quiver of arrows in his back. It is a unique design tha curves around the contours of his back. No doubt it is custom made just for him. It's wide, narrow design holds more arrows than you can count.(it actually holds FAR more than it appears it could).

When neither the elf nor the girl answer the door, the hunter takes it upon himself to open it. He does so slowly and easily, so as not to cause any more alarm than they already feel. As he suspected, the elf is in front of the lady, sword in hand. He raises his own, empty hands, to show he means no harm.

"Please forgive my rude intrusion. I approached the cabin seeking shelter from the elements and creatures that are out. As I drew near, I could not help but overhear your conversation. I am also seeking this mage, Julano. Perhaps we could combine our efforts and aid each other. What say you?"

[Legolas]

As most of the party dismounts to examine the tracks, a figure steps out on the road. He is dressed in stylish white clothes, offset with and bright red cords and a smooth black cloak, hoodless. A long slender blade hangs by his left side, a miniature crossbow by his right. He wears an odd hat, square, and as black as his long boots.
The man is human, although his smooth features are much like a half-elf's. His hair is a dark brown, though, as are his eyes.

When he is certain he has everyone's attention, he places his right hand lazily on the crossbow.

"Your money," he says in a civilised voice, "or your life."

[Ar-Cunin]

Sanael Ganahr

looks up from where he was kneeling to examine the tracks and laughs out loud at the sight of the bandit. Then in one smooth motion he draws his bow, nocks an arrow and aims it at the bandit.

"Lucky for you that I'm in a good mood today - otherwise you would be dead now. Why don't you put your hands in the air, before I turn you into a pincushion."

[Legolas]

OOC: Welcome back Cerek [img]smile.gif[/img]

Legolas

The elf gestures for this newcomer to step in, all the while keeping himself and his knife between the half-elf and Sorsha.

"We can use help, that much is true. Tell me, who are you, and what is the relation between this mage Julano and our own purpose here?"

He was acting more hostile than usual, he knew. All the last days' tension was reaching a peak, and the sudden appearance of a man where they had seen noone after Ser Castor made him suspicious. With the number of farms around, how much of a coincidence could it be they met him here, just as they were making plans on finishing the final part of this ordeal?
It is the enemy's territory here.
But does that mean he can by no means be trusted?

The elf decides to wait for the response before making up his mind on that one.

OOC: Just a side note, Legolas doesn't carry a sword. Only a long knife and his bow

[Legolas]

The man on the road began to laugh.

"You are full of confidence, elf. Take a guess at the amount of arrows pointing in your direction right now."

He stepped further onto the road, so he might stand entirely in the open and make a better target out of himself.

"Now just do as I say and I won't have to take both."