Adventure Company - Fantasy

[DeathsKnight]

Benjamin Grimstom

Name: Benjamin Grimstom
Role: Church Knight
Age: 28

Location:The trail

"What do you think we're going to see out here?"

As they have started to move out he considered the question for a while

"Bandits, wolves, bears, Trolls, flowers, snow, rain of course and maybe a dragon if we are REALLY unlucky"

He chuckled softly

"Now I know that Trolls is supposed to be childrens stories to teach them good manners, but I have a shoulder that disagree with that fact. It seems like those little folk tales was based on the real thing, just that they are much stronger and tougher than in the stories"

He settled into his saddle and smiled

"Of course there will be many a man who would claim to have killed a Troll, I for one will not believe them, it took ten well armed and trained knights to kill one Troll"

He looked around at the company they had

"I think that we would stand a chance just as long as we don't come across more than one...of course we could also just have bumped into a very large man who thought it's fun to kill you by ripping you in half"

 

[xela89]

Name: Bello Le Mani
Role: Thief
Age: 22
Location: The Trail

As the Adventure Company moved out, Bello began to stride confidently backwards. He was full of himself indeed, but the female bard soon put him in his place:

“I am wise to the nimbleness of your fingers and the quickness of your words Bello. Please continue with your flattery but be assured my heart is in no danger. Let me introduce Constance, and I am Abrielle also of nimble fingers.”

"A pleasure to meet you both, Abrielle, Constance" he said in a playful tone as he nodded to each of them. He said nothing for a moment, before suddenly bounding to Abrielle's side.

"I assume by nimble fingers you are alluding to my profession. I thank you for the compliment but alas, it seems I have failed to steal the most precious item in sight... your heart, my fair lady. Not to matter! Time is on our side". Bello announced with his usual flamboyance.

Noticing the case on Abrielle's back, his curiousity peaked. "I can't help but notice you are carrying an instrument of some kind. Could this be where your nimble fingers are put to use? Only I was in a tavern just last night and heard the sweet melodies of a harp. Although, I am afraid to admit I was in a less than sober state of mind. However I do believe I recognise you now as the source of that heavenly music. If you would be so kind - when an opportunity presents itself, I would love to hear a song or two on this journey!" Bello said, his voice filled with excitement.

 

[TimberRattler]

Name:Nikolai Von Tartakov
Role: Mercenary/Soldier
Age: 35

Location: The Trail

Nikolai readjusted his pack. The straps had started to bite into his shoulders. Luckily he was used to long marches or it would've really bothered him. Nu Pagodi be praised he had feet like iron. Before the march began he had inspected his mount and discovered several wounds that had obviously come at the hands of the fat man he'd taken the horse from. Bastard, Nikolai should have killed him. Von Tartakov had no patience for those who abused animals. In light of this discovery he had treated the wounds with some salve from his pack. He'd removed the saddle and decided to walk until his mount's hurts had healed. The pace wasn't bad, he'd been subjected to far more brutal marches. He sang a few Krasnovian marching and drinking tunes. The others near him just pretended he wasn't there. That was fine. He'd begun to hate them all anyway. As soon as he had enough money. The thought made him smile. They stopped near a large pond late in the afternoon to make camp for the night. Nikolai led his horse a little ways off from the others to drink. While the horse had its fill he removed his boots and sat down next to it to soak his feet.

"You are goot horse. Maybe when I leave thees wretched place I take you vit me."
The horse neighed in what seemed like agreement and he laughed. The was a rustle in the brush behind him. He turned to find a lone wolf staring at him. This must be a sign. Even in this cursed country Nu Pagodi was watching over him.

"Hallo my friend. You look hungry."

He took some salted meat from his pack, gave thanks to the thunder god, and tossed it to the wolf. The animal sniffed it for a long moment before accepting it and running off into the woods. Nikolai smiled. Maybe things weren't so bad after all. He shrugged and went back to enjoying his soak.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Camp - Night 1


The clearing beside the pond proved to be enough room to circle up the wagons just in case they needed to defend themselves, and for those who were not part of the wagons to set up their gear. A few wandered off to find a nice tree to sleep against, others simply lay down on bedrolls under the stars. Constance took her time hobbling the horses and tying their halters to a rope she strung up between two trees. Many days could be spent finding a horse that bolted during the night, she didn't plan on getting slowed down by a preventable accident. Each horse's bridle and saddle were removed, and she brushed them down and fed them a few handfuls of grain from a bag. It was more minerals and necessary elements they may not get just foraging at the grass on the ground.

She had given them time to drink prior to this, and they seemed content enough to shift into a calm slumber by the end of the grooming.

Taking her saddle, she placed it down away from the fire where the flames wouldn't make her vision cloudy at night. She enjoyed watching the shadows, not being blind to all but what the fire showed her. At night, it showed very little dangerous things. Her bedroll was laid out, and a pelt placed on top of it. Just in case it got cold.

Constance then headed off to the pond, taking the opportunity to wash her hands, feet and face in the cool water. Maybe she would have had a swim, but there was plenty more to be done before such restful measures. This was more just her cleansing ritual. So far it had worked to keep the bad spirits of traveling with people out of her life. She noticed the foreigner sitting further down the bank, and gave a swift wave to indicate she acknowledged his presence.

Soon she replaced her shoes, and headed off to find the other Hunters and Rangers.

"Shall we go hunt?"

The question was posed to gain food for the entire group. It was her first way of paying her way on this journey.

"There are boar and elk tracks all over the area, and rub marks off near the pond. I suspect it won't take more than an hour to follow, claim a kill, and return."

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Name: Naida Jaroslawa
Role: Healer
Age: 25

Location: Camp - Night 1


Tales of trolls had set Naida a little more worried than she probably should have been. Benjamin had not been trying to scare her but he had managed to scare her a little bit with his tale. Camp had been made and Naida was quick to get her things settled down. She heard that some of the group was going to go hunting, she was definitely not built nor trained for hunting.

She opened up her bag and was taking her time going through the herbs that she had brought with her making sure that they had traveled well in her bag. She definitely wanted to make adjustments if they were getting destroyed in their little pouches.

"Are you going hunting?" She asked her riding companion.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Benjamin Grimstom

Name: Benjamin Grimstom
Role: Church Knight
Age: 28

Location: Camp - Night 1

He was busy getting his horse and the mule ready for the night when Naida voiced her question. He had by now removed his helmet, but was still dressed in full armor

"It seems like there is enough hunters"

He grinned

"I think I'll only be able to bring a bear or boar back, they are the only things that don't run when they hear me coming close in all this armor"

He started to remove his armor and got out the oil, polish, rags and wetstones to first look after his armor and weapons before getting ready for the evening.

"If they come back empty handed at least you and me will be able to eat something tonight and of course help anybody who has a reasonable request for food"

He was by now stripped off his armor, made certain that the animals are pegged down and ready for the evening, before he sat down to work on his armor and weapons

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Name: Naida Jaroslawa
Role: Healer
Age: 25

Location: Camp - Night 1


Naida smiled when he said that he could only bring back and bear or a boar. She supposed that he was right however, those were strong animals that were not frightened easily but even if she was allowed to wear his armor she wouldn't want to go up against those beasts. She was small, not at all a strong like the knight she was traveling with. She had to admit that even though he looked as though he could easily fight off a number of the men here that he was good in nature.

He was going to share if need be and he didn't seem upset by the fact that it might happen.

"You are a good man, good sir knight," she teased as she studied him without his armor.

She had to admit that he was an attractive man, even if that was not what she was looking for on this adventure. More than likely being a man of the church he was not interested in the flesh anyway.

"I think I am going to go down to the pond and wash up before the water gets too cold," she said. There were probably other people that had the same thought. They had not really started up the mountain yet so the day had heated the pond up but the temperatures were sure to drop now that night had set in.

She wasn't sure it was appropriate for her to ask him to watch over her while she bathed. Sure, she was nervous about some of the other men here and even animals but it would probably be too strange of a request for him.

 

[silvastormcloud]

Name: Abrielle Regis
Role: Bard
Age: 22
Location: Camp: Night One

It was with a weary sigh that the bard slid down from her mare. It had only been a day’s ride and her buttocks and thigh already felt tender. ‘The first days out are always the hardest’ Abrielle told herself, wondering if she had perhaps spent too long at Fort Ridge and had lost her edge and rubbing her hand along her leather clad thigh.

After tying off her horse Abrielle took a long drink from the clear cool pond. She dipped her face into the water long enough to wash away the trail dust then refilled her canteen.

“Shall we go hunt,” the huntress Constance asked.

Abrielle ran her eyes over the gathered wagoners, noticing the slight bulge in the occasional coin pouch and licked her lips. “There seems to be enough capable hunters this night. I shall remain and keep the home fires burning.”

With a practiced shrug the bard had freed her harp from its leather case. She was into her first song as she stepped into the circled wagons, singing a song of the trail, her agile fingers skipping across the strings.

 

[TimberRattler]

Name: Nikolai Von Tartakov
Role: Mercenary/Soldier
Age: 35

Location: Camp-Night 1

Nikolai's mood was much improved after seeing the wolf. He looked back towards camp and saw a pale, dark haired woman give a brisk wave of acknowledgement. He wasn't certain it was meant for him, but he smiled and returned it all the same. He put his boots back and led the horse back to camp. He checked the animal's wounds again and applied more salve. It was half gone, hopefully one of these people was a healer. He finished hobbling the horse for the night.

"I call you Grisha after favorite uncle, what you think?"

The horse seemed pleased and neighed its agreement. He smiled. It was then that he heard the most wonderful music he'd ever heard. He followed the sound to a circle of wagons. A beautiful blonde girl was playing a stringed instrument. He'd seen one before but couldn't place it. However that currently didn't matter. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her movements and music entranced him. The group parted like the sea on a shallow reef, but for once Nikolai did not notice. He sat at her feet enraptured by her voice. When the song ended he offered her a fistful of gold coins with a trembling hand.

 

[xela89]

Name: Bello Le Mani
Role: Thief
Age: 22
Location: Camp: Night One

Bello was exhausted from the day's journeying. He had originally intended to hitch a ride on the back of a wagon, but had instead opted to trek alongside Abrielle and Constance. He had been settled down on a grassy patch next to one of the wagons for a little while now. He was sitting cross-legged, enthusiastically waving around one of his shoes, trying to remove a stubborn stone that was lodged somewhere inside. Then he heard the sweet music of a harp glide through the wind accross his ears. Abrielle... he thought to himself and instantly hopped to his feet, steadying himself against the side of the wagon as he replaced his shoe. After spending a few seconds staging a last-ditch attempt to shake loose the stone, he gave up and limped over the see what was going on.

Sure enough, as he entered the circle of wagons he saw the young bard singing and daintily plucking her harp. Sat in front of her was a big, armoured man. As the song came to a close, he seemed to be holding something out in front of him. Moving closer to inspect it, Bello soon saw that it was in fact a fistful of coins. Bello's eyes lit up. Gold... he thought to himself, a grin of temptation slowly spreading across his face. Suddenly, he shook his head vigorously and uttered under hs breath: "No... now's not the time". He skulked off into a small crowd of people a little way back from Abrielle and the armoured man: some of whom seemed to be worried about getting too close to the man. Bello had not seen his face, but judging by his imposing size he felt this may have something to do with it.

"Bello!" came a familiar voice from behind him. As he turned round, he saw the two scruffy young men from last night's revelry, who had marched him from the alleyway that morning. They were standing just behind him. "Ah my friends! how are you?" he asked, smiling politely but secretly realising he could not remember their names for the life of him. "You made it here in one piece then Bello!" exclaimed the man who had called Bello's name. He then looked over to the centre of the circle. "She's a pretty young thing, isn't she?" said the other of the men, nodding in the direction of the bard. "That she is. that she is..." mumbled Bello as he watched Abrielle intently. Nimble fingers indeed, he chuckled to himself - his gaze upon her unfaltering as he looked out from the crowd.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Camp - Night 1


Several of the Hunters, or Rangers if they felt like it seemed interested in joining the hunt. They would need a few sizable finds to feed the entire group, but the wagons already seemed to be preparing a decent sized fire and white flours were already getting mixed for bread. It would hopefully make for a filling meal. They headed off into the forest, the tall trees blocking what moonlight they had so that it looked eerily dark. But it seemed normal to them at the same time.

Constance crouched down at a rub mark, checking hoof prints. Deer, a stag by the looks of the indents and fur on the trunk of the tree. It would be a good size. She followed the tracks, bow in hand and arrow on the string. The tip sharp enough to piece a bears hide.

The hunters spread out, moving through the forest silently. Occasionally a bird or rabbit would be disturbed but so far nobody fired. They wanted something more substantial.

Half an hour into tracking they came upon another clearing. Four does, one foal and a big stag stood feeding. So far they seemed not to sense the hunters presence. Looking sideways, Constance indicated to take two of the does. Leaving the stag, foal, mother and another doe to continue populating the area. The other doe also seemed to be heavily pregnant. It was sustainable farming.

Two would indeed start them out well.

And they could continue to search for more variety in their game.

So on cue, the two does were taken down without worry, two arrows to the chest more than enough. Of course the other deer ran off, but that wasn't a problem. They had two clean kills. Sending the others off to track down more, perhaps a boar, Constance began to carve up the deer. Wrapping the parts in the hide to keep the flies off it. The hindquarters would also be taken, along with any good fillets of venison. All in all, it was a heavy load. Four back legs, and the fillets.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Benjamin Grimstom

Name: Benjamin Grimstom
Role: Church Knight
Age: 28

Location: Camp - Night 1

He grinned as she teased him, his hands already busy with their task of cleaning his armor, her remark that she would like to go bathe herself, made him wonder if he shouldn't offer to guard her. He thought about that for a few moments, of course it seemed like a duty to him to accompany her when she leaves the protection of the fire light, not only to protect her from wild animals, but also from men who would like to know her better without her consent

"If you so wish, I would come along and look after your safety, we are in the more wilder parts now"

He nodded towards the wagons

"And it does seem that bread is being prepared, so I'm sure we will have at least that to eat later on, so no immediate need to start preparing a meal"

He had finished cleaning the last bit of his mail and set it aside, his horse would discourage anybody coming close to his belongings, not that Benjamin did not trust anybody, but he knew that temptation to take from another especially if it is shiny is always present in a man's heart. A thought crossed his mind and it brought a smile to his face

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Name: Naida Jaroslawa
Role: Healer
Age: 25

Location: Camp - Night 1


She was surprised that he was offering to watch her but she supposed that she shouldn't be surprised. He was a knight and it was his job to keep an eye on those who could not defend themselves and he was a man.

"I'd appreciate it if you're not too busy," she answered as he continued to clean his armor. She really was glad that she had found such a riding partner to keep an eye on her on her first adventure.

Once he was done she got to her feet and grabbed the things she would need to get dried off and dressed when she was done bathing. She felt safer with Benjamin there and didn't seem to be too worried about going down to the pond and getting undressed.

She was sure that the knight wouldn't watch her, but she moved to where she thought that no one else would see her undress and then left her clothes there as she took the blanket that she had brought with her and went do to the edge of the water before setting the blanket on a nearby rock before stepping into the water. She was quick to submerge herself in the water.

It was cool and it was clear that it wasn't as warm as she was hoping as she gasped.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Benjamin Grimstom

Name: Benjamin Grimstom
Role: Church Knight
Age: 28

Location: Camp - Night 1

Her gasp made him look at her, his hand on the hilt of his sword, he looked at her naked back and smiled, before he returned his gaze to look away from her. He was no stranger to naked women, but he was sure that Naida wanted her privacy and he was there to ensure just that.

He listened to her bathe and the sounds of a harp as it wafted on the evening wind, he hear her emerge and started to dry herself, he grinned

"The water sounded like it wasn't as warm as you hoped"

He waited patiently, sure not to turn around and find her in a compromising position

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Name: Naida Jaroslawa
Role: Healer
Age: 25

Location: Camp - Night 1


Naida let the cool water soothe her muscles. It had not been a particularly hard day but she was not used to riding for hours on end. There was a nice thing about cold water that not many knew. Cold water would cause the muscles to shiver which actually led to the person falling asleep and getting a better nights rest.

At least she wouldn't have to worry about that this evening.

When she finished washing she was careful to dry herself off really well before finally heading back up to where Ben was waiting for her. She smiled when he asked her about the water as she got dressed.

"You heard that?" She asked. "Yeah I guess I wasn't expecting it," she admitted trying not to blush. "Thanks for keeping an eye on me."

She really didn't know what else she was supposed to do now. Had he looked? Had he been a gentleman? She wasn't sure, she had faith that he had been good and not looked and it would seem that it was all that mattered for now.

"You hungry?" She asked trying to draw her thoughts from where they were.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Camp - Night 1


Arriving back at camp, many people were either talking around smaller campfires or listening to the lovely melody of the harp. Constance made her way over to the cooking area of the fire and turned over the spoils of the first part of the hunt. For now it could be cooking, and she could be washing up...again.

This was for a more obvious reason though, carrying the meat had caused considerable blood to drip down her back and arms, giving her a rather grotesque look. But it caused her little discomfort. Such was life. Was she meant to watch every droplet. The meat was still warm, waiting too long could mean it would go off or become spoiled. Now it could be either cooked or salted.

Walking past the Knight and the Healer, Constance gave each a smile before sitting down on the bank of the pond to remove her clothing. It would become foul if not washed, and since she was in the company of others she couldn't get away with simply stinking for weeks on end.

Removing her clothing she crouched on the shore, wearing her shorts and a simply top. The leather hide helped protect the cotton undergarments. Once each was washed, she placed them on the shore to dry. Before removing the rest of her clothing and wading off into the water. If someone stole them, she would simply track them down and gut them. Or remove hands. She supposed it depended on herself at the time.

The water was cold, but she was hardened to the elements.

For now her work was done. And she could relax.

The water cleaned the grime from her skin, and anyone that happened to peak in the moonlight would see many a scar across her body. Mainly on her arms and legs, although it was obvious she had been punished at some point long ago from the lash marks across her back. They were old stories. Nothing new though.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Benjamin Grimstom

Name: Benjamin Grimstom
Role: Church Knight
Age: 28

Location: Camp - Night 1

He walked with her back towards their gear and laughed good naturally at her question.

"I am a man, we are always hungry when there is food available, but first I must clean my chain mail as well"

With that he proceeded to slip off his hauberk and picked up one of the rags dipped in oil to clean the rings as he looked over at the cooks

"It seems that our bloodied hunter brought back a good amount of meat, I am sure that tonight we will eat well"

His hands moved on their own as he studied Naida, he smiled and then he looked down at his hands as he worked. She was the good looking, hard working type of woman, the type that a man could settle down with. He started to wonder how it would be to settle down, not to be out on some mission, he shook the mood from himself and continued with his work.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Name: Zerathul Duskfang
Role: Ranger
Age: 27
Location: Night 1 - Camp

Zerathul had nothing to do. Normally he would have continued moving, but he could not do so without leaving the group behind. He stopped Abelard and slid off of him. He patted the horse's neck and let the reins go after giving him some hay from a saddlebag. He then took the saddle off of him and layed it on the ground. He had a way with animals, and knew Abelard would not wander. Nor would he let anything be stolen. Zerathul turned and caught the group of hunters and rangers leaving the camp to hunt.

He followed. He did not hunt himself, but instead just came to observe. They were all good hunters, that much he could see. He stayed with Constance when the rest of the group moved on. He stayed in the shadows and remained out of sight while he watched her work. He enjoyed very few things if any, but being near this woman was one of them. For what reason, he did not know. He watched as she continued about her work, then followed as she carried her catch back. He would've offered his help, but he guessed that she would not have appreciated his offer.

He followed her through camp, nodding to the knight as he passed. He was one of the few that he respected here. He then proceeded to follow Constance down to the bank. He did not consider himself to be following her, to be exact, but merely wanting to know why he enjoyed her company. He turned his eyes when she began removing her clothing and instead looked up at the moon. He heard the gentle plash of water and when he was concerned she was under the water, he looked over again. He realized after a second that she had scars all along her skin. None seemed new, but then again, one can never be sure.

Zerathul stepped out of the trees, allowing himself to be seen. He was still silent, but he no longer hid in the shadows. He looked back up at the moon and spoke.

"A beautiful night." he said, his voice low.

He had also had his own fair share of scars...but that was a story for another time.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Camp - Night 1


The water was indeed cold, and as Constance moved through it she dived under. Watching the few fish who seemed not to swim away at the sight of her. She looked around on the bottom for a while before resurfacing. Often she would catch fish, but game that walked on the earth were much easier to track. Fish seemed to only follow the currents and food. Oh, and hiding places. When she surfaced again, her eyes picked up the Ranger, Zerathul Duskfang, as he moved out of the tree line. She wondered just how long he had been watching, but also felt the tension in her neck disappear as soon as she spotted him. Maybe he had been watching for longer than expected. She had been tense since the deer was tracked.

Wiping the hair out of her eyes, she swam back closer to the shore. Mainly to avoid having to shout out for him to hear her.

"Indeed."

Her voice seemed to find solice in the moon, as though it brought her peace of mind. But as she turned to look on who spoke a smirk crossed her face.

"Keen eyes and quiet steps, I would surely hate to become your prey Duskfang."

Remaining in the water, she let it sooth the aches from her journey and instead dove under again to examine the bottom of the pond. The grains of sand slipped through her fingers carelessly before sinking back down to join the millions of others. When her lungs felt closer to no longer holding her breath she resurfaced.

"Unless you happen to enjoy stealing women's clothing as they bathe...perhaps?"

Smiling, she swam over to where her feet could touch the bottom and waded out of the water. Sitting down on a rock, she twisted her hair and let the water drip out of it. Before drying herself off enough to slip her undergarments and shirt back on. For now she would enjoy nothing more than laying down and drying off fully. Which she did, finding a flat enough rock to lay down on and look up at the moon.

"You don't speak much, so conversation doesn't seem to be your calling. What do you offer the world?"

 

[DormantEvil]

((Unfortunately silvastormcloud, or our Abrielle has had to leave this RP. Let us continue on, in the hopes her character might return at a later date.))

 

[LeoHawk35]

Name: Zerathul Duskfang
Role: Ranger
Age: 27
Location: Camp - Night 1

Zerathul glanced down at her as she spoke. Yes, he had heard that many times. He paid the comment little attention, as he was sure she would lead him on a merry chase should he need to hunt her. Safe to say, he didn't plan on attemting to kill Constance any time soon. She seemed to be enjoying herself at least. He shook his head slightly after the stealing comment. He did not steal...often.

Zerathul glanced over at her again as she rose out of the water. His eyes roamed of their own will before he could tear them from Constance's body. She was leasing to the eye, but that wasn't what he came here for. Then again, what was he here for? Something to do, most likely.

He also supposed that she was right. Conversation wasn't really his thing. What does he offer the world...A way to keep things under control, he assumed. Other than that? He stayed out of the way. Lived his own life. He walked over and stood several feet away from where she was lying. He would have joined her, but...hmm.

"What do I offer? A good question..." he mused.

He felt the barest of smiles touch his lips as he looked down at her.

(That's dissapointing. She was enrapturing the others with her voice. Hopefully she will be back.)

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Camp - Night 1


Looking from the moon to the man standing nearby, Constance smiled. The air between them was awkward, but it was also comfortable. It was an odd balance. Putting her hands behind her head, she looked back up at the moon. The smell of cooking venison beginning to waft around the camp and down to the pond on the breeze. It was a cold breeze, and if Constance stayed out much longer in just her undergarments she might catch a cold. But since her body was yet to begin shivering, she was content.

"I suspect you offer a steady hand in combat. A calm outlook on situations. And are bound by some degree of moral heart. But then again, I could be laying down at the feet of an awkward, anti-social murderer and not know it. I sense it's not the latter. At least I hope I sense it's not that."

Giving him a small grin, she sat up and gathered her leathers. Each was dry enough now that she could begin to dress again.

"I am also uncertain of my place in the world. Am I merely a tracker and hunter of game...for now I am. But I want more. Yearn for it."

Doing up some of the buckles that held her leather armor in place, she looked up at him.

"This adventure drew me towards it...and now that I am here, I feel a sort of uneasy peace."

 

[LeoHawk35]

Name: Zerathul Duskfang
Role: Ranger
Age: 27
Location Camp - Night 1

Zerathul looked back up the moon. He had always respected the moon, for it was as solitary as he. He actually smiled internally at her next words. She had a good sense of humor. He looked down at her as she got her clothing together, then looked into her eyes as she looked up at him. He held her gaze, and the ice in his eyes seemed to melt away. He looked away quickly. What was that?

"I have a similar feeling. Ever since I arrived, I have felt a sort of 'inner peace'." his voice was slightly different from his norm.

It was the truth, mostly. He wasn't sure about the adventure, but she was the cause of that feeling. Maybe it was the adventure. He wasn't sure.

"The food seems to be coming well. If you wish to go, I will not keep you. I think I will stay here...for a time, at least." he spoke in a calm voice, but devoid of the coldness that usually defined it.

He wanted her to stay for a little while longer and talk to him, but he would live by his word. He glanced down at her.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Constance Rion
Role: Hunter
Age: 25

Location: Camp - Night 1

Looking back towards the camp, with the soft notes of the bard still keeping those around the fires company, she shook her head softly. Instead, once she was fully dressed and had her weapons stored as per usual she stood up and turned to the Ranger.

"I doubt they will eat it all, and the other party doesn't seem to have returned just yet. I'll stay a while longer. A walk might help me sleep later anyway."

Turning away, she slowly began to walk along the shore. Wondering if he would join her for the evening stroll. Either way, she talked to him. The breeze messing with her hair ever so slightly and she brushed it out of her eyes. Hands behind her back clasped and relaxed. Occasionally she would kick at a stone, or watch the reflection of the moon on the water.

"How did you come to be a Ranger?" she queried. Interested in finding out just a little more about the man who seemed to have her own interests. Crouching down, she picked up many smooth round stones and proceeded to occasionally throw one out onto the water. Letting them skim the surface. Each time she counted how many times they skipped. Passing one over to him, she stopped and turned. Wondering if he was practiced in the skill.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Name: Zerathul Duskfang
Role: Ranger
Age: 27
Location: Camp - Night 1

Zerathul turned to follow, walking just behind her without a sound. He had often walked like this, but not with another present. He looked over at her when she asked her next question. How did he become a Ranger? He hadn't really thought about it before. And the wind in her hair wasn't helping to clear his thoughts. He looked away, following her own gaze at the moon on the water.

"I did not choose this, I was chosen. Though if I had a choice, I would have chosen it anyway."

Yes, chosen indeed. He came from a different line of Rangers than the others who were here. He stopped to watch her skip small stones over the water, then took the stone she handed him, his hand barely brushing hers. He tilted his head slightly at the small rock in his hand. He had done this before. Many times before. He threw it towards the water and got two skips more than hers. He looked down at her again.

"The elders of my order chose me for my skills. I showed a certain ability in the skills of the Ranger."

A certain skill. He had hunted down and killed a local bandit lord and his company at the age of six with nothing but a bow and couple dozen arrows. Again, a story for another time. Now wasn't the time nor place to be recalling his past. He may not like what he recalls.

"And you? How did you get to be a hunter?" he asked, curious. Normally a woman of her looks would have chosen something a little different. At least, that was his experience.