Dragons and Magic II: The Hunt for DreamWeaver

[rengadeirishman]

with a sharp "YAH" Cormac and Setanta galloped forward, as they were closing in Setanta turned hard and Cormac leapt from his back into the air, performing his battle-leap, as he sailed over the minotaurs head he stabbed hard downward with his glaive, aiming for the soft spot at the base of his neck. The minotaur barely raised his axe before the glaive bit deep into his neck, entering his internal organs from the top down. Cormac released the shaft as he hit the ground rolling. In a moment he sprang up behind the other, shield on his arm and sword in his hand. He lowered himself into a battle position as he twirled his sword. The second minotaur roared and slashed his axe toward Cormac's head. Cormac ducked quickly and delivered a stab to the minoaturs side. He then was forced to jump back as the minotaur brought the axe down at the ground. The axe stuck briefly, but it was long enough. With a mighty stroke, Cormac seperated his hands from his arms at the wrist. The minotaur bellowed in pain, but was quickly quieted as Cormac slashed his throat with another blow, and then knocked the bull-man to the ground, finishing him with a stab to the heart. Cormac pulled his sword from the body and quickly dropped to his knees, holding the sword aloft. "Nuada Airgetlamh, look here." he said, addressing the Riada god of war. "I sacrifice these bulls to you, grant me further victory on my quest and the blood of my enemies will be to your honour." Cormac dipped his finger in the minotaur's blood and quickly painted his own face, drawing a line down from each of his eyes and down his chin. He then produced a ceremonial knife and slashed his hand, drawing a rune of conquest on the minotaurs chest. "Behold my offerings, and find them pleasing." he said finally. He then bound his wounded hand and cleaned his weapons. Conchobar again settled on his shoulder and he rode on. "Soon I shall reach the red mountain."

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial handed the girl up to O'Bonn and begain climbing out of the water just as O'Bonn's spell wore off. She smiled seeing Ona move twards them to help as well as the poney not far from where they stood. Thank you for your help both of you.

She helped O'Bonn lay the girl gently on the ground she appeared to be breathing at least tho unconcious from the pain in her sholder, and loss of blood. O'Bonn if Ona and I hold her down can you remove the arrow from her sholder? she asked.

Looking at Ona as she waited for O'Bonn's awncer on wether the arrow could be removed or not. She asked how far behind the others were, and if they had come across any trouble while she had been scouting, and explained to them both how she had come across the girl and ended up in the river warining them about the other two orc's she had seen and that there were possably more around.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn listened to Idrial's request, then knelt to examine the girl's wound. He had seen many arrow wounds in battle before. He knew this one, shot from the orc's bow, would hurt greatly when it was removed.

He nodded to Idrial, saying, "you must hold her tightly, as her pain shall be great."

 

[WideEyedShock]

Jin was clean. That was the only way to describe her happiness at the moment. She was clean, her clothes were being cleaned, and her stomach was full of bread and soup. She began whistling a tune as she continued to swing the axe, chopping the tree she had felled for the oracle's firewood. The tree had stood in a ravine carved by a river behind the oracles tent, not far from the cave where the woman actually made her home. The oracle was about ten feet away beating her own clothes and Jin's against the rocks.

She stopped whistling when she heard screams and shouting from perhaps a half mile down river, the noise funneled toward her by the ravine. Angered voices clashed in battle. She heard deep rage-filled death cries, and then.... silence. Too much silence! Her head whipped around in shock to see the river standing as still as glass.

The oracle swore. "Damn elves! How am I supposed to finish my laundry?!"

"We should go help! There might be injured!"

"Their battle is over, now they tend to their wounded. How much help would we be, naked as the day we came crying?"

Jin looked down. Ahhh... right.

The oracle spread their clothes out on the rocks in the sun to dry. She waved for Jin to follow her into her cave. "Come girl. Let us discuss your errand to the Dragons."

 

[Mantra]

Borgus's entry post

Borgus knelt down before the chieftain standing when Moon-Shank motioned for him to rise. These had been troubling times for the chief and his clan. The hill lands around the Red Mountain were a harsh land even in the best of times, but was showing to be a rough winter. The Taurians had faired somewhat better than the other beast tribes scattered through the hills and beyond. Mostly because Moon-Shank had insisted in the cultivation of small farms in the meager lowlands in their territory. Many had scoffed at the notion and the chieftain had even had to kill one of this clansmen when the suggestion had provoked an insult and challenge. Few scoffed now as the ‘bloodless’ vegetable had supplemented many a calf and family.

Still, the Taurians were not farmers or scavengers. They were hunters, warriors and raiders and very proud to be. Borgus had led many successful raids, capturing much bounty for the glory of his tribe and his honor. For all his ventures had earned him the honor of being named as war chief and the privilege to stand at the right hand of the Chieftan and even speak for the tribe at times.

“Rise, Borgus, War-chief and speak with me.” said Moon-Shank. “There are many words which we must say to the others.”

The ‘others’ were the other tribe chieftains, as theirs was far from the only Taurian tribe in the hills. Also there were the packs of goblins, orcs, ogres and wolven to consider. Although the Taurians often quarreled with the other beasts and tribes, even to the point of open war sometimes, the groups still often traded with and plotted together against their mutual foes, the human, and elves living in woods and plains, and especially the dwarves living on the Red Mountain. The mountain dwarves were reputed to have riches and wealth beyond measure, but the dwarves employed fearsome and winged demon-men who hounded all. Nothing greater than a simple raid had ever been successful against the town high on the mountain slopes and even raids were hazardous, but garnered much glory if successful.

Borgus himself had once led a raid against a goat ranch, only to be repelled by one of the hated Winged Ones. One, with long horns and leathery black wings, was particularly merciless and brutal. Borgus longed to meet this one ain battle for the greater glory of his tribe and name...

“The chieftains are gathering.” Said Moon-Shank. “There is more talk of the dead ones in the trees. That and another beast-leader has emerged, named Doorna. This one has won the ear of several chieftain and will speak at the gathering. Come Borgus War-Chief. Come and hear what is to be said.”

 

[Optimas]

Borgus rises

Borgus pulled on his shoulder armor onto his right arm, the smell of leather filling his nostrils. The familiar smell of war (It was said that the chieftain’s shoulder armor was made by the Taurian gods and that the leather was made from the last great Tarian hero - Masco.).

The straps fitted perfectly round his wrist, elbow and under his shoulder, the metal was black, it was oiled and moved fluidly over the Taurian`s muscled arms.
Borgus looked into his reflection on a shiny bit of metal clinging to the wall. He rubbed his hand down the scar to his eye. It was a miracle he could just about see from it, he snorted. He pulled a necklace from a stand and clasped it round his neck it had three small skulls.
The metal kilt he swung round his waist, and pulled on a massive metal gauntlets made from the same black metal as his shoulder pad, it had three inch long spikes out of the fist. He opened and closed his hand there was a small squeak. He pulled out some oil cloth and smeared it over the knuckles. A quick test and it moved freely without a sound, he placed the cloth back and pulled on his battle boots, big strong and covered in metal.
Borgus moved to his full height 7" tall not including his horns, he was monstrous. He shook his head allowing his braided hair flow out behind him, most braids were adorned with small pieces of gold banding, some small blades. Finally he pulled a metal mask from a side cabinet he placed it against his face it covered the top half of his maw and his forehead, he tied it back and looked at his reflection, he snorted so hard this time the mirror steamed up instantly.
He moved to the front of the hut, and was greeted by baying Taurian`s all were making a ruckuss some even calling his name. He flexed his muscles and looked at the group, he saw his calf moving towards him holding the prized war hammer of his tribe (like the armor handed down generation after generation.)
Borgus pulled the hammer clear, and roared to the heavens, "ArAGHHHH, does anyone challenge me before the gathering?" The Taurians went quiet and Borgus stood waiting as was the ritual. He waited to see if any would stand before him, wishing to take the title for themselves.

 

[Dracona]

Ona felt for the mind of her donkey, Bardo, and urged him gently to head toward the river to join her. She had things in the bundles on his back that might be useful in tending the injured one. She braced herself across the girl’s thighs to hold her down and looked over at Idrial.

“The others aren’t far, they should be able to tell which fork to take.” She told them of the two wounded Orcs she had sensed and sent into deep sleep and that she couldn’t feel anything else in the immediate vicinity. “But there could be more heading this way. We should move on as soon as we can. I can’t guarantee how long the Orcs will stay down if others come along and try to wake them.”

She looked to O’Bonn and nodded her head to indicate she was ready when he was.

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial nodded while she moved to lay across the gril's chest and arms using her own weght to hold her down while O'Bonn removed the arrow. Idiral agreed with Ona that they needed to hurry, and hopped it wouldnt take the others long to reach them.

If they didnt arrive here soon then they would meet up with them shortly, once the girls wound was bound and she was able to travel even if she needed carried on horse infront of one of them.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn made no pretense about removing the arrow. He knelt beside the girl, and grasp the shaft of the arrow near where it's broadhead had imbedded into her shoulder.

"This will hurt," he whispered. And then, in one swift motion, he jerked the arrow free. He then placed his hand, wrapped in a piece of linen he had taken from his horse, over the wound.

"Ona?" he asked, "please hold this here. Pressure will stop the blood flow." He then stood and cast his Elven eyes towards the road. "The others are coming," he said to them. "We should not tarry here long."

 

[Mantra]

Cormac

He had seen no more minotaurs since he had killed the two on the path two days back. The hills had become higher and rougher as they became the base of the tall mountain plateaus and mountainside of the Red Mountain. Light snow had appeared on the ground and frost lingered well into the morning. Cormac however, believed he was being followed.

On his journey, he had made his way up a steep and narrow path, then hid behind a bushy knoll in order to catch his pursuer. It had taken some time, but he eventually saw what looked like a large, bipedal wolf. Cormac had heard of Wolven before, although he had never seen one personally. They were similar to the werewolves of legend in appearance, but they were what they were by nature, not disease. They were also known to be craven, lowly creatures. In addition to the solitary wolven, three timber wolves loped along with and around the wolven pursuer.

Cormac planned to ambush the creature once it came into range of his hiding spot, but the creature never reappeared on the path. Either it had discovered Cormac's hiding spot or there was another way up the mountain. Whatever else wolven might be, they were clever woodsmen.

 

[Dracona]

Ona moved to kneel beside the injured girl lifting her shoulders to cradle her in one arm, sharing the warmth of her body while she held the cloth tight against the wound to stem the bloodflow. She looked her over critically, checking for any other obvious wounds and saw nothing but a few scrapes and a couple of developing bruises. Apart from that they would have to wait until she woke and see.

She gazed back down the trail looking for signs of the others. She wasn't even sure if Valanthe had heard her last word and understood why she had raced off so quickly. She had acted on instinct and not given it any thought.

Water from the girl's clothing and the pack still slung around her neck ran in rivulettes over the front of Ona's body and she adjusted her temperature, radiating more heat for both of them. Steam soon began to rise as the moisture evaporated leaving them mostly dry in just a few moments. She checked the wound and saw that the bleeding had slowed but not stopped completely. It would need to be cleaned and dressed, there was plenty of soft tissue damage and probably muscle as well.

Ona's eyes flicked over the girl's face taking in her slender features, the distinctive shape of her ear showing through her short dark hair. Elven. She cast about in her mind seeing if she knew anything about elvish metabolism, did they heal faster than humans, were they more susceptible or resistant to certain things. She drew a blank, as if coming up against a solid wall. Either she knew nothing of them or it was locked away with so many other bits of information. One thing she did know, the 'girl' as she had been thinking of her was probably much older than she looked and thus no girl. Ona chuckled to herself. It was quite possible that out of all her recent acquaintances she was the young one. Another of those things she found oddly amusing over the past few days.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Cormac saw the road suddenly empty. Should i pursue? he thought to himself, as he got back on the trail. He considered it carefully then decided against it. The Wulven would know this land better then me, to hunt it would not only waste time, but potentially lead me into an unwise situation. he thought. Must be extra careful. I need to get to the mountain. He spoke to Conchobar "Fly above me and keep your sharp eyes open, if you see something return to me." Conchobar merely nodded a slight a slight bird nod and flew off. "Eoghain, walk off the trail and keep your ears up and your nose down, so we do not get surprised." Eoghain moved off. Cormac grabbed setantas reins and lead him carefully along the rough ground, keeping a firm grip on his glaive.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn, too, saw the girl was of the Elves. He peered quietly over Ona's shoulder as she brushed the wounded one's hair away from her face. He leaned close enough that he shared the warmth that radiated from Ona.

The river had once again begun its flow. O'Bonn looked cautiously about. No water fairies had appeared. This was a good thing. He had no time to deal with an over-amorous water sprite.

Looking back to the girl, O'Bonn considered her. She was not a High Elf, like he, although she could very well be from the Northern Lands. If this was so, then she was as much his responsibility as anyone's now. M'Rhun held all of his subjects dear. M'Rhun was the king of the Elves of North. And as such, M'Rhun was his father.

Whatever the instance, be she from his world or another, O'Bonn knew they must now get her to feet and be away from here to rejoin Gar and Valanthe.

 

[Ithica]

Aranel floated in and out of consciousness. During one of her more lucid moments she felt herself being pulled through the water. She could feel herself getting panicked at the thought that the orcs had found her. Aranel fought to keep awake so that she could see what had her.She opened her eyes and saw a long dark braid floating in the water beside her.

Aranel turned her head and saw that her rescuer looked elven. She was relieved by the thought that perhaps a group of elves had been fighting the orcs that had attacked her. Even though Aranel felt safe, she knew that she was still hurt and that could be a problem. She let herself slip back into unconsciousness knowing that it would be better for now. She knew that she didn't want to be awake when the arrow came out.



Aranel felt more comfortable as the warmth return to her body but winced at the sharp ache in her shoulder. She was confused that her clothes were dry and wondered how long she had been out for. Aranel slowly opened her eyes so that she could find out where she was and was taken by surprised when she found out that she was cradled in the arms of a human. Aranel had little contact with humans so was very surprised to see one now.

The woman holding her didn't look that much different from an elf. Her facial features were a little different and her ears were curved at the tips rather than pointed. But what gave her away was the lost look that the kindness in her blue eyes failed to hide. She felt pressure and turned her attention to her shoulder. She noticed that the woman was holding cloth against her wound but, more importantly, the arrow was gone. "Thank you." Aranel said and closed her eyes to relaxed again.

 

[Mantra]

Borgus

None stepped forward in challenge so with a final glare at the crowd around him, Borgus snorted and stepped to his chieftain's side. Moon-Shank wore boots and an armored kilt similar to Borgus's own, but had only a simple, leather harness about his torso from which hung various trophies; feathers, finger bones, rings, glyphs and the like. on his head was a steel skullcap with two wide slats cut along the temples to allow for the skullcap to slip over his silver shod horns. A silvery-blue moonstone, the size of an apricot was attached to the cap and sat directly over his forehead. In one fist was his own weapon, a massive two pronged trident and a small buckler was fastened to his opposite forearm. His eyes noted Borgus's approach but otherwise did not react. Borgus knew that, while age was beginning to concern some, even encourage a few who might wish to become chief themselves, Moon-Shank was still both wiley and skilled as an opponent.

An honor guard of four other Taurians pounded their weapons against their chests until Borgus stood before them, then they all as one stepped forward to take their positions around their chieftain. With a bellow, the entire lot took off at a jog.
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An entire night had passed as the group journeyed to the meeting place. It was one of the very few places in all the hills beneath the Red Mountain that all the beast tribes called 'sacred'. It was a recession in the hills where a well had been carved out long before any records of any tribe recorded. Likewise there was a large, flat stone near the well which acted as a makeshift table for all to gather around. In addition, while the meeting place was in a depression, none could approach without coming under the observation of any would be lookouts.

Only two were allowed to approach the table, but it had been agreed for many, many generations, that while none was required to agree or like one another, none could shed blood at the Stone, nor as they came or went to a gathering. To do so would bring the damnation of the Gods upon the offending tribe and their existence would be forfeit, a sacrifice to any who wished to take them as such. Already two other Taurian chieftains were present as well as Grizznak of the Goblins, Mange Keen-eye of the Wolven and both Thun and Oboz of the Orcs.
Borgus respected few present and liked none.It wasn’t long before the final chieftain appeared;. Gumbad of the Ogres. Borgus didn’t like the ogres either, but any creature that could pick up a fully armored Taurian and hurl him aside in battle deserved respect in spite of their reputed stupidity. Gumbad was no exception when it came to the brute’s strength, and even with Borgus’s seven foot stature, Gumbad towered over him and all others present standing more than nine. The ogre chieftain had a brute’s body to be sure being so pale that his skin was actually a light shade of blue. Tusk-like teeth jutted this way and that in his mouth and his hair was tied in a single brushy lump atop his head. A single horn also sprouted from Gumbad’s forehead just above his eyes which gazed intently at all around him. Oddly enough, he did not bring another ogre with him to the Stone. Instead he led a most unusual creature, a beast-man that Borgus had never seen before, a cat-man in fact.

If one could take the head of a tiger and place upon the body of a man, that would be this creature, who addressed the gathering in rich and smooth voice. He wore silks and jewels but also a well used saber hung at his hip. His eyes glittered with intellect.

“QUIET!” bellowed Gumbad as he slapped one meaty hand onto the Stone. “This be Doorna. Doorna will speak to all about dead ones.”

Doorna did so, speaking about the south lands, the far edge of the forest where the dead walked and slaughtered all in their path. How his own tribe were beset by the walking dead and that they needed to all band together to fight back and destroy the infestation or all become one with the dead ones.
“There is more.” Doorna said after an hour of discussion and argument. “We believe we know who is responsible for this curse. We all have felt the wrath of the dragon slaves upon the mountain. We all know that they guard a great power and great wealth. We also all know that many of our tribes have been stung by their hatred and suffered under their brutality.”

“We have two duties upon us. To protect our peoples and to punish the monsters upon the mountain lest they destroy us all.”

 

[Mantra]

Jin

"And quit calling me 'oracle'!" The woman called after her. "I'm not soothsayer or any of that rot. I just happened by at the right time I guess and just happen to know a little something about the Mountains."

She poked at some of the clothes hanging on the line just outside and snatched down Jin's under clothes, tossing them at Jin as she came in.

"Now whaddya want up there anyway? Isn't a decent place to go for a visit you know."

 

[Mantra]

Idrial and Group

Orcish shouts drifted through the trees, coming from the place they had just departed. While it did not sound like overly many, they did not sound pleased to find their comrades laying face down in the mud either.

Whatever else they might have been doing, their gutteral voices were coming closer now.

 

[Mantra]

Cormac

Cormac, aware of his pursuers, spurred on harder than ever in order to make distance. The mountain road became thicker with snow and the vegetation thinned to the point where only a few scrubby bushes popped out of the fridged ground. There was no sign of the wolven and Cormac wondered if the creature had abandoned pursuit or if it had found another way.

In any case, snow was falling lightly when he next encountered something, not from below him, but above. Ahead was a space where the road widened to some 20 foot clearing of nearly level ground. There a group of people were dragging laiden sleds and one by one, the contents of the sleds were being dropped off the sheer edge of the mountainside where they fell thousands of feet to the ground below the mountain. Cormac's eyes bloinked with surprise as a huge body went tumbling into oblivion, followed by a second, then a third.

"Oi, you!" came a rough heavy voice. "What you be doing up these ways, stranger?"

The voice came from a short, squat figure in heavy armor that stood knee deep in the snow. Beside him, woefully underdressed for the winter weather, was a human child, perhaps 16 years old. Both watched him intently as the remainder of the group contnued their labor.

 

[rengadeirishman]

"I am on a quest, or rather in search of one." Cormac said to the man. "Do you require assistance?"

 

[Mantra]

Cormac

The two moved to block his path further up the road, but it was the youth who approached Cormac. The other man, who Cormac took to be a dwarf, halted some twenty feet back.

"Your offer is appreciated, but we are merely disposing of refuse. Nothing to be concerned about warrior. "
As the boy approached, Setanta whickered slightly, taking a step back. Eoghain likewise, lowered his head a growled softly.
"Still, who are you and why comes you to the mountain to seek this quest?"

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idiral had moved out of the way and off to the side listining to the trees and forrest around them after the arrow was removed. While Ona and O'Bonn tended the girls wound she gathered her quiver and arrows from where she had left them on the river bank, glad of O'Bonn's aid for with out it she would have had to hike back aways to retreive them.

Hearing sounds in the trees she motioned to the others to be quiet, and listen. More Orc's were heading there direction. Turning to O'Bonn and Ona she saw the girl awaken and noticed her reaction to Ona being human..

damn.. well at least she said thank you and seemed greatfull for aid and didnt react as badly as most and shove her away from her as tho she were contaminated tho some accepted humans better than half breeds...Idrial shook her head she shouldnt judge she knew that O'Bonn had accepted her tho at first he had acted as tho she wernt there and spoke with another thinking she couldnt understand.

Idrial moved closer to the others, and spoke quietly her clothing was still soaked from her jump into the river after the girl. More Orc's are comming they found there other companions and will be heading this way we need to move now..

Looking at the gril and then back at the girls mount she said as kindly as she could I am Idrial. Your mount is wounded and cannot hold you at present... Can you ride if you are mounted infront of one of us? she asked

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn listened with Elven ears, hearing the sounds of the Orcs tearing through the underbrush on the other side of the flowing stream.

He turned to the girl, and in the language of the Elf, he said, "Rise quickly, and be strong, for battle has come once again."

Perhaps she could ride with one of them, as Idrial had suggested. And a very good idea, yet it would take a few precious seconds to fulfill. O'Bonn noticed the underbrush through which the Orcs would pass before they reached the bank. It was dry and crackled with the winter air. It would burn easily.

He stood and quickly unslung his bow from his horse. He retrieved an arrow, wrapping its broadhead quickly in cloth. He nocked it upon the bow string, and then looked to Ona.

"Make it burn brightly," he said to her, and he drew the bow string back, the arrow resting smoothly against the bow, and the cloth-wrapped tip awaiting Ona's magic of fire.

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial smiled reolizing that what O'Bonn was doing stood and said.. Wait a fire may draw more than Orcs to us.. tho a good distraction it will not help us as yet.

Idrial drew her bow and looked to Ona.. Help her into the trees not far from us but just out of sight and take cover. If there are not manny perhaps O'Bonn and I can pick them off before they cross the river to us. Or they may retreet. If not then at least we can hold them off until the rest of our party arrives.

 

[Optimas]

Borgus Thinks. . .

“QUIET!” bellowed Gumbad as he slapped one meaty hand onto the Stone. “This be Doorna. Doorna will speak to all about dead ones.”

Doorna did so, speaking about the south lands, the far edge of the forest where the dead walked and slaughtered all in their path. How his own tribe were beset by the walking dead and that they needed to all band together to fight back and destroy the infestation or all become one with the dead ones.
“There is more.” Doorna said after an hour of discussion and argument. “We believe we know who is responsible for this curse. We all have felt the wrath of the dragon slaves upon the mountain. We all know that they guard a great power and great wealth. We also all know that many of our tribes have been stung by their hatred and suffered under their brutality.”

“We have two duties upon us. To protect our peoples and to punish the monsters upon the mountain lest they destroy us all.”

Borgus shook his head while he listened to this beast man. He was wary of him, Borgus was not scared of anyone or anything, but a sly cunning like a fox was very alien. A seven foot beast who blindly attacks for the good of his tribe is not the same as a calculator. Borgus was unsure as to how he should take Doorna, he decided to play it out.

As the arguments played out Borgus, liked Doorna more and more, he was a man of action but with brains, and the sabre looked used which made him a warrior in Borgus`s eyes.

Borgus looked round the clearing, out of all the peoples in the sacred grove one of the Taurian chieftains seemed to not be paying much attention to the proceedings. Borgus knew him as Snarg of the western Rouinery tribe, they were the least war like of all Taurian tribes and had little respect from Borgus. Even Grizznak of the Goblins had been in wars and skirmishes, and Borgus was sure his great grandfather was left to die on the last great battle field by the Rouinery tribe.

Some thing was not right Snarg was too edgy he kept looking at the tree line, Borgus then could smell something he should never of smelt at a great gathering. . .Fear. In a flash he roared up, and his hammer was already in his hands he charged Snarg with unbelievable speed and knocked him to the floor, "Hey you snakeS what is your plan , tell me now or I will Smush you tO Dead. Borgus pinned him to the floor he great weight bearing down on the helpless chieftain.

"Pleeassse, what is the meaning of this, you cannot spill blood here it is a sacred grove, you will bring damnation to the Thaurians." Snarg pleaded, his use of human language much better than his attacker`s, if not a little high pitched.

"BORGUS!!. . ." Moon Shank looked at Borgus with a cool stare,"What is the meaning of this?"

Borgus froze, maybe he made a mistake, he was unsure. What if all the talk of battle and the cat-man`s speech had made him giddy, he waited for what seemed like an eternity for Moon Shank`s next words.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Cormac felt uneasy aboput this dwarf, and the small human that approached him. He lowered his glaive into a casual guard and said "I am Cormac Rua Wolfbrother clan Bladesong, son of Conall of the Flashing War-Blade." he said "I have been charged to perform a mighty quest, so I decided to come here to find one."