Fall of an Empire

Folknar

Walking into Steelhelm's storage room Folknar nodded with great appreciation at the work that lay inside. The room was filled with helmets, weapons, armor, magical items, you name it, Steelhelm had it. Striding beside the dwarf to the back he couldn't help but be amazed at what he saw. "This is more than I expected in his storage room, I knew he had some things but my gods." were his thoughts.

Steelhelm finally reached the part of the room he wanted and stood to the side and gestured to what lay before them. "My finest works my lord, and you have that on my honor." he said proudly. And fine they were indeed: To one side stood a stand bearing a set of Plate and Mail armor designed for a mobile fighter, jet black with blood red striping. A helmet in shape of a Falcon's head with eyes that glared from the crest of it. A hook for his missing hand, but the centerpiece was the object on it's own stand. It was a hand, made from steel and bronze beatiful in it's elegance and shape. "My gods, they're beautiful Steelhelm." was all Folknar could say as he looked at them.
 
Krista

Krista watched Randel return with a smile on his face that reminded her of her little brother when he was given a little red wagon for his birthday. The thought almost made her giggle.

"Randel, if you're ready, we should be about our assignment. I know where to aquire the stuff we need, you can carry it." She giggled as the look on his face change a little, but it seemed like a fair arangement to her. Slapping him on the back, she headed for the door, and out into the street.
 
silverwolf

me and bolbar walk past the weaponsmith shop and i couldn't help but wonder if he was able to make the sword i needed."go ahead bolbar i'll catch up i need to see the weaponsmith"
 
Randel stood there and looked at Krista for a second before he realized that she had started to move. He walked quickly to catch up to her and when he did the first thing that he said was, "Okay, where are we going to go. As I said earlier I have no idea where I am going and I hope that you do because I would really hate to get lost in this town."

He heard the light laugh from Krista but didn't say a thing and followed her, hoping she knew where she was going.
 
silverwolf

i walked into the shop and found the keeper and folkner"I have but one other favor to ask.Use this"I hand him a nice size chunk of metal "To make me a sword if you could."i said as i put some extra money into folkners hand
 
Bolbar

Bolbar watched Silverwolf enter the weaponsmith's shop, then turned back towards the inn. He had no need for a new weapon. His mace was old, but it was one of the few things he could call his own. He had taken care of it for most of his life, and it took care of him very well. Armed with a few mugs of cider and a loaf of bread from the kitchen staff, who were only too happy to give him what he needed and get him out of there, he sat on a chair outside the inn and waited for the rest to return. He was itching for this trip to start.
 
Folknar

Looking at Steelhelm Folknar shook his head at the work displayed before them. "You know I cannot afford this type of work Steelhelm. I don't have that type of gold for pure artwork like this." he said. "I know you don't Folk my lad, and I don't care about the money. If you want to pay go ahead, you can do it in installments. I know your word is good. But most importantly, I want to know what you find up there in the moutains where my ancestors lived all those years ago. I want the whole story, and that armor is my payment for it. Most of all though my friend, I seek but one thing for you to bring me. The crown that had been worn by the Kings themselves, my birthright. If you bring that too me my race will once again have it's pride and honor back and we will be strong again. If you do that for me and my people I would give you a thousand such pieces of armor." was his reply.

Looking fondly at his long time friend Folknar said "Steelhelm, my oldest friend, you know I would bring you the crown for no reward at all. I would do it for my love of our friendship. I will take this armor and gear, and I will use it well and justly, and I promise on my word, honor, and parents graves that I will bring you the crown of your forebearers." at this they spit on their palms and shook hands. Steelhelm returned to the shop where he went to work with Silverwolf on his sword, and Folknar packaged his friends gifts to him....
 
silverwolf

as we went to work i startyed to talk to the weaponsmith. "If you sware not to tell anyone i'll tell you where i got this metal."As he nodded i went into the story"As you can see i am a wizard and travvel quiet often.While traveling i look to the stars for guidence and while doing this one of the stars fell from the sky and i waited till the metal had cooled down and took it knowing that it was an omen.I figured if folkner trusted you then you were trustworthy.And to prove that it is star when we finish the blade try and break it for it will never break or chip."
 
ooc: Folkner i would like to ask a favor but not out in the open.E-mail me at gervaisedwards@excite.net please
 
Drusilla stepped into a shop of magick. Smiling at the soft music that was being played she headed towards the herbs. If she was going to go on this journey she would have to replenish her stock. Making a mentel list on the way Drusilla grabbed everyone one she could possibly need, she also grabbed some extra incence, oils and a book that happened to catch her eye. Striding to the counter she paid for everthing and headed back towards the inn whistling.
 
Lokken was already returned from the general store when Drusilla came back. He had bought a very high amount of food and other essentials.
 
Bolbar

Bolbar sudenly jumped to his feet and smacked his head twice. Dummy, me no need to buy supplies because me already have supplies. But they in my room! He started at a trot down the street to the flophouse where he lived, giving Drusilla a big grin as he passed. Once there he grabbed all of his foodstuffs, skins, belts, daggers, pouches, hide armor pieces and anything else he could pick up. He was actually surprised at how much he ended up carrying. Hmm, he thought, didn't know had collected so much stuff. But can't leave it behind because is all of my stuff! With supplies bulging from his backpack and out of every pocket, he trotted back up the street to the inn. Gee, he thought, hope they not leave yet.
 
Drusilla noticed Lokken and smiled at him her heart lifting at the sight of him. Heading over to him "hello" she said a smile still curving her lips.
 
Lokken gave her a return smile, then suddenly slid up close and kissed her. He stepped back, and kept smiling. Then he sighed. "Drusilla, I have something very important to tell you. If you stop loving me for it, I'll understand. I simply forgot when I saw you. I had a wife once, and we had four children. They're all dead now though, but still, I feel as if I misled you into believing that I was still the pathetic fool you met 3,000 some years ago. Also, about the age thing. I'm not an elf, or a demi-god. My left arm is ruined, covered with once molten gold. It was the gold of a statue of the Goddess of Life. Two thieves were melting it down, and I killed them. Some gold splashed onto my arm, and the Goddess blessed it. That made unsasceptible to age" he said, pulling up his sleeve to show his gold scarred arm, before continuing, "You see me as I was 3,000 years ago, a 27 year old man. If you wish never to speak to me or to kiss me again, I will understand."
 
Folknar

Walking back from the forge Folknar met up with Bolbar and walked with him back to the inn. Along the way they talked about various things especially when to leave. "I still think tomorrow morning early after the rains would be a good thing to do." was his thought. But Bolbar thought it much better to leave that day since he had brought all of his stuff now. Nodding at that Folknar offered to help him store it in their rooms as they rounded the corner and saw Lokken and Drusilla having what seemed to be a very important conversation.

Nodding to the two of them Folknar with Bolbar went upstairs and put their things away. Going back down to the small bar/restaurant on the bottom floor they sat down. Looking at Bolbar Folknar said "I wonder what all of that's about. As he motioned with his head in the general direction of Drusilla and Lokken. Hope those two still plan to go with us."
 
Randel looked around the village and tried to figure out just where he was going. He looked at Krista and thought about asking her but she looked like she was deep in thought and he didn't want to disturb her when she looked like that.
 
Drusilla listened to Lokken then when he finished she gave him a strange look. "Ok one I would like to say I am sorry about your wife and children, and second I would never stop loving you. I never have, it has been tough without you and I have gone through many changes myself. I returned home after you left, I had not seen my home for almost 100 years..There is something I didn't tell you about me, It is true I am from Aralia but I am no commoner, I am actually the daughter of Rajin king of Aralia. I do not wish to inherit the kingdom I do not enjoy being tied down. I to am unsasceptible to age but that is normal for all Aralians are" she kissed his lips softly "you are silly to think I would not wish to kiss you or to love you, as I said I will never stop loving you"
 
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Bolber

"I wonder what all of that's about," said Folknar. "Hope those two still plan to go with us."

Bolbar shrugged. "We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another," he said. He felt Folknar suddenly staring at him, and flushed with embarrasment. "Uh, I read that on bag of oatmeal," he stammered.
 
Folknar

Looking at Bolbar in sheer amazement Folknar was lost for words at the eloquence of the lines he had just said. "Thats quite alright Bolbar. I appreciate good poetry or analogies, and that is perhaps one of the most insightful I have ever heard. And do not be ashamed to have such an ability friend. Not many people know this but I can sing and dance pretty well plus play the lyre. My mother always insisted that I learn the skills of a gentleman though I would never be one it seemed. Anyway, my dark little secret is that in my 17th summer I won the county fair male dance competition, and I have denied it ever since even though I'm good at it." smiling ruefully he took a sip from his mug and putting it down again said "Most of all though, I think I would argue with you friend that you should not hide your wonderful talent much like I have mine, though I think more people will appreciate your work with words more than mine with my feet.."
 
Krista

Finding the store she knew whould house all of their needs, Krista headed in with Randel on her heals. The list was simple enough. Enough food and suplies to last them all for god knew how long under unknown conditions and over an undiscloded distance. Not a problem right?

Frowning, she took the bag of coins out of her belt, guaging just how much they had been given to spend. Turning to Randel, she raised her eyebrows and gave him a questioning look.

"Ok, I found the store, any ideas on what the hell we should buy?" The look on his face was more than enough to make Krista laugh. "Well, normaly when i travel i hunt and forage for what i need, or don't go any further than the next tavern. I have no idea what we need. I hope you do."

Really she was teasing him but she was hardly going to let him know that just yet, it was to much fun watching his handsome face change ecpressions.
 
Lokken kissed her again. "Thank you. Truly, thank you. Belial has finally sent me a blessing", said Lokken softly. He wrapped his arms around her gently, and kissed her passionately.
 
Randel looked around the store and knew that he was totally out of his league here. He usually did the same as Krista when he was out on the road, lived off the land. He looked down into her eyes and knew that he had to come up with something quick or she was going to get annoyed with him soon and leave him where he was.

He walked over to a large shelf full of food and grabbed some food that he thought that they would need for the trip and took them over to where the store owner stood. He put the food down in front of the owner with a smile and said, "Okay, how much do we have to pay?"

The store owner looked at the food and then at Randel and said, "That will be ten gold my friend."

Randel looked over and Krista, the smile still on his face which quickly disappeared when he saw the look on her face.

"Whoops," was all that he said.
 
Folknar

After Bolbar and Folknar had put away a couple plates of really good beef like stew (Folknar preferred to never know what was in the stew so he would just appreciate the taste without considering where it came from), they sat and had a few more mugs of mulled wine. After a while Folknar got restless and standing up said to Bolbar "Well big man, I'm kinda wondering what happened to the rest of the group. Do you know of any local food shops nearby? I think Randel and Krista might be a little lost. I know the town decently but not as much as you I'm going to wager." shruging Bolbar got up and said "I think shop down road might be good place start." and walking out side they headed down the road to see what they could find. "By the way Bolbar, I have a favor to ask of you." Folknar said as they waited for a procession of traders wagons to cross the street in front of them. "As you know this little adventure of ours is going to be fairly dangerous and some of us may never make it back here to the start. If I die during this I want you do somethings for me, okay?" and he waited to here his reply...
 
Drusilla kissed Lokken back pressing tightly against his body with her own. When the kiss ended she was breathless and a little overly aroused. Pushing away those thoughts she smiled at him wondering if her kiss had created the same reaction with in him. "Shall we get back to the inn I am sure the others will want to leave soon" she said only half heartedly.
 
Bolbar

Bolbar stopped to scrutinize Folknar. His new friend had certainly opened up to him recently. Now he was displaying an honest reality that the half-ogre respected. None of them had talked about the ultimate implications of the danger ahead of them. Buying weapons like one bought food was one thing; understanding what it meant was the domain of the warrior. Bolbar placed his beefy hand upon Folknar's shoulder and nodded gravely. "Just tell me, my friend. I will do it."
 
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