Gate of Kelga: Lost Orb (IC)

"Even if we kill the Screelings now, more will come out before we get to the orb, and there is much darker things then Screelings I assure you." Tamaria said crossing her arms.
 
Pallox was quiet for the exchange, listening to the exchange. It didn't matter to him which direction they started in, though he had been requested to retrieve the cold comb. He took a deep breathe for a moment before speaking, folding his arms.

"I don't have all the information myself, but perhaps we should go after the cold comb. It might aid a bit in our attempt to retrieve the orb. However, either direction is fine with me."
 
Tamaria nodded. "Then we should set out for it soon, it's only dawn. If you guys want to get it first?" She said turning to the others.
 
"Unless we believe the Comb and Orb are together I don't see any reason why any of you should be concerned with the Comb."
 
Druz heaved a great sigh. More with the Blah, blah, blah’s and the endless complaining bored Druz. He looked around the tent, trying to distract himself as the Humie Cheifs and the Special Gits all talked. Oh, he was listening…mostly, but he had other ideas too. The tent was small, at least for an orc. But it was richly decorated in the Little Un sort of way. That was proper for a Chief, even if it seemed a bit out of place at the moment. As his eye caught sight of something shiny, the big orc stepped away for a moment. Stepping over to one corner of the tent, Druz reached down and plucked a metal shield, highly polished and inlay with gold and silver, from the weapon rack it sat on. Druz admired it for a moment, smiling at his own distorted reflection before practically dropping it on the ground before him. With a grunt, he sat down crossing his legs underneath him and turned the shield over so that it bowed inward, like a bowl.

Ignoring the others, chief and special alike, Druz reached into his belt, untying a bag made from a wolf skin. Muttering to himself, he dipped his massive hand in and scooped out a dozen finger bones (Finger bones of what was best not mentioned in the presence of Little Unz..), each having a heavy, orcish symbol burned into them. Druz cast the bones into the shield where they jumped and landed with a clatter. He then carefully lifted the shield, turning it in the light so that he might examine the bones without disturbing them. Harrumphing to himself he scooped them up again and setting the shield down, cast them back in only to lift and study once more. With a grunt, Druz scooped the bones up, stuffed them back into their pouch and pushed himself up, standing again. He at least, knew what he was going to do.

“Druz has question.” He said confidently as he lashed the bag back to his broad belt. “Where me getz da beer at?”
 
Pallox growled for a moment, turning to look at Tyr for a moment.

"It doesn't really matter about weather the comb is with the orb, or not. We don't know where the orb was taken. There is a chance it was stolen with the orb."

He took a deep breathe for a moment.

"The comb is important as much as the orb. I have my reasons for needing the comb. We shall retrieve both in due time. I choose to go after the comb. Now who is going with me?"

The half-dragon looked at Druz for a moment.

"The beer is somewhere. I'm sure someone else knows."
 
"We believe the coldcomb is not with the dark elf. We called in a tracer last night. The magic signature left on my guards after the comb was stolen shows that the caster was a vayne." Ar'Nilz said
 
"He would steal from your people." Firaga hissed angrily.

It was a difficult idea to shake. Even with out the blades presence the same thought would have come to Tyr. "What possible reason would you have for retrieving the Cold Comb, a sacred heirloom of my people. If any among us would bring it home it would be me to return it to my king."

"It's too dangerous. An artifact that would freeze the air itself." Aisizu counseled. Again the thought had already crossed his mind only now with the blade mirroring his thoughts he wondered if it was only jealousy. She did seem to get that way.

They both did.

Tyr frowned. "Is there even a reason to believe the two may be together? If not we are better off waiting until we have more information than possibly heading off in the wrong direction or worse getting people killed over a less important quest."

A smile curled his lips. "Beer? Surely a biggun like you wouldn't bother with beer, a place like this with kings must have some stronger spirits."
 
Taujiel: the woodelf

"I agree, the Orb is our main quest and should not be delayed for whatever reason. Like Tyr and Tamaria had said, the kingdoms can send their army to fight these creatures so we can concentrate on our quest." Taujiel reasoned out. He joined this quest because of the orb and will aid only for the orb.
He watched Druz and his bones for a moment. He was strange being with an awkward request.
Ar'Nilz started speaking so Taujiel turned his gaze to him. The king of Frilon mentioned something about a vayne. As Tyr was demanding to know the reason why Pallox needed the coldcomb, the woodelf tried recalling what he had read about Vaynes.
They were folks who used blood and human sacrifices for their magic. "Their are only two cults known to still use that barbaric form of magic. The Order of Jarvx in Falkreath and the coven of Lindorin in a town in the Northlands." Taujiel chipped in before realising that he had maybe interrupted Tyr's question to Pallox.
 
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Druz cracked a half-smile at Tyr, which only served to make his tusked eye-teeth stick out even more.

"Humies make good beer." he said. "but Orcs make strong beer. Druz's clan makes strongest beer of all, Skulsplittah Bludbeer. Maybe big Humie drink some later with Druz. Heh, Druz can drink lots o beer.""

He leered at the shaggy human. So far, he had said the only thing worth responding to, so at least Druz had something to talk about.

"Druz knows whut to do." and he tapped his skull with one thick finger in emphasis. "But no one want to ask Druz. When LittleUnz figger out whut to do, Druz will go too. Till then, Druz will go drink Humie beer."

Druz turned to leave, but seemed to have a second thought. Turning back, he stooped down and picked up the shield and held it up. The shield looked more like a buckler in the orc's huge hand but shone no less brightly as the gold inlay glinted in the firelight.

"Can Druz have dis?" he asked the king with genuine sincerity.
 
Tamaria looked at Phallox and nodded. "At least you could remember your tactics well," she said somberly. She looked down a moment in sorrow and though before sharply whipping her head up. "It's not our quest, but it could be used to harm us while we're on it. Think about it. It was stolen with the orb, of course that could mean both are in the wrong hands and if we don't get it, it's certainly not gonna be used to a good cause against use or everyone else." Her tone serious.
 
"Any hands but those of my king-"

"Of you-" Firaga chimed in.

"Are the wrong hands but we don't know that they are the same wrong hands. Every moment we waste more of these creatures will pour into the world, more people will die. IF you insist on tracking down the Comb first I will follow if only to complete the distraction faster and get you back on course." Tyr grinned over at the Orc. "In the meanwhile I think he has the right idea about getting something to drink while the little uns make mouth flappy noises with little importance."
 
"It is settled then. You can depart at noon. If you make through Paravoka pass, the journey will be faster." Ohandre said bringing the meeting to an end.
"I had wanted to appoint a leader but i think it is for you people to choose."
 
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Taujiel just nodded agreeably. Though his heart was not on the comb but the orb he will do anything to support the team like the first Northlander of the first brotherhood.
"I'll go get my things. I shall meet up at the stone table, we can move from there." Taujiel told the others then followed behind the orc. Making sure to give measurable distance from the towering giant.
 
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Tamaria turned to Phallox, "We should talk." She said serious. She wanted to interact with him, he looked at her with a lost gaze, like his skin was itching to know but couldn't. And the more she saw him the more she wanted him to remember.
 
Pallox sighed for a moment, finally happy they had managed to make a decision. From the way Try was acting about the Cold comb, the half dragon knew they would probably end up fighting over it. He would eel with that when it came up.

He blinked for a moment at the tone of Tamaria's voice, looking over at her. He got that feeling of something familiar about her again, not able to place it.

"Alright. Lead the way."
 
She lead Phallox to the edge of the camp and turned around and said "What do you want with the Cold Comb? And.... Do by chance remember me?" She said kindly and calmly.
 
Pallox followed after her, stopping when she turned around. He gave a little smirk for a moment.

"It is a retrieval job was given to me. One which I know will put me at odds with that Tyr."

He sighed for a moment as he focused on her for the time being.

"There is something about you that is vaguely familiar. However, I can't put my talon on it yet."
 
"He's an ally." Aisizu reminded Tyr before his eyes had even moved over to his compainion.

"I'm aware and I wasn't thinking that." It wasn't truly a lie. The thought of conflict was already rattling around within his skull, he just hadn't put any solid form to the thoughts. Besides that bridge would be burned when it arrived and not a moment sooner.

"At noon?" He smiled. "I supposed if we must wait then I can't force you to head out any earlier but the sooner we've completed our quest the happier we shall all be."
 
After getting his bag of scrolls, Taujiel went to his mentor who adviced him. The wizard of the 7th order gave Taujiel a bracelet that makes one immune to possession.
Rushing back to the stone gathering, Taujiel was surprised to find everyone there.
"I thought i was early." he mumbled to himself.
Glancing around the empty field, Taujiel felt a chill. The island was fast becoming deserted. Most camps must have crossed the bridge by now.
"I'm sorry for the delay." he apologised sincerly as he walked closer to them. He could see the scowl on Druz's face, ofcourse that was the main reason why he apologised.
"We should start leaving now. Its a two days journey to Falkreath using Paravoka pass." he reminded them in a low tone so as not to sound bossy.
 
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Pallox followed after her, stopping when she turned around. He gave a little smirk for a moment.

"It is a retrieval job was given to me. One which I know will put me at odds with that Tyr."

He sighed for a moment as he focused on her for the time being.

"There is something about you that is vaguely familiar. However, I can't put my talon on it yet."

Tamaria nodded thoughtfully. "Tyr seems verrrrry concerned with it." Tamaria paused "Let's just say.... We were close." She said looking down, a hint of sadness in her tone.
 
Tyr nodded, glad to be heading out on this first leg of their journey. "It's not a problem, you are still before the appointed time. Let's go and get this done with quickly." He smiled glancing around.

So far Druz was the only person here that he thought could be trusted any farther than he could throw them. Of course that might not be based on the fact that he probably couldn't throw Druz nearly as far as he could the others. The idea brought a slight smile to his lips.

"Tell us what is this Paravoka Pass, I'm a long way from home so I'm forced to allow someone else to navigate." He said.
 
Taujiel nodded understandably. He wouldn't know a thing about routes if he ventured across the Garland.
They were now on the mystical bridge that pointed north. Druz was infront ahead of the group, Pallox and Tamaria were behind discussing God knows what. While he and the coldlander was in the middle.
"Paravoka pass is a sort of shortcut into Easteal. It leads directly towards Falkreath. The forest was used by merchants who were on deadlines of their delievery. It has though been banned from use. Rumors of bandits and spirits have caused merchants to lose both wares and lives." he explained.
Remembering how they had debated between the coldcomb and the orb and even favored the comb, Taujiel was curious of what will happen when they finally find it.
"The coldcomb, will you let Pallox have it once its retrieved? You know he claimed he was ordered to collect it from your king."
 
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"We haven't even left and already they are testing you." Aisizu said sagely.

Tyr remained silent both to the blade and to his companion. There didn't seem to be a lot of reasons why such a request would have been made and noen of them were good. Either Tyr wasn't trusted by his king or this companion was lying. "I'll decide what to do when that time comes." He replied aloud though he was more talking to the blade than he was to Taujiel.

He turned his attention over the side of the bridge to the waters that flowed below it. "Are the men here somehow insufficient? I can't imagine my King giving up a valuable trade route to bandits instead of sending warriors to bring back their heads."
 
Taujiel scoffed, "Not the men Tyr, the king of Falkreath has insufficient courage. If it was the Northlands, they would have like you said bring back their heads. If it was the Greenlands, well it can't even happen to the Greenlands 'cos their half horse half man warriors will catch up with any bandit anytime." he gave a slight laugh before continuing, his tone now serious. "In all of history, King George is the most coward ever to ever rule Falkreath and New Easteal. A little knock at his gate and he'll have it everly closed instead of encountering the enemy. Its no surprise that evil has decided to breed their first. And it won't be shocking if the king has already had the gate sealed."
 
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