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[Wargarble]

Naden looked down at the girl beside him. "Small" he murmured to himself before turning his head back to the road, focusing his attention on the ground to keep from tripping while he sobered up.

He pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around the handle of his sword, keeping his weapon dry and allowing the erratic beat of the rain to reach his skin. The cool drops of water helping clear his mind, Naden watched those with mounts take the lead and followed into the dark.

 

[Ancalimon]

"Well, Knight, it would seem you know where we are going to spend the night, so I would suggest you lead the way. I'll just follow you, and we'll have to keep the pace slow so as not to loose the soldier and Arisu." Namennarg said, moving his horse closer to the Knight's. "Adrienne, if you would like to be out of the rain, you can walk beside my horse. Besides, I'd like to take the chance to learn more about you, if I may. You said you were created, and I sense an aura of strong magic about you, the likes of which I haven't encountered before. If you don't mind, could you explain a little bit more about what you mean?"

 

[tia_wild]

Adrienne smiled coyly, stepping closer to the horse and marvelling at the void where no rain fell.

"I am Magewarped." She said simply as they began to depart. "I was born human, but I was born into bondage. My parents were slaves and I was born into that life. I was taken from my parents when I was eight summers and sold to a very particular buyer. He was quite powerful in the ways of magic, and desired to...experiment...with a technique very few have the power to even consider. Through long ritual, the nature of which I can barely remember beyond the pain, my body was reformed and my mind remolded and filled with knowledge of my Master's choosing. I am thus as you see me now. Dual-natured. "

 

[Ancalimon]

Namennarg shudders noticeably at the thought of someone using magic in that way. "Well, I would say I am sorry you had to go through that, but it has made you who you are today, and I don't think any of us should be sorry about that. I'm glad you were able to get away. Slavery seems so wrong to me. I come from a town where there are no slaves. Don't get me wrong, my parents had many servants for our household, but they could have left any time they wanted." Namennarg replied to the woman's story. Wanting to be more personable, and deciding that since they were walking his horse did not need the burden, he dismounted, and led his horse by the reigns. He also pushed his hood off his head, so that she could see his face in the meager light. Walking next to the woman, he could feel the aura of magic around her much more strongly. "I assume that you were not just let go by this mage who made you. That means you must have escaped. That leads me to believe that there may be someone after you. Am I correct? It's not that I'll turn you away from us, but I just don't want to be caught unawares. I daresay that if there is someone coming for you, they'll find a bit more than they expect, if they catch up with us. I can only imagine the amount of power that it must take to change a human the way you have been changed. Having done my fair share of travelling, and having come face to face with quite a few powerful beings in my time, I don't think I've ever met a single person with that much power."

 

[LeoHawk35]

Leo

Leo glanced over at the Namennarg and Adrienne talking. Pain? She did not know true pain. Pain as when a pit lord of the darkest depths of the shadow realm tortures you. Pain as when that fiery whip cracks along your back, causing burns that scar you forever. The Reaper had endured such a fate. It was unfortunate, but inevitable. It had happened for a reason, and who was he to question the Fates? He almost winced as he realized he had communicated a small fraction of that pain across the mental link he and the assassin shared. He needed to get better control over that. Another inevitable mistake, another hidden reason. He would find out the point of it eventually.

"My apologies yet again, Adrienne." he said over the link to her, though he did not look in her direction. Just continued walking as he had before.

 

[tia_wild]

Adrienne hunched her shoulders slightly, her demeanor changing fluidly from proud of all she had endured and survived, to fragile.

"My ... Yes, the one who made me as I am still seeks for my return. To him I am but a valued piece of property that was taken from him. By the laws of most lands, this is so. It is why I hide my face in public and why I visit towns infrequently. You are right to fear the power that made me as I am. It is awesome and terrible, and the one who wields it moreso. Luck, and the very training with which I was imprinted made it possible for me to escape. I cannot speak his name, lest someone or something hear, through that awareness I be found, but suffice to say that should he succeed in finding me, your life could stand forfeit if I am not returned to him willingly. Do not... should that day come, do not fight, I will not see others harmed for my sake." Adrienne shuddered, her tufted ears drooping with the thought.

"There was a town once, they harbored me in safety a short time after my escape. When ... he ... learned of the aid they gave to me, he made of them an example, lest others willingly conceal me. The townsfolk were tortured to the last: men, women, children .... all. Their mutilated forms were frozen in time and left scattered about the ruins of the village, not dead, but magically encased, forever to suffer the torments he had laid upon them. I could not save that village, but I was able to free them from their torment. They are at peace, but their faces still haunt me. I live apart as much as I can, but some force which I cannot define drew me to that town tonight, and to you." Adrienne waved a delicately clawwed hand at their number. "I can only follow the path that fate would lay forth for me." Adrienne shivered slightly, wrapping her cloak tighter about her shoulders, her face and demeanor still dejected.

 

[Ancalimon]

Placing his arm around Adrienne's shoulders, Namennarg turned her towards him so he could look her in the eyes, while still walking. "Adrienne, if this man finds us, I'll not just stand idly by while he takes you. It would go against my very nature. I will fight him if it comes down to it, and you won't be able to change my mind. I wield more power than you probably expect. I've been through several trials in my time, including coming face to face with one of the first Dragons, and one of the first Vampires. The Dragon that I met, she was the one that destroyed my home town. She was temporarily allied with the Vampire, because, for a short time, their goals were the same. She needed to kill her mate, because he refused to father any more children with her, and Dragons mate for life. The Vampire needed something of the King's, and the king of my city had his lifeforce bonded to that of the male Dragon that she was mated to. The Dragon, after she had achieved her goal, bade me and my companions to come forth and meet her. We did, and in return for our toils, she granted us each one wish. I asked to be able to do more than a normal mortal with my magic. I was granted my request, and so am slightly more powerful than a normal human, with regards to my magic. That Vampire is still out there somewhere, plotting to put an end to all mortals with magic. So, I guess we both have someone after us. But, like I said, I won't just watch you be taken back into slavery, and you won't be able to keep me from fighting him. I only hope that I won't be fighting alone, but if need be, I will."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vushlo

Vushlo coldly observed all that transpired between his companions. What a strange task this must be that Fate had brought them together, he noticed the trees that the spirit have spoken about and he looked over his shoulder

"We are here"

He walked his horse towards the trees and felt more than see the ruins, it was a gathering of dead, not harmful ones, but they were there. Leading the group in through the gates and he noticed that on part of the keep was still mostly intact and the stables was also partially intact. Taking in the surroundings he motioned towards the shelter

"Make yourself at home, I'll take the watch"

Vushlo dismounted and his horse walked towards the stables and stood in the rain, facing the gate.

 

[Eilit]

Arisu stopped and looked around, her eyes showing distain. "I'm fine," she said and yawned. "I'll just dig myself a hole in the ground and take a bath in the morning." She looked toward the cat. If only she had that evil sword! One hit! Just one hit and her problem would be gone. She smiled at the thought. What a lovely dream. Cat stew.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Leo

Leo moved along quietly, taking in his surroundings so he would notice when something was different. The group was moving slower than he thought, so he stayed in this realm until they picked up the pace. The arrived at their destination and Vushlo said he would take the first watch.

"You can still sleep, Death Knight. I do not even have that capacity anymore. Have your rest, you will need it in the morning." he said to him, a cold voice on the wind.

He then moved to a crumbling pillar. He ran up the pillar wall and jumped from the vertical surface to a higher platform where he could keep watch. He moved along to a small peninsula of the fort and stopped, not moving, not even breathing, almost like a dark statue with shadows in it's cowl. He conjured up his view of the spirit threads. His own and the Death Knight's were a shadowy black and red as were all undead, though he saw very few of those. Adrienne's was dark violet, a curious color he had seen only once before. Namennarg's was a light blue, a slight variant of a human's due to his magic. Arisu's was dark emerald, the color of the basilisk. Naden's was also light blue, though a darker blue than the first's, due to his lower magic ability. It was also stained with a light yellow, the sign of a corrupted soul. This man was haunted by his past. The excessive drinking has caused the corruption. There was also a lighter, pure white thread that came out of a select few individuals. This was the thread of the fates. Only the gods and Lady Death herself could see these. He had also learned to see them, against all odds. What this said about his aptitude for the soul, he did not know. He was also, as far as he knew, the only one other than Lady Death who could willingly move from this realm to the shadow realm and back.

 

[Wargarble]

Naden was much sturdier on his feet by now and looked around the half-collapsed courtyard with disdain. 'A dozen men could take the place in this state' he thought, hopefully no-one knew it still existed. There hadn't been much conversation on the trip and the voices in his head were starting to act up again, irritating him no end.

He trudged over to the stables. The hay was old and rotten but at least it was dry. Naden crashed down on a pile of it noisily and tried to get comfortable. There were at least a few hours left until first light and he should be able to manage some sort of rest. He lay his cloak over his head and began humming, hoping to drown out his own thoughts as he slowly drifted toward unconsciousness.

 

[Eilit]

Arisu rubbed her eyes and walked into the stables, in search of a warm body. Horse or man. She decided to go to the stables, not wanting to be crowded by such strangers. Without saying a word to anyone, she looked around for a warm place to stay. Finding the drunken solider, and seeing no live horse in the stables, she walked over to him and curled against his back. She'd borrow his warmth for how. The oil canvas was snugly wrapped around her frame. Her soft face felt comfortable on the hey, not caring if it was filthy.

Her thoughts drifted else where, waiting for sleep to come. The young snake had left everything she had ever known, in pursuit of finding that person. That person was the reason she had even considered coming along with the group. And that person was the reason she had hid the sword.

A rumored sword that was so evil, it had tried to kill its maker. Her, not that anyone knew that. She had bound it in chains and spells and moved it under the strongest mountain she could find. Arisu vowed to never set it free. It's thirst for blood would never end. All for that person.

 

[Ancalimon]

Namennarg moved into the stable, bringing his horse with him, and found that one of the stalls was still mostly intact. Moving his horse inside the stall, he removed her saddle, with all the bags. He placed her saddle over a wooden railing, in order to keep it off the ground and dirt. Removing the bridle and reigns, he pulled out the feeding bag and a small packet of feed. Filling up the feed bag, he looped it over her head, and behind her ears. As she munched away, Namennarg began to brush her down. Finishing that, he began thinking about a fire, because he was rather cold. There was a lot of dry wood sitting around, most of it coming from what had once been the railings of the other stalls in the area. Seeing that there was no fire pit, but also noticing that the floor of the stables was just dirt, he decided that he could raise a fire pit. Grabbing his ashandarei from it's saddle holster, he moved over to roughly the center of the roofed area, and traced a circle in the ground with the butt of the weapon. Focusing on it, he muttered "Acelerar erde" and a relatively large bowl of hardened dirt rose up from the ground. Into this, he began placing some of the dry straw for kindling, and some larger pieces of the wood in a pyramid shape. Once he was satisfied with the size of the pyramid, he pointed at the straw, and said "Acelerar feuer", and a small jet of fire moved from his fingertip to the straw, catching quickly, and in a short time, there was a nice fire going.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vushlo

"You can still sleep, Death Knight. I do not even have that capacity anymore. Have your rest, you will need it in the morning."

Vushlo watched the Reaper move away to stand watch, if he was human he would have sighed, but he wasn't. Three pair of eyes was better than two, he sat down and scanned the area, maybe he should find out how the keep fell. Casting out his thoughts again, he sifted through the dead still lingering. It was strange, they did not fall during combat, they were slaughtered by some evil power. But this have happened many years ago, Vushlo looked up at the rain still pouring down from the sky, like the sky was weeping for the atrocities that creatures wrought upon each other and nature itself.

 

[Zanthurus]

Nyme

I have followed these people to the old keep. In wolf form, I take shelter from the rain under a very large tree. I will wait till the morning to follow them. It is too risky to try and get closer to them while they are in there. One of them has a scent that is very familiar. This person may be one of the ones that murdered my family. I will have my revenge, if this is true.

 

[tia_wild]

Adrienne followed Namennarg to the stables, watching as he cared for his horse.

"A beautiful beast." She purred, stroking the mare's flank with her gloved hand. "I'm surprised she handles this company so well. Most animals respond poorly to the presence of so much magic...and so much death." She followed as Namennarg prepared a fire, watching how fluidly he wielded his magics. She pondered his words as he worked, feeling a tentative sense of hope filter in where none had ever been before. She was afraid, so terribly afraid. The fear was her oldest and dearest friend, the only one she had in this harsh and unkind world. Since her childhood, and the fear of the pain that had twisted her into what she now was, it had lived inside her, waxing and waning with the passage of time, but never leaving her altogether. The sensation of hope was so new and so unfamiliar, that it made her pulse beat faster. Even when she had escaped, there had been no hope inside her; no true belief in a lasting freedom. Her only expectation was some fleeting break from the pain and the vileness of her existence. She knew that he would be seeking her, and she knew that eventually he would find her, but she was determined not to return to him. If... when... it came to her inevitable capture, she had already decided to be mistress of her own fate. She would die by her own hand before she returned to the torment of being his plaything.

Now, suddenly, she had HOPE. Here was a man who could wield forces she only vaguely understood. A man who might, just maybe, be able to hold his own against the Master. A man who seemed kind, who had embraced her, held her, offered her comfort, and HOPE. Did he seek to become her new Master, as many men had tried since her escape? She knew not. More importantly, however, was whether or not she cared if he did. He had in the span of a few short hours shown her more kindness than any other man, and had asked nothing of her in return. She could not bear to tell him, but even the villagers had asked of her a price. The Hetman had promised to shelter her, so long as she shared his bed. It had been worth it, then, she had left her Master's keep with nothing but the few clothes she was permitted and the tools of her trade as assassin. The villagers had provided her food, shelter, and suitable clothing for travel. The Hetman had been bumbling and indelicate: wide of girth, small of endowment, and neither caring nor creative in his passions.

She had lain with the Hetman out of necessity, but it was certainly no worse than being at her Master's mercy. Her Master had enjoyed her pain as much if not more than his own pleasure. With seemingly infinite powers of magic and mind, he had constantly drempt up new ways to excite agony from her whilst pleasuring himself on her body and on her pain. When he had lain with her Master's enemies, there was no pleasure for her, only her duty. The focus of the kill, not the release of carnality.

Someday, she would seek a man for pleasure for herself. Not as a plaything to his desires, nor of necessity for provender or protection, but simply to fulfill her own need. Turning her eyes once more to Namennarg, she watched as the firelight danced in his eyes and across the fine dimensions of his body beneath his garb. He was certainly handsome, as handsome as her Master had been, but without his cruelty. And he had already shown her a capacity for great kindness. Perhaps... but no. To take him now would be to complicate a mission she still hadn't the least comprehension of. But later... perhaps.

 

[Ancalimon]

"Well, I doubt Adalia would react to magic anymore, because her and I have been together since she was young. I raised her myself. And, unfortunately, we've seen a lot of death in our time, including my parents. She's been there through it all. That explains why she doesn't mind the smell of death." Namennarg said, turning to face Adrienne. "She's one of my most trustworthy friends. She's borne me through hard times." Turning back to the horse, he noticed that she had finished eating. He walked over to her, and took the bag off her head. It still had quite a bit left in it. He patted her neck and said "Good girl.". He put the feed bag back in the saddlebag, and motioned Adrienne over closer to him, pulling out two items from the other saddlebag. They were bedrolls. "I assume that you don't have anything on which to sleep. I just so happen to always carry an extra one, in case of unforeseen events. And, as the other young lady has already fallen asleep, I offer you my spare bedroll." Namennarg said, holding one out to her.
Suddenly, out of the bedroll that he wasn't holding out to her, a snake poked his head out and looked around, flicking his tongue in and out, before focusing his attention on Namennarg. "Dragar! What are you doing in there? Trying to get warm? Come on, up onto my shoulders you go." Namannarg said, a little surprised that the snake had come out at all. He usually didn't like people. The snake, seeming to understand Namennarg perfectly well, slithered out of the bedroll, and up his arm, underneath the coat. He reappeared around Namennarg's neck, wrapping himself around a few times, his head poking out above Namennarg's right shoulder. He almost blended into the leather, except when he flicked out his tongue.
Remembering that Adrienne didn't like snakes, Namennarg immediately looked up at her to gauge her reaction.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vushlo

The rain stopped shortly before dawn, Vushlo stood up from his spot and scouted the keep, he found dry wood and brought it out to the stables, he added the wood to the embers and poking them with his finger and casting a small flow of air, the embers came to life and the wood caught flame. Nodding to himself he moved away, gliding along as quiet as possible, knowing that Leo would notice him, but not interfere. Vushlo had a strange quirk, every morning he offered a life to Death, using the special dagger he carried with him at all times.

Scouting around Vushlo found an animal marked for death later today, his lady knew of his needs and did not mind that he sometimes hastened the ends of creatures. Vushlo concentrated and slipped carefully into the mind of the creature, it was spooked at first, but then Vushlo calmed it, using emotions to guide it towards him where he stood in the shadows. As it came within arm's reach, Vushlo's arm shot out and grabbed the animal by the back of it's neck. It tried to jump away, but the dagger bit deep into it's heart, Vushlo let his hold go on the dagger and using both hands, broke the creature's neck. Gripping the dagger he pulled it out of the animal's heart and slit it's throat, letting it bleed out

"As life leaves this vessel, let it find your arms. My lady I present this life to you, may it find favor in your eyes and may I serve another day"

Carefully Vushlo cleaned the dagger and stood up, looking down at the dead doe. He could feel Death's presence and then it was gone, a cold smile came to him as his offering was accepted, then turning back to the keep he walked back as the sun started to break through the clouds that was busy dissipating.

 

[LittleSprite2]

Kana Assarie

Kana was dressed as she ushually was, her cloak and hood hid the short sword she carries down her back but the arm length dagger, as well as bow and quiver of arrows she carries at her waist, and across her back are vis able giving silent waring to those who may wish to attack her that second thoughts would be best..

There is another in her boot.. and one small dagger up each sleeve well hidden.. She also carried pouches of healing herbs and salve that could be used to heal

She wears brown leggings, leather boots a white blouse with a green over tunic. belted at the waist was her dagger, her hair is black and braided down her back hidden beneath the hood of her brown cloak..

the most notable thing about her is her eyes.. they are liquid gold, amber in color and very striking.. her skin tan from her travels beneath the hood her ears were pointed, as she was of elven kind if only a half ling.. but not noticed.. as she kept her hood in place.., and a Red tailed hawk for travling companion.. named Rishka

Kana arrived at a pre arranged meeting place not far from the village were word of strangers had arrived and a bar fight had broken out.. she had come to this area in her travels and decided to stay longer than she normally would tho she was not sure why..

word had travled to her threw others, hunters and trappers in the area mostly of a man seeking a Ranger who was looking for work.. and so she agreed to this meeting.. just as the sun rose for the day.. she loved the dawn the early morining light, smells and sounds as creatures woke for the yet another day..

the person she was to meet stepped out from the trees quiter than most, but she had known he was comming and already prepaired.. .. her elven ears had picked up the sound of his clothing as he moved and slight foot falls.. as well as a mumbled curse..

Her had rested on her dagger as he approched.. that is far enough.. i was told you seek a Ranger to track some people..

while she waited for his responce she looked him over noticing or so she assumed from his size and bulk that he was male..

she noted to that he had a large, leather-bound book with him. a chain that came out of the top of the spine of the book, and under his sleeve. As tho it is attatched or bound to him in some form.

He wore long leather gloves. As to his clothing she could not tell for it was covered up by a large, baggy cloak, nor could she discern his features.. because he kept the hood up the entire time.

A hawk flew over head and gave a cry before darting after its prey.. she knew from the sound that it was her own friend Rishka.. a Red tailed hawk with 90% of her feathers being white save for a few here and there and of corse in her tail fethers..

Kana didnt have a good feeling about this stranger, magic users in general were not to be trusted.. but she needed a job and the pay was good half now and half later when the job was done.. for now she was just to track and observe these strangers and was given names and discriptions..

which sounded like the ones who had been in the bar fight in the village only last night.. she would recive further instructions later.. she accepted the first half of her payment and returned to the village to talk with the barkeep from the Tavern and see what he knew and start from there..

she did find it interesting that the man who hired her knew about each of these people individually before they met at the Tavern... she bought a horse and extra food supplys as well as extra bandages and herbs just in case.. and set out following the tracks and signs that her prey had left behind.

Rishka flying high over head.. coming down to rest on her out streatched arm from time to time and rest. From the looks of things.. if they travled thru the night she would be sevral hours behind..

but if they had stopped for the night near by she was guessing she would be no more than 4 or 5 hours behind at the least.. there was an old keep not too far off the main road no longer in use and from the tracks she was seeing and as heavy as it had rained in the night..

 

[Wargarble]

Naden stirred as the sun peaked over the distant mountains and pierced the clouds, hitting him full in the face through the broken woodwork of the stables. Even with the cloak over his eyes it was too bright and he raised his arm before his face so that he could manage to open his them. "No rest for the wicked" Tobias said in an amused tone from somewhere just over his shoulder. Naden grunted in acknowledgement, "explains why you're already up and pestering me".

Gabbing part of the still-intact stable wall, he began dragging himself up. Something small fell away from his back as Naden gained his feet. Turning, he saw the diminuitive form of Arisu still laying in the hay. 'We have to move on soon' he thought. Distractedly misplacing for the moment the knowledge that she was not actually a child, he leant down and gently slid his hands underneath her back and legs. He lifted and cradled her body as he made his way over to a small fire pit somebody had set up, and apparently kept going through the night.

Naden sat in the dirt next to the open flame, gleaning a little warmth before the morning frost subsided. He lay Arisu across his lap, left arm still supporting her back, and gently shook her head with his free hand. "It is time to rise little one".

 

[tia_wild]

Adrienne

Adrienne pursed her lips at the sight of the tiny serpent, her slit-pupiled eyes narrowing slightly.

"It seems you are quite popular with beasts." She murmurred, taking the bedroll from his hands with a slight bow and turning to the fire. After arranging her space along one wall, keeping the fire and Nammenarg both near at hand, she walked a few tight circles before settling down, curling up so tightly that her nose was covered by the broad tip of her spotted tail. She drug her cloak over her body like a winter blanket and went promptly to sleep.

~~~

Dawn came late, the skies still clearing of the last remnants of the previous night's rainstorm. Adrienne woke even later, finding most of the camp already roused and moving. Stretching lagouriously, she folded her cloak and lay it against her modest pack of belongings.

Aside from Suprise and Silence, she had few possessions to speak of. Most of what she carried she wore on her person, and when her cloak was removed, it became evident that clothing did not rate overly highly on that list. A heavy leather kilt and studded leather corselet were the only clothing she afforded, both in a deep crimson that complimented her dusky grey and black-spotted fur nicely, but neither covered overly much flesh. Strung about her neck and hips were long intertwined chains of gold and silver links, a form of currency oft used by mercenaries who wore their wealth for convenience, security, and to announce their value at their trade. Woven through her ebony mane, a set of what appeared to be silver and pearl pins added a feminine touch to her otherwise feral ensemble. She hadn't bother to remove her bracers to sleep, as she preferred her weapons remain close at hand, but her gloves and mask she left stowwed in her pack.

"Have we deciphered what great cause has drawn such a motley group together?" She asked, as she sat gracefully next to the fire, stretching her bare toes as near as she could without coming to harm. "It seems to me, that we are all quite... able... in our own right, but our talents seem rather diverse. Yet, I'm certain I am not alone in feeling that some greater force or urging has drawn us together."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vushlo

Vushlo came striding into the stable, small droplets of blood dripping slowly from his gauntleted fingers

"That would be Fate pushing us together for a reason"

His cold voice sounded like the crack of a whip in the silence of the morning

"The Necromancer is the start, but will not be the end of our road"

He looked at everybody in turn, knowing that Leo would be listening too

"If you need to provision yourself then now would be a good time, there is an evil power here, a power that decimated the defenders and attackers of this keep and I know this is not the reason why we are here, but it may also be the result of what brought us together. For those of you who wish I can summon horses, they will be like my own, so they will need no feed nor rest."

Vushlo waited for a response

 

[Ancalimon]

"Yes, I suppose I do befriend some odd creatures. But, Dragar is actually a recent addition." Namannarg said as Adrienne took the proffered bedroll. "Dragar, I'm about to lie down, and I doubt you want to be crushed. Just curl up on the ground between me and the fire." Then he lay down with his own bedroll, right next to Adrienne. Looking up at the ceiling and over at her, it was quite some time before he got to sleep.
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Namennarg was woken by the Knight speaking. "I too feel as though some higher power caused us all to find each other. I would imagine the higher powers aren't too happy about someone reversing the natural order of things." Namennarg responded. "I don't suppose I'm the only one who wants breakfast, am I?".

 

[Eilit]

Arisu had hissed softly when the source of her Warmth had moved away. She just curled herself into a small ball. The small female had yet to get wide awake and really didn't have any idea what was really happening. Still, she missed the Warmth that had been leaking into her back. Her skin would feel cold, expect for her back, obviously. It was then the Warmth returned back and made her float. She snuggled into it, trying to get more of it. Her arms wrapped around the neck loosely, as a small child would to their parent or sibling. "No... go," she muttered softly, hiding her face in the Warmth's chest.

She felt the Warmth move down and her legs across his lap. Arisu could barely hear what it was saying thoug. "... little one," was all her ears could pick up.

"No," she said wrapped her arms tighter around him. "Cold. Cat. Bad. So... sleepy." Her speech did revert to that of a child when she wasn't awake. (Hearing her sleeptalk had made many coo at how adorable she was. (Needless to say, they were never seen again.)) The snake looked abnormaly pale, or rather, paler than usuall. As a member of the reptile family, she gained her 'energy' from the sun or any other natural warmth. And it would take a few minutes for her to become completely aware of her surroundings.

She moved her head down, her doll like eyes slowly blinking into reality. "Cold." She shook her head, not wanting to leave the Warmth's lap. Whoever it was. Unless it was cat. Cats were bad. Ate young. "Bad kitty."

 

[LeoHawk35]

Leo

He remained awake throughtout the night. He watched small animals and people, mostly alone, only one group passed by. The moon had always been a claming sight to him. He went over the days events in his head, and then the small group gathered inside the stables. An interesting group. And interesting night. The moon appeared blood red in his eyes. He watched it silently. Blood would be shed on this day. He could sense that there would be others joining them before long. Eventually they would make themselves known. He conjured up the soul threads. Elvish blood along with a half elf. He waited until dawn, when the group began stirring.

He heard the Death Knights words. He dropped down from the two story high ledge he was standing on and made his way quietly though the light morning fog towards the stable. He stepped in and made his way to a shadowy corner, away form the rest of the party.

"I need no steed, Death Knight. Though I appreciate the offer." he nodded at Vushlo before turning his gaze to the rest of the group.