The Seven Keys.

[The GrandMage]

Yrismir

Yrismir rolled his eyes, but waited until Cali had left. "it wasn't like that and you know it mother. Yes, she was trying to kill me, but I wasn't exactly trying to be polite myself. I mean, I left her body hanging off that torch bracket in the courtyard. And let's not forget that it was her who took the blow meant to kill the queen. She was a royal pain in the ass, and a racist bitch, but she was firmly loyal to the ruling family and I buthered her and left her corpse in plain sight. It's not exactly what one does in civilized company."

He looked around, and gazed at her. "Mother, the High Circle's been contacting me since your,...'ascension'. They want me to come back and take charge. I don't suppose you could pop by and tell them to take care of themselves? They seem to think the people would be happier with a ruling authority with some tie to you. You were almost a Goddess to us, you know."

 

[Strolling Gecko]

I had been in my quarters going through the routine I always did before I met with my liege, King Tildiir. Polishing the elven plate he granted me, cleaning up my face and hair, and sharpening Lan's blade......my blade. I held up the longsword he gave to me. It was fairly ordinary looking, plain looking elven steel with an ebony and gold hilt. It gave off an aura of power everytime I gripped it. I still could not believe that this blade was mine. It was the very one he had fought with for all of his years. The one he had with him on his last great adventure just before I arrived. The sword he had slayed that dragon from the northern country with. The sword he used to turn back the Horde of Undead that tried to sweep across Ankoria about two centuries ago. He had given the sword to me as a gift for all of the hard work and loyal service I had served him and Tildiir with. But it was for more than that. Lan once told me his only regreat was not having a son. He had always planned on passing his sword onto the child he never had. He chose to give it to me just before he moved on. Lan called me his son, said he was proud of what I was and what I was to become and the, after giving me his sword and ship, he passed on. I've never been more proud to carry a weapon as I am to carry Lan's blade.

The Whisper hummed lightly to me. We were arriving at our destination. I snapped my armor into place, tied my long hair back away from my face, and sheathed my sword. I placed my helm under my arm and made my way up above deck. I walked to the head of the ship, leaving Yrismir alone as he appeared to be communing with a spirit. I knew wizards generally disliked being interrupted while casting complicated spells. Cali had vanished below deck, as did the rest of our companions, or at least that's what I assumed. I looked out over the sea and saw land rapidly approaching........along with a very rocky waters ahead. The Whisper kept it's pace as we approached the rocks. All I did was smile. It was so good to be home.

 

[LadyRozes]

Tenora looked tenderly at Yrismir, "My son you must go where your heart tells you to go. You cannot expect me to just pop in and tell them anything, as of right now I do believe they know you are needed elsewhere, I am sure you will not be bothered during the quest. As for Relissa .. well as I far as I know .. I didnt like her.. besides.. the Queen is still in captivity isnt she.. no one knows where she is .. thus as far as anyone knows.. you did what you thoguht was right ... no one will treat you otherwise.. besides I expect nothing less for my son. I had to pretend My whole life that I wasnt aware of who you are.. what I do know now is I wasted my life hiding the one thing I needed most. "

She watched Ramos pass her by and her eyes narrowed on the sword, " I see Lan's heir is with you.. I wonder how he fairs?.. How do you get along? Lan had a .. reputation I am surprised to see that Ramos looks nothing like I expected his heir to be... be well my son I assure you I will be around for you to call on me again. .. Should you need anything.. I promise,"

With that she began to fade and kissed her son on the forehead before disappearing completely.

 

[poohlive]

It was hours and hours before Goven did anything more than Explore the body of the nubile young elf beside him. The light had already faded outside, as evening approached. He laid there, by her side, kissing her tender skin, his fingers tracing here and there with the keen interest of a newly aquired lover.
He would follow her to the ends of the earth, do anything for her. He could already feel it, like some small chain deep inside of his mind, locking him up. He was hers.
"Oh, my pet. I would love to stay here forever, and ravish you..." He looked down between them, and knew that if he wanted to, he really could ravish her forever, " But, unfortunately, we do have some things to do tonight. We still do not know what treasure that is needed so badly. If we hurry now, we can even talk with the king, persuade him that way."
Goven nibbled at her neck, tasting it once more.
"It will be soo hard to play your brother once we leave these doors. I shall have a hard time keeping my hands to myself."

 

[poohlive]

Dwarven Sublety

It had taken Sabaka an hour before he had gotten through the gates and security and elven whatnots that seemed to piss him off at no end. His pony taken in, people in the stalls washing him, brushing him. Honestly, how is a war pony supposed to strike fear in the hearts of orcs and ogres if its brushes and pimped and proper.
And then, clothing. Oh! The hell! There are deep mines in the earth where the rocks smoke and smolder against your very pick, where dwarves work and slay in there, day on end, month on end, year on end, with little sleep, less water, and hardly any food at all.
Sabaka would have given his beard to be one of those dwarven miners, compared to standing here, in a fitted garment, as nurses and aides went around, picking and prodding. Several needles the size of small continents stuck into his side, causing him to shout a well rounded choice of dwarven words that would have made the elvish ladies blush had they known what they meant.
The elvish women did blush however, as the intent of those words came across as clear as a slap on the face.
So, now the dwarf stood at the party, with his new clothing, that itched and rubbed and chaffed in all the wrong spots, his armor and other whatnots went for cleaning and polishing. He had threatened the death of the entire elven race if they so much as touched his beard, so that still was unkempt and scraggly, beer stains and pieces of uneaten food still stuck in there somewhere. More than once he had lost his pipe in that forest beneath his chin.
He had grunted greetings and hello's at the royal banquet, eating his fill, and drinking mug after mug of ale. This elven 'attempt' at ale only made him more homesick and convinced that elves are about as high on the wish of wanted animals as the leech or the ringworm. They couldn't even make a decent barrelfull of drink.
He had downed more than a half a barrel, and asked them to keep coming, as his thirst had barely been quenched, and he couldn't even feel the hints of a good buzz.
Ah, elven parties. The drat of them. People with aristocrat aires walking and talking about shit they would never normally walk and talk shit about. He saw them all, with their noses up in the air, being debutaunt and whatever else.
The bloody well lot of them.
He couldn't wait for it to be over. He'd only been told to come here as part of his clan's requirements to the king, and their obligations. Long since have the truce papers been signed by elf and dwarf, ending the long wars, and this torture was the answer. Parties... aristocratic bunny foo foo shin digs where a dwarf couldn't get a decent mug of alcohol.
At least the food wasn't half bad...
Sabaka gave a resounding burp, laughing as some of the other high and mighty stick-up-their-ass elves looked down to see what could possibly have made such a noise.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
He began picking things out of his teeth as he waited for more ale.

 

[LadyRozes]

After hearing the resounding burb from the gallow Tildiir smiled, his friend had come to save his arse from the wretched dinner. He was going to get an earful from Sabaka when he found out this wasnt even the ball that he was invited to, but the banquet before. Jsut as there would be one planned for every evening of the week until Soulsday (saturday).

Tildiir excused himself from the exorbiting amount of peopel around him to walk over and talk with his dwarven friend Sabaka.

"I see there is just not enough ale for a dwarf in my castle if you had told me you were comming earlier I would have brought out some of hte moonshine I keep hidden for you."

Tildiir smiled at the reaction Sabaka gave, he always knew how to get life going at a party.

 

[poohlive]

Sabaka craned his neck up, to see the elvin king there before him. He gave a small chuckle, and a nod, but nothing more. When he spoke next, it came out in friendly enough grunts though.
"Ah, nah... that moonshine would comatose about half the people here, yourself included. You elves may cook a good duck, but you can't hold your liquor for spit."
He elbowed the king in the ribs, or at least tried to, with their height, he hit him in the stomach, but it was light and fun hearted.
"Argh! I missed ya, lad. You should have come to Kavekeeper's birthday celebration. We had a troll come in, and several dwarves took axes, destroying it in the middle of the room as they shared in mead and food."
He gave the elf a wink.
"Now that was a party."
Sabaka sighed looking about the room. He hated how elves walked. They seemed to glide across the room, without stepping at all. He didn't know why, but that pissed him off to no end. Elves... they couldn't even do something as simple as walking right.
"Now, I know this is a celebration and all, and I'm happy for you, but Tildiir. What is up? You don't invite me over here just to have some ale and make fun of your guests. Your letter said it was important I attend. You didn't get into any... trouble again, did you?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Yrismir

Yrismir sighed. Once again he was left with more quewstions than answers. But it had always been this way. He sighed, and went belowdeck. He went to the room he shared with Cali, and got ready. He pulled on the rest of his clothes, leaving his wizard robes and getting a hooded black cloak from the wardrobe. He sighed, pulling it about himself, hiding within it.

"Looks like I'll be going after all. This is all madness. We have no idea what we're doing, and somehow we're supposed to save the world? The Gods are mad, I tell you. Mad."

 

[Strolling Gecko]

The Whisper began to slow herself as it approached the Ankorian coastline. I couldn't help but feel relieved. I was finally home, finally back where I felt I belonged.

Yet I wondered how things were back on the human isle. I hadn't been there since I left in search of Jasmine. After her death, I wanted to return but found myself accompanying Lan on all sorts of adventures. None of which returned me to the island of my birth. I sailed past it once or twice and viewed it from a distance, but never did I step foot on it.

The rocks seemed to glide right through the Whisper. Gnomes illusions at there best. Lan had made many friends among many races, not the least of which was the gnomes. Rumor had it that the Whisper herself was built by ancient gnome wizards and that they served as it's crew until their deaths, but continued to serve even after death. It made sense to me. With all the Whisper could do and how it had last near millienia, only gnomes could pull that off. Perhaps dwarves, but they generally don't like to share their toys.

The Whisper disapeared into the coastline. The illusion shimmering around the ship as she slide silently into Lan's secret grove and port. We would be safe here. Unfortunately, we wouldn't be here for very long.

"Whisper, message to our guests," I said. "All right everyone, this is Ramas. We've just landed in Ankoria, about a half days travel from the royal city. We will be leaving together as soon as we all meet on deck to discuss our business here. Say, meet in fifteen minutes?" I leaned against the railing and closed my eyes. The Whisper hummed beneath me. It was good to be home.

 

[Vixandra]

Cali

I laughed from behind a changing screen, walking out fully dressed in a short skirt, thigh-high boots, a long sleeved blouse and a matching belt. The deep violet leather and cloth bore crimson fireproofing runes along the hems and collar. Was the exact copy of an outfit I had at home, perfect for any royal occasion.
"Yeah, but if they weren't mad, we wouldn't be here," I said with a grin, strapping my whip to my waist. I slipped a pair of wrist sheaths on and put knives in them with a longer pair of throwing knives in the tops of my boots.
I hugged Yris, trying to make him smile. "Think this'll do? I'm not good with fancy dresses and courtly things, in all honesty. Any hints?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Yrismir

Yrismir shrugged, pulling the hood back to reveal his face. "I wouldn't know. The government of the Neutral Zone in based on a militaristic system to support the Wise One's Decrees and uphold her word within the Neutral Zone. By the time I was high enough within the system to actually leave the Neutral Zone I didn't really care much about fashion."

He looked her over, and gave her a small smile. He glanced at the door, and sighed. "I guess we'd best get topside and report to our captain."

His face took on an emotionless, blank look as he went through the door, ducking into another room for a moment before returning with his staff. He went back up, out into the world, before drawing his hood back over his head, hiding his identity.

He glanced around before heading to Ramas. "I need to speak with King Tildiir privately. He has something we need. I'd prefer that it doesn't become publicly know who I am until I can get him alone. For the sake of upholding laws equal to all I should be wanted within the land, but the King would most likely 'forget' he talked to me in gratitude for past assistance."

 

[LadyRozes]

Tildiir looked down at his friend, "eeh... well.. you mihgt say I got into a bit more than trouble.. I have a little problem.. perhaps we could talk about it .. when there arent a lot of ears around hmm? I know your definately going to be very upset when I tell you the absurdity of the whole thing."



Tana slipped up onto the deck and stood waitning there for everyone to get up there. Still very intimidated about going .. she had put the beautiful green dress in the closet on. It was the most wonderous thing she had ever put on her body. She waited to see if her wolf friend showed up, or the fellow with the many rings.

 

[poohlive]

At the mention of unwanted listeners, Sabaka looked from one edge of the party to the other, already seeing shadows of spies within each and every one of those elvish liars and sneaks. He knew it! The whole damned place was corrupted.
Money and power, all that elves wanted, or desired. It was pitiful, the whole lot of it. He would hold his nose against them all, but he would need a stool just to get his nose high enough...
In either case, he took another mug of the elvish ale, and motioned for them to go off somewhere alone.
"If it's important, then let us talk. I am afraid if I'm at this party much longer, my axe will accidentally find itself imbedded in an elf or two. My fingers are already twitching."
The sooner he was away from them the better.

 

[LadyRozes]

Tildiir led him to his private solar. He knew his advisors would be very upset with him. They were determined to see things through.

He went into one of his cabinets against the wall and then grabbed a bottle, took a swig of it and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Not something you would expect out of an elf but Tildiir wasnt concerned with propriety. He passed the bottle to Sabaka. He knew Sabaka would like it . It was one of his strong brews that he kept hidden. It was one that you didnt feel it until a bit later when you least expected in.

"Sit my friend your not going to believe this." After Tildiir launched himself into the chair, he laid his head back and then sighed. "I have a bit of a problem Sabaka. My advisors are on my case again. THey want me to find someone to be with and get an heir. You know I cant do that .. I have lost the only person that meant anything to me, like that. And whats worse is that I recieved a missive a few months ago and I have found out that the ranks have been infiltrated again. They are jsut biding thier time. I am so lost.... Father was lost this way.. if he ahd but acted on his tinstinct adn destroyed him before we left for the mission then we would have been fine. father would still be King and I would not have to deal with this .."

Tildiir wished he could go back to being free again, when He didnt have to deal with such things as the responsibilities of a Kingdom, but his father had been poisoned with a somthing so deadly that even his immunable body had crippled and left him. He wouldnt have lost her.. Tildiir shoved his head in his hands and then asked "Sabaka, what am I going to do?"

 

[poohlive]

Sabaka had to think hard about this, and he wasn't a great thinker, so this took quite a lot of patience. He never did like politics. Dwarfs and politics mixed rarely, in their culture, there was a king, and royalty who served under him, that was it. Those who didn't have power, didn't want it, and those who did took it with ease.
This all seemed new to him, but he was aware of it. Elves and humans shared in greedy hearts. Of course, some would argue a dwarf heart held more greed... but a dwarf greeds after stones and metal and precious items. He never greeds after power.
So, he imagined that power over the elvin kingdom was some huge stone somewhere in the castle, and only Tildiir knew about it. Everyone else was after this stone, and would even kill to get it.
Made more sense to a dwarf this way.
"This is very serious indeed. I think you have greived far too long for your lost love. It's blinded you to the rest of your kingdom and its problems. There are people... mind you, their elves, "He had to keep composure from spitting the words out, "But still, they deserve a compitant leader. You should remarry, my old friend, if not for love, than for the good of your kingdom. She will always have a place in your heart, but if these people who are after the throne seize it with force, what will stop them from destroying all of the elvin kingdom for their greed?"
Sabaka paused for a moment there, imagining the kingdom running rampant with lust and power and evil. He wondered if they would think to do something stupid, like break the old truce between elves and dwarves. Settle the old score of the ancient war their species once held over each other. A small powerful look came into his eye. Elves, by the hundreds, being slaughtered for their greed, as the dwarven kingdom rises up...
But, it was lost as soon as he saw Tildiir in the state he was in.
If this is too much for you, couldn't you always step down? Have one of your trusted advisors take over the throne?"

 

[Vixandra]

Cali

I waited for everyone to gather on the deck of the ship before speaking myself.
"I've a rather nifty idea, if anyone's game to hear it."
Noticing at least one interested glance, I went on. "To get into the King's Court without them knowing who Yris is should be interesting to say the least. I know, she said it'd be okay but I'd rather not take chances. That cloak reminds me of one our village blind man would wear, hiding the face and entire body.
"We just pass it on that your blind, let you hang onto someone while we go in and request an audience. Have Ramas do it- he's that nifty Elf's heir so should be able to get it right? That way we're legit, and mostly telling the truth. The best lies and deceptions are those closest to the truth."

 

[poohlive]

Goven in Court

He had risen early in the night, leaving Nexus to her own bed. She seemed so peaceful, he did not want to wake her. There was a certain rosy glow to her, even after the shadows danced around her face, that he couldn't bare bringing her back to the land of the living like that.
She should sleep, for a few more hours.
He wanted to grab that treasure as soon as possible. With any luck, they'd be out of here before morning.
The party was huge, food and everything, drinks all around. Most of the population already was either drunk or well on their way to get there. He mingled here and there, talking absently to old fools with loose lips, nothing of any useful information on the key came to mind, but there was a lot of talk about the king, and certain factions willing to grab the throne. It seemed as if the elvin kingdom was in a bit of a chaotic state at the moment. People were becoming desperate.
What fun...
Had he not more important matters, he would start in some of the craziness himself.
He decided, rather, after taking a bottle of wine himself, to go off into the more secluded areas of the castle. He wandered down hallways, glancing, looking, getting a real feel for this place. He had only been here once before, at a party such as this, and didn't know the more mundane parts ofthe castle.
Some rooms occupied, and faint moaning escaping their shut doors. Others held large tables for meetings and plans, and anything else someone could muster up. He saw the throne room, where the king would meet guests most beneficially, sitting in a wooden carved elegant chair that looked as beautiful as anything ever created by the elves.
Then, he passed a hallway where two guards stood, weapons in hand.
"Oh, and where does this go?" he cocked his head, looking down the darkened passage.
"This is private, part of the king's personal rooms."
Ah, bedroom, private parlor... "And the treasure room?"
"Sir, if you'd like us to escort you back to the party."
He let his hand come up, and touch one of the guard's on the nose. He instantly dropped into the deep sleep. The other looked on in fright and amaze, before grabbing for his weapon. Goven snapped his fingers, and the elf stopped.
"Treasure room?"
The elf turned around, walking down the hallway. Goven followed, passing by one door where he could hear a couple speaking. If he wasn't mistaken, one of the voices was a dwarf. A dwarf? Here?
Goven shook his head and followed the guard.
He stopped in front of a large door, with several locks on it. It looked forobding, and strong. He imagined that metal workers spent years on this very door alone, to keep out anyone that might have sticky fingers.
Goven pressed his hand to the door, closing his eyes... and spoke a few words in classic elvish.
A small burst of black smoke appeared from his hand, as he was tossed back a few steps.
"I see," He winced, shaking the pain from his hand, "Elvin magic."
He heaved a sigh, this wouldn't be as easy as he thought. He could get passed it, but he imagined there would be more than one alarm raised if he did.
The best way would be to have the king open it for them. He still didn't know how though... or, maybe he did.
A plan was beginning to form in Goven's mind. Something simple and dastardly that might just make the king give him the artifact outright.
Of course, Nexus would have a plan of her own. He thought about keeping his own a secret, to see what she had to say on the subject. She had gotten him in here, and he would listen to whatever she had to say.
Still, they mustn't take too much time.
He followed the guard back out snapped his finger twice, they both woke up from their own little naps... and gave a startled look. He merely smiled, and walked back to his room.
He would need his staff. It shone in darkened mist in the night, as he picked it up. Small shards of lightening hissed.
"Oh, my pet, you are almost ready," This would be powerful magic. Soon, oh so soon. Just one last ingrediant.
"Nexus," he knocked on the door, coming into her chamber, "Nexus dear. Are you decent?"
He gave a dirty smile.

 

[LadyRozes]

Nexus woke up to an incessent knocking and a sweet voice calling to her. Are you decent?"

"Of course I am silly" Knowing fully well she had not a stitch of clothing on, but it didnt matter she was bent on some morning action.

***********

Snider slipped through the dungeon window knowing this was the only place that was safe to come in from, as he slipped through the bars he kept thinking of that wonderful piece he was about to get his hands on.

It was only a matter of time the Great ball was in three days. And he figured that would be the night they dissappeared from here.

For now he had contacts to connect with and objects to play with...

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Trianna

Trianna appeared on deck last. She had spent more time below decks than was comfortable for her but they were meeting the king of the elves. If any one should dress the part it should be one of his subjects.

The time in the cramped quarters had been well spent. Her raven hair was pinned up and fell in small, separate ringlets, framing her face and accenting her almost porcelin features.

The dress she wore was of woodland green, scooped in front enough to show a simple pendant that her mother had given her years ago. Earrings of the same design, a small blood red stone, adorned her ears.

The waist was snug, accentuating the slimness there and the skirt was flowing, brushing the ground as she walked.

Slippers of soft green velvet were worn on her feet and they caused her to move almost silently.

The only thing out of place were her bow and arrows, which she refused to leave, and Growls who was pressed against her side in a protective manner. The only time the wolf moved away from Trianna was when he spotted the young girl they had rescued.

Moving to her, he nuzzled her hand and moved her closer to Trianna who smiled down at her.

"Hello," Trianna said,"I apologize for not speaking with you before but there has been alot going on. I am Trianna. A wood elf. Welcome to my lands."

 

[The GrandMage]

Yrismir

He lowered his face, leaning heavilly on his staff. Mutter, he reached up, running a hand over the dark heart atop the staff. Slowly the woode of the staff grew out, over the dark top of it, creating a gnarled top.

"I like the idea of being blind. It gets me out of having to deal with people. I shouldn't need my powers, but even so the forces of evil should be afoot even as we are. If we should run into them, my powers will be significantly weaker than normal. And the King's court had been corrupted when last I was here, I have faith that the Prince would have wiped most of it out when he came to power, but we can never be sure who may still hold darkness in their hearts."

"...Talk to as few people as possible, and trust no one."

 

[poohlive]

IT was when Goven lay in bed next to her, his whole body spent, that he noticed something different about her. Her skin, eyes, features all seemed changed, altered somehow, slightly, but unmistakable. He kissed her neck, noticing the soft pale skin. Had it always been so pale? He thought he remembered a rosy glow like no other from her.
It made no difference, she was the same, maybe she shifted her features for her own reasons. He wouldn't bother her with such things.
It wasn't until he tried to lean up that he felt a bit dizzy, falling back to the pillows. Was he this tired? His mind seemed to be swimming.
He felt drained, despite ample rest. Why did he feel this way?
After a few moments, of lying down and resting, it went away, replaced by passion and desire for her once more. He had been run over with these feelings since he'd seen her, and they only seemed to grow and amplify each time they touched.
It wasn't love... he knew that much. He had been in love, and this was nothing like it. More of lust, powerful, undeniable lust. As if she were a mare, deep in heat, and he had no choice but to go after her.
Would this feeling stop? He already felt himself being betrayed by it. He trusted her, to no end, despite knowing nothing about her. He lied here, next to her, like some faithful puppy, he would do anything for her if she only asked with those sweet lips.
Something was wrong... he knew this, but in the same tone, he didn't care. So long as he felt good, nice, warm next to her, all other cares seemed secondary.
"I found the treasure room," He almost whispered to her, shifting slightly to curl up against her body, "It has many traps, some magical. It would take a lot to get through there by force... but I found some interesting news at the party, that may prevent us from having to use force."
He told of her the King's weak point in court, and factions rising up to take over.
"From what I've been thinking, we could do this two ways. One, help the king, and destroy those who oppose him. He would be grateful for our help, and with a little of persuasion, give us the object we need. Or, we could join this underground conspirators who want to overthrow the king, and aid them, in return for first crack at the treasure room and what it holds inside. Either way, we will be given the gift, and not have to take it by force..."
he gave a loving smile, "But then again... we are bad guys. We could also just steal it."

 

[LadyRozes]

Tana smiled at the lady that called herself Trianna. She made such beautiful music and her wolf was so nice. Tana bent down and gave him a big hug.


*********


Ellen hopped up ont to the deck and proceeded to leave the boat. It had taken a while and she couldnt wait to see her older brother again. "Come on everyone, I know a place where we can stay. " She smiled and headed out for the capitol where her brother was probably drowning in masses of Muslin Fabric. Smirking she realized the Ball was only a few days away.

 

[The GrandMage]

Yrismir

After a small pause, Yrimsir glanced around, and then simply leaned his staff over a shoulder and started off the ship, muttering to himself about the Gods, and stupid quests, and wondering why he bothered with the damn thing in the first place.

The whole thing hurt his head. Was it any wonder he'd become a drunk? At least when you were drunk some of this shit made sense, as vague as it was. If it wasn't but for the fact he didn't trust the 'Evil' Gods to run around killing and enslaving everyone, he'd drop the whole damn thing.

But chances were they would. Yrismir sighed, shifting his boots as he reached land and looking back to see if the others were following.

He paused, and yelled back up. "It's called a race for a reason, you know! Remember, the evil people, nasty cheating Gods probably gave them more info! Hurry your asses up unless you want to lose! We can plan on the way!"

He started walking. The whole thing was crazy. Crazy and vague and all he had were clues spoken in riddles. He sighed, betting the other side had better directions. How in the world did they keep losing? He looked around, wondering if the Evil Gods just sucked at picking champions...

 

[Vixandra]

Cali

I looked at the rest of our team and shrugged. If Yris was dashing off it must be important.
I leapt off the ship and hit the docks at a run to catch up with him, slipping into character as I did so.
"M'Lord, more careful you must be! Musn't go dashing off without me," I said in a mix of languages, trusting he'd understand.
I caught up with Yris. "You've got to be careful, I know your hearings great but these docks are fair tricky and there's stuff lying everywhere, wouldn't want you to be tripping over things, would we, M'lord?"

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Trianna

Trianna smiled once again at the girl and held out her hand for her to take.

"Come, we must hurry. The others are already leaving. I will show you some of the sights of the city just like my father does when he takes me into it with him."

Taking her hand, she gave it a squeeze and led the way down the ramp, one hand lifting her flowing skirts so as not to dirty them.

Growls followed both closely, keeping an eye out for the pair.

"Growls likes you," Trianna said as they began to move toward their destination. "You must be very special for a wild animal to like you, you know. He senses something in you that no one else has. And he promises that you will be safe as long as he is at your side."

She looked down at the girl and said,"Would you like that? He will stay with you as long as you need him to. He will always be my friend but he can be yours as well."