The Skilled

Anduine

anduine looks at the winged one and says, "Hello tyrais we must be of now and have introductions later."

Gromrir looks at the elf and sees that he is afraid. " You seem afraid elf with a grin. I didnt think elfs were were afraid of goblins."

Anduine, "do not inquire my wrath small bearded one i should have killed you when i first laid eyes on you i should hve killed you. As you know dwarfs are not welcomed in elven lands you knew that didnt you."

Gromrir fowns and says in a low voice "no"

Anduin smiles, " I thought so you know i had the right to kill you on sight. but yo had the winged one with you. I myself could kill goblins but not 200 or more tis is thre lair dwarf we must LEAVE NOW."

Tyrais looks at Anduine seeing his calm demenor go to that of anger. I have never seen an angry elf before, i have heard that it and it is rare as it is deadly. tyrais desides to he to is unable to fight he stands up next Anduine. an says, "im with the elf we should go."
 
Gromrir

"Alright already, let's stop arguing. Let's just go." Gromrir said, turning and walking further along the path away from the cave. "Tyrais, my name is Gromrir; and that is all you need to know. Let us travel." he said, frustrated by his companion's lack of spirit, but also in the knowlkedge that he could not take all of the goblins on his own.
 
He had hoped that this woman would say yes and now that he had he was elated. He was finally going to be able to protect one of the Skilled and with his gift he knew that he would tell her where one of them was. He smiled at her, "Ivory.... I like that name and it would be good to travel with you. My name is Aaron."
 
"Aaron" her voice was soft and his name seemed to roll off her tongue. "I am glad I am no longer alone, I am looking for the Mage Alerian. He is the strongest of the skilled and I seek his council but I have no way to find him. Do you have any ideas?"
 
"I have heard that he lives near the edge of the Aldorian Forest. But why do you seek his council; you are one of the Skilled yourself and he would destroy you just to steal your skill before he helps you. Why are you risking your destruction like that?"

Aaron knew that what he had just said was harsh and might shock Ivory but he had to tell her the truth. There were mages out there that would destroy one of the Skilled just so that could learn how one of the Skilled used the magic the way that they did. And Ivory was going straight to one of them, he knew that he was going to be her travelling companion but it looked as though he was to be her protector as well.
 
Tyrais

"Gromrir, that's an odd name." he thought to himself. Tyrais had little experience with dwarves. The same went for elves. He'd mostly dealt with humans.

Now, he and his new companions were trying to escape the path of a small army of over 200 goblins. A question came to mind.

"If you don't mind my asking, where are we going?"
 
Gromrir

As Tyrais asked where they were going, Gromrir looked back at the angel.
"Anywhere but here." the dwarf grunted, before turning back and trudging on.
"No, I'm serious..."
Gromrir shrugged. "Wherever. I have no particular places in mind. How about you, elf?"
 
Ivory nodded "yes I know that the skilled kill their own but I also know that for this mage he will hold himself back, Alerian and I go way back, or at least we kind of do. He is my father"
 
Aaron looked at Ivory in shock. It was one thing to be one of the Skilled but it was totally another to be the daughter of a mage, one of the most powerful mages in the lands. He leaned forward and said in a voice just low enough for the two of them to hear, "Then I have one question to ask of you. Why is it that you weren't trained by him earlier. I can feel the power almost flowing from you but it seems that there is more there, just waiting to be released."
 
OOC: Seemingly, Cryo has gone on one of his monthlong no Lit trips. I would vastly appreciate it if someone could take over his character. If not, I'll be forced to drop out of my own thread as his disappearance leaves me at sort of a standstill.
 
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