The Time of Dragons, an Magic.. *All welcome*

[PredatorX]

Forral still felt the presence of the centaur behind him, but as he now didn´t see her as an immediately threat he just ignored her. He had more important matters to attend to. The camp was still burning at some places. The smokefilled air was not pleasant to inhale but he endured it.

The bodies of his former companions was nowhere to be seen. They must have burned up very radically. He did not felt grief for the loss as he did not like any of the Vandles. He searched the area and finally with a smile on his lips he found what he was looking for. As his attention was on the item in his hands he never saw the centaur leave.

Feeling the weight of his Claymore in his hands again he started to walk slowly towards the town of Kant.

 

[Mantra]

How long does it take before fact is mixed with fiction? When great deeds and historical events are transformed into stories and then to myth and finally, to legend? How many empires have been built on the bones of kingdoms long forgotten before they themselves crumble and pass into the wind? The anwser often depends on those who ask and sometimes, on whom the question is asked to. For example, the humans often remember such events better than the goblins, elves, with their long lives often remember better then the dwarves and so on...

...and beyond them all, were the dragons.

Only the most seasoned and hardened....or the most nieve and foolish, of creatures were not awed at the very hint of the great and terrible beasts. Dragons themselves, were the stuff of myths and legends, and they, with life spans which even made the elves look like flickering candles, remembered a great deal about other myths and legends. Among most races around the known worlds, the leaders were always judged by the power they exercised. The strong ruled the weak, the rich dominated the poor, the privliedged ordered the less so. Among the dragonkind, there were also leaders and lessers, but this often was not judged by strength alone, nor by wealth, but by age. With age came wisdom, wisdom became knowledge and knowledge was the true source of power. An aged and wise dragon of reputation was indeed a respected and honored creature to be deferred to by others.

Her name, as loosely translated, was With the Wisdom of Ages. The lesser races just called her Thorn, a rather unseeming nickname, but she induldged them as a mother induldges a child. The Red Mountain was also a Lesser Race name for her home, but again, it mattered little what the outsidered called it, it was her home. Long ago, dwarves had come, mining and looking for gold. They found it, but the goblins followed after the dwarves seeking the wealth, then the humans came and the duegar and on and on..... They were all dead now and the mountain was still her home. Although it had been modified by the many species over the years, nothing had happened that she herself did not want to happen. The lesser races just never quite realized that.
In any case, those few that dwelt in the tiny township did so with her permission and were allowed to flourish. Also came those who sought the wisdom of the ages on a multitude of issues. A cure for a loved one, the desire for a love potion, a suggestion for a political policy. Kings and commoners alike came to see Thorn, but not all were permitted to do so.......

She let out a ragged sigh, her breath stirring up a whiff of dust as she lay on the stone floor of her antechamber. She would have to have some of the servants sweep again soon, but that was not on her mind today. One great golden eye watched a pool of water on the floor before her. The surface was perfectly still, but it did not reflect the eye which looked into it nor the cave about her. Instead she watched a handful of gathering, wandering, stumbling outsiders as they approached. Most notably, she watched the half-blooded female who bore the child toward her. Her voice grumbled deep in her chest, reverberating throughout the chamber. Shortly after, a great set of double doors opened and a man entered.
It was better said that a male entered, but at the very first glance, one could tell that it was no man. The was tall and powerfully built. Bare to the waste and wearing only simple, brown trousers. Many scars criss-crossed his arms and torso as a testiment to his battle prowess. He could be called handsome, but his features were as hard and cold as the stone around them. Horns sprouted from his temples and curved around the sides of his skull, curving upwards just before touching in back, becoming a pair of twin antanne behind his head. It gave an onlooker the impression of a crown. Jet black hair was pulled tight and fell into a long ponytail which hung down nearly to his waist. Long and leathery red-black wings sprouted from his back, rising up over his shoulders before folding back down along the length of his body. Most notable however, were his eyes. Golden eyes with black Y-shaped pupils, exactly like the great eye which looked into the water.

Dragon eyes

He knelt down on one knee. "You called for me, Revered One?" he spoke, in a deep, hissing, growling language.

"I did Phalanx." Thorn replied in the same language. "I would ask you to go down to the keep. Outsiders are comming. Do not devour them outright, my noble warrior. Bring the female and child to me. If any are courageous enough to come with her, then perhaps I shall allow some of them to attend as well. I shall let you decide who."

The male again bowed then stood, turning and striding out of the room.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn stopped Idrial with a hand upon her shoulder. He then turned towards the figure that had silently appeared not far from them. The High Warrior placed his hands at his sides and gestured a deep bow toward the Drow that had appeared upon the path. He smiled, to himself, really. Another Drow had come to the Sun, indeed. O'Bonn would be priviledged to know this Dark Elf, for the Fay gave him good words. He remembered another Drow he had known, long ago. A Drow that had come from the Underdark with twin scimitars. A Drow O'Bonn had fought alongside of.

O'Bonn removed the cloak from his head. "I am O'Bonn, son of M'Rhun, and High Warrior," he shouted to the figure that watched them. "Come ye forth and be recognized."

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial stopped and waited quietly when O'Bonn placed his hand on her sholder looking in the direction he faced she waited. His vision was much sharper than her own and he could both hear and see farther than she herself could.

Instincitvly she moved to the boy taking a protective stance, but not drawing her wepon. While she waited to see if whom ever O'Bonn was seeing would come forth as friend or foe. Idrial what is going on? Rhys asked his eyes wide as he moved up next to her..

Looking at the boy she could see his fear, and quietly replyed. It's alright Rhys .. i need you to stay quiet i'll explain things more later... hush now until we determin if whom ever O'Bonn see's is a freind or an enamy.. Idrial saw the boy nod and step back behind her slightly she could still feel him near, and new she could reach him if she needed to trun and run with him she could.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Walking in the darker shadows, Morigann watched curiously as O;Bonn called to the Drow that stood just beyond her. She felt the stirrings of interest as he remained out of her reach. What troubled her most was the feelings of uncertainty she felt as they stood just above the village of Gilad. She followed the two from the old spring pool where they had first stopped to rest. Suddenly she was moved to speak. She spoke with words that carried such foreboding, it seemed to course through her every cell.

"We have no time for foolishness. Drow, you must speak peace now or go about you own will. There are events of late set in motion that may mean the death or life for those of us here. The centaur has became weary and indeed she is alone. But nevertheless, we must wait until she arrives to go into Gilad. Spells and enchantments will do nothing but harm now. Gilad is in the realm of the new and we here serve only the purpose of the Old. We walk many strange paths. Red Mountain will take us by suprise if we do not band together and walk as one. So again, Drow I ask of thee speak peace or be gone"

Turning she bowed deeply to O'Bonn and around to see the Drow. Her trust was placed in the hands of O'Bonn something she had never done before. She knew she had spoken out of turn with him as he was an Elven leader. But many weary nights against the ground and lonely years walking the path of the undead had brought her to this strict realization. She wanted only satisfaction for herslef and would stop at nothing to get it. But, to make it to the inner sanctum of the great dragon herself, she must become as the Fay had instructed. She would need help from O'Bonn as his powers were stronger than that of the half elf.

"O'Bonn, Leader of the Elven realm, you must perform the ritual of life for me. I must walk the path of life to enter Gilad. I will be found out for sure and that would only bring death to those around. Please, we have no time. The herbs are in my pocket. I beg of you by the blood of the Fay in me, help me" Morrigann spoke. Pleading in her dead eyes as she begged. Waiting.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn turned from where he waited patiently for the one of the Underdark to approach. He looked into the darker shadows, at the Undead that had spoken to him. Quickly his face turned to a grimace. Many of her kind had fallen to his sword and bow, enchanted with old magic from the Old Ones. It had been his duty, as had been his father's wish to seek out and destroy the wicked that had banded together long ago. Yet her request did not fall upon deafened ears, sharply pointed as they were.

O'Bonn raised his head to face her, his amber eyes peering through the shadows.

"I am no mage, Vampire," he stated. "Hast thou not seen? I am a warrior of the High Order, serving allegiance to my father, the king. I've no powers for what you seek!" He had finished with her, and he turned back to face the Underdark warrior that had come forth. As he turned, his pack shifted, and the little wieght of J'Lth's book reminded him of his presence. He reached and retrieved the book, and brought it forth in his hand.

O'Bonn approached Morrigann, his jaw set tight, peering down at her through slitted eyes. "Know this now," he told her, "if thou dost speak of treachery, then your true death will be by my hand." He opened the book. "And who knows as well, for my magic may not be strong enough." He reached out to her, touching her cold cheek, cupping her chin in his hand.

"You fear me," he stated in a whisper. "And why is this? Because I have no fear? Because of who I am? Or is it me that you fear? What secrets hold inside your heart, Vampire?" He had found the page in the book. "Thorn shall know them all. Is that what you fear?" He opened his hand. "Bring forth your herbs, and put your fear to rest."

O'Bonn, truly, was a caring soul. He cared for all life, yet he had no qualms about destroying it should it bring justice. He spoke to Morrigann, telling her in his warrior way that he cared about her, too. Her nature was dark, yet she somehow was tied to all of this...to him, to Idrial, to the man child. To the man child. And what ties to the child would she have? What part would she play in his future, and the future of them all. Only Thorn would know these answers. Morrigann was right. They were indeed wasting time.

 

[Keldun_Rae]

At first, Thelron just remained standing there silently until O'Bonn began talking with the woman. The Vampire. A low growl escapes his throat for a moment upon hearing that, but he then silences himself and walks slowly, cautiously forward. As he approaches, he keeps a wary eye on the Vampire as well as on the others.

They know what I am. After going to such lengths to hide my heritage so that those I meet could judge me soley based upon my actions, thy know me for a Drow. What must they be thinking, with that knowledge? Surely they cannot mean to try and befriend me. Whoever heard of surface dwellers befriending Drow? But then, there is Drizzt. Ahh, cousin, you found true friends and love on the surface. A truly remarkable thing for one such as us. I wish you all the best.

As he finally reaches the others, now standing a mere 15 feet away, he removes his masked hood to make the evidence of his heritage quite obvious.

"I am Thelron Do'Urden, near-last survivor of a once great house in the Drow city of Menzoberanzann. I mean you no harm, but will defend myself to the death should it prove necessary. Peace, and well met."

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial kept her silence and watched both the vampire and the Drow aproach, she still held some curiosity for the girl, but was not foolish enough to let down her guard completly it would take time for her to give ether her or the drow her trust.

Looking at the Drow she knew that many of his kind like so many of the other races of elve's also looked down on half breeds, and tho she had no problems with travling along side him, O'Bonn, or the vampire she too would protect herself and the child if need be.

She only wondered if he could accept travling with her, and the others. Speaking some of her thoughts allowed she said Welcome Thelron Do'Urden...I am Idrial, and I will not mind travling with one such as you if you donot mind travling with a half elf such as I, or the vampire should she truly join us... there is much distrust amongst us all, and it will take time for it to be gained. It was not much she knew, but it was a begining and a chance for them to learn to trust the other, and someplace to start.

Idrial felt Rhys step up next to her and saw him look up at the drow in awe having never seen one so dark with such white hair... to the child he was facinating, and he wanted to learn more about him.. taking a step forward he said..hi ... i am Rhys Idrial did not stop him only waited to see what the drow would make of the boy. While O'Bonn worked with the Vampire.

 

[Keldun_Rae]

She only wondered if he could accept travling with her, and the others. Speaking some of her thoughts allowed she said Welcome Thelron Do'Urden...I am Idrial, and I will not mind travling with one such as you if you donot mind travling with a half elf such as I... It was not much she knew, but it was a begining and a chance for them to learn to trust the other, and someplace to start.

Idrial felt Rhys step up next to her and saw him look up at the drow in awe having never seen one so dark with such white hair... to the child he was fascinating, and he wanted to learn more about him.. taking a step forward he said..hi ... i am Rhys Idrial did not stop him but only waited to see what the drow would make of the boy....

Bowing deeply to Idrial, he offers her a warm and friendly smile.

Wether you are orc, troll, human, elf, dwarf, or anything else, I offer you kind greetings and wishes. That is, as long as your words and deeds are honourable. I welcome all people no matter what their race in the name of friendship. Should any to whom I offer my friendship prove dishonourable, evil, or the such, then I retract that friendship and bring about justice if possible.

Crouching down in front of the human boy, Thelron looks him over earnestly.

"Kind wishes to you, young Rhys. I am honoured to meet you, friend. I am Thelron. Tell me, if you would. What sort of life do you wish to live? Do you seek knowledge and perhaps a path wrought with weaving magic? Or do you perhaps plan to devote yourself to a temple of one of the gods and be a Cleric? Maybe even learn to use many different weapons and be a soldier or adventuring fighter. Then again, perhaps ancient tales of glory and sadness appeal more. Would you be a bard then? Or maybe the thrilling but often short life of a thief draws at your heart more? Think long and hard as to what path you wish to take in life. It will affect everything else you do, and should not be taken lightly."

Smiling at the boy, he gently ruffles Rhys's hair before standing up straight once more and watching the others.

 

[blackopal19]

ooc- I won't be able to post for a week due to a college break. No matter what happens, I'll just have my char 'pop' back into it when i get back. Have fun!

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial smiled and nodded in acceptance of the Drow's presance in there group, simply saying. Our opinions are much the same and i welcome your presance. She listened quietly as he spoke with the boy watching their surroundings once or twice she thought she caught a glimps of someting with wings in the distance, it was too large to be a bird and to small to be a dragon.

She could only wait until the shape drew nearer for her to see it more clearly..

Rhys looked up at Thelron listining to his words the boys expression grew serious as he thought about what he was asked before awncering.. Is it possable to be both a mage and a worrior?.... i have heard tales of beings called bladesingers? are they real?? he asked his expression one of curiosity as Thelron ruffled his hair and stood.

Idrial motioned to Thelron, O'Bonn, and the vampire pointing in the distance to the being flying their way, but as they turned to look it seemed to vanish as tho it had never been in the first place. Idrial looked at the others and discribed what she saw but knew there was nothing any of them could do unless the creture decided to attack..

Being a ranger she wanted to track it and discover what it was she had seen but the boy, and the people with her were more important. Shrugging she said.. We should move to the village.. Twill be getting dark soon, and i'd prefer not to have the boy out in the snow if we can have a roof above us.

 

[Keldun_Rae]

Smileing warmly at Rhys, he nods in response.

"Yes, Bladesingers are real. There are also people who have taken to calling themselves Mage Blades who do much the same sort of thing. They, too, use both weapons and magic. There are many wonderous things in this world, young Rhys. Some can be helpful, while others are purely meant for destruction of one type or another. It's always wise to be very careful of all things."

Nodding to Idrial, he looks towards the town as well.

"Yes, I think it would be best to make it to town quickly. Who knows what lies in the dark."

 

[Mantra]

There was no more time for conversation as a dark shape literally fell from the sky above. It turned once in mid air as great red-black wings spread wide, contrilling it's decent. As it was, it landed heavilly atop a partly tumbled stone wall with such force that the uppermost bricks were punverized by the force of the landing. The man's wings remained partly open as he perched there looking down at the small group with golden eyes. Bare to the waste but sporting many scars, the man-thing seemed oblivious to the sudden stop as well as the biting cold. He hissed, showing many sharp teeth within a human-like mouth. Upon his arrival, the horses reared up, whinnying with fright and attempted to bolt.

"Slow!" He hissed at them. "Slow! I do not wait for lessers, not even when asked by She. You are expected, female, you and the whelp. It is not right that She waits for you."

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial looked up seeing the dark shape she had perviously tryed to point out to the others and stepped protectivly infront of the boy... Drawing her sword as the creature landed on a crumbling brick wall nearby. His appearnce was nothing short of amazing and she had to wonder if he were a deomon or a half dragon...

Her horse had already fled as the creature infront of them had decended and she listened as he spoke.. "Slow! I do not wait for lessers, not even when asked by She. You are expected, female, you and the whelp. It is not right that She waits for you."

Well stranger if we are not moving to your liking perhaps you can go ahead, and we will meet you when able..Not all have wings such as yours.. Please give our regards to whom ever awaits us, but the boy stays with me... as to a female well there are two of us of whom do you speek? she said reolizing that she was challanging the creature infront of her but unable to resist, Idrial refused to back down and allow this creature to demand they move at a faster pace even tho she herself had said they needed to get to the village.

 

[PredatorX]

Forral stood before the townhall in the village of Kant. His head lowered in shame and sorrow. Not many houses was untouched. Only a few had survived the flames. The corpses of the innocents lay on the ground. To many to count. He told a silent prayer over them, not that he was a believer in any godly deity anymore. Those days was way gone for him. He just felt it needed to be done.

The pain in his head was subsiding as he walked down the road to one of the few intact houses. He sighed as he walked through the doorway. Inside was a mess. A young boy not more than sixteen years old lay in the corner with his belly upened. His unseing eyes stared at the ceiling and Forral bent down and closed them for him. He felt sick to his heart as he walked up the stairs. To his relief there was no more corpses in the house. He walked in to the bedroom where he finally lay down on the bed and placed the scabbard with his claymore beside him. Totally exhausted he closed his eyes and the nightmares of sleep took him.

 

[Mantra]

Well stranger if we are not moving to your liking perhaps you can go ahead, and we will meet you when able..Not all have wings such as yours.. Please give our regards to whom ever awaits us, but the boy stays with me... as to a female well there are two of us of whom do you speak? she said.

The dragon-man snorted, seeminly unconcerned by the drawn weapons. His golden eyes fixed Idrial's and his wings flexed slightly in response to her words.

"More proof to your place as a lesser." he growled. "Just as your assumptions mark you so. There is only one here with a whelp is there not? and I do not wish to move him. You brought him, you shall care for him."

He stood up, pointing off into the village and towards a stone keep, built into the very side of the mountain.
"We are there and there you must go. It is you who have come to see the Matriarch, go and see her or go away, but I recomend haste lest your tardiness be seen as an insult."
He again turned and resumed his perch on the wall.

"Or stand still, fling more useless words and jepordise your meeting. I do not care."

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn, weary from his conjuring in bringing Morrigann into the living, looked up and saw the dragon-beast. He rushed, as fast as his weary body would allow, to Idrial, and he placed a steel-braced hand on her sword arm.

"Stay your blade, My Lady," he told her. "This is the Herald of Thorn," he explained. O'Bonn turned to the herald and bowed. It had been ages since the High Warrior had seen the dragon-beast. He no doubt knew of recognition from the herald, but O'Bonn also knew the herald would more than probably not acknowledge him this time. This, bringing the man-child before the dragon Thorn, was not his task.

O'Bonn took a silvered chain from his neck, to which was affixed a very small pendant of smooth, black stone. The pendant had a strange script engraved upon it, and a faint scribing of a dragon could be seen. As the Elf held the pendant in one hand, he removed his curved dagger from his belt, and drew the blade across his other open palm. The High Warrior's deep black blood welled up in the cut. O'Bonn then grasped the pendant, and spoke words in his tongue as the blood was absorbed by the stone. He then offerred the pendant to Idrial.

"I can not follow you into the keep, Idrial," he told her. "This task is for you, and for you alone. Should Thorn wish my presence, then she will summon me. But take this, as it was given to my father by her ages past, and she will know it, as she will know the blood upon it."

O'Bonn leaned forward and kissed her quickly upon her forehead. "I will remain in the village near the keep, and if Thelron will stay with me, then we will keep vigil for your return."

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial relaxed only slightly when O'Bonn stepped forward placing his hand upon her sholder.. As she listend to his words she slowly placed her sword in the scabard and waited not liking any of this.

She kept her peace and did not respond to the Heralds comment, his comments about her being a lesser she ignored as she had ignored them all her life they were nothing new, and would not apologize for her actions had he simply stated who he was in the beginging there would have been no need..

Idrial watched the Herald of Thorn as O'Bonn removed the necklace from around his throat and drew his own blood upon it. She did not understand the words he spoke but Thorns messanger seemed to know them well.

As O'Bonn turned to face her Idrial met his eyes with her own she listened quietly,
"I can not follow you into the keep, Idrial," he told her. "This task is for you, and for you alone. Should Thorn wish my presence, then she will summon me. But take this, as it was given to my father by her ages past, and she will know it, as she will know the blood upon it."

Idrial nodded accepting the necklace she had been given placing it around her own neck for save keeping, until she and the boy arrived at their desanation.

She blushed slightly, and hid her surprise as O'Bonn quickly kissed her forhead.. He it seemed like the Drow was one of few who would accept her for herself rather than her blood. "I will remain in the village near the keep, and if Thelron will stay with me, then we will keep vigil for your return."

Looking up at him she said.. I will meet you in the village with the boy.. As soon as may be.. Good luck to you .. Turning to the boy she said Rhys come.. we have kept Thorn long enough, as her Herald suggested we need to go..

Looking back at the Deomon or Half Dragon she said..Lead the way..

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Morrigann felt the surge rise in her as the spell was complete. She saw the Herald. As he addressed Idrial, she kept her thoughts shrouded for it was not for anyone to read. Thorn was waiting.

"I will accompany the remaining party, Herald. Your latent dissrespect for your Matriarch's patrons would not be welcomed if She were to know. I think that your tone woud be one of concern that getting we travelers to her keep safely no matter what speed we choose to travel. You choose to speak out of turn only when She is out of your minds reach do you not?" Morrigann had so boldly overstepped herself in assurane of the spell. She knew that if haste was not made, it would wear off and she would be detected in the realm of Thorn. She did not want to anger the dragon beast, but she knew that she was the key to getting the boy and Idrial into the Chamber of Thorn quickly and with little questions.

Turning to O'Bonn she bowed deeply and with her eyes sent him a message of thanks. That she was endebted to him and whatever the outcome, she would find a way to repay him. Her eyes met those of the Thelrons as she rose. Drows made no motion to hide what they were thinking and knowing what she was, the contempt was there. She felt out of place and unwated in that moment but nothing was to stop her.

"Now, beast, tell us your name as we may be acquainted in our task. If you refuse, Thorn herself will be aware and your treachery shall be punished I am sure." Morrigan again spoke slowly trying to hide the tremble in her voice.

 

[Mantra]

His sharp eyes and ears missed nothing as he regarded the small group. The woman, Idrial was finally ready, or so he hoped.

One wingtip streched out, pointing back up the path and towards the keep.
"That way. I shall meet you there....eventually." he said before turning his attention to the others. "You who do not wish to see the Matriarch may seek warmth, shelter and food in the village. There are others for company if you wish. Do no mischief and you shall occur no wrath."

He cocked his head slightly at the comments of the other female among them. He paused for a moment, the only sound for several seconds was the wind as it whistled past them all. Then, slowly one lip curled upwards in a mocking smirk but it faded quickly, replaced by a cold, contemptuous glare through narrowed eyes.

"You stink of the dead." he said coldly, and did not address Morrigann further. Then, with a powerful leap, he sprand upwards off the wall. His wings unfolded and bore his up with powerful wingstrokes which set the snow to swirling underneath him. He turned once in the air, making for the keep he had pointed out and was gone.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn watched the creature ascend into the sky. He looked at Idrial one last time, smiling slightly, and he reached out to ruffle Rhys' hair. The High Warrior then turned to the village, and spotted the inn there. He looked forward to hearing the innkeeper, a dwarf, tell his tall tales as he spilled his ale.

O'Bonn turned to Thelron and Morrigann. "I know just the place where we can get food and a bed for the night," he told them.

 

[Keldun_Rae]

(OOC: Sorry for the delay, I've had RL things to deal with)

Looking from person to person, his eyes settle on O'Bonn.

"Yes, I think I will accompany you into the town. The company and doubtless the conversations should be enjoyable."

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial smiled and bide them all good journys until they met again, and moved along in the direction the demon, or halfling had indicated that the keep lay.

After travling for an hour in the cold snow Idrial looked back to Rhys he still wore her hooded cloak but she could tell he was cold. Come Rhy's it will slow us some but i will carrie you for a ways... she said kneeling down she adjusted her quiver and slid her bow down into her hand so that the boy could climb onto her back. They didnt have much further to go but in the distance she heard a wolf howel.

Once Rhys was secure and everything situated Idrial begain moving again as quickly as possable thru the snow.. The sun had fadded now and she could just make out the keep ahead...

Hearing not one howl but two possably more closer this time.. Idrial lowered Rhys to the ground and handed him a small dagger. Keep it close Rhys use it if you have to but keep moving... if i tell you to run you run... alright The demon or half dragon will be waiting for us in that direction do you understand.. she said indicating to the boy which way he would need to run should the need arise.

He didnt awncer simply nodded his head and held the dagger close.. as they begain moving once again twords the keep.. Idrial had her bow ready and scanned the tree's and surrounding forrest as they moved.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Wincing at the Heralds words, Morigann felt her heart drop. There would be no way the child would be safe with her. She must go forth with them as far as possible. Swiftly moving along the path behind them, Morrigann watched as Thelron and O'Bonn made their way into the towns. How she longed for the comfort of others. Her selfish nature was once again tested as she felt the chill of approaching danger. Quietly to herself, she began speaking the language of the Fae. Repeating enchantments to help guide them safely within the path and to the keep. Watching Idrial and Rhys together, one would never guess they were so different. Again longing for comapnionship Morigann turned to speak to Idrial.

"Each turn that you make, you must be ready to fight. The Herald knew and sensed me. However, the enchantments I have spoken shall guide you and Rhys through safely. I have been here before, and was taken to become what I am. There are many strange creatures in the keep that would feast about on you and the boy." Reaching deep within her pack, Morigann felt the locket she possessed. turning to them she stopped. Facing Idrial and looking deep within, she spoke once more.

"Take this sai Elf. Your journey within the mountains will be hard and deadly. For reasons, I cannot accompany you any further. It is for me to be in the towns with the others. Present this to Thorn and she will give you what you need. But beware, there will be those whom wish to kill for the power held within. No one must know you have it except the Matriarch herself for it possess powers of her own. Now go. Leave. Make haste. I bid you safe travels until we meet again" Morigann bent and planted a kiss on the cheek of the boy. Standing upright, she raised her arms and mouthed few words. Within a flash the wind rose and carried her to the towns. She caught up with the others as they were entering the tavern.

"O'Bonn, Highest Warrior, Thelron of the Drow, please accept my company as friend and not undead for one night. I wish to be present in your comapny for a while longer. The child and the half elf will be safe. It is for my own safety that I wish to stay. Please forgive my misgivings" She bowed lower than before to each of the two. Rising, she heard the door slam shut on the cottage beside the tavern. Odd, that woman looked vaguely familiar.

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial had been expecting wolves to emerege at any time and was only half surprised when Morganna stepped forward and offered her another necklace... Idrial placed it in her pack and they continued onward.

Still scanning the forrest around them she could see the shapes of the wolves thru the trees...Rhys ... RUN!....Go to the keep. Dont look back....... She yelled as they begain to emerge from the trees.

Idrial turned with her bow in hand dropping the pack to the ground. Notching her arrows shooting two of the 5 who emerged she mannaged to get one more shot in only wounding one of the remaining three as they advanced on her..

Seeing that she didnt have time to shoot another arrow she drew her sword. Glancing over her sholder long enough to see that Rhys would make it safely thru.. she waited keeping them distracted from the boy allowing herself to be surrounded so that Rhys had time to reach the keep.

Idrial ignored their growls and snaps knowing that they were testing her before they leaped... Idrial ducked as one jumped at her bringing her sword up under its belly slicing the wolf open as he passed and rolling out of the way as another dove for her arm.. She rose to her feet as the one landed in the snow dead.. The remaining two growling and snapping seeming to decide which way to attack.. one howled and two more awncered from the trees..

Rhys ran thru the forrest in the direction Idrial had told him to go... Hoping that the hareld would be waiting as he had said he would.... and shivered as it begain snowing even more... Seeing the outline of someone ahead who looked like the Herald.. he begain to shout... Help ... Please help.. Idrial needs help the wolves....