Chapter 54
Flaming Dwarfs Upon the Hills
Lytha: {snuggles up to Amanda}
Maglor the Singer: Where does it lead us now, Sara?
Saraphin: Um... that way *pointing*
Maglor the Singer: Very well.....
Aron P'rezli: *scans*
Saraphin: I should put on my armor
Maglor the Singer: Shall we put Aron and Mari in front?
Lytha: {smiles shyly at Silver Cream}
Saraphin: escuse me
Maglor the Singer: They are the most stealthy
Maglor the Singer: Night falls quickly here
T.A. Grimbergen: Will the wonders never cease, maglor!
Aron P'rezli: is everyone ready for travel, or do others need rest?
Maglor the Singer: Aron, you and Mari scout ahead for us
Mari Erilo: ummm
Lytha: {yawns}
Maglor the Singer: The others will follow closely
Mari Erilo: scout *blinks*
Saraphin: *smiles sickly at Lytha*
Aron P'rezli: *smiles*
Mari Erilo: [Whisper] what way are we going?
Maglor the Singer: Mari, are you not stealthy?
Lytha: {smiles and cuddles closer to Amanda}
Mari Erilo: i am trained in hiding and being quite yes
Aron P'rezli: to the east, if the amulet holds its course? Lady Saraphin?
Lytha: {pets her hair}
Saraphin: toward you. is that east?
Mari Erilo: *gulps* as you wish maglor
Maglor the Singer: Then, it would be best to have you and Aron scout ahead
Aron P'rezli: yes, let me know if that changes, or let mari know *nods*
Saraphin: ok
Maglor the Singer: Philip, do you prefer to be our rearguard?
Philip Cruz'ado: Rearguard? If you wish it.
Aron P'rezli: mari
Mari Erilo: *wistles softly*
Lytha: {smiles tentatively at Philip}
Mari Erilo: orc. ahead
Lytha: Piggy?
Maglor the Singer: Let us prepare
T.A. Grimbergen: Oink oink, Lytha
Aron P'rezli: what shall we do, that light is a beacon announcing us, we haven't much time. Mari. can you talk us out of this?
Mari Erilo: I do not belive so *looks down* they wish to eat maglor
Aron P'rezli: he appears well equipped for an orc
Lytha: Geep! {giggles shyly}
Aron P'rezli: then let us take the initiative here
Maglor the Singer: Now, then.....let's have at them
Aron P'rezli: two. like threading a needle. *smiles*
Maglor the Singer: Well, that settles that!
Mari Erilo: *looks down shaking her head*
Lytha: {cocks head curiously} Still have home?
Mari Erilo: hogn ak bohazo 'u bak
T.A. Grimbergen: Excellent shooting, Aron and Mag!
Maglor the Singer: Many thanks, old friend. Let's press on, then
Aron P'rezli: *searches the ground for arrowheads and shafts that can be salvaged*
Lytha: Aron has Home. Can you cure him Amanda?
Saraphin: home?
Mari Erilo: one has escaped
Maglor the Singer: he will bring others, no doubt
Aron P'rezli: and one left a bag back there, did anyone look into it?
Lytha: He's sick. He has home.
Mari Erilo: *watches the trees*, though i know not where too
Aron P'rezli: anyone?
Lytha: I found... this
Saraphin: Sorry I tripped on the way in. oh, he is homesick
Aron P'rezli: oh my. Lord Maglor?
Lytha: {bits lip, smiling shyly}
T.A. Grimbergen: Tripped?
Maglor the Singer: You take them
Aron P'rezli: arrows?/ can you use them Lytha?
Maglor the Singer: I'll get the next batch we happen upon
Saraphin: I seem off ballance
Lytha: ooc - she carries no weapons of any kind that you can see. And her pack looks almost empty.
Aron P'rezli: ahhh nice, some materials as well
Maglor the Singer: Let's press on. before the orcs return
Mari Erilo: *looks over at sara* the child's soul enters the body *looks back forward* you should sit down
Lytha: Where?
Aron P'rezli: *whistles low(
Mari Erilo: orc
Maglor the Singer: Aha!
Lytha: {looks at her wierd}
Mari Erilo: *looks away sadly*
Aron P'rezli: they seem bent on guarding something... not very talkative even for orcs
Lytha: {hair all frizzled} ouchies..
Maglor the Singer: Yes, they're guarding something alright
Lytha: How can I play ... Where my playmate? [looks around}
Maglor the Singer: If the pattern holds true, we will be in for a mighty test
Aron P'rezli: *whistles* arrgh. Hold him there Mari, I've a shot at his back
Mari Erilo: *looks at aron horrified*
Aron P'rezli: stand back lady saraphin. *searches for more in the area* *scans*
Philip Cruz'ado: Lady Sara? I'm sorry.
Lytha: Go away hand. Leave Philip alone
Saraphin: what for?
Maglor the Singer: Well done
Philip Cruz'ado: I shouldn't have let it get so close.
Saraphin: *blinks*
Aron P'rezli: I see no others close by
T.A. Grimbergen: This is surely more that a test, Maglor...
Maglor the Singer: Are there any arrows to be had?
Saraphin: oh *
Aron P'rezli: let us head this way then
Maglor the Singer: What do you mean, Grimbergen?
Lytha: What mean Amanda?
Aron P'rezli: aye, i could fashion some
Lytha: I want to see.
Philip Cruz'ado: eh? Maglor.
Aron P'rezli: *gathers sticks to make a small fire*
Lytha: {turns pale} Broken?
T.A. Grimbergen: Some oppressive dark force is surely bent on destroying us, not test...
Saraphin: yes
Lytha: NO!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! {screeching}
Maglor the Singer: well, yes......and Ranther is not least among our enemies
T.A. Grimbergen: Maglor -- arrows!
Philip Cruz'ado: Lytha.
Maglor the Singer: he at least would see us dead
Lytha: NOOOO!!!!!
T.A. Grimbergen: LythAa?
Aron P'rezli: hmmm
Philip Cruz'ado: Shhhh lass.
Aron P'rezli: there we go
Mari Erilo: calm that soul philip, she shall bring everything in the woods upon us.. with that noise
T.A. Grimbergen: What is the matter, child?
Small Fire to Make Arrows and Bolts: The campfire you have built just gives off enough heat to melt the glue for you to make arrows or bolts. So what you like to do?
Philip Cruz'ado: What's wrong?
Lytha: {tears flowing} Amanda broken....
Aron P'rezli: *takes wax and feathers from his pack* Make Arrows
T.A. Grimbergen: PC Emote Wand : What would you like to do?
Philip Cruz'ado: Broken? She seems healthy
Lytha: {falls on the ground crying}
T.A. Grimbergen: [More Emotes]. [More Emotes] - What would you like to do?
Small Fire to Make Arrows and Bolts: The campfire you have built just gives off enough heat to melt the glue for you to make arrows or bolts. So what you like to do?
T.A. Grimbergen: Sit on the Floor and Drink (if you are already sitting, you continue to sit) PC Emote: Any other actions?
Aron P'rezli: I am Done. I havent' enough supplies it appears
Saraphin: *tenetively approaches the fire*
T.A. Grimbergen: What are you in need of? Wood shafts?
Aron P'rezli: yes. i coud use some more feathers as well. i do have arrow heads from the azers that Lytha gave em
Maglor the Singer: *Time it was and what a time it was
Lytha: {cries harder} No more sister. Broken..... {balling}
T.A. Grimbergen: hmmm wood is easy to come by...but feathers
Maglor the Singer: *We laughed in innocence. *A time of promises. *Broken, broken
Aron P'rezli: actually, if I could rest, I could perhaps persuade my animal friend to part with a few
Maglor the Singer: I wrote that for Lytha
Lytha: {cries herself to sleep}
Maglor the Singer: Because she believes we are all broken
T.A. Grimbergen: Well done, Maglor. It is too true...
Aron P'rezli: I am most certainly not broken
Philip Cruz'ado: *drapes his cloak over her, very carefully*
Aron P'rezli: *scans*
Saraphin: *looks at Aaron oddly*
Maglor the Singer: What is it, tears at your soul, Aron?
T.A. Grimbergen: [Whisper] Mari is what tears at him, is it not, maglor?
Maglor the Singer: *waits
Aron P'rezli: *looks down in thought* purpose
Maglor the Singer: *smiles
Aron P'rezli: *scans*
Maglor the Singer: *strokes chin
Philip Cruz'ado: *settles quietly behind the stone to watch outward*
Saraphin: [Whisper] TA I can hear you
Lytha: {slowly stands and looks around} Philip?
Philip Cruz'ado: *quietly* Here, Lytha.
T.A. Grimbergen: [Whisper] That's fine Sara... as long as Aron doesn't! *smile
Lytha: Oh..
Aron P'rezli: I will take rest here
Lytha: I have'a find Josephine.
Maglor the Singer: A melancholy lot we have become!
Saraphin: [Whisper] it is not good for you to speculate, I do know what ails him
Mari Erilo: *watches aron over her shoulder for a moment, before crossing her arms and tunning everyone out*
Kadarr : [Shout] DM: Don't get in the habit of resting in armor, I MAY have the resting script activated sometime this year :)
Maglor the Singer: We should all rest
T.A. Grimbergen: [Whisper] Aye...point taken, mother...
Lytha : {hangs head in shame}
Maglor the Singer: Although I feel we stopped to early
Saraphin: *cries*
Philip Cruz'ado: Josephine? isn't she walking the edge of the camp?
Aron P'rezli: TA,
Maglor the Singer: We should have pressed on further before resting
Lytha: Where?
T.A. Grimbergen: [Shout] *raises fist * curses, Kadarr!!
Aron P'rezli: have you shafts for arrows?
Maglor the Singer: And now, I will sleep
Philip Cruz'ado: Just wait, Lytha. She'll be around.
Lytha: Josephine? {smiles shyly at Sara}
T.A. Grimbergen: Unfortunately, Aron... I have not. I knew I should have purchased a hatchet at the trader depot...
Lytha: Josephine?
Aron P'rezli: as should I...
Saraphin: *vomits*
Aron P'rezli: but coin has been hard to come by since my leaving the forest
Maglor the Singer: And what was that, Grimbergen?
Maglor the Singer: Gold comes and goes, Aron
Lytha: Are you sick Sara?
T.A. Grimbergen: A hatchet for woodcutting, Maglor. Indeed Aron... though we are lords of Esirup, out moneybags surely do not reflect that
Lytha: {smiles] You should lie down if you are sick
Maglor the Singer: It is like water that rushes over you: sometimes plentiful, sometimes barely a trickle
Lytha: Josephine?
Lytha: {pouts] She is not here.
Philip Cruz'ado: Oh, Josephine.
Maglor the Singer: Well, if all are rested, we should be on our way
Saraphin: ooh I feel terrible
Philip Cruz'ado: You mean Kyil.
Aron P'rezli: it appears all this has been for naught, I haven't the materials needed
Maglor the Singer: What is it, Sara?
T.A. Grimbergen: Kyil?
Lytha: k.. keye'l? No, Josephine.
Kadarr : [Shout] DM: The fire goes out....
Aron P'rezli: are you allrright?
Philip Cruz'ado: What does Josephine look like?
Saraphin: it is normal
Aron P'rezli: *looks away*
Maglor the Singer: There is little enough in this world that I have found to be normal
Aron P'rezli: Shall we move then?
Lytha: {smiles} She's pretty, light hiar. This high. Likes greens and browns clothing. And skinny. Why is he here?!?!?
Aron P'rezli: *smiles* you ready?
T.A. Grimbergen: *Looks sadly at Lytha
Lytha: Why is Silver Cream here? He shouldn't BE here!
Aron P'rezli: Lady Saraphin, the amulet?
Philip Cruz'ado: He is a Lord, Lytha. He helps lead.
Saraphin: Cause he chokes if he does not come, as do I
Lytha: Why?
Saraphin: I... um...
Philip Cruz'ado: *nods* That too, Lady.
Saraphin: feels pretty much the same
Lytha: Murderer!
Saraphin: really not to comfortable
Lytha: GO AWAY Pointies!
T.A. Grimbergen: Phillip!!
Lytha: NO HURT TA!!!
Aron P'rezli: ARRRGGHHH. uhhnnn
Lytha: NO. Puchie!
Saraphin: My spells
Aron P'rezli: uhnn. *out of ammo, aron stares at Lytha helping her friends*
Maglor the Singer: well, that was a tough fight!
Mari Erilo: *looks away sadly*
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye...must....rest
Lytha: ouchies. {smiles shyly}. Aron?
Aron P'rezli: yes?
Lytha: I have these..
Philip Cruz'ado: Don't waste the magic, my Lady.
Aron P'rezli: *!(
Saraphin: hA
Aron P'rezli: uhhmmm
Philip Cruz'ado: Better spend it on TA, or Mari.
Aron P'rezli: thanks
Lytha: {smiles nervously}
Saraphin: waiste?
T.A. Grimbergen: Thanks, Maglor.
Saraphin: *blinks* oh
Aron P'rezli: *smiles*
Saraphin: ow. *looks down*
Philip Cruz'ado: Thank you, my Lady.
Saraphin: Thanks Maglor
Lytha: {stares at Silver Cream}
Maglor the Singer: Tough orcs
Aron P'rezli: obviously we are somewhere that we are not wanted
Mari Erilo: *shivers slightly at maglors words*
Philip Cruz'ado: Their magic was the problem.
Aron P'rezli: *scans*
T.A. Grimbergen: Isn't that a compliment, Mari?
Maglor the Singer: Yes, such an unfriendly folk, those orcs
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