Unwanted Envoys: A Fantasy RP

[Darkenwrath]

"I have an idea! well if they don't get me my 50 gold that is..." Logan leaned in and began to whisper hoping the elves wouldn't hear him discussing their fates.

"how bout we let them run and then have a race to kill them? That way everybody gets a go! When we're done questioning them of course"

 

[Peteron]

"Sounds like fun I suppose. But, keep in mind, you all have advantages over my stubby legs. Unless one of you plan to give me a lift on your back, I don't see that happening."

Thombur frowned at the thought of having to be carried. Dwarves cared a lot about their honor, and that most certainly would not be an honorable thing to do.

"How about we split our team in half, and have each half attack one elf? Normally I would prefer to have more victims for each of us, but this seems like the only fair option."

The dwarf grinned at the elves, pretending he did not say a word about their cruel fates.

 

[Sparrow]

Emerson sighed, driving his blade through one of the elves and then swiftly decapitating the other. He then instanly sheathed his blade, before beginning to slowly make his way down the mountain.

"This isn't a game. We have a job to do. The human lands are depending on us.", he sighed, looking over his shoulder at the group, "There's nothing at the top. This is a dead end. If we stay here much longer we'll freeze. Let's head back to Esterton, and quickly."

 

[Code Monkey]

Across took a step back, as one of the bodies fell to his feet. The other landed a few feet away. Out of instinct, he almost healed one of the elves, but stopped himself. Instead he said a brief prayer to Marcos, and moved on. He stopped at the foot of the path, and cocked his head to the side. He looked longingly into the woods. "I'll meet you guys at the camp site." he said, not taking his eyes from the dark shadows of the forest. "The woods... They call to me" He said. Without waiting for a response, he burst into his wolf form and sprinted into the forest.

 

[Darkenwrath]

"oh wonderful a killjoy and a man who talks to trees and a dead end with three dead elves to boot. And you still owe me my gold rich boy but I won't hold it against you." Logan turned to watch the disappearing shape of the wolf, "Dammit we could of used him" Logan put away his throwing knives and manipulated the power to create a warming glow around his hands.

"Anyone else want some good ol' fashioned magically created warming glow? Better than nothing! And by nothing I mean we'll probably begin to freeze. Ok lets get out of here!"

Logan then paused as he turned away then suddenly whipped back to looked at Emerson.

"Wait a minute, what the hell is a forest doing on top of a mountain!?"

 

[Sparrow]

"We're in elven lands, Logan. Anything is possible."

Emerson then tossed him a bag of coins, before continuing to make his way back down the mountain-side.

"Don't expect to win next time."

 

[MetricFurlong]

If Caledath was annoyed by the change of plans, he did not show it in his face. Instead his eyes followed the trail of paw-prints in the snow leading towards the forest where Across had dissapeared. That boy was an odd one, he reflected, and probably worth keeping an eye on.

Silently he turned and began following the rest of the group back down the moutainside.

 

[Darkenwrath]

Logan caught the bag the material immediately started to smoulder in his hands.

"Dammit rich boy! Watch it next time." Logan extinquished the heat spell on his hands and placed the bag of coins into his pocket. "Gods damn those crazy elves and their tampering with nature. Though this does imply a few warnings about the potential safety of entering those forests..."

"Still thanks for the money rich boy! Shall we continue onwards, with the sudden lightness of your pockets the trek down is going to be ever so easy for you I'm sure!" Logan grinned again, then glanced nervously towards the forests once more

"Dammit Across you better get out alright" Logan whispered to himself

 

[Peteron]

Thombur was amazed by the strange sight of the forest on top of the mountain. Even in dwarven mountainous regions, sights such as this were quite rare. He stroked his beard, trying to calculate the best course of action.
"There could be quite a few dangerous obstacles in there. Elves can be quite sneaky, as you all know by now. I bet they could attempt to ambush us easily. Should we go in?"

 

[Sparrow]

"Relax. Across knows what he's doing. We'll walk as far as our legs can carry us and camp for the night. Then, we make our way to Esterton."

The next morning.

The group was tired, regardless of the rest they'd had the night before. Yet, as they made their way toward the small down of Esterton, it seemed that the group perked up. The prospect of a decent meal and a nights sleep in a decent bed would seem the norm to most people, but to the group, it was a blessing.

"Tipo, book us some rooms for the night. I'll sort us out a meal."

Emerson scratched his neck as he looked up toward the mountain top, before addressing the group directly.

"Maybe we should get a takeaway meal for Across."

Spoiler: Code Monkey

I'm assuming you want to do something specific in the forest, so you can do as you like for a bit. Make sure you get back to the group soon-ish though. You'll want to be with them when the plot kicks in.

 

[SamuelT]

"No, I don't think I will." Tipo said. "Your ordering annoys me. I'm going to find me some rooms for myself. If I happen to find more than one, concider youselves lucky."

He mockingly saluted, still half smiling.

"Good day to you, sir."

 

[Sparrow]

"Bloody mages.", Emerson murmered to himself, "They never like to follow orders..."

He sighed, then stood himself upright, before breathing in and out swiftly.

"Right. We'll get seperate rooms then. May as well eat seperately while we're at it. Just make sure nobody leaves without letting someone know they've gone. Also, everyone keep on the lookout for Across."

 

[Darkenwrath]

Logan smiled at Emerson. "Look rich boy, how bout instead of spending a day ordering people around and waiting on people, take the day off, head to the town baths or something I was planning on going to the town centre and entertaining some people making some more money while I'm at it. You can probably find me there."

Logan left the tavern and headed off to the nearest wide space and lots of room. He set his bag on the ground in front of him and got out two stringless puppets. Smiling at a curious child he began to make them dance around the square hoping to draw a crowd and some money.

 

[SamuelT]

Afew minutes later, Tipo came trotting back to the group, taking down a stand of a fruit merchant in his hurry. He quickly shouted his apologies to the swearing man.

"Got rooms for in the palace." he said, throwing a small bag containing tokens. "Flash 'em those, they'll know."

 

[Code Monkey]

A small rabbit sprinted across a clearing, a look of fear on it's face. It looked about hurriedly, and it's eyes settled on a hole dug into the side of a snowdrift. Without hesitating it ran as fast as it could towards it. Suddenly, A large grey wolf burst from inside the snowdrift and growled. The rabbit tried to stop, but it's momentum carried it ahead. It stopped right in front of the wolf, and simply sat there, staring at it. The wolf didn't do anything but look at the rabbit, which looked back. "Well played, human." The rabbit said. The rabbit waited for a response, but didn't get one. It cocked it's head to the side. The wolf shook its head. "I see." The rabbit said. "Well, shall we conduct the conversation in our natural forms?" It asked. The rabbit sat still for a moment, then turned into an elf woman with long black hair and dark brown skin. The wolf nodded, and then it was Across, who took a seat on a withered tree stump. She sat down beside him.

The woman sighed, disappointed. "I had hoped you would be handsome. You look so much better as a wolf." She said, looking him up and down. "The same could be said for yourself." he responded. "You don't use this form often, do you?" She winced. "Ouch. But seriously, what are you doing here? Last time I saw you, you were Juliana's pet apprentice. What ever happened to her, anyways?" Across looked down. "She is with the gods now." he said quietly. "Ah" The two sat there awkwardly for a moment, then Across spoke up. "I come for information. My companions and I seek a holy relic. An informant told us it was on this mountain, but obviously it isn't."

The woman closed her eyes, searching through her memories. Across waited patiently. Eventually, she opened her eyes and shook her head. "I'm sorry. I know many stories about such relics, but none that would help find one." Across sighed. "I understand." He said. He stood up and prepared to leave. "Wait." She said. He turned around expectantly. "Your friends, they wait in Esterton?" She asked. He nodded. She thought for a moment. "If you meet an elf named Cabara, mention my name. He will give you whatever equipment you need." He smiled. "Thank you." She shook her head. "I want your trip to this mountain to be at least slightly worth it. You should learn to talk in your wolf form, by the way. Your human form leaves a lot to be desired."
"I'll be sure to remember that."

 

[Sparrow]

Emerson threw his hands up in the air in frustration as Tipo returned, picking up one of the tokens and storming off in a random direction.

"You people are crazy.", he huffed, "Get your own meals."

As he headed toward the entrance to the closest tavern, his path was blocked by several elves who instantly turned to look Emerson in the face.

"Move, elves.", he growled.

All of the elves turned away and ignored him, all but one. The elf closest to him pulled out a small blade from underneath his robe. The other elves then surrounded Emerson, and before he could react, the elf closest to him thrust his blade into his kidney. Green liquid and blood poured from out of the wound as the elf removed the blade. He then placed a note in Emerson's pocket and the group of elves sprinted away, leaving Emerson to collapse to the ground, clutching his wound.

Spoiler: The Note

If you want to know how to heal your friend/comrade/whatever, bring him to the shack outside of town. And bring the Relic.

- The Genesis

 

[Peteron]

Thombur jumped at the sight of Emerson's wound. He sprinted to his aid, examining the strange wound near his kidney. "Help comrades! Our ally has been wounded!"

The dwarf turned his attention back to Emerson, and noticed a small note had fallen out of his pocket. He read it thoroughly.

"It appears a group by the name of 'Genesis' knows what we are after. What should we do? This might be a fatal injury for Emerson if we don't do something! I can't say I trust these folks, but never in my days have I seen an injury like this!"

 

[MetricFurlong]

Caledath took one glance at the fallen Emerson, then at the reatreating group of elves, who were already disappearing around a corner.
"Stay here, all of you!" he shouted at the rest of group, then he began sprinting down the street after the retreating elves.

 

[Darkenwrath]

Logan turned as a group of elves burst through the town centre, followed quickly by Caledath.

"What the..." Logan immediately sprinted to keep up trying to get alongside Caledath.

"What... huff is.. huff going... on?" he panted in between burst of speed. He managed to come apace with Caledath.

 

[SamuelT]

"Thombur," Tipo said, putting a hand on the panicking dwarf's shoulder, that he could actually reach, "Welcome to the elvish lands. This poison is essentially a rape-drug, to be put in drinks of unsuspecting maidens. Only now, it's a much higher dosage and on a blade."

He saw Caledath storm off. Warriors...

"Just keep him from bleeding out. We'll decide what to do after we've got answers out of those damn Sylvans."