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| Arthur | Sun Jun 28, 2015 12:20 am Post #1 |
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Arthur had heard a tale from a person in a tavern about a treasure deep in Norwood. The man had said there were traps and other perils lying in wait in this place. The man had said however it was all worth it for at the end there lay a great treasure beyond imagining. Not believing the part about the treasure Arthur scoffed at the man. Then the man pulled out a golden statue and Arthurs eyes had immediately focused on it. Now Arthur listened and paid for the man’s drinks till he got the whole tale. Even if the treasure was just a trap laid by the man Arthur felt it was worth it if something like that golden idol lay at the end of it. Even if it didn't there was still the adventure of it. Though there was little satisfaction in that. Arthur looked at the map the man had drawn. It was crude and poorly drawn and he had a hard time believing what he had paid to get it but still it could lead him there. He wondered how many people had paid the man the same amount. Arthur grumbled to himself studying the map. According to it he would be getting close soon. He had traveled for the better part of an hour seeking this place and if he did not find it. That man would answer for it. Even if the man wasn't still there Arthur could follow him. Dragon like blue eyes looked out the woods searching for signs of the place. Arthur felt ill at ease about this whole thing. Arthur had a feeling that he was being watched but Arthur could not see or smell anything. But that did not mean something wasn't there. Arthur tucked away the map and continued onward in the general direction the map stated. He did however keep his hand on his axes in case he had need of them. |
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| Logan | Sun Jun 28, 2015 2:13 am Post #2 |
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Of all things, it was an event in Balefire, particularly dealing with some rather unkind beings of Celestial origin, that inspired Logan to turn his attention towards the village in Norwood. While Calmonah, not too far off from the tree-top village, had become recently known for its trouble with druids and elemental creatures-- the thought of one encounter still making Logan shudder uncomfortably at the fact that the creature may still be alive-- not much was really heard from Norwood in general other than of the occasional bandits hiding out in the trees. Yet, bandits weren't special, in fact they were everywhere from Istan to the Deep Cities and most likely far beyond. Surely there should have been more to the Village of Norwood than that it was in close proximity to more interesting locations, surely it was more of a travesty that there wasn't an Adventurer's Guild Hall among the trees with the rest of the buildings. Well, sure enough the village was a beautiful place, but it didn't seem to have too much troubles. The largely wood elven population was well-versed in using the height of the village to their advantage for defense, warding off attacks against them from anything greater than the occasional pest looking for its next meal at the expense of food stores, and deep and interesting legends about Norwood were far and usually too fantastical to even begin believing, yet still the serene setting of the place beckoned for Logan to stay and rest for a while before heading off. The villagers were kind and a nice change of pace from Kellen's rather rough and bustling society, and the stories that the adventurer had gathered along his travels had been surprisingly acceptable in terms of payment for staying at the inn, best yet giving him practice for telling the stories in a more interesting way. After a while a story was shared with him, one that didn't seem to fantastical or filled with holes as to prove unbelievable. A local spoke of an underground place where a particularly paranoid and wealthy madman had hidden his treasures, lining the way in so that no common rabble could get anywhere near the horde he had hidden. While this was apparently a common enough tale around Norwood Village, it was largely dismissed as none cared enough about the legend to bother risking untold traps just for a chance at some fool's abandoned goods. Occasionally a treasure hunter would come along searching for this place, sometimes with a map, but rarely did any return. Gods and Golems, a real story to be told in Norwood, Logan thought. A bit dangerous, a bit mysterious, and a lot forgotten, complete with the added threat of never returning-- as any good dungeon should have. Logan and a fellow adventurer by the name of Ozan had already been two fortunate enough to discover and relay the secrets of the Ancient Ruins, and now Logan was hearing of some old treasure trove buried in an assuming place. If this pace of adventure kept up, the CAG may start referring to him as a discoverer of new and exciting challenges. Logan didn't even need to worry about confirming whether this tale was true or not, his enchanted compass would point to the source of this legend were it true, and sure enough it did. The werewolf thanked the villager, said his farewells to the acquaintances he had the pleasure of spending of some time with, and was down to the ground and away following the compass' directions to the new and exciting adventure. Well, perhaps exciting was a bit premature, but surely it had to be interesting at the very least. The ground floor in Norwood allowed Logan an always welcome opportunity to meet up with his wolf pack, his pet of many years whom he considered as kin, the dire wolf Schimmel, and the canines that followed him. Being around the canines, on his way to a new opportunity, it sparked a rare burst of energy in the typically lethargic Logan and he couldn't help but start to run, leading the pack, occasionally glancing down at the compass to make sure that he was on the correct path but mostly keeping his eyes ahead and watching out for any natural obstacles seeking to trip him up. For most of the running there was nothing to stop Logan, no loose rocks or high roots trying to trip him, no low branches trying to slap him in the face, yet eventually the lycanthrope came across something which did force him to stop-- no, someone. A person that looked like a dragon, a dragonkin, or a weredragon, or half-dragon or whatever this particular individual may prefer to refer to themselves as-- Logan didn't know. All Logan did know about this person was that he didn't want to go crashing into him after rounding about a tree lost in a moment of happiness and adrenaline, which in hindsight may have been a going-away gift of a spell from one of the magically inclined villagers. Logan came to a very sharp stop before the scaly individual, dropping to all fours and sliding a few inches on the grass before righting himself and taking a few quick steps back. "Sorry, almost ran into you there." He huffed, that strange burst of energy wearing off quickly as the pack slowed and surrounded the two humanoids, wondering why they were stopping and just what this scaly thing might be. Suddenly Logan wasn't feeling too hot, his own lack of stamina a quick reminder. If there had been a spell cast on him, it wasn't nearly good enough, because now his lungs were burning and his sides felt like his bottom-most ribs were trying to rip their was through his flesh, "Oh Gods, shouldn't have sprinted. Sprinting bad." |
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| Arthur | Mon Jun 29, 2015 12:01 am Post #3 |
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Arthur was absorbed in the map when heard a noise off in the distance. His head poked up and listened hard. It sounded like footfalls. Lots of footfalls. Arthur looked around seeing nothing but that could have been because the sounds were distance yet. Still Arthur wondered what it could be. Animals, people, monster, either way Arthur would meet the possible threat head on. He stayed in position thinking it better to fight out in the open if it came to that. Plus if he did whatever it was might just pass him by. Arthur doubted he would be that lucky but he did not want to take the chance. Arthurs hand went too his twin axes as the sounds drew closer. They whispered to each other in words Arthur could not understand. But he knew the tones they were excited. They hadn't seen use in a while. Finally something burst out of the trees or many things. It looked like a pack of wolves following a werewolf. Arthur's axes were out in an instant to counter the threat. But the creature stopped and fell on all fours sliding a few inches toward him. Then the creature backed up. Arthur watched the creature warily waiting for the attack but instead it spoke saying it was sorry for almost running into him. Then it stopped trying to catch its breath from its run. Arthur lowered his axes only a tad but held them in a firm grip none the less. He was surprised the creature spoke to him. Of course the last time he had dealt with a werewolf it had spoken as well. But that creature had proved dangerous and Arthur had killed it or so he thought. Of course Arthur could deal with the creature if it decided to become hostile. He was in dragon form therefore bigger and more armored. The creature would be foolish to attack him. Arthur replied saying," Salright, though I have to ask why were you running so hurriedly and with so little attention"? Arthurs tone was neutral but it could turn aggressive in an instant if it had to. Arthur then asked," You alright, you need to sit down or something. I have water if you need it". Arthur was unsure why he asked that but if the creature was not going to attack it was better to be civil. |
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| Logan | Sat Jul 4, 2015 1:12 am Post #4 |
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Weapons drawn, twin axes with a pretty wicked feel to them, but calm words. Luckily the scaly individual didn't come off as being aggressive or hostile, just a bit defensive and reasonably so. Logan probably would have been quick with a means of combat if somebody had just burst out of the treeline at top speed near him, too. His wolfish mouth pulled into a weary smile as he straightened himself, figuring that it was probably poor form to be conversing with a stranger hunched over. Although it was going to take a moment to ease the beating of his heart against the inside of his ribcage, Logan took a few deep breaths to take control of his breathing so that he could speak mostly unhindered. "Oh, you know, places to be, sights to see, traps to trip, stories to collect-- well, I hope anyway. Otherwise I'm just doing all of this running for nothing. The same old same old in the life of an Adventurer." Logan huffed. With his left hand he made sure the stripes on his hat lined up properly with the center of his lupine face his eyes glancing to the dull shadows cast to figure out where the stripes were, and with his right hand he brought up his compass to confirm that he was still at least facing the correct direction to the point of his interest, which fortunately it seemed he was, "Thanks for the offer of water, but I don't need it. Just need to catch my breath, let my lungs stop trying to kill me, then I'm back off and towards the next adventure. Again, sorry for nearly crashing into you." The slower his heart beat and the more the adrenaline seemed to go off to wherever it went when it was no longer in use, the more exhausted Logan felt. He wasn't a particularly athletic individual, preferring finding less physically demanding means of getting places or doing things, but every once in a while he could be overtaken by a strange and alien-seeming energy that called for him to become active or sometimes even hyper. Having felt like he apologized well enough for almost practically tackling a complete stranger in the woods, the adventurer claimed a nice spot by the base of a tree to sit down at. Once his energy returned to him, Logan was going to go about following his compass' directions at a more leisurely pace that he hopefully wouldn't later regret. |
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