Lampir, now fully awake and alert, was still in shock from one of humans talking to him as if he knew him... Lampir was his name, but it had been so long since any human had called him that. He didn't know the man, and just assumed that he didn't know what he was talking about.
Lampir wasn't sure what to do, when the young human girl came over to him with a knife. At first he was ready to fight back if the girl was planning to attack him, but then realized what her intentions were.
She cut him loose as one of the larger humans fell into the fire. He showed as much gratification as he could, but she dashed away from the fire as he stood up after being tied up for the past few hours. It felt good to stretch his long legs, but as soon as he remembered where he was, he dashed after the girl, into the forest, away from the fire, in hope that he could repay her for help.
Peasant looks after the sillouettes receding into the foiliage with a slightly puzzled look. He is somewhat saddened by the loss of his companion, Ematai. Silently wishing her safe travels he turns back to the others in the clearing.
Feeling refreshed and in the mood for some adventure, he addresses the group around the campfire eagerly.
Post by Kenthor HaGadol on Oct 8, 2007 6:28:26 GMT -5
Kenthor snorted, then spat some black-ashy snot near the fire pit. Someone very large had done just about exactly the same thing Kenthor himself had done not long before: land in the fire.
He pulled his cloak even tighter around himself, the night suddenly cold. What was it that these youths and strangers had kindled amongst them that burned so differently from his own fire?
There was evil embedded in these northern steppes, he just knew it. Deep evil. But where? He suspected the crags of the imposing mountains, so high above, but he dared not trespass those slopes till he knew more about the nature of the evil, and its intentions toward these noble sparks who now bore the name 'dragoons.'
Kenthor shivered, and stared into the darkened embers. The large man had rolled off the fireplace. Kenthor reached into a fold of his garment, pulled out a small pouch with a blackish powder inside, muttered a few words, then cast a pinch of the powder on the blackening ashes.
Instantly they leaped back to full vim. Kenthor's eyes glowed against the blaze, and he pulled from his cloak another extremely flammable item: a phial of fluid. This he did not cast to the fire, but took a long, deep sip, coughing after he swallowed.
"Whhhhhhh!!! Dagda Samildanac - that stings!" he wheezed.
"Bishop; Militis; ally of my friends, and therefore my own sword-brother; young, thin master with the lively sense of humor; there is an evil in these mounts which threatens this whole world's realm. How can a man become a wolf? Why do my nostrils reek of the stench of orc horde? Why has there been no dawn yet even after its due time? Come: let us speak of these and other things - this fire shall not die out until the sun rises." Kenthor relaxed in the cheery fire, a beacon against the deepening darkness all around. He pulled out his pipe, filled it, and took the cool end of a stick from the pit to light it. Soon, a heady aroma filled the small clearing in the grove of night.
Blue gaze wandered idly about the forest as her small feet carried her swiftly down the path. She avoided the paths that most humans took, opting for the animals trails instead. Hand clutched the side of her tunic, tugging up the edge to avoid catching on the twigs. Her clothing was dim in color, other than the white undershirt. Various charms hung about her belt, mostly for protection.
As Endaime made her way around the outskirts of the clearing the glow of the fire caught her eye, not to mention the bustle of the people. Brows furrowed in mild curiosity, head even cocking to the side. Why so far out of your way?... Thoughts trailed off as she stepped out into the clearing, remaining by the edge.
At first glance she looked very unassuming. Short in stance and rather small. Hands were hanging by her sides, thumbs tucked into her belt lazily. A faint grin curled on her lips as she took a census of the people. "How do y'do?" Head ducked down in a sign of respect, but it was done quickly as to not seem submissive. Another step taken forward, but only one. She was testing the waters to see what their reaction would be to her popping out of nowhere.