MM1-2G: I Will Hold You To Your Word by zaqxsw

Poser • Fantasy • posted on Jul 01, 2018

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Siril took a moment to calm herself and consider what he had said thoughtfully. She knew that wood elves took such promises as sacred bonds and therefore he would die before breaking it, so she was satisfied that he wouldn’t put his interests above Ryllae’s safety, and, truth be told, she had no idea how capable her other companions were. She knew that Coran had saved Kara from being ravaged by half a dozen brigands, and left their leader dead with a single blow, but she knew very little of monks and their abilities… it wasn’t an art pursued by many elves. She could surmise that Kara was a fairly powerful druid, based on the fact that she had a cougar as an animal companion, and knew a good deal about their capabilities as it was a path chosen by many of her peoples’ priests. Malark, she did not trust in the least, his only interest was in looting her former home for all he could take, but he had snuck into the drow encampment and escaped undetected, which spoke well of his skill. So, having someone along who she knew as a skilled warrior, as well as being wood-wise, would certainly be a boon. “Alright,” she agreed with a shrug, “you can come along… but I will hold you to your word.” A hard day’s trek through mostly trackless forest had them more than halfway to their goal, better progress than they would have made without Aesar and Kara combination of woodcraft and magic, letting them make camp just south of the Halfaxe Trail, the main trade route that ran south-west into Harrowdale. Coran used his enchanted token to provide them with shelter to the approval of all, and more than a bit of avarice from Malark, but the monk’s ominous glare was enough to warn him off any attempt to steal it… at least for the present. “You’ve seen their defenses and managed to slip in and out undetected… so what are we facing?” Aesar demanded of the human thief while they settled down to dine on rations of elven bread. “They have what looks like a rather hastily constructed palisade of logs a dozen feet high around the encampment, which sprawls out from the manor about a hundred feet in the front and nearly five times that in the back, which is where the majority of the tents were, with sentry posts at the corners and every fifty feet or so along its length. There is only one gate in the center of the front wall, with half a dozen guards posted, two on top and four below, as well as at least two patrols of the same strength roaming the wood line about fifty feet out. Inside there was a lot of milling about until sunrise, but then they seemed to retire to avoid the sun, but I didn’t see patrols or guards except on the doors into the manor… front and back… and at the door to what looked like the master suite, which is where the girl was held.” Malark reported in a mater-of-fact tone, as if discussing the weather. “You snuck past all that undetected… twice?” Siril questioned in a tone heavy with disbelief. “It’s easier to do than you’d think,” he replied casually, but then added; “Especial when they can’t see you.” “So, you have a means to become invisible,” Aesar snorted with a huff, obviously not overly impressed. “I have some talent with the ‘Art’,” the thief confessed with a rather arrogant smirk; which drew reproachful glares from everyone. “And when were you going to share that tib-bit?” Siril snapped accusingly; certain that he had held that back in case he needed to use his spells to escape if things went badly… or worse, against them if it would give him an advantage. “You never asked how I got in and out undetected,” Malark barked defensively, “and why else do you think I was so eager to get my hands on the scrolls and spell books I saw stashed there.” “Alright,” Coran interceded, knowing any further argument would only sow more dissention amongst the group that already had little to hold them together. “Now we know… and I’m sure Malark’s spell-craft can be useful.”

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hashdoc

5:47AM | Sun, 01 July 2018

Great elven character!

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