Adventures of Kalyria

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Björn gave no question, and came closer to the older woman. He bowed his head respectfully, reaching into his pocket for something. He didn't have much, however he did pull out something he had found. It was an odd necklace. Made of a bear tooth, and some thinner form of rope. He held it out, "Please, take. I feel rude not give you something, for help. Family taught me so." He said respectfully, as he held out the necklace. It was the exact same as the one he wore on his own neck, the only difference was the length of the tooth. The one he wore was much longer, marking him as a warrior. "This tooth, bring good...fo-fort-fortune? Yes, that what you say, right?" He asked, before he pointed toward the one on his own neck, trying to explain some method to his madness. "This bring, strength. Brave heart, what it give." He stated, with an odd smile.

Björn sighed though, using his free hand, that wasn't offering the necklace up. He began to untie the bandaged that covered his wounds. He knew they were already clotted. So he could do so without worry. However he knew they needed to be uncovered for the grandmother to work on. "I wish I have...better gift. For kind, and pretty elf, like you." He certainly seemed to be attempting so sort of kindness, and flattery on the older woman. Just for the sake of being nice. However he had yet to say a word to the other guest. He seemed more worried by the other human in the room. Almost angry in a way. Yet his hatred toward unknown humans wasn't fading yet. That would take time.
 
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[fieldbox=The Warlord, darkred]Lightning crackled behind the Warlord's eyes for a moment, but he did as he was asked, taking his seat politely. He was a guest in this woman's home, and he was certainly not going to disrespect her if he could help it. Quietly, he slipped his hands into his jacket and removed a deck of cards, shuffling them idly as he watched the scene before him. He knew that it was something that was in rather poor taste, but it was his nervous tick, and there wasn't much he could really do about it.

In truth, he hadn't really wanted to come and visit her, but he felt it was necessary to inform the caravan's old friends of their demise. It was a grim practice, but one he was getting more used to. He only had a few left to tell. Beyond that though, he'd felt uncomfortable in her presence, and somehow the old woman had picked up on it. When prompted, he told her about the dream. He wasn't really sure what to make of it, but he didn't really expect it to be anything of import. He just told it to have something to discuss. Unfortunately, that seemed to have only made things worse, as the elf woman had gone completely silent shortly thereafter, leaving him feeling more awkward than before.

Snapping back to reality, he noticed the human and the elfling seemed somewhat disapproving of his presence. He didn't understand the issue really, but there wasn't much to be done about it. He listened to the human's speech, intrigued. It wasn't terrible, but it certainly wasn't clear. He wondered if the man had another language that he was more familiar with, or if he simply lacked the gift of speech. His appearance declared himself to be a combatant, which intrigued him. Deos hadn't had a good match in quite some time.

"So... Bjorn was it?" He began, his eyes crackling again at the prospect of some kind of possible excitement. "How'd you go about getting yourself injured like that?"[/fieldbox]
 
Björn looked over at the man, with a mixture of misdirected anger, and yet at the same time a sort of happiness that just made him harder, and harder to understand. He just gave a shrug, and pointed to his axe, and then to a bandage he was busy untying. "They are small wound. Not mean much. I get from fight. With three soldier, in this color." As he retold the story again, he held out the bandage with his other hand, to show the blood soaked cloth. It still had the obvious tint of blue in it. "They like you, sorta. They from town. Not wild. They take village. I take life in return." He explained in his still broken up common.

"After fight, I leave. Village destroyed. I have dream, tell me to find some. I find Orina, she take me here."
 
Orina:

Orina watched the happenings in the hut. her grandmother, meanwhile, gave the blonde human a smile bright and full as she took the necklace with a murmured thanks, sliding it into the pockets of her own garments. The old elf pulled her herbs of choice and bandages closer to the man and began to dress the wounds, cleaning them out quietly as her prior visitor began to speak with her new one. Between her tasks, she managed to call Orina over with a look and crook of the finger. As the two men spoke, she began to murmur quiet elven into her granddaughter's ear. The blue-eyed elf spoke of the dark haired man having a dream vastly similar to Orina's. After this, Orina began to murmur back in elven the happenings of the evening, every now and then handing the older female something she couldn't quite reach. Gethin stayed quietly in the corner, however, the dark great wolf stood from her own position and crossed over to snuffle at her child in greeting.

"If you'll excuse an old elf," Tessara spoke to Bjorn before she went about helping him untie the rest of his bandages so she could get to cleaning what lurked beneath them. Orina let herself go quiet, green orbs bouncing between the two males, taking note of how....she almost wanted to think that Bjorn was being standoffish. But that surely couldn't be, could it? The elf blinked once, twice, before deciding that it must be her imagination. Unless this stranger had wronged the man prior? Green orbs bounced back over to Deos. No, it didn't look like the'd known each other.

"There's a meeting in the morning at the inn in town for those of us who have had the dream." She stated in a lull in the conversation, getting straight to the point and not mentioning that her grandmother had told her of the earlier conversation between the man and the old elf. "I'll be taking Bjorn back into town after grandmother is done with him. You're welcome to accompany us and attend the meet up in the morning." She invited him without thought. If he had the dream he should be allowed, right? Orina let her eyes bounce back down to the blonde man, wondering suddenly if he had money to stay at the inn. Seconds later she dismissed the thought. If he didn't she could pay for it. It was only one night, and the man could use the bath that could be attained in such an establishment.

"Would you like to go through the gate on the way back, or back over the wall?" She asked the blonde. A little of the mirth flashing through her eyes briefly as she remembered his broken comments from the first time.
 
Sarenrae had visited Ekram in his dreams again last night. It had been years since she had last graced his sleeping mind with her divine warmth and beauty. She had spoken no words to him, only showed him a vision. A vision of a red eagle flying into the setting sun. He was perplexed as to the meaning of the vision, but was sure that following this sign was undoubtedly an important duty. He felt almost guilty for getting side tracked.

The fugitive's camp hadn't been difficult to find. It was set up only a stone's throw from the main road, it looked to be an abandoned campsite left behind by some larger party. The man had left his fire burning, and his passing had left a small trail in the brush that wasn't difficult to spot. Ekram found no one present when he arrived, but the fugitive had left his tent and gear behind, save his weapons. Must be out hunting for food. Ekram's stomach growled at the thought of food, it had been nearly a day since he'd last eaten. He was rationing what was little was left of his provisions, he had given half his food to a starving man on the road. Might as well have some dinner while I wait.

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It was nearly sunset by the time the fugitive returned. Ekram sat on one of the old logs that circled the fire pit, licking his lips in anticipation of the hearty beef barley stew cooking over the fire. Snapping twigs drew his attention to the tree-line, where a young man soon emerged. The man couldn't have been older than 23, the pictures on the wanted posters were surprisingly accurate. He was handsome, with golden hair and bright blue eyes. The man jumped at the unexpected sight of a stranger in his campsite, he dropped the unloaded crossbow he was carrying and his hand shot to the sword on his belt.

"That won't be necessary friend, I haven't come to fight," Ekram calmly said, ladling steaming hot stew into one of his bowls. He looked the man over, noticing an absence of captured game, before offering him the bowl. "I hope you don't mind me using your fire. Here, why not share a meal with me as a token of my thanks."

The fugitive looked Ekram over suspiciously, his eyes narrowed at the armed and armored stranger, but the audible growl of his stomach betrayed him. He approached cautiously, keeping his hand on his sword-hilt. He took the bowl and sat down, never taking his eyes off of Ekram. "Who are you stranger...what do you want?"

"Merely a traveling priest son," Ekram produced another bowl from his pack and filled it with stew for himself, "I just want to talk."

The fugitive waited for Ekram to drink before downing a mouthful himself, "Well I'm not much in the mood for conversation at the moment, old man. I'd rather you left me to my own devices once you've finished with my fire."

Ekram chuckled at his youthful arrogance, "Yes I can see that, but even so, we should talk....you are William Fletcher of Red Crossing, correct?"

William froze mid gulp, his grip on the sword tightened, "......Maybe, what's it to you?"

Ekram downed the rest of his bowl and poured himself another, "You seem like a nice enough kid William, I'm sure you had your reasons for doing what you did. There are plenty of people who want you dead for what you've done. I would rather see live, go home, and pay your debt to society"

"Don't talk like you know me old man. You don't understand, I had to do it....I had to. I can't just go back now."

"Look kid, you wouldn't know by looking at me, but I've been where you are right now. I know where this road leads. The best thing you can do for yourself is serve your time in jail, then move on and try to be better in the future."

William swallowed the rest of his stew, then drew his feet up onto his toes and leaned forward ever so slightly. Ekram gave the boy a hard stare.

"Don't"

William lunged forward and ripped his sword free in a brutal slash, but Ekram was ready for him. The tip of the blade glanced off Ekram's armor as he stood and stepped back. Ekram tossed the scalding stew into the man's eyes as he side-stepped another clumsy lunging swipe. He tore the greatsword from it's sheath on his back and raised it high. Ekram sidestepped again as William blindly charged him, and brought the sword down in one powerful blow to the back of his head, killing him instantly.
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Ekram was filled with a deep sadness as he watched the blood drain from the young man's body. Such wasted potential......may you find peace in the next life. Ekram gathered his things, left the gruesome scene behind and set out to the west once more in search of this red eagle. Neimod was the name of his next destination. Hopefully he would find answers there.
 
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"Which way you like more, Orina? I not too old, that I not be able to climb." Björn replied with a slight laugh, as he started walking toward the door. He did lean in to whisper to the elf though. "I not trust human. He seem...shifty?" He asked about the last word, as he didn't really know if he was using the right one. However he made an assumption that he was, guessing he was probably right.
 
[fieldbox=The Warlord, darkred]Having grown up with mischievous rascals who often enjoyed the playing of pranks, Deos had learned to pay attention when people were listening. It was the only way to get an advantage. He only managed to catch one word however, but the word annoyed him, the word being 'Human'. Deos' expression darkened immediately, though his tone never changed from it's cheerful disposition. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm many things my linguistically challenged friend, but Human isn't one of them. I am a Suli, child of the djinn." He said looking the actual human in the eyes, before diverting back to the elf girl. "And I suppose I'll be joining you at the Inn after all. Not that I've anything better to do. Nothing against climbing though, but I find that the gate would suit me well enough. There's no need for extra work after all, when there's an easier path." The warlord remarked standing up and stretching.

He turned towards the old woman and bowed his head politely, "Thank you for your hospitality." He said, smiling slightly. No matter the situation, it was always best to be polite when possible. "I'll be taking my leave now." He turned towards the others, inclining his head towards them politely as well. "I suppose I'll see you there, Miss Orina, and Bjorn of the Bear Clan."

With his formalities handled, he opened the door, and made his way to the Inn to wait.[/fieldbox]
 
Björn actually growled, at the remark the man had to make. He wasn't going to take being insulted, or what he assumed was being insulted lightly. Especially not from some stranger. He didn't know how to say the word 'linguistically', but he seemed to know it meant speaking, and language. He almost lunged at the man, however he tried to calm himself somewhat. He laid a hand on Deos's shoulder, and gripped rather tightly, so the other couldn't move. "It not wise, to make fun, of bear clan. Not when you talk, to last of clan." He remarked, as he held the man in place best he could. "You lucky. If not in kind elf's house. You would not walk away." As he finished speaking though, he pushed open the door, and left the house. He was obviously doing his best to try and contain his rage. Something so small shouldn't have upset him so much, but it did, oddly enough. He held honor, and prestige very high. To be insulted was not something Björn ever took lightly.
 
Orina:

Before Orina could answer the blonde, Deos stood up up and said his bit. The elf looked between the two men. Well, Deos had a pretty good set of ears on him apparently. The brunette looked back at her grandmother while the old woman's eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement before she spoke to Orina in elven and laughed lightly.

"I wish you all a safe journey, may you find yourselves and complete your objective." With that, the old elf turned away from the group and made herself busy, dismissing them. Orina watched both of the men leave,making sure they were gone, before turning and wrapping the older elf in a warm embrace and speaking her goodbyes and the tongue that the old woman had taught her herself. Then he darted out the door, pausing for a second wondering if she should even bother escorting them back or not. Deos seemed to be alright taking himself, and Bjorn seemed well enough that he could possibly do so himself.... A voice that sounded eerily like her mother's whispered through her mind and Orina took off after Bjorn, Gethin jogging behind her with a light huff. Without a word, she fell in step behind the human, letting him stew. She had never minded the quiet.
 
Björn was silent as he walked, he didn't do much more than just try to keep himself moving so he didn't do something stupid. He was learning to control his new found rage, and he didn't want to let himself blow up for no good reason. He wanted to save his rage, for when he actually needed it. When things got tough, and when he would need to fight again. He heard Orina, and the wolf coming up behind him, but he ignored them for the moment.

As he walked, Björn eventually scaled the wall again, seeming to have remembered the path to the hut quite well. However he did turn back to Orina finally. "Where we go now?" He asked, seeming to have at least calmed down some. Or at the very least he was hiding his anger well. "I have, round thing. I get from men, just like armor." He explained, as he pulled out a small pouch. He knew what his armor was, it was some sort of scale metal. He didn't know what to call it though. However when he pulled out the pouch he had, he opened it up, to show off ten, shining golden pieces. "What these? These trophy? You show me how to use? Or tell what they is?" He asked curiously, seeming to have gotten his mind off the previous encounter, by once more asking questions about the world around him.
 
[fieldbox= Orina, green]

Orina had followed after the blonde man silently, letting her eyes wander around as they traveled the path she'd walked since she was old enough to escape her mother and do so. As they neared the wall, Gethin once again darted in front of the pair, diving into the vines that hid the wolf's passage. Orina stilled as she drew close to the vine covered stone, green eyes tracking Bjorns progress as he scaled the structure. After he cleared it, she to climbed up and over the stone. Like she had done the first time, she let herself fall over the other side, landing on her feet from years of practice.

After Bjorn spoke, and pulled out the bag, the elf crossed so she could peer into its depths.

"I'll take you back to the inn." She began with. "Or do you already know where it is?" She added on as she looked up at him. Green orbs glanced back down at the bag.

"This is the local form of currency, you use it to buy things," she paused, hesitating. She wasn't sure what kind of system his Bear Clan used. "You trade this for things you want?" She tried, not wanting to sound rude, but not wanting him to be confused either. She reached into her own pocket and pulled out a gold piece. "This is a gold piece." She drew off, pushing her hand back into her pocket to pull out a silver piece if she could find it. The elf didn't usually carry much money on her at once in the village, there wasn't usually a need to. Pulling a silver piece from her pocket she showed the human. "This is silver," she held the gold coin up in one hand and the silver in the other. "Ten silvers make one gold." She told him before putting the gold coin back in her pocket and pulling out a copper piece. "This is copper, ten coppers make one silver." She put the remaining two coins back in her pocket before she started to head towards the inn, beckoning him to follow with a crook of her finger.

"You'll need some of that to pay for your room for the night. You can use it to buy things around town before we leave, or you can take it with you to use on the road."

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When morning came, Bediviere opened her eyes to leave her meditative trance and looked over at the eagle companion she had. He seemed to be anxiously waiting to tell her news. As he spoke, slowly so that she could catch most of the words, she got up and freshened up before she had to head downstairs.

"Sounds like everyone has gathered. Help me to get them all to the common room? I think I will take a moment to pray and prepare for our continued journey."

The eagle made a noise and, after a letter was tied to his foot stating 'follow the eagle to the inn I mentioned I would be staying in' and signed with Bediviere's name, flew out to find each of those who had been summoned. He found Belros first, then Orina, then the barbarian and the warlord, and finally he stopped on Ekram's shoulder. This would allow the group to see one another, and to continue together towards the inn.

((If the Oracle is also in town, which I can't remember if she's been introduced into the story yet or not, she is also met with the eagle.))
 
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Björn had yet to get up that morning. He was obviously tired, so when an eagle flew into his room, he seemed more than surprised by it all. He looked at the letter for a little bit, trying to understand it. It took him longer than it would anyone else, but when he figured it out, he gave a nod, and sent the bird on its way again. The hulking brute of a barbarian, set to getting dressed that morning, donning his kilt, boots, scarf, and of course his scale mail. Adjusting his scarf just a tad bit, he made sure it was nice and tight around his neck, before he left his room.

Stepping into the common room several minutes later, he looked around, for who he was supposed to meet, "Who send bird? I here now, I like to meet you." He wasn't terribly loud with the way he spoke, but his voice was loud enough to be heard by anyone in the room. He seemed to pose no threat at the moment, his demeanor fairly relaxed, and while he had a massive axe on his back, Björn didn't even seem to have interest in reaching for it. Nor did his hand ever drift toward the battle axe on his right hip. For a barbarian, he at least seemed fairly calm, however not too civilized. He had taken a bath the previous night, but certainly didn't seem to take the time to clean every part of himself off. On the plus side, he didn't smell of dried blood, and sweat anymore.
 
[Fieldbox=The Warlord, darkred]When the sun rose, the first thing Deos did was head down to the common room to look for a game. It was in his nature. Alcohol and a set of cards were enough to take his mind off things for a while. It was also a good way to make new friends, or a bit of money. In the case of that particular morning, he found himself seated across from a young girl, with brilliant golden eyes by the name of Asha.

For this particular case, he wasn't really betting anything of worth. They were playing to see who was going to buy the other breakfast. "Alright Asha, we've played pretty even so far. This is the last hand, are you ready?" He asked with a smile. As he placed the cards down on the table, one thing was abundantly clear. Asha owed the Warlord breakfast. He smiled and shuffled the cards back into the deck before ordering breakfast for himself.

Whilst ordering, he noticed the Barbarian coming down and invited him over. "Oi, Bjorn!" He called over. "I think we got off on the wrong foot, come and join us for breakfast!"[/fieldbox]
 
[fieldbox= Asha, orange]
Asha gave Deos an amused smile. She was a fair sport and she would deliver on their wager to buy the taller being breakfast. As he beckoned another man over and ordered his food, she went ahead and put the cards back up before she slid the assembled deck towards the man. They had played with his deck that day. Finally, golden eyes bounced up to take in the blonde man with a smile.

"Good morning," she greeted, warmth easily infusing the words. The raven haired kicked out one of the other chairs at the table for the blonde man, seconding Deos's invitation before she too ordered her own breakfast, something small and sweet.

"So you've met out feather friend this morning as well?" She asked to start up a conversation before taking a sip of the water in front of her, gold eyes bouncing between the two men.

The woman had seen the great bird yesterday fly by her more than once yesterday, but had paid the creature no mind until it had flown straight to her this morning while she'd been getting her things together for the day this morning. At the sight of the bird, her dreams had snapped back to her, much clearer than they had before. The kitsune in hiding had only hesitated a little before she put the things she'd just taken out, away and made her way to the inn. of course, at the inn, she'd run into the strapping warlord himself and gotten mixed into a game of cards with breakfast as the prize. the man was merry fun to say the least, he had a charming sense of humor.
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[fieldbox= Orina, green]
Orina looked over the things assembled on her bed. She'd began packing the night before. She'd been woken up by the eagle swooping through the open window. Gethin, of course, had woken with a snarl at the intruder and was now in a foul mood, sulking over near the open door. Orina tossed him an amused look, the poor wolf. Gold eyes glared back before the beast turned his head away pointedly, a huff sounding from him. A grin slid over the elf's lips before her attention went back to the bed. Normally, the weight of things gathered there would be too heavy for her to pack comfortably, but her mother, surprisingly enough, had pitched in the best made backpack Orina had ever seen. And even though she had been dubious, she'd tried it at her mother's insistence and found that it did indeed seemed to lighten the weight of her load.

However, for the moment, the collaboration of items would be staying on her bed, the elf turned and ducked out of her room, waving through the large house towards the front door. the rest of the family was out for the day already, Orina being a notorious late sleeper among the family of early risers. Gethin followed behind sulking. After leaving the shaded confines of the house and stepped out into the morning light, the elf turned to head towards the tavern, pausing to look back at the wolf.

"You can stay if you want." She offered, she wasn't entirely sure if the wolf understood when she spoke to him, but he usually seemed to get the gist of her meaning. For a moment the wolf stilled, looking his elf over before he sneezed and preceded to pass her walking towards the town. He wasn't sure where he was going, but his elf would soon take the lead. Orina smiled before easily catching up to the beast with her long strides.

Not too much longer after that, Orina and Gethin, most folk in Niemod were used to seeing her black shadow, entered the inn. Orina stilled blinking her eyes waiting for them to adjust to the dimmer lighting before letting them sweep over the room, she saw Bjorn, Deos, and several other people, some faces she recognized, those of travelers, she didn't. Hesitating for just a moment she began to walk towards the two males she'd met the night before. She noted that at the table there was another female, short, long dark hair, and exotic gold eyes. The fortune teller. Orina blinked, shed never dealt with the woman much before, but she'd seen her around.

"Good morning." She greeted, a small smile sliding over her lips while Gethin huffed at the two strangers, ears flicking back lightly.
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That morning, Belros was busy filing paperwork explaining why three soldiers of the capital were currently in jail and without their weaponry. While he did have an excuse for the jailtime, the weapons were another deal. Good thing he remembered where the fight had took place and where he tossed them to, a guard would be able to retrieve them soon. As he was noting down his side of the story, Bediviere's bird landed on the Great Lodge's windowsill with a note attached to its leg. It gave a small chirp to gain his attention and let him read the letter, though Belros already knew what it wanted and simply nodded at the bird with a smile. The bird seemed to understand him and flew away again.

After legal business was done, Belros ran as quickly as he could towards the inn, hoping he wasn't late to the gathering. Luckily for him, it was early morning and everyone seemed to still be settling in, having breakfast or otherwise being occupied. Bediviere wasn't there yet either, as far as the half-orc could tell, so he simply walked over towards the table where the rest had been seated. "Morning." He said with his gruff voice, arms folded as he stared at the people he hadn't met before. Did they have the dream as well? Probably, why else would they be here. But then, they seemed to be jovial people, so there was that. Belros decided to just wait for the answer.
 
Zazu the eagle went to Bediviere as soon as everyone was there and told her that he'd gathered everyone. She gathered her few belongings, mostly pouches of materials and her backpack, and headed down the stairs with the eagle on her shoulder. As she entered the common room, Bediviere immediately caught sight of two of those she'd fought with before and approached the table they were sitting at.

"Good morning, friends," she told them with a smile before finding herself a chair and settling in. "You have all been called by a dream, yes?" As soon as this was confirmed, she continued. "There is a great evil coming, and you have been seen to be the only ones capable of taking it down. My friend sent me to lead you to her, though I must admit that the journey will be hard and getting to her will only prove harder. This bird is her only link to us, though I'm afraid he can only feel the link between the two of them faintly. Even he isn't completely aware of where she is exactly, because she sent him away before she was taken.

"I'm sure you are aware of the recent change in the monarchy, with the king dying and his nephew taking his place. The king had a sister that had been sent away, pregnant and refusing to name the father. She had thought she would be safe with her children where they had ended up, but... Tragedy is never far, I'm afraid, and she died to her son's hands shortly before he left her. My friend is his twin sister, and she had only escaped the same fate because she had been out in the woods where she was more knowledgeable.

"The boy went to the king, his grandfather, and pleaded to be allowed to stay. I don't know what story he gave, but the king was unmarried and so this was his only family and heir. The nephew was permitted to stay, and shortly after a year had passed the king fell ill.

"My friend heard about the illness and went to see the king as well, but was turned away by her brother. Disheartened, she left to return to where she was living but was intercepted by soldiers. I don't know what happened after that, because that was when she sent Zazu to me, telling me she would find help. A week later, Zazu told me about the heroes she had chosen."

Bediviere allowed this to sink in a little as well as take a drink of water that had been placed in front of her during her story.

"You still have a choice on whether or not to help me, but... I have to rescue her. She says there is more to come, but she can't get anything else coherent to Zazu in their link so while I am sure she lives, I fear for her state of being. And if there is more to come, there may be worse things than my friend being in trouble to worry about."
 
Björn seemed more than confused as he listened to everything that the woman had to say. He had no knowledge of the outside world, to him this was all just odd, and interesting at the same time. He seemed intrigued, as he moved closer to the woman, to listen to at first what he believed was some sort of story. Something that the elders in his home, would have told him. However as more and more was revealed, he came to realize this was no story, this was the truth about something that was happening right now in the world. What seemed to really get him ready to go though, was the mention of soldiers.

"Soldier you say? I come then. Not, thing left to do in world. Least I do, is go to make fallen proud of me." Björn offered in his broken common. "This man...new king you say? He not stay king. Your friend, not stay in trouble. At least if I around." He said proudly, as he reached for his great axe, drawing it off his back. He used it to prop himself up, as he placed the head, and the two blades of it on the ground, and held onto the leather wrapped handle of it. "You have axe, of bear clan, at side. I go, when you ready."
 
Ekram's gut complained loudly as he walked into town. The road had been long and tiresome, especially with the dwindling food supply. He had grown more and more anxious on the journey, eager to do the bidding of the goddess, but perplexed as to the meaning of the vision she had sent. A red eagle in the setting sun. The setting sun clearly represents the west...at least I hope so, otherwise I've come all this way for nothing. But the red eagle, what could that mean? Some sort of knightly order? Perhaps it symbolises a pheonix, I've always wanted to meet one. Hmmm, what could it be?

Ekram was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the eagle until it perched on his shoulder. He turned and gave the bird a flat look,

"Well you're rather on the nose aren't you?"

"Caw!" the eagle raised it's foot and dropped a note into Ekram's hand before flying off. Ekram unrolled the thing and gave it a look over. Meet at the inn huh? Alright then....wait....where's the inn?

After turned around more than once, Ekram finally found himself outside the inn. He walked inside and immediately noticed the conspicuous bird perched on the shoulder of a woman who was adressing the group at her table.

"... I have to rescue her. She says there is more to come, but she can't get anything else coherent to Zazu in their link so while I am sure she lives, I fear for her state of being. And if there is more to come, there may be worse things than my friend being in trouble to worry about."

As the Large blonde man stood and made a big show of agreeing to help, Ekram closed his eys and took a deep breath. I still don't know why I've been sent here. I could just as easily be here to smite these people as help them. He exhaled, and opened his eyes to the unseen. his gaze lingered on every person in the room before moving on to the next. Ekram gazed deep into their minds, their hearts, their souls. Only after finding no significant corruption did he approach.

Ekram dragged a chair over from an empty table and sat down at their table. He tugged on the sleeve of a passing barmaid to order breakfast, then addressed the woman with the bird.

"I am Ekram, servant of Sarenrae, goddess of light, justice, and mercy. I believe she has sent me here to assist you in your task. I apologize for my lateness, if someone could give me the short version I would be much obliged."
 
[fieldbox= Orina, green]
Orina listened to the tale quietly. She had found her own chair to sit in not too long before the tale had begun and Gethin had curled around it, gold eyes also staring up at Bediviere. he didn't comprehend the words, but he could pick up on from the surrounding two-leggers that whatever it was, it must be important. After the blonde elf had finished speaking Orina looked around at the group before her eyes settled back on the other elf. How could a son do that to his mother? All for the sake of power? After Bjorn spoke, a new man came into the inn, sitting at the table with them as he introduced himself. He asked for a sum up of what transpired. The fortune teller leaned over towards the man and gave him what Orina assumed was a rough sum up of the tale that was just told in hushed tones.

"If you would have it, you have my bow and my blade." She offered, not nearly with the bravado the Bear Clansman had, but the words were spoken nonetheless. She did not have much experience in combat outside of practice or what she learned in the forests surrounding her hometown. Given, she had over a hundred years of said experience. The elf's gut twisted in a bit of excitement about the thought of leaving the small forest town. Something she felt guilty about later. She shouldn't feel excited to be correcting a wrong.
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[fieldbox= Asha, gold]
Asha sipped at the liquid in front of her as golden orbs danced as the tale progressed. The oracle did love stories. The petite female let her eyes bounce around at the group, taking them in as she listened to the blond elf. She spotted the Sylvirleaf's daughter, the infamous half-orc guard that she couldn't recall the name of, a blonde man she'd personally never seen before Deos had called out his invitation, Deos, the story teller, a wolf, the eagle who'd given her a message. The door opened, and the kitsune's eyes went over to the new man as he to sat himself at the table. She looked him over, a small grin pulling at her lips. Appearance wise, he looked like he'd traveled the world more than anyone else in the small group. Of course, looks could be deicing, she knew that both of the elves had to be well on in years as well, but they didn't look it like this man did. Eyes dancing with a bit of mirth, when the man asked for an explanation, she leaned over and told him a brief detailing of what the blond elf had just said. After that was done, she ontroduced herself with a smile that hinged on being a smirk and leaned back into her seat.

"You can count me in, it does sound like a merry adventure. Perhaps one day someone will write a song about it?" She chirped, still smiling. If she had been in her true shape, her tales tips would have been twitching in excitement.
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