Reinforcements 5
As you set about making camp in the copse of trees you discovered, a
sudden shout catches your attention having not seen anyone around, or
been near any towns or habitations for the last several days of travel.
It sounds like "Hail the camp!"
Laban slips away quietly to try and get further round to one side of the
group making it harder to see him if they are looking at Edo. Unsure of how
they will react to a Dar Elf he slips his hood up to hide his face and also
make him harder to see. He rests his hands on his scimitars.
Drawing his sword, Crystal yells in common, "Hail, and be identified!"
He moves to try to get a tree at his back and tries to watch over his
companions.
Whisper asks the intruder to identify himself and Edo is able to see that all
4 people in the grove appear elvin. When the elves turn towards the sound of
the hail, they see a human size figure cloaked in the shadow of the night,
but appearing non threatening nonetheless.
"A mere traveller of the realms. I am called Edo. May I and a friend
share your fire tonight?" calls the figure.
"That is up to my companions," Whisper replies, sheathing his sword. "I
can take care of myself. You are welcome here, if you believe in peace."
"That I do, as does my companion." answers Edo.
Whisper chuckles to himself, realizing the irony of his peaceful statement
after drawing a sword, and beckons for the man to come closer.
After a pause, he glances up, and says, "I am Whisper. My companions..."
and gestures to the camp.
Stepping to the edge of the firelight, Edo reveals himself. He is a man
of average height and build wearing billowing robes of brown. A hood covers
his head, but his blue eyes can be seen beneath the cowl. A simple shod
staff is held in his right hand and a satchel hangs at his side.
Crsyal pokes her head out from under her blanket "Hey
whats up, edo? mi llamo Crystal." Then she buries her
head in the ground again
Laban steps out of the trees and slowly walks towards Edo he is Elvin in
stature about 5'0, 105 pounds. Carries twin scimitars, dressed in black
although you cannot see his face or hands as they are hidden inside his
cloak. "Edo my friend I am unsure of this!" He raises a dark skinned hand
to hold his shoulder as though it is giving him some pain.
Whisper seeing a man in pain, approaches and says, "Is there something
wrong with your shoulder? I am a healer of sorts, I might look at it."
Laban turns and you can see his dark skin and pure white hair inside his
hood his dark skin highlights the lavender eyes which look out at you. "I
was injured a while back and Edo here has done his best to heal but I fear
it is a really bad wound!"
Whisper loses composure for a moment, then calms himself and says, "Peace,
then. Let me take a closer look at the wound." and steps slowly closer to
what he is beginning to have a bad feeling about.
Laban and Edo enter the campsite. Whisper offers to heal Labans shoulder where
the deep wound has caused him arm severe mobility problems. Saying a short
prayer, Whispers hands start to glow a bright blue as he places them upon Labans
shoulder and the wound knits itself closed with much pain but awe and surprise
at the power of the surface dweller Laban cautiously kneads his shoulder and
finds it completely healed and the pain has vanished! A young woman approaches
and introduces herself as Stella, a druid from far away lands. She senses Edo's
wounds and offers to heal him as well. He accepts (I assume, if not let me know)
and feels much better once the prayer and poultices have been applied to stop
the poison she says. With the newcomers healed and the night deepening towards
morning everyone feels the need for sleep rather intensely.
Whisper looks over the group, then says, "I don't know your skills
friends, and I would try to guess. However, I say we need a watch for
tonight, to make sure there is no trouble. I volunteer for first watch."
Laban flexes his newly healed shoulder "I shall take any watch you want to
let me as I kind of prefer the night-time. The peace and quiet are very
enjoyable" He extends a hand "I am Laban"
A slight hesitation, but Whisper takes the hand. "Whisper. Where are you
headed?"
"Stella, your magics... do they always work as you have planned them
to?" asks Edo, obviously intrigued by the lack of problems with the healing
spells.
Stella replies cautiously, eyeing Laban with uncertainty but not revulsion.
"Actually, healing spells are the only spells that seem to work right these
days Edo. All others either dont work at all, or badly misfire causing injury
and other mishaps not intended."
"Interesting. I am seeking the cause of this phenomenon. Have you
encountered any other spells that seem to work?" continues Edo.
"As I said" she repeats "all others either fail or misfire. Although I've heard of
healing spells misfiring, I have not yet had this happen to me. I pray that it
does not in the future as well."
"As would I. Thank you for your thoughts on the matter and for the
healing touch." says Edo before turning to the others.
"Perhaps we could travel together, if our paths lie in the same
direction? For where is your band bound?"
Whisper shakes his head but says nothing.
Laban walks to a quiet spot and draws his Scimitars out and sits down with
them laid across his lap. He closes his eyes and rests.
Morning dawns to find all of you well and no mishaps during the night. You all
awaken refreshed and hungry and begin planning your next move(s) starting with
(you hope) breakfast.
Laban stretches and raises his scimitars, he drops into a fighting stances
and goes slowly through a few motions then speeds up getting quicker and
quicker. His scimitars sing and flash in the morning light as they dance
their dance of death back and forth. Then he slows down gradually to a stop
before replacing his weapons in their sheaths. He sits down the sweat
glistening on his dark skin and takes a deep drink of the water in his
waterskin.
Crystal rolls out of her sleeping bag and starts
breaking up a loaf of bread, she keeps some to eat and
puts the rest back in her bag. While munching on the
bread she watches the drow wave his swords around. She
yawns and looks for something else. She pulls her hair
back and walks over the whisper and yells "HEY WAKE
UP! TIME TO SIEZE THE DAY!!!" Then she continues eating.
Whisper rolls over, to the other side of the tree he was leaning on, into
the shade, never opening his eyes. He sits up, clasps his hands together,
and mutters something softly.
The story continues...
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