NationStates Jolt Archive

Tal looked across at the large forest standing a short distance away. He had the same feeling of dread that he had every time he stood this close to it.

"We don't need to worry about the inhabitants, not yet anyway." He slowly turned his head back until he was looking at Daveon. "It's best not to dwell on the troubles that may be ahead. We'll just cross that bridge if and when we come to it."

He looked back at the sleeping members in the camp, as he passed over Jadira, he could see that her eyes were wide open. "We have a good guide. Hopefully we'll steer clear of the darkness."

"I see. I shall get some rest then."

Daveon walks back to his blanket and lies down.

OOC: I will be away from Monday the 18th till Friday the 22nd. It's currently Sunday 21st here.

Cya.....

OOC: I'm back..........

Daveon keeps his bow within his grasp as he doesn't trust the nearby forest.

Slowly Rhiannon and Bevan drifted off to sleep, they were well aware that this could be the last time that they manage to get anything close to a full nights sleep.

Slowly Daveon drifts into sleep. But he didn't release the grip on hiw bow.

Finally morning arrived. Macros and Daveon were packing up their gear and concerning themselves with breakfast.

Serlina had risen shortly before sunrise and was by now prepared to leave, waiting only for the others.

Macros and Daveon quickly consumed their breakfast and joined Serlina in waiting for the others. Macros grinned at Serlina.

"It's good to see at least some of us are organized."

Garem was first up out of his closest friends. he constantly argued that it was down to military training, but the fact of the matter this mornig was that he was sleeping across an ant trail and had been awoken by hundreds of tiny feet marching over him. he did not mention this fact to anyone and quickly set about brushing himself down and cooking a small stew from what he could find in his napsack.

The smell of the slowly simmering broth awoke both Bevan and Rhiannon who hungrily eyed the boiling pot until Garem allowed them to have some of his breakfast.

Jadira sat silently and watched the others. She had taken over from Tal on the watch half way through the night. As her gaze fell on each of them, a knowing smiled etched itself on her face.

They're not unified. They don't work as one.

A sadness touched her features. She already saw the cracks in them, they didn't work as a team. Would they ever? Would they be willing to sacrifice their lives for the others in the group to accomplish their goal? Only for their friends perhaps. She sighed.

We're doomed to fail.

She saw Tal walk up to her, and she smiled. "Sleep well?"

"As well as expected, considering the bed." He pulled a mock face and laughed. "At least nothing happened in the night."

Jadira smiled. "I'm more worried about what might happen today."

In more ways than one.

Macros looked around.

"So are we all ready to go?"

Garem poured the slop from the bottom of his pot into a bush.
"I'll be ready in a couple of minutes." he said

Rhiannon saddled her horse in silence, then checking her sword belt.

Bevan walked over to Tal "I guess we want to get through that forrest as soon as possible?"

Tal looked at Bevan. "Yes, getting through the forest before nightfall is critical. Not many have slept inside and survived to tell the tale." He nodded his head in Jadira's direction. "We just have to hope she doesn't fall asleep on the way through."

Jadira frowned, as she followed Tal to their horses. "This isn't going to work, Tal. Look at them all, they don't acknowledge each other. They don't talk to each other."

Tal looked at her. "They will bond, trust me." He took hold of her hand. "Sometimes, Jad, you need to have faith in people."

She sighed, a sadness in her eyes. "They don't even breakfast together. They stay in their little groups. And not one person asked after any of the others." She raised her eyes until they looked deep into his. "No one cares, Tal. And if they don't care about each other, how can they care about the Tear or all the people that could die if we fail?"

Tal squeezed her hand. "Kementari is guiding us, Jad, she would not have chosen them if she thought they were unworthy." He touched her cheek. "You know that."

Jadira smiled sadly and mounted her horse. She turned to the others, as Tal took to his saddle. "Stay close and keep to the path."

Quickly Garem, Rhiannon and Bevan climbed on there horses, ready to follow Tal and Jadira.

Garem drew his sword and rested it gently across his saddle, he did not want to be surprised in the forest and find himself fumbling for his sword.

Macros and Daveon followed behind. Macros pulled up next to Rhiannon grinning.

"How is our newly found mage today?"

"I don't know" she replied.

"i still feel funny, but i don't think i blew anything up during the night." she grinned.

She flicked a strand of red hair from her face "Can you teach me something once we've got through this forest?" she enquired, the thought of learning the subtle skills of Magic from anyone else seemed far fetched to her. It was Macros that discovered her and his being her mentor gave her the security she craved at the moment.

Serlina who was by now mounted on her Voreni Battlesteed was staring into the forest trying to spot the mysterious watcher meanwhile with her spear in hand looking to all the world like Lady death incarinate.

Jadira kicked on her horse and entered the forest, immediately the atmosphere could be felt. The very air itself held a terror in it that brought bumps to the skin. It was if a million tiny fingers were trying to grab your soul.

Her horse shied slightly feeling the fear. She brought him back under control and edged further into the darkness. The light of the morning stopped at the entrance, even the sun refused to invade the foilage above. A chill breeze blew in the air, yet Jadira new that even the wind wouldn't go into the very heart of the forest.

She listened to the sounds that filled her surroundings; relieved as she caught the noise of the others behind her. She was not afraid to admit that this place brought fear to her. Even the bravest of heroes could not fail to be touched.

As they moved further in, the feeling of hundreds of eyes could be felt, staring. They were waiting for the weary to move off the path. Others had been swayed and lost, she had come close on many occasions.

The very trees seemed to call your name, bidding you to join the darkness and become one with all the horrors that lurked in the depths. She cast her eyes behind her to ensure that everyone was still with her.

Turning back to face the front, she said a prayer to Kementari for their safe passage.

He then took out his whiskey bottle and took a last drink. And fell over, never to be heard from again.

He then took out his whiskey bottle and took a last drink. And fell over, never to be heard from again.

Macros looked nervously into the forest.

"If we make it out of this forest I'll be happy to teach you anything."

He turned back to Daveon.

"Hey Daveon. How does it feel to be back in a forest?"

Daveon looked at Macros.

"I'd feel better in a dwarven mine."

Bevan could not help but hear the conversation, "The way things are going we will most probably end up in a Dwarven mine. I'd certainly take that over this." he paused for a second.

"Why on earth would Kementari put all the creepest creatures in one place like this. It just doesn't make any sense." Garem glared at Bevan

"Yeah i know its not my place to question her actions, but lets face it. This place is just full of all those creatures that would give you a heart attack if you saw one in your house. Why can't this place have butterflies and pretty flowers, why does it have to insist on having Giant Spiders and Trolls and all those creepy little things with far to many legs for there own good?"

Macros looked around the forest as they passed through. Making sure his horse stayed on the path.

"I have no idea why all these things are in the one place. Maybe it's so they don't bother people all over the land."

Daveon rested one hand on his already knotched bow whilst observing the surrounding bush.

"May be that is Kementari's plan. Put everything nasty in one place. That way everyone knows where it is..... That actually makes sense." Bevan confirms to himself.

"So what about all the other creatures that roam this world, why aren't they here?" Garem asks.

"You can't exactly control everything. Maybe they started off here and moved on."

Macros continued to look around half expecting something to leap out at him.

"Well Kementari is a god, so why couldn't she have built a fence to stop them getting out. She's made a lot more awesome things than a fence." to Garem this arguement made some sense, but in the grand scheme of things Gods generally don't worry about garden furniture when designing a world.

Bevan gave garme a glance Do you know what you are actually saying you half-wit?"

Rhiannon trotted up towards the front of the party.

Serlina spoke simply. "At worse the things in this forest will only imperil your body, that is why I prefer it over the shadow forest, the things in the shadow forest imperil your very soul. A slow death by torture would be a mercy compared to what somethings in that forest could do to you. But still enough about that enjoy the ride. This is only the begining, I am sure things are just going to get darker, they always do."

Macros grinned.

"Very optimistic aren't you? Although I do agree with you on both points. Things probably will get worse and beings that mess with your spirit are far worse than things that will claw your face off."

"If thee is something that i have learnt from travelling with Serlina. It is that no matter how nasty a monster is or how bad our situation gets, She's seen worse and got through it." Bevan quipped.

"Somehow that is very re-assuring!"

"That is true. So Serlina...... how is that you have managed to escape such horrible things?" aksed Macros.

Serlina low, her voice dark. "With the aid of comrades, good friends and lots of luck. A heck of a lot of luck."

Tal was riding just behind Jadira, his eyes darting to the edge of the trees. He had been through this forest on several occasions and it still oppressed him. He looked at his companion riding up front, and he smiled. He had been guided before by her down this very path.

He heard a horse moving up towards the front of the party. He turned briefly to see which of the others was closing up on him. As he returned his view to the front, he noticed Jadira was also moving her head back into a forward facing position.

Rhiannon brought her horse close to Tal's "How long are we going to be traveling through this place" she said "It gives me the creeps!" Rhiannon shivered.

"Why couldn't we just have gone around this place, are you trying to get us mauled?"

Macros grinned.

"There is always a bit of luck involved. You must have travelled with mages before if you have escaped creatures that can attack mentally?"

Tal looked at Rhiannon when she drew level with him. "I have no intention of getting any of us mauled. Believe me, keeping my skin in one piece is very important to me." He grinned. "But sometimes a person has to take a few risks in their life."

He looked at the trees surrounding them before turning his eyes back to her. "This path through the woods will save us several days, and the journey around is almost as dangerous, for different reasons." He smiled. "We'll get through,, unharmed."

Daveon also pulled up next to Tal.

"I have noticed several creatures observing us. But none seems too willing to openly confront us. Hopefully they will stay that way."

Rhiannon started looking around nervously on her horse. "Where? I can't see them." she complained.

She put a hand on her sword by her waist, "If they are watching, they may attack at any time." she rambled a little as she voiced her concerns.

"Calm down. As far as I can tell there aren't any creatures watching us at the moment. But they are out there somewhere. I doubt they would attack a group of this size. At least not alone."

Tal looked at Rhiannon and then Daveon. "I have never heard of anyone being attached on the path. It's almost as if there is some force that keeps them from the track." He faced forward. "Although there are rumours that they attempt to entice you in. So be careful."

"That would explain why they watch us but don't move onto the path. I shall stay alert and aware of these creatures nonetheless."

"I thought they said that they couldn't corrupt your souls?" Rhiannon whimpered.

"If those things are Wisps and other fey folk, they could lure us in. I don't want to be drawn to any ghostly lights." her imagination was nw running wild, she seemed scared that her mind could be clouded and she could be drawn to her death in the swamps.

Tal laughed. "It is only the unweary that are fooled into leaving the path, if you know what to expect, you will be safe." He gave them both a quick glance. "But it is worthwhile keeping your guard up, just to be certain."

He turned to Rhiannon. "Your blossoming mage skills should be more than enough to stop you being tempted. And regardless what she may say, Jadira wouldn't let you fall into a swamp."

Rhiannon seemd to relax a little, "I would hold much hope for my Mage abilities, at the moment all i can do is give my fingers pins and needles. Some one with bad blood circulation can do that."

"When i can blast fire from my finger tips then you can feel a little more confident in my magical skills." Rhiannon continued to look into the tree line, she didn't want to see anything peering back at her.

Macros grinned.

"There is always a bit of luck involved. You must have travelled with mages before if you have escaped creatures that can attack mentally?"

Serlina voice was still dark "The mages were the frist to fall into shadow, then the Priests and the Paladins, the rest of us tried to escape after that. 12 of us went into Shadow forest and only two of us came out alive that day and only one lived longer than a day afterwards."

Macros lost his grin.

"That is disturbing news indeed. So are very lucky to be alive. It's good to have someone with luck on their side with us."

"Why did the last person die Serlina?" Bevan asked.

Tal smiled. "I have an enormous amount of hope and belief. With Macros aid you will be performing magic quickly." He watched as she began looking at the trees. "You won't see anything. They keep themselves hidden. Sometimes you can feel their presence, but they never show themselves." He shrugged. "I guess they're shy." He grinned.

"Why are they shy. I thought they want to lure you to your death, how can they do that if they hide." Rhiannon was not sure if Tal was joking, she was past caring, her mind swam with thoughts of her imminent death.

Tal looked at Rhiannon in disbelief. He wasn't sure whether she was trying to counter his joke with one of her own. Looking at her face, he could see she was serious.

"Rhainnon, there is nothing to fear. We will be perfectly safe." He smiled kindly. "Anyway, if anything comes at us, I know we can get through it. We had no problems with those goblins, did we?"

"They weren't in the Forest!" she replied "I've heard the stories about this place." she shuddered again "I just hope we get out of here quickly, i don't like being watched."

Rhiannons fear of being watched was perfectly understandable, in her trade of stealing, being spotted couldbe the difference between a huge pay day and dancing on the end of a rope on some far flung cities gallows.

Tal looked at the ears of his horse as he thought. He watched as they twitched to every noise that emerged from their surroundings. He could feel the tension running through its body as he rode.

He let his eyes rest on Rhiannon. "The forest is just a location. It is the people themselves that make a difference." He smiled. "I have no doubt that if any trouble comes our way, we will be able to deal with it."

He flicked his head towards her companions. "You've travelled with them before, you know what they can do. We've seen Macros and Daveon in action, and I would give my life for the group, as would Jadira. With those kind of people around you, how can you be in any serious danger."

"We barely got out of here alive last time we came in here." Rhiannon said,

"I don't care what everyone can do, when it comes down to it, its just you against what stands before you. If i'm bewitched by that thing then i don't stand a chance." Rhiannon looked into the trees.

"I just hope that you are right and those things aren't feeling sociable today."

"Why did the last person die Serlina?" Bevan asked.

Serlina replied. "I do not know for sure, I found him in the morning with an expression of utter terror cluching an holy symbol of the light lord."

OOC: I want to be part of this RP, I need to ask permission I suppose...

Daveon became more relaxed with the knowledge that the occupants of the forest could not cross the path. He loosened his grip on his bow but did not release it.

Macros came trotting up behind him.

"There are some kind of wards around this path. They very strange though. Like nothing I have ever seen before."

"Where?" Rhiannon said looking down at the ground, "Why would someone cast magic on this road? I've never heard of any Traders using this forest."

"That's the thing. It does not look like a human spell. It is very very old and I can't work out how it works or who made it."

Tal looked at Rhiannon. "You would be surprised where people would cast magic. It is said that a safe passage was created through this Forest, that is why you must stick to the path." He indicated the surrounding trees. "It is also the reason that the darkness has to tempt you in, as it cannot come out."

He shrugged. "It is an ancient spell, said to have been around since the earliest history of Mar-nu-Falmar." He smiled. "Some attribute it to the Goddess herself, although that is merely legend."

"It's quite possible. That would explain why I can't recognise the spell form."

Tal looked surprised. "Well, that makes me feel better knowing that a Goddess is watching over us." He looked at the road ahead then turned to Rhiannon. "What about you? Do you feel easier now?"

"A little" she replied a nervous smile appeared on her lips.

From behind then Garem called out "So If Kementari can put a spell on this road to stop things crossing it and killing us, why can't she build a fence?"

Bevan who was still riding next to Serlina chuckled to himself, yet again Garem had proven that his mouth is far quicker than his brain.

"Well.... whatever this spell is, it's strong. I can't see it fading anytime soon. I know that makes me feel a lot better."

"If everyone else feels safe, then i guess i feel a little safer as well." Rhiannon said, it was a strange logic that only she could follow right about now. But she was calmed by the fact that most of the party were calm.

"You are still in danger...you shouldn´t calm down", hisses a voice,coming form the bushes behind the party.

A shadowy figure appears between two trees, dressed in crimson tight clothes, with light layers of silver armor over it and a black hood concealing the face...

The stranger shows his empty hands and take a few steps towards the group saying: "Why are you here?, What are you looking for?...This forest is not place for you, lightwalkers..."

Tal stopped his horse, and turned, riding back the man that had just appeared from the trees. Being a naturally suspicious man, his had was reading on the hilt of his sword. When he was close enough, he halted and looked at the stranger standing in front of him.

"And who might you be, friend?" He let his eyes travel over the man's attire, and brought them to rest on the shadow where his eyes would be. "Tell me what business is it of yours why we travel through this forest? We know the dangers and are prepared for the risk."

"There´s no need for swords...I´m just another traveler, I have evil purposes, but not with any of you...", the stranger takes a step back, looking at Tal suspiciously...

"My name is Prince Atheril, of the noble house of D´nan, and I´m looking for company. You all look like skilled warriors, so I want to know what are you doing here because maybe I will join you, and help you, at no cost, except for three conditions..."

Slowly he shows the sword concealed in his back, and says "I´m a skilled warrior too, and a experienced mage...so tell me, May I join you?"

Tal moved his hand from his sword's hilt, but kept it lying loosely on his leg. He looked at the weapon hanging at the man's back, a glint appearing in his eye. He turned briefly to Jadira, who had stopped slightly up the road. She nodded, almost imperceptably.

Tal returned his gaze to Atheril. "I've never ridden alongside a prince before." He began to turn his horse back to its original direction. "Don't make me regret my decision to do so now." He flashed a brief smile, and kicked on his mount.

Serlina studied the new arrival breifly before heading farther down the path, she would have to watch this one.

Atheril removes her hood and shows his face, his skin is pale, almost grey in complexion, and has completely black eyes, however, his fine, handsome features and pointy ears shows he´s an elf...but different from any other elf...more...dark and sinister.

He turns to Serlina and smiles to her, then he says "You won´t regret it, so, what are we looking for?"

Daveon rode up next to Atheril revealing his elf ears.

"What kind of elf are you?"

Macros cocked his right eyebrow.

"A warrior and a mage. Was your training seperate or combined. Warrior/mages are rare to come across."

"Another elf!" Rhiannon thought, she couldn't believe her eyes, yet something was strange about this one. She had seen very few elves in her life, but this one was different. She slowly rode her horse next to Daveon, quietly she whispered "Whats he then?"

Daveon looked at Rhiannon.

"I am not quite sure. He may possibly be a dark elf."

Rhiannon's eyes widened "Thats bad right?"

Bevan watched the new party member closely before riding up next to him, he offered his hand "My names Bevan" he said, "As long as your evil intent doesn't include slitting our throats while we sleep, then i am happy to make your acquaintance." He smiled just to show the stranger he meant no harm.

Atheril looks to Daevon with a sad expression "Maybe you shouldn´t ask, cousin. I´m an elf, a dark one...but not one of those subterranean rats, a shadow elf, more properly, from the Fallen House of Aelos. And the nobles of our house trains in both magic and fencing, at the same time. We are called Myrmidons in your language, human"

Then he turns to Bevan and smiles too "I´m pleased to meet you, kind one...and no, I´m not going to slit your throats in your sleep...I´m more interested in your help. Do this party have a Battlemage or a wizard?" he ask to Bevan..."I´m looking for jewels. I will not reclaim any other treasure..."

Atheril starts to play a strange flute and a grey horse appears behind the trees, he mount the horse and rides next to Tal "You looks like the leader of this....band....So, What are we looking for?"

Daveon looked at Rhiannon.

"I don't think so. He is a dark elf but he is more controlled than others I have encountered."

Macros follows Atheril up to Tal.

"I would be the mage within this group. We also have a mage in training over there."

He points to Rhiannon.

Rhiannon sheepishly grinned and waved back, the last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself at this moment.

Bevan continued following Atheril, trying to interupt his conversation "Jewel? What Jewel? How much is it worth?" it didn't take an intelligent man to realise that Bevans brain was working overtime, picturing an expensive Gem that he could "help" aquire, for the right price.

Tal turned to Atheril, as his horse drew level, and looked at him with suspicious eyes. Yet a smile played around his lips. "That is true, friend. I am the leader of this bunch, although I use the term loosely. I lead and they are following, but they can turn away whenever they wish. They are not bound in any way other than their word."

He returned his gaze to the path, leading off into the distance. "What we are seeking is a powerful object; an ancient one. Or we could be searching for a myth." He laughed to himself. "Other than that, I'd rather not disclose any more details. It keeps me alive."

Atheril looks at Macros "So, you are a wizard...and that stupid girl is your trainee?, I can´t see any talent in her, maybe you should dispose of her, she´s just a burden ot you..."

Then turns to Bevan, with a icy look in his eyes "Hear me, little one, that gem can´t be sold, I would give you all my lands and possesions if you find it and give it to me. I will also slay you if you don´t handle it to me..."suddenly sparks of lightning cross his eyes, "I hope you understood that, my little friend"

"And about my control, Daevon, I´m not a stupid drow berserker, I´m a shadow elf, so don´t compare me with lesser creatures. Tal, I will follow you, no more questions asked"

Atheril's icy manner still wasn't enough to put Macros off.

"I prefer the term mage. I'm trained in many fields of magic including battle magecraft. The girl is extremely new to her abilities and has yet to even receive any lessons from me, but don't underestimate her."

Macros smiled as lightning arced around his head.

Daveon spoke up.

"Forgive me if I have offended you. I do not mistake you for a lesser being. I have yet to come across a shadow elf."

OOC:Bit of info, the Voreni have two twin gods, Dorstia the Light Lord and Serveni the Shadow Queen.

Serlina spoke in her usual calm voice. "You will not harm anyone in this party understood. I would to have to kill you if you betrayed this party, by Serveni I would. Understood."

Tal listened for a moment before stopping his horse across the path blocking everyone's way. He looked at the party gathered behind them. His eyes were flaming with anger.

"Let's all get one thing straight, as it appears I have to repeat it for those of you that were in the inn, and explain it to Prince Atheril." His eyes met with each of the others as he spoke. "If you cannot get on with your fellow traveller than you are not welcome on his trip. I will not have you all fighting each other and endangering the rest of us."

He swung his horse around to face front. Turning his head he spoke softly, but the rage could be heard in his voice. "Anyone commits any form of violence against another member of this group, and you'll have my sword to face." He rode off after Jadira.

Atheril seems to be dissapointed, and says "I don´t mean to hurt, even attack, any of you. I just want to make a point. The gem I´m looking for his mine, and mine only...and I saw greed in the little one´s eyes. I just repeat, I will slay anybody that stands between me and that gem"

He looks to the ground in shame "I don´t have good manners maybe, nobody teached me that, and I´m sorry if I spoke harsh words".

Then he turns to Daevon "Cousin, no offense taken, but your kind had always treated me like a beast...like one of those stupid and barbaric drow...I´m the one who should apologize for my words"

He stares at the mage, with admiration painted in his eyes "Macros, maybe you and I have many things in common, and could share a lot of knowledge. I want to be in good terms with you...maybe we could be friends...I sense a lot of power in you"

"And you Serlina, Do you Vorenis worships Serveni the Shadow Queen too?, I worship her, and used to pray at my family chapel looking for her favours...you shouldn´t judge me like that, I´m a man of honor, and I gave to all of you my word of not betray any of you. I´m a proud prince, of a noble family, and betrayal is not my specialty...just because I´m a children of the darkness I´m not a demon..."

In his eyes appears what seems to be tears, but he washes them out with his sleeve..."What are you looking at?, we need to reach the end of this path as fast as we can..."

Serlina spoke. "Dorstia the Light Lord and Serveni the Shadow Queen are the Twin Patron gods of Vorena and the Voreni. Like Frex the Master of darkness is the evil one. Those of the shadows are welcome but not those of the darkness. I wonder what our watcher thinks of this since who ever they are still watching."

Daveon returned a faint smile.

"I assure you once I return none of my people shall treat a shadow elf in such a manner."

Macros also grinned.

"I'm sure we can learn a great deal from eachother friend. I haven't really studied elf magic."

"I guess when you say little one, you are talking about me?" Bevan asked.

"because if you are, i have to assure you that i'm not at all greedy. I just believe in the fair distribution of wealth, and the best place to start that process is with me." he grins.

Garem rides up next to Bevan, his imposing figure dwarfing his comrades, he watched Atheril carefully and then spoke "Seems he's already got you figured out." he said chortling to himself.

With a sad expression, he rode next to the fair elf and says"Daevon, you shouldn´t do that, I recommend you, say to your people that when they encounter a shadow elf, shot him to death, they´re enemies of your kin. I´m a renegade of my own house, the only honorable one left...the others had forgotten everything about it"

"That is sad news indeed. If only all elven kind could be at peace. My brethren shall know your name though, if you ever visit Khadrim you shall be welcome in our forests."

Serlina stared into the forest then spoke. "Ah theres one of our watchers. Intresting."

Macros looked back at Serlina.

"So..... what have you spotted in there?"

Serlina. "A shadow where there should not be a shadow." She began to mummer in a shadowly languge.

Atheril draws his sword and dismounts, standing next to Serlina "Yes...there´s something that not belong here..."

As she finshed her chant the head of her spear began to glow a shadowly Purple black color. "Its time to send its on its way or destroy it wouldn't you say, how does that sword do agaist shadows?" She moved forward her spear out and ready.

The sapphire blade glows with a dark blue light, like in response to the spear´s awakening, "This sword is made of shadow matter turned into gem. It can cleave through any material, including shadow...What´s about that spear?...Macros....We should appreciate your help too..."

Atheril stands at the side of Serlina "I´m a Shadow elf, no shadows can deceive me or defeat me, I mastered the lore of the darkness a long time ago, let me see what that shadow want..."

Jadira up front, stopped her horse suddenly and turned to see Atheril and Serlina dismount, and start moving towards the tree line. She maneuvred her horse, and rode back down the way she had come, until she drew level with them.

Tal watched, from his viewpoint just behind where Jadira was originally. He shook his head, as she dismounted and walked over to the others.

"Put your weapons away!" Jadira's voice held much anger. "You know nothing of this forest. If you spill so much as spill a drop of blood from one of the creatures that dwell here, the spell that protects this path will be broken." She indicated the trees around her. "And the very forest itself will avenge itself on us."

"It is not of this forest, its a sending made of a sorceror's shadow to spy on us. The watcher I was talking about." She looked at Aelosia. "I'm a shadow master, its just a little trick I got up my sleeve."

Jadira could feel her anger rising. "If you step off the path and destroy anything in this forest, you will break the spell." She looked at the others in the group. "You have been warned."

Atheril closes his eyes, trying to scan the area, and then says: "Yes...I sense the power of the Ulairi, the Crawling Shadow That Creeps in the Darkness. This shadow is indeed an evil being, and don´t belong to this forest...It´s just a matter of time until that shade attack us"

Then the Atheril´s own shadow begin to take form, and turns to something more...tangible...more...real. It´s not anymore the shadow of the prince, it looks like the shadow of a young elven maiden, with her hair at the wind.

Atheril closes his eyes again, and mutters "Ainulairi dúdûredhel, Elengûl-Daeldalië celebanna, ar vië er Daelen girithfuin mormei" (Sacred guardian wraith, Dark maiden of the night, by the sorcery of the stars show me the deep secret of those who oppose me). A single tear goes down his cheek, and the shadow of the maiden walks towards the strange shadow in the forest....

"I´m not going to destroy nothing...I´m just going to find out what´s happening" says Atheril in a low, soft voice, "let me see what happens"

Jadira watched horrified, as Serlina and Atheril continued with their plans. She mounted her horse, and rode towards Tal. She saw the look on his face, before turning back to the others of the group. She sat stunned as the strange shadow appeared. Saying prayer to Kementari, she shook her head at Tal.

"I told you this was a bad idea."

The strange maiden´s shadow enters the forest and dissappears. Suddenly it comes back, crawling in the floor at full speed, without any form, then like a giant black drop jumps and crash against Atheril´s chest, who absorbs the shadow opening his eyes wide like in a deep and sharp pain...he starts to shake and cover his eyes with his hands, dropping his sword to the floor. His face turns pale and begin to sweat.

Then he says, with a high trembling voice "That....that thing is coming for us!....It´s an angry wraith!...An Allip, a vengeful ghost!". As fast as he could he picks up his sword and assume a defensive stance...

"This....ghost is impervious to most weapons....Macros...do something..."

Tal watched the events unfold, fascinated. He had never seen such a thing before, and he considered himself well travelled. His eyes were transfixed on Atheril, focused entirely on the elf's demeanor and reaction.

He looked at Jadira, her green eyes blazing with almost uncontained anger. Regardless of her warning, her hand was already on the hilt of her sword.

He turned back to witness what was to happen next. He followed Jadira's example, and made his weapon ready.

Atheril stares at the bushes outside the path "The ghost can´t enter the path....Ylean told me that. If we stay in the path we will be secure. He was slain near here, by a group of bandits long time ago, he thinks we´re those bandits, and is looking for revenge...anyone who exits this path willl find a painful death at the hands of that wraith"

Tal looked at Atheril, confused. "Are you sure it was bandits? The Greenhorn Forest is not the usual gathering place for those types." He brought his horse closer, and looked into the trees. "Few people know the safe passage through here, we were lucky to get Jadira. It's more likely that he was killed wandering off the path."

Tal returned his gaze to Atheril and then Serlina. "A wraith is really the least of our worries; this place is said to be home to some truly demonic beings, hence the spell guarding the passage." He looked at the spot where Atheril was staring. "Perhaps we should just move away from here."

Serlina spoke. "I would be happy if I could die that easly but a simple death has been denied to me. But the thing with wreaths expecally that one are they are good liars, masters of trickery or it belives it was killed by bandits, it was more likely set there on purpice."

Macros jumped off his horse and stood next to Atheril.

"Do not worry. It cannot cross the spell. As long as we do not attack it, it cannot attack us. Macros called down a large wraith of golden light.

"This wraith shall stay on the path but watch that other wraith."

He stared at the wraith then at Atheril.

"Are you ok?"

Atheril starts to recover his color "Yes, I´m fine...always happens when I talk to the wraiths. I share part of their endless pain inside me, including the pain of my beloved Ylean, who sleeps in my shadow...That´s why we are shadow elves...our shadow is part of us, as your heart is part of you".

He mounts again and begins to follow Tal. "Thanks Macros, but we should keep going..."

"No problem."

Macros jumps back onto his horse and continues down the pathway.

Garem rode next to Serlina, he watched her for a while and then spoke, "You going to leave that thing to follow us and then kill us later?" he said. He lowered his voice.

"that thing could kill us while we sleep. Jadira said that the spell is broken if blood is spilt. that thing is a Wraith, there isn't one drop of blood in that thing. I don't care what they say, a Wraith by definition is an evil creature, she is just lulling us into a false sense of security."

Garem leant over on his horse, "I'm only asking you because, lets face it. You are the only one that can possibly destroy this thing."

Daveon spoke up.

"Have no fear. That is the wraith of a spirit at peace. Macros sent out a summoning and this wraith replied. It has no ill intent towards us."

"I don't believe that for a second!" Garem replied.

"Its a Wraith, they might say they don't mean any harm, but they do." Garem looked at Daveon. "It was a Wraith, Wraiths are bad. If it was just some lost spirit then I wouldn't have a problem. But its not!"

Atheril looks at Daevon, "That wraith is not at peace, Daevon...he told that to Ylean when I sent her to talk to the Wraith. She´s a wraith too and she´s afraid of that one. Allips are never at peace...anyway, if we won´t stay out of this path he won´t do anything to us...the golden spirit Macros sent scared that thing away, that´s all"

He stares at the floor, with shame in his face "I know a lot about shadows, wraiths and shades. My race communes with evil spirits everyday and my magic is based on that knowledge. I also share my soul with a wraith."

"I think you mistake what I was referring to. I was talking about the golden wraith."

Serlina spoke. "Enough talks of spirits, we can talk about that later, we should get moving if we want to leave this forest."

"Agreed."

Daveon nudged his horse, commanding it to move a little faster.

Macros brought his horse up next to Rhiannon.

"How are you feeling?"

Rhiannon smiled, "Not too bad I guess, not impressed by are new companion" she sighed, "I've got a bad feeling about him, something just isn't right. He's nothing like Daveon." she puased, thinking for a short time "I thought all elves would be like Daveon?"

Macros released a soft chuckle.

"There are many different kinds of elves out there. Daveon's kind are more common and are not worshipers of dark. That does not mean that all dark or shadow elves are evil. They are just different. He may give off an unsettling vibe.... probably because of the magiks he is in tune with, but don't worry. I trust him, he does not seem to have any ill intent toward us. Anyway... if you like you can start practicing a little magik?"

Her face lit up, "What now?" she replied, "What are you going to teach me." he mind raced with all the possible spells that she might be casting. She could picture herself emitting fireballs from her finger tips.

Tal rode up until he was again level with Jadira, who had begun to relax in her saddle. He knew that she was still feeling uneasy. It played heavily on her features, giving her an unapproachable air, but he knew her well enough not to be so easily deceived.

Jadira looked over at him, her eyes filled with a fear he had never seen there before. Her face had turned pale, and her hand was still gripping the hilt of her sword.

Tal's brow furrowed. "Jad, what's the mat...?"

She didn't need to answer, as suddenly a blinding light engulfed the entire path. The air was filled with the most horrific scream, as if all the damned in Hell had been allowed that moment to share their suffering.

Tal spun in his saddle, while trying to keep his horse under control. The animal was in a wild panic. After a struggle, he managed to gain the upper hand.

In front came, a loud crashing noise, as the very Forest itself shut the door on their exit. The ground shook beneath them, the temors causing too huge trees to fall across the path.

As the light faded, the group were able to see the devastation that had occurred. The path was totally inaccessible.

Tal turned to Jadira. "What the...? What happened?"

"The spell's gone." She shook her head. "But I'm more concerned with that." She indicated the fallen tree. "We're gonna have to go around it."

Tal looked into the treeline, his face ashen.

"Now we´re in deep troubles, the wraith is coming for us, and maybe more dangers await in the deep of the forest"

He draws his sword and then turns to Jadira. Suddenly she realize the Shadow elf´s face is burned, and some sores appears in his cheeks, his eyes looking into nowhere, blinded. He starts to talk, with deep pain showed in his voice "Do you have some clues of why the spell was dispelled?. I´m not very useful now, that light burned my eyes".

Serlina spoke. "I told you there was a watcher, the shadow of a sorceror, a powerful sorceror could take out a such a spell, expecally as it is so old."

Garem held on tightly to his reigns "I told you we should have destroyed that thing. I told you it was evil and it was going to come and get us. I told you. But you don't ever listen to Garem!"

"Stop babbling you idiot" Bevan shouted drawing out his sword as his horse raised up on its hind legs in fear.

Rhiannon looked at Macros "What the hell is happening? Why has happened? It wasn't your spell was it?"

"No it wasn't mine. I don't think it was a shadow that did this. The ward was too strong. I can get rid of that tree but I have the feeling that the forest won't appreciate it."

The golden wraith flared into life. It circled the group, watching for any approaching spirits.

Macros called out to Atheril.

"Atheril. I may be able to help your injuries. I hope. We could use all the magical awareness we can get."

[Edit: It's okay to continue as we are.]

"No it wasn't mine. I don't think it was a shadow that did this. The ward was too strong. I can get rid of that tree but I have the feeling that the forest won't appreciate it."

The golden wraith flared into life. It circled the group, watching for any approaching spirits.

Macros called out to Atheril.

"Atheril. I may be able to help your injuries. I hope. We could use all the magical awareness we can get."

Serlina spoke. "There are a few sorcerors who are powerful enough break such a ward using their shadow as the focus from which they cast a spell. I know, I have had the displeasure of meeting one who could do so." As she spoke shadows began to pull around her and she seemed more threatening then ever as she began to chant something under her breath.

Macros seemed unsettled by this.

"What would a mage of that power be doing following us?"

Macros approached Atheril.

"How bad are your injuries?"

Jadira looked at Atheril's face, his injuries bringing a frown to her brow. She cast her eyes around the area, her heart sinking fast. She returned her gaze to him.

"This spell was rumoured to have been put here by the Goddess herself." She spoke softly, with reverence. "It is stated in the Scripts, that Kementari will grant safe passage to those that have faith in her, and she always has." She looked sadly at the group. "Today, you lost faith in her ability to protect us."

She waved her hand slowly about the path. "And now we're on our own."

"Now we are all goners!" Bevan said regaining control of his horse.
"Do you think we can make a break for it?" he said facing Jadira.

Rhiannon grasped the hilt of her sword in her right hand, she kept a watchful eye on the tree line, she did not know what her sword would be able to achive against a wraith, but she was going to try to at least go down with a fight.

Daveon uttered a few elven phrases over his quiver, causing a faint blue light to illuminate the arrow heads. He knotched an arrow and kept his hand on the bow.

"We should determine what the best course of action would be. Preferably, staying on the path."

Serlina spoke as she finished her chant. "Dorstia the Light Lord and Serveni the Shadow Queen are the Twin Patron gods of the Voreni and the only ones I hold faith in, so I could not have lost faith in the frist place. However things are not was bad as they appear. Serveni and Dorstia will see us though but the Gods help those who help themselves."

Daveon looked at Serlina.

"Why would the gods help those that are already helping themselves?"

Serlina "Would you help someone who refused to try to better their sitation and just gave up?"

Atheril looks at Serlina with a dissapointed grin "Don´t worry Daevon, Clerics are always like that. My gods this, my gods that, but rarely they really care about the people"

"I see your point. So your gods help those who try but at times may struggle?"

Serlina spoke. "Theres also the matter of free will. Would you rather be able to make your own choises or have the gods protect you from everthing and have no true will of your own."

"Macros, tell me where the Ulairë (black Wratih) is now, with my eyes burned I can´t see it nothing" Atheril looks around, trying to open his eyes again...

Macros looked around for a few seconds before he spotted it.

"It is still within the forest, slightly closer though. My golden wraith is making it cautious. We need to do something about those injuries."

"Yes, I'm kind of useless right now. Do you have some healing skills?"

"I do have some. I can heal your burns easily but your eyes may be more difficult. Perhaps Daveon can aid us, his kind specialize in healing magiks."

Daveon approached Macros.

"I should be able to restore Atheril's eyes. But it will take an around an hour for them to be fully repaired."

"Thanks kind one"

Daveon smiled.

He drew a few elven runes in the air over Atheril, causing the burns to heal within minutes. His next spell involved withdrawing some herbs from his satchel and drawing more runes. The runes performed their task on the herbs, causing the air to smell of mint.

"This may sting but it will begin healing your eyes immediately."

He held the herbs above Atheril's eyes, squeezing them, causing a feint blue liquid to drip into his eyes.

"Depending on how fast your body can heal itself, it may be quicker than an hour."

Jadira stared at the group, barely hiding the anger flaring in her eyes. She looked at the treeline, watching for movement. Turning her horse she, rode until she was level with the others.

"You dare to speak ill of Kementari in her own land." She almost spat the words. "What we are looking for is a power connected to her might, and hers alone. If you can show no respect, then you may all leave. Tal and I can go on alone." With that she rode away, fearful of what else she might say.

As she rode past Tal, she glared. He knew it was best not to speak. He had witnessed her wrath on several ocassions. He turned to the group. "I hate to point this out to everyone, but here is not the place to sit and rest. I hope you can ride, Atheril, as that wraith is the least of our problems."

As if confirming his statement, a bloodcurdling scream rose out from the depths of the trees. "I hope you lot are prepared. We're going off the path."


[ooc: The breaking of the faith mentioned earlier had nothing to do with, who worshipped her or not. Magic was used inside her magic, thus breaking the spell. Also, Kementari plays a large part in my country's concept and history. The country itself is named after one of her miracles. I'm not asking you all to make her your main religion, but I do expect you to give her abilities some credence.]

Bevan looked into the woods, fear crept across his features.

"We're going into the woods?" he asked Tal, "Surely we don't want to go in there?"

Rhainnon and Garem past him as they followed Jadira and Tal, "I'd rather go into thse woods than wait to see what that cry came from!" Garem said as he rode by.

"Yes, I can ride...and I'm sorry...I didn't wanted to break the spell or to disrespect Kementari." Atheril mounts with difficulty, then he says "Daevon, I`m already looking shades now, your medicine is really working, thank you cousin"

Serlina followed to the rear of the group still covered in shadow as she gripped her spear.

Daveon remounted his horse and began to follow the others.

"I am glad I could aid you."

Macros looked around the forest uneasily. He could sense many dangerous beings out in the depths of the forest.

Daveon rode up toward Tal.

"How far are we from the edge of the forest?"

Serlina rode silently none of the others seemed to notice it anymore than the watchers but there was a feeling of malice in the air and it was not native to the forest or its inhabitance. she shruged unoticeable under her cloak, things would be revealed in time, for now geting out of the forest would be enough.

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The forest had become darker, the feeling of darkness growing around them. The dread that seemed to be lurking among the trees was becoming closer with every step. Branches began to take on a life of their own, reaching, beckoning for the group to enter deeper into the gloom.

Tal turned to Daveon, as his horse drew near. Acknowledging his presense with a nod, Tal continued to watch the treeline. "We're about half way through, but the journey isn't going to be easy, now that we have to leave the path."

Up ahead, Tal could see Jadira checking her weaponry. She looked at him, a strange look in her eyes. A mixture of fear and adventure. Slowly she moved her horse off the path and entered the murky depth, her horse disappearing from view, until he too turned and followed her route.

He looked back briefly, as the others left the path. A loud scream seemed to announce their arrival to whatever lay in wait.

The scream horrified Bevan, Garem and Rhiannon. The three of them held tighter to their horses and the swords that rested in their hands.

Slowly they followed Tal into the trees, "I thought you said this was a bad thing to do." Rhiannon enquired, her fear of the forest growing inside her again.

"It is a bad thing to do" Bevan replied, "But we have no choice, thats what happens when people disrespect Kementari. Lets just class this as one huge slap in the face from the Gods!" he continued trying to be light hearted, but hiding it poorly behind his nervous eyes.

Serlina spoke. "It could be worse, much worse there are no soul eaters in this forest or worse creatures... Not that I know off anyway. This should be fun. We are taking the path less traveled and it will in the end most likely be fruitful."

Macros looked around the forest, ready to unleash a number of spells in protection.

"I don't know about that. This place may not have soul eaters but there are still some nasty creatures in here."

Serlina spoke. "Maybe but at least theres no Keristi either and this will test the mettle of this party."

Davion stroked the side of his bow as he followed the others, directing his horse off the path.

Macros not far behind him was concentrating on his perceptions of the forest in case something were to happen.

Darkness. The weight of it could be felt, boring down on the spirit, robbing the soul of its will. Even the light of the sun had to fight to penetrate the overhanging canopy, the thinest of rays highlighting the way.

The forest was dense around them, the branches of the trees scraping at their skins, grabbing the material that clothed them. Pulling them, trying to take them from their saddles. To be lost forever in the depths.

The smell filled their nostrils, the smell of death and decay. Testament to the lost souls that had walked these treacherous paths. Swamps girgled, as the horses passed close by, tasting the flesh as it move on.

Jadira moved the party through the undergrowth, the horses hooves loud in the eerie silence. Her eyes remained alert, flashing around her. Her senses heightened, but the sheer oppression that surrounded them.

The noise came upon them suddenly, a broken twig followed by a blood curdling screech. A low guttleral growl, permeated the air. Something was close, coming through the trees. It's breath could be felt, as if it was sitting on their shoulders.

A branch moved, to their right. The silence once again becoming the norm. A signal, the calm before the storm. The eyes of the party focused on the spot, ready to take action as soon as this unknown foe made itself seen.

The low growl came again from the trees, then behind them from the left, another scream. The trees parted, as eyes flashed red, the huge beast broke into view...

Garem reared his horse onto it back legs as the creature burst through the tree line.

Bevan, with sword in hand, raced towards the creature, it watched his approach with its blood red eyes and with perfect timing swung its giant clawed hand across Bevan and his horse. The claws tore into the horses side and sent its rider hurtling from it, landing unceremoniously in the in the undergrowth.

Rhiannon remained in control of her horse, drawing her blade from its scabbard, she prepared to follow Bevan in the attack.

With lightning fast reflexes Daveon had an arrow knotched and ready to unleash on the creature.

Macros sprang to life with an aura of crackling energy. He pointed his staff at the beast, awaiting its action.

Serlina dismounted from her horse and moved forward taking a Battle stance, her cape bellowing in the wind that seemed to pick up out of nowhere.

Rhiannon spurred her horse into action, charging the beast that stood before them. As she drew near Rhiannon swung her sword against the monsters hide, barely breaking the surface.

Reaching out, the creature grabbed Rhiannon in its large claws and hurled her backwards, opening its razor filled maw to consume its attacker, it raised Rhiannon up in the air and drew her towards it.

Garem quickly rushed to its side slashing his two-handed sword across the beasts leg. It instantly dropped its struggling prey and brougt its free arm around to knock Garem from his feet.

Serlina studied the creature for weak points, a easy kill then she made her move just as it knocked Garem off his feet, in a quick movement she darted forword intend on raming her spear into the creatures midsection while it was distracted or unable going for the throat or a eye.

Ahteril draws his sword, and steps forward slashing at the huge claw with the ensorcelled blade, trying to win some time to make the others regroup.

He shouts to the mage "Macros!. He's afraid of fire, I can feel it. Throw him a fireball!, I will cover you!"

"Right!"

Macros summoned the energy to create such a spell. Within seconds a large ball of fire was sitting on the edge of his staff, but not quite touching it. He aimed the staff at the creature's torso and unleashed the devastating blast of heat toward it.

Daveon overheard this and enscribed an elvish rune over his arrowhead. In midflight, the arrow caught ablaze as it soard towards the creature's face.

The huge beast roared, as the spear connected with its body. His arms flaying, swiping anything nearby; its powerful hands slamming into anything within its grasp. The slashing sword, brought fury to already heightened anger, taken further by the flaming bolt and ball.

Tal, his sword in hand and riding quickly into the group, managed to turn his horse before a large fist fell where he had been seconds earlier. He stop his horse in front of Bevan, his eyes on the enraged monster.

The Beast went berserk as the pain of it's injuries sent it's rage skywards. His fists pounded anything in its path, the bulk of the animal giving momentum and weight to each swing. Letting out a gutteral growl, as if calling, he moved further into the battle.

Jadira loosed an arrow, barely scratching its arm. She sighed as she quietly sent a prayer to Kementari, before following Tal into the fray. She stop suddenly as from behind the group the brush parted and two more vicious beasts broke through...

Bevan clamoured to his feet, behind the protection of Tal's horse. His attention now taken by the creatures behind the party.

Garem stood back up, trying hard to join the fray, but found his advance blocked by the creatures swinging arms, he slashed at the beast with his sword, trying desperately to break through its guard.

Rhiannon scrabbled across the undergrowth attempting to get away from the angered beast, it bared down on her position, she knew her death was imminant as she closed her eys adn prepared for her fate.

Suddenly she felt the hand tingle, the now familiar feeling of pins and needles rushed through her skin and from the tips of finger shot a number of brilliant bbeams of colourful light. The beas took the blast square in the face as it lowered its head down to bite into the small red head before it, dazzled it roared its anger once more, fighting to regain its sight, giving Rhiannon enough time to scurry from its reach.

When the beams of light struck the beast Serlina darted forward with her spear and as the beast reared back she went for the throat.

Atheril, seeing Serlina intentions, starts to distract the huge beast, aiming a good placed cuts in the weak spots in the creature's hide.

"Serlina, go for it, I will cover you!", he mutters the words of an ancient shadowspell, to bring darkness into the beast eyes If I blind him, he won't see Serlina attacking him

Macros curses.

He eys turn a deep red as the ruby on his staff begins to glow. He wings it around and points the ruby toward the ground. A stream of fire poured out of the ruby and piled itself into one lump on the forest floor. Within seconds it had taken shape, resembling the fire golem Macros had summoned earlier.

"Attack those two beasts."

The fire golem acted immediately, launching two large balls of flame toward the creatures.

Daveon grabs several arrows and inscribes elven runes over all of them before unleashing a volley of arrows at the new creatures.

A mighty roar was let loose by the hugs beast as the sword touched its skin, it swungs out against the welder of the sword. His fists striking, as it turned and felt the point at its throat. With a fell swoop of his other, he grabbed the weapn and pushed back, sending it away from his flesh. It moved a large leg bringing him onto the group.

Tal, turned as Bevan drew his attention to the two creatures that had appeared from the other side of the trail. They were different from the original attacker; smaller but they looked faster, and in their eyes shone an intelligence that the other brute seemed to lack. Their eyes darted taking in the scene as they to released their battle cries.

They had sense the disturbance in the air, moments before the golem had flashed into existance. Their hackles rises at this threat, they were stirred into action as the two fireballs rushed towards them, before passing harmlessly over their bodies. The larger of the two rose onto its hind legs as it prepared to pounce on its nearest victim.

Jadira's horse charged into the fray, her sword already held high ready for the strike. She was aiming for the new arrivals as the original beast was being secured by an ample amount of defenders. Her blade made contact with flesh, breaking skin, but only enough to further enrage the already tempered creature.

Tal dismounted and moved nearer to Bevan, ready to defend their position, and help rid the world of these beasts. He nodded briefly as he pulled out his sword, ready for the first contact.

Macros leapt off his horse, drawing nearer to the large beast. Once he was within range, a wave of blue fire was unleashed upon the blinded beast, almost completely engilfing it's head.

Daveon released several more fire arrows towards the two new beasts before he also leapt off his horse and withdrew his elven blade. After quickly enscribing an elven fire rune on the blade, he moved towards the nearest beast.

Serlina's spearhead began glowing Purple-black as she rose quickly to her feet and she began muttering in a shadowly languge causing the glow to increase as she attacked the largest beast in the midsection with an extremely quick and complexated Spear attack from her school and there was an explosion of power into the midsection of the as her spear head connected with its chest.

Bevan, who by now is facing the two creature moving towards the back of the party, readied his blade for the attack, comfortable that his back was defended by Tal's horse.

"Maybe we should think about getting out of here!" he called to his colleagues, "It doesn't look like we are doing to much to them." his voice slightly shaken.

Rhiannon had by now regained her footing, she was looking nervously around, slowly realising that the group was surrounded, the metallic baldes where not cutting deep enough into the beasts and fire was also not working.

Garem was still in the thick of the fight, swinging his two handed sword, watching it barely break the larger creatures hide.

Macros could see his fire balls were having little effect. He quickly changed the gem in his staff to an ice blue saphire as he ducked behind a tree.

After a few quick incantations, an orb of ice was floating above Macros' head. With a hard throw in the direction of the nearest smaller beast, the ball of ice sped directly towards it.

Daveon was nearing the larger beast, his blade glowing with the magiks employed by his elven runes.

"Damn beast, you will suffer the wrath of the shadows now!", seizing the opportunity, Atheril climbs the creaure's back, thanks to the distraction Serlina was making. He grabs the creature neck, trying to regain his balance, pulling out a strange, twisted dagger from his boot...

If I stab him in the back of the head, maybe I could bring down this beast in just one well-placed stroke. He place the ensorcelled dagger deep inside the creature's neck, expecting to cut down the creature's nervous system.

The ice orb made a few swerving passes before making direct contact with one of the smaller beasts. Immediately, the ice began to spread. Within minutes the ice had spread all over the creature, completely freezing. It had attempted to break free but was overpowered by Macros's magiks.

Daveon neared the huge creature's tree like leg. The runes on his blade flared to life as he began to hack through the immensely thick limb.

Serlina struck again this time to the creatures chest as she muttered something in old Voreni.

The roar filled the air, a mixture of anger and agony, a sound that would fill the strongest hearts with fear. The stabbing pain in its neck and chest consumed it, its temper rising, as it back into a tree freeing itself from the man in its back. Its hand grabbing for the spear in its chest.

Jadira following up from Macros' crippling attack on the beast, began to hack away at the fallen creature, hoping to stop it from rising. Her mouth moving silently in prayer.

Tal, his back pressed up against his horse, with Bevan at his side slashed wildly at the crazed beast before them. As if it knew the suffering of its fellows, it reared onto its back legs, huge jaws dripping with saliva. It's bellow drowning out the agonised cry of the first. In a move that belied it size, the creature pounced aiming for the two standing before it...

Bevan gasped as the creature leapt towards him, he lifted his blade in a futile attempt to protect himself/
He felt the creatures weight press against his body, forcing him onto the ground, he closed his eyes waiting for death to consume him. But it did not come.

He could feel the monster on him, why had it not killed him? He slowly opened his eyes to be greated with the face of the creature, it eyes misted over, its tongue hanging from the side of its mouth. Bevan lay there for a while, he could not feel the creatures breath on his face.

Suddenly Bevan realised that the creature had lept onto his blade, spearing itself through the chest as it tried to kill him. Bevan could not deny the irony, he chuckled quietly to himself as he roled out from underneath the corpse.

Macros and Daveon helped Bevan to his feet.

"Are you ok?"

Macros stood ready for any other attacks whilst Daveon made sure the beast was dead.

Bevan brushed himself off, forgetting momentarily about the struggle around him. He looked at Macros "Well i've got my arms and my legs." he replied, suddenly his eyes widdened , returning to the body of the fallen beast he pulled his blade from the corpse.

"Almost forgot this!" he stated before truning to face the large creature still fighting the party.

Just as the creature granbed Serlina's spear; she finished her chant and sent an blast of energy directly into inside the creatures chest.

Macros and Daveon watched as the beast was hurtled backwards from the intense blast.

Macros grinned.

"She doesn't look like she needs any help. Are there any more of these things running around?"

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Serlina called out to Atheril as she held a death grab on her spear, the creature leting go after the intense blast into its chest that sent it flying. "You all right."

Tal turned around in time to see the beast fly backwards and hit the tree behind it. The thud resounded back to where the group stood, weary from the battle. Falling to the floor, the huge creature let out a loud death cry, which moments later was answered, the voice coming from distance away.

Looking around at his companions, Tal checked to see that they were all in one piece, that none needed any aid. He turned to Bevan. "Are you alright? That was mighty close back there." He patted him once on the back and turned to the others.

"I think we should move, before those others arrive." Almost the actuate his point another bellow punctuated the air. "And I think it should be soon."

He walked over to Jadira, who was wiping her sword again the carcass of one of the fallen beasts. "You ready to go?" He watched her give a nod of assent, and made his way to prepare for their departure.

Macros and Daveon returned to their horses and approached Tal. Daveon stepped forward as he sheathed his sword.

"I agree. It seems there are too many of these beasts."

"Thats all well and good!" Bevan beagn as he watched the members of the party by their horses.

"But i seem to have a problem" he looked down at the corpse of his steed.
"What am i going to do without my horse?"

Garem sheathed his sword and walked over the the fallen beast, he landed a hefty kick into it before turning and walking back to his horse.
"That made me feel a whole lot better." he chortled.

Serlina glared the the large beast she had finished off. "Bloody beast, we better grab the Princling over there if he isn't awake after what happened and leave."

Atheril mounts his horse next to Serlina, and looks at her with different eyes "I'm fine, thanks for asking. You did a magnificent job with those beasts". He smiled for the first time, his eyes changing a bit more...happier.

Serlina nodded. "You didn't do bad your self, but it was rather foolish to leap onto the beast like that, your lucky you can still stand much less mount a horse."

"I used to ride hydras and dragons back in my homeland. It's rare in dragons, but usually the hydras enter in a berserker state. That beast was just a calm donkey compared to a enraged, seven-headed scaly beast" Atheril says, almost laughing...

Serlina chuckled for prehaps the second time on the jouriny. "I wouldn't even think of riding a Hydra or a Dragon, I prefer riding something that doesn't concider eating me."

Daveon could pick up the deafening roars of other forest beasts as he and Macros pulled their horse up next to Serlina and Atheril.

"I don't mean to interrupt. But now would be a good time to leave. There are more beasts out there heading this way."

Atheril's smile dissapears suddenly, replaced by a worried look. "You're right, cousin, let's get the hell out of here". He whispers some words at the horse's ear. "Let's go".

Serlina remounted her Voreni Steed. "Yes, I don't care to fight a whole pack of them."

Macros headed over to Tal Jadira.

"So where to now?"

"After you've finished you admiration session!" Bevan called out, "Maybe we can discuss the travel arrangements." he lent down by the side of his dead horse and unbuckled the saddle and bags. "I don't think i'm going to be getting far on this alone." he looked at the saddle in his arms.

"Or do you expect me to walk all the way to find this artifact?"

BuMp!

Tal, moved over to his horse, running his hand slowly over its flesh trying to calm the animal before mounting. The beast was uneasy, and the continued sounds of other creatures did little to help, but he was steady enough not to toss his rider.

Tal turned to Macros, as he approached, his face returning to its usual jocular expression, although there was a heightened awareness in his gaze. He too felt the growing presence of terror in the air.

Pointing up ahead, as he turned his horse to the correct direction, Tal spoke loud enough for the whole group to hear. “If we come out in the right place, we may be able to swing round, and stop at the little village on the edge of GreenHorn, that’s if we don’t send up too far off our original path.” He looked up ahead to where Jadira was, preparing herself to lead the group on their way.

Jadira eyed her companions, until her attention was drawn to Bevan’s voice. His shouted query stopped her, and she turned to face him, bringing her horse slowly over to him and his fallen mount.

“Take only what you need.” She looked at the saddle in his arms, and shook her head slowly. “That stays. You can always come back and get it once we’re through.” She smiled, not altogether nicely, but there was humour in her eyes. “Then you’d better get on.”

Bevan dropped the saddle, "There is no way that i'm coming back in here." he said as he climbed up on the horse. "I'll just take my saddle bags." he commented.

Rhiannon had by now calmed her horse down enough to mount it, she cantered up beside the party. "I guess we can get a good nights sleep when we get to this village?" her voice sounded cheerful as she thought about the comfortable bed that may await her.

Atheril dismounts and takes his sword, his whip, a pair of daggers, a little backpack and three tiny pouches. "I'm ready, a night in a bed is not going to hurt me". Then he whispers some words in his mount's ear, and the horse leaves in an elegant stride.

Daveon and Macros awaited the departure. Macros kept his staff at hand whilst Daveon was always ready to unleash a volly of arrows.

Macros spoke.

"In that case I suggest we leave."

Once everyone had settled for the onward journey, Jadira moved her horse swiftly to the front of the group, taking her usual position of guide. She had been through the forest many times, and although she had mainly stuck to the path, she was certain she could find their way out. There seemed to be a track running through the thickets, the favoured routes of the beasts that dwell in the darkness.

The party could hear the continued howls and cries that permeated the air. Sometimes the sound appeared to come from behind a nearby tree, or sometimes from a great distance, but wherever it came from, the owners never showed themselves, leaving the group to continue along unhindered.

Greenhorn was a huge forest, and the usual route took several hours, this new passage that they had been forced to take added an extra few to that total, as they circled swamps and fallen trees that blocked their way, making the best of a bad thing. Until finally they ominous feeling began to leave, as the foliage and canopy slowly thinned out marking the end of the trees.

Suddenly they found themselves back under the open sky, the sun already beginning to set. Taking a deep breath of clean air, Tal started to whistle, expressing his relief to finally be free of the woods, and the potentially lethal beasts. Looking back at the exit, he saw the tree branches move until there was no sign of where they had just emerge from.

In the distance, less than an hour’s ride away, stood their next goal. The little town of Reena, nestled between two hills, was the last stopping place before the reaching the border of Mar-nu-Falmar. Small wisps of smoke could be seen rising into the sky, giving the place a welcoming feel.

Taking the lead, Tal moved his horse to the front of the group, and smiled to Jadira as he moved near. “Well, looks like we were lucky with our exit, we’re closer than I thought we would be.”

Jadira turned and smiled, her eyes reflecting the setting sun. “If our luck holds out, we should be there before nightfall.” She turned her attention to the route ahead. “Lead the way.”

Serlina spoke. "I had thought this town had been destroyed by orc raids."

"Almost all towns had been once destroyed by orcs raids. Interesting lot, those orcs. With a little more discipline they could achieve many things, but...", Atheril smiles...

Macros grinned as he gazed upon the setting sun.

"It is good to be out of such a dark place."

He continued along the path, pulling up next to Rhiannon.

"How are you feeling lady?"

Daveon was also relieved to be out of the forest. He still kept a grip on his bow, but was less worried about being attacked at the moment.

"Wierd." Rhiannon stated "I can't put my finger on it. How on earth did i manage to sned those lights into the creatures face. Why did it happen then, I didn't ask to do anything like that." Rhiannon was still obviously confused about her new powers.

Bevan leant over Jadira's shoulder, "It looks as if we might have been the first people to survive travelling off that path for a long time."

Macros grinned.

"It's all normal. At the moment your powers are based your reaction and not your action. As time goes by and your body gets used to it, you'll be able to command your powers."

"So what you are telling me is that at any moment I could blast some fireballs from my finger tips because I get slightly edgy?" Rhiannon says,

"Is it wise that we go into a populated area if I'm going to kill half of them in an accidental inferno!" panic appeared in her vopice as she thought of the consequences of her magical ability.

Meanwhiel Garem was riding towards the town at a brisk pace, it was almost as if the smoke rising from the countless fireplaces were beckoning him onwards.

Atheril smiles at Rhiannon "Then you better place those fingers away from me. I don't like fire, heat, light or anything like that. However, I hope that nothing happens in that town to trigger your powers. Looks like a very quiet village".

Serlina spoke cryptly. "Quiet peaceful towns and villages often hold dark secrets. But if so, I doubt we will find out and our journry goes else where."

Jadira nodded her head and smiled, at Bevan's statement. "I do believe not many have been as fortunate as we were today." She kicked the horse on, as she followed Tal toward Reena. "Someone must be smiling down on us."

Tal lead the group slowly towards the village, the wide open plane siphoning into the gorge between the two hills, that protected Reena from the east and west. Situated in the middle, the village had grown up along the trade route from Mar-nu-Falmar and its neighbours.

Not a huge village, Reena consisted of the usual establishments; an Inn, a store, a blacksmiths, a trading post, and a scattering of houses. An inviting place, where the locals would welcome you into their tiny world with a smile and a kindly word. Although, there was a weariness, hidden behind friendly eyes. They feared the forest and the Orcs that appeared near the border.

It was due to this threat that a group of soldiers stayed permanently in Reena, protecting it from the attacking hordes, as well as deterring any passing opportunists, hoping to lighten some unfortunate merchants purse.

Entering the village, Tal guided his horse over to the Inn's courtyard. Dismounted he walked his horse over to the stables, waiting for the others to follow suit. He turned to his companions, a look of relief softened his features.

"We're here for the night." It hadn't been his plan, he had hoped that they would be several miles along their journey, but the detour in Greenhorn had altered this slightly. "We move out first thing, I'll arrange somewhere for us to bed down."

He handed the reins of his horse and a coin to the lad in the stables, then turned back to the others. "And don't cause any trouble, I don't want to have to leave any of you here when we leave." He smiled to lighten the mood, and headed into the Inn to make arrangements.

Bevan walked away from the party, he knew what Tal had said, but this was too good an opportunity to miss. If this really was a trade route then there would be plenty of Merchants with heavy purses. Besides Bevan needed a new horse and it only seemed fair that he should be helped with the costs.

Garem had paid the stable boy and then paced off to the nearest Inn, no doubt to drink his weight in mead.

Serlina watched Bevan, her eyes staring into his back not that it could seen with her hooded cloak shadowing out her face, then when he dispeared out of sight she went inside the inn.

Atheril reaches his purse, showing several golden coins "Maybe this could help you to find us a comfortable place. Please take it, I have several favors to repay to all of you".

Turning at the sound of Atheril's voice, Tal grins and shakes his head at the offered money. "There is no need, I assure you, all costs are under control." He stares at the coins in his hand. "I wouldn't wave those around, some of those here are only too willing to help lighten your purse."

He nodded his head at Jadira, who was settling her horse into the stables, and headed into the Inn. His eyes scanning those present, his brief nods acknowledging those he recognised. He moved over to the bar, where he began to make arrangements with the Landlord.

Macros couldn't help but grin at Rhiannon's panic.

"Calm down. You're not going to explode if you are startled. If you were in real danger and under threat, then you may start with the fire. Anyway, as each night passes, your powers will become easier to control."

Macros continued down the path and into the stables where Daveon awaited. After dismounting and paying the stable boy, the pair headed into the inn.

After puting her horse in the stables, Serlina entered the Inn. As she entered eyes all over the common room faced her as the inn went deathly quiet for a moment and a few people left quickly to go out a rear exit. When she sat down, people moved away from her and began to either ingore her or whisper nerviously glancing her way.

After puting her horse in the stables, Serlina entered the Inn. As she entered eyes all over the common room faced her as the inn went deathly quiet for a moment and a few people left quickly to go out a rear exit. When she sat down, people moved away from her and began to either ingore her or whisper nerviously glancing her way.

Rhiannon decided that she should follow Bevan. Knwoing him any plan that he was likely to come up with included her or Garem. And Garem had already decided on drinks rather than wealth.

(OOC: Just a quick note, I have asked and been accepted to play the innkeeper of this particular establishment whilst Bevan and Rhiannon are off doing whatever they are doing!)

Atheril followed Serlina to the inn. He saw the amazed faces of the common people. "They look impressed with your presence, I better hide myself, shadowelves aren't loved by the populace", he says, hiding his face beneath the hood of his cloak.

Daveon slung his bow back over his shoulder as he entered the inn. He made his way directly to a corner table and sat, watching the crowd.

Macros walked through the doorway leaning on his staff. His cloak covered all but his mouth as he made his way toward the bar. Once there, he sat down and ordered.

"Could I get your best ale and a hot meal?"

From behind the bar a gaunt figure appeared, dressed in faded clothes, that were once rich with colour and textures, around his waist hung a heavily stained apron. His face was long and pale, his teeth crooked and stained through years of neglect. Through the strands of hair that hung from his head sat two bright eyes, which twinkled with life. Possibly the only thing about this man that was vaguely attractive.

“Good evenin’ gentlemen” he said, he voice soft, his mouth crept into a smile at the corner.
“My name is Cecil Futterbuk, your host in this den of food and drink, known as the “The Rampant Cockerel ”, how can I be of assistance, your wish is, as they say, my command” the strange figure cups his hands together as he waits for a reply.

His pause is only short lived as he continues his sales pitch, “We have the finest imported wines from throughout the region, as well as the best cuisine in all the lands. Why not try “Honey suckled boar” or “Nut Roast Chicken”, but for those of you than really fancy a taste of the exotic, why not sample the culinary brilliance of “Griffin Steak” freshly imported from the coasts of Hesniech.” Again he pauses. Watching each person of the party like a hawk.

"Elven wine. A bottle", says Atheril, hiding his face from beneath the hood "Who hunted the griffin?, anyway", he asks, his voice with a tone of amusement.

Serlina chuckled slightly and spoke. "I have that effect on people, I think it has to do with my reptation." Serlina spoke again. "Cecil? I thought the Orcs got you in their last raid."

Macros smiled.

"I'll have a bottle of wine and a honey suckled boar please. Oh, and a bottle of elven wine for my friend over there."

Macros indicates Daveon sitting over in the corner.

Cecil spoke the order out loud, just to help memorise then turned to a maid that was walking by, quickly he grabbed her arm and pulled her close. He whispered the order and then sent her on her way.

Mr Futterbuk, then turned to Serlina “Don’t worry about Orcs here Miss. Its been a long time since they have tried to attack this place. Reena is far to important for Mar-nu-Falmar not to protect us.” He leans forward, “You see this village is right on a trade route, all the best merchant come here, and sell their goods. I guess that why there is a military presence at all times.” Cecil smiles, “This place is as safe as a fortress.”

He then turned his attention to Atheril, “I would expect that they were the greatest Hunters around to kill a mighty Griffin, otherwise I would not serve such delicacies in my establishment.” He paused for a while.

“So what brings you here? Have you been on the road long?”

A sarcastic grin crossed Macros' face.

"We just had a jolly time passing through the forest. A lot of lovely pets in there."

Mr Futterbuk returned the smile, "Isn't it lucky that we have that path through the forest. If it weren't for Kementari envoking a spell on that trade rooute we would be in trouble."

He pauses for a second then continues, "think of it, all those Merchants that would have to travel a few extra days to pass around those trees. Lucky for us that no one is stupid enough to draw blood or cast a spell on that road." he quips.

"Why have you come here then? You don't look like merchants. More like travellers. Does that mean you've been on the road long?" He asked for a second time.

Atheril started chuckling. "Oh, for Corellon, now this is a good joke", he turns to his companions and said "All right, I suppose we need to do something to fix what we had done back in the woods".

Macros rolls his eyes.

"Um.... yeh, about the path...... it kinda broke."

"Broken, what do you mean broken?" Cecil choked on his words as he tried desperately to remain calm.

"How can this be, that path was created by a God! Who in their right mind would destroy it. Don't you understand this is our life force, this is worse than any Orc attack. Without that trade route, Merchants won't want to come here, they'll go to another town and then travel around Greenhorn." Mr Futterbuk covered his face in his hands as he tried to comprehend the magnitude of what was happening.

"Please tell me you are joking with me!"

Macros attempted a grin but failed.

"I'm afraid it is broken. I'm not quite sure how. Perhaps there is a way to restore it?"

Cecil pulled up a chair from a nearby table and sat down, he cupped his head in his hands.

"Of course its not fixable, unless a god owes you a favour!" he voice filled with worry and anger in equal measures, "I can't believe this has happened. Was there any one else there with you?" he asked, trying desperatley to understand what was happening to him.

Serlina spoke. "I am a shadowmaster of the Shadow Queen, she who protects agiast the evils that lurk in the darkness, I could ask her to create a new protective path. It would ward off monsters and evil spirits of the path, however it will not protect you from your fellow man. She would likely require a shrine to be build with gifts to be left there. She is rather fond of flowers, fruits, nuts, and some other things."

Macros turned to Serlina.

"How exactly did it break?"

Daveon continued to sit in the corner, observing the occupants. He recieved a few glares from people but ignored them.

"Because you doubted your safety under Kementari's protection."

The voice was ice cold, chilling the room several degrees as she entered, Jadira walked over to the table where Macros and Serlina were talking. Her face was grim, her eyes carried an anger that she didn't try to hide.

She turned to Serlina, looking deep into the hood, as if she was staring directly into her eyes. "Your Shadow Queen will not be needed in Mar-nu-Falmar. We have our Goddess, we don't need another." She looked at the others. "Unless, of course, you want to anger her even more than you have already."

She turned to Cecil, and nodded her greeting. "Place is quiet tonight, Futterbuk. Been caught watering the beer again?" She smiled, as she made her way over to Tal.

Serlina spoke. "I think I can deal with having her angry at me, my godess will protect me. I will as always go by the tenets of my faith even if it doesn't make everyone else happy." She chuckles dryly. "No wonder the Lightlord and the Shadow Queen concider Kementari a wet blanket and touchy. If her clerics are anything to go by."

"Insulting a god shouldn't be taken lightly. I'm what I am thanks to a enraged god. Divine curses are long and powerful, Serlina. Tell me, Jadira, How can we fix what we had done?", says Atheril, true sorrow painted in his face.

Serlina spoke in her usually calm emotionless voice. "Kementari doesn't have to like me, Serveni knows the reasons behind that which I do. If Kementiri has a problem with that she can take it up with my goddess."
Serlina paused and continued. "As Spear Grandmaster Terixi says, Dorstia the Light Lord and Serveni the Shadow Queen knows somethings one must do will anger others even gods, but it is for the greater good."

Macros kept quiet. The worshipping of gods wasn't very common in Khadrim so he didn't really have anything to say. He continued to eat his meal and listen to the others.

Cecil cleared his throat, "I'm sorry Madam, but it is not wise to speak ill of Kementari, whether or not you believe in another god." he lent forward, keeping his voice quiet, so that his patrons could not hear.

"We are in Mar-nu-Falmar right now, Kementari raised this nation from beneath the waves, she can easily put us... and you back there. She is the creator God, everything you see was built by her. Everyone in this town and in this bar worships Kementari." he pauses.

"I guess what i'm trying to say, is that your attack on our god, is unwarrented, it shows a lack of respect, Where we show respect to your dieties. We would never dream of questioniung your Gods. So please can you keep your beliefs to yourself, or my patrons might take the law into their own hands."

"This is not a threat madam, I have seen plenty of people like you, full of stories about their greatness, but no one has seen the deeds, it hurts me to see another young lady belive she is something that she is not. Please do not tell my nation who to worship and why, do not tell us who to fear, or that you are the greatest of heroes that ever passed. I have seen hundreds of people like you, each one of them died, completely misunderstanding the world which they where in. I don't care how good you are with your weaponary, when your time comes, and let me say with an attitude like yours it will come. You will pick a fight with the wrong people, and trust me when I say, that I do get the wrong sort in here. And your proficiency in weapons will count for nothing."

Cecil moved to the bar area and walked back with the orders, "Now please enjoy your meals." he smiled