"Do you remember that time in the infirmary..?"
"That halfling, what was his name?"
"So annoying, and then I gave him that box that was WAY out of his range..."
"I didn't know such a little person could make such a big mess!"
"He deserved it."
"Goodness, and then Lady Annael came in to see what the fuss was and I panicked. You blamed it right on his friend with such a straight face, and she believed you!"
“She always did, it is my open and honest nature.”
The women dissolve into laughter, linking arms as they stroll down the street. The Elven woman slows her pace, gazing at her companion appraisingly as the Empath wipes a tear from her eye. "We really need to do this more often, Sonjaa. We do not see nearly enough of you."
The Human flushes slightly, still charmingly easy to fluster after all this time. "I know, m’Lady. ‘Tis like we say this every time we get together, and then something always..."
A sudden clamor rises to break the early morning quiet, warning bells and shouting coming from the general direction of the western gate.
"Right on cue," the Elf mutters.
Pebbles and Splinters, continued
“Hurry Brother, I need your help.”
The thought, brought through the albredine ring network, carries its own weight in pain and focused anger, spurring the Ranger’s stride. A startled guard barely manages to remove himself from the oncoming Ranger’s path as Maltris runs swiftly through the city gates towards his brother. Onlookers and passersby flinch away as the armed woodsman dashes by, his fully grown wolf hot on his heels.
Running to the end of the block where Mazrian and Kaelie’s home still shows the damage of recent battle, he pauses briefly, taking in the war preparations of his family. Trotting up to Samsaren they clasp forearms firmly before the Paladin hands over a waterskin. Taking a deep draught the Ranger nods, muttering “Thanks.” Glancing around briefly he turns his gaze back to the older Paladin. “So, what did I miss?”
Sighing briefly, Samsaren nods to his Squire who is paired with Khaelyn preparing their equipment. “They took another shot at the folks here. Khaelyn and Eckan handled it, though the house took the worst of it. More to point however, I suspect Mazrian decided to try to bring this to a rapid close and went off alone. His location cannot be found magicly, so I’m leaning towards something a bit more...predictable.” The Paladin nods respectfully towards the wolf seated at Maltris’ side. “Kaelie has a few items of his clothing, recently worn. Up for a hunt?”
Maltris nods. “Certainly, though trying to lead all of you will slow things down a great deal, especially if we’re trying to track at the same time.” The Elf squints a moment, thinking. “Though, there’s no reason why I need to limit myself to my own resources.” Closing his eyes briefly in thought, he then takes the shirt from Kaelie, tearing it in half. “Meet me at the Northern Gate,” the Ranger says, taking off without waiting for a response.
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The thought, brought through the albredine ring network, carries its own weight in pain and focused anger, spurring the Ranger’s stride. A startled guard barely manages to remove himself from the oncoming Ranger’s path as Maltris runs swiftly through the city gates towards his brother. Onlookers and passersby flinch away as the armed woodsman dashes by, his fully grown wolf hot on his heels.
Running to the end of the block where Mazrian and Kaelie’s home still shows the damage of recent battle, he pauses briefly, taking in the war preparations of his family. Trotting up to Samsaren they clasp forearms firmly before the Paladin hands over a waterskin. Taking a deep draught the Ranger nods, muttering “Thanks.” Glancing around briefly he turns his gaze back to the older Paladin. “So, what did I miss?”
Sighing briefly, Samsaren nods to his Squire who is paired with Khaelyn preparing their equipment. “They took another shot at the folks here. Khaelyn and Eckan handled it, though the house took the worst of it. More to point however, I suspect Mazrian decided to try to bring this to a rapid close and went off alone. His location cannot be found magicly, so I’m leaning towards something a bit more...predictable.” The Paladin nods respectfully towards the wolf seated at Maltris’ side. “Kaelie has a few items of his clothing, recently worn. Up for a hunt?”
Maltris nods. “Certainly, though trying to lead all of you will slow things down a great deal, especially if we’re trying to track at the same time.” The Elf squints a moment, thinking. “Though, there’s no reason why I need to limit myself to my own resources.” Closing his eyes briefly in thought, he then takes the shirt from Kaelie, tearing it in half. “Meet me at the Northern Gate,” the Ranger says, taking off without waiting for a response.
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