You Want Our Help?

“You want our help?” asked Maruc. ”To avenge your fallen kin? We have come in search of knowledge, not fights. However we will not stand idle against injustice. Tell me your story, who started this war and why, only then will we be certain we fight for the cause of justice.”

Miklos lent over to Hasan, “I think these are brutish folk, I do not for a second image they are in possession of the secrets we seek. They have a war, let them keep it. I don’t wish to be dragged into a quarrel not of my making!”

Hasan hushed back to Miklos, “I too do not wish to be in their quarrel, but I think we want to be their friends. Also, might they not know something about what we seek?”

When it seemed the riders were more interested in talk than battle, Feldard lowered his stone, placing it on the pile with the others. Stephan relaxed a bit and smiled at the riders, trying to build more goodwill.

Feldard moved toward the back, keeping watch and listening to the others decide their next course of action.

“The mutts, Miklos, we need to know who are the mutts. Ask them. I cannot!” Hasan’s eyes shined with excitment, but his body was rigid as midwinter ice.

Milkos raised an eyebrow. “Look at the evidence,“ he mentioned quietly to the elf, “the world is full of ancient jackal headed statues of a high culture long gone. In its place we find a race of degenerate warriors. It seems to me the most likely cause was invasion.”

Ludo shook his head, and moved forward to stand beside Miklos. It looked like they had stumbled into the middle of a war,which was the last thing they needed. “Milos, Ludo whispered, we should focus on our task, finding out what the Sons of Night want from this valley, just because we stopped Golthar, does not mean that others will not follow. Ludo looked at these warriors,with suspicion.

Miklos nodded in agreement Ludo’s thoughts were with his own.

With a fresh trail leading to their enemy, the lizard riders did not wish to tarry.

“Come vit ars!” implored the stout warrior. “Yah vilt see, tho mutts be hind all tha be vicked en thas valley!”

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8 responses to “You Want Our Help?

  1. 6:12am, Nytdain, the 16th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Humid, warm

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 30,340/48000
    Miklos: 30,175/40000
    Feldard: 30,725/34000
    Hasan: 29,805/32000
    Stephan: 29,870/32000
    Ludo: 29,490/40,000

  2. Maruc nodded to the others. “We shall see what they have to offer for explanation.”

  3. Ludo

    Ludo shrugged his shoulders, “thats if they are allowed the chance to talk” indicating the warriors with his thumb”. It least the tracks should be easy to follow.

  4. Hasan

    Hasan nodded his brief assent and grinned. Strange though it was, they were on a hunt for wild game. No circumstances were strange enough to emperil the elf prince’s confidence and pleasure at such a task. The elf strung his bow with shocking speed and moved forward into the party’s first rank.

  5. miklosdostevar

    The mage considered the options. Yes, they were putting themselves into the hands of degenerate warriors but they didn’t look much tougher than the bandits that they dealt with on the river all that time ago and they were now in a much better position to handle them. Miklos was still convinced that they wouldn’t be able to help in the search from an acedemic point of view but they might have an oral tradition which may hold some clues. Perhaps their village elders may be able to help? “Maruc is right, we must learn more before we can make any decision. But I for one promise no support wiithout clear evidence.”

  6. Maruc

    “Good, if we are all in agreement? Lead on, Warrior.” Maruc fell into step behind the guard.

  7. Feldard

    Feldard once more took up rear guard position, keeping alert, with his crossbow loaded. From this position he could also keep an eye on all of the riders.

  8. dtwilder

    Stephan fell in line but could not banish a strong feeling of wariness. Like Feldard, he readied his distance weapon for the march. Scanning the surroundings, he did not immediately see the evidence for ambush that the visceral part of his brain warned of. It was early in a day for such stress but such was the lot of the intrepid souls who by dint of circumstance, divine will or innate character were thrust upon a life of uncertain extremes.

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