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Zharah
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A very odd encounter

Post by Zharah » Sun Jan 12, 2014 10:21 pm

While we were on a rescue mission deep in the Braem woods Lord Zanel of Andor and I had an odd encounter.


ooc: apologies for the rough clean up of the log





[ Exits: n s ]

A roan gelding, following Zanel is standing here.

Zanel, wielding a bone-handled greatsword, following you is fighting a spear huntress!

A man dressed in black, wielding a flaming heron-marked blade is standing here.


A gray mare has arrived from the north.



Zanel looks at A man dressed in black.



A man dressed in black leans against the building.


l
Pig's Sty Outside a Primitive Smithy

The muddied earth is sometimes knee deep, and the even in the most shallow

spots, it is ankle deep and tricky to traverse through. This provides the

perfect arena to raise pigs, and it appears the natives of this primitive

village have done just that. Poorly sectioned-off pens lie off the sides of

the roughly-defined track before you, and each house at least five adult pigs.

At one end of the track, north, there lies a large smithy, its stone foundation

suggesting a degree of architectural knowledge. It is smaller than most

smithys found in the modern world, but considering the size of the village, it

keeps its warriors and hunters well stocked.

There are slight traces of blood here.

[ Exits: n s ]

The corpse of a spear huntress is lying here.

A gray mare, following you is standing here.

A roan gelding, following Zanel is standing here.

Zanel, wielding a bone-handled greatsword, following you is standing here.

A man dressed in black, wielding a flaming heron-marked blade is standing here.


look man
You see nothing special about him.


A man dressed in black is in excellent condition.


A man dressed in black is using:

both hands a flaming heron-marked blade

on head a blackened crown, fashioned from human skulls

about body a deathly still cloak of ebon black

on forearms a set of reinforced blackened steel vambraces

on hands a set of reinforced blackened steel gauntlets

on legs a set of reinforced blackened steel greaves

on feet a set of reinforced blackened steel boots





Lord Zanel says, in a precise dialect, 'Careful, girl.'


nod
You nod.



Lord Zanel says, in a precise dialect, 'Who are you?'




Zanel looks at A man dressed in black.


emote stands quietly

Zharah stands quietly




Something smells...wrong about this man.





Zanel stands alert.




A man dressed in black says, 'I'm just someone who heard of what was happening here and thought I'd come see for myself.'




Lord Zanel says, in a precise dialect, 'You have come to save the blacksmith?'




Zanel seems to relax, only slightly.




A man dressed in black smirks.



A man dressed in black says, 'No, more to see how it went'





emote remains very alert, sensing something is very wrong here
Zharah remains very alert, sensing something is very wrong here



A man dressed in black looks at you.



A man dressed in black says, 'You have interesting eyes, cub'


Zanel looks from the man, to Zharah, then back to the man.


say I've been told that
You say, 'I've been told that'



A man dressed in black looks at Zanel next.



Zanel blinks, for the first time noticing the man's blade.




A man dressed in black places his hand gently on the hilt of his blade upon seeing Zanel's gaze.



[ Exits: n s ]

The corpse of a spear huntress is lying here.

A gray mare, following you is standing here.

A roan gelding, following Zanel is standing here.

Zanel, wielding a bone-handled greatsword, following you is standing here.

A man dressed in black, wielding a flaming heron-marked blade is standing here.


Lord Zanel says, in a precise dialect, 'What do you want?'



A man dressed in black says, 'I have interest in those who do such truly valiant deeds throughout the lands.'




A man dressed in black says, 'I thought I would come meet the two of you since I was...in the area'



emote listens ..still thinking something is wrong
Zharah listens ..still thinking something is wrong




A man dressed in black leaves south.




You get a very strong smell of confidence and amusement from the man, but there's something else you don't recognize that feels wrong.



The moon rises in its waxing crescent phase.




say Very odd that one such as that would be this far in the woods
You say, 'Very odd that one such as that would be this far in the woods'




A gray mare, following you is standing here.

A roan gelding, following Zanel is standing here.

Zanel, wielding a bone-handled greatsword, following you is standing here.


Zanel looks at you.


scan
You quickly scan the area and see:

a gray mare: right here

a roan gelding: right here

Zanel: right here

a piglet: immediately to the north

a piglet: immediately to the north

Davarn the blacksmith: immediately to the north


Lord Zanel says, in a precise dialect, 'Do not let your guard down...'





Zanel quickly scans the area.



A man dressed in black has arrived from the south.


say I never do
You say, 'I never do'

[ Exits: n s ]

The corpse of a spear huntress is lying here.

A man dressed in black, wielding a flaming heron-marked blade is standing here.

A gray mare, following you is standing here.

A roan gelding, following Zanel is standing here.

Zanel, wielding a bone-handled greatsword, following you is standing here.




look man
You see nothing special about him.



A man dressed in black is in excellent condition.



A man dressed in black is using:

both hands a flaming heron-marked blade

on head a blackened crown, fashioned from human skulls

about body a deathly still cloak of ebon black

on forearms a set of reinforced blackened steel vambraces

on hands a set of reinforced blackened steel gauntlets

on legs a set of reinforced blackened steel greaves

on feet a set of reinforced blackened steel boots



A man dressed in black says, 'Sorry for the interruption, something caught my attention.'



Zanel nods, only a slight dip of his head.


emote glances about
Zharah glances about



Lord Zanel says, in a precise dialect, 'Why is it that you are looking for these.. individuals?'




Lord Zanel says, in a precise dialect, 'It is an odd thing to look for, indeed.'




A man dressed in black says, 'Oh it's more of a hobby to keep tabs then to actually search them out.'


say Seems to be an unusual hobby
You say, 'Seems to be an unusual hobby'


The sun slowly disappears in the west.



A man dressed in black looks at you.


A man dressed in black says, 'You are the new student of Sargon's are you not?'


Zanel blinks his eyes innocently.



say He is one of my teachers
You say, 'He is one of my teachers'



Lord Zanel says, in a precise dialect to you, 'You know Sargon?'




sayto zanel Yes
You say to Zanel, 'Yes'



A man dressed in black says, 'Will you take him a message for me?'


say I can
You say, 'I can'

l
Pig's Sty Outside a Primitive Smithy

The muddied earth is sometimes knee deep, and the even in the most shallow

spots, it is ankle deep and tricky to traverse through. This provides the

perfect arena to raise pigs, and it appears the natives of this primitive

village have done just that. Poorly sectioned-off pens lie off the sides of

the roughly-defined track before you, and each house at least five adult pigs.

At one end of the track, north, there lies a large smithy, its stone foundation

suggesting a degree of architectural knowledge. It is smaller than most

smithys found in the modern world, but considering the size of the village, it

keeps its warriors and hunters well stocked.

There are slight traces of blood here.

[ Exits: n s ]

The corpse of a club warrior is lying here.

The corpse of a spear savage is lying here.

The corpse of a spear huntress is lying here.

A man dressed in black, wielding a flaming heron-marked blade is standing here.

A gray mare, following you is standing here.

A roan gelding, following Zanel is standing here.

Zanel, wielding a bone-handled greatsword, following you is standing here.



scan
You quickly scan the area and see:

A man wearing A man dressed in black: right here

a gray mare: right here

a roan gelding: right here

Zanel: right here

a piglet: immediately to the north

a piglet: immediately to the north

Davarn the blacksmith: immediately to the north

a club warrior: immediately to the south





A man dressed in black steps very close to Zharah, raising one hand up and cupping her cheek for a second, "Tell him his time to decide is running out. Will you, cub?"


A man dressed in black pats Zharah's cheek then steps back.


say I can do that, but I didn't catch your name
You say, 'I can do that, but I didn't catch your name'




Zanel frowns, as if recounting something.


A man dressed in black says, 'He will know who it's from'


A man dressed in black says, 'We're...old friends'

A man dressed in black moves over towards Zanel.


emote nods slowly "I will pass on the message"
Zharah nods slowly "I will pass on the message"



A man dressed in black says, 'And you young man...'


Zanel tenses.

Lord Zanel says, in a precise dialect, 'Another message?'




A dirty, coarse haired pig leaves south.


A man dressed in black says, 'It was a pleasure to meet you'




The night has begun.



Lord Zanel says, in a precise dialect, 'It- ah.'



A man dressed in black smiles but it doesn't touch his eyes.


l
Pig's Sty Outside a Primitive Smithy

The muddied earth is sometimes knee deep, and the even in the most shallow

spots, it is ankle deep and tricky to traverse through. This provides the

perfect arena to raise pigs, and it appears the natives of this primitive

village have done just that. Poorly sectioned-off pens lie off the sides of

the roughly-defined track before you, and each house at least five adult pigs.

At one end of the track, north, there lies a large smithy, its stone foundation

suggesting a degree of architectural knowledge. It is smaller than most

smithys found in the modern world, but considering the size of the village, it

keeps its warriors and hunters well stocked.

[ Exits: n s ]

The corpse of a club warrior is lying here.

The corpse of a spear savage is lying here.

The corpse of a spear huntress is lying here.

A man dressed in black, wielding a flaming heron-marked blade is standing here.

A gray mare, following you is standing here.

A roan gelding, following Zanel is standing here.

Zanel, wielding a bone-handled greatsword, following you is standing here.



Zanel oddly, just nods his head.



A man dressed in black says, 'I have places to be, I will let you two go now'



A man dressed in black leaves south.



Lord Zanel says, in a precise dialect, 'What in the world.'



Zanel rubs his temples, murmuring 'Light!'


say That man makes my skin crawl
You say, 'That man makes my skin crawl'
Zharah

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