((The return adventure to the Sonari Village. For Dani, Dionne, Ama, Miroslaw, and Zarr.
Post here once your gear is set, we won't be stopping to shop along the way...))
::It was dawn on the day following the meeting in the Tavern, and Dani was rubbing down her horse as she watched the sun rise. She had her things packed and stored and was only waiting for the rest of her party to show up.::
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."
Miroslaw was also there, bright and early. He was looked fresher than he normally did. He cleaned his armor and shined his boots. He even took a bath and put on his flower perfume. Truly, the finest the man may ever look. It was impressive for Miroslaw, but still not that impressive.
Seeing Dani with a horse immediately made Miroslaw fear that he may be required to ride one for the sake of not slowing the party down. He tried not to show his anxiety when he approached the ladies. He tried to speak proper and avoid his normal murmured words, "He... Morning, ladies." He stated, stumbling in trying to think of what greeting would be best. right off to a bad start.
He continues the conversation, hoping the ladies didn't dwell on his stutter too much, "I don't recall catching your names in the tavern." It was his attempt at casual conversation while waiting on the rest of the party.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
A loud yawn is heard from a distance, scaring the birds nearby away. The large old Soren is seen hunched back dragging his sorry butt to the group. He was definitely not a morning person and his eyes would prove it. They seemed to be trying their best to stay open. Once he arrived next to Miro, he grumbled over to the group.
Hey.... Lets kill some.
Seeing Dani's horse, he points over to it with a confused look on his face. After a long pause he speaks.
Despite her shorter stature, Ama placed herself in between the horse and Zarr. She held up her right hand, giving the worldly-recognized 'halt' signal.
"No, no, you big lug. We don't eat the horse until AFTER we've run out of food. If you're hungry now, you'll just have to nibble on one of your fingers."
Having felt that she'd saved the horse from an early death, the young Haisheth spun around and rejoined Dani, where she was less likely to be mistaken for a meal.
::She smiled at the attempt at being a well groomed Soren and tried to make it look more like she was glad to see him then her being amused at his appearance.::
"My name's Dani. That's Ama."
::She gestured to the Haisheth. Giving her a wave in greeting at she approached.::
"And Dionne was with us in the Tavern, but is not here at the moment."
((She will either show up here, or I will have her be scouting ahead, depending on if Dionne posts before we get underway...))
::She watches the other Soren approach, but when he reaches for his axes, the smile drops from her face and she moves to step between the horse and the man, but the Haisheth was much quicker.
She steps back after Ama has her say, but keeps an eye on Zarr regardless.::
"Thank you, Ama.
Does anyone object to riding? We will get there much quicker. No doubt the stables have draft horses we can use for you...gentlemen."
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."
"A pleasure to meet you ladies, I am Miroslaw." He stated, still trying to maintain a more proper form of speech. He ended up trailing off a bit as he continued, "I do hope this outing yields a bit more success than my last encounter with the beasts."
As Zarr approached he gave a simple nod of acknowledgment, then bellowed out laughter at the unacclimated Soren's ignorance. Then, after the situation quickly died down, the dreaded question came.
Miroslaw immediately tried to pawn his objection off on Zarr, "Well... ummm... Considering this fellow was ready to make a meal of yours, I doubt riding is an option." Miroslaw did not want to be forced to display his odd ritual in front of the ladies. It would add to the travel though, so if Zarr did know how, Miroslaw would suck it up.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Seeing as the girls got all defensive over the horse, Zarr stopped reaching for his axe. Looks like they were going to be riding horses then. So much for breakfast.
Huh?... Okay. Sorry about that, its just that Zarr don't think that he can ride this pony but if the stables have horses for our size, sure why not. These old legs can only run so much. Zarr needs the strongest horse to carry his weight and not break its back or he'd have to eat it instead... which is not a bad idea cause Zarr needs his fingers.
He licked his lips still looking at the horse that seemed so tasty at the moment.
If it meant not having to walk all the way to this Sonari village Ama had problem riding a horse. She had, of course, only been horse riding once in her life. But that hadn't been a totally unpleasant experience. The young Haisheth was in fact looking forward to the journey. Encountering these Thorn elves, on the other hand, not so much.
"I'll keep an eye on old- Zarg, was it?" Ama chimed in. "If he so much as looks at his horse the wrong way I'll chuck my boot at his head."
Word had traveled since the night previous, with haste at that. Not long after the discussion in the tavern, intel regarding the matter of reclaiming an abandoned village has indeed piqued the Warven's interest.
Something to do....outside of Wistvale...
Seemed promising as well as an excuse to leave the city and the confines of duties. The next morning he had gathered his things feeling the rush of anticipation as he sheathed his blade in the baldric at his back.
He was greeted by a group of Sentinels on his way out of the compound eager to escort him to the gates. He waved them off and told them no need as he fastened his cloak around his neck. They followed him anyway parting from him when he neared the main gate leading out of Wistvale.
He stopped and scanned the immediate area looking for those that were described to him. Seeing some of them that fit the descriptions he approached.
"Hail friends, word tells me there are folk heading to rid a village of raiders. Am I to assume correctly that you all are the ones from the Tavern last night?"
Her black horse rushed through the streets, as Dionne made her way to the meeting spot. She was a little late, but wanted to make sure everything was in place.
Upon arrival, she was a little surprised seeing the numbers, taken back by the likes that has decided to join their adventure - and in that what their motives would really be for doing so.
In silence she kept her distance, deciding to watch the strangers first, before risking turning her back on them, Dionne gripped her bow tight in one hand, half considering going alone.
It seems your friend will be ok with riding. And it really would be faster.
As I said, I'm sure the stables will have draft horses that should suit your needs. They will be a bit slower, but still faster and less tiring than walking."
::She started to turn away to head to the stableboy when she saw the Warven in the purple cloak approach. He had an air of authority and judging from the cloak he was a Sentinel, but aside from that she knew nothing of the man.::
"We are, Officer.
Is there a problem? Our destination lies outside the city walls, I assumed there would be no issue needing Sentinel attention."
::As she spoke to the Warven, she noticed Dionne riding up on her horse and was about to greet her when she saw the Sonari draw up short and examine the group. Perhaps it would be best to avoid including her until she got whatever this Sentinel needed taken care of.
If there was a problem, she did not want to incude her friend in it if she could help it.::
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."
"Zaedus. No need for formalities at this junction."
He said, bowing his head down in greeting as he usually did. He glanced quickly at the others before returning his gaze to the woman in front of him.
"As for Sentinel matters, anything is a Sentinel matter if I deem it so. However, this venture will not be on the official books so to speak."
He said in a rather matter-of-fact manner. He winced internally, he had been so used to dealing with other Sentinels it seemed to have seeped even into his day to day ramblings with those unaffiliated with the Sentinels. He cleared his throat and continued.
"I have long since been looking for an opportunity to do something that did not entail my usual duties. After hearing about this excursion, I simply thought I would lend a hand. If you would have me that is."
Dionne couldn't stop herself from letting out a smirk. Pffft!A non corrupted Sentinel?
She wasn't going to believe that, but kept her mouth shut and didn't ride closer to voice her concern. At the end of the day, she was going to let Dani lead them, and it was up to her to choose the party.
Even if it was for the wrong reasons, they could use more people - those Thorn Elves did not look all that friendly last time.
Upon seeing the Warven with the Sentinel uniform, Zarr shook his head. He thought to himself that they were all about to get interrogated now. His first impression with the Sentinels was not a good one.
Bah!
He turned and grumbled to himself while they decided who all was ready to depart, walking towards the stables to get himself a horse.
... horse not breakfast... not let Zarr enter town... lady on period... Where's Zarr's steed?... bah!