A Chill Wind Blows.... 6/21/02

[Saga Librarian]

Titannic

As the Tavern is becoming quieter as the night draws to a close, the door slowly creaks open, but instead of the gentle rays of the setting sun, a few stray beams filter past the bulk of the man stooping under the doorframe. A Man and a half tall with a rugged build, the man slowly enters the tavern and closes the door. When stoop up, he is a dominating sight, holding what seems to be a giant harpoon loosly in one hand, but you sence danger from this man, as if at a moments notice, the spear-like weapon could be brought ready...you sence the danger, but no threat.

The air chills as he clumps towards the bar...the smell of blood and battle is eminent from this figure, although of massive stature, he is very quiet. With determined slowness and jurassic patience, he places his harpoon againsed the bar and removes his helm, freeing the graying, but well kept hair within.

As you see him now, his face is scarred from battle, with one such grizzly wound running through his eye socket. The white orb lies motionless while its brother scans the room, looking, searching...

In a voice, that you think is quiet, but rings with presence the man speaks, "Greetin's Outlanders...It be a long time in finding this here place, I hear ye got the best ale this side of Norrath!"

He smiles slowly, but easily, and looks onwards, wondering what the future may hold.


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Tuppen Tangledroots   
Happy Hobbit

Sitting hidden in the rafters of the Tavern, Tuppen hears a quiet voice speak:

"Greetin's Outlanders...It be a long time in finding this here place, I hear ye got the best ale this side of Norrath!"

Tuppen whipers:

"Tis cause I brew it all! heheh"


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Katryna Sowdier
Shamaness of Saga

Katryna returns to the Tavern after her work was complete at the village. Opening the door quietly she enters and goes straight for her table in the corner, throwing her packs down in their usual place she turns to motion to the barkeep to bring her a round. Just then she notices someone blocking her line of sight to the bar, cursing under her breath she lowers herself down into a seat at the table, hoping the barkeep noticed her when she arrived, and is at this very moment preparing her a mug.

Kat eyed the back of the stranger and is very leary of him, her eyes picking up on his weapon leaning against the bar. At that moment the barkeep came out from behind the bar and was bringing her a few ale, Kat sighed with relief but could still feel the tension nestled inside of her, she was not comfortable around persons she did not know.


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Jebbar
Human Cuisinart of Death

Jebbar is already sitting at Katryna's table when she arrives, and offers her some of his bread and cheese.

As he pushes the platter over, he whispers to her, "well at least he SEEMS friendly..."


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Finneas MythHunter
Rake of Freeport

A blond long haired human wanders from the kitchen chewing on a roasted leg of pork with the cook shooing him along. He stops looks at the Northlander wanders behind the bar, pours a couple shots. "Greetings stranger, I'm Finneas. You here for trouble or to drink?" Puts one of the shots in front of the Northlander.


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Siffo
Silly Old Rogue

*Siffo appears next to the stranger nudges him with his elbow, Nudges him in the thigh but a nudge non the less*

Don't mind them, their not normally this sour and if they had the common sense the gods gave a beetle hatchling they would know real trouble doesn't normally come bumbling through the front door lookin fer a drink It sneaks in quiet. Like me.

Well you don't look like yer goin to burst into flames and Trolls or Ogres dumb as they are would never disgiuse them selves in a skirt. So Im guessen yer OK.

Bar keep his next ones on me.

*Siffo flips a coin high in the air towards Finneas. By the time any one looks back he is gone again.*


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KorhilFV
Templar of Tunare

*Barging through the doors, a paladin enters the tavern, armour gleaming in the dim light of the tavern, tall and muscular even for an elf. Rising his sword, he makes a small gesture with his spare hand and the flames of soulfire die down rapidly. Shething his sword, he walks towards the bar hand on hilt, smiling gently to the friendly faces of his guild kin.
Once at the bar, he rests one arm on the bar top to show he is waiting for service, and glances around the tavern looking for the table he will sit at when he gets his wine.

"A bottle of your finest wine, my good man." The bartender nods.

Upon reciving the wine, Korhil strides over to the corner of the room towards Tuppen, but catches the sight of an familar figure in the corner of his eye. The figure was stood at the bar, broad in size, and long gray hair and that spear resting next to him, Korhil smiles whilst approaching the muscular figure from behind.

"Well well well, long time no see friend."


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AlarielleFV
Wandering Paladin

Walking into the tavern, Alarielle sees her husband Korhil at the bar with other friends of theirs. She notices a stranger who seems quite familiar. Feeling the wariness of a few of the drinkers she decides to voice her own opinion. " Ahh I seem to recognise your face Sir and if memory serves me well no one has anything to fear". She beams a smile at the barbarian and reaches for her drink.


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Katryna Sowdier
Shamaness of Saga

Katryna gladfully accepts a bit of the bread and cheese Jebbar offers and then turns her head again towards the stranger.

"Korhil and Alarielle seem to have taken kindly to the stranger, maybe ye are right and he be a friendly sort."

Katryna picks up one of her drinks and passes it to Jebbar, then she picks up another and leans back in her chair to watch things unfold.


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Serinity of FV   
Leviathan Paladin

Striding into the tavern, Serinity immediately sees her dearest friends talkin ta someone she can't recall ever meeting. Going with the "if they are frieds of your's, they are friends of mine" motto, she makes her way next to Alarielle. Asking the bartender to bring the largest mug of cold ale he's got, she whispers into Alarielle's ear, "So who is this fella? A friend of yours I take it?" More loudly to the new fella she says, "Welcome! ifn ye know Korhil an Alarielle, then I'm sure ye has got a good stomach fer ale, Bartender! bring one more, make that two, Alarielle looks thirsty, that wine just ain't gonna cut it." Grinning at Korhil she puts her sword against the wall nearby, and settles onto the closest bar stool.


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AlarielleFV
Wandering Paladin

Alarielle chuckles at Serinity and realises she knows her drinking habits too well. Taking the cold ale from Serinity she turns to her and says "Aye he is a friend but Korhil knows more about him, maybe he can tell you more than me."
Alarielle takes a deep swig from her drink and motions to the barkeeper to bring another. She turns toward the barbarian and bows before him, "Hello friend..we meet again what brings you to the tavern on such a cold winter's night?"


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Titannic

The man smiles at Korhil and Alarielle easily, taking the stien from the barkeep he raises it in the air.

"I drink to you, I drink for honor, I drink for comrarere...I drink...to get Drunk!", says the Northlander
With that, he hoists the stien back, without spilling a drop and drinks.

After the stien is drained, the man looks around.
"I have heard many a tale of the words and deeds of many people in this room...I have..."
The man stops dead, his face contorted, his sences flaring...he scoops his harpoon from the barside and scans the darkness, he seems to be radiating a cold presence...we...are...not...alone.

Blue whisps of, for want of a better word, vapour cloud around the mans barrel chest, down past his legs and up to the tip of the harpoon.
"The spirits are restless, I must make haste to Halas at once, I shall return..."
As he trots for the door, he takes a breif look around his shoulder and says,
"...If I may.

With that, the man ducks under the doorframe and disappears into the cold, windy night


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Bindi the Hobbit
Creeping Crook

Bindi ducks quickly between the barbarian's legs to avoid being bowled over by him as she enters the tavern. She stands back up and straightenes her helm as she looks out into the night at the retreating figure.

"Who's that?" she asks as she turns to her friends.


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Serinity of FV   
Leviathan Paladin

He's a friend of Korhil and Alarielle's, I've yet ta get anythin out of Korhil about him, however. <turning to Korhil> If this truly be a friend of yers, I dona think we should just let him walk outta here, walkin inta trouble all alone like. <reaching for her sowrd> Come on Korhil an Alarielle, I canna just let him walk inta the cold lookin fer trouble, with no friends. He didna say he wanted to go alone, he just left. I dona know the man, but ifn there really is trouble happenin, who knows if it's gonna spread? <taking a long look at her ale, and downing it, moves closer to her friends> I aina just gonna let ye two sit here an drink, come on, we've someone ta help. <speaking more loudly> If any of ye good people want ta come, please do, I dona think the northman, strong as he be, can take on somethin that looks ta be mighty evil, all alone. <grabs her sword more firmly, sheathing it, and makes for the door, smiling at Bindi on the way. Stepping out of the tavern, she doesn't look back to see who is with her, and tries to make quickly after the large figure dwindling into the night>


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Alarielle
Wandering Paladin

Alarielle raises her glass and turns to Bindi "Well seeing as Korhil is not saying much I shall tell you. He is a very skilled shaman that Korhil and I have known for awhile. A nice fellow, we don't see him much nowadays as we're getting older. Hope he comes back soon..was nice to see him again, though it was breif".
Alarielle takes a drink from her ale and wonders when he shall return, it would be nice to introduce him to all of her friends here.


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Danykalla   

Danykalla wakes groggily from all the commotion, and lifts her head from the table wiht a yawn. About to cover her gaping mouth with a hand, she realizes it's still gripping the pint of ale she hadn't finished last night. Letting go of the mug, she stretches with another yawn and scratches her ribs and wrinkles her nose at the smell of herself.

Looking down at herself, she is still in her armor, covered in the usual orc blood of a young ranger in training.

She looks about the tavern and starts to listen to the others around her.


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Katryna Sowdier
Shamaness of Saga

Katryna hears Alarielle mention that the man was a shaman, and thinks to herself so that explains the images I had seen around him.

Taking another swig of ale she wonders why the spirits had rushed him out of the Tavern so fast. Ah well I'm sure we will learn more when he returns.

Turning to Jebbar she offers him another ale, then leans back in her chair once more keeping her eyes on the strangers amongst them.



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Titannic

The night was cold, but that did not bother the Shaman...he was used to the cold, hailing from the snowy Northlands. He was well away from the warmth of the tavern now, but the trail was going cold...Why had the spirits so suddenly grated on his sences, and where were they now? The man stopped in his tracks, the Harpoon's Point clumked to the floor, held loosley in his mighty paw.

With a deep breath, he closes his eye and raises his arms to the sky, the winter spirits, visable to most as whisps of wind, but to the trained eye, as clear and vivid as a slap in the face, danced around his feet, and like last time, encircled his entire frame, but this time, they fled into the night with nary a whisper.

"Strange...very strange..."

As the man stands, eye closed and focusing, he hears footsteps in the distance, gaining ground...with a cautious glance, he makes out a figure in the halflight.

A few muttered words and an eerie glow highlights the mans eyes, his blank orb reflecting an inner glow. In the gloom, he makes out the figure of a Paladin...or a Cleric on his persuit...and behind her...


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Katryna Sowdier
Shamaness of Saga

As Katryna sits back in her chair, in the back of her mind she keeps thinking of the spirits that were around the stranger.

*Katryna takes a swig of her ale and looks over to Jebbar*

Kat ponders to herself "I wonder if we should of followed him, he seemed more like he was in trouble rather than being trouble........."


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Jebbar
Human Cuisinart of Death

"Do you think we should? You are often the better judge of character than I...

"I shall follow you if you wish to catch up to him."


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Serinity of FV   
Leviathan Paladin

Plate armor is good for keeping out claws and swords, but not coldness. Shivering, Serinity carefully makes her way though the night after the large shaman. Seeing him stop, she feels something is not quite right, but who knows if this is because she just had a large ale, and is now running though the cold, or because of something that is really out in the night. Why would he stop? She hopes he doesn't object to her following, because she doesn't want to try and "talk" some sense into him. Nimbly walking as only faerie folk can, and so quiet she can't hear any other sounds. Then suddenly something feels very very wrong, no sounds. Nothing, silence. She is following a strange man into the night, who sees spirits, has suddenly stopped walking, and now is looking in her direction with a very odd look about him. She wonders if he sees her, and why all the sudden is she sneaking? Now wondering if she is doing the right thing to help him, in need or no. She let impulse take over again, and just rushed out the damn door. Quickly saying a prayer to Tunare, she takes one more step twords the frozen form of the shaman.....

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Katryna Sowdier
Shamaness of Saga

Kat puts her mug down on the table and starts to pick up her packs and throw them over her shoulder, out of the corner of her eye she sees Jebbar doing the same.

"Well we canna let them leave without us, ye donna know what trouble they might be getting into and we have always been ones for excitement."

*looking up into the sky she sees the spirits swirling like an untold story unwilling to unveil what they knew but coaxing the followers to continue on their plight*


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Ntalliya
Elemental Mistress

*Ntalliya walks in the door, and sees her friends rushing to take off*

Hello all! Where are ye going? You seem to be in quite a rush

*she senses that something is not right*

Well, you both know that I am right behind you.... you all might need bandages or something!


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Katryna Sowdier
Shamaness of Saga

Katryna notices Ntalliya turning around to join them as they are leaving and starts to thank the spirits silently.

"It has been awhile since we have seen you Ntalliya, ye got back just in time."

Katryna smiles and continues on the path chosen.


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Titannic

After a few minutes, the man relaxes his grip on the massive spear, once again, the tip clunks to the floor, held loosley in his mighty paw. With his sences no longer flaring, he shakes his head and walks towards the figure in the half light. Bearing no sign of malice or ill will, he feels the aura of the one sneaking through the shadows as strong of spirit and virtue.

"HAIL! Stranger. Be ye friend or foe?"

As he already knew the answer, he did not wait for her to provide it, but continued...

"Its a bad night for wanderin' without yer an escort in this night, for suren, it be colder 'n a Halas Winter! Plusen the fact the dark ones are abroad...I can feel em. So Stranger, be on yer guard, for ye ne'er know whenfore they may'nae try and strike at yer iron-clad heart."


He was refering to your armour with the Iron-Clad statement, and you can see why, as the shaman, although high in frame and strength wore nothig more than leather. Perhaps he disdains the use of armour...perhaps he finds it to restrictive, but whatever reason, the man stands looking at you, half-expecting, half-hoping for a reply. He is very close now, and standing well over 7ft tall, any ordinary human would be straining to see his face, yet that face, with the strange glowing red eyes, stares down at the Paladin.

Every now and then, his good eye will dart to the sides and focus back on the centre, often very quickly.


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Serinity of FV   
Leviathan Paladin

Having stopped sneaking, Serinity comes before the large barbarian, stops, and getting close to eye level as she can, (do the northmen really have to be so much taller then even the high elves?), says, " Ya know I came ta help ye if help is needed. I know there are dark ones about, I can feel 'em, just as sure as the cold armor I wear. Ya canna just come in drink some ale, an run outta the tavern like the hounds of hell are at yer heels. I am a Holy Knight of Tunare, my name is Serinity, and I am at your service, if ye be needin it. You are a might bit taller than I, but even the strong north folk need help in times of trouble. And as it just so happens I have some ale in my packs, and some other supplies in case we need 'em. If I know Saga at all, I know they'll be comin along ta help also. So we can find a safer spot to wait for them, or we can keep movin. (smiling at the large man, she wonders what happened to his eye to make it look around like it does, maybe it is so he can see about him at all times, no matter though)


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Katryna Sowdier
Shamaness of Saga

Katryna sees just ahead of them Serenity talking to the one that left in such a hurry.

Kat looks to Jebbar and Ntalliya "Well do ye want to approach them or just follow, I reckon the spirits be lettin them know we are here so maybe it be better if we just go up and be seein what is goin on here."

Kat looks above her and thinks of her ancestors teaching of the spirits, there was something about their movements that was telling her something but she just could not grasp what they were meanin.


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Titannic

The man thinks for a minute, apparently deciding or trying to come to a decision. Then he turns his gaze on the Paladin before him. Then, after what seems like a long time, he speaks again...

"Yes friend...you are right...this is no place to stand idle. I no longer sence danger, whatever it was must have fled."


With a audable grunt, the man lifts his spear and slots it in a custom-made scabbard on his back, like a massive sword.

"I offer my apologies for startling you and yer kin from their drinkin'. Ye seem a well sort of folk...and while the danger is passed, I`ll stay fer a drink if that be yer offer, and mayhapp, ye would hear the tale of how I came to be....."


The man closes his eyes and is silent once more....then a smile appears on his face.

"The spirits talk to me, Yer friends approach to lend their aid."