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    "Say yana Holowan. Ilya tuneska caribar. Esca rotania caribar Silacetan? Hello, Raidel. Oh brilliant! Somebodys leaving the town with orcs on his tail! Dark Elf, where's my bow? Well? Oh blood and ashes! Don't tell me you lost it! Bah!"
    With a great deal of annoyance painted on his face, Erunion Stands up, stiff and sore, but still powerful. A volley of minor explosions takes care of the orcs, and the healer started coming towards them.
    "Holowan, I asked you a question. Esca rotania caribar Silacetan?"

"Aye, i agree its time we get out of here." Senturu said while wiping off his sword.

  "Thanks guys I owe you one." panted Seloc "I'm Seloc nice to meat you."

OOC: Your part there works better. Yours'll be mainline, eh?

IC.

"Thank you for finally telling me where my bow was, but what is your name?"

Raidel walked up to Mac and, looked him up and down, then nodded.  "Alright, I'll forget this for now," Raidel said, then whispered to him alone, "But if you know who I am and what I do, it begs the question on who -you- are and what -you- do.  We'll talk later."

He then remounted his horse and looked back to the city.  It was now smoldering, though the army was still busy set about to pillaging it to the ground.

Why stick around, why not move on immediately?  The town is already wrecked, if they wanted to burn it down, they could just have those khaz trample it.  They must be looking for something....

"There's a relatively large desert between here and the next city, but the good news is that it is much larger and may actually have a chance for defense if we can get there in time.  I know of an oasis on the way that we can rest at, that is if you all feel like coming and fighting that army again."

With that Raidel began trotting east again, keeping the pace slow until everyone was mounted, either on their own horse or one stolen from the deceased orcs, and ready to go.

Wait, why am I leading these men?  I doubt this is why I was sent here.

 "last I saw of the army was they were still at the village, i was sort of in a hurry mind you, so i could be wrong." Seloc announced to Vorian. Seeing the party was moving of regained his breath, and not having dismounted set his horse off at a slow trot.

    "Nice to meet you Vorian. Be careful of using your name, it's not too popular where were going.... There's a small matter of a record. Do you happen to know another dark elf named Heskaltrotan?" This young human whelp here seems to have the right idea, might as well see where he leads me...
    "I'll cross with you, I have a score to settle with those blasted orcs. Anyone know where the rest of the militia are? Or did they all scatter when the dragon came? So far all I see are these two... And Vorian, don't worry about me. I'm a Naergothrendarin, and don't have to worry much about riding.... Our training tends to take the need for horses away from us, except for the heavy and light cavalry, they are for the injured and for packs. Seloc, do you have a vial of Hestaltor and Crean?"
    After saying these things, Erunion began to flicker again, and when he stopped, he was wearing sand coloured clothes, with a clothe wrapped around him. About his person were the tell-tale signs of throwing daggers. Lots of them.

(OOC) Error in type. Segment: "with a clothe wrapped around him". Correct statement: "With a cloth wrapped around his head, to guard against the sun."

  "Got one here" wiping out a vial from a bag, and tossing it lightly to the duke, who catches it without hesitation. "As for arrows come here." seloc dismounts and walks over to the wounded man. "Hmmm, a barbed arrow....This won't be very fun for you, here drink this." , Seloc takes out a flask (OMG not a vial) and hands it to ????. "and you are?"
  "Senturu."
  "drink it." without a word senturu drinks it.
  "wasss is it...." senturu asked in a drunken stutter.
  "Pure Alcohol, think of it as beer. really really strong beer." And without another word Seloc grabs the arrow and yanks it out, The arrow shaft came out after the third heave. Then took out a knife and started digging out the shoulder, and with a neat flick of the wrist, the arrow head rolled out. Finally taking some green glue smottered it over the bleeding wound and bandaged the arm. All the while Senturu abivious to what going on, singing at the top of his voice.
   "Tha legsss an horss go sup and drown." (to the wheels on a bus tune).

     "Thanks healer, I've always found that mixture sovereign for pain and stiff joints. An interesting idea that, pulling it out front, often with barbed arrows you must push the arrow out the back to avoid tearing, but that could cause more damage in some cases."

     "Raidel, what exactly are you doing here?"

"Mac, Qymaen should rest for another day before we go." Holowan stated.
"Fine we will stay here for the night but tomorrow we leave." replied Mac

"You seem to have a lot of cooking oil, did some twisted mage enchant you or something? A mad one maybe? If an arrow is put in say, your thigh or your upper arm, or slanted out from your abdominals, you'll want to pu*beep* out. If it's near organs, the way you used is more effective, that way you don't pu*beep* through your liver.... If you pull it out of muscle however, that guys going to have serious problems for a few months. Such as his muscle being half torn out. I've always called that serious."

"I am, however quite fine with your cooking. Nine or so thousand years, and I still am outcooked by a raw recruit."

"I am Lord Erunion Telcontar, Lord of the Telcontar province of the Duchy of Naergothrendar. I think. My memory was, err, damaged at Teralagon, this is what I have discovered in the last few years, and what I have remembered."

Senturu wakes up still on his Horse, "uhhh. my head hurts like crazy...Bloody Elf"

"So, if it isn't out poet. What took you so long to get here? We've been having a merry party here, right whelp??"

    Well, I'm glad to see a new face. Actually, you're all new faces to me...ah well. I guess you'll just have to come along with us and see where Raidel leads us to.

I get very thoughtful somtimes...

Noticing Raidel stick a note into his Boot, Senturu rode closer to Raidel. "How far is this Oasis?" Senturu asked.

Looking over his Shoulder Raidel spoke. "we are still a ways from the Oasis."

        "Thanks for the toast, healer, but no eggs. Were leaving now? Illian is it? Thought you'd want to hit Toragan, but that's your choice. Illians as good as any to me."

Thought he'd strike out for Toragan, it's closer. Why Illian? Well, I haven't seen the place in, oh, thirty years? About that.

With those thoughts running through his head, Erunion set out to jog beside Raidels horse.

"Can't we move any faster? Or do these blasted horses lack the endurance? Bah! Healer, you wont be able to heal anything ever again after an hour out here without a hat, put one on!"

  Seloc pulls out a hat from his bag, it was white, and clashed terribly with his robes. Never the less he put it on.
   "Urgh what...?"
taking it off his head, he pulled a giant live white fluffy rabbit from it and put it back in his bag, checking the hat was empty this time he put it on his head.
   "If you continue calling me healer I may have to call you moaner, the name's Seloc."

Well, since everyones here, lets talk about personal lives. Lets get to know each other. What about you Erunion? Where are you from, and what are you doing here?

Well, I can tell you a bit of my past. I dont really remember alot since I was 14. During the raign of Jorthri, I lived with my father. He was a kind old man, just past his 40s. He lived on a farm and was brought up by parents I have no earthly idea who they were. My perants never told me what there past was. Just simple lies, which I knew they were. I had been trained in the arts of combat from my father.

He was a master in archery and combat. I was trained in both. And once I was 14 my father considered me a expert. He said one evening while I sat on a tree stump wittling a stick into a yew bow, that I had one last test. I asure you that I was famished of test, of all sorts. He said in an old and wise voice. That I was to travel to lorian, a city of elves.

While on my road, which my father disctriptingly pointed out. I came across a old man siting on a field of grass that grew beside the forest road. I came to him asking directions on which way to take to lorian. He said that if I found somthing for him he would be glade to show me the way.

He told me of a lost friend of his, his name was Perwigine. I thought that an odd name, but never the less took it into conserdation. The old man said that he last saw him on a farm, a few steps away. And that he wears a old blue looking coat of some sort. Well, I spent some vauluble hours looking for him. It turned out that the man and the farm figured out to be a few miles rather then a few steps.

Ever since then I thought to just walk away from that old man, never to talk to him again. Such was my urge to turn back and follow on the road intill I bumped into somone more kindly to tell me the way. I finaly arived at the farm, such a drerie place it was. Spider webs coated the farm house as I got nearer to it. Steping up to the door I knocked. There was no answer. I opened it and peeked in. It was dark and ransom, humileating at the same time. In a corner was a faint light infront of a chair that stood propt up, hinging the a door that was behind the chair.

The door jingled, and shaked. I stepped through the threshold. Calling out if anyone was residing here, the door shock some more. A faint moan crept from the door cracks, chilling my bones. I removed the chair qwickly and oppened the door, from what I saw non can tell the horrer of it. Upon the floor a man curlled up on the floor, blood spilled on the floor. Most of it already dried. I shreeked with fright and jumped back. Just in time too, a arrows wized past the door way and hit the other wall with a thud. I pulled out my sword and out from the showdowy door way sprang a wearwolf.

He sprang at me, head first, sword getting ready to extened the fattle blow. I jumped to the side and swung the sword around. It sliced his head off. He fell on the floor lifless. I ran back to the man and helped him to his feet. Carring him to the door way, I gave him a drink from a well I found around a corner of the house.

He said thanks, and that was the last words I ever heard from his mouth. Carring the fainted body of Perwigine, I came upon the old man again. He cried in suprise and shock. Seeing his suposedly friend, he ran to me and helped me cary him to the grass field. The old man laid him on the road and told him that lying on the grass beside him was a string of elf hair and five little blue beeds. He said that for saving his brother and surviving the attack I gladly deserved it.

What amazed me when I grabed the string and beeds all the grass turned to my atention. Giving his directions I went to the road on which the Lorian city dwelt. He said that the elves there will show me what to do with those beeds and hair.

With that long speach Paracelzus took out his canteen and drank some water. I will tell you the rest of the story tomarow, I am getting tiered. With that Paracelzus droped his head on his horses sholder.

"I doubt that Mac, considering the fact that we are in the middle of this forsaken desert.... Paracelzus, an interesting tale. Was the old man named Tentoragan? I advised him to be careful about giving that away, but he said he didn't want it anymore..."

NaeRey watches a flock of black ravens fly by, and as he looks around, he whispers to himslef "Ah, a battle is soon to come...". He then goes back to his little tent on the tall greysome tree...

Senturu grabbed his waterskin and walked over to the water, filling his waterskin and putting a stopper on it. Senturu looked around and began to walk over to his horse and remount.