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"The Halfling is on our turf and abides by our laws. We will not let him free until we are satisfied with him."

*This time Wraithish points the bow directly at the dwarf. and Border Guard 1 does the same.*

"Lower your weapons and we'll lower ours. You knw dwarves are no match for our Elven archery"

Arnir was the first to notice the scream thanks to his better hearing. When he was already trying to pick up a scent, Gilth also noticed something.

*What could it be, there weren't many strangers this far north and it was unlikely for an Elf to put out a scream like that.*

Gilth decided it would be best if he checked it out. He was quite sure some of his tribe would have noticed it too.

"Arnir, come, let's take a look who or what is out there."

And he left his cottage in the direction where he thought the scream came from.

*Spoon grabs the goldcoins and picks both notes, after some rereading he can't decide what to do. "What are the chances of me meeting that guy again, so I could just keep the coins for other things, but then again, how did he find me here? Maybe I should go..

Spoon walks around the city a bit, without focussing on nicking things. Finally he decides to leave for Gor. But first he'll leave a message at his friends, so they know Spoon has a mercenary- or whatever- job.

After leaving the message Spoon heads for the docks, which is quite a long way. After a while Spoon sees a horse-stand, with a mean looking guy guarding the horses. No way he wanted to fight him, if he fights like he looks..

*Cast speak with animals.*

[Spoon has begun his journey to Gor]

*Delran healed his wounds and saddled his horse. He mounts it and heads for the road.*

"I wonder what will I encounter on the road?"

"No, I sawy him exactly on the borders!"

*One of the Dwarfs light a stick that gives off red smoke.*

[They are both NPC's and therefore they both are controlled by me. They have NPC classes and no spells.]

[You haven't slept yet. Your character needs to meditate/sleep to cast spells again.]

[I told you. I control the NPC's. Why would they even follow you? They aren't exactly friends with ya ;D]

[Ohhh!]

mmk ;D

*The your aiming your bow and right when your about to shoot you relised you pulled it back to far. The bowstring snaps.*

Battle Field:
D-Dwarfs
B-Border Elfs
A-Arch
W-Wraithish

                   D1                           D3
                                  D2   W

                            A   B2             
                                                       B1

*Wraithish withdrew his sword and stepped within range of D2*

*D2 grabs his axe and charges at Wraithish. He narrowly misses Wraithish [I rolled a 9 :(] but manages to cut a deep whole in Wraithish's clothing.*

"Gar! Wheres ye hair ye thin bastard? Have ye gone through puberty yeet?"

*Binh stare back acting tough to intimidate the poor merchant.*

"I won't hurt you if you give me 500 gold coins or any item of value as a compensation for my damaged spell book."

*Wraithish moves to help B1 with his target.*

*The elf at Gilths door tumbled in bleeding from several wounds.*

"I can help you, my friend, under three conditions. One, I need you to buy the ticket to Gor. Two, I need a dagger and a robe at your cost. Three, I expect a good reward for bringing your daughter back."

[Oh sorry... There was only one target left..]

Wraithish attacks the remaining dwarf. (D3)

[Do I have extra bowstrings? If not can I take one from the other elf?]

*Wraithish follows Arch cautiously into the Brotherhood of Dwarves.*

I can see now why he was so impatient. That was the first thought that crossed Gilth's mind, but he immediately banned it. This was no time for dumb thoughts.
The attackers of the poor man could still be close. Was it worth it to risk his own life for one that was probably ending soon anyway. Gilth had to decide fast. His rationl mind said no, but he couldn't bear the thought of letting a man die without even trying to heal him.
Gilth pulled the men's feet into his cottage and closed the door. Then he attempted to stop the bleeding with some bandages and attempted a cast of 'cure minor wounds' hoping that it would be enough to atleast stabilise the men.

All the time, Arnir had been sniffing around and pointed his ears to pick up every sound, though even his wolven ears couldn't pick up something unusual.

*Wraithish follows the Dwarves stealthily. He trudges on and replaces his bowstring while following them. He is getting weary but knows he can not afford to stop.*

[What did the Border Elves do?]

[Pussies. They should walk it off =P

Also, do you tell me where they go or do I just invent?]

Meowman keeps pondering this question as he nears the border to the Kingdom of Gor, and decides to head to the capital city.

[Travel to the Capital....its a great place! It has day spas and movie theaters and lots of people who like killing! Just go to the Capital of Gor ^^]

As Meowman slowly but steadily walks towards the capital, he wonders why his journey has been so uneventful. After all, usually a typical walk across the borders is quite dangerous, so if, as had possibly happened, the magnitude of the matter had leaked, he would definatly have been challenged by now... he took comfort in this thought.

[Soon...... notice "Every 4 Inchs is 100 miles......]