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[Nice name ^^]

*During the voyage the Captain of the "Annebelle" walked up to Spoon and guestured to his two daggers, "I see you have two mighty fine daggers there. How would you like to be rich? Ill buy em for 100 gold coins each."*

*Wraithish is tired of walking and wonders why he is following the Halfling, but he follows him and the Dwarves*

[How much longer?  >.<]

Spoon speaks: Well Captain, I don't feel like being undefended. What would you think of buying one of them, and I'll keep the other?

*Binh took the bag of gold coins and head out to a local weapon and armor shop to buy a normal dagger and robe. He equipped his robe and dagger. After that he arrived at the stable to get a white pony. He named his pony 'Arnold'. After that, Binh went to the harbor to buy a ticket to the capital of Gor to search for clues of the kidnapper.*

"My first mission. I'm so excited," Binh thought.

*Binh turn around quickly to see the man that surprised him.*

"If you're trying to take my money by force, I'm not a man you should mess around with. My money can be yours if you have goods to trade for it."

*Binh place his hand ready on his little dagger in a defensive stance.

*Binh cast Summon Monster I as quickly as possible while the mysterious man was laughing at him.*

*Binh thought to himself: "I need to buy some time." A thought came up.*

"You look very strong, I wouldn't want to mess with you. No no, that would be very stupid of me."

*Binh took out his bag of coins. He kissed it good bye three time.*

"Good bye sweetie, I will surely miss you."

*Binh walk over to the man and pretend to trip. The bag fell on the floor spilling out coins everywhere.*

"I'm so sorry, clumsy me, I'll start picking it up for you."

*Binh pick up the coin one at a time and put it into the bag.*

[Thats what I was doing! Im trying to get everyone to the Capital so I  can get this stupid thing started...oh you and Delran are of the same God btw...]

[Woops I didn't read your post right ;D Then I will improvise......

Delran is in your small city btw.]

*walks up to the men*

"Do you need any supplies?  My store has many weapons and foods and water containers."

Oh and the map was provided by....Map provided by <a href="http://www.fantasymapmaker.com">Fantasy Map Maker</a>.

" Ah no, my good friend, I am OK. Hang on..." *Mewoman seems to ponder something* "I know you! we fought in the same company of the paladins against the Black Garnegets, some fifteen years ago, I think! You're name is... is... something begining with a D, if I remeber correctly."

"True, true! Farendileth (Let's say that's the name of our god) smiles on our meeting! Now tell me, friend what brings you here? I personally am on my ay to the capital, and am stopping here to pick up a steed and provisions for the journey. I don't like riding horses, but apparently I'm supposed to reach the capital as soon as possible, so it doesn't look like I have much choice. Anyway, how about you?"

Meowman followed Delran into the temple, saying "Yes, but it is 200 miles to the city and a horse, put to a steady mixture of walking and trotting, can do about seventy miles a day. That's three days provisions to take at least, in case we meet trouble along the way." He then spoke to the nearest person, who happened to be a travelling Halfling. "Greetings on this great day," said Meowman, "I seek your hospitallity in leading me to the head of this temple to request assistance."

[[Might time for you to step in]]

"My horse, when on the road doesn't trot or walk. He runs faster than the wind. And so does every horse bred by the temples in The Empire. So do not worry about this. They are the most resistant horses on this world."

Meowman noticed the marks on the Hobbit's shoulder and realized he was from another land. "Forgive me, my friend, I did not realize," he said. Turning to Delran, he spoke. " Ah yes, I remember the myths of the horses of this land. Men are known to have a profound love of riding the creatures, so it's really no wonder that they're paladins have worked on them. By that, we should be able to do the whole boiling of the journey in a day or two, unless we are hindered. Forgive my ignorance, for the only time I spend out of my country is in war, so I have only visited this land once. By the way, would you happen to know where I can get a steed in this temple?"

"Aye, I have met masters like that,"said Meowman, following Delaran into the depths of them temple.

[[Might, BTW when I sed he was from a distant land i meant he couldnt speak my language. Soz, forgot to put that.]]

*While Gilth was helping the elf he hears some Dwarven voices outside his house.*

"Wheres that blasted elf......"

*Delran and Meowman walk up to the temple and open the doors. They are greeted by a servant who shows them to a waiting room full of sick and maimed people.*

*The man in front of Spoon thinks a bit and smiles.*

"If you wont give both to me then Ill find another way to get them. I made you a great offer and I think you should accept it."

[Shee*beep*s hard to keep up with you guys ;D]

*Wraithish is finding it hard to keep on his feet. He has been walking for a long time now and he wonders if the Dwarves will stop to have a break.*

[Arch didnt answer my PMs]

[Oh well.....thanks for destroying my storyline, Arch!]

*Wraithish walks through the woods easily following the dwarfs trail. After a few hours of walking he stumbles upon a dwarven body and a halfling body. Both throats slit.*

Dwarve voices.. Could that be what he heard. How could they already be so close? Dwarves are even worse at being quiet then a pack of raiding orcs.

Gilth was woried. Dwarves this far north in Gors meant trouble. Especially when it seemed they were the ones who caused the injuries on the wounded he had in his cottage now.

To be safe, Gilth dimmed the lights ,though it was probably to late already. He closed the door and put his table behind it. He told Arnir to be quiet. Gilth could only hope this wouldn't come to a fight. He never liked fighting and he certainly wasn't strong enough to take on dwarves in an even fight. He would have to be prepared for everything.

[Might, can we use the lvl 1 spells, or are we limited to the 0-level ones?]

*Delran sees the men in the room. As a servant of the light with healing powers, he could not bear to see them like this. He tryes to heal those with light wounds, knowing that his healing powers could not match those of the clerics of the temple, but trying to help them at this task.*

[Wraithish...they are picked clean.]

[Gilth you can use level one spells.]

"Oi! Where is that fellow?"

[The Dwarf is dead.]