As the group wnet  through the center of  town once more, Kree  and Ivy took a  glance at the totem. Ivy  Grinned  and gave Kree a slap on the shoulder, Kree just  smiled  a bit  as they walked  up a trail that head to a Hillock near the  Southwestern edge of the Village. There  were a few elves with bows  and blades, wearing a tunic, they Noticed  Kree and Nodded, save  for one older Elf that born the rankings  of an Officer, You are Later. Son or no son...You should  nay, be keeping  an Elder  waiting.

 Kree never  stopped  walking as he said over his shoulder,I am surprised he knew i was here...I failed to see him greet anyone who had  entered the Village this day....

 The Officer turned  and  walked next to  Kree. You should show  more repsect..You might be an elder  yourself someday!

  I lead  The Arrows..that is  enough for me...now..run along  and count heads or  whatever it is you do...and allow me  and mine to speak with Father.

  The group  walks up a small path towards  the Home. An older elf  dressed in the tunic of the house bows to them..Well met, Young Kree..your  father  has been....waiting....

 The elf  nods to him , his half-smile  grows  abit, Well met to you, Good  Fron...we will go to the Den. We have much to speak of, and My comrades and I need some information....

 Kree opens the door, as Fron nods and  makes his way to the elder....The home is well appointed, trophies  of Hunts, both of animals  and people hang on the walls. When the  enter  the Den he points to the   bottles of  Wine and such,help yourself...as we await  my father....

 He pulls down the Map of the lands, he pours himself  of tall galss of Elven Gold  as he  and Ivy look over the map...

In reply to donsr (msg #2):

Duran tried to stand out of the way as much as he was able. He being new to the Arrows he wasn't sure what was proper. He knew that meeting with an elder of the elves was a big deal and he didn't want to offend anyone.

As he stood there, he causually looked around the room at the trophies and various nick-nacks that filled the hall. The warrior let his mind wander back to his family home. He thought fondly of his family and of the home they had made and he allowed himself a brief smile. But now all that remained were the graves and charred remains of what was once his home.

Durzak goes around the room looking at the trophies on the wall and then looks at the bottles of wine to see what is available.

  the  wines and Brandy range from elven types, Dwarven types, and  a few human types....

Rolf looks about the room as well, not impressed with the signs of past hunts.  It seems somehow disrespectful of those hunted.  He moves over to look at the offered beverages, Neither wine nor brandy was of great interest to Rolf.  A mug of ale or a refreshing draught of water would be welcome, but the rest just dulled e senses and the mind and Rolf there were catfolk to put down.

  The  double  doors  at the far end of  the  study opened, an Elf  , slightly taller the Kree and Ivy, with darkbrown hair, eyes of  sliver  flecked  with blue.

  My Son. You have returned. and Brought  some of your People with you...and...you are late...

 Ivy turns  and waves, Well met  , Uncle Krell....

  The Elder Quickshadow waved slightly to Ivy, Ivyian...I should have known yoou would not  be far behind....

  Kree  Gives  a slight  bow to his father, Well met  Father....and we are  not late...we are just on time. My comrades  and I have  come from the river,where the Tou meets the Storm..we encountered  Gremblins...they took at least one of  our Mages...the other...had  thoughts of a carreer change...

  Drasius  snickers,..and perhaps..a change of breeches...

 Krell loos to the Drowess, adark smile on his face,And I see you have your pet drow with you....

 Kree bristled  slightly,  is is  a Razorhawk now...and  an Arrow..there is respect that comes  with that..aye?

 Krell nods slightly, As  you say. my son..who are these  others...

 we have Duran and Durzak, who have  just joined the Arrows...Rolf and Justin  has been with me for a few tendays...we heard of Catfolk activity...we were waylaid  by the Gremblins, and managed  to bring 2 bodies  back for our sages and  mages to look at..now...we wish to hunt..what can you tell us...

 Krell looks over the group,..any of you folk, that i have just met..have anythihng to say, before i get down to business?

In reply to donsr (msg #5):

Durzak will take a small glass of Dwarf brandy but slowly sips it until Kree father comes.

In reply to Krell (msg #7):

Durzak will bow to the Elder Quickshadow and reply;

I am Durzak Glorgrim may our wisdom enlight us in this future endeavor.

Rolf gives the elder a nod by way of greeting, but Rolf contents himself to listening there after.  After all, there were catfolk to hunt and Rolf didn't want to delay that with pointless chatter, besides Rolf had nothing of import to add, though he found the focus on their arrival being late a bit tiresome.

  Looking over the  others  with a nod, Krell walks to the  map pulled  down by Kree and Ivy. He  takes  an arrow  from Kree's quiver as he walks past, using it  to point at the map.

  2 tendays  ago...the catfolk raided  a caravan from  Mouri...they took over half the people as captives..only two dead...only one  feline was downed...the head of the caravan said he saw a mounted Red Elf alongside a Lionman, watching the battle from a hill....

 Pointing  down the map ot the  western side  of Ironmound, one  tenday ago, a caravan from the  Furman's Chain, was attacked  between  two of the  Emperor's  roadhouses...again, over have thos in the caravan were taken..three died...two felines  fell...this time, the Catfolk were  lead into battle  but a scroe of Red Isle Halflings...rumors say  a Red  Elf was commanding from a bit away...none of the halflings  fell....

 Turning to Kree , Krell taps the map,...so..My Son...if you were raiding caravans  for slaves...and you attacked  , once a tenday..where would  you strike  next...and when?  the elder's  face held amusement. thought it was lost on Kree as he studied the map,  Both Ivy and Dras watched  Kree with a smile on thier  face, almost ready to cheer him on, against his father's mocking question...

 Taking the arrow  from Krell's hand  he  moved  to Map, and tapped the map, Just North and east  of the  Black Timber.. It would be here...and the attack would be on the next caravan  heading towards the Forest  and our Village, since they can also go to Tou and some of the  towns cloase to the  Desret... They will have used the river to move thier prizes to the Karth swamp...thus? what ever they take here..they just head to the  South of the  swamp...and  will carry thier charges into the swamp, to meet up with  whomever  ships them out...then he adds,..the attack will come  within two days..if they keep thier  tenday schedule....we could move out  tomorrow and set up an ambush....and catch that bastard  Red...peel skin from him, until tells  us where thier  swamp base is....

 Krell looked overly surprised, the  mocking smile gone....Kree just looked at him as he slipped his  arrow into the quiver....I hunt  things like this  for a Living father..while searching  for my sister..that you and the rest of the Village  seems to have forgotten....what aid you give us...there are some arrows in the Village that will follow me, if  i merely ask..but i know  not, what needs you have here....can you give us  anything ..to aid our venture...

 Krell nods slowly,I have nay forgot, my daughter...I have a whole village to worry about..I cannot trapse across the realms , as my whims  carry me...as far as warriors go, I must talk to Fenric, we will see what he can spare...we will send them from the Village Tomorrow  night...if your guess is right, they will  move  down the road, and perhaps...get there as your trap is sprung....Go to   Eta's  temple...Tell the priestess i said you may draw what healing draughts she can spare... I will have rations  and arrows waiting at the gate for you by sunrise...other then that? I have nothing  more to offer you...The  price on the catfolk's heads remain the same, as do that of the  Halflings  and  The Red...if you are successful. any spoils  are yours  to take, I ask only...if you  have  extra weapons and such taken from the bodies of your foes..bring them here...we are  getting  a small movement of folk joining the Village, to join  your cause ...be wary , my son...Though  Ironmound is our friend...not many Leaders , enjoy the  thought of independent armies   growing  around them....

Justin considered the exchange between Father and Son then smiled pleased to learn of the Temple to Eta. Praise Eta he commented He wondered if these attacks were also a ploy to draw Red Arrows out, and into an ambush. Perhaps they were but then again they may not. The best he could hope was that they reached the area with enough time to scout it out before laying their own ambush.

  As  his  father  finishes, the elf Nods, Have you heard  any news  of Lita..at all...

 Krell's  face took on a slight pained expression as he said, Nay, My son. I was  about to ask you, if you  or any of your people had heard..Kree...you do know..that she may not live...

 Kree's  head looked down, then snapped up at Krell's last words..Ivy moved to put  a hand on his shoulder....how dare you say that to me!  She is  an elf-maid...we both know haw much Humans lust after  such a prize....and i feel..somehow..i would know if she was dead....I...for  one...will , nay give up, on finding her...or at very least...word of her...

 The Elder  Quickshadow  looked  somehow older  now...he nodded slowly, I am only able to wish you luck...and that Eta smiles  on you in your efforts...But  Kree....you can kill every last slaver, bandit, Red elf..and  anything else in these realms...and it  will not bring back Lita, YOur mother...Your you and Ivy's  friend,or her child....

 Kree's head rose  just a bit, and for a moment, he looked bigger, perhaps , more powerful then he did a moment before,..Aye..I know that...we.. he jerks his  towards  Ivy,..know that..but everyone  we kill..we never..ever..take  another slave..nor bear arms against our Village, nor Ironmound...

 Turning to the others, he says, Come  My friends..its  time  we Visit  Eta's home..and see what she gifts us with....

  Krell gives Kree and  Ivy, both a pat on the shoulder, and a nod of his head... the Two Elves  head for the door, followed  by Dras...

Durzak will follow after the other.

So this is one of the reasons behind the origins of the Arrows Justin thought. Hath not they attempted to locate their sister using the divine guidance... he muses. Concluding further enquries upon this be made of his brethren. A quick look around reveals his musing could be taken as hessitancy to attend the temple of Eta. With a bow to the Elflord he Quickly moves to catch up with the others.

In reply to Krell (msg #7):

OOC: Sorry for the slight back post. I was out of town camping this weekend without access.

BIC: When Duran is introduced to the elder elf without thinking he offered the elf a formal, royal salute. After the fact the warrior hoped no one noticed. He stood silently as the map was brought out. He tried to memorize the improtant details. If they were to lay in wait for an ambush it was prudent to know all ways in and out of the area.

  the group walks throught he streets..as it were..passing the totem once more, then went  down a smaller path to a palce were two Temples were build out of stones and heavy logs. The  Temples of Neta and Eta...Eta was on the right while Neta was on the left.

  Kree nodded to the Temple of Eta, Those of you who wish to  enter..Go into Eta's  house..I must visit her darker sister first...

In reply to donsr (msg #17):

Justin shot the elf a look of disbelief... both at finding a temple to Eta's rival, in the villaga letalone within the same proximity of it. Krees declaration raised issues of the Elves intion Surley Thee hat nout to do with such.
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In reply to donsr (msg #17):

Durzak will head to the Temple of Eta and wait for the rest of the party inside. While he is waiting he will other of a prayer to Eta.

Rolf falls in line, glad to be done with bearing witness to what is a family matter of the Quickshadow clan.  That they lost a member is certainly sad, but that was their business and not Rolf's.

And now it was going to some church.  Rolf has no problem with the religious beliefs of others, long as they don't go pushing them on him, but he has little use for temples and priests and gods...  He knew what it meant to rely on strength and skill and good judgment and those had gotten him this far.  And when they failed, he would take his place with his fathers at the feasting tables for fallen warriors.

 Kree Nods to Justin, Eta covers the realms of good Luck, Her sister Neta covers that of Ill luck...where most folks make thier mistake..is this...Neta is not  evil, she merely has powers  over the bad forms of Lucvk..Eta...is not purely good, she  merely governs the sphere of good luck...I pay both homage...I call upon both...I ask Eta to aid my quests  and my comrades...I asl Neta to have ill luck befall our  foes...In that...i have struck upon something, for ...i seems to have found the  perfect weapon to battle  most gods...The sisters, are at times, at odds....But both reward thier followers...andNeta, seems  to take great pleasure in  a person who proclaims to fight   for good...will turn top her...Eta..or so the clerics say...enjoys fighting along  side her sister, after all these eons of being set agains her...am i wrong? who knows, Good Justin, But i will not turn my back on either Goddess....not while  they seem to favor me...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #21):

Justin grins. Indeed One hath for some time,suspected such. Petitioning Neta for ill against ones enemies and Eta for aid against them. Being as one is 'A devotee of Eta' One hath been hessitant to breach such issue with ones Superiors.

  Ivy  watches  Kree enter the Neta's Temple,  Make no mistake, good Justin...neither house wishes its  followers to bend in the other direction...But some folks  show enough faith in both, and they...tolerate them....Come, lets  see what the White LAdy has  for us...

 Ivy leads  them into the Temple.

In reply to Justin (msg #22):

Duran listened to the banter between Kree and Justin, and grinned at Kree's justification for worshiping both gods. Duran walked to near where Rolf was standing. "I suspect that of our group, we two rely more on common sense and the strength of our sword arm." he said "Don't get me wrong, I give the gods their due, but they seem more apt to help those who are smart enough to help themselves."

In reply to Duran Owedoc (msg #24):

Justin grinned at the warrior. Perhaps good fellow Duran, permit one to enquire how Thy sword arm wouldst fair if such be afflicted by breakage... or Thy health faultier... For such be the province of the Divine he asked before strolling towards the temple of Eta.

In reply to Justin (msg #25):

The Blond warrior grinned at Justin, then Duran's grin went to a smile, "Too true Brother Justin, Wait and I shall accompany you to Eta's realm. I'll not take chances with offense to the ones that offer healing." When he caught up to Justin he fell in step beside him.

  Inside the  Temple  of Eta, there was  the smell of dryflowers being  burned, the alter had  a Figure of   The White  Lady. She  held a golden coin in her right hand, and a scale  set at balence..in he rleft.

  There were a few farmer types  praying in the  log-cut  pews. several clerics  and Preists busied themselves, one was teaching Youner folks who wore  white robes, something from  the Tome he  held.

 A slender  Half-elven  woman came to them, Good  Day, Master Nightblade..you bring  friends to worship? Or do you seek the Lady's  consuel?

After Ivyain replies to the Elf Justin greets the slender Half-elven woman with a flourished bow. May Eta's grace be with Thee, Thy Kinflok anst Issue. One beith Devout Justin Havslan  he introduced.
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  The woman  smiles  at Justin..a warrior of our  Lady. My My  Ivyian...  she stops her  smile fades only a little  as she see the arrows on all that have followed him in, Lord Kree has taken these folks into his group. I may only hope, thier actions  lean more to the good then to the dark...

  A Voice behind  them comes,..it is my hope, thier  actions lean more to  putting those of the dark, into the ground, so they make ...more rapidly..meet thier gods, thus seeking thier wisdom...firsthand...

 Kree stood to the BAck as he Added,  Thw White Lady's  sister, found it in her heart, to aid  our  cause...might Eta...do likewise?

 Kree made no move to explain what was in the sack, marked with  the sign of the shattered Mirror...but he made it visbale to the woman.

 ...you bring that thing..into the White LAdy's  house!

 ..It  belongs to me and mine now..so it should , nay matter..what sign in carries...we seek aid...in hunting  down Catfolk, that have been attacking  caravans, and taking priosners...we wish to....stop them...

In reply to Etas house (msg #29):

Master Kree wouldst Thee wish one to track mud through Thy house. he indicates the shatterd mirror. Perchance Thee wouldst care to leave such in the outer chamber...

    I find it odd, The Dark Lady's  people, did not  fear my Goldencoin necklace..why woudl the handmaiden of the White Lady..fear a mere bag?

 The half elf drew her  head up as she hrumphed Kree nods,..tis  only your standing...both in the village...and in the eyes  of the White Lady...that i do not toos you out...ask what you need, then let the worship to those who stand  by the White Lady, alone..  , a smile on his face,we seek...if possible..the where abouts of the CVatfoot who are raiding...The Dark Lady was them within a days  ride  of the Village...but  we know not  what diretions...also...might you spare  some healing draughts  for my comrades?

 The Woman  turned  and gestured to  an Underling who went and fetched a  bowl, pouring water that was in  the font at the alter , in it..she cast a spell..after  a bit, she  said,..they come  from the eat..down the road....from the sea...that is the best i can do....as far  as  Healing draughts..we might spare you 2...

  Kree nods as he looks into the balck bag, I thnak you for that..it will go well with the  4  The Dark Lady's  Handmaiden gave us....

 Her  eyes  narrowed, 3 then..i was unprepared for your  needs..elsewise i would give more... she pouted though her eyes narrowed...on of the youngh ones approached with a  white bag, the Gold coin of  Eta on it. They handed it to Justin.

  Onc emore I thank yuou..and the Sister's names where be spread across the  realms  by me and mine...I will go not, and allow those who wish to offer prayer to the White LAdy thier  time...

  Kree heads out the door, leaving two gold coins in the  YUounger  sage's hand.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #31):

Justin takes the white bag, thanking the accolite in the process. When Kree leaves he turns to the Priestess, waiting for permission to speak.

  the Half-lf  looks at Justin,..yuou wish to speak?  Warrior of the White Lady?

In reply to Eta's (msg #33):

Indeed Mistress of the White Lady, We hath several queries if Thee hath such time.

  The  Lady talks  with Justin, off to the side..she seems quite pleased he is talking to her.

Durzak will pray at the temle of Eta for good success in the coming days when he leaves the temple he will leave 3 gold coins and then head to the temple of Neta to pray that his enemies will have bad success in the days to come when he leaves he the temple he will leaves 3 gold coins. Then he will head back to the inn and find a room where he can get himself some sleep.

In reply to eta's house (msg #35):

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He examined the pouch with he was given

 Teh Pritess merely waves her  hand as she speaks to him,  Thr Priestesses died, as they used thier arts and skills  to find the daughter...neither House, will waste another devot's life...

  One of thr Male  priests thanks Durzak for  his prayers  and for the offering....when he enters  the house  of Neta. The place is a bit darker....but the atler is light by a purplishlight. There another  beautiful woman stands, in her hand, a broken mirror, in the other.. a balnce. that is set..at even.

  A woman, Half-drow  by her look. Thanks Durzak for his offerings...Durxak feels more  confindent now...as if  each House  has spurred him on somehow.

  They leave  the Houses of the Sisters. The group walks towards the Village center  once  more. By now there are many children scampering about, Elven, half elven, Human and a dwarf  child or two.

 The Yongest of the Sages, who maintain the Totem ,Meet with Kree,Good Hunter. Might you spare a story for the children. They always look to those who return, for some stories  to think on, and perhaps...spread among themsleves?

 He  Pats the  Woman on the  shoulder, He waves the others on to the Inn if they want, then he sits at the base of the Totem. A small Human girl crawels Up into his lap. And Elven boy stands  next to him Holding Kree's  bow, as if it came from the gods.

  Right then..Let us  begin..one story mind you, then i must get some rest...for My comrades and I Hunt tomorrow... the kids ooooohed at that and settled down to listen.

   Once...a fsrmer  had a small plot of  land. that was his own. He would grow crops  for the king, as well as himself.. However...there were Orcs, who would raid  farms  he looked at the children a half smile on his lips,<DarkGreen>So came the time..the Farmer  Caught  two orcs, the  the King's side of the farm...he killed one with his pitchfork, the other he captured...He was going to  kill the Orc  outright, but thought for a moment..the farmer said..." Go..tell your people to leave my farm alone...or more of you will die..."

  The King  came the next day, looking over farms,  and gatahering crops in his wagons to take to the walled city,where his castle lay,"..Farmer? Your crops are not  as full as they should be?"...The Framer frowned, pointing at the dead  orc, I killed a raiding orc..another escaped...but thier comrades made off with some of your crops...."

 The  King Laughed,"...no..my friend..they made off  with some of  YOUR crops...for my amount must be met, before you take your share...."

  The farmer wanted to protest, but the King's men  began to harvest  crops  from both his field and the farmer's field...when they left, the farmer  had some crops  left in his own field, but  he would not be earning extra coin this   time, by selling his excess. The Poor farmer was beside himself. He had worked hard...only to  be robbed by both the Orcs and the King..."

 Two weeks later. The farmer was on his way to a nearby Village, some crops  he had that he would sell so his  family would have coin for the winter...He came Upon a scene..The same tribe of orcs and attacked   a Kings  caravan...and they were , even now, taking the King's daughter to sell or use as a slave... The farmer just watched...the orcs took off. levaving the battered  guards behind...as the farmer passed the wounded and dying men, the  leader of the caravan looked up and said,"...You could have helped saved the princess?  You should have charged in and they would have fled!..."

  The farmer shook his head, as he looked down at them,"..I had to sell my excess croips, since the orcs and the king robbed me.....My Family needs must be met first, the King's  family comes next. Since  my family was shown so little thought , by the king? I merely follow his example, and  care for mine first..."

 ...so....You remember this. YOur  Clan and  your  family comes first. And seek not, to hope those of power will aid you. For in the end? only those of Blood...will Care....

 At This  Ivy Raises his  Bow  and Gives  a Hunting  Yell...all the kids , and many of the pople passing By Join in.

 Kree stands  Up and takes his bow back from the LAd...and proceeds to the Inn.
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Thanking the Priestess for her council Justin moved towards the alter and sat on one of the well used pews. Casting off thoughts that the Sister wasn't all that informative; he offered thanks to Eta. Several hours later he crossed to the temple of Neta peeked inside quietly asked if the goddess would see that ill luck fell to those who interfered with Eta plans. Hoped that he wasn't noticed loitering outside the temple as he  slipping away from its entrance and made his way to the Inn they were to meet.
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  Justin  arrives  at the Temples. One of the  Ladies  of Neta is out cleaning the  Dark glass on the door of the Temple. She sees  Justin  and Bows  slightly, before going back to her duties.

  In the Temple of  Eta. He is greeted  by a young Half-elf woman, her robes count her  Just below Preistess, of the temple.Well  Met, I have  heard the  noises in the Village...Your Hunt  was good, was it not?

 Durzak enters  the  Temple, She smiles to him as well,Well...it is good to see, your company  gives Eta her due...of that, we are happy, for it  brings  us more chances  of her favor!

In reply to Temples of  Eta, Neta (msg #41):

Respectfully Justin returned the Neta Devotees bow. Turning he headed into the temple of Eta
Smiling warmly towards the Novice Indeed Praise Eta for Her guiding hand, T'was so, save the loss of one Duran. May Eta guide his steps in the afterlife, least he be of another following
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Having little interest in the Village, Rolf takes up a place not far from the gates and settles in, watching and waiting for anything of interest.

  Walking  about the village, Lucy  sees what most vilage have.  Trades men working, the Smitty seems to be very busy and  has  a couple  apprentices...down the  'street' is the Bowery and Fltechers..some small  merchants, and   some  fresh food stands.

  In the Center  she sees the Totem with the Lighted  tiles  with the Hunters names on them, along  side thier name is the score of  foes thay have killed.

 There is  a nice Inn, and a backery, of sorts near the Inn..there is  a  grenral Goods  store, it seems  most weapons and such  need to be purcvhased  from the   Smitty of  Fletchers..

  The Temples to Eta  and Neta  sit  right next to each other, almost as if forging both  sides of luck, into one object.

  Rolf can talk to the  GAte guards, or passing  folks if he wishes,  The Cat has been taken to the  Elders.

In reply to Temples of  Eta, Neta (msg #41):

I came to offer thanks to Eta for luck in the hunt and to offer a pray for our falling comrade.
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In reply to Durzak Glorgrim (msg #45):

Justin smiled pleasently at Durzak Such be rightly undertaken, Goodfellow Glorgrim. Tis pleasing to know Thee be inclined to pay homage unto Eta anst her sister

  Somehours  later, Kree  walkes  down the path from the  Elder's Hall heading towards the Inn. As he enters the Innhe loks around  for  a larger table  and ehads for it, asking the two peple who are there if they would please move, as he is ecpecting the rest of  his unit.

 The two nod there heads  and move  off, the server girl comes over and take his order. She smiles  and hurries off. Another server  girl returns with a bottle of Elven Gold and a Glass, while  the meals  are being prepared.

Rolf looks over at the gate guards.  He was typically happy to be left alone with his thoughts, but he had some information he needed.  Moving over, he gives the guards a nod by way of introduction and greeting.  "What happens to captured cat folk around here?"

After all, if the captive cat needed to be put down, Rolf was as good a choice to do it as anyone.

 TRhge Human Guard  smiles at Rolf, then Looked to  his elevn partner. Hey?  The New Arrow  wants to know  what  hapopenes to the Captured cats...

  The  elf  smiles, just a bit.they are questioned...we  use the  same  ways to question, we have learned  from the slavers... they ...most always...tell us  what  we wish to know...if they die  before that..well?  we didn't lose anything  we didn't have...I saw Kree walking towards the Inn..one owuld have to guess..the  questioning...is over..

Rolf nods, appreciation for the lack of coddling of the catfolk plain on his face, "Then I best see if there's need t' put the bastard down.  A good day to you."  Which is practically a speech for the taciturn Rolf.

Heading for the Inn with a quick step, Rolf is hopeful that he's not missed out on a chance to send yet another catfolk to its death.

After Durzak offer a pray of thanks to both Eta and Neta and offer a prayer at Eta for Duran he heads to inn for something to eat. When he gets to the inn and see Kree sit at the table he heads over to the table and sit downs across from Kree.

Well Met, My friends. We have stome  stew , bread  andn Fruit coming this way in  a bit.I took the Liberty to order, since we...as a group..have not had a decent meal sicne we set out.

 Lucy will pay a visit to the temple, but she's clearly not the religious type. She mimics behaviour, hoping to not commit a faux-pas...

 She wonders if elves, humans and mixed-blood have the same rights and status around here, but dares not ask, for she fears the question might not be well received.

 After a moment, she heads to the tavern and asks for a drinks, something light and sweet if possible. If there's any gambling going on, she will gladly join in. She knows that women are usually frowned upon in those circles, something that has always amused her actually... and that was part of the game to her.

  as she comes in, it is getting on to night fall...she sees Kree and two of her..short time..comrades at the Table. It is   still a bit early for any one to break out  dice or cards, as the famrers and  gatherers have yet to come out  for some respite.

  If Kree Catches her  eye, he will motion an ivite to the tbale, but  will not overly pursue that, if she feels the need to be alone.

 The young half-elf is more than happy to join.

 She sips from her cup and asks ingenuously :
  "So what do you... Arrows... do when you're not killing Catfolks ? Or other ruffians ?"

 She would also take on of the feline-craft dagger and display it, asking around :
  "Do you folks use these ? I wonder how efficient they are... I'm sure you can make good use of it in a grapple... but other than that ?"

 Surprisingly, the teenager seems to know her lot about knives...

 As she takes her seat , two server  girls come from the kitchen area  with  two loaves of hot bread and a crock of butter, as well as  a large Bowl of  fruits and berries  cut up   and mixed about. Netx to that is  some cream like topping  and a bowl of sugar.

  behind them the Cook carries two pots of  hot stew, setting them on the table, one of the girls comes back, Ivy had just made his way into the Inn as well...He smiles at the  server girl who brought the  Bowles  for the stew, ..What is for desert  Malai?

  The darkhaired server gill winks,..when  we be locking the doors, come ask me... at that point most would notice thearrow pin , at the end of a gold  necklace.

  We do  what most folk do...rest, relax, find  sport of  some sort ot  another...we do not stay...unbusy..very long.  he leans back  and takes a sip of his  wine , waiting for the others to serve themsleves  first, he did , hower grab a pair  of strawberries  from the  bowl to snack as he waits.

  Ivy Loooked at the Cat Dagger, Nasty thing, those. But in close...tis good  for a bit of extra  ripping and tearing, not  much good for a slient kill though...they do not...slide..as freely..

Well met to you also Kree and thanks for order the food. When the two servant girls bring the food out, Durzak asks for some ale to bring for him to drink.

After completing his devotions Justin heads for the inn. On entry he scans the area noting where the group had gathered. Crossing the room he exchanged warm greetings with the serving women, who he'd previously been introduced, then takes an empty seat. Good fellow Kree One trusts Thy questioning be successful. He enquired hoping it utilised the more refined methods by employing enchantments and such for this process

  The elders  are not  as good  with a Blade, as Ivy or myself...the Panther suffered more then was  neccessary..but  we found out there is  a pack moving along the edge of the desert..they strike  and either  make thier  way across the sands, or  slip into the Trees  of the North end of the Black Timber...For that? I did not believe the creature..if that was true, there would  be a lot of dead cat folk..for my part, I think they head into the sands, or make thier way across the  Grasslands towards the  south and east. That would  make more sense, since they could meet up  with  slaver ships, get supplies, and sell thier spoils.
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Rolf moves over to Kree.  "What has become of our gelded cat?  If you're done interrogating it, I'm ready to put it down."

  The   elf  looks at Rolf for a moment, and  put a hand on his shoulder,I am sorry, My friend..but ...as  i said..the  Elders  are not   as skilled in the ways of the Blade, as Ivy and I...when to cut too deep..the bleeding tends to  go much faster...they  had a few more  questions to ask of it...but it failed...right now? It is being  cut  up for food  for the Dogs, so they might get the taste, for Cat folk.

  He  Dished  out a small bowl of  stew  for himself, as  well as  a buttered  piece of bread.What remains now? Is for us to deciede on a path...When those of  us, who were  here started out. We  were going to see if  we might fins  the duaghter of  an Ironmound Merchant...seemed that slavers  had taken her...we were sidetracked  by deaths  of a few of  our unit, and the capture of the  Gremblin bodies. The Sages , with the  Mages  are trying to Contact Reedrcik, to see if that Bounty still stands.....I am waiting  for a runner to let us know....We  could try and hunt down the rest of this  pack, but i am sure they are being more careful, and we  may waste time on a hunt, we cannot win, with out more  knowledge...

 Sitting  back to begin to eat his stew he adds,we could make a run through the  swamps and go to Olant...there is a good beg we  may collect some  Goblin ears on the way, and find  some pirates or bandits  in Olant...however Olant is an open town, so we cannot  just kill them out right...unless...they are outside the  walls...however..Law is not  Olant's  strong point, so a fight in the streets or bars , that leads to death, can be covered  by some silver.

  and?...we  could always go back to Ironmound, and see what the Bounty  Board has..I am open to the  thoughts of my comrades  here?

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #61):

Justin ponders the alternatives One doth purport the commission, involving the daughter of an Ironmound Merchant, if such be uncompleted it be a suitable endeavour to undertake.
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  Kree nods his head   as he swallows   his  first bite,Agreedm Good Justin..that is providing  they have not  found  her..or perhaps..found what is left of her...that is one of the things we wait on for the night...we  will gather our information and sort out  what  we  wish to do.

  Speaking of..Good  Lucy? Have yoou thought on the the prospect of being a Crimson Arrow? YUou need not  join..you may even travel wityh us, but your name will not be on the charter, and thus, will not have  the protection of a Company Name, should we  run afoul of the law....or what passes for law, depending where  we are...

Darius steps into the Inn dressed down to a more comfortable, belly-dancer type of outfits, colored with dark purples and reds. Her green eyes scanned the room for a brief moment before she made her way towards the table. She was still limping slightly from her grazed wound as if her leg had become infected tho her pale grey skin had a faint scar where the wound once was. She smiles to Kree as she laid down on a pile of pillows she had the servants lay out for her beside the table earlier. When she wasn't on the hunt, she wanted to feel like royalty. she made herself comfortable then ordered a light drink from the bar.

..Ahh..Dras? Seems like you are feeling a bit better..aye?

 Ivy nods,...looks better  too!  hw winced  as  Kree elbowed his cousin.

 we were discussing   some of out choices in  missions, thus far we have no word from the Elders ...

Rolf gives Kree a nod.  If one was going to torture the cats for information, one was going to kill one now and again.  For his part, Rolf wasn't a fan of tortue, not even of the catfolk.  He preferred a clean kill.

As Kree speaks up as to their next step, Rolf speaks up.  "Seems to me, there's still quite a problem with the ferrel bastards.  We should see if we can't put a few more bands down.

 Aye  , Rolf. But  if  we do not have a solid handle on where they are , I would rather  take  up a m ission that we might  do some good ..at least..until  we  hear word of them again..The damnable Cats are hunting the Furman's Chain too...all those  smaller towns..it is no surprise that Olant is  at the base of the chain, and thier  easiest port on the river..elsewise they have to  use the  Merchant's road  and try to make it to the Wayhouses before night fall..still..we should know shortly..if  we have  any real chance  at  tracking the bastards.

  He turns his head to  Dras,..You going to be going out with us  again?

  Ivy  Chuckles,..I think she  just  wants to earn some  copin Dancing....

  As the bantered at the Table, three  people walk in. A Tall huamn woman dressed in leathers, a samller  man with a bow on his back and wearing buckskins..and  a stocky man with a  doublebladed  Battle  axe in his hand,  and  wearing  chain mail, all three looked  dirty  and  battered.

She shrugged a little at Kree's question and was about to reply when Ivy's comment made it to her ears. She looked at him with daggers in her eyes. It wasn't the first time he had said something about her attire. yet it would had been the first time she would strike at him in anger outside of the sparing ring.

She didn't pay the newcomers any mind, since it was occupied on different moves she would use to discipline the elf. "I'd watch that tongue Elf...Elsewise you'd wish me to wear it as a necklace and your skin as my clothing."

 Ivy  Chuckles,..Good  Dras? are you forgetting, I am the one who loosed you from your bonds  when  while Kree lead the archers against those  who held you and the other?....Am i to be worried that one who was captured by slavers..could best an Arrow?

 Lucy gave the elf leader a nod, and quietly explained her position :
  "I'm a free spirit if there ever was one -which does not mean I'm not reliable.
   If you would consider my offer, I'd like to join you as a freelancer.
   I cannot commit as of now for a long period -even a short one.
   But it would be a pleasure and my honour to give it a try...and perhaps find a purpose in life..."

   With barely twenty years spent on this earth, it was clear the half-elf was a little young to have seriously found her way... but she was cautious when giving her word and making commitments.
   She was clearly eager to know more.

Her eyes flared at the elves last words and growled. "You know how I was caught, I have told you countless times, And you probably was out watching the incident While they grabbed me. then waited the few days before the great rescue." Her words built with anger and raised in volume as she spoke, slowly rising from her laying position towards the table and seemed to be ready to jump over it for an attack. But she glanced over to Kree and calmed completely down. "As far as I seen and still see it, you only did the stealthy rescue while Kree did the killing." She pauses a bit then smiles as she sits back. "I would bet 20 gold that you don't do any fighting in order to save your pretty looks."

Rolf's disapproving eyes rove over the others as their petty little squabbles seem to be ranging all over the place, yet not answering Kree's question.  "It appears that no one else is ready to stake their claim.  Perhaps it's time to go find the cats...  But if you're set on going to the Furman's Chain and you can give me your word as an Arrow that there will be cats aplenty to be put down, then I'll follow you."

Durzak sits quietly at the table during the discussion, while eating his food and drinking his ale. "I agree with Rolf about the Furman's Chain, unless there is information from the cat."

   With a slight  smile to Lucy, he reaces inside his tunic  and pulls out a small box, He opens it  and takes  out  a Tiny Arrow pin, made of ruby,..Take this then.. I will put yhour name on the charter, so you might have the Porctection, of being an arrow. Make certain the pin can be seen...it  is both a boon, and a curse..but better  to be seen for what you are, then killed for what you are not....should the  time come, that you do not wish our company  any longer, Return the PIn to me, Or  Ivy...

  He  takes  a bite of his  food  and listens to Rolf  and Durzak,..Then  we  will wait to see what news the Elders  send us...Good Rolf?  Even should we not find  Cats on our way to Olnat, you can bet there  will be some in the town itself....They are protected thier  from Ironmoun d regulars, and such...but..Companies  do tend to fight  amoungst themselves  from time to time...

 Ivy Chuckles as he drinks  deep from his  wine cup,But Dras?  I do fight...i must fight off all the Maidens, who wish to have be, because of my looks...  he winks  at Lucy  then says to  Dras ,..and if you check the totem, you will see my reported  Kills..I think i have a wee bit more then you..aye?

Justin offers a quiet prayer to Eta for this bounty. Once finished he considers the exchange between the others as he partakes of the meal Kree graciously provided.

  The Tall woman walks over to the  table, her  eyes  scan everyperson at the table, when the stop on Dras, her eyebrow  raises a bit, then she looks at Kree,..Are you Quickshadow?


 Looking up from his Bowl the  elf  Nods,..Aye, One of them..I am certain you have a good reason to come to my table and ask?

 she too a step back at this   and nodded slowly, I am  Gana,I am a scout  for the  Ironmound  Army...I heard  there might be coin in it  for me and my partners, if  we gave you information on a small nest of slavers?

   Kree sta back and gathered his wine glass to him,..that depends on the infromation...there may, indeed, be coin in it for you..however, should the information a pay for, turn false? then..I would be forced to hunt you down....so..you must wieght that against, what you think you know....

 Ivy  was looking over the  woman, but  went back to his wine galss, discounting her height,someone gave  us information a year ago...turns out that information was an ambush, 2 arrows died in that ambush...when we caught up to the "informant"...well...let's say they last few days  they lived,  was full of wailing  and cursing the day they  met us...

 The Woman studied to  two Elves, and galnced  around the table as she ran her information through her mind ....

In reply to the Inn (msg #76):

Justin rises from his seat, acknowledges the tall woman, smaller man and stocky man; noting the Battle axe in his hand. Goodfellow wouldst Thee consider resting Thy weapon arm. Rising he glances about in the hope of spotting some unused chairs they may use.

  The  sticky mad  grabs  a chair  and Pulls it  near the  table, he looks at the Pitcher of ale, and Licks his lips.

  Kree smiles  a bit,Aye, Justin, Move around to  this side of the table, let these three sit a bit... the elf  raised  his arm and one of the wairtresses came over,..Please, More Stew  , bread, and Ale..as well as more  sweet cream and  fruits...

  she nodds,  Giving Ivy a PLayfyul pat on the head  as  she ehads towards the  kitchen

In reply to the Inn (msg #78):

Justin nods moving to allow the trio to join and partake of the meal. Sitting opposite the stocky man. Filling a tankard for each and slipping it on the table before them he remained silent allowing them to make comment.

  As I have  Said, I am Gana, The short one is Frieless, The Tall one is Nok..threre were 4 our us, who have traveled  much of Laynak together, But we lost our  Priestess,Ella...she followed the  Hunter god...she was  taken by the Cat folk when we closed in on the   slaver  camp...there were 14 of us...as far as i can tell ,  we are the  only three to have made it out... I only saw one slaver  fall....

  Then that'll be three..cause i kilt one..an another  fell from the Morui Bowman's arrow... Frieless said  as he drank deep  from the ale.

 I saw none  fall, I managed to give a Panther, a deep cut, as they made off  with Ella...but ...we could not catch them, once they hit the swamp lands... Nok shook his head and  took a bit of  stew from the Old  Pot.

 two waitresses  came back with  the stew pots  and loaves  of  bread, and two more pitchers of  Ale.

Dras only shook her head at Ivy, only thinking of what she would do to cause him much pain as her attention slowly made its way to the three that came in. She sat up and leaned towards the table. "I remember that time. it was my first time as an arrow and my first skinning of a man. It was most joyful." She sat there a while, listening to the small groups story. "How soon ago had your party been attacked?"

  Ganna  Looked  at Dras with a little  bit of distaste,about a day or two...not  real clear, we were  lost int eh swamp a bit..an elven scout lead us here...

She ignored the look and faced Kree. "May I take a wager and head out to where they were last, perhaps I may find a trail to the cats encampment and find this Ella. They may have not decided to kill her or sell her yet." She looks to the rest of the team before ending her gaze back on the woman.

  Kree's eyes  watched the Tall woman as he spoke to  Dras, Youn have that Option, if you wish, But...if the elders  have a bead on those  Cats we fought, we might be heading in another  direction

  The  Woman looked at Kree,..YOu fought Cats?


  Ivy   chuckled,not a  Day before...that is where this   little lady came from..she  was with the Merchants who were attacked... we killed 13 of them..well...12..the elders killed the one  we brought in...

 ..You Jest now?  13 Cats..and you captured one...I thought you were speaking  seriously...

 The  two men scoffed at the thought.

  Lucy..please tell these....warriors...where we met?

  The elf's eyes became cold and hard,Then..you will tell us where you found the  camp.....

In reply to Drasius Flimtorn (msg #83):

Interesting until now One hath dismissed the concept of others who found the concept of death intriguing
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 Lucy smiled as she was asked to be a witness of the courage and fearsome battle-hardness of the Arrows. She glanced at the brooch on her vest and thought that she had lost some objectivity in the process, but she could still testify of what she had seen and lived.

 She turned to the newcomers and waved thoughtlessly towards her comrades, whose efficiency had impressed her the day before. She simply said :

  "Those guys are the real deal..."

 She grabbed the dagger at her belt and presented it like a trophy.
  "The Panther did not willingly give this to me."

  Nok's eyes get a bit  wider...A Cat knife?

  Kree  waves  at  Lucy, If you go to the   smithey  You can  buy  a few of them, , maybe evena Cat sword or  two if you hurry..

 Gana  shakes her  head, ...if you go into the forest towards the North end...and follow the outskirts of the  swamp...about  a mile  or so before  THe Storm...there will be a path into the heart of the swamp...somewhere down that path..is the camp...

In reply to The Inn (msg #87):

Wouldst Thee, Gana,Frieless anst Nok, consider avenging Thy fallen suitable enticement to either join us, or become members of the Crimsion Arrows.

Dras looked to Justin looking as tho she wanted to smile with his first analogy of her. Then listen to the woman explain the directions. Without hesitation she Jumps from her bed of pillows and heads towards the door before stopping and looking back to Justin. "It is the thrill of death that takes me to these places. As far as my concern for others outside the pack, I only care fore the end reward that turns greater by the one needing to be saved." She looked to the woman with a grin. "Which better be paid in full or there will be a new skin for my wardrobe." She then turns again and heads out towards her home.

 Kree Watches her  head towards the door  with a slight smile on he r face,..It seems  Dras  is  going  swamp hunting, with  or without us....It should not be  much longer, before  we hear news, one  way or the other  from the Elders.

 Ivy watches   Dras  walk by, and when she makes her  Comments  her chuckles,..we  all know, her wardrobe is mostly her skin....  he  grins over his shoulder at her.

 Gana Looks at Justin then to her  two friends, who are eagerly eating, they look up , Frieless wipes  his mouth  with the  back of his hand, I wouldn't  mind sticking  my Blade in the chest of  one of those Bastards...

In reply to Drasius Flimtorn (msg #89):

It be true then, Thee hath a need to court eternal rest... Mind if we be elsewhere on Thy relocating us to be wary of approach, for yon be a world of much uncertainty he bid as the drow set about her own purpose. Turning to face the trio and judge their reaction to his proposal.

 The young recruit smiled when Ivy mentioned Drasius' wardrobe. Surely they were two different kind of female, not to mention her blood being purer than Lucy's.

 She did not seem to be much in a hurry to go after more cat folks, not as much as some others at least. But if immediate departure was what the Arrows had in mind, she would be ready to leave.

Durzak keeps his ears opening to the conservation going on at the table.

  A small elf Miad enters the Inn. Dressed in the  robes of a beginer Sage, she looks  around  as if a bit unsure...then heads to the  table....Kree?...Um.. the  Elders  said..they have  no further  word on the Cats that you have hunted...they..um...do not have the time to come  and see you now..but they...um...well...said  they will get word to you..as...um..they  find out?

   At first  Kree's face shows  a bit of  angry, but softens  as he sees the   girl is overly nervous...so?  the  Elders of this  great village..cannot find the  time to talk with us?...the son of one of them? So they send brave Olana to speak the words  they would dare not say?

  Ivy Motions for Olana to sit, he pushes  a plate in front of her as he  places berries and fruit on it, a  a very very large pile of sweet cream on it,here you go, Brave Olana...the  spoils of being the  sacrificial lamb...

 her eyes  grow  wide at the tray, she looks  from Ivy to Kree...Kree nods his head with a smile. Relax...enjoy..if they are gonna  send you into the dragon';s  den...they cannot expect you to run back, straight away...If the Master Sage  has Issue  with this, tell him I will come speak to him about it...in person..

  she smiles  all the more and picks up a wooden spoon, placing some blueberries on it and dipping it into the  cream,..Thank You, Master  Quickshadow...Master  Nightblade! and  she takes the spoonful of cream and berries  with a very pleased look  on her face.

 Well, My friends...our course is set then...let us  find out   about the swamp slavers...if  we get wind of the Cats, we will change direction...i am thinking, we  might find some Cats with this Hunt as well...the CAts  are never too far from the slavers...
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 The Group moves  tot eh western gate of the Village...this gate, and walls  are re-enforced, there is an extra  topwer on this  side   and  is  armed  with Balliste, as well as   Elven archers.

 Kree  W aits by the Gate with  Ivy. Ivy is Humming  a  song  and   is doing  some little  dance moves, as Kree watches  and shakes his head.

In reply to donsr (msg #95):

Watching Ivy's jig brings a glint of mirth to his eye An interesting form of evocation good Ivy, doth such enhance Thy prospect with the fair...
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  Kree Nudges  Ivy...a tad  solidly..and Ivy stops  and looks at him, then to Justin. I have  had  a pretty fair night...indeed..My Cousin..does not  see to think such things  are worthy  of a bit  of celebration...

 The  Lead Arrow   scoffs a bit,...we are  Crimson Arrows, you dance  about  like that, some folks will think us Minstrals...

"That's because he is the minstrel of the pack." Darius says as she drops a pack on the ground. "That or the clown. What are you celebrating this tame Ivy? you got to bed another maiden finally?" She smiles and winks to Kree. Her mood seemed to have changed since the night of the last.

  Ivy feigned  a look of hurt as he grasped his chest where is heart is,..you wound  me with your  Words, dark princess... Just because...

   Ivy....

  The Blue-eyed  elf  nods,Aye... but  she asked me!

Durzak arrives at the gate and listens to the conversation going on among the party but he keeps his comments to himself.