In reply to Elf  Patrol (msg #5):

Justin smiled and nodded at the elves offer. Thankest Thee goodelf. Yon remains hardly be a burdon, yet if Thee wish We shall share such tweenst us. We be Justin Havslain anst Thee
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Rolf knew a bit about the fairer folk, though he'd had few dealings with them.  He kept his bow stave in hand, but made no move to string it despite the prickly feeling of having arrows trained upon him.

Quickly, the tension bleeds away as the elves seem to know Kree and are on, if not friendly, at least non-hostile terms with the Arrows.  At the mention of the cat folk though, a gleam of hatred shines in Rolf's eye.

"I be Rolf Liefsen and I have traveled far to spill the blood of the cat folk.  I'm willing to help you put down some of the craven curs."
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In reply to Metal Merchants (msg #2):

When the elves converged on the wagons that he was guarding, Duran made no move to reach for a weapon. He had heard that the elf folk were a quiet lot prone to using stealth where it were prudent. But Duran had heard them on their approach none the less. He watched as their leader addressed the men who had hired him, and when their leader looked his way, Duran's sky blue eyes seem to be looking through her. When she made eye contact with him the warrior tilted his head slightly in greeting,then he causally continued to survey his surroundings.

As the wagonmaster urged their beasts onward the warrior took his place beside the merchant in lead wagon. He urged the black stallion he rode forward with a light touch of his knees. Duran turned in the saddle and looked briefly over his shoulder as they went on. A barely noticable grin flashed across his face when he saw the elf bowmen had already concealed themselves again.

"Well trained, and good dicipline." he said under his breath to no one in particular as he turned back facing forward and they rode on.
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  The  Gate opens, there are  many elven bowmen, easy to see , on the palisades and  walking close to the gates, a 'killing area has been cleared  about   100 yards  around the palilsades, though...some 69-70 feet up, the larger  Ironwood trees , strech thier  bbranches  over the Village, like  a canaope.

  As the wagons   trundle towards  the middle of the Village Duran can see   Humans, elves , and Dwarves   working together, streets..of a fashion..wind down of the  main road, bigger shops  and store line the  main road.

 In the CVenter of the  Villgae  a hunge Totem stands, a carved Razorhawk  with  its Bone-crest shining in the sun and its  wings  spread. the length of the  Totem is covered  by strange tiles, most  are alight, some are dark, they all have  a rune or two on them, and below the rune is  a number..

 The  wagon moves to the far side of the square, some smiths, of  all races approach the wagons, as do craftsmen..to see the  wares that have been brought.

  Kree's Unit n enters about  10 minutes  behind the wagons. Many of the Younger  folks, some of them wearing  Hunting Leathers come running  as the group stops  at the square, one of the elders approaches the group, as do the sages   who arr  working on the  Totem.

  Quickshadow. You have  returned..have you numbers to report? and what have you  here?

 Kree nods, and one of the sages looks at him with a stylus in his  hand  and a small clay tablet, I have  2  to add to mine, since last i was here...Ivy has  another  as well..As  does Drasius...These new Arrows  Justin and Rolf should be given credit for 2  apiece...as  for these? we were set upon by Gremblins, we think  they might have taken one of  my newer Arrows...But these be  Gremblins, I would like a fair price  for them, to split  amoung  my unit..they have earned it.

  The sage   with the tablet  moves  to the totem and  the helpers begin to move the tiles around. The  Bring  one, that is high  down, change the number  and hand it back up, they do this  with two others, then make  2  new  tiles  with a rune and  numbers on, for Justin  and Rolf..

 ( i will make  a sperate thread  for the Totem 'standings later'...it is basicly a Kill record   of  Razorhawk/Arrows  foes...))

Durzak will approach the party that around the totem.

Hello I am Durzak Glorgrim, could you point out Kree Quickshadow to me I was sent my his friend Reedrick Orebender from Ironmound to join his unit.
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In reply to The wagons (msg #9):

Duran eyed the scene before him and watched those who approached the wagons. He showed a passing interest in the totem but quickly returned his attention to the job at hand. The blond warrior did not move to block the costumers, as they made their way to the merchants on the wagon, but nudged his horse forward where he could intervene if someone did try to harm his charges.

The warrior sat atop his steed alert to all that was going on around them. It was obvious even to the casual onlooker that the man was bred to the saddle, and the weapons he wore were not there for show.
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   The  slightly taller of the  two darkhaired elves  turned to the dwarf,.. I am Quickshadow. If you say Reedricd sent you? I must assume  you have the proof to show me? Both elves , eyed the Dawrf, the female  elf walked slowly ovver  watching as well.


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  Transaction were being  made quickly, it  looked as though the Merchants may have did a wise thing, coming straight to the elven Village. Aleady, apprentices were  approaching  and  taking   the Ingots  the  smiths had paid  for.

Rolf decides the others could respond to Durzak's request.  After all, if he intended mischief, Rolf didn't care to be an unwitting accomplice.  Instead, his eyes play about the Elvish settlement.  While he was not learned in Elvish lore, he'd always heard the were close to the wilds, much as he himself.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #13):

Sorry about that my cloak must of hid the item you must see to make sure that I am one of you.

Durzak slowly move his cloak where Kree can see the ruby pin.

As I have show you the proof that I am a Arrow can we get down to business.

  The  two  elevs stpe forward and  offer thier  arms in a warrior's Grip,Then we are  well met. Reedrick is pretty plain when he speaks, but incase  he was in a rush, I will add these words... The Crimson Arrows are a Mercneary Compmay, to be sure. But we also exterminate  any slavers, Bandits and Cursed Red Isle Halflings  we meet...any foes of  Ironmound, are foes  of the Razorhawks, inturn, it makes them foes of  The Arrows  as  well...We are not  out here to 'save them'..nor 're-educate them'...we are here to kill them..collect the bounties, and make certain , they never  ruin another life  again... we are going to collect the coin for these bodies, re-supply..then get the Information on the Cat-folk..they seem to be extra  active  ...

Depositing the creatures body in a suitable area, in preperation for its sale Justin ensures his armour and equipment are free of the bodily residue. Once satisfied he heads towade the Dwarven Red Arrow. Extending his arm in traditional manner Greetings Durzak Glorgrim one beith Justin Havslane, devout of Eta

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #16):

Durzak other his arm in the warrior's grip to the elves and reply,

Reedrick was in a rush but not as much as I am to get into battle with the enemy.
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In reply to Justin (msg #17):



Greetin to you Justin Havslane, devout of Eta

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #16):

Duran watched over the merchants that had hired his sword arm, he also watched and listened to the conversations going on around him. He made a mental note to find this dark haired elf who called himself a Crimson Arrow later on after he had fulfilled his duties. If there were coin to be made the blond-haired warrior was interested. It didn't much matter to him what the quarry was as long as the price was right.

In reply to Duran Owedoc (msg #20):

Justin noting several elves unloading a wagon he chanced to observe a mounted guardsman who appeared to be paying them a bit more attention than normal. Goodfellow Kree hath Thee knoweth of yon warrior he asked chinning in the guards direction

"Rolf Liefsen," Rolf finally introduces himself to the newcomer.  He doesn't seem interested in exchanging further pleasantries or shaking hands, though he'll accept one if offered.  His clothes and equipment mark him as a woodsman, no stranger to blade or bow, but no armor wearing bruiser either.

  hearing Justin's words  about the Mounted warrior, the younger  elf nods to Kree,seems like he knows his  way around   a blade....what vdo you think, cousin?

  we shall see...we do not know if he is partnered  with the metal merchants or nay...we will find out soon, i suppose

  a cart comes over  being pulled  by a large Lizard, that has  a Turtle  Like shell, its  sharpe  teeth grinn as its  tongue  slips in  and out. the two sage -assiasstants, load the Gremblins  bodies on the carts, The  MAster Sage says,I assume , you will be in The Shattered Blade...we will have your coin sent there, as soon as  we gather

Goodfellow Kree if Thee willst One hath a modicum of healing ability Hath any hereabouts have need of assistance with injury.

  Kree looks  about, If  any are in need? I do not see them, howere...there  be enough clerics  , sages  and Healers  about, to take care of  any brought in. Let us Go to the Shattered Blade, we will get something to eat and Driink, and  Perhaps you all will  find Lodging  with My  Family this  night...then...on the morrow, we will see about  skinning  some  cats....

 The Older of the two darkhaired-ponytailed elves looks  back that the Rider, and nods toward  the Inn with  the Huge Frostgiant Blade hanging  above the  Porch roof, the  Blade is broken in half and had been placed  about  the  porch as both, the sign of  the INn, and a souvenir....

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #25):

Praise Eta for such fourthought and planning. Falling instep beside the elf Yon Elftown be a wonder, to behold, wouldst such be an example of all Elftown...

Rolf's face takes on an expression of a ferel beast ready to sink his teeth into the soft underbelly of his foe.  <blueblue>"The tonight let us eat and drink and rest for tomorrow we make merry by carving the flesh from the bones of the catfolk."</blue>

  Ivy  Grins as  Rolf  spoke,Just remember, Cat folk have only 2 uses, for people like us..mating, and food...


 Drasius follows  along  as well, she  seems more relaxed inside the walls.

 Kree answers Justin, I havbe truely only seen one  other elven Village in the BlackTimber....I have seen one, in thr Ironwood  forest..neither are like this. mostly hidden amoung  trees , rocks  and Hillocks, relying on swamps and  ravines, or  streams  for protection...The walls  were added here, when we moved in..it has  proved it's worth, many times over.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #25):

Durzak eye gleam withh the mention of food and drink and then says,

Food and drink will surely hit the spot right now and then rest for tomorrow battle with the cats.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #25):

Duran nodded in acknowledgement when the elf the others called Kree looked his way and indicated where the warrior might find him later after his duties with the merchants were done. Then the he turned his attention back to the wagons. Things were going well for the merchants, most of their ingots had already been purchased. Now it was a matter of the buyers getting the wares they had bought off the wagons.

His trip with the merchants had been relatively un-eventful. The band of thieves that had hoped to take the wagons were unorganized and easily scattered after Duran had made it known they were not going to take the wagons without heavy losses.

Fighting off thieves and baby-sitting merchants was a far cry from being in the thick of battle with a company of men under your command. But that was over now, his days of glory serving King and Country left when he was stripped of his rank and honor. Now serving as a bodyguard or a hired sword was about all the work Duran could find to do.