Sky Sheer'een had been living in the wilds for years. It was the place she was most at peace. Now though that the land was being ruined by some evil force, Sky had to act. Wearing a black cloak, with Rhino Hide armor underneath, she carried a beautiful carved bow and a thin blade at her waist. Sky's long black hair waved in the breeze as she approached the town.

 She figured the only way to help the lands is to gather some information and find others willing to help fight whatever was cursing the earth. Sky found the inn and went inside. She noticed another female and a scragally looking man talking.

 Sky sat at the bar and waited to be asked if she was going to order anything. If anyone looked closely, they would notice Sky's black gloves, and black bracers on her forearms. She also had a well crafted quiver full of arrows that seemed much better made than any normal ones.

 Sky just sat and waited trying to listen to any conversations going on around her.




18:54, Today: Sky Sheer'enn rolled 32 using 1d20+18. perceprtion.


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As Gwyn approached the inn and its famous red lantern hanging at the doorway, she reached down to touch her mount's broadback and murmur a word that resembled a soft growl as much as anything in the Dalish tongue.  The great cat, larger than largest of warhorses responded by halting patiently and crouching down on the ground to allow Gwyn to gracefully slip from its broad, bone-spiked back.

"Find a deer or a boar if you like - but no sheep, horses or cattle," she admonished sternly fixing the cat with a momentary stare of instruction before seizing her staff from the saddle and making for the door.

Entering with the skirts of her deep mulberry coloured kirtle swishing about her legs, she smiled to any that looked and offered a greeting to them and the innkeeper before looking for her appointment.  There was no mistaking anyone else for Radagast.  Approaching him, she greeted him and his company, introducing herself should the absentminded fellow have lost track of his guest list...

In reply to Gwynhwyfar the Fair (msg # 4):

 After scouping out the inn Sky was drwn tword the elderly man who looked like he lived in the leaves. Sky raised out of her stool and walked over to his table. "Hello, I am Sky Sheer'een of the woodland elves. For some reason I seem to be drawn to you sir. I have ventured out of the woods to find others who are willing to fight for the land before it becomes a wasteland and dies. Have I made a mistake or am I in the right place?" ,asked Sky.

Aerethion answered the summons.  If the old wizard believe trouble was about, then Aerethion would gladly proffer his assistance.  Upon his approach, he noted that others were entering before him, and he had the feeling that something of import was about to begin.

Once inside, Aerethian spotted the old wizard surrounded by three ladies.  Smiling, he approached the assembled adventurers (for with their armor and weapons, what else could they be).  Still standing, "Greetings, Radagast."  To the ladies, he offered, "I am known as Pathfinder."  He gave his nomme de guerre, which he used while on adventures, as he thought it improper to be so straightforward with strangers.

In reply to Aerethion (msg # 6):

[elvish]"Nice to meet you fellow elf. May I ask do you use a bow or melee weapons?",[elvish] ,asked Sky who took a good look at the handsom elven male.
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Aerethion smiled to the elven lady.  [Elvish]"I rely upon my bow and the strength of my heart to guide it."[/Elvish]  Turning slightly away to show his elven curve blade behind him, "I have had much practice with swordplay as well.  Do you have a preference?"[/Elvish]

In reply to Aerethion (msg # 8):

 Cora giggles as she pulls her elven thin blade out then takes her bow from her shoulder. The bow was made of white wood with a panter's head carved in the top and an eagles on the bottom shaft. The string was black as night and Sky found it high in a mountain cave. She wasn't quite sure what or where it came from, but it was tight and if she fingered it the string almost sounded like an instrument.

 "I use my bow unless I cannot. I have trained as an arcane archer, druid, and a mask master. I am able to fight though just not as well as shoot."
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This all felt a little too suspicious, but the ways of wizards were rarely very direct. As the maiden clad in elfin garb ventured alone through the darkened wood, she recounted the events that had led her here in her mind. And in her hands, she folded over again the parchment that held a messily-scrawled invitation here, of all places.  It had somehow ended up inside a purse she'd cut... certainly a veiled threat to her, who'd had more than one run-in with legal authorities in the past, but something was different about it - and this forest...

She had come upon the place before really noticing. Wren was distracted by the faint sense of magic in the forests, the looming, crawling shadows and the rustling leaves. Her elf-blood made her sensitive to such things, or so she believed... The old elven ruins she had discovered had similar feels about them, but also arcane traps that had taken her close to a week to solve in one particular case.

Even the short trip into Murkwood had left the keenly sensitive girl on edge, but the sight of the quaint inn, and its rather camouflaged structure brought a relieved smile to her pleasant features. She approached the place quietly, pausing to stop into the stables with a curious glance to count horses and see if she could discern anything suspicious. To her eye, however, it was but an ordinary inn, save for the number of rather fine mounts collecting in the small stable.

This was the proper time, and the proper place, according to the message. She re-read it as she stood outside the stables, nipping her lower lip with her teeth. A summons by someone named Radagast the Brown - a wizard, he claimed, and with the promise of worthy work for her prodigious talent. She had to admit the words were intriguing. Her skills had earned her some of Gondor's darkest ire, and ever since she'd been on the road. Somehow, this man both knew of her time in the White City and was able to locate her with his message...

Surely, he had means, if not magic. She had considered the possibility that this was some lure to try and capture her, but found it unlikely that Gondorian bounty hunters would seek her so far from the White City.

She remained outside the stables, a seemingly-human beauty in fine elven garb, deeply engrossed in a little slip of parchment.
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His ever-present smile remained, [Elvish]"Then it will be a pleasure to loose arrows with someone who shows a like passion for the art."[/Elvish]

Aerethion yet awaited word from the old wizard, but he was apparently still occupied with the ladies...as he found himself becoming.

She waited till the two was done speaking of their weapons before interjecting her voice into the conversation.

Elven Avarin
"Greeting to you both as well.  I am Lady Isilë

Borun Redbeard approached the Red Leaf Inn cautiously. It was rarely prudent to rush. He edged in a circuit around the inn, watching for anything amiss. An elf in hunting gear strode into inn - a good sign, perhaps.

With no obvious threats, Borun crept up to one of the windows and peered in. Seeing Master Radagast sitting in a corner nonchalantly chatting to a couple of elves, Borun decided that there was no trap.

Before entering, Borun cast Prestidigitation, removing the loose dirt from his travelling outfit. He must look presentable in front of such an important personage.

Borun walked in and stood at the Istari's table. [Common]"Good evening, sir. You are Master Radagast I presume?" Borun waited for a response, then continued. "I am Borun Redbeard. Master Thordin of the Diamond Heart Academy has sent me. I am at your disposal."

In reply to Borun Redbeard (msg # 13):

 Cora bowed slightly to Lady Isile. "Nice to meet you also Lady Isile. I really admire your outfit. Its very beautiful. As for myself I am more of a nature loving elf. Not that I don't mind getting fancied up now and then." ,said Sky.

 "So has anyone had a bit to eat yet today? I'm famished. I'd hate to be rude and eat in front of you all, so will anyone like to join me? I will buy." Sky motioned for the barmaid to come over. "I see that most of us are of elven blood. I'm sure that will reduce on a lot of arguments if we end up traveling a long distance together?" Just as Sky said that, she noticed a stocky dwarf walking tword thier table. "Hmmm. Maybe I spoke too soon. Not that I don't get along with all races, but some can be a bit grumpy at times." ,she whispered.
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Wren hadn't been trying to hide so much as perhaps the dwarf had been more concerned with meeting his companion than looking her way. As the stout mystic approached and conjured simple magics, she focused her gaze on him, watching as he cleansed out his beard and dusted the trail from his robes...

It raised the legitimacy of the venture in her eyes, a bit, seeing that. Taking a deep breath, the blonde strode around from the stables to the inn proper, pausing to peer inside a the collection of mostly elves- and the dwarf. That there were so many elves here gave her both a moment of pause and a sense of excitement. She'd always wanted to meet elves, but the few she'd had the chance to meet directly hadn't been very welcoming of her mixed-blood.

She smoothed a bit of her hair over her faintly-pointed ear-tips, but it's lustrous blonde - and her elven attire - still strongly implied elven heritage, though she was perhaps far too short to be an elf maiden.

The quaint little crowded room took all her attention as she entered, her guard still imperceptibly up at first as she avoided approaching anyone in particular, and instead circled about to the bar, ordering up a drink and then moving aside, leaning against one wall so she could keep the entire room in front of her - having her back turned to anyone here made her a little nervous.
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 Sky noticed the dwarf first then the young looking elf or half-elf eneter. The girl looked a bit shy? Sky kept her eyes on her until the two women's eyes locked for a moment. At that time Sky smiled and winked at her. Hoping to break the ice a bit? The girl did look like an important person from somewhere?

 "Anyways did anyone want to join me for a bite of food or drink? I wonder how the owner would feel if I tried to bring my friend and companion inside? Maybe I'll ask him?"

 Sky turned to the bar and purposely made a bee-line tword the girl. Leaning up against the bar next to the blonde girl she waited for the barkeep. Without turning her head Sky said. "Hello young lady. Your hair is most luxcerious and well kept. I ammend you on that. I wish my hair would stay in one place. I don't remember a day when it laid the way I wanted it too? Finally I just gave up. I suppose if others don't like me for me then forget em aye? Would you like something to drink?" ,Sky asked.
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The elf who approached her struck her as intensely strange for all she knew about elfkind. Sure, the woman was clearly an archer, given her fine bow, but her expression and demeanor felt completely wrong. Almost human, in fact. It left her as unsettled as her first meeting with an elf had - but for entirely different reasons.

The lack of the typical sense of judgement she felt from elven eyes wasn't there, and it set her on edge as much as the sense actually being there would have.

"... I've a name, you know. It's Wren." She answered the overtly amicable elf. She punctuated her words with a drink, and shook her head. "I just pin it out of the way." She indicated the ornate, elf-crafted butterfly clip binding her topknot with a finger, the shrugged her shoulders lightly. "And I've already got my drink, thank you." She raised her mug gently at that, a bit taken a back that the elf had even missed that detail. It was then that she imagined a thought - was it a human who was trying to disguise herself? Her skin did look a touch darker than the fair elves - even Wren herself was more fair.

She paused for a long minute, her eyes flitting over the other womans' features, before she spoke. "... Did you need something with me?"

He bowed his head to Isilë in greetings.

As Sky dashed towards another newcomer, he noted the dwarf making his appearance and introductions.

As numerous conversations and introductions were ongoing, he added again, to any present, but this time in the common tongue, "Please, call me Pathfinder."

To the dwarf in particular, "Welcome, Master Borun."

In reply to Aerethion (msg # 18):

 Sky studied the half-elf. "Did I need something with you? Hummmm." Sky said as she contiued to look Wren up and down. "I'm sure I could find lots of needs for you, but I really just wanted tospeak to a real live half-elf in person. I have heard stories of your race, but where I grew up it was only us night elves.

 I will compliment on how much you act like the other elves, such as the forest elves, dark elves, moon, sun, and all the rest. You certainly have that stuck-up attitude they all have. Or maybe you are a noble? Yes, thats it, am I right?" ,asked Sky with a sharp tounge.

 Sky then stood up and looked down at the young brat. "You have a nice day now Wren." ,then walked back to talk with Aerethion.

 Sky walked right up next to him and brushed her shoulder into his. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

 Sky leaned back out and asked Aerethion. "Would you care to have some elvish wine with me?"
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In reply to Sky Sheer'enn (msg # 14):

OOC: Who is Cora?

She gives her a bow of the head "Thank you Sky Sheer'enn.  My family been known to wear some of the finer quality dresses ever made. she looked at her slightly "Are we not all a lover of the Nature?  I haven't meet one Elf that wasn't.

Ro'kath eyed the Inn warily deep through the woods. He was long since wont to avoid such places. It was more than scarce that he found welcome in any place where people of any race gathered, even in passing. Ro'kath knew they were safer staying as far afield from such places as could be managed, save the rare occasion when he had need to resupply his arrows or mend his gear. Still, it was hard to resist the curious draw of this particular meeting. It was no simple feat to find him in the wilds, let alone in advance far enough to direct a sparrowhawk clutching a missive in it's tiny talons. For that missive to be a summons by one of the Istari only drove on further intrigue. He couldn't resist his curiosity, yet he still felt far from settled.

Sensing his ill ease Ro'kath's faithful companion nuzzled their head warmly into his chest. He couldn't help but loose a silent chuckle at the great beast's effort to comfort and reassure him. He nestled his fingers deeply into the matted fur atop the warg's head and gave a good vigorous scratch up the slope of it's crown and down the back behind the left ear, eliciting a husky contented sigh from the beast.

"Rest easy Reuben. I won't be long," Ro'kath whispered lovingly into his companions ear as he untangled his hand and gently patted the beast's flank.

He gave the short broken clicks of signal that would send his warg slinking into the shadows nearby. He was worried of being tolerated himself. He was terrified how any at the Inn might react to the presence of a warg. Far better Reuben stay nearby in the woods, well out of sight. Once he lost the great beast from his periphery he took a deep breath and started walking. It took only a minute or two to reach the woods' edge and less than that the door of the Inn. Another deep breath and he entered.

Ro'kath stood a mountain of a man, towering over those present at 6'8". Unlike most taller folk, though, his form was neither bloated nor bulky. He was definitely not lean as an elf might be but there was a subtle slenderness to him covered in slim tightly corded muscle. His stature and build certainly seemed a collection of oddity to the average traveler.

His entire person was shrouded in a clearly Elven cloak, a faded dark forest green hue broken by the occasional slate specs of polished stone with the shadow of a wolf embroidered in black in the center on the back. The hood was drawn up high to conceal his features and the cloak's length barely passed his knees for his advanced height. Through the cloak the bulge of a broad quiver traced itself into the cloak's folds. What was visible in front beneath the cloak was a set of well worn black leathers, faded from excessive wear. His boots bore a vague familiarity to Elven style but were somewhat more clunky for his full sized feet and also showed signs of being well traveled. Sheathed from either hip was a pair of wicked looking swords. Both resting in simple black sheaths. The left had a guard like a black cross, a red and black corded grip ending in a warg's head pommel. The right had a silver web-shaped guard, the grip black with a green web pattern traced through it ending in a silver fang pommel.

As he entered his eyes did a swift scan of the Inn. Instantly he picked out the one who must be the wizard. They were surrounded by far too many people for Ro'kath to feel welcome, though. Whatever business they had with the man he didn't think fondly on the chaos that would ensue if he inserted himself in it to attend his own business with Radagast. Instead, having paused not half a second at the door he stepped in while drawing his hood even more tightly about his faced to keep it shrouded in shadow. To the casual observer it would appear he hadn't paused at all as he strode straight for the most isolated table in the Inn. Quietly he took a seat with the widest view of the Inn and there he waited. Firstly he'd wait till a barmaid or innkeep came to offer service. Longer he'd wait till he could find a private word with the wizard. He didn't favor the odds that anything else could lead to anything but his swift retreat from the place for fear of violent misunderstanding.

In reply to Aerethion (msg # 18):

Borun bowed stiffly, accepting the welcome from the small group. He ordered a mug of ale from the bartender, then sat with the elves.

"Pathfinder, you are a hunter?" Borun asked casually. "I wonder what manner of foe we shall be hunting."

The dark elf's counterpoint glance, plain down the half-blood's frame, brought a slightly awkward expression onto Wren's face. Her comment brought a hint of rose into her fair cheeks as she was so plainly examined, but her jaw set firmly as the night elf dismissed her to be as haughty and flippant as other elves. It was strange to hear such words from an elf, but it seemed there was more to Elfkind than she'd known.

Despite the Elf's gross errors, Wren didn't correct her, and let her walk away with but a soft sigh - though she did spare a glance to follow the dusk-skinned elf as she moved away. It had hardly felt like talking to an elf, being so openly studied. Apparently, her curt, suspicious replies had offended her, though.

Maybe she was making a poor impression.

Deciding to rectify that, she started forward off the wall, though, Ro'kath had chosen this moment to loom into the inn in all his imposing bulk. She watched him move, the comparatively tiny half-blood like a mere hobbit by comparison as he took a fortunately-sturdy chair for himself. He seemed about as comfortable with the largely-elf crowd as she was, and so she approached his table, resting her hands on the back of the chair one quarter way round the table, to his left. "... Here to see the Istari, too?" she asked, her voice taking on a bit more perk than she'd used with the Oddly Amicable Elf. At least they both felt a bit on the outside of this group. That was a start.

In reply to Borun Redbeard (msg # 22):

 Sky wanted some wine so she didn't wait for Aerethios to answer. She went back to the bar and ordered a bottle of elvish wine. On the way back she glanced over at the huge or tall man who she had seen spot the wizard.

 Sky purposely passed where he had took a seat. "Hello traveler. I am Sky Sheer'enn of the night elves. You look as if you had a long journey? Is your throat dry? I just purchased this bottle and I won't be able to finish it all. Would you like a glass?" ,she asked.

OOC Cora is my character in another game. sorry.

"A hunter?  Of animals - only if needed for sustenance generally.  Of foes, when the need arises.  I know not the reason for Radagast's summons, and am equally intrigued."

"From where do you hail, Borun?"

He did take notice of the orc-like one who had ambled into the establishment, and experienced a measure of surprise to see Sky break into conversation with him.

Being approached so openly and without malice was unsettling to Ro'kath, but not in any way he was accustomed. The sense came from it being a wholly alien experience to him. He was never greeted warmly less he was expected and well acquainted with the person to boot. As the sly, pretty little half-elf took a seat at his table he couldn't help the reflex to crane his head slightly away, further obscuring his face in the shadow of his hood if it were possible. After a moment of silence as he adjusted to this new experience he nervously cleared his throat.

"Have they all come to seek counsel with the wizard?" he asked quietly of the fair haired Wren.

Though clearly impossible given his stature, he was trying to go as unnoticed as he could manage. Ro'kath was eager to avoid drawing attention. A feat that seemed to fail ever more progressively as one of the elves made their way to his table after a brief stop at the bar. Today seemed the day for oddities of experience for Ro'kath.

[Elvish]"Appreciated...... but I drink of sterner stuff when I seek more than water to quench thirst,"[/Elvish] he answered the raven haired elf.

In reply to Aerethion (msg # 25):

"I am from Bluewater Rock in the Iron Hills," Borun replied. "I am an acolyte at the Diamond Heart Academy. We are practitioners of the arcane arts," he continued distractedly.

Changing the subject, Borun focussed on the present. "Do you see the burly fellow at yonder table?" He indicated the tall, well-built, hooded stranger. "What do you make of him?"
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