RPG #1 - Under the Dark of Night

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    Towards the late evening, the traveling group rode into an unimportant little town. The only inn's name was obscured by over-grown ivy vines. Dismounting, Cymri cringed slightly. While she didn't mind riding, the pace Darion had set over the past two days was grueling. Leaving her horse for one of the men to bring to the stables, she entered the inn. While the common room had seen better days, it was clean and freshly swept. The small inn probably only had rom enough for a dozens guests. Most likely only a few had spare coin to spend on a night in a real bed anyways.

    Cymri promptly walked over to the innkeeper and began making requests. She heard Darion's heavy footsteps behind her as she finished up her requests. Yawning, she said, "If you'll excuse me for the evening. I'm rather tired and would prefer a light supper in my room, followed by bed." Smiling sweetly, she brushed past Darion and made her way upstairs.
     
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    Meanwhile Alvarels Army was growing, everyday more little towns and villages were slowly being taken over and more and more joined his forces, Alvarels terrifying monster army was ready to attack and just waited Alvarels command.

    one of the Seers from the army came to Alvarel; "My Lord the Vagrons are ready, shall I give the order to attack?"

    "Yes" Replied Alvarel "No!...wait, they have not been properly tested yet have they, send out a pack of 20, tell them to search for our little friends and lets just see what happens shall we, I shall be very interested how they managed to destroy them!"

    Alvarel laughed manically and then beckened the Seer to leave how prompltly left.

    The Vagrons were released, chains rattled as the giant beasts burts out of the main gates to the Iron Fortress Alvarel had built and the howls were echoed throughout the countryside, and they were hungary...hungary for meat.
     
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    The town turned out to be a bit smaller than Darion had expected, and fairly rough around the edges for that matter. Thinking caution the best practice Darion odered a substantial guard set for blocks around the inn, mostly on rooftops. Though it seemed very unlikely that anything would happen tonight, in the confines of the town, Darion felt a stange uneasiness, something he could not explain. The bulk of the men slept in the stable's loft after a satisfying meal from the inn's kitchen. Though it wasn't a bed, it was far better than sleeping on the ground.

    Several hours after night had fallen Darion was roused from his sleep by the shrill call of a starling. Though the birds were not uncommon, the cadense set by this bird's song was. One of the sentries has spotted something. Darion roused the men around him in the loft, giving them instruction to set a defense, and stand ready. Others were sent into the inn to wake those still sleeping. Darion scampered onto the inn's roof and made his way from building to building until he found the sourse of the distress call. There sat the sentry, a young man, perhaps still in his teens, huddled behind a chimney. The youth gave a start at Darions silent approach and pointed down the street.

    Darions eyes grew wide when he made out the forms moving from shadow to shadow, in unsuccessful stealth. Huge beasts, maybe ten feet tall, bearing a remarkable likeness to a rabid wolf. "Go and inform the men of what approaches, if Gwandon is about tell him as well. The defense must be set well, so use caution, I will slow them a bit before I return."

    Darion slipped along a few more roof tops before catching up to the creatures as they held silently in an alley. A dozen he counted, though he was fairly certain they would not be alone. Few organized forces attacked with the whole of their number in one place, there was surely a flanking force in town somewhere. Darion slipped his bow from his shoulder and drew back an arrow, as one of the monsters passed under him he let out a low whistle. The beast casually looked up to the roof top and Darion fired his arrow, taking the monster in the eye, and sinking the shaft in to the feathers. As the beast lay screaming and flailing on the ground Darion took a second shot, hitting another in the neck. But the small victory was short lived, the massive things began returning the attack, hurling large stones.

    Slipping back into the shadows Darion smiled slightly to himself. 'It has been long since I have had a good hunt.' He mused to himself, and he set out slipping from shadow to shadow, seeking his next target.
     
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    Menecrow woke to hear the men in the stables around him quickly moving in hurry. Because none were good enough to sleep in the premises of Menecrow, Menecrow had slept alone in the darkness of the corner. When all the men had finally left, Menecrow quickly strapped on his twin axes and grabbed his crossbow to carry. Guiding his grey stallion and the Lady Cymri's horse out of their stalls, he quickly gave a loose tie to a pole infront of the back door.

    Menecrow then scurried off into the inn through the stable door, and finding no one in the common room, made his way up the sole set of stairs. Knowing where the Lady Cymri's room was located, Menecrow walked up and gave a silent tap to her door. Menecrow then sounded his rough accent, an easy identifier of who it was, with a whispered voice.

    "M'lady, it has happened."
     
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    The great vagrons attacked the little town with a deadly force, they showed no mercy as they ravaged through every street killing anyone and anything but their own that stood in their way. The sound of their growl was so loud that the ground shook, their snarl was so terrifying and their appearance so horrific that people ran shreiking in terror to escape the beasts, but no man could run faster and the beasts caught them and each died a horrific and bloody death as the beasts tore them limb from limb and left the disembodied corpses scattered on the ground, the streets turned to rivers of blood and the nights sky echoed the cries of the people and deathly noises of the Vagrons.
     
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    Quickly strapping on his breastplae and gauntlets from his bundle tied to the horse, the youth stood their uneasily as the sound of bustling mean came from the hayloft.

    "How many?" Was all gwandon said as he continued putting on a few pieces of armour, he ad not time to don the full suit, not without avoiding going through the battle ritual, but then this wasnt a full battle.

    "Twelve at least, huge things bigger than a horse" The young man seemed at least a little frightened of the creatures, at least enough to avoid giving a detailed description. Belting on his sword, Gwandon left the rest to his horse and climbed the ladder to the hayloft, most of the men there had gone out the hatch to the rooftops already. Gwandon followed quickly out into the night.

    The men Darion had recruited were spread wherever they could across the rooves of the town, some edging their way out enough to fire an arrow into a black shape below, most didnt make it out far enough to aim well before ducking back for cover, and Gwandon could see why, the beasts were throwing up chunks of the paving to try and kill the men, but from their aim it was likely the things didnt know there were more than a couple of men on the rooftops. Gwandon edged his way along jumping once of twice untill he found Darion on the next rooftop, two creatures lay dead below, it was only safe to assume it was Darions work. However the man was pinned down by half the street beign flung up at his position, he looked over to Gwandon.

    Giving a rough salute and a smile over to the warrior for the good shots, Gwandon unsheithed his sword and let it gleam in the moonlight. And with a grin fromhimself and a frown from Darion, he walked over to the edge of the roof of the building. It was only two stories high, and there werent more than five of the creatures below, the rest were off after the other men's positions. With one quick hop Gwandon was gliding towards one of the beasts below, sword first. the rough landing on its back was nearly enough to break his legs but luckily he didnt, and his sword had firmly planted itself into the creaturs back leading to what must be its heart.

    The silence only donned on Gwandon when he realised the other creatures no longer payed attention to darions position and began to stalk towards him atop the dead beast. Gwanodn ripped out hios blade and backed away with the four other in front of him. In a second there was a whimper behind him, gwandon turned to find a dead beast with an arrow in its eye not more than four feet from him. Looking up to the rooftop Gwandon saw Darion knocking another arrow while doing a mocking repeat of gwandons salute from earlier. Gwandon smiled and gripped tighter on his sword.

    "Sal'hah Ranne de Khalid!!!" Cried Gwandon, teeth bared as he swung at the first beast neck, nearly caught by anothers claws before he had. Pulling the balde from he creatures throat he stabbed it into anothers incoming paw before striking at its head, another to his right fell down with an arrow in its back. Their numbers were growing thin but several more came out of alleys nearby. Gwandon was swinging his blade as quick as he could to avoid the claws of the creatures, he provided the only tempting bait on the street while the men above let fly arrow after arrow into the heaving masses of wolf like monster.
     
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    Shortly after she entered her room, Cymri was greeted by a maid carrying a bundle. She hadn't requested just dinner for herself, but traveling supplies as well. After eating a small dinner quickly, she settled down for a few hours of sleep. When the moon rose in the sky, Cymri awoke, then tiptoed out of her room. Fortunately for her, everyone in the inn was sound asleep. Creeping softly across the hallway, she nudged the door to Darion's room open.

    Checking as she always did, Cymri spied the exact same trap he had on his room before. It was easy to disarm and the obstacle was gone in a matter of seconds. Glancing over at the bed, Darion was sound asleep holding his sword. Silently she walked across the floorboards over to a table where he had laid the saddlebags. Reaching inside the larger one, Cymri withdrew a carefully wrapped object. She knew this was the sword. With as much silence as possible she walked back towards the door, alert for any other traps that Darion might have set. As she reached the door, Cymri began to reset the dagger, but realized there was no need. In the morning, Darion would know what she had done. Feeling some regrets, Cymri left a small bag of coins on the bureau by the door. The least she could do was pay him for the help he had been.

    Cymri had settled back into an uneasy sleep for a few hours when she heard a knock on her door. Menecrow was ready and waiting. Since nobody had bothered to bring Cymri's saddlebags into her all she took out of the room was the sword. Cymri put on her cloak, pulled up the hood and was ready to leave in moments. Both she and Menecrow crept out of the inn without a sound. The horses were already saddled making their exit swift and easy.

    Taking a deserted road out of town, Cymri saw some hideous creatures walking towards the town. Shocked, she realized that Alvarel must already be attacking. As she had already chosen her course of action, Cymri rode away with determination. "It seems we left just in time, eh Menecrow?" she asked.
     
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    Quickly after Menecrow knocked on Cymri's door, she came out with her sword and gem. Taking the lead back to the stable, they quickly mounted and departed. As Menecrow has suspected, the rest of the villagers were gone fighting, so Menecrow and Cymri could easily avoid the skirmish by staying away from the sounds of the stones being thrown.

    Before Menecrow left, however, he quickly brought out a piece of parch paper. Having no ink, he cut his finger on one of his crossbow arrows, and roughly wrote with his primitive hand.
    'Two fools cannot compete with Menecrow the Magical!'
    Attaching the note to his crossbow arrow, Menecrow quickly loaded the weapon and fired the arrow into the stable door. He knew that Darion and Gwandon were bound to find it.

    After a couple minutes of riding out of town, Cymri finally spoke. Menecrow gave a quick laugh and replied in his cutting accent.

    "Yes, M'lady! The Almighty Gods are always on Menecrow's side."
     
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    Alvarel was sitting in his fortress his eyes closed his mind cut off from his own surroundings and instead in his head he witnessed the great battle that was being waged in the town, his Vagrons turned out to be quite the killers and the silly prince and his gang of petty men seemed to be fighting off the creatures quite successfully, many of the vagrons were killed accept a select few, Alvarels mind entered the body of the Alpha male of the pack and now had full control of it. he ran towards the town center and quickly climbed up on the highest roof, he looked down at te town and that the people, he mustered up all the strength he could get and in a deep raspy voice said, "So this is the army that is to defeat me is it?" his voice sounded angry and bitter "If this is all you can summon up then I pity, you shall all feel my wrath and this world will be mine!!! MINE!!" with that he gave a terrifying roar, so loud that the buildings shook and people were forced to clap their hands to their ears, all the vagrons looked up at Alvarel and quickly and quitly followed him out of the town as if summoned.
     
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    Darion fired another arrow, taking one of the beasts in the back of the neck. Content that Gwandon could hold himself against the remaining monster, Darion moved to the edge of the roof and climbed down into the alley. "They are pulling back." He shouted to Gwandon as he cut down the last of the creaturews in the alley. Darion shouldered his bow and drew his sword. "I intent to follow, at least for a bit."

    As he entered the street Darion saw a large group of his men trotting toward him. "They have been driven back!" Came a voice from the crowd, a voice Darion recognized, it was Lors. The man had proven to be reliable for the most part.

    "You men pursue them to the edge of town and make sure that they have in fact left. Return to me when the village is clear." Darion then turned and doubled back toward the inn, since they were in a full retreat, it seemed more prudent for him to survey the damage.
     
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    Cymri laughed at Menecrow's comments regarding the gods being on his side. "Why, Menecrow, I never took you for a religious man." she joked.

    Doing her best to stifle a yawn, Cymri realized they would have miles of riding ahead before they could even stop for a break. The more distance they rode, the more distance between them and Darion. The last thing she wanted now was to confront an angry Darion. Lost in thought, Cymri wondering how her master would be when she not only returned with the emerald, but the sword as well.
     
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    Darion rounded the corner in front of the inn to come face to face with two more of the hulking beasts. They too were in apparent retreat, but they thought Darion an easy kill. In one smooth motion, Darion unsheathed his sword and drew it across the furst creatures mid section, disemboweling the monster and causing the second to hesitate for a moment. Darion lunged over the fallen body and at the second beast. It held up an arm in a futile attempt to block, and Darion severed it at the elbow, then reversed his stroke and drove the point of his blade into his opponents ribs.

    Moving on to the inn, Darion found a strange note pinned to the stable door with a cross bow bolt. The contents of the note told Darion little, other than Menecrow found another occasion to ramble on about himself. Then a thought occured to Darion, did Cymri make it through the attack unscathed? Darion made his way into the inn and up the stairs where he found Cymri's room empty. He then made his way down the hall to the room he had rented, though he had not spent any time in it as of yet.

    Darion did a quick search of his belongings and discovered only one item missing, Fallorians sword. A variety of emotions went through Darions head over the next few moments. They ranged from outrage to apathy, then he spotted the small bag of coins on the table. 'It seems that the lady still believes I work for the money.' Darion muttered to himself. Darion dismissed the sword and Cymri from his thoughts, for now anyway. He had more pressing things to deal with, though he did not like the prospect of being cast aside. 'Perhaps someday I will pay my friends a visit.' He thought to himself as he walked back out of his room. First he would need to tell Gwandon of this new developement.
     
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    "Ah, of course M'lady. Menecrow follows a religion of very strict rules." Menecrow gave a quick grin, but did not mention what these rules were. "I was converted at a very young age by a man of very high stature. I am faithful follower with a love of carrying out his will."

    Menecrow spared telling Cymri all of the details about his worship, few knew the full extent of what it included. Saying a small prayer inside his head to the Dark Messiah, Menecrow then changed the discussion.

    "We now ride to your homeland of the Imber Mountains, I would presume M'lady? It a fair ride, but we may make it within the week."
     
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    Wiping his blade on the carcass of one of the dead creatures Gwandon looked around. They should all be dead by now, if not by his sword then by the arrows of the others. Once all the dark, almost black, blood was off the steel Gwandon resheithed his sword. It had been quite an eventful night, but things did not look good. there was no doubting the elf sent these things and that meant all hope of taking him by surprise were shot.

    Needing time to think Gwandon headed back to the stables slowly, keeping his eyes on the alleyways just in case.
     
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    "Yes, we're returning to the Imber Mountains." Cymri replied with a small smile. "I've missed my home, I'm so unused to traveling. It's dirty and exhausing." She brushed some mud off her skirt, to prove her point. "I cannot wait to be home having decent meals, good wine and regular baths. You will be welcome to stay as long as you like, Menecrow."

    Cymri watched as the unfamiliar landscape rolled by. She had never travelled this way before, now trusting Menecrow to know the route. He seemed fairly well traveled. The more miles that passed by uneventfully, the more relaxed Cymri became. Her mission would be accomplished soon and she could go home to her regular routines. Briefly she wondered if Menecrow would think any less of her being an advisor to Lord Aquilius instead of lady of the keep. But titles seemed to matter little to him, she doubted that would be an issue.
     
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    Darion stood in the stable yard surveying the attack, hoping to identify any useful tactics the enemy had used during the assault. Looking up to see Gwandon entering the stable yard Darion gave him a formal salute, one he'd seen Gwandon use and recognized from his journeys through Gwandon's homeland. "You fought well my friend." Darion said while extending a friendly handshake to the other man. "It puts me at ease to know there is an able warrior at my back." Though it sounded rather formal, Darion hoped that Gwandon would take his compliment as sincere. Gwandon had indeed show a great deal of skill during the fight, a fact that Darion was very pleased to see.

    Darion pulled Menecrow's note from the pocket of his coat and handed it to Gwandon. While the other man read the note Darion went on studying the battle field. "They attacked from two fronts, an indication of some type of organized leadership." He was talking more to himself than anything, but he noticed Gwandon look up from the note as he spoke.

    Bringing his attention back to the subject of Cymri and Menecrow, Darion told Gwandon the rest of the nights events to the best of his reasoning. The most important part was that Cymri and Menecrow had left, and they took the boy's sword with them.
     
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    "Interesting" Gwandon pondered another moment. "Tonight has changed things, perhaps too much. What worries me is that these things are obviously some scouts or attack from Alvarel, which means he knows where we are and what kind of men we have with us. Him using intelligent beasts or at least some kind of organised leadership could prove dangerous for us aswell. We may need to rethink our plans thus far." After a short pause for thought he went on. "I can't say I'm shocked at the dissapearance of 'his magnificence' but Cymri is different. But I dont know what we can do about it if we still hope t defeat the elf. Do you think we should tell the boy about his sword?"
     
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    Darion simply shrugged in response to Gwandon's question. "The boy is not of much concern to me, as far as I'm concerned the emerald is Cymri's to do with as she chooses."

    Darion took a couple of steps to where one of the creatures lay lifeless in the dirt. "I've never seen one before, but stories call these things Vagrons. They are the creation of Cyric, wich truly worries me." Darion let out a long sigh and turned to regard his companion. "I fear you are correct, we no longer have the advantage of stealth, what do you suggest?"
     
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    Laughing slightly Gwandon nodded. "When hunting as a youth If I ever made enough noise to be spotted by the quarry, my brother always loosed an arrow into it when its attention was drawn. If we trully have been spotted in our tracks, then maybe it is wise to use that to our advantage and have another party do our original plan while we keep the enemy's attention drawn."

    In an instant gwandons sword was out of its scabbard and slicing through the air, spinning with ease. As Darion watched puzzled, Gwandon slipped the knife out from behind his belt and held it poise to stab Darion. "The sword lets the knife slip in unhindered, unless you face a blademaster."
     
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    "Then we split up." Darion said to himself. He stood silently for a moment considering all the possible implications. "The only draw back to that plan is that one of us will have to travel with the boy." Darion added with a grin.

    Darion looked to the now open stable where most of the men they rode with were gathered. Some were nursing minor wounds, but the majority came through the night uninjured. "You have as good a plan as any I can come up with, choose your men, let us meet after everyone has taken their morning meal." Darion waited a moment for Gwandon to nod his head in agreement, then walked off toward the stable to help tend to the wounded.