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"Guardians?" says Iflen cocking an eyebrow "We never encountered no guardians"
"Yes! and that the mighty heroes have avenged his death! onwards to the satyr! err which way is it?" asks Iflen rushing off into the trees
"Ok so we have 3 of then so where are the others?" says Iflen probingly "What did that riddle thing say again conrad?
"Alright alright" says Iflen and kicks Grelm foward "Oh and your little goblin friend is dead, thats what happens to people that piss me off" Iflen cringes even to himself at the pun. "Good day to you all... oh and if I see you again I'll be sure to run you through with your own sword" he says to Grelm with a disconcerting wink.
Iflen walks over and takes the glass from the man "Magical glass eh?" he says holding it up to the light. "Thank you for your generosity" he says in a clearly sarcastic manner.
"Not a bad idea beautiful" replies Iflen to kelara. "Alright you!" he says to the merc "On your feet and move! You might not be scared of me but i've got no qualms about choppin your head off!"
Iflen fits the wand into his belt and takes the other potion of cure light wounds also clipping it onto his belt. "Maybe this'll help Ama in not getting killed next time" Iflen says with a smile. He walks over to Ama and slips it onto his finger as Kelara pours the potion down his throat. He waits for Ama to regain consciousness and recover then says "Come on! We have to catch up to the other two, leave him here" points at the merc "We'll come back for him later...if he's lucky"
"Just leave him there, we can decide later if we wanna come back for him or let him starve" says Iflen raising his eyebrows at the merc. "First though shouldnt we get these artifacts sorted out" Iflen clicks his fingers twice and swirls them in a half circle before muttering "Fluminera" and gathering up some of the items.
Iflen looks annoyed that his threat did'nt work and considers burning the man just to ease his anger. "Whats your bird say elf man?"
Iflen goes over and picks up the wand feeling the magic of it coursing up his arm and through his very being. Hah! and I thought this thing would be hard to use, its easy you just point and burn. Our hero then moves closer to the merc whilst saying to the others "I'll guard him, hows Ama doing?" Iflen stands about 10ft away from the merc and points the wand at his face. "Move and you burn" he threatens with a blank cold face.
"Hmm this has never happened before" Iflen mumbles to himself. "The guy must have a lot of willpower...guess we better tie him up then, does anyone have any rope?" Iflen takes a quick look over the goblin and the other merc to see if they have any rope or anything that could be used to tie him up with.
"But if we are to kill him outright ... how does that separate us from the bad guys ?" "Fine" says Iflen with indignation, more than a bit annoyed that Kelara did'nt even respond to his comment, Whats up with her? "I have no rope but I have something just as good" Iflen grins. I love doing this. He weaves the arcane gesture with ease, having learnt to impose his will on others early on in his childhood. "Submineeai!" commands Iflen as he reaches out with his mind into the merc's.
"Put your weapon away" he says to Conrad "You should probably help Kelara. The big guys my friend now but I'll bet he still hates you" Iflen grins and crouches opposite the merc waiting for him to wake up.
Iflen picks up the Mercs massive greatsword and heaves it onto his shoulder. "Who needs ropes?" he says bluntly "This bastard killed the druid. He deserves to die himself." Iflen feels the weight of the greatsword bobbing it up and down as he considers dropping it onto the mercs neck. "Are you alright Kelara?" he asks sympathetically.
Iflen can't help but grin as the golin collapses in a sizzling heap, That'll teach ya, you stupid creature! Iflen's grin is cut short though as the armored man cleaves through Ama's body in a single slice. Iflen marvels at how easily the mercenary deals out death. He must do this all the time...he's not gonna get me though! he thinks to himself and darts foward, eyes on the blood soaked greatsword at all times. Iflen's mind reaches out and assaults the merc's unprotected little brain as he hopes this will give him enough time to take the bastard down!
Iflen sees the splash of blood and watches in slow motion and Kelara crumples into a bloody heap "Noo!" he yells as he runs foward and attempts to plunge his knife into the large mercs face.
Seeing that the goblin hasnt acnowledged him Iflen steps up his insults and threats. "Come on you son of a dung beetle!" he yells at the goblin "Lets see you in a fair fight!" Iflen feels the anger welling up inside him, letting it explode as acid through his palm as he thrusts it towards the goblin. Acid splash ranged touch: Damage:
Iflen slaps his palms together and pushes them through air whilst shouting "Irofen manastuul!" He then slides his knife out of its sheath and steps out into the path. "Come on goblin! We've got a score to settle!" he shouts in a commanding voice.
Iflen looks over at Kelara and puts his hand on her shoulder "Dont worry I'll protect you" he says soothingly. "We should get into the undergrwoth out of sight and then ambush them when they come out" Iflen darts into the undergrowth and tries to conceal himself.
Iflen looks down with wonder at the breastplate as the flames magically dissapear, leaving the armour miraculously unhurt. "Wow...you think these are them artifacts?" says Iflen picking up the armour and staring at it from arms length.
"Right! Well im gonna go see what I can find over there then, the sooner we find this artifact or whatever it is the sooner we can kill some goblin!" Iflen runs over to the left monolith and looks around for a tree to climb in order to get nearer. Once he's found one he attempts to climb it.
"So are we gonna check out the monolith first or go after the goblin and his friend?"
"Wait a second...I thought the killers had stolen the artifacts? Now your telling me they're hidden?" says Iflen sighing. He ponders to himself for a moment, Riddles and clues, damn I thought this was gonna be simple. "I think we should take them out while we can. But if we hurry maybe we can climb this monolith and then take them out! I've got no practise at climbing but I can haul my own weight!" says Iflen flexing his muscles slightly towards Kelara
"Hells...yes!" says Iflen "That goblins gonna wish it was never born! lets go! Iflen runs off towards the forest then stops a second, "err which way is it?" he asks sheepishly.
Willowroot passes away Iflen is busy reading the words that have magically formed on rocks Looks like some sort of verse or riddle...I hate riddles. He doesnt notice Willowroot dying until it is too late. "Damn! yells Iflen "looks like he's dead, nasty way to go." Iflen takes another look at the rocks. "These artifacts seem a lot more important than some shroud, but ive no idea what this means" he says pointing at the rocks "and what the hell does he mean return them to mishakal"
"Damn! too late!" says Iflen spying the body. can one of you help him ?" Iflen shakes his head "Not my area I'm afraid...but I aint just gonna stand by and let him die" Iflen rolls up his sleeves ready to help but cant help thinking the mercs are far away by now. Hopefully they dont know we're following them, sneak up on them in the dark then bam! skewered goblin!
"I've realized that this can be my new life ... But I will need some help in the combat area. Perhaps, Ilfen you can help me out in that regard ?" "Ah hah! Yes! We'll have you beating off drunks in no time! Lets get after them then! I've got some goblin face to smash! See ya Kraine, you'll have your shroud and your stuff back in no time!
Iflen stays in the young barmaids room tonight and well...you get the idea. In the morning he gets up nice and early and gets dressed. Whilst he does he admires the room thinking how much nicer it is than those in Falcon's hollow before also admiring his "catch" for the night. Without waking her he gathers his belongings and heads downstairs to greet his companions. He greets Kelara enthusiastically and nods to the other two. As Kraine steps down the stairs, black and blue, Iflen seethes quietly with anger. Bastards! Four against one and he's not even the fighting type, bet that was the goblins idea As Kraine returns downstairs and tells them what was stolen Iflen now speaks up, "Well I'd be more than happy to take out those scum succers! You want us to find them Kraine?" says Iflen slamming his fist into his palm.
Iflen takes a moment to notice the barmaid as he's engrossed in creating the perfect goblin death throes. When the woman speaks he jumps up and takes the robes graciously. "Thank you my dear. Ostler's generosity holds no bounds and it appears he employs only the most beautiful barmaids as well" says Iflen with a smile and a raised eyebrow. "Do you have any free time tonight? Is this bath big enough for two?"
Outside, Iflen slumps against the wall outside, alone with his thoughts and the cold night air. Bastard! If he didnt have friends I would have cut his throat out and fed it to the dogs! Who the hell travels with a goblin anyway?! I swear if i get the bastard alone I'll kill him. Iflen sits down on the floor with his back against the wall of the inn and proceeds to create the sounds of goblins dying with ghost sound.
Rage burns in Iflen's eyes and they flash fiery red for a second before returning to their normal brown colour as Iflen calms down. "Anything for you my dear...but dont you DARE ever push me again..." he says and storms past the goblin and his friend out the tavern door to calm down.
Sh*t! Probably shouldnt have done that thinks Iflen as he sees the goblins friends get up from the other side of the room. Damn! what should I do? Iflen lowers his knife but still keeps an eye on the goblin whilst slowly backing away. He then shouts over to the merc's "Your little friend just pissed on me! I got nothin against you, just him!"
"What the--?!? Filthy animal!" yells Iflen jumping to his feet and flinging his chair back towards the goblin behind him before drawing his knife.
"Well I want hard gold not spells for my payment! You cant spend spells!" despite this comment Iflen finds himself wondering Can I actually learn those spells? ive never actually tried...I wonder if I should get the elf to teach me some of that elf magic i heard about...hmm have to start sweet talking him too...bah! aint worth the effort. "But anyway, I'm definetly in" says Iflen The more gold the better. "Any idea where abouts in the forest this druid lives?"
As Iflen sits down with the others, he sinks into his chair as krane starts talking about shrouding how boring can you get? who'd want to spend all that time and money getting a picture of a dead king anyway? he tries not to look too bored though and occassionally gives the odd "uh huh" "hmmm" and nod. After Krane's last comment Iflen starts to think to himself Well I didnt really want to stay with the elf and old man much longer but they're not that bad I suppose, well the old man isnt anyway, that elfs a pain in the ass but this krane seems to like him, probably cos they're both so boring! I do get to stick with kelara though, thats the most important thing. Wonder how much he'll pay us? ooh I wonder if arthfell's the same as the darkmoon woods, belle was always telling me theres loads of werewolves in arthfell, that'll be fun! "Hah!" says Iflen "That forests nothing! I've lived on the edge of Darkmoon woods all my life and thats double as dangerous as Arthfell! How much will you be making it worth our while?"
Iflen had been walking slowly behind Kelara watching the shape of her legs and the grace and beauty with which she took each step. She's so beautiful...and she uses magic just like me, we must be destined for each other! thinks Iflen absentmindedly as they walk along. As the Inn comes into view Iflen stops outside staring at it as his companions enter. Wow! It must be 3 or 4 times the size of the sitting duck! Its so big. It must have some decent ale and lots of women, he thinks with a grin on his face. As Conrad ties up his horse Iflen takes a look around the stables, They're huge! and so many horses, wonder if I should get one. I would look striking on a horse. Iflen ponders this for a moment before he remembers about the ale and briskly walks into the Inn. He smiles as he sees the old man, what was his name? am? amu?, with a mug of ale already, old man beat me to it! he cant be that bad if he likes his ale that much. Iflen also sees Conrad looking stuck up again, he doesnt even relax in an inn? but doesnt care as he scans the room for Kelara. He's shocked to find her talking to a goblin! a goblin! Filthy creature! Iflen strides over to Kelara and puts his arm around her, "Everything all right Kelara?" he says in a soothing voice but then changes tone dramatically when talking to the goblin "What do you want?" he says sharply to the goblin.
Iflen had been walking slowly behind Kelara watching the shape of her legs and the grace and beauty with which she took each step. She's so beautiful...and she uses magic just like me, we must be destined for each other! thinks Iflen absentmindedly as they walk along. As the Inn comes into view Iflen stops outside staring at it as his companions enter. Wow! It must be 3 or 4 times the size of the sitting duck! Its so big. It must have some decent ale and lots of women, he thinks with a grin on his face. As Conrad ties up his horse Iflen takes a look around the stables, They're huge! and so many horses, wonder if I should get one. I would look striking on a horse. Iflen ponders this for a moment before he remembers about the ale and briskly walks into the Inn. He smiles as he sees the old man, what was his name? am? amu?, with a mug of ale already, old man beat me to it! he cant be that bad if he likes his ale that much. Iflen also sees Conrad looking stuck up again, he doesnt even relax in an inn? but doesnt care as he scans the room for Kelara. He's shocked to find her talking to a goblin! a goblin! Filthy creature! Iflen strides over to Kelara and puts his arm around her, "Everything all right Kelara?" he says in a soothing voice but then changes tone dramatically when talking to the goblin [i][b]"What do you want?" he says sharply to the goblin.
If I can remember right, smiths mark their weapons with a glyph or rune or some sort of mark, don't they? "The nine hells if I know" says Iflen "but if its a magic gylph or rune this might help" Iflen clicks his fingers twice and swirls them in a half circle before muttering "Fluminera" His eyes flash blue for a second and he holds out his hand to take the sword and examine it. "Oh by the way, nice shot with the sling before old man that was some throw"
"Basterd was'nt just a hobgoblin he was a cheap one too!" says Iflen and throws the coin purse across the floor. "Shall we get going? I could use a drink and the Inn can't be far off now" Yeah the sooner we get there the sooner I can get round to sweet talking Kelara, a few drinks down her and she'll be putty in my hands! better not try the magic though she's got some power of her own, might not work thinks Iflen and throws a charming smile at Kelara "Coming?"
Iflen looks with disgust but mild curiosity at the body, he's never seen a dead body in this state before. Sure he's seen the odd dead lumberjack carted out of the forest but nothing like this. He does'nt want to seem unerved by the body though so says confidently "Well if it was a hobgoblin at least it deserved it!" and proceeds to kick the body. "Wonder if he had any coin left" he mutters and starts to look on the floor around the body and in the coin purse.
"Damn!!" yells Iflen. Mangy thing! thinks Iflen You dont know who your dealing with! Iflen jumps back slightly and weaves his hands symbolically in the air before plunging his right hand towards the dog and shouting Hassafle! munatre! bursts of acid shoot from his finger tips towards the dog.
"Pfft! A dogs a dog I say. Watch this." Iflen strides towards the dogs pulling the most manly pose he can think of. He doesnt walk straight up to them but keeps to the left a little, trying to walk straight past them.
Iflen has been walking along in silence for most of journey, partly because he was feeling guilty at leaving his mother behind but mostly because he was trying to think up the perfect pick up line to seduce Kelara. She was the only reason he joined this group in the first place! A stuck up elf who seems to picking up every little twig on the way and a frail old man who looks like he's going to collapse, yeah perfect companions he thinks to himself sarcastically. These two would'nt last two minutes in the sitting duck he thinks smugly. God she's beautiful is all Iflen can think as they round the bend in the road. Kelara's comment snaps him out of his trance like state as he looks at the dogs. hmm only seen one dog before with rabies, damn dog went crazy, still just a dog though. Iflen smirks at Conrad's comment,"Whats the matter elf man? Afraid its gonna eat you next?" he then pushes in front of Kelara and says "Don't worry m'lady I'll protect you from the savage beasts" and gives her a short bow.
sorry that meant to say *first* pbp :P
I think I'll take a slot in this, should be fun. This'll be my PbP but im pretty experienced too.
Iflen Wolfheart is ready for action, eager to catch up to the other PC's and combat the plague. |