"You are a good man, Jasper,a good man!" he says as he smiles.
"Let us find our wayward Aielman" The staff welder says when down and takes it up, using it to walk on, heavily resting on it.
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"Wait..." Lazar says as he sees the youth leap and he sighs. "TO be young and foolish again. May dance with a girl or three, kiss and tumble, may be called again by a Grey or Brown whilst I sautee away in Tar Valon" Lazar said in a sing song style verse, before making his way down with his Mule going with Jasper. "Jasper good fellow care to put ol' Royce with the other livestock. Has enough on him to feed us." The old man said before taking tiem to climb down like a spider.
"Ah yes, though you should do a woven wall of the trees felled in the trees that aren't. We can hide behind and use the tops to cover the walls, giving us more coverage and blending in more. That way, normal men will have to storm the walls, and we can easily peg push them off!" He says as he overhears and offers his advice. "Though I know not how sophisticated their tactics and warfare is" he says as if it were just something one says at a tavern.
" True" Lazar says as he gets up anx laughs. " Means we are gonna explore!!!" He says vigorously as if half his age
"I see? SO no fresh water" Lazar says, stretching. "Need to get Murph here up there. I'll be fine." Lazar notes the distance and seemingly stretches as he looks up the banks, ready for a sprint.
"I see, okay, good to know" He says as he picks up the pace his limp lessening to non-existence. Lazar works his legs swiftly and his staff seemingly a blur. The Mule behind him picks up its pace to a trot. "Lead the way good sir"
"Still not good for firewood. Looks like I'll have to use a cleaver to hack at those branches." Lazar says, leading his mule and keeping up despite his apparent limp and stoop.
"We can boil it, as there is plenty of wood around here. Though I have no axe."Lazar says as he continues leaning heavily on his staff while leading his mule.
"I believe both can find that faster than we. It is Alien to us. The strange sands and the Mountain? Even more, the fruit and who knows what beasts." Lazar reiterates, still seemingly relaxed, hovering and waiting. "But true, need it for a variety of things. If need be, we can boil it."
"Good to hear, Sister. I do not wish to see an Aes Sedai dead and us having to get you back to the tower. Much less to explain a sister's death! It's bad enough being caught by another sister in bed..." he smiles then chuckles. "Don't worry she was oddly enough she was a Red Sister. Hated me and Loved me all in the same breath!" Which laughed harder and then coughed."Sorry,I do miss her, but she Bonded with one of the Balck Tower. Good Lad, for an Altaran" He added as he grabbed the halter lead of his mule and adjusted his own pack. Those observing clearly would think him a lightly burdened Merchant or Peddlar, working off the back of a mule rather than a wagon. His gear was road-travelled but of fine quality, Andoraen vut, with the right Domani emblesshies. "Shall we head after out wayword wolf? Or do we follow the Aielman?" Lazar says riegn in one hand and leaning on his Masterpiece staff with the other.
Lazar looks to the others and shakes hishead." Who is gonna help you Sister if your grasp becomes sieze" He says as he then moves on the shore watching his Mule getting placed on the ground. He leans heavily on his staff. His breaths labored as he thrn coughs and spits onto the beach. "Let us see what we can do over in the area with the wolf. Id hate to see a great asset wasted and made useless," He says with a wink.
"It smells so bad!" Lazar says, pulling a hankerchief from his coat and placing it to his nose. "Something really disastrous happened on the beach"
"A Smoking Mountian? Interesting. Isn't there some of those in the Blight?" he says looking out and then back. " Maybe, these mad men can be made into civilized men?"
Lazar sits in the boat looking on the shore. Large trees with Golden Yellow fruit. Others had round hairy huts. The fish dance about in varied colors and bright scales. "Wonder what foods we can find to feast on and create." He says as he looks at the Wolf. " Ah, hello there"he says pulling out salted piece of pork and holds it out for him. "Stick with me and I will make your kills cooked and flavorful." he laughs and then stares ahead.
"I'll secure and make some food. Onc eon the road if we find something to butcher and preserve, we'll n eed some salt, fruits, fat and intestines. Make some blood sausage, Lard Tact and Pemmikin. Not the best but it'll give us fuel to carry on" Lazar says as he pics up his staff and then stands fully leaning on it. "No matter what, food will be hard pressed, I;ll make sure to cook things that will last a few meals. Substitute with huntin', fishing, and foragin'" he says, scratching his chin then stroking his mustache. ""What 'bout you sister, you got any survival skills?" He asks looking at other and then back at Kayden. "Pretty sure you look like you've seen the underside of the canopy way too many times."
"I have no issue with a smaller party. It allows us the ability to move swiftly and discreetly. Also easier for me to manage our stores." He chuckles as he then looks at the fellow. He takes him in and then nods. "I will also state I am a sniffer. My nose tracks down evil. My current mule is Aleki, a beautiful Mule lass, and sturdy. A bit temperamental. Not sure about the ride, never did learn to ride." He laughed at the last part, remembering his various near deaths on horseback before, during, and after the last battle.
"Hopefully, the land isn't as foul as the business. My nose is a sensitive one. As for food aside from my stores, we could kill and slaughter my Mule. I would hate that. However, we may need her in this rugged land. She also makes carrying all my pots and stores full." he says with a smile as he leans on his staff, after having pulled the black Sung Wood staff, both ends capped with gleaming metal. "Besides I walk"
"If we can't find fresh water, we can boil and strain the salt water, As for food stuffs I have some."
"Well then, I guess we are to venture forth. We were doing it anyway, what is worse is we have a dead Windfinder, and a possible vengeful Sea Folk."Lazar says, looking around. "Not only does it smell off like the pit of a porter who had been trekking overland for days without washing. The humidity of the day makes the sour even more sour."The old man adds, touching his finger to his nose. "Lazar Tehran, at your service Sister." he says and then smiles."Wonder how my actual sister is doing in the white tower. She is a grey sister"
Lazar looks at Jasper and eyes him. Lazar was a veteran of the Final battle, too. Many things were seen that can't be unseen. Doesn't mean one was to be uncivil and throw knives. They weren't Sharans', After the kerfuffle, Lazar heads over to the Aei'Sedai and, with flourishing motion, his hat comes off and he bows respectfully. Just as elegantly, he puts the hat back on his head as he then taps his pipe clean. "Aei'Sedai, It is true. I doubt no one has traversed these lands. Instead, I see we humans can't seem to get along. The Nerve of some." Lazar said, bristling his mustache as then continues." A white sister, eh? Figured a brown would be more apt to be here. That's beside the point. What do you think about the power here? Any danger of it being a direct attack?"
"Well, I'm no channeller, but I do know a thing or to Lad," He says shiftily, letting the dagger disappear. "Our Windfinder perished from the power. Haven't seen that since the war. It also seemed to me to be death by exertion. Like a Stevedore or Porter having to carry double the load and while walking uphill during a muddy downpour!" He said, taking another puff of his pipe.' "What's more interesting than that. Oh yes, I do not like the fact that another being died. Though this sparks curiosity in me. One that needs investigating." Lazar says his face is that of an elderly man, hair more gray than black. Still, he held himself with pride. He had seen much, first as a hunter of the horn, and later as a combatant in Merrilor. Since then, he had cooked for any and all. Seafolk, Illianier, Seanchan, Aes Sedai, Aiel, etc. He never stopped being a hero, aiding in taking down those who did evil. His nose and staff are aiding him. To the veteran, he had seen the horrors of the world, and instead of shying away, found it more of a puzzle to seek out and solve than to shy away from. "Aside from that, it would be smart of us to figure out what is causing this and what we can do to curtail it. No telling whether it's isolated to her, to this area, if it's growing, etc. " Lazar finally stated feeling he was about to embark on a new mystery that will lead to a new adventure.
"Well, that was interesting?" Lazar says as he smokes his pipe and sharpens some of his knives.
Same as Dhaeric, do we have Magical Items and I know my Rep is high. Figured I would have Lazar be a former hunter turned participant in the Last Battle. Might even have him learn Seanchan
I am here
I have been picked. I shall be the camp chef
Question can Lazar have a Sung Wood staff that equals a Power Wrought Blade with the +3. and the other I'd give him is a Handy Haversack
Have to work on the updates but Lazar is here
Question Riz can I reuse another character from a previous campiagn like Lazar here.
Lazar pulls a pair of knives and readies to throw with on hand and his other holds his staff.
Finally moved myself up with Ceirn
" Solid plan, savw the dancing, I dont think he is up for it!" Lazar smiles as he the. Slips into the surroundings.
" Ceirn and I should avoid that rock stuff get to those trees and then try and attack the hooded guy. The. We can save our bookkeeper. Or someone saves Norm and the rest of us attack the channeler." he says as he slips the staff into the crux of his arms and then checks his knives. His many many knives
" Great, Just Bloody great!"He says drom his hidinf spot and then moves heading towards the snell rethinking his lige.
" So thats what it smells like" Lazar says and sighs as he looks about at rhe terrian. He then foes to find a place to hide. He was better at striking from the shadows. Let Ceirn and Navarre soften him up.
Lazar looks about and then takes a deep breath.
As he does he looks to rhe woman and raises a brow. He keeps his rhoughts to himself bur looks about for anythinf thay can protect from thw lighting. "Ceirn we need shelter from the storm, so.ething that Lighting cant easily breech!" the Domani says placing a hans on his hat.
Lazar whirls his staff abs rhen reahmched out his hand goinf to the womans shoulder.[b]"Dont fret we can protector The big guy on the horse is a warrior of no real reknown and the other is an Aeil! Well be fine!" Lazar says leaving himself out of it.
Lazar step backwards into the portal.
He manages to step back and down with little issue. It was oddly smooth for a man like him. As he reconstitutes to the outside world he sees a woman running and works to get the lantern off the end of his staff."I think troubles coming our way lads" The domani man finally gets the lantern off and sets it diwn while working his staff, making sure it was still fine. Readjusting for balance he smiles and looks to Navarre the. To Ceirn. " Ill secure the woman you two, hold off whatever is chasing her+" the man says with a chuckle
Once the others leave, Lazar runs the back of his flat fingers chin in a salute that many consider quite obscene. After that, he then walks into the portal and on the other side shifts and moves the leaf back in place closing the portal.
Lazar fiddles with the leaf and looks back, a tear fr his mule and equipment as he then looks at the others."Gates open let's get outta here!"
"MY PACK MULE!!!!"Lazar says as he drops to his knees and cries! He then stands up and remembers the evil wind and doubles his effort.
"I'm going for it, some help the mounts or at least throw the gear down after, " Lazar says as he lifts the lantern up high and goes for the leap.
Lazar shivers as he speaks."Um something is talking, it wants our blood"
"Um, the wind is coming!" Lazar exclaims his voice quavering strangely though he stood rigid. " Isnt feeling the wind a bad thing here?" Lazar said trying to recolect what he had heard on the journey to Far Madding?
Lazar sniffles and loops the lantern on the end of his staff and begins to use his flint and steel to relight it.
Lazar goes through the packs of his mule and pulls out the necessary materials and begins to read them. As he does he looks about and then looks to the other two. "Here double check if that is the right way to go"
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