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Oaks swing made a loud crunch and a splatter of warm blood splashed across his calf as the slaver took his last shaking breath.

His blow to your legs didn't hit but I wanted to let you tell what you do about it so I just left it there. Also, he isn't going to be getting up.

Oak's stout branch connected with the human slavers head with a solid thud. His eyes went wide for a second and then he stumbled back a step. The man quickly fell to the ground bleeding profusely from a large wound on his temple. He seemed very disoriented as he clumsily swung his sword distractedly at Oak's legs.

As the human fell down the elf slaver turned toward the two and let two of his shining blades fly toward Oak. Mel took this chance to deliver a low sweeping kick that knocked his legs out from under him. She quickly pinned him to the ground with her dagger at his throat.

So I decided that for combat I am just going to roll a d20 to see how well each action goes. I guess just say what your action is and then as the GM I will come in and say what happened. I am not sure how well this will work but I want to give it a try. For my character I just put the results in Mel's post to make things move faster.

Unfortunately for me I always roll crappy in combat...T_T

The large club connected with the slaver's sword as he barely got it in front of his face. The force of the blow knocked him back several feet. He lifted his sword further and charged at Oak. He swung at Oak's arms, trying to injure him enough that he wouldn't be able to hold the weapon. His swing missed as Oak nimbly dodged. The sword swung into the ground and the slaver grunted as he quickly jerked it out.

At the same time, the elf slaver sent one of the deadly darts flying toward Mel. The dart plunged half if its four inches into her thigh.

The human, named Mikhael, stared at the two adventurers they had found. He and Zieldiar had been one of the few pairings of elf and human he had seen so he had a strange feeling about this one. They seemed too familiar somehow. He pulled his sword from its sheath and readied himself for a fight. He didn't like the look in their eyes, too determined for being newcomers. They both seemed to be in good health but the people they found usually were. He looked at the elfin woman, females always sold for more so that would be a nice bonus. The human looked strong and that would also be a boon, later, not now. The slavers had been out here for awhile looking for any newcomers. The boss wasn't a patient man but when they came back with this load they they would be well rewarded. He thought about returning to the large slaver camp and his woman. He wanted to rush in and get this over with, but Zieldiar liked to take his time with things so he waited for his partner.

The elf looked from one adventurer to the other, "Actually, you will be coming with us." As he said this he dropped the heavy hemp rope from his willowy waist to the ground and stepped gracefully out of the loop. This revealed a black belt of sorts that held many silver small blades. He picked one out and held it between his thumb and index finger. It looked like a tiny spearhead and appeared to be sharp on both tips.
"Now, you can drop your pathetic weapons and come with us or we can injure you and then take you. What is your choice?" He twirled the blade dexterously as he waited for their answer.

As the two adventurers tensely waited in the clearing the sound of something stomping through the undergrowth intensified. Soon they could hear voices whispering.

Two males walked simultaneously out of the bushes and stopped immediately, staring at the two who had been silently waiting for them. What stood before the adventurers was a slender pale elf and a swarthy black haired and bearded human. The two looked like adventurers themselves with one exception, they had long coils or rope around their waists and a certain air about them that betrayed their sinister intentions. They were wearing leather jerkins, breeches, and leather boots, along with some gaudy accessories. The items were serviceable but nothing special to look at.

The human moved his hand to his sword immediately as he surveyed the adventurers. The elf raised an eyebrow, "Well, what have we found here? Where are you two heading?"

The old woman saw the man cover himself and exclaimed, "Oops, when you get to be my age you have seen everything. Here you go young fellow." She tossed her shawl to him.
"Alright now for the food!" She said as she somehow produced three bowl-like mugs from somewhere about her person. She filled them generously with the brown lava and handed them out. The hares by this time had been butchered, skewered, and were sizzling on the fire. She took a a swig of the muck and began to speak, "Mm, well what you two need to do is get moving. You are already behind and that won't make it easier to get out, I can tell you that much." The elf frowned as she asked, "Get out of where exactly?" The old woman cocked her head toward the elf, cracked a strange smile, and replied, "The Labyrinth you foolish girl. No one ever listens to an old woman. If you haven't already figured it out, you are in a place that you don't want to be and your goal should be to get out. Even the hares you are cooking knew that much."

The old woman raises her gaze to the man as she hears him stir. His confusion and distress are obvious, it usually is, but at least he is more curious than anything else. This role she plays can get so tiresome when the participant tries to be forceful with her. Usually the people in the clearing appeared two at a time but this pair had been different. The first had showed up about a week ago and luckily had been patient. Not that the old woman didn't mind the company, it wasn't very often she had someone to talk to for any length of time. Usually they just heard her out, if she was lucky, and took off to get started on the long journey ahead.
The old woman blinked several times and realized that her mind had wandered for a little too long. The man was now speaking to her. His questions were simple enough to answer, "You are in the Labyrinth my friend and it matters not who you are before you came to be here. Now, have some soup and I will explain the rest as we eat." She turned toward the trees and let out a shout, "Meldiriel get over here! The man is awake and we are finally ready to eat!"

In a clearing of tall oak trees an old woman sits, stirring a pot of what looks like bubbling mud over a small campfire. The color of the vegetation is muted as if there has been a drought. Everything looks dry and dirty, especially the old woman. She seems like a fortune-teller down on her luck. Her hair is in a large gray bun of sorts with many stray hairs framing her weather-worn, wrinkled face. The dress and shawl on her shriveled frame is thread-bare and dirty. She moves her arm very slowly as she stirs. Even though her body seems frail and weak, her eyes betray strength and wisdom. They are the piercing green of spring growth. The kind of eyes that hold your gaze and see into your soul.
A man lays sleeping near her and the fire. Another figure moves about the trees, just outside of the clearing.