Akkarin, gets ready to attack the moster and so is not looking at the group as they talk to another stranger. though he duse wonder how that lady from the pub got here. but then more pressing things pass his mind.

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flight of the dragon

"Are we going to do something or shall we stand around and talk?" I say casually with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. I still hold my bow with an arrow nocked but at a low ready position.

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draconia: As you go to attack the monster you realize it must have fallen down the other side, which means the only way to go after it is to climb this mountain and go for it.

Cenerae, leanos, JrEye, Nighthawk: While standing there at the bottom of the mountain you know there are so many choices here. Let the monster be, or climb the mountain and go for it. You notice the rain has lightened up a bit, and it seems the storm is clearing now. Your clothes soaked from the rain, and you know it could be risky to climb that mountain. After it raining it has the possibility of being slick. You all feel a cool breeze pass you by, and you hear a wailing coming from afar. Perhaps over the mountain, only one could tell.

Jagoda: As you tune yourself into the spirits that swarm this place, you can feel something in pain. A pain that is most unbearable. You feel your medatative mind take over, and you feel yourself leave your body as you feel your soul being tugged, as though something were dragging you. As your soul leaves your body, you see the trees below, and a mountain, as you go over the mountain, you see a young girls spirit in trouble. Her soul is weak, and she is in so much pain. You notice a woman beside her. But her soul doesn't look normal at all. It is as though her soul is exactly as one with her body. Not seperate. You have heard stories that only certain people are like that. Spirit Folks. This is a most peciluar one indeed, for her kind is to be known as the guardians of the forrest.

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"Blow winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!"- William Shakespear, King Lear

Akkarin ponders this problem.

then thinks well she is posably in troble and you never know what could be over the mountin.

so Akkarin climbs starts to climb over the mountin. he thinks may be tracking the mosters path would be the quickest path over this mountin. so he starts his climb over the mountin and hopes he duse not have to travel to far. thisi s the farthis he has been to this place with out hes beloved. so with a heavy heart he climbs.

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Hearing the wailing I follow the other man and start to climb. I barely know these people but I feel that our intentions are the same.

"I don't know what is on the other side of that mountain, but I know we got a better chance together than apart. They say two heads are better than one, and I say two swords are better than one." I say to the man. I then nod the confirmation of my support and start to climb once again in silence, waiting and listening for what might lie beyond the mountain.

Akkarin looks at the guy as he speaks.

Akkarin smiles and say " ok then lets go, be careful, for on the othr side is that dark park, not reay shoure where mind my wife did that sort of thing. you know navagate and such."

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I motion to the othe man and woman to follow and begin to climb the mountain also.

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Seeing the others choose to climb, the woman watches for a few moments before reluctantly following. Curiosity would be the death of her yet...

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Anger not the dragons, for thou art crunchy and tasteth good with ketchup.

I reluctantly follow along with the others and climb up, possibly to my death. I fear not for I will keep going.

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Oderint, dum Metuant.
Nam si violandum est ius, regnandi gratia violandum est.
Veni, Vedi, Vici.
Vae Victis!

A tall man with black hair and suited in full chain mail with a long black hunting cloak enters the Bulk Tavern. The light of the tavern reflect off the spikes of the morning star at his left. On his right hip sits a long sword, of which only the hilt which is studded with beautiful sapphires can be seen. He scowls at the few men who dare lock eyes with him as he walks towards the table in corner, farthest away from the rest of the patrons, and orders a bottle of whiskey. He brings out a quill, writing ink, and a piece of parchment from within his cloak and begins to write. On his right hand, on the skin between his thumb and forefinger is a tatoo of a red X.

Seeing the spirit he floats down twords her and studies her more contemplateing the curriosity of why such is first on a mountain and secondly in pain.

"Oh my dear what tortures you so?"

He says with a peacefull smile to the spirit of the girl and he sits in the air crosslegged

Jagoda: As you float down to the young girl and speak to her she looks up at you with her sad eyes and her teeth grinding together. She does not answer you for a moment, and then as she goes to speak you see a monsterous beast's head come at you with jaws snapping and the young girl screams, and you lose all concentration. Your heart beating rapidly, as though it's about to burst from your chest. Your eyes open up and you are back in the tavern, your eye sight blurry, as everything seems to be double. For a second there you feel as though you are floating, and then you realize you are on the floor, and someone is behind you helping you up off the floor.

"Are you okay?" You hear a woman ask, and as you look behind you, you see what looks to be an oriental woman. Her hair in a bun with chop sticks tied into it, and her eyes green as the ivy on a vine. You soon realize her ears are slightly pointed, and it dawns on you she must be a half elf.

Zalenc: As you are seated down at the table, you can still feel the eyes of some who look upon you. While writing on your parchment, you notice out of the corner of your eye a very attractive half elf that looks to be slightly oriental, and a man that she is helping up. Possibly too many drinks, or got into a fight and got knocked out. But you know it's really non your concern. You are heere for one reason and one reason only. You can't afford to have any interruptions.
Just then the wench comes back and sets your drink down on to the table near your parchment.

"Will that be all, sir?" She asks, and you feel her eyes gaze down upon your tattoo on your hand. You feel your eyes look downward, and you see her hands fidgetting a little as they twitch, and you spot something gleaming tied into her waist appron.

leanos, draconia, Cenerae, JrEye, and Nighthawk: As the four of you begin to climb the mountain, you hear a *woosh* sound above you. As you look up you see nothing but the night sky, and the moon. The rocks are a bit slick, and you know you have to stay calm and relaxed or you could slip and fall to your death.
As you continue onward, you hear the noise again, and you all see something with wings out of the corner of your eye, and once you notice it, you all hear a screech, and a metallic sharp jagged feather whips by you all, and it slightly cuts the fourth man on the cheek and pierces into the rock as simple as a pair of scissors cutting through paper.
Once you look to see where it came from you spot 7 harpies in the sky, and they all screech down at you and let more feathers fly at you. You know you have to keep your balance, fore you are in the midway of the mountain, and it is a long fall down.

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"Blow winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!"- William Shakespear, King Lear

I turn to them, "Shall we fight or leave this place? I can escape and take you all with me but you must trust me and hold on. If we fight then I will stay and help."

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Oderint, dum Metuant.
Nam si violandum est ius, regnandi gratia violandum est.
Veni, Vedi, Vici.
Vae Victis!

I thank the wench for the whiskey and tell her that will be all. I bend to the side of the table and begin to tie my boot lace, feeling the reassuring handle of my hidden dagger, in case this woman turns violent. Although she would be no match for me, one can never be too careful, and the last thing I need is to have to fend off half the tavern.

"It would seem that Lady Luck is giving us a rather harsh test. I confess I don't like the odds here, but fight or flight I leave to the rest of you." She looked around for a stable platform she could stand and fight on, if it came to that.

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Anger not the dragons, for thou art crunchy and tasteth good with ketchup.