#quest.open

[lucfleury]

(open starter)

It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. 

Luc had gotten so bored of that tiny little town and yeah, it was probably too soon to go back to Vecra, but there was nothing keeping him from trying to tag along with this ragtag lot of travelers. They were the most interesting thing he’d seen in weeks! Months!

And then a fog fell over the party and everything became a little bit fuzzy.

Hot on their trail, suddenly someone came out of nowhere. He scrambled to a halt before running into them. “Oh. Hi! This is some pretty crazy fog, huh? It’s kind of like breathing clouds. Do you think this is what birds feel like?”

[kieranargent]

(open starter)

There was something about the fog that sent a shiver down Kieran’s spine.

He found himself gripping Drouin’s mane and relaxed his grasp, patting the horse’s neck instead. The horse and the fog were around the same color, which only made the whole experience that much more disconcerting; on more than one occasion, the fog had been so thick and matched Drouin’s coloring so closely that it had almost felt like Kieran was floating.

After two instances of that, Kieran swung down and settled solidly on the ground. 

There. A bit better at least. 

He took Drouin’s reins loosely and nudged his shoulder before starting again.

[hcrince]

red curls dangled in front of the young hobbit’s face as she moved in to get a closer look. “whoa.” rosalyn had been to very few places in her life and truthfully had seen very little of the world. so, discovering new things was always exciting for her. “what is that?” she asked.

[lintepilindi]

          Stand strong, shoot straight. Arion had repeated the same four words again and again throughout the warg attack. He had known this was coming, it wasn’t a surprise in the least, but he hadn’t expected to be surrounded in a box canyon. Arion hissed through his teeth, letting a half dozen arrows fly at the beasts that had not dared to plunge into the canyon to feast upon the waiting party. 

          He had been wounded, he could feel the blood running from his hairline, the gash in his side, but Arion managed to ward off the pain with his focus on survival. It took everything within him to keep himself from falling apart. 

          Wargs. He’d learned to fear them through the years, from their flashing teeth to the wicked curve of their claws, they’d brought so, so much pain... 

          For a moment, there was a break. The barking stopped, if only momentarily, and Arion could find no creature to loose his arrows at. Again, he hissed and turned to try to find the members of his party amidst the chaos. Many wargs had fallen, arrows and gashes in their sides, but what of his fellows? His eyes searched for them desperately, one, two, five more there... But one was missing, Arion stepped forward, searching for the face that was missing amongst the others. Where were they?

[thaldan-rotmiir]

“now....i know we’ve got some problems going on with wulf. but we’ve got a plan and right now there is not much we can do for him. i think he’d want us to relax a little bit and enjoy ourselves.” thaldan emphasized his point by nudging the drink over in their direction. “plus, with this journey coming up it’s going to be a while until i can sit down and have a drink with some pleasant looking company. would you want to rob me of that chance?”

[faunalynamaranthae]

the small smile on faunalyn’s lips was filled with affection as she cooed at the rather massive crow perched on her fingers. the crow, who had spent the better part of the afternoon shouting obscenities while attempting to ride each of the horses, seemed quite pleased with himself as he let out yet another curse over alyn’s shoulder at one of the others. with a sigh and a roll of her eyes the elven woman turned, the apologetic smile not quite matching the playful glint in her eyes.

“forgive him. seems he left his manners back in the city. how are you this evening?”