[h1]Dragons Cradle[/h1]

The smith looked up from his work for the first time and looked intently towards the young girl. [color=9e0b0f]"You say your pap made you that creature? Not many elves know that kind of magic..."[/color] he looked thoughtful for a few moments and then continued, [color=9e0b0f]"Who's your pap lass? Was he a Tihaluhesi? Or one of those new bloods who are in charge? Speak honestly girl a lot's riding on this!"[/color]
[@Mr Rage]

[h2]Lost Woods[/h2]

The old man gazed his eyes on the decaying knight and fell to his knees, "My Lord! Please I know it is selfish to ask more of you when you've already saved my life. But if anything happens to her then my life is meaningless!" He became choked up with emotion unable to continue for a while. When he composed himself he continued, "They took my Lucile. The same group of bandits who attacked us earlier. They live in an old logging camp to the east. I beg of you sire, the Knights of Radiance can't help me. I was hoping those of Ebonwood could..."
[@Turbowraith]

[h3]Sun Kingdom Forrest[/h3]

[color=ed145b]"There's only one, easy pickens ea' boss?"[/color] Spoke a quiet voice in the night. It belonged to a goblin hidden in a tree, he and his boss where watching this stranger while four of his kin waited in the bushes to launch the ambush. [color=ed145b]"Quick not easy. You see that cloak? The book? That's a wizard. We got to do this fast before he can cast one of his spells and turn us all into ash. You sneak up behind him and and stick em' in the back. The others will come rushing to finish him up. I'll stay up here. If ya get involved o trouble I'll stick an arrow into him"[/color] his underling nodded satisfied with the sureness of the plan.

He signaled to the others by flashing a piece of glass and the moon rays. As he scampered down the tree and crept up on his prey, his boss was already creeping away from the whole scene. There was no way he was getting mixed up with a wizard! He was going straight to the raid master with his findings. His minion snuck along, ignorant of his abandonment and pulled a skinning knife from its sheath. It wasn't the most impressive blade, but it was good iron and would cause a lot of bleeding with a lucky blow. His was eight yards away from his target, when the wind shifted carrying his wretched stench to the hooded figure.
[@Oraculum]