[color=0072bc][h3]Ardur The Pixie[/h3][/color]  [color=92278f]hanging out above some gobo's >>> Taking another chance /// day 8 // Evening / Location - near cave entrance  [/color]

These goblins were not being quiet about what they were talking about. Obviously they have never had to worry about others listening in on their conversations. Even with the group of them slowly moving away, Ardur could still hear them talk of making a wall, some sort of deal, betraying that deal, some basic strategies, and using them as slaves. One thing this pixie was sure of, he would not be a slave.

However, soon the group moved far enough away that he couldn’t hear them very well any more. Just a few loud words every now and then. He would make it a point to try to remember the names of the goblins later. For now Ardur waited for a few moments longer before grabbing Steve again and fluttering to the next area, still close enough to listen but hopefully far enough away so he wouldn’t be seen or heard.

Again their talk was simply about gathering materials and trying to figure out what they were going to do now. He could hear Crispy’s voice and then another one, the female goblin he had helped out a few days ago. She was talking to him about her part and what she was doing during the battle. They continued talking while the other goblins seemed to disperse, something about dreams.

Then something unexpected happened, the female goblin called out to her monster friend ash. Could this be the same Ash he met so many days ago? Could his mighty steed still be alive? These where questions he needed answers for. Creeping over the rocky surface carefully toward them with Steve trailing close behind. The spider was still doing her job as lookout and unknown to Ardur also a safety. The spider had been occasionally sticking silk to the ceiling incase either of them fell.

Well since the others seemed to be near by at least and he was close to crispy, Ardur decided to speak up. While softly singing a haunting tune. 

[color=92278f]“Born of graves and left below. Painted ashes, painted snow. When the dark awakens. Fires of our last hope are getting low. Souls of gods and souls of men. Meet in, cinders to ascend. Fate has chosen. And our fading light is at its end.”[/color]

While singing this low tune, the pixie slowly revels himself from his perch and hangs from one of the spires gripping it with his hand but readied himself in case he was met with hostility from the two goblins so he could get away quickly.

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[b]Level:[/b] 4

[b]Health:[/b] Full
[b]Mana:[/b] 1/2
[b]Stamina:[/b] 1/2?

[b]Inventory:[/b] N/A

[b]Clothes:[/b] Spider silk clothing.

[b]Weapons:[/b] N/A

[b]Magic/Skills:[/b] Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger I

[b]Kills for current level:[/b]

[b]Other:[/b] Song - [url=https://youtu.be/f52mI1YHp-k]Aviators - Fading Light[/url]
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