"You can do it!" Gilrumm yells from behind the bar counter. "I have the utmost faith in you Beaurmont!" For some reason the gnome seems rather fond of Beaurmont. It is said that gnomes have a good sense of people's souls.

Still slashing through many of the goblins, their numbers do not decrease. If anything they seem to grow in size. Beaurmont understands this is now a battle of attrition. One that he will not win. "Alright, everyone out of the pub! We can't stay here any longer, run into the forest!"

"Way ahead of you!" Says Gilrumm as he makes a dash for the door. "Come on Hagrad! It's time to go!" It was quite a sight really, watching this 3'1'' gnome carry a chair slightly taller than him. He seemed to run at light speeds, but it was really because his legs are shorter, and thus moving more to cover the same ground. "Hurry Beaurmont! If you do not escape now, you may never. Come with us!" Shouted the gnome through his panting.

Beaurmont nods and turns back to the horde of ever growing goblins. "May you find retribution!" He yells before sending one last shockwave of energy and dashing after the gnome. After a few moments of intense running they reach the edge of the vast forest that surrounded the pub.

" i hope you guys know what your doing, or else it'll be a talking chair and two dead bodies." shouted the chair.

Beaurmont, Gilrumm and Hagrad (the chair) made their way into the deep treacherous forest. Even though the rain was heavy, the forest provided ample shelter for the three hero's. They made their way through the forest and the deeper they went the darker it got. To say that the scene was foreboding would be an understatement. The hero's minds were weary and looking out for any form of danger.

"This forest seem to not have changed a day in the past 20 or so years. I heard many a tale of predators attacking traveling merchants here. A bar makes for a very great listening spot for stories and lore." The chair states wistfully. Hagrad is obviously excited about being free from the binds of the pub after so long. To go on an adventure again makes him feel human again. He could almost feel the wind through his long hair as the gnome carried him. "faster gnome we must go faster!" He was so happy.

The small wooden chair called Hagrad seems to be glowing with excitement. So much so that he's vibrating ever so slightly. Apart from his usual act, which is usually cuss at anything that moves, he seems rather happy. If you call screaming at trees and saying 'hell yes I'm free!', repeatedly over and over again being happy. But, I shall not judge him, he has probably been within that pub for many years. This must be the most excitement he has experienced in...since the curse was cast upon him. Suddenly remembering what the original plan was, Beaurmont stops and places Hagrad down onto the ground gently. He obviously is unhappy with this as he begins angrily shouting as loud as possible. "OI, What gives!? Don't place me down in som' random grassy patch!" I lean against a nearby tree to catch my breath, he may be just a chair but Beaurmont's fight with the goblins was exhausting. This gives time for the gnome Gilrumm to slowly trot closer, he himself is also out of breath. "Ar-are we safe? Did we escape the monsters?" Gilrumm asks still hesitant and worried. Beaurmont nods, but takes a quick glance of his surroundings to ensure safety. The thick foliage should keep them hidden from the sight of any onlookers. The large oak forest rustles gently as the wind blows through the leaves, sending a chill down Beaurmont's back. Curses, he left his cloak inside the pub. "Wel' wot are we doin' here mate? Are you two already tired from the quick run into the forest?" Hagrad teases. Beaurmont knows the chair means well, but he could at least give the Gnome a break, the poor chap looks blue in the face.

"Oh thank the ancestors!" Gilrumm says as he slowly catches up to his friends. "I'm exhausted! I was sure how much... longer I could have gone on. Does anyone... have any water?" He asks through his heavy breaths. He drops to his knees. Tired and out of breath.

Beaurmont looks over at the exasperated gnome and feels around his satchel for his canteen. Once found, he tosses it toward Gilrumm. The gnome catches it and begins drinking the water heavily, taking large gulps. When he's finsihed the canteen Gilrumm looks back at Beaurmont a bit ashamed and apologetic, but Beaurmont simply shakes his head and smiles. "Don't worry friend, there is enough fresh water around here to last us a while. Drink up-" The knight says before stopping mid-sentence, suddenly a look of shock on his face. "How tiresome." He angrily says before drawing his rapier, suddenly full of energy and anger, he runs in a direction of a large sleeping figure under a tree.

The large sleeping figure's eyes shoot open and his slit pupils narrow. He swipes aside the Holy Knight as if he was nothing and stands at his full height. He turns and swats the small charging gnome, and accidentally sends him flying into a tree, effectively knocking him out. "What the hell is up with the attacking? I was sleeping soundly until YOU came along, Knight, Gnome, and Chair," he says as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes with his tail. "Are you REALLY sure you wish to mess with me?" he says, lifting his hand up and instantly freezing solid the tree he was sleeping under in a massive block of ice, then shattering it to pieces with his tail, as if at the cost of no effort.

"You fucking titless ass monster, I'll gut you and eat you innards for dinner with a side of fava beans." says the angry chair. the wood of the chair is obviously strained as if holding back a powerful force. "You mother fucker hurt Gilrumm and Beaurmont!"

"Peace angry furniture. I was merely defending myself. It was completely to my un-intention to knock the midget out," he says calmly.

"Be silent creature!" Beaurmont hisses angrily, he gets up from the ground rubbing the place he was stricken. "Your talk of peace is but a front, all monsters are planning something mischievous."

"hold still your blade beaurmont, he possesses a familiar presence. maybe what he says is true, however you have no right to harm my friends what do you have to say for yourself familiar beast." says the chair in an angry yet understanding tone. Hagrad is quite mystified, he believes that he's met this monster before.

"So Beaurmont was it? If every monster is planning something mischievious, then what of the elves? What of the peaceful monsters that have been living among the human race since time imemorable? What of the kind half breeds? And yes talking chair. We have indeed met, but not as you know me," he says with a serious tone, as if chastising the foolish human.

"But where how is it possible that someone remembers me from before I was a chair?" questions the chair.

Hi I'm cyan

Beaurmont releases a snarl but keeps his composure. "I don't want to hear preaching from a monster. I don't count elves as monsters, unlike you beasts they keep to themselves and don't harm others. Let me ask if you, if monsters are so peaceful why have they been killing and causing terror to all of the many races in Agladia?"

*Please Ignore*