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Keystone

Location: Road North of Salarn, Camp
Interacting With: Kyra, Sona


"Bloody, fonging, bintfisting 'ell!" growled Keystone, noting with much agitation both the inexpert flautist and that Sona had chosen to follow the music.

He rose to follow, and stopped, noting the white dress and hair just outside of camp. Unsure of what to make of this, he froze midstep and began to tense into a braced fighter's stance. This could be a trick. Or an enemy spellcaster. Or any number of things, both mundane and supernatural, bent on making their evening inconvenient.

That instant, an arrow streaked from Kyra's perch, thunking solidly into the tree nearest the flowing, alabaster shape in the gloom. The Ranger issued her command to the figure, backing it up with a stern threat to its well-being. Seemed under control. At least, under control enough that him puffing himself up wouldn't have much to add to the situation.

No, his thoughts were to the safety of their teammate, Sona. Following strange noises, practically defenseless, into the woods in the dead of night amid hostile territory seemed a multifecta of poor forethought. At that moment, Keystone would lay even money on the curious Bard taking a fork to an unguarded stack of freshly made waffles in a forest clearing without hesitation or suspicion of origin.

"You've got this? I'm after Little Sister, then." announced Keystone, striding in the direction Sona had just gone. Without bothering to check if anyone heard him, he added with a rasp, "Oi! Mind the food while I'm out."

Dusk in the woods was unkind to human eyes. Keystone had the impression that, limited vision or not, he stood a better chance than his smaller, less martial compatriot in case something foul were to transpire. Almost certainly, something not-quite-normal was up. The Pugilist extended his senses as best he could, resolved in his decision to return with One Elven Bard, Mint Condition.

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Satilla Valen


Location: Lost north of Salarn
Interacting With: The Medieval X-Men


Satilla nearly freaked out of her mind when she realized one of the group had found her and was moving towards her.'What do I do!? Run!? Hide!? Show!?' She had no answer to it, but finally gave a slight sigh of relieve when the elf was suddenly redirected by someone playing flute not too far from her. She made a confused expression as she was almost as tempted as the bard to go and check who was making that imitation of bird calls. She was just about to show and head in the direction also when an arrow struck the tree next to her.

“EEEEEK!” The witch made a surprised sound as she fell to the side, revealing herself from behind the tree. She turned with scared face towards the camp and pulled her arms by her head in some kind of instinctive protective reaction.” PLEASEDON'TKILLMEIHADNOINTENTIONTOINTRUDEIWASJUSTLOST!” She blurred out in panic and after a few moments moved her hands away.”Can I share your fire for the night? I've been lost in this place for days... I don't have much, but I will pay if you want me to!”She asked, remembering full well she was out of food. The last few days she was making by edible herbs and roots.
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Lob

Location: The camp
Interacting With: Food

Lob seemed to be talking to a log the way 'Bear' ignored him to eat her food and think. He was about to provoke a response when strange sounds came from one direction and a scent from the other. Ash was up as was the alpha as she flit to the tree like a squirrel. Bard and big went after the sounds with only a single order to the camp.
"Oi! Mind the food while I'm out."

As Alpha had not given him any commands like before when they found 'Bear', he took the opening to be good and went to huddle over the food. With his more sensitive nose, he hunkered down and waited for the smell of burning. He had two packs before this one, one with the smallfolk dogriders and one with many different kinds like now. With the riders, he was taught how to hunt and forage while others cooked. With his second pack, he was taught at least how to not burn things. That the "black smell" is a bad smell for food, or the smell of a war-caster nearby.

SO now he sat, the strongest warrior in the pack, watching the food while two and two go see who else is coming for food. Gingerly, he licked his fingers to clean them and split the contents of the food to two halves for any more people while waiting to be called for more help.
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Kyra Altham

Location: Gorlf Northern Territory
Interacting With: The Medieval X-Men And Whoever the hell else shows up

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Kyra nodded slightly towards Keystone as he went to check on what the hell their resident bard was up to. Kyra understood wanting to ensure that Sona was alright but right then Kyra was being paid to make sure a merchant and his wares were kept safe and if someone chose to run out without warning it wasn't her job to baby sit; especially when there was something in the line of sight that needed addressing. Not that Kyra didn't care but she knew letting herself worry about too much at one time took focus off everything and then mistakes were made. Mistakes were not something one could stack the deck with when in the middle of a war zone.

"Yeah, food will be safe," she half chuckled as she kept her eye on her target before her. The voice that came out of the white haired woman seemed of true fear and not malice. Even if she did intend to harm them to Kyra it was better to have someone close than off doing things the gods only knew about until it was too late.

Jumping down from the tree she still kept the tip of her arrow pointed at the target and began to slowly walk over as Ash ducked into the wood and quickly came up behind the woman. "That's Ash and I'm Kyra," she said in a reserved voice as she looked the woman over. Perking a brow slightly at the way she looked and then shrugged as she lowered her bow a bit but still kept the arrow knocked into place.

"Come on, let's get you warmed up," she said before dropping her arrow into its quiver and slinging her bow across her shoulder. "And you can kill us in on who you are and what you are doing in the middle of this war zone." Motioning over towards the fire and whistling towards Ash. Ash nudging the woman forward a bit before he tore off and circled around the fire before lying down and letting out a long yawn.
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Sona and Malkus

Location: outside world
Interacting with: each other


Sona sighed softly, this is something she didn’t think would ever happen. But it did, hearing such a coarse song in the middle of nowhere caressing her pointed ears. It seemed to be anything but boring. She couldn’t even help but wonder who the hell the ‘player’ was, as she didn’t hear any movement or sound related to the song she has just heard. But then she heard the sounds of rustling going on around a bush. That was when she saw some sort of male figure, well it had to be a male figure anyway. Considering the fact that females would never be topless, or what she could see from behind anyway.

"Before we do anything hasty, just let me say that I mean no harm-"

Sona tilted her head, of course he meant no harm if he was being unnaturally calm like the way it was. Only becoming more curious as to what his intentions were.

"Are you... An angel?"

He was asking her if she was an angel, her?? An elven bard wearing a poncho from a cleric that has mysteriously vanished just a few hours before meeting this male. “An angel?? Don’t be so silly!” She chuckled to herself as she placed her hands on her hips. “I am not an angel, I am sure if I was. I would be in the heavens doing angel-like work…” biting her lip softly, she has gotten nervous. Who was this man, why has he just suddenly asked if she was an angel, out of all the things she could’ve been queried about as well.

Malkus’s face grew hot as he realized what he said, almost wishing he could take it back. He redirected his eyes away from her out of shame. He couldn’t help but to first thing lustful thoughts, about caressing her naked body and… Well, he put those thoughts aside quickly. He was at a lost for words, uncertain how to proceed. This girl was obviously curious about why he was here and what he was doing. Malkus was uncertain if he should tell her. Frankly, it wouldn’t be hard to just say that he was just traveling through the forest. That wasn’t a lie, even if it wasn’t the whole truth. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to bluff this girl like that, so he tried to explain himself.

“Ah… Well… Sorry about that. I was just walking through the forest and saw a big group… Didn’t want to get involved, so I stopped here for a rest, you see, and I was playing my flute just to pass the time while I rested my feet. I ah… Well then I saw you and uh...”

Malkus quickly shut his mouth, feeling as if he already made a mockery of himself. In times like these were was only one thing to do: Make a hasty exit.

“Sorry for bothering you. I can just go.”

The blonde female didn’t understand what was going on at the moment, the group he mentioned was no doubt the group she was travelling with. Especially with the fact that he mentioned yours truly. “Don’t go, come with us. We love company” Sona smiled softly as she finally tutted and took off her poncho Sundos given her earlier and lent it to him “You seem cold, you look like you need to wear something warmer. Considering the fact that you are topless.” She was not lying, he was indeed topless.

“That song earlier by the way, what was it?? I play the flute a lot myself, that’s what made me arrive here in the first place. Although I play the harp more as the harp is my speciality, hehehe.” Sona loved her harp a lot, this is probably because she was taught to use the harp from a very young age from the village eldar back in the forest of Aludimiir. Just before her brother decided to go all up and arms about it and decided he wanted to kill her.

“So, I will want you to come with me to the group. We could play the flutes together and teach each other new tricks, wouldn’t that be nice?!” She questioned him in her typical bubbly manner. She was sure that he was no intruder now, especially with the fact that he just wanted to do a runner.

Malkus flinched away from the girl when she put her poncho on him. He thought she was trying to grab him, as foolish as that might have been. She was a waifish elf who was as thin as a twig. Her of all people would have no chance at actually stopping him physically, but it was a reaction nonetheless. His hand tighten, knowing that if he did stick around here, she’s going to be hurt one way or another. It’d be better if she stayed away from him just to save them both the trouble. But then she had to ask about his song.

Playing the flute was something he just did. There wasn’t any reason or motive behind it. Sure he was inspired to play by Velenna, but his skills and interest just sort of came to life on its own. He doesn’t even use it to make coin on the streets, though he doubts anyone would want to give coin to a half-orc, not unless he had a blade at their throat. When she asked him about the song he played, she also admitted that she played the flute too, though she favored the harp herself. Malkus pegged her as a bard.

“I… That song? Well… Wasn’t really anything. I mean, there’s no title to it or anything. I was just playing it. Trying to copy the sound of birds and whatever else came naturally.”

Despite his skills, Malkus knew no songs on the flute. He had a few standard chords, sure, but he never took the time to learn a song. He just played whatever, whenever. She wanted him to go to her group, but despite his own attraction to her Malkus turned towards her and stepped back. “No!” He gripped his hands into fists, but calmed himself almost immediately. He shouldn’t be angry at her. It’s not her fault. “Sorry… I… I’d love to play the flute with you. But I’m not very good in groups… Especially with people I don’t know.”

Malkus rubbed his arm, feeling the pain from the past. Just another memory of young men surrounding him, beating him for some reason or another. He could feel a club break his arm as he tried to protect his head, wishing that maybe they’d give up as soon as they noticed he wasn’t going to fight, or when a guard was nearby. While his bone had set and the bruise was gone, he could still feel the pain today. He still couldn’t get himself to willingly go into a group of strangers. Not yet.

It was an unusual reaction to see a male flinch the moment a female would place suitable overalls to cover his upper body. Maybe he wasn’t used to it?? Sighing softly she nodded once “It’s fine, no need to panic. I am not set out to hurt you” she told him sternly. “I am sure that you won’t hurt me either. Considering the fact that you asked if I was an angel.” It was probably the fact that she was asked such a question that made her look to the male in a different perspective because that is a question nobody would ever ask unless something was definitely up. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Hearing about his flute skills was interesting to say the least, she rather enjoyed the conversation. Now she for one wouldn’t mind hanging around with this male for hours on end. “The birds are truly graceful things… I know this too well.” She mentioned as she looked to her shoulder. Although she was only taken aback the moment she wanted the man to come back to her group. He seemed to have feared the idea of company.

“It’s ok, just stick with me if needed. I will help you get comfortable with everyone, and even if you can’t I am sure you will have a good time. We wouldn’t hurt you, that’s for sure.” She reassured. “So it’s perfectly okay to feel nervous.”

Malkus couldn't help but feel fear and doubt. On one hand, he wanted nothing more than to stay with this girl for as long as he could. But on the other hand, he feared that this girl might be leading him to a trap, or that her people won't accept him.

Malkus hardly consider himself a brave person: fear was a natural response to a situation out of his control. When he'd be powerless. Going into a group of strangers who may turn on him, who individually could be stronger then him am are even more powerful together, frighten him. He didn't want to a do it. He wasn't going to do it.

“... Okay. But I want my space. You guys have a big group and stuff, and I'd rather keep my distance. And… My name is Malkus. What's yours?”

Sona sighed happily as she tried to comfort and console him with her words, but as always: actions spoke louder than words. That is one of the many things she was initially taught anyway. “I do believe that you have nothing to fear…” She initiated calmly yet softly. She was telling the truth, but she can’t help it if he felt claustrophobic. Maybe something has stopped him from liking big crowds. Was he possibly jumped on when he was a little kid?? She heard that was rather common in many other places. She was glad that none of that happened in her birthplace. Even if there was a certain brother out there to personally stalk and kill her.

“That’s perfectly fine!” She grinned and let out a light-hearted laugh of some sort “I’ll introduce you to them instead, if that’s okay.” The blonde seemed to be rather delighted that the male was willing to join her party on their adventure. “Oh, and erm… My name is Sonsheeta, but you can call me Sona, Sonsheeta is my elven name. So there is no need to call me that.”

Sona wasn’t going to let this male loose from her grasp so easily, she doesn’t like seeing others being alone. Which is probably why she preferred a big group of people in the first place.

“Sonsheeta… Sona. Pretty name.” Malkus said quietly to himself. He was still uncertain if he could get over his fear of groups. Maybe if he's lucky the only people who'd bother him is Sona. What he'd really hate if everyone tried to get to him all at once. It'd just be too much for his heart.

Stepping out of the bush, Malkus wasn't sure how to proceed from here. He'd assume that Sona wanted to take him back to her group, but he was in no rush to meet them. Remembering the flute in his hand Malkus brought it close to his mouth and tweeted a few notes out from it.

“If it's alright with you, could we just… Play music for a bit? There is a pond nearby I filled my waterskin at. Very pretty. And I want to hear your music too.”

The bard really was curious as to how he found that name pretty… being an elf, she would be used to this. But alas; she was not. She didn’t understand how everything could make her excitement churn in one fell swoop. Probably because he could also play the flute, just like her. “I am happy that you are willing to come with me.” Sona mentioned in a cheerful manner. She was more than happy to escort him. But then he asked if the two could just play music for a bit at a nearby pond.

“Yeah, sure! I will need to get my flute first. However, unless you could collaborate with a flute and a harp. In fact, I think I have my harp with me.” she quickly looked around her waist and found her satchel-esque item that stored her harp effectively.

“Would you be so kind to lead the way, sir??” She asked, she knew his name but it felt more right to call him sir, as they were fellow musicians after all.

Malkus let out somewhat nervous chuckle. He still wasn't entirely up for meeting Sona’s friends, but now he can focus on more pleasant things. Sona didn't have her flute but she did have her harp, which suited Malkus just fine. She likely played the flute better than he did, so without it he wouldn't have to hear how bad he is compared to her. “Yeah, of course. I mean uh, ahem.” Malkus straighten out his outfit (mostly the poncho) and bowed towards Sona in a dramatic fashion.

“It would be my honor, m’lady.” This got a real laugh from Malkus. He hadn't called anyone m’lady since Neverwinter. Feeling a bit better about himself Malkus led Sona back to the pond he passed a while ago. It took them about ten minutes to get there and they went quite a bit of distance away, but soon they would arrive at the location.

The thing is, the location Malkus brought Sona too wasn't a pond, but a spring. The difference being that this spring had relatively clean water flowing from it, thanks to magical and natural forces beyond Malkus understanding. As far as he was concerned it was a pond that had clean water.

He made himself comfortable near the edge of the water and adjusted his flute. It's crude quality was more obvious up close, and it was was a miracle that the thing even played at all. Despite its faults Malkus begun to play a little string of notes. He was just tooting at first, but as he played he started to synchronize his playing to the south sounds around him, such as the spring’s flowing water, the crickets in the grass, a frog somewhere in the water, and a couple of wolves howling somewhere far off.

The elf girl was happy, maybe even ecstatic by now. She couldn’t even believe what was happening. She thought only rich people would ever get bowed or curtsey upon. And she just got a bow, this did make the young elf chuckle indeed. He seemed like such a genuine person so why is he so nervous of going into a big group like hers?? It’s not like there was something generally wrong with them (except for perhaps Lob, but even Lob was kept under control by Kyra and Keystone.

Following the new male for a good ten minutes or so. The two finally made it to the pond, or so he called it. It was actually a spring, and Sona gasped at the sight of the scenery as she ran up to the spring itself “Oh my! So lovely!” She grinned. “This is actually a spring, look…” She pointed at the telltale signs. “I didn’t think a spring would actually be here in all honesty. But it’s fine, it’s the perfect spot in my opinion!” It really was a good spot for the bard, it was so calming unlike streets and even villages. It was just perfect.

That was when she watched Malkus step to the edge and got himself ready for his part of the collaboration. She found his tune to be pretty spot on with the surroundings. Finally taking out her harp, she looked upon it’s strings and got herself ready…

“Inhale… exhale…” she reminded herself before starting to play the harp. Plucking them strings ever so effortlessly, it was clear that she was letting the mysterious power of music overtake her soul. She had no idea what she was doing anymore, Sona could even imagine herself just dancing along the ocean, even stepping on flowers and letting them grow as tall as trees. And all this was in her imagination.

The tune itself, was calming yet cheerful too. As if you just wanted to hear a tale of two lovers that didn’t have a sad ending, but a happy one. At the same time, she tapped her foot on the ground lightly to add more beats to the tune of the harp and the flute.

For once Malkus was able to take his eyes off Sona long enough to allow himself to be lost in the music. He played along with Sona, occasionally making an awkward note here and there, but otherwise played smoothly. His body began to sway side from side without him noticing, as if he was a grass in the wind.

While initially Malkus’s tune played along with his surroundings, soon after Sona started his song took a different turn. It was… something like a conflict. Instead of complimenting the sound of nature, it was as if Malkus was exploring it. He was an outsider, an unfamiliar element outside his native plane. Yet despite he and his song being foreign in this setting, it was not a bad mixture. Like an adventure, Malkus was learning where his place here was and seeking out the greatest parts. He played his flute as if he was on an epic quest, ending with honor and glory.

He didn't realize it at the time, but Malkus also ended up standing and even dancing to the music, hopping on rocks and somehow climbing into trees. By the time he opened his eyes he realized he was knee deep in the spring facing Sona.

Sona was lost, lost in everything that surrounded her. It was clear that she didn’t even know what was going on until she noticed that Malkus was facing her frail, curvaceous figure. Her blonde hair swaying slowly in the wind she shown a weak smile. “Well… Seems our skills in music synergize well. I would love to teach you more flute-wise.” Sona let out a soft giggle with this and she heard chirping “Ah…” Alto must have liked it too. She looked to her shoulder and greeted her little bird friend.

“I take it you are hungry, Alto??” She asked the bird, of course she knew the bird couldn’t speak to her back. But she didn’t give Alto a lot of berries earlier so it was safe to assume that he was hungry. Taking something out of her pouch she plucked out a few berries, simple but delicious for her winged companion “Here you go.” She simply said before Alto starting plucking at it furiously. “Woaahhh, easy there boy.” She huffed slightly, Alto was not the most accurate plucker in the universe and sometimes her hand was the target of the vicious pluck fest.

It didn’t take long before Alto was finished and he spread his wings before folding them back “Well then.” She turned her face so she could look to Malkus “Sorry, Alto… is never hungry! Hahah!”

Malkus smiled back, not really having anything to say. Honestly, he was so caught up in playing his own flute that he wasn’t really listening to the song. But what he did hear though was a sublime music unlike anything he’s played before. Every second with Sona made Malkus wonder if she really was an angel sent by the gods. It’d certain get him to start believing. Soon a bird landed on Sona, who she called Alto. The orc guessed that the bird was a pet of hers. That reminded him that skinny was still in his pouch, and Malkus took a quick peek. The small snake lifted his head and looked at Malkus curiously. Unlike him, Skinny could find his own food quite easily. The snake was a natural hunter. It helped that Skinny mostly ate bugs.

Walking out of the pond Malkus tried to dry his legs off. All he wore was his kilt and some thick boots, but now his boots were soaking wet. Looking up into the skies Malkus wondered how long he’s been out here with Sona. Surely it wasn’t that long, thirty minutes at most. But he wasn’t keeping track of time, so for all he knew he could have been out here for hours. For a moment, he forgot about Sona and thought about a poem.

”Night passes once more. A day gone I’ll never have. Tomorrow awaits.”

A poem called a “Haiku” from some strange swordsman from afar. It didn’t require a rhyming scheme, just a five-seven-five syllable set of words to reflect his thoughts. Though it sounded much more interesting in the swordsman’s native language, not to mention his words had more meaning behind them. Sighing, Malkus turned his head towards Sona. ”Well… What would you like to do now?”

The female was intrigued by everything that has just happened within a matter of minutes. She was composing to her heart's content and even got Malkus to join in. She had to cough lightly as everything sank in like a person was drowning. Not that she minded, it was bound to happen on her journey some time. She didn’t know it would happen this soon however, and all because of a masked male who is currently drying himself off. In fact, now that she thought about it. She didn’t understand why he was wearing a mask in the first place, did he really need it?? Oh well, she will let it go for now. It is not the most important matter to rant about, what was important to Sona at the moment was the haiku Malkus mentioned.

“I heard that Haiku once.” She grinned “It was during my travels, it was very nice to hear it and it gave me a lot of thought while I travelled. Unfortunately I couldn’t stay at that place for long, other places to go and things to see. It really was a shame.” It really was a shame, she was fearing for her life. But now with this company she feels a lot more safer. “Well.” she started “We should head back, everyone must be worried about me.” She let out a half-hearted chuckle “Shall we??”

Malkus let out a snort snort. Strange that she knew this Haiku. He just made it up on the spot. But he wasn’t going to question it; it was endearing how she was trying to get close to him. But it also made Malkus more paranoid. There were only two types of people who wanted to get close to him: Prostitutes and serial killers. He didn’t know which one Sona is. His thoughts were directed back to her when she mentioned wanting to head back to camp. His knee-jerk reaction was to stand up and go hide somewhere, but stopped right as he stood up. He needed to trust her, to try to let go of his fears to be closer to her. But he couldn’t. His body was shaking in fear, and because he was half-wet and cold. He really shouldn’t have gone into the pond so late into the day.

”Yeah uh… Sure. I guess. Lead the way.” He said with a shiver and a sneeze.

Sona had a think before anything, but she was glad he wanted her to lead the way… “Good.” she grinned and nodded. ”I am happy to be taking you back. Just stick with me if you get worried.” she cautioned him ever so kindly. “Just trust me. You will need to stay anyway if you don’t want to get a cold.”

She beckoned him to stalk her with a hand motion back to the camp. She was technically lost, but thanks to her skills of travelling she knew the way thanks to the footprints that were left in the grass that is still blowing ever so slightly in the wind, her hair and even her pointed ears were joining in to some extent. “Ok so.” She started “The leader is the female called Kyra, she is an archer and she is lovely. She in fact gave me music sheets that were given to her by a close friend of hers. There is an half orc there too known as Lob, he is awesome and very friendly. He is kinda loony, but don’t let that get to you, he isn’t loony in an unfriendly way.” She grinned as she continued “Oh, and we have a pugilist known as Keystone. He won’t be a bother at all! In fact he makes really good food as I have found out earlier. We also just had contact with a female earlier today, but I can’t pronounce her name properly. But I hope I will soon!”

Sona kept explaining about these people who Malkus does not even know. “Okay, look.” She called for his attention, pointing at the camp once more. “Are you ready for this?”

Malkus followed Sona, closely at first, wanting to make sure she didn’t get lost. She seemed to know where to go though so he just enjoyed the walk for what it was. Then Sona started to tell him about some of her party members. Their leader, Kyra, another half-orc named Lob, some sort of brawler called Keystone, and apparently a new girl that even Sona didn’t know very well. He didn’t know if that made him feel any better about following her. While the chances of this being an ambush is somewhat lessen (Though she could always be lying to him), now even she couldn’t be trusted in case one of them are crazy. ”Trust… That’s not easy.” He said quietly under his breath as he tried to warm himself up.

Soon they were close to the camp, but Malkus tensed up. Suddenly he didn’t want to be here anymore. It didn’t matter how smitten he was with Sona. He couldn’t risk his life on the off chance that these people would accept him. That they weren’t just going to kill him in his sleep or abandon him in his darkest moment. He stopped in his tracks and hugged himself tighter. ”No.” Malkus took a step back. ”No. I can’t do this. This is too fast. I… I’m sorry.” Malkus turned around and started to walk back into the forest.

Sona was happy that the male was accompanying her, it actually felt nice to speak to him for some strange reason. She didn’t know why but it was something she won’t forget about for a very long time indeed. As soon as they made it to camp Sona’s smile was beaming as she looked to Malkus, but she saw Malkus’s emotions on his face. This clearly upset the bard, she didn’t want him to be like this at all. She wanted him to smile and be happy, but it was obvious to the blonde that she was going to find this task a bit more difficult than she originally thought.

“Nooo…” she whispered to herself as he took a step back. This was not going to end well for her, does she need to do this by force?? She sure as hell didn’t want to, but she could cast her song to make him sleep if she so desired. She won’t however, not until he denied her request one more time. That will be the moment she will use her harp and she will try to drag him back.

She then heard him apologise and walk back to the way they came from, but Sona simply sighed softly and sadly, and walked quickly towards him. “Malkus…” she said softly, her voice was gentler than usual. “Please… stay…” her words were still spoken soft and even though she didn’t know if this will work or not, she will still perform her other trick if needed. “I know you don’t want to… but I want… you to be safe, lots of bandits are around after all and if they outnumber you, you will be in trouble. I don’t want that. Do you want that??” She questioned him with worry.

Bandits? Thugs by a different name. He knows how to run and hide. He's done it plenty of times before. Here will be no different. ”It's fine. I'm no stranger to hiding from their kind. And besides… I'm no better than them anyways. I…. You. You deserve better than me. I'll only bring trouble and… I just can't.”

that was unusual for the bard, she wanted him to follow her back for safety and she does not care if she is risking her life, she risks it every second for personal reasons. Having Malkus on board would not change that fact, but it would be in fact better for her. “Malkus.” she said his name again “I am no stranger either. Besides, we are friends!” Her smiled beamed through her complexion once more and she reassures him once again, she was not going to let this guy so easily. She didn’t want to use her harp to send the man to sleep but she may have no choice if he does this again. “I’ll be upset if I see you go. Please just stay with us. I really want you to.”

She really did want Malkus to stay with her the group. She was definitely attached to him already, yet she doesn’t know if this is a bad or a good thing. She just knows that she wants to develop a friendship with him and hang out with him.

”Friends… Friends? Why? Why do you want me, of all people!? Can’t you see? I’m an orc! A monster! I’ve killed people! What, you think I’m a nice guy, just because I played the flute with you? C’mon girl, that’s hardly a unique talent. Any jobber could have done what I’ve done and maybe more. What’s your game, Sona? Why do you want me so badly!?” Malkus bursted in anger, letting his rage get the better of him. He didn’t know why he was doing this to her. She’s been so nice to him and he’s just… Throwing it all away. But he wasn’t going to let himself get hurt again. His body might be strong, but his heart is fragile. ”Don’t toy with me, elf. I… I can’t go there and let them…. Let them hurt me. I can’t let you do that to me.” Malkus started backing away, afraid that he’s done it now. He pissed off Sona and now all the things they’ve done, the feelings he had for her, gone. And yet he still couldn’t bring himself no to love her. But Malkus once heard a saying that went like this:

If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it’s yours.

The blonde elf couldn’t believe what she was hearing, in fact she even started to cry. “But… i’m serious…” she gasped out as she already tried to soak out her tears. That’s it. That was totally it. She finally took out her harp “I don’t hurt people, Malkus. But I do have people who can take care of us and feed us. I really want you to be safe… but if you want a game I can give you a game. But even now I cannot bring myself up to do it.” Her face turned to the side in a rather upset manner. No… she needed to do this, she needed him with the group so he can get good food and so that he will not starve himself… fuck it.

Sona quickly put her harp up and started playing a song. But this wasn’t just any song. This was a song that can make others fall asleep. And she wasn’t going to let him go. She started to hum and la with the song to make the song more reliable to make him fall asleep.

Malkus knew she was using magic. He didn’t know what kind of magic, but that didn’t matter. It was all he needed to confirm his doubts; she couldn’t be trusted. No one would just give him an easy life. She wasn’t an angel here sent to make things better for him. Just another charlatan who wanted to scam him out of his money and life. He backed away slowly at first when she took out her harm. But then he remembered that she was a bard, and that her music could be more powerful than any blade.

The moment she started playing Malkus could feel his eyes drift. He didn’t need to know everything about magic to know she was using some sort of sleep spell. He didn’t really have any defenses against it except one thing that always kept him up at night: Pain. So he took out his dagger and without a moment’s hesitation, stabbed his arm. The blood quickly bursted from the wound and forced his eyes open, though he could still feel Sona’s sway over him. For the moment however, he would have just enough time to turn and run. Clutching his bleeding wound Malkus ran back into the forest, trying to block out the music as he vanished into the undergrowth.

”I’m sorry Sona, I just….”

Sona continued to play her sleep spell and she saw the effects going. But something told her it was not going to last that long. But the spell failed when she noticed the male stabbed him. Sona was devastated. It was a mere sleep spell. It was not going to harm him “No!” She shouted. She growled softly. She didn’t want to let him go… ugh… she had to chase him now to drag him back! She was not going to let the poor man starve! Still playing the music she sighed softly. She has lost him. That was when she finally stopped playing the music and walked back. She was not going to let the others know what just happened. “I hope… you will be ok…”
she whispered quietly and looked to the side.

She trudged back, and she hoped she didn’t hurt him. Maybe she shouldn’t trust someone so quickly again like she did so quickly with the others. She is now also hoping that the others have not chased her. She could be in serious trouble right now. And all for one person who she tried to be friends with.
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Location: Gorlf Northern Territory
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“Nnnnice to meet you...” Satilla replied, looking at the still aimed at her bow. She knew one day her blasted curiosity will get her into trouble, she still hoped today was not the day though. That said she saw the wolf and almost froze in place. She hated canine beats! Dire wolves included... feared them also and this one was not currently an exception. She slowly changed her gaze from it to the woman. Before finally stopping on the wolf.”Nice... dire wolf...” She said trying to smile, her fear showing on her face.

Satilla had also another reason to be afraid. In her bag was currently residing her familiar. The small white cat Skittles! It probably wasn't picked by the wolf's sense of scent because all the herbs that were in the bag also. She sighed in relieve as she was invited to move by the fire.

“Huh... what?” She asked suddenly at Kyra's invitation to inform them of who Satilla was. The way she worded it wasn't very strange and with Satilla being distracted by the wolf that was nudging her she totally blanked out for a moment before she realized she had to present herself.

“I'm Satilla Valen, a healer.” She said as she finally was close enough to the fire to feel it's warmth. It felt so good after all those days in the cold wilderness, afraid to make fires because of the orcs.” Alright a little more than a simple healer.” She finally admitted.” I'm a witch who specializes into healing magic and healing hexes. I planned to lend my healing skills to aid in the war with the orcs, but not even half way to Salarn, I got attacked by wild beasts while I was camping... lost my map, my provisions and was wandering the forest since...” She explained and reached her hands to the fire to warm them up more.” Also can I safely take out my cat from my bag?” She asked, throwing scared looks at the wolf.” He won't attack it... right?”
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Location: The campsite
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And suddenly half the camp ran off in search of music, those who ran in search of music, or some other people that were supposedly here. LOb pounced to protect the food. Definitely one of the odder groups, Cyneburg had been in. Well since nobody was looking at her right now, Cyneburg too the opportunity to pop a sausage in her mouth, very briefly removing her veil. Lob was a half-orc here, yes, but he was big, and more like a beast than a person. She still wasn't too sure how accepting they would be of her heritage, so for now she'd play it safe. Over the years she had mastered the skill of stealth eating, but it was kind of a hassle and was very time consuming.

The druid looked over the newcomer: a white-haired human woman in her mid-twenties. She wore light grey and white in the forest, either a sign of somebody who didn't spend much time in the wilds, or somebody who had the money to afford being able to replace ruined white clothes rather often.

Or magic. Because of course she would be a magician. And not only a mage, but a witch. Wizards, as dense as they were, in a way were in tune with the world, learning the rules of magic (even if unnecessarily) to understand the nature of the world. Sorcerors and the naturally gifted were just using their inborn talents. But witches were a special kind of annoying. They used hexes without really understanding nature. Sure that toadstool might be a vital component with that polymorph potion, but you don't even understand its purpose beyond its use as a tool. For now, she would hold her tongue on that specific topic.

"I'm Cyneburg," she said, trace hints of venom still in her voice, "The big one guarding the food is Lob. I'm not really part of this group, I myself just stumbled upon them not too long ago."
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Location: Road North of Salarn, Camp
Interacting With: Sona, The Rest Of The Amended Group


Keystone was not a fan of the woods.

Scratch that, he was not a fan of the woods in the middle of the night with rain looming in the distance after a cold dinner of crackers and beer while trying to locate a wandering Elf in a potential warzone.

Otherwise, the woods were great.

Considerable annoyance turned into full-fledged agitation as he continued his search, almost blind in the depth of darkness around him. While he was alone (he really hoped) and irrational, he wasn't stupid. Every so often he would glance back, careful to keep the embers of the cookfire within his field of vision for bearing. He wasn't about to go out far enough to escape shouting distance, if shouting was called for.

After what seemed like ages, he finally came upon the object of his search. She was obviously moving with much less difficulty than himself; Keystone had often heard that the Sylvan Folk had bright eyes capable of seeing in moonless nights as clearly as an overcast day. Whether that comparison was accurate was anyone's guess, well, anyone who wasn't an Elf, but she seemed much more capable of going for a light jog just then without getting a foot snagged on an errant root and bashing her nose sideways on a tree trunk than himself.

Keystone took a deep breath to steady most of the anger from his voice, and addressed Sona with a harsh whisper, "Psst... over 'ere!"

When he met up with the formerly missing Bard, Keystone decided that it was a good idea to share his opinions on the situation while escorting her back to camp in a calm and orderly manner. Well, for him.

"Right... I got nary a sodding clue what you was doin', creeping about in the trees like that. Are you bloody daft? There's a war on, right? Any clue what could've happened?"

Keystone growled softly and shook his head. They were nearing the campsite. She was safe, as far as he could tell. That's all that mattered in the short run of things. Logically, he knew this. Didn't stop the more colorful of his language from creeping to the forefront, however.

"Look, we're supposed to be guardin' a fonging merchant's shite out here, not exploring every bit o' misplaced music we come across. We look after Cremmy's wares and each other. Next time you go wandering off, if some pervy Orc decides he wants to start a'tappin' his mank danglies about your forenoggin before roastin' you with spring apples, you can count on me to raise a glass in your loving memory. Got that, lil sister? You scared the crap outta us."

Upon actually reaching the campsite, the not-quite-enraged brawler took to note newcomers making themselves comfortable around their little corner of the trees. Under the best of circumstances, travelers would meet in favorable camping sites, maybe share a meal, trade news, maybe goods and services. But these were hardly the best of circumstances. He was, for this reason, hesitant to trust.

"I'm sure you lot are goodly folk. As you've been welcomed to the fire by them what's in charge, I got nothin' new to add to it. That said, I've been trying to talk Watch Rotation, and every bloody socket-cocking time, somethin' buggerall happens and we get led astray. So here's the deal:"

Keystone paused for a second or two, just to make sure no one else was going to appear in the bushes or start playing music. Satisfied, he continued bluntly.

"We know for a fact there's someone else out there what knows exactly where we're laying our heads tonight. Plus, hostile lands, right? Now, if it passes with our fearless leaders, I'm taking first watch. And second, and however many else we've got till we leave this place. Rest of you can suss out how you're taking shifts with me."

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Location: Road north of Salarn, hiding but close to the camp.
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Malkus sat on the cold, somewhat wet ground. He covered the wound in his arm with his hand, press it so no more blood came out. It wasn’t so bad that it was particularly crippling, but it was painful. And like any wound, he should do his best to treat it. He still had some old cloth that was relatively clean to make a makeshift bandage, but that was it. He’d have to just let his body to the rest of the work. Tearing off a strip of the old shirt he pilfered from so long ago Malkus sat there. He couldn’t lie; he screwed that up himself. He knew his fear of others was silly, more so if he ever actually wanted to get close to anyone, but emotions were hardly a logical thing. He wanted to be with Sona, but he couldn’t bare the thought of being denied by her friends and allies. But at the same time he also hesitated to accept these feelings he has for Sona, thinking that they’re nothing more than lust for her body and the emotional support she could provide. Which admittedly was something he wanted, but not something he could just force someone to give. Sure, orcs may have a long history of rape and forcing themselves onto women, but Malkus wasn’t going to play up those stereotypes. “Morals” weren’t really his thing, but he has some standards.

Sitting there, shivering, Malkus wondered if he should make a little fire for himself. It was getting dark so he didn’t have to worry too much about the smoke giving off his position, but obviously the fire would. Being a half-orc who looked more human than orcish, both sides of this conflict would kill him with little provocation. So Malkus may need to sleep on embers tonight. Sighing, the half-orc got up and took out a metal bar from his back. His traveler’s any tool, a handy device for traveling vagabonds like himself. Folding a few metal pieces out Malkus made himself a machete with the tool, using it to cut through the brush and gather up some wood. He knew that fresh wood would make smoke and take longer to burn, but he wasn’t looking to make a roaring fire, just something to keep him warm.

Malkus eventually gathered enough wood to start a small fire for himself, but also came somewhat close to Sona’s camp. He knew he was getting close and it was only so he could watch her. He felt ashamed that he was going to let fear make his decision, but he couldn’t just walk into the camp and expect things to be okay. He was certain that Sona would at least have some issue with him coming back after making such a scene leaving. Malkus should have turned and left. He should have walked away and forget about her and her people. But instead Malkus stayed hidden but also near by. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but could still hear them close, and from his hiding spot he could see their fire.

Malkus wouldn’t be able to make his own fire without making some noise however; he could use his traveler’s any tool to transform into a fire piston. A fancy thing he saw back at Neverwinter City which he has made before using the tools, though he’d much prefer tindertwigs. Simplier to use and explain. No, without a fire Malkus just had to wrap himself tighter using the poncho Sona gave him. He sighed and looked at the camp from his hiding spot. He supposed now was a good time to take a nap as any.
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Sona was still upset over Malkus’s desicion. But she coughed lightly afterwards and decided to brush it off. She only wanted a friend with the same musical interest as her. But that doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. Placing her harp back into her satchel she looked around carefully… now how to get back without getting the rest so angry, they probably knew that she followed the mysterious song but she had to think of an excuse… unfortunately she knew that excuse was never going to happen the moment she heard a rather stern whisper. “Oh no…” she said in her head. “I am in trouble for sure!” She walked in a rather dainty fashion to the bush where one of her newfound friends where. It was Keystone nonetheless, she didn’t expect that.

“Yeah… sorry” she looked to the side ashamed of herself, Keystone was right. She was really daft and impulsive back then. She should really stick to the group. “My brother could have killed me.” she answered truthfully, which was true. It was more dangerous for her to be on her own. Especially if she was staying in one place for a couple of hours or more. “I know that was terrible of me, I won’t do it again.” she can hope she doesn’t do it again anyway, but then again it will be rather rare for the exact same occurrence to happen.

As soon as she thought she was out of the woods (pun intended) she received another earful from Keystone, and this time the mouth-load was quite exotic; if Sona was to say so herself. So keystone got worried about her?? And so did everyone else?? Sona smiled softly as Keystone finished his speech of raising his glass to her memory. Sona didn’t think that Keystone would care so much about her to already call her a little sister. But then again this might also be because her brother never really felt like a brother. He was more of a psychopath that is on his daily period and just planting his evil seeds all over the place to destroy Sona’s fragile self. As for the Orc bit of it, he also could be speaking the truth as it could actually happen to someone other than her, so she was indeed lucky.

Sona and Keystone finally made it back to the camp and the bard quickly got herself comfortable to listen to Keystone’s third infamous speech that will be directed to not just her this time; but to the rest of the crew and even the newcomers. Sona felt partially at fault for herself running off. So she would really like to make it up to the others, whether she will be allowed to or not she will find out just now.

“Let me stay on watch some times. I hardly sleep” Sona put her hand up “I volunteer as tribute”
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Kyra Altham

Location: Gorlf Northern Territory
Interacting With: The Medieval X-Men And Whoever the hell else shows up

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Kyra lead the new comer back over to the fire and shook her head, just what in the world was going on. More and more started showing up out of no where. She didn't know what to think about it all. This was a war torn area, people being out alone in these woods was not the brightest of ideas. Granted she really couldn't fault any of them if they were attracted to the light of a fire and the smell of food. She just hoped that more wouldn't show up.

"No, Ash doesn't like hairballs, you're cat is safe," she commented towards Satilla.

Seeing Keystone finally return with Sona in tow she let out an unnoticeable sigh of relief. Taking a deep breath she walked right past Keystone and beelined it for Sona. "Don't you ever do that again, you hear me? Next time you do, I will do what your parents should have, bend you over my knee and tan that rearend of yours. You never leave a post unannounced, especially in hostile territory. You could have gotten yourself killed out there? You hearing me?" Kyra said in an angered tone. Her tone was cold and harsh when she spoke and the look in her eyes would leave no doubt that she meant every word that slipped past her tongue. "Where did you go? See anything? Anyone else out there? Oh forget it, tell Keystone, I'm done for today." Shaking her head she put her hands on her hips and kicked at the grass. Great, she has me so mad I'm kicking grass! Kyra thought to herself.

"I'll take the last shift and then wake you all before I head out to scout ahead come morning," Krya stated before wandering over to Ash and sitting down, the direwolf moving slightly so that Krya could lean back against him and use her as a pillow, his tail folding over her midsection as she tried to relax a bit.
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Cyneburg

Location: The campsite
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Well it appeared that the elf musician had made it back to the campsite unscathed, if perhaps looking more somber than she did when she left. And she had made it back relatively quickly, so it was a good thing overall. During her travel in these part of the woods as a bear, she didn't see anything particularly dangerous in terms of wildlife, but she was a bear, and you never know what might be lurking beyond the next hill in areas you're unfamiliar with. Also there were potentially hostile orcs too. Running into them would probably end badly for Sona as well.

She did feel a bit bad for Sona, getting chewed out by Kyra as if she were her mum. It was rather embarrassing actually, but Cyneburg stayed quiet. Let the people quibble among themselves, it'll work itself out eventually.

The cook called out for everyone to set up shifts for night watch, citing the fact that they were in hostile lands and there was somebody out there who knew exactly where they were. Perhaps a scout for the orcish camp? Sona volunteered for a shift as did Kyra, specifying she wanted the last shift. Cyneburg raised her hand.

"If you'll have me, I'll take the shift in the dead of night. I have some skills suitable for watching dark areas of wilderness. It'll be part of repayment for the meal you've given me." The skill she specifically had in mind was turning into something with better senses than most humanoids, like an owl, but she decided to omit that part until it would become relevant. She didn't expect to be taken up on it because she was a foreign factor in hostile lands, but it never hurt to try.
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Satilla Valen


Location: Gorlf Northern Territory
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“Phew...”
Satilla sighed in relieve and reached into her bag. It was a lot emptier than when she left the last inhabited place cause she lost all the supplies and stuff, but now there was a warm furball in it.” Come on, Skittles, time to leave the stuffy bag.” She said and took out the white kitty from it. The cat was incredibly calm and docile looking creature. It just stood in her lap, purring and looking around with eyes full of intelligence... Well it did know all Satilla's spells... as it was her familiar after all so naturally it was incredibly smart... she even sometimes wondered if it wont start to talk... you never knew when magic was involved.” Alright... this is Skittles, don't worry everyone, he doesn't bite or anything. In fact if you tell him, he won't even get close to you.” She said to the others.

She raised an eyebrow as the archer woman got angry at an elf girl who seemed to have wandered off on her own. She seemed like a bard( if you were to judge by the music instrument..). Satilla herself was about to say that Skittles could aid in the nightwatch, but was fast interrupted as everyone seemed to want to help with that task... She finally just shrug, and started caressing her cat's back. To be this close to fire was indeed very relaxing for a person who had to suffer the colder nights for a week now without any source of warmth besides hugging her cat at night.

She then quickly took a small edible root from her bag and started to bite on it. While it wasn't much, it was tasty and it's best plus was the fact by munching on it's sturdy parts, it actually cleaned teeth pretty well. She felt some hunger, but not enough right now as to ask if she can share the food. These people already allowed her to share their camp, so she wasn't going to get greedy.
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Keystone

Location: Road North of Salarn, Camp
Interacting With: As few people as possible


Night deepened, until eventually people decided that the relative safety of their numbers would assist in keeping the less aggressive predators at bay; those that ran on two legs as well as four. The broad pugilist cracked his knuckles, regarding the remaining wood for their low campfire. More than enough to see them through until morning, provided it remained about that size. There should even be sufficient embers for scratching together a quick breakfast while camp was struck and the Ranger Lady went scouting.

Already his mind drifted toward oat bannocks, maybe parting with just a bit of his precious fruit preserves from his provisions. Tea, strong and hot, certainly. Maybe shaving a little potato hash. Maybe. Yes, he was looking forward to breakfast, seeing as he had to part with his own supper that evening. Unexpected guests, and all. Not that he was bitter. Well, not very bitter, anyway. The best meals are the ones you looked forward to. Keystone allowed himself a small smile, and prepared for watch.

"Right, then, Sona. Wake the next'n in two hours. Get me?"

The uncouth brawler set a quick mat of sticks on the ground near the fire and set his oversized backpack upon it. If the rains came heavy, his pack would be elevated from the wet ground. He sat down carefully on his pack, making sure he wasn't dropping assward upon anything particularly breakable or perishable, and closed his eyes. Most people in his experience didn't quite ready themselves for a night of guard duty like this; Keystone wasn't exactly most people, though. His training left him open to new techniques and learning experiences, some of which weren't rooted purely in the realm of the martial. What he readied was one such technique.

Keystone held his hands in front of himself, palms facing outward and only the first two fingers of each one outstretched, pointing upward. As if pushing against a great weight, he extended his arms, simultaneously exhaling the whole of the contents of his lungs in a slow, controlled breath. The scarred man opened his eyes, senses focusing on everything and nothing all at once, and he clasped his hands in front of him.

There he sat, near the fire, unmoving. His eyes seemed distant, and he spoke with a sense of plainness and calm the likes of which none of the present group had experienced from him. "Sona, please see to the fire, if you would. Two hours."



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Sona was walking back with Keystone when Kyra suddenly had a go at the blonde. “EEEEKKKKK!!!!!!!!” Sona squealed in shock. She was extremely lucky that’s for sure, but Kyra didn’t have to take it that far. She already has had an earful from the well known Keystone, now her too? Sona didn’t know what else to do and a tear was finally showing on her face. This really was upsetting her “I am sorry! I really am!” She exclaimed. She really didn’t know what else to say to Kyra until Kyra just said to forget it. She didn’t know what else to do, she was that upset by it. But she knows she will not leave her post again.

Then she heard it: she heard the name Skittles. Sona looked around and seen Skittles and just how cute Skittles was. Sona just wanted to stroke them. But when she walked over to the cat to pet it (which she managed to for a few minutes) Keystone grabbed her attention. “Okay…” Sona smiled softly “I will wake you up in two hours, understood” Sona stayed near the fire as she placed her hands near the fire’s warmth and grinned. She forgot how a fire felt sometimes since she usually slept and enjoyed company on her own, always making the best out of everything. But then she noticed something, why did Keystone not reply to her?? His eyes, they weren't closing... Maybe he meant that he would take first watch?? that must be it. Sona soon then curled up and finally went to sleep near the fire.
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Location: Road north of Salarn, hiding but close to the camp.
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A snort woke Malkus up. His own, that is. Though he figured now was a good time to nap, he knew he couldn't allow himself to fall completely asleep. No, even if he wasn't between the alleys of Neverwinter, Malkus couldn't let his guard down for a second. He tighten his grip on his knife as he sat hidden in the bush, glaring at the glow of the campfire in the distance. He allowed his eyes to rest, but his body was always on edge. Sure this meant he couldn't get a restful night's sleep, but it also meant he wasn't going to be completely tired. Until Malkus could find some sort of civilization where he was certain no one was going to slit his throat while he slept, he couldn't afford a good night's rest.

To help him keep away Malkus honed his ears to listen to his surroundings. He wasn't just trying to hear such things as footsteps or voices. The buzzing of insects, chirping of birds, skittering of rabbits, his ears heard these things, and his body reacted to when they were close and anticipated when they were near. A few times a rabbit, perhaps brave or foolish, would even come close enough to Malkus for him to grab it. He never did though, simply shooed it away with a hand. While he may have enjoyed the company of such a creature, even the most innocent of woodland animals could be Malkus's end. Not to mention that if the rabbit did stay, it may draw the attention of predators. Foxes... Hunters. Watching the rabbit leave reminded Malkus of why he couldn't stay with Sona. Another poem formed in his head, which he whispered to himself.

Go, run rabbit run
Be wary of the burrow
Where you will be prey


Malkus breathed into his hands, trying to warm them up. He guessed how many people were at Sona's camp. Including herself he guessed five. He tried to remember who may be there, he was certain that Sona mentioned a few. But the names eluded him, making him sigh. He wondered if the group was big enough to attract the attention of roaming war gangs. Ten or so warrior would be fool-hardly enough to try and take on a group of five in the wilds. If they're any good they may even try to take on up to thirty. Regardless, so long as whoever finds them wasn't alone, Malkus feared what may happen if they get spotted. For a moment even, Malkus didn't even worry about himself. His mind was simply thinking about how he could make sure no one find them.

Though he needed his sleep, Malkus moved from his hidden location to start looking around. He remained hidden like a shadow, looking for anyone who may threaten Sona, and by extension, her party. With any luck he could simply direct them away from their campsite. But if need be, he'll make sure that the forest will grow around the unlucky scout's corpse.
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Season: Late Fall/Early Winter
Time Of Day: Early Morning The Next Day
Weather: Cold air and clouds have fully rolled in, a few rolls of thunder can be heard in the distance
General Ambiance: Quiet
Location: North of Salarn in the region of Gorlf. South west of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz
Setting: Gorlf Northern Territory


Kyra Altham

Location: Gorlf Northern Territory
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Kyra ignored the happenings around her as she rested back against her dire wolf Ash; the day had not been exactly what she had been expecting but one could never be sure of what to expect out in the wilderness; much less in the middle of a war torn area. Closing her eyes she decided not to worry about it until her part of the watch came up, which wouldn't be for a few hours. It didn't take long for the woman to fall asleep, having Ash as a pillow made things rather comfortable. His fur was soft and warm and thankfully he didn't mind the fact that she was leaning back against him. Most dire wolves were not exactly the friendly type but she had raised him from a pup and they had a connection. He was far to young to be a bonded creature as of yet but she hoped that one day they could move to that level. For now though she trusted the furry puppy more than anyone else around her.

Several hours passed, more than several and finally Ash nuzzled her against the cheek with his wet nose. Kyra yawned slightly as she sat up and scratched behind his ear. "Yeah, yeah, I'm up, I'm up," she muttered as she stood up and stretched her hands above her head. Looking back at Ash he liked his own nose before stretching himself and then rolling over and going back to sleep. "Lazy," she said as she rolled her eyes, a slight growl of protest leaving the wolves mouth before he was out cold once again. Shaking her head she stepped over to Keystone and placed a light hand on his shoulder.

"I'll be in the trees," she informed the meditating man before walking off towards the line of the trees. Shouldering her bow she grabbed a low hanging branch and quickly made her way up into the canopy of trees and then a bit deeper into the woods away from the camp. She kept the camp fire in sight, but far enough away to let her eyes adjust somewhat, as she took a perch; unslinging her bow from her back and glancing around. The sun would be up within the next hour but it wouldn't help with the darkness. The clouds were far too thick at this point and Kyra pulled her cloak in closer around her.

Taking a deep breath as the winds picked up everything seemed alright but even with the thunder rolling in the distance and the crackle of the fire it was still too quiet for her liking. It gave that feeling, like a parent gets when a toddler is laughing and suddenly goes quiet in the next room. Why ever it was quiet right then, it couldn't have been good. Taking an arrow out of her quiver she knocked it into place as she leaned back against the trunk of the tree. The only thing she could do now was watch and wait. She was patient, she could wait.
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Keystone

Location: Road North of Salarn, Camp
Interacting With: The Earth, Sky, and his own thoughts


Keystone preferred sleep. Actual, honest, log-sawing sleep wherein nocturnal visions of tansy cakes and peppermint creme may chance by, (properly served by that barmaid from the previous evening, Brighid). Instead of sleep, however, he got an interesting mental exercise that kept his mind focused in the state of the Present, without any conscious review as to what went on prior to that moment, nor contemplation about what may happen after said moment. The otherwise unrefined, underclass brute was keyed in to his personal lines of energy, the details of his surroundings, and precisely how and where they came together in the seamless dance of the ebb and flow of positive and negative forces; both apart from and a part of his environment.

The practical benefits to this were profound. He had used this technique several times in the past when full sleep was ill advised. It not only eliminated the need for it, this particular form of meditation allowed him to become a conduit for energies around him, refreshing his own in half the time it would ordinarily. Simultaneously, it gave him profound awareness of his surroundings. To anyone examining the burly fighter, he was merely sitting, half at attention, staring straight ahead with barely a breath moving past his lips. Seemingly disconnected with the world, despite the gross inaccuracy of that assumption.

Still, he preferred sleep. It had the potential to be so much more pleasant.

Sona had come to join him for watch, only to warm herself and settle in soon thereafter. No matter, Keystone was still on the job. The newer members of the group came for their turns at watch and left as they had agreed, yet there sat Keystone; still, quiet, am impossibly focused on everything and nothing at the same time. True, he had expected odd looks from these people. The uninitiated or unaware often would stare, possibly test his patience by waving their hands in front of his face or, more stupidly, tossing things at him to elicit a response. Often enough, people like this had a black eye to explain to their friends later on.

Many people engaged in this practice, resting meditation, for the purposes of gaining greater understanding of themselves and the world around them. While such enlightenment was a noble aspiration, it was not the primary motivator for Keystone that evening. No, the brutal cranial percussionist maintained his spiritually ascending vigil for one reason only:

He didn't really trust anyone or anything about this situation.

He had met his teammates the day before, and some of their actions honestly concerned him. He didn't know these newcomers to the camp, and he was very wary of their presence. He didn't trust the woods, what with a full out war kicking off. Not the birds, not the trees, not the ants marching one by one to carry away a fleck of sugar yam from last night's meal. He especially didn't trust whoever was lurking out in the woods still, and did not intend to be set upon unawares.

As a matter of technicality, Keystone required four hours of meditation to fully function, replacing more mundane rest; but he could remain in that state for a very long time if he so chose. Again, technically, he could stay in meditation indefinitely. Practical reasons prevented this, of course. Eventually a lack of water would claim him, or any number of physical necessities. The mind was strong, but the physical body bore with it the limitations of humanity. Still, he could exist like this for a long, long time, with perfect awareness.

This perfect awareness allowed Keystone to realize that their Kyra had readied an arrow. Now, whether this was a ritual, performed every time she takes a guard position, or an active sensing of danger, the large man could not say. He remained as he was, seated and meditating.

Maybe, as the sun crested the horizon, he could get to work on breakfast. But that was still a little way off.
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Malkus

Location: Road north of Salarn, somewhere lost in the forest.
Interacting With: No one.


Malkus woke up with a start. What woke him up was actually his own snoring. He had been scouting the area for soldiers and threats, humans, orcs, animals, and monsters. He found many tracks that he was fairly certain belonged to warriors on both sides, and fortunately most seemed to be heading away from the camp, giving no impression that they found the camp. Not that Malkus was good at figuring out information like that. While he's able to track footprints easily enough, trying to discern their purpose through footprints is next to impossible for him. He was just glad that it looked like the tracks weren't heading towards the camp, and were only passing through.

But in between his searches Malkus stole bits of sleep. He tried not to sleep longer than twenty or so minutes, though at some point he did collapse on the forest floor for three hours. Between each rest he would spend about ten minutes watching out for scouts, occasionally heading back to the camp just to see how they were doing. He only saw Sona on watch for a few minutes before he left, and by the time he came back she was asleep.

By scouting the nearby area Malkus also grew much more familiar with this part of the forest, and could quite easily maneuver through even the thickest of brambles and find good spots where nothing short of magic could find him. But he was extremely tired, not quite exhausted, but certainly not at his top form. While he was certain that if push comes to shove he could likely find the strength to run or fight, as soon as he could get the chance to sleep without anyone slitting his throat or looting his body, he's going to drop like a rock. But right now he still needed to be awake. Partly to watch over Sona, mostly because now he needed to find breakfast.

Unfortunately for Malkus, identifying edible food in the wilds wasn't something he learned to do in Neverwinter. He's seen plenty of vegetables that grew in a forest, but most of those things looked much neater in the market than it does in the dirt. More often than not if he really needed food he'd just steal it from a vendor or even rob a house just for a snack. During one of his trips back to the camp he debated sneaking in just to swipe food, but chose against it. The chances of him getting spotted may have been slim but it's a chance he wasn't willing to take. Thus Malkus had to settle for a less-then-stellar diet, which he's at least used to. He ate bugs like grubs and slugs, disregarding any possibility they might be poisoned. They tasted horrible and Malkus was tempted to vomit a few times, but desperate times called for desperate measures. At least the stuff he was eating was alive. He once ate a rotting rat carcass when he was a child, so eating a few slimy insects weren't going to kill him (Immediately).

After getting his fill of bug buffet, Malkus returned to the camp. As per usual he remained hidden, this time hiding in the branches of a tree. He didn't disturb a single leaf as he moved through the branches, as he was as nimble as a monkey. He saw one of those at a circus once, and those things were very good at sneaking around and acrobatics. Once he was close enough to get a good look at the camp Malkus noticed that some were starting to wake up. It was about time that they'd get moving, since he's fairly certain they didn't come here to become druids. He saw one of the camp members, some sort of human, mention heading into the trees. Malkus hid but fortunately the woman didn't go near the tree he was in. But by hiding, he lost track of her. He would have to keep his senses even sharper to ensure she didn't get the jump on him later.

Everyone else seemed to be asleep and suddenly an urge grew in Malkus. That urge was simply hunger. No amount of insects could ever fulfill this empty void in his stomach, and he could smell the remnants of the camp's dinner from the night before. His mouth unconsciously salivated. Logic and reasoning told him that this wasn't worth the risk: that camp was no doubt full of trained and skilled warriors, not to mention Sona, and even if one was asleep that one woman was awake. For all Malkus knew she may be watching the camp after detecting his presence. But it was that same logic and reasoning that told him, quite pointedly, that he was starving and that most of the camp was asleep anyways. He only needed a few things, as he could live off a light meal so long as it was actual food for once. Dried fruits, stale bread, even alcohol if it means that he can get something reliable to drink. Of course he wanted more, but he couldn't be picky. He just needed to figure out if it was worth the risk.

So slowly, ever so slowly, Malkus got out of the tree and crawled towards the camp. He imagined himself smaller than an insect, not just physically, but existentially as well. Surely if he was just an insect, the people of the camp would ignore him and he could grab even a mere morsel to extend his constantly dwindling life. He came closer to the camp than he even did before until eventually he got so close that if he left the bush he was hiding in there would be a stretch where he would have no cover, not even darkness. So he waited and watched. He needed to know where the food was at, and no else might be awake.
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Satilla Valen


Location: Gorlf Northern Territory
Interacting With: The Medieval X-Men


Satilla was tired from her long venture into the wilderness alone. Being around a nice warm campfire, in the presence of other people who clearly did not wish her harm, put her stressed out and scared mind just a tad bit at rest. As she relaxed, all the stress that kept her awake to this point faded away and she quickly found herself very sleepy. She quickly put her bag to the side and laid, using it as pillow. Skittles, just moved by her torso and curled in a ball against her stomach, keeping her warm and cozy.

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As the sun moved above the horizon and the day had officially began, Satilla woke up at the feeling of slight chill. It must have been early morning, but it wasn’t too sunny. She threw a sleepy look up and saw a lot of clouds. It took her a while to realize everything that had happened to this point and the fact she was surrounded by other people. It felt like a dream for a few moments.

She looked around and saw one of the men in the party…sitting there. He appeared to be mediating. With no desire to disturb his meditation, Satilla just carefully sat up and pulled Skittles in her lap, waiting for the others to wake up. She noticed the white haired archer wasn’t around the camp. She eventually reached the conclusion the archer must be somewhere around, so she wasn’t going to concern herself with it for now. Lacking any other alternative for now, she pulled a bundle of edible roots from her bag and bit one. She was going to try to help with preparing the breakfast later… or do whatever they need her to, so she can earn her meal.
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