Baklava

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

Abel was quite ready to bid the old man goodbye and continue on into town, armed with the knowledge of where the Inn was located and puzzled by the talk of drums and smoke, when the old man's head turned towards the road behind him.

"That one of your friends, lad?"

Abel turned to look with a small spark of hope that it might be one of the women folk of his party-- perhaps feeling bad that poor old Abel was left to trek to town alone. But, of course it was Steven, jogging towards them with none but Saatur bouncing rather uncomfortably on his back. Quickly, Abel noticed Steven's halberd was missing. He rose a curious eyebrow, wondering if something serious had happened.

"Lion attack. One injured. Call a doctor."

His expression quickly went from one of irritated curiosity to one more serious; a lion attack? His eyes fell on Saatur. Clearly the boy was okay, if not a bit shaken. He furrowed his brow with frustration, "How serious? Who got hurt?" Abel clenched his fists. He was not one for violence, but hearing this news set his mind aflame with rage. This was all Steven's fault. If he had not been so anxious to leave the boy alone with his useless flower hunting and head into town, Abel would have been there. He could have easily summoned Tiburtius to drive off the beast and nobody would have been hurt at all.

"Bloody idiot," through grit teeth he turned to the old man without waiting for Steven to answer, "Where's the doctor?"

The Seven Elementos

I'm going to wait for @Scrapula to get a post in since he's currently the one holding the thief in question. Also waiting on @McHaggis.

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

"Taken"? Abel wondered why the old man spoke so cryptically, but that was at least one mystery solved. Any mother would be depressed if her son went missing, wouldn't she? Nonetheless, the dumb kid shouldn't be running off without telling anyone-- no wonder she was worried sick. He wanted to poke a little further to find out more about the supposed kidnapper, but it was clear the old man wouldn't let any other details slip. If he cared enough by the time he reached the village, he'd have to remember to ask the mother herself-- assuming he can even find her.

"The rest of my party decided to take a break and help the boy search," Abel said, sounding a bit gloomy himself.

I elected to escort one of my comrades back to town because he was so damn anxious to get there, but then he decided he wanted to stay and left me. Of course, Abel wouldn't dare say this to the old man. It would only confuse him.

"I elected to scout ahead and make sure our rooms were prepared for the night," Abel shrugged, "We've been on the road for quite a few days and a hot meal sounds like heaven right about now. I'm certain my party will make sure the boy comes to no harm. If I see her, I'll let his mother know he's safe." He smiled reassuringly.

The Seven Elementos

@Kaithas Sounds good! Yeah, if I'm not mistaken, tis the season for finals and vacations. So I'm expecting a bit of a lull.

Get posts up when you can, everyone. Just let me know if there's something holding you up and when you may be able to get one up-- since we're approaching the 1 week mark and all.

The Seven Elementos

@Kaithas@lydyn Sounds good!

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

Abel raised a concerned eyebrow as the man's demeanor quickly changed. Quite suddenly, he felt he was being accused of something sinister. Best clear this up before it leads to problems, he thought to himself with mild annoyance.

"Ah, so you know him," Abel smiled with a hint of relief in his voice, "I merely passed a young lad by that name on my way here. He was playing amidst some rocks-- said he was looking for a flower to give to his mother." He motioned back in the direction he came from, tipping his hat further upward and dabbing a bit of sweat with his sleeve. He hoped that this motion of freely giving the old man a good look at his face would remove any lingering suspicions.

The Seven Elementos

@lydyn Thanks for posting! Don't even worry about the length. I tend to stick to a 2-3 paragraph minimum, as we have the luxury of being in Casual and not Advanced. When it comes to conversations, if you're ever concerned about not having enough to say-- like if you're certain your character would only respond with a one word answer or something like that-- I won't get mad at all if you simply post it, but you may want to consider shooting the other person a PM with your response so ya'll can just collaborate the post. If you're worried about it, that is.

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

Pretty sure it's now, as Abel isn't a part of the scenario and everyone else who IS part of the scenario has already posted.

The Seven Elementos

On another street in Jeorva...

A torrent of screams erupted from the crowd of onlookers Brande's stunt had acrewed. Zanna staggered to follow him, her face buried in her elbow to shield herself from the heat.

"After them!" Shuzug yelled out behind them, still recovering from the blast. His cry was accompanied by a high pitched whistle to alert any other orcs that were nearby.

"We- we have to hide!" Zanna gasped.

As Brande rounded the corner, he would notice the Academy in the distance. Students continued to trickle out the door and down the steps. Near the rear of the building there nestled a small garden shack, cloaked in ivy vines and autumn leaves that had fallen from the trees that surrounded it. The shack possessed a single window that was too covered in grime to see into from a distance.

Further down the street stood a second pair of orc guards. Their heads craned to look over the crowded street-- obviously on the alert, but not yet informed about who it was they were seeking. Zanna's eyes grew wide at the sight of them and the sound of her breath grew uneven and strained. Her auburn hair was sticking to her neck and cheek. Within Brande's hand, her wrist became clammy and cold.

The Seven Elementos

On a street in Jeorva...

"Wait!!"

The man's eyes surveyed Raine as she made her rather generous offer to pay for the stolen goods-- generosity he fully intended on exploiting. It was clear that the wealthiness of her appearance did not go unnoticed as he pressed his fingers to his chin and furrowed his brow. As Leon quickly shot down the idea, his pensive expression quickly became overwrought.

"Whoa whoa whoa-- hold on there, my friend," he smiled, "I'm quite aware that this boy doesn't have the money to pay for what he took. If the young lady is willing to pay for the product on his behalf, I see no reason why we can't settle this now and go about our business as usual. Bygones and that, you know?"

One of the orcs grunted impatiently. "Are we done here then, Maucolyn?" his voice grumbled, low and gravely. His yellow eyes fell on Raine-- as if he was blaming her for wasting their time.

"Er... yes. Yes," Maucolyn said resolutely, "Yes, I don't wish to press charges. That is-- if the young lady can pay me the platinum piece that medicine was worth?"

All eyes fell on Raine. It was an an extremely high amount-- especially for medicine. Either the man was ripping her off or it was very valuable medicine-- no doubt of the life-saving and rare variety. The boy craned his neck to look at Raine, somehow managing to look both frustrated and grateful at the same time. "You're a greedy old bastard, Maucolyn!" he spat finally, snarling at the man, "A genuine jackass!" One of the orcs quickly put an end to the boy's protests by smacking him upside the head with a loud thwack!

"Enough! Woman-- will you pay it?" the scar-faced orc growled, again looking at Raine.