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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 18:55:07 GMT
Ulfgar sat on a log, picking his lute absentmindedly. After a week's worth of walking he and the others still had a good ways to go before reaching their destination, the Kingdom of Volkunheim. Travelling with him were Hukro the Barbarian, Thret the Fighter, and Leoven the Summoner. He was pleased to have so much muscle protecting him, although the only threats they'd encountered thus far they'd been able to move past without any fighting.
"So," he said, turning to the others, "We're going to be stuck in the wilderness for a while. Maybe we ought to tell stories to pass the time." He looked around to gauge their expressions, wondering who would be the first among them to speak up. He certainly didn't plan to tell his own tale until last.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 19:17:11 GMT
"I'm Leoven the Summoner. I'm born and raise in Alexandria. I have a childhood friend, Raela, own a tavern called "The Lucky Mug". You all are welcome there, tell her you are friend of mine and everything will be free!" Leoven talk around him, and wondering what is the story for other.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 0:00:43 GMT
A messager catch up of the party and deliver us a letter from the king. After reading it Leoven say, "Our mission changed. We no longer heading to Volkunheim anymore. There are undead around the city that need to take care of. We are order to wait for a druid that also working for the king and return to the city together." Leoven sound very exciting. Banishing undead is more interesting than talking to some king at he never see. He can't wait to go back and get into action.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 1:35:12 GMT
Hukro stands guard at the edge of the campsite. His appearance, posture and general mannerisms cast him as stoic but he has given glimpses of being jovial or lighthearted on the journey.
Hukro was about to speak up at the request of story from Ulfgar when the messenger bird delivers a small piece of paper to Leoven. He listens quietly and nods once it read.
"Very well. I hope the druid's arrives quickly as time could be of the essence for our home."
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Post by Ror'Nor on Aug 16, 2013 2:31:39 GMT
Thret would appear bored as he would look at Leoven and upon hearing the words very faint emotion would appear on his face showing that he was eager from the news of the undead and would speak loudly like usual.
"We shall defeat those undead in the name of our master Renen. "
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