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  1. Hello!!!! Just stopping by to drop off some cookies!!!

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    Just as I'm leaving the Oblivion community, someone makes a good gladius. I've wanted one of these since I fist met Tiber Septim. Years ago. This looks great guys!
  4. "Sorry about the spell. I needed to get peoples' attention, and fast. Sometimes humans just make me want to crawl into a hole!" Errandran was finally back up from Grond's payment for the "flashbang" spell. The Tavern was a little quieter now. Red had managed to gather together a small force of willing patrons to keep a lookout for trolls and the mysterious "light thief" that Rios had informed the Tavern about. "That's all right, young'n. But remember, the Tavern 'aint a practice range fer magic!" Grond was in fine spirits now. "Here, lets go get a drink Mr... "Errandran, just Errandran. No 'sir' or 'mister' if you don't mind. A drink sounds like a fine plan... I'll have some mulled wine, if that's okay." Grond shook his huge, blonde head. "No little ranger, we are gonna have a real drink. The Tavern's finest. A sip's enough to curl a nord's nose-hairs. You, my friend, need a drink. A real drink! Errandran was still laughing a little from when Grond had called him 'young'n' (the ranger was about 120 years old), but when the proud nord easily hoisted the slight half elf over his shoulder, carrying him off to the Tavern like a sack of wheat, the normally quiet ranger burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter. "You may be right my friend!" The half elf managed to say between peals of laughter. "I need a drink, and a looong nap." ***** Later that night, Errandran and Grond were in the Tavern Common's Room, sharing their ninth bottle of strong mead. Grond seemed to any who strolled through the room to be completely sober, for he handled drink a far more often. The ranger, on the other hand, was on the verge of unconsciousness, though he could be heard muttering to himself, or Grond, every so often. The huge nord gently pulled Errandran's head off the bar, leaning him back in his chair. "What about you, matey? You ever had a special someone?" Grond decided to carry on with the conversation they had been having earlier. The half elf had been more or less sober at the time, but had seemed to be avoiding the nord when asked about any past relationships. "Well... that Red lady is quite a looker, isn't she?" Errandran manged to slur a response. "I think... I think she's really, really beuti... bueti... a really buetifu... a really pretty girl." Grond grabbed the ranger's slight frame, stopping his head from hitting the bar hard. "That ain't what I mean, you dumb goblin." Oh, well. That's something for another day, I guess." With that, The big nord allowed himself to slam into the bar. He was asleep before he landed.
  5. ...when you start writing stories about it. Not a bad thing, but I'm sure normal people would find it strange.
  6. The Tavern was in an uproar. Red, Errandran, and Torlin had returned barley half a turn of the hourglass ago, but the news they brought was more than enough to cause panic. Many did not believe what they had been told; trolls were trolls, they were all evil and there were none that came together in groups larger than ten or twelve. Any more than that, and there would be chaos. Red was now standing on a table and shouting at the entire Tavern for silence. Instead, this caused only more confusion and panic, if that is even possible. Errandran stayed silent and thoughtful in a quiet corner, not taking part in the mayhem. Torlin was taking advantage of the distraction to chat with Daavale. After several minutes of this, even Errandran's considerable supply of patience began to run dry. He rolled his eyes up into the back of his head, as if trying to remember something. He nodded at nothing in particular, as if he had remembered that something, rubbing his hands to warm them up. The ranger closed his eyes, muttering a command word, quickly covering his ears and eyes. A few moments later, a tremendous light filled the entire Tavern, followed almost instantly by an earsplitting 'bang!' Every patron in the Tavern fell to the ground, stunned and deafened. Errandran calmly walked over to the table where Red had been recently standing, and leaped up on top of it. He waited for several minutes, arms crossed, for the unconscious 'debaters' to awaken fully. Once most of the patrons were conscious, Errandran began. "Torlin, Red, and I all decided that today would be a great day to go hunting in the West Weald. We were wrong. The hunters became the hunted. Red has already told you of our encounter with these... trolls. I assure you, if you have ever fought a troll, it can be a hard fight alone. But when there are three of you, and more than a hundred of them? No. That is an impossible fight. Had it not been for my new friend Red, Torlin and I would most likely never have returned to the Tavern alive. When we retreated, the trolls would not follow us any further than the edge of the grasslands. As of yet, I have no idea why. Their vile stench was enough to turn our horses away when we first arrived at the wood. Those beast were terrible indeed, but no trolls work together in groups that massive, you all know that. There was something greater still in those woods, something ancient, I fear. Something terrible indeed. We must post a watch outside the Tavern to make sure that none come here, to our home. If they do, the only way any of us could survive would be to stay and fight together." "That is all I have to say. I cannot force anyone to do anything, but I hope that you take my advice and be ready. Sorry about the spell, by the way. I needed to get your attention." With that, Errandran left the Tavern by the main door to keep watch over the plains below.
  7. They saw them then. Trolls. More than had ever been seen together. No experienced adventurer would worry about trolls. Though Errandran and Torlin did not know Red, they could tell that she was quite experienced. These trolls were not those they had ever fought before. These creatures had the same loping run as their more common cousins, but were far more terrible to look at. Their coal black shag coats reeked of death. A hundred jaws foamed with acidic drool. They were slavering, thinking of the meal that was to come. Already, they had eaten the entire herd of deer, but now, they wanted dessert. Errandran looked uphill at these perversions of nature, realizing the predicament they were in. The trolls were loping down hill with the speed of a proud black stallion. The ranger raised his bow, letting off a perfectly straight arrow into the left eye of the leading troll. It staggered backwards, only to leap back up to its feet, as if it had hardly noticed. But the half elf's bow was not yet done with the beast. A few moments later, the monster slowed, making crunching noise, as if it were cracking thin ice. After a few seconds, it stopped all together, covered in a thick sheet of ice, completely unable to move. Errandran threw one of his knives straight at the troll's right eye, shattering the entire block of ice. By this time, he had already released six more arrows, and shortly after, six more trolls stopped in their foul tracks. Torlin and Red stared at the Ranger with curiosity. Red continued to let off arrows from her Ayleid bow with startling accuracy, though she was looking in another direction completely. "It seems there is more to you than meets the eye, woodsman!" Red turned once again to Errandran. The imperial had seen many strange things in her journeys, but she found it strange that someone as peaceful as a ranger would wield such a deadly weapon with such skill. "Not so much, actually, but stories will have to be told another time. Now we need to leave!" Errandran let out a long, piercing whistle. Red's horse, Savior, immediately left Red's side to approach the half elf. "No, not you." Errandran gently pushed the mighty steed away, back towards his master. "They are who I called." He said the to the horse. Around a large, rocky outcrop, two more horses appeared. A strong bay stallion and a proud black. Both approached Errandran, jostling each other to reach him first. He pushed away Torlin's stallion, so that his friend could mount. The ranger leaped up on to the bare back of his own steed, motioning Red to do the same. The three travelers rode off into the distance, firing off the odd arrow to slow the front runners. The trolls seemed relentless. The vile beast in the lead was only three yards behind the riders, when it suddenly cut off the pursuit, right at the borders of the grasslands. All of the mutated trolls stopped right behind the first, grunting and howling in rage. The riders did not stop to shoot any more arrows at the enraged monsters, but instead road hard back 'home' to the Tavern.
  8. Errandran Storyline There were numerous eyes following the two hunters as they approached the first scattered trees that signified the border of the West Weald forest. If they knew who two of the eyes watching from the shadows belonged to, they would be far more worried than they were. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I know a man who should come hunting with us one day." Torlin was eager to begin hunting, and when he grows excited, he talks. "Grond is his name. You have heard of him. Big nord, talk 'o' the Tavern. Helped me once when I was in a pinch. I was part of a patrol goin' along the Yellow Road, I remember it like it was last week. We got ambushed by at least a hundred goblins, big ones ,too. They came chargin' down on us while we were in the middle of a valley. They cut off the road from both sides, and I was sayin' my last prayers to the Nine. Then I hears a bellow, like I never heard before, then comes Grond, chargin' down the hill behind the goblins, cuttin' a whole in their lines... "Two things, Torlin." Errandran interrupted the redguard, "One: The Yellow Road doesn't go through a valley. Two: You can't remember anything from last week, you were drunk the whole time. Yes, I've heard of Grond before, I've met him, too. He was runnin' out in the plains, for some reason, and we ran into each other while I was hunting. He seemed like a nice enough person to me. Proud race, the nords. Big people, strong. He wasn't too full of himself, though." "Well, here we are. Ready? How far in is your cave?" Torlin was not interested in the cave, but he was interested in what was inside: ale. "We should be there in about ten minutes. Let's walk from here, it's been a long ride for the horses." The two of them dismounted, taking the reigns in their hands, and continued on foot. There was a rough, grass-covered path leading into the trees. Leaning over the path, almost like a gate, were two ancient oaks. When the party reached these ever vigilant guardians, the horses pulled on their reigns, backing away slowly, with a look of absolute terror in their eyes. "What is the matter with them?" Torlin pulled at the reigns in an attempt to make the beast come with them. Errandran put his hand on the redguard's arm, motioning to him to stop. The ranger reached out to stroke both horses. They calmed immediately, but it was clear that they were still troubled. "Well? What are your ranger senses telling you?" Torlin asked almost jokingly. "Shhh..." Errandran closed his eyes, trying to open his mind to what the horses were felling and thinking. A moment later, he jerked his head away, blinking quickly. He shook his head, passing off what he has seen as a hallucination. "It's nothing, just... just a wolf nearby, that's all." Torlin nodded his head, not believing his friend for a minute. "All right, then, let's keep moving. Wolves don't leave the shadows of the forest much, so let's leave the horses here for a while. We can put them over by some trees further out. About two hours later, the hunters were relaxing in Errandran's small cubby at the base of a hill. "Well, that was eventful, wasn't it?" Torlin was lying on the ground, taking all of the blankets to make his bed the softer. "Not single deer, buck, and not even a wolf. Not a singe creature out there today. And you lied to me. You did it badly, too. I was hoping you would tel me eventually without my askin', but apparently, that ain't gonna happ'n. So. What was it that spooked the horses, and all the other beasts here in the forest?" "I was going to tell you, just not now. Not until we are in broad daylight again. Just be sure that if they wanted us dead right now, we never would have made it five minutes into the forest. Be sure of that." Errandran was staring at the ground, not moving in the least. If what he thought was out there really was out there, the there could be much more at stake than their dinner tonight. Torlin seemed thoughtful for a moment, something that rarely happens. "Well, then let's go, if "they" will let us." The two of them began to pack all of their belongings into their bags, making sure nothing they came with was left behind.
  9. Errandran Storyline "Ahh, there you are, Torlin! I almost expected you not to show up!" Errandran looked away from the target he was practicing on. The bullseye circle was filled with seven arrows, three darts, and four throwing daggers. "Oh, come on, you know I love hunting! I wouldn't miss this for the world! Torlin looked at the target, letting out a long, slow whistle. "Some people in the Tavern say you have been losing your touch, but seeing that..." "People say that?" Errandran really didn't care what others thought about his skills with ranged weapons, but he found it strange that they talked about him at all. The half elf ranger hardly talked to anyone, and never joined in contests of strength or skills. "Oh, yes. People talk about you a lot more than you think. But anyway, we have a hunting trip to start on! Let's go." Torlin swaggered over to the stable behind the Tavern, taking the best horse he could find. He mounted the proud coal-black steed with practiced ease. "I can't believe how terrible the horses we were given in the Legion were. Any beauty or pride they had was bred out of them long before I joined." Errandran also approached a mount, this one a surefooted bay stallion. He brought his hand up slowly to stroke it's neck. After stroking the proud beast for a moment, the half elf brought his head to touch the stallion's. It immediately grew calm. A few moments later, the bay horse knelt low, allowing the ranger to mount. Torlin stared in wonder at the spectacle. "Wha...? How...? How did you do that?" "You just need to know how to talk to them. If you respect them, and let them know that you want to go somewhere, then maybe he or she will bare you as a rider." Errandran whispered to then the steed, and it did something that horses cannot do, it seemed to laugh. Torlin was confused. "What did you say to him?" The ranger tied to hide his laugh, but a quiet snicker still slipped through. "What did you say? Don't leave yet, I want to know what you said!" Errandran spurred his steed on towards the recently-rebuilt city of Kvatch. They circled around the renewed city. two hours later, the hunters were approaching the line of trees that told of the end of the hills and the start of the West Weald forest.
  10. Errandran Storyline "Could you lend us a few more drinks over here, Daavale?" The tall, well built redguard called. "My woodsman friend here is far too sober right now!" The young dark elf serving girl looked over at Torlin with a strange smile on her face. She sighed wistfully, as if she was trying to recall some fond memory. The waitress seemed to glide off to the kegs in the corner of the tavern. Davaale returned a few moments later with two tankards of the inn's finest ale, making her look like a goddess to every man present. "These drinks are free, gentlemen. Enjoy." She never took here dark eyes away from Torlin while saying this. The man mirrored her gaze with one that seemed to imply that he would return the favor. "What in Oblivion is going on between you two?" Errandran whispered loudly as soon as the girl was out of ear shot. " Oh, nothing. Well... I suppose that could be called something. Ohh... she was definitely something..." Torlin was speaking to thin air, not even taking his eyes away from Daavale's "lower back." "Well, I was going to take a nude bath at the hot spring last night," Torlin straightened up, turning to his half elf friend. " And it turns out that she had the same idea. At first we were a little startled, but after a few minutes..." "Ok, that's more than enough. I don't want to hear any more." Errandran turns back to his first mug of ale. "On another note, I'm goin' hunting tomorrow. You want to come?" Torlin seemed uninterested, so the woodsman decided to appeal to his predicable side. "We can stop off at my hunting cave. I have beer." "Sure I'll go! I love hunting with you. You wid' your bow and me wid' my sword, we can bring back at least two bucks! Big ones too." So, you wanna go in early in the mornin'?" "Yea. Meet me out in the training yard at sun up. We'll reach the woods a few hours before noon." Errandran left his chair, heading for the door of the Tavern. He stopped just inside the heavy wooden portal. "And Torlin, try to get some sleep tonight. No bath ok?"
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