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Are you alright? I know it is not my place to ask but I must. Send a dove, you know what name will find me.
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Simple Note
Following the projection of someone's arrow there are notes pinned to several trees
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Juliana D'cheyne
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Fighting with only one poisoned dagger, her other broken, Juliana listened to the elfess talk of the LBA and of how strong some guards were in Trolls Bane mentioning Orteg and Sirith particularly. Suddenly two others arrived as if they knew where to find them and briefly Juliana's narrowed dark green eyes turned to this just met elfess suspiciously before one of the men hollered out "Die Scum", the cloaked human quiet as he began to hit her back hard before she could turn from the golem. With hood still raised and face barely seen though a few strands of pale blonde hair errantly drift from the cloak, Juliana only managed two strikes of her poisoned broadswords quickly pulled from their sheaths before succumbing to the man's blades...the elfess calling herself "Eagle" already fallen at the hands of the orc. Even though tied with a rope, Juliana's fighter instincts came to the fore in a rush of determination her petite body pushed to the limits time and time again as she ignored pain and injury in an attempt to undo the ropes binding her, knowing how imperitive it was not to be dragged who knows where by these assailants.
Seeing her chance at last, she used some unknown strength to drift away from all three going to a familar place...the southern cross. Juliana lay there only briefly before forcing herself to sit and remove her armor dabbing a herb picked up on the way not glancing too closely at the large open wounds and ignoring the pain in her back after assessing the armor was unbreached yet severely dented. Knowing it was unsafe to stay at the cross, Juliana stood on at first wobbly legs as her feet brought her further south while eyes watched for any apple or cherry tree hoping a skeleton decided not to stray too far from the forest as the human had grabbed all her weapons including her magical dagger.
Making her way back north by way of the west side of the forest hiding behind trees when she could.... watching for red demons and waiting until the dead of night, Juliana walks past Lake Adron gathering apples on the way to get to her depot not waiting to be completely healed. In a hurry, she reaches for a bow and quiver of arrows, sorely missing her magical dagger while grabbing other swords to arm herself, then turns north only stopping to shoot an arrow with a parchment toward the roof of the jail not really caring if anyone read it or not. Planning to leave the town for good, Juliana begins the first of her trips emptying her depot. On the second trip she spots the parchment on a tree close to where her arrow was shot yet makes no move to walk toward it at first. Hidden behind another tree keeping well in the shadows while making sure there was no trap, Juliana listened to the night sounds fill the air before finally walking passed the parchment pulling it down and quickly tucking it into her armor then filling her bag from her depot as she makes her way north again while the pain of her wounds gradually dissipate.
Reaching her destination at long last as exhaustion sets in, Juliana dumps the contents of her bag inside letting swords, shields, armor jangle haphazardly in the new depot before turning away to find a safe haven to sleep for the night. Satisfied her location was impossible to find and unable to keep her eyes open much longer, she remembers the parchment and pulls it out of the top of her armor holding a lit torch over the words while lips whisper only one word before the torch sputters and dies "Elf".
Seeing her chance at last, she used some unknown strength to drift away from all three going to a familar place...the southern cross. Juliana lay there only briefly before forcing herself to sit and remove her armor dabbing a herb picked up on the way not glancing too closely at the large open wounds and ignoring the pain in her back after assessing the armor was unbreached yet severely dented. Knowing it was unsafe to stay at the cross, Juliana stood on at first wobbly legs as her feet brought her further south while eyes watched for any apple or cherry tree hoping a skeleton decided not to stray too far from the forest as the human had grabbed all her weapons including her magical dagger.
Making her way back north by way of the west side of the forest hiding behind trees when she could.... watching for red demons and waiting until the dead of night, Juliana walks past Lake Adron gathering apples on the way to get to her depot not waiting to be completely healed. In a hurry, she reaches for a bow and quiver of arrows, sorely missing her magical dagger while grabbing other swords to arm herself, then turns north only stopping to shoot an arrow with a parchment toward the roof of the jail not really caring if anyone read it or not. Planning to leave the town for good, Juliana begins the first of her trips emptying her depot. On the second trip she spots the parchment on a tree close to where her arrow was shot yet makes no move to walk toward it at first. Hidden behind another tree keeping well in the shadows while making sure there was no trap, Juliana listened to the night sounds fill the air before finally walking passed the parchment pulling it down and quickly tucking it into her armor then filling her bag from her depot as she makes her way north again while the pain of her wounds gradually dissipate.
Reaching her destination at long last as exhaustion sets in, Juliana dumps the contents of her bag inside letting swords, shields, armor jangle haphazardly in the new depot before turning away to find a safe haven to sleep for the night. Satisfied her location was impossible to find and unable to keep her eyes open much longer, she remembers the parchment and pulls it out of the top of her armor holding a lit torch over the words while lips whisper only one word before the torch sputters and dies "Elf".
As the nights cooled with the arrival of fall, the elf felt fortunate that he could wear concealing clothes without feeling smothered like he would in summer. The moon was full and made the forest easy to navigate as its luminous rays broke through the scanty tree tops. The elf could easily lurk through the forest without so much as cracking a fallen branch, but his worry impaired him greatly and his mind was preoccupied. He had not felt for so long that the rush of emotions was increasingly difficult to understand. Where did he lose it? So many years had past on this pathetic island and nothing had roused his spirit. His near eternity of life had certainly diverged from the norm of elven existence, but only in the past couple of decades had the apathy set in so strong.
The island had been his down fall: so inviting, full of opportunity, a safe haven from the zealots of the mainland, and a constant flow of new blood. Oh, but beneath the surface there were forces ceaselessly at work that consumed the talented and forced them to choose. For so long he had a buffer that safeguarded him from the overt forces as well as the unseen.
"Juliana" He quietly whispered to himself.
They were a perfect duo, both loved the freedom of choice, and the sovereignty to be as they pleased. Neither enjoyed the public forum or the political cesspool that governed them. They saw much, together, and watched as so many died needlessly in their ambitious pursuits. All the while they trained side by side and lived together blossoming in their umbral universe. Sadly, as their talent increased one the powers that be started to notice and it didn't take long for one of its humble hands to reach out. Before Juliana even finished relaying the message sent by one of her so called "friends" he knew what was to come. He could not let Juliana face her destruction alone and condemned himself to go with her. Just as he suspected the olive branch was burned before their eyes and by some cruel twist of fate their lives hung in the balance. Even to this day he has no idea how is body actually survived, he should have died in that cursed place under fire and brimstone.
What heinous magic he thought cursing the island aloud. Now here he was suddenly awakened from his grievous slumber of apathy and depression facing new conflict. Could he ever break the binds of this mysterious island? Not as long as she lived he thought. He knew she would be fine without him, I mean she was before. Thinking over the memorized note she left and the new postings in town about her association with this LBA confused him further. Was she indeed part of some moonlighter organization, it wasn't like her, she'd always been a loner.
He had met the one called 'Eagle' before and probably a couple of other cronies mentioned in town postings, and they seemed like individuals that Juliana could at least have something in common. However, they were still unorganized as far as he could see and untrained. Just like all the times in the past the island had once again rallied its noble hearted champions and zealots to eradicate bandits. This time in the form of an army, and at its lead a dangerously gifted swordsman. He had to know if Juliana was a part of this debacle and do his damnedest to keep the guillotine off her head.
The island had been his down fall: so inviting, full of opportunity, a safe haven from the zealots of the mainland, and a constant flow of new blood. Oh, but beneath the surface there were forces ceaselessly at work that consumed the talented and forced them to choose. For so long he had a buffer that safeguarded him from the overt forces as well as the unseen.
"Juliana" He quietly whispered to himself.
They were a perfect duo, both loved the freedom of choice, and the sovereignty to be as they pleased. Neither enjoyed the public forum or the political cesspool that governed them. They saw much, together, and watched as so many died needlessly in their ambitious pursuits. All the while they trained side by side and lived together blossoming in their umbral universe. Sadly, as their talent increased one the powers that be started to notice and it didn't take long for one of its humble hands to reach out. Before Juliana even finished relaying the message sent by one of her so called "friends" he knew what was to come. He could not let Juliana face her destruction alone and condemned himself to go with her. Just as he suspected the olive branch was burned before their eyes and by some cruel twist of fate their lives hung in the balance. Even to this day he has no idea how is body actually survived, he should have died in that cursed place under fire and brimstone.
What heinous magic he thought cursing the island aloud. Now here he was suddenly awakened from his grievous slumber of apathy and depression facing new conflict. Could he ever break the binds of this mysterious island? Not as long as she lived he thought. He knew she would be fine without him, I mean she was before. Thinking over the memorized note she left and the new postings in town about her association with this LBA confused him further. Was she indeed part of some moonlighter organization, it wasn't like her, she'd always been a loner.
He had met the one called 'Eagle' before and probably a couple of other cronies mentioned in town postings, and they seemed like individuals that Juliana could at least have something in common. However, they were still unorganized as far as he could see and untrained. Just like all the times in the past the island had once again rallied its noble hearted champions and zealots to eradicate bandits. This time in the form of an army, and at its lead a dangerously gifted swordsman. He had to know if Juliana was a part of this debacle and do his damnedest to keep the guillotine off her head.
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Juliana D'cheyne
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Waking up from deep slumber with a groan of pain from her healing multiple wounds, Juliana finally stands forgetting for a moment where she was, the surroundings at first new to her as hand moves toward the hilt of her sword, then with a sigh she walks over to a rock to sit wondering what to do now. Maybe after all these years return to the mainland? Perhaps she could even get her old job back, but did she really want to do that anymore?
Too bad I can't talk to this "Eagle" more, I wonder if she is in jail now or they dragged her somewhere else? Was she a part of this or a victim?
Realizing there were just too many unanswered questions at the moment, Juliana's eyes now begin to look more closely at her surroundings and gaze on the parchment that had fluttered to the ground last night. She didn't need to pick it up again to recognize the handwriting. In fact, she had been delaying even thinking of it.
Davien
Whispering his name brought such a flood of good yet also painful memories she had tried to forget that at first her mind simply closed as the grip on her sword tightened while hand automatically pulled it from it's sheath to land expertly pinning the parchment to the ground as sword tipped back and forth until settled. At least he was one she hadn't killed, yet that deadness to her soul that settled after he left, lit weakly by flames from others but never fully bright...was to be zealously guarded and used as a shield from the world. Suddenly standing Juliana escapes from the clearing at a dead run leaving parchment and sword, not even knowing herself where her feet will take her ..not even realizing she was running away from herself.
Still not telling Ace for sure if she would join or not having sent a few doves, Juliana agreed to meet, yet later refused Ace's request to lie about Bernie's assasination plot to the Captain of the Guard, in fact she tried to prevent Bernie from being seriously hurt though the lizard's attack by Ace was so quick, there was nothing she could do. As a result when finally she met Bindus, Juliana had almost decided to not join the club after all. They had a past history that was rocky at best, yet she liked the halfling Bindus and his practical ways. When he offered her to stay on and help only where she was comfortable such as gathering information, she agreed. Yet the halfling hadn't been around in some time now and Ace was dead..as far as she was concerned the club was no more and Juliana already informed some that were joining at her bequest that she was no longer a part of it. Hearing a rumor of someone wanting to trade a magical emerald for a magical diamond with diamond ring Juliana, waiting for more throwing stones from Daisy before traveling north, decided to train at the golem. Having been there training or sleeping in a nearby cave for just a short while, three dwarfen days, she wondered how and why the attack happened muttering to herself.Ace: Let us meet with the others and discuss more!
Too bad I can't talk to this "Eagle" more, I wonder if she is in jail now or they dragged her somewhere else? Was she a part of this or a victim?
Realizing there were just too many unanswered questions at the moment, Juliana's eyes now begin to look more closely at her surroundings and gaze on the parchment that had fluttered to the ground last night. She didn't need to pick it up again to recognize the handwriting. In fact, she had been delaying even thinking of it.
Davien
Whispering his name brought such a flood of good yet also painful memories she had tried to forget that at first her mind simply closed as the grip on her sword tightened while hand automatically pulled it from it's sheath to land expertly pinning the parchment to the ground as sword tipped back and forth until settled. At least he was one she hadn't killed, yet that deadness to her soul that settled after he left, lit weakly by flames from others but never fully bright...was to be zealously guarded and used as a shield from the world. Suddenly standing Juliana escapes from the clearing at a dead run leaving parchment and sword, not even knowing herself where her feet will take her ..not even realizing she was running away from herself.
Days past, and there was nothing. He often looked to the sky unconsciously in the hopes of spotting some sort of bird carrying a note, but the skies were mostly clear. On the few occasions that he caught a glimpse of a bird they were free of any parcels. Still he couldn't help his heart from leaping each time a bird soared beautifully through his field of vision. He'd been afraid of this outcome which means there were only a handful of options: she was either dead, captured, or hated him. Two out of three would lead to retribution, and the third left him right where he should be. He didn't deserve a single word from her, he knew that. Still, he would never stand by idly when someone tried to openly harm or kill her.
Something had to be done, but he had retired his blade for so long. Could he still step onto the battlefield and react the same way he used to? There was only one way to find out and his resolve returned. Without another thought his mind was set and he quickly flipped the hood of his cloak up. Instinctively he let one foot pivot, whirled into a half crouch, and hurled himself forward sprinting.
Something had to be done, but he had retired his blade for so long. Could he still step onto the battlefield and react the same way he used to? There was only one way to find out and his resolve returned. Without another thought his mind was set and he quickly flipped the hood of his cloak up. Instinctively he let one foot pivot, whirled into a half crouch, and hurled himself forward sprinting.
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Juliana D'cheyne
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Juliana woke in the dark as her hand began to feel around the stone surroundings before finding and lighting the torch. Her head hurt terribly, and she remembered being locked up, unable to open door or crawl through the small windows so settled for wrecking havoc on the place starting with a rather large stash of wine. Chuckling then wincing in pain not being used to the after effects of drink, and only wearing her thin blouse with leather greaves, yet still carrying her weapons, Julianna began to remember bits and pieces of the night though not all. She had gone to him for information, hoping he knew something to help her situation..was she still locked up?He had calmly stayed outside asking his questions, demanding answers for reasons she still couldn't fathom. Finally able to at least move without the searing pain to her head, she looked back where she had lain and blinked then firmly grasped the key that was on the floor. So, was he was letting her go today? Why?
Frowning, Juliana briefly wondered what had transpired after the drink had it's way, she knew he wanted something from her, he even questioned her about Davien somehow guessing more then she told him. When asked if she wanted to see Davien again..she answered "No", but the infuriating man just chuckled! Why was he so interested in her life! Something about dropping her shield ... something about being cold. Trying all her tricks to get him to let her go hadn't worked, so why now unless....unless she told him something he wanted to hear? Eyes now narrow, Juliana gazes again at the key then the door almost angrily.
He knows I will be back to find out.
Frowning, Juliana briefly wondered what had transpired after the drink had it's way, she knew he wanted something from her, he even questioned her about Davien somehow guessing more then she told him. When asked if she wanted to see Davien again..she answered "No", but the infuriating man just chuckled! Why was he so interested in her life! Something about dropping her shield ... something about being cold. Trying all her tricks to get him to let her go hadn't worked, so why now unless....unless she told him something he wanted to hear? Eyes now narrow, Juliana gazes again at the key then the door almost angrily.
He knows I will be back to find out.
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Juliana D'cheyne
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Standing in the building holding his key, Juliana turns toward him as he enters then eyes follow remaining quiet as he immediately sets out food and drink insisting they eat before any talk. Why was she frightened of this man? Somehow she felt he could hurt her far more then any physical pain. Leaving the key and walking out after the briefest exchanges brought this strange feeling of emptiness inside not there previously. Traveling the distance to a familiar place allowed her to reorder her thoughts and make plans before sitting on a familar log with sword at her side while pulling from her bag the only parchment carried then composing her message.
The distance stretched before him long and uninviting as he looked up from the letter he was reading to peer southward. With no time to hesitate, his feet were carrying him but not fast enough. He slung his useless bag to the ground and detached his sheathes, swords included, letting them fall heavily off his back. He pressed harder his destination clear, the harbor, but was there enough time? Ships were constantly docking and leaving the small port; it would be a cinch for her to sneak aboard some outward vessel or just buy her way on. He was momentarily thankful for wearing his lightest armor today as he sprinted onward. Taking the shortest path he knew time whipped by but he kept his breathing steady.
He was used to running, but this distance would be uncomfortable for even the most seasoned rangers. Leaping over creeks, weaving through trees, and dredging through mud wouldn't stop him. Grey Refuge, Troll's Bane, Farmer's Union, and finally the harbor was insight. Not slowing his pace until he reached the builder's warehouse he edged around the building casually. Still panting somewhat he approached the dockhand and breathed out:
"Black cloak...blonde hair..., have ..you...seen....her?"
He was used to running, but this distance would be uncomfortable for even the most seasoned rangers. Leaping over creeks, weaving through trees, and dredging through mud wouldn't stop him. Grey Refuge, Troll's Bane, Farmer's Union, and finally the harbor was insight. Not slowing his pace until he reached the builder's warehouse he edged around the building casually. Still panting somewhat he approached the dockhand and breathed out:
"Black cloak...blonde hair..., have ..you...seen....her?"
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Juliana D'cheyne
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Planning on taking a ship to the mainland after leaving her message in the tree, Juliana began her long walk south from Nordmark wanting to see some of her favorite places on Gobaith before she left for good. Stopping at the old Lighthouse gathering another bow from the depot left long ago she chuckled remembering from whom and how she got that particular bow since it was her first good one, a Rider's bow. Estimating it would take her about three nights travel, one dwarfen day, not wanting to move much during daylight except when she arrived, yet feeling fairly safe wearing a different cloak and spending a long time tucking every stray strand of her pale blond hair in the overly large hood, she gazed at the reflection in the river only able to view lips and chin. Even the burn scar on her neck was hidden having put on her finger a special ring given to her. Managing to make it to the Grey Rose before daylight, she climbed the rocks in back of the stately castle and settled in for the day finally able to sleep yet her dreams were confused and a face kept dominating every one.
Having waited in the harbor for awhile, watching in the shadows a woman walk past with a snake on her shoulders, Juliana finally spies the ship awaited boarding without incident. Gazing back at the island while sailing away she pulls the hood from her head allowing her long pale blonde hair to drift in the sea breeze. Not sure her plans, she only hoped to clear her mind of disturbing dreams and images. Maybe one day she would return.
Having waited in the harbor for awhile, watching in the shadows a woman walk past with a snake on her shoulders, Juliana finally spies the ship awaited boarding without incident. Gazing back at the island while sailing away she pulls the hood from her head allowing her long pale blonde hair to drift in the sea breeze. Not sure her plans, she only hoped to clear her mind of disturbing dreams and images. Maybe one day she would return.