Mortimer responds to Daine's questions: "I know nothing of the cabin beyond its existence. When you've travelled these lands as long as I have, you come to know the structures that stand upon them. This particular one is secluded, away from everything, and I would venture a guess that few know about it. Seeing as they seem to have a penchant for privacy, I've never knocked to introduce myself. Whoever this group is that fled from something seemingly had no fear or no knowledge of it, seeing how their tracks head toward it, not from it."
Mortiemr pauses a moment, trying to come up with the best words for his next statement. "So everyone knows, it does me no good to keep things from all of you. It does me no good to hide dangers from those who will hopefully be keeping me out of it. I hope everyone trusts---"
He cuts off his words with a quick raise of his hand, indicating that he expects everyone to be quiet. And then, "Down, down, down," he says in quick succession, as he hits the ground. Mortimer points and far in the distance a figure can be seen, checking something. Mortiemr sniffs the air, and then says, "Elf..."
The Morning Outside the inn
Moderator: Admin
Daine nods. "I trust you Mortimer, don't worry. I was simply voicing my tho--
At Mortimer's hiss and warning, Daine quiets immediately and quickly moves to flatten his diminutive form against the nearest tree and it's concealing bushes, his hands working the grip of his hammer nervously and glancing around the group.
At Mortimer's hiss and warning, Daine quiets immediately and quickly moves to flatten his diminutive form against the nearest tree and it's concealing bushes, his hands working the grip of his hammer nervously and glancing around the group.
Virgil lazely but purposfully backs behind a nearby tree, seemingly not caring he looks at those on the ground around him.
whisper "hows the dirt."
He peeks around the tree at the elf, then down at mortimer, "only the one then?", he unclips his cape and lets it drop to the ground as he pulls a small dagger, not his sword, from an unknown location, "do you supose its an enemy?" his voice barely hiding his excitment.
whisper "hows the dirt."
He peeks around the tree at the elf, then down at mortimer, "only the one then?", he unclips his cape and lets it drop to the ground as he pulls a small dagger, not his sword, from an unknown location, "do you supose its an enemy?" his voice barely hiding his excitment.
If it storms or snows, or the sun smiles on us. The day burning hot, or ice cold of night. Dusty are our faces, but joyful are our minds! - Panzerlied
______________________________________________________________________
Brian: Do not respond, quote, argue, debate, or try to start a conversation about anything I say or post, directly or indirectly, specifically or implicitly. At the very least I will consider it stalking, and going further consider it harassing, belittling, demeaning, mocking, or insulting. I will immediately report it as such and push to request that your forum privileges be at least suspended or terminated, and going further request your LARP attendance privileges be suspended or terminated as per the Final Haven Code of Conduct. this is your notice and warning.
______________________________________________________________________
If you have an opinion on something I say, or a particular topic, but would prefer to keep your opinion private (or complain) then CLICK HERE! to send a private message to GM-Mike the head GM and let him know.
______________________________________________________________________
Brian: Do not respond, quote, argue, debate, or try to start a conversation about anything I say or post, directly or indirectly, specifically or implicitly. At the very least I will consider it stalking, and going further consider it harassing, belittling, demeaning, mocking, or insulting. I will immediately report it as such and push to request that your forum privileges be at least suspended or terminated, and going further request your LARP attendance privileges be suspended or terminated as per the Final Haven Code of Conduct. this is your notice and warning.
______________________________________________________________________
If you have an opinion on something I say, or a particular topic, but would prefer to keep your opinion private (or complain) then CLICK HERE! to send a private message to GM-Mike the head GM and let him know.
Malachi looks to Virgil and holds up his hand as a signal to hold
Last edited by Malachi on Mon Mar 16, 2009 1:49 am, edited 1 time in total.
Malachi Vandire - Deceased
Solomon Feir
Scott Smith
Solomon Feir
Scott Smith
"Yeah, it's real common for a single elf to be standing in the middle of nowhere," Mortimer says sarcastically, as the rest of the group wonders if elves really do smell different. "And if you're wondering what he's doing now, let me tell you. He's wondering if the movement he saw out of the corner of his eye was actually the fluttering of a cape or the movement of some random animal, if the face peering at him from behind a tree is really a face or his eyes playing tricks on him. Either way, in a minute he's going to turn and fetch some help, and when he does, we're going to make our way to that cabin because whoever lives there is suddenly in trouble. They need to be warned."
Mortimer continues to stare at the lone figure, waiting for him to turn...
Mortimer continues to stare at the lone figure, waiting for him to turn...
sarcastic whisper "ha, ha."
If it storms or snows, or the sun smiles on us. The day burning hot, or ice cold of night. Dusty are our faces, but joyful are our minds! - Panzerlied
______________________________________________________________________
Brian: Do not respond, quote, argue, debate, or try to start a conversation about anything I say or post, directly or indirectly, specifically or implicitly. At the very least I will consider it stalking, and going further consider it harassing, belittling, demeaning, mocking, or insulting. I will immediately report it as such and push to request that your forum privileges be at least suspended or terminated, and going further request your LARP attendance privileges be suspended or terminated as per the Final Haven Code of Conduct. this is your notice and warning.
______________________________________________________________________
If you have an opinion on something I say, or a particular topic, but would prefer to keep your opinion private (or complain) then CLICK HERE! to send a private message to GM-Mike the head GM and let him know.
______________________________________________________________________
Brian: Do not respond, quote, argue, debate, or try to start a conversation about anything I say or post, directly or indirectly, specifically or implicitly. At the very least I will consider it stalking, and going further consider it harassing, belittling, demeaning, mocking, or insulting. I will immediately report it as such and push to request that your forum privileges be at least suspended or terminated, and going further request your LARP attendance privileges be suspended or terminated as per the Final Haven Code of Conduct. this is your notice and warning.
______________________________________________________________________
If you have an opinion on something I say, or a particular topic, but would prefer to keep your opinion private (or complain) then CLICK HERE! to send a private message to GM-Mike the head GM and let him know.
The lone figure begins fumbling with something, though at this distance, it is difficult to see what it might be. "Don't move," Mortimer whispers, even as the arrow is being shot, lodging harmlessly into a nearby tree.
Silence follows as the figure decides its next move. Whistling then, loud, and from behind the figure come five, ten, fifteen more. Mortiemr curses and then shouts "Move, move, move!" He springs up and begins running in the direction of the cabin, not waiting to see who follows. While on the move, an arrow plunges into Paul and another into Cristo (3 vorpal).
The wind, once still, begins to blow ferociously, as Robert helps Paul flee after Mortimer.
More arrows sail through the air, but the wind seems to blow them harmlessly away. Mortimer doesn't stop running until the trees become denser, and even then, his pace is lively. Within minutes, the small cabin comes into view.
(OOG: for your information, a random roll was done to see who if anyone got hit with the arrow--Sorry Cristo. It would have made more sense for me to finish this post at the cabinn, but I need to stop in case anyone is staying behind.)
Silence follows as the figure decides its next move. Whistling then, loud, and from behind the figure come five, ten, fifteen more. Mortiemr curses and then shouts "Move, move, move!" He springs up and begins running in the direction of the cabin, not waiting to see who follows. While on the move, an arrow plunges into Paul and another into Cristo (3 vorpal).
The wind, once still, begins to blow ferociously, as Robert helps Paul flee after Mortimer.
More arrows sail through the air, but the wind seems to blow them harmlessly away. Mortimer doesn't stop running until the trees become denser, and even then, his pace is lively. Within minutes, the small cabin comes into view.
(OOG: for your information, a random roll was done to see who if anyone got hit with the arrow--Sorry Cristo. It would have made more sense for me to finish this post at the cabinn, but I need to stop in case anyone is staying behind.)
