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Visitor
Monday, 03 July 2006, 12:47 AM

Re: Raiders of the Borderlands
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NPC Hawkish looking man


[color=darkblue][i]Pangor watched the elleth as she walked to an empty corner table on the opposite side of the of the pub from his location. He noted how she positioned herself to be able to observe the room and had her back to the wall. Her attention came to be locked on him. He thought, "Good, that is the right thing to do, stare me down, show the others that you have no fear of me. That will make you the second most deadly person in this building in their eyes, and you will survive." After a few seconds, she looked away and pointedly and appeared to pointedly avoid noticing him again. "Bad move", he thought, "You just lowered you self to their class in their eyes. You have made yourself prey for the animals of this orc pit." One of the vile patrons approached the elleth and began a conversation that included others from his table, they were to far away from Pangor to be heard over the room's din that devoured all sound beyond a short distance. As the brute assaulted her, Pangor prepared to come to her assistance, but it was not necessary. It appeared that the brute had chosen that as a good time to meet his ancestors and chose to use her blade to do it. Others began to approach her and the establishment's din cleared away. It was like the pub was holding its foul breath waiting for what was about to happen next. As everyone's attention was on the elleth Pangor rose and slowly approached. In the conflict her hood fell away now he knew for certain who she was. It was unlikely that she could survive this pub without aid. The light in the pub dimmed as a loud, commanding voice arose from the behind the cordon created by the crowd. It was a voice filled with cruelty and menace, [/i]"Leave her alone!" [i]As the crowd turned to see who spoke, what they saw was the dark figure leaving but prior to opening the door his voice boomed, [/i]"This is my command. She is to be provided with anything that she asks for. Except! Absolutely no food nor drink for here or for the road. She will not pay for anything, you shall bear the costs yourself No one is to touch her or cause her any discomfort or inconvenience. Head my words, everyone of you have been marked. Treat her with the respect you would me, for if any of you cause her any problems each and everyone of you will pay the ultimate price at my hand." [i]The hawkish looking man returned from the upper floor, [/i]"Here, now whats all this racket? Oh it you giving orders! I have had enough of you I am going kill that stupid elf and you won't do anything about it,"[i] pulls out a strange looking dagger, [/i]"Cause your gonna be dead!"[i]. The dark hooded figure barely reacts except to hold his walking staff so that it touches the chest of the hawkish one, [/i]"Oh look a stick, the big scary one has only a stick!". "Will you head my commands?" "No way I..." "Then you can die."[i], When the word "die" was uttered The hawkish man slumped to the floor, he was dead. The dark one opens the door and spoke one more time [/i]"Erelin, if they begin to forget, tell them you are my friend."[i] He steps out and the door closes. With the departure of the dark figure, the pub's lighting returned to normal. The dimness was gone.


Once outside Pangor saw nobody. The sun was still rather low in the east. He was satisfied to learn that his time in that vile place was not as long as it felt. He reversed his cloak so the normal brown color shows rather then the dark almost black lining. He went to a location where he could observe the pub's door and hear if anything bad was underway, without being observed himself. In a short while that did not seem so short to him, she exited the pub. Being satisfied that she was safely out of the pit, he mounted Anammu, his steed and waited for her to be ready to depart. When he saw her about to mount her steed, he assume she was safe and began to ride off, thinking to himself, "Erelin, may your business whatever it is be swiftly resolved and may you return to the safety of the Golden Woods. And perhaps if fortune smiles on both of us, one day in the shade of a mallorn, you can tell me what business was so important to draw you to this retched valley."
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