I appologise in advance for the characters lacking context and background, but the more stories i post the more you will get to learn about their habits pasts and how they feel about their companions. Also these stories are not in chronological order, you get them as i give them. If i anyone actualy wants to know something about the any of the characters just ask and i'll either tell you or if their lucky write a story about it. Finaly i'm not going to tell you the classes that any of the characters are because even though they arn't the elusive hero class they dont ridgedly fit into any specific one, but there basicaly in one or the other.
"You know I could get that started for you if you wanted." Tarena giggled with one hand over her mouth as Malorin and Annora both struggled to get the tinder lit.
"We want it lit, not obliterated." Annora looked up with a sly smile s the fire attempted to spark into life.
"Yeah, we remember last time you tried to light the fire." Malorin said pulling back from the fire and beginning to stroke her hair.
"Hey… that was an accident…" She pleaded with poorly masked laughter.
"No, that was entertainment." Annora burst into laughter and fell over sideways grasping her belly.
"You two are horrible." Malorin said getting up and walking away with her tongue poked out at the elf that had caused her such problems in the past.
Gretel looked up puzzled about the current topic of conversation. "What is all this about, it must have been before we met?" The troll asked before returning to mixing herbs in a small pestle and mortar that she kept for cooking occasions.
"Well we where having trouble lighting the fire, like we are now, then Tarena offered to start it for us, like she just did then." Annora propped herself back up and gestured towards the different people and objects as she spoke. "We took her up on it so she started the incantations and then the next thing you know… kabloom!" She continued throwing her hands in the air and allowing herself to fall over backwards.
"My hair caught fire… its still growing back…" Malorin said getting up and walking over to the troll.
"It didn't even get the fire started, just sorta fizzled and went out." Annora tucked her knees into her chest and craned her head around to look at Gretel with a slight smile.
"Alright everyone take cover I'm gonna try an light the fire…" The elf waved her hand over the bundle of wood while her leather clad human companion leapt for cover behind a log. Gradually she glared at the tinder devilishly and began to mutter in some ancient, demonic dialect. Her eyes blinked open, shining with infernal light, blazing gauntlets of flame erupted around her hands and she shuffled her feet into a side on position towards the target.
"Kya!" Tarena yelled and thrust her flame-encrusted hands towards the rock circle, which let off a small puff of smoke accompanied by a disappointing popping noise. Conversely a huge fit of laughter spewed from Gretel's direction as she almost fell off her seat.
"Um… wow…" Annora crept towards the fire on all fours watching out for the opportunity of stray explosions. "But you know, I think it might actually be on fire." Muttered the human as she began poking the innards of the fire with a stick. Gradually the wood spluttered into combustion, which resulting in a mild applause from all concerned.
"Malorin..." Gretel walked towards the glow trying to be a blaze and knelt down in front of it, placed her bowl on the ground and started to warm her hands. "How did you all meet each other?"
That's a bit out of the blue isn't it?" Annora smirked, putting her stick down and slinking back to one of the logs surrounding the fire. Everyone glared angrily at her for a reason that currently escaped her. "Oh come on!"
"Well... anyway, I suppose it would have been… oh almost a year ago now, the tavern in Goldshire." Malorin sat down across the fire from her trollish companion. "It was hardly a quiet night to start with but one person turned out to be a very talented sketch artist. There must have been twenty of us all completely off our rockers."
"That was back when you still drank." Annora said from the logs as Tarena took a seat behind Malorin.
"Yes, I've had enough to regret from spent nights and coin on naught but drink. Still this one man could draw a person's mirror image in mere seconds, then one thing led to another and the next mourning eleven of us…" Malorin pulled her legs into her chest and studied the growing flickers of light the fireplace was emitting.
"She can't remember." Annora leant forward and garishly whispered into Gretel's ear.
"Thank you Annora…" The only other human said with an annoyed tone in response to the interruption, removing a leather scroll case from her baggage and handing it to the elf behind her as she spoke. "Eleven of us woke up in a cave in the wetlands north of Iron Forge. We have all been friends ever since, usually keeping in contact by mail but sometimes we journey together for a while."
"Oh these are fantastic, where did you get them?" Tarena gasped, having removed several worn pieces of parchment from the case.
"You might assume I woke up with them, but I actually bought them off a trader in lakeshore." Malorin smiled one of her more evil smiles although as far as smiles go it could still inspire heroism in the meek.
"What are they?" Gretel inquisitively asked poking her head around the fire, which had grown large enough to impede her vision of the people on the other side of it. The eyes of the troll grew wide as the parchment was turned around to reveal a rather buxom and rather naked human girl, who bared a striking resemblance to the woman behind her, in an extremely lewd position involving a table, a chair, several onlookers and a bottle in the process of being emptied of its contents. In case there was any doubt, the words 'Annora bathes in milk' where written in the bottom right hand corner using an overly large script.
"How the hell did you get that?" Annora yelped as she fell backwards in response to the image of another high quality drawing of herself. This particular one demonstrated both her affinity for dancing and nigh inhuman flexibility as well as alcohols ability to make people misuse their talents, it was labelled 'good will towards men'.
"You can keep them to yourselves." Gretel turned away from the pictures making it clear with her tone of voice that she wasn't interested. "But I'm surprised that some one of your stature would… stoop to keeping naked pictures of your companions handy."
"Yes, why do you have naked pictures of me?" Annora clambered back over the log.
"Oh you know me… anything to sneak a peek at my fellow women." Malorin said with enough sarcasm to almost imply a double negative as she picked up the scroll case and held it out for Tarena to replace its contents.
"Well all you had to do was ask silly…" Having regained her seating Annora began to unfasten her leather jerkin.
"Oh really? Why didn't you say so?" Countered the holder of the scroll case with narrowed eyes and a grin confident of victory. Annora threw off her jerkin and raised the front of her cloth vest to around her neck so her friends might see the full glory of her full chest.
"Ha ha!" She bellowed without lowering her clothes and Malorin ducked behind her arm. "Can't call my bluff."
"Wow… these drawings are so life like…" Tarena raised one of the pictures into the air so she could compare the real and drawn breasts.
"Can some one find Nunu and make sure she's bringing back food?" Gretel silenced the camp with a yell over the growing noise of competing voices. "She's been gone for hours and I'm hungry." She continued after recomposing herself and watched as cheesecake bolted into a position next to the fire, promptly planting its mechanical behind on the ground with several small squeaks.
"Is it just me or is that thing as mad as its creator?" Malorin asked whilst gazing at the through the flickering streaks of fire at the small creature. Oddly enough the squirrel seemed quite insulted about the remark of its sanity.