This story is a mixture of Dungeons and Dragons, and LORT, with a bit of my
imagination. It is a bit of my Dungeons and Dragons campaign. Yea I am
thinking that it is going to be more Dungeons and Dragons. (Because if I
messed up any LORT people would kill me)
It was a bright morning inn the town of Lyra as the light gleamed in through the windows of the inn awaking the inhabitants. A lowly group of adventurers two young elven lasses and a hobbit lad, they where good friend especially the two elves Lauralay and Naday, they had come from the same village. They where the only two elves there, because their village, were they had first lived with family and such, was attacked by orcs and they where the only survivors. Lauralay was what appeared to be 16 and Naday appeared to be 14, well in human years. The hobbit lad was called Shadow because of his odd lowly nature for hobbits are very social. The two girls had met this 20-year-old hobbit when he ran into them. He told them to get up and run as fast as they could away from where they were and so for a week they had ran, they ran until they reached this town.
This town of Lyra is a small town but it was substantial manly of humans. It is a normal town with a farm a pub and a school, a temple the inn a town hall and many stores. There were always rumors of the man who worked with herbs outside town, the rumor was that he was great at it.
Naday awoke first and shook her friend Lauralay "Ralay, what are plans for the day?"
"We have none. Why do you ask?" said Lauralay reluctant to get up
"I was thinking, maybe we can see if this town needs helping."
"Of course, it's not like we have any thing else to do." Lauralay said groggily, most likely so she could fall back asleep.
"I shall awake Shadow, maybe today we will learn his true name."
"Wishful thinking my friend, very wishful."
Naday walked behind a decorative screen and she changed into some leather armor and over that she through on some eleven clothes she had and also adorned a green cloak that was her mothers and made shore she didn't forget the dagger in her boot. Oddly she did resemble a druid in whom she was (or tried to be).
Lauralay was a fighter in training at the time when their town was taken over. Lauralay cursed the orcs every time she heard of them. But for Naday it was too long ago, she hardly remembered it. That's why Lauralay was like an older sister.
Naday walked out of the room and knocked calmly on the door that led in to the room in which Shadow had stayed the night.
"Now who could that be," asked a voice from beyond the door.
"Tis I Naday, Shadow, are you coming with us for a wile."
The door creaked open, and Naday looked down upon the young hobbit. His black hair was curly and his eyes where an oddly color of bluish-brown. "Well, I have thought about it and you young eleven lasses would benefit from having I with you." He grinned "So, yes I'll come along."
"Shadow, since you are coming, will you speak your true name to us?"
"Over breakfast, lass, over breakfast."
"You don't have to give me the title of lass since I am over a hundred years old."
"True, but you and Lauralay are the youngest looking elves I have ever seen."
"I shall meat you downstairs." Said Naday and walked back to her room in which Lauralay had just closed the door to as she got out.
"Naday, so is our friend coming with us on our journey?" asked Lauralay
"Yes, he speaks of how we could benefit from him, if he came along." They laughed.
They walked down the stairs into the lounge and through the short hall then lead into the meal room. They sat down at a table for four since there where no tables for three. The room they sat in was not the biggest or the classiest place to eat but it was modest. They sat down and had conversations in elfish which was of no meaning manly just of how the weather must be like at home and all. A pitter-patter of bare feet came down the hall in which they came from.
"Shadow. What, may I ask, took you so long?" asked Lauralay
"I do detest that name you gave me, so I shall tell you thy real name. SO from now on call me Shyton."
"It's nice to know a real name of some one, it is a way to actually call a friend." Said Naday
"Indeed." Replied Shyton
They ate their breakfast and paid for the night they had spent at the counter. They walked out and maid their way to the town hall. It was only across the rode called wood path. Next to the inn they had left was Dragon's pub owned by the one "Glen the great" as it read on the sign in front of the pub. On the right was a temple so very tall like it was made to reach the heavens. And all around was various stores such as jewelry and weapons and armor and many more.
The building that was the town hall had steep steps leading to a grand door with a head of a beast unknown to them as a doorknocker. It was an off white building only one story, but large for a one story building, stood grandly there in the middle of the town.
They walked up to the door and knocked.
"Do you have an appointment?" asked a voice as the door opened. She was a human with red hair and brown eyes "Do you?"
"No, but we are adventurers and we would like to speak, if it is possible, to your Lord." Explained Shyton
"Well then come along now, I am shore we can fit you in." She said and led them in through a small hall that opened up and on the right was her desk where she sat down and knocked on a tinted window she then opened and said "There are some adventurers here who would be glad to speak with you."
"Send them in," said a loud masculine voice
"Go on ahead." Said the woman
Lauralay walked ahead and opened the door and walked in gracefully, there was a half eleven man sitting at a large desk with a name plaque on it that read Avaraerion. He was tall and had dirty blonde hair down just past his shoulders.
"May I ask your business here." He asked
"Well, good Lord Avaraerion of Lyra, we are adventurers and we would like to see if there is any happenings in this town that we could help you with?" asked Lauralay politely.
He looked at them in a peculiar way and then smiled, "Do you wish to take on a task, you all look so young."
"We aren't as young as we look." Said Lauralay with a smirk
"Very well. In the main part of this kingdom the princess Tayliya of Clearjink has been kidnapped. The king Sanalore has become desperate, his wife hart broken, for if they do not give the kidnappers what they want they will kill the princess." Said Avaraerion, he then sighed and continued "The only mission I have for you is to find these kidnappers and save the princess."
"Doesn't sound dangerous." Said Lauralay looking at her to friends.
"Wait, what are these kidnappers after?" asked Shyton
"The king is reluctant to release that information." Said Avaraerion
"Is there any in site on where the princess's captors may be?" asked Lauralay
"You would have to go to the center of this country into the hart of Clearjink and ask the king himself, he wants to meat any adventures who could help his daughter." Said Avaraerion
"Well if nothing is happening in this town, I say let's go on to the heart of Clearjink." Said Lauralay, Shyton nodded in agreement. "What do you think Naday?"
"Sound's to me like we have an adventure," said Naday
"Which road do we take to the heart of Clearjink?" asked Shyton
"Follow wood path road." Said Avaraerion "For you three, since you accepted this task, I shall give you transportation. Maleion," he called for the woman out side the office "Take these adventures to the stables."
Naday was excited, a horse of her own. This is what went through her mind as she walked to the stables.
When they reached the stables, which wasn't to long of a walk because it was located directly behind the town hall, they were lead inside. "This way." Said Maleion. "This brown horse is a war horse," Lauralay was ecstatic, a horse that could be used in battle. "This one is our most fast horse," she said looking at a cream colored one then at Naday. "This black pony in the most quite animal I have ever raised." This pony had a white crescent on its forehead, and Shyton smiled at its site.
"These are the best animals we have ever raised, I hope they can help you," said Maleion "and good luck on your adventures."
They group mounted their horses, (or pony) and road down the road wood path that they had earlier crossed to enter the town hall.
"So, we have a mission for ourselves." Said Shyton smiling
They road down the road and as they were ridding they saw a small hut.
"Hey, it might be that man who works with herbs. Should we check it out?" asked Lauralay.
"Sounds intriguing, let's stop and meat this man." Said Shyton
Lauralay jumped off her Brown horse, her golden hair spread out like a fan behind her. She smiled and pet the horse. Realizing her horse was male she spoke "Gamao, would be a suitable name for you."
"Lauralay, Naday" Said Shyton "What information do we have on this man?"
"That he is really good with herbs." Said Naday
It was a bright morning inn the town of Lyra as the light gleamed in through the windows of the inn awaking the inhabitants. A lowly group of adventurers two young elven lasses and a hobbit lad, they where good friend especially the two elves Lauralay and Naday, they had come from the same village. They where the only two elves there, because their village, were they had first lived with family and such, was attacked by orcs and they where the only survivors. Lauralay was what appeared to be 16 and Naday appeared to be 14, well in human years. The hobbit lad was called Shadow because of his odd lowly nature for hobbits are very social. The two girls had met this 20-year-old hobbit when he ran into them. He told them to get up and run as fast as they could away from where they were and so for a week they had ran, they ran until they reached this town.
This town of Lyra is a small town but it was substantial manly of humans. It is a normal town with a farm a pub and a school, a temple the inn a town hall and many stores. There were always rumors of the man who worked with herbs outside town, the rumor was that he was great at it.
Naday awoke first and shook her friend Lauralay "Ralay, what are plans for the day?"
"We have none. Why do you ask?" said Lauralay reluctant to get up
"I was thinking, maybe we can see if this town needs helping."
"Of course, it's not like we have any thing else to do." Lauralay said groggily, most likely so she could fall back asleep.
"I shall awake Shadow, maybe today we will learn his true name."
"Wishful thinking my friend, very wishful."
Naday walked behind a decorative screen and she changed into some leather armor and over that she through on some eleven clothes she had and also adorned a green cloak that was her mothers and made shore she didn't forget the dagger in her boot. Oddly she did resemble a druid in whom she was (or tried to be).
Lauralay was a fighter in training at the time when their town was taken over. Lauralay cursed the orcs every time she heard of them. But for Naday it was too long ago, she hardly remembered it. That's why Lauralay was like an older sister.
Naday walked out of the room and knocked calmly on the door that led in to the room in which Shadow had stayed the night.
"Now who could that be," asked a voice from beyond the door.
"Tis I Naday, Shadow, are you coming with us for a wile."
The door creaked open, and Naday looked down upon the young hobbit. His black hair was curly and his eyes where an oddly color of bluish-brown. "Well, I have thought about it and you young eleven lasses would benefit from having I with you." He grinned "So, yes I'll come along."
"Shadow, since you are coming, will you speak your true name to us?"
"Over breakfast, lass, over breakfast."
"You don't have to give me the title of lass since I am over a hundred years old."
"True, but you and Lauralay are the youngest looking elves I have ever seen."
"I shall meat you downstairs." Said Naday and walked back to her room in which Lauralay had just closed the door to as she got out.
"Naday, so is our friend coming with us on our journey?" asked Lauralay
"Yes, he speaks of how we could benefit from him, if he came along." They laughed.
They walked down the stairs into the lounge and through the short hall then lead into the meal room. They sat down at a table for four since there where no tables for three. The room they sat in was not the biggest or the classiest place to eat but it was modest. They sat down and had conversations in elfish which was of no meaning manly just of how the weather must be like at home and all. A pitter-patter of bare feet came down the hall in which they came from.
"Shadow. What, may I ask, took you so long?" asked Lauralay
"I do detest that name you gave me, so I shall tell you thy real name. SO from now on call me Shyton."
"It's nice to know a real name of some one, it is a way to actually call a friend." Said Naday
"Indeed." Replied Shyton
They ate their breakfast and paid for the night they had spent at the counter. They walked out and maid their way to the town hall. It was only across the rode called wood path. Next to the inn they had left was Dragon's pub owned by the one "Glen the great" as it read on the sign in front of the pub. On the right was a temple so very tall like it was made to reach the heavens. And all around was various stores such as jewelry and weapons and armor and many more.
The building that was the town hall had steep steps leading to a grand door with a head of a beast unknown to them as a doorknocker. It was an off white building only one story, but large for a one story building, stood grandly there in the middle of the town.
They walked up to the door and knocked.
"Do you have an appointment?" asked a voice as the door opened. She was a human with red hair and brown eyes "Do you?"
"No, but we are adventurers and we would like to speak, if it is possible, to your Lord." Explained Shyton
"Well then come along now, I am shore we can fit you in." She said and led them in through a small hall that opened up and on the right was her desk where she sat down and knocked on a tinted window she then opened and said "There are some adventurers here who would be glad to speak with you."
"Send them in," said a loud masculine voice
"Go on ahead." Said the woman
Lauralay walked ahead and opened the door and walked in gracefully, there was a half eleven man sitting at a large desk with a name plaque on it that read Avaraerion. He was tall and had dirty blonde hair down just past his shoulders.
"May I ask your business here." He asked
"Well, good Lord Avaraerion of Lyra, we are adventurers and we would like to see if there is any happenings in this town that we could help you with?" asked Lauralay politely.
He looked at them in a peculiar way and then smiled, "Do you wish to take on a task, you all look so young."
"We aren't as young as we look." Said Lauralay with a smirk
"Very well. In the main part of this kingdom the princess Tayliya of Clearjink has been kidnapped. The king Sanalore has become desperate, his wife hart broken, for if they do not give the kidnappers what they want they will kill the princess." Said Avaraerion, he then sighed and continued "The only mission I have for you is to find these kidnappers and save the princess."
"Doesn't sound dangerous." Said Lauralay looking at her to friends.
"Wait, what are these kidnappers after?" asked Shyton
"The king is reluctant to release that information." Said Avaraerion
"Is there any in site on where the princess's captors may be?" asked Lauralay
"You would have to go to the center of this country into the hart of Clearjink and ask the king himself, he wants to meat any adventures who could help his daughter." Said Avaraerion
"Well if nothing is happening in this town, I say let's go on to the heart of Clearjink." Said Lauralay, Shyton nodded in agreement. "What do you think Naday?"
"Sound's to me like we have an adventure," said Naday
"Which road do we take to the heart of Clearjink?" asked Shyton
"Follow wood path road." Said Avaraerion "For you three, since you accepted this task, I shall give you transportation. Maleion," he called for the woman out side the office "Take these adventures to the stables."
Naday was excited, a horse of her own. This is what went through her mind as she walked to the stables.
When they reached the stables, which wasn't to long of a walk because it was located directly behind the town hall, they were lead inside. "This way." Said Maleion. "This brown horse is a war horse," Lauralay was ecstatic, a horse that could be used in battle. "This one is our most fast horse," she said looking at a cream colored one then at Naday. "This black pony in the most quite animal I have ever raised." This pony had a white crescent on its forehead, and Shyton smiled at its site.
"These are the best animals we have ever raised, I hope they can help you," said Maleion "and good luck on your adventures."
They group mounted their horses, (or pony) and road down the road wood path that they had earlier crossed to enter the town hall.
"So, we have a mission for ourselves." Said Shyton smiling
They road down the road and as they were ridding they saw a small hut.
"Hey, it might be that man who works with herbs. Should we check it out?" asked Lauralay.
"Sounds intriguing, let's stop and meat this man." Said Shyton
Lauralay jumped off her Brown horse, her golden hair spread out like a fan behind her. She smiled and pet the horse. Realizing her horse was male she spoke "Gamao, would be a suitable name for you."
"Lauralay, Naday" Said Shyton "What information do we have on this man?"
"That he is really good with herbs." Said Naday