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Pick's Great Adventure

Chapter three.

This place was infested with Shem.

I had to suck it up, got to keep up apearences . To be honest, Ostagar was intimidating: It's tall, pale stone walls cast deep shadows; the long, crumbling stone bridge loomed hundreds of feet from ground level; Mages from the Cirlce gathered in a huge, spirit-infused mass for a trip to the fade; Human soldiers polished their swords and armor, boasting about their conquest (both on the battle field and in the bedroom); Elven maidens rushed back and forth, smiles on their faces as they took their order's from the Quartermaster.

"Pick, eh Pick!" The Quartermaster shouted. I rushed quickly to his side. He held aloft a steel mace and I kept out of reach, just in case he decided he wanted to kill me.

"At your service, sir" I lowered myself slightly.

"Right, give this parcel to the guard outside of Terran Logain's tent...and this letter needs to go to the mageling, Wynn...and this sword...oh damn, ...where did the bloody sword go?" He serched around his pile of goods until he found a beautiful silver sword with an ebony handle. He dropped all three of the items in my arms, "The sword belongs to Sir. Garland. He's out surveying the field now, so don't risk your bloody neck. Wait till, he gets back."

"Of course," I replied, and then I was off.

Wynn was closer to me. She was an older woman with white hair and a kind smile. She greeted me warmly when I cam into view.

"Hello Lady Wynn," I said politly, handing her the letter.

"Ahh, thank you, my friend." She opened the envelope and scanned the document quickly, "By the Maker, can't the Circle solve it's own problems? A bloodmage escapes along with his acomplice..." she mumbled to herself.

I decided to leave her be.

I wasn't too familiar with the grounds just yet, so it didn't surprise me when I lost my way. Where was Logain's tent?

"You there, Elf." A gruff voice called to me. I turned to see two men and one woman, all three dressed in worn, dirty armor and had their face painted in dark hued paint. Their mabari hounds were painted the same way. They were called Ash Warriors, and they were the kind of Shem I didn't want to cross.

"Er...It's Pick, sir"

"Just get a message to Terran Logain, our hounds are ready for tonights battle," Said the dark haired warrior. Then he turned away from me, effectivly dismissing me.

Just walk away Pick. Don't take the spare blade and slice off his ear, Pick.

I walked away, determined to find Logain's damn tent. I focused so much on my mission that I accidently ran into someone, knocking them over.

"Ow, hey!" A female voice cried out.

"Maker, I'm sorry!" I said, I offered her a hand up.

The poor girl was elven, but dressed in green leather armor. Her skin was tan, but her hair was pure white. She reguarded me with startling green eyes, "what was that all about, can't you see where your going?"

"Hey, I'm sorry! I'm just a little busy," I tried to focus on the conversation, but the elegant tatoos on her face were very distracting: swirling lines in gold ink.

"Busy doing slave labor for your Shem masters, flat ear." her voice was full of venom.

I had an urge to protect myself, "I'm not a slave to the humans, I'm just doing my job." Who does this woman think she is?

"Right...and that blade belongs to you, does it?" She asked, pointing to Sir. Garland's sword.

"No," I replied, "This is Sir. Garland's blade. I'm to return it to him. It's my job...the job I get payed for."

She smirked, her eye's sparked with intrest, "Oh, so thats his sword. He was wondering what happened to it." she held out her hand, "I'll bring it to him."

"What, do you even know who he is?" I gripped the blade tighter.

"Of course I do, I also know that he's out in the field not. He sen't me to find an elf with his blade. he asked me to get it for him." She smiled.

"Who's the slave now?" I replied, narrowing my eyes.

She clinched her fists, "Watch your toungue, flat ear. Sir. Garland asked me a favor, equil to equil. Now I need that sword."

I tossed the blade to her and she swiftly caught it and balanced it in her hand."Good day," I said curtly.

"Thanks flat-ear," she replied.

I sighed, "Pick, for the love of the Maker, my name is Pick."

The strange white haired elf glanced up and smirked at him, "I'm Reia. It's nice to meet you, Pick." With that she turned and walked away.

...

I finaly gathered the nerve to ask where Logain's tent was. A kind faced human pointed the way and soon I delivered both the parcel and the ash warrior's message to the guard