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Maeock talked long with Skye, and decided his first action would be to (re) clear a set of caves north of the encampent. To Maeock's content and pleasure, Sarol wanted to come along.
'But, Skye, I need to learn to fight. You need a melee fighter on permanent defense of the encampment.' ' I am good enough until you can be released from your current duties. We need a blacksmith.' ' I need to be trained before I can defend. And what better way?' 'being trained' but that's not real combat!' He sighed. 'Fine. You little lovers go run off.' Maeck had gone very red at this. Had he been this readable? Was it that obvious? Or was Skye very peceptive? Or had he assumed, based on Sarol's desire to go with him? She had reasons, not including company. Or did she? She seemed competent enough, certainly the equal of him. She could learn more from Skye.
As they walked towards it, they finally had time alone, but all there was was an awkward silence. Other than small combats with porcupines, nothing of significance happened. When they reached the cave, he told her to go in first. She drew her War Hammer and steps in. He lit a torch, and followed.
A small group of skeletons stood, almost waiting. Maeock blasted off a beam of pure, invisible Magi. More than half of the gathered fell, but his mana was draining too fast. Sarol charged and took three out with a single swing. They all dropped their weapons, and stood back. One in the back wandered down into the depths. Maeock was about to start a magi fire amongst them, but Sarol held him back. 'I think they have a leader. Maybe they're calling him.
Sure enough, a skeleton in a black cloak and human clothes walked up. He raised his head. A death voice came out of his mouth as he spoke, 'are you. the response?' 'Response?' Maeck responded 'You didn't. get. message? Forgive me. has been long. time, sense. I needed. talking.' 'We know of no message received. Where was it sent?' 'Rogues. camp.' Sarol then asked 'how were these messages sent?' 'Followers. magic. vocal powers.' 'We killed them. They've been trying to kill us.' 'uuuuuhhhhhhnnnn. not mine. skeleton king's. you kill mine, too. never attack.' Sarol then spoke to Maeck 'skeleton king?' 'Never heard of him' 'hmmm.' Then, Sarol to the skeleton, 'Can you come to the rogues, to deliver the message?' 'No. they shoot, think I am. undead.' 'You're not?' ' No. just. starved, abandoned, father.' We'll protect you.' 'Will come. die. okay.' Now that he looked close, he had flesh on his bones, but hugged his skin close, and, in the dark, looked undead. They dragged him out, and, as they headed to the encampment, hoped they wouldn't shoot.
Now. review, and, email me the advancement trees, along with charaters to add to my party @ Darigaaz88@aol.com.
Maeock talked long with Skye, and decided his first action would be to (re) clear a set of caves north of the encampent. To Maeock's content and pleasure, Sarol wanted to come along.
'But, Skye, I need to learn to fight. You need a melee fighter on permanent defense of the encampment.' ' I am good enough until you can be released from your current duties. We need a blacksmith.' ' I need to be trained before I can defend. And what better way?' 'being trained' but that's not real combat!' He sighed. 'Fine. You little lovers go run off.' Maeck had gone very red at this. Had he been this readable? Was it that obvious? Or was Skye very peceptive? Or had he assumed, based on Sarol's desire to go with him? She had reasons, not including company. Or did she? She seemed competent enough, certainly the equal of him. She could learn more from Skye.
As they walked towards it, they finally had time alone, but all there was was an awkward silence. Other than small combats with porcupines, nothing of significance happened. When they reached the cave, he told her to go in first. She drew her War Hammer and steps in. He lit a torch, and followed.
A small group of skeletons stood, almost waiting. Maeock blasted off a beam of pure, invisible Magi. More than half of the gathered fell, but his mana was draining too fast. Sarol charged and took three out with a single swing. They all dropped their weapons, and stood back. One in the back wandered down into the depths. Maeock was about to start a magi fire amongst them, but Sarol held him back. 'I think they have a leader. Maybe they're calling him.
Sure enough, a skeleton in a black cloak and human clothes walked up. He raised his head. A death voice came out of his mouth as he spoke, 'are you. the response?' 'Response?' Maeck responded 'You didn't. get. message? Forgive me. has been long. time, sense. I needed. talking.' 'We know of no message received. Where was it sent?' 'Rogues. camp.' Sarol then asked 'how were these messages sent?' 'Followers. magic. vocal powers.' 'We killed them. They've been trying to kill us.' 'uuuuuhhhhhhnnnn. not mine. skeleton king's. you kill mine, too. never attack.' Sarol then spoke to Maeck 'skeleton king?' 'Never heard of him' 'hmmm.' Then, Sarol to the skeleton, 'Can you come to the rogues, to deliver the message?' 'No. they shoot, think I am. undead.' 'You're not?' ' No. just. starved, abandoned, father.' We'll protect you.' 'Will come. die. okay.' Now that he looked close, he had flesh on his bones, but hugged his skin close, and, in the dark, looked undead. They dragged him out, and, as they headed to the encampment, hoped they wouldn't shoot.
Now. review, and, email me the advancement trees, along with charaters to add to my party @ Darigaaz88@aol.com.