an absence unnoticed | Shards of Orn

*he walks out of the woods finally back in jastry after being abroad for so long he stalks the outskirts of jastry looking for old alliances and comrades he craved the aloneness of the edges of the shard but of course, after so long spent in meditation he has changed more calmer, grown in his mind he calmly finds the spot where his old camp was and he fixes it up anew, itching o practice his old skills he sets about clearing a space working on chopping wood he finds his old hatchet sets his sword on his belt and quickly goes about making a fire, setting a pot of boiling water and fresh caught rabbits and such, he makes a stew while it cooks slowly he quickly sets about to letting off some steam of the long journey, horrible experiences and new scars slash across his body, amazed that he is still alive,he quickly practices some arts he had,"learned" from a man on his travels, then after awhile of working up a sweat he picks up his sword and twirls it loving having it in his hands again he practices tirelessly until the stew itself is done the large pot creates an odor that is appealing even to him and is hard not resist for some travelers*

(god my grammer is horrid)

a small yet not unoticable sound coms from behind a tree, and leofrick walks out from under the shade of the trees. "Hello Cain, Welcome home."

hiding up in a tree she watches as cain moves.

*he stops slightly noticing one of his old friends*
leo, *he cant help but feel a small kinship with him but he holds back* it is good to see you again, and ehre i thought the town was whiped out, well i figure you people wouldnt die without a fight *he chuckles*

"No dear fellow we wont, and my question to you is where did you go?" Leofrick sits across from Cain, sword tucked away in its sheath.

i have spent some time alone for awhile *a ring shines slightly on hsi hands but he covers it , as he stirs the stew some new scars dot his body* i decided, to collect some extra income here of late along with meditating at the edge of the shard, nearly died when i met a band of dwarves.....little bastards.*mutters*.. would you like some food my friend? i assure you it is not poisioned i believe i cooked it just like home.

At the mention of food an unexpected Ashe pops down out of the trees, scaring the poor artemis, (but the fae doesn't notice him)
"Well hello hello hello old friend and practice buddy, I see you have developed your skills even more. I have found magic has come to suite me so much more than steal and other metals."
"Does you mind if I join your cook fire friend and we can talk of experiences past?"
"Leofrick, good sir, how have you been? doing well I hope."
The fae giggles at being back amongst old friends

In the distance, a large angori can be seen, tromping through the woods, bellowing a scaldalous tale in the form of a bar ditty. A large pack sits on his shoulders, full of the spoils of the forest.

ashe dear friend H-*henotices the angori tromping throught the woods and chuckles under his breath seeming in a good mood these past couple of days*-ow are you? it is good too see you still alive along with the others and several new ones*he turns his body to keep the angori in his sight but just at the edges of his vision enough to not lose him* *Cain reaches over to stoke the fire he grimaces as his once broken arm is still healing*
good too see past alligeances still alive, even if because of my upbringing i have an undying hate for each race,

awe but I am too cute and fun to hate dear friend. he he he!!!
Would you like some of my eatable gems (jolly ranchers) I has plenty to spare; in payment for the good food that you cook.
shall we spar afterwords. I must say that my skills are better now that no blade holds me to close distances. *chuckles softly*

Of course *he chuckles and accepts the gems* perhaps a good spar willl warm me up to sleep tonight, what say you Leo? will you join us in a good tussel?

" I appreciate the offer, but not this time. next time for sure." Leofrick continues eating his food with mild intrest in the conversation at hand.

Keep in mind good swords man *twinkle in his eye* I dont have to be nears you to fight anymore.
"Sorry this may burn a little spell 3"
and Ashe takes flight, hovering slightly off the ground after the spell leaves his hands.

*his cape flairs and he takes flight also (wanderers sail-Fly) "i bet you had forgotten i could fly too my friend" *he flys after him he tosses his small knife *sharp 1* *slashes his sword at his torso then twists hit to hit his knees*

The light emitted from a nearby fire incantation catches Zwey's eye. He sees two faries throwing spell and steel at each other. He quickly (as fast as the heavy set angori can) walks over to the area, but his worry is extinguished when he notices the good natured grins on the faries faces. He plants his great sword into the ground, so that he may lean on it while he casually sends heals at the duelists, "Take the hand of the Hodgepodge (heal 4)"

(am not a fairy DX<)

Ashe takes the sharp but was extremely happy to have the heal spells coming from the big angori.
"ok, sir I admit I wasn't expecting that. but I am way more resilent than that."
Faster than cain could blink the fae blinked out of existence, lighting behind can and landing a "2 blunt" with his quarter-staff then came from the side with a

Welcome to this faes hot hell "spell blast 3"
Then before serious injury could befall Ashe, he flits away once again to causually take his place on the ground.

You guys are welcome to continue posting, but I want to remind you all there is absolutely no combat in the forums. No spells were thrown, and no sword was drawn. You may role play as much as you like, but please save combat for the game. Carry on as if there was no combat. Thanks!

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O.O.G: I am sorry, I was unaware of this rule.