Furmindalan

[daboomer]

His heart was racing fast as he stepped in to the shadows. Every short second feeling like an eternity, so aware of his mortality and the fact at any point one of the enemies would likely feel his movement or spot him in the damp cave.

"move, draw your weapons"

The lips moving these words without an actual sound, then the arrow flew above his shoulder and he heard the now familiar voice say.

"I do know how much you like spiders"

He inhaled the damp air feeling a stink from somewhere beyond the cave wall at his left. Then moved forward as the large eight legged freak of his nightmares approached, Furmindalan penetrated one of all to many the legs with his dagger and then followed up by sticking the rapier straight trough it's side with a thrust. It became easier for every time. His hands where barely trembling.

[daboomer]

A loud cough echoes throughout the room, the young elf soon to see his two-hundred birthday has fallen out of the bed and sits holding his knees in the corner. As he recalls some of turmoil he stares down at the tarnished armor and cloak. There are several thick short scars running across his legs.

"Flee bitten bags of filth, i am to skin you disembowel your scalps and then use you as ashtrays when i find you"

the short muttered swearing in dwarven which sounds utterly strange in his melodic though now shaky tone. Suddenly an idea darts across the tired and unfocused, mind he opens his eyes more and says with a voice trembling badly.

"pigeon?"

A cooing sound is heard from the bed and he lets out a sigh of relief as he crawls up in the bed and slowly curls up into a ball. She embraces him and they lay there whispering for a while.

"My headache has returned"

He can feel the breath in his neck as she says so, he swallows and inhales the air in the room. So glad to have it filling his lungs.

"Mine to Mine to"

The response is short and likely not of a very satisfying nature, she continues to speak softly. He is sure she must be as beaten and tired as he is.

"I should be used by now to be the one that is hunted"

He sighs and tries to reach for her hand but stops himself and simply makes a hushing sound.

"shh, shh."

He wants to say that everything is fine and that there is nothing to fear, but he failed miserably in protecting her. As she clearly failed in protecting him, those worgs so much stronger then any he encountered before. He was to surprised to take them on, forced back by there force and brutality. Tearing at legs with teeth he barely had time to strike once, leaving nothing but a small mark in the dark and muscle ripped creatures skin. She got into a sitting position in the bed and he watched her back turning his head as the words spoken from her mouth suggested she would journey to the city to buy a new leather armor. Furmindalan felt even more terror at that thought but he knew by now he would need to get used to city's at some point or he would find it hard living in the humans lands as an adventurer.

"I will come with you if you like"

He crawled out of the bed and ate some slices of cheese as she changed the torn armor, he spotted a long thick scar running across her back but then turned his eyes down focusing his attention on forcing down the food. The room had a smell of which would usually just be felt in the long winter months inside when no one had been able to let in enough air. That smell was a bit sickening and he felt a bit nauseous as he struggled with the cheese. He knew the only way to protect would be to dedicate himself even more to the training of moving unseen and striking smart. This was what he was to do, first of all he would follow pigeon and he would not complaint. Complaints of Valkurs roar was not likely to ease her headache. They left and he followed walking with steps far from his usual dance like movement.

[daboomer]

*A short note in the leather-bound brown journal, the hand writing being elegant*

She is up to something, i am curious and yet terrified as well.
Why? Simple enough.

*a short list outlined with dots follow*

* She is planning something really mischievous and i Will be the victim of a truly cruel practical joke.

* I just became fooled on a third of my money(which i honestly do not deem to be likely).

* The gift will not be appreciated by me.

* And finally, (as well as most likely) I will have a challenge topping this gift with one of my own.


The small journal is hidden away in his pack and he sits down to think beneath the tree, anxious and now and then with a distant grin.

[daboomer]

Laughing and dancing moving with a ease despite what fills the mind, he always knew and yet he can not help a thing.

"there are more then you to be stubborn, yes there are"

A quick thought and then a laugh as he follows the tattooed wild elf in a twirl, soft legs and arms Furmindalan's posture is relaxed and he knows there is no reason to be grumpy and sour. Never has that done him good and never does he wish to return there.

"Follow the wind, One-Kara-two-Kara-three-Kara"

He repeats softly and dances despite his mind darting of now and then. To be free, yes we value or freedom high and one must be care-full not to hold someone to tight. This he knows despite the fairly young age, this he knows and this will be what he has to remember.

[daboomer]

*The following notes are scribbled down plain on a piece of paper that has later been stuck into the small journal*

It was not long ago that i Furmindalan was a pixie! I flew around in circles having some trouble navigating, i laughed and tried to tie bells around peoples ankles. I made a small loop and felt so dexterous and grace-full. It was like i could dance upon air, this i have to thank you for Pigeon. I will cherish the experience and it will for long be considered a marvelous thing of beauty to let me experience. I have been nagging at Entori to turn me into a pixie for a while in exchange for the hilarious lightning gloves, but he is a bit stiff regarding that. Silly wizard!

*Some ink is splattered here and has taking the shape of an almost alien being with tentacles, it is likely since Furmindalan has been trying to draw something with the help of the stain.*

I have been examining the halfling village and danced trough it at the sunset, and in the middle of night. Lured at the small halflings and drinking mushroom wine [Of course in responsible amounts] with them in the evenings after exploring the local area. The time, it flows buy some days go as fast as day dream and other slowly linger by until you look back and see they already have passed. I will keep dancing and adventuring, it gives me joy. The art of stealth and agility is mine and i cherish it.