The farm wasn’t anything too remarkable, but it did confirm Drifel’s suspicions that he’d sold some pelts to the Peyton family. There was a distinctive smashed wagon abandoned just off to the side of the front road. He had offered a them a couple bishani to take the busted old thing off their hands ...

“I think I’ve met him once or twice.” Drifel responded, his uncertainty plain upon his wrinkled face. He had met most of the townsfolk at one point or another, but as an outsider he had always gotten the cold shoulder. Thinking back to his time in Eyropa, the dwarf bit his lip. The more things ...

The old dwarf shrugged. He wore his green hunting cloak, pinned against his back by a leather strap that was wrapped around the stock of his crossbow. At his waist, a quiver full of bolts rattled in time with the steps of the horse he sat atop.

The saddle he was sitting in wasn’t made for a dwarf ...

“Erm, right.” Drifel stammered. He certainly didn’t want to need to look out for this youngster while out on the hunt. This was his responsibility to bear alone, at least until the guard was alerted. “It’s well and good to see Shimfolk taking action but…” As his voice trailed off, the dwarf’s jaw ...

Drifel blinked. So that was why he was lugging that sword around? Theogios save him. The dwarf cringed as he looked Dia up and down. This boy did not look the part of a warrior, especially not one suited to the task of tracking down a killer like this.

“Er…” Drifel blustered, trying to find a ...

Drifel found himself wandering. Yeah, that was the right word for. He was beginning to think this cannibal hunt was a big mistake, because he had yet to find a clue amidst the brush. He’d gone to the location Alexander had indicated and seen and buried the half-eaten bodies, had even followed the ...

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Characters Involved: Drifel, Dia, and Syrathan

Thread starting date: Spring 122PW.

Location: The Woods

Summary: There is a cannibal loose in Drifel's neck of the woods. In the ...

Whelp, it looks like it's up to you to close this one up, Vane. To bad the two main characters left. <.< Not much of a point of going on after that, since I'm not really sure what our characters could do but complete the fight. Hell, I don't even know where Wulf was supposed to be going, besides a ...

Drifel stared back at the soldier. It was but moments, yet it seemed the look between them passed for ages. In that moment, Drifel thought.

“Ah screw you.” He said simply. The crossbow sang. The bolt thudded into the flesh of a mugger behind Vane. The cutpurse staggered to the ground, clutching his ...

Drifel watched the mute knife-ear climb the wall behind him. “Good idea, kiddo.” He muttered under his breath. Were it not for the fact that he was as stumpy as any in his species, he’d have been doing the same thing.

He sighed as he watched the other half elf glance nervously up after her ...

Is Kori going to start posting again?

Alright, I'm okay with the horses idea. Perhaps roleplay the inevitable encounter with Lurus first, then during the second post, rejoin the main body? Whatever works. I trust your judgement on the matter. :)

At any rate, if the horses bolted in her direction it would make sense for Clarrise to use ...

Hope you guys don't mind me giving the thieves a bit of character. Posted a new one, it should give you two some good stuff to work with.

Drifel turned an eye to the hoard of beggars and cut-throats. “These are some determined pickpockets. Three in a few minutes? Hide your damn pouch already, tall.”

He whipped out his crossbow, setting the frame on a nearby crate for cover and stability. Muggers. Of course. Just when he thought the ...

“If you wanted to threaten them” the dwarf replied, growing annoyed by the obvious arrogance in the soldier’s voice, “it would be awfully stupid of you to kill them.”

And then came the challenge. Drifel sighed, a long exhale of breath that indicated he’d seen this all before. He lifted his stout ...