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Post by Stryder on Jul 19, 2007 18:30:47 GMT -5
“Yes.” said Stryder. He thought for a moment. "I hope he doesn’t need me that fast. It will take time to travel back to Turmish.”
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Post by narrator on Jul 19, 2007 18:32:08 GMT -5
Yoshi nodded. “Half the problem. Look where this druid needs your assistance.”
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Post by Stryder on Jul 19, 2007 18:33:28 GMT -5
Stryder unrolled the parchment and read slower. A sour look came across his face. “Tethyr, on the west coast of Faerun. I need to travel across Faerun from east to west. Four years ago I would have thought this impossible in less the six months travel. But now I have abilities that will help in travel. Still it will take time to reach Turmish.”
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Post by narrator on Jul 19, 2007 18:34:39 GMT -5
Yoshi smiled. “Not as long as you think. Tomorrow morning your travel will be ready.” Yoshi started to walk back to the buildings, Stryder followed knowing not to ask what was planned for tomorrow, it will come and he will find out. They walked silently for a couple of minutes. Then Yoshi asked.
“Are you going to talk to your father in Alaghon?”
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Post by Stryder on Jul 19, 2007 18:35:37 GMT -5
Stryder Looked down at the ground for a moment and look up. “When I left I said some terrible things. So did my father but that was because of me. Talking, I don’t know if he will see me.”
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Post by narrator on Jul 19, 2007 18:36:44 GMT -5
“Are you going to try and not let this come between you before one dies and it’s too late.” Yoshi said
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Post by Stryder on Jul 19, 2007 18:37:47 GMT -5
“I don’t know right now.”
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Post by Jastra on Jul 24, 2007 10:40:16 GMT -5
Tethyr was a land of many contrasts and contradictions. Ancient ways and modern notions, pretensions of royalty and egalitarian fever commingled unearly in a land whose natural complexity only magnified her recent woes. Tucked between moors and mountains of Amn and the vast desert kingdoms of the far south, Tethyr possessed a mostly northern and a temperate climate. The land was a hodgepodge of fertile farmland deep forests, and sun baked hills that were as dry and forbidden as any desert. The customs and interests of the peoples who settled each area were as diverse as the land itself.
But Zazespur, the largest city of the of the troubled lands looked firmly to the south a port city with an excellent deep water harbor, it was set at the mouth of the Sulduskoon river and on the path of important and on the path of important overland routes, Zaz saw trade and travels from many lands, yet her current ruler a, a southerner by name of Bali, The grandson of a Calinutse trader, he styled himself as a pasha and cultural and oriental splendor an a distrust of northerners that recalled the sttiducthe attitude of his fore bearers.
Since Pasha Balils rise to power some dozens or so years before, parts of the city had taken on a decidedly southern characteristic. Both the best and worst o aspects of the great city of Calimport could be found in Zazesspur. Sleek places of white marble, formal gardens filled with exotic plants, wide boulevards, and open air bizzards redolent with the rare spice Vied for spaces with sprawling shanty towns and narrow, crime ridden streets. Oddly enough however, most of the illegal activates of Zazassepur were conducted from the better parts of town.
The School of Stealth, a School of the fighting arts which was a thinly veiled front for the powerful assassin’s guild was housed in sprawling complex at the edge of the city. Before Galadon arrived Jastra was going to continue with the School of Stealth, now she informed them she would be leaving. She expected some trouble in trying to leave, but they just wished her well. Jastra left the school and joined two of her friends waiting, two females a human and an elf. They walked back to the Hanging gardens tavern.
Thanks to several months of hard-won survival training, Jastra’s instincts were as keenly honed as a Blade singer’s sword. She didn’t need to hear foot steps or glimpse a shadow to know she was being followed. She could not have been more certain of this if the stalker had announced his intent with blaring horns and the yapping of hounds.
She noticed her two friends looking at her. She smiled and put her arms around each of them.
“Were being followed walk a few feet in front of me.”
The three women walked a few more houses before Jastra caught sight of him. Elven eyesight, sharp, detail, long range and wide sweep. She saw a tall brood figure cloaked and cowled into anominity, rapidly closing the distance between them.
Jastra walked steadily on, giving no sign that she was aware of the stalkers presence. Maybe the school changed its mind on letting her go. Just a few paces ahead was a walk way that branched off from the street , leading into the even narrower alley that ran between the high courtyards walls of the opulent men’s guild house and the council hall. The attack would surely come there.
When just one step remaining between her and the alley, Jastra exploded into action, in one fluid movement she whirled, seized the mans cloak with both hands, and threw herself back I a roll. The startled man went down with her. Before his weight could pin her to the ground, she twist her body in a half turn. And brought her knees up to her chest, and kicked her feet put high and hard. The man somersaulted over her and landed heavily on the dirt.
Before his grunt of impact died away, Jastra rolled up onto her knees beside him.
The man came with an overhead punch which she blocked with ease only to find out it was a feign to have her block high. As he spun on his back knocking her off balance. He grabbed her rolled and threw her against the far wall.
Jastra twisted around to face the wall, hitting it on her hands and feet, she sprung off the wall and tumbled towards the man. When she came out of her tumble she stopped right in front of the tip of a katana.
“What’s wrong, angry because you’re being beat by a woman?”
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Post by Stryder on Jul 24, 2007 19:18:47 GMT -5
The man started to laugh, and then he sheathed his katana. She didn’t mind the katana being sheathed but the laughing was grating.
“Not the shy and timid moon flower I left so long ago.”
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Post by Jastra on Jul 24, 2007 19:20:43 GMT -5
Jastra looked at the man tilted her head thinking. {I know that voice.} Then surprise came to her face and her eyes went wide.
“Vicnerios.” Jastra giggled with glee and ran to him jumping in his arms.
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Post by Stryder on Jul 24, 2007 19:22:00 GMT -5
Pulling the hood down and removing the mask Vic caught Jastra and smiled. “Call me Stryder.”
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Post by Jastra on Jul 24, 2007 19:23:24 GMT -5
Jastra gave him a questioning look.
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Post by Stryder on Jul 24, 2007 19:24:47 GMT -5
“I’ll explain later.”
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Post by Jastra on Jul 24, 2007 19:25:59 GMT -5
Jastra hugged him and asked. "What are you doing here? Are you staying this time? You better say yes."
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Post by Stryder on Jul 24, 2007 19:27:10 GMT -5
Yes, and Galadon sent for me. I am supposed to meet him at a tavern called the Hanging Gardens. Know of the place?
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