Author	Topic:   Ghostwalker and Hunt travel together (feel free to RP)
jonas	posted 5/25/06 4:25 PM       *Carry on from here dudes* After Thanas sets out his bedroll, and Goldar walks off into the darkness, Jonas Walks around the makeshift camp, all ways looking out for movement in the dark, or listening for the sound of anything trying to approach. Although he notices nothing, he cant shift the feeling that something was watching him. He knew by now that wherever one of the ghostwalkers travel, that a spirit would be near. Not to mention Goldars blood brother, Zakk. "I hate the feeling you spirits give me. Why do u always try to make me uncomfortable? One day ill make sure i'll be the one putting you on edge."
Ruadan	posted 5/25/06 5:18 PM     "You have nothing to fear from me Jonas,I am only here to watch over my brother and whoever he travels with.I will harm no one unless they threaten my brother or his kinfolk."
jonas	posted 5/28/06 3:17 PM       Apon hearing the ghostly voice, Jonas spins, looking in all directions, not seeing anything but the dark night. "Damn you spirit! why do you always do that?" Muttering under his breath he takes a seat near a tree, deciding if he has to spend the night with a ghost, watching for unwanted visitors he may as well be comfortable. "so which one are you then, spirit? i assume you mean to harm, otherwise i'd most likely be running for the hills a bit faster than normal."
Ruadan	posted 5/29/06 3:53 PM     I am Ruadan,brother to Thanos,tribe to Nyx and Balora.And you are right I mean no harm here amongst friends of the Ghostwalkers. You have proven to be a true friend to our tribe,if a little foolish at times,perhaps you should check that a person is at least uncoscious before trying to remove their valuables,but that was between you and Thanos and as Thanos bears no ill will to you niether do I.
jonas	posted 5/29/06 5:27 PM       Jonas, reddening at the mention of his attempted thievery, shifts uncomfortably on the cold earth. "By the fact that i was caught prooves i am no thief. It gladdens my heart to know that Thanas holds no ill will. What i tried to do was out of desperation, several days i had gone without food. One of Shelons faults was late payment. If i could go back, i would rather starve than steal." At the mention of food Jonas's stomach starts to grumble. He picks himself up from the floor and walks to his bag, removing a small piece of dried meat and returning to his sitting place. "Dammit, Spirit, now you have me thinking of him again. Do you ever see old Shelon around or does he finally have peace? i wish i knew why connor stopped tending his wounds. Hells man, ill never forgive myself for that."
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 5/29/06 6:16 PM       Goldar sat in silence, lips moving in a mantra of prayer, meditating on the future, on the path the Great Bear had laid before him. With a deep breath and final silent word he opened his eyes to the dream plain, its strands flowing out like fine filagree coating the world's surface, flowing out into the darkness. As his breathing slowed he walked the dream plain, watching, knowing but never changing. He envied those who could use its powers, for all his strength, he could not manipulate the threads to his will, he could but walk their silken pathways, a passenger upon the flow. As he walked, the timeless, disjointed scenes like images in rippling water became concrete, scenes of such vividness that there was nothing of dreaming about them. But eventually the pattern would break, regrouping to show the scene advanced in time. He grew older, wiser, stronger as he walked, following the same path he walked now. But suddenly he was the Bear, and beside him walked the Elder Wolf, his teeth as deadly as any axe; a creature of the Mists; a Warrior recgonised by all as a protector of the Peak; a Ghostly warrior who's sword bore the blood of hundreds of Sailor's sons; a hardened warrior of the Planes; an archer who's arrows bore great magic; a hunt that numbered dozens, each a mighty hero. And it was gone, and he stood, his teeth dripping blood, his body covered in deep scars, but he felt none of this, as before him stood the Wolf Warrior, a mighty axe held high, and the floor was drenched in blood. They came together, their roars echoing off mountains even the Kami couldn't name, and the world shuddered beneath them. But again it was gone, and now he was his Kami's own, alone in the wilds, watching over his people, watching and waiting for the next to follow the Great Bear's path, watching as another son of the Crags fell from grace, disillusioned and angry, full of power but blinded but hate. Goldar travelled onwards, his footsteps silent against the threads of the dream plain until he could go no further. The threads gripped his feet. Night after night he trod this path, and night after night, the silken weaves beyond always escaping his tread. Gritting his teeth he struggled like a fly in a spiders web, but try as he might, the plains beyond always eluded him. Sighing, defeated once again, he turned for home, as dawn broke over the camp.
ruadan	posted 5/29/06 10:18 PM       "I have not seen Shelon on this plane,I believe ha has found peace. All I know was that several members of the band known as Revolution were there and at least one of them searched Shelons body and removed items from him before they made any attempt to help Connor"
jonas	posted 5/31/06 4:09 PM       "Revolution took the belongings off my dying friend? Damn them! Iwill get these things back. Tristian should have got them, so i will get them for him." Filled with rage, jonas picks up his sword and walks to a clear area and starts to warm himself up with some basic exercises, using a nearby tree for a dummy.
jonas	posted 6/5/06 6:23 PM       as time went by, Jonas started to tire, his swings becoming weaker and less focused, his temper still raging. Thinking of revolution thieving from his friend while he lay bleeding to death on the floor still in his mind, he took one last swing using the last of his strength. The magical blade clove straight through a thick branch. Looking at the fallen limb of wood, a vision flashed into his mind of the weapon he was to create. Picking it up, he tested it for strength. It seemed near unbreakable. "Even in my rage you have shown me my way. I will use this as you have shown me." Taking this piece of wood to the fire, Jonas looks at it by the light of the flames. It would suit the purpose he intended for it well. Placing it next to his pack, he sat on the hard ground and offered thanks to The Wise Wolf.
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 6/5/06 6:49 PM       Morning broke slowly over the camp, and Goldar awoke. Pulling himself to his feet he looked to the new risen sun, low over the horizon. He shivered in the sharp cold air and turned to face the rest of his Hunt. Shaking his shoulders and dew wettened hair, he padded down the hill and back to the fire, waking the last of the band. Turning to Thanas and his companion he nodded a welcome. "I hope you rested Thanas, it's time to leave. Our destination is still far and we have many miles to make today." As the Hunt rise to their feet, packs on back, Jonas walks out of the treeline, a thick wooden pole carried on his back. Goldar nods in welcome and turns to face the Mountain, and, without a word, walks North, towards the mountain.
jonas	posted 6/12/06 6:16 PM       On the past days travel, the hunt and Thanas walked at a steady pace, yet nobody spoke to Jonas after the first few attempts, as all they recieved were short one word answers, if any at all. As the day went on, Jonas's mood, caused by the information gained from the spirit, did not alter. So many thoughts rushing through his mind, it was difficult for him to focus and keep himself on the right track. "damn Denelar for making us take this journey! Why was he such a fool? Now because of him, we are walking in a direction we pray is homeward, along a path infested with beasts and dragons, to hopefully divert a war caused by him in the first place!" Jonas turns to his side and slams his fist into a tree, making his knuckles start to bleed. "Why must we be tested so much?" Looking to the sky, Jonas screams "WHY MUST YOU TEST ME?"
Thanas	posted 6/13/06 11:35 AM     Thanas walks over to his companion, his cool solemn temprement may perhpas have an affect on Jonas. Placing one large hand on Jonas' shoulder, he speaks words from his own wisdom to aid his friend. "Jonas, you yourself know the answer to that question. We are tested so that we may follow our path with greater courage, greater conviction. We pass the tests and move on closer to achieving that which we seek, wether Ghostwalker or Linovel. If we are not tested, how would we know we are worthy?" Although the tribes have very different paths, there are some things in life that stay the same, tested by the Prophet, or tested by your god, some things always ring true, no matter what, A lesson that took Thanas many years to learn for himself. He pats his friend on the back and laughs in an effort to lighten his friends mood. "Now come we must journey onwards, for I have left my biggest test on her own, and that may have been a poor choice, no doubt Nyx will be getting herself into mischief already!"
Nerendar	posted 6/13/06 1:50 PM       *Somewhere northwards of the traveling companions* --kneeling upon the earth, Nerendar casts the stones again to the ground front of him, carefully studying the runes that emerge-- "They're close, no doubt about that now... but something don't seem to fit, what in the mists are those spirits doing so far from home? This merits some investigation I think." --Quickly packing away his casting stones, nerendar hastens his march towards the Hunt camp, and soon he comes within sight of it, he stops and sits by the side of the trail, waiting to be noticed.--
jonas	posted 6/13/06 4:19 PM       "i know i should keep this rage inside, but to test us so much is wrong. As always i feel that the path will show itself in time. My thanks to you, Thanas" Still not feeling any less enraged, Jonas looks up and starts to walk again. Jonas spotting the man up ahead, draws his blade and shouts "What do you want traveler? lost your way?"
Nerendar	posted 6/13/06 4:57 PM       "Well, woudlya look at that? I got the stones right for once!" **Spreading his arms wide, so the armed warrior can see he is unarmed** "Me names Nerendar friend, apprentice shaman of the Mists clan, and unless I've been struck blind, you would be a member of the hunt, which means I need ta speak with Goldar, or whoever's in charge right now, but first? I need me something to eat, you got anything?"
jonas	posted 6/13/06 6:36 PM       "Goldar does not lead us, we are our own people. Your introduction is welcome, but i do not willingly give out food to strangers." Turning to Goldar jonas asks. "Shall we stop for a moment and get to know this man? or shall i just hit him untill he no longer moves?"
Nerendar	posted 6/13/06 8:16 PM       "Ah, whisht lad you got a temper on ya! I would strongly suggest against attacking another Clanmen, specially one 'oo was sent down 'ere of the mountain to see what happened to the lot of ya and especially not a shaman." *Nerendar fishes a chunk of bread out of his bag* "Now lad, I see you and the hunt are heading back towards the mountain, with answers I hope, theres a whole lot of trouble brewing if you haven't found Delenar yet!" *Nerndar's face becomes thoughtfull for a moment* "besides lad, I think you'll be needing a shaman real soon, some o' the spirits seem to have taken an interest in the lot of you, and I'd like to find out why."
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 6/13/06 11:02 PM       Goldar stopped, having watched the clansman close on them rapidly. Having all but ignored him as he strode closer, he turned to face Nerendar, every detail imprinting itself in his memory. Goldar's scarred body and tattoos showing the newcomer that he was a warrior of the Crags, a heretic and an exile. "I am Goldar of the Hunt. Who are you that would speak to the Acolyte of Ursis? What news from the mountain?"
Ruadan	posted 6/13/06 11:33 PM     "Brother,I believe we should wait outside the homelands of the Linovel until we are invited to enter by their elders. I know they don`t take kindly to interlopers on their lands and I for one don`t wish to find out what punishmet awaits those who intrude upon them. It may be best if Goldar tells the elders of our presence here and asks if we would be allowed to enter these lands."
Nerendar	posted 6/14/06 11:56 AM       **Nerendar Nods, to Goldar, noticing the tatoo's and scars adorning his body** "Ah good, you'd be the one eh? I've got all kinds of things I want to talk to you about, but first? I want to talk about whats happening down on the plains? whats going on there? did you find Delenar?" *Nerendar shakes his head* "Things are getting really messy on the mountains, I hope you brought some good news. Then, maybe later on, we can talk about dreams."
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 6/14/06 2:32 PM       "Ruadan, brother, we have far to walk before we get to the black forest, your presence is welcomed. Yours and Thanas. It is but a few days of here that you must decide, though, whether to enter Linovel lands, or to stay. We must walk on regardless, so this is decision is yours alone" Turning to face the mountain, shielding his eyes from the harsh sun, he strides onwards, pack strapped across his back, club held in hand, the Hunt arching onwards, Nerandar at his side, still wanting answers. "the news is bad. Denelar is dead, but the truth is bigger than that still. Has War been declared on the City of sailor's sons?"
Thanas	posted 6/15/06 0:06 AM     Thanas strode on regardless of his kins warnings. He and Goldar were bound by blood, and Thanas had a duty to ensure that no Ghostwalker was caught up in the feud between the Linovel and Sailors Retreat. Easily catching up with Goldar, he spoke quietly "Goldar I will come with you and the Hunt, I speak on behalf of our tribe, in what matters I can" Saying his piece he let the two Linovel carry on their dicussion, walking solemnly beside, watching for the hastening of the setting sun.
Jonas	posted 6/15/06 4:15 PM     Walking on behind, Jonas who was already in a bad mood, is not happy about being firstly interupted by Goldar, then secondly left out of the conversation. Letting the new linovel and his battle brother, Goldar walk on a fair distance ahead, jonas walks from the path they were following, into a dense woodland, knowing that it would be a simple task to catch up to the rest of the band if and when he felt like it. "People will one day never even have to guts to interupt me, ill make sure of that." Sitting by a tree, Jonas takes his newfound pole from his back, and inspects it again. Standing, he swings it in a arc, testing the weight and grip. "Im going to need tools to work you with. I hope the Elders can give me some insight into how to make you." Thinking that he has let the party go on far enough, he straps the ople to his back again, and starts to walk in the direction of the group.
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 6/15/06 11:07 PM       Goldar stops, turning back to look at his Brother in the hunt "Jonas?"
Nerendar	posted 6/16/06 0:00 AM       "He left the path several minutes ago clanbrother, I shall go to him, I would advise that you talk this Ghostwalker out of what he proposes, the mistwalkers of my tribe are edgy, and will undoubtedly slay him on sight." **Leaving the group, nerendar shuffles off towards the woods Jonas entered, pulling his furs around him to ward against the chill**
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 6/16/06 0:17 AM       Goldar lays his hand on the Mistwalker's shoulder and stops him in his tracks. Nerendar turns in suprise and frowns, but catches Goldar's eyes, their ethereal glow daunting even him. "No, this task is mine alone, Jonas's hurt is mine alone to deal with, walk on with the Hunters and the Ghost walkers, and we will return to your side shortly." With that, Goldar heads towards the woods, tracking Jonas, looking for his clan brother once more.
Nerendar	posted 6/16/06 2:49 PM       **To Goldars suprise, nerendar grins at him, the gesture taking many years off his apparent age** "Good, First duty to your clanbrother, do what you can for him. I will cast the wards tonight, for whatever good they may do" **Nerendar turns to Thanas, his smile fading rapidly** "Guess that leaves me to deal with you laddie. If'n ye weren't listening, me names nerendar, a Shaman from the mistwalkers o this mountain. I cannot allow you to do what you propose Ghostwalker, no matter who you travel with, even the plains clan would strike you down now should you enter without permission from the elders, even permission will only offer scant protection if news of Delenars death gets around... specially if they found out how he... bah. Ye may be bound in blood to Goldar, and he looks ta be a braw enough man that thats worth respecting, but ya won't do him any good with a 'bolt twixt ya eyes willya laddie? 'ell if the clansmen that kill you are twitchy enough we could all be killed for takin ye to the sacred mountain... Being rash and hasty will get you and your brother of blood dead, so you listen to ole nerendar y' hear me, you be patient, an respec' the mountain an mebbe you'll get ta see the peaks."
Thanas Ghostwalker (Guardian of Nyx)	posted 6/17/06 9:51 PM     "my apoligies shaman of the mists, I have no intention of disrespecting any of the clans and will willingly await the elders decision on my presence within your lands". Thanas looks to the shaman again "So the tavern tales i have heard and hoped were just that are in fact true? i had no idea of this as my kindrid and I had left Riggers Den early to return to our elders, i had chossen to seek Goldar and the others of the hunt to find out how things had gone but have had little time to converse with them. This is sad news indeed and i can see why my presence within your lands may make people uneasy, i wish only to say that if it is to come to war in these lands the GhostWalkers will stand alongside the Linovale and not the cutthroats of sailors retreat". Thanas sighs deeply knowing that there are some hard times ahead and that he may lose many friends, he looks up into the eyes of the shaman solemnly "I will camp on the outskirts of your lands and await the decision of the elders of the clans as you advise shaman"
Jonas	posted 6/19/06 8:34 PM     Jonas, in no rush to get back to the Hunt, walks slowly in the direction they were taking. Looking up, he notices Goldar walking towards him with a purpose. Still feeling angry, jonas waits till his battle brother is within earshot. "What do you want, Goldar? Have you finally deemed me worthy to converse with our new companion? or have you come to tell me that i am no longer needed, now we have him? Come to think of it, Damn well explain to me why exactly have we let him join us? Do we always accept strangers who happen to cross our path join our group? For all you know he could try to slit our throats while we sleep."
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 6/20/06 10:29 AM     Goldar walked towards Jonas still, no answering until he stood face to face with his battle brother. Jonas' anger was the source of his great strength, but it was a force that was uncontrolled, dangerous, and mighty. This was the wolfwarrior, wild and willful, and he was angry. "Jonas, do you not see his talismans, his markings? He is a guardian of the mists and a shaman from the Mountain. Have we not been expecting messangers from the Elders? A messenger with news that there is still time brings new meaning to our march north, we are not too late, war is far from certain. "Now, calm brother, for you have my apologies. But now is not the time for rash tempers and violent intent. We have several days travel left to go, and we must march as one into Linovel lands. Will you walk at my side, as my battle brother?"
jonas	posted 6/20/06 4:38 PM       Standing tall, Jonas listens to what Goldar has to say, then thinks for a moment. "His markings could just be fake, who knows what length our enemies will go to. I just dont trust him, Goldar, and i dont think you should accept him so easily. Your apology is welcome, but please use caution with this man. As for my temper, i dont think even the Wolf could calm me, not that he would. You know im all for 'violent intent' as you put it, you should know this." A big grin spreads across Jonas's face and he finishes speaking as he grabs Goldars arm in a warriors grip. "To death or glory, we shall march side by side into battle, or the pub. Whichever is closer though, im a bit tired." Jonas lets out a sound that has not been heard from him for some days, a very loud laugh, enough to shake the mountains.
jonas	posted 6/27/06 4:58 PM       After several days of walking and little conversation, apart from Goldar and Nerendar's ocasional questions to each other, Jonas is feeling tired and bored. "Goldar, how much longer do you think it will take before our meeting with the elders? Not that i mind your charming company, and the raging conversation we all seem to be having, im a little bit tired with all the walking and i am still none to keen on him." Pointing at Nerendar, jonas looks at the strange shaman who joined the hunt a few days previous. "Dont be offended, it takes a while to earn my trust, and you havent been here long enough, plus i havent seen you fight. Tells a lot of a man that does, fighting." Stopping where he stands, Jonas takes off his bag, sits on the floor and removes some dried meat from his pack. "I dont care if you carry on walking, im taking a break. Not like a few seconds will make any difference anyway."
Nerendar	posted 6/28/06 0:37 AM       *Nerendar turns, and slowly winks at Jonas* "Good thing too laddie, trust earnt easily isn't really worth much at all now is it?" *Squatting down a short distance from Jonas, neren opens his satchel* "I got some cheese if'n your willing to share that meat lad. As fer fightin? I got some skills with me knife, but I'm not a fighter ne'er really had a chance ta be one, got taken from me clan when I was a wee kid, shaman training n all that, anyway, les eat."
jonas	posted 6/30/06 3:13 PM       Looking at Nerendar, Jonas offers him some of the dried meat, in exchange for some cheese. "Atleast you can understand about trust, i'll give you that. so if you cant fight, what can you do? i mean, what use will you be to us if you can only stand around doing nothing?" Jonas sits looking at Nerendar whilst slowly chewing on his food.
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 7/30/06 4:25 PM       Goldar stood some way from the Hunt, knife at his waist, club on his shoulder, looking at the mountain to the north. It grew closer with every passing day, but no detail was clear yet. He could but hope that the armies of the Linovel elders, hungry for retribution for the death of their beloved Denelar, had not yet marched southwards. For if they did, then the news they carried would be useless and war would come, and the honourable men and women who fought to save Denelar's life would have done so for nought. Turning back to his band, the shaman still in discussion with Jonas, he walks back to sit with them, taking his share of the provisions. "we're getting close and the army has not marched yet. We may be in time."
Nerendar	posted 7/30/06 6:10 PM       *Turning from his discussion with Jonas, the shaman peers up at Goldar* "We might laddie, we just might a lot will hinge on your report to the elders on this whole messy buisness and even then, a lot of the Clans have been chomping at the bit for a war..." *Turning back to Jonas, Nerendar speaks again* "Look laddie, your a fine warrior, maybe fine enough to walk the peaks and take the trial, but ye live too much in your own rage. Whether you decide to trust me or not is immatierial in the end, all that matters is that we succeed in this venture, all else is horse piss."
jonas	posted 7/31/06 4:25 PM       Still looking at Nerendar, Jonas nods to his statement, with a slight smirk at the mention of horse piss. "I like you more day by day. Maybe when this is all over ill have the time to get to know you better, but now as you say there are more important things at stake." Turning to Goldar and hoping that what he said was true, Jonas reaches over to his battle brother and places his hand on his shoulder. "We do not fail, we have not yet and never will. Our band can do anything we set our minds and bodies to. I mean, for the Wolfs sake we killed a dragon!"
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 8/2/06 5:50 PM       Looking at his band of hunters, outcasts, radicals, fundamentalists, warriors who'd seen more than their fair share of death and glory in their few short years, Goldar smiled gently, the ethereal glow shining gently behind his eyes, and nods at Jonas. "We did fail my brother. Denelar fell because we were too slow, but let that dark moment not spoil our mood, for the mountain is close and the army has not marched yet. We have time to camp, then we must make haste northward come dawn. "I shall take first watch, rest now my brothers."
jonas	posted 8/3/06 4:42 PM       The thought of failure wedged in his mind like a splinter in his skin, Jonas could find no rest. He sat by the small fire Goldar made for the group and ran through the past events in his head. Was it truely their fault that Denelar had died? How were they to know of his traitorous actions? "Goldar, do you really think it to be our fault that Denelar died? Surely we cannot be blamed for his choice of path?"
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 8/3/06 5:15 PM       Staring into the heart of the fire, kneeling as if in prayer, Goldar exhales as a mantra and lets his body relax, ready for the night's watch. "Jonas, we were not responsible for his action, and he brought dishonour upon our people with them, but it was his life that we were sent by the elders to return, not news of his death. It is that we failed in. We will tell the Elders of his actions, and we will tell them of our victory over his army. Do not worry brother, let sleep come to you, and traverse the dream plains."
jonas	posted 8/3/06 7:13 PM       "Well, we shall see. Im sure the Elders shall see the truth and see that there was no other way. But anyway, you are right, i should rest. My shoulder still pains me. May Machias and Ursis watch with you, brother." Jonas unrolls his furs and gets as comfortable as is possible on the hard ground. Drifting off into a deep sleep he sees himself before the fire of a great forge he stands staring into the roaring flames, losing himself in their firey dance. Regaining his senses, with a large heavy hammer in his strong hand, he strikes a thick lump glowing hot metal, trying to shape it into the vision shown to him in the dream he would never forget. Again and again he raised his hand, sending the hammer into the mass of bright steel, sending sparks flying in all directions, some landing on him and burning out yet he did not even notice as his mind was in another place. The place of the Wolf. Turning over in his furs, he speaks the name of the Wolf in his sleep loud enough that Goldar hears him and smiles. "sleep well, Jonas, the Wolf is with you." Goldar speaks to his resting friend.
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 8/7/06 10:07 PM       GOldar stood on guard, his blood brother at his side, watching the spirit world as Goldar watched the physical. He stood, club across his shoulders, eyes turned to the mountain in the North. Under the silver light of the full moon he stood, taking in every detail of the land he once called home. He could see... home. It had been many years since he'd last been home, but he was an exile no more. He would pay the prive for his actions, and he would pay them willingly, for his anger, his reason to hate, his father's death, no longer lay upon him, blinding him. He would become a warrior of the Linovel once more, recognised by the elders of the Crags. He watched and waited, Ursis watching over the Hunt, and the night grew on; the moon moved over them, and the wind whispered its messages to all that would hear. They were close.
Nerendar	posted 8/10/06 8:20 PM       *Unable to sleep near one as dream plagued as Jonas Neren stirs from his blankets and moves away from the fire, stopping to allow his eyes to become accustomed to the gloom, kneeling next to a flat stone, he spreads a small velvet clot upon the ground, and begins to cast runestones, becoming absorbed in the process* *ocassional snippets of conversation can be heard from the shaman as he mutters to himeself* "Ah... wolves" "half breed" "Soul bound?" "Fire, flame, ash.... so thats what it looked like" *suddenly nerendars divinations cease, and a slow rumbling chuckle begins to grow in his throat, although the noise is muffled, so as not to advertise the Hunts wearabouts to any undesireables, it is clearly heard by those guarding the camp*
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 8/13/06 10:11 PM       Goldar turns, looking down at his camped compatriots. The Shaman's actions catch his eye and he watches on, his acute senses picking up the subtle exhalations he makes, small parts of the Wolf Warriors dream plain wanderings viewed by an awakened man. His brow creased, for when he walked on the dream plains, he was stripped bare, weak and vulnerable as a child. If someone could see him there, manipulate his foot steps... He did not like think of the consequences. "Nerendar, will you watch with me?"
jonas	posted 8/14/06 4:24 PM       Jonas woke with a start and sat bolt upright. Looking quickly from side to side he notices Nerendar by the fire playing with his casting stones and Goldar looking at him. Calming down as he realised there was no danger to him or his band at that moment, he looked at Goldar. "By the Wolf that was a strange dream. i could almost feel the heat from the great fire. What are you doing Nerendar?"
Nerendar	posted 8/15/06 9:12 PM       *without looking up Neren replies to Jonas's question in a low voice, as if concentrating on something rather difficult* "Jes' watching brother, watching and warding, now get youse back to sleep and you better goddamn pay attention to those dreams!"
jonas	posted 8/18/06 2:20 PM       "Watching what? and what do you know of my dreams?" Jonas stands and walks to where Nerendar is kneeling.
Nerendar	posted 8/18/06 11:21 PM       *Sighing Nerendar leans back, running his fingers through his hair several joints popping as he does so, as he turns to regard Jonas, the linovel realises just how old and tired the shaman may really be* "What I'm lookin' at? not a lot lad, I had the thread for a moment but you woke before I could find the weave." *Looking back to the stones on the ground in front of him Nerendar continues to speak* "Look lad, the wolf, the flame, the dark and the rage all there for the looking... if ya know how that is, but look here, all of this it just plain dinnae make any sense, Like someone stuck their hands where they don't belong..." *Gathering up his stones and replacing them in his bag, before removing a blanket and wrapping it around himself* "Either way nothin more I can do tonight, that took more outta me than it woulda used too"
jonas	posted 8/20/06 12:06 AM       "I think it is you who is sticking his hand where it does not belong. Stay out of my dreams shaman, or you will lose it." Turning from Nerendar, Jonas walks to his kit, removes his sword and walks a short way into the darkness.
Goldar of the Linovel	posted 9/4/06 6:58 PM       Morning broke, the sun's first rays shining against the mountains, blinding as they pierced the morning's mist, lighting the dew upon the grass of the plains before them. The Mountain was close, no more than a couple of days walk from their camp, and he muttered a brief mantra under his breath. As he stood and watched the mountain bathed in the sharp early morning light, he picked out the caves, the rocks, the little valleys on its side that he once called home. He narrowed his eyes as he caught the glint of sunlight on steel. The Linovel had sent its army! They were too late! But no, this force was far too small, and was heading directly for them. They would meet by mid afternoon if his eyes didn't decieve him, but this was un expected. It seemed that Jajuka had put more trust in him than he had expected. He grit his teeth and prayed to Ursis to give him the strength to persuade the Elders of his honour and that his words were the truth. He would need all the strength the Bear could give him. As he stood, he heard foot steps behind him, his Brothers in the hunt, Jonas, Dragoon, Magnus, the shaman newcomer Nerendar, and the townsman Katsumoto come to watch, drawn as if by a rope towards the sight of the mountain. Home...
jonas	posted 9/4/06 7:21 PM       Jonas walked up to Goldars side. Placing his hand on his shoulder he looked him in the eye. He could see there the same as was no doubt in his. Pride. The pride of his homeland and of his people. Much they have endured to get this far and now they stand, only a few days from their goal. From their home. Looking once again towards the mountian he spoke to The Hunt. "Soon we shall have what we have fought so hard to have. We shall be with our people. The elders wait for our words with great anticipation i dont doubt. They shall know what we have suffered and endured to get here. I am proud to stand by all of you who fought to get here." He stepped forward, the shining grass flattening underfoot only to rise again. Jonas looked down at where his foot was only a second before. He watched the grass rise again. He thought of his comrades, his brothers in arms, how much they were like the blades now standing upright. No matter what was thrown at them, be it dragon or man, they shall prevail. They shall rise again and again in victory. "We go home, brothers. To the lands of our people. Our home." Offering a prayer to the Wise Wolf, Machias, Jonas walked on, Goldar behind him placed a strong hand on his shoulder. They look at eachother, smile and say at the same time that which they have sought for so long. "Home."

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