Senodar {A Broken Land}

[EWillden]

Cassandra smirked at Syrada's statement that her people have no reason to aid those of the surface and that she miss heard her reasoning. "The only reason I am here is for my people and mine alone... dont think I aided you in that fight for your sake.. I did it for the sake of my people... We drow have no allies, and no friends.... when something such as this famine and desease crap started to damage our own crops and life stock we have no one to turn to but the thousands of drow families or houses to do the deed. Let it be known that I am not the only drow that has been sent to solve this problem.... one person from every house had been chosen to take part in this and we do not work as a team... Only one can come back with the prize and give his House, his clan favor." She said. It may insult the poor elf or may even change her feelings about her. She did not care. Her mission was not about Syrada or saving this country. This was about saving her people. "I will go with you though to defeat this man... but listen you may kill him but the person that replaces him could be worse" She said giving her voice and letting it fall out.

[RagnorTheBull]

The dwarf moved back to Pieter and took his flask back and he put the top back on it and he looked to Syrada. "Well one the reason why I am here is because this king of yours has damaged our trade between us and this land and there are things we dwarves need to survive, We have weapons and water but what we dwarves like most is red meat and all kinds of meat. That is our trade to the people.... but the caravans have stopped reaching my halls and all we can make now are weapons and our mead is running dry.... "He then looked to Pieter and smirked this man did not have the tools with him to fight and they were all lacking in good equipment for a war. He smiled and stood there and looked to Syrada. "Speaking of weapons, and the such... how would you like to get properly suited for this fight by my kin... trust me after you get your hands on a dwarven mithril axe or sword or even dwarven armor... ye will not touch the crap you now weild ever again.... plus my kin can prepare an assault as well upon this enemy and give this bastard something to draw attention on while we move beyond the shadows and hurt him good we can... so what say you elf?.... how about we make a little detour and see the great dwarven king and give him the know about and ask for aid... Dane is a very good listener and the sounds of war.... well lets say you might as well kill a moose and flop the meat before him..." He said and crossed his arms. This can be a hard fight or it can be and easy one with the help of a dwarven clan.

[LadyNova]

Nova brought her right hand up to move a strand of hair from her face and looked to Syrada with her alluring eyes. "I dont know if I said this already, but I either face this tyrant now or on the boarders of my own country only here he is a small fraction of what he will be then. I am a ranger and this man will feel the fear of my bow soon enough.... with a couple assassinations of his loyal men that he puts in charge he will begin to see that his life will soon come to a end and that hells chains will be soon wrapping around his soul and yanking him down" She said. She was in on this. Besides that she would hurt the pride of her people if she let a drow elf and a dwarf save this country and she took no part in it. Pretty much her thoughts shadowed those of the samurai.

[Kyoto]

Kyoto moved his hand and he shook his head at Syrada. "I do not represent my people in this at all, I could hardly care what happens. I may be a samurai but I am a wondering one. A man for hire if you might say... and I often join the side that gives me more of a challenge... now which side do you think would provide more marks on my blade?.... his or yours?...you already know the answer to that and I know what your going to say" He began to move around and he even drawed forth his katana and let its fine stainless steel blade gain a bluish glow from the moon. " Look I have traveled around and I noticed something... this bastards men outnumbers us a thousand to one, give or take..." He then looked to Syrada with a smirk. "and I like them odds.... I would join you over his because of that, a samurai doesnt pick a side because its the smart one... he picks one that makes him challenge his skills with a blade... and well this bastard king will be a fun fight... although I do have to say this,... we are hardly a force to be reckoned with and I think we should take the road with Daugma to this King Dane and well let the dwarves provide a good distraction while we go in close and strike the mortal blow" He said. He was think of a book that was written in his country by a great general. It was called the art of war. They should strike where this king can not see. They could sting this man by hitting say supply routes to this kings army but then they would have a full army after them. When the dwarves are slamming him hard with their siege weapons and great numbers he can not fight the dwarves and then fight them as well. This would provide a good advantage and will make the king desperate. Plus the dwarves could use a reason to flex their muscles and great forges. Plus the thought of using some mithril ore to have him forged a katana much like this one did tickle him some... the again he did not need it. His blade could cut through steel as well as bone because of properties added into the blade. He wanted to kill a lot of this kings men but he did not want a quick death as well.

[AAB]

Pieter looked up at the elf, then turned away from her gaze. They were going to stop this madness. The horror that had destroyed his beloved. This was what he had wanted all along. So why did he feel so nervous? "I'll come," said Pieter simply, climbing to his feet. Looking at Duagma he said, "It would be generous of your people to let us use their armor. Maybe if I had gear I wouldn't be entirely useless."

[MacabreFox]

Syrada had hoped to motivate them and invoke vigorous responses, she kept her words about her. Beggars cannot be choosers, no? At least they agreed to join her. Whomever he was...he needed to be stopped. She chewed on her lower lip. It would be easier to go to the dwarves for aide...and they did need the weapons. A slow smile spread across her face, "Very well, we shall travel to your homeland, to the Kingdom of Fimnor." Fimnor lay past Seyhala, to the South. Perhaps a three to one day travel depending on how quickly they moved. Each Kingdom had a capital, and in each Kingdom were a multitude of citadels. She shifted her feet, staring at her ankles, vwhere she could still see the scars from the iron clasps that once bound her.

Looking up to the newly formed group, Syrada smiled at Daugma, "We will be entering your Kingdom, we should get a move on before dawn breaks. Please, lead the way." Syrada could see that her clothes were in need of mending. Particularly the cloth bindings that covered her feet, hardly anything remained. To the East, the sky began to fade from black-blue to a royal blue.

[RagnorTheBull]

Daugma openned his flask one more time and took a sip and even gurgled it and then let it go down. He closed it and tucked it between his dwarven tunic. He then stretched and pulled his warhammer forth and raised his shield arm a bit to get movement going and warmth into it. "Well we aint doing much just standing here... lets take the lasses advice and put as much ground between us and that burned structure as possible" He said and turned himself to face south and then moved forward. "I like being back at the keep. The dwarven songs, the sound of hammers striking metal upon the anvils and the sound of pick axes hitting dirt, and dont forget the sound of iron mugs hitting against each other" He said smiling. He moved his little legs forward and was happier then a newborn. Right now he was thinking of a good turkey leg.

[Kyoto]

Kyoto sheathed his blade and went to follow Daugma. The dwarf was in high spirits and the would lead him to not notice certain things. Kyoto would keep his eyes upon the trees and brush on the sides of that path to make sure no one was preparing a ambush for them. They would be targets for bandits, highwaymen, or the kings loyal servants. They would take a dangerous road from here until they left this countries boarders and into the hands of the dwarves. "Syrada... I think its best that we keep our eyes and ears ready for anything, word will get around quick of your escape and your appearence to gaurdsmen, plus desperate times call for desperate measures meaning anyone would want a piece of us for the things we carry" He spoke to her expressing his concern.

[LadyNova]

Nova nodded with Kyoto's words and unholstered her repeating crossbow just incase such a situation were to arise. It was best to be prepared for situations like this then to be caught unprepared. With that she followed in behind. She was not to happy with them going south to see the dwarves but it was a plan. Having a plan also ment they atleast had a purpose rather then wonder around trying to come up with one. The dwarves did have properties about them that would make them very needed. They would bring massive siege weapons and even a small number of them were dangerous.

[EWillden]

Cassandra stretched and well she did not feel like walking all that way so she decided to climb aboard her Griffon and let it do the walking. She patted him on the head and had him move forward and together they followed the dwarf to their current destination. She hoped Daugma would vouche for her to the dwarves or this would be a short mission for her. She did not enjoy the thought of being killed by dwarves trying to help this god forsaken country. She sighed. Risks do have their costs and this was a good risk she supposed.