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[Luthien]

The dark-haired man stepped quickly around the corner, heart pounding in his chest as it never had before. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he tried to quiet his ragged breathing before he realized that such an act was pointless. He was in a city now. Not like in Jampur where even the sound of his heart pounding threatened to give him away.

He slipped down to the ground, knees up in front of his face. His body was trembling, and as much as the fact embarrassed him, he could do nothing to still the shaking of his limbs. He could still hear the angry shouts, the cry of “rebel!” and the wind of the moving arrows. He glanced at his shoulder, a very slight rip, and a very slight cut. It really was just a scratch. Blood had only been drawn in one small segment of the line. But the thought, oh, the thought of how close he had come, and the thought of what would be happening to him even now had they been using poisoned tips…

The refugee pushed the thoughts from his mind. His body was still shaking with fear and excitement. How they’d known who he was, he hadn’t the slightest idea. And he hoped they didn’t know who he was… not really. It was bad enough to have been spotted as a Patriot, but if they had known that he was the leader of the Hidden Village…

This whole city would be swarming with them by nightfall. There were probably some here already, but not even the Lassi were foolish enough to send fifty armed soldiers through the Miral in broad daylight. They would do it gradually. One by one, the soldiers would slip into the city and search for him… Hopefully, they didn’t know who he was.

He had to find somewhere to hide. A city was good for that—it was a good thing the Miral opened into a town square, and not some desert somewhere. His tracks would be spotted, and he’d have been dead within minutes. But here, in the city, there was some hope. Who knew? He might even find someone friendly to his Cause.
The Lassion oppression was commonly known. If the other Worlds really cared they could squelch it. But everyone had their own lives to live, and what king or governor would throw his people into a battle that only benefitted another world?
The thin, pale man sighed, and stood to his feet, still leaning on the wall for support.
Where can I go where they’ll never look? What place would they least expect to find me? And can I disguise myself? Would the recognize the “Rebel” whose face they hardly saw?

He leaned against the wall, a frown pulling at his mouth. Perhaps he should get a job. He’d be less noticeable than if he were running around in the streets all day long. But as what? The Village’s captain was a scholar and planner. The easiest jobs to get would require hard work. While his brain was well muscled and ready, his limbs were not. A tutor or librarian would be best. Well, he would try that first.


Andrew pushed away from the wall and stepped out of the darkness of the alleyway.

[Varawyn]

The sun had begun to sink away from the cloudless sky when Varawyn emerged from a local inn. Stepping through the door, her armor-covered hand brushed the now-thin wallet that was tied to her belt. She had spent two days there, partaking in the pleasures that it had to offer and not caring about the consequences, such as she always did. With the money gone, so did the inn’s services. She would have to sleep outside tonight.

“I really should be more frugal,” she mumbled half-heartedly to herself as she walked along the road, though she had no real intention to listen to her own advice. The cycle was bound to be repeat itself as soon as the temporal clinking of coins jingled in her purse. She scanned the now-dwindling streets of Meyta City, a place so familiar, yet so estranged from her. What should have been a feeling of nostalgia was now only the bitter taste of resentment.

Whatever it was that had convinced her to return to her hometown, Varawyn could not guess. Perhaps it was a longing to see her family—no, that was certainly not the case. She doubted that her family had even yet realized that she had left many years ago. That was why she chose to stay at an inn that was conveniently located on the opposite side of town. The last thing she wanted was to run into an old friend or family member.

She caught a few glances from strangers, noting the direction of their gaze as it trailed down the scars on her tanned face. An impish grin appeared on her lips, made more haunting by the setting sun, and the casual onlookers’ eyes moved from the pale scars to the longsword on her belt before looking away sheepishly and vacating the road. Varawyn laughed.

The absence of currency in her pouch reminded her of her purpose for being there. Money. Meyta was a large city, and large cities meant more opportunities for a mercenary. All she had to do was look in the right places. And where was the right place? Any place, including the middle of an emptying street...

[Chalyce]

Lessa stepped out of the Miral and shook her silvery mane. A purple petal floated to the green ground. Green! THe grass in Unicorn Lands was all yellow. Never-the-less, Lessa thought beautiful. Looking around she saw blue-purple mountains capped with snow. A blue sky held two or three clouds and the sun shone on her coat, making the pastel rainbow colors show. A small lake stood nearby, it's water a blue-green. The waves gently lapped at the shore. Curiously she trotted over and cautiously lowered her head to touch her horn to the water. Nothing was wrong with it, so she cautious sipped some. It was strangley sweet but not unpleasantly so. She looked around at this strange, beautiful land. Her ancestors must have been sad to leave it.
Finally she began a light gallop toward the west. She was to meet a guide who would bring her to meet with the Hidden Village's leader. From there they would begin his quest or mission. The leader was to wait in the city until her contact brought their leader to Lessa. Her directions were to head west and wait in a meadow "where water fell on a bleeding rock but did not wash it clean".
Travel took her all day. Lessa stopped briefly at noon to drink, again testing the water, and eat some of this new green grass. Toward dusk, she decided to bed down in a hidden hollow and sleep through the night. he would continue in hte morning.
The sunrise woke her the next morning, it's rays nearly making her squint. Again she ate and drank from this "old world of their ancestors". Leaving the pretty little hollow, Lessa once again started west.
About noon, a tall forest oomed up directly in her path. The directions had said nothing about a forest. Yet the forest extended north and south as far as she could see. Walking straight into the woods, she heard a rush of water. Following the sound she came to high waterfall spilling into a pool. Just below the waterfall a brilliant, blood red, rock was pounded by the water, making streams of "blood" run off it's sides. She had reached her destination.

[Karod]

The elf stepped through the darkening streets, head held high. He was not afraid. Everyone in the city knew who he was, and many knew why he had come. The War for the Mirals was only just beginning. Karod meant to finish it before any more damage could be done. There had been reports of suspicious activity around the Miral to Jampur. He had been sent to look into it. There was more at stake here than the Miral. The gateway to Jampur was in the middle of a city, right in the square. If the Miral were taken, many civilians would die, and the entire city would likely soon be in hands belonging to men who did not care about the civilians.

There was danger in walking through this open street. It was, as yet, unknown which faction had set its eyes on Jampur and Meyta City. This being the case, there was no guarantee that the entire group was not currently in Meyta just waiting to take Karod down.

But Karod was not afraid. One reason was that the civilians also knew why he was here. Many of them were wise enough to realize that their well-being, as well as that of their children, currently rested on Karod’s shoulders. No family was going to permit some stranger to come and sit at their window with a bow, today of all days.
Added to this reassuring fact, was that even if some scoundrel had managed to secure a place from which to shoot at Karod, Karod was an elf, and he had the ears that came with that name. He could hear, even now, the rapid heartbeat of some soul over in an alleyway. Karod glanced that direction, but the dark-haired man was quite obviously not interested in him. He could hear a new wind a street over, coming this direction. He glanced up and saw a sparrow winging its way across the square. He would know far in advance if anyone intended to kill him. It was more difficult in the city, with all the other sounds blending and contorting what he wanted to hear, but he was not afraid.

He entered the city square. Now, where to begin? He stopped a few feet to the side of the Miral, and marveled as he always did when he saw one. This Miral, in particular, was often travelled as merchants from Jampur stepped out to sell their trinkets, and stepped back in again when their day was done. Karod stood and watched as people seemingly vanished and others reappeared in their place. It didn’t seem to matter if someone entered and left the Miral at the same time. It was a bit of an odd sight, watching the front of one head appear and pass through the back of another as they left.

Karod stood watching for several moments. He was suddenly struck by the thought that there were an awful lot of Lassi soldiers coming through the Miral today. It was common for them to come to the Middle World on their leave, but every few moments another stepped through and quickly vanished into the crowd, all of them still in full armor.

This was odd, and a bit unsettling. If this faction seeking to take over the Miral won the support of the Lassion Empire, it could easily be more than Karod’s army could handle. Hopefully that was not why the soldiers were here, but it would not do to ignore such a possibility. Another soldier appeared at the Miral, and Karod fell into step behind him to follow him through the crowd. He would discover what was going on here.

[Drasidius]

A Dark Elf slitted through the entrance to the city. Her skirts flipped around her ankles as an oncoming breeze brought more darkness. Ah, darkness. She missed the high rock walls of her city, and the brightly colored stones that were begging to be carved. She missed the damp smells near the waterfall and the smell of dirt that permeated all who lived there. A pain of longing filled her, but she did not allow a second more than that. She was on a mission. One so great that even a master Jeweler would have not taken it on.

She smirked as a familiar feeling swept through her. Fear. Through half closed eyes she could see the people of Meyta City backing away from her as she strode. It was a normal occurrence to her now. She had been on the road for some time and had come across many different species and cities. They had all reacted thus. Somehow, even though she was thrilled at the thought of being left in peace, she felt lonely. She missed Davthe. Her heart swelled at the thought of him. He had the deepest red eyes she had ever seen, and the silkiest white hair. The thought took her breath away.

A small sigh escaped her lips, and she took a turn down some of the alleys. It was much darker here, and her pupils adjusted with pleasure. She was nocturnal. Her thoughts of daytime generally lied on the lines of disgust and pain, so she never visited them. She could see better than a cat and could slink through the most dangerous forest without detection. But here, the rock walls were dead and all the stones were empty and full of dejection. It made her sick. The ability to walk unnoticed was unlikely, and that hurt her impression of the city.

Unfortunately, there would be no sleep for her tomorrow either. Market was beginning and now was her chance to find what she was searching for. She smiled at the thought. But where would she go tonight? Taverns were usually out of the question. She hated being noticed for very long, but if she must then she must. The smell of the places were usually enough to make her vomit. Not only such, but seeing women degrade themselves to a grossly low state made her shudder. At least the men in her city treated the women properly.

Her thoughts went back to Davthe again. Hadn't he bought her her first drink of red wine? Ah, yes. That was before the accident. When they were just children. Perhaps she had been pretty then. Who knew.

'Snap out of it, Ren. You'll have him back soon enough. He never gave you a time limit!'

She wondered which way is was to the City's tavern. Any one would be good.

She paused in the alley a moment. Her ears pricked at a noise in the distance. Footsteps? Ah, yes. And they were the best kind of footsteps as well. The kind that are fleeing. Her hips were adorned with black leather belts that held different objects of use. Renvere unlocked the caps on the holster of her twin-axe belt and left it open. With them ready and able she wouldn't have to worry about any nonsense. Humans especially liked nonsense. Perhaps that was why she was so inclined to see what was the matter? They were human footsteps, were they not? Feeling rather curious, and while deciding to maintain a good deal of distance, she began to follow.

[Luthien]

The night air was beginning to grow colder. Andrew pulled his tunic closer to him and wished he had more clothing. Jampur's climate was much hotter than this world's, and it had been only slightly after noon when he left his home world.

It was supposed to have been an effortless scouting mission. Andrew's warriors would never have allowed their bookish leader to venture into something they thought to be unsafe. Perhaps it was just chance-- but, perhaps the Lassion Empire had a man inside Andrew's group. It was a frightening thought. Refugees and disgruntled warriors flocked to the Hidden Village. Not that it was easy-- the village was, of course, hidden. It took a long time to find the place. You'd have to go and talk to a certain dairymaid who would send you to talk to the beefy lumberjack who sent you to see the stable boy... Yes, it was a long complicated process. And even if you were to make it past all of those watchful eyes, there was still the Test to go through and the trip to the Village. The Test... That had been Andrew's idea, though it never would have been possible without the mages. There was one pass in the mountains, on the way to the village, where a long rope bridge hung over a dangerously deep valley. On the opposite end of the bridge, the mages had rigged an illusion. Once the band of travelers reached the middle of the bridge, the appearance of 15 Lassion Soldiers would appear. The bridge, itself, was magic. It could sense people's emotions toward the illusion. And if the emotions were not satisfactory, the bridge would not support that person's weight.

It had only happened twice, that the boards snapped under someone's foot. All of this made it highly unlikely that Andrew could have a spy in his village. But he could not dismiss the thought. Once he got back, he would have to look into it.

He wondered how the "effortless scouting mission" had gone without him. His men had chosen the meeting place by the Miral because it was full of people, and the group would be much less noticeable. But then, the Lassi had appeared out of nowhere, and they were everywhere. Andrew had been surrounded, his only escape through the gateway into another world. Having never passed through a gateway before, the idea had frightened him almost as much as the Lassion blades, but for the sake of the people who followed and needed him, he had charged fearlessly into the Miral. Well, not exactly. The quaking wasn't only caused by the soldiers.

The air was still cold. A sudden gust of it brought Andrew out of his ponderings and back into the present. He needed a job, but that wouldn't happen tonight. Right now, he needed a bed and something to warm his skin. An inn would be ideal. He could also hear any rumors of job openings or even Lassion soldiers, for that matter. He didn't know any in this city, and he knew no one to ask. He would just have to stop at the first one that looked somewhat respectable.

He urged his feet forward, and they dutifully began to move again.

[Varawyn]

As dusk quickly settled over Meyta, the owners of the local stores began to snuff their lights, and travelers wandered into nearby inns. It seemed as though the mercenary would have not be running into any profitable mischief tonight. However, something in the air seemed.. not right. If there was one thing Varawyn knew how to sense, it was trouble. She could not pinpoint exactly what was wrong, but something was brewing, and something was better than nothing.

Her sharp eyes gazed around her, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary. There were just vendors and townspeople going about their end-of-the-day routines (aside from a roamer and a beggar or two). Even the small stars in the darkening sky above seemed oblivious to the prickling of Varawyn's intuition.

Then, she saw them. Two men in armor were jogging briskly across the street from one alley to another, pacing themselves to not exert too much energy at once, yet still fast enough that it was not meant to be a recreational activity. The armor gave that away, anyway. They did not belong in Meyta, and from the way their heads moved to see as much as possible, they were looking for something...

Varawyn sprinted through a nearby alley, the layout of the city renewing in her memories with every step. She could hear the plates of their armor as the distance between them closed. Rounding a corner, she soon saw the them in front of her. Very little light shone between the two large buildings, causing dark shadows to rest over every surface. The clinking of the soldiers' armor slowed slightly as their pace slacked in the presence of the woman in front of them. She saw their hands instinctively rest on the hilts of their swords.

"Have you lost something?" she asked with as much friendliness as she could muster. Both soldiers replied with apathetic expressions as if to hide their emotions. One was older than the other, and he seemed to be higher in rank, though only slightly. The younger one was easier to read; she thought she saw him reflexively shake his head. She had asked the wrong question. Varawyn smirked and looked at the older, taller soldier. "Or some..one?"

They both seemed reluctant to share their mission with her. Hesitant glances were traded between the two until the older one suddenly looked at Varawyn. "Yes. A rebel against the Lassion Empire has escaped to this city," he replied firmly. The young soldier looked at him with shock written on his raised eyebrows.

That simple answer was all that Varawyn needed to hear. She did not need or care to know the reason why. The wheels already began turning as she looked at the pair. She thought for a moment. "I know this city better than either of you," she noted, then added with a small grin, "I could find this person.. for a price."

They exchanged glances again. The officer nodded. "The Lassion government would indeed be sure to reward you for his capture."

"Sir," said the subordinate in a low voice, "Are you sure we can trust her..?"

"We'll need as much inside help as possible," he replied without changing his tone for secrecy; his eyes were still locked on the mercenary.

Varawyn nodded with a wry smile. She would now need as much information as possible in order to be successful. "What does he look like?" she asked.

"He's tall," began the officer.
"And he has dark brown hair," the subordinate interjected quickly.

"..." Her face faded from its usual playful expression to dull as she muttered with a wave of her hand, "Tall with dark brown hair. Oh, that only leaves.. about half of the citizens in Meyta..."

"..We didn't get a chance to see him clearly," the officer admitted.

"You have nothing more? A name? A race? An eye color, even?"

The subordinate looked down thoughtfully before adding, "Well, he's thin and pale."

One side of Varawyn's lips twitched slightly.

"And we believe one of our arrows hit him," the officer started, "but we can't be sure..."

"That'll have to do, then," Varawyn concluded with a slightly sour tone. She turned away from them to begin the search, but then remembered something that she needed to ask--something important.

"One more thing," Varawyn said and looked back at the soldiers, the shadows obscuring her entire form except for the glint of her armored boots and sheath. "Dead.. or alive?"

The officer's face was stern. "We want him alive, if possible. But if not.. I suppose one more dead rebel is still better than a living one."

Varawyn smirked. "I won't give a guarantee, then. Tell the Lassi to get their coffers ready."

With that, the mercenary disappeared from the soldiers' views, weaving through the familiar alleyways beneath the night sky. The hunt was on.

"..Are you sure this was a good idea?" the subordinate asked, his voice hoarse.

"Hm..."

[Drasidius]

Renvere smiled at the ground. The cold wind was keeping her in a particularly good humor despite other conditions. Freezing temperatures kneaded into her bones and kept her fresh. Her footsteps became lighter with the slight euphoria she felt. But all too soon her happiness turned to intense curiosity.

Coming from another alley were more footsteps. They were rough and heavily armored. Her ears hurt at the clank from the metal on their soles. If there was one thing that bothered Renvere, it was harsh noises. Her ears were sensitive.

Flinging herself down a narrow passage, she broke into a silent jog towards the footsteps that first caught her attention. They were quiet and gentle, but also swift and careful. These were footsteps she could handle. She never could with-hold her curiosity from getting the better of her.

With the clanking of armored shoes far in the distance, she realized she had gotten too close to her prey. She paused, and ever so gently peered around the corner. The stone was frozen against her back and ignited within her a sudden rush of adrenaline. Her eyes widened as she noted the back of the oh-so-ominous host she had been chasing. A smiled played on her lips.

He was thin. And wiry. He looked as if he had never carried a sword in all his life, let alone lifted a hammer. She stared at him, her eyes burning into the back of his dark hair. How interesting that someone as seemingly normal as he was tip-toeing around in the darkness. This was getting very interesting.

Slinking around the corner and sticking to the darkness, she followed him. Her crimson eyes glowed in the shadows almost like a panther stalking it's prey. The intensity of the chase was almost making her tremble with excitement. But as a good dark elf, she held in her emotions leaving cool composure.

Finally, she decided that she could not handle being in the dark anymore. She had to know. Of course humans were easily fooled into leaking their knowledge, but she surely wished for a challenge at least.

Moving from the wall to the middle of the alley, she placed her arms akimbo and said with her cat-like voice:

"What brings you out on this frozen night, human?"

[Luthien]

Andrew moved quietly through the streets. He was still in the city, yes, but silence was more important now that night was falling and most folk were headed indoors to their hearths, to their families.

A pang touched his heart as he recalled his own family, his mother and father butchered at the hands of the Lassion Soldiers.

He wanted a family of his own someday, his own home, his own hearth. But not while under Lassi rule. He would rather be childless than submit his children to the horrors the Empire inflicted. No, his duty now was to remove the Lassi from power. To keep others’ children safe.

It was difficult to see in the dark. Andrew was a scholar, a bookworm… he knew very few ways to help one see in the dark. It was cold, too. One good thing about Jampur was the temperature. Dry and warm. Perfect…

He needed to find either a main street or a local if he wished to find an inn. Both ideas were dangerous. He paused his wandering steps for a moment to consider the two options when he heard a voice behind him.

“What brings you out on this frozen night, human?”

Andrew turned, slowly, abashed that he had heard nothing. But when his eyes stopped on the face of the person who had spoken to him, he jumped involuntarily. He had seen odd creatures before. Jampur was full of the Draconians, who were definitely uglier than this thing here, whatever it was. But somehow, this thing seemed more dangerous, in the way that a black widow spider may seem more dangerous than an unbroken horse. Her clothing was dark, a fact that would have made her very difficult to see in this night were it not for the burning red eyes. The red eyes were what frightened him.

He cleared his throat, and replied in a voice that was much calmer than the expression on his face,

“Well I’d actually rather not be out. I’m new to the city and am looking for a place to spend the night. Be searching for employment in the morning. Know you of any honest establishment where a weary traveler could rest his head?”

He had doubts that this person’s definition of honest would be the same as his—in fact, he doubted if the word existed in this person’s vocabulary. But, in what he said at least, he had nothing to hide. This was the truth, as anyone he bumped into in the morning would discover.

[Karod]

Karod had followed his soldier for a distance until he slipped into a back alley. The elf frowned, hesitant to follow him into that confined area where there might have been dozens of other soldiers waiting. He glanced around him and chose a likely house with long strands of ivy growing on it.

Quickly, lest the ivy break under his weight, Karod shot up the side of the house and planted his feet firmly on the roof. The next building was about six feet away—a simple jump. Without bother to back up, Karod leaped at the next rooftop, muscles bunching and flexing as he landed to make contact as silent as possible.
Quickly and quietly, he moved to the edge of the building where he lay down so he would not be visible against the night sky.

He had been right to fear entering the alleyway. There was only one entrance to this street, as the back of another building sealed off the other side. Below him were approximately 25 soldiers.

Karod waited another half hour while more soldiers arrived, coming continually in larger groups and more frequently as the time went by. Eventually, all were arrived and a plan was laid out by some official. The plans were whispered and hurried, so Karod was unable to understand all of them, but they seemed to consist mainly of segments of the city, each of which a pair of soldiers was assigned to search.

The soldiers hastily moved out, and Karod opted to follow their captain, who had been paired with a much younger, more inexperienced man.

For an hour he followed them, leaping silently from rooftop to rooftop. He had always been delighted to be an elf. No human could even walk silently, much less make continuous six to ten foot jumps without even a rustle of clothing. He paused to catch his breath before jumping again, but quickly pulled his head back down to the level of the rooftop. Though they didn’t know it yet, the two soldiers were no longer alone.

He listened, interested and concerned, to their conversation. Lassi in the Middle World… a new front was the last thing his army needed. Perhaps by finding this rebel, he could help insure that wouldn’t happen…On the other hand, he had a feeling he was more likely to side with the other man.

His choice would have to be made quickly. The woman was already moving through the streets. He hesitated a brief moment, and switched objects. She was much more likely to notice him than the soldiers. Her tactics were obviously not numbers and brute strength. Hear him, unlikely, but a shadow flying from rooftops continually following you… that would have to be noticed eventually. Another brief moment of hesitation, and he slid quickly down from the roof and pressed on after this woman.

[Drasidius]

Renvere allowed a small smile to play across her lips. He was an interesting one for sure. She took a moment to size him up. In comparison, his height was much greater than her own, but in muscle mass he seemed to be lacking. All the men where she came from had worked their fingers to the bone at whatever trade they took. He looked like he had been slacking in his duties.

“Well I’d actually rather not be out. I’m new to the city and am looking for a place to spend the night. Be searching for employment in the morning. Know you of any honest establishment where a weary traveler could rest his head?”

She paused. Did she know of such a place? She had a brief layout of the town in her mind, and she could have sworn that there was a tavern quite a walk from where they were. To the east, if her memory suited her well.

As the mental note she had made about the tavern became more clear to her, she finally looked into the strangers eyes: and felt self-conscious. He was staring at her with a mixture of disgust and fear. Fear had always been a normal reaction for her to receive, but the disgust in his features unnerved her. She mindlessly smoothed a few wrinkles in her skirt and then looked into his eyes again. She hoped that the emotions she had seen on his face were either a figment of her imagination or a trick of the twilight.

"As a matter of fact, I am quite certain there was an inn a distance from here. To the east. I am new to this town as well, so forgive me for not knowing the layout."

She was trying to be courteous and polite, but her voice still came out the same way. A cool indifference and an eerie tone.

"Would you like me to take you there? It seems there are rough folk and strange soldiers about this evening. It would not be wise to travel alone."

Her offer stood, but she still felt uneasy. This was supposed to be a relief to her egging curiosity, not a thrashing to her self-esteem. But nonetheless, she had gotten herself into this situation. It was now up to Renvere to get herself back out.

[Luthien]

Rough folk and strange soldiers. That could only mean the Lassi... Andrew looked at this person offering him assistance. He wasn't entirely sure he'd be any safer with her than he would with the Lassi themselves, but she had not attempted to harm him as of yet. If she wanted something from him, it would have been far simpler to kill him while his back was turned. And the soldiers would be less likely to stop a man with a companion. He had escaped through the Miral by himself, and it was only logical that they would be looking for a man by himself. He did need to find an inn... and just hope that the Lassion soldiers didn't elect to search the place in the middle of the night.

He looked her over once again, and gave a quick nod.

"I'd appreciate the assistance. If it's no inconvenience to you, I will travel with you to this inn."

He would have to keep a wary eye out. Hopefully he would be able to tell if he were leading him into a bad section of the city. Of course, he knew nothing about this city. Perhaps it was all bad... He wasn't inclined to think it was all good.

He sighed. He wanted to get back to Jampur and his people as soon as possible, but that's what the Lassion would be expecting. There was only one Miral to Jampur, so they knew they'd find him if they just waited long enough. He would need some legitimate reason to go through, which would mean some legitimate business in Jampur... which meant a long time in the Middle World.

He glanced at his new companion, and gestured with his hand to indicate he was ready whenever she was.

[Drasidius]

//OOC: Where is everyone?//

[Chalyce]

I'm going have to do it later...

[Luthien]

OOC: Who are you looking for, Siddy? I'm pretty sure everyone but Chalyce is still in Meyta City. Or did you mean the real people? I'm currently a couple thousand miles from home. My brother just got married.

Chalyce, I'm going to have to ask you to edit your post. One of the basic rules of roleplaying is that you cannot control other people's characters. Last time we saw Karod, he was following a female elf through the city. Perhaps Karod doesn't want his character to have been captured and outside the city. If the human is supposed to be Andrew, right now, the two groups haven't even met. Karod hasn't yet met Varawyn, Andrew, or Renvere.

Sorry to be picky, and if it was just the two of us, it wouldn't be a huge deal, but you really can't take charge of all the other characters. If you need help, I'd be happy to assist you, as I'm sure any of the other players would be.