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"Warm 'em up Leniel." Furin said.

Leniel began his story. He spoke of drunken bars, battles and kings. He talked for nearly a hour, telling almost every detail. He talked of betrayal and pain, and shadow magic. He talked of cutting off a guards head with pure darkness. "And then I dived out the Queen's window into the moat bellow. True story."

"That was quite a tale, I can only imagine what thrills Furin will have in store." Nalfein said more than pleased with Leniel's story. It was interesting, if nothing else.

"Alright, listen up." Furin began. "It was in my youth days, glory and women were in my head. One time, I met this beautiful dwarven princess, whom I slept with the following day. Her father was the king of Naathrak, and as you could guess, he did not take lightly on my little escapade. I had to fight my way through 50 of the best guards, soaked in blood. I escaped the city, and to my fortune, I was accepeted into a nearby bandit camp. We pillage and slaughtered till the sun fell in the horizon, only to slaughter and pillage once it rose. Day after day, we became stronger and stronger. Soon, we where 500 men strong. But, a powerful wizard betrayed us after he offered us a contract to sluaghter the inhabitants of a peculiar village. He killed many, turing some against eachother. Dark magic literally poured off him, and it wasn't long untill I was left against him and 50 of those who turned. I fought and fought, Sasha's blade killing many. Finally, I killed the wizard and plundered the village and our camp, earning myself the name Furin The [&@%!]! I came back to Naathrak and no one heard this tale again..." There was a long pause before the dwarf continued. "That's why I didn't want you to see my memories elf. Things like this, happen all the time in my life." He began laughing.

Nalfein laughed at the dwarf's tale. "Furin the [&@%!] eh? I might have to bring it back!"

7

Glor clapped his hands and grinned at Furin's story. Percival was standing against a tree, looking into the distance.

Leniel laughed, "Needs more queens."

Glor laughed again. "And more dragons."

"Oh, dragons. That's another story." Furin said and laughed: "But it's a bit to personal to tell you now, maybe when we get to know eachother more." He said to the entire group.

Percival walked over. "Right. We need to sleep, or we won't have the strength to continue. Off with you all." He went over to the tree he had unrolled his bedroll under, and lay down on it. Grumbling, Glor obliged to try and sleep on his own.

Nalfein quickly fell asleep on his bedroll.

Leniel fell asleep leaning against a tree.

Furin, with a grunt, fell asleep on his bedroll.

The night passed, and the party slept. The sun rose over the mountains, pink and raw. At the crack of dawn, Percival's eyes snapped open. He got up, packed his equipment, and when he had, he then woke the others. Glor got up sleepily. He yawned.
"We continue riding. We will stop at noon, then again sometime into the night. Pack up and mount." He climbed onto his horse, a magnificent black stallion.

Nalfein gathered his gear and mounted once more, he was still groggy and sleepy-eyed. He merely grunted as he set his things in order. He would be nervous about meeting the tribe of goblins, but he was too drowsy to worry about it.

Leniel buckled own his raiper and prepared to leave. He got on his horse, ready.

Glor mounted his pony on his third try. His pony was pink grey.

Furin mounted his pony, on his first try! He was satisfied of his achievment, and rode with a smile on his face.

The party set out. They rode. And rode. And rode.

After maybe three hours of the same, rugged mountainside going passed, they came to road blockade - crude, made of sharpened sticks lashed together with ropes. Some bandits stood behind it. Several had bows pointing at the travelers. Percival raised a hand. "Stop." He warned them. "You do not want to fight us." Mixed laughs came from the group.

Belli looked at the bows. "Shoot." He stated, ready to pull them all towards himself, to follow with a massive push.

One bandit loosed an arrow. It was whizzing straight towards Belli's face when a shadow suddenly rose out of the ground and swallowed it whole. The shadow dispersed, and the arrow was gone. Some bandits looked uneasy, and one or two stepped back.

Revak studied the bandits. "Idiots." he said as he drew his two daggers, and dismounted, falling into his combat posistion.

Furin jumped off his pony and charged at the nearest bandit, laughing as he did. He twirled Sasha and swung at the bandit's neck.

Leniel drew his raiper, ready to fight, "Strike?" His right hahd was pulsing.

"They are bandits yes? The world will be far better with a few less of them." Nalfein said eager to do some good. "Besides I need my good deed for the day"