Adlar's Post

[morgana]

There was once a who used to sit atop a mountain every morning at sunrise. It was said that the had a lover whom no one knew anything about. It was said that his love for her was as strong as a thousand sands blowing, a thousand trees sighing, a thousand waves crashing upon shore and a thousand balls of fire erupting from the dormant Blaze Mountain.

Though no one could see what the did on those early mornings, one man knew that this story was gold, and that in telling it, he would receive a hearty meal and a good bed for the night. People, by nature, were curious creatures, and had no eye for the truth when it came to entertainment.

Adlar Dillon Righonahn, commonly known by his middle name, was a teller of stories. But he did not go by the usual ones. Fishmonger tales were all well and good for the simple folk, but he knew that many people, if not all, loved the tales of the fantastic, of history and bloodshed, of love and loss. He knew that he could tell no other story but those.

But this one day he had found himself amongst a a world in which he did not belong, in a forest in which he was lost. And with this came a problem, trying to find his way out.

It was a beautiful day. Green leaves overhead and bubbling water somewhere in the background and a great expanse of growth tugging at his boots. He frowned though, as he sat up. Immediately he regretted it. A sharp pain seared through his head and into his eye. Headache. No, he didn't drink last night, or so he thought. Of what he could remember though, it had been a hard night, with no soft place to rest his head, and for some reason he could remember seeing a great huge fist coming toward him. He shrugged. Other than that he had had a good sleep - up until now.

[HoudiniDerek]

Guang sprinted rapidly through the forest, dodging back and forth off the path. He had been running for about a half an hour straight, stopping only intermittently to gain some composure and direction.

Guang saw a small stream ahead and hurdled it, gaining the ground on the other side and running full-out to come out on the path again. He ran to the path and tripped over a young man on the path. Guang sprawled, losing the knife he was carrying. He rolled several feet and landed hard up against a tree, the wind knocked out of him again.

Scared that he had been ambushed, Guang scrambled up again and with the talent of his people, leapt into the overhanging branches of the tree he had hit. He scrambled a few branches higher and remained still. Looking down through the foilage, Guang saw the man for the first time.

He was tall...much taller than Guang with pitch black hair. He got a hint of green in the eyes as he moved for a better position. The man had not moved since being run over by Guang. That boded well for Guang, but he knew that he had to be careful.

Guang hopped down and landed by the tree...several feet away from the man and a few feet from his fallen sword. The two men stared at each other, not saying anything. Guang knew that he had no time to wait around, but he felt bad having run him down.

"My name is Guang."

[morgana]

A thread of noise reached Adlar's ears and he turned his head just in time to see a man running like the wind toward him. There was no time to turn, to fight, to jump up before the man bowled him right over, head over heels, dropping something heavy in the midst of the chaos.

Adlar swore, and hard as he was hit clean in the rib cage. "All mighty ghost! he cried. "What the devil do you think you're doing? Can' you look where you're going?" His eyesight swam before him as he stood, trying to look around for the man. Looking closely he saw him drop form the trees, and then realised he was a short, but not much else could be decided about him. Blinking rapidly, Adlar lifted a hand to a small dagger at his hip.

Drawing it he replied to the man with his own name, "Dillon." Being the careful man he was, Adlar was not about to give his first name until this Guang fellow could be trusted just enough not to slice his throat open.

"Do you ever look where you're going when you run?" Adlar snapped, rather angry that this man had added to his already uncomfortable state. Though he had to admit that it wasn't everyday that you saw a man sleeping unconcious on the floor of such a mysterious forest without some sort of protect.

Come to think of it, as he felt around his body, he had lost everything aside from the dagger in his hand. Not a good sign. He had been carrying a double handed sword, a long bow on his back and with the dagger on his hip a quiver set of arrows. All his food and water had probably been eaten by god knows who, and his story parchment was certainly missing.

Adlar gently eyed the sword lying a few feet away from him. Looked like a nice sword, one that he would dearly love to steal.

What a start to a day.

[HoudiniDerek]

Guang listened to the man whose name was Dillon and realizd that he had not had the best of days either. Guang looked back down the path and wondered if he had the time to chat.

"I'm sorry for running you down. Most people do not sleep on paths in the woods," Guang said, giving the young man a smile. "I am unarmed at the moment too, so you won't be needing tht." Guang nodded at the knife and continued.

"What are you doing out here, Dillon? Do you have a place to go? I will help you if I can, but I do not have much time. If you can walk or run, we can travel togther for a time. There is safety in numbers, especially in the Selkia."

As soon as he was done, the speed that had serviced Guang for years, burst from his legs. They carried him the few feet to his fallen sword. He flicked it up to his hand and put it in his scabbard. He turned to Dillon again.

"Feel up for an early morning run in the forest?"