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Rodgr Thunderguts
01:45:44 PM 12/10/19
No, just normal fighting, two of the abilities work and two don't. Thanks Squidget

Squidget
01:09:55 PM 12/10/19
I have seen that bug with cooldown-based abilities before, but I thought I squashed it. Anything in particular you were doing when you activated the abilities?

Rodgr Thunderguts
11:21:33 AM 12/10/19
Yeah it's weird it is just two of the skills, I tried resting, re-logging etc etc, it is still the same the other skills reset after about 30 seconds
Weird?

Corlupi
11:02:28 AM 12/10/19
@Rodgr: That sounds like way too long - even for a low level monk.

Rodgr Thunderguts
10:40:15 AM 12/10/19
Anyone ever had the monk skills take 8000+ seconds before you can re use it, only happening to two of them, never played a monk before so I wasn't sure if that is -normal- ? Thanks !!

Galorndan
07:43:47 PM 12/09/19
Rick!!

Squidget
06:17:10 PM 12/09/19
Can you post a screenshot of the error you are seeing? Or are you seeing one?

rick
06:15:31 PM 12/09/19
Hi if you have a chance ,icant get into Beamdog,thanks













Squidget
03:54:58 AM 12/09/19

scratch_flannigan
12:34:51 PM 12/08/19
Nature Night begins in about 1.5 hours from the time of this post. That will be 2pm CST (GMT -6).

(Be aware of the Daylight Saving Time Voodoo that changed recently ! )

Please check page 1 of the Nature Night: Phase 4 thread to see the map to the Wild Grove where we meet !

I will be missing the event today as I attend a work event. Cuchuwyn, the great Druid of Water and The South will be leading The Calling today !

(Many thanks, Cuch ! )



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Thranduil Greenleaf
04:21:39 PM 09/16/07

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The young elf awoke with a sense of urgency he could not quite grasp. As the cobwebs of sleep began to clear from his mind, he remembered he had not intended to fall asleep here. The evenings wine, and the affections of the elven lass lying next to him had relaxed him more than he thought it would. From the hint of light in the eastern sky he knew the sun would be up within the hour, and he was a good 2 hours trot from the camp and his family's wagons. They would be worried about him. After yesterdays performance he told them he was going for a walk in the woods, and then slipped away back to the village where he had met her several days earlier. She had come to their encampment with many others from the area to see his father and mother perform.

His father was a talented bard of much renown. His mother, although not possessing talent for musical instruments, was a beautiful woman with an enchanting voice. Her true talent however, was not known. She would dance through the crowd twirling and singing, and brushing provocatively against the men...... and relieving the rich nobles of their coins. In fact, his mother was so talented that she would leave their purse hanging on their belt and take only a few of the coins or gems within. She never stole from the commoners, but had no qualms about lightening the purses of the rich.

But it was his mothers' brother that the young elf was most concerned about. An experienced ranger, and the provider and protector of the troupe. The young elf idolized the ranger. He would not want his uncle to be worried about him.

His fathers influence on him was minimal at best, for the young elf was not interested in being a bard, and had no talent for it. His father spent the majority of his time practicing his arts. Most of the young elf's formal training and education had come from his mother, and he had learned the way of the rogue. But he had recently taken to traveling the wilds with his uncle to learn the ways of a ranger. This, he discovered, was his true passion. This, was what he wanted to do with his life.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind in the space of a few moments, he quietly got out of bed and slipped into his clothes. He kissed her softly on the cheek, and disappeared through the door. He was not looking forward to explaining his absence. His father would chastise him. His mother would scold him. His uncle however, would just shake his head and give him that knowing grin. And the wink. There was always the wink when he was getting in trouble for something his uncle had done in his own youth.

He would have to make haste, or he would miss the mornings breakfast..... and his surprise 120th birthday party he wasn't supposed to know about.
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Styvn-elf, Tel'Varataurie. -Clickedy- (player loggin = Thranduil Greenleaf) -Clickedy-

Roklynd Elendili-half elf, servant of Mielikki. (player loggin = Kun tao)

Theven Nimblfingers-halfling, lock & trap master. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

Bob Johnson-human, large meat shield. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Bor'el Greenleaf-elf, healer, priest of Corellon. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Edan Amandil-human, healer. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

John Smith-human, blacksmith. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)

Rosco Underhill-halfling, "Underhill family" hit man. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)[/color]

Kings are fools, and nations of men greater fools, to do the bidding of such men and be commanded by their pettiness.... and to die for their whims.
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Thranduil Greenleaf
08:13:25 AM 09/17/07

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As he made his way along the path, he remembered the conversation he'd had with his uncle just a few days before. His uncle had told him about the party, and swore him to silence. He'd also told him about a "special" gift that he had for the young elf. The anticipation of it was almost more than he could stand. He was sure his uncle had told him about it just for that reason. It was his uncle's way of teaching him patience, although he wasn't sure if it was working or not. It didn't feel like it.

He was less than 15 minutes from the camp when the first traces of the campfire reached his nose. For just an instant, he began to smile. But almost immediately, he noticed something wasn't right with the scent. There was something else besides the aroma of wood smoke. He knew it at once....... it was the stench of death. The young elf quickened his pace to a run.

The scene that awaited him when he broke into the clearing was more terrible than the worst nightmare he could ever have imagined. He froze on the spot for a moment in shock and disbelief. The entire encampment was completely destroyed. His parents, or what was left of them, were lying a few feet apart in the center of the camp. The remains of the other members of the troupe lay strewn about the camp in all directions, as if they'd been trying to flee for their lives. None had made it. His uncle's bloody and broken body lay at the southern edge of the camp, where the battle had begun. There were the remains of at least 2 dozen undead creatures strewn about him. Zombies and skeletons of varying shapes and sizes were cut to pieces by the ranger's twin blades. The young elf counted no less than half a dozen arrows protruding from his uncle's chest. He had put up a valiant effort, and had taken many of the foul creatures with him.

He sank to his knees and began to weep, the tears flooding down his cheeks with great heaving sobs. He cried until there were no more tears left to fall. He fell to his side and laid on the ground next to his uncle for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, after an hour or so, he got up and began to try and piece together exactly what had happened.

There had been about 5 dozen of the undead creatures that descended on the camp. His uncle was the first to wake and react. It had happened quickly, and his uncle had not even had time to slip into his light leather armor. His mother and father were still in their sleeping garb, and there were the remains of another dozen undead lying around them. None of the rest of the troupe were fighters, and had died trying to flee the carnage. As he walked around the encampment checking the tracks as his uncle had been teaching him, he noticed a set of tracks that were out of place. They were made after the battle, and were very small. He was sure they belonged to a halfling. At that moment, he realized something he'd missed earlier. There were no weapons or valuables of any kind left in the encampment. He had never heard of skeletons or zombies looting their victims.

Styvn-elf, Tel'Varataurie. -Clickedy- (player loggin = Thranduil Greenleaf) -Clickedy-

Roklynd Elendili-half elf, servant of Mielikki. (player loggin = Kun tao)

Theven Nimblfingers-halfling, lock & trap master. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

Bob Johnson-human, large meat shield. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Bor'el Greenleaf-elf, healer, priest of Corellon. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Edan Amandil-human, healer. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

John Smith-human, blacksmith. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)

Rosco Underhill-halfling, "Underhill family" hit man. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)[/color]

Kings are fools, and nations of men greater fools, to do the bidding of such men and be commanded by their pettiness.... and to die for their whims.
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Thranduil Greenleaf
07:55:01 AM 09/18/07

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As he searched the remains of the wagons, he knew now that the halfling must have carried off the weapons and personal treasures that had belonged to his family and their hirelings. Most of it was nothing of true value, but one thing had very important sentimental value to him. The small gem his father cherished that had been handed down through several generations. It was just a semi precious gem on the face of it, but with one very special feature. When examined closely, there appeared to be a flaw in the center of it. It was in truth, a drop of dragon blood from a dragon his great great grandfather had killed thousands of years before. The drop of dragons blood had been preserved in the gem for him by a powerful wizard. It was this courageous event that had earned his family their name. The halfling would have to be found, and the gem recovered. There was no other option that honor would allow. He busied himself burying his friends and family. It took the rest of the day. He would have to wait until morning to begin tracking the halfling, as he would need to rest after the days traumatic events and regain his strength.

At first light the young elf was gathering food and water from the remains of the camp before setting out on his task of tracking down the halfling. Suddenly, he remembered that his uncle always tied his backpack in the top of a tree at night to keep the animals out of his personal food supply and healing kits. He began to search the trees around the camp, and after a short time he spotted it. The familiar leather backpack was hanging in a tree at the edge of the camp, and looked to be unmolested. The halfling had missed it. The young elf climbed the tree and retrieved the pack.

The last thing he found inside the pack was a journal bound in the skin of a young basilisk his uncle had killed, and wrapped in oil treated leather for water proofing. There was a scroll attached to it that identified it as the “special” gift his uncle had teased him with. The scroll further explained that only the young elf or his uncle could read the journal. To anyone else, the pages would appear blank. This was a feat accomplished by a female magic user that his uncle had been intimate with the last many years. As he read the words, he remembered a few weeks back that his uncle had asked him for a strand of his hair. Now he knew what his uncle had wanted it for.

His eyes became misty for a moment as he read the title. “The Rangers Path”. He realized that his uncle had been writing this journal for him over the last several years, and it contained all the tricks and techniques his uncle knew about being a ranger. To the young elf, this journal was even more precious than the gem he must now recover. He quickly repacked his uncle's backpack and threw it over his shoulder. He had wasted enough time here........ it was time to move.

Styvn-elf, Tel'Varataurie. -Clickedy- (player loggin = Thranduil Greenleaf) -Clickedy-

Roklynd Elendili-half elf, servant of Mielikki. (player loggin = Kun tao)

Theven Nimblfingers-halfling, lock & trap master. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

Bob Johnson-human, large meat shield. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Bor'el Greenleaf-elf, healer, priest of Corellon. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Edan Amandil-human, healer. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

John Smith-human, blacksmith. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)

Rosco Underhill-halfling, "Underhill family" hit man. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)[/color]

Kings are fools, and nations of men greater fools, to do the bidding of such men and be commanded by their pettiness.... and to die for their whims.
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Thranduil Greenleaf
07:44:19 AM 09/19/07

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The young elf knew he was a day behind the halfling, but he was counting on the halfling not knowing anyone hunted him. The thief probably assumed everyone from the camp was dead. He hoped to catch up to him within a few days time. He had no trouble following the tracks, as the halfling was not trying to hide them. He didn't stop to eat, but took food and water as he moved along the trail.

At the end of the second day, the tracks came to a river bank and stopped. He looked across the river and saw a man attending a ferry on the other side. This was the only spot for miles in either direction that the water ran smooth, but it was still very swift. The current here would sweep anyone trying to swim across into the rapids downstream and surely drown them. The elf shouted at the man across the river to bring the ferry back. The man replied the rope that held the ferry was damaged, and it would take at least another half day to repair. The man said the nearest crossing was two days upstream. One day if he ran. He asked the man if he had seen a halfling with a large backpack. He said he had, and that the halfling had been the last fare he took before the rope began to unravel. The hin had then headed out on the road, downstream.

As much as he hated the thought of losing another day, there was nothing for it. He made camp by the river, and waited for the ferryman to finish his task and bring the ferry back. He made use of the time by reading some of the journal his uncle had written for him, tending to his equipment, and making more arrows. It looked like he would learn patience whether he liked it, or not.

About noon the next day, the ferryman began pulling the ferry across the river on the newly repaired rope. The elf began to break camp and repack his uncle's backpack. It was his backpack now...... his uncle would want it that way. After a short time, he boarded the ferry and then reached the other side. It took him a while to find the halfling's tracks on the heavily used road, but find them he did. He broke into a trot and kept it up the rest of the day, checking the sides of the road for any sign of the halfling leaving it. Just before dark, he could see a small town in the distance as he topped a hill along the road. He knew there was no need to check tracks the rest of the way to the town, and he began to run. He would sleep in a bed tonight, and ask questions in the morning.

Styvn-elf, Tel'Varataurie. -Clickedy- (player loggin = Thranduil Greenleaf) -Clickedy-

Roklynd Elendili-half elf, servant of Mielikki. (player loggin = Kun tao)

Theven Nimblfingers-halfling, lock & trap master. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

Bob Johnson-human, large meat shield. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Bor'el Greenleaf-elf, healer, priest of Corellon. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Edan Amandil-human, healer. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

John Smith-human, blacksmith. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)

Rosco Underhill-halfling, "Underhill family" hit man. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)[/color]

Kings are fools, and nations of men greater fools, to do the bidding of such men and be commanded by their pettiness.... and to die for their whims.
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Thranduil Greenleaf
08:32:48 AM 09/20/07

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As soon as the only store in town had opened that morning, the elf stepped inside and greeted the owner. He traded for some supplies and asked about local events. Once the expected social exchanges were made, he asked the shop keeper if he had seen a halfling recently, with a large backpack. The man said he had, and he had bought most of the items the halfling was carrying. There had been a traveling trader in just after that, who had bought most of the items the halfling had sold to him. The halfling went one direction, and the trader went another.

The elf was noticeably displeased with that information, and the shop owner asked if there was a problem. He explained to the store keeper that the halfling had stolen the goods, but didn't divulge the details. The man was sympathetic, but reminded the elf that he'd had no way of knowing the goods were stolen. Nor did the traveling trader. The elf asked if the hin had sold him a small gem with a flaw in the center of it, and the man said no. He had seen no gems from the hin. He asked him about some distinct weapons and the storekeeper acknowledged buying them and then selling them to the trader. He asked if the man had gotten a name from the hin, but the man said he hadn't. He had mentioned he was heading to another town about a days journey away. The elf smiled slightly, and nodded to the man as he left the shop.

Having eaten a good breakfast, the elf took to the trail at a fast trot. He would catch up with the hin at the next town if he lingered there to spend his newly acquired gold. There was a notorious tavern in that town, where a person could find all manner of entertainment. But there was also danger in that place, to anyone who wasn't careful about flashing gold around. The elf had heard his uncle talk about that tavern before. He hoped he wouldn't be too late. He kept up a brisk pace the rest of the day.

As he stepped into the tavern, he recognized it from the stories his uncle had told. The descriptions were very accurate indeed. He walked up to the bar and ordered an ale. The barkeep brought it to him and went on about his business. He could feel the other patrons in the tavern watching him as he sipped his ale, and looked about for any sign of the hin. He saw nothing that caught his eye, but he would only wait a short time before he asked questions. He didn't want to lose any more time in case the hin had not stayed here more than overnight. After a little while, a very attractive young halfling lass climbed down the stairs from the rooms above. The elf asked the bartender who she was, and the bartender smiled and said she was a local girl who liked a little companionship, if one was so inclined. He finished the statement with a wink.

The elf called the little lass over to a table, and offered to buy her a drink. She beamed a smile at him and accepted the offer. They talked for a while, and then he asked her if she had seen one of her kin around the tavern recently. She quickly assured him she had not, but something in the way she said it convinced him she was not telling the truth. They talked a while longer. He gave her a smile, and invited her to join him upstairs for a little wine and.... more personal conversation. Once again, she accepted his offer. He paid the bartender for a room and a bottle of wine, and followed her up the stairs.

Styvn-elf, Tel'Varataurie. -Clickedy- (player loggin = Thranduil Greenleaf) -Clickedy-

Roklynd Elendili-half elf, servant of Mielikki. (player loggin = Kun tao)

Theven Nimblfingers-halfling, lock & trap master. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

Bob Johnson-human, large meat shield. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Bor'el Greenleaf-elf, healer, priest of Corellon. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Edan Amandil-human, healer. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

John Smith-human, blacksmith. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)

Rosco Underhill-halfling, "Underhill family" hit man. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)[/color]

Kings are fools, and nations of men greater fools, to do the bidding of such men and be commanded by their pettiness.... and to die for their whims.
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Thranduil Greenleaf
08:52:42 AM 09/21/07

Registered Member #1145
Joined: 03:28:45 PM 08/30/07
Location: GMT -5
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They drank some wine and talked a bit, and after a while the elf asked her if she was sure she hadn't seen a halfling male in the tavern in the last couple of days. She leaped from the bed and made a dash for the door, but the elf caught her before she made two steps. As he spun her around, he put a dagger to her throat and informed her that the length of her life depended on how she answered the next few questions. She began insisting that she didn't know anything about another halfling when she was betrayed by a pocket on her vest and a ring fell out on the floor. The elf recognized the ring as having belonged to one of the hirelings who performed with the troupe. All pretenses were dropped at that point, and the little hin courtesan spilled the story in wide eyed terror as the steel in the elf's eyes was now keener than the edge on his blade.

The thief had been there, and was staying at the tavern. He'd been flashing around a lot of gold, and spending time with the little courtesan. She had spiked his drink, and then she and some of her friends had taken his gold and equipment and put him unconscious on a ship bound for an island off the sword coast. The elf asked about the gem, and the female swore on her life he didn't have any gems on him when they searched him. This time he believed her. They had left his clothes on him, but nothing else. He asked the courtesan for the thief's name, and she gave it to him........ along with a detailed description.

As the courtesan's story sank in, the elf knew what he must do. Even though he hated sea travel, he would have to follow where the female hin told him his quarry had been sent. He had heard nothing of the place, and his uncle had never spoken of being on that island. He would have to be very careful when he got there, and not be in too big of a hurry to do what had to be done. This was new territory, and he had no information or knowledge about it whatsoever. But as he swore an oath to his grandfather, his god, and his self, he knew one thing for certain. He, Styvn Lacilamas, would sail to the island of Thain and find Theven Nimblfingers. And when he did, he would have his family's gem back as well as some answers, or he would have the hin's heart!

And so the prologue of this story ends, and the adventure begins...... on Thain.
You will find Styvn Lacilamas there. Hunting.






Styvn-elf, Tel'Varataurie. -Clickedy- (player loggin = Thranduil Greenleaf) -Clickedy-

Roklynd Elendili-half elf, servant of Mielikki. (player loggin = Kun tao)

Theven Nimblfingers-halfling, lock & trap master. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

Bob Johnson-human, large meat shield. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Bor'el Greenleaf-elf, healer, priest of Corellon. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Edan Amandil-human, healer. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

John Smith-human, blacksmith. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)

Rosco Underhill-halfling, "Underhill family" hit man. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)[/color]

Kings are fools, and nations of men greater fools, to do the bidding of such men and be commanded by their pettiness.... and to die for their whims.
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Thranduil Greenleaf
03:58:27 PM 09/25/07

Registered Member #1145
Joined: 03:28:45 PM 08/30/07
Location: GMT -5
Posts: 785
Styvn had been on the island now for several weeks, and had been right about it possibly being a dangerous place. There was death at every turn for the unwary. He himself had been taken down several times already, and if not for the kindness of a couple of rangers and a druid, he would be dead. But he would not allow himself to lose focus on his task. He had to find Theven Nimblfingers and retrieve his family's gem.

There were a lot more hin on Thain than he imagined there would be. In fact, there was an entire village of them somewhere on the island. He hadn't journeyed there yet, but he had heard of it's existence from conversations at the crossroads fire. This would complicate things a little, but it would not deter him. The description he got from the little courtesan in the tavern back on the mainland had included a detail that would make recognizing the thief easy enough, if he could get a look at his face. But she told him the hin never took his mask off outside of the bedroom. He didn't wear it because he was an assassin like most people thought, but to hide a terrible scar that ran from the bottom of his left ear to the left corner of his mouth.

So here then, was the problem. When he came upon a hin wearing a mask, he would either have to get the hin to tell him his name, or find an excuse to get the mask off of him. There was no simple way to do the latter. And he didn't want a confrontation in public. The hin had probably made friends here by now. Styvn had done so himself, and that was saying something considering his lack of charm. No, once Theven was discovered, he would have to follow the hin away from prying eyes to confront him.

Styvn would continue to sit around the crossroads fire and read his uncles' journal. And watch. And listen. Sooner or later, the hin would show up there. It seemed nearly everyone on Thain did at some point in time.

Styvn-elf, Tel'Varataurie. -Clickedy- (player loggin = Thranduil Greenleaf) -Clickedy-

Roklynd Elendili-half elf, servant of Mielikki. (player loggin = Kun tao)

Theven Nimblfingers-halfling, lock & trap master. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

Bob Johnson-human, large meat shield. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Bor'el Greenleaf-elf, healer, priest of Corellon. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Edan Amandil-human, healer. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

John Smith-human, blacksmith. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)

Rosco Underhill-halfling, "Underhill family" hit man. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)[/color]

Kings are fools, and nations of men greater fools, to do the bidding of such men and be commanded by their pettiness.... and to die for their whims.
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Thranduil Greenleaf
02:08:29 PM 09/28/07

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After Styvn had spent much time traveling with Krin, the ranger had earned Styvns' friendship and trust. Enough so that Styvn decided to tell Krin the reason he came to Thain. He told him about the hin he was hunting, and he also told him about the oath he had sworn. He explained to the ranger how he had sworn the oath while his blood was still hot, and he was looking for someone to blame for the mindless slaughter of his family. And that he now questioned his own wisdom for making such an oath under those circumstances. Now that he had gotten over the initial shock and had cooled down, he realized the hin was not to blame and had only been guilty of taking advantage of someone else's misfortune. Something he himself might have done in the time before he decided to become a ranger.

But an oath is an oath, and so he has put himself in a position he no longer looks forward to. He still must find the hin and retrieve his family's gem, but he now prays that the situation can be brought to a peaceful conclusion. There's been enough bloodshed already, and he hopes the hin still has the gem and will give it up willingly. And if he doesn't still have it, perhaps he will consent to a debt of honor and swear to Styvn to serve him in some manner as to make up for the offense to his family's honor. Otherwise, even though he knows he acted hastily, the oath he swore will force him to kill the hin and suffer the consequences. He would rather hang, or spend the rest of his life in prison, than live with the dishonor and shame of not fulfilling his oath. That was the way he'd been raised. That was what he had been taught his whole life.

As he shared these feelings with Krin, the ranger told him a story about an oath he had sworn in his own youth, and how the consequences of fulfilling that oath had cost him more than the honor was worth. He gave Styvn much wise council, and in the end advised him to do what his heart told him he must. And these were the decisions that Styvn made. He regretted the oath, but he would fulfill it no matter the cost.

He truly hoped the matter could be brought to a peaceful end, as he had made promises to people on the island to perform important tasks for them and he very much wanted to do so. He also was looking forward to traveling with Krin and learning from him in the future. He looked at Krin as he would an older brother, and he would not want to disappoint the ranger who he knew had high expectations of him. These things filled his thoughts and weighed heavily on his soul as he walked along his path. The path he had chosen. The rangers path.

Styvn-elf, Tel'Varataurie. -Clickedy- (player loggin = Thranduil Greenleaf) -Clickedy-

Roklynd Elendili-half elf, servant of Mielikki. (player loggin = Kun tao)

Theven Nimblfingers-halfling, lock & trap master. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

Bob Johnson-human, large meat shield. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Bor'el Greenleaf-elf, healer, priest of Corellon. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Edan Amandil-human, healer. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

John Smith-human, blacksmith. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)

Rosco Underhill-halfling, "Underhill family" hit man. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)[/color]

Kings are fools, and nations of men greater fools, to do the bidding of such men and be commanded by their pettiness.... and to die for their whims.
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Thranduil Greenleaf
10:03:15 AM 09/29/07

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Styvn told Akari he would find the Alpha Stag and bring it back to him. As he was following the tracks north from the area around the grove, he came upon a different set of tracks. These tracks were familiar to him. He had followed them for days along the sword coast. They were the tracks that led him to Thain. They belonged to Theven Nimblfingers.

The hins' tracks were about a day old, and they were still distinct enough for Styvn to recognize them. He followed them for some distance, remaining out of sight and moving quietly. Eventually they led into the dense underbrush not too far from the grove itself. Styvn pulled his rapier out of it's sheath and crept into the bushes where the tracks seemed to disappear. He slowly made his way deeper into the foliage until he spotted a small clearing. There was nobody in the clearing, but it was obvious this was where the hin had been camping.

From the looks of it, this was where he'd been sleeping since he first came to the island. It was a good spot, and well hidden from any of the paths in the area. The forest was so dense here that only the worst of storms would force any rain in. There was a small stream close by to be used as a water supply, and he'd built a very small campfire that would not be visible from anywhere nearby, even at night. No wonder Styvn couldn't find him in any of the inns around the crossroads.

He thought about waiting for the hin to return, but decided against it. He would find the stag for Akari, and then he would come back. Before he left, he searched the camp for any sign of hidden valuables, hoping maybe the gem was here. No such luck. The only thing Theven had left in the camp was some cooking pots and his bedroll. At least he knew the hin would be back here. This was his home at the present time. As Styvn left, he made sure there was no trace of his presence.

Styvn-elf, Tel'Varataurie. -Clickedy- (player loggin = Thranduil Greenleaf) -Clickedy-

Roklynd Elendili-half elf, servant of Mielikki. (player loggin = Kun tao)

Theven Nimblfingers-halfling, lock & trap master. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

Bob Johnson-human, large meat shield. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Bor'el Greenleaf-elf, healer, priest of Corellon. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Edan Amandil-human, healer. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

John Smith-human, blacksmith. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)

Rosco Underhill-halfling, "Underhill family" hit man. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)[/color]

Kings are fools, and nations of men greater fools, to do the bidding of such men and be commanded by their pettiness.... and to die for their whims.
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The stag was home again. Styvn had brought it to Akari, and spent some time talking to the ranger. Now it was time to find the hin. Styvn made his way back to the place in the forest where the hins' camp was located and moved silently into the brush. With his rapier in hand, he barely moved as he crept up on the campsite, slowly and without a sound. Theven was here..... and he was asleep.

There was just enough of the morning light in this thick part of the forest for Styvn to make out the scar on Theven's face. There was no mistake. This was who he came for. He gently laid the blade of his sword across the hins' neck, and spoke his name.

“Theven Nimblfingers?”

The thief's eyes opened, but he made no movement. He could feel the cold steel against his neck. “Eh? What's this? Who are you?”

“My name is Styvn Lasilamas. You took something that belongs to me, and I want it back.”

Theven blinked and slowly turned his head so he could see who he was talking to. “I've never seen you before in my life, M'lord”.

“No, you haven't. But you may remember coming upon a grizzly scene of death and destrucion a few weeks back, and helping yourself to a lot of things that didn't belong to you.”

As the memory flashed into his mind, all the color drained from Thevens' face and he swallowed hard. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again. “Do ya mean to kill me, then?”

“That depends.”

“You have my undivided attention, M'lord”

“One of the things you took was a small gem with a flaw in the center of it. Do you remember it?”

“Aye M'lord, I remember it.”

“Where is it, now?”

“I have it M'lord. It's sewn into the hem of my pant leg.”

Styvn let out a heavy sigh, and silently thanked the gods. “Then you may yet survive the day, mister Nimblfingers.”

Theven swallowed again, and let out a heavy sigh of his own. “I'd be 'appy to get it for you M'lord, if you'd just let me up so I can reach my dagger.”

“I think not. Not yet. First, you're going to take your pants off very slowly and carefully, and then hand them to me.”

“Sounds like a reasonable request M'lord, under the circumstances.” Theven very slowly removed his pants and carefully handed them to Styvn. “It's the right side M'lord. In the front of the hem.”

Keeping his sword on the hins' throat, Styvn felt the hem of the right pant leg, and he could just make out what did indeed feel like a small gem sewn into it. “I want you to take this,” Styvn handed the hin several feet of rope, “and tie your feet together with it. Make it snug.”

Theven nodded. “Aye M'lord, I see what you want.” He tied his feet together tightly, all the while with Styvn's blade against his neck.

“Now I'm going to take my sword away from your neck, and step back a couple of feet. If you make any sudden moves, I WILL kill you.”

“Aye M'lord. I'll be no trouble.”

“Now reach over very slowly, and pick up your dagger. Then I want you to cut that gem out of your pant leg. When you've finished, put the dagger back on the ground, and hand the gem to me.”

“Aye M'lord.” Theven did as he was told, and handed the gem to Styvn.

Styvn looked at the gem closely to make sure it was his, and indeed it was. He let out another heavy sigh. “There's just one more thing, Theven Nimblfingers, and then I'll be on my way.”

“Aye M'lord. Anything you wish.”

“Stay out of my sight. If you see me approaching, leave. If I enter a building you are in, leave. Never give me reason to look for you again. Understand?”

“Aye M'lord, agreed. M'lord ........I just want you to know........ if I'd known, or had any idea there was anyone left to claim those things, I'd of never taken them. I swear it.”

With that, Styvn nodded at the hin and disappeared into the forest.

Styvn-elf, Tel'Varataurie. -Clickedy- (player loggin = Thranduil Greenleaf) -Clickedy-

Roklynd Elendili-half elf, servant of Mielikki. (player loggin = Kun tao)

Theven Nimblfingers-halfling, lock & trap master. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

Bob Johnson-human, large meat shield. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Bor'el Greenleaf-elf, healer, priest of Corellon. (player loggin = Kun Tao)

Edan Amandil-human, healer. (player loggin = Gregor Wyrmbane)

John Smith-human, blacksmith. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)

Rosco Underhill-halfling, "Underhill family" hit man. (player loggin = Gregor Wrymbane)[/color]

Kings are fools, and nations of men greater fools, to do the bidding of such men and be commanded by their pettiness.... and to die for their whims.
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