Markus Berger wrote:Markus asks the Coalition Major for a word alone.
"Major, if you can give me a minute."
Away from the others, he looks away, towards the ley line.
"While we were out there we saw some people getting out of town, very quickly if you ask me as if they had stolen property from a dangerous third party. Seems like they went north west to leave a false trail, and then went south. I don't know what was their final destination. Maybe if they are chased at high speed they can be found. I like you guys, and I would like to help if I can. And I hope you like me and avoid doing something that put us at odds. I would regret that. We, humans, are very few to fight among ourselves."
The Major follows Markus giving the coalition full conversion borg a nod that seems to say
stay put. After listening to Markus, Major Fitzbad's eye's grow wide...
" You saw them? Was one that Carol lady, she usually maintained the storage room for the general store..." His voice drops even lower,
" I think she might have been a representative for the black market." He pauses, mulling Markus' words over,
" But you said some and they... How many, and do you have their names?" The major pulls out a map of the area and a flashlight, he hands Markus a grease pen. Very anxiously he asks Markus,
" Please mark it on the Map... I know I promised to help you with the vampire, but I need to recover that data." He sighs pointing to the Borg,
" I can leave you Gunny and grease, both handy in a fight, especially Gunny against vampires with his chain-sword. If I can get back in time, Tommy and I will meet back up with you."
Jude Maverick wrote:
Jude grabbed a large mug of the local ale and a plate of steak and found a recliner next to the fire. when Thistle got the old elf and Baby Krave settled in, he pulled her down onto his lap.
“You look beat, luv,” Jude said sympathetically. “Been through a lot today, with your dad and all… I’m sorry.” He caressed her cheek lightly. “Just relax.” The chair was big enough she could squeeze in with him if she didn’t mind being cozy, and he got a second plate and drink for her to join him.
Thistle does look worn out, but Krave is snuggled softly against her. From everyhting Jude has seen about the two, they are made for each other. She gives Jude a weak smile trying to be strong,
" Some days you want to just forget..." She stares into his eyes,
" But today is not one of them."
Jude Maverick wrote:
“So we have Lucretia’s toothy admirer tonight. Do we have what we need for that? I have a wooden cross stake, and that’s about it,” he admitted. “I’d rather not be that up close and personal to use it, though.”
Bane wrote:
Bane walks into The Lady and goes to talk to Jude when he notices the old elf and he just stands there as his face screws up for a moment before it hits him that he was seeing his old mentor, Elrond Hub. "ELROND!!! YOU'RE ALIVE!!! You look like you've been through hell, what happened?" Bane excitedly exclaimed before concern crept into his voice. He looks to the bartender and shouts "Bartender, a bottle of your finest Elven Wine, and drinks all around!" Sitting Elrond and himself down, he explains that he became a member of the Dweomer Defense Force as an investigator until about a month ago.
Elrond pauses a split second before grasping Bane in a hug long overdue. Tears are streaming down the old elf's face. He gesture's to Jude warmly,
" Thanks to that man there. No aptitude for the great art..." Elrond Hub chuckles as he wipes away tears of releif and joy,
" Just the perfect imbecile to rescue me."
Elrond Hub bows deeply to Jude, and solemnly tells him,
" If my some circumstance you need assistance, you may always call on me and I will come to your aid... Even if it were to seek Duriel himself whom sits on a throne of fire-soaked skulls."
Elrond sits and sips what Durbin brings out ( Not Elven wine, but bottom shelf something blue). His eyes though tired remain focused on his protegee as he tells him of his time in the defense force. He holds up a hand after a bit.
" My Protegee turned master it would seem. Banethro, do you remember during the war I found you..." He shudders slightly,
" We spoke of one thing, perhaps you thought me a lunitic... They found me and the great council bid me to fashion a ring... I did not realize whom it was for, and its purpose until it was almost too late."
He smiles and takes another sip. Softly he continues,
" It was a master vampire, an ancient one perhaps one of the first. The council was blind to his manipulations. They meant to bind the ring to a dragon king's spirit shadow! At the last forging I placed a horrible curse into the ring, binding the vampire to the creature, as long as the creature remained docile it would forever be bound to be near to such a surreptitious slime!."
He chuckles slightly sips some more.
" I suppose I never had a chance after that. Every fish has a bigger one behind it I suppose. I was placed in that chamber for years, slowly the demonic heart, our plane's embodiment of Duriel's metaphysical heart-" He stops again shuddering, his eyes droop, and flutter, but he shakes his head relaxing against the couch.
" But Banethro that is behind and the blue world moves forward."