OOC : I would appreciate it if people would not bring in elements of planeshift to this story. I want it to be as original as possible, and using somebody elses idea can sometimes work but not in this case. If your to say Lemur just say elf instead. Also I believe Rhett had a claymore not a mace, and to avoid these kind of mistakes it would be good if at the end of the post put in an inventory stating all items Rhett has. : OOC

Hilloc and Rhett with Joshua in his arms until, he felt like walking, maintained a slow crawl in the dark, being careful not to arouse the suspicion of elfin patrols. They had almost stumbled on such a patrol shortly after rescuing Joshua.
This continued for almost an hour before Hilloc hissed in despair.

\"This is futile! We aren\'t getting anywhere. We have to light a torch.\" He grumbled miserably.

\"That would be a great way of avoiding patrols now wouldn\'t it?\" Whispered Rhett, voice dripping with sarcasm.

\"We can take them! All we have to do is light one torch, and head towards higher ground. I\'m sure we\'ve been going in circles for a while now.\"

After a lengthy argument Rhett conceded and lit a torch.
They were startled to see a small elfin girl standing in front of them.

\"You don\'t belong down here, no, no I must tell father, yes, I must tell father.\"


Inventory:

Steel Claymore
Finely Tailored but worn clothing
125 Florins
Torch

OOC : Thanks for posting guys, all input is good input. Btw, there might be Meridians but only if I really see a need for it, and good idea chestar, a nice action scene at the very beginning of a story is different and good to read.
I\'ll add an inventory as soon as it\'s necessary. : OOC

Rhett collapsed onto his worn armchair and wept. He was about to fall asleep when he heard a faint sound, barely a whisper.

\"Rhett? Are... you there? I feel... faint\"

\"Popuri! You\'re alive?!\"

Rhett rushed down towards the bookcase and heaved it off her fragile crushed body. There was hope yet but he needed to get her to a healer very quickly.

\"I think I need s-some tea\" Popuri mumbled.

Rhett half ran to the kitchen and put on a kettle.
They were sitting together next to the fire, when Rhett realised she needed help.

He slung her gently over his shoulder and walked slowly towards the door. He trudged for around half a kilometre to the local healers house, in the commercial section of town.
He walked up to her oak door and knocked heavily on the door.

\"Hello? What... oh yes I am a healer aren\'t I... come in then\"

A small woman only five foot tall opened the door and gasped.
\"Oh Rhett I\'ll get bandages and then begin the healing process. Make yourself comfortable.\"

Rhett walked Popuri towards the healer who took her to a room leading off.
Rhett sank onto a couch feeling extremely miserable, and not at all comfortable in the healers highly perfumed house knowing that his three month old son had been kidnapped and his wife was dealing with several broken bones.

An hour or so later the healer came out with a mug of broth for Rhett and a blanket.

\"She\'s going to be fine, nothing permanent, though she will have to stay overnight.\"

Rhett breathed out in a sigh of relief.

\"Now you should get some rest young man!\"

He sat back down and tried to get sleep but failed until past midnight.

He woke up uncomfortable and worried. He pulled on his pants and rushed in to see Popuri.

OOC :     This is basically going to be the same as the first Little Experiment post except with a different storyline. If you want the details of how to post have a look at the original Little Experiment thread. The difference will be that you don\'t have to end the post with choices, you simply continue on from the last.
Good Luck!      : OOC



After a long hard day Rhett pulled off his worn leather boots and sunk into his worn armchair.  

He had a very tiring life, though his newborn son was changing that.
Rhett was grandmaster of the Guild of Glory, a guild that accepted all races, ages, genders and political views. They existed purely to boost commerce and protect  the people of Kelsey Shire, a prospering trade center right next to the sea and a three or so kilometres from the largest river in the country, Yanslick.
His son was being born into the most wealthy and successful family in Kelsey Shire, though Rhett wasn\'t as thrilled with that fact as he ought to have been. He was a simple man, who enjoyed sleeping in, good food and his wife Popuri, though his parents and grandparents and great parents before them were ruthless traders, and landed their only son in the middle of a guild he had no desire to run.

He was seriously considering retiring, and he was only 21 years old.
Popuri came up and layed her arms around his shoulders.

You deduce that talking to Erendas and finding secure shelter is more pressing. You, Erendas and Reven head quickly out of the tavern and towards the outer alleys and backstreets.

\"Jelko, we are going to my workshop. No one but me has ever seen it, and you are very lucky indeed for me to be forging you a weapon.
We will have to purchase horses, it\'s quite a ways out of town.\"

After getting three small mountain horses you hasten towards the rocky outcrops of outer Hydlaa.

Only an hour or so passes before you hear the slightest rustle in the scrub.

\"Duck!!\" Yells Erendas as a poisoned throwing knife glides over where your head was but a moment before.
The assassin leaps lightly onto your horse and drags you backwards. A bright white flash sears your eyes and penetrates into your skull.


\"Jelko?\"


\"Are you alright?\"


Faces. Your vision is wavering and all you can see is two blurred faces. Unfamiliar but... You remember. You were in the tavern, Erendas and Reven came after the elves. You purchased horses and rode until...

\"Why... they were assassinating me? The scryers? This is getting serious...\" You mutter as you remember the white flash.

\"I used a stunning spell, I\'m quite sorry I would have directed it at the elf but I was startled. Yes, it seems you are becoming part of a conspiracy... Anyway give me a look at that tusk..\" Says Erendas.

You hand it over and he strokes it, examining the almost stone, almost

(ooc) If anyone had the skill I think it would be excellent if somebody perhaps made this story into a game? I would but I don\'t know how to program.

I have no idea what to write after that post i\'ll write again after somebody else. (ooc)

(ooc) Umm...

I\'m really sorry Adeli, I was just having a bad day and was pretty stupid in that post. I agree with a lot of what you say and by the way your a pretty good writer. I think a medallion and an amulet in the same scene is a bit over the top though. And also Jalko and then Jesko?
No hard feelings though ok? Oh and I do read thank you very much. Dune, Lotr, Raymond Feist and Harry Potter series aren\'t childrens books. Back to the story. (ooc)
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You think it would be wiser to inform Jesko of Anath\' Cyren and then continue on to the swamps as there is no hurry.

You read out the letter to Jesko.

He gasps and falls slowly back into a chair.

\"So they\'re back... This is not a good sign. The scryers of time were an ancient organisation of highly trained elfin assassins, who had the ability to see the future and past. They also had the power to fire highly propelled poison darts through time at their opponents.
That the scryers havereformed is not good news...
I suggest you continue immediately to the swamps. We will need the strongest armed forces possible and that dwarf can help you be part of that force.\"

Do you go to the swamps or stock up on supplies?

You drop back behind a corner, pull out your bow as with a low whistle of the arrow you pierce your friends captor in the eye with precision and force you didn\'t know you had. You then rush into the fray, grasp your friends wrist and climb up a ladder onto the roof. There is a large pile of fire wood.
You hurl a few logs into the frenzied fighting and knock out several elves.
They realise know that you are a foe to be feared and retreat into the tunnels. On the ground you spy a small medallion depicting a coin and a lightning bolt. You rush down and grab it.
\"Thanks. By the way you\'ve lost your mem\'ry \'av\'n\'t ya? Well my names Grash and yours my old friend is Jalko.\"
After checking his and Grash\'s wounds, Jalko wandered around the streets checking fallen elves for money and valuables. After doing his rounds he had 365 trias and 479 more from cashing their clothes at the clothier and bought himself a set of steel armour for 450 tria and swapped his sword and 200 trias for a long broad sword made from a dark metal unknown to him. As he headed towards Grash\'s house a small wrinkled man offered to buy the creatures tusk for 5000 tria.
Do you sell the tusk and make a killing or save it and head towards your mates house. (you see the blonde woman off in the distance)

Inventory:

444 trias
Broad Sword
Shortbow
Quiver with 23 arrows
Decent clothes
Creatures tusk
Medallion
Steel suit of armour


BTW if you don\'t agree with the names I chose feel free to suggest something different. I thought the main character finally needed a name already .