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[Galthol]

*Now this is the first post in my Message Board Story Writing Exercise. Remember the rules posted in my other Thread. Any questions PM me*

"The tavern is crowded to night" Mog Ruith remarked to the innkeeper. "I have not seen it this buzy for quite some time, something is going to happen I can feel it"

"Indeed" replied the innkeeper "There is something in the air. Great stirrings in the wind do not bode well for the kingdom"

"You speak truly" Mog Ruith stated. He did not know the innkeepers name no-one did. He had been threre for a while, the only half-elf besides Ruith himself to live in that part of Hibernia. "I think I shall fare well this night" He said as he stroked his flute case. Ruith was one of the best bards in the kingdom, He knew instincivly how to mold a story to suit his audinece and how to pick just the right note out of the air.

"Your due up on stage now." The voice of the innkeeper rang thourgh Ruith's mind. Ruith got up from his chair by the fire walked up to the stage and began to play.

*Now remember you do not have to be in the inn you can be anywhere in the land you imangine*

[Leto]

Nerevar was cold, he didn't remember the last time he had slept by a warm fire. Actually he couldn't even remember the last time he slept in a house, or the last time he had a house, if he ever did. No, he thought to himself, I can't get caught up thinking about the past.

Nerevar had just spent the past hour hiding out in the high branches of a large oak tree overlooking the great Fortress of Hibernia. He could see the guards best from this perch. And the fact that they couldn't see him was an added bonus. He was low on mana and was very thankful for this pause in the nightly chase as it was giving him a chance to recharge some. He wasn't completely resting though. His eyes remained locked on the Fortress guards who had been chasing him, as usual, the hour previous. While this distracted him from focusing fully on recharging his mana, it was necessary. It would be nice to have some of my throwing stars right about now, he thought, but then again if I still had them, there would be 12 more men out searching for me rather than lying dead on the ground and it would-
Nerevar heard the twang of an arrow being fired and reflexivly homed in on the archers position just in time to dodge the arrow. As it flew harmlessly by him he reached out mentally and connected with the arrow and altered its course slightly so that it went through one of the guards nearby. Smiling to himself at his quick creativity he turned invisible and ran off down to the path before the guards could react.

He continued down the path the rest of the night, pausing only to rest and avoid other patrols. As dawn neared, Nerevar spotted a puff of smoke on top of a hill nearby. He decided to investigate and as he got closer, he realized that it was a tavern. Nerevar was tired and assumed he had avoided all possible trouble with the Fortress guard long ago, so he decided to risk a look in the tavern. As he entered he spotted a shadowy corner perfect for observing without really being noticed. He took a seat there and watched as a Bard took the stage at the front of the tavern.

[I assume this kind of thing was what you had in mind Galthol? If not let me know and I'll modify]

[Galthol]

Ruith looked up as the man entered the Tavern. He had the look of a man who has had a hard life and traveled far. Ruith started to weave a story for the man, he had the feeling that their destinys lay together at least for a while.

Ruith spun a story of adventure and travel and gold. He hinted at thougts of weairness and giveing up but he urged his story onward to further adventure and fame. The audinece was riveted, hooked on his every word. Ruith stopped.

"Thats is all their is, this story is not finished yet it is still happening, look to the future to find what happens" Rutih said noteing the disgruntlement of the patrons. The innkeeper raised an eyebrow at Ruith, who nodded back and began to play a soothing melody on his flute as the patorns went back to thier drinks.