Role Playing Story Chapter 4: Infiltration and Liberation

[slightly aboveaverage man]

As the red sun broke over the mountains of the east, a now diminished group of heroes sat in an untended field, readying for their mission to liberate an entire race; they were oddly calm for the task they were about to embark upon. Forming a semicircle were Delmenon the Barbarian, sitting crosslegged, his eyebrows knitted with concentration; Jericho the Windrider, hands moving quickly about a set of shackles, removing and adding small pieces to the primitive constraints; Talos the Drow of the Shadows, standing ever at the ready by their fourth member; Tamona the Dark Princess (Ooc: Or priestess, I can't remember which she is), watching the others curiously, as well as looking uncertainly at the shackles.

"There." Jericho said aloud as he fitted one final piece in place. He turned to Tamona. "I've removed the locking mechanism in the shackles, so you should be able to convincingly hold them in place with your powers without actually being restrained by them."

he pointed to a small metal capsule conected to where the shackle met the chain. "This capsule contains a small amount of murcury, I have no doubt that you should be able to use this as a weapon or a tool at some point should you need it."

Jericho stood and placed the restraints in front of Tamona, who already had changed into the garb of a prisoner. "Everything you need to give the appearance of capture, and usefull weapons in and of themselves." He then looked to Delmenon. "How soon until you can modify our appearances?"

[Dragonsbane]

Delmenon opened one eye, looking up at Jericho and the others....despite the fact that even sitting, he wasn't that much shorter than the two drow. "I'm ready now, if the rest of you are......shapeshifting wasn't the hard part, just assuming the form of a creature associated with the Air element was." he stood up, stretching, his immense muscles rippling impressively, "Everyone ready?" he asked

[videogamerz2000]

Off in a distant forest, on the edge of a plain....
A lumbering ogre flew out of the forest and charged onwards, through the grassy fields. On his shoulder, a elf clung onto one of the necks of the two-headed ogre. They had been wandering for days, searching for means of other life in the surrounding area. A lone village peered on the horizon.
"Faster!!" cried the elf, enjoying the ride with the summer air blowing through his silver hair. How he had enjoyed the gentle breeze. When was the last time he felt the wind in his hair? It didn't really matter.
After trekking for a few hours, the elf and ogre came over a hilltop close to the town. The elf hopped off of the lumbering ogre and rested his hands on his hips. He looked at the town. Empty....
"How strange..." the elf told the ogre. One head of the lumbering being looked at the view for a moment and stared coldly at the town. "Destroyed?" it belowed.
"Not quite....." replied the elf. The buildings were intact, signs blew in the wind and stands in the market place were still full of goods. The duo (or trio) entered the village and walked around. Scott stuffed his bag full of food (for the road ahead) and constantly checked each house.
Empty.
Empty.
And more empty houses.
The elf shrugged and turned to the ogre, drinking from the local well. "We should leave now..... to the north...." the elf said, not knowing at all what would lie on the road ahead....

"We've been ready," replied Tamona. "Should we send Talos in first? He doesn't require a disguise."

[slightly aboveaverage man]

Jericho looked to Delmenon. "I am ready. At your disgression my friend."

Before Delmenon acted, Jericho turned to the female Drow, then looked to Talos. "It would be the wisest course of action. Talos, you will move in and infiltrate along our vector, we will follow ten minutes behind you. If you find that Gwaethir is there before we arrive, find some way to alert us without being noticed, then get the hell out of there."

"Right." Talos became a mass of Shadow and flew away at high speed.

[dementedmongoose]

"North?." Cho'Gond queried. "Why North?" he asked again, picking up the elf and convincing his brother's leg to run(something he had been working on for years.) They stopped in a large field so that the brothers could get a meal of sixteen cows, eight sheep, nine horses, and one field mouse, then recommenced their run.

[secretskull]

Jack and Lance were walking Jack was thinking to himself. "what will we do while the others go to the avariel city" they had already been walking several hours when in the distance they saw a large and another smaller figure beside it coming their way "hey lance lets go investigate"

[Dragonsbane]

Gwaethir was nowhere near the Avariel city, he was too busy destroying the entire armed forces of a large port city, then killing off their strongest warriors one by one, enjoying himself thoroughly.

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Delmenon spread his hands, eyes closing in concentration as he began to chant. A green-brown aura surrounded him, and he reached out to place a hand on Jericho's shoulder, spreading the glow to him too. He began to shrink, becoming smaller and slighter, hunching over slightly as wings began to grow from his back. His hair became longer and less bristly, falling over his shoulders, turning a nondescript shade of brown. Jericho changed too, but less dramatically because of his smaller build.

[slightly aboveaverage man]

Jericho shuddered after the transformation took place. "That was incredibly... Weird." He then stood an extended his hand to Tamona.

"If you are ready, I will take us there." he said, simutaniously preparing the winds to take them to the City of the Averael.