from the trees?!

[wolfblade]

sitting high in an old tree a manish figure muttering seemingly to himself.
"well Iorn Bough, I somehow got caught up with the jovians and now i have to play the goon. i dont know what this means for the forest's return but who ever poses the threat will die all the same." turning his head and listening he responds promptly " yes i am still looking for this orn gwaith you spake of but i still think the trents and dryaids should awaken and fight. but you lead them you old ent but the time has come for the tree people to untite other wise they might end up being crushed by the coming revolt. the peasents talk, remnants of the forces that were swatted aside now regroup. i tell you this the fighting in the city hasnt even begun and when it tears itself apart and when that happens its bad news for the woodland. we have to stop the city from internal fighting it must remain stable otherwise our hopes are gone. the injured keep coming i will heal them for a price they know this but i doubt they understand what we will ask of them later. haroom friend.
scaling down the tree he picks up his satchel of herbs and waits for any one to approach him for his services.

[wolfblade]

(OOC)someone please respond this is open forum for RP located in the great wood South of MM)))

[Aris, Chaos Dwarf]

Aris sniffed the air, and smelt the arid tang of sweat. Somewhere in the woods was someone... though threat or not was yet to be determined.

He had entered the woods only a few moments before and was wholly disgusted by the smell of life about him. He made a mental note that this would be a prime place for firewood in the not to distant future. There were spirits here, wild and uncontested,

The Black Hammered was freed from it's harness, and was now clenched in one muscular fist, with all the bloody elves that seem to be around these parts, one couldn't be to careful. This area of the woods was different, he knew he was being watched, the pulsating vein that entwined the handle of his Black Hammer began to pulse, he could hear the voice of the bound daemon within calling for murder, to drink the life essence of the woodland spirits. If he was any weaker a dwarf... but he was not, the temptations remained but only faintly.

He continued to walk forward, slowly and purposefully. Ahead of him a figure in the darkness, all he could see was the silhouette. Weapons? maybe, the smell of metal was about him, but that could be a hundred things...

His fist tightened round the half of his Black Hammer, The daemon screamed in unbound joy at the notion of combat. And though Aris reveled the thought of combat himself, with negotiations underway, there can't be any needless deaths...

"Odd place ta be take'n a rest, stranga', Name yeh self, and if ye got a blade, best be see'n it. I don't tolerate no elven like tricks."

[wolfblade]

"Aris? have no fear of me" stepping out revealing his 6'5" figure human but with elven and other accents in a now stained cream over tuinic green cloak breeches and head band ,and brown under tunic " i may have elven blood but i was raised proper, come have a drink with me. IM afraid all i have is dwarven mushroom spirits under a century old, hope you dont mind?"

[Aris, Chaos Dwarf]

"I'd gladly kill an elven blood where 'eh stands..."

He spun his hammer once, then slipped it it to his back in it's strap hold.

"...But e'ry dwarf has his exceptions to deh rules. No need to offer me yar spirits, got me own"

Aris stepped forward, and sat down next to the tall tree, eying it up and scowling at it's overflowing life energies. He pulled out his horn and took a hard pull. This forest didn't want him here, any less then a deer didn't want a wolf in it's bedding. Couldn't blame it, Chaos Dwarves were known to go through forests by the month. The fires of Hashut must never die, be they fueled with the spirits of forest, slave, or enemy.

"I keep what I said lad, what ya doin' in the midst of dese rutty woods?"

[wolfblade]

UN-stopping the strong bottle he takes a Head then sets it down.
"i have a business proposition for you,i know dwarves are fine smiths that can make magick weapons without using magick. I need a weapon powerful enough to destroy an artifact in return after the artifact is destroyed i will offer a Jewel to you . this is no ordinary Jewel it is an elemental gem of fire capable of any type of flame imaginable.maybe hot enough for plenty to use on mithril adamantine or even dragon bone. may hot enough to fire a great forge and may save a forest or two" smiling at Aris
"this forest unnerves you so Ive seen it on your face. you think this is s good place to get fire wood but thought better of it. That was wise of you master dwarve because any who harm a tree in the center of this forest will face an army of ents dryads and other things of the forest. it awakens and it is angry at all the fighting of the humans. were do humans get their tools the weapons the materials for repairs ? The wood. in fact we are sitting under an ent right now not the head Ent Iron Bough no this big one is far to young. What say you on all this?"

[Aris, Chaos Dwarf]

"This forest is older den ya know, an' this forest knows me kin. And aye, it hates me as much as I bloody hate it. A many hundreds of years ago, b'fore any of what you know existed, we 'ad destroyed the sister forest of dis one. Dem wood spirits fought, dey came in droves, dey came in force, but our flames devoured them. We drank der souls like I drink dis mead."

He drew in a long shot as if to prove his point.

"You don know much 'bout me, yourself, and ye are askin' a great boon with de creation of a weapon in which ye speak. Not to me of course, oh no, it wouldn't be hard at all ta make. But de way you speak, de blade would need ta be at de top of me craft, an de question I 'ave to ask, is 'ow much you willing to lose. Tell me lad, would ya sacrifice your soul? I'm speak'n not in rhyme, the blade ya ask will devour ye very essence, it will do it slowly, painfully, but such is the price of power ye need. If you choose it, there would be no turning back."

He took another swig and grinned.

"Dwarves are excellent smiths, Chaos Dwarves... our brand o' goods is far more powerful an' only fer dose dat have the truest of faith behind der convictions. If yer not such, take back ye request now an' ne'er bring it up. Teh break it down for ya lad, Damnation for ye self and salvation for ye people, or leave it to chance. Deh choice is up teh ye of course..."

[wolfblade]

" i am part demon and a blood mage if its souls its needing thats no problem, as for draining me i care not because my very nature will infect the weapon too! my soul is unstable because i have two parts of it the me that is here and Barnzul the white haired demon my bloodlust and curse. add to the fact i will feed it my fathers demonic soul it would be pleased for a short time maby a year at most with his but until then i am strong enough to pay this price and as agreed You will become the Hero of your people and unintentionally the forests after my fathers death for you will have The Eye Of The Nine Hells to power the dwarven forges for all time if not over heat them. in short i accept and agree If you can make me this weapon. soon there will only be one artifact of Mittel March they might even commend you for making the weapon that destroys this artifact if you want mention when they ask who made such a powerful thing"

[Aris, Chaos Dwarf]

"B'fore I up an agree ta make dis for ya, ya best be tell'n be bout dis artifact."

He took a swig and wiped some moisture from his mustache. Must be important if he's so willing to sell a soul to it. Regardless, he needed to know where he was going with this, how would it retie the strings of fate? Every action must be done to further the grand plan...

"Don't wan' me to go make'n ya a weapon dat's going to be the perfect tool fer a diffren' job. And why so bent on this, lad? Der are a hundred other's yeh probably o't and want dead. Why dis artifact?"

[wolfblade]

"it is to destroy azoths gate"

[Aris, Chaos Dwarf]

Aris thought for a moment... this wasn't just some wily piece of steel, or rock... but...

"Tell ye what... Come teh me, in three moons, I'll 'ave a weapon for yah that'll do teh job. Just remember ye payment, the gem, and a soul..."

Aris capped his horn and slung it too his side.

"But, if I'm teh be make'n dis, I best be off. Good eve, an' good luck."

With that, Aris turned face and began to leave the woods, considering what was about to happen and how close it would bring the grand plans that much closer to fruition...

[wolfblade]

With a booming shout" HAROOOOOMINA HAROOOOM" the trees parted for Aris and gave what might be a treeish bow
"To hasten your journy master Dwarve. I hope to have some army or allies to take my fathers citidel and your gem. If not ill have to fight Hells army all alone! Sounds fun does it not!"

[Gosh'en]

"Indeed it does sound like fun." This strange, new voice came from the branches of a near by tree. "But umm... I think you will need more then your heritage and this strange weapon that you seek. And no amount of allies can fight its way through such a place. What you need is a plan, a well devised plan. But that of course is assuming you wish to succeed. You could be in fact looking to make a point to someone by being an example of an utter failure. In which case you are doing a very good job. Congrats!" After saying this the voice started whistling as if nothing had happened.

[wolfblade]

"hrm, that voice sounds familiar? was it not the scream of a jester who got shot in the arse whilst the Jovian took mittel march by arms! Hark-en now Fool , do you plan to whistle in the trees or offer plan better than raising a citadel?

[Gosh'en]

"First of all," replied the somewhat agitated jester, " I didn't scream. It was more of a drawn out yell. Second, all I wanted was some coffee beans! But when I went to cross the bridge there was a huge crowd trying to get in. I get half-way across, then they attacked me and when I finally got across the bridge everyone was like 'kill the king' and all that. Nobody would give me directions, then someone said 'follow me' and instead of taking me to the market he took me to the docks where people were getting in boats. Then of all the indecent things, someone goes and shots me in the rear. And finally, I do plan on whistling in this tree all day unless somebody can help get me down from here."
Then after a lot of the branches shaking he continued in a slightly more agitated tone, "I mean why don't we find more elves stuck in trees? Their always dancing amongst the trees. Why did it have to be me? Or did I take that saying too literately?"

[wolfblade]

"ash drop him!"

[Gosh'en]

With a note of panic in his voice, "Wait! No! Lets talk this throuuu...ahhh!" After a few moments of banging around the branches, he landed with a huge 'thud' and an 'uhf' followed by a long string of profanities. Then he after dusting himself off he rushes over to Wolfblade and takes off his hat in exaggerated if not somewhat stiff bow. "Thank you kind sir, I shall remember this till the end of time." As he rubs his back. "My name is Nekro Aegris of Arcadia. But where are my manners. How about a feast?" He then pulls out of his hat a table, two chairs, dinnerware, a roasted chicken, a bottle of something that he throws away after close inspection, and all sorts of food. He then jumps onto his chair and proceeds to eat a chicken leg in one hand and drink wine from a gem-studded goblet in the other. Gesturing with the chicken leg he says, " eat, drink, and be merry my fine sir!"

[wolfblade]

sitting down he smiles. " as an immortal i need not eat nor breath. but i thank you for the offer but there is a much more suitable place to the south a bit if your interested."

[Gosh'en]

Before Nekro could begin to give an answer. Three arrows pounded into Wolfblade's chest, another arrow slams into Nekro's chair, while a fifth arrow hits the chicken knocking it off the table and into the mud. A company of twelve Mittlemarch rebels jump out of the forest with weapons drawn and charges at Nekro. "Ha, good shot boys," said the leader of the company, "you got the big guy now there is only that pathetic jester!" With unbridled rage Nekro screams, "nobody ruins my FOOD!" Leaping from his chair, he charges the company with abandon and without any weapons.
Dodging an ax stroke, he grabs the haft with his left hand and twists the ax out of its owner's hand as he slams his right fist into the man's throat. The man falls to the ground, gagging with his windpipe crushed. The, now, eleven rebels are somewhat taken aback but they soon recover and renew their attack. Nekro grabs the next attacker's spear then brings the ax down on the elf's head. Now armed with both the ax and the spear he races right for the captain. Blocking a man's sword with his spear he slams his ax into the chest of another rebel. Leaving the ax in the man's chest, he whips the butt of the spear up into the swordsman's face. Taking the sword out of his hand, he blocks a stroke from a dwarf and stabs him with the spear. But there are too many for him to overcome. They circle around him knowing that there is no place for him to run.

[wolfblade]

a lighting chain rips through the remaining men cooking them in their armor as the corpses thud to the ground in a Erie unison. the smell of cooked flesh wafts up into the air.
"We should get going, the wolves haven't been on the hunt for awhile" he plucks the last arrow from his chest and heads south " you take too much time to kill the rabble sick mans dream, but come now we don't want to ruin the next meal here!"

[wolfblade]

*touching a tree he murmered*
let the human go he means no evil