Archive for October, 2009
The sky was clear and full of stars. Fireflies were just waking from their long days slumber.
“As the lights of the heavens dance above, so does the light of mortals dance below”
Lodur said, watching the fireflies beginning to bob and sway. He walked down the dock and towards the Inn that lay at it’s end. He had stayed here long ago after the Exodar first crashed. He remembered it as a peaceful place, someplace a person could unwind and spend a restful evening. The dock was clear tonight, there would be no more charters to Menethiel until the morning.
He strode into the inn and up to the counter. The inn keeper, an Elf who had not seen the ravages of war and still bore innocence in here eyes took his coin for both a bed and meal. His meal was a healthy serving of Sand Crawler stew and fresh Moonberry Juice. Lodur ate it happily, a home cooked meal was just what he needed after his boat ride here. After he finished his meal, he stacked his bowls and cups and thanked the inn keeper, leaving a little extra coin behind for her. He made his way up to the top level of the inn and found a bed. With a contented sigh he fell upon the bed. The sound of the waves and the gentle sound of the night’s insects was beginning to lull Lodur to sleep.
Lodur was startled awake by a crash no more then a few feet from his bed. Quickly he leapt from the bed at the ready, brandishing his shield and mace and drawing the power of earth around him to shield him. He had arose so the bed was between him and the ruckus, at the ready he scanned the room. Seeing no immediate threat he lowered his shield and mace, but kept his Earth Shield up.
“Oi! Ye damned goat! Dinna ye eva see a Dwarf stook on ‘er back b’for? ‘lil help be appreciated!”
Lodur looked down on the other side of the bed and saw a Female Dwarf stuck on her back with a pack nearly three times her size pinning her down. If not for the constant stream of obscenities flowing from her mouth Lodur mused it would be a cute and comical scene. He dropped his shield and bent over to help the Dwarf onto her feet.
“Thanks, but dinna ye get any bright ideas abou’ me owin’ ya! Ah ain’t that type of lady!”
She brushed herself off, dropped the bag and sat heavily on a bed close to Lodur’s.
“Don’t worry,” Lodur said in a calm and even voice “I don’t have any bright ideas involving you,” he looked at her and smirked “you’re simply not my type.”
The comment earned a snicker from the diminutive figure
“Ah see yeh have a sense of humor, tha’s good. Names Yeva, me friends call me ‘V’, tha’ be if’in I had any friends.”
She offered her hand, Lodur shook it politely.
“My name is Lodur, My friends call me…” He paused thinking of some of the more… colorful names his guild had referred to him as over the year “well… just call me Lodur. Packed for a long journey I see.”
Lodur motioned to the pack next to the bed. Yeva looked at it and snorted
“Tha’? Nah, it’s me bag of spoils.” She opened the bag to show bits of cloth, armor, weapons and coin. ” ’bout once a fortnight I sneak inna Black fathoms an’ rob those cultish bastages blind.”
Lodur narrowed his eyes, he was not fond of thieves and cutthroats. Noticing the shift in his demeanor, Yeva quickly responded
“Dinna yeh worry her pretty lil’ horned head. Ah dinna kill any o’em and Ah give most of me spoils back to the alliance for the war relief. Ah ain’t a front line fighter, but Ah still be likin’ to help.”
Lodur studied her features for any tells, any sign of the lie, but found none. She seemed genuine enough and didn’t break contact with his eyes when they locked. He relaxed a little then. He watched as she tore off her soft soled boots, stretching and wiggling her toes
“Ah’ma headin to the wetlands in the morning. They be wanting to check the goods makin’ sure there ain’t no Horde magic on it and such. Apparently had a nasty scare when a lowly rogue brought back a rune stone thinkin’ he done good, only for Stormwind ta be findin’ a demon at their door steps. Yeh might have heard of it, Doom Lord Kazsomethingorother, tweren’t pretty.”
Lodur sat back down and dropped his earth shield.
“Yes I heard about that. Unsavory business, details are still unclear as to whether he was beaten back or just got bored. I’ve… dealt with him before. Resilient even by demon standards.”
Yeva nodded and then flopped down onto the bed, laying on her side to look at lodur.
“Well, looks like we be bunk mates t’night. Where yeh headed?”
Lodur eased back propping himself up against the headboard letting out a sigh and release the last of his tensions. He could tell her his plan so far, there was no harm in that.
“I’m heading to Northrend. My guild is already up there. I want to join the expedition to bring down the Lich King.”
Yeva yawned sleepily.
“Northrend eh? Canna say ah’ve been up that ways. My cousin’s a ship’s hand on the Northspear though. I could get yeh a ride up north ways. Hell maybe ah’ll tag along, yeh look like yeh could use the company, and ah’m right bored down ‘ere.”
Lodur set his mace down and reached into his pouch to grab the totem that would act as Sentry for the night.
“Sure,” he said as he turned back towards Yeva “wouldn’t mind the compan…” Lodur’s voice trailed off as he heard the snoring coming from the bed next to him. Lodur smiled and stood up, pulling Yeva’s blanket up over her shoulders and then settling into his own bed, setting his Sentry Totem down next to him.
Been a while since I’ve had a travelling companion, Lodur thought to himself, but I still don’t know if she’s on the level. One day at a time I suppose.
Lodur drifted off to sleep, in the morning he would be one step closer to Northrend.