Role Play story stuff

 Katara noticed something strange with Demigod. He was not right.

“We should leave.” he said. Katara nodded. She flicked her blond hair behind her shoulder and put out the fire.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“You are going to the nearby village. Me and Rine going to Sanim Htirit.”

“Why does Rine get to go?” she asked.

“She was in my dream. I'm going to make something of my dream. Not just sit around. You would be in danger.”

“Hey, you can't decide its to dangerous!” she said indignantly.

“I have been in peril and battle. I can't lead a woman into it.” he said.

“You won't lead me into it. I'll come of my own accord.”

“I refuse to let a adolescent girl go into battle. I will not allow it. I would forsake my vows before I allowed you on the battlefield.”

Demigod shouldered his leather satchel. Arryd came into the clearing. He soundlessly stood next to Demigod and said:

“Good luck.”

“Though I barely know you, I wouldn't want anyone other than you to come with me.” said Demigod.

“Oh, so your going to deny me a chance to do something and you ask him? Because he's male?” Katara said, her tone rising.

“Arryd has no doubt seen battle in his long life. He can fight.” said Demigod.

“So its up to if we can fight?” asked Rine. She let her claws unsheathe.

“No. Its if you could live through a fight, because if one of you was killed, I blame myself for letting you fight.”

Katara saw a different side of Demigod. He was actually much like herself in way. He took responsibility for people. He also had a sense of duty and adventure. She respected that. If she had a brother, she would want it to be Demigod. Though would look strange as siblings. Her fair, long, clean hair, and his black, greasy, short cropped hair. His staunch athletic build, and her slim more elfin build.

He also seemed to have a deep worldly, almost old intelligence to him. She just acted like to teenage girl that she was.

“Follow if you must, but there is no vow binding you.” Demigod said. He turned and began walking into the forest. Rine reverted to all fours and trotted to catch up. Katara and Arryd exchanged glances and set off after them.

So ends the forming.

As they exited the forest, Rine decided to look out to sea. She saw that speck that Demigod had pointed out two days ago. It looked taller. Not closer or larger, but it appeared to rise higher above the horizon.

“Hey, um, Demigod?” Rine said.

“Yes?” Said Demigod. He thoroughly enjoyed Rine's company.

“Ya know the tower thingy from your dream?”

“Yeah.”

“I think its in the ocean.”

“I have been contemplating that for a while. I saw it on my midnight run.” He said.

“Are we going to try and stop it?” Asked Rine.

“I wish to find out more about it. I'd like to find someone who could tell me if my dream has meaning or if it was just a restless mind.”

“So, the dream could mean nothing, and my village could have burned down because some jerk forgot to put out the fire?” Asked Rine

“Rine, that is a possibility. How are you doing, seeing as you just lost your entire life.”

“I don't know. I guess I just haven't had chance to feel sad.”

“I know the feeling.” said Demigod.

“Really?” asked Rine.

“Yes. I once had a sister, who I loved very much, but we became separated. I don't know what has become of her, but I've been so busy my whole life, I haven't felt the sadness that one who loses there family should feel.” he said. Katara listened intently. She had the same thing, just she had been taken into a nice family, and had been able to grieve her loss.

She thought about this. What where the chances.....? She pushed the thought from her mind. She did not have time for false hope.

“So um, Demigod? Could you bye any chance teach me and Rine to fight.” she asked.

Demigod sighed and said:

“I'd rather not, but we may have need of it.”

“So yes?” implored Katara hopefully.

“Yes, I will instruct you in self defence.”

“Sweet! Your the best, Demigod.” She said. A new spring came into her step. The group continued along the cliffs, following them to the village that Demigod had found Arryd in. Now that he remembered the way, he could get there quite easily.

The walk was pretty quiet. Other than the occasional conversation, they walked in silence.

They entered the town. Almost immediately, the two men who had taunted Demigod when he had last been in the village approached them.

“Hey there!” called one.

“Hey, Fen, ain't this the cocky little brat who socked you the other day?” asked the ugliest one to the largest, Fen.

Demigod growled, his hand straying towards his sword hilt.

“Yeah, I think it is, Rod.”

“Why don't we teach this little booger a lesson?” asked Rod.

“Yeah!” Fen grabbed Demigod by the shirt collar. Demigod punched him. Fen released him, but Rod drove his fist into Demigod's abdomen. Demigod gasped for air.

Arryd jerked Demigod's sword free from its scabbard and clubbed Rod over the head with it. Fen drew a long serrated edged knife, and pointed it at Arryd.

By now, Demigod had recovered. Arryd handed him back his sword. Demigod advanced upon Fen.

Fen backed up warily, the lunged! The knife came dangerously close to Demigod's neck, but he dodged back. He caught the knife blade in his hilt, and twisted it. The knife came loose and stuck in the ground. Demigod levelled his sword at Fen's neck.

“Do you have a problem?” asked Demigod. A harsh tone resonated in his voice. He did not like angry, drunk men.

“Ummm.... Nope. No problem here!” said Fen, managing to sound both stupid and hurried at the same time.

“Well then stop standing around stupidly. Not that you don't do it well.” Said Demigod. It took Fen a moment to digest that he was being insulted.

Demigod lowered his sword and replaced it to its scabbard. It made a resounding metal ping, as if he were driving his point home. Technically, he was.

Demigod and Arryd turned to the girls, who had been watching the combat.

“Cooooool!” breathed Katara.

“That is not something to be in awe about. Just walk into a bar any day of the week and you'll get the same thing.” said Arryd.

Katara shrugged.

“So what are we doing here anyways?” she asked.

“You and Arryd will secure some supplies, while me and Rine try and find a group to travel to Sanim Htirit with.”

“Why do we need to travel with others?” enquired Rine.

“Safety reasons. Your less likely to be attacked in a group than by yourself. I doubt most villains would think twice before attacking a teenage girl, a Furry, a elf, and a man.” replied Arryd.

He and Katara then split off from Demigod and Rine. They went to a nearby market and Arryd began to barter with stall owners.

Demigod and Rine went to the tavern called the Blue Gryphon. Demigod stopped outside the tavern and said to Rine:

“Rine.... did you know that you kind used to be enslaved?” Demigod asked warily. Rine nodded.

“There are still some men who practice the trade, though it was outlawed. Most rich families have one or two Furry slaves.” Rine nodded again.

“I think it would be best if you stayed close. Do not talk or draw attention to yourself. Most of these men will be drunk and boasting. If they say something that does not agree with you, excuse it has ravings of the drunk.”

Rine nodded again. She pulled the hood of her cloak up over her head. They entered the tavern.

Demigod chose a seat at the bar, but did not order anything.

“Wha' can I getcha?” asked the toothless barmaid.

“Just water for me and perhaps some milk for my friend.” said Demigod in hushed tone.

“Wees don 'ave water er milk, fer that matter. Can I interes' yees in an 'lcholic beverage?” she asked.

“Some have better habits then others, and we wouldn't want to end up toothless and yellow tongued like you.” Demigod replied.

“Soot yerself.” shrugged the barmaid.

“But I would like to know of any caravans on there way to Sanim Htirit.” said Demigod.

“Aye!” grunted hooded figure, shrouded in a dark cloak. The figure had slammed a large knife in front of Demigod.

“I'm departin' fer Sanim Htirit as soon as the moon rises.” said the figure.

“Indeed. Is it a large caravan?” asked Demigod.

“Jus' me, an a girl, headed for Myanam deltas.”

“We'll journey with you. You can expect myself, a furry, a girl, and an elf.”

“The girl an' the elf buyin' supplies?” asked the figure.

“Yeah.... why?” asked Demigod.

“Well, they got attacked by two local scoundrels. Clubbed the elf over the head, and grabbed the girl.”

Demigod left the bar.

He moved with purpose down the street. He entered an alley. He was baiting the two men who could not seem to leave him or his companions alone.

He just stood in the alley, with his back turned to the street. He heard the sound of footsteps pretending to be quiet.

He spun and pulled his sword from its scabbard.

“This is Fandril.” he said to Fen. He raised the sword to let Fen and Rod know that the sword was Fandril, not him.

Fen drew his long serrated knife and Rod brandished a knobby stick.

“Fandril likes to bite,” said Demigod “Fandril is hungry! Fandril wants to know where Demigod friends are!” Said Demigod.

Fen elbowed Rod.

“I don't like Fandril! He's scary.” he said.

“Do you think we should tell him that we put the elf and girl in the waggon headed for Sanim Htirit?”

“I don't know.... how about we beat the snot out of him and then decide.”

“I like that idea!” Rod exclaimed. Demigod rolled his eyes and lowered his sword. Then in Demigod's moment of weakness, Fen and Rod attacked.

Fen advanced on Demigod and struck for the throat. Demigod dodged and shoved Fandril's hilt into Fen's back. Fen went down, but recovered and tried to slash at Demigod's legs.

Demigod leaped, but his attention was taken away from the advancing Rod. A dull pain resounded in his abdomen, as Rod's club found its mark.

Demigod ducked beneath the swing of the club and rolled around Rod's legs. He lashed his sword out and severed Rod's right Achilles tendon.

Rod fell with a few special words and a scream.

Fen regained his feet and threw his knife and Demigod. Demigod turned just in time for it to slice across his forehead. A trickle of blood blurred his vision, but he could see enough to slice open Fen's stomach.

Demigod lowered his sword. Blood was spattered across the blade. He returned Fandril to her scabbard.

Demigod wiped blood from his eyes and left the alley. He then remembered that he had left Rine in the bar.