The Quest

[Thurel Derufin]

It was a rainy morning; the tinkling of rain never ceased and only pounded against the settlements of Man all the harder as lightening crashed in the background. The black clouds in the sky throw volleys of punches back and forth; buckling under the impact and releasing torrents of cold rain. But even in this dreary weather, a small procession was making there way to the Entrance of Avaren; led by a very tired and disheveled Captain of the Guard and a few banner carriers. It would've been nicer if it hadn't rained; then the banners of the Kingdom would flutter rampant in the breeze and what a sending off that would be for those about to embark on this quest. However, God and the Weather never like to go with the will of any man; especially Thurel's.

For too long Thurel had been gone; too long had he abandoned his duties as he sunk into some stupor; for what reason not even the tall man could remember. Dressed in his platemail and wearing a surcoat with the arms and colors of the King on it, Thurel slowly marched until he reached the center of the Entrance. With his black hair sagging under the constant fall of the rain, the droplets of water rolling down his bearded cheeks, Thurel nodded to the man next to him and the footman raised a trumpet into the air and let out...a squawk. At first Thurel was startled, but that son of a blacksmith was so enraged, and muttered under his breath darkly, "Confound it Hawkins; spit first and then blow!"

Nodding apologetically, Hawkins spat and then sounded a clear note from the trumpet. That should be enough to let the populance know that something was up and eventually they would come to investigate what was amiss. But since he wasn't make in the mood for talking save for the most dire of questions, the weary-looking Thurel pulled out a sheet of parchment bearing the King's seal and after pulling a dagger out from his boot, the tall man placed the announcement against the wooden post near him and rammed the dagger in to hold it in place. Stepping back so that any that gathered could read the announcement, Thurel Derufin waited in silence as his eyes probed the streets for any one capable of this adventure.

One the parchment was written....

Citizens of Avaren!

Today is a glorious day! All warriors who are young and seek to prove their true worth so that they may further their training and advance in prestiage are invited to undertake the following quest.

In the Dark Forest, rumor has reached the ears of the King of a Death Knight, a being warpped by dark forces after great temptation. All that join in this quest may either take on this menace by themselves, or they may join forces and form a fellowship to take down this threat. Either force the Knight to submit to you and drag him back in irons, or kill him; either way you shall obtain the Captain of the Guard's approval to go before the King and the King shall bestow on you the honor and prestiage that you seek.

Fare thee well; for you are the Future of Avaren, and Godspeed.

This has been approved by both King Herculidies and Thurel Derufin.

[David Augustine]

David was currently resting inside of his house peacefully near the fire that was roaring in it's place. He slowly opened his eyes as he heard a clap of thunder. He stood up and stretched his limbs as walked towards the nearest of windows. He pulled back a curtent to see the gloomy looking day. It looked as if something terrible and evil was brewing and something that he had to check out for himself. He walked away from the window with the noise of wood against his leather boots being heard. He picked up his spear and slung it onto his back underneath the white cape that he wore. He grabbed the head piece that he had decided to wear to protect his head from the rain somewhat.

David Augustine exited the house with a slam of the closing door. He descended the steps that lead to the ground from the porch and eventually walking out of the yard and onto the street that his abode was located on. He saw people rushing towards the town enterance and decided to follow seeing that it must've been of some importance. However, he did not make any effort to hurrying to that location. In fact, there were people that were running ahead of him and other such things. Eventually, he saw in the distance a banner that was fighting against the winds of the storm that seemed to appear. It was soaked from the rain that was still falling and splattering upon the gravel road. David's own attire started to become soaked as well, but not as much.

His blue eyes noticed a familiar figure once he had gotten in the distance of seeing him. It was Thurel the man that he was told to see if he was going to advance any. He had spoken to him once but that was some time ago. He remembered the quest that he had told him about and instantly thought about it. He continued to approach the group of people to see what they were all reading. His eyes scanned the parchment that was slightly wrinkled and starting to get wet. It was the same thing that he had read before but slightly different. He turned around and then began to walk back towards Thurel. "Same thing, just worded different, eh?" he spoke towards the captain.

[lilyparis]

Susan was on patrol of the side roads and alleys when she heard a horn blowing twice first tim sounded dreadful the second perfect Susan advanced quickley she saw the head of the town Gaurd and proceded towards him "sir"she said in a saluet scanning the parchement quickley