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flashed to disguise it and distract , yet he knew, they all did.
“Aye. Yer right, there it is .” Azenair k breathed out long and heavy, r eleasing his tension in as much as bolstering himself for the journey that looked less than hospitable.
“Shall we set camp my brave friends? Four days of travel, and you five insisting to go afoot, I can see why you would be in need of rest.” Sir Jardayne of Highmont steadied his horse then dismounted.
Sir Codaius of Norninne, the Bear of Evermont, rode up next to them, his massive horse made Saberrak look small. Braids of blonde mane and tail swished and armor clanked as he stepped down and patted his decorated steed on the nose. He planted the Shanador standard into the dry road with force, the charging stallion emblem over a silver shield in green and gold cloth fluttered in the breeze.
“You know we could have picked a spot with some shade, should the sun appear. Not that I was aware of our halt, but nonetheless, there are trees ahead about two miles , Knight General.” Codaius smacked Jardayne’s back plate with some force, startling both steed and rider.
“ Zen, it is time .” James nudged his dwarven companion.
“Last meal first then?” Zen tried to procrastinate.
“ We just ate, Zen .” Shinayne replied with a smile as the Shans o’ Little Door began wobbling and skipping closer a few at a time.
“Right, forgot.” Azenairk took off his shining steel helmet from the dragon Ansharr, then he took a knee and looked west again.
“Ha, nothing there to draw the curious my brave dwarf. The curselands are imposing to see though, even from this safe distance.” Sir Jardayne followed the eyes of Azenairk, sensing something was uneasy with the five companions that had been with him for the last two weeks.
“There are a lot of graves there, if anyone has been burying the last thousand years that is.” Codaius spoke up, trying to gauge why everyone was so quiet, even the little shans were silent at the moment, and they had hardly stopped singing the last four days and nights on the road .
“ Two thousand years .” Zen replied, instinctual rather than intentional.
“Very well, you may be correct there , mountain priest. However, you should---“
“Our road is north, and no offense to anyone here, but staring off into the lands lost to time and decay does not rest my spirits for the next two days of travel. Shall we?” Tubrey sang it as much as spoke it, his smile ever present regardless. “Although, I may have to compose a scary ballad for that place. The realm of n’er light , or deaths without end , something to that nature anyway.”
“Yer not helpin much there, lil’ shan, save the ballad for another time then.” Zen had not let his eyes leave the distant foothills under the storm.
“Not to worry Zen Thalanaxe , our road is north, this way , to Freemoore . We are safe from anything that those---“
“Aye, yer road is north , Tubrey o’ Tarnobb, it is . But our road, me friends and I , it is to the west. Right to where ye is talkin’ bout.” Zen hung his head.
Sir Jardayne and Sir Codaius laughed, followed soon by the Shans o’ Little Door, all assuming it was a jest. The five companions however, did not laugh. They were well seasoned t o the disbelief of their quest by others .
“I am afraid we have a bit of a misunderstanding here, my brave friends. Freemoore and your dwarven cousins are to the north, this way now, daylight is wasting .” Sir Jardayne pointed north as the laughter died down.
“I know it, but I have no cousins in Freemoore. And I s’pose some apologies is in order then, as ye have been so very gracious to us and all.” Zen stood up, and looked down at Tubrey, up to Jardayne and Codaius, then to his friends right behind him.
“I do not follow. Sir Jardayne, what is this all about then?” The Bear of Evermont furrowed his brow in confusion.
“Seems our brave heroes have an alternate path, lest this joke is a bit
“Aye. Yer right, there it is .” Azenair k breathed out long and heavy, r eleasing his tension in as much as bolstering himself for the journey that looked less than hospitable.
“Shall we set camp my brave friends? Four days of travel, and you five insisting to go afoot, I can see why you would be in need of rest.” Sir Jardayne of Highmont steadied his horse then dismounted.
Sir Codaius of Norninne, the Bear of Evermont, rode up next to them, his massive horse made Saberrak look small. Braids of blonde mane and tail swished and armor clanked as he stepped down and patted his decorated steed on the nose. He planted the Shanador standard into the dry road with force, the charging stallion emblem over a silver shield in green and gold cloth fluttered in the breeze.
“You know we could have picked a spot with some shade, should the sun appear. Not that I was aware of our halt, but nonetheless, there are trees ahead about two miles , Knight General.” Codaius smacked Jardayne’s back plate with some force, startling both steed and rider.
“ Zen, it is time .” James nudged his dwarven companion.
“Last meal first then?” Zen tried to procrastinate.
“ We just ate, Zen .” Shinayne replied with a smile as the Shans o’ Little Door began wobbling and skipping closer a few at a time.
“Right, forgot.” Azenairk took off his shining steel helmet from the dragon Ansharr, then he took a knee and looked west again.
“Ha, nothing there to draw the curious my brave dwarf. The curselands are imposing to see though, even from this safe distance.” Sir Jardayne followed the eyes of Azenairk, sensing something was uneasy with the five companions that had been with him for the last two weeks.
“There are a lot of graves there, if anyone has been burying the last thousand years that is.” Codaius spoke up, trying to gauge why everyone was so quiet, even the little shans were silent at the moment, and they had hardly stopped singing the last four days and nights on the road .
“ Two thousand years .” Zen replied, instinctual rather than intentional.
“Very well, you may be correct there , mountain priest. However, you should---“
“Our road is north, and no offense to anyone here, but staring off into the lands lost to time and decay does not rest my spirits for the next two days of travel. Shall we?” Tubrey sang it as much as spoke it, his smile ever present regardless. “Although, I may have to compose a scary ballad for that place. The realm of n’er light , or deaths without end , something to that nature anyway.”
“Yer not helpin much there, lil’ shan, save the ballad for another time then.” Zen had not let his eyes leave the distant foothills under the storm.
“Not to worry Zen Thalanaxe , our road is north, this way , to Freemoore . We are safe from anything that those---“
“Aye, yer road is north , Tubrey o’ Tarnobb, it is . But our road, me friends and I , it is to the west. Right to where ye is talkin’ bout.” Zen hung his head.
Sir Jardayne and Sir Codaius laughed, followed soon by the Shans o’ Little Door, all assuming it was a jest. The five companions however, did not laugh. They were well seasoned t o the disbelief of their quest by others .
“I am afraid we have a bit of a misunderstanding here, my brave friends. Freemoore and your dwarven cousins are to the north, this way now, daylight is wasting .” Sir Jardayne pointed north as the laughter died down.
“I know it, but I have no cousins in Freemoore. And I s’pose some apologies is in order then, as ye have been so very gracious to us and all.” Zen stood up, and looked down at Tubrey, up to Jardayne and Codaius, then to his friends right behind him.
“I do not follow. Sir Jardayne, what is this all about then?” The Bear of Evermont furrowed his brow in confusion.
“Seems our brave heroes have an alternate path, lest this joke is a bit
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