Tenen Koeran's Story

Thoroark accepted the gloves with a large smile,putting them over his hand's and flexing his fingers to test them out. The leather well-molded to the slabs of meat he called hands thanks to Aisha. The giant heard the knocking and sighed heavily.

"Thank's for the gloves!,Considering you used my hands to meld them in shape. I'm pretty sure they're only suited for my arms, or as a weird new fashion for leather-wearing teenage girls. You know the ones I'm talking about!" He joked,chuckling lightly as he stood to get the door,lightly pushing the chair away from himself with his legs and clapping his hands together a few times to cool down the gloves a little. "Couldn't get ten minutes alone with Aisha could I?, I swear I'm too popular sometimes." He muttered to himself, only half-joking as he wrapped his hand around the door-knob and pulled the door wide open. Taking a step out so that his Gargantuan form filled the door-frame and blocked all else from view. He was quite an imposing and scary man to meet for the first time, especially when his soul-piercing eyes locked themselves onto the courier.

The giant leant down slightly to be as close to level with them as he could be without being spine-bendingly uncomfortable,a broad grin crossing his features. "So,what'd you want hm? Delivery for Aisha or her errand boy?"He asked the courier,a piece of Zander's sweet bread in his hand that he now bit a chunk out of, fighting trolls and crawling through caves was hungry work,especially when you had all...this,to keep energized.

Thoroark stared at the odd crystal,rubbing at his right eye for a moment as he stared at the swirling center. His gaze broken only when Aisha asked for the Phantomshade when he tore his eyes from the drawer that now contained the unsettling object to look towards her. He offered a small smile and a mock salute,chucking a coin towards the courier and stepping past him.

"Sure thing,I'll just drag Allan and Zander along, maybe even courier boy here if he's up for it." He said,ruffling the messengers hair as he began heading down the street for a little while "Any idea what were up against?,No?, well alrighty then. I'll be back somewhere between two hours and three days. If the bread tastes horrible it's because Zander's dead. Sound good?" He continued, half-sarcastically as he continued down the street towards the small group, consisting of Zander, Allan and some small girl that he didn't recognize. It helped that he was able to see over everyone else but even with that he couldn't pick out any of the girl's features.

The giant eventually got far enough down the street without having to stop to help someone to shout to the group "Hey!, Aisha needs more Phantomshade and I'm heading up the mountain to try and find some, anyone up for a field-trip? See what it's like running around on Aisha's 'simple' errands? You can even bring along your friend there and anyone else you feel like." He yelled to the group. Stopping in front of them with a broad grin,his arms folded across his chest,his monstrous sword now sheathed atop his back the handle peaking over his left shoulder.

Lauren accepted the bread Allan gave her, after smelling it she putted the bread in her shoulder bag, but, when she was ready to say thank you and leave, someone shouted to the two boys and to her as well. Lauren lifted her head and a little farther away in the street was the biggest human Lauren has ever seen. "What is that thing?! Is it a giant? Sure looks like it." Lauren thought as she looked astonished at the man.

But wait, did he say Aisha? Isn't that the name of the woman who makes the floating candles? It was the reason why Lauren was in this town to begin with! Lauren thought that floating candles would be really useful to launch fire arrows, but since she didn't have money with her perhaps doing a request to her was the easiest way to get some candles. "But I can't say that! I need to make them need me to go along... perhaps..." Even thought the giant man had said she could come she wasn't just going because he thought she was friends with these guys. Avoiding relationships was a part of her nature. After pondering for a few seconds Lauren spoke and tried to feign disinterest "Up to the mountain? Wouldn't you guys get lost? You should probably get a tracker. And lucky for you I'm a good tracker that could use some spare coins."

"Hehe, with this they will probably even pay me for doing this request" Lauren thought about the devious plan, she will go with the group as she wanted and get paid in the process! Even though she wasn't interested in the money at all, the point of the scheme was tricking them in believing she didn't want to make friends and was just going for the money. Now to see if they bought that.

He looked up when he heard Ark's booming voice echo down the street and he waved. At the mention of a job his eyes lit up. Something to do at last! His day off would not be wasted after all it seemed.
"Why not? I don't have anything to do today, and a little extra cash wouldn't hurt. I've been meaning to get some new hammers, and the price of steel has gone up recently."
He nodded to himself and smiled. He didn't really care about the money as much as he just wanted something to do, and Aisha's jobs always wound up being more interesting than she cared to let on.

He arched an eyebrow at Lauren when she piped up, then smiled and looked up at Ark. "Ark, this is my new friend Lauren. Lauren, this is Thoroark, but everyone calls him Ark, and no, he's not a giant. Pretty sure he isn't anyway." He ripped off another piece of bread and chewed at it for a while before speaking again, apparently contemplating the best way to go about speaking.
"You're welcome to come with us if you want, and Aisha probably would be willing to pay you for your trouble, but you're more interested in those candles of hers than cash aren't you? 'Course you are." He nodded again and grinned.

"I'll go get my things and let Ed know whats happening. Meet you at the north gate!" He ran off towards the smithy without another word. When he got there, Ed was gone so he left a note on the table and packed his bag. Tent, bedroll, some basic repair tools, some dried meat and fruit in case they couldn't find food, flint and steel, and a box of whet-stones. He then took off his work clothes, got into his traveling gear, and pulled on his armor. It only consisted of greaves, sabatons, a pair of faulds that strapped to the belt, a pauldron, and some thick leather gloves, but he'd found it was all he needed. He strapped his sheathed bastard sword to the belt, grabbed a waterskin, and headed for the north gate.

Something had gone wrong, well on the grand scheme of things it was so far inconsequential but the slip that Silent had let off could be lethal in different circumstances, fortunately today it seemed to be just a reminder that he could always do better.

After all he had apparently stood out and catch the eye of a wom- girl, she did not seem too old, that magnificent hair was the thing that Silent remembered most of her, it was radiant, it ate the sun´s own light and made it its own, he could not recall the color of her eyes or if she was smiling, frowning or what.

But that hair

Yet she banished as soon as she came

Good, dont want to deal with the locals unless i've got no other choice

After a while of some evaluation, careful watching, tests to his perception and having spent most of the day, things got a little clearer

Much as he had suspected the device of operation behind these candles was indeed fueled by magic, it remained to be seen if the operator of these contraptions required to be a magic user, an even better question would be if he himself would be able to use or carry this items, many times the curse he bore had its effect on devices powered by magic.

It worked in his favor as often as it didnt, if by his mere touch they would no longer work then the profit he would have made was as good as gone, there could be no middle man but him

Always cut the middle man, I'm the only exception

It all led to a house where this magician lived, yet there was a message [Aisha's not available, check the bar, or come back later] well now there was something to look forward to, what was he supposed to do barge into the bar, kick the door open order the heaviest thing they had and beat someone up?

He could not go to the bar, he would either end up in dice games, drinking to much, pulling aces and all of those led to violent and notorious outcomes... but then again he could just go to catch a glimpse of anyone resembling a wizard.

Look for staves, pointy hats or talking animals, those wizards love their goddamned talking animals

Yet just as he was about to take a peek someone came thundering in shouting about a wounded man, he followed the trail to the scene and it was nothing grim, the green haired lad did look familiar, that wasnt a common haircolor... did he knew this man?

"Looks like I need to do something. I'll catch up more later!" Aisha almost leaped from her chair, bolted out the door, to find the man in question laying on the ground, already bleeding heavily.

"Can a mage ever get a break?!" She quickly flipped the man over, and checked his back, where the blood was coming from. It was a pretty bad gash, but most definitely recoverable.
"Come on, pick him up! Bring him to my house!" Aisha barked at the man that originally called out to her, and the two of them hoisted up the injured traveler, and quickly carried him to her house.

"People always seem to show up at my house half-dead, or asking for my candle recipe." Aisha mumbled to herself, as she grabbed a needle and thread, and a roll of bandage.

She snapped her fingers to conjure a small flame on her thumb, using that to heat up and sterilize the needle, to make the stitching more effective and easier. She worked quickly, stitching the wound (mostly) shut, and finally wrapped a tight bandage over the wound. She tied off the bandage, and grabbed a bottle of hard liquor, and put a note on it that says 'Drink Me', then placed it on the table next to the patient.

Aisha sat down at her desk, looked at the little purple ring sitting on its edge, and thought to herself. She thought about the patient, about her old friends, her shop, and she also thought about Ark. Her lips slowly curled into a smile, and she picked up the ring, looking over it quickly.

"You're not enchanted or magical, are you?" She said to the ring, before slipping it onto her left ring finger.

((Collab in between Dementedness and xxRiftxx. Sorry for the unclean post, but I really got lazy on cleaning it up after I lost all my work. ))