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Thoroark Kelhdrin

A Herculean Man who runs errands and odd jobs for the townsfolk, Aisha especially.

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a character in “The Path Well-Worn”, as played by duramon

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Thoroark Kelhdrin

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: -Thoroark Kelhdrin
Alias/Nicknames: - Ark
Gender: - Male
Species/Race: – Human
Nationality: – Willowspeak
Birth Date: - Unknown, Found as an orphan of 5 near Willowspeak, Decidedly the same day as Aisha's.
Age: - 26
Zodiac Sign: - By his Personality, Decidedly Scorpio
Descendent(of): - Orphaned,No information
Current Residence: - Willowspeak
Job/Profession: - Runs Errands for Aisha
Title: - Master
Allegiance/Alignment: - Chaotic Good

APPEARANCE
Height: - 7"1ft
Weight: - 280lbs
Build: - Muscular, As if he's been either fighting or lifting heavy objects all his life.
Eye Color: - Crystal Blue
Hair Color: - Black
Handedness: - Ambi-dexterous
Skin Shade/Color: - Slightly Tan
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - None







MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - Straight
Relationship/Marital status: - None
Family/relatives: - Unknown
Sanity: - Sane
Friends: - Aisha
Mental Skills: - Whilst not a genius, Aisha made him study every night as well as running her errands. So he knows abit about everything, especially subjects such as geography and sorcery. The second being knowledge he gathered from Aisha herself.
Likes: - Aisha, Magic, Weapons, Smithing
Dislikes: - Evil, Thieves, Murderers, etc.
Hobbies: - Being an Errand Boy, Studying, Attempting to craft items.
Personality: – Thoroark is a curious and kind-hearted man who works hard at everything he does, however he knows little about his childhood or past and it seems to eat away at him at times. He is rather jolly and helpful to all, although even at his age he loves to cause mischief and despite his size regularly climbs on top of the local tavern with a stolen piece of bread. Of course after so many years its become some-what of a game to catch the giant oaf and he always pays for the bread, either with coin or repair jobs.

EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Currently Thoroark is fond of a rather large great-sword that to most is monstrously huge, nearing on two sword's length and already three in width, although when compared to the near giant it seems to be perfect in size to almost be wielded one-handed. The hilt is wrapped in bandage and the base of the blade has a large and well-decorated end that has a golden jewel adorning its center. He was told that the blade was found with him when he arrived at Willowspeak, apparently having lugged the chunk of metal for miles on a small piece of cloth that had been shred to pieces.
Combat Attire: – As of yet,he owns no armour and keeps in his normal attire for combat.
Accessories: – None
Miscellaneous:
Two bottles of Fire Brew: Fire Brew is a free-flowing and glowing liquid that emits an orange hued light, The brew is a magical solution to the cold, quite literally putting fire in your gut to warm up the blood that flows through your body to keep you warm. Unfortunately the experience of your skin and muscle tissue changing to become immune to a magical fire that burns for hours is an uncomfortable and painful process,add to that veins and other bodily parts re-forming and re-shaping themselves to allow for the now much warmer blood to continue flowing and you have an extremely painful yet useful brew.

Two near scythe sized Ice-picks: Two Ice-picks hang at either side of the giant's waist around his belt, both near scythe-like in size and covered in various barbs and hooks to dig into the snow and ice, or in unfortunate cases the enemy. The handle is wrapped in a red bandage covered in miniscule bumps to help with grip, small chains and cords adorn the very base of each pick and are harnessed to the giant's wrists via two leather wrist-bands in case they are dropped or knocked from his grip.

A medium-sized rucksack: The rucksack usually contains food and a magical tome that he borrowed from Aisha as well as his coin pouch.
Current Coin: 23 Silver 30 Copper
Current Food: Three loafs of wheat bread, One loaf of sweet bread, Two legs of chicken and Half a chunk of Sweet Bread.
Ammount of Tome studied: 2%.
Spells Learnt from Tome: Minor Ward

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – Prefers to use his great-sword and relies heavily upon his vast strength and stamina. Often using his huge form as a shield for others and taking large amounts of damage as a result,however curiously he has no scars. He has trained for hours with the weapon and others as well as spending a lot of time lifting heavy objects to help others and being forced to move around quite quickly. All in all as far as average citizens go,he is an extremely strong,durable and flexible fighter.
Hand-to-Hand: – Thoroark is a strong hand-to-hand fighter due to the sheer size of his fists and arms,as well as his unexpected speed considering his size. Although of course he can't out-maneuver a thief or rogue by any means.
Weapons Style: – Uses a Great-sword in combat or his fists, is experienced with most weapons especially swords or large weapons.
Special Abilities: – Gargantuan Strength: Due to his sheer size and years of working hard and training his strength and durability near inhuman levels, many liken him to the old tales of Hercules, compliments he soon waves away.

STYLES OF MAGIC
Chant Magic: - Knows a single warding spell that creates a temporary barrier that can hold weak attacks at bay
Rune Magic: - None
Elemental Magic: - None
Psychic Magic: – None
Conjuring Magic: – None
Enchantment Magic: – None
Space/Time Magic: – None
Arcane Magic: - None

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – Single
Family: – Unknown
Known Languages: – English,Basic,Ancient Dwarvish
Proficiency(Affinity): – Smithing, Melee Weapons, Basic Archery, Geography
Personal History/Background: - Unknown
Clans (Family Clan or Otherwise): - None

ANY OTHER INFORMATION:
None as of yet

So begins...

Thoroark Kelhdrin's Story

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"Well," spoke the merchant, "nice to see there's some kind of fire in your souls. I feel much better now. So two warriors, a ranger, a sorcerer, and a merchant go up a mountain for some herbs. Can't wait to hear the punchline for that one." They hit the thin layer of snow and Michael moved the cuff of his jacket to check the enchanted gloves he was keeping under his mittens. Touching the fabric he felt for the charge within the enchantment and nodded. Full and keeping charge, as expected. Enough for a good four strikes on whatever came towards them, then at least fifteen seconds to get another chance for some kind of defense.

"So; Trolls and Goblins shouldn't be to bad, I think I have something in mind for those. Large Bats could be worse. Death Maw sounds lovely, probably lots of teeth. Frost Scorpions are probably gonna be the worst thing. Ice Golems... well, hopefully our young sorcerer here has something in mind." Emitting a slight sigh, Michael touched each of the six rings he kept on his fingers. He knew they were ready to go, just a simple flash and a lot of smoke, but touching them made him feel more secure. The penny though, that was only half charged and it would take a lot of fire to finish.

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He pulled his collar up tighter around his neck as the cold wind bit into his skin like an angry knife. He took the two punches from Zander and shrugged. Zander's faculties must be out of order, punching an armored shoulder. He turned to look back at everyone. "Watch where you step up ahead, the snow can hide holes in the ground more deadly than any Troll." Taking his own advice, he stepped up to a tree and drew his sword. He leapt and kicked off the tree to reach a thick branch and cut it cleanly at the base. He landed, crouching as he hit the ground to prevent injury, and sheathed the blade. He used a thick knife to cut off the smaller branches, making a rather rough walking stick, about four feet tall. He used this to test the ground before he took a step, checking for holes or other unpleasant things. He looked and talked like a fool, but apparently he was quite lucid.

His steel plated boots crunched in the snow with each step, and soon the whole world turned white and blue. He didn't have to worry about frost bite, all his equipment was made with frost troll leather, and each metal plate has been treated with a mix of Troll's blood and salamander oil, making them highly temperature resistant. He kept his hand on his sword, the other hand checking every step with the walking stick. If anything did happen this trip, he'd be ready. He wore no smile now, focused on the job at hand.

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Thoroark nodded at Zander and placed a hand on his head lightly,ruffling his hair. Being careful that his blade didn't cut anything and that the hilt wouldn't hit the teens head,at least not hard. He offered a kind smile and then hefted the blade back onto his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it,If he's a liability then he'll end up Troll Bait. That's something we can use more then extra baggage." He replied,his tone and wording much colder then the smile that adorned his face. It was a strange and haunting effect that left even Thoroark bewildered. He rubbed heavily at his eye once more,despite knowing it would only irritate whatever he had gotten stuck in it, probably just a piece of stray wheat or something. The giant heard Allan's suggestion and nodded,using his ice-pick as a guide,poking small holes in the ground as he walked further up the base of the mountain, not much as of yet but Crystal Golem's and Screeches didn't need holes,they made them,or poked out of them occasionally. Kind of like little shiny gophers that want to tear open your intestines.

He felt kind of bad for The Merchant,poor man was being taken halfway up a mountain with nothing but words of death and a bunch of increasingly grumpy travelers. Lauren was in the same boat and yet he felt she might be enjoying Zander's and Allan's company just a teensy bit more then Michael. Not much could be done about first impressions until they made camp,they'd have to spend the night on the mountain so he'd have to spare some brew for the teens and perhaps a small amount for Michael. Unless The Merchant came prepared for the frosty adventure,which was always a possibility.

"Alright ladies and gents, Whatever equipment you've got,list it to me. I need to know what we need to grab from the wilderness and what we already have. I think I have one or two little camps that haven't been ransacked by scavengers or the likes so,you know. We may have to deal with some very...small,camp sizes for a group this big but I'll just stand guard outside,it'll be fine. I'm tough enough and ugly enough to stand the cold."He joked,hoping to lighten the rather deathly mood he'd helped to create.

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Zander chuckled after Thoroark messed up his hair. He was then slightly shocked by the giants word about the merchant. He was expecting some words of wisdom about how we shouldn't judge people or something like that. It surprised him that Thoroark would say something so dark. It didn't unnerve Zander it just made him think. Zander stopped for a second a concentrated he focused on his fire ring putting as much power into it as he could and then released it in the form of a large fireball. The ball of fire melted a line in the snow which gave Zander a path to travel along. The boy took his bag off his back and opened it. He counted up his things and let Thoroark know what he had "I got two blankets, food, and water." It may not have seemed like much, but for Zander it was all he needed. He barely ate anything,he could start his own fire, and melt the snow into water with his fire. So this was really enough for him to survive off of and he could help the group by giving them food and water if they didn't have any. Zander then approached Thoroark and let him know "I can set up a small fire when we need it."

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As Allan chopped the branch from the tree, a low and hushed grunt could be heard, almost like something was in pain. A nearby tree, when the party had continued on, slowly and quietly uprooted itself, using their footsteps as cover to move quickly.

A section of the bark creaked and split, revealing the face of a treant, awakened by the injury of the tree nearby. The treant, now fully out of the snow-covered ground, slowly began to drift towards where the party stopped. Once the treant was almost within its arm's reach, which was made from several heavier branches twining together into an arm and hand shape, it raised its leg into the air, both of which were made from twined roots, and slammed it into the ground, the booming impact knocking snow off of nearby trees, and instantly grabbing the attention of the entire party.

The treant's eyes began to glow a bright amber, signature of a treant becoming enraged, as its crackly and rumbling voice boomed forth,
"You shall not leave this place!"

As its first attack, it swung its massive arm at Thoroark, as he was the closest and largest, attempting to bludgeon him with the sheer size and weight of the massed branches.

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The giant turned to the origin of the booming and ducked under the Treant's swing,swinging his ice pick up so that it lodged into the gnarly branches that made up the massive arm. Hoping his weight would atleast slow down the wooden creature a little bit. He was almost flung off as the arm eventually halted but the cuffs around his wrist kept him attached to the creature.

Thoroark grimaced and grabbed the handle of the pick again,quickly pulling himself up and onto the creatures arm,he let go of the lodged picks handle and grabbed hold of the other pick at his belt with his free hand,preparing to shove the thing into the other side of the arm if it began to throw him off. Of course now his arm movements were limited by how far the stretchy cord could reach but it was better then falling,and the giant could still use his weapon. Which he happily had managed to hold onto.

"Zander,Fire would be nice! Allan go for the other arm! Lauren and Michael aim for the head and the legs. Quicker this thing loses limb's faster it falls." Thoroark roared,tearing one of the cuff's off his wrist and throwing the ice pick down to the ground for Allan. Hoping he'd get the message and try and replicate Thoroark's actions,hopefully he wouldn't get hurt doing it but it was hard to tell what could happen in situations like this. It was just a good thing the heavy Treant seemed slow for now,otherwise he wouldn't have had time to do much other then block. Finally Thoroark turned around and stabbed the heavy blade into the Treant's Hand,aiming to cut off any fingers it decided to grow.

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The treant roared in pain as Thoroark's heavy blade went into its hand, lopping off what was going to be a hand. As a reaction from this, it lurched forward, and then swung its arm again towards a nearby boulder, attempting to crush the large man against it, or at least to get him off of its arm.

In the same movement, with its other arm, the treant scooped and compacted some snow from the ground, pressing it hard enough to make it more solid, and flung the barrel-sized ice ball directly at Michael, who the massive creature assumed was the most inexperienced.

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The Treant surprised Michael, but not as much as much as it should have. His life in the caravan taught him two things. To heed all warning and assume problems are bigger than suggested. Thoroark's almost casual iteration of the kinds of creatures to be found on this mountain put a fear into Michael better than any zealot ever could; as such the merchant was trying to think of any and every creature that would decide to call this rock home. A Treant was somewhere in the middle of that list.

What was more uprising was the quick reaction of Thoroark, his battle readiness was something worthy of a bard's song. The giant was climbing onto the great beast and hacking away at it like an enraged lumberjack. But what was most surprising of all was the rate at which a white sphere that the Treant had scooped from the snow began to increase in size.

'Oh.' The realization hit Michael quicker than the ball of ice would have, allowing him a few precious moments to react. It was coming too fast to dodge; bracing himself he put one foot behind him and bent both knees, turning his torso to the right and stretching his hands out to the side. As the ball was within a meter Michael turned himself sharply. He slapped at the mass with both hands and felt the surface give way. He felt his heart stop. If the ball was too soft the lack of strong impact wouldn't let the enchanted gloves trigger and he'd be crushed by the weight.

A fraction of a second later he hit the more solid mass of the snowball and the gloves released their kinetic energy into the strike. Michael could feel the change in inertia as the ball changed trajectory; instead it rolled past at an angled path and rammed into a tree, cracking the ball in half and scaring some onlooking birds out of the branches. There stood Michael, his entire front covered in a layer of snow. During the sudden change in direction whatever snow wasn't completely attached to the mass was shaken off and massed itself onto Michael's face and body, turning him into a white silhouette from the waist up.

He stood still for a moment before he could regain his wits. Coming back from his stunned state, Michael shook himself of the snow and began to remove the wooden rings from his fingers and took a copper penny from his pocket.

"Allan, this is enchanted." He approached the young warrior and shoved the penny into his palm.

"If you can, spit on this and rub. It'll start to spark. Throw it down that things gullet quickly or you'll lose your hand. Put some fire in its belly. If you're going to look away from the Treant, look behind it or you might go blind for a few seconds." Patting the youth on the shoulder he approached Lauren, handing three of the wooden rings to her.

"They flash and smoke after you blow into them. You can use one for cover or distraction. If you use your arrows with them maybe you can pin some to it's face and stun the beast." Lastly he went to Zander.

"Focus your fire on its legs, burn away a knee or something. Anything else you can think of, whatever keeps it from moving around as much is perfect. If you can melt some snow maybe you can make it slip." Satisfied with the plan, Michael backed away from the fight and checked his gloves. 'Only a quarter charge. Great.' Looking around he looked at the keg-sized snowball that the Treant had thrown at him. It was too large to use, not to mention broken in half, but it gave him an idea.

"If this Treant wants to throw things, the lease I can do is return the favor." Taking handful of stones from the ground, the merchant picked through and took a smooth one. Tossing it upwards to test the heft, Michael tried to come up with what he was going to do. 'Best I can do is pester the thing, cause a good distraction while Allan tries to get up and put that coin to good use. Throwing stones might not normally hurt a Treant's rough hide, but if the energy was boosted I could really cause some damage. And I should get a good twenty stones out of the charge I have left.' Plan decided, Michael took a pitcher's stance and pelted the small stone at the walking tree's hide. It shot forward faster than one would expect, a sure sign the enchantment was working as intended. He could hear the whir as the wind was parted by the stone mass and swiftly flew to the Treant's bark, embedding itself into the wood. Penetration, but nothing deep enough to cause structural damage. But it would hurt like hell, and that would satisfy Michael's needs.

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He was surprised by Michael's reaction to a treant's idea of a snowball fight, and looked at the penny he was given. "Consider it done Merchant." He drew his sword and tossed the stick, kicking up a pile of snow as he bolted for the treant, yelling at Lauren as he passed. "Aim for the knees!" He scooped up the ice pick and came around to the left of the treant's still extended arm. Michael's stone kept its attention away from him and he leapt and twisted in the air, plunging half of the picks blade into the newly formed hand, and pulled himself up onto its arm. He let go of the pick and drew his knife, leaping again and driving the knife into the woody shoulder. He hefted his bastard sword and looked down at the arm he was secured to. The area on the inner side of the "elbow" seemed weaker, thinner, so he aimed for that. He got a good hit, cutting almost half way through the elbow, nearly severing it and certainly rendering it useless. Just to be safe, he gave it another good hack, severing the arm completely. He sheathed the blade quickly and held tightly to the knife as the treant thrashed and howled like a well made bassoon. Muttering a small prayer to whatever god was watching, he spat on the penny as directed, gave it a good rub and kicked off the shoulder of the treant, tossing the penny straight into the mouth of the roaring treant. He landed a little lopsided, unable to correctly judge the ground's surface and fell hard on his shoulder. It would bruise, but other than that he was fine, more importantly, he'd successfully severed the treant's arm and deployed the enchanted penny.

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When the Trent first appeared Lauren was too stunned to move, she had never seen one and that she was surprised was an understatement. But Thoroark fast reaction was enough for Lauren to start moving as well. She quickly started firing some arrows to the head of the beast, but with little impact. "If only I had fire" she thought, but now was not the time to think on what she didn't have. She barely looked when the thing aimed a snowball to Michael, she was more worried in not hitting Thoroark with her arrows.

But them the merchant approached her, with a lot of snow on him, but apparently without injuries, he gave her three rings and said the instructions. She was thankful for the aid and started felling bad, apparently he was not the burden she thought he would be. She used one of the rings in an arrow she shot at the Trent's head, she hoped this could distract him for a while. When Allan ran past her and yelled "Aim for the knees!", she didn't need to be said that twice, she started shooting a barrage of arrows at the Trent's knees, it didn't do much damage, but it hindered it's movements.

She was getting ready to shot another arrow with one of Michael's rings, but she didn't have any. "Dammit, I'm out of arrows!" she cursed, well she still had the rings. And she was fast, so she decided on running and trying to capture the Trent's attention so that her companions could finish it. And she did a small note to herself, she needed to start learning how to save her arrows.

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The treant roared in agony from a severed arm, wounded legs, and now being ignited from the inside. the flames quickly spread to the creature's entire body, turning the raging beast, into a flailing inferno.

The burning treant eventually lost balance, and collapsed into the snow, crackling and splitting from the fire consuming its body. The creature let out its last pained words, before fully dying.
"I am only the beginning..."

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Thoroark luckily had wrenched his ice pick free and thumped down onto the ground infront of the boulder, Gratefully not smashed against it. The giant huffed and grinned to himself,pretty much everyone had been useful,the merchant far more so then he'd have ever thought. Hearing the Treant's last word's he groaned and walked over to it,climbing on top of the smouldering wooden carcass and raising his infront of him with two-hand's.

"Shut up you overgrown pile of twigs." He grunted,slicing down through the thing's head and splitting it's face open. The giant crouched down and shoved his hand into the newly created crevice,tearing free a gnarly piece of grey wood and lightly placing it in his rucksack for later. "Well....that worked out well,Nobody's dead and that thing barely did anything. This may go smoother than ever before ladies and gents. To adventure!" He cried with a large grin,suddenly back to being jovial and careless after his rather cold demeanor earlier. Thoroark jumped off the carcass and tossed a penny to Michael "Not sure if that thing's meant to burn out or stay there but it survived. It fell into the Ironbark Heart that I just pulled out luckily enough!,Good work with that strategy by the way." He praised.

The giant walked along for a moment and pulled out the afore mentioned heart again,a small gem shined in the center of it and it was a mass of gnarled root's and wood that seemed to weigh heavily even on the giant's arm. "We'll make camp a little way up the mountain,do an inventory check when we're not in danger of being mauled by tree's." He joked,putting the heart away and standing still,apparently meaning to go at the back of the group.

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Zander was slightly caught off guard by the Treant. He positioned himself out of reach of the Treant. He tripped and fell into the snow, but got himself up quickly and brushed himself off. He watched as Thoroark fought the tree and how it attacked the merchant with snow. After the merchant defended himself he came up with a plan that Zander felt was reasonable. He focused on his ring, fire engulfed his hand sparks of red and orange flowed around it. The fire grew until it was a large fireball, Zander then let it go and it sailed for a short distance and then slid along the ground like a bowling ball. It smacked the Treant in its right leg and Zander watched as the fire began to spread.

When the creature was finally taken down by everyone's actions Zander stood there for a moment. The merchant wasn't such a liability after all. His quick thinking actually helped take down the Treant. The boy then approached Allan who had taken a fall during the fight. he laughed at him for a second and then tried to see how badly he was hurt. When Zander saw nothing that needed his healing he patted Allan on the back and said "That was a graceful fall, you need to teach me how to do that." he then ran off to the front of the group. He decided to use his ring to melt the snow and make a path. It tired him a little, but it would help get the group up the mountain faster to set up camp.

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He pushed himself up with his good arm and watched the treant become a raging bonfire from the inside out, and heard its dying words. A shiver went down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold, and he knew that the treant meant those words. But they'd managed just fine, with only a few bruises here and there. Well, he was the only one actually bruised, but Michael was covered in snow. Quite unexpected, that the merchant would prove so valuable an asset. That penny sure had done the trick.

He looked up at Zander as he came over and laughed at his jest. "That was a graceful fall, you need to teach me how to do that." He smiled as he pushed himself to his feet and replied, "Oh I don't know Zander, it did take me many years to master the art of falling such as I just have." He rolled his shoulder experimentally and winced at the pain. It was nothing serious but it would ache for a while. After the flames died he approached the treant and removed his knife, cleaning it off with a small rag before sheathing it. He knelt next to the dead treant and found a large section that was largely undamaged. A few hacks with his bastard sword later, he had about one foot by a half foot section of perfectly good ironwood that would make a very nice handle. He stuffed it in his bag, found his walking stick and made his way back to the group, grateful for the path that Zander cleared for them.

He looked back at the dead treant, its eyes only now beginning to fall dim, and prayed under his breath that this creature would find peace after its death. He didn't know who he was praying to, anyone who bothered to listen he supposed, but he felt that something, somewhere up there, was listening. Watching. He turned back to his companions and kept walking, his conscious lightened.

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Lauren sighed in relief when the treant finally collapsed, his words worried her a little, but she brushed it off, it was a treat of a dead creature after all, but she made sure she didn't forget it. She approached the corpse in order to retrieve some of her arrows. Of course a lot of them were broken and useless, but she could still find 9 in good conditions. She could grab some branches when they settled camp and make more, but for now, 9 will have to do.

She took out of her pack some "bear feet" as she called it, it was just a bunch of twigs that together made a circle, she also had some fur in it to keep her feet warm. But the main purpose of it was keeping her from sinking in the snow, she putted them on and then turned back to quickly follow her comrades. She stopped next to Allan, who had fell from the treant, but after eavesdropping, no, unintentionally hearing, that sounded better, his interactions with Zander she presumed he was okay. But since he was helpful she decided to give the courtesy of asking if he was alright. "That was a nasty fall, are you sure you are okay?" she asked, still looking ahead.

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Absentmindedly, he checked the edge of his sword for nicks or dullness. It had lost a fair bit of sharpness, having just cut through solid wood. He sighed and sheathed the blade, he'd have to sharpen it when they set up camp, but more importantly, what kind of magic had the Merchant used to stop the snow ball? It would've had to be something that works around kinetic forces, probably some kind of amplification magic to create an extremely powerful punch combined with spacial magic to condense the force of the punch to a single point. He may not know a thing about using magic, but as a blacksmith's apprentice in a town like Willowspeak, learning how enchantments interact with each other is crucial.

He rolled his shoulder experimentally and winced as it popped once or twice. The pauldron had helped some, but he was definitely bruised. He rubbed his shoulder until Lauren walked up, and he let his hand fall. "That was a nasty fall, are you sure you are okay?" She asked without looking at him. He smiled, looking a bit like himself again. "What, worried about me? I'm quite fine I assure you. To fight a Treant and defeat it while taking nothing more than a bad fall is a win in my book." He punched her shoulder playfully, like two friends who'd known each other all their lives would. "What about yourself? It would seem you've used up the majority of your arrows. I can make more if you need them, as long as you can find a tree that won't try to kill us." He chuckled at his own joke.

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When Allan punched her shoulder in a playful way, Lauren froze for a second, she was not used to have contact with people, even more if it was a friendly contact. But she quickly tried to hide it by pulling her hood up, pretending it was because of the cold, when Allan asked about the arrows she also let out a small smile due to the joke. "It would be great if you could make some, do you mind if I pay in advance?" she said as she pulled out a small pot from her bag, it was made of wood and the lid showed signs of being used often. "It is a moisture of some herbs, it's good for bruises and it also relieves some pain." she had seen him rubbing his shoulder, and with what happened earlier she assumed he had some kind of injury, but was to proud to ask for help.

Lauren was trying to be friendly with him, since he was also friendly with her and wasn't a crybaby like most of the wannabe heroes she found. Actually, now that she thought about it she could try to be friendly with the rest of the group, they seem nice, and they were all strong fighters. She just needed to get used to communicate with them. And make sure she could control her bad temper.

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As the Treant fell burning, Michael felt a pang of regret. Treants, if Michael remembered correctly from books and stories, were protectors of the forest, shepherds of a great many kinds of tree. It must have felt it's flock was threatened and moved to defend it. That pang of regret vanished under a sudden sense of worry when the creature uttered its last words.

"I am only the beginning." 'It expected us?' Michael's eyes widened at the prospect. If it had expected a group to arrive and planned to ambush them, how did it know? They were simply here for herbs and this did not look like a heavily traveled path. 'How could this old Treebeard know people were coming? Unless.' Michael approached Thoroark, posing a question as delicately as possible. He didn't want to overstate his hypothesis, no need to cause unnecessary worry.

"Thoroark, I think this creature was expecting us. You made it sound like this kind of trip was a rare occurrence, is that because the herbs we're going after can be grown in the village? Did they all die suddenly?"

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As soon as she said it was good for bruises he swiped it from her hand and put it in his bag. "You have yourself a deal." His shoulder wasn't to bad right now, but he knew it would stiffen up later and slow up his sword arm, which could be the difference between life and death up here. He readjusted his pack strap a little awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. He was happy that Lauren was being a little more friendly with him, even if Zander would give him hell for it later.

"I've uhh... Never seen you around before. How'd you end up in Willowspeak?" He was extremely bad at small talk, and this attempt was no better. He was so focused on not completely embarrassing himself that he didn't notice Michael posing his question to Ark. He was blushing a little, though it was hard to see in the snow. His last experience with women had been disastrous, also Zander's fault, and since then women made him unnaturally nervous.