BattleMage
11-05-09, 12:45 AM
Takes place after: Of Friends and Foes (Solo) (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?p=156487#post156487)
Not far south from the forest village of Underwood rested a small community known simply as Biso. Within Biso lived a breed of men much shorter than their Southern kinfolk in Serenti. Though Biso was a peaceful village, an evil mist eclipse the woods surrounding it making travelers weary of entering those parts. Not many adventurers, save the uneducated ones, would dare try to contact Biso. For Concordia lore spoke of a great evil that still lurked near Biso that originated during the Demon Wars. Even the otherworldly creatures that roam Concordia drifted afar from Biso in fear.
~~Present Day~~
A rumpled tunic fell just short of a silky palm as the tired warrior pointed an ebony glow in the distance to his Orc companion. The tunic was ill worn and unbuttoned to reveal an ensnarement of black chest hair. The man didn’t care for common wears; he only wore what he believed to be chic and suave. His tan chiseled features were easily worn, for he was Derrick Magnum.
“Mort, what say you of that eerie fog in the distance?” Derrick questioned his Orc sidekick, still pointing towards the dark fog the rose swiftly from the forest soil.
Mort was an unusual Orc, who cared not for the common perception of his kin. He wore a red overcoat with no undershirt. Around his neck hung a pelt of an unknown beast that looked to be almost as heavy as Derrick. The Orc was unarmed, save a magnificent broadsword that was hung around his shoulders by strap. His skin was an olive color and his fangs were razor-sharp.
“Probably just a bog…” He let out a grunt and then continued “… Concordia’s known for that kind of junk.”
“Still Mort, I have never heard of a bog letting out black smog into the air.”
“Hell… Maybe you should go check it out partner.” Mort grinned at Derrick. There was an unheard joke between the two as they both let out a chuckle.
“Well I’m not one to question the natural order of things pal, but one doesn’t just stumble across black smoke rising from the crevices of the earth and not wonder…”
Mort shoved the shaky shoulder of the small seemingly frail man. “Alright Derrick, they don’t call you the ‘Wondering Mage’ for no reason I guess… I guess for us to continue to Serenti your just going to have to see for yourself that it’s just a stinking bog?!”
The two had made several pit stops like this since their travels began in Radasanth. Derrick was a curious man, always trying to find an adventure unlike his impatient partner. Mort was completely different, he had one goal and that was getting to Serenti. Once there the duo would split ways. Derrick would head for a small harbor town, Evermore, and sail to Fallien. Mort would eventually meet him in Fallien also. Derrick knew little of his associate’s goals in Serenti but what he did there was his own business. Derrick liked it that way; he didn’t like delving too much into people personal matters.
“If it’s a bog, you are hunting our dinner tonight!” Mort being a lover of food was ready to have a meal. It would be his fifth or sixth that day so far.
“Deal!” Derrick exclaimed as the two approached the ebony fog that eclipsed the forest a short distance ahead.
From where they stood Derrick and Mort could see an endless trail of fog. It had a certain eerie appeal that drew Derrick ever further into the haze. Mort the Orc being his partner followed cautiously. It was now apparent that this was no bog. The haze climbed almost to the canopy high above and hovered creating a screen of smog the pushed the sunlight from the woods. It wasn’t pitch black, but it was dark. There was something bizarre at work here.
Derrick paused and turned to his cautious companion. “Friend I do not want you to venture any further than you wish, but my calling is of adventure and discovery. I must discover the root of this tainted mist.”
Quickly Mort looked with concern at Derrick, his eyes shifting constantly throughout the woods. “Derrick you write me off quickly as one who would scorn you and your exploits. Do you forget it is I who found you after your fight with Lorenor? Do you also forget it is I who asked you to follow me to Serenti, promising that we would survive at all costs?” Mort was sincere for once.
“I am sorry I doubted you unjustly. Then together we will go into the fog and into a realm of uncertainty!”
Not far south from the forest village of Underwood rested a small community known simply as Biso. Within Biso lived a breed of men much shorter than their Southern kinfolk in Serenti. Though Biso was a peaceful village, an evil mist eclipse the woods surrounding it making travelers weary of entering those parts. Not many adventurers, save the uneducated ones, would dare try to contact Biso. For Concordia lore spoke of a great evil that still lurked near Biso that originated during the Demon Wars. Even the otherworldly creatures that roam Concordia drifted afar from Biso in fear.
~~Present Day~~
A rumpled tunic fell just short of a silky palm as the tired warrior pointed an ebony glow in the distance to his Orc companion. The tunic was ill worn and unbuttoned to reveal an ensnarement of black chest hair. The man didn’t care for common wears; he only wore what he believed to be chic and suave. His tan chiseled features were easily worn, for he was Derrick Magnum.
“Mort, what say you of that eerie fog in the distance?” Derrick questioned his Orc sidekick, still pointing towards the dark fog the rose swiftly from the forest soil.
Mort was an unusual Orc, who cared not for the common perception of his kin. He wore a red overcoat with no undershirt. Around his neck hung a pelt of an unknown beast that looked to be almost as heavy as Derrick. The Orc was unarmed, save a magnificent broadsword that was hung around his shoulders by strap. His skin was an olive color and his fangs were razor-sharp.
“Probably just a bog…” He let out a grunt and then continued “… Concordia’s known for that kind of junk.”
“Still Mort, I have never heard of a bog letting out black smog into the air.”
“Hell… Maybe you should go check it out partner.” Mort grinned at Derrick. There was an unheard joke between the two as they both let out a chuckle.
“Well I’m not one to question the natural order of things pal, but one doesn’t just stumble across black smoke rising from the crevices of the earth and not wonder…”
Mort shoved the shaky shoulder of the small seemingly frail man. “Alright Derrick, they don’t call you the ‘Wondering Mage’ for no reason I guess… I guess for us to continue to Serenti your just going to have to see for yourself that it’s just a stinking bog?!”
The two had made several pit stops like this since their travels began in Radasanth. Derrick was a curious man, always trying to find an adventure unlike his impatient partner. Mort was completely different, he had one goal and that was getting to Serenti. Once there the duo would split ways. Derrick would head for a small harbor town, Evermore, and sail to Fallien. Mort would eventually meet him in Fallien also. Derrick knew little of his associate’s goals in Serenti but what he did there was his own business. Derrick liked it that way; he didn’t like delving too much into people personal matters.
“If it’s a bog, you are hunting our dinner tonight!” Mort being a lover of food was ready to have a meal. It would be his fifth or sixth that day so far.
“Deal!” Derrick exclaimed as the two approached the ebony fog that eclipsed the forest a short distance ahead.
From where they stood Derrick and Mort could see an endless trail of fog. It had a certain eerie appeal that drew Derrick ever further into the haze. Mort the Orc being his partner followed cautiously. It was now apparent that this was no bog. The haze climbed almost to the canopy high above and hovered creating a screen of smog the pushed the sunlight from the woods. It wasn’t pitch black, but it was dark. There was something bizarre at work here.
Derrick paused and turned to his cautious companion. “Friend I do not want you to venture any further than you wish, but my calling is of adventure and discovery. I must discover the root of this tainted mist.”
Quickly Mort looked with concern at Derrick, his eyes shifting constantly throughout the woods. “Derrick you write me off quickly as one who would scorn you and your exploits. Do you forget it is I who found you after your fight with Lorenor? Do you also forget it is I who asked you to follow me to Serenti, promising that we would survive at all costs?” Mort was sincere for once.
“I am sorry I doubted you unjustly. Then together we will go into the fog and into a realm of uncertainty!”