Getting Away From It All|Naurorod

[Northen Light36]

"Come on Shadow! Keep up!"

"We're not all used to burning to a crisp, Damien! Give me a break!"

To listen to the spirited bickering of the leaders, you come almost mistake them for men half their age. Away from all responsiblities, there's no world weary Storm King or a dying Fire Leader trying desperately to hide his illness. Instead, there are just two friends, high on the rush of a sucessful hunt.

If you look closely, Damien always seems to be shaking slightly and Shadow occassionally winces when an action pulls at the scarred skin on his chest. However for the most part the two three-signers seem bright eyed, cheerful and in better health then either has been in for awhile. Shadow has even aquired a quite dark tan.

"Two more days?" Damien askes, as the pair return to their camp and put away their meat for dinner. Shadow laughes.

"How about two more years?" he jests. Damien laughes.

"I wouldn't object, but I think your wife might have a thing or two to say on the subject," he laughes. Shadow grins and flings a handful of sparks at his friend.

"Two more days sounds good, Damien," he agrees as Damien counters the sparks with a handful of embers.

(Feel free to throw something at the pair of them.)

[Kender Bard]

The undead were leaving Naurorod mostly alone, but since their leader was here, sometimes they felt compelled to come and stay here. As a result, they'd wandered a bit and caused many frights. Unfortunately, one of these frights was a herd of wild Nightmares; flaming horses of uncanny intelligence and nasty tempers. Spooked by a couple ghosts, the nightmare herd was now racing, racing away, and right towards the two Leaders.

[Northen Light36]

Luckily for Damien and Shadow, the Nightmares' hooves make a hell of a lot of noise. "What the hell?" Shadow asks.

"Nightmares," Damien snaps, grabbing up his spear. "Get out of their way, Shadow." Hoping to avoid trouble with the herd, both leaders snatch up their weapons and make a dash to get out of the herd's path.

[Kender Bard]

The herd makes a mostly-straight dash, trodding right over where the two men were. A few rogue Nightmares break away from the group at intervals for whatever reason. Given their nasty temper, quite likely they'd gotten in a fight amidst their mad dash. One such stallion, an angry bite mark on his black-as-coal flank irritating him only further, breaks away and heads straight for the two leaders.

[Northen Light36]

Damien and Shadow tense, exchanging glances and comunitcating in the silent way of long term friends. Aware that this stallion is unlikely to be making a random panicked charge, the two leaders split up and try to get around the stallion and into a good postion to attack from both sides. Each have brought two signs together.

[Kender Bard]

The stallion hesitates a moment, having to choose between two targets. It danced in place a moment before deciding to charge Shadow, neighing in a high pitched squeal, almost a scream.

[Northen Light36]

The two men don't even waste breath with cursing, they just hurl both a lightning bolt and a fireball at the horse as Shadow hastily moves away from the creature.

[Kender Bard]

The fireball doesn't have much affect, but the lightning surprises and badly injuries the Nightmare. It bucks and shudders before getting tangled in its own legs and collapsing.

[Northen Light36]

"Might as well put it out of it's misery," Damien annouces, taking a few steps back and hurling his spear at the Nightmare. Shadow brings all three signs together, ready to attack again if Damien's spear throw is off target.