A union of Clans|Naurorod

[Kender Bard]

Thousands of fire types gather on the middle ground, pitching their tents and going around to meet with other Clan members. All hostilities are forgotten and spirits are high. Any newcomer Fire type is greeted with heartfelt calls and wide, happy smiles. All of the Clan leaders flock together and trade jokes and stories, hovering around their revered leader, Damien.

[Northen Light36]

Damien gives the Clan Leaders one of his rare smiles as he listens to their jokes and discusses the latest news with them. Spotting Charanth in the crowd Damien gestures to signal he'd like a word with him.

[Kender Bard]

Charanth smiles at the warrior he was talking to, claps him on the back, and walks over. He bows his head politely. "Yes, Honored Damien?"

[Northen Light36]

"I've heard your sister is missing," Damien remarks, sounding mildly concerned. "Has there been any word of her?"

[Kender Bard]

Charanth shakes his head and sighs. "No, I sent a Storm type I'd captured to go looking for her. I figured only a Storm could infiltrate Maelstrom well enough. To ensure he cooperates, I kept his friend with me." He turns and points towards Volt. "See the young Storm boy? That's Volt. He was traveling with the other one, Brem. I don't know if Brem's left him here, dead, or still working on the matter, but either way, I'm stuck with the kid."

[Northen Light36]

Damien nods solemnly. "I see... Perhaps it is just taking the other Storm awhile to find your sister... We can but hope in any case..." For a moment Damien looks thoughtful, then he adds, "If the Storm does not return with your sister soon, send word to me. Perhaps I can convince the Storm Leader, Shadow, to help with this matter."

[Kender Bard]

Charanth's grin widens. "Thank you, Honored Leader! I don't know how I could repay you."

[Northen Light36]

Damien smiles. "No repayment needed Charanth. It is my duty after all to see that all our people are safe and happy." Under his breath he adds, "A duty I fear I have failed in thanks to those acursed Clears."

[Kender Bard]

Charanth tilts his head, keen hearing picking out the jist of what he'd said. "Nobody forsaw the rampant destruction they would cause. Too long have elementals kept themselves apart from each other. Save for Ilyamen, I fear we know little of what's going on outside our lands."

[Northen Light36]

"Indeed," sighs Damien. After a moment he adds, "I shouldn't burden you with my problems, I'm sure you have enough of your own to deal with. Come, let us return to the others."

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Forces and Spirits, it was good to be home. The past two weeks at his parents' inn had refreshed his spirit, and Alexian Black (soon to be called The Firestorm, he had no doubt) was ready to take on the world again, causing trouble, spilling blood, and making women scream his name. Well, the first two would have to wait, seeing as everyone practiced good manners at these gatherings. But the last one would probably happen any time he wanted, as long as the festivities lasted.

Alexi chuckled lecherously to himself and affectionately slapped the shoulder of his blood-bay horse, Lars. The animal grunted in annoyance, not appreciating being distracted while he balanced a buck across his saddle. Alexi had, however, taken some pity on the handsome stallion and carried his two supply packs, as well as his longbow and claymore, walking alongside the horse.

The bounty hunter lifted his left hand and snapped his fingers, the friction against his Fire sign sending sparks into the air to get the attention of anyone nearby. "Hey! Who do I pass this buck off to?" he yelled.

[Northen Light36]

Damien, his gaze attracted by the sparks, frowns in slight disapproval of the loud-mouthed Fire/Storm type. "The cooks have gathered on the south side of the camp," he tells Alexian. "I would suggest that would be a good place to leave it."

[Kender Bard]

Charanth, grinning at the newcomer, waves enthusiastically. "Welcome, brother!"

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Alexian pushed Lars' head towards the south end of the camp, knowing the horse would keep walking until someone took the buck from him, then return. Lars was smart that way. Or he just knew a routine like that by now.

Freed from that, Alexi strode forward, balancing his packs carefully across his shoulders as he offered his hands to Charanth and Damien. "Forces' blessings," he greeted with a smile, black eyes glittering.

[Kender Bard]

Charanth clasped hands and grinned. "Forces' Blessings on you as well! Do you need a hand with those? There's a few tents just for storing items in."