The Hunt

The fog rolled in from the mountaines, it's grey mass covering the dark forest , making the disfigured trees appear as human forms, bent under an ancient burden. In the distance a silent tapping could be heard, the sound of wood hitting the cold stones of the overgrown road. Soon, a figure could be seen, striding out of the darkness like death itself. The creature was tall, and covered in a large black cloak, only leaving a narrow opening at the face, were two shining blood red eyes could be seen in the darkness. The creature came closer, the wooden staff in it's hands sounding against the stones at every step. What was in the creature's mind could not be told, but what could be was that it was truly evil, and that it would not stop until it had reached it's goal, whatever stood in it way. In the distance it saw the yellow lights of an inn.
Under the black cloak, the creature was smiling. It paced up and put it's aim on the inn. It was close.

"...and such was the bargain of Rogosh Eagleeye!" Nibinaldaion, master bard and storyteller, jumped down from the table he had been standing on, and made his way towards a small table in a corner of the small inn's main room. He seated himself in the chair, grabbed the ale he was served by a cute dark haired girl with one hand, as he rose his hand to stop the shouting for more tales.
"That's all for tonight my friends. I have earned my rest."
His audience grumbled, but returned to their cups and games, and Nibin watched them with a smile. The elf leaned back against a the wall, closed his eyes and started to tune his harp, using his ears instead of his eyes. He heard the other chair at the table move, and opened his eyes.\n\n

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Allanon, among the grumbling folks of both men and a few women, was sitting silently at his table alone. A few took a glance at the huge figure wearing a forest green cloak, and glanced away. Most people found him intimidating and decided not to invite him over to a table or even a conversation. Allanon shifted in the wooden chair, and observed what looked to be a bard open his eyes. The keen eyes of Allanon was looking all over the place and found the bard to be quite interesting; happy, and more relaxed as to all the other people in the Inn. Allanon did not shift again, as to catch the attention of others. The bard suddenly came over to the table of the elven druid, alongside a smile slapped on the bard's face.

Nibinaldaion: Hey, big guy. How about a tale? You look like you could use one.

Allanon: No, thank you. I'm not interested.

Nibinaldaion: Suit yourself, elf.

Allanon continued to stay in his seat, then payed the Innkeeper for a night, then he would be off again, into the wilderness. On with his journey.

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(Read Shanara, have we? )

"So, what brings you here, brother elf? It has been a while since I saw one of our kind around here."

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He was near.
The cloaked figure looked up at the inn's sign, swaying slowly in a sudden wind.
The Bear and the Badger.
It showed a big, brown bear, dancing around with an overdimensioned badger.
He snorted, thinking on what those incompetent humans thought up.
He rose his staff and knocked on the wooden door, three times, each bang like thunder.

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"What was that?" Ninin jumped to his feet, looking around to find the source of the noise.
He saw the bartender walk up to the door, witch he, with shaking hands opened. He did not even get the time to step aside before something came in, a tall, cloaked creature. It hit the bartender with his staff, sending him flying into a table, ale splashing at the men sitting at it.
"Who do you think you..." the man did not get time to finish the sentence, before the cloaked figure rose his hand.
Fire begun sprouting out of the gloved hand, engulfing the man.
The whole inn were suddenly filled with screaming, running people, each trying to get out of the inferno witch had just begun.