"Hi,I'm Mikina" said Mikina, "I don't remember my parents or where I came from, I just lived my whole life in the forest.."
"and another thing, I'm actually older then I look.. my small size has to do with having some halfling blood.. so I guess you could call me an elfling.. tee hee!"

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"Hello I'm Raven. Do you mind if I join you all for dinner. I would be more then glad to buy you  all drink and food. I have to eat a lot all the time so i will have plenty of food to go round." Raven says getting hungrier by the minute.

"No it is ok. You do not have to buy us food. But you can sit with us. At least I would not mind the extra company. I am always used to have a lot of people around when I eat." Shelna looks around to see if any one has paid any special attention to their little group. Then she turns to Darwin. "Do you know when they leaders of this village are expecting us to see them so we can get under way with this mission fo ridding this place of these golems. Every minute I am here I am sensing more and more evil getting closer to us. We need to start soon or this entire village will be consumed by darkness."

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(OMG!  He actually updated!  x.x)

[Mages Guild: Favarin and Sir Twain]
     The large man leads the two through some tented coridors before turning into one of the 'rooms'.  The room in filled with pillows and such, his side of the large desk having a good many pillows as well, all of them having an indent showing that he uses them all in one sitting.  He moves over to his side of the desk.  He doesn't sit yet though.  He turns to view his guests.  "Have a seat and then you can begin speaking of what brings you here today."

[The Sleeping Giant: All the Others]
     At this time, those that had ordered food has the food brought out and set infront of them.
     Oooh, big whoop, right?  No, it's what happens next that is important.  A Northlands Barbarian walks up to the table, his armor made of the asorted furs of animals he had killed for food and what-not.  He still clanks and jingles, though, implying that he has armor under those furs.  "I hear your looking for information on the golems," says the man with the dirty blond wavy hair and almost orange eyes.

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 Favarin, who had begun to glare slightly as he walked into the room, puts on another neutral face and crosses his arms. He looks around the lavish room, taking in the pillows, the desk, and anything else that might be of any particular interest, you never know what you'll find in a wizard's tent. Favarin looks to the man, arms still crossed, "I prefer to stand, it's not all that easy to sit and then get back up with hooves when you're as tall as I am."

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Curse you stumble button!

Mikina immedately starts stuffing her face with the food set before her.
She looks up at the newcomer to the table, her cheeks bulging with meat and bread.
"yesh, we awe!" said Mikina exitcedly, spraying crumbs across the table, "wath do 'oo know, an' whof awe 'oo anfyway?"

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 Raven startes eating with ferocious speed devouring  half of a whole chicken before he looks at the new comer. He swallows hard to empty his mouth." You hear right Do you know anything about them. By the way my name is Raven Blackheart." the information would be very appreciated.". Raven say with some diffuculty still trieing to swallow all of his food.

Shelna takes a little sip of her wine.  "I apologize for their rudeness.  Yes we are looking for information about these golems.  If you have any, we would gladly pay you for it.  I may I ask you name, kind stranger.  I am Shelna Morningflower, royal conjurer of the elven court of Evermeet and rightful heir to the throne."  She then turns some of her attention to her food and starts to eat small bits at a time, unlike Raven and Mikina.

Darwin reachs down at his food.  He cuts off some of the chicken then eats it.  He then checks if a waitress or waiter is still near.  "Um I want to know do you have any butter.  If so may I get some?"  He then takes a sip of his tea.  He finaly notices the new comber.  "Well I do not think I should have to say much because it seams everyone did it first.  Oh sorry my name is Darwin."  He then cuts off some more of his chicken and eats it and then takes another sip of tea. 

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A life, heh who needs one, I got it all here in RPing and video games.

Sir Twain nods and shifts his sword to the side as he sits. “You have my thanks for accepting my audience Master…?” Sir Twain begins using his diplomatic training to use the proper title for the high ranking mage as he requests the mage’s name. “I have been sent by my mentor, Cleric Auldric Kaern to investigate the disturbance in this area. I am to provide any and all aid I can and to insure that the threat is dealt with properly.”

He shifts uncomfortably in his armor having spent the past week in it on his long ride. “Upon arriving to the encampment the first thing I noticed, other than my large friend here.” He says nodding to Favarin; “Is that the defenses seem to be fairly poor, the main reason of which is the lack of cooperation between organizations investing in this venture.” He pauses letting the mage absorb all he has said. “Now it would seem to be that with the high concentration of civilians within this camp with the merchants, smiths and what not that it is our duty to provide a solid bulwark against any attacks to insure the safety of the defenseless.” “As I see it we are all in this together, we might as well all work together; the likelihood of our survival and subsequent success is strengthened if not dependent upon our alliance.”

He stands finally, uncomfortable sitting in his armor. “That is why I am here, that is why I beseech you for your help; I truly hope that you would at least consider it, even if you feel you may not need the help of anyone other than your own as your apprentice seems to think. Remember it doesn’t hurt to have a warrior in front of you; and even the most powerful spell caster runs out of spells eventually, at which point who will watch over you when you need to study your spells again?”

[Mages Guild: Sir Twain and Favarin]
     "I'm Master Cuthurnis.  Now, Noble Palidin, I understand your concern, I assure you, but it is unfounded.  You see, all these other guilds on the scene are not neccisary.  My guild has a simple and effective plan for dealing with these Golems.  Our current defences and the walls of force will be more then enough to hold the beasts off while we cast a large area spell that will destroy all forms of Golem enchantment.  See?  Problem solved.  Now that you know, you can now go home and rest, assured that everything here will come together, yes?"

[The Sleeping Giant: All The Others]
     "And I'm known as Kalgarath of the Martog Tribe," he says as he pulls up a seat.  ...One closer to Darwin and Shelna and farther from the other two.  He talks quitely enough so that only Shelna and Darwin can hear.  "You two are pleasent to speak with, so I will tell you.  These golems are of a variety that the Mage Guild doesn't even know.  These are new.  Some look like bugs.  Some look more like strange platearmor.  They are all amazingly resistant, though, and they carry wicked weapons capable of numbers of things depending on which golem you might get faced with.  Their arrows are large and explode in large feiry plumes.  Their maces and axes turn even the best warriors armor to rubble.  They also grow in number as we do, as if they know what we're doing from where ever they hide.  They are the most dangerous things people will ever see in their lives..."
     Darwin, a waitress places a small plate with decently sized portion of butter upon it next to you.

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Beer(noun) medicine used to relive people from hallucinations

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   Favarin glares, "No. From what I've heard these golems have means of projecting spells, or spell like things, directly through barriers...magical or physical. The fact of the matter is no one guild can handle this. You have to realize this...not just should...must, or you and your guild will be in a great deal of pain. Not to mention the fact that your over-inflated egos will be ruined.

   Favarin continues to glare at the fat man, angry at the mage's egotistical attitude, "You also don't know that these golems don't attack in waves. Have you considered that when you use these area spells that some golems will have remained behind? Once your use the spells they'll be free to come in and rip you to shreds for what you did to their comrades if you don't have the aid of an organized attack force, ie the other various guilds here...what will you do then? And what if there are hundreds of these creatures? Has anyone seen any precise, verifiable number of these golems? Who will be your scouts? Your guards when you run out of spells...and guards for that matter? You cannot go through with anything alone or you risk the safety of hundreds of innocent civillian lives."

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Curse you stumble button!

[Favarin]
     Master Cuthurnis raises his left eye brow at the minotaur.  "Now now then, Kind Minotaur, where have you heard these propesterous things.  We know for a fact that their weapons will not go through the Walls of Force.  Also, we've had more then enough time to see how their attack patterns have worked in the past few days and know how to time our attack.  I don't know where you got your information, but it is obvious you got it from a bad source."

((I have purposely been keeping this enemy vauge.  I will say that their attacks will not go Through a Wall of Force.))

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Reality-(noun) illusion caused by lack of alcohol
Beer(noun) medicine used to relive people from hallucinations

Technoguild

   Glaring more fiercely the minotaur replies, "I've heard it from the same place every single mercenary in this camp has, where you ask? Everywhere that we get information, rumors travel fast and people believe them...you won't have a very friendly force of warriors, because they will fight with or without your approval, if they think that these golems can simply kill them through your "all powerful" walls. Do you think that myself and Sir Twain are going to be the last to criticize you? What do you think will happen when an entire camp of mercenaries and rogue guilds thinks you aren't doing something to stop these golems? Have you ever seen an angry mob before? They will think one of two things, that you're doing nothing so you shouldn't be here at all, or that you are in league with the golems."

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Curse you stumble button!

Sir Twain looks from the Minotaur to the Mage with growing concern as the conversation grows heated. "Please we have enough problems as is without arguing amongst ourselves, you'll find if we keep our heads and discuss this rationally things will turn out for the best." He looks to Favarin, "I thank you for your support but as you said these are just rumors and while precautions should be made they are still just rumors."

He then turns to Master Cuthurnis, “My mentor is a cleric in high favor of Torm and a powerful diviner, there is much that eluded him about the menace growing here but it is obvious there is more going on that what can be seen.” He smiles at Cuthurnis trying to ease the tension. “I prey to Torm you are correct and the mages are all we require but you with all your wisdom must see that it would do no harm to form an alliance and work in cooperation with the other guilds in the encampment. All such a thing could do is help prevent any needless deaths.”

He frowns his eyes clouding as he seems to look back at pervious events in his life. “With out camaraderie things could go terribly afoul due to poor planning, one must be ready for any event that could unfold no matter how sure you are of your victory.” Looking from Favarin to Cuthurnis; “Such a large scale assault by golems is unfounded, there is more going on I know it; someone is behind the golems, pulling the strings.” His eyes lock onto Cuthurnis’s. “It is him, or it, that we must be prepared for; lulling us into a false sense of security where we think we have complete control over the situation before he truly strikes.” He sighs, “I have seen similar tactics as to what is going on now; they are probing are defenses and setting us up for a large scale attack that we are not prepared for, keeping their true power hidden until we think we have won.”

He straightens himself and adjusts his weapons, “If you truly feel that you have every thing under control and that you would gain nothing from several hundred armed warriors working in concert with your own men against the hidden foe. Then so be it, I have wasted my time here and will move on to another guild, and another after that.” He frowns deeply, “And if no one can have sense talked into them then may Torm have pity for you, I will ride off and see if I can’t find the source of the menace and stop it before anyone can be harmed.”