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Thread: The Sweetest Revenge

Dont go throwin that name aroun, girlee, the older human retorted when Gilloleth repeated the name of the woman which she had been told could help her. Clearly, Oswald had felt that the half-elven girl had spoken the name too loudly. The bartender had never been an easy person to scare and he didnt often dance around any subject too gracefully. Perhaps if Gilloleth had spent more time around her fathers friend, she might have picked up on his odd behavior. Before Oswald continued on, he turned to face the half-elf fully and leaned forward so that both of his arms were resting on the large wooden counter and he was close enough to lower his voice even further. Now it would have been clear to the other tavern patrons that the old human man was talking to the young half-elf about subjects that he didnt want anyone else to hear about. Fortunately for the both of them, none of the taverns usual gossipers and self-proclaim information brokers were in tonight, leaving the place full of drunks who couldnt care less about anything except their mugs of ale. Yer gonna want ta head toward the northern exit of our territory, Oswald said with an even softer tone than before. He could only be referring to the towns northern watchtower. It was the only thing on the northern edge of the quiet forest town. That is where Captain Gibson normally stays unless hes expectin some kinda trouble like a raid from them orcs that live up in the mountains. If Zarraema is on the surface then Gibson is the man that ya need ta talk to. With that, Oswald erected himself and turned to leave Gilloleth standing alone at the end of the bar. All bartenders heard things from time to time that they just pushed to the back of their heads and tried to forget. For Oswald, Zarraema was one of those things and he no longer wished to continue talking of the subject, even with his old friends daughter. In fact, if Gilloleth hadnt been who she was then Oswald would not have even given her what information that he had. It was his subtle way of honoring his old friend. Gilloleths father had always spoken so proudly of her to his friends about her beauty, her intellect, her skill, and her strength. Oswald was too old to go stomping around in the dark to hunt one of them drow creatures but if his friend had spoken the truth, Golloleth could handle herself.
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Gilloleth thanked the man. When he turned away from her she delved into her purse. Her servant had made sure that she had enough coin to last at least two months though that mattered little to her. What care did she have for fortune to live comfortably when her parents had been so brutally taken from her? On the bar counter she set five gold pieces and stood. She made her way out in less a dramatic of a fashion. Instead of pushing past people like she had before she slipped past them quietly. Eyes followed her out, as did whispers, but she ignored both. So she would have to travel towards the northern border of the lords territory? They werent too terribly far away. About a days worth of travel if she had remembered correctly. Instantly she went over to her horse and dug through the saddle bags. The servant had to have been clever enough to have packed a map and right she was. Gilloleth unfurled the scroll and looked at it carefully, eyes darting to the compass rose to gain perspective. A delicate finger traced the quickest path to the place and she whistled. The quickest path was through the woods that wrapped around most of the village like a dark cloud of shady trees. Various sorts of things dwelled within that forest but she was sure that whatever came her way she would be able to defeat it. With another quick check of her map she was on her way, saddling up on her trusty horse to head towards the Northern part of their territory. ----- Her time through the forest was rather uneventful. Occasionally her horse was spooked by some shadows that lingered on the corner of Gilloleths vision. Halfway through the forest she set up camp, her body finally giving up on her with the impending night. Her dreams were filled with the horrific scene of her parents death and she could not sleep well but some rest was good and she was the better for it. Refreshed she pressed on until she came to an outpost. There she dismounted and looked around. Captain Gibson? She called out.
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How this place could have passed for an outpost was anyones guess. By the standards of other kingdoms, this place was little more than a rest stop for wary adventurers and traveling merchants. Of course, the kingdom that Gilloleth lived in was not known for its riches or its military might. The forests of these lands had birthed many grand adventurers in recent years but that was about all that could be said for the small kingdom born of little more than treaties saying that the local nobles would share the rule over all of their lands in a collective council. It was an unprecedented political move but the newfound kingdom had blossomed since, expanding its boarders and founding new colonies and small towns within itself. To think that this was all that was protecting the growing kingdom along its northern border would have been a frightening concept to those who knew better. The outpost was really just what appeared to be a barracks on either side of the road with four watchtowers. There werent any walls, no checkpoint across the road, not even any standing guards that could be seen. The place looked almost abandoned, actually. When Gilloleth called out for the guard-captain, however, the outpost sprung to life. Archers appeared from behind the small walls in the tops of the watchtowers, all with bows drawn and arrows nocked with their sights set on the half-elven girl below. Soldiers of assorted rank and file poured out of the barracks, forming a line across the road both in front of and behind Gilloleth, trapping her in the central area of the outpost. What business do you have with Captain Gibson? one soldier bellowed as he stepped forward out of the crowd. He was a younger looking man, perhaps in his mid twenties. He seemed pretty darkly tanned and his eyes were a dark chocolate brown. The half-elf wouldnt have been able to make out any other details about this man, however, as his face was all that was visible. From the helmet atop his head to the toes of his boots, this soldier was covered in a heavy suit of scale mail armor with a buckler strapped to his left wrist and a longsword drawn in his right hand. The rest of the soldiers all drew their weapons as well, as though they believed that it would take all of them to bring down this one traveler. If Gilloleth gave this matter any thought then shed probably know that this wasnt quite right. The guards of this kingdom were accustomed to the occasional orc or goblin raid but outside of that, this land was peaceful. For the guards of any outpost, let alone one this small, to have set up an ambush then they would have had to have been expecting trouble and mistaken the half-elf for being said problem.
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Whatever Gilloleth had been expecting, it certainly wasnt this. Their land had been very peaceful for the last few decades. No one had tried to claim them as territory and there was no power hungry ruler that had sent armies out to eviscerate anyone and anything that crossed their path. Even someone like her, who had spent most of her time in her nice estate training and enjoying the company of her father and the more intelligent of the servants, understood this. Her pale green eyes went from one archer to the next. Each had an arrow nocked and pointed at her. Their faces bore the look of men who had recently seen something dangerous. Her stomach felt as if it somersaulted inside of her and she could not help but think she had been on the right track. To show that she meant no harm she lifted up her arms. All of her weapons were visible on her. The bow and arrows remained on her back and there was a small dagger strapped to the outside of her boot. For fear of her life she dared not even twitch, lest one of them assumed that she was reaching. What a poor ending to her revenge, indeed! I am here because of the death of my mother and father, she stated boldly. Even in that submissive position, she lifted her head and commanded an air of authority and command. They were killed by the hands of something vicious and cruel and I believe Captain Gibson may know something about it. Some whispered between each other, wondering if they should let down their bows. After all such a slip of a girl did not really seem like that much of a threat. Not only that but she was there while she should have been in mourning, if what she said in her story was true, so if she was making that trip she may have been in emotional distress. Was it wise to leave an unstable woman just standing there? They looked to their leader for answers. Gilloleth simply sighed and waited, shifting to accommodate the ground beneath her.
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News of the murders of the nobleman and his elven wife has already reached the Captains ears, the soldier that seemed to be in charge answered the half-elf. He sheathed his sword as he spoke which seemed to be the signal for the rest of the soldiers and the archery units to stand down. Everyone returned their weapons to their hips, backs, or wherever else that each individual soldier felt most comfortable storing his weapon when at ease. The archers lowered their bows and un-nocked their arrows. The tensioned among the border defense soldiers seemed to all but melt away when this man issued that silent command. We offer our sincerest apologies for what has happened in the nearby township, but certainly you must realize that such affairs fall out of our area of influence. If you have information pertinent to the murders then you should take it right back home to the local militia this issue is their duty to resolve. This apparently young man spoke with too much authority to be just an average soldier. His voice was deep and his tone held assurance and command. There was an air of regality about him that seemed out of place in such an area as this. With the wave of his now empty sword hand, the young solder dispersed the crowd of flesh and metal that had spilled from the barracks. Most of the other soldiers returned to the wooden buildings though a small handful moved, instead, around to the backs of the barracks where the training dummies had been set up. The archers simply sat back down in their towers. They had probably been playing cards or tossing dice before the half-elf disturbed the peace of their outpost. Only the commanding soldier remained, standing strong and unwavering before the half-elf girl. He just stood there silently now, staring at her from the path directly in front of her horse some thirty yards ahead. His gaze was intense. Was he trying to intimidate her without making any direct threats?
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Gilloleth clenched her teeth together as she watched the men go back to whatever they had been doing before her arrival. It had been a very difficult two days for her and she was not simply going to be turned down before she even saw Captain Gibson. She lowered her arms to cross over her chest and her pale eyes narrowed on him. Clearly she was not one to be intimidated. There was a moment or two of silence as she weighed what he had to say and was thinking on what she needed to say. In the background various sounds of soldier play could be heard. Swords clashed from behind the barracks. The dull thump from within that persisted told of men practicing grappling with one another, perhaps for drinks later on at the pub once they were allotted free time. Dice being rolled in a cup joined the clatter. She found it odd how life could return to normal so quickly for these men. Finally she spoke, I am here, sir, because of the man that killed my parents. I dont care to get the local authorities into this for I believe he has already fled and, besides, what do peaceful men know about revenge? The man I am looking for just so happens to be a Drow. There was another pause where she batted around the idea of telling this man about Zarraema or at least mention it. She decided it would be worth a shot at least. Looking about to make sure that no other was in listening distance to her, she leaned forward. I was told to mention something about Zarraema. Gilloleth pulled back, the scant light that made it through the thick of the canopy making her hair shine its inky hue. If you think staring toward my horse is going to get me to leave you would be quite mistaken. The half elf had spirit and tenacity and would not allow herself to be stared down.
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The armor-clad man merely quirked his brow when mentions were made of revenge and a male drow. Certainly the half-elf could not have expected much more from him, given the circumstances. The drow had not been seen outside of the Underdark in this region for nearly twenty years. Couple that with the fact that Gilloleth had spoken of a male drow and youve got a tale that no ordinary person in the area would believe. Male drow did not act on their own they acted upon the command of a female. When mention of this Zarraema was uttered, however, the mans face returned to its stern expression and his eyes scanned the courtyard to make sure that no one had just heard what this girl had said. Oswald had told Gilloleth not to throw the name around back in the bar and now this man seemed concerned about it as well. Surely someone or something with this much influence could not have truly gone undetected by the noble houses. It was about as likely as Gilloleth's father and mother being killed by a lone male drow. You are speaking to Captain Gibson, girl, the man said authority while his hands moved behind him and cupped together at the small of his back. There they stayed as he continued. I would thank you to keep your voice down and to not speak that name again. If you must make reference then simply refer to the oracle. If you cannot abide by this one simple rule then I will be unable to assist you in your misguided quest for a male drow was it? You are aware that they do not act alone are you not? What possible reason could you have to believe that your true target is not a female puppet master hiding in the shadows? The males armored hands came back around to his front and his right rose quickly as if to cut the girl off from speaking. It does not matter I suppose, the male said, his questions clearly having been rhetorical. The greater question on my part should be to ask who was killed. News travels slowly to us, you know. If you had not come along then it could have been a good week before news of any killings reached us. This young man certainly did not seem as though he could be a captain. As if he didnt simply appear to be too young to have the experience that such a position would demand, his speech patterns seemed too condescending and uncaring. Of course, if could be possible that Gilloleth had just caught him on a bad day but that wouldnt explain his age.
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There was something wrong with all of this. Confusion swept over her delicate features and her eyes locked on the man before her. Everything sounded normal. The soldiers were still at their play. The trees rustled loudly. The birds chirped a truly happy tune. Yet there was something completely off about the entire situation. Did you not just say that you knew that a nobleman and his wife had been murdered? She asked. Part of her was tempted to reach for her bow and arrow but she did not know how quick this supposed Captain Gibson was. To reiterate it was my mother and my father the family Leirk. She thought about his other questions thoroughly. How did she know it was not some angered drow woman using a male puppet to exact her malice and hatred? The truth was that she didnt but she knew that the first step in finding anything out about this horrible event was to find the man her servant girl had spotted in the gardens. Her eyes narrowed on him for a moment so only a silvery blue slit of color could be seen through her thick lashes. Her stance was broad and she stood with her feet shoulder width apart. Whatever she had thought about this clearly had her on edge. Nothing was adding up correctly for the grief stricken Gilloleth. I know that if I find this Drow male, I will find whoever may or may not be controlling him. Even if he will not surrender the name of his Mistress willingly Her voice trailed dangerously off. Someone like her could be driven to the brink and she had decided early on torture was not beyond her. Arent you a little young to be on commander? she asked suddenly, taking in the youthful appearance of the face beneath the helmet.
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A cocky little smirk slid across the armored young mans lips when Gilloleth came down upon his little fib with her razor wit. He hadnt expected the grief-stricken woman to catch his white lie but the fact that she did changed nothing. She had answered his question, regardless. The soldiers had indeed heard of the murders of a human noble and his elven bride but the names had not been enclosed in their message. Now that he knew exactly who it was, maybe he could set some of his mens nerves to rest. How observant of you, the man said matter-of-factly as his hands returned to the small of his back and his eyes fixed themselves on the half-elfs gaze. We had indeed received the news, but the message that we received did not contain names. Some of my men have been restless since, fears for their own families fill their hearts and nightmares of their families untimely demises haunt their dreams. Now that I know who the deceased are, perhaps I can settle the brewing storm that has been swelling within my ranks. I offer my sincerest apologies for the poor attempt at deception but I felt it rude to simply come out and demand the names of the dead from someone whom I could only assume was their child by your obvious heritage. My claim of rank, however, is no deception. I am Commander Gibson, as I have claimed. If I were not, then I would not even have known about the Oracle. There are very few these days who do mostly older folk but since I am the Commander of this garrison, it is necessary information for me despite my age. The man paused, taking a moment to gauge the elven girls reactions to his claims but he had never been very good at reading people. It didnt really matter to him, either way. What he spoke now was the truth and if this half-elf chose to not believe it then that would be her problem. She was the one who needed information from him, after all. I feel that I must urge you to turn around and try to continue your life as normally as possible, Miss Leirk, the man continued. Many who seek the Oracles guidance are often disappointed by what they find and learn when they meet her. She is a woman of great power and skill a woman of knowledge and insight. She has the power to reshape destiny with her visions.
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Military men were harsh. Little condolence was offered for her and, instead, he showed more worry for his men. That was to be expected, however. Although nave to such ways she knew that not everyone was going to be kind or even sympathetic to her plight. Still a bitter taste rested in her mouth and she bristled visibly. That is wonderful for your men, commander. Her voice was dull and listless, barely even able to be heard over the natural pall of the forest and the louder noises of the men. His apology seemed as careless as the treatment of her feelings and she could not help but roll her eyes. Over and over again she reminded herself that she was being given a favor and she should act accordingly. By his reaction to the name he was either frighten or extremely hesitant to let her see this Oracle. The fresh anger that pulsed through her blood made her not fear what the woman could possibly say. Gilloleth would have her revenge at whatever cost. I think that being able to find the one who murdered my parents would be worth any other disappointment I may face whilst I am with this Oracle. Will you please show me to her? She placed her hands on the swell of her hips and she looked up at him through narrowed eyes. She wondered in that moment if he had lost a mother or a father or if he had lost them both at the same time if they had been killed for a practically useless bauble. These questions stayed poised on the edge of her tongue and if he refused her admittance still, she would let them fly.
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No, the man answered as bluntly and as heartlessly as ever when asked if he would guide this half-elf woman to the Oracle. I have a duty to be filled here, Miss Leirk and it is not one that I can afford to take lightly at this time. A band of orcs have set up camp along the nearby river and while we have not been given official permission to set upon them, my men and I have been keeping a close watch. Should they swell into a raid during my absence and my men are killed then I would not be able to face myself in morrows morning. The man turned as he spoke, showing his back to Gilloleth for the first time. It was strange that a man of such standing would leave himself open for attack, even to someone who seemed like an innocent traveler. Of course, not too many assassins would be foolish enough to announce their presence in the camp and then try to strike down a commander in the middle of the guard posts. Once he was turned, Gibsons hand rose and he pointed down the northern path out of the camp. If you wish to see the Oracle then you are going to want to continue traveling to the north until you come to the rock shaped like a dragons skull. When you reach the skull, you will need to leave your steed and venture into the forest. Travel away from the road in the opposite direction which the rock is facing as though you were walking upon the dragons spine. Straight into the woods, about three hours travel, you should come to a river. From there, follow the river upstream. At the end of the river, or at least the end of where you can trek, there will be a waterfall cascading from the rocky ledge of a steep mountain. The Oracle resides in a cave hidden by the waters and mist of the falls. When he finished giving his instructions, the mans hand fell back at his side and he turned back toward the half-elf. His eyes stared into Gilloleths and his arms came to cross over his chest. Gibson knew that there would be no talking this girl out of pursuing the truths that the Oracle could bestow upon her. The soldier did not know what these truths might be but the entire situation seemed off to him and he knew that Miss Leirk would likely not like what the Oracle would have to say. No, there was more to this than that. He suspected that the half-elf would not like the Oracle herself.