HEROIC REALMS

On dark entry road, a man in a familiar bright yellow robe with red trim makes his way past the cabins of the stronghold. He moves quickly, and silently with purpose. He finds his way to the sanctuary and says a prayer, then makes a small donation. He abruptly stands, and makes his way to fallen tree somewhat away from the main area of the stronghold and sits.

He sits, and takes some rations of food and water out of the satchel he was carrying. He eats the bread ravenously, as if he has not had a decent meal in a while. The small bottle of water is consumed similarly. He puts down his bag, and decides to rest here for a while.

He has the strange feeling that he had been forgetting about something, though sure someone in town could jog his memory.

A rythmatic clanking suddening can be heard behind him. As he turns he sees Hanz wearing a heavy tunic and gauntlets. "He Xollio" The clanking comes from his mace smacking into his armored palm.

"I've been looking for you" he growls, as he steps out of the shadows revealing his blue hair.

"Ah Hans! There you are! How are things going around here?" Xollio happily says Whirling around. “Care for a drink?” He says holding up a small bottle of something green. “You know, it gets quite hot in all that armor you… aren’t wearing.”

“Oh! Speaking of drinks, how did the latest rendition of my infamous elixir go? I trust the Delivery to the tavern went without incident.” He looks up and down Hans, finally noticing the bright blue hair. “I don’t remember your hair being that color my friend, what sort of malady is this?”

Xollo begins to rummage through his bag, and looks around in his newfound bandoleer.

“Wait. Why can’t I find that component in here? Wait, Blue? Oh, it seems I had made a grave miscalculation when I made that elixir. I fumbled the incantation while attempting to heat the mixture, which might have had a sort of delaying effect. But I can’t seem to find my bit of blue lobelia. I think I might have dropped it into the mixture while I was making the tea and adding the flavorings. But that shouldn’t have had any adverse affects, unless the fumbled incantation reacted with the plant to create something altogether different.”

Xollio begins taking some notes.

“So I trust that the hair has been the only adverse affect? I’m sure this difference could be harnessed to make something beneficial. Well, I’m sure if you let me try a few more things, like the application of aloe, and some salves, perhaps a few similar ventures, I can get your hair back to normal, or not. I don’t really know. Give me a little time; I’m sure I can work on it. All i need is your willingness.. to..... help......”

Xollio puts away his things and stands, and slightly extends his hand to shake. He is only met by Hans’ angry glare, and the thumping of the mace against his hand.

“Right then.”

Xollio bolts down the road.

GET BACK HERE YOU BUGGERING MENACE TO ALL THAT IS SANE!!!!! He bellows and takes off after him.

Without his armor on, he easily has the advantage of speed and nimblenss over the heavily robed alchemist and begins to gain ground during his pursuit.

"YOU'RE GONNA WISH YOU NEVER GOT BLOWN OUT OF THAT THAT TOWER!!"

Hans was quite a bit faster than Xollo remembered. Without all that armor on, it seemed he was running incredibly fast.. and 40 degrees to the ground.

Apparently he had gotten good at directing people too, as his wild swings quickly directed Xollio away from Hans, into a tree.

Xollio smashed into the tree with such force, it landed him flat on his back. "Fye." He said shortly before passing out from pain.

"AHA! I have you now you little terror!" Hanz declared in triumph, "I have recieved express permission from the Constable for something that has apparently never had to be done before."

He pulled the alchemist off the ground by the back of his robe's collar and hauled him up to the garrison. "Congratulations, you get to be the first citizen of the stronghold that gets to cool their heads in the garrison!!"


Hanz inhaled deeply, and with a grin, bellowed. "Constable!! The alchemist has been caught! Please report to the garrison to lock the little pyro up for a good while!!!!!!"

"And since the Constable isn't...." He said "Looks like I get to read you your rights, as appointed in the Stronghold!!!" Not once noticing that the alchemist was unconsious.

Orogom comes down the road, having heard the chase and the bellowing, and smiles in amusement before calling out, "Don't forget! He also has to pay for the mess that explosion left in the tavern...wood shards EVERYWHERE! And who do you think ended up being the one to clean it? Well...Zeesa, but that's besides the point! Here Hanz, let me give you a hand with dragging him down to the Garrison...oh, and you'll probably want to wait until he wakes up before pounding him..." Orogom catches up to the two and notices the smashed nose and black eye from Xollio's collision and flatly adds, "again..."

"Constable! Before you go..." Orogom lifts up his leg and turns his foot, showing the large hole in the bottom of his boot and asks, "Can you make repairs to boots, or make me a new set of boots? I fear these only lasted me about eighteen years...."

Orogom lets fly a rather uncouth reference to Torom's posterior and storms off, his frustration and desire to kill something growing quickly to it's peak...

Hanz, sigh. "Oro. What sized boot do you wear? I always have a few spare sets around. One of them is bound to fit, but alas, I cannot vouch on the style."

Orogom stops and turns, giving Hanz an odd look, then replies, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised with the amount of stuff you usually have... Thank you, and I wear an eight and a half if you have...if not I'll just keep hunting for Toromites or thieves."

"Welp, I wear a fourteen, so feel free to check them out, I have loads of them since leather boot bottoms are perfect for patching Izzy's armor...... Dont tell him that. But yes, if any of them are your size feel free to grab them, dont worry about payment, I would probably just have cut them up anyway."

Hanz reaches into his pocket, producing a small key. "Here, to get into the cabin, not like it is any use anyway, Sasch already lives there...."

He pauses, "I do want that back though.... Oh, and it is the large canvas bag on the right."

Orogom takes the key and thanks Hanz, then heads off to the cabins to look for a new shoe sole, or even a new set of boots if he's lucky...

The light begins to grow dim and Orogom rummages through the bag, but for the life of him he cannot find a good piece to patch up the boot. Closing up the bag and placing it back where it had been, he leaves the tent, grumbling and begins to head back towards the tavern when, as he passes the lodging he shares with Stark and Cali, he sees sitting in front of the door a new pair of boots made of leather with ornate silver buttons allowing them to be laced up the side.

Pulling out his gloves, Orogom gently picks the boots up and carries them down to the tavern. Once he gets there, he holds up the boots and says, "While I am extraordinarily thankful for the gift, my apologies for seeking if anybody can detect any magic on these before I put them on?"

((OOG: Keith - I will PM you))

(OOG: you might want ti inquire with a player about detecting magics...you are on your own here my friend. Hope they aren't cursed! LOL)

Israfil walks into the Tavern, having followed from Orogam from his cabin. "You know, I've got a spare pair of boots you could use. A bit worn, but they should still serve. And I know they aren't cursed or anything like that." [OOG: Assuming you really need a 'safe' pair, I'll bring mine. They should fit.]