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[Are people waiting for me to proceed?]

Ishtar smiled to herself. "Very good. Now, there are some guests outside that my sister is collecting. Go and help her, would you?" she asked sweetly. Valira was still being cradled in Akalfa's arms, when her heart sank. Behind her companion, another dark elf appeared, this one literally...

The dark elf hunter crouched over Valira, and turned her over onto her back. She grinned down, "Yes, I think you're right. Just look at the rack on this-" she suddenly spasemd as her face twisted in a way that looked as if something important had just burst inside her brain. She then slumped...

"Oh, they're the least of your problems." A sharp sting bloomed in Valira's thigh and she looked down to see tiny dart sticking out of her. Before she knew what was happening, her head hit the forest floor, as her body went limp. A lithe form dropped from the trees above Akalfa. It was another...

The stone flew through the air, pegging one of the brutes in the side of the head. It grunted, and spat a curse, then looked to where the stone had come from and growled before living off. It's partner stayed put, but redied it's spear, before reaching for a horn on its belt.

Peering through the trees, Valira could see that the voices belonged to a pair of Bugbears, massive burly relatives of the common goblin. Each one towered over seven feet tall, and was thickly muscled, with thin brown fur covering its body save for the face, which sported a long crooked nose...

As Zwarr struggled against his restraints, the heavy wooden door to the room he was in slowly opened, and someone walked in. At first he thought it was Valira, but that illusion was quickly shattered. She was an elf, and had a figure almost identical to the high elf's, complete with massive...

Not only a spell, but a struggle had apparently taken place here not too long ago. Broken tree branches, a splash of blood, and the telltale tracks of something being dragged off were all present. The final nail in the coffin was Zwarr's guitar, cast aside in a nearby bush.

The three made their way out of town, after telling the innkeep about their friend. As they reached the outskirts of the community, however, Akalfa smelled something; a strange sharpness hung in the air, one that she recognized as the lingering residue of teleportation magic; the kind of magic...

[Negasonic PM'd me. He say's he's coming back. Go ahead and continue, though.]

Making quick work of breakfast, the trio set out to find their missing companion, but as they exited the tavern, and made a quick run around the village, they found that no one had seen him since they arrived last night.

The group would awaken the next morning refreshed, relaxed, and ready to go. There was only one problem... Zwarr was nowhere to be found.

"Not at all, it was cute," she said, with a smile.

"Yeah, it headed that way," she said, pointing to the tallest mountain in the range beyond the hills; the one with smoke rising from the top.

"Oh, a little over a week ago. It flew right over the village with some pretty blond girl in its claws," she offered.

"Oh, you mean the woman the dragon carried off?" she asked, innocently.

Mira paused to spit on the ground. "They're a group of fanatics. They say they worship Illuna, but they just use her tenants as an excuse to kill people," she said. "Never did like talking about them, so what about you? What brings you and your friends so far out into the dark lands?"

Mira snorted back a laugh. "The same way most do I suppose. We follow her tenants of living in harmony with the wilderness, give thanks when good fortune comes our way, and occasionally hold a feast in her honor," she explained.

"Why, yes, she's Seluna's forbearer. Predates her by a good thousand years," Mira explained. "A primal god, more concerned with nature than mysticism."

Mira seemed to grow quiet at Dirk's, oddly specific, suggestions. "Right... Well, no, we just pay homage to the goddess Illuna, Mistress of the Moon," Mira explained.