That night Vondell had played two more songs, then went to bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Music flowed through the empty hall that seemed to go on forever in either direction. Vondell walked down that stone corridor, the music came from the corridor infront of him, but never became louder, nor softer. Vondell couldn't go back, or turn around. He could only go forward, trying to reach the place that the eerie music was coming from.

Vondell opened his eyes from his reaccuring dream. Being only half awake he wasn't sure if the scream he heard was real or not. Shaking his head to clear his head of drousiness, Von got up and stretched. He pulled his boots on, and his cloak. Then a chirp from a drousy Nelnya who had slept on the pillow next to his head.

Von strapped his pack onto him, then tenderly lifted the little fire lizard, and set her on his shoulder. He then made his way down to the tavern, where he found himself the first one there. He took a seat on the bar and ordered breakfast. While waiting he spotted Tristan.
"Aye, Tristan, over here. An' watch for the table infront of you," he said...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

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(Since we're suddenly all dreaming )
Darkness surrounded Amaran. Under the darkness on night he stalked his prey in complete silence, with not even a celebretory growl escape his throat. Peering through tiger eyes he tensed his haunches, preparing to spring. He lept, sprinting towards the deer.

The deer didn't run.

Instead, the deer turned slowly, its eyes blazing with unnatural light. Amaran froze. A strange chill slid down his back. It felt like the fear of a prey when it looks down a predator. Amaran tried to run, but his paws were held fast to the ground: no, they were no longer paws, they were feet. He was human again. Glancing back at the deer, he yelled in fear. THere stood a monster, tall and fierce, with the same unsettling gleam in it's eyes. Amaran struggled vainly at his invisible bond, but it couldn't be broken. He couldn't even shift. The beast spoke strange, horrible, unitelligible words. Then it lunged.

Amaran woke with a start, throwing himself into a defensive crouch before his rational mind took over. He sat down, rubbing his temples. The blanket of sleep had still not entirely left him. With a sigh, he stood up and stretched. It was just a dream, albiet one that he had experienced before. He shook his head, clearing his mind of last night's evil thoughts.
Amaran walked into the inn, searching for his party. He saw the blind one, the musician, and Strider, but niether Eavan or Dax.

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((I can't belive I only just saw your banner, Oceania. I love it!))

"I have a very wary eye, Strider, that sees and then immediatly decides." Amaran said calmly. "But it is not irrational. My thoughts may change about you, given they have reason to." His remark, though brusque, was made with good intentions. Amaran had little doubt Strider could be deadly. It would be nothing but good if Strider were on thier side.

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Tristan walked over to Vondell's table, directed by the bard's voice, easily avoiding any other pieces of furnature in the room. "I might be blind but I can still see more than you might think." he grinned to Vondell as he grabbed a stool and greeted the others. "Please don't talk of such serious matters in the morning, it brings bad luck for the rest of the day.."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
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It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Dax slept untill the sound of screams woke her. She sat bolt upright in bed and jumped out, not quite sure if it had been apart of a dream. She heard Eavan yell that she was fine and Dax sighed in relief. Strapping her bracers on and pulling on her leather boots, she walked out the door in to the hallway and headed down the stairs. Boy, she was hungery. "'Morning!" she greeted Vondell and the others, grabbing a stoll and sitting down at his table.

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"Morning," Vondell replied to Dax who had come up and sat at the table. Then he turned to Tristan.
"Well, they do say don't underestimate anyone," he said with a smile, then turned to his breakfast that he had ordered and finally got. It was a buiscut(sp?) and some sausage with gravy...

(hey Nymph, like the new second banner! Go Zack! But I can't read it all... It says "The cost of dreams and ____"... I can't read the last word, and I'm not even sure if I got the first part right...)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((Thanks, Eur, Zack rocks!!!! You got the first part right, it reads "The Cost of Dreams and Pride."))

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After Tristan had eaten something his mood had somewhat clouded. He thought of the long road ahead of them and wondered whether he was able to find the way with his memory as guide. His fingers were playing with his cane as he mused on many questions. Their group, no matter what, would track attention of people.. spies. Eventually it would become known they were there, who they were.. and perhaps what they wanted. His cane rolled over his fingers and every time when it seemed likely that it would fall he caught it within an eyeblink.
When he was still in service he had heard stories about these informers. Deserters, Wolfen-sympathisers and traitors, they were all systematically tracked down and captured.
Tristan grabbed his cane now firmly and got on his feet. If he wouldn't do anything else to occupy his mind with then he felt he would go mad. When he passed the bar he said to Eavan. "I'm waiting for you outside.." and with that he went outside and stepped into the bright sunlight.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
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It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"I'll accompany you" Amaran said quietly to Tristan. "I'd rather be under the sky then a roof" He smiled pleasantly, but it faded after he realized it wouldn't do any good. "You from around here?" He asked, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the bright sun.

"Then you and me are alike." Tristan smiled and he felt more at ease breathing in the fresh air than he'd been inside. "Although in this season I tend to prefer roofs over the sky for the ground is slippery and moist of all the rain. He leaned against the brick wall of the inn and let the sun shine on his face. "Not really.." he answered slowly to Amaran's question. "Are you?"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.