It was a beautiful spring day, the sound of birds broken only by the creaking of leather and jingle of harness and Conor and Fergus made their way home from a meeting with the river people.
"Well, I think that went rather well, don't you, Fergus?"
Fergus grins, studiously not looking at Conor, "That it did, especially after
you managed to convince Eogan not to spit you like a rabbit."
"Fergus."
Fregus' grin widens, "Standing up to give a grand speech and knocking over a full tankard of ale all over King Eogan," throwing his arms wide to demonstrate. "I'll never
forget his face, or yours, for that matter." Glancing at Conor over his shoulder.
Conor gives him a pained look. "Well I can't be perfect all the time, Fergus, and I did appologize. I didn't mean ta..." he trails off, reiging his horse in. "Do ya hear that?"
-THE DRUID
Both men rein in their horses and listen alertly.
It was an odd sound, somewhat akin to wood
groaning. Fergus's eye catches a slight movement to the left of them, a huge
tree, draped in hanging moss and lichens seems to hang a split second in the
air, then suddenly it crashes forward right at them.
With hardly any time to react, both horses rear in fright, Conor loses his seat
and lands hard on his rear, still in the path of the falling giant.Now mere
seconds from crushing him. Fergus's mount regains it's feet and bolts to the
right to safety. Conor's horse isn't as swift and ends pinned and crushed
beneath the fallen tree. He turns to look for Conor among the splayed out
branches, hoping that he wouldn't find him dead.
-MECAZ
Fergus hears the moaning of Conor. There he finds Conor's horse on top
of Conor. Yet the horse was dead. Making his way through the brush, Fergus
finally reaches Conor who seems to be dazed after the hard fall. "You alright,
lad?" calls Fergus. Conor replies, "I will be if you would help me." Fergus
manages to use his pulling strength and his horse to move the tree off from the
dead horse. Conor pushes the horse off and gets up with pain in his face
expressions. "You sure you are okay?" asks Fergus. "I just have a few bruises.
Nothing to worry over", replies Conor. Fergus with a worried look, "We'd better
get you back to the Sanctuary and check out." Then, another noise is heard
beyond where the tree had fallen.
-Tshaman
Conor stands abruptly still as Fergus slowly turns on his heel towards the
sound. It was a sword against many swords. Both men look to each other, Fergus
clearly worried about the state of Conor's health despite his earlier
assurances. The elder warrior leans over to Conor's ear, "Should we look into
that swordplay or ignore it?" Conor looks at him agast, loudly whispering,
"Fergus! Maybe we can help... Come on!" and he dashes off towards the sword
sounds. Fergus follows close on his heels wondering to himself, 'Why did I even
ask?'
-MECAZ
Just then a young man in wearing what looks sort of like the Druid robe
comes out from the forrest. He looks to be about Conors age with dark hair and
strong features. He was actually a very handsome man. "Oh my, are you
alright?" he says "Im dreadfully sorry about that, guess that spell needs a
little work", he sayd to himself. "You almost got us killed" yells Conor trying
to stand and ignore the pain. "Who are you ?" asks Fergus. "I am Zander, the
magic maker". "Im really sorry I did'nt know you were ther until it was too
late". "What are you doing knocking down trees anyway?" askes Fergus.
"Actually I wanted to build a shelter because I'm going to be in the area for
awhile, I'm here to bust some Romans and Im looking for the one they call Conor,
I was told we are both planning on the same thing. Do you know him?" Fergus
and Conor look at eachother trying to decide if they should trust this man or
not.
@----}-------- Melissa
Conor looked to the robed man. There was a noise behind him. A voice
started talking far away as it grew closer Conor and Fergus knew that it was a
female. "Zander are you ok? What was that? I Heard this--" As she cleared the
bush she saw her companion and the strangers.
The woman was stunning she wore a robe the same as Zander's, she had dark hair
and eyes, and was carrying a elabortly carved stick that came to her forhead.
"Ahh, Nessa my dear." Zander said spreading his arm wide. "Gentlemen this is my
sister Nessa." She hopped over the fallen tree. "Hello" she said looking Conor
and Fergus over.
"I was just about to ask these fine men if they knew of the one called Conor."
"Aye, that we do lad." Fergus said atop his horse. "Good, could you take us to
him?" Zander said stepping down next to his sister. "Yes, but it would be a
short trip." Fergus replied. COnor chuckled then winced. He covered fast so that
no one would see, but not fast enough. Nessa saw him. She stared at him as
almost to study him.
"And why is that sir?" Zander said. He was oddly well spoken. Conor wondered,
bothered him more, where the strange man learned to speek so well. "Well lad,"
Fergus said continuing on."He's the one your looking for." Fergus said pointing
to The Celtic prince who started to lean on his sword for support.
"Your Conor? You can't be, your my age. The conor that we seek is a man, a man
who has faced the Roman Queen and her Evil sorcer."
-Novicedruid
Conor wasn't sure whether he should be insulted or not.
"I have faced them." he replied softly, deciding that this was the best answer,
instead of to reply hotly to the man that he was indeed a man, did he want
proof? The simple thought of proving any thing made his sides ache in
protestment. Zander stared at Conor for a moment, trying hard to believe him.
This youth who can't even stand up straight has battled with the queen and her
evil one? Impossible! Zander smiled, and laughed lightly. "Sure, if you say so."
Fergus tried to hide a chuckle. "But I am Conor." The blond prince insisted,
much to Nessa's amusement. "Maybe you should believe him, Zander. He might get
mad." she giggled. "And who knows what he could do? With wounds, too,
obviously... he can't fight, I'll bet!" The words stung Conor's ears to hear.
Insulted, he leaned further on the sword, then toppled gracelessly to the floor-
much tto the amusement of magic-maker and sister alike.
-Gwen