Whereabouts Unknown

[singent]

"Well, I guess itsah been about 3 months since I has me a bath," pondered Aumer. John stripped all he had...which isn't saying much: his shirt, pants, shoes?, and a pouch that clinked when it hit the ground. "No touching my rocksh!" He announced waggling his thumb at a tree near Everett. With that he cannonballed in, clinging to his wineskin. Only to hit the bottom of the river. When he jumped in the water simply went around him. "Hehe, whoops." And then he was immersed. He stood, scrubbing himself with the sand half-heartedly.

He was most interested in various rocks he found sifting through the sand. Collecting choice rocks, which there did not seem to be a constant that he was looking for except that they were all different, in size and color, holding them out of the water and staring with such intensity and scrutiny that his eyes crossed, he prompty ate them one after another. Which he quickly followed up with taking a draught from the wineskin. The more he drank, the more of the wineskin itself disapeared. He continued until he had consumed? the skin, and with that laughed like a child at a park and then started drinking copious amount of the river.

He stood, saluted Everett, a rock, and Sasha. Aumer then jumped up and out the water, with a stream of water propelling him as he assumed a cross-legged position. His source of propulsion, coming from ...an...oriface allowed him to jet back and forth a few times til he settled on the bank next to Everett, still in his cross-legged position. Laughing like a kid who found a new toy, he ripped the inseam thread of his pants out, and pulled them and the shirt along with the shoes? on. "Look, I'm a monk! I've got robes now!" He proudly proclaimed, to the aforementioned rock.

[Everett]

Everett moved to lean against a tree smirking to himself. He figured the drunk would jump into the river with all his clothing, yet he decided to go nude into a river which must of been freezing at the moment. "Oh I won't touch your rocksh." He slurred letting out a chuckle. He was rather intoxicated at the moment chances were he was in a black out, he wouldn't remember anything once he awoke.

The elf chipped away at his small blocked of wood. It was beginning to take shape of a humanoid. "Did he drown?" He asked himself quietly before peeking over the drop off. Nope, he thought to himself turning back to lean against a tree he now proclaimed as his. It became obvious the man was enjoying himself, perhaps too much. In sake of his sanity he would not check again.

A few minutes passed before the mage reappeared. The elf tilted his head to the side, "That just should be allowed to happen." Everett looked at the drunkard, well at least he wasn't completely naked. He shook his head. "Now didn't you enjoy that maybe you should show more?" The elf turned back in the direction of his camp. If the visitors continued to multiply at the same rate he would have a town's worth. "Lets go." He ordered. "We must sleep soon, the rest of the adventure starts in the morning.?

[Lynx]

Teeth were bared as the lady spoke. "I am no pet, traveling wench, I am a Draconian. It is the likes of you that keeps my kind solitary. Pity that your education is so lacking in your dense brain that you cannot even recognize other races properly," she spat. At least the little snippet was leaving. Waving a hand as if dismissing her, Agate cunningly sent a strong blast of wind towards the cart, blowing furs about heedlessly. Chuckling internally, she pretended not to notice any further actions. The good thing about controlling wind was that it wasn't so visible as fire or water. You couldn't see a zephyr coming upon you like you could a torrent of liquid.

"Cease thy domineering ways, Rider, lest you tread where you are not welcome," she suggested, her eyes boring into his. "And do not attempt to scare me with your fearsome breath weapon, dragon." Getting up from her seated position, she stretched languorously, much like the feline that the drunk had carted along. Her wings spread to their sixteen foot span, overshadowing much of the site. "You do what you wish - I am going to go and help the drunk man snap out of it. Alcohol is not beneficiary to any part of your body," she grumbled. Stalking off, she left the Rider and his mount to do what they pleased.

Easily locating the pair due to the splashing, Agate came out upon the river. Her eyes flickered to Everett, who appeared rather disinterested, and then to the drunk, who was....was he eating rocks? Then he drank more, much to her dismay, and managed to eat the wineskin as well. Coming up behind the white haired elf after he spoke, she murmured, "It is a good thing you have no children - they would be dead if their mother ever left them with you. Did you not see that he ate the rocks from the river and consumed his entire wineskin? He will keep us up all night with his stomach troubles!"

[Everett]

Everett returned the carving knife and wood block into their previous spot. The elf rose his eyebrow as the dragon appeared. He wouldn't be surprised this time, or at least he wouldn't show it. "Well I could be a father first all." He smirked in anticipation of her response. " Aside from that I am obviously not treating the drunkard like I would a son. If I was it would be incredibly awkward, if my son was old enough to not need my help he would be intelligent enough not to eat rocks." He lifted his hand and opened his palm as he began to count his fingers. "Secondly if my son became a drunk, chances are it would not be as a child. " The elf moved to his third finger. "Thirdly the drunkard is not my son, comparing him to a possible son of mine is well quite offensive..." He lifted a fourth finger. " I would not stop the man. He's a grown man he makes his own decision." The elf smirked. "Finally my woman wouldn't have the option to leave." The last one was obviously added as a joke. "Oh and I don't have a child."

[singent]

"Child? Who has a child? I did once...can't remember where I put her for the life of me..." pondered John out loud. "oOo, I do have a wife, she doesn't look it, but she's older than me. Hmm...again I don't know where she is. Or has been, hehe, cause she's an officer or some such." John tittered like a little school girl. "Right, so we get drunk, pass out, wake up in the morning, and begin our grandiolo adventure!" He stood, putting his arm around Everett, with his other he held another full looking skin. Bowing so much that he fell forward onto his head, now positioned such as a tripod, he addressed Agate," And you young and fairy maiden, do you with to accomplish us and defeet a rampant dragon?"

[Lynx]

Agate shook her long head, sighing at the elf. He was a convoluted thinker, that was for sure, and yet she did find him appealing compared to the normal visage of the happy race. "Yeah okay then Everett - you sit here and reminisce about not having a spawn. I'll go deal with our happily intoxicated friend over there," she grumbled, turning to look at the man, who had come over by this time. He rambled on about a wife and a daughter and such. Agate thought with a sarcastic air why on earth the woman would have left him. If he'd been this way for any amount of time, it was no real wonder. Few women liked drunken idiots. She sighed again, with an expression of longsuffering, as the man simply fell over. Another flask had somehow gotten into his hand...well, he was a mage. "Yes, rampant dragon, quite," she said halfheartedly, looking into the forest. Her bright green eyes found what she was looking for. Crossing to the forest line, she picked off a sprig of dark green leaves. Walking back over, she twirled it in her silver grasp. "Well, a mighty knight such as yourself shouldn't go about fighting the terrible beastie without a strength potion, yes?" she queried, a spark of mischief appearing in her eyes. Then she crossed back into the forest without waiting to see if he would follow. Here she snapped off a few branches, there she stripped bark off of a reddish tree - there was no telling what she would pick next. Agate had a plan.

[Everett]

"No you can't drink, not now. Not today, thats what he wants you to do. You have to think around him." Everett grinned to himself. "Not to mention he would a much longer-" The draconian flew away, his timing was next to perfect. The elf pushed the arm drunk's arm away. "Too soon." He said patting him on the shoulder. "Now give me the wineskins you posses while you tell me of your daughter and the ol lady." He opened the palm of his other hand. "If you continue to drink he will grow in power because of anger. He wants all of it for himself." The elf gave a nod of approval to Agate. She was a sly draconian. "Now then take the potion." He watched as the part dragon ran into the forest. "Lets go." The elf jogged afterwords making sure he did not go to far into the forest. He turned over his shoulder to look at Curb-Drinker.

[singent]

"No drinking just for now? Hmmm, alright then. I've got enough stored for nows. And uh about the wineskins...you can't have them all just so you know. I'll share but uh...all of them? That's a lil hard der. And where are we going? I thought we werz going to sleeps? And my lady? She's like you," and he bursts into a fit of laughs," well, except she has a much better body," now John is peering around Everett, a look around plus up and down. "Yes, she has pokey eers like you, but is much better looking." Aumer pronounced with an utmost serious look.

He scratches his beard, deep in thought,"She worked for your godful gov'ner...boss-man...err imperer? But she insisted that she wasn't with the army, which is stupid. But we gots lost along the way, cause the imperer wanted my secret recipe you see." His face now etched with lines that showed his age,"And that was that, we've been trying to find each other shince." He concludes, punctuating the end with a shrug.

"Now me da'ter," he said perking up, practically beaming,"she's a ..." John sniffles,"She's lost!," he bawls out. "I lost her when wes tried to do magic, we knew it was sum'tin you shouldn't try but she wan'd to," but his tears were clearing up. "At least I know she's safe," he said with a wan smile.

"Oh, right! So I was sum'in up as much as I could in one pot, so hirs ya go!" And with that, 37 wineskins piled onto Everett's out stretched hand all the way to his shoulder, each alive and trying to climb to the top of the pile. "There, they like you," he said beaming. "Oh...where were going?"

[Lynx]

Ignoring the two, who were following though at a lackadaisical rate, Agate continued her foraging. A few bright white flowers caught her eye and eagerly she zipped over to them. Her claws dug into the ground, pulling up a few plump bulbs. Yes, these would work. A few broad leaves from another ground growing plant were plucked and carefully held in her free hand. A vine growing up a tree was ripped up, leaves and all, and strung over her shoulder. A few mushrooms here....a strip of bark there....a careful handful of flowers...all this went into Agate's silver grasp. Finally, when she had collected much of the bounty of the forest, she made her way back towards the 'camp'.

Dumping the mass of bark, leaves, vines, and general flora upon the ground, she looked around for something to cook it all in. Her brilliant emerald eyes spied a flask the drunken mage had left behind. Momentarily ignoring the dragon and his Rider, she sighed. Back to the river for water. Quickly she rushed the short distance, passing Everett and the drunk, who was doing some magic trick. Scooping water in, she ran back. A Draconian could run faster than a human and so this had taken her only a few minutes. Taking up two nearby rocks, she began crushing all the items into powders and pastes, then putting them in the flask. Hopefully the drunk would get here soon.

[sumdood]

Aldos raised his eyebrows at the Dracon, his arms crossed, as she told him to quit being 'domineering'. He just shrugged, shook hsi head, and went over to Draedan without another word.
"We're leaving," he said, fixing Draedan's saddle back up,"We finish the trip now."
"Are y ou sure?"
"Yes, I'm quit sure," Aldos said,"This group is about as friendly as an angry she-wolf protecting her pups! I was just trying to keep the Elf from mishandling the drunkard, and the Dracon gets onto me. I swear, none of them seem to have any kind of manners whatsoever!"
"Some people are like that," Draedan said, moving his forelegs and wings in a dragon-shrug.
After quit a while, Aldos had the saddle back on Draedan and then he hopped up into it, and the large green dragon took off into the sky.
They flew for just a few minutes until they heard a screech from the forest below.
One that they both knew.
"Dammit! A gryphon!" Aldos muttered,"Draedan, you know what to do!"
"Already on it!" Draedan said, veering to one side, away from where the screech was. When he righted himself, Aldos looked over towards where the screech had come from to see a gryphon, it's eagle eyes gleaming in anger at their trespass on its territory.
Draedan stopped flying, staying in place, and spat globs of acid at the gryphon, who wheeled through the air, dodging all of them.
"dang," Aldos muttered to himself, pulling his halberd and holding it with one hand as best as he could.

[Fayr]

Malar watched as the confusion ensued. He had thought this band was crazy and he had been proven right. The drunk was completely and utterly crazy and frankly annoying. Oh how Malar wanted to throw on of his blades through his throat, but he couldn't not without alerting the dangerous elf and dracon. He would bide his time since they all seemed to be powerful in their own right except fro the merchant and were bond to have something of value.

Malar frowned as he saw the dragon rider leave since it was he who Malar had been counting on to know the most and say the most. He would have swore if he didn't fear it would give up his position. He shook his head as he adjusted his blue traveling cape so that he could move his body into a better position to see the others.

[Everett]

Everett listened to the what he assumed was suppose to be a sad story. "Your secret recipe huh? I never recalled seeing your face within the palace. Granted chances are you didn't have that bushy beard." The elf said looking over his shoulder while jogging. " You can come back and get those later." He ran as slowly as he could to let the drunk keep up and stay away from the living wineskins. "We're going to camp, I believe the draconian is brewing you a special drink." The elf while running would check on the drunk every few seconds to make sure he did not wander off aimlessly. He made it to the camp site seconds after Agate. The elf had assured the drunk hadn't fallen behind. He quickly looked about the camp, there seemed to be a lot more room. "Where the dumb and old ones go?" He asked, looking up to the sky they were flying away. "Perhaps they are fed up with the fact I did not recognize their glory."

[singent]

Springing forth from the bush, Aumer yells,"ARHH!" Assuming an odd position with fingers crooked and leaning to one side to keep from falling over, his face in a drooping snarl, spittle flying into his beard. Then he doubled over into fits of laughter. He walked over and pointed at the skin in Agates hand,"I thought you didn't partake dragonkin?" Then quickly withdrew his hand and shook it around. "AHHHH!" He knelt down and started scrubbing his hand back and forth across the ground, reached out and grabbed the wineskin and started pouring it over his hand. When he calmed down, he put his hand out. Right on the back of his hand was a mass of raw skin where it looked like the first couple of layer were ripped off. And with that, the mage looked up scowling,"Acid." And he pointed to the dragon and it's rider fending off a griffon. Aumer was angry.

[sumdood]

The gryphon slammed into Draedan's side, and the large dragon immediately responded by battering it with a wing, knocking it downward toward the ground. The he shot a few more globs of acid at the eagle/lion.
"Draedan, be careful!" Aldos said,"Those others are still down there!"
"I know, but this gryphon is just as large as I am. It's going to be a tough fight since these things are faster than I am."
"I know, but we've got to keep from hurting them down there," he said,"Let me try something when it attacks again."
"You're not going to do a suicidal jump, are you?"
"Of course not," Aldos said, pulling his halberd.

[Lynx]

Snarling, Agate ripped the wineskin back from the drunken fool. He had poured about half of it out...but there was still enough for it to work. Shoving the stopper in it, she observed his hand. Yes, it was acid. A screech brought the source to mind. That stupid dragon Rider! His obnoxious beast was spitting acid at the other flying creature. Agate peered to see what it was. The answer came tumbling downwards. A gryphon, large and in its prime, hurtled downwards, catching itself before it hit the ground. Its feathers brushed the fire, branches showering down on the trio. "Gryphon!" she shouted as it regained altitude, determined to pursue that which had invaded its territory. "Run for it! Gryphons are very territorial and best left alone!" Storing the wineskin in her belt, she grabbed the drunk so he didn't do anything stupid. "Quickly, quickly! Grab your stuff, Everett!" she urged. Her wings were half flared, ready for flight if need be. The gryphon would pursue anyone it found to the edge of its territory. They were best left alone. "RIDER!" she roared to the skies, "FLEE! THE GRYPHON WILL ONLY CHASE YOU TO THE EDGE OF HIS TERRITORY! FLEE OR RISK SERIOUS INJURY!" Gryphons were noble beasts and it was frowned upon to kill them.

[Everett]

Everett smirked in amusement as the drunkard appeared. That was until he pointed to the dragon. The elf quickly moved his hand to wards his sword, only pulling it out of its sheath half way. He knew he wouldn't be able to aid the dragon fighter from here. Everett quickly scanned the camp site for a bows and arrows. He gritted his teeth as Agate began to yell. "Ehhhh." He was reluctant to leave, but he knew he would have to. Once again he quickly looked around the camp, there was nothing of importance to him here. The elf dashed out of the camp and into the forest. "Lets go mage." He gave him a slight tug as he ran by the drunkard. Everett was left to wonder why the gryphon had only appeared now and not before.

[Fayr]

Malar looked up in time to see a glob of acid hit the tree he was using for cover and some fall on him. It started to burn into his cloak but it was only a small amount. Malar swore and quickly followed the draconian's advice and started to run through the forest. His master would hopefully understand running from a griffin and an acid spitting dragon.

[singent]

"Gah, curse you dragon!" yelled Aumer poking a spindly finger into the sky...in the general area of the fight, and then started to run, then decided skipping was a better alternative. He tried to skip fast enough to keep up with the party running, which in the end looked like he was jumping forward rather than skipping. His face set with dust and determination, his tongue sticking out just a tribute to how hard he was trying to skip at everyone run speed. He was quickly getting tired and running out of breath, and started to slow down, "*phew*phew*phew*burp*, ugh..guys..guys..that's not the right way, there's a shortcut this way..." he said pointing a finger towards a narrow path between two huge oaks, while with the other hand held his stomach doubling over.