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Anar Forest-Ostland
Dominant Race(s): None
Places of Significance:
Allegiance: The Empire
Population Size: 235,000
Services: Merchants, Mercenaries, Blacksmiths
Overview: The most populated, and also safest part of the Anar Forest from Orc attacks. There are many villages, and several towns in this region.

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(I love your posts, they are already awesome XD and you already get what is going on. By the way you should have posted in Streleheim Plains-Ostland first, but, you are new, and also it is on the second page so I will let it slide.)

Hiding off the side of the road was a group of 3 bandits looking to make some more money before they headed back home. They had no fire and kept warm in thick wool blankets. The two were starting to dose off when the one shook them both.

"What in the nine hells!?"

"Yeh! can't ye see we were trying to get some shut eye!"

"Oh shut up you knuckle heads, we has a traveler coming this way, get into position and then after this we can head back and stay in nice warm bed with a woman for each of us."

The other two grumbled but then set up their positions. The leader went into the road to meet the traveler while the other two lit the wicks and prepped their muskets and then waited for the traveler to get into position.

(You probably know this, but a matchlock musket's wick would make a glow even smaller than a firefly, but they are also not that far off the road, just saying)

The lead bandit could not believe what had just happened, "damn it you idiots! agh!? FIRE!" The other bandit with a musket fired, but it had the same effect. The leader took out two muskets from his belt and fired at point blank range. While the other two ran out of the bushes wielding maces over their heads.

He stared at him dumbfounded at the question for a moment, "uhhh, the further south you go the worse it gets I hear. or you can just go North and it will get bad immediately." He then turn and ran into the underbrush, leaving his comrades and weapons behind.

(You can't reach Keslev during the winter btw, um, I sent you a PM response to your questions and ok, you can use fencing terms, but keep on posting that link for a bit until people begin to get familiar with them. And once stuff gets in place I would prefer to do the rebuttals for your adversaries sweatdrop )

A large, scaly figure in a thick cloak moved through the forest with great speed. Making a break for the path he was familiar with. There, he hoped to escape the snow while he traveled through the forest. The bitter winds sting at him and he realized his potion was almost out. He reached into a sack to his left, under his cloak. He paused in his travels. He pulled out an old glass vial with a strange orange-yellow glowing potion. It was bright and obvious in the forest. The lizardman tilted his head up and poured the fluid straight into his throat. The cloak fell off his head as he did.

The giant lizard-creature looked around the forest, examining the quiet forest with yellow glowing eyes. His name was Garj Vagabond. He didn't have a home to look for. After a minute, he put the cloak back over his head and kept moving through the woods. He leaped onto the path up ahead and landed on the patted down, snowless dirt. He celebrated his miniature victory over the weather. His attention was soon distracted by something on the path.

He watched from down the path as the whole thing unfolded. He was curious about this new figure, but didn't let it get the best of him. He was ready to charge in to help, but never saw a need to. In fact, the lizardman almost felt bad for the bandits. When the event was over, he backed away, moving down the path and back on his way. A feeling a fear filled his stomach. He suspected this spellcaster was up to no good. Though he tried to duck away from the man's sight, he knew that his size and jogging movement would be hard to miss. Still, best not to risk a battlemage feeling threatened by the Slann.

Garj's pace was brought to a screeching halt when the battlemage appeared in front of him at an alarming speed. He reached for his mace and clutched it tightly under the cloak, the coarse wood feeling familiar under his grip. The lizardman stood up tall, towering over the frail human. He grunted aggressively and examined at every movement the human did with bright, yellow eyes, ready the make a move to counter any attack. Yet, nothing came, and the human even extended a friendly peace offering.

Garj watched the human walk away from him to a log. He could sense no deception in the mage. Still, he won't take any chance. There was a grand risk in trusting someone like this character, but Garj felt compelled to accept his peace offering.

Garj approached the human, stepping through the cold snow. He paused to adjust his cloak. He sat in the snow across from the strange human. There was silence for a few short moments while Garj planned out his next move. "They call me" began the bulky Slann, "Garj. I am not accustomed to kindness from your... people." It was a simple statement, but one he felt was necessary to establish a connection between the two different characters.

A little more than a mile away the fleeing bandit was beginning to run out of breath. So he finally stopped running and sat down against an old tree. He took out a flask of ale and drank it quickly to try and warm himself up a bit. He felt bad for his two friends, but he could always find more. After a few moments he stood back up and began walking back towards the town he was staying at. He didn't get more than a few steps when a band of bizarre misshapen creatures jumped him all at once, they whacked him over the head with their heavy limbs before he could let out a yell for help. One of them produced a sack from his belongings and the others stuffed the unconscious man into it. The one with the sack slung the man of his shoulder and they then started marching back home. Their lady might be angry that they strayed so far from their usual hunting grounds, but at least they had something to show for it.

( crying crying those posts were beautiful. Um, you two can Role Play for a bit, I will try and get more people to join you, but who knows. I will monitor what is going on and if I feel you need something to do I will throw in something. Um, Valen yeah, you did everything right with the Magic Boosting spells, and, although it may be easier to speak the incantation, thinking it is enough for most mages.... except maybe goblins razz Mk, traveling to Keslev will be next to suicide in the winter, but who knows. Um... finally, the creatures that attacked that bandit, they are just sorta setting up for something else. You may come across their tracks if you are still heading to Sylvania.... cause that is where they are going)

" If you think that was magic you really must not have much exposure to it. An archmage or a Lich would have probaly lit this entire forest aflame, and the battles between the Angles, Devils, and Dragons make that look like a friendly campfire." Pouring a cup of tea Karas Laughs a little at the universe in general. " Just rember a good blade to the neck will stop a caster as easaly as any other man. Its gunmen that truly scare me. At least a warrior, or mage takes years to become dangrous. Give any idiot one of thoes things and all it takes it an afternoon of training and he can kill with ease. Take my advise and watch thoes that cary wepons like that." Sipping the tea Karas looks to the east. "So what sort of busness are you about in this part of the world."