The smile of curiosity creeps across Renard's lips as he watches and listens to Star's descriptions. He had heard of such Orders but only such. They were quiet in every sense. The notion that one so comely and potentially deadly efficient would be travelling with them was enticing. "Well, fair ...

[ooc] please do! However I will add a little narrative that may be of interest to 'imagining' stuff... [/ooc] Everyone cannot help but notice that Renard is riding in a cart pulled by two horses: a gorgeous looking cherry bay mare and a stunning glossy-coated black stallion. They are wonderful looki...

Renard smiles at the thoroughness of the lovely druid. "An excellent question, Voice of Spring, and I am sure we all may have more friendly queries for you, Fallen Star of Omens. For now, ride in with us. We jouney a few days out from here and can spend the time learning more." Renard's sm...

Upon hearing his name mentioned, Renard gives a bow with a flourish. "Pleasure. The tales you have heard are music to my ears. For all these people," he says gesturing to those about him, including the goblin, Balpur, and the winged warrior, Arael, "have earned the honour that those t...

surely i wasn't clear but what i meant with the temple ruins and temple of Matheris is the ruins outside the town... not the Solaris' Church
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edit...
ops i mean Graveris

well in that case I am going to edit my post....

Moving his head side to side, attempting to get a better view of this person in the glade, he calls out. "Well met! The golden sun beckons spring as I do you." Renard smiles and looks about at his companions. Then back to the stranger asks, " Do you seek word with us, or do you seek s...

woo hoo!

<whew> glad i didn't miss much ... Monday was a holiday in Ontario "Family Day" (cool -- hehehe) and I was away yesterday looking after a sicky daughter ...
soooooo...

Renard looks at his companions, a motley crew to be sure. But with the sure blade of Thonunian, the deft skill of Akhash, the mysterious skills and gifts of both Arael and Balpur and the wisdom of Tanya, Renard felt confident. He just hoped he could contribute to this dangerous endeavour. "Well...

"I told the basics of what I know. Admittedly they are fraught with myth and hearsay" --he shrugs-- "But it comes with the territory. "What have you heard. I am interestd to hear more stories, for we will soon lern which this bard will sing of in the taverns in the followng mont...

Spotting Tanya with her Solana, Renard slips in behind her and gives her a quick hug. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Warm-Breeze-of-Spring." Noticing her checking saddle bags on Solana, he inquires, "Does this mean you have received communication from your mentor? Tell us all." :)

Nodding and once again, giving a respectful bow to the root elemental, Renard follows the others and meets up with Tanya.

Renard spreads his hands out in a show of acceptance. "It's true. Music has many gifts to give. If you," --looking at the others as well-- "any of you wish to know more about a magical item you have, let me know ahead of time and I can try an sing a song of knowledge upon it." <g...

Renard chuckles. "Do not apologize Arael. It is more than any of us could have done in such a simple manner." Renard takes another look at the frescos and after not finding anything else of interest, looks at the others. "'Mysteries wrapped in enigmas'..." And with a shrug conten...

He shrugs that boyish way again. "I don't have al the answers, dear one, I only have the tickles of suspicion. Instinct. It has lead me in many directions, including to you. But I know not if it is correct. I only ask you to be aware of the possibility. There are many contradictions, and few an...

A look of compassion fills Renard's eyes. After silently sighing, he confides something in her he had been mulling over ever since he saw the vision of her mentor... Tanya," --he gently places his hands upon her sof shoulders-- "when you trust, you trust with your whole heart. The danger o...

Then there is a pause as Renard's eye catches something. He looks a little closer, his young brow furrowed in thought and possibilities. Then looking back at Tanya, "ah, my Little Warm Light of Farwood ... does Matheris' staff not look a lot like White Blossom?..."

The alien quality of the language spoken is enough to draw Renard's attention, but that Areal and the root elemental are speaking to one another surprises him. It shouldn't, for the winged man has shown a capacity for the unbelievable already and on numerous occassions, but Renard admits to himself ...

As Thonunian makes introductions of himself and Areal, renard smiles. "What a fantastic hero this one will be," he muses to himself. Giving Akhash a friendly ribbing as he passes him. "Don't be a stranger, dark one. Introduce yourself." ;) And with a bow to C'tar-melack and a pat...

yah, well we'll see ... if there IS another deamon in there, I'm crying...!