The Story

Will do!

I didn't mean to shoot at you James, the keyboard ran away with me.

I assume Tegraine got taken to the other ship with the books during the fight. Maybe the pirates Magical guy performed a spell to transport him and the pile of books he was lying in to the ships hold?

A bit of interesting background. Dulin is elvish for Nightingale, Ohta elvish for war, and Ava Sorya elvish for don't dread / don't worry. A calming resistance movement. think maybe I'll have her say that a fair few times whenever things get tense. Ava Sorya. (I was carving Elvish into my bow for an event I'm at in a few weeks)

I think we'll make a good team, I loved the entry for your character by the way, sounds like she's been brought out of the book by him a few times. another fun fact, 'Goth' is elvish for enemy

Sorry been a bit slow off the mark.

Stacius sluggishly hefted his axe. His shoulders burned and his back ached, he knew that he did not have much energy left. A piercing battle cry from his left brought forth a sigh as he turned to face the threat.

“Cease! Á pusta!” shouted a voice. The shout echoed around the room in a way that no sound Stacius had ever heard before had.
Stacius saw a three eyed human stood next to what Stacius first took to be a child. The three eyed man was looking around at the disarray that surrounded him.
“Please, there is no need for violence.”

'There was from where I was standing' thought Stacius. He looked around making sure that he was safe from attack, before gratefully resting the shaft of his axe on the floor. He fought to hide the shaking from his exhausted body. He took the chance of this brief respite to ponder on his situation. Where was he? Where were his friends? How had he escaped the tunnels? His surroundings gave him no clue. Of the beings around him only a couple matched the descriptions and pictures that he had seen of humans as he was growing up. He did not recognise any of the others, and as far as he was aware there were only humans and dwarfs where he came from, that being said humans thought there were only humans; dwarfs hid below ground, beneath notice.

“I think you had better leave,” said the three eyed being to the group who had attacked Stacius. Those who were able to leave on their own carried those who weren't. Stacius watched them limp away, warily.

 After they had left Stacius saw a humanoid that he had not noticed before. It was stood absolutely still. Stacius doubted he would have seen it had it been in any kind of shadow. He noted the bow the being carried was hanging loose in its hands, but an arrow rested on the bow stave ready to be drawn at a moments notice. Stacius shifted slowly, bringing the creature into comfortable line of sight, whilst looking for something to hide behind.

“I think that an explanation is in order,” said the three eyed being.

Hi, here is my latest offering. I have tried to keep away from furthering the role of either Dulin or Stacius, although I did give him a few words, James. I hope they meet with your idea of him. It was the only thing I could do to pick up from your end point now all characters have been brought together. I hope it is alright.

FYI 'Corteza' = Spanish for tree bark. 'Sastre Barroco' = Baroque tailor (appropriate, I thought, a for place of Goths!)



Even though the librarian was three times his height, the dwarf faced his questioner boldly.

“I did what I had to merely for survival,” he replied. “But as you mentioned an explanation, I think I might not be the only one who needs to explain. Why am I here? Did you bring me from my world?”

The librarian sighed. “Yes, Stacius, it was I. Your skills as a fierce warrior are the stuff of legends. Believe me, I have read every book there is on your people and several of those books are here, with me now. The books are the reason I have travelled to Khula and the reason you are all now here.”

Tegraine looked to his two companions standing close by; a dark elf and a goth pixie from the planet Sastre Barroco, although Tegraine was now beginning to regret his latter choice. She had vexed him already with her demands for warmth and disagreeable demeanour. However, Tegraine was familiar with her unique powers. He had studied them in the Book of Goth over many years. He knew that given the right circumstances, Raisa could change her form to resemble any living creature she chose. Under his present conditions, on a planet with as yet, no sign of welcome, the recent attack from possible renegades from which he was still recovering and the lack of Ahura, Tegraine knew that Raisa’s powers would be invaluable.

“My name is Tegraine,” he began, “I am the Sagamore Librarian from the planet Yarbril. We are on the planet Khula. I was travelling here to seek out the Shamanic texts made from the rare Corteza tree native to Khula. Sadly, the tree species has become increasingly rare, many having been cut down several centuries ago. The tree takes hundreds of years to reach full maturity and there are...”

“Save the history lesson for your students,” interrupted Raisa. “I’m sure they’ll be fascinated. What is it you want with us?”

“I apologise for the digression, Raisa. I tell you only so you may see how vital my mission is. I believe that my ship was brought down by the band of renegades that you, Stacius, were fighting. For your help, I am greatly indebted, although to attempt to kill them all was by no means necessary.” Stacius shifted about on his feet and began to mumble to himself in the language of his people. “I heard that, Stacius,” said Tegraine.

“But you still haven’t told us why you need us,” reminded Raisa. “I am still shivering from the shock of being torn from Sastre. I was busy!”

“And for that I can only apologise again, Raisa. I brought you here because I realised that with Ahura, my ship’s interface, now out of action, I have no one to assist me. The impact of the ship’s sudden landing, the contretemps with the renegades, the magic I had to use to bring you here has left me depleted. Stacius, Dulin, Raisa, you three have powers and abilities that I do not. There are no other beings that I could trust with the protection of these priceless books. In short, I need your help.”

As Tegraine finished speaking, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching. All turned to face the new arrival.

That's great Fruitbat. Raisa has some fire.
The approaching footsteps - did you have a plan or a thought on that or is it open for interpretation?

Good idea - i was thinking along similar lines when i read it