--- Adventure 1 ---

So, Ias rolled the stone very near to the fire, and spinned it untill it reached a face that was more likelly to be sat upon. "Here, Drogo... you may relax a bit, untill the girls cook something. We may enjoy a story or a song... I feel like an old legend right now"

Rissa went near Angy and offered her help. "I can handle this... just tell me what exactly our *gentlemen* whant us to do here..."

The fire was burning, and ashes already appeared. It was perfect for frying something right now.

"Thank you.", smiled Drogo. He sat down. It was good to feel the warmth of the fire. "You... you mentioned you come from a land of ice... Are there many... like... like you, there? I've hear of a land of ice, far away, where they don't have night and day like we do. The sky is always dark, the deepest dark blue you could imagine. Everything is frozen... and there is a pale light dancing in the sky, like a frozen lightning... shimmering in all colours... it gives a permanent twilight." He stopped, smiling. "That's not where you come from, is it?"

"Well , we're supposed to cook this meat , to make it...ehm...tasty. I already put on it some pepper...green one!. We'll still need some wine on it. What d'you think?"

Ias though a little bit. "No... I... I am not from a land of ice. I visited one once. They had this castle... The Crown of Winter... Winter Crown... carved in the most majestic glacier. Byt magic spiders... chitter, chitter..." Ias tickled Drogo, laughing. "And up high, on the large balcony they had, Icicles dragon and Frozen Snakes fly. There is a tower, so high... from where i jumpedo nce down bellow... Azurunim caught me... I don't know what was in my mind... but I climbed so high the tower... then i jumped. The frozen snake was good enough to bring me safelly back. I think about making a videoclip with the scene... I felt so alive!... Though Ice magics are still only just an ideea for me. You see... just like fire... water has it's sub-elementals. I only know water magics in relation to Night and Death... few things like Ice and Coldness... My realm of origin is something else... I can tell you about it, if you so wish..."

Rissa and Angy were cooking the meat... right? Right?

"You're asking a wolf about meat taste? Eek... I could eat it all like this already!"

Drogo laughed. He was completely relaxed now. "Yeah, I do, Ias. I love stories. By the way... does your name mean anything?"

Silently, Thorn walked out of the shadows. He seemed pretty rested. He paused, looking the scene over. No one would've guessed these people were strangers just a couple of nights before... and neither that they were out on a dangeroes quest with all sorts of creatures at their heels.

He approached the fire grinning. "So I take it now one is watching, right?" He looked Drogo in the eyes "Be glad it's just a Druid of Shilmista standing behind ya, little fella." He broke out into a silent chuckle.

"Cut the bragging, Thorn. I might have just as well stood behind you, had you been on watch and you know it", came a calm, pleasant female voice out of the shadows, somewhere between Drogo and Angy.

Duro'than was surprised to hear the woman. It made him nervous that he didn't sense her before. But Thorn didn't seem alarmed and that calmed him a little. Still, he was intrigued.

"My name was chosen by my both parents... Vayarad is from the rothik alicorn part... is more easier to speak, gentle. Iasulepan is raivanior specific, with clear and strong letter groups: Ia-su-le-pan... no other pronunciations diference. It's like Inkas'nym... the faimous raivanior... the one and only of his kind... my father. I loved the realm of Vraeslor... the red world. Where I was born and raised. Both my parents were from here... though, ony my mother raised me... before she died and... I ran..."

Rissa was preparing the food, however, the new woman appeared all of a sudded. She felt something like a shiver going down. Good she was still wolven form.

Angy was surprised to see the woman. She looked at her , in amazement. What did she want ? Who was she?

"Rissa" said Angy in a hushed tone , "do you like her?"

The cat was sniffing. She had a bad feeling about this person. But maybe..she was wrong..maybe.

"It's... sad", Drogo said. He missed his parents. Even though, most often they would scold him for something he did wrong. He missed everything about his home, actually.

Out of the shadows stepped a cloaked and hooded figure. She looked at each of the ones present in turn. She took off the hood of her cloak (its colours seemed to blend with the night) and threw her long hair back. It shone red in the flames, as if it was a little fire itself. This movement revealed deep black eyes... but also two deep red scars on her left cheek that appeared to be fresh.

Neither taking off her hood, nor throwing back her hair seem to impress the black raven that sat on her shoulder, which was eying the travelers intently. In one hand she was holding a staff, with a glowing green gem at the end, her other hand rested on the hilt of a curved scimitar.

Her face slowly formed a smile. "Good evening. I am Sihaya, Druid of Shilmista. I welcome you to the ancient campsites of my people."

"Well... I kinda miss my homeworld too, though... I can hardly stand the crimson skies that fall on you... there are wounds that aren't closed it... within my realm. I still love... and I hope to find a way to sight a pact with myself. But not yet..."

"Who's the gal?" Rissa whispered to Angy. Angst was in her voice.