Campaign of the Month: December 2007

Cold Blood

Interlude: Talan

In which Talan meets Ari.

by mpw

While yawning, Talan stretches and eases himself out of bed. Although it’s very early and the rest of the party is still asleep, he grabs his weapons and heads out of Chirper’s. With still a day to go before the Jester’s Masque, the party has decided to split up and finish any last minute tasks. Talan’s self imposed tasks, in no particular order, are to ground himself, clear his mind, and find some solitude.

As much as I like Sheen, Joris, and even Haden, all of this civilization is starting to get to me. I’m beginning to get that feeling again… the one where all the faces, shops, and taverns crowd and bleed together and I can’t breathe. Too much noise, too many bodies.

”...Hey! Talan,” says Thea.

“What? Oh. I didn’t see you Thea, and I certainly didn’t mean to trip over you. I’m sorry.” He’s been walking in a circle around Chirper’s, totally oblivious to the fact that Thea has been matching his pace for the past five minutes.

“Is something bothering you? Maybe I can help?”

Talan shrugs and gives a weak smile. “I don’t think so. Don’t take this the wrong way, but sometimes I just need to get away … you know … from other people. Please excuse me.” Without a backward glance Talan speeds up his pace and walks away. Frowning, Thea watches Talan head toward a less populated part of town.

What’s wrong with me. Why can’t I just relax. I wonder how Hexla’s doing? Wait where did that come from… relax … breathe … relax … breathe. I hope this masque isn’t too crowded.

Talan slows down when he realizes that he’s actually found an empty spot under a tree. He drops under the tree, breathes deeply, and settles in to run through some meditation exercises.

Lick. Slobber. Slurp, slurp. Lick. “Hey! cut it out.” As Talan’s eyes come into focus he realizes he’s pretty much glued to the tree by a huge white and gray dog with blue eyes. “Hold still. Down!” Tongue lolling, the dog plops down next to Talan. “Beautiful dog like you must belong to someone.” Talan searches the dog for a collar or any identifying mark but finds nothing. “Well you’re definitely a she, maybe this is my lucky day. In any case we’ll see if anyone is looking for you. Come on let’s go and see if we can find the others.”



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