Sabin de Lasartesse looked up at the nearly full moon as his horse carried him toward his destination. It was a hell of a time of the night for a meeting but this when the tip had said. Kaman was an annoying, wily bard but at least he usually gave out decent jobs. Although, now that Sabin thought about it, the last one had ended badly. He suddenly wondered if he should turn back and look for other work in the morning. At the last moment he decided that if he was this far he might as well keep going and see what Kaman had gotten him into. He began to look and listen for some sign of whoever he was supposed to meet up here.
A few minutes later he saw a fire among the trees. Why they were out here in this godforsaken forest instead of a warm inn was beyond Sabin. He was within a few yards of the fire when he felt himself suddenly leave his saddle. For a moment he thought he was floating in the air but soon realized that he was being held there by a massive man clad in animal skins and holding a huge axe in the other hand. His hands free, Sabin drew his twin rapiers and pressed the tips to the behemoth’s neck.
A deep voice eminated from the giant of a man. “Who are you?”
“Let me go!” Sabin responded. The stench of the animal skins momentarily made his vision swim.
“You tell me who you are or I crush you… or skin you. I haven’t decided”
“Let me go or-”
The man interrupted “Just tell me who you are!”
Sabin took as deep a breath as the man’s grip on him allowed. “Sabin deHavilland”
The man let out a bellowing laugh that revealed that part of the bad smell was his breath as well. “Why didn’t you say so?” He dropped Sabin who momentarily landed on his feet only to fall onto his butt in surprise. This, of course, caused the strange man to laugh loudly again. It was a wonder he didn’t alert every beast in the forest. “I’m Jorgan of the Far Hills and I’m one you were meant to meet.”
Sabin was stunned. “You!? I was meant to met a stinky barbarian in the woods? I thought this was adventure for fame and profit.” Jorgan laughed again, a sound Sabin was quickly beginning to grow tired of. Sabin sheathed his swords and dusted himself off once he had gotten to his feet. He looked for his horse, fearing in the craziness that she may have run away. However, when he turned around there was a young woman holding onto the horse at the limits of the light of the fire.
“Don’t underestimate dear Jorgan. He has served me well these long years.” The girl was all of 18 and quite a sight. She wore loose robes and had long, long unbraided hair. She seemed dainty but had a sense of strength about her. Strangest of all she bore marks under each eyes, groups of black lines descending from each eye. (Much like mascara might run in our world). She caught Sabin staring and smiled as she continued to pet and calm the horse. “Marks of my ancestors. It helps to stay connected to my past.”
“If you’ll pardon me, miss, but it seems you’re too young to be about ‘all these years’ ” Sabin watched her curiously.
She smiled. It was a half impish and half knowing expression. “My name is Somiel Moonfall and I take it you’ve never met a druid before. Appearances can be deceiving.”
Sabin didn’t know what to make of that but he nodded anyway and took the reins of his horse gently and tied her up to a sturdy branch. “Perhaps not… but I have now. What is this adventure we’re going on?”
Somiel smiled. “I will reveal all of our quest in the morning. For now you should rest.”
Jorgan laughed again. “You’ll need it.”
<<End Part 1>>
Look for more parts as I figure out the story. Haha.