A Deal With Achiqvokc (White Fire)

As the evening sun sets in the west, Adorn and Wanda two of Eversult’s finest gate guards are stationed at the east gate and prepare to begin the process of closing down the gate for the evening when four individuals enter their field of vision. Two are riding horses while the other two ride on ponies.

“Hold on, Wanda. We’ll hold the door for them,” says the senior officer Adorn.

“But Sir, it’s sundown. Protocol…” Wanda begins to protest.

“It’s ok. I’ll take any grief for it.” Wanda nods.

The group draws closer and the two guards can make out the riders. The first is a knight surely for he is donned in shining full plate, a shield strapped to his back, and a sword on his side that looks like it’s seen many battles yet is maintained well. He is a tall man standing height easily about six and half feet with blonde hair. Wanda finds herself staring at the handsome man and nearly forgets to breath.

The other rider on a horse appears to a lithe female elf in stature though discerning whether she is a moon, sun, or wild elf if difficult has her hood of her cloak is pulled low. Adorn with his keen eyes notices for a brief moment a flicker of hair from under the hood. “Silvery white hair?” He mutters to himself. “How odd.”

The other two upon the ponies are easier to see. The first is a young male rock gnome. He wears a simple blue robe with a small symbol embroidered just above his left breast. The symbol a small red circle with a wavy red stream coming from the base towards the top and seven silver stars in a semi-circle around the edge. Though he is obviously not a trained rider he seems to have a jovial attitude about himself.

The second pony rider is another rock gnome but this one is obviously a female. Though Adorn has never once considered any kind of romantic thoughts of one the shorter races, he finds himself staring hard at this red hair beauty. Though she shows no sign of being an expert rider herself, she seems to have found the best way to ride on the animal without any discomfort. She wears a form fitting set of full plate that suggests a very shapely gnomish woman is underneath. A shield is strapped to her back and a light mace rest at her hip, though it looks well maintained, it doesn’t appear to have seen much if any action. Around her neck is a holy symbol of Lady Fairhair, Sune Goddess of Love and Beauty.

The group approaches the guards in a nonthreatening way and stop just short of them. The young knight moves in front of his companions and smiles to the guards. “Well met. I must thank you for holding the gate. Another night on the cold ground would not have been fun for any of us.”

Adorn regaining his senses turns towards the knightly leader of the group. “Save your thanks until you have named yourselves and your intentions with in Eversult.”

“Of course, my good man. I am Elazul of Impiltur and a Paladin in service to Bahamut. My friends are Krystarn of Elventree, Xanaver of Silverymoon, and Delilah a priestess of Sune. We have come to speak with Daelegoth Orndeir of the Tower of the Morn.