Alkadian Entaris Beldier III: Of Birds and Stones

For weeks now Alkadian had been far from the OTHERS. He was starting to FORGET what it was like out on the road of adventure. He indeed felt the wander lust but was bound TO his POST.

Entaris keep was in the final stages of furnishing, and men had come in good supply to stay within it's walls and take part in its maintenance. Alkadian had checked over the supplies, and knew that his warriors would easily survive the winter with the current food stores. Some of those now calling it home were great hunters, and others fine bandits, so more food and supplies managed to trickle their way in. It was a well maintained cycle. Sir Vharkas had proven to be a great asset in gaining strength for the fortress as well. He took some of the other men below daily to improve their fighting skills, he was very intelligent (which helped with all the paperwork), and his music filled the halls at night keeping men happy and at home. He wasn't sure who had sent Vharkus to find him, but he gave them silent thanks often over the past days.

His plate had indeed been piled high with tasks and responsibilities since he founded his new home, but slowly the plate crew encrusted with gold and gems, symbolizing his ascent to Lordship in this new land. It was a plate he would gladly stack labors upon.

In time the need for excitement became too much for him to contain. He didn't miss the danger against this life, but he did miss the feeling of surprise around every corner. Every day out there proved to be a new challenge for his skills, and along side his allies it seemed there was no challenge too great. He decided it was time to travel back to the new town (currently being rebuilt by Steelsmith's armies) and see if his fellow entrepreneurs of adventure had discovered any interesting leads. He sure as hell hadn't buried here in this cave of raucous sell swords.

To simply transfer himself there magically would have been a simple act (so to speak) but the promise of a few days ride by night through the untamed land gave him all the motivation he needed to pack up his personal belingings and make for the road. He would simply be killing as many birds as possible with the fewest number of stones available. With that thought he went to find Peldra to ready his Warhorse...

...But she was nowhere to be found. He shouted and looked from top to bottom, even having Rog'Beal aid him in the search, yet she was no-where on the premesise. A cold feeling stirred in his stomach and suddenly the idea of the ride wasn't as grand as he had been planning. It was going to be hard work. Perhaps the spell was in order....

"Where is that thrice blasted wench!"