“Sir! I mean it! I didn’t steal the gems! I’m innocent!” pleaded Verna. Two guards were dragging the small Halfling away and thrown her into a cell. Verna hit the wall and groaned. Fangoth, this is the best time to break me out, once the guards leave, of course! said Verna. Wait patiently, for I am looking for somebody that will help me out… he answered. Verna shook her head and laid down on the bed.
Outside of the prison was Fangoth. He sat there, waiting for somebody that looked promising to come by him. But all he got was people staring at the rather large wolf that was sitting outside of the prison doors. The summer heat of Teirm was taking effect on him, and he was panting.

Fangoth's ears perked up as he saw the rather large cat. Hello, werecat. It seems that we both get the same reactions from tall- excuse me, I meant humans. That halflings talk is getting to me... addressed Fangoth. He laid lazily on his back, exposing his belly. One of the youths went up towards him and slowly patted his belly. So much for waiting for somebody to help me.... said Fangoth in a lazy voice. He looked up at the cat, waiting for a reply from her.

Well, you can say that I am a wolf. But few of my kind are alive. My race has been hunted down for many years.... sighed Fangoth. My friend she was tooken to prison because of her stealing something... I need to free her before she gets exucuted. He got up and licked the boy in the face. The boy giggled and ran away. Fangoth grinned doggishly. Well, at least you are intelligent, for the mutts around here are fools. And, every time I go near a cat, they always growl.... he said sadly, and then asked: So do you want to help me? Politics is what I don't deal wih, since I am a magical beast, but will you help me free my friend?

Well, the problem is that my friend is going to be executed tomorrow for she has stolen a precious gem from some place. She is a thief and I won't be surprised if she is picking the locks of her cell already. My plan, he paused for a moment and then went on, is to make sure that she is safe and we kill the guards and we have escape. suggested Famgoth. If you have a better plan, then say it.

Well, Lyla, it seems that is a wonderful plan. But I think Verna brought some thieves tools with her and hid them somewhere.... But, let's wait for night to do it. The scum the call themselves 'guards' will probably be a sleep or they are too drunk.... said Fangoth. By the way, my name is Fangoth. Ooo.... Since it is not midnight, do you think you could chat awhile... Hmm.... for a few more hours, of course! Are you native to this land, for I am not.... As you can tell!

While Fangtoh and Lyla were outside of the prison entrance, Verna was laying on the fithy bed, wondering when Fangoth was going to help her. She jolted out of the bed when she realized that she had her thieves tools on her and the guards didn't take them away. She searched her pockets, her boots, her sleeves and any other random place. Darn it! It seems that they were left inside of that cursed magic bag! she said, bewildered.

Yes, I am not native here... I come from Avalia, and I don't know my parents too. I knew my mum for a few months when I was a little puppy. said Fangoth. Verna and I have been friends for five years so you can understand why I want to rescue her. You see, I meet her when The Hermit's wife found me...
My kind is scrace, because they were hunted down for many years for sport and for our meat, fur, anything that the barbarians could use. They worshiped my kind as if they were gods. We are only native to Avalia. I'm from the Northern Tundras of Avalia, so that is why I have such a thick coat.. he explained. And, not for me for I have long lost the ability, my kind's coat changes when the season's change..

ooc: sorry if i'm unwanted
ic: Cassiopeia had been riding for several days and now had decided to walk alongside her animals.
"What are you soexcited about Luciel" she asked the wolf he was jumping up and down sniffing the air.
I can smell another wolf Luciel said perking up
I sense a cat thought shadow nervously
"I sense nothing but a sunny day but why don't you hop on me shadow. Luciel you can run up ahead if it will end your random sniffing of the air" before she'd even finished he was running ahead following his nose.
He found the werecat and Fangoth and jumped excitedly
It's been a long time since I've met one of my kind.

No, I am from across the sea... You see, my land is very different, and the werecats from where I live aren't as majestic as the werecats here. They are cruel creatures... That are rather ugly too.... But, as you see, I am a unique species! he grinned happily.
He started to lick his furry paws thinking.
You speak of Du Weldenvarden, sounds interesting to me. And is it a forest? he asked. Then he jolted. Visitors! Hmm.... I hope they are not grunting mutts..... he added.

Fangoth sniffed. At least it is not as menencing as the Great Forest of Avalia. You do not want to know what happens to blighters, loggers, humans, and people who want to destory the forest. But I'll tell you anyway. The trees eat them, the druids get to them, highwayman kill them, orcs torture them, dire bears eat them, or the worst thing that could happen to them is to be sent to nothingness..... Fangoth felt like he was lieing, for he left out all of the other horrible things that will happen to intruders. The safest place there is the trail, and most know not to wander into the forest.. They leave children alone though.... He shifted uneasily.
The visitors are friendly.... he added. Or they seem friendly...
He started to growl, with his hackles up..

OOC: would it be okay if i joined?

IC: Wil sat on a dusty old mat in a decrepit old cell. He had been here for quite some time. The soldier's had been trying to drug every meal they gave him, and he always destroyed the poison magically. He'd been waiting for a diversion to escape the prison, but was just about to create his own. Kagraign, would you like to have some fun in the port city of Teirm? he asked. Kagraign's answer made him laugh a bit: If you'll promise to fly with me for the next year, I'll get you out, otherwise, you're gonna stay there. "Quiet you!" the guard on duty yelled. He was a short, heavy man who looked to have LDS (don't ask...) and took advantage of any bit of power he got. Wil sneered at him. "Y'know, not even magic can make you taller, right?" Wil said. The man grew furious. He almost jumped out of his chair and drew his sword. He unlocked Wil's prison and started in. Wil stood up. "You think that you can smart off to me and get out alive, think again!" the little man yelled. He reminded Wil of a halfling that Wil had met in a forest not long ago. "Thrysta!" Wil said. The man stopped, for a split second not understanding. Then, he was hurled back out of the cell, and slammed into the wall on the other side of the hallway. "That was easy." Wil said. He walked out and turned right. He approached the next cell and looked in. He couldn't believe it. "Verna!" he shouted. Then he cursed, for he heard the clanking footsteps of more soldiers. Wil broke the lock on Verna's cell, got in, and swung the cage shut, leaving it barely open. When he heard the soldiers coming, Wil yelled, "Thrysta!" and the door swung around on its hinges and killed the first. Then Wil rushed around the corner and dispatched the others. When he was done, Wil turned and looked at Verna. "What are you doing in here?" he asked.

Verna casully steped out of the prison cell, brushing off the grime from her pants. "Well met, Wil.... It seems we have met again! Well, I live a thief's life, so I stole a gem, and they caught me...." said Verna. " I was waiting for Fangoth to free me, but it seems like he is too busy to deal with me.... Now, this seems to be your native country, right? Well, I've arrived here a week ago because of those stupid portals......"

OOC: Let's wait for Firetongue and ladyofthelost.....