Star Dreamer

Chapter III: Meeting Up in Helgastop - Part 5
and finally leaving Helgastop

[Laurelyn]

Laurelyn sipped her tea while she staved off a chuckle at the boy’s boisterousness. She recognized him the night before – he had retrieved Fiend from under the table.

From his ill-fitting clothes and manner she sized him up to be a child of the streets, but one of quick wits and charming manner. But not a woodland child, she’d guess. “We travel fairly light,” she said, taking another sip of tea. She wasn’t about to announce they were heading to Morrow’s Hold – it could easily be that the highwaymen had spies within the Inn – family maybe. She almost chuckled aloud – in this case her caution stemmed from the fact that her Da’s family once oft used a similiar trick when they were in a harbor inn. Though they had given up pirating a generation or two ago – sticking now only to fishing and smuggling. “And since we don’t have many packs to deal with – tell me what your scouting resume is.”

Laurelyn had her doubts that the boy had been beyond Helgastop.

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Chapter III: Meeting Up in Helgastop - Part 4
The evening finally comes to an end ... but the morning starts

[Laurelyn]

Laurelyn took the escapee into her arms, and was rewarded with a thorough chin washing. She smiled over the wiggling pup and said, “Thank you.” She drank in the young lad’s scruffy appearance and lively, mischievous eyes – a millenia away from children-soldiers and the babes whose souls had been twisted by the horror they saw or felt. “I have no doubt ….,” she stopped and looked over at Jacques, “That ‘Fiend’ likes cookies.”

She tried to reach into her pouch while the Pup squirmed, but she finally asked the jester, “Mind trying to get this one back into his…her? ....pack?

[Jacques]

“I’ve no doubt that the animal likes anything,” muttered Jacques, trying to keep the pup from licking across his face as he took it from Laurelyn.

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Chapter III: Meeting Up in Helgastop - Part 3
In which everybody and his mother sees the thief pickpocket the drunk

[Daron’s Table]

[Khanndie]

The waitress nodded in acknowledgment at Pierre, who had performed at the Sea Wench before, and at the strange little man in the other seat, as she set the milk and stew before Daron and Rudolpho. “Y’all need anything else, just wave me down.” She half-expected the boy would be asking for even more food, judging by the way he had wolfed down everything set before him so far.

Khanndie turned to the next table and made change for the customers there, and dodged another grope by Stan as she made her way back to the bar. “Keep yer hands to yerself,” she told him again, readjusting her short skirt. The “uniform” certainly helped increase the tips, but the louts like Stan sure could be a bother.

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Chapter III: Meeting Up in Helgastop - Part 2
And more of the fatherless, motherless, brotherless, sisterless horde...

[Keir]

Keir, looking at Daron with his bushy eyebrows raised and a mouthful of potatoes, reached for the proffered drawing. “Mmph?” he gulped, “Excuse me, for me?” At a casual glance he thought the artist had tried doing his portrait and was amused as it didn’t look anything like him. Then he looked deeper and his brow furrowed, the streaky hair, the wrinkles, and that nose… !

Frazzle! His gaze flickered from the drawing to Daron, the drawing, Pierre, the drawing and finally settled on Daron. “Excuse me, you’ve seen him ?!? When, where?” he asked, his eyes glowing with excitement. He was here, Frazzle was here! His heart pounded with undreamed of hope.

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Chapter III: Meeting Up in Helgastop - Part 1
Everybody is looking for somebody...

[In Helgastop]

[Daron]

Daron Innes sat at a table in the local inn, the Sea Wench. A plate of bread, cheese and meat, and a mug of mead lay untouched before her. Bright green eyes critically studied her drawing. Charcoal smudges decorated her cheeks and nose. Dark brown with auburn highlights hair was pulled back in a thick braid that hung to just below her shoulder blades. Bangs hid her brows from view. They also concealed a slight widow’s peak hairline.

Perhaps someone will notice the artist, and I’ll be hired.

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Chapter II: Onwards

[Laurelyn]

Two days later, slowed by rainstorms, Laurelyn, Thomis, and Jacques rode along the river – the silence of the woods scattered into hiding by the puppy’s howling from the backpack. An encounter the day before with a farmer – whose the pup had chased around a field – had resulted in directions to Helgastop, on the other side of the river. Laurelyn had been studying the riverbank for a good crossing point for the road to Helgastop, but finally reined the Beast to a halt. The storyteller looked at her companions, sighed, and said, “I wish I could keep my promise in regards to that decent crossing, but it looks like it’s flooded over.”

The packed puppy yapped in dismay.

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Chapter 1: Juggling Puppies

[Laurelyn]

Laurelyn made her “good-byes” to the members of the Leastholder household, and wished them all the blessings of the gods of wind and stone.

[Thomis]

In little more time than that, he had said his own farewells to the family and swung into the saddle to look questioningly at the storyteller. “So where do we go to find The Star Dreamer?”

[Laurelyn]

She looked over at Thomis, savoring his presence, and said, “I figured we’d start in Morrow’s Hold. Depends on when we arrive – like many an old legend, his is tied to the full moon.”

Laurelyn smiled and said, “Well, nothing holding us here – ready?”

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Prelude: Traveling Companions
At the end of one adventure, another begins

[Laurelyn Hillrover]

Laurelyn braided up her thick auburn hair before turning to pack up the few belongings in her rented room.

When she had finished packing she gave back her key, shouldered her saddlebags, pulled her hood up, and stepped out onto the street. Laurelyn had spent some long months in this river town just outside the borders of Seldez and League alike, and the constant struggle between the townspeople’s conflicting loyalties (Seldez, League, wholly independent) had proven dangerous – she still bore a wound to her right shoulder from the last blow-up in the town square. The fight had been decided, clearly, for the League. But it gained only half the town, for the rest had burned and the stable with it – along with the horse she had rode into town.

Bad enough to lose the mount, the last gift her father gave her before she set out. On top of that she still faced her “good byes” with Thomis, and no sword could have wounded her more. But the calls of the sea and of “The Star Dreamer” were too strong. It was almost to make her cry, how alone she felt.

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