On the afternoon prior

Horek advances on the posturing elf after his hot words. To belittle his efforts at himself, an archer and a warrior, is nearly too much, and to listen to him berate the elf girl who was merely defending the threats against her companions is entirely too much for the barbarian to take.

"She threatened you only after you spoke of killing our companions there!" He shouts, pointing at Steven and Ian. "You have indeed made at least two enemies this day, Anavren or Arcane Archer or whatever you decide one day to call yourself. As for me, I am a warrior. I live for the hunt. It is possible you could outshoot me with 100 arrows or it could easily go the other way. As for fighting in all the ways of the warrior, I have no doubt as to who would win such a contest between us..." The plainsman finishes darkly, towering above the slight elf.

"You will stop this foolish talk of who might be evil and who is good. As for myself, I have my own opinion of what is in your soul. And I think you would not like me to tell you of my thoughts."

Turning to Acea, Horek continues. "I have long since learned that in a hunting party, every member is as important as the next. If they understand their own strengths and how they might be used to fill in for the weaknesses of the others. I am sure you will prove that you are strong before this quest finishes. I do, however, have my doubts about others..." Throwing one last black look at Anavren, the plainsman walks away without another word.




On the morning after

The barbarian nods at Acea's words, though he disagrees with the tactics suggested by Anavren. We have no idea of these other travellers are evil, good or even if they have anything to do with us at all. But it is wise to be careful...

Horek shakes his head at the elf's angry words as he finishes his speech, and watches as Anavren stalks away to throw pebbles while he sulks. It would be wise to watch that one as well. Despite his words from yesterday, I think he is likely the one to bring an untimely death to this group...

Shrugging the thought away, Horek speaks his agreement with Acea's idea of deploying their party, though he also reminds her that he will be amongst the main group, probably in the front ranks.



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Horek Varshot
Deep bronze skin and the red body paint that decorates the face of this large man combine to mark him as one of true Flannish origin. The plainsman carries a sturdy longbow and a huge sword is strapped tightly to his back. Studded leather armor peeks out from beneath a cloak made from the hide of a large black bear and a necklace decorated with huge claws completes the picture of this fearsome barbarian. The scowl upon his face along with hard, piercing eyes warn you that disturbing this quiet man might be considered foolhardy unless there is good reason.