Topic: Secrets of the Past.

Zev Zayveon

Date: 2010-08-17 16:12 EST
"Please, sit Mr. Harper." A large hand with clawed finger tips motioned to the open pair of chairs at the table. A nod from the man in the suit before him and his associate would lower into the offered chairs. "Lord Zayveon, I thank you for taking the time to meet with me. You're quite the busy ma...erm...being. " "Mr. Harper. I understand you are searching for something special that was once lost." The bulk of his form was concealed by the low shadowy like lighting of the table. Even sitting, the Draconian held height above the mortal men. Clawed fingertips lifted of a wine goblet from the table while masked features looked between the two men.

"Lord Zayveon, I've heard stories of how you hold many secrets of times once and long ago. Of cultures lost to history. They say you know of those lost. Of places they once inhabited. I'm looking for once such culture." "I know what you seek, Mr. Harper." Came Zayveon's deepen tone as the wine goblet was lowered to the table before them. Clawed fingertips tapped at the table's edge. "What you ask, is unavailable. You seek what cannot be seen, or found." A light smile perked Mr. Harper's features as he nodded slowly. "Secrets are meant to be explored. Mysteries are meant to be solved. Things of old, meant to be discovered Lord Zayveon."

A clawed fingertip lifted toward Mr. Harper. "Some things are better left in the dark, Mr. Harper. Some mysteries, are best left as they are. I would advise you to move on. Find another place, another planet possibly for that matter. Leave this mystery, alone."

Mr. Harper only smiled further at Zayveon's request. "I have the most advanced technology at my disposal. Guides and Trackers of the highest quality money can buy. I have the means and the will to see this through, Lord Zayveon. I will find what I seek. I only ask you aid me in the right direction and what I may find."

"Death." Came Zayveon's reply. "If you continue upon this path, you will find death. Your technology can't speak of what you will find along the path before you. Dangers lurk about every corner and from the darkness. I will not guide you, nor will I support you in any way. This adventure you are taking will end poorly for you and those traveling with you. I will ask you again, to forget that which you seek. Some ancient cultures should be left in mystery and legend. Leave the past, Mr. Harper and seek other adventures elsewhere."

"I thank you for your time, Lord Zayveon. I will however continue on my travels and my search for the lost culture I seek."

Lord Zayveon's clawed fingertips gave pause in their tap to the edge of the table. "So be it."

Zev Zayveon

Date: 2010-12-16 03:34 EST
Several rifle shots rang out before Mr. Harper finally was able to get to the front of the line of men. "Gnoll. About two or three of them. They're not supposed to be in these forest." Nodded John Daniels over at his brother Charlie and then Mr. Harper. Harper ran a fingertip over his white goatee set in contrast to his dark brown skin. "A problem gentlemen?" "Naw." Said Charlie as he rubbed his beard with a gloved hand and slung his double barreled shotgun over his shoulder. "We said you'd get there, Mr. Harper. We make good on our deals. We wouldn't be the Trackers we are, if we didn't Mr. Harper."

A communication device beeped and Mr. Harper slid it free from his suit coat. "Harper here." "Mr. Harper, it's Masters. I've got your team below. From my view point in the ship above the trees I've detected a solid stone structure about five hundred meters to your northwest."

An Elven Tracker with long locks of blue stood from his crouch near a set of tracks. A tilt of his head as he looked from the tracks into the direction he heard indicated from Masters above. "We're not alone." "Yeah bony, we gathered that when the Gnoll showed up." Snapped Charlie Daniels. The Elf, Elwich, shook his head slowly and gave a nod into the direction they were to proceed upon. "These are not made by a man, or a Gnoll. It's as if they partly walked and partly flew possibly." A slow glance around them into the depths of the woods. "These forests, are strange. There is something odd about their feel." "I agree with the skinny elf." Commented the gruff long bearded Dwarven Tracker. His rifle set over a shoulder as he nodded to the tracks. "These woods are said to be cursed. We best walk lightly from here on."

John Daniels shook his head and his brother Charlie shifted of his cowboy hat back upon his head. "Well, I don't believe in curses. We came to find this thing and we're going to find it. That's what Mr. Harper here is paying us all for." A large man dressed in black fatigues along with several other men stepped toward the front of the group. Heavy weapons held with in their hands and a tap to an ear piece before Major Taul spoke in glance over them all. "If we run into trouble, we're prepared to deal with it."