First Quest

((If anyone would like to join go ahead and start RPing and I'll edit the quest topic to include you.))

Zajora was in a beautiful park with a pleasant view of Hyrule Castle's majesty. He sighed with pleasure under the Sun's rays. It was so rare that such a nice day came about. He was about to embark on a journey to test a resonance between certain mythical stones that he wasn't completely sure existed. And if they did what race would give them to him of their own free will? The peaceful Kokiri might have no objections, but they were so unpredictable sometimes that he worried. Perhaps this was a bad idea in the first place, he should let someone else know of his discoveries and let them carry out the experiments. Especially after what happened to Death Mountain. How was he to examine their precious jewel when it was likely in the hands of the King of Evil himself.

He sighed, what a dilemma, and he'd been so excited when he'd found the- Suddenly everything shifted into blackness. What? Where am I? He wondered. Bright light battered his closed eyes. Closed eyes? He thought with some confusion. He opened them and looked around. Child-sized dressers, toys, and a small bed looked back at him. Oh...

He'd thought for a moment he was himself, but that was obviously not so. Feeling rather downcast suddenly, he blinked and stared at the bright sunlight pouring into his room. After a quick sigh he jumped up out of bed. Ah well, I better not let some measly dream ruin my day. He thought to himself and ran to his window. He peered out of it, carefully examining the streets below for passerbys. He then ran back to the door and put his ear up to it. No footsteps, perfect. Taking one more look out the window to be sure he was not being watched he leapt out of the window without a second thought.

He jumped impossibly far towards the next roof over, something practiced many times and at just the right time let his cape flow out behind him and he jumped again in midair, defying gravity with his magic. He found himself just above the roof of the large stone house and cast Feather Fall to slow his descent and land gently enough. He snuck a look back at his room. They would assume he was with his teacher and left early in the morning, or at least he hoped they would.

Using his cape and decelerating spell, he hopped off the roof and landed gently in the streets below. Finally he had left those nosy nobles behind. He supposed he was grateful for them taking him in, it was a very rare honor. He simply couldn't stand the treatment or expectations however. Though he couldn't really say he was the same person he was, he had been so much greater once. It was humiliating to be treated with so little respect.

He walked along the alleyways, careful to avoid guards and those who would recognize him. He'd been chastised for sneaking off before, but they had no idea that for every time they had caught him, he'd gotten safely away a dozen times. He came to the Eastern gates and smiled. He'd heard some strange rumors about a certain gnarled old tree surfacing lately. It rung a bell. He wasn't sure where but he was sure he had heard of it before. Before his accident, that is. Something like that demanded investigation and he was bored out of his mind here. Why not check it out? If it really was a meaningless old tree then he'd have still gotten out of the house and gotten a chance to hone his skills. He hadn't been able to practice his magical talent for some time and he was worried of losing some of the skill he had so painstakingly gained.

Zajora looked around carefully, how to get out safely... The guards likely wouldn't let him simply leave. If they didn't start with their condescending "Are you lost?" they'd certainly never let him out without so much as a sword. He could try a distraction, but last time it ended up being far too... Distracting. And destructive. But really how was he supposed to know a rather ostentious group of barrels were a shipment to the bomb shop? He certainly didn't expect them to explode, although he wasn't really disappointed either. Luckily everyone had already left the area by the time he set them off with Din's Burst.

He could try scaling the walls, that had worked in the past. The way he usually went was in pieces from the bombing, but he was sure he could find another way up without being seen. Taking a deep breath he leapt up and grabbed onto the roof above. After crawling up he examined the wall. No way straight up. "Perhaps next I should make a grip ring" he muttered to himself. It would certainly have come in handy around now. He examined the wall further. There was no way he could scale it and it was in direct view of everyone in the streets. He'd have to find something else.

A wagon passing by caught his eye. Of course, he could stow away until they were safely outside! But then there was the customs to think about. Heh, he'd just worry about them once he got there. Leaping back down from the rooftop, he casually walked near the wagon. After a few impatient glances from the driver he was ignored. He tried to act inconspicuous, but knew he was failing. Carefully slouching down until he was hidden from most's view by his height and the wagon as cover he slipped underneath. Holding on tightly to the underside he bided his time as his teeth chattered from the bumpy wagon.

He watched as he got closer and closer to his destination when the wheel hit a large rock and the wagon jumped slightly, knocking him off. He rolled across the road then came to a stop. He carefully lifted himself up, wincing. A small crowd of people had already come to see if he was alright. They clamored for a little while as Zajora held his head and tried to get them off of him. "Are you alright?" Ask a concerned looking lady. "Yeah. Yeah I'm fine, but I, uh, I got to go. Bye!" And with that he rushed off into the next alley.

Time to cheat then. The nosy lady seemed to be walking this way. No one would ever catch him! He began concentrating and began to glow a soft green. Suddenly He seemed to collapse in on himself as he became a small green orb whisked away across sudden winds. The alley became quiet once more and seemed to wish him good luck as he soared away...

Several minutes later Zajora materialized inside a group of shrubs. Waking up from his brief experience as the wind he yawned a little. He had always wondered what it would feel like to be the wind. Too bad he never remembered his journey, it was always like he just fell asleep for a little while and then woke up far away. Emerging from the shrubs he dusted himself off. He had set this spot as an emergency point just in case he needed to make a hasty getaway or to get out of town easily. It still felt like cheating to him, although he didn't know why it should. The shrubs hid the glowing green orb that signified his home point nicely and it was in reach of the main entrance of Castle Town, but far enough away that it wasn't in view or in danger of being seen by people on the roads.

After checking to see which way he was facing, he set off to the east towards the road. This close to town guards tended to patrol pretty often so there weren't any monsters to worry about, though if he was spotted by guards he might have to slip away before he became a "poor little lost boy" who needed to be taken somewhere. He hated that part of his transformation. Though it really wasn't that bad. He didn't need to do anything all day and he didn't need to worry about work or food or anything really. His thoughts were interrupted by a caravan marching through. The same one he'd tried to stow away on before. This could turn out bad.

He should have known better than to go for the main road. Of course there were people walking along it. He pulled up his hood and continued walking, trying to stay small and unoticeable. If they were merchants who did dealings with his family they'd recognize him, and then he'd be in serious trouble. Even if they weren't they'd probably be pretty nosy and wonder why he was out alone on a 'dangerous' road. He picked up his pace, but the wagons were obviously faster. It began to pass by him when suddenly the inevitable "Hey you!" Was heard. Zajora sighed and turned towards the wagon.

Filon was engrossed in his libary's latest stock, his glasses sitting perilously on the bridge of his nose. He sat in the back of a wagon, surrounded by fishing supplies and large empty boxes. Usually he wouldn't be leaving his libary at such short notice but he couldn't miss an opportunity as good as this one to pass by. Finally, he had a chance to see a Zora surfacing with his own eyes!

He was just about to finish his chapter when the wagon came to a sudden halt, slamming his head into one of the boxes. Rubbing the side of his head, he looked out of the back of the wagon to see what was going on. To the side of the road stood a boy wearing a rather fancy cloak who was arguing with the owner of the wagon. "Of course I'm allowed out! I can take care of myself easily!" said the boy, his hands raised. The driver visibly smirked. "Are you kidding me? You're one of those noble snobs who thinks they can do anything they want! I'm takin' you back-"

"Wait! Wait!" yelled Filon, surprising even himself. "He...is with me! Yes, he is definitely with me!" The owner didn't look that convinced but shrugged and motioned the boy towards the back. The boy quickly ran back and pulled himself up into the caravan.

Filon reached out a hand in greeting, smiling. He had started getting bored anyways, and this boy would at least be company for a while.

(Eh, Janitor, controlling Zajora as you did there is a little bit god-moddy. Be careful of that.

Anyway, I'd like to shove Tent into this role-play somehow... substituting a Fire Rod for a Boomerang, if that's alright? At this point, however, I'm not entirely sure how to reasonably push him in there without stepping on some toes. I can wait until things progress.

Alternatively, would it be alright if either or both of your characters already knew him as an acquaintance? I'm sure some day this week, Tent could have made a scene while looking for tomes about Din in Filon's library, and could perhaps already be in the caravan with him. Being a fellow practitioner of spellcraft, I think it could reasonable that Zajora and Tent traded a pointer or two about fire magic at some point in the recent past.)

((That sounds fine Guy. I'll edit the quest thread to add in your characters and a fire-rod. Let's say Zajora was intrigued by Tent's devotion and discussed fire magic with him a short while back in the main plaza of Castle Town? Just post any time and meet us on the road to the tree. Or we could meet you at the tree if you prefer.))

Zajora was pleasantly surprised to find he had been rescued from the nosy jerk. He quickly made assurances that he knew this odd stranger and quickly walked towards the man. He walked in silence until the other caravan was out of earshot than turned towards his benefactor. "So... Where are you headed off to?" He inquired, "I've been hunting down some rather odd rumors of a tree that I believe is a secret entrance to an underground dungeon that's been abandoned until Ganon showed up. Some monsters are showing up around the area, where they should have been destroyed long ago by patrols. If there is a secret way into the heart of Northern Hyrule and they're aware of it... Well things could go very, very badly. Besides there's got to be plenty of riches in there, mine for the taking. You interested?"

Suddenly there was a strange rustling of the bushes ahead. A deep boarish grunt could be heard as something smashed through the foliage. "Uh-oh." Zajora said to himself moving to an alert position. "You uh- You can hold your own in a fight right?" Glancing at the fellow he felt a bit disappointed. He noticed the thin muscles and glasses. But then again looking at himself showed you couldn't judge a book by its cover. Finally emerging from the bushes with a mutter, three moblins showed themselves. Looking at the two travelers they exchanged brutish grins between themselves and pulled out heavy axes and bows from their backs.

Zajora jumped in front of his new acquaintance and waved his hand across his face. A strange blue substance seemed to follow it and hovered in the air for a moment, just long enough to catch an arrow speeding towards them. He reached out with one hand and launched a fireball which struck one of the advancing moblins, knocking him down and lighting part of his uniform on fire. With his other hand a fireball also emerged, this one moving slower. The moblin it was targeting snorted at it in disdain and stepped to the side. As it passed, however, it exploded in a bright inferno of fire, lighting half of the moblin on fire. As he rolled on the ground gibbering, his companion began stomping on him to get the fire out.

Zajora laughed with glee, "Look at them, how did Ganon ever manage to take Southern Hyrule with buffoons like these? They couldn't even scare a bunny!" Three piggish heads turned towards Zajora. The smile gradually faded from his mouth. "Oh... They understand us don't they." He said nervously. "Funny they look so much like fat pigs I thought they'd have the brains-" Zajora cut off as the moblins charged. He jumped backwards behind the strange man. One of the great things about looking like a kid is that people tended to do things for you as if you couldn't do it yourself. While sometimes annoying, he was perfectly fine with letting his new friend do the chopping and slashing. Or being chopped and slashed for that matter, much better to let the man do that for him.

What had those spells been? He was sure he'd read about them somewhere. They looked quite useful...

Oh wait. The moblins. Musn't forget those.

The brutes were running very, very quickly right at the two of them. His dagger was sitting nearby, but he wasn't really good at using it. Suddenly his decision was made for him as he barely managed to dodge an axe. Snatching his dagger he managed to stab the pig monster in the arm as it struggled to unlodge its axe. He was, however, unable to dodge the arrow that lodged itself in his other hand. Screaming, he pulled out the arrow and tried to remain calm. This was not looking good at all, and the Moblin with his axe in the wagon had managed to free his axe.

(Well, a Fire Rod costs Tent 33 rupees with his Fire Specialty, so I guess I'll find 17 more somewhere throughout the quest.)

A short distance away off the main path, mere moments before the ambush, Tent was busy pushing through the grass in search of Ember Seeds. His supply as of late had run dry, and he was all too eager to find more. They did, after all, make for the perfect ammunition in the slingshot he had been using lately. As he continued scurrying about in a vain search, his helmet-covered head arose to see a suspicious trio of boarish beasts huddled behind the bushes, clearly waiting for helpless travelers to pass by... specifically, the caravan that was approaching. Why were they to assault it? Food? Money? Sadism? The Fire Sage could not be certain of their motives, but he knew Din would not want that wagon to fall prey to them.

As the small mob charged forward towards the caravan, Tent was already in desperate pursuit. His feet were unfortunately not swift enough to prevent the assault, but thankfully at least one of the members of the caravan had potent sorcery to defend themselves--wait, was that Zajora? It didn't matter now. He was closing in and needed to think of a move, something he could attack with aside from the barren slingshot shoved behind his belt.

One Moblin held its bow at the ready while the next two, armed with battleaxes, charged the caravan. In a desperate attack, Tent haphazardly spat out a Deku Nut mid-stride, his accuracy diminished from the bounds of his feet against the grass. The projectile bounced off harmlessly from the first charger's armor-covered back, but managed to miraculously bound of the leather hide and smash right into the second one's face, unleashing a point-black flash of blinding magnitude.

With that one disabled, at least for the moment, Tent's running trajectory abruptly shifted to the bow-wielder, attempting to make contact before its arrow was loosed... but he was too late. The bullet tore into the hand of one of the civilians. Nonetheless, he lunged forward with every ounce of his momentum and strength with a vicious punch into the side of Moblin's unguarded shin. Pouring every inch of his magic into the Inferno Two, the steel gauntlet burst aflame as it made contact.

The beast howled out in agony as its joint snapped asunder from the unexpected strike, bringing him to one knee. He glared down at the one who struck him, only long enough to see the Inferno One searing with Din's fury right into his face--knocking him out cold.

Hoping that one was down for the count, Tent abruptly dashed towards the caravan--hoping the remaining two axe-wielders hadn't done too much damage while he was taking care of the third...

Zajora watched his companion get stabbed with an arrow and thought that maybe he wasn't so battle-ready after all. Suddenly a deku jumped forward using fire of all things to take down his foes. That seemed familiar somehow... Of course, Emberwood! Only one suicidally flammable Deku would have the guts to light his gloves on fire so near his wooden body. He cheerfully waved towards him, "Hey Tent, it's me Zajora! Maybe we could-" He cut off as an axe seemed to be hurtling towards him at an alarming speed.

Thinking quickly he swiped his hand where the axe was hit. The axe hit the mystical blue aura that appeared just in time. Not giving up the Moblin pressed hard against it. It soon shattered into dozens of shards which flew in the face of the Moblin who suddenly found himself pressing very hard against nothing. Howling with anger he looked to where the boy had been. Zajora had already leapt high into the air with his cape's help and used Feather Fall to slow his fall. Drifting down behind him he grabbed his dagger where it lay hidden in his boot and jabbed it into the Moblin's neck.

The Moblin squealed and swung his axe behind him. Zajora deftly grabbed the axe's long handle in an attempt to stop it, but found himself carried along instead. The Moblin grabbed Zajora by the throat and growled ferociously at him. Zajora opened his mouth in an attempt to talk, but nothing came out. Wriggling frantically he opened his mouth wide and launched a fireball straight into the wounded Moblin's face. Reeling backwards the Moblin loosed his grip as he stumbled and fell.

Gasping for breath Zajora took stock of the situation. Tent had seemingly knocked one out and was rushing towards the final Moblin. Taking a quick glance at the burnt body laying before him and gasping for more air, he uncertainly staggered upright, also looking to the last Moblin. "Feel Din's Wrath!" He said, inspired by his zealot of a friend and launched Din's Burst at the remaining Moblin. Turning in annoyance to see what the pesky humans were doing now he noticed a small fireball going towards him. His eyes widened as his burnt half seemed to tingle in remembrance. He tried to dive out of the way, but the flame engulfed the unfortunate swine once more.

Rolling on the ground again, trying to frantically put the fire out, he failed to notice a second fireball coming towards him from Zajora. It burst into flame fantastically and a well-done (if a bit charred) Moblin collapsed to the ground. Looking around nervously Zajora stumbled to the rest of the party. "You guys okay?" He asked, coughing from being nearly choked to death. "I think that's all of them." Turning to Tent and virtually ignoring the man who had been struck by an arrow he inquired, "So what brings the great Emberwood here?" with a wry smile.

Tent almost collapsed as his run came to a stop beneath the caravan, his chest heaving up and down. Sprinting in full chainmail with steel boots, gloves, and helm wasn't exactly the lightest of labor, after all. His earlier thoughts were confirmed by Zajora's words; the Hylian lad was indeed the young spellcaster he met earlier in the day.

"Actually," he shoved out words between his pants, "I was out here looking for ember seeds." His hand--the one not currently drenched in Moblin blood--reached down to the slingshot at his belt and presented it. He meant to imply that the seeds were to be his ammunition, but was still too out of breath to care to say it properly.

He ended up sliding the makeshift weapon back into his belt, and leaned against the caravan while steadily regaining his composure. "But that's," pant pant, "beside the point. Your friend over there is injured, Zazjora." Pant. "Don't you have any healing magic?"

He began to stand upright now, "I've been meaning to learn a healing spell called Purging Flames, but I'm still quite a ways from mastering it... It wouldn't be right to use it on him as-is, as I might end up setting the poor man ablaze. It's a delicate spell."

"Well... Not a healing spell as such. I remember remembering a healing spell but that doesn't really do us much good here. Do you think setting him ablaze would help? It might make me feel better but his wounds would probably worsen slightly." With a grin to show he was joking, Zajora scampered to the man's side and examined the wound. "Let's see here." He muttered and snapped the arrow in half near the entry. He carefully slid the arrow out of the man's hand and wrapped it in cloth. That should hold him for now. "Perhaps we should seek out a fairy, I've heard there's a pond nearby that is inhabited by them. One of them should be able to heal his wound.

"I've been scouting out a strange tree I believe is the entrance to a subterranean place that somehow acts as a secret route from Ganon's domain to here, the heartland of Northern Hyrule. If it really is... Things could go pretty badly. I figure we could get some fame and fortune while we're saving the day as well. He walked over to the moblins and rifled through their uniform. "Aha!" He cried with delight as a shiny red rupee fell from a pocket. "Must have been taken from some other unfortunate and rather dead person." He sighed for a moment in respect for the probably departed and then pocketed the rupees.

"Care to come with us Tent?" he asked, pausing before he helped the wounded man up.

A passageway to the South? It sounded terribly intriguing, but... oh, whatever. With this...Zajora, and maybe Tent, he would probably be fine. Hopefully he wouldn't get an arrow in his OTHER hand.

"Well, I don't know about you, Mr. Deku, but I'm in! I've read about stuff like this, but never actually heard of any actually existing..." It was that he realized he was rambling. Again. Rubbing his bandaged hand, he went back into the caravan he had borrowed and went back to reading his book while the others talked. Sighing, he put his false glasses back on. Maybe he could see the Zora some other time. This tree-tunnel was far too interesting to pass up.

"Yes, of course!" Tent's fist clutched the air, his voice filled with eager excitement. "Din commands Ganon's forces to be cleared from the north, so needless to say I'll accompany you on this valiant venture."

With that said, he immediately dashed over and hopped onto the caravan adjacent the balding Hylian fellow driving the caravan, "Onward, my good man!" He cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly, silently hoping he didn't come off as too rude in his excitement, "By the way, Zajora and I already met a few hours ago back in town, both of us being spellcasters. My name happens to be Tent Emberwood." He leaned back so the other Hylian could see him; his palm pressed against his chainmail chest, "My body is that of a Fire Sage, and my soul serves the glorious goddess Din."

He shifted his gaze between the driver and the man with an arrow wound in his hand, expecting introductions from them. It then shifted down towards the wound itself, "Ah... I'm sorry I couldn't stop the Moblin sooner. Are you sure you'll be alright?" It did, after all, sound like quite a perilous quest, particularly for one who seemed so unaccustomed to combat.


(I'm thinking the Fire Rod he will receive will be more along the lines of a Fire Mace, if you get my drift.)

So that was where he'd seen that symbol before! He reached his non-wounded hand and shook Trent's. "Well, I'm Filon, the...libarian! And yes, I do admit I'm rather unused to fighting...but this just seems far too exciting to pass up!" He gestured to the old gentleman at the front. "This is my neighbor Alenbro. He agreed to take me to Lake Hylia, but he'll pass through the ranch and we can get off there."

Turning to Zajora, he started to talk again. "And I don't think we've been properly introduced yet! Who are you?"

Zajora jumped on a tree stump so as to be a bit taller and said grandly, "I am Zajora Arcanum, Master of Magic, Sterling Sorcerer, Witty Wizzard!" He smiled and ruined the effect completely by brightly saying, "You can call me Zajora!" He joined Filon on the caravan and toyed with a fireball for a little bit. Dark clouds approached and the stench and sun began to go away. It appeared a horrible storm was brewing.

"So Tent, have you learned Din's signature spell yet? I recall we were discussing it at great length when we met last." He stopped toying the the fireball and held out his hand. The flaming sphere followed his hand and then slowly moved forward, accelerating as it went. Finally once it was a safe distance away it exploded with a loud BANG and erupted in an inferno of fire. The rain had begun to be just a bit heavier than sprinkling and quickly stopped any traces of it that touched the ground from spreading. "I didn't get a chance to show you earlier. It would have blown my cover for one thing, but also it's not nice to make exploding infernos in public squares." He smiled fondly, bringing up memories of doing just that when he had first remembered the spell.

"I suppose we'd best be off on our way then!" He cried eagerly.

"Well met!" The words were exuberant in enunciation

With the trio properly all settled on the caravan, Alenbro cracked the reigns and finally began leading the vehicle onwards. Filled with anticipation, the Scrub looked off into the distance.

After Zajora posed him a question, Tent remained silent for a moment--his gaze shifted from their trajectory, to Alenbro, and finally to Zajora himself. While answering the question, he clambered around and shifted his body into the main body of the caravan with his two fellow adventurers. "Unfortunately, I have yet to do so, Zajora. After we parted, I did a bit more research on it, out of curiosity. It's attribution to Din, according to the library's records, is in name only. Some wizard simply decided to name it that after he invented it, or so the story goes." Tent sighed a bit, his shoulders slumping with disappointment at that fact, but quickly regained his composure. "Nonetheless, I'm eager to learn how to create fiery explosions sooner rather than later. Perhaps after this the gnarled tree has been cleared of monsters, you could teach it to me?"

Looking around at the well-furnished vehicle, Tent relaxed a bit while awaiting a response. He removed his helm and placed it next to him on his own little bench, opposite the one Zajora and Filon were occupying. His gauntlet-drenched left hand ran through the leaves covering his scalp, rustling them a bit. After all, they never got any sunlight trapped in that helmet.


(Hope you don't mind me controlling Alenbro; I'm assuming he's just a NPC.)

(Tis alright. "Alenbro" is hylian for "brainless NPC driver.")

Filon smiled slightly at the mention of "libary." He, of course, had never really got around to researching many spells himself, but he did recall reading something about that spell.

Almost asleep, he continued reading his current volume, "The Methods and Usage of Hylian Boomerangs", a rather interesting volume.

Thunder boomed in the distance, dark clouds gathering on the near horizon. His attention was once again drawn to the small mage-boy who called himself "Zajora." Where had he learned those spells? Many knew magic, but how did he already know all of these spells?

"Oh of course!" Zajora said to Tent. "It's really quite simple once you get the hang of it. You just have to learn to do it in a safe environment... The explosion tends to not like being held in long enough to get to the enemy. I first learned that when trying to learn it before I should have... Blew up half the room! Lucky to have survived, really. But I always had a scar afterwards, right where-" Zajora instinctively reached to his face, then paused as he felt the smooth undamaged skin. "Er- I had a scar. But it went away."

The rain began to sprinkle and Zajora looked up in fascination. Nature could be so soft and gentle, yet so harsh and unforgiving. What an odd thing to make, why not make a world of happiness and bliss or simply make it miserable. Why be kind and cruel in the same breath? He would never fathom the Goddesses mind's. Tent probably had the right idea, Din was the understandable one. She wanted justice and fair dealings, which required a strong hand to bring it out. But then again he should stop there, last time he tried to understand them further it had gone very badly.

He stared at his hands. So small and frail. He shook the feeling of unease off and pulled his hood up. He couldn't say for sure, but he was pretty sure they were close to the tree. He perked up again, the tree! He had to remember that they were on a quest. This was no time to sulk about something he couldn't change. It was time to laugh about something he could and would change, like Ganon's hidden entrance.

(I've been assuming the caravan has a roof... but adad's last post seems to imply it does not?)

"Thankfully, Zajora, this magical chainmail of mine prevents me from getting fire-based scars... or catching aflame for that matter. Praise Din something like this even exists, otherwise I probably would have burnt myself to a crisp dozens of times by now," he chuckled with amusement at the thought, "being wooden and all."

Tent broke away from the conversation momentarily and hopped up to place his feet on the bench. His back was normally towards the vehicle's trajectory, so he needed to stand and turn to see where they were going. "Oh, we're going much faster than I expected! Sure, it's been at least an hour... but I'm surprised Lon Lon Ranch is coming into view already. It's still a ways off, though."

He abruptly turned back towards the others and plopped back down into his seat, "One of you said it was near there, correct? Do you know which direction? Either way, I doubt it would be terribly hard to see, being a big gnarled tree in the middle of this open grassland." He shrugged at the notion, a smirk in his voice.

Filon hadn't noticed it until then, but Alenbro was driving the caravan awefully fast. He hoped the horses weren't being tired by the pace. Closing his book, he started to gather his things. He had emptied most of his possesions around the back of the caravan for easy access, but they were getting close to their destination.

It didn't take long, all he really had to put in was his book. He tucked his pirate's charm behind his shirt and sheathed his dagger. It was a little difficult to get everything with only one hand, but he managed. "So, what exactly are we planning on doing to this tunnel if we find it? I really doubt we can seal a tree or cavern with some fireballs or books." he said.

He could hear more thunder, closer this time, as he waited for the response.

((Zajora is up front, I assume that there is a roof further back or something. I'm not a wagon expert :P ))

"Yes, it's not too far from here. At least I don't think so. As near as I can tell, it's just a mile or two to the north. We should see it fairly soon." Zajora hopped off the caravan and thanked the man for the ride. He tipped him with a red rupee and set off to the north, seeming to not notice the gathering storm and wind. His cape whipped around him dramatically, but he still looked like a kid at play. "If we head through here, there should be a large clearing with a single huge tree at its center. At least that's how I'm told it looked."

In response to Firon's question Zajora said, "Well if we infiltrate it, destroy everyone inside, take all the treasure, and then somehow stop them from getting in on their side we SHOULD be fine." He motioned for them to come. "We should try to hurry before this storm gets worse."