"I am not sure, but if he asking for help to run the tavern, I assume it isn't good. I am a old friend of his," the little hobbit says looking up at the newcomer.

*Marishka walks in covered from head to toe in a long black cloak, takes a seat in the darkest corner.*

*starts to play with her knife wondering where the heck everyone is. She sighs an hums softly*

Greetings to everyone in the Green Dragon Tavern

*Marishka walk in looking around wondering if anyone will stop by today, as she takes a seat in the dark corner. She sighs thinking bout her past an how alone she has felt lately*

Seyven is out walking and meditating, she finds much on her mind of late. And as the ravens follow, they begin to squawk, but she has already noticed she's being followed....

Mirror sits down in a chair and juggles some b@lls

On the bed,

on the floor,

by a demon ‘til your sore,

in the tub,

in the hall,

up against the temple wall....

*watchs the man juggling with a small smile*

*giggles at the man*

Criani knocks on Boromir's door, she was worried about him. Boromir answers... he looks a little confused. Criani enters and asks to see his hand. "Oh, my Boromir, I'm so thankful to see this mark of goodwill in your palm. You are safe but you have been chosen to do a most important task. You are to safe the world!


Criani asks Boromir what was said to him and he repeated the riddle...


What is hot and damp
that wants to eat but can't

has wings of fire
and never tires

who seeks power
by every hour

and has a way to rule that way
if it will be today if it had the say

what is it Boromir
the man who becomes a seer."


He also said that as she parted she remarked something else...

"When you have the answer you will know your destiny as of those who follow you."


My dear one, the riddle given to you means that the demon lord morashitar will be entering the surface with his army to rule the world. Boromir, you along with the others who will follow you, will find a way to defeat this evil, for you now have the gift of forsight to ensure that evil doesn't triumph over good! The good and evil will stay balanced through your ability. The ancient Seer who has given you this gift has been doing for 800 years. You have been chosen, Boromir for your guileless spirit and kind ways. Do not be afraid. Stand tall and proud to be the one...

Boromir was shaken and didn't know what to say. Criani hugs him and whispers for him to rest and trust that the ancient Seer knows exactly what she does by choosing him.

Criani then goes out of the room to go say goodnite and thank you to Samwise for helping with the Tavern. She will be gone often, very soon and is thankful to him and to Boromir for their helpful services...

When she get downstairs in the tavern, she sees that he has already closed up tight and had retired. What a gem of a lil man he is, she thought. With that she motions to Beast and they head back up to find their beds. She thinks of Boromir and the roads he will travel soon. Yes, the Seer chose well...

Boromir rests the early morning and finds a pair of glowing boots and a white robe lain on his chair. Washing up he slowly takes off his old clothes and puts on the white robe. He feels awkward to have such clothing for the first time. He will surely be laughed at wearing this, yet he knows he is now a seer. A seer with the gift of foresight as Criani had mention. The Demons will be attacking these lands and he has no clue how he of all people can change the tide of the threat.

He sits for a moment before putting the boots on. The light bluish fade feels good around his feet and ankles as if he has just been rejuvenated. Actually as if he feels lighter for some reason.

At the corner of the room is a white staff with a blue sapphire stone on it. He grabs it bewildered at the designing of it. Ancient runic inscriptions go around it as it gives a surge of energy in his hands.

He knows now that the time has come to leave the Green Dragon's Tavern soon, but he must find a group of adventurer's to travel with him. Those of courage, strength, intelligence, wisdom, and willpower to face the trouble ahead of him.

A loud pounding on the door shakes the tavern walls. Draven stands outside looking as if he has been awake for days. Sweat drips off his massive frame. His Axe is bloody and well used.

A small hobbit hides behind the bar terrified to see such a huge being enter the tavern.

Boromir walks down the stairs calmly and assures the hobbit that the minotaur means no harm before sitting at the table.

"Salutations great one. You seem you have been through hell," Boromir says.

A full scale attack was brought down upon those who were training with me. 500 strong was the band, to our 50. We held them off long enough to get them into the pass,, where we made our stand. Those that are not dead or gravly wounded have fled. We lost about 20 Minotaurs.

"That is horrible Draven! I am sorry for the loss! Who or what attacked you?" Boromir asks.

"Samwise you have been hired by Criani. Draven here is a friend and protector of this tavern. His drinks, stay, and food is always free here. He drinks dwarven meade," Boromir says.

Boromir then pours a mug of dwarven meade and puts it on the bar in front of the great minotaur showing the hobbit how it is done.

*Marishka walks in quietly, wrapped head to toe in a black cloak. Sits in the darkest corner*

Samwise looks oddly at Boromir because of the newcomer then walks towards her.

"Hello there. Can I get you a drink perhaps?" Samwise says look up at the lady.

Boromir, i need a basin and a cloth to as much of the blood and gore off my blade as possible. As far as who or what attacked us,, it was not orcs, but not human either. I cannot describe them other than when they came at you all you could see was blazing eyes and flashing metal. I am uninjured, but many others can not say the same thing.