OOC: It's not that many pages... We are in Drow city, they are about to die, everyone is trying to call for back up, people are saying who they know. So if your dwarves could go and get some dwarve fighters, then just say that.

Thomas and Draich were in a corner of the room. Thomas was writing a message onto a piece of paper.

"How's this: Thomas, son of Ninja Master Kane, requires assistance in Naggaroth. An army is trying to destroy the city, and we need to keep a certain artifact safe from harm. Sadly, we are outnumbered. Much assistance would be appreciated. Any ninja that participate in the battle and contribute to the victory shall recieve 500 field experience points. Please come as soon as possible. Also, do not allow Ninja Master Kane to see this letter. If he does, you will disgrace your ninja training." Driach looked it over.

"500 points? Don't you only need 700 points to become an official ninja?"

"Yep. Which is why I expect to get a nice participation number."

"Do you think your dad will help?"

"Doubt it. If he sees this letter, he'll sentence anyone that even considers joining to 30 days in the endurance pit. That's why I hope he doesn't see it." Thomas rolled the letter up, and walked near a window. He pulled a whistle out from his pack, and blew on it. No sound came out. Thomas waited a minute, then watched as a black hawk landed on the sill.

"Hey there, Sam. Take this letter to my dad's dojo. And do it fast." Thomas tied the letter to Sam's leg, and then pushed Sam out the window. Sam took flight, and proceeded to fly away.

"Well we could try and reach the dwarves. They were rather friendly to us."

Kal looked at the dwarves and said, "I wouldn't count on it. That seige we ran smack damn into the middle of was pretty damn vicious." He stretched one arm and said, "I'm clueless what to do. I've never really had anyone but myself to rely on, so you guys are gonna' have to figure out what you're going to do."

"We've got the armoury ready for us, so do what you need to, make your peaces, get what you need, and get ready."

Thomas made sure he was ready. His small armor was on, his short sword was sharp, and his three daggers were in perfect condition. Driach was already wearing his armor and sword. He never took it off.

"Just like old times, eh Thomas?"

"Yep. You remember the old strategy?"

"You set 'em up, and I knock 'em down."

"Exactly."

Vace stood up and said, "No matter where I go I can never seem to find peace. Well, guess I'm being pulled into another war. Time to get my gear checked out." He walked out, heding to the armory to make sure all of his equipment was in top shape.

OOC: Exactly how far from Kalahad are we?

"Your Majesty, are there any messengers that can ride swiftly to the realms of Kalahad. I was never a good horseman myself, and a slow rider. I will write a convincing letter to send with him to the king." Argriv looked at his finger, upon which was situated a ring which had been sent to him along with the Clasp. It was his house signet ring. "I can only hope this will be enough to get it upon the High Lord's table in enough time."

OOC: Does anyone else sense this being turned into a siege of minias tirith rohon cavalry saving the day thing?

Kal shrugged. "There's a war every 200 years or something."

He walked out of the room, and headed for the armoury. While there, he grabbed a torso peice that had the shoulder pads. And bracers. And leg stuff.

He took these back to his room, and layed them out.

"In 360 years I've never thought I would ever have to do something like this. Normally we would ditch and run."


The King turned from his argument said, "Plenty. Ask Cirith to take it."
OOC: Oh....this ain't gonna' be Minas Tirith...nor Helm's Deep...

And Cirith is the guy that rides a dragon. Expect to see a lot of him.

Argriv poored all of his skill and decit into a letter of pleading help, confessing to his own ill ways and begging the forces of Kalahad to help on this most noble, ritious and honourable task. This done, he sealed it with his ring, and sent it with the drow indicated.

(OOC: Only instead of human riders, we'll be getting an army of Dark-Elven ninjas. Hoo-ha!)

Driach came Thomas a few planks of metal.

"Here, put this on. It's made to cover the essentials. You know, chest, back, gut, stuff like that." Thomas put it on. It was light, which was good.

"You know, Driach. I left the life of a ninja to become a thief simply so that I wouldn't be caught in battles like this. And now, I'm stuck in a full-blown war. Makes me wish I had just stayed home." Driach patted Thomas hard on the back.

"Ahh, but if we took the safe way through life, then where would the fun be? You taught me that a long time ago, Thomas. I can't believe you forgot that." Thomas shrugged.

"Hey, having your ability to steal be forcibly taken away from you can do stuff to a guy."