Gathering

At a village a group of strangers came together.

     A woman with glorious gray hair and azure eyes rode on top of a great hound.  She came from a land where trees and hills dominated the land scape.  Her land was to the west of this desolated desert town.  She wore basic brown leather armor with small teeth from rodents sewn into patterns along her sleeves and leggings.

     From the North a man sailed in on his desert keel boat.  A boat he was proud of because it was the only one that existed, he had created it.  His black hair obscured his equally dark eyes, his weather-beaten copper skin spoke of the burning sun of his homeland, even hotter than the sands in which he now found himself.

     A six foot nine, three-hundred pound, bearded man strode in from the south.  His giant physique covered with overgrown hair made him look sweaty and dirty to the villagers, that stared rudely at him.    

     He wore his over large leathers, with the furs that kept him warm in the frozen lake lands tucked away in a crude knapsack slung over his shoulder.  He still refused to cut his waist length blonde hair and beard.  In his left hand he held a ten foot pole, he used this as a walking stick.  On the pole toward the top there were many different sharp looking antlers. His eyes looked over the crude village with a critical purple gaze.  

     The east brought the rarest beauty ever seen in those parts. A woman whose tiny figure seemed to make other ladies jealous. As she came abreast of the blonde giant, she barely came up to his chest.  Her fiery red hair was close cropped, revealing pointed ears.  She wore a tunic and tightly cinched knee-pants.  A cloak so black it shimmered hung from her shoulders, seeming floor length one moment, waist length the next.  On her shoulder road a large blue butterfly.  The body of the insect came down her back half way and its six legs held onto the side of her arm. 

     All of these people had a piece of paper in their possession.  On that paper was written, “Come to Raja, wealth and glory await.” One sought only riches, another could care less about money.  One sought the glory.  The last... she was there for revenge, so the note gave a good reason to travel so far. 

     There was only one problem.  Who sent the note?