Monday, March 27, 2006
New Asheri!!!
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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
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Monday, January 24, 2005
Welcome
Welcome to Asheri Rising, a site that I am making for preservation and access to the stories told in the worlds of Rune Aeterna. Rune Aeterna went through several different looks and names in the three years that it was alive and kicking. The first name and the one closest to my heart is Asheri. This world was the brainchild of Derek Adams and Jake Broadrick who have given me permission to post this information. It is my hope that they stop in from time to time and add anything they might still have.
This site will show all that files that I have to anyone who cares to read it while at the same time letting the new reader find this fine collective work.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Chapter 1 of Asheri Chronicles 10/16/200 - 11/30/ 2000
Chapter One this is where it all begain more or less. Long story that I'm not really fit to tell. Anyways these are the Asheri Chronicles which I know and love. Are they prefect no, but the stories and the ideas that have meant so much to me and others. Enjoy.
Salamander Armada
General Armada sat in his chambers and studied the maps of the Nyliam-Lunis border. Nyliam troops were amassing there. It seemed the emperor would no longer be content to hold its current ground. Given the distance, it would take about two weeks to move his troops from Helilal to Fayre, and then he would move all of the troops into Neyvel. From there, he would continue on to Dargent, and meet the troops from Callendar there. He would then meet with Ezra Al'Teyr and discuss the movement of the Imperial troops.
He looked up from the map and rubbed his eyes. The candle's flame flickered in the relative darkness, and he decided to get some sleep.
The next day, he wrote a letter to the commanders of the Callendar and Helilal notifying them of what actions to take. The letter was sent to the Courriers in their office, and they saw to it that the letter arrived. Peculiar thing, the air magic they used, Salamander thought to himself. Transporting pieces of paper through the air itself, he mused.
The troops would begin to march by the next morning, if not sooner.
------------------Salamander Armada
Salamander walked down the line, inspecting the soldiers. They were lined up by Type, with the Knights, Magi, and Mage Knights all standing at attention. The Elite Guard were not present, they were attending to other activities, ordered by Salamander himself. All of the soldiers were under forty, with a few exceptions in the higher ranks. Most of them respected Salamander despite his youth.
"General Armada, Sir!" One of the lieutenants stepped forward from the ranks of the Mage Knights. "We are ready to move out at your command."
"At ease. We will not move out until the troops from Helilal. Commander Quadros has sent a third of his troops here. Since they will have travelled longer than us, we will stop for a few days in Nevyal to rest, given the Empire hasn't attacked Dargent."
"Understood." The lieutenant gave the orders, and the soldiers broke rank and returned to their shelters. Some of them stayed about to practice sparring.
One of the soldiers approached. "Sir, will you honor me with a duel?"
"Are you sure?" The young man nodded. "Yes."
Salamander drew his broadsword and readied for the fight. Several soldiers had crowded around and formed a circle. The soldier started out lightly, but became more aggressive. He thrust his blade towards Salamander and missed. Salamander knocked him to the ground with his elbow. The young man rolled over, and extended his hand. Salamander helped him up.
"What is your name?"
"Leonos Keras."
"You have potential, Leonos. Continue your training, and you will be a great warrior." He turned to the crowd. "Let Leonos be an example to you all. Train with those who are stronger, that you may increase your skills. A sword sharpened on a blunt rock will fall into ruin." He turned and walked towards the main hall of Fayre.
------------------Ezra Al'Teyr
Ezra stood atop one of the towering spires of Dargent Keep, looking out across the River Taerun to see the Imperial city of Farlarn on the horizon. His misty blue and green gobes swirled quietly in the gentle breeze as he contemplated his actions. He had sent word to Fayre as soon as he had found of the gathering of armed Imperial forces in Farlarn, but it would take several weeks for troops to arrive from Fayre, and farther from outlying republics.
He turned to the stairs that would take him back into the castle, and fingered the medallion that hung around his neck. It was on of the few things he had left from his father, whom had died years earlier at the hands of a Shadowseeker, Linerin Gheral. The name still tasted bitter on his lips, and he spat after he wispered it to himself. He would find Linerin Gheral someday, and make him pay for the murder of his parents, but for now, he had to worry about the Imperial threat to his city. His personal vandettas would have to wait.
He gathered his robes around him and decended into the castle.
------------------Salamander Armada
OOC: Since there aren't many members, I'm going to fast forward a few days. When we gain members, I'll slow things down again.
IC:
The troops from Helilal arrived in a few days, and Salamander gave the orders to march. The soldiers began the long trek to Neyvel and hoped for the best. If any word reached the General's ear of strange activity in the Neliam camps, they may not recieve the day of rest in Neyvel, instead marching on to Dargent. The Helilal soldiers feared this turn of events more than the others, for they had been traveling far longer, under a rigorus pace.
But no such news reached the encampment of soldiers. They arrived in Neyval without interruption, and proceeded to take a day of rest.
Salamander was relieved as well. As long as the Imperial troops were quiet, there would be little cause for alarm. He wondered if they knew of his approach.
No, he reasoned. If they suspected the troops approach, they would have already attacked. If that was their goal.
He had a feeling it was.
------------------Ezra Al'Teyr
Leonard Terdragon turned the message he had just recieved over and over in his hands. He knew that attacking Dargent, as the Emperor had commanded in his letter, would be a firece battle, especially if the Lunari had prepared for it. The thing he feared more than anything else was the power of the Lunari battlemages. He had but two trained mages in his command and no more than a dozen others. Dargent was sure to have the standard Lunari compliment of twenty-five battlemages, all fully trained, and Leonard had heard that the regent of the city was one of the most powerful summoners to have lived for years. But it was an order... From the Emperor... He gritted his teeth as he strode out of his tent to tell his commanders to prepare to march.
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Ezra Al'Teyr
Ezra woke at a knock on the door of his private chambers. He rose from his feather bed and walked quickly to the door, his silk smallclothes wavering with his movement.
"Yes," Ezra spoke sleepily
"The Imperial troops march Sir," spoke the messenger, wiping sweat from his brow, "They will cross the river by noon tomorrow, and be here shortly thereafter,"
"Send message to the members of the High Council, the Council of Dargent, and to High Commander Armada," Ezra demanded hastily, spinning aboput on his heels, "Tell the Council of dargent to meet today at Noon, in the council chambers, and also send word to the outlying villages," the servant nodded his head and yawned with a tired expression, "GO!"
The messenger nearly jumped out of his clothes, and Ezra cursed softly to himself, as he scurried off down the corridor. The regent hurridly dressed himself in his sunmmoners robes of blues and greens, and gathered his things. He slipped a Black ring with purple streaks around a finger, and donned his father's amulet. He buckeled his swordbelt on, and made for the highest spire of the castle, called Shiva's Tear, for it's crowning crystal rooftop. Moving through the halls swiftly, he passed servants and guards alike, and they all shifted uneasily, sensing his own uneasiness.
He stepped off of the last stair of Shiva's Tear, and looked out to the west. He could see the army marching in the light of the dawn, like a giant swarm, coming to consume his city. He estimated their numbers at 15,000, but was worried there were more. Dargent had only 1000 guards, and a military force of about 3000 enlisted men from the Army of the Republic. Others were en route, but would take at least five more days to get here.
"By the light, give us luck," Ezra muttered to himself cynically, "We are going to need it,"
------------------Salamander Armada
He wiped the sweat from his brow, dirt and oil caking his face from the hard ride. "General Armada!" The messenger shouted. "Sir, I bring a message from Dargent! The empire advances!"
"Damn it!" Salamander shouted. "How many men?"
"About 15000. Two siege towers, and a handful of catapults. We have 1000 guards, and about 3000 men from the Republic."
"Less than a third of their force." He turned to one of the nearby captains. "Ready the men. We march now. There's no time to waste." He faced the messenger. "How did you get here?"
"I rode my horse nearly to death. She collapsed a few hours ago. I ran the rest of the way."
"Take a fresh horse and ride to Callendar. Tell them not to delay. Move them out now."
"Regent Al'Teyr already dispatched a messenger to Callendar. They should be moving already."
"That's good. That will buy us some time." Good thinking, Ezra. Your father would be proud, he thought.
The troops fell into organized lines, and Salamander rode his horse to the forefront. "The Nylian Empire marches on Dargent. When we arrive, they will already be fighting. If any man fears defeat, let the coward return home now. The rest of you, brave warriors, let us defend the honor and land of our fathers! Move out!"
A triumphant cry rose up from their ranks, and the army began to move.
A storm was brewing in Asheri...
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God VT
Herm was travelling on his horse, during a large storm night, when suddenly the animal went in some kind of craziness.
Herm: Uh...?What's wrong, Flare?
The horse naturally didn't respond, but refused to advance any further. Herm disembarked and walked besides the animal, then arriving in front of it, and searched for something that could make the animal afraid.
Suddenly, a kind of gigantic bat flew towards the Dragoon, leaving him no choice but to throw his back to the ground. Then he took a weapon, but the monster had disappeared.
He went back on his horse, and the rest of the way had no problems at all.
------------------Salamander Armada
The army was travelling at full march. The mounted knights travelled in the forefront, and the foot knights in the rear. In the middle were the mages, arranged by sphere, and to either side were the mage knights, arranged in the same manner.
General Armada sat on his horse, some distance behind them, along with the other commanders. "We can win this one. I have a plan."
"Is that so, General?"
"Yes. But there will be less loss of life if Dargent manages to hold the bridge. I do not anticipate this, but I do pray for it."
"And if they fail?"
"We can win still. But it will be more difficult." He paused, and looked towards one of the Knight Commanders. "Have the archers move to the rear. The swordsmen will move forward. The fire mages and earth mages switch positions."
"Yes sir." The commander saluted, and rode closer to the ranks, barking orders, and Salamander watched as the warriors moved in a highly trained manner.
"How long must we fight, General?"
"As long as Nyliam is ruled by a tyrant," Salamander said, sighing. "It grows worse with every passing battle. I dream of peace."
"There is no place for warriors in a peaceful world."
"I know. Go to the troops, reassure them. I need some time to think alone."
"Yes sir."
------------------God VT
Herm finally reached the gates of Balanum, his destination. A guard stopped him.
Guard: State your business.
Herm: Coming here to visit sir Geano.
Guard: Why that? You know people of Nyliam are in war with us, and you look like some of them.
Herm: sir Geano began building some ship, a while ago, and I'm now going to visit him to get this ship that's mine.
Guard: How can we trust you?
Herm: Simple, bring me to sir Geano and we'll talk over that.
The 2 guards looked at each other, then at the Dragoon.
Guard: How can we trust you?
Herm dropped his 2 weapons to the ground.
Herm: You’re armed, and I’m not, escort me there, and if I’m an enemy you will see and just have to cut my head.
Guard: Hmm…that is agreed.
Herm: Thank you, but please, take my weapons with you, I don’t think I’ll have any time to come back here after my talk with sir Geano.
The two guards escorted Herm through the town, and everyone was looking at them. Some people were getting ready to throw rocks at the new arrived, thinking he was a war prisoner, but the guards were stopping them by telling them he was not an enemy.
They finally arrived to Geano’s workshop, a huge factory. Herm stepped in very quickly, before the guards could follow him, but they brought him back to his place, asking him to let his horse at the entry. Herm left Flare at the entry of the building and went in with the guards.
They finally arrived at Geano’s room, where he was working on a big sheet of paper with lots of calculations and plans of some giant armour.
Herm: Hello my old fellow !
Geano turned, and looked at his friend who was between two guards.
Geano: Uh ? What…?Why are you with those men?
Herm: Well, it was the only way to get in, they did not want me to enter the town unless I prove them I was your friend.
Geano: Hmmm….strange, guards, you can dismiss.
Guards: Yes sir !
The two guards prepared to leave, but Herm stopped them with a “My weapons!”. The two guards turned back, gave him his sword and spear, and left again.
Geano: What happened to Flare ?
Herm: He was rejected like me, they didn’t allow the animal to go into the place.
Geano: Hehe, they are cautious, they are scared of you Nyliams.
Herm: Dah, I’m not an official Nyliam, I’m a wanderer.
Geano: Yes, but they don’t know it.
Herm: Hmm…true. So, is the airship ready ?
Geano: Yes, ready and in order, you can launch it whenever you want.
Herm: Excellent.
Geano: But there are no cannons on.
Herm: No problem, I will not use it for fight, only for travels. Is there a stable for Flare ?
Geano: Yes, plus rooms for travellers, a kitchen, a dining room and you will have a copilot/cook.
Herm: Really ? Where is he ?
Voice: Right behind you.
Herm turned back and saw a small dwarf, a very small one.
Herm: Uh ? You’re a dwarf ?
Dwarf: No, I’m a fly. And WHAT are you? I’m Jeremy, but call me G.
Herm: Ok. I’m Herm FlameWolf. Just call me Herm.
G: I know all that, so, when do we go into the ship ?
Herm: When Flare is ready.
Herm brought the horse in, and after some recommendations from Geano, he got into the airship with G and Flare, preparing himself for a ride.
OOC: Liked it ? I’d like to be the only one, or one of the rare people using an airship, it’s kind of fun to have some good reputation. But don’t be mistaken, it will only be used for travelling, it has no weapon on itself.
Ezra Al'Teyr
OOC: It looks ok to me God VT, since you lied claim to it first. But this airship is the second one ever built, ok? Be sure to remember that. (also how did you pay for it? Just asking.) These things are extremely rare, and because you asked you will be one of a very few that will be allowed to have an airship. Also, dwarves (unless you were refreeing to a midget balanian)do not exist naturally on Asheri. The only way one could have gotten here is through a planar rift. You can decide if that's the case, of if you want to edit your post.
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Ezra Al'Teyr
Ezra walked from the Dargent council chambers. There had been some large amount of debate about what should be done. Mostly talk about what should be done, and hardly any talk of what would be done. A pair of the seven council members had even suggested surrender, but for Ezra, that was not an option.
He had the majority of the populations of close villages safely inside the walls of the city, and he had called all of the militiamen from those villages to assist in the defense of the city. Ezra's forces now numbered nearly five thousand, but this was not even a third of the Nylian force. Ezra ascended the steps of Shiva's Tear once again, and upon reaching the top of the spire that seemed to be forged out of ice, he looked out once again toward the approaching army. They swarmed like locusts across the Nylian plain. They would reach the bridge within an hour and be to Dargent no more than three hours later. Around noon, as he had earlier thought. He began to think, about defensive tactics and strategies, when he heard footsteps from the stairway of the spire.
"Hello my Lord Ezra," Spoke a Lunari man with blonder hair and blue eyes, wearing a robe of dark blue with streaks of white and yellow.
"May the light of the Creator shield you, Ramsus" Ezra replied softly, "Look out there, look at what we must face within the day,"
Ramsus looked out toward the bridge, and to the swarm that was their enemy. He was Ezra's advisor, long time friend, and a skilled magician of the air sphere. He raised his hands, and the gloom of the day seemed to mold around his will, the clouds gathering in a large spiraling pattern around the bridge between Lunis and Nyliam. Sweat began to bead on Ramsus' face, and his teeth were chattering in bursts. Ezra wished he could help in whatever effect Ramsus was generating, for he could see that it was draining him severely. Without warning, A crackeling storm of lightning bolts rained from the cloud above the bridge, reducing the structure from the elegant white marble edifice it had once been, to a hunk of molten rock, no longer offering passage into Lunis. Ramsus limply fell to the floor, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth.
"That should hold them off for a little while," Ramsus rasped as he gasped for air.
"Yes, my friend, that will buy us some time," Ezra helped Ramsus up, and supported him as they decended the stairs of Shiva's Tear. Ezra would call a Lifeweaver to help Ramsus as soon as he had put him to bed. Ezra couldn't help but think, why hadn't he thought of destroying the bridge.
Ezra Al'Teyr
Ezra stood with several other magicians atop Shiva's Tear, looking out to the west. The Nylian army was building a wooden bridge to cross the river. The magicians amungst the Nylians had countered the efforts of other Air and Fire mages to destroy this new bridge. However, the destruction of the original bridge had bought Dargent another day, perhaps two. Night was falling, and a spectacular sunset was visible from the tear.
Ezra sighed in the day's exhaustion, "May the Creator shield us and bring us luck,"
Salamander Armada
The army began to move at a slow pace, and Salamander dismounted to let his horse rest. In a handful of hours, the sun would rise, and the pace would resume. Best to take care of it now.
He departed from the large company, leaving his horse in the care of an eager soldier. He walked some distance from the army and pulled out a flute. He began to play a soft, haunting melody. It brought back memories, memories he never wanted to forget. Memories of her...
Her name was Lyanne Persa. She was one of the elite guard, the only female soldier to reach that rank. She was under his command, so any relationship would have been frowned on. Neither one of them admitted feelings for each other. One day, Salamander ordered her unit to attack a city in Nyliam. But he had realized that such a dangerous mission... she might not return from. So he went to confess his feelings to her, only to find that the squad had already left.
He chased after her as fast as he could, despite warnings from the other officers. He was too late. He arrived in the town to see only a charred ruin. The city had been a trap set by the Nylian Empire. Lyanne had been killed along with the rest of the unit.
Two months ago. The flute was a gift from her.
He rejoined the group, silent. How many lives must be lost? How long must we fight? Is there another way?
------------------God VT
OOC: Uh....I guess it'll be the way you want. the dwarf has no big role, just to say my guy doesn't pilot.
As for the price, it's the creator, Geano, that made and paid it.
IC:
Herm stayed on the bridge of his new flying ship, the SS FlameWolf(Herm's last name), feeling the cool temperature of the blowing wind on his face. He knew that was how life had to be.
Hern: now....where can I go with my new little treasure...?
------------------Ezra Al'Teyr
Dargent: Shiva's Tear
Ezra paced back and forth atop the spire known as Shiva's Tear. He could see the completed bridge from his position, and with his spyglass, he could make out the pair of tired magicians guarding it. One of them had to be a Flamedancer, from the red-orange robes they wore, the other was likely either a Waverunner or a Windrider, but Ezra could not decide which one he or she was.
Ezra had sent an order for all troops in the city except for a minimal guard be sent for rest about four hours ago, right after sundown. General Armada should be here either late tomorrow or early the next day, he thought. He continued to pace back and forth, atop the spire. He wanted all of his men to be rested for tomorrow, for that is when he anticipated the attack, but he could not draw himself away from his lookout point. He had a bad feeling that Leonard, the commander of the Nylian troops, had something planned that would be most detrimental to his city. With a soft prayer followed by a curse, Ezra continued to pace back and forth across the lookout.
The medallion around his neck seemed to almost pulse with its master's power.
Outside Dargent: A tent on the west side of the River Taerun
General Leonard Terdragon stood, wearing full field plate armor, and addredded several other individuals dressed much the same.
"We shall march tonight at midnight, and hopefully take them by surprise," He spoke solmenly. There was nothing more he wanted than to be able to march into the city with no resistance, but he knew that impossible. He stepped from the tent, after dismissing the officers, and looked to the moon.
"I have sworn to uphold the light of the Nylian Empire, and that is what I must do," He wispered to himself, "But why must so many lives be lost," He frowned to himself, and silently passed back into his tent.
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Kalimdor Stromguard
Tiranus Stromguard sat upon his throne, at least one of the many thrones he had scattered throughout the amazingly large and complex castle. This particular throne sa outside, overlooking many miles of land. He could see, in the distance, an army marching. Another of his own, travelling to support the 15000 men already battling. He had yet recieved no word upon the status of the war, as it was soon to become, bt he knew that more men would never hurt his chances of winning. Another 5000 men, to be exact. These men also brought with them more seige weapons that the first army had, and so their travelling was heavier. Lost in thought the Emperor did not hear footsteps apporaching.
"Brother?" asked the shorter, yet heavier built man.
The Emperor became startled, but quickly regained his composure. "Yes, Karthos?"
The younger royal sibling spoke out in his deeper voice. "I have word from the front lines. Three small villages have been sacked and taken, but they are not of any worth. They will soon reach Dargent. I.." The young man paused but a moment. "I wish to be sent to the front lines. I want to fight."
"What? No! You shouldn't do that! You musn't!"
"But brother, you know I am capable!"
"They have mages, many mages! You are not accustomed to fighting magic!"
"And how am I to learn?" Karthos' eyes flared, as did his nostrils. Tiranus knew this to be a typical sign of his brother's quick temper. "If you do not let me go, I shall run away! You know I will!"
Tiranus saw through this ruse as well, and was about to oppose. Suddenly, his gaze passed the curtains and his face changed drastically. "Fine, go. I trust in your abilities well enough. But do not take excessive risks. We need you here. You know I plan to wed soon."
Karthos' joy quickly erased the thought of his brother's strange look. "Thank you, oh thank you brother! I will not forget this! And don't worry about me. Old Grimus is coming with. He wouldn't let me go otherwise."
"That is good," Tiranus said with much relief. "I was about to suggest that myself. Now run along. I have... things to do." Tiranus watched as Karthos ran off into the castle, and shifted his gaze to the curtains once again. "I'm sorry," he spoke aloud. "I almost let him notice."
A laugh came from the curtains, deep and hardy. A thin figure stepped forth. "Do not worry, Old One. Our brother is quite impetuous. I'm sure he noticed nothing."
Tiranus breathed a sigh of relief. "It's just... I couldn't do this without your help, Kalimdor. It was your idea in the first place. I cannot be an Emperor alone!"
"I know, brother, I know. You possess certain traits that I would need in order to be Emperor. Thus, we need each other. Do not worry about Karthos, I have already taken care of things. I expected as much from him. He shall be okay, do not worry."
"Yes, Young One. Yes. You know best."
----------------------------------------------Ezra Al'Teyr
Ezra saw the first line of troops begin to cross the bridge, as the moon reached its apex in the sky. He ceased his pacing and quickly strode to a rope hanging from the alcove near the stairs of the spire. He rang the bell far below, knowing that it would eventually spread the word of attack throught the city.
"The time has come," He shouted to the city, "May the light and luck be with us!". He lofted himself into the air, weaving the strands of air about himself and propelling himself toward the western gates of the city.
Within no more than thirty minutes, the city was prepared for assult, and the enemy was no more than fifteen minutes from the walls of the fortifications. Ezra stood upon the battlement of the city, surrounded by the councilmembers of Dargent. His trusted friend and bodyguard, Kalaim Rublicam, stood at his side. They could all see the massive army marching right toward them.
"Looks like it's time to dance the blade," spoke Kal, "may I live to sheathe the sword another day,"
"May we all," Ezra spoke, "May we all...."
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Salamander Armada
"Sir Armada! The enemy has begun to attack Dargent!"
His fear betrayed his reason, and he seized the soldier by the collar. "Never refer to an approaching army as 'the enemy.' Those enemies are human beings, just like us. We don't take lives because they are the enemy. We take their lives when our own and the ones we love are threatened." He let go of the soldier. "Send word to all the captains and commanders. We will double our pace to Dargent."
"But General..."
"But nothing! Do it!" He mounted his horse and rode to the forefront of the troops. He turned and faced the army that was at his command.
"Dargent is under seige. We will arrive outnumbered, let this army return in a differnent state from that which it arrived! Move out!"
Shit, this completely screws us up. The troops from Callendar may be our only saving grace. He pulled out his flute. "What would you have done? Is there another way besides war? Will Dargent be lost?" He turned the flute over and read the inscription carved into the smooth oak. Why are things so damned complicated? And why do we even bother?
The answer he had given her while she was alive... "Because we must."
The troops began to mobilize. Dargent was only a few days away. They would march on the gates of Hell at his command. He would not fail them as a leader, or as a friend, as he had failed her. Raising his sword to the west he shouted, "For the glory of our forefathers, and by the light of the creator's hand, we will not lose this battle!"
------------------Enfineous
As his dark and wrinkled fingers follow the pattern on his mysterious wooden sword Enfineous stares vigilantly on his favorite sight of all Asheri, his beloved Daestrea. He curses to him self for ever ruining his relationship with the fair maiden. As she sweeps the dirt off the front porch of her families modest home, he recognizes the copy of the wooden ring he bears himself on her finger. "There must be hope," he mutters in the shadow, "she hasn't forgotten." With that his cape spins in a flutter of silence. Back to the woods to check on his "guests."
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Keimal Detryex
Keimal awoke hazily from a soft and gentle sleep. His face felt refreshed as he wiped the morning's dew from his brow rising gracefully from his bedroll. The dawns air had a slightly chilling bite to it but other than the cold drizzle that fell it was yet another peacefull morning in the Soulwood Forest. The usual comforting senses helped completely revive the sleepily walking gypsy. The smell of the cooking fires, the laughter of running children, the gossiping of the Milios elders. Out of this great serenity that a life of vagrancy blesses the wandering farai people with, comes its price. Keimal stopped dead in his tracks as he overheard his clan elder, Marnyx Traenas, discussing the rise of the Nyliam Empire.
"This cannot hold well for us.. Another tyrant!" remarked Marnyx. The elder was plentiful in his years but remained youthful in his appearance as most in Farai do.
"True enough gentle elder, it was one of their tyrants that first oppressed the lands of Asheri. We used to be entertainers and bards..." added Lynerus Pocke, a clan scout. Lynerus was a small and agile man, it was his scouting report that informed Marnyx of the scuffle mounting on the Nyliam/Lunis border.
"Now we're condemned to a life of thievery and treachory. We can't find honest work due to the stereotypes forced upon us by the past kings of Nyliam, therefore we must steal what we need to survive."
"You need not remind me great elder, my father told me much of the slaves made out of wandering peoples. We can't allow this to happen again. We already reside in the forests and the crags. How much further can we be banished if these tyranus monsters invade our lands again?"
"How far indeed good Lynerus..." Marnyx's glance shifted to see a shocked young tribesman. "Keimal, come here my boy."
"Yes my elder."
"Keimal, we need some in depth information on the severity of these events. We can't allow another tyrant to oppress our lands. I would send Lynerus but he grows as old as I do and wouldn't be fit for a struggle."
Lynerus looked down at his aged feet and slumped away. He knew he was still a great scout but this wasn't to be his mission.
Marnyx continued, "Lynerus is a great man but he is too small to fit in with the Lunis people."
"You mean?..."
"Yes Keimal, we need you to infiltrate the Lunis lands and further assess the situation. You haven't anything to fear of the Lunis. We have existed in their lands on our many travels before. As long as you are curteous, their people will respect you and your space. Go now my boy, and find us out the truth of the suppossed invasion. Assist if nessesary, for the Lunis' enemy is our own!"
"Yes my elder, at once I depart!"
"May the Milios spirit protect you young Keimal."
At that, Keimal fetched his horse and some rations and hastily departed the misting woods due South West for the border town of Dargent to fulfill his elders request:
Asses the Nyliam threat.
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Kalimdor Stromguard
"Grimus! Grimus! It is time for us to go!" Karthos ran to the elder warrior in full battle armor, making a loud crashing noise with each heavy step.
The old man looked up from the doorway to his room, looking grim. He put a hand to his face, secretly wiping away a tear. "Calm yourself, boy. With that impetus, you're liable to get your head chopped off. Pull yourself together. Stand up straight."
"Yes sir!" Karthos stood at attention, looking as stern as an exuberant youth could.
"Now, to Edrick. We shall ride the winds of magic to arrive in time for the battle. Your brother will send us swiftly and accurately."
The two armies met with great haste. Dargent's forces managed to kill many Nylians, but it was inevitable that the forces would meet face to face. After much time, and much blood, the Nylians were able to breach the wall. The gates were opened by interior forces, and many large portions of the wall had been broken by seige equipment. But the battle was nowhere near over. Suddenly, a shimmering light appeared just inside the walls, right in the thick of the battle. Two figures appeared of contrasting age, dressed in very similar ceremonial armor.
"Now, boy! Now!" The old Grimus cried as the shimmering field faded from the two. The young one began hacking and slashing troops, and the old man followed suit. He remained near the boy, blocking blade after blade intended for royal Nylian blood. The boy was under his protection, and none would harm the lad. They pushed forward, the boy intent on a certain target. Grimus knew not what, only that the boy was not to be harmed by anyone in this battle. A stray bolt of magic crashed into a nearby wall, showering the area in debris. Karthos seemed overjoyed by this, and in the confusion dove into the newly formed crevice. Grimus followed suit, and the two ran down an empty corridor that led to a battlement. After dashing up a flight of steps, Karthos entered a room occupied by two figures. One was busy casting spells upon the assualting forces, while the other watched the doorway. At the sight of newcomers, the mage's bodyguard leapt into action, but was drawn aside by Grimus. Karthos worked his way to the mage, dodging fire and ice, lightning and acid to reach his goal. The mage began to draw a sword as the Nylian Prince drew near, but was not quick enough. In one blow, Karthos disarmed the mage and slit his throat. Revelling over his easy kill, Karthos did not hear the footsteps rushing behind him, and did not have time to react to the blade as it slid through a crease in his armor, piercing his heart. He fell upon the ground, a look of surprise frozen on his face. His body landed, and he rolled over to face his killer.
The slayer looked down at the body, unable to comprehend what had just happened. A prince of Nyliam, brought down in one simple thrust. The figure moved his mouth to speak. Finally, his creaking voice penetrated the dull roar of the battle below as a single tear fell from Grimus' face onto the boy's body.
"I'm sorry..."
------------------God VT
Guys you suddenly post a damn lot compared to the usual!
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G: Hey FlameWolf, I think a battle may be soon prepared around Dargent, some city in Lunis territories. People of Balanum talked about it without knowing a lot, and if we arrive soon enough we may have enough time to prepare for some fight.
Herm: Intersting....Lunis against Nyliam...but I don't know which side I should join forces with...my people, or those that have the wisdom and the knowing of fairness.......?
G: A hard choice, sir...
Herm: I think I should go give a hand to the mages this time...do you know if they have lots of money ?
G: No idea....but they have lots of magic.
Herm: ....Let's head to Dargent !
------------------Ezra Al'Teyr
Ezra stood horrified amidst the chaos that surrounded him. He had made his way down from the battlement slowly during the battle, with Kal by his side, and several members of the Lunari Army. They stood in the courtyard directly inside the west gate. The battle was seeming to favor the Nylians, but Ezra did not expect anything different. He had killed more Nylians already than he could count on two sets of hands, and Kal had nearly the same amount dead, but the battle was still going against them. Ezra spun to face Kal, and as he did, Kal raised his blade to stab. His blade flowed through the air as Ezra aimed a fist toward him. Two Nylian soldiers dropped dead, one pierced by the blade thrusting over Ezra's shoulder, one by a blast of shadow magic from Ezra's open palm. The pair took a half second reprise before springing back to battle. Kal began spinning Eternity's Heart in wide patterns to keep the many enemies at bay. Ezra grasped the medallion about his neck and wispered a prayer to the Creator. The world went white to Ezra as he felt the immense surge of power moving through his existance. As quickly as he could comprehend he channeled it all into his most potent ability. Summoning..
A shower of blinding lightning began to rain from the sky, sending debris showering everywhere and wounding many of the Nylian soldiers. However, the Lunari were somehow protected. An immense bolt of lightning struck the ground no more than ten feet from where Ezra stood. An old man, smiling deviously, stood where the bolt had struck. The man raised his stave and a shower of lightning bolts permeated the area, destroying enemy flesh and armor alike, but leaving allies unharmed. And then, the man seemed to ride a bolt of lightning into the sky. Then there was a deathly quiet, as the Lunari soldiers stood amazed. Kal helped Ezra to his feet, and Ezra wiped sweat from his brow with his sleeve.
"A small victory," Ezra gasped, "But at what price? There must be Nylians everywhere,"
"Get up you lout, we have to keep moving," Kal laughed, "This isn't over yet!" He seemed to be enjoying this more than he should be, Ezra thought, but that was part of Kal, he loved battle.
And Ezra, as tired as he was after summoning Indra, wished that this one could be over.
------------------Thinious Delmond
Thinious stretches his long arms above his head and releases a well-deserved yawn. He is in his last days of classes in Fayre's Academy for the Adepted Mind. Currently Thinious is searching for a master to study under in real life situations. As far as class is concerned, Thinious is bored with throwing balls of fire at targets and measuring his flight ablities. He wants to find a master that finds his talents admirable and worthy of apprenticeship.
Thinious: (To himself) I cannot wait until I get out of this place.
Saranos: I know what you mean. I can't wait until I'm able to go out and adventure and put my mind to good use.
Thinious : (Eyeing Saranos) Yes, well, I have to go now. You understand, I'm sure.
Thinious leaves before his classmate is able to reply. He can't stand dealing with people. After his father passed on, he has lost all social skills. He wants to be alone, because that is the only person he can trust, himself. He heads toward the Headmaster of the Academy's office.
Thinious : (Again to himself) I hope this doesn't take long.
He sighs to himself and enters the office.
[This message has been edited by Thinious Delmond (edited November 27, 2000).]
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Salamander Armada
OOC: You might want to disable smilies in your posts from now on. Since I didn't upload them, that's why you're getting no image boxes. But disable smilies and you won't have that problem.
Yeah, VT, we do post a lot. Since we only have a few members, most of the story around the wars has to be set up. It just gives new members something to start with. We could have just created the world and said 'go for it' but we wanted to throw in a conflict.
------------------Aeveris
The axe drove home, sinking into the soft flesh of a human stomach. Aeveris pulled his weapon free, and in one smooth movement, drew his other axe and wheeled about, facing the five remaining attackers. They were poorly armored, and had not caught Aeveris by surprise. He heard their footsteps minutes before they attacked. The first one had been dead the second he stepped out of the foliage.
"Just give us what you got, boy, and we'll let you live," yelled the biggest remaining bandit. He advanced slowly, seeing the blood of his dead friend soak the ground.
In another quick flash, three more men died. Aeveris, not waiting for the larger man to finish speaking, had thrown one of his axe at a bandit holding a small firearm, one of shoddy make. The axe buriedi tself in the man's head, but Aeveris had already flown into a batlle dance, lopping off another bandits head, and continuing stright into the third's skull. Blood sprayed all about the air, and the two remaining men tried to flee. Aeveris spun quickly, retrieving his weapons and throwing them in a single motion. The axes flew parallel to each other and imbedded themselves in the fleeing men's backs.. They toppled to the ground, and Aeveris pulled the weapons from the bodies.
"Easy enough," he thought to himself as he wiped the blades on his clothing. The air was warm around him, as day was reaching it's peak, and he sniffed the air, smelling only the stench of fresh blood. Turning his head, Aeveris continued his way along the small path.
I'm new, but I hope you like this. Please give me feedback or something.
------------------Salamander Armada
OOC: It is very well done, I gather you're going to fill us in on the rest later?
One thing, though, unless you're in Balanum, there aren't any firearms, especially in the hands of lowly thieves (unless they stole it from a very rich person) and even there it's pretty rare.
Keep up the good work!
------------------Ezra Al'Teyr
Kal and Ezra made their way towards the center of the city. Many of the buildings and structures were burning, and you couldn't go more than twenty feet without either running into another group of skermishing warriors, or running across a finished battle and seeing the price of war. Ezra stumbled behind Kal as fast as he could possibly run, but he was weak. The pair took some time getting to the central plaza of Dargent, fighting several battles on the way into the center of the city, Kal healing the both of them a few times when it was needed. However, the two of them finally made it to the main plaza to see an incredible battle taking place. Fire, lightning, ice, and just about every other kind of magic seemed to be bursting forth from a group of several Lunari mages surrounded by members of the Dargent guard. The Nylians were relentlessly assulting the fifty men and women in the center of the plaza, but were suffering enormous numbers of casualties in the process. Ezra and Kal charged foreward, cutting and blasting their way through the melee to reach the center. Just as they burst through the last lines of Nylians, A burst of Holy energy nearly took off Ezra's head, and a spear thrust from one of the Lunari guardsmen was narrowly dodged by Kal.
"We're with you, you idiot!" Kal screamed murderously, as Ezra climbed to the top of the fountain in the center of the mages.
The battle continued fiercly onward until the dawn was breaking in the east. The thirty remaining tired Lunari mages and guards, as well as Kal and Ezra, continued to fight against the onslaught of the Nylians in the plaza. Ezra knew that he and the other mages had exhausted themselves casting their magics, and he could tell that the warriors of the group were just as tired as the spellcasters. They valiantly pressed on for almost two more hours however, before there were no more enemies to fight. Only thirteen of the guardsmen and ten of the mages remained, but hundreds of Nylians lie dead, strewn about the plaza. All of the tired Lunari looked around at themselves, and at their dead kinsmen.
"We will persevere, Nyliam, you cannot defeat the might and magic of Lunis!" Kal raised his voice, and the remaining Lunari raised the battle cry as well. Ezra patted his friend on the back, and suggested they head for the keep, to see how the rest of the city was faring.
The group made it to the keep without much trouble. Ezra and Kal ascended Shiva's Tear, and as they looked out to the horizon, they saw the Nylian troops regrouping outside of the city.
"This battle cannot be fought all at once, and they know it," Kal muttered.
"Yes, my friend, they know, but this buys us time to tend the wounded and rest, just as they must be doing," Ezra looked shrewdly toward the camps outside of the walls.
Ezra spent the majority of the morning giving orders for the re-fortification and reweaving of the walls, giving orders for fires to be put out, and taking a short nap. Kal did much the same, washing away some of Ezra's weariness with his magics, and sleeping more than Ezra did. It was a shame that Body magicians could not wash away each other's weariness as they could for others, and a shame that the magics did not replenish the soul, so using magic would undo all of the refreshing that had been done. Ezra was walking back through the plaza once again , with his tired mind wandering, when he heard a tremendous sound overhead.
------------------God VT
Herm's ship flew until it reached Dargent, but when he arrived over the city, there was no battle raging. the many mages on place raised their heads, fearing an air attack from Nyliam, thinking they were going to die, because they knew all the magic they had worked made them very weak.
But only one rope appeared out of the ship, and one tall man descended it, arriving feet on the blood soiled ground of Dargent.
He walked up to the mages, looked around him, and then stared at Ezra.
The mage spoke first.
Ezra: who are you ? You are a Nyliam fighter, aren't you?
Herm: I'm no soldier at all, I'm a wandering Dragoon. And who are YOU ?
Ezra: Ezra Al'Teyr(damn...how do you write that name???How didya get it??????), the Summoner-Regent of Dargent. And who are you ?
Herm: I'm talking to an important man...
Herm bowed.
Herm: I'm Herm FlameWolf, a wandering Dragoon originating from Nyliam.
Ezra: You can take a normal position, Dragoon.
Herm went back to normal.
Herm: I wanted to come and fight a bit, but I see I arrived lately. How can I help your army fixing that town?Sure, don't expect me to stay in here for more than 2 weeks, because I need to move a lot, but I can make some works, and if I can have a fight, I'll be very happy.
Cue Ezra Al...uh...Ezra
------------------Enfineous
As the brown cloaked man rushes to the home he has created in the woods high above any civilization, he wipes a solemn tear frok his eye. There must be some way to get back his only true life mate....but that shall wait till later.
Bounding from branch to branch the agile man makes his way to his canopy abode. With a great leap from a thick branch of a strong oak, he bounds through a leaf wall. The leaves give way and the well worn boots on his feet start to slide, on the bark floor of his hut screeching to a stop. Before him, a modest forest living quarter.
"Damnit let us out of here!" says a beard clad old man.
"your time will come soon enough. If i get what i want from the Ezra you will be returned in a quick fashion."
"But what if he doesn't give you what you want?" says a small boy of eleven or so
"Well then that is your fate, lets just assume that people of your importance will be well worth the simple favor i ask."
With that, he turns to his overlook of the forest and drowns everything else out, fingering the wooden ring once again.
------------------Ezra Al'Teyr
"Actually, sir dragoon, there is still battle to be fought, and we would be glad for any assistance you may offer, if you would be willing to fight your kinsmen," Ezra sighed, "did you not see the camps outside of the city walls?"
"Aye, I must have not seen them, i did not come onto deck until we were already low to the ground," Herm replied, "But I must consider wether or not I should help you, Is virtue stronger than blood, or vice versa?"
OOC: Cue Herm... which one is it?
------------------Salamander Armada
Drawing his broad longsword, Salamander led the troops into the smoldering city of Dargent. Several of the mage knights and knights greeted him. The Nylian seige had amounted to little more than a few arrows fired at the city walls. Not enough to constitute a determined attack. Just enough to keep the Lunari in the city.
"Where is the regent?"
"He's asleep in the keep. He is likely in his room."
Salamander and a handful of soldiers went to track down the regent of the city. Most of the army, tired from the quick pace of their march, decided to get a few hours rest in before the Nylians began their attack at sunrise.
Ezra was found in his room. "Regent Al'Teyr, what is the state of the battle?"
"It seems as if our forces have been depleted. The walls are being rebuilt, the fires put out, and the wounded are being tended to."
"I had a plan devised, but it seems to late to effect it. Can we move the wounded to the back of the city?"
"It's your army, even here, General. The troops are at command, not mine."
He turned to one of the mage knights at his side. "Have the commanders deliver these orders. The wounded are to be moved to the east walls of the city. Let the fires burn, but have them tended by all able bodied mages. Have the earth mages fortify the walls with stone. Tell all the water commanding mages to get to high ground and prepare for a massive attack. If we can't defeat the Nylian soldiers, we'll purify the city!" He looked Ezra in the eyes. "Can you summon a water creature?"
"I can summon the Leviathan."
"And that is?"
"The legendary sea dragon. The tides are at it's command, and thus at mine."
"And can you do this in your condition?"
"Now that I have rested, yes. A few hours ago, such a task would have killed me."
"That's good. When the mages see the dragon on their side, it will boost morale. We may have to retreat, but I have that all planned out. If Nyliam takes Dargent, we will retreat to Neyval."
"And the troops from Callendar?"
"They will find the city in Nylian's hand, and I hope they will figure out that we have retreated."
"Why don't you send them a letter?"
"All the Courriers are Windriders in the army. There are no forces to spare. We need every ounce of magic for attack. If we can't retreat fast enough, they are our saving grace."
"Well, as usual, General..."
"Please, call me Salamander, as your father did."
"Salamander, you have a ready mind for anything. My father was right to bestow the honor of Lunar Knight to you."
"Your father would be proud of you as well. Let us prepare for the attack."
And with that, they descended the stairs to the ground level and began to get ready.
Gaxx of the Crags
Gaxx looked out across the plains beyond the Hollow Crags that he calls home. He could just see the town of Parvini in the dim morning light. His eyes eventually slid up to gaze upon the glory of the sky. The sky was his one true love. I could spend hours on end, even days, just gazing into the depths of the sky. He pulled himself away from the sight of his love and retreated into his cave.
This cave had served as his home for many winters and was very well kept. He walked over to far wall and placed both hands upon the stone. Using the magics that ruled his life he let loose a small spark from each finger. A hidden door slowly slid open. Behind the door were Gaxx's most valued items. A storm staff made out of the strongest oak and topped with a orb containing a swirling storm, Tempest. A cloak that mirrored the sky in appearance and continually shift as the real sky does, Weather Guard. Finally his lightning imbued necklace, Zapper.
Gaxx donned his things and went to the fire pit. From the already hot pot he laddled a bowl of mutten.
"Damn this mutten is good," he said to himself.
After his meal he went back out into the open air. He lifted his arms high and using his magic to bend the wind to his liking lift off the ground. He soared up into the clouds and let loose a pimal yell that sounded like thunder. After his morning flight he returned to his home. He took his favorite seat on a boulder not far from the opening of his cave and sat looking at the sky.
He sat there for a long time. A small breeze began to blow from the south.
"Whats that love," he said. He cocked his head as if listening. "What! A war! How is it that I was not told of this earlier?" Again he cocked his head as if to listen for an answer.
"Ah no matter. I could never be angry with you my love. This war that you speak of though sounds interesting. I have been thinking of going out on a little adventure. Do you think I should?" he asked the wind.
The wind seemed to blow a bit harder.
"Then it is settled! I shall go off to see what this fight is about."
Gaxx ran back to his cave and prepared all that he would need to go on an adveture nad within an our he was speeding through the sky to the town of Parvini with a delighted smile on his face.
Oh how Gaxx of the Crags loved to fly
------------------Nascha Khay'Lar
Twilight was upon the hollow crags as Nascha emerged from one of the many tunnels that gave the mountains their name. It had seemed like days since she had last seen proper light, even if it were only the moon and stars. Setting up camp, she lit the fire with apparent ease - with no help of a flint. She had learnt quickly that this power she possessed, known as 'magic', could be a very useful tool.
"Sakim!" she called into the night. Nothing stirred.
The few tribes she had come across in her travels were surprised to learn of her talent and the fact that her tribe had outlawed her because of it. These tribes seemed to think those with her power were most important and deserved the respect and following of the whole community. Though, in her talks with tribal elders and others, stories emerged about the misuse of this power, and how some tribes were brought to civil war because of it. "Many tribes now outlaw the use of magic because they are scared of what may come - they do not want to see the past repeated." One of the tribe’s wise women had told her. She was surprised of the how welcoming many of the tribes were, and how readily their elders would speak to her and teach her. Some had even offered her a place in their community, but her home was with the Lok'miti tribe, whether she was outlawed or not. Some had offered to teach her, but the real place to learn was in Lunis, where magic was life, or so she had heard.
Sakim trotted over to her; innocent prey clamped between his two strong jaws. "There you are Sakim," she smiled gently. "Nice catch," she said removing the corpse from his jaws. Sakim was a well-built creature; most wolves were. Perfect for hunting. Pulling out the knife from her belt, she began to hack through body, dividing it in half. "Here you go Sakim," she said, petting him and giving him his share. "If you want more, you can hunt for it." She skinned her portion and began roasting it in the fire. Soon the smell of cooking meat filled the air, and her stomach grumbled to reinforce the hunger she felt. The meal was eaten in silence, as it had been so often in her travels. She let the coals die down and set up her small tent and blanket roll. Sleep came to her easily - travelling took fair bit out of her. She awoke in the darkness to the familiar howl, it sounded lonely, searching. She sighed and tried to let the sleep roll over her. "Sakim..." she mumbled before her consciousness fell away
OOC: Is this appropriate?
[This message has been edited by Nascha Khay'Lar (edited November 30, 2000).]
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Ezra Al'Teyr
It is quite appropriate, and well written as well. (too many wells in a sentence) Keep up the good work!
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Keimal Detryex
Keimal had been riding nearly nonstop since his departure from his home with the Milios gypsy tribe in the Soulwood forest. His horse panted almost painfully as it drew to a slow gallop.
"Whooahh boy... easy boy..."
The dark brown horse stopped obediantly at its riders command and was relieved at its fortunate break. More relief arrived as the burden of its tall passenger dismounted and walked along side it. Keimal had reached his destination. He was at the ruins which were once the ornate walls bordering Dargent.
"Oh no.... I'm too late, the city has been sacked!!"
Bodies of both Nyliam soldiers and Lunis magi were strewn and littered about in a horrific painting of blood. Keimal had to cover his mouth as he waded through the mutilated deceased. The carnage was indescribable as he entered the city.
The dust was just beginning to settle on the blood soiled ground.
"The battle must have just ended" thought Keimal. "The elder will not like this news at all!!"
The sun had been on the horizon for no more than an hour or two as the nomad gypsy encountered the first survivors.
"Perhaps the battle is over but the war still wages. The Nyliam wouldn't allow any survivors if the scuffle were at an end. There is still hope!!"
As he made his way further into the city, Keimal encountered as to what he could only describe as an individual to be respected. Wearing the ornate robes of a Lunis Official, the figure walked in large strides confering with various members of a war council as they hastily made their plans for defense.
"Exscuse me good sir. I have travelled from afar in regards to the matter of a Nyliam threat. My name is Keimal Detryex of the Milios people."
"Well met Keimal. I am Lunis' Regent, Ezra Al'Teyr. You seem to have arrived at an opportune time to obeserve your Nyliam threat. Over to the West, where the rays of the sun first reach every morn, you may see the militia encampment of the Nyliam invasion force."
"Ezra Al'Teyr? Do pardon my ignorance sir, but I thought you were a myth.. a summoner exists here?"
"As clearly as you see me now young man."
"Good Ezra, my people have sent me here to find the basis for the rumors of a Nyliam invasion and should I have found one, I was to offer my full assistance. Under the circumstances I must say only one thing..."
"And what is that Keimal?"
"How may I be of service to the good people of Lunis?"
OOC: Ezra, you can take it from here...
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Gaxx of the Crags
-Outside the town of Ravini
Gaxx arrived at Ravini without any complications. He landed about 100 meters from the town gates and checked himself to make sure all his belongings were there. They were.
He raised his hands and eyes to the sky once more and shouted, "Thank you my love. Again you have delivered me in safty."
His "ranting" caught the attention of the guard on duty. As Gaxx walked to the gate the guard yekked, "Halt! Who are you and why have you come here?"
"I am Gaxx of the Crags. Bringer of storms and caller of winds! I also cook a mean mutten. I am here because I feel that here is where I should be and not somewhere else at this time.'
The Guard hadn't even heard the last part of Gaxx's speech because he was too taken aback by the fact that Gaxx of the Crags had come to Ravini. "W-w-ww-well please wait here while I inform the captain of the guard," he finally stammered.
"Absolutly. I shall wait for your captain."
In mere moments the captain came funning up to meet the unexpected visitor. "Welcome Great Gaxx of the Crags. I am Captain Mithos and you are surely welcome in our fair town. Perhaps you could tell us why you are here though."
"I am here because the wind has told that a war brews in the south. A war between Lunis and Nyliam. Is this true?"
"As far as we have heard, yes there is a war beginning between Lunis and Nyliam. why are you so interested in this matter."
Gaxx eyed the captian with a bit of trpidition. "My reasons for being interested are just that...MINE! Well maybe they are boyh mine and my love's." He looked up to the skay and said, "Isn't that right my dear? Our interests are ours to decide."
Captian Mithos looked at Gaxx as if he was crazy, but his grandmother had told him stories of the one. One must never tell Gax of the Crags that he is mad, crazy, and most definitly not insane lest they want to incure his mighty wrath. "Ahem. Well is there anything I can do to help you in your interests?"
Gaxx looked at the man and then broke into a smile, "Yes there is one thing you can do. I would like a place to rest this night and I do not want to be disturbed."
"Absolutly. I shall arrange for a room at the in and I will post two guards to make sure you are not disturbed. How does that sound?"
Gaxx cocked his head a bit and listened while the captain waited for his reply. Gaxx suddenly replied, "That sounds like nothing but air, but your offered sounds fair enough. I shall take you up on that."
Off the captian went and a short way behind Gaxx of the Crags followed. 'Oh how I love adventures. I had almost forgotten how much fun they could be,' Gaxx thought to himself.
------------------Gaxx of the Crags
-Town of Ravini-inn
Gaxx awoke the next morning rested and ready for a day of flying and adventure. Ass soon as he was dressed he exited his room and went to the common room to get some breakfast.
He walked up to the bar and said, "I'll have a bowl of mutten."
The innkeeper looked at him and said, "We only have mutten for dinner."
"Only for dinner! How can you survive with mutten only for dinner? Well then fine, just give me whatever you serve."
The innkeeper went to the kitchen and carried out a plate with fried potatoes, smoked sausage, and loaf of honey bread. "Here ye are." Gaxx ate the meal, but was very disappointed that it wasn't mutten.
When Gaxx had finished he stood up and with a wave to the innkeeper walked out the door. The innkeeper ran out after him and yelled, "Hey! You must be insane if you think I am going to let ye walk out without payin' me fer yer room and meal!"
Gaxx stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around and in a low voice asked, "What did you just call me?"
"I said you must be insane if..." but the innkeeper didn't get to finish his thought because Gaxx called upon his one true love and produced a gale force wind that blew the man right through the wall of his establishment.
"No one calls me insane," Gaxx yelled. "I am Gaxx of the Crags! Bringer of storms and caller of winds! And you sir are a fool for not having mutten for breakfast!" Just as Gaxx finished the innkeeper regained his feet, but Gaxx knocked him father into his inn with another powerful gust of wind. Satisfied that the man had been taught a lesson Gaxx turned around and lifted himself into the air to be gone from this place.
Gaxx flew on and on and his anger was finally sated, but only after he had leveled a few trees with mighty bolt of lightning. Now that that unsettling business was behind him though Gaxx felt the thrill of flying to adventure once more.
------------------Ezra Al'Teyr
Yes, any assistance you may offer would be of a great help," Ezra replied to the young Farai,"Perhaps a scouting mission of sorts? I've heard the Melios are particularly stealthily."
"You heard right, Lord Ezra, we are but dust in the wind and shadows in the night," Keimal proudly stated.
Ezra detailed the best method for Kemial to sneak into or near the Nylian camp, and within a few short hours of planning and preperation, the gypsy man had departed, stating he would return with valuble information.
OOC: Cue Kemial
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Enfineous
As the hot noon sun covers the warm ground, a leaf falls from a tree near the window of Ezra's window. His glance is diverted by this leaf and a strange thought crosses his mind. "could could a leaf fall from so hi..." With that, a dove flutters into the room, disturbing his concentration. His a jolt from his chair, the robed mage takes a defensive stance. Realizing it was only a bird, the wise man is thankfull no one was there to see his scared reaction. The bird flutters down and lands on his desk. Puzzled, Ezra steps closer and notices a small piece of paper wrapped to the white birds leg. "This must be a message of the war," he thought. After relieving this dove of the burden of its package he ispects the parcel much closer. It has been sealed with a signet ring unknown to the mage. It is the picture of a tree the resembles a scale. The strange symbol intices his curiosity and he opens the brown paper. It is written in a handwriting not unlike Kal's. This is quite puzzling.
To Ezra,
Please help us we have here for two days and already we have begun to lose hope, we are locked in a small cage and have little to susstain ourselves but water and strange plants that this evil man keeps feeding us. Please give him what he wants!
Fentalian Rublicam and family.
Ahhh, the might wizard has a new task, i am sure this will help the war effort, eh? One more thing to worry about, unless of course you wouldn't mind letting Kal know that you could have saved his family, but didn't. Send me word on this animal of whether or not you will help....thank you and goodnight.
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Gaxx of the Crags
Gaxx flew on and on for many days. He only rested when he needed to. Flying was certainly not boring to him though. To him flying was joining with his one true love in the sacred dance of lovers. In essence Gaxx mad love to the air when he flew. Like a woman to a man the air pleased Gaxx like no other could. Not that Gaxx had tried having a relationship with a woman. He just loved the wind and sky more than any other in the world.
Gaxx followed the Hollow Crags for many miles and finally came upon the city of Teyr. Gaxx landed and entered the city through the main gate. This time no one stopped him from entering. He found an inn and went inside.
"hello there feller. What can I do for you?" the rotund barkeep said.
"I would like a meal of mutten and ale and would like to know of this war that I have heard so much about."
"Well first let me have yer name and see yer coin."
"I am Gaxx of the Crags. Bringer of storms and caller of winds! I also make a mean mutten. I also do not have any need for coin."
The barkeep eyed Gaxx and said, "Well if ye have no coin then ye'll have no mutten."
"Well fine then. Your mutten probably wouldn't meet my high standards anyway. About the war though. Tell nme what ye know."
The Barkeep told Gaxx all that he knew about the war and Gaxx was pleased that he would have to fly to Dargent to see the war. Oh how Gaxx loved to fly. Gaxx gave the man a hardy goodbye and was off to Dargent. As he flew his love told him about the battle that was being waged as he flew. This just made Gaxx all the more excited. He flew on with his love and wondered what wonderful sights he would see in Dargent.
------------------Thinious Delmond
Thinious turns the knob of the Headmaster's door and enters. The smell of old parchment and burning insense rushes to Thinious' nose. He allows a small cough to exit his throat before he speaks.
Thinious: Did you call for me Headmaster?
Before Thinious sits a wrinkled body, who at first glance, seems to be dead. The body rustles about it's piles of paper and decides to lift it's head to acknowledge the voice that addressed him previously. When his head is completely turned up, a beard is discovered. He sees Thinious and his eyes give off a bit off a twinkle, almost as though he were young again, like Thinious. His face then melts back into the accumulation of flesh that it once was. He speaks
Gerian Therius: Yes, Thinious. Please....sit down.
Thinious sits on a an extremly old piece of driftwood, that sort of resembles a chair. A cloud of dust rises and then settles. Thinious release another cough.
Thinious: I hate to be so bold, Headmaster, but why have you summoned me?
Gerian: (With a slight smirk on his withered face) You have never been one to be patient, have you? I remember back when you.....
Gerian's head drops into his stack of papers and searches about for some hidden object.He clasps a poorly bound set of notes and begins scribbling on them. Thinious gives out a sigh and wishes he were out slaying the wicked. Gerian's head rises.
Gerian: (With a knowing expression on his face) Now thats what I like to hear! You want adventure, boy? You want to fight the evil and save the innocent? You to avenge your fathers death and find the true meaning and power behind that staff?
Thinious' head cocks to one side and then straightens. These are thoughts that only he knew. They were private, never spoken to anyone. And somehow, Gerain knew. He never questioned Gerain's power, so he replied as though those things were of no interest to him.
Thinious: Don't all spellcasters want the same? An adventure?
Gerian: Don't hide from those feelings,boy. Embrace them. The reason why I called you in, is because you have yet to find a master to continue your studies under.
Thinious: Right, my apprenticeship....
Gerian: (cutting in) I don't have time for excuses. Go to Dargent and search for an Ezra Al'Teyr and ask for his guidance.
Ezra Al'Teyr! Thinious had only heard of this man in legend. He knew of his power and how amazing he had been in past battles. He was almost certain that Ezra had literally ascended and become a God. Thinious' thoughts shifted. Gerain must think that his power is worthy of Ezra's teaching. A small smirk is formed on his face and then he speaks.
Thinious: Thank you Headmaster! I will not let you or the academy down. Thank you for this assignment. Thank you.
Thinious rushes out of the room to hurry home
Gerian: This little 'adventure' should put that boy right in his place.
Gerain chukles a bit to himself and then begins wheezing do to all the dust that Thinious brought up from his hasten exit.
Gerain: Damn allegies! I wonder why I only get them here?
The door closes to the Headmaster's office and just as another one opens for Thinious as he begins his travels to Dargent.
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-----------------------------------------------------------------Salamander Armada
There was no doubt. As soon as the sun rose over the plains, a volley of arrows came across the walls of Dargent. Salamander raised his sword. "Groundbreakers, raise your arms to the sky! Defend the city as your home!"
The hundreds of earth mages followed his order, bringing up out of the earth a giant curved wall protecting the soldiers and dividing the forces. The Nylians were restrained to the west half of the city, at least for now.
"Flamedancers, turn the fires of the enemy back from whence they came!"
The fires that burned in the city gathered collectively before the semicircle of fire mages. It arced through the sky and crashed down in the middle of the enemy camp. They scrambled in terror. General Terdragon, astride his warhorse, cursed to himself. How could this happen? Was the Nyliam Empire destined to lose this battle? He began to bark orders for a counter attack.
Salamander, astride his own horse, watched from the rear of the army. The water mages had gathered in the towers of the cities east wall. Salamander turned to Ezra. Ezra nodded, ready for the signal.
When holy light pierces the dawn, unleash your torrents to the one who commands the unending ocean... he had told them.
The Nylian soldiers brought forth the siege machines, giant pounding rams. The wall of stone began to crumble. The soldiers swarmed through the cracks and began to attack. Salamander was prepared. He commanded the knights and mage knights to retreat. The Nylians followed.
Now! He fired a blast of light into the sky, and turned on his horse to flee with the rest. Ezra watched him go, and whispered. "Good luck." He faced the Waverunners. Clouds swarmed around the city, choking out the sunlight. Water began to fall from the heavens. Steady rain became a torrential downpour. The city began to fill with water quickly, the power of the rainstorm flooding the streets. That was Ezra's cue.
He raised his hand to the sky and began to contact the one. Leviathan.
The water in the streets began to swirl into a violent tempest. From the center of the whirlpool, an aqua colored snake rose, towering above the city. It rose higher and higher, eventually flying above the clouds.
Salamander pointed his sword at the exhausted Waverunners. "You're done! Get out, good job!" The mages complied.
Ezra began to follow. This battle was in the hands of the sea dragon now.
The clouds just exploded. Rain became a solid mass of water in the sky, churning and threatening to pulverize everything in the city. It slammed into the city, crushing building, saturating was was nailed down and tearing away that which wasn't. The Nylians were pushed back from the city, some drowned or swept away with the tide, others, crushed.
The battle was won. But the cost of the victory, the city of Dargent was lost, along with hundreds of lives that protected it to the end. Salamander and Ezra would not forget the great deeds of the heroic men who died, fighting to save their land from tyranny. Salamander and Ezra weren't the heroes of the battle. Not even Leviathan. It was the ones who died so that others could live, they were the real heroes, Salamander thought as the army headed for Neyval.
------------------God VT
Herm stared at the scene. He saw something he'd never expected to see anything like that in his whole life.
A complete army and a town destroyed by a simple magic attack.
For all his life he had prepared himself for protection against that kind of power, and now he saw what it could do.
He was glad to be on the side of those men, but even more to be protected against that power if some day one of them turned against him. He looked at Ezra.
Herm: Ahh...!!!That was spectacular!
Ezra looked away.
Ezra: Killing is not something we must admire. You should know that, as a Dragoon.
Herm: Well...my vision of things is pretty different.
Ezra: Hmm?(turned back to the Dragoon), explain me.
Herm: I'm sorry, but I don't really want to waste precious time to explain such futile things. I want to give a hand, what are my assignments?
Cue any high ranked man out there.
------------------Thinious Delmond
A quiet,open field. Tall grass being pushed by the gentle breeze. A lone figure sits on the grassy terrain. His hair being caressed by the loving wind and kissed by the afternoon sun.He is obviously in deep concentration.
Thinious: Dad.....? Are you there....?
The wind picks up a bit and Thinious hears a ghostly voice in the distance.
"Son......" the voice speaks.
Thinious: Father! Finally!
Voice: No Son, this is your mother. I know you have been trying so hard to contact him. I have yet to discover his spirit here either.
Thinious: I love you mother! I know our time is short now, but I promise I will reunite you and father!
Mother's voice: I love you Son! Always remember I love you! (voice fades out) I Love.....
A tear is produced from Thinious' once bright eyes. Another falls and another still. Thinious stands tall and wipes the lost memories from his face.
"I want my mother and father back!"
Thinious begins to rise into the air, clutching the staff as if his life depended on it, and begins to soar through the air, toward Dargent. He will grow stronger with Ezra's teachings and he will find his secret nemesis.
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Kalimdor Stromguard
"Emperor! Emperor! The Lunari have destroyed the last remaining men. We've fallen on the Dargent front!" The messenger had burst forth into the Emperor's council chambers not caring if the Emperor was in the middle of anything important. As it turned out, Tiranus was simply talking to his youngest sibling, the young prince Kalimdor Stromguard. Kalimdor did not look pleased at the messenger's interruption, but Tiranus leapt from his seat.
"Calm down. We are not defeated yet. I have already sent men to plague their eastern border. The attacks shall split their forces, and they will never reach theotherside soon enough. The plan is going perfectly, especially now that Dargent has been destroyed."
The messenger stared blankly. "Dargent was destroyed? How do you know that? I only heard of our loss." A confused look crossed the man's face.
Kalimdor quickly spoke out before his brother could react. "Our brother, Edrick, is trained in the sorcerous arts. He informed us. Now, we were speaking privately. Please depart from us." His words were kind, but they seemed tinged with an icy tone. The messenger's face still held confusion, but he departed.
Kalimdor turned on his brother the second the door closed. "You fool! Had he found out about our plan, all could have been lost. You know the war matters nothing! Those men gave their lives for an empty cause. Soon, we will inflitrate Lunis, and find what we are looking for. And Salamander will find a grave sooner than he may expect!"
------------------Salamander Armada
he broken army rested outside of Neyval. The sight of a half defeated army unnerved the citizens of the peaceful city. News of Dargent's destruction had already reached the town. If Callendar fell, they would be next. When it became apparent that their escape was secured, he had a Windrider deliver a letter to Callendar, ordering them to return and defend the city.
No word had come from Helilal or Teyr in the last few days. Salamander was not worried, for the Farai were not on bad terms with Lunis. The border should remain secure. All of the troops from Teyr and half of the troops from Helilal stayed behind. Salamander was careful not to leave the border completely unguarded. Salamander trusted the people of Faria, but still... things happen.
He pulled out the flute and played the sad haunting melody again. Lives were lost because of me. How many men and women did I send to their deaths today? How many people died following my orders? Is there really another way? He read the inscription again. This time, he had no answer...
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Gaxx of the Crags
Gaxx flew over the countryside and and soon crossed a large lake. In the distance he saw the fortress city of Dargent. As he approached he noticed that something didn't seem quite right. He circled the city a couple of times to try to understand what was wrong. He suddenly realized that there was no one in Dargent except for bloated dead bodies.
He landed before the front gate and as his feet touched the ground he noticed that the ground was super saturated with water. This was most definitly the work of water magic. Another thing Gaxx noticed was that everything was deathly still. Not even a small breeze stired the air.
"What is wrong my love?" he quietly aked. "Why is it that you can not find your voice here?" No answer came this unnerved Gaxx greatly. He turned to leave, but almost ran over a fairly tall blonde-haored man with a staff.
The other man was the first to speack. "Are you Ezra Al'Teyr?"
"No," Gaxx yelled. "I am Gaxx of the Crags. Bringer of storms and caller of winds! I also cook a mean mutten. And who might you be?"
"I am Thinious Delmond," the man said proudly. "I am here looking for Ezra Al Teyr so that he may teach me in the ways of magic."
"Well unfortunately there is none here by that name unless you are speacking of one of the many dead." As he finished speaking he waved his hand to show Thinious the dead bodies.
Thinious started to speak, but Gaxx interupted and said, "If ye want to talk then let us be away from this place. I can not speack with my love in this defiled place." With that said the two tried to find a more hospitible place to talk.
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OOC: Cue Thinious...take it away.
Ezra Al'Teyr
Ezra sat within a tent that Salamander had provided for him and Kal. He pondered what his next actions should be, he had already been informed of his release from regency of Dargent, or the ruins thereof. The city would be rebuilt by a council of mages, once the Nylian threat was over. He had sent a letter via the strange note bearing bird to the stranger holding Kal's parents and sibling, stating he would do whatever was neccecary to have them set free. Kal was beside his decision, having not known anything about his parents' abduction.
Ezra rose from a chair that he had been sitting in and began to do menial magical excercizes, ones he had been taught when he was very young, to take his mind off of matters. Kal was outside, sparring with various knights and mage knights, like himself.
He thought of the strange dragoon, with a Balan airship. Dragoons were trained in Farai, he knew, and were some of the best non magical warriors in all of the world. He thought of Kal's parents and the situation in which they had been placed in. Why am I so important? He found himself asking. Why do so many things lately come down to me? He continued his excercizes for some time, not expending much energy at all, and he found himself remembering his past.
His mother, his father, and him, Linerin Gheral, the bane of Ezra's existance, the pit of darkness within his soul. He vowed to himself that as soon as he could, seeing as he was bound no longer to protect any city or part of Lunis, other than himself and Kal, he would continue his hunt for this Shadowseeker. Revenge burned in his heart for more than a moment, and it took several hours of magical and swordmanship practice to get it all out. When the sun began to dip below the horizon, Ezra found himself to be a tired, if not completely exhausted individual, and he somehow felt empty inside. He could not place just why, and he was too tired to think on it for too long. He soon decended back into his chair and into a deep slumber.
Cue: Enfenious, and everybody else who needs me.
------------------Keimal Detryex
OOC: This goes back in the story line by about a day but it comes back to the present.
Upon Ezra's instruction, Keimal found himself swimming effortlessly and quietly through the light chop of the great river that separates Nyliam and Lunis. He waited nearly an hour within the cool waters before he found an opportune time to fully surface and depart the river without being seen or heard by the Nyliam patrols. Keimal functioned as any of his gypsy tribe would have in enemy territory... with great stealth. After ducking in war battered brush and ditch alike, he eventually made his way to an area just outside of the Nyliam command post.
Quieting his mind while hidden in shadow, Keimal overheard word of another Nyliam assault company destined for the eastern borders of Lunis.
"That's puzzling," thought Keimal silently, "the eastern border of Lunis greets the massive oceans of Asheri. How could the Nyliam hope to threaten such a region?"
None the less, such was news worthy of reporting! Besides, time had grown short for someone attempting to remain "invisible" as the sun had left behind the comforts of the horizon and had crested to full dawn. Keimal took this as his cue to make haste out of the Nyliam camps. His decision, however, dawned upon him too late.
"Loose!!!"
The command was imediately hailed with the sound of hundreds of bowstrings releasing their once resident arrows into the new morning's sky. Keimal immediately hit the ground and slithered silently to avoid detection. The next battle for Dargent had begun. He had just reached sight of the shore when he heard shouts and hollars of Nyliam patrolsmen alerted to his presence.
"Over there, don't allow his retreat!"
The platoon expediantly began their pursuit of the gypsy spy. As Keimal ran for the sanctity of the waters he noticed a wall of earth enclose and form a ceiling for Dargents city streets. He had not much time to watch the defense in progress, however, as his pursuers were mounted units and were quickly gaining ground. Their speed advantage mattered naught to Keimal. The runner of the woods had already reached the riverfront and made his dive. With almost impecable timing, the fires which had menaced the city of Dargent, were channeled by the inherent mages and sent spiraling into the midst of Nyliams front most soldiers. Flames burst forth in an awe inspiring site eliminating Keimals followers. The cuncusion resulting of the blast also served to propel his singed personage half across the river before splashing noisily into the now turbulent waters.
Out of nowhere there seemed to have come violent maelstrom, which served to create problems for even Keimals experienced swimming. None the less, he managed to find his way back to Lunis' shores. His timing couldn't have been worse! As he surfaced, nearly out of breath, he noticed a towering water serpent unleashing its wrath directly over Dargent.
The waters came suddenly and without a chance to escape, Keimal found himself envoloped in rushing bouts of water that poured nonstop from Dargents interior. Bodies from the previous battle continually were washed into him as he battled the ensuing rapids. His journey across the river had tired him. As another large volley of water crashed into him, he felt his will slip. He began to wash downstream. Just then, everything went dark...
------------------Keimal Detryex
The waters of the great river ran bloody and were strewn with the bodies of the deceased. Among the dead soldiers, however, came exception. One of the bodies twitched as it washed up on shore. The twitching grew into a shivering motion followed by violent shaking. The body gasped for air as it spewed forth the water once resident in its lungs. Keimal was alive, barely. With his fire damaged clothes and water soaked face, a fire burned within his dark complection. A need which HAD to be fulfilled. The fate of his people could depend on the news that he must deliver!
Shaking and worn for his time, Keimal walked nearly a mile up the river shore to reach a city in ruin. Dargent had indeed fallen in the outcome of the Nyliam invasion. Upon nearing the city, however, Keimal was relieved to see and hear that there was no presence of a Nyliam soldier anywhere. The price to fell the city of Dargent was summed to the entire raiding force. Nyliam's invading army was decimated.
As the gypsy walked the soaked rubble, he found his newly appointed commanding officer. The now past-Regent of Dargent, Ezra Al'Teyr.
"Lord Ezra, I come bearing news.."
Ezra looked in disbelief as he focused on the individual that beckoned him. The lightly burnt, half-drowned hailer was that of the Farai gypsy he had dispatched to learn of Nyliam's plans. Ezra hailed the wandering life weavers to tend to the injured spy. "What news do you bring my resiliant wanderer?"
"Nyliam... they *gasp* they plan to invade yet again.... On the east*gasp* eastern borders of Lunis."
Ezra stepped back in puzzled disbelief. "The eastern border?"
OOC: Cue Ezra and have fun!
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---------------------------------------------------------Thinious Delmond
Thinious traveled with great speed. The fast he soared through the sky, the less he had to think about the loss of his dear parents. As these thoughts raced through his mind he found himself above a small lake. This wasn't Lake Luna...he had just passed that... Thinious' mind began to race with possiblities, until he realized the magical aura that this place had. Next, he noticed the bodies....bloated...clad in armor....Of coarse! THE WAR! He had been shielded from the war due to his schooling. Maybe this is why Gerian sent him here, to help end the war....Thinious' attention is diverted once again by an old man walking about the grounds. Thinious thought it wise to use his Cloak of Shadows spell to temporarily hide his location. The man wandered about muttering to 'his love'. Thinious figured that if a man can love, he cannot be evil. Thinious approaches him.
Thinious: Are you Ezra Al'Teyr?
Man: I am Gaxx of Grags. Bringer of storms and caller of winds! I also cook a mean mutten. And who might you be?
Thinious: I am Thinious Delmond. I am here looking for Ezra Al'Teyr so that he may teach me in the ways of magic.
Gaxx: Well, unfortunately, there is none by that name unless you are speaking of one of the many dead. If ye want to talk let us be away from this place. I cannot speak with my love in this defiled place.
With that, they both rose into the air and attempted to discover where the remaing inhabitants of Dargent were.
Thinious: You spoke of a love...who is it....if you dont mind me asking?
Gaxx: It is not a who, but a what. My love is this sweet wind that guides us now, the gentle whisper of the breeze, and the loving glow of the sky. No woman could ever fill those shoes.
Gaxx gives out an inspiring laugh. This man is truly in love with the sky.
Thinious: Well, I appreciate the breeze just like the next man, but love? Then again who am I to question your ways?
Gaxx: Thats right,boy! Enough of me, you spoke of Ezra, right? Who is this man you search for?
Thinious: A great man indeed! A powerful mage, who must teach me the ways of my magic so I can save the fair land of Lunis!
Gaxx: Aye! I see you have love in your heart to, eh, boy?
Thinious and Gaxx exchange looks. The have found a comoon ground between them, which will make traveling easier. Who knows, maybe Thinios can begin his studies here. Maybe this is indeed Ezra, and it is a grand test he has issued for Thinious. Maybe Thinious is simply glad to have relief from his troubling past. The man looks fair-weathered and interesting to no end. He also possess a strong heart, which is something his father always had and others often noted him for.
The two continue searching until the find a small encampment. Several tents, strewn about and the mark of the Luni army.
Thinious: Tis Ezra
Gaxx: Tis War!
OOC: Go Ezra
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Aeveris
The town walls of Synerin loomed before Aeveris, casting a shadow over his form as the day waned. His nigh naked body shivered in the coldness of the dark. It was getting chilly, but Aeveris knew he could stand it. He always had before. As he neared the gates, two guards halted him. After a short series of questions, they let him pass. In explanation, one guard said to him, "Sorry about that, but with the war it has become mandatory to check all persons entering the city."
Aeveris was taken aback by this. "War? There's a war going on?"
The guard half smiled. "Yeah, kid. Nyliam attacked the Lunari border. War's been declared. Lucky, it's not near us, but we have to check anyway."
Turning and continuing on his way, Aeveris pondered the situation. "A war, and I did not hear. I guess I have become too secluded in the forest as of late. Although, I was busy searching for Her..." His thougts began to stray as he pictured His Love in front of him, holding Her arms out for him to touch. The image quickly faded as he almost ran into an older man.
"Watch where you're going, you kid! You might just walk into a person that might kidnap you, just like those folks that came through here a week ago." The man turned to hide the slight smile on his face.
Aeveris grabbed the man by the shoulders, spinning him around so that they would be facing. "What do you know of Her?" her cried, his impulses taking over. "Tell me now. NOW!"
The old man's worn body mysteriously pushed Aeveris away with ease. "Easy, young one. You'll not find her by shaking me to pieces. Then men you seek took her up the road further. They were heading for Balanum. They are three in number, but do not underestimate them."
Aeveris looked on the old man in disbelief. "And who are you that knows all of this and freely gives me this information?"
The old man smiled. "A friend, boy. Now GO!" The wizened one heaved his arms in the air upon saying "go," and Aeveris was suddenly overcome with the urge to run after his Beloved, even though he was a week behind. The old man turned his back and muttered to himself, "You've got more ahead of you than you may have bargained for, young one. You're lucky you have friends where you don't expect them."
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Ezra Al'Teyr
Ezra, still tired after his early evening nap, turned from Keimal and said somewhat distantly, "I no longer give orders to anyone, I have resigned my position, for it no longer exists," He let out a small sigh, "But I did what I had to, no? If its orders you want go see General Armada, otherwise, I have some business I need tended to, and you might prove a valuble ally in these affairs,"
"I shall consider my elders words and return to you at a later time" Keimal replied.
"May the Light of the Creator be with you," Ezra sighed tiredly.
Keimal was shown to a smaller tent by a guard. It was to be his own, where he was allowed to rest and be alone with his thoughts. Ezra turned back to the west to see two individuals decend from the sky. One of them looked to be Lunari, and the other looked quite grizzeled and perhaps insane, Ezra held his toungue.
"Lord Al'Teyr?" questioned the Lunari man. He was young, but no more than five years younger than Ezra himself. The other man seemed to growl, but Ezra was not completely sure of it.
"Aye, do you be another messenger bearing bad news, or do you bring something... else," He looked to the old, grizzled man.
"My name is Thinious Delmond, a recent graduate of the Crozius Arcanum. I have been sent here by Headmaster Therius, to ask if I may study beneath you," The young Lunari stated clearly. Ezra thought that the boy might have noble blood in him, he certainly acted like he may.
"An apprentice? I've actually never considered it, until now... come, let us discuss things.." Ezra looked to Gaxx, "Uh.. er... would you care to come with us.."
"Gaxx, Gaxx of the Crags. I cook a mean mutton,"
"Well... excellent, will the two of you please accompany me inside?"
The three entered the large tent of Ezra and Kal, and saw Kal polishing Eternity's Heart with a cloth.
"Gaxx, Thinious, this is Lord Kaliam Rublicam"
"Hello, nice to meet the two of you. Please call me Kal, and not Lord Kal either," He shot a look at Ezra and Ezra laughed heartily.
"So you wish to become an apprentice, no, my apprentice. Tell me, why?"
OOC: Cue Thinious
"And you Gaxx, why do you come here and where do you come from?"
OOC: Cue Gaxx
------------------Ezra Al'Teyr
Also, for anyone that wants to see it I posted the pic of Ezra's face in his profile. Hope ya like it! It's my first CG and Avatar Scriptkeeper helped a lot with it, so....
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Thinious Delmond
Lavendar. A truly rare and beautiful color. Thinious was in a sea of Lavendar. Hestared into Ezra's eyes. Thinious' dreams were rapidly coming true. He has found the legend Ezra and is in deliberation for a possible apprenticeship. His heart races.
Thinious: I have arrived to become your apprentice for two reasons. One, I was sent by Headmaster Therius to seek your approval and gain the title of apprentice under you and second, I have always wanted to work with such a great man as you. Did you know that in Fayre they think you have ascended to the heavens as a God?
Ezra: (With a bit of a smile) I wasn't aware that the rumors had reached those heights, but yes I am aware that some find my powers to be worthy of legendary. I, however, regard myself as all Lunari, honorable and humble.
Thinious completely locked in Ezra's stare and words, becomes aware of the silence.
Thinious: Uhh....what.....Right! With that said, good master, am I worthy of your apprenticeship?
Ezra: You are definately well-spoken and have a growing energy about you. It is still very wild, but strong nonetheless. Are you of Royal bold?
Thinious clutches his staff, holding back tears.
Thinious: I am not of Royal blood, from what I know at least. Although, my father was reveard as a great man in Fayre, I am not sure of his official standing as far as nobility is concerned. You see, my father was taking from this world and from my mother. When ever I questioned my mother of him, she would burst into tears. So the subject was never resolved. Only recently did my mother pass. I speak with her sometimes for guidance with my spirit magic, but am unable to reach my father via these methods. The time isn't long with her, but it is quality. More than anything, I want to find the man that took my father and avenge his death.
Ezra: I am sorry to hear of both of your losses. You are filled with an unquenchable fire. I like that. I will help you strengthen your magics, and with that, strengthen your soul. What you do with these magics....that will be your own personal choice.
Thinious raises his head. Ezra knew his pain. Better than anyone. He knew that the rage wasn't rage at all....it was trapped energy and that if he ever found the assailant, he would know what to do. Thinious wanted to hug Ezra and cry on his shoulder, but he knew he couldn't. He knew this was his first step into true manhood.
[This message has been edited by Thinious Delmond (edited November 30, 2000).]
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Enfinious laughs at the great news that has been set before him. How stupid this man must be to give me anything i want...would it not have crossed his mind that i might want him dead perhaps? What a foolish mage. As these thoughts ramble on inside his mind, he tosses a loaf of bread to the hungry family. The old man quickly grabs it and divides it into three peices. The family eats it hungrily. The brown cloaked man moves again toward the outlook and decides he must send yet another letter, no wait two more letters. His time shall come. But what exactly does it all mean?
As the pampered young man sits at his desk, a guard brings in a piece of parchment that has been well worn. A green waxing seal has kept the paper shut.
Prince Stromguard?
"Yes?"
"You said if anything strange happened, you should be notifies before the emperor?"
"What is your point?"
"Well sir, this came to one of the wall guards sir, it appears to a message?"
"Of course it is a message, how dense do you believe me to be? Do you think that I am not capable of noticing that a piece of paper is a note?"
"Well sir, i oly..."
"Leave"
"Yes Sir."
With that the ashamed young man moves without a sound out of the room. The princes bad temper is know well throughout the kingdom and the young man is lucky to have kept his rank, or even more importantly, his head. The prince opened the package, sealed with a tree in the shape of a scale.
To the Emperor of Nyliam,
Well I assume that it is you Kalimdor that is reading my message? Wouldn't let the control slip too far from your hands eh? Well I have great news for you! I know you don't know who i am, but lets just say, I am on your side. I have valuble information regaurding the war effort. I have also taken captive someone very close to the former Regent of dargent. These might be useful to you....but at what cost? It is up to you...if you will trade for what i want, then we have a deal, if not....we part here.
Till I hear word from you....Godspeed
Enfinious of the Wood
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Enfineous
The not unexpected sound of fluttering wings interrupts Ezra's contemplation. This time it is a crow, not a dove that bring him news.
Dearest Ezra, I apologize for the harsh actions I have taken to get your attention, but it was the only was i thought a man of my stature could acheive such a task. This is the reason I need your assistance. I need to contact the spirt of an old man by the name of Tulouse Delgriad. He was once thought to be one of the original Archangels. This however must be strictly rumor, though it does show you how powerful this man was. Well this man was an old anscestor of my mother and my family line tells of an artifact hidden by him and meant for me. I seek it out. When you contact the spirit, tell him it is for Enfinious. He will know, for it has been prophesized be he himself that I would come. Then you will send word to me of where it is located and then once I have what I need, you will get back the prisoners. Agreed?
Enfinious of the Wood
With that, the blonde man thinka while about this new proposal.
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Thinious Delmond
A large crow flies into the tent with a piece of parchment tied to the leg. Ezra's attention is shifted from Thinious to the bird.
Ezra: Excuse me, wont you? (He takes the message and exits the tent)
Thinious wonders of the bird and of his new master. What will be his next move? Which will ultimately be Thinious' next move. He grows more excited. The young mage feels a true adventure unfolding. What next for the boy?
OOC: Ezra, Guide Thinious well
[This message has been edited by Thinious Delmond (edited November 30, 2000).]
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Carlanus Silverfinger
quote:
Originally posted by Carlanus Silverfinger:
And so, a new character appears to all.As he gathered his equipment together, Carlanus' parents and sister sat close to him. They knew that the time had come for their son to venture out on his own. He would soon begin his travels around the world and learn many things.
"Well, mom, dad, Scyla, I think I'm about ready," said Carlanus. His mother looked at him with teary eyes, "I can't believe you're finally leaving us," she sobbed, "it seems like only yesterday you were walking the streets with your father. Now look at you, you're all grown up and ready for the real world." There are many dangers out there, son," spoke his father, "do you think you're truly ready for it."
"I have been ready for a long time," replied Carlanus. "Don't forget about me while you're out there, " said his sister Scyla. "Maybe someday mom and dad will let me travel with you, but for now they want me to continue my studies of magic." "You know I don't like magic that much, but you're my sister and I know you'll do a good job," replied Carlanus.
He continued to pack the last few things into his backpack: his sketch books and pencils. "You'll be fine without me, and I'll check in on all of you from time to time," spoke Carlanus. "I think I have everything, I think I'm ready." "Not just yet," interrupted his father, "you need a few more things. Come with me"
Carlanus followed his father into their basement as his father hit a lever, one of the walls lifted up. "You will need some equipment on your journeys. I want you to have my old musket, it hasn't been used for awhile, but it can still pack a punch." "I couldn't dad, that was your first," said Carlanus. "I insist," replied his father. (The gun was made of would and gold polished steel. The barrel opening was in the form of a dragon's open mouth.) "This musket represents strength and freedom, and I now pass it on to you as it was passed on to me. It was one of the first made. None of the muskets made nowadays are nearly as strong or as accurate as the originals. There were only 7 made like this, and they each bear the semblance of a creature of great power. A legend says that they each bear a greater power but that it must be unlocked (OOC I leave this to the avatars to play with, I myself have ideas, but I will check first)."
"I also want you to have the armor that we made. It fits on your body like a frame, but when you press this button the spring locks release the armor pieces into place to cover your body. This helmet should fare nicely for you as well. It has a crosshair within the visor that may help your aim should you need it. Don't forget your crossbow and staff upstairs."
Carlanus donned the equipment his father had given him and they both headed back upstairs. "Well," said his father, "you had better get going." "I suppose I should," replied Carlanus. "I love all of you. Take care of yourselves."
Carlanus embraced each of his family members and headed out the front door, looking back only long enough to wave goodbye.
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Carlanus Silverfinger
As Carlanus began to walk into the sunset he heard a voice yell at him from behind. When he turned, he saw his father.
"I almost forgot to give you this," said his father as he handed Carlanus a couple pouches and a scroll. "You may need some money on the way, so these bags have enough to last you at least a little while. Also this scroll is a letter of credit. Our family name is well known and trusted. Should you need some supplies or anything in the larger cities show them this and they should trust it."
"I won't keep you any longer, Carlanus, now go my son, and always remember us no matter where you go. Don't forget to stop by once and awhile. Our door is always open to you. Visit your sister as well, she'll be training at the magic academy. Farewell Carlanus."
"Farewell father," replied Carlanus. And he walked on in to the sunset.
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Gripes. Dis is befoundeled elry. Whyist is it dat we’s get stuck under de stars every elnannied day? I be-bet that we’ll be endin up here same time tomorrow. Mark me words Stankel.”
Stankel and Riley stood side by side at the bow, smelling the salt while trying to make the hours fly by. Most evenings, Riley could get Stankel worked up over next to nothing, but this evening, Stanley was all business. Of course, Stanley was an experienced mariner, and Riley was not. He could sense things, feel the Great Sea, and he knew that this eve was not to be taken lightly. All in all, the two were very much alike, both entirely seaworthy, both capable workers, and both el-mouthed as any a sailor could hope to be. But, unlike Stankel, Riley lacked certain essential elements of common sense, and Stankel knew that, someday, the lack of such merits would cost his companion dearly.
It was dark indeed. The stars shone above; their soft light was never enough to illuminate the darkened plain that was the Sea. It was all Stankel could do to see the waves below. Salt, stars, and the Sea: that was what Stankel truly lived for. Secretly, he loved his post. It was beauty primordial, and it was his own. He made it a habit, however, to grumble and complain each evening he was assigned the midnight watch. The least he could do was humor his shipmates. That way, they could laugh at his misfortune, and, in turn, he could laugh at their stupidity. He looked ahead, acting as if he could see things that Riley could not. The two made an excellent pair, each able to push the other’s buttons with skill and tact. Together they scouted the Sea amidst the darkness, four eyes for a mighty vessel.
Trokkard Bhulenpazzen awoke. He breathed deeply. His dream wench was just about to get frisky. It was a shame that she would now never have a chance to see him in all his “glory.” Oh well, he thought. He sat up, challenging the bedboard to hold his girth. Once again, it begrudgingly played the part of the dutiful servant. He squirmed, then let out a tyrannical howl. He knew why he had awakened, but he did not yet feel motivated enough to take action. For the moment, he would be content to scream his rage. The ship was astray. He hoped he had not sailed too far off course, but, although he tried to ignore his intuition, he knew he had. With painstaking effort and force of will, he got to his feet. Reaching toward the nightstand, he found his dentures and placed them securely within his mouth. He could taste yesterday’s bad breath and almost gagged. Funny that such a man found himself retching upon his own refuse. Without candle, he made his way to a beautiful, gigantic chest at the foot of his bed. He needed no flame; his broken eye worked well at night. The chest was jeweled and inlaid with mother of pearl. The wood was red, stained with hoary, earthen pigments. A small, golden plaque was mounted atop the massive lid. It read, ‘To Admiral Trokkard Bhulenpazzen, Admiral Overseer of Balanum.’
He took from within the depths of the chest his blade and thought of retrieving the Grinder as well, but reconsidered, knowing that one arm would be more than sufficient…
“Jut yer gib for once Riley. Can’t ya sit wit’out makin any noise? Ya louder dan a harpie and ten times uglier, I imagine. I got a mind to really whonker you upside dat useless brainpan of yourz. Yeesh.”
“You da one who gets me going Stank. Don’t go blamin me just cuz you don’t like da midnight watch. You da wenchknocker who’s always got a thorn up yer arse. Not me.”
“Damn it! You el…”
The cabin door opened, and there was Bhulenpazzen. The two men quickly turned their backs to the stern and their eyes to the Sea. Stankel silently thanked the Balanian shipwrights for making such a gigantic vessel. Most of the time, he cursed if he had to relay a message to Timmerman atop the cabin, but at the moment, he was more than happy to have the distance.
“Whatsa da Cap’in doin ya think Stankel? He’s ne’er out at night, huh? Think heez finally gone fishy after all deeze years, he, he!?”
“Shuter now, and dat’s dat. Not anothur word. Ya do yerself some good. Som’pin’s up. Cap’in’s wit-out his arm. That’s no good. He ain’t got his Red n’ Blue either.”
“Think he noticed?”
“Damn right he did. Tim’s not gonna take da flak fer us dis time. Ye keep yer trap shut and let me do the talkin. Ya hear?”
Hours ago, Stankel finally caught on and noticed that Timmerman was off course. That’s what he got for courting the stars. They were like ladies, always willing to lead an honest man astray. He had Riley send word to Timmerman as soon as he had discovered his error, but he knew that the morning sky would come before he once again stayed the Captain’s course. Now it looked as if the Cap’in was up and about. He wished that he was wearing the Grinder. That was always a good sign. Stankel imagined that he could hear the Cap’in’s first steps as he left Timmerman’s side. He imagined hearing the cabin door close. He imagined hearing himself heave a thankful sigh of relief…but, the Captain, Trokkard Bhulenpazzen, was upon them.
Trokkard Spoke quietly, as if still sleepy and not yet awake. “So, ye got yerselves mixed up it seems. Howz that happen when I got me two best men sniffin the seas for me whilst I get some shuteye? Come on, dat can’t be. Riley and Stankel lost? Impossible. Tell me that can’t be me boys.”
“Actually Cap’in,” said Riley, “looks like de sky maidens did us in for the evening. Dem tricksy wenches. First, ya lookat em, den ya wanna marry em, den ya get so lost in der promises dat ya jist can’t tell what from what. Seems as if-“
“Stankel, yer boy here, is he in love wit the stars or som’thin? Seen him blowin any kisses? Weren’t ya payin attention too?”
“No sir. Regrets be wit me, I wasn’t like I shoulda been. I was watchin da stars too. But I got mesmerized as well. I-“
Naw, Cap’in, Stankel jist taken the blame fer me. I was getting his goat, and I was distracten him. Really, the mess of the evening is mine. It’s my fault.”
“Well den, looks like we got it all a fixed den. Good good. Twas Riley’s-“
The blade was drawn and eagerly nuzzled deep within Riley’s side.
“-fault. Things’ll be underway by mornin, dontya think me old comrade Stankel? Why don’cha set sails fer Nyliam while yer at it. I imagine we’ll have no reason to go to Dargent by da time we get there. And why don’cha also get someone to start swabbin the decks with dis here fine lad’s blood? Nite now.”
Stankel looked at Riley’s guts. ‘Sad thing,’ he thought, ‘but he should have shut his trap. Riley always had lacked common sense, and it had, indeed, cost him dearly.’
Gaxx of the Crags
*in Ezra's tent with Thinious and Ezra*
"As I said before my name is Gaxx of the Crags. Bringer of storms and caller of winds! I also make a mean mutten. I am from the land of Farai. I make my home in the Hollow Crags. I heard about your little war from my one true love. She said it would be good for me to go on an adventure. So now I am here to find adventure."
Ezra looked at Gaxx suspiciously and said, "Who is this one true love of yours?"
"My love is the sky, the wind, and the air. She is the only one who can fill the lonely void in my heart. She never leaves my side," Gaxx said as he stared off into the distance.
Ezra noticed the wistful look and snaped Gaxx out of it with a tap on the shoulder. "So you are a mage of the air then?" Ezra asked.
"I am one with my lover."
"Well yes. I believe you shall be needed in the coming war. Peharps you could stay here and help us?"
"I will stay."
"Great, we can always use the help."
With that Ezra ledGaxx to a tent where he could rest and rest Gaxx did.
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Cue: Ezra or Thinious
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Ezra Al'Teyr
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