A Kingdom's Fate (Rp): Ended.
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Ra'ive was far behind the rest of the party when he noticed Ellondra halt and a man approach her. Ra'ive, ever paranoid halted his horse twenty meters away and observed the men, noting that they all bore the crests of various Calemdarian cities.
This put him at ease slightly but he was still happy that there was a good distance between him and them if anything where to go wrong.
This put him at ease slightly but he was still happy that there was a good distance between him and them if anything where to go wrong.
The man up front saluted and the rest of the men saluted all at once as well.
There was a light crackle between armor and weapons as they moved so quickly followed by silence.
"I am Commander Laren, and these are the 2nd, 5th and 9th divisions from all over Calemdar. We come in search of a Half-Bound that was last seen in Riverbank"
The commander looked over the group and noticed no-one by the describtion.
"We have word describing him as very old, white hair and white robes. Our last lead tells us he traveled to Swaere"
The commander looked at his men and shook his head.
Three men at front whispered something between themselves and then the commander spoke once more:
"We have reason to believe that he is capable of magic not seen before, and we think that he is a Half-Bound, more powerful than any other. It is of most importance that we find him, and King Herald has issued all guard divisions to search for him.
Have you seen who we talk about or heard word from Swaere regarding this man?"
There was a light crackle between armor and weapons as they moved so quickly followed by silence.
"I am Commander Laren, and these are the 2nd, 5th and 9th divisions from all over Calemdar. We come in search of a Half-Bound that was last seen in Riverbank"
The commander looked over the group and noticed no-one by the describtion.
"We have word describing him as very old, white hair and white robes. Our last lead tells us he traveled to Swaere"
The commander looked at his men and shook his head.
Three men at front whispered something between themselves and then the commander spoke once more:
"We have reason to believe that he is capable of magic not seen before, and we think that he is a Half-Bound, more powerful than any other. It is of most importance that we find him, and King Herald has issued all guard divisions to search for him.
Have you seen who we talk about or heard word from Swaere regarding this man?"
Skaar nudged the heels of his sabatons against the horses flank, urging it forward at a slow trot till it came to a stop next to the sergeant. Keeping his composure calm and non-threatening, he nodded at the Captain
"We have seen the one you seek. He approached us in Swaere... used his magicks to cause an earthquake in the town square. He said he would be coming here, to the outskirts..."
Skaar felt no guilt as he said this; any half-bound stupid enough to reveal themselves with as brazen a public display as that one did not deserve to live.
"We have seen the one you seek. He approached us in Swaere... used his magicks to cause an earthquake in the town square. He said he would be coming here, to the outskirts..."
Skaar felt no guilt as he said this; any half-bound stupid enough to reveal themselves with as brazen a public display as that one did not deserve to live.
Could we try and keep this at a slow pace? I'm about to switch classes, and I have a double-period of Geometry next... that's 90 minutes of no-computer time.
Dragon is an Ancient like I said. But Ancients, not being heard of in over 500 years except rumors, means that everyone thinks that he is simply a Half-Bound.
The commander nodded at Skaar with a look on his face of disapproval, and waved his hand forward.
"Come men! This fiend poses a threat to the people of Swaere, let us be rid of it!!"
And with that, the commander and his men rode as fast as they could toward the city of Swaere.
The clatter of their horses creating a rumble and the guards at Swaere snapped to attention.
A crowd gathered at the west gates of Swaere as the divisions started their search of the city, finding no-one.
The group however, was left with the great forestline and all of it's dangers to rattle.
On the northern horizon, the clouds turned dark and some even black, and far-away thunder could be faintly heard, snapping to the earth.
The weather was great and the sun was intoxicating, mixed with the eroma of fresh flowers and wet dirt that made up the marvelous country air that they breathed.
Evela had been slowley tagging the group for their journey into the forest. He was under the impression the would wait for him and he could ask them again if he could join. The problem is, he didnt have a horse, so traveled on foot.
He lost track of them half way through, but decided to keep heading in ther general direction. It was sheer luck that he found them just as the group of men rode past, angry about something.
He walks into the clearing, And in a nice and cheery tone he says, "Hello all again, your lucky i found this place. I thought it would be closer to the town than this. Anyway, ive come to ask you if i can join again."
<spoiler=OOC>Bah, terrible timing, i need me some sleep... I tried, but its 1 am, i need some sleep
Goodnight
He lost track of them half way through, but decided to keep heading in ther general direction. It was sheer luck that he found them just as the group of men rode past, angry about something.
He walks into the clearing, And in a nice and cheery tone he says, "Hello all again, your lucky i found this place. I thought it would be closer to the town than this. Anyway, ive come to ask you if i can join again."
<spoiler=OOC>Bah, terrible timing, i need me some sleep... I tried, but its 1 am, i need some sleep
Goodnight
The situation has been resolved quicker than I thought it would have been, so I'm free to post again.
Huzzah.
I'll try to cover some of what I missed in this post, and possibly find a good explanation to why Warees has been so damn quiet.
Huzzah.
I'll try to cover some of what I missed in this post, and possibly find a good explanation to why Warees has been so damn quiet.
The Professional rode atop his horse, Yekkora, a powerful white stallion he had stolen a few days prior to meeting this group. It was an unusually muscular horse, breed for strength rather than speed; most likely intended to pull wagons or something along lines, Warees hadn't a clue. Yekkora let out a variety of grunts as it moved its form forward, holding up the berserker atop of it with little effort.
Strangely, Warees wasn't making nearly as much noise as the horse, far too focused on the pictures he was doodling in his journal to even mutter swears under his breath. He wasn't really sure what he was exactly trying to draw, though he was certain that he wasn't coming close to his undefined vision as he would like to have, balling up the failed sketches and tossing them away, with more than a few thrown in Skaar's general direction. He sighed after the tenth failed attempt and pulled an emergency bottle of ale from his bag, and started jugging it down, only stopping once the man in white emerged from the forest.
"Hello all again, you're lucky I found this place. I thought it would be closer to the town than this. Anyway, I've come to ask you if I can join again."
Warees said nothing, and simply continued downing the bottle of ale, not showing any further attention to the man who had approached. Letting the others handle it was a better solution, he reasoned, he wasn't really sure how to react to the man who had caused a damn earthquake anyway.
"Be wary of traveling with us, sorcerer--I've a hunch a few of our number are keen to kill you while you sleep." And Ellondra, while not among them, certainly wouldn't lift a hand to stop it. The nerve of the man, or whatever he was, to seek companionship with warriors of the King while being hunted by the same... It gave her no small measure of unease. "We ride to Herelden, and I suggest you do not follow. Their military is seeking you out."
She turned to the others. "Let's continue."
She turned to the others. "Let's continue."
"Wait." He yelled at them, this time prefering not to make the ground rise up, or he might be hurt for real this time. "I can help you!"
He runs over looking at Vik'nar, noticing his many bandages and obviously broken arm, "Yes, see, i can heal those wounds!" He runs over and asks to him, "May I?"
He runs over looking at Vik'nar, noticing his many bandages and obviously broken arm, "Yes, see, i can heal those wounds!" He runs over and asks to him, "May I?"
Vik'nar sighs. "Fine if you so feel the desire to "help", but the Sever have not been blessed by Gyia in over 800 years. I somehow doubt she'll look favorably on me now."
"I give no guarantee that I'll protect you from those who seek you either. We must return quickly to Herelden, and we do not have the time to sort that out. But I promise to let the King know you assisted his agents."
What's the worst that could happen...
"If you hex me monk, not even the chains of the afterlife will keep my blade from your heart."
"I give no guarantee that I'll protect you from those who seek you either. We must return quickly to Herelden, and we do not have the time to sort that out. But I promise to let the King know you assisted his agents."
What's the worst that could happen...
"If you hex me monk, not even the chains of the afterlife will keep my blade from your heart."
Landon watched the stranger carefully. He didn't know what tricks he had up his sleeves, but he wasn't going to let him harm his companions. He knew they were most likely very capable to protect themselves, but he felt like he had to protect them. After all, he was a Protector.
"I agree, let us continue." he said to Ellondra. He was ready to continue when the others were.
"I agree, let us continue." he said to Ellondra. He was ready to continue when the others were.
"You dont need the blessing from Gyia, I work for Gyia. Whatever i do and say is the will of Gyia. And i want you healed." Evela states to Vik'nar. He places his hand over Vik'nar and uses a small chant, befor saying "Heal".
A light green mist comes out from Evela's hands, going right into his arm and through his skin. "That should do it, your arm should be good as new, sometimes its even stronger."
A light green mist comes out from Evela's hands, going right into his arm and through his skin. "That should do it, your arm should be good as new, sometimes its even stronger."
Carefully, maybe even a bit fearfully, Vik'nar unwraps the splint and attempts to flex his arm.
The muscles groan and ache in complaint after nearly 3 days of misuse, but movement had returned to an injury that would likely have taken months to heal. He was somewhat gladden though that the monk hadn't healed the bruises, it somehow would have felt wrong to let Ra'ive and Ellondra's work have gone to naught so soon.
Thinking for a second, before turning to address the rest of the group. "What if we were to take this man into our custody. The King warned us of spies in his ranks and this man knows more about us now than I would rather see leaked. He get's his audience before the King under our watchful eyes and blades and we ensure our secrecy remains."
The muscles groan and ache in complaint after nearly 3 days of misuse, but movement had returned to an injury that would likely have taken months to heal. He was somewhat gladden though that the monk hadn't healed the bruises, it somehow would have felt wrong to let Ra'ive and Ellondra's work have gone to naught so soon.
Thinking for a second, before turning to address the rest of the group. "What if we were to take this man into our custody. The King warned us of spies in his ranks and this man knows more about us now than I would rather see leaked. He get's his audience before the King under our watchful eyes and blades and we ensure our secrecy remains."
Though the repair of Vik'nar's arm was fortuitous, no amount of miracle healing could dissuade her of the fear and distrust that had been bred into her regarding the use of magic. Ellondra gazed upon Evela with suspicion. "He's a danger. How can we account for a man who controls the earth at his whim? We have a difficult enough time dealing with that one." she said, jerking her head toward Skaar. She looked at the Sever-Elf and, seeing he was serious, pursed her lips. "...Whatever the others decide, then."
But if anything happens, I'll hold you personally responsible.
But if anything happens, I'll hold you personally responsible.
"I dont use it much. Prefer to not hurt people." He takes a few steps back to watch Vik'nar amazed at his arm being movable.
"Im less likely to kill someone than the Half-Bounds, im still a few hunder years off being anywhere near close to a half bound." He looks around the group, "Please take me with you. I can heal and protect you all. As well as use some powerfull spells."
"Im less likely to kill someone than the Half-Bounds, im still a few hunder years off being anywhere near close to a half bound." He looks around the group, "Please take me with you. I can heal and protect you all. As well as use some powerfull spells."
"We could use someone that is able to heal. Besides, I will be keeping a close eye on him for you if you so wish. But it is your decision, not mine. I do not think I've been with the group long enough to make any kind of decisions." Landon said.
He looked at the others, waiting for their reply.
He looked at the others, waiting for their reply.
"We have no need of you, heretic. The Gryphon is slain. The deed is done. If you had wished to help, then you are far too late" Skaar growled, his steed whinnying fearfully as the Death Knight urged it onwards through the glade. The creature's very existence infuriated him; a half-bound, claiming to be a blessed of Gyia? Heresy! All such as him were cast from the Godesses light, abominations in her eyes. Most sought refuge in madness; he sought redemption through the blood-toll, and the justice of the grave. To hear and see one such as him waltzing about so idiotically, claiming favorship with the Goddess and using it's unholy, outlawed powers in the middle of the FUCKING town? And then expecting itself to be allowed to accompany them, when an entire REGIMENT of the King's own personnal Guard were after it?
He'd put down quite a few crazed half-bounds in his time, but this one took the fucking cake.
"You seek asylum with us, yet the King's own guard chase you as we speak. Allowing you to accompany us would be providing harborage to a criminal; that is a Sin. Not to mention that the king wouldn't look kindly upon us if we did bring you to him... or perhaps he would, if you were brought as a prisoner."
Skaar clenched an armored fist, the interlocking plates of his glove letting out a loud popping noise. "I deffer to the Sergeants decision... but I am against this."
He'd put down quite a few crazed half-bounds in his time, but this one took the fucking cake.
"You seek asylum with us, yet the King's own guard chase you as we speak. Allowing you to accompany us would be providing harborage to a criminal; that is a Sin. Not to mention that the king wouldn't look kindly upon us if we did bring you to him... or perhaps he would, if you were brought as a prisoner."
Skaar clenched an armored fist, the interlocking plates of his glove letting out a loud popping noise. "I deffer to the Sergeants decision... but I am against this."
"I am assuming the king is smart enough not to make a group such as yourselves and send them on one mission." Evela says plainly. He looks back in the direction that the group of soldiers took down there. "Oh, thats where I remember them from. I fought them once. I caged them in earth for an hour so I could escape, I hurt no-one. Why are they still after me?"
"They're probably still after you because you put 'em in a goddamn cage, you fuckin' imbecile." Warees spoke up, trying (and failing) to convey his thoughts in the least offensive way possible. "Ya' see, people tend to react poorly when you try and trap 'em, and more often than not will try to trap you later on. Killing the lot is the only way to solve the problem, it ends the cycle and whatnot."
Warees wasn't going to get involved in the argument whether or not the man should be allowed stay, and simply tried to keep a conversation going long enough for the others to come to some sort of conclusion. "Furthermore, I think you're taking this Gyia bullshit a little bit too far, mate. She doesn't give a flyin' fuck about you, if she did there woudln't be so many fuckers huntin' ya' down!"
Warees wasn't going to get involved in the argument whether or not the man should be allowed stay, and simply tried to keep a conversation going long enough for the others to come to some sort of conclusion. "Furthermore, I think you're taking this Gyia bullshit a little bit too far, mate. She doesn't give a flyin' fuck about you, if she did there woudln't be so many fuckers huntin' ya' down!"