Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Oct 19, 2010 14:14:35 GMT -6
"Sounds like a plan," Morgoth said. He had been silently studding their reactions. "I will once again I will have to stay behind for about a day." There was some noise from the direction of the road.
Hope that wasn't Rayl, Morgoth thought. Oh who am I kidding. If It's him I'll have deal with it. There's no sense in wishing for him not to be here. If he is, then I'll cross that bridge when I get there. He probably won't even remember me.
"So, shall we go see what the ruckus is all about?" Morgoth asked as Gabriel was tackled by a dog. I need to practice with my tome.
OoC: Tis a sad post, but sadly my father won't let me on for having 'C' s in school. (he's never cared before).
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Sheala
The "Before" years
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Post by Sheala on Oct 19, 2010 15:42:33 GMT -6
Sheala stayed alert for a while, the men continued to converse. Hoping this wouldn't cause too much trouble, she decided to follow Morgoth, to whomever this "Rayl" was. Her hand on her blade, she dashed to her left, running quickly through the alleyways and up on top of a building. Smirking she looked around from her high point.
Slowly, but surely, Morgoth was indeed making his way out of the city. Sheala followed sneakily, doing her best to keep up. As one building ended, another came into view. The myrmidon was forced to leap, nearly missing. Managing to grab on with on hand, she pulled herself up, scouting for the man again.
[glow=red,2,300]There.[/glow]
Jumping off the building, Sheala did her best to follow Morgoth, sneakily at that. She eventually made her way into a ranch, her eyes darting around. There was indefinitely food here, time to make friends with whomever owned this place...
She appeared by Morgoth a moment later, smiling. "So, where are we?" she asks energetically, eying what looked to be a mage, by the way he dressed.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Oct 20, 2010 8:23:03 GMT -6
Gwen smiled at Rayl and started towards the ranch. She had no intention of trying to find a room at the estate, with all those other soldiers there. Not that she felt she was above them, but the idea of sleeping in a place with dozens of men and no other women didn't really appeal to her. Plus, at the ranch she could spend more time with Rayl. After a little bit, the ranch came into view. Having no idea if anyone was actually around, she simply let herself in through the back. She peaked her head in a few different rooms before finding the one that Rayl slept in. Placing her armor and weapon down next to the door, she looked around it slowly. It seemed to be a really simple place, and she liked it. She felt the bed and noticed how soft it felt. Grinning slightly, she laid down on it. It was a really nice bed. While she had only intended to test it out, she realized how tired she was. She was asleep before she knew it.
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 1, 2010 22:54:22 GMT -6
After finally getting Dakota off himself, Gabriel noticed that the dog was running in circles and sometimes pointing towards the entrance of the ranch. Soon after, men on horses started coming as if out of nowhere and leaving their mounts at the (rather ample) stable.
He approached one of the men, seeking answers. "Halt, please!" he shouted as he got closer to the still mounted knight. "Who are you, and what are you doing at Sir Rayl's ranch?"
"We are a group of knights from Araphen. Sir Rayl led us here after stopping an Etrurian attack on that city."
That city...? Who calls their hometown 'That city'? Those horses...that accent...they don't seem to be from Lycia.
"Where are you from, soldier?" Gabriel asked, giving a cold stare at the man. Gabriel was shorter and younger than the knight. And of course, he wasn't covered in any armor. But he had to know.
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Post by Mernatel Cinderfelt on Nov 2, 2010 6:51:49 GMT -6
Morgoth had told Mernatel to stay where he was so he simply didn't move. He stood at attention waiting for orders. He wondered if the orders were ment for him or the Lunatic. As the Mages began to move so did Mernatel. But he remembered his orders and remained still. He stood still even as his canteen was bumped by something. After a few minutes curiousity forced his hand and he pulled out a small letter.
Dear Warrior, You have been selected as a recruit for the Syndicate. you are headed to Nabata some time soon you may not know when but it will happen. While there we will contact you. All will be explained when you arrive. Do not run from us Warrior. You cannot run from fate.
May the Rain Bring Beauty Grey
P.S. Your cousin is already on his way.
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
Sacae Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 2
Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on Nov 5, 2010 22:27:10 GMT -6
It took a vaguely familiar voice to draw Aaron out of the maze of his thoughts. Looking around, he nearly pulled a double take on seeing that girl from the alleyway earlier. The thief! If he'd learned her name in the brief space of time before, he couldn't remember it now.
Resisting the urge to check his belongings, he dismounted from his grey horse, and prepared to lead it along. Morgoth, too, looked lost in thought, so the green-haired mage went ahead and answered her question, making as if to follow Gabriel (who seemed to be the only one of them with any drive to actually do something at the time.)
"Sir Rayl's property. Somewhat outside of the city of Pherae proper." Aaron sighed inwardly to himself. Having someone who resorted to stealing, even if it was out of desperation as she claimed could potentially get the entire group in trouble, but it was clear that they weren't going to lose her simply by walking away.
"Did I get your name before? If your going to be following along, I'd prefer to have another name for you then 'hey you', or 'girl'.... My name is Aaron."
Gabriel's conversation with the soldiers caught Aaron's attention, though he didn't catch as many oddities as the other mage did. How was he to know that the accent he was hearing was that of Etruria, and not of Araphen?
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Post by Rayl Torien on Nov 6, 2010 19:12:20 GMT -6
OOC: What's this? I've finally finished after a month or so?! I'd have posted yesterday, but I took a bad fall on my leg and just wanted to lay down and sleep. :/
IC: With Guinevere gone and the gates open, Rayl rode inside, already choosing his words to speak to the marquess with. he had last sent word at Araphen, explaining what had happened, and no doubt his lord would have questions. Riding up to the door to the throne room, he was let inside after dismounting, leading Elibe close behind as he waited patiently for The Marquess' business with another knight, something about border patrol, to be done.
However upon sight of the Paladin, the man upon the throne dismissed the knight, who gave a formal bow and made his way out, giving Rayl a quick nod of respect. walking forward, the knight knelt down before the throne for a brief moment before getting up and onto his feet,"Mi'lord, I must apologize for my actions. We...I...had a personal problem that caused me to change course from my men. As you should know from the messenger I sent from Ar-"
at this point the marquess rose a hand to interrupt his commander, "Yes, I am aware. Etruria sought to Usurp Araphen from the Lycian League, probably to be able to surround us from both there and Ostia, no doubt. There's no need to talk of it, but...why have you been gone for so long. We began to fear you had been captured."
Opening his mouth to speak, the knight paused before he removed his helmet, and looked to the two guards at his lord's sides, along with the servants in the room,"Mi'lord...it would be best if we spoke in private." there was a pause before The Marquess dismissed everyone else in the room and waved for Rayl to go on.
"it was rash of me, but I decided to head into Bern, and speak with the Ilian Emissary there...if we could convince them to free Bern...well...a free Bern is a stronger ally than one under the pressure of Ilia...and if the rumors are true..." he paused, figuring best to move on," However, I ran into...an old friend. I Have told you of Sire Richter, correct?"
"Yes, I am aware of this Richter, he was a Ilian Mercenary, yes?"
"Well...apparently he had joined the ranks of the Prophet, to seek revenge just as much as I would hope to, and...I guess they found him out, so I..."
The Marquess then rose from his throne in a fury,"You got involved didn't you?! Sir Rayl, I understand your urge to aide a friend, and that is commendable, but do you know the consequences of your actions?!"
Rayl froze, and any other soldier may have sunk down to their knees and asked for forgiveness, but Rayl merely rested against his lance,"Mi'lord, we made sure no messengers got out. We also eliminated one of their stronger leaders...All Etruria knows is that they have a renegade commander and his troops heading to Ilia, for the same reason I sought to go to Bern."
The marquess paused, and slowly found himself sitting back down, running a hand through his beard,"...I see...and just how would two men and a ragtag group of etrurian soldiers last against a larger, trained group?"
Rayl then began to recount the tale of the battle, of the aide of dragons and forces he had acquired from Araphen. He also made sure to tell him of the disguised Etrurian refugees under his command, which, surprisingly, didn't surprise the Marquess: Considering Rayl's force was made of soldiers from across Elibe and since Pherae already housed a dragon.
"...and these new troops of yours are...?"
"...at my estate for the time being. Mi'lord, what news of the rest of my men? I haven't made contact with Lady Lucy in some time."
"Well, they arrived fairly recently, and I'm sure you would like the report from them...your newest sub commander...Sir Gabriel was it not? He had a plan similar to yours, and I gave him leave to head to Bern."
Rayl paused. he was glad to know his men were back but...Gabriel was going to go to Bern...? He turned around and saddled up, and halfway through turning Elibe around to the door paused abruptly and turned around in the saddle,"Pardon me Mi'lord, I was jus-"
"I know. You want to check up on your men. Dismissed." the marquess could only watch as the Paladin rode off in a hurry out the doors and the castle, and through the streets of the city, making way for his estate.
Soon arriving, he made it there just in time to hear Gabriel questioning one of the 'Araphen' Soldiers, and made his way ahead of the group," I believe I can answer that. Continue as you were." the soldier took a few steps forward, looked at Gabriel with an equally inquisitive stare, before continuing onwards. Dismounting, the knight took to patting Dakota on the head rather than speaking to the young mage, as his trusted horse simply made off for the pastures, and later the (obscenely large) stable.
"Gabriel, I am sure you recognized their accent: They are refugees from Etruria just as you are. Now, come with me, there is much I need to know and much i need to tell you and Lady Lucy."
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 7, 2010 13:27:18 GMT -6
Gabriel was surprised by Rayl's sudden appearance. "Rayl!" was all he managed to say before the Paladin cut in. "It seemed awfully familiar, yes" he said, as Rayl led him around the ranch, for whatever reason. Gabriel had no idea why they couldn't just have talked there and then.
Gabriel decided to tell Rayl what happened as they went from kingdom to kingdom. "At the time it seemed like the only way to win that losing battle, so I hit the last support pillar with all I had. The roof of Laus' magic academy collapsed on us, though we all managed to get out in time. It took perhaps a day or two before we were able to set off, though. At least we got rid of that Etrurian insider, though"
"That was also last time I saw Lady Lucy and Saffra, I'm afraid. Lucy said she was going to try and regain Laus' trust from the inside and see if she could find more info about Etruria itself. Saffra went off looking for you, but...well, I'm not sure she even knew where to go"
He also told them of the wolves they found twice. Those vicious creatures had almost cost him an arm before. "Only a Bishop was able to heal it".
"What about you, though? Last I heard you set off to do some insanity or other" he said, before letting the Paladin speak.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Nov 7, 2010 15:20:49 GMT -6
As the two walked down one of the trails about the estate, Rayl listened without a word to what Gabriel had said, merely nodding his head, though he did pay close attention to the part about the wolves.
Once the young mage was finished, the paladin stopped for a moment, helmet still resting beneath his arm, before putting back upon his head and kept walking," Old wounds overcame me: Pride, Anger, and Terror. You weren't there, so you couldn't understand. I decided that I would try and regain Araphen myself, then ride into Bern and speak with the Ilian Emissary. My hope was that if Bern was free, it would be a much more powerful ally, but..." another pause, as he looked back to the Etrurian forces in the fair distance, laughing with one another as they entered the manor.
"Etruria had gotten to Araphen's Marquess, and would not let us pass, so I had to...deal with the situation in a less than diplomatic way." he tapped the killer lance and it barbed tip, before continuing,"What matters now is Araphen is Liberated and allied with the League....Tell me, Sir Gabriel, have you per chance one of my short novels in your time in Lycia? The one about the Hero Crowley? All my works are banned in Etruria, you know."
Why was he drifting off topic?
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Nov 7, 2010 22:33:25 GMT -6
Kelvin had taken his time returning to the mansion, allowing his mind to clearly realize the gravity of the small package in his pocket. As he neared the grounds, the cavalier noticed that the number of men at the estate had nearly doubled since he had left earlier. Some other group must have arrived, he thought to himself. He dropped off of Kashmir as he entered the grounds. Kashmir gleefully ran off to join the other horses, as Kelvin began to look for Gabriel. He caught sight of him out of the corner of his eye but the man he was with caught his attention. He took off running. "Rayl!" he shouted. As soon as he caught up, he gripped his cousin in a tight but quick hug.
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 8, 2010 19:12:08 GMT -6
He singlehandedly drove Etruria from Araphen? I wonder if they...I'll have to speak to those Etrurian men later.
Gabriel took a while before he finally answered Rayl's question. "Truth be told, never got to read it. I did hear a story or two on this Crowley while going through Lycia, though"
He was about to speak up again, but was interrupted by Kelvin's sudden appearance. It was both amazing and puzzling how Rayl didn't simply fall over when Kelvin almost literally tackled the Paladin. That was one heck of a hug.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Nov 8, 2010 22:17:50 GMT -6
It was all the talking that awoke Guinevere. She blinked and slowly looked around. Her face slowly went red as she realized she had taken a nap in Rayl's bed. She quickly got out of it and smoothed it over. Leaving her armor still by the door, the soldier slipped out of the room. Several of the other soliders in the house looked her over as she walked by, as she was still wearing her dress from their little date. She poked her head out the door and saw Rayl talking to some men she hadn't seen before, but he clearly knew. Especially the one who had hugged him. Moving silently, Gwen drifted across the distance between them and stood silently by his side and, not wanting to be rude, waited to be introduced.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Nov 8, 2010 23:49:46 GMT -6
Rayl shrugged as Gabriel answered his question," No problem, I was just about to lead up into something. I met a mercenary during the Hargus Incident five years past named Richter...I learned quite a short time ago on my way to Bern that he had joined Etruria's forces to try and take down The Prophet...needless to say I had to help in an old friend's rebellion...fret not, no sight of Lycian involvement."
Here he recounted, in simple form, the story of the battles, how he impersonated an Etrurian Soldier ( like he did in Delphia five years prior.), how they fought there way, largely unarmed, out of the church, were aided by Araphen soldiered he had called for, then of being formally reunited with Richter, then with his Dragon friend of years past,then of a second Dragon, Marcus, and of the final attack on the fort, and of the poison ( he didn't mention the poisoning of himself, of course. that whole awkward scenario was largely irrelevant.)
"As of this point, he and numerous men are headed to Ilia in order to try to talk to them like I had hoped to. Those Etrurian soldiers." He pointed a thumb back to the estate," They were men i saved from the enemy's ran-" around this point a shout was heard, and two arms wrapped around him, and he was half tempted to grab this assailant and throw them, and his right arm shot back to grab the attacker by the throat, though soon stopped, mostly because the shout was finally recognized as his name and by his cousin no doubt.
Turning around to grab the young man, who he soon pulled into a brief headlock. Looking up, his eyes met that of Guinevere (and around this moment releasing Kelvin.) As he stood up straight and began to gesture to two," Ah, I did not notice you there! This is-" he paused, having yet figured of a good way to introduce his lady friend," Lady Guinevere, these are two of my most trusted men, Sir Gabriel of Etruria, and my Cousin Sir Kelvin, of Caelin." overhead a man atop Fang ( you know, Rayl's wyvern?) landed atop the barn, the rider climbing down via a ladder and making his way into the estate...wait, did Guinevere go into the estate or the ranch house? He hadn't cleaned the ranch house in some time, it must have been-
Yeah now wasnt the time for that," Sir Gabriel, we will continue our conversation later, I'm not sure how long you have been here, but...well, after what we've been through, I could certainly use a good night's sleep!" he laughed wearily, mind recounting the past
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 9, 2010 14:28:57 GMT -6
Gabriel listened intently. Rayl had managed to make his way through Etruria's defenses with Etrurian armor. Of course, he expected no less from the man. Though it seemed...dangerous. Richter...he had heard that name, not long before leaving Etruria. He had heard of a pink haired man going up in the ranks of the army impressively fast. Could this be the same man?
And dragons were involved. Again. Perhaps that fight five years ago finally made them come out of their hiding spot? He had personally met two dragons so far, but Rayl told of another. Perhaps they weren't quite as extinct as mankind had thought.
"So, this man...Richter? Who is he working fo-?" he managed to say before Kelvin's interruption. It wasn't long after that he was introduced to Guinevere, to which he responded with a bow and a "Pleased to meet you".
"I've no objections, Rayl" he finally said regarding spending the night there, leaving the subject of Richter aside. They'd have time to talk later. Chances are, Rayl would follow him into Bern.
Hopefully it won't be long before it's over
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
Sacae Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 2
Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on Nov 12, 2010 22:35:13 GMT -6
After staring, nearly gawking, for a few minutes as Gabriel was led away by the closest thing Elibe had to a Living Legend, Aaron eventually had wandered off across the grounds. He noticed the charred target that Gabriel had been hitting with his Thunder spell, and decided to look for a similar target which he could put to use himself.
Leading Fable across the grounds with him, it wasn't long before he stumbled upon what he was looking for. A target in the center of a field, surrounded by sand. Now could be a good time to test out the Elfire tome he had recently picked up.
The pages practically pulsed with energy has he took it out, yearning to be released on something. Embers sparked out of the book as he opened it, and tried to seize full control of it's power. He was surprised when the power nearly twisted out of his grasp. It felt like it was under an enormous pressure, and had to expend itself all at once.
Come on, Aaron. Grab that spell by the scruff of it's neck, and force it to work. He reached deep down, and gathered his will before locking his mind around the book's full arcane strength. There was a moment of tense struggle, and the mage felt sweat break out on his forehead. His body temperature began to rise, and then it wass like a creature had bowed to his command. He felt something in him well up. An all-consuming fire ready to be released at his command.
Taking his time, he called up an image of apocalyptic burning. It would take something more on par with the Legendary Forblaze's power to match it, than the Elfire Aaron was using, but he wanted to test it's limits. Just how much could this thing accomplish?
Using his will, he fused his mental image into the books mighty power. Just for that instant he felt like he was the master of everything. An inarticulate cry of fury accompanied the firebolt he hurled on the target, and for a moment, the world turned white.
There was a resounding boom, and a pillar of flame jetted two dozen feet into the air as the fireball impacted it's target. Moments later, Fable could be seen charging away, until he spotted some other horses nearby, and joined them. The target itself was gone, incinerated by the intense heat of the flames. The sand around the target had turned to a shiny glass, and there was a ring of singed earth that spanned twenty paces across around the area.
Aaron himself was on both knees, in a conspicuously green patch of grass surrounded by obviously scorched earth. He was obviously tired, and worn but the smile on his face showed that he was very pleased with his new tome's capacity.
"By the scepter!!! That was brilliant!"
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