Post by K Man on Dec 30, 2004 15:16:03 GMT -5
Newt and Garor -
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Caelith and Callian - Allessia bids you both a fond farewell and wishes you the best of luck. She also adds that if there is anything the coven at 'The Glade' may do, she will ensure it is delivered in a timely manner.
You return the well-wishes and rip into the ground below. You body becomes material, atoms of energy that find each inter-connecting vein in the earth and ride them like a boat does waves.
Seconds later, you 'pop' from the ground, spitting the dirt taste out and instantly covering your ears. A deafening cacophony of noise nearly makes them bleed with each second you stand there. It makes talking loud enough to be heard impossible and concentration even harder.
Your eyes can't help but rest on the source - a storm of metal.
Centered on the point of a tiny penisula closest to the sea, it is at least a half mile in diameter if not more. Pieces of metal as small as a needle and as large as a galleon rip around in a circle - a solid sphere really - clanging into each other and shredding into even sharper and more jagged edges. You guess this deafening concert of chaos could be heard for at least twenty miles around if not more.
The storm seems to summon metal from somewhere, ever replenishing its supply and never-ending. Huge pieces and small slam into the ground like daggers thrown before a duel and shred through water like a sharks feeding frenzy.
Surely, if the idea of chaos was a place...this is it.
You wonder if anything, man or metal could survive in such a ball of destruction...
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Hero, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - As the roar of the crowd grows, congratulating 'The Faceless Knight' and his "squires", Sturmguard steps closer to Krysta, Girud and Gladren. He lifts them to their feet and motions to the interior of the castle. He bids everyone else to follow. Hero is the last to enter, taking a moment to stab the dragon in the throat, ensuring any tricks up its sleeve are useless.
The massive doors are pulled shut, drowing out the cheers and jubilation of a thankful crowd as 'The Faceless Knight' meets his crowd and is surrounded by them. It leaves you and the King of Ravenshead alone in the massive entryway chamber of Ravenshead castle. Normally full of people, it is currently empty, probably due to the recent draconic attack.
Nearby, the shard - the infamous healing shard - sits embedded in a massive and makeshift metal setting, like a ring of a noblewoman. It is surrounded by a dozen guards of Ravenshead or more, each weilding a glaive of considerable size. Sturmguard places a gauntleted hand against an archway, his amulet glimmering in the dark recesses of this entryway.
"Those dragons have been flying over at night for the last few days...reconnaisance. We figured they were after the shard, so we moved it inside." The king motions towards the new setting for the shard. "That's when they attacked..."
"I'm beginning to think these shards are a curse."
A slight gasp escapes from you each as Sturmguard's face goes cold.
"First, what should have been a simple mission nearly cost me the lives of everyone in Boon's Freehold, including some fresh young recruits that volunteered for the job."
"It turns, out, the violence would not end there as the real reason the fight was so hard was that another shard lay near the keep, sought by all parties involved - most notable, the proven treacherous Elves of Astoril."
"Then, realizing the importance of these artifacts, I send my ambassadors out to recover them from Cannon's Foot...and look what happened there. Nearly everyone died and again, Astoril intervened and stole it for its own agenda - one we know little about."
"And now, powerful creatures descend from the sky, killing hundreds just to get these damned shards!
The king slams his fist into the side of the massive shard, startling a few of the guards. The crystal flashes a bit, healing his wounds as it always has. Sturmguard sighs heavily.
"I know, deep in my heart the gods placed these shards here for a purpose but it is beyond my mortal comprehension. They must be good, for they heal, but my ears have been told that they shield as the Dwarves are using it and that they can be used for powerful weapons as the Elves have discovered..."
"They remain a mystery..."
Sturmguard looks to Krysta, Girud and Galdren, his amulet flaring like a campfire. "I'm not going to arrest you - you did what anyone would do in that situation..."
"You survived..."
"The whole world needs to survive these times and we will not do it without coming together, here and now."
"You speak of 'The Knights of The Purest Star' and their pledge to help in the fight. This is a good start. It piques my interest to hear of more willing to lend their aid to the battle. Find more, gather more strength."
"You speak of the blow dealt to the strongest troops of the acursed 'Master', this is also good. Deal more damage, whereever you can and ensure he know that Ravenshead - nay, the living of the land will not go silently into the night."
"And lastly, these shards, you speak of a way to track and find them daily? Protect such an item with every ounce of strengthy you possess. I still feel they are the key to this war, and I will not rest until I know what they are good for."
Sturmguard looks to Hero most of all, knowing her rigidity to the law.
"These three are to be treated as equals. What they did today and what they offer now more than equals the transgression. People will be lost in this fight, we can ill afford to bicker - unity, not judgement is needed here." He returns his gaze to everyone. "Do what have been doing. Gather information, find the shards and deal blows to 'The Master'. Work as one and you will survive..."
"Speaking of which, where are Caelith and Callian?"
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Romar - [Brilliant dream man, seriously! Makes me ashamed I didn't work something like that in. You get extra XP
]
Veya nods, blushing slightly. It is clear her interaction with males has not gone beyond the short amount of time before her village was destroyed. She takes a sip and sits down next to you, absent-mindedly tracing a finger over some fur.
"Your taking me with you is a great enough thanks Romar...my hospitality is nothing compared to the freedom I've been granted." She looks over to you, leaning back on her elbows, obviously trying to emphasize her bosom.
"Tell me Romar, what will you do when the war is over. Have you ever thought about family? A wife?" She blushes a bit and tries to recover. "The reason I ask is it's a constant thought in my mind. Ever since I lost my entire family...no my world in a single night, I wonder about my own mortality."
"Will someone ensure my legacy lives on? Who will pass down my stories and tales? My beliefs..."
Veya seems struck with sadness as she digs deeper into the horrid thoughts that plague her nights.
"I mean, what if I do die in battle...who will tell my tale?"
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Yuri - [Didn't Respond, reposting]
She looks to you quizzically, then shrugs a bit and continues to play upon your skin.
"The Master's amibitions are great, but also shrouded in mystery. Even Hirsuthe, our sire, does not understand them fully but he knows The Masters devotion is tireless and eternal."
"However, Hirsuthe does not feel like a life of servitude and would rather 'The Master' does the work of conquering while he waits for the time to pounce. At the end of the world, before all of man is brought to its knees and made into the dead, Hirsuthe plans to make his move and remove 'The Master' from his throne of power. She smiles a bit, eyes alight with the idea of treachery. "Then, with the last remaining living being bred for food anf slavery, control the world unchallenged."
She sits upright, letting the furs fall from her shoulders.
"He explained all this to me after turning me, explaining I had to prepare for your arrival."
"I have already turned nearly half of the woman on this mountain...only Veya and her damned Roc-Riders are still among the living." You cringe, knowing what is coming next. "Should we wait until dark to strike the remaining woman, or shall we do it now?"
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Caelith and Callian - Allessia bids you both a fond farewell and wishes you the best of luck. She also adds that if there is anything the coven at 'The Glade' may do, she will ensure it is delivered in a timely manner.
You return the well-wishes and rip into the ground below. You body becomes material, atoms of energy that find each inter-connecting vein in the earth and ride them like a boat does waves.
Seconds later, you 'pop' from the ground, spitting the dirt taste out and instantly covering your ears. A deafening cacophony of noise nearly makes them bleed with each second you stand there. It makes talking loud enough to be heard impossible and concentration even harder.
Your eyes can't help but rest on the source - a storm of metal.
Centered on the point of a tiny penisula closest to the sea, it is at least a half mile in diameter if not more. Pieces of metal as small as a needle and as large as a galleon rip around in a circle - a solid sphere really - clanging into each other and shredding into even sharper and more jagged edges. You guess this deafening concert of chaos could be heard for at least twenty miles around if not more.
The storm seems to summon metal from somewhere, ever replenishing its supply and never-ending. Huge pieces and small slam into the ground like daggers thrown before a duel and shred through water like a sharks feeding frenzy.
Surely, if the idea of chaos was a place...this is it.
You wonder if anything, man or metal could survive in such a ball of destruction...
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hero, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - As the roar of the crowd grows, congratulating 'The Faceless Knight' and his "squires", Sturmguard steps closer to Krysta, Girud and Gladren. He lifts them to their feet and motions to the interior of the castle. He bids everyone else to follow. Hero is the last to enter, taking a moment to stab the dragon in the throat, ensuring any tricks up its sleeve are useless.
The massive doors are pulled shut, drowing out the cheers and jubilation of a thankful crowd as 'The Faceless Knight' meets his crowd and is surrounded by them. It leaves you and the King of Ravenshead alone in the massive entryway chamber of Ravenshead castle. Normally full of people, it is currently empty, probably due to the recent draconic attack.
Nearby, the shard - the infamous healing shard - sits embedded in a massive and makeshift metal setting, like a ring of a noblewoman. It is surrounded by a dozen guards of Ravenshead or more, each weilding a glaive of considerable size. Sturmguard places a gauntleted hand against an archway, his amulet glimmering in the dark recesses of this entryway.
"Those dragons have been flying over at night for the last few days...reconnaisance. We figured they were after the shard, so we moved it inside." The king motions towards the new setting for the shard. "That's when they attacked..."
"I'm beginning to think these shards are a curse."
A slight gasp escapes from you each as Sturmguard's face goes cold.
"First, what should have been a simple mission nearly cost me the lives of everyone in Boon's Freehold, including some fresh young recruits that volunteered for the job."
"It turns, out, the violence would not end there as the real reason the fight was so hard was that another shard lay near the keep, sought by all parties involved - most notable, the proven treacherous Elves of Astoril."
"Then, realizing the importance of these artifacts, I send my ambassadors out to recover them from Cannon's Foot...and look what happened there. Nearly everyone died and again, Astoril intervened and stole it for its own agenda - one we know little about."
"And now, powerful creatures descend from the sky, killing hundreds just to get these damned shards!
The king slams his fist into the side of the massive shard, startling a few of the guards. The crystal flashes a bit, healing his wounds as it always has. Sturmguard sighs heavily.
"I know, deep in my heart the gods placed these shards here for a purpose but it is beyond my mortal comprehension. They must be good, for they heal, but my ears have been told that they shield as the Dwarves are using it and that they can be used for powerful weapons as the Elves have discovered..."
"They remain a mystery..."
Sturmguard looks to Krysta, Girud and Galdren, his amulet flaring like a campfire. "I'm not going to arrest you - you did what anyone would do in that situation..."
"You survived..."
"The whole world needs to survive these times and we will not do it without coming together, here and now."
"You speak of 'The Knights of The Purest Star' and their pledge to help in the fight. This is a good start. It piques my interest to hear of more willing to lend their aid to the battle. Find more, gather more strength."
"You speak of the blow dealt to the strongest troops of the acursed 'Master', this is also good. Deal more damage, whereever you can and ensure he know that Ravenshead - nay, the living of the land will not go silently into the night."
"And lastly, these shards, you speak of a way to track and find them daily? Protect such an item with every ounce of strengthy you possess. I still feel they are the key to this war, and I will not rest until I know what they are good for."
Sturmguard looks to Hero most of all, knowing her rigidity to the law.
"These three are to be treated as equals. What they did today and what they offer now more than equals the transgression. People will be lost in this fight, we can ill afford to bicker - unity, not judgement is needed here." He returns his gaze to everyone. "Do what have been doing. Gather information, find the shards and deal blows to 'The Master'. Work as one and you will survive..."
"Speaking of which, where are Caelith and Callian?"
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Romar - [Brilliant dream man, seriously! Makes me ashamed I didn't work something like that in. You get extra XP
]Veya nods, blushing slightly. It is clear her interaction with males has not gone beyond the short amount of time before her village was destroyed. She takes a sip and sits down next to you, absent-mindedly tracing a finger over some fur.
"Your taking me with you is a great enough thanks Romar...my hospitality is nothing compared to the freedom I've been granted." She looks over to you, leaning back on her elbows, obviously trying to emphasize her bosom.
"Tell me Romar, what will you do when the war is over. Have you ever thought about family? A wife?" She blushes a bit and tries to recover. "The reason I ask is it's a constant thought in my mind. Ever since I lost my entire family...no my world in a single night, I wonder about my own mortality."
"Will someone ensure my legacy lives on? Who will pass down my stories and tales? My beliefs..."
Veya seems struck with sadness as she digs deeper into the horrid thoughts that plague her nights.
"I mean, what if I do die in battle...who will tell my tale?"
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri - [Didn't Respond, reposting]
She looks to you quizzically, then shrugs a bit and continues to play upon your skin.
"The Master's amibitions are great, but also shrouded in mystery. Even Hirsuthe, our sire, does not understand them fully but he knows The Masters devotion is tireless and eternal."
"However, Hirsuthe does not feel like a life of servitude and would rather 'The Master' does the work of conquering while he waits for the time to pounce. At the end of the world, before all of man is brought to its knees and made into the dead, Hirsuthe plans to make his move and remove 'The Master' from his throne of power. She smiles a bit, eyes alight with the idea of treachery. "Then, with the last remaining living being bred for food anf slavery, control the world unchallenged."
She sits upright, letting the furs fall from her shoulders.
"He explained all this to me after turning me, explaining I had to prepare for your arrival."
"I have already turned nearly half of the woman on this mountain...only Veya and her damned Roc-Riders are still among the living." You cringe, knowing what is coming next. "Should we wait until dark to strike the remaining woman, or shall we do it now?"
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It's just that this entire scene with Veya is quite inspiring I think.
