Post by K Man on Jul 14, 2005 13:48:34 GMT -5
(OOC: Wouldn't I recognize Vraak too?)
{Of course, I just didn't think it was that big of a deal to you since it was more Romar's storyline deal. You would of course notice the absence of Veya from the Rocs.}
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The 'Faceless Knight' nods, shoving the bow back to Krysta.
"I have no need for it anymore, you may consider it a gift."
The knight whistles and the rocs rear back, spreading their wings wide. They easily seat most of the clerics on their back - capable of holding more than five on each. Those that don't ride on the back endure a short and terrifying moment when the Roc gently grasps them in its talons and lifts into the air. The fear fades from their face quickly as the giant eagles race into the air...it's an exciting thrill ride.
Girud, Galdren, Krysta, Modrock, Alton, Adelia and Garor all mount the birds in turn, waiting until one of the large beasts wraps talons around the shard. With a squawk, the bird lifts into the air and sails towards Ravenshead...
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Yuri and Romar - The 'Faceless Knight' remains behind, ensuring all are cared for above himself, the sign of a truly self-sacrificing person. When asked by Yuri, he turns and meets both of your gazes with his shining helm.
"I knew it from the way Vraak noticed you two....that you must be Yuri and Romar, the ones I had heard so much about." He pats the giant bird on the neck, softly stroking its glimmering brown feathers. "Vraak had only made four friends in his life; Veya, Me, and you two..."
You choke back the lump in the throats, for it sounds as though he talks about Veya in the past tense.
"Won't she be pleased to see you!"
Rather non-chalantly, the 'Faceless Knight' hops atop Vraak and extends a hand to see you both up. When he notices your faces, he apologizes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you with my casual talk. Veya is fine, she is within the castle walls, most likely speaking with the King."
The weights from your heart drop off and the bird takes flight...
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All - Flying overhead, well over the raiding army, you do get a better glimpse of the force. Hundreds of thousands of tiny green figures bustle about an alien-looking camp. There are crabs larger than a team of horses, racks and racks of glittering tridents and tents in the shape of oysters that flap open and close as their occupants leave.
What a strange sight...
It is truly as though the ocean simply spat them out onto land and they arrived here, straight from its depths.
The giant birds turn wing and begin the spiral down into the center of Ravenshead, right before the steps of the castle itself. With each passing turn over the city, the veil lifts and it becomes more and more desolate. Citizens pack the streets, lining them with linen tents and encampments. People of all races mill about, looking emaciated and desperate for food and drink. Certain sections of town look burned out, the dull tents a bright contrast to the ashen husks of dead buildings.
It is as though the city has been weeping since you left and never recovered...
It takes but a moment of the wind rushing past your faces and you find yourselves standing in the shadow of the great castles towers - in awe of them once again. A crowd of people has gathered to meet the newcomers, their faces alight with hope. The clerics, fulfilling their duty, immediately begin to go to the crowd and look for sickness and disease. A trio of them begin weaving magicks and summoning food and water from no where for the masses.
As the crowd grows thicker and thicker, you begin to hear the murmurs.
"Aren't they dead? Do you think they are ghosts?"
"I heard the 'Faceless Knight' saved them from death!"
"How can that be? He gave a eulogy for them two years ago, he thought they were dead. We all did."
"What do you think this means for us? Salvation?"
"Are you kidding, it is but a fresh coat of paint on the same collapsing barn...we're doomed...."
Morale is indeed low.
As the crowd grows, eager to drink and eat, the noise becomes so loud you can barely hear. The crystal is joined with the other two, making a much larger and nearly complete chunk. The crowd races to touch it, dirtied hands stretching out for the healing powers of the rock.
Then all goes silent...
From the castle doors emerges King Sturmguard - the family jewel around his neck glittering in the midday sun. Behind him are a group of more people, including King Grandil Battlehammer of Bazarkak. Both Kings look upon you in disbelief, there eyes unable to absorb the scene.
The crowd holds their breath, watching and waiting to see what will be said...
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I just sent the letter so Garor would decide to go there.
