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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:48:05 GMT
« Reply #15 on: Apr 27th, 2008, 12:44pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Taking a deep breath he pressed and crunched the parcel of cloth and herbs in his hand, crushing it fine and thin before taking the reigns of his horse and placing them in his teeth. Shadi at this point looked away because he knew it was something of a dishonor to witness one tending to their wounds. The grunt and the crunch of leather was all that would be heard as he mumbled in panting breaths, " The.. dagger" His hand outstretched as he called upon the fires of summer to heat the blade to redness. Suddenly the horse spooked slightly, the singe of flesh causing it to go restless as it filled the mounts nostrils. Shadi too was almost sicked by the sent of it, though he bore the nausea well.
Shadi turned back and grabbed the reins of Ferae's horse without a word and let him finish his wound dressing. He knew Pali wouldn't be happy with the Prince hiding such a serious wound, but he wouldn't be the one to speak of it. He had no doubt his sister would figure it out on her own. Pali'shol made sure she safely could get thru the thicket before beckoning the others to join her. As the General gave orders and two wagons began their exit from the courtyard, she sent another half dozen riders with them to give a hand and then turned back to help the wounded dismount and get seen too. It wasn't till every last one of her own wounded were seen too that she finally dismounted and grit her teeth to keep from collapsing as the barb in her leg dug itself a bit deeper. She straightened her back, let the chill of winter ice her bones and clear her head before she spoke. "If you would be so kind to tell me where I can clean up, I will make myself more presentable before seeing your betrothed and giving formal greeting to the rest of your choosings, General Nara."
As soon as things got started, Nara dismounted from her horse, handing the reins to one of the stable hands with a smile, turning to see that Pali had helped her wounded off their horses and they were being treated. Walking over to the elven woman, she offered her help, her dark eyes filled with concern. "I think, before all else, that barb needs to come out and be treated. We'll get you to the infirmary, then to your chambers within the castle where you can clean up." Nara's lips twitched slightly. "I'm afraid you might have to wait a little longer to met my betrothed as he's currently leading the army after the Nobles that decided to retreat. And if I know Adrian, he won't return until he's made sure that all of our men are treated or buried." She gave a soft chuckle, her eyes twinkling. "Lady, to be honest, I believe that he will be down below as long as possible to escape all the plans for the wedding and my mother for as long as possible." Knowing the elven woman's pride, Nara stepped back, only offering to assist over the rough areas as she led Pali to the infirmary. "To be honest, had you not arrived when you had, I probably would be with Adrian. I love my family, but I fear that I am not as interested in the frippery of this wedding as much as my mother and sisters are. For me, the menfolk are easier to understand. My father was a mercenary and now trains warhorses with my brothers. Their talks, I understand."
Drawing up his reigns once more, Fera'emar nodded to Shadi, his sweat streaking down causing stripes of flesh within the coating of blood upon his face. Moving his mount back towards the switchback pass he stopped, looking to his men and those of some of the Humans they'd hauled back. Watching the warders tending to many of the wounded's light wounds and compressing their greater ones he felt a tugging of pride. Sipping the dagger along the saddle horn he clean off the 'clingers'(for the faint of heart I won't go into details.) and handed it hilt first back to Shadi without taking his eyes from his men. Sitting there silently the winds started to chill his skin, the sweat and blood having soaked him a bit, though as they chilled him the slightest of smirks arose on his lips, and in his eyes. " We attempt peace baptized in the blood of our enemy, our wounded and theirs equals. Perhaps there is indeed hope in these lands for these Children of Chorster." Giving a nudge with his thighs he drew lighter breaths now, the smile faded from his face as he allowed the chilling winds to blow even deeper then flesh and bone.
Shadi resheathed the dagger without further comment and listened as his Lord spoke of there being hope for the humans. If what they had witnessed this day was a good sampling of those they had come to deal with, he was sure there was a chance for them. Nara, her tall friend (Adrian) and even those now on the field tired with fatigue and battle weary to the bone, were all worthy of respect if not kindness. He nodded once and whispered in agreement. "It is possible, Mlord. It seems some of them are truly worth a second consideration." He watched and shivered inwardly as his own body went chill from the late afternoon wind cooling the blood of his and his enemies on his skin.
Pali followed Nara without protest but declined the help though she did deign to grasp a wall at one point to catch her breath and pretend to be interested at a well worn tapestry half thread bare on the wall. As she followed though, it dawned on her that Nara should have been wounded as well with the large missing section of her armor at her side. "I see no wounds on you. Have you skilled your magic well enough to heal yourself then?" She had the feeling she knew the answer, but information helped... regardless of what kind it was. Soon they entered a room where a woman came and helped her sit on a small stool and began to tear her legging from around the wound and clean it to see what damage had been done. Pali's eyes went the ice cold blue of winter's lakes as she shut down all emotions and waited knowing the pain to come would be something she needed to handle well for the sake of her Lord.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:48:57 GMT
« Reply #16 on: Apr 28th, 2008, 8:43pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- April 28, 2008 1927 Conference
Adrian: Long after the Nobles had sounded the retreat, hounded for a way by Rebel forces, both on the ground and by Reaver’s aerial assault, Adrian Rustam remained on the battlefield. At least, that is, his body remained, arms heaving the great ax he favored over his head time after time, silent, except for the occasional grunt of effort. Scattered across the field a small squad of men moved as he did, their faces equally grim, their minds similarly elsewhere. Beneath his feet something screamed, a bitter, high, almost feral plea for life, which was met only with another swing of his axe. Noble soldiers, granted a quick death that Adrian himself knew, as most of the Rebels did, was not one that would be afforded to them by their enemies. No, the Nobles had uses for human bodies, both dead and alive, it was said… Death was a release, in the face of what Adamire’s mages could accomplish with a living soul. Across the field there was another cry, another swing of steel… Adrian lifted his head long enough to glance across at the elven troops that still littered the field, before turning his mind back to the task. He wondered, oh so briefly, if they would find their behavior distasteful, barbarian or simply a necessary evil? Either way, it would not be stopped, though he noted with thanks that they neared the far side of the battlefield- the gruesome task almost complete. It was, technically, not his place to be here. He could easily have ridden with Nara back to the keep, left the task to men… Not this time, however, it was an act of solidarity, for Adrian had stood once where his men stood, beneath Generals who had no understanding of what it meant to be an ordinary mercenary, and had no intention of becoming one of those men he so detested.
Alannara: Watching the elven woman carefully, just in case her help was needed, she shook her head and smiled. "No magic on my part. It had to have been the work of my blood-brother, our lead mage, Reaver Zerstrorung." She waved her hand back towards the outer wall as she lead her through the tunnel that divided the outer and inner court, the tunnel a good 3 man lengths in depth and ancient murder holes could be seen, if one looked upwards, though there was no sign that any had been in use in recent years. "He is the one that created the thorn wall and a protection for us against adverse spells." Her brow furrowed as she thought of how to explain about Reaver and Phoenix. "Though he aids us, we hope as much out of love for Adrian and I, Reaver is...his own man and some find him strange." On reaching the smaller infirmary within the inner court, Nara led Pali in and looked around swiftly and then reached out to touch the nearest healer. "This Lady is with the Elven Ambassador and was injured in the battle below when they joined our forces to assist. The Nobles, it seems, have created a new Twisted, this one that appears to be like unto porcupines." The healer nodded and with a nod, indicated that Pali should follow her. Nara followed and asked, "Is Lea available?"
Reaver: The retreat could not possible be going better, and Reaver is quite satisfied. His newly-gained power worked well, though he can hope to refine it further, because ten percent is not enough for him. However, at the moment he does not concern himself with this overly much - there is too much else to focus on, and he orders the Stoneborn to scavenge the field for Rebel soldiers that can still be restored to life. Meanwhile, he himself remains on Leiden's back, his Bloodborn pursuing the withdrawing Noble forces like starving wolves, nipping and biting at their heels...though in this case, the 'nipping and biting' involves steel, a constant hemorrhage that bleeds not only life but morale from the enemy. Reaver hovers above it all, harvesting the energy of the spilled blood in constant streamers of crimson that flow behind him like some horror-stained veil. This is more of an automatic function than it used to be, giving him the ability to focus on raining death upon the enemy below, and he chooses his targets carefully, starting with the leadership. The more confusion he can cause, the more likely it is that the remaining forces can be utterly destroyed, and this is his end goal. The nerve of these filthy humans, he growls mentally, not only invading his territory but trying to ride the shirttails of his brother's attack as well. Pitiful, but not fully unexpected, considering how rarely any of the humans and demi-humans actually have the drive to accomplish such themselves. This leads him to question the nature of Adamire, for he seems far too forward-thinking to be human despite his appearance, yet he is not of any other descent or the Nobles would never have accepted him as a leader. Given his pure ability in Necromancy, there is something decidedly odd about Adamire, he ponders as he takes out another commanding officer with a bolt of blood-red energy that tears through the chainmail as if it wasn't there and shatters the body within from the inside.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:49:39 GMT
« Reply #17 on: Apr 28th, 2008, 8:43pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Phoenix: In the nursery Phoenix can feel, as easily as she can the children in her arms, Nara returning from the battlefield. So many returned made her glad, but in truth Phoenix’s affections came rarely, her fractured mind it seemed capable only of attaching true significance to a few. An instant wash of joy and relief, unshielded from the bairns who played about her made them giggle, the young boy flailing his arms in glee he did not understand, and yet was too young to know that he should, were it his own. His sister however yawned, crawling to put herself in Phoenix’s lap where she sat, lacking the apparent energy of her twin. It made Phoenix smile, and suited her purposes, for she did not wish to abandon herto boredom, and yet required movement… she had to see Nara and Adrian and Reaver as they returned. Too much worry, too much fear to be left un-fought into the night. Rising she put Arianna to bed, tucking her in silently with the gentle assurance that her twin would most likely join her shortly, before turning and scooping the other child into her arms, eliciting a squeal of excitement. The psychic grinned. “Mam’a’s coming home. All better, blood washes away… just water, little warrior. Just water, and no pain.” She slipped out into the corridor, ignoring the slightly pensive looks she continued to get from the servants when they saw her taking one of Nara’s sparks from their nursery. Fools. She would not harm the sparks. Would give her life to protect them… Not, it seemed that that would be necessary this day. Her whispered conversation with the toddler continued as she rushed towards the main hall, her bouncing steps seeming only to please the child which alternated between waving his fists and gripping her shoulder for stability. Reaching the bottom of the stairs Phoenix sent her mind out more cautiously, no longer needing to co-ordinate her own movement, balance offset by the child, with the stairs… A task she has failed at more than once in the past, with scars to testify to that fact. “Pap’a too…” Her mind reached further, touching Reaver’s own though she remains silent. He is well, and his return will come in time. For now, she steers her steps, automatically steering towards Nara’s well known essence.
Leathynos: Leathynos, Thane and Rose were busy triage and healing the wounded as possible. Rose stood at the side of a wounded man, applying pressure to the bleeding stump that was his hand. Regrowth of a limb took a lot of magic, only a few could do it. The trick was to stop the bleeding and numb the pain until Lea could help. Regrowth was not a priority yet. Saving lives was. When all the arrivals were stabilized, then Lea would help him. Even he understood this. Suri was triaging in the courtyard. Thane at the moment was forcing fluids in each man that could drink. Dehydration was also deadly. Lea was kneeling by a sucking chest wound. Offering prayers to her Goddess for healing the man. When she heard that the there was a wounded person in the inner infirmary, Lea had just finished with the chest wound and looked up. She nodded, grabbing a basket of healing potions and dressings. “As soon as I can, Ruby, I will start the regrowth. “ She headed quickly for the infirmary not knowing what to expect once there. Entering the room, she saw several people and most importantly Nara...”Nara are you wounded?” she asked with deep concern.
Pali'shol: Sitting on the stool as the healer began to clean around the wound, Pali suddenly felt a little ill. Her head began to swim and she closed her eyes and whispered, “Ferae...” The healer removed the barb from her leg at the same moment Ferae chose to sear his own flesh closed. The scream that echoed off the infirmary walls was unlike any cry the humans had heard before. Most of the elves present may not have heard its like either as Pali felt her own pain in time with her Prince's. She barely managed to sit still long enough for the cry to subside as the healer placed the wrap around her upper thigh. Without another moment's hesitation, tears streaming down her cheeks, Pali gripped Nara's shoulder and gazed with eyes the hazel and read of rage and pain. “I have to get back to the field... something is wrong! Ferae...” She didn't say anymore but lunged from the stool and nearly fell before gripping the wall and making her way down the stone way as she sought out Ferae with her mind. * What is it!? Ferae... where are you? TELL ME! * She had no way to know the sudden pain her connection brought her was self inflicted. She knew she had the connection to him, they had shared it before, but it had been nearly five years and the pain he felt, she felt. And this time, it threatened to overwhelm her. If the humans had harmed him while Shadi wasn't looking... if the Tainted had returned in full force... So many things went thru her mind as she screamed to Shadi in her mind as well. * Ferae is hurt! What happened?* She stopped at a corner trying to remember the way out of the Keep.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:50:26 GMT
« Reply #18 on: Apr 28th, 2008, 8:44pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shadi nodded as he resheathed the blade in his boot. But just as he did a scream echoed in his mind. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to cry back thru the fear and pain in his mind. * He is well, Pali. Be easy. He sealed his wound was all. Pali, he is fine! * He repeated the phrase over and over hoping the pain and rage in her mind would let her hear him.
Adrian: “No! No! Please, sir! Please, I know… secrets! Many secrets! Please!” The shrill, pathetic shriek came from not far from Adrian, and he turned, looking to the rebel soldier who paused, equally, looking across to his General. With a snort Adrian hefts his Axe to his shoulder, picking his way across the battlefield to the fallen soldier and his would be executioner. As he approached the noble squeaked, eyes rolling with a terror even greater than he’d felt at the thought of his own demise. Imposing at almost seven feet tall, with broad shoulders that matched his stature Adrian was often viewed as startling by those who met him standing, lying on his back, cradling a leg wound he seemed more monster than man. “Secrets, eh?” Adrian crouched, wary of the man’s hands in case it was a last-ditch trick to attempt to take out one last Rebel soldier. The noble stuttered, promising the deepest secrets of the nobility… Reaching out with one hand Adrian jarred the collar of his cloak around, revealing a familiar insignia. The grin that spread across his face was almost feral. “Well, Captain. It seems that we can benefit from one another…” Wrapping his fingers securely in the front of the man’s clothes and pulling him from the ground, holding him off the floor as he glanced to the soldier beside him. “Bring me a horse. B’ takin’ this one t’ th’ Keep me’sel’.” Letting the man back onto his own two feet Adrian resettled his axe across his back, a move which made the noble officer gibber his thanks. Adrian turned his back, briefly, waving at another of his men, complete with horse. “Deal with it, Corporal.” “Gladly.” Was the reply, there was a dull thunk, and the sound of a man crumpling to the floor. Good, Adrian thought, and within moments had a rudimentary bandage tied around the Captain’s leg, and the man himself strapped face down across the front of his saddle as he climbed into it. “B’ finishin’ here. Then headin’ back t’ th’ keep.” He glanced across in the direction of the retreating forces. “B’ain't wantin’ any surprises.”
Alannara: At Pali's scream, Nara couldn't help but jump, turning to look at the elven woman. She'd thought that she'd handle pain well, so in her mind, there must be something in the quill...that is, until she heard Feraemar's name and she paled. Who or what could have harmed the elven ambassador, a prince in his own lands? Instead of trying to prevent the woman from moving, she reached out and assisted her, shaking her head at the healer who was trying to get her to remain still. It was at this moment that Lea entered and asked if she had been wounded. "Yes, but Reaver healed me on the field. I need your skills down below as our Elven Ambassador joined the fray and was wounded. Badly, from what I could tell. He refused to come up until Adrian and our men were off the field." Glancing over to Pali, she nodded to her. "I'll have fresh horses made ready. We will be there swiftly." Turning on her heels, she strode out, calling out orders for three horses to be made ready and quickly. As soon as they were harnessed, they were brought to the secondary infirmary at the trot and Nara re-entered the infirmary. "They're here. Let's find out what has happened," Nara stated, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword, her eyes narrowed as she nearly growled out the words. If one of their men had been turned or a Twisted had slipped through, she would have hides. Knowing, now, not to offer Pali assistance, she turned again and headed back out the door. "Lady, Lea, if you will?" As soon as she was outside, she mounted, then when they joined her, called out a warning before putting her horse into a trot, then a canter and heading out of the fortress, across the plateau and to the switchback trail that led off the plateau.
Reaver: He can feel the occasional brushes against his mind from Phoenix, and he gives one of his incredibly rare warm smiles. His Chosen, so concerned about him, despite so little to be concerned about. After all, even death could not truly hold him, though it was a dark time for all - Nara's amnesia, Moro's betrayal, Phoenix's departure. It took too long to return last time, and he has already prepared for a repeat of that occurrence, though he does not seek its arrival. It is a very real danger nonetheless, of course, but one he does not consider relevant. He rarely engages directly in combat these days, relying on his powers and his magic from a distance, as required by the position inflicted on him as co-General and Premier of the mages. Somewhere along the way he lost the healers from his domain, but it does not trouble him. Some are magically-capable as well, and that means they are still going to deal with him at some point. This reminds him of a plan he intends to implement in the near future, adding still more organization and training to the mages' daily roster. Mages tend to be secretive at best about their knowledge, but this cannot remain so if they wish to survive against a heavy, concerted attack, and Reaver believes that the more flexibility and cooperation brought into play, the better the odds of living another day. His train of thought is set aside as a report makes itself known to him, of a prisoner who claims to have secrets. The smile this elicits is far from the warmer one a few moments past, and he decides to give things a few more minutes before he returns to Stone Talon.
Phoenix: Phoenix is already out in the open air, the courtyard spreading out around her as the scream rips from the infirmary, primal and piercing. Phoenix’s reaction was instinctive, her own shields slammed up with such force as to carve grooves into the stone at her feet while she called those within her own soul to buffer the effects of the panic that was broadcast. Not often did she have such control over her own state, too often would the fear overrun her, carrying her along on someone else’s emotion. Not this day, however, not this moment, not when the boy in her arms squirmed, hands coming up to cover his ears as his face bawled up in unhappiness. “Hush…” She soothed, her words coming quickly, though with an air of calm that she herself still scrabbled to regain. “Mo mhíle stór, hush…” The endearment flowed from her lips without thought, the awakening of the Family in her mind bringing with them the language of her birth, sliding into her speech at times of stress. Watching Nara mount she brought one hand to brush at the cheeks of the child she carried, her endearments continuing and whether it was the passage of time, or his Carer’s tone that calmed him the boy was soon quiet once more, eyes wide and watchful.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:51:12 GMT
« Reply #19 on: Apr 28th, 2008, 8:44pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Leathynos: Lea didn’t like the idea of leaving Lissi here without her. For many reason, on many levels. But the General had asked with an undercurrent of making it an order. With everything Nara had done for her over the last 2 years, Lea could hardly refuse. “I need a moment” she said sending a servant running for a cloths and she herself running to a cabinet and grabbing a field pack. The servant returned in moments with Lea’s traveling clothing. Stepping behind a screen, Lea changed into doe skin leggings, tunic, medicine belt and cloak. All of well made elven design. Her dagger at her waist, she nodded and went to the court yard mounting the horse. “Is there no teleport ports open? Of is he that close to the keep?”
Pali'shol: Pali was panting, leaning on the wall as Nara rushed by her grabbing horses and returning as she spoke to someone of helping Ferae out on the field. She shook her head trying to clear the fog as she mounted, grunting as the pain in her leg cleared her mind long enough to hear Shadi's words even as blood stained the loose wrap at her thigh. As Lea mounted her horse she would see the others had left already. A guard, holding the reins for her, responded with a slight shrug. “No portals were asked for this time, Lady Lea. I am sorry. It will take some time if you wish, but we can open one if you desire.” He passed her the reins for her to control and either remain and await the portal or take off at her own pace to join the others.
As Pali followed Nara down the switchbacks, she drew up close enough to Nara to get out her words. “He is not harmed... he... healed himself long enough to... continue.” She closed her eyes trusting the strange mount beneath her not to lose its footing. As they had passed thru the thicket she has felt the flare of a magic shield somewhere behind her. There was a powerful magic user in their midst. That could be a good thing, if the mage and the Keep occupants knew and trusted one another. She let the thought disappear into her pain addled mind as she called the winter chill once more to her very core. By the time they were halfway down the path back to the battlefield she was sitting stone straight and there was no longer any sign of pain in her features. She mentally called to Shadi as they came down. * We will be there soon. Let him not do more damage than the healers can fix. We cannot afford the lost time to return home and come another moon. *
Shadi grinned as he felt the chill seep between he and his crib sibling. He looked to Ferae and laughed so only she would hear. * As if I had a choice, dear sister. * He glanced behind him at the vanguard flanking him and his Prince and past them to the switchback where he saw riders returning to the field. Something told him, without his keen eyesight, that Pali was amongst them.
Adrian: Adrian spares little thought for the comfort of his ‘guest’, and coaxes the horse into a canter towards the path leading down the mountainside. It takes, he thinks, a great deal of willpower not to urge the beast into a full blown gallop, pleased in the knowledge that whatever he delivers the sniveling Noble coward into will be less gentle even than his own. Oh, he has no doubt in his head mage’s ability, should he take up the task. The Captain will share his secrets, whether he wishes to or no, after that… Mentally Adrian shrugs, deciding to cross that bridge later, aware that his mind was still enclosed in the hot anger of battle. They had come so close to the keep, HIS Keep, his army, his family, his children. No, there was no mercy in him, not yet. He can see, just as he turns to take up the trail the movement of mounted figures above. He would meet them almost halfway down the path, and Adrian’s expression would be as wary as Nara’s. “Just finishing up down there.” He tells her, accent carefully controlled. “Unless you know something I don’t, the last of them should be heading back shortly.”
Alannara: Soon they hit the switchback trail and Nara slowed her horse to a trot, knowing that the road wouldn't allow for a faster gate, though she wanted to urge the mount down it faster, for all of Pali's assurances. Feraemar was a guest within their lands and she had insured his safety and her word was her bond. Seeing Adrian in the middle of the trail, she drew rein and waited, nodding when he spoke, though her eyes went to his captive, a brow lifting delicately in question. "Lord Aleang'hymn and his party joined our fracas below and has been injured. I've ordered Lea to come below to heal him, as he refuses to leave until all our troops have safely returned." She turned to look at Pali and realized that they had never been introduced and she blushed crimson. "This Lady is his protector and second in command. Seems she has a link with Lord Aleang'hymn similar to yours and mine. Something appears to have happened below, though she assures me that it was him doing some form of healing on himself." Her glance moved down to the base of the plateau. "As soon as I'm finished here, I'll return, hopefully with Lord Aleang'hymn."
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:51:56 GMT
« Reply #20 on: Apr 28th, 2008, 8:44pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Barden: They fought brave, they fought hard. Every ounce of them had been like lions. The enemy soldiers fell by the scores. But it wasn't enough. Soon the formation in ranks by the enemy had vised its way around the perimeter and began to strangle the rebellion in a battle where even one false move in a strategy would cost many lives. Soon the toll was dropping.
Suddenly there was the sound of thunder in the distance and the Bloodborn warriors appeared. Once more the fight was fair. “FOR VALEN!!” Barden hollered, as it gave them the boost they needed to fight on. In a turning of tides they began to retreat. While Nara and Adrian's colors gave chase the Lions roared in the mire of blood and death. “VICTORY!!”
Barden had arrived in the infirmary with the rest of those needing tending and once seen too he looked around and discovered Lea gone. He wondered where she could have gone too.
Reaver: Finally, Reaver decides to end the culling of the herd, ordering a halt and bringing his Bloodborn to heel. He circles over them, waiting for the remaining blood-energy to accumulate, then without a word five legions of warriors about-face and begin a full-out run back to the castle. They move as a pack, the tattooing of their feet upon the ground a slow, low rumble as the ground seems to fly away beneath them. Reaver precedes them by a fair margin, his mount able to fly much faster even than they can run, and as Leiden slowly over-flies the castle, he slides out of the saddle-shaped depression in his mount's back, and onto a particularly close parapet, landing heavily but solidly on his feet. He opens the hatch to get into the castle itself, descending the stairs and closing the hatch behind him, securing it firmly before descending into the shadows of the castle itself. First and foremost he seeks out Phoenix, sensing that she is in Nara's presence as well and traveling through the halls in that direction.
Phoenix: Watching as Lea follows the Generals out of the Keep Phoenix ponders for a moment what to do next, for she has no wish to go inside, and the child with her seemed to share her decision, squirming in her grip until she put him down, allowing him to stand, one hand gripped tight to her skirt. A sound from above, familiar and welcome, draws Phoenix’s attention and the child at her sides breaks into walk which builds in speed as the toddler attempts to keep himself from falling to the flagstones. Phoenix herself is after him in heartbeats, capturing the boy under his arms and lifting him to the extent of her reach. The flood of relief she feels is dizzying, for, as nightmarish as the battle between Reaver and his brother was, the fact he is within the Keep once more reassures her. “Home, spark!” she squeals, her joy flooding the infant until he too giggles with it. Her mind spans out, touching both Nara and Adrian in it’s search. “And Pap’a, and Mam’a wont be long. No, wont be long.” Her assurances take on almost a singing quality even as she settles the babe to her shoulder once more, before being forced to put him down yet again as his excited squeals announce his wish to run. Phoenix allows it, staying where she is as the child appears to run uncared for, but the first trip the boy makes shows what a lie such an impression is; his fall, enough to scrape hands and knees, is slowed to near stillness, the impact gentle. Phoenix smiles, one part of her mind still tracking her mentor’s movement.
Pali'shol: The guard watched Lea as she thought about whether she wished the portal or not. Seeing the others had left, Lea chose to go on horseback. “Make sure a portal is open soon. The wounded will need to be brought up easier than on the trail.” Nodding as if that had been the perfect solution all along, she then hurried out the gate with the two guards sent to escort her.
Pali watched as Adrian was approaching them and recognized him from the battlefield. It was hard not to notice the size and breadth of the man Nara now introduced. Nodding from her saddle she spoke clear and calm. “A pleasure, Adrian, but I assure you all is well.” She glanced to the field and saw the rest of the soldiers and wounded beginning to head back to the trails that would lead up to the Keep. “If you two will excuse me, I will see to Ferae and the rest of our people and bring them up to meet you formally.” She managed to smile though it didn't quite make it to her eyes. “I believe a more appropriate greeting as we had intended may sit better with Lord Aleang'hymn.” She moved to scoot her horse around the two as they looked to one another. “I look forward to us having a proper greeting in light of all that has transpired.” She nodded and headed back down the trail before either could respond. Perhaps it was rude, but she knew Ferae wouldn't want to be seen as weak with the pain he was obviously feeling. She needed to get down there to help bear some of the burden so he could do his diplomatic duties. Now was not a time for weakness.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:52:50 GMT
« Reply #21 on: Apr 28th, 2008, 8:45pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shadi saw Pali coming down the switchback and smiled. Leave it to her to end up down there alone despite whole of the allies troops ready to escort her. He laughed softly and whispered to her mind. * I hope you were behaving little mouse. Would hate for us to start off on a bad foot with these fine warriors. * He knew his light voice would calm her, it always did. He was the only one who could get thru her battle addled brain same as she was the only one who could reach the Prince when he was in the depths of Winter's Chill.
Adrian: Adrian nods at the introduction, eyeing the elf with a guarded sympathy. He knew well what the kind of bond he and Nara shared could drive a person to do, often against their own best interests. It had driven Nara from her bed soon after her empathy awakened, almost sent Adrian into the thick of a battle to attempt rescue, had Reaver not stepped in. Perhaps that was why he gave the silent signal to the horse that carried him to dance sideways slightly, allowing Pali past even as he glanced to Nara, raising his own shoulders in a slight shrug. He turned in the saddle, watching until the elf was safely out of immediate earshot before he reached forward to catch one of his shieldmate’s hands. “B’ guessin’ ‘tis Reaver’s healin’ tha’ lets ye ride, b’loved.” He eyes her, carefully, aware of her stubborn nature when it came to keeping up appearances. “B’ healed though? ‘ain't having mair cuts since th’ spell?
Alannara: Nara nodded, drawing her mount aside and letting Pali pass, now that she seemed calmer. "I'm fine, loverling. Nothing new since Reaver's healing, though," her gaze thoughtfully followed the elf, "I'm sure that it surprised our guests." She glance ruefully down at where her leather armor had been sliced open. "What is it that Reaver says about Generals not belonging in the midst of battle?" she added lightly. "I think I'm going to need new armor." Turning her horse so that it was headed back up the road, she glanced over at him, letting her eyes drift over him, checking him out, though she figured that if Reaver had healed her, he'd probably done the same with Adrian. "And you beloved?" Before she could answer, she cringed. "Gods above and below! I forgot to tell the family that the battle was over! I'd better not let the girls see the armor. Mam and Da would understand but I'm not sure the girls would." Nudging her horse into a trot, she became thoughtful. "I also want to make sure that the quarters are ready, as well as the fact that there will be food appropriate to our guest being served." She didn't even seem to notice how incongruent it sounded for her to speak as a warrior in one moment, then suddenly like a housewife the next.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:53:42 GMT
« Reply #22 on: Jun 5th, 2008, 9:06pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- May 5, 2008 Avarill
Adrian: Rousing himself from the warmth of his bed had always been Adrian’s least favorite part of the day. It had not improved his mood when he’d finally dressed, to look out at a endless expanse of gray cloud, and the constant drizzle which promised the kind of damp which annoyed without ever posing a serious threat. He had thought, then, that the weather might be nothing but an irksome factor in his day. At this moment, however, valiantly ignoring the violent hammering of the hail on the window of the study he’d taken as his own it was proving to be a significantly larger distraction. Across the sky black clouds rolled, swept by winds that whistled through old cracks in stone and alternately tried to reach down the chimney to snuff out the fire in the grate, or pull it up the flume. Eventually he slammed the book shut, the great tomb making a satisfactory slam against the desk, and pushed himself to his feet, wincing slightly at the movement of muscles that had been stationary too long. Stalking to the window he could see those on sentry attempting to huddle round braziers, fighting to keep their cloaks covering as much of them as possible. Foul weather, and guaranteed to produce a similar temperament in many, driven indoors by the wet and kept there by the wind… Halfway to the door he heard hurried conversation, the dialect thick and the tone serious. Palm met forehead in a mighty slap, almost dazing himself with the power of it. Damnation! Locked within the Keep was bad enough, the ability of Nara’s clan to corner him for any one of a thousand details they appeared to be set on having him intimately involved in put a whole new spin on such captivity. Still… he glanced back at the abandoned desk, and with a shudder decided that, even that was the lesser of two evils when compared with continued reading.
Reaver: The constant niggling of the Lasheeas has driven Reaver to distraction, and he finds himself seeking an excuse to give them some trouble, so he decides it may be time to help rescue his bond-brother from the endless parade of items that seeks him out. In fact, as he approaches Adrian's study, he sees yet another person trying to 'discuss' the importance of something with Adrian's door guard. Reaver steps between then, pausing to glare hotly and unnervingly at yet another Lasheea who wishes to interrupt Adrian's personal time. The silence is resounding, as the guard smirks behind Reaver's imposing frame and the intruder swallows thickly, then Reaver opens the door and closes it behind him solidly. Leaning back against it casually, his entire weight anchored firmly where it is, he looks at Adrian's harried features and chuckles dryly. "You need a vacation, brother," he comments, a smirk riding the words and settling into his features with a natural ease. "This whole event seems to be more trouble than it's worth. Everyone here already knows you two are bound for life, but it seems a select few feel something more....official....is required. Why do you humans feel such a burning need to complicate things?" This he asks with a combination of condescension and genuine curiosity, for he feels no such urges to do something as silly as that. His Chosen is his Chosen, and nothing in the world but he and she will ever change that.
Fera'emar: Sat quietly upon the chair within his guest quarters, he had asked for permission to move some of the furnishings. Having set up the table as a sort of makeshift desk he sat relaxing rather awkwardly on the chair, his arm across his abdomen. Swallowing he furrowed his brows slightly at the strange sort of customs the humans had, though then again many of the elven lands had came up with similar, though these held much fascination. The fact in many cultures that they held esteem and rank from battle rather then knowledge was bizarre to him, something he would most certainly have to research. Many other things caught his curious mind as well, one causing him to set the book down and push himself from the chair. Moving over to his bed he undid some of his saddle bags, giving a sight groan as the jacket caught burnt flesh, taking out a few other books and a journal he went back to the table, all but ignoring the slight tappings of rain upon the glass panes.
Phoenix: Out on the wall those mercenaries unlucky enough to have pulled sentry duty took turns doing all they could to keep their minds from the bitter wind and battering rain. Occasionally a roared melody (of sorts) could be heard over the wind, usually of a lively nature, almost always involving a ‘busty wench’ along the way. Only one within their number took no note of the surroundings, either the weather or the banter which attempted to drive back the furious misery of it. This figure stood shorter, the cloak wrapped around it over sized, almost brushing the stone beneath, when the wind allowed it to stray from a horizontal flap. In truth, Phoenix was watching other things, her mind utterly elsewhere. Within her mind she stood, dry and unruffled, on an endless beach of white sand, under a dead sky. “It is important.” She grinds out, her irate tone signaling that this discussion was not one just begun. “We are not slaves to your will. We do not clean up after you, child.” The male voice grinds out it’s words, it’s owner’s dark eyes surveying her with rebuke. Beside him, the woman placed a hand on his arm, an attempt to keep the peace. “For a wedding…” By her sides, both in her mind and physically, Phoenix clenched her fists. “Not discussing!” She snaps, only to have a hand fasten securely over her mouth, eyes the mirror of her own glaring appearing inches from her face. This one does not speak, it is not necessary; She is being foolish, they know it, the man is playing on it, and they know that too. Her shove is rough, pushing him back with annoyance, but she remains silent now, waiting.
Leathynos: Leathynos had been summoned by Nara to go to the quarters of a visiting elf prince. Packing her Medicine bag, dagger and dressings. She dressed herself in simple elven gown, suitable for a visit to a Prince. She had one of the servants bring her to his rooms where she found Shadi standing guard outside. Lea nodded respectfully, and was led into the room, where she nodded respectfully to the prince.” General Alaneesha has sent me m’lord, what healing can I offer you?”
xcountryrunner_05: Motioning to his men the 100 rangers he had left the fort to recruit some time ago. The men quickly and quietly moved into position out side the old fort. His actions were only precaution not knowing if the fort had been taken or not. His eyes scanned as the fortress its self looked in tact with a bit more improvements since the last time he laid eyes upon it. His body weary from the travels and beaten from the many trials he faced whilst he was gone. His stature was still that of the old bodyguard that stood stoned faced next to Nara almost a year ago. His armor now leather with only a steel breastplate and some chain mail that covered his right shoulder his style was more of a mercenary than anything the men behind him wore similar suits of armor. He then acknowledged the command to move out onto the open road. men doing so with no question quickly and smoothly. his body moved out as well onto the path his step majestic and sturdy int he mud. His face met with one of the guards standing sentry at the gate to the fortress his height towering of the poor man. "Hail! I am Gabriel I come with reinforcements.” His voice booming echoing into the fortress itself as if to serve an alternate purpose. As he waited one guard ordered him to wait as he went to report the newcomers. He then turned to his men and slowly waved them down to rest from the journey as they wait. He walked to a tree and leaned against it his eyes narrowing in on the other sentry at the gate noticing the man was young in his years unlike that of taken into his dark brown hair. His eyes were still the icy blue that they had always been just a tad but more empty now from his rugged paths.
Adrian: The moment the door opens before him, Adrian tenses, readying himself for another demand-phrased-as-a-question. Surely, he thought, surely he’d be safe from them with a guard. He had long since stopped attempting to lock the door, finding that children of a thief and a mercenary were all quite capable of handling the old locks on the Keep doors. Seeing Reaver’s profile he both relaxes and grins, ruefully, retreating the handful of steps to the desk, leaning back against it. “Vacation? Brother, do you not remember the battle?” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to the furious rain outside. He drops the hand, folding his arms before him and rolling his neck as though to rid himself of some of the tension the whole business was creating in him. “Isna mah doin’.” He states, finally, his dialect slipping easily. There was no need to keep the ‘Noble’ way of speaking before Reaver, for he knew well enough Adrian and Nara’s origins, and cared little about them. “B’ thinkin’ ‘s long ‘s everyone kent, b’t…” he shrugs, slightly, his expression communicating clearly how clueless he is in this subject. “B’ thinkin’ ‘t’s a need t’ celebrate. T’ come t’gether ahn acknowledge ‘t.” Again he shrugs, one hand rising to rub his face before settling again. “B’ain't understandin’ th’ need o’ ‘t. B’t b’ makin’ her happy. Ahn tha’s th’ point ‘o ‘t, ‘n th’ end.”
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:54:35 GMT
« Reply #23 on: Jun 5th, 2008, 9:08pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ala: There was no way that Nara could avoid all her family. Not with her mother deciding that she needed a wedding DRESS. Nara shuddered, thinking about the fitting she'd just managed to leave. She hadn't worn a dress since she'd lost her memory. How she was going to explain to Adrian that he was going to be fitted for a new set of clothing, she had no idea. Her mother, bless her and curse her at the same time, had decided that since they were "living in style" and that she'd "come up in the world" was bound and determined that the wedding would do a noble proud. The girls were even working on new outfits for the twins and had asked her to get Phoenix to see them. Her mother had asked about Reaver and she hoped that when she said for them to leave the mage alone, that they would. Right now, she needed a distraction. A BIG distraction! As she strode...perhaps fled would be a better word...down the stairs and to the Great Hall, she pondered a way of just finding a priest, getting all this over with and then presenting the fact to her parents after the deed. She sighed, knowing she wouldn't but it was such a PLEASANT thought! Her mother had her heart set on seeing her oldest daughter wedded. Her lips twitched. With the twins, she couldn't deny she'd been bedded! As she reached the Great Hall, the door flew open and a draft caused the tapestries on the walls to flutter and the flame of the torches to flicker as a guard from the gate entered the room, water streaming off of her armor. Spying Nara, she shut the door and walked over, coming to attention and saluting. "General Lasheea, there be people at th' front gates, summun sayin' sumthin' 'bout recruits." Nara nodded, looking towards the door and catching the eye of a servant. "Please inform General Rustam that I'll be at the front gate, checking out some new recruits." With those words, she gestured for the guard to lead the way, grabbed and slung her waterproof cloak over her shoulders and followed out to the gate. Climbing the ladder to the ramparts, she was advised that the person stated that his name was Gabriel. "Open the gates man!" she told him over her shoulder before looking back over the walls. "Welcome back Gabriel!"
Reaver: At a distance, Reaver can sense Phoenix's family discussion, but it's an unfocused sense, for the Spellweb is sensitive, but not quite that sensitive without his specific focus. Clearly she is irritated, but as long as she is at reasonable levels he finds no reason to be overly concerned with it. Her well-being is his greatest concern, followed by his brother and sister who are soon to be wed. His own matters, of course, are primary, but in this they run in line with the others. That was the reason he enacted the bond with Adrian and Nara, and thus now stands at their side rather than in contention with them. A disputatious nature he was given upon creation, and as such he calls none friend, and the few he calls family are of two categories: Those to support and protect, and those to kill. His nature and means of doing so are different than others' though, and it is plain in his response to his bond-brother's words. "Celebrate, yes, I suppose this is the most joyous moment the castle's ever seen. You looked particularly happy when I arrived." His tone is derisive, the statement punctuated with a snort that would make a bull proud, shaking his head and vowing mentally that under no circumstances will he suffer such bother when he finally claims Phoenix as his own.
Fera'emar: Looked up as the door swung open, quill still in hand as he sat with his journal open taking notes for future reference. Setting down his quill he first shot a glance at Shadi who shrugged slightly and mouthed, 'She was sent by the blade lady.' before leaning against the wall to watch, Shadi's eyes idlely roaming over the gown and form. Fera however moved his gaze to her eyes, his eyes emotionless, his mouth a straight line as he remained silent watching but a moment. "While I appreciate the offer Mistress, my mind lays with my men." Shifting slightly to sit up, his lips only tightened slightly to show discomfort as he sat more erect and full.
Fera'emar: Shadi went to speak but a look from Fera silenced the intake to but a breathing exercise. Returning his attention to Lea, his words were still in common, holding no hint of accent or discomfort with the human speech, "Once you are able to tell me if my men are well, and that Pali'shol my shield, is taken care of and well, I will allow addressing of my own needs, until then however, I will not permit it." Turning back to the book he was taking notes from he raised his quill once more, leaning a bit to the right as once again he sought a more comfortable position.
Phoenix: “Not slaves, child.” He snaps in return, seeming to ignore the intrusion of the younger male on her speech. “Been made so in the past. No longer! The Errant Child will not order us!” She is aware, in almost perfect clarity, of the moment the younger man leapt forwards, attempting to get between herself and the elder. Similarly, beside him the woman reaches out, tugging at his hand in a way which indicates silence is the best course of action. It is, however, apparently too late for that, for the strike Phoenix casts out flashes a brilliant blue as it crashes into him, and while he slides backwards several feet, he appears unharmed. Unharmed, but furious. “Devil Child!” His roar rocks her mindscape, and she takes a step backwards, suddenly alone, the other two within her mind pushed to one side. His return blast sends her several feet into the air, though she lands in a crouch. “No! Am not! Will not!” She pushes herself upright as the woman- Her mother, she acknowledges with some reluctance- moves to the man. “One day, for peace. For peace, love.” She coaxes, even as two hands rest on Phoenix’s shoulders, silent restraint and reassurance. Her father snarls, but the appearance of others inside the Keep is something Phoenix can no longer ignore. Finally he waves a hand, dismissing her from this shared space. “One Day.” He grants, and it vanishes, leaving Phoenix standing shocked in the rain, surprised to win yet furious she had to fight so hard for such a simple request. But it would be done. Her nightmares, her flashbacks, the voices of others… All would be hidden, squashed, by those bound to her soul. Just for one day.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:55:23 GMT
« Reply #24 on: Jun 5th, 2008, 9:09pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Leathynos: Leathynos did not flinch or let her sapphire eyes waver as the noble elf looked at her features. She then nodded speaking in high elf to him..”I see m’lord, so you are selfish enough to be a martyr and risk a worsening of your wounds, rather then heal your body so that you can serve your men as their leader?” Her town was not offensive or challenging, she simply made a statement as she saw it. She watched him after her words ended. To see if there was any movement before bowing again and preparing to leave. She had spent many hours in the elven courts and knew that such pomp and circumstance was ridiculous when it came to the wounded.
xcountryrunner_05: As the gates opened his eyes scanned the inside. hearing the call of his name he glanced up noticing a familiar face he then looked to his men and signaled them inside he slowly waited outside for every man to make his way into the walls. He then looked back up nodding to Nara "Aye it is good to be back home again!” He shouted as he then turned to move into the courtyard. His eyes scanned the place for a nice barracks for his men to rest in but to no avail they all seemed to be taken his eyes then came upon his second in command "Jarvis! you see to the men and their quarters I must see an old friend." He then turned swiftly to face Nara, he then moved to the ramparts and climbed to meet her on level ground "So, my old friend we meet again. How have you faired this past year?" He chuckled a bit then looked off across the dreary landscape. silently waiting for the response of his once young pupil.
Adrian: Adrian levels a look at Reaver, not so much as to imply he speaks out of turn, but rather to indicate he has missed, by sheer fact of being himself, the important factor. “Ne’er said ah was. B’t when yer general’s o’ ahn army as needs runnin’. Needs pushin’ forwards ahn tol’ there's hope ‘s well ‘s defeats on th’ way, they b’ needin’ morale. Ahn a celebration b’ tha’. R’minder tha’ there b’ life beyon’ th’ battlefield.” The corner of Adrian’s mouth quirks slightly as he continues. “Yer learnin tha’ ah think.” Here, however, he shrugs, nodding towards the door. “Why th’ family b’ sae set ‘n ‘t ahm no sure, ‘cept she's their daughter. B’ lovin’ ‘er, ahn ‘ts nae like they kin keep ‘er fae harm, aye?” He finishes the sentence just as there a swift rapping at the door, followed by a twist of the handle and the slightest movement indicating a failed attempt to walk through both door and Reaver himself. There is a pause, and the voice calls through. “General. General Lasheea says t’ tell ye of folks at th’ gate. Recruits, she says. Ahn she's goin’ out tae meet ‘em.” At this, Adrian casts a look over his shoulder, as though hoping that by some luck the weather would have changed in moments. “Aye.” He calls back a moment later, a slight sigh escaping as he stands again. He had truly been hoping to avoid venturing out in that. He waited just long enough for Reaver to clear the door before moving out of it, aware Reaver’s natural walking speed was almost as quick as his own should he wish it to be he saw no need to shorten his pace and, pausing only to collect a waterproof cloak (which, alas, covered significantly less of him than it did of his shield mate) he stepped out into the pouring rain.
Reaver: The heightened struggle between Phoenix and her family flickers more brightly at the edge of his mind, but he continues to let it be. She is capable of handling it, he believes, for though their concerted focus is apparently enough to overwhelm her, in this they seem somewhat divided. All to her advantage, he decides, and continues to focus on Adrian, who needs his presence more, currently. As he is about to speak, however, he finds someone pushing rather ineffectually at the door he has pinned behind him, and the delivery of the message makes him grunt in irritation. Rolling his eyes, he grabs the door-handle and pulls it open, sardonically gesturing for Adrian to lead on. As they leave the study, Reaver murmurs "If it's not one thing, it's another," followed by an irritated sigh. Passing through the halls out toward the courtyard, Reaver decides to moderate the weather significantly. The order goes out, and the outer surface of the Spellweb suddenly flares to life, glowing with a faint, hellish crimson as it begins to screen out first the hail, then the rain as well. It wouldn't do to have all three Generals present and completely assaulted by the elements, after all.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:56:47 GMT
« Reply #25 on: Jun 5th, 2008, 9:10pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ala: As soon as the gates were open, she climbed back down the ladder and went to greet Gabriel with a smile, ignoring the foul weather and the rain dripping inside of her cloak. Catching the order to his second-in-command, Nara takes on her normal demeanor of authority. "If you go to the second barracks to the left, there should be room in there for your troops." As soon as he nodded, she turned back to look at Gabriel. "How about you and I go back up to the Fortress and you can fill me in on all your men? I'm sure that Adrian will have some questions." She chuckled softly. "Besides, it'll get us out of this wet." She reminded herself to send a servant to Lord Aleang'hymn's quarters, requesting his presence. It seemed like a good time to introduce Adrian to him. She grimaced hoping that her family was at least leaving the elf alone. Friendly as they were, she highly doubted it, particularly her mother!
Fera'emar: Slowly he laid the quill down once more after she spoke. Sliding his fingers over old pages he slid his thumb beneath the cover, giving his wrist a quick twist to slap the book shut with an abrupt 'pop'. Sliding his hands over the journal and book he placed his palms to the arms of his chair. Shadi's eyes widened slightly as Fera rose from the chair, "Wait my liege.." He began but was cut off with a nonchalant wave from Fera. Standing to his full height, his face showed no sign of pain though slightest dampening of perspiration showed on his brow, his eyes remaining cold, almost predatory as his mind felt the chilling breeze, "Martyr? You speak as if you ever gave your life to a cause. Never, and yes I do mean Never speak to me in such a fashion without first knowing me. I would gladly give my life to and for each and every man beneath me, those men and women are the reason I even came here. Would I die so that three might live by the time and care you would give to me, yes. Would I die so that one might find that these lands aren't savage but indeed care for them, yes." Turning from her he looked to the panes of glass, the rivulets of water which slowly traversed it's smoothness, " Leave my quarters you insolent wench, and only return if you know anything of my men or Pali'shol."
Phoenix: Phoenix blinks into the rain, realizing it has been some time since she was truly paying attention of the physical, for the cloak, which had been heavy, when it had been thrown around her shoulders was now an enormous weight around her, though it had, thankfully, kept the worst of the rain off. Even as she considered it the weather seemed to slacken, then die completely, and Phoenix tilts her head upwards to survey the Spellweb above with a smile. Turning her eyes pick out Nara’s shape, and as she looked towards the doors the shapes of both Adrian, and Her Mentor. This, in turn, makes her smile broader. For short of the sparks all those she cherishes with such strength are together, or at least, close by. It is Reaver, she knows, that she must thank for the sudden lack of elemental assault, and files it away for later. For the moment, however, she moves slowly towards the ladders, with no intention of joining her protectors. They’re busy, she can feel it in their minds and… she thinks with a half smile… the three of them together would attract the Clan, something Phoenix herself is trying hard to avoid. With this in mind she heads around the side of the Keep towards the kitchens, and beyond that, down the stairs towards the Lair. After such arguments with her own kin, she was in no mood for the mental-trespassing that would occur being bumped and prodded by Nara’s own. In Ferae's chamber’s Lea’s face whitened as he stood, his insults causing her expression to tighten. Insolent Wench? The very thought made her bite her tongue upon her retort, and rather than dignify such arrogant gentry with a response she simply turned on her heel and with quick, measured steps, left the presence of his –apparently irate- majesty.
xcountryrunner_05: He nodded greatly as the water ran down his face for he had no cloak to protect him from the cold rain he then turned to see his men filing into the barracks. " good they can rest, we have traveled far int he past few days" he then looked to Nara and smiled " yes let us get out of this wetness" he then looked to the fortress and slowly started to walk turning as if to make sure Nara was joining him " how goes the fortress?" he then spotted the people exiting the hall as if to greet him or to brandish him " and whom might they be?" he slowly stopped the mud sinking into his boots he then looked to Nara " the forces have grown a bit haven't they" he chuckled some more he then started to trudge further on and into the fort shaking off the water that had accumulated on him he looked around in awe.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:57:40 GMT
« Reply #26 on: Jun 5th, 2008, 9:12pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- May 16, 2008 Avarill
adrian_rustam: Adrian levels a look at Reaver, not so much as to imply he speaks out of turn, but rather to indicate he has missed, by sheer fact of being himself, the important factor. “Ne’er said ah was. B’t when yer general’s o’ ahn army as needs runnin’. Needs pushin’ forwards ahn tol’ there's hope‘s well ‘s defeats on th’ way, they b’ needin’ morale. Ahn a celebration b’ tha’. R’minder tha’ there b’ life beyon’ th’ battlefield.” The corner of Adrian’s mouth quirks slightly as he continues. “Yer learnin tha’ ah think. Here, however, he shrugs, nodding towards the door. “Why th’ family b’ sae set ‘n ‘t ahm no sure, ‘cept she's their daughter. B’ lovin’ ‘er, ahn ‘ts nae like they kin keep ‘er fae harm, aye?” He finishes the sentence just as there a swift rapping at the door, followed by a twist of the handle and the slightest movement indicating a failed attempt to walk through both door and Reaver himself. There is a pause, and the voice calls through. “General. General Lasheea says t’ tell ye of folks at th’ gate. Recruits, she says. Ahn she's goin’ out tae meet ‘em.” At this, Adrian casts a look over his shoulder, as though hoping that by some luck the weather would have changed in moments. “Aye.” He calls back a moment later, a slight sigh escaping as he stands again. He had truly been hoping to avoid venturing out in that. He waited just long enough for Reaver to clear the door before moving out of it, aware Reaver’s natural walking speed was almost as quick as his own should he wish it to be he saw no need to shorten his pace and, pausing only to collect a waterproof cloak (which, alas, covered significantly less of him than it did of his shieldmate) he stepped out into the pouring rain.
bloodlord_reaver_zerstorung: The heightened struggle between Phoenix and her family flickers more brightly at the edge of his mind, but he continues to let it be. She is capable of handling it, he believes, for though their concerted focus is apparently enough to overwhelm her, in this they seem somewhat divided. All to her advantage, he decides, and continues to focus on Adrian, who needs his presence more, currently. As he is about to speak, however, he finds someone pushing rather ineffectually at the door he has pinned behind him, and the delivery of the message makes him grunt in irritation. Rolling his eyes, he grabs the door-handle and pulls it open, sardonically gesturing for Adrian to lead on. As they leave the study, Reaver murmurs "If it's not one thing, it's another," followed by an irritated sigh. Passing through the halls out toward the courtyard, Reaver decides to moderate the weather significantly. The order goes out, and the outer surface of the Spellweb suddenly flares to life, glowing with a faint, hellish crimson as it begins to screen out first the hail, then the rain as well. It wouldn't do to have all three Generals present and completely assaulted by the elements, after all.
Alannara_Lasheea: As soon as the gates were open, she climbed back down the ladder and went to greet Gabriel with a smile, ignoring the foul weather and the rain dripping inside of her cloak. Catching the order to his second-in-command, Nara takes on her normal demeanor of authority. "If you go to the second barracks to the left, there should be room in there for your troops." As soon as he nodded, she turned back to look at Gabriel. "How about you and I go back up to the Fortress and you can fill me in on all your men? I'm sure that Adrian will have some questions." She chuckled softly. "Besides, it'll get us out of this wet." She reminded herself to send a servant to Lord Aleanghymn's quarters, requesting his presence. It seemed like a good time to introduce Adrian to him. She grimaced, hoping that her family was at least leaving the elf alone. Friendly as they were, she highly doubted it, particularly her mother!
Feraemar Aleanghymn: Slowly he laid the quill down once more after she spoke. Sliding his fingers over old pages he slid his thumb beneath the cover, giving his wrist a quick twist to slap the book shut with an abrupt 'pop'. Sliding his hands over the journal and book he placed his palms to the arms of his chair. Shadi's eyes widened slightly as Fera rose from the chair, " Wait my liege.." He began but was cut off with a nonchalant wave from Fera. Standing to his full height, his face showed no sign of pain though slightest dampening of perspiration showed on his brow, his eyes remaining cold, almost predatory as his mind felt the chilling breeze, " Martyr? You speak as if you ever gave your life to a cause. Never, and yes I do mean Never speak to me in such a fashion without first knowing me. I would gladly give my life to and for each and every man beneath me, those men and women are the reason I even came here. Would I die so that three might live by the time and care you would give to me, yes. Would I die so that one might find that these lands aren't savage but indeed care for them, yes." Turning from her he looked to the panes of glass, the rivulets of water which slowly traversed it's smoothness, " Leave my quarters you insolent wench, and only return if you know anything of my men or Pali'Shol."
forever_tainted_innocence: Phoenix blinks into the rain, realizing it has been some time since she was truly paying attention of the physical, for the cloak, which had been heavy, when it had been thrown around her shoulders was now an enormous weight around her, though it had, thankfully, kept the worst of the rain off. Even as she considered it the weather seemed to slacken, then die completely, and Phoenix tilts her head upwards to survey the spellweb above with a smile. Turning her eyes pick out Nara’s shape, and as she looked towards the doors the shapes of both Adrian, and Her Mentor. This, in turn, makes her smile broader, for, short of the sparks all those she cherishes with such strength are together, or at least, close by. It is Reaver, she knows, that she must thank for the sudden lack of elemental assault, and files it away for later. For the moment, however, she moves slowly towards the ladders, with no intention of joining her protectors. They’re busy, she can feel it in their minds and… she thinks with a half smile… the three of them together would attract the Clan, something Phoenix herself is trying hard to avoid. With this in mind she heads around the side of the Keep towards the kitchens, and beyond that, down the stairs towards the Lair. After such arguments with her own kin, she was in no mood for the mental-trespassing that would occur being bumped and prodded by Nara’s own.
Leathynos Silthas: In Fera’s chamber’s Lea’s face whitened as he stood, his insults causing her expression to tighten. Insolent Wench? The very thought made her bite her tongue upon her retort, and rather than dignify such arrogant gentry with a response she simply turned on her heel and with quick, measured steps, left the presence of his –apparently irate- majesty.
Gabriel Folshire: He nodded greatly as the water ran down his face for he had no cloak to protect him from the cold rain he then turned to see his men filing into the barracks. " good they can rest, we have traveled far in the past few days" he then looked to Nara and smiled " yes let us get out of this wetness" he then looked to the fortress and slowly started to walk turning as if to make sure Nara was joining him " how goes the fortress?" he then spotted the people exiting the hall as if to greet him or to brandish him " and whom might they be?" he slowly stopped the mud sinking into his boots he then looked to Nara " the forces have grown a bit haven’t they" he chuckled some more he then started to trudge further on and into the fort shaking off the water that had accumulated on him he looked around in awe.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:58:27 GMT
« Reply #27 on: Jun 5th, 2008, 9:30pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- forever_tainted_innocence: It took some time for Phoenix to venture out of the lair and back into the main body of the castle after her capture by Nara’s family. Indeed although it was a somewhat less torturous affair than her true capture by Lord Adamire, it was by no means pleasant. Phoenix resented the Clan’s decision that her entirety had to be transformed into numbers. This, she decided, was not an experience to be repeated, and something indeed to be actively avoided. Her escape from her chambers below had gone unnoticed, however, sneaking out as she felt the movements of troops between shifts, merging with those coming off duty, and those going on. Enough confusion, thankfully, to allow her access to her charges, banishing the nurses for the time being allowed both Phoenix herself and the children she took to caring for some degree of normality. They loved the fuss, she could feel it within their minds, the attention was exactly what they craved, and yet… despite being kin, these were strange kin, and often the play was tiring. A small amount of time with Phoenix, familiar as she was, was a comfort in such changing times. It was only when, at last, the babes began to tire, and she relented, putting the Sparks temporarily to bed that she found herself in imminent danger. Without something to occupy her mind, Phoenix would have to wander, and by wandering open herself to further hijacking by the family. It is by pure fluke, then, that her mind turned to Lea, and the multitude of tasks the healer often attempted that required no actual healing. There, surely, would be some destruction. The almost habitual check of her three protectors revealed her mentor appeared to be on a similar route. Adjusting appropriately, mind open wide to allow her to steer around those Lasheea’s that seemed to be webbed throughout the castle, it would not be long before she spotted Reaver’s silhouette and, rather than risking noise and discovery, reached out in a silent mental greeting.
Leathynos Silthas: Leathynos was again at the small temple in the healers garden with Lisseonna. The dark haired, golden eyed child was wrapped in a sling onto Lea’s back as she finished her prayers and went out into the garden. She was tired from the battle wounded and was taking a few moments to herself in the garden. A “dirt manicure” seemed very calming to her. She worked weeding a bed of Lemon verbena at the moment, the sent of lemons thick in the air around her.
Gabriel Folshire: Gabriel slowly awoke in the barracks that his men took residency in he looked about cracking his neck his back was stiff from the old cot he was sleeping on. He slowly stood and looked about his men had already taken to their daily training that he was so persistent about. He then walked to his pack and pulled out some eat and slowly began to eat as he prepared his things neatly on his rack. As he finished up in the barracks he then walked out side to look upon his men working hard his eyes then stretched and let out a large yawn his mind was elsewhere this day not particularly on his forces but upon the fact he was back in the old fort. The old fort had changed a bit and there had been a number of new faces unfamiliar to him
Reaver Zerstörung: Fortunately, with all the fiddling about that the Lasheeas are doing at present, the location that the child can be found is one less-frequented and more easily protected from them. He senses Phoenix's approach and slows his steps to allow her to catch up without effort, turning and offering his hand to her. As she moves close, he pulls her close and wraps his arms around her for a moment. Then, his destination already determined, he continues on his way without a word, merely a light kiss placed upon her hair. Stepping out into the open air is pleasant for him, the scents of the life that is so vital to his magic filling his nostrils pleasantly. He finds himself close enough to actually look upon the child, who is facing him, without having to disturb Lea in the slightest. He uses his life-sight to fully examine the child in moments, recording the information in thorough detail before turning away, leading Phoenix with him to a quieter locale. Using the Herjar to deflect the occasional intersecting Lasheeas, he brings them yet again to the roof of the Keep, Leiden's old lairing-spot, where he seats himself against the wall and lowers Phoenix beside him.
forever_tainted_innocence: Reaver’s greeting makes her smile, though her thoughts are already elsewhere. Tracking the main members of the Lasheea’s, and, safe beside her mentor, she goes so far as to reach for knowledge in them. When the wedding will be, sifting through the rolling expanse of thought which unnerves her even now for its strangeness. So many new within the keep, new and Important, unnerves her slightly and leaves her vaguely confused as to their motives. Not for long, however, for it is clear that Nara is their primary subject of attention, their focus on her, and her wedding so strong it is as thought they might make up for the distance between them most of the time by this one event. That explains the fuss to her somewhat, and she feels her irritation with it fade slightly, though she still would fight tooth and nail to avoid another fitting. Reaver’s pause brings her back to present affairs and she too focuses her thoughts on the child, though she scans it’s mind, not its body. It appears, for all intents, exactly as she expected, just as the Sparks had been at her age, which makes Phoenix shrug, raising her finger to her lips to indicate silence to the child, though she knows as well as any it will not understand the gesture. It is only when they are safely hidden on the rooftop that she speaks. “They caught her” she admits, finally, with almost a hint of disappointment. “Turned her into numbers like they wanted.”
Reaver Zerstörung: Reaver squeezes Phoenix lightly, his voice carrying well but quietly through the late-spring air. "By their standards, perhaps, but you are not one of them. You are one of us, and we do not think of you as numbers, geliebt. Particularly not I." A screech echoes all about, Qual sounding off about nothing in particular as it circles above the plateau. "Always remember that you are who you are no matter what," he murmurs to her as they soak up the warm sunlight. Yet again, and closer still, he feels the presence of yet another Vanír approaching, that characteristic brush against the fringes of his consciousness reminding him of things yet to come, as well as things he intends to be. It is here, side-by-side with his Chosen, that he finds himself in a rare moment of something resembling peace. Her presence has always mitigated the effects of his inborn fury, and has become even more effective since her return, preventing him from at least one significant event where he might have harmed an otherwise harmless party. He does not suffer the touch of others often, even less does he prefer it, and only one does he actively seeks it from.
forever_tainted_innocence: “I know.” It is an odd moment when her words are equally as calm and as comforting as his own. It is usual for her to need such reassurance, however, at least at this moment, she was bound closely enough to the man beside her, and often checking on the minds of the two other Generals to allow her to banish such fears with almost complete certainty. “Didn’t like it. Pushing and posing… more doll than flesh. Told them I had a new dress. My Awakening dress is pretty.” Qual’s screech makes her tilt her head back as though to search for the bird. “I like it, but they said it was not ‘appropriate’.” She snorts, derisively, apparently irritated by their need to seize onto it’s original intent. To reduce the body to ashes.. but that was not what it had become. It was what it was that held her eye, and her heart, for she owned little and what she did she treasured. “Only let them because it will make Máthair happy for her to do so.” There was a slight shrug, as though this negated any suffering Phoenix herself had experienced over the Wedding itself. It was what Nara wished, and therefore would be carried out despite whatever uncomfortable situations it might bring about. Family was important, and Nara was as close as she got to flesh kin. “They have plans for him, as Adrian’s brother.” She tells him, matter-of- factly expecting he was already aware of the role he was to play. She had been told no such thing but having Phoenix so close by had brought thoughts and plans over her mentor to the surface of their minds, indeed, it would have taken effort for Phoenix NOT to notice. Rolling her head slightly she surveys her mentor. “Mam’a has plans for him. Didn’t see what, didn’t look, but she doesn’t understand…” She sighs, heavily. “Will stay. Just in case. Mama’s pain would upset Máthair”
Reaver Zerstörung: Reaver snorts heavily, knowing that they could have all the 'plans' they wanted and it would amount to exactly nothing. He will do as he desires in this matter, and d**ned be those who try to tell him otherwise. However, he has no plans to fail in his actual part of the wedding, rather he simply will not accede to unnecessary requests directed at him, regardless of the individual from which they are issued. He does not ignore the warning however. "If they have plans, they will discuss them with me. If I do not find them acceptable, then that will be their problem, not mine. I will support my brother and sister, but the matron overreaches herself by leaps and bounds." He says this with both amusement and disdain, for while she seems to be a formidable woman, she has all the sense of a court jester if she thinks he will simply roll over to her demands. Phoenix's desire to make Nara happy is something he does not comment on, for few of her actions ever truly upset him. He knows her nature and understands it well enough that such things do not conflict with his Choice.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 9:59:37 GMT
« Reply #28 on: Jun 5th, 2008, 9:32pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Avarill May 17, 2008 Avarill
NARA: Nara was about ready to pull hair. Her own, those of the female members of her family or anyone that happened to cross her path and catch her in a bad mood. Not that things weren't going well or that the Nobles had sent another army to harass the Fortress. No. This time it was the invasion of the female half of her own family. Since she and Adrian had managed to locate and take over StoneTalon, her mother had it in mind that they were now "landed gentry" and her daughter was going to have the wedding that her mother envisioned that landed gentry had. Whether her daughter or her soon to be son-by-marriage agreed or not. Nara actually felt that it was the fact that with all the raids that the Rebels had done, which had increased the stores of such items like, in her mind, unusable silks and satins, her mother, sisters and sisters-by-marriage were having a field day. She had no idea that it took so many fittings to make one simple dress! Only, the dress wasn't so simple now, with a long train and so many doodads and geegaws on it that Nara had put her foot down and told them she wasn't going to walk anywhere with that much lace and gems because she wouldn't be able to walk, period! As it was, there were few places she and Adrian could go to to escape "THE WEDDING" plans, which were now firmly in capital letters in Nara's mind! She found herself either in the War Planning room, the training ring or overseeing troops just to find some form of peace, since her da had agreed with her and Adrian that the womenfolk could not interrupt their military strategy. Reaver and Phoenix had taken to hiding in his lair. She hadn't seen them in days! As for the Elven Ambassador, every time she thought she'd managed to sneak some time for her and Adrian to speak to him, the female contingent of the family spotted one or the other of them and cornered her. For such a tiny woman, Nara's mother was a force to be reckoned with. Even now, Nara felt like she was sneaking out of the keep and down to the stables, just to get away!
FERAE: Fera'emar silently stood leaning against the wood pillar of the blacksmiths area, oaken eyes watching every motion as he watched the steel of a new blade being flattened and formed. Crossing his arms over the embroidered leafing of his jacket he waited and watched. Pushing off the pillar finally as the blade didn’t curve even slightly he spoke up, “Might I show you a more proficient blade style?” His words didn’t change in any tone or pitch accept a questioning one. The smith gave a smirk, the large swarthy man seemed chiseled of the same stock his weapons were, bristles of unshaven beard shading his face almost as bad as soot and ash. Handing over the hammer and tongs Fera took them with little effort, swinging the hammer only slightly before saying, “ anything heavier?” The large smith chuckled and nodded tossing the hammer away as he grabbed ‘Betty’ his largest smithing hammer and gave it over to the lithe elf, figuring his arm would falter. Though he found himself surprised as the fancy dressed little elf not only swung the hammer in the air with ease but also let ring the steel better then most apprentices. As the smith began to speak about the slight curve the blade was taking Fera spoke, “Curving the blade will allow it to go through mail more easily, to avoid bones which will slow a strike, and take an edge. You will find the balancing easier as well. “ Giving the blade a toss into the coals Fera moved to the bellows, the smiths eyes widening as he worked the coals into bright red embers, this little elf seemed to know a thing or two after all.
FEREIO: After a good meal earlier today I decided to talk to the mages to see if there were any spells that I could either learn or even get a few tips for making them. Just a little something that may help I have always wanted to create my own spells and throw people for a loop when I used them in the mist of battle. Oddly enough something I have not done yet. It was ironic on how many battles I have had but yet I have yet to use the skills I am specialized in. there just have not been a good time to use it. .. That reminds me I have to get my sword beck from Minori or I will have to hope my alias come soon. I am starting to miss it. The weight and feel of the weapon as a strike it threw the air. Things that were obviously different from this weapon I had received in the mean time.
LEA: Leathynos walked along the hallways down the stairs to the main courtyard of the castle. There she spoke to Suri for a few moments before looking at the triage tent set in the corner not far from the smithy. She worked to take account of the supplies present. Clean the mess from the last group of arrivals and prepare for the next to come. Lea was thankful for the temporary lull in wounded.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:01:15 GMT
« Reply #29 on: Jun 5th, 2008, 9:32pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MINORI: Minori sat down thinking about the past while trying to think. Him and Lizbet had been at the village of Abadon for well over 3 days. After all that traveling on horse and his ass hurting not used to it, he wasn't in a good mood. The enclosure which would surely have to information they needed to get was secure and with no way inside what could they do. He looked at Lizbet asleep, who actually looked peaceful unlike the time she was nagging at him. Right now they had searched for info for ways into the enclosure and only food and servants were being allowed in. Sighing he looked at the blade Fereio had lent him. He had hoped info about Kitara would have also been heard, though not following what he needed to find, it was information he would love to find. He got up and wrote a note to Lizbet saying he was going to find a way in and that when he finds on he would meet her in the inn's bar. He grabs his cloak and goes out to ask around the village hoping that there would be another way other than the plan he had at that moment.
WOLF: The sails had been lowered and ores were taken out and used. The large man known as Wolfknightrider stood there at the front of the small ship looking forwards as the crew moved north from the large river, his eyes shift slowly to the right of were the Sundurian Plains were and took in the sigh with a soft smile his cracked ocean lips parting as he turns too shout towards the back and had the others move towards the left were what looked like woodland and mountains would be, they were half way from Tus river and planed on making camp in the woods. He hoped he wouldn't find any trouble but there was always a chance for his group, but it was up too him too be sure that things were safe so that the others waiting in the Vastapian Sea didn't move into unknown land. *The group of 10 dock to the left of the island and quickly take leave from the ship taking hold of large ropes strung to the front and began to pull the ship too shore, they were now left to move on foot.
NARA: As she reached the bottom of the stairs that led up to the second story of the keep and into the main courtyard, she was hailed by one of the commanders. With a near frantic look back up the stairs, Nara checked her reaction and assumed a calmer expression, though it was merely on the surface. She now had a feeling she knew how a hunted stag felt when being hounded through the woods. Nodding pleasantly, she waited until the commander joined her and she began walking along through the inner courtyard and heading towards the outer courtyard that held the stables. She nodded, remaining silent as the commander spoke of the placement of troops below the plateau, well away from the contingent of Elves that Lord Aleang'hymn had brought with him, though still within shouting distance should the need arise. The battle that they had fought a week before had been unexpected, as was the situation with Reaver's family. She still couldn't understand how a man could create a family who's sole purpose seemed to be to destroy each other, letting only the strongest remain, but then there were a lot of things about Reaver she knew that they would never understand. The commander, as he spoke, let slip that he had seen Lord Aleang'hymn within the black smithy and Nara's brow rose slightly in surprise, though she made no comment. She asked about the welfare of the troops and learned that most were doing well. The wounded had been tended and those lightly wounded had been given light duty until they were once again fit, while those with more serious wounds were still within the infirmary. Passing through the tunnel that led from the inner court to the outer court, Nara slowly began to relax, realizing that the female contingent of her family weren't going to pounce on her and drag her away to discuss THE WEDDING since she appeared to be in conference with one of her commanders. The feeling of relaxation increased as soon as they reached the outer court, where she knew her mother and the other women wouldn't be able to see her. Thanking the commander for his report, and slightly curious as to see what had drawn the Elven Lord to the smithy, Nara turned and headed in that direction. Spotting Lea headed towards one of the tents set up for the wounded, she nodded to her though she continued on her way to the smithy, wondering briefly what the elven lady made of their new potential allies. There weren't that many elves yet within their forces, except for the archers. Quite possibly, it made her feel more comfortable to be amongst her own kind again. Once within, she leaned against one of the walls, eyes widening to see the Elven Lord working with the steel, the blacksmith's apprentice working hard at the bellows, while the blacksmith listened to the elf. Her lips twitched as she listened, seeing the awe on an apprentice or two's faces. Down below the plateau, Raine rode her patrol, keeping in mind their orders from above that they were not to disturb the elven contingent unless they were spoken to first. The Generals had felt that such was necessary to let their possible allies become comfortable with the land and with humans being near them, at their own speed. Her gaze drifted up to the top of the plateau as she wondered what Fereio was doing at the moment, smiling as she thought of his aid when she was recovering from wounds from a previous encounter, wounds that had kept her out of the recent confrontation with the Nobles that had occurred just recently.
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