Fantasy Kamirotha: End of an Age

[Stickdom]

Elendynn Glace, River Hold City Streets

Cadwy had finally decided to show himself, the oaf had shown up last minute, but fully prepared, as seemed to be usual. Elendynn had already fitted herself with her desert gear, her face and body covered in her cloak, her eye glinting with a slight green glow from her goggles. She looked nothing more than a phantom in the night, which was another reason why the Rats wore it, it was excellent camouflage among the dark dunes at night. "Climb on, we don't have many hours before the sun is up, and I want to be through the mountain passes before that happens." She gestured to the crate behind her on the back of the Rider, Cadwy could sit there if he wished, show doubted he would be able to stay standing for the almost ten hour trip ahead of them.


When he was settled, they took off, slightly slowed by the extra weight, but still just as maneuverable. The dark made it the perfect time to travel, the monsters of the desert would all be hidden away in their caves and burrows, thieves would have a hard time tracking them through the sands in the pale moonlight, which have just enough shine to let her navigate. Her main guidance was the mountain range seperating Dro'fyr and Grove. She knew of passages between the mountains, several tunnels that led cleanly and directly through them, mostly used for business travels, and thus kept clear of obstructions or monsters. They reached the base of such a mountain, and she had to skirt north along its edge until she found the tunnel opening, which was labeled "Haven Route" by an imposingly large, but worn-down and rusty sign.


She had to keep her thoughts on keeping her rider moving, she had no extra power to turn and converse with Cadwy. If she became distracted and stopped now, the energy drain would be too much for her to try to pick up momentum again, and they would have to wait another full day for her to rest before they could continue on. As it was, if she kept this speed up, they should be able to make it with the amount of energy she had, especially since they exited the tunnel into a smooth and open road, well-worn with merchant travel and foot wear. They spent the next three hours after in a blur, her mind began to fuzz over from the strain, when they finally entered the city limits of Haven. Elendynn slid to a snail's pace, and then a halt outside of the gates, and lifeless lot flopped into a sitting position and then lay down inside they small belly of the Rider. She was exhausted, that was the longest she had ever run in one shot, any of her magic would be sent out of control for at least a full day. But, she smiled, looking back at Cadwy sitting on the crate behind her, "We're here," before she sat up, leaned against the mast, nodded her head and fell asleep.


@Trevor B Harper

 

[Trevor B Harper]

Cadwy Jetcoal

The dwarf looked at the huge castle-like town in awe, however, he was expecting something like this from a capital city. His back hurt from the traveling since he wasn't used to sitting for that long. Even the drinks in the tavern didn't take as much as this travel. He did see a lot of cool things though, that paid up for it.


"So what now?" He asked Elendynn confused. He didn't know where to go, what to do, he only knew that phrase mentioned in the letter both he and Elendynn had. "Ye mind leadin' me? 'cause I ain't got any idea where t'go." He continued. He didn't really want to get lost, and he hoped that as a sand rider she'd know where to go and what to do.


@Stickdom

 

[X3 Infernal Infinity]

Haven: The End of a Journey(?)

For what felt like the millionth time since her journey in Grove had began T.E.S.S.A was overwhelmed with a strong sense of familiarity with her surroundings. She was walking, leading her horse behind her at a rather relaxed pace as she drew closer to the city of Haven. Even at this distance the place brought a deep feeling of nostalgia to her. She stopped for a moment turning to check on her horse and give the creature a comforting pat on the nose. It snorted, pushing against her cheek in a display of affection. The trip here had been rather hard on the poor creature and T.E.S.S.A had already grown quite attached to the horse, who she had named Ballin. Crouching she moved to check the bandages wrapped around the lower half of the horse's foreleg.


Ballin had suffered a minor injury during the trip, the result of the terrain and the fact that he had been overworked and not very well treated before she had purchased him. The trip had been going well, they had cleared most of the distance the first day and stopped to rest in a village for the night. It had been a lack luster experience as most of the villages occupants weren't used to seeing ArcTech and especially not to the degree in which she possessed it. It had been clear that she had made them uncomfortable. That was something else that she was learning to get used to; having people be uncomfortable in her presence. She had never really thought of herself as strange, but she supposed that to other people someone like her would be. To her she was simply a person like everyone else she simply looked different and required a different manner of things to help her live. She would have worried more about it but she had left the next day on Ballin.


The two had travelled in the woods for some time, with the goal being to eventually merge on to the Haven route that came off from the Dro'fyr mountains. This of course took quite a bit of effort and during on trot Ballin had been caught by a particularly gnarled tree root. Luckily they hadn't been going at more than a trot, so the damage to both horse and rider was minimal. T.E.S.S.A had landed on her feet thanks to her reflexes. But Ballin had a nasty bruise. Using the little bit of bandages she had on her, her minimal knowledge of herbs, and a bit of her magic shaped to that of a healing nature she had managed to patch up the horse and ease it's pain. The rest of the trip felt much longer, and most of it was spent on foot. She didn't want to leave the horse but she also didn't want to aggravate the injury by forcing the horse to run on it or bear her weight for to long. So with a bit of patience and an alternation of walking and riding she had finally made it to the gates of Haven.


Satisfied the Ballin seemed fine for now she approached the gate, noticing the familiar shape of a Rider. She rarely saw such things outside of Dro'fyr. Smiling softly and leading the horse by the reins she approached, soon making out the sleeping shape of a what appeared to be a female sand rider and a dwarf. Her head canted to one side as she drew closer, calling out, a soft smile on her face.


"Oh hey there... You're friend seems to be asleep... Would you like some help getting her in to the city...?"

 

[BarkWolfBacon]

Will continue once everyone has arrived in the Council Chamber

 

[Fus ro dah]

Oooh... Shiny!


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The inside of this place was quite impressive indeed, the domed roof had her craning her neck back to look at it before lowering her gaze to take in the rest of the inside of the Council Chambers. It had been designed with great care with an almost seamless blending of the cultures, the stone and marblework arches were Dwarven in design. On the walls were natural, organic features and designs that reminded her vaguely of the things she'd seen around some of the elven towns she'd briefly visited. The furniture looked sturdy, reminiscent of how humans designed their things.


The doors were closed behind her and she stood there quietly, moving off to the side to inspect some of the Elven hangings with a bitter scowl on her lips. This particular one she was looking at she remembered from her childhood, it was the same design as the ones they had back where she had grown up. The bottled up rage inside of the Elven woman had her reaching for her sword, but she stopped before she did anything drastic like slash the hanging into shreds.

 

[Stickdom]

(*decides to wake up early, will post in a little bit :3 )

 

[Izuru Kira]

:§: Ishconor Stracothia : Council Chambers :§:

Ishconor slowly approached a guard acting a little suspicious, he leaned against a wall, right next to a guard. He looked away from him, at the rest of the city, he spoke those three words, as if meeting someone in secret, "Silence is golden" He spoke. The guard looked at him just to make sure it was him, Ishconor repeated what he had said. The guard looked a little confused, trying to process those three words until it clicked inside his head. Ishconor faced him and the guard responded, "Excuse me, sir, there is something I must attend to" He replied rather nervously, the guard ran off, leaving Ishconor alone, questioning whether it was worth coming here or not. Ishconor continued to lean against the wall, watching everything around the area, everything visible to him, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling the air.


"Councillor Valen Thorn requests that you come with us." Ishconor opened his eyes to find several people in dark grey leather armor. "I'm sorry, what?" Ishconor asked, a little confused on what was happening.


"Councillor Valen Thorn requests that you come with us." The one directly in front of Ishconor replied, he seemed impatient.


"Fine, lead the way" He replied, lightly throwing his hands up in a mock motion saying 'I give up'


Ishconor smiled as he saw the building, taking in the architecture, when he arrived inside me smiled, observing the rooms. They led him to the chamber, an empty room, he walked around it, observing every detail as they shut the doors, he finally noticed that he was alone even though he was meant to meet someone here.


(Sorry for the delayed reply, I've not been feeling too well, I had no idea how to reply too and to top off the insult the only notification I got was the tag then every post after that, again, sorry for the much delayed reply)

 

[khuyen]

Gwendolyn Dewitt - Entering the Council Chambers


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Gwen had stood around for a few minutes, before kneeling down to sit on the ground instead. What am I even waiting for? This whole thing was obviously a flop. She got up and brushed the dust off her trousers and turned on her heels. She didn't notice the cloaked, armoured men approaching her. "Councillor Valen Thorn requests that you- Hey, we're talking to you!" One of the council's personal guard shouted at her. She turned around at the shouting, giving them a curious look and pointed a finger to herself. "Who, me?"​

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"Gwendolyn Dewitt, please come with us..." The men surrounded her in a half circle, and she eyed them suspiciously. He used the please word, but Gwen had a feeling, she didn't really have a choice. "Well if you insist." She said with a mocking curtsey, before following them casually. This was what she had come for, right? They led her to a large, domed building with a beautiful design. If Gwen had listened more carefully, when her grandmother had taught her about political things, she would know that this was indeed the Council Chambers.


She hadn't though. So she just followed them, awed by the fine carvings and elven features, that she had not seen in her travelling years before. When she turned around to ask one of her escorters a question, she noticed, they had led her into a chamber room and left her there. The huge doors closed with a firm click, making Gwen blink twice, feeling like a prisoner. The room was empty. Her eyes scanned the room, and she almost had a heartattack when she noticed another person by the walls, staring at some of the art. The figure had its back turned to Gwen, but if she guessed it was a woman?


Clearing her throat, she tried to catch her attention. "H-hello..."


@Solitaire

 

[Vol]

What was I doing again? : Pryder Ashther, Arriving in Haven.

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Usually, the fire elf loved the burning sensation that spreads across his body. But this burning sensation was different, no, it wasn't the BURNING type of fire. It was the burning type of water splashing onto his sprawled body on the crowded streets of a capitol city. Or so he thought it was a capitol. The man that splashed him with water was talking human tongue that Pryder could understand until the the voice ended up screaming instead of saying words of worry.

His body was lit aflame instinctively and accidentally lit the man's clothing as well. More human tongue could be heard around him but the throbbing of his head was stronger than their voices.


Pryder hissed as he sprang up, clutching parts of his body that had been splashed as he let out a fiery groan. The crowd around him gasped and took a few steps back, some of them scurrying away while others were shrinking back then slowly leaning forwards to observe him, like an animal.


Where was he? Why was he here?

Pryder bit his lip and crouched down, his body in a tight ball. Shouldn't he be in the university? Maybe he got lost while he was on a task...but where was Ars?




A letter slowly fluttered down next to him and the familiar scent of lavender snuck it's way to his nostrils. The fire elf muttered before slowly removing his hands from his sides so he could grasp the letter. It looked familiar. "...Huh? This smell. Lavender?"




The crowd around him soon got bored and dispersed as the fire elf picked up the letter and started skim-reading it. They thought he was a performer of some sort, or a pyromancer. Well they got one fact right at least. The man who's clothes were slightly on fire went back to his shop to douse himself.




Pryder stopped mid-way from reading to realise the letter wasn't burning, even though his entire body was aflame. Then again, he doesn't have any negative energy in him nor around him, so he can't burn things right now. "Silence is golden." He mumbled, the phrase echoing in his head. ...Silence is golden? What was that supposed to mean? Whatever, it was apparently just a secret codeword to say to a guard, as the letter had said.




Pryder slowly got up again but his attention was solely on the letter. Before he moved into the crowd, he let his flames die down before proceeding. 'I must be in Haven now. How did I even get here, let alone unconscious in the middle of a busy square...' He thought as a blush appeared on his face, though it wasn't really noticeable since his skin was pretty bright already.


Even without directions, Pryder somehow made it to a large gate that were the entrance to a large Academy. The fire elf looked from the letter to the Academy, then finally his gaze settled on a two guards that looked like that they just got back to their posts. Pryder clicked his tongue, hopefully he didn't forget the way to speak human tongue even though he had a pretty small moment of concussion. Putting his hands behind his back and slowly making big steps towards the guard to the right, he looked up for a bit before saying, "Silence is Yellow."


The guard stared at him, blinking repeatedly. Pryder frowned then showed him the letter. Did he say it right? Or maybe he said it in Elvish. The guard's eyes scanned the letter before looking at him, like he was stupid. The guard on the left coughed.


"Did you mean, 'Silence is Golden?' "


"I said that. Didn't I?"


"...I'll lead you to it."


"Oh, good good. Wait- where to?"


The guard sighed before gesturing him to follow, the left guard stayed still and didn't make eye contact. Pryder complied but was still confused. While the guard was leading him, the fire elf kept asking questions while soaking in the beautiful architecture of the Academy.


"Who made that codeword anyway, 'Silence is Golden?' Silence doesn't even have a colour!"


"...it's just a saying"


"Yeah but, why couldn't it be yellow instead? I mean, Golden is like yellow. Right?"


"We're here."


The guard said, relief visible in his tone. This one...he hoped would die soon. Pryder stared at the door, which he guessed could lead to a room of some sort. The guard hastily opened the door for him then nodded at him, signalling for him to go inside. The fire elf glanced at him for one last time before the guard shut the door. It was dark and gloomy. He felt no presence around him either. Still, the letter didn't recover most of his memories, though hopefully, whoever he was supposed to meet could help.





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Spoiler

So, idk if there's actually a gate in the thing but yooooo. I forgot that Pryder was supposed to have a concussion in his encounter soooooo.​

 

[Wrath Of Athena]

Isenrah walked through the gates of Haven. It had been a long road here, and she had lost much blood, but now her shoulder wound had mostly stopped bleeding. She still needed to get some sort of healing done to make up for the lost blood, but for now she was stable enough."I need to speak to the Councillor first." She said aloud without intending to. She walked up to one of the guards, and said softly "Silence is golden."


The man quickly turned and walked away, leaving Isenrah standing confused. She stood there waiting for... She didn't know what she was waiting for. She found her gaze unconsciously drifting towards humans in the crowd. Of course, she'd seen humans before. But it had only been the occasional traveler going through her town. She'd never seen so many in one place. They looked so... Alien. Isenrah laughed at the thought that those of her own race looked so strange to her. Elves are definitely better looking, She decided. She began to think that no one would come, when two men wearing grey armor and hoods approached her.


"Councillor Valen requests that you come with us," they said simultaneously, then began walking past her. She followed them to a large domed building. As she walked inside, she looked around in complete awe. She'd never seen anything like it. It looked like dwarven architecture she'd heard about and seen paintings of, but they didn't quite do it justice. This was just... Amazing. The whole set up was very odd. It was as if several cultures were smashed together, creating some sort of new style of room. Isenrah noticed several others in the room, a mix of elves and humans. She realized that she must have been an odd sight indeed. A human that acted like an Elf and used Elven armor and weapons. She leaned against one of the walls, deciding not to speak with them until they spoke to her.

 

[Stickdom]

(Just realized that I haven't posted yet D: will edit this to contain my post in a little while, feel free to continue on, assume than Elendynn is in the council chamber by now, quietly waiting for whatever happens next, presumedly with Tessa and Cadwy. @BarkWolfBacon @Trevor B Harper @X3 Infernal Infinity )

 

[BarkWolfBacon]

If you are here, then feel free to respond, if not- take your time. Like I said, the story will always come to you. Sorry for my absence this weekend, I was tied up at work.





Silence is Golden

Councillor Valen Thorn entered the Council Chamber through doors at the top of the auditorium and began his descent towards the group gathered before him. They were as he had seen in his dream, though a few appeared to be missing. They would arrive, of that he had no doubt, though it may not be him that got to greet them. What a shame it was, to miss the most important people in all of Kamirotha. His robes trailed behind him on the stairs, his long white hair and beard perfect and pure as snow. He carried himself with a grace and strength mighty even among elves. Councillor Valen Thorn was ancient, and had fought more wars than any other being alive.


And it was time to fight his last.


Behind him trailed a warrior in a billowing cloak, which hid all of the man's features except a salt and pepper beard and expressionless lips.


Valen's voice broke the silence, his voice gruff with age, but forceful and deep. "Welcome to Haven, travelers. I do hope your travels were not too rough."


He reached the floor of the chamber and stood in front of them, the cloaked man not far behind him, just off to the side. Valen seemed to observe each one of the travelers, sizing them up and muttering to himself as he did so. When he was done, he moved in front of them.


"A storm is coming, one that will blow this Kingdom away if it is not fought. The foundation of this nation has a few skeletons hidden in it, and they are rising up, banding together in the shadows to undo all that has been done. Most of you know of the Slaughter, some of you were even a part of it...and now our actions regarding that event have returned to prey upon us in our hypocritical peace.


"I sent your letters because I had a vision, a dream. Once you reach the age of one such as I as an elf, sometimes the universe whispers to you while you sleep. I prayed to the gods that it was just a dream, that the letters I cast into the wind would bring strangers to my eyes and prove it such; but your presence here indicates the opposite. You are exactly those whom I saw in my dream...and that is troubling indeed.


"Something about your future actions will help forge this nation, and so I gathered you here to make you aware, to hopefully band some of you together, and to give you my last request."


The cloaked man stepped forward, pulling his hood down.

Spoiler

"Councillor," the man said, his voice concerned and soft, "You must be mistaken...their presence proves your dream to be true, but not the rest."


The Councillor laughed, and patted the man's shoulder. "This is my dear friend, Ser Alaric Wulf. He was a mighty leader during the Unity War, and saved my life on more than one occasion. He teaches swordsmanship and history at the Grove Academy, the only human in the history of the gods to ever be allowed to do so." The Councillor paused, a look of nostalgia crossing his lined face.


"But he will not be able to save me today."


"You have no way to know that, Councillor." Alaric said, his brow furrowed in concern, the crows feet at the edges of his eyes creased.


The Councillor sighed, and looked upon the travelers, "I have given quite the speech, I fear that I have become somewhat wordy in my old age. Pray tell, what questions do you have?"

 

[Fus ro dah]

Elves... *sigh*




The redheaded elf literally had not noticed anyone else in the room, even when she had stopped being tempted to slash the tapestry that boiled the rage buried deep inside herself. Her sharp hearing heard the soft click click of shoes on the stone floor and the swishing of material accompanying it. There were two figures and she turned to face them, looking over at the snow-haired elf who was walking straight-backed... As to be expected from one as important as this guy. Her gaze traveled to the cloaked figure that followed him, she couldn't make out any features from here except a beard.


"Welcome to Haven, travelers. I do hope your travels were not too rough." Arawen expected him to sound like a cliche old man, a shaky, wheezy voice... the forcefulness and deepness surprised her.


Not too rough... No, I just got my arm broken by an amateur blood mage... Tch. The Councillor started rambling on at dramatic length, instead of just getting straight to the point. Typical elves... Something something skeletons, something something shadows, something something Slaughter.


"I sent your letters because I had a vision, a dream. Once you reach the age of one such as I as an elf..." Seriously, can't he just get to the point already? "...band some of you together, and to give you my last request." Does that mean no more long winded explanations?


The cloaked figure lowered his hood finally and revealed a human, battleworn looking, ruggedly handsome in that human way. Sort of. He wasn't Arawens's type. The old Elf rambled on again, introducing the man as Ser Alaric Wulf. Arawen would probably forget his name soon enough, she was better at remembering faces and the body language of individuals.


The Councillor sighed, and looked upon the travelers, "I have given quite the speech, I fear that I have become somewhat wordy in my old age. Pray tell, what questions do you have?"





No... really?





She was leaning against a pillar by now, her arms crossed just under her breasts. So far the information seemed... vague at best.


"So, something is going to happen and we're meant to help forge the nation?" The sarcasm was thick in her voice. "That's all very vague."

 

[khuyen]

Gwendolyn Dewitt - Meeting the councillor

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Gwendolyn had tried conversing with the people in the room, but it didn't go that well. An awkward silence had stretched, as if no one even noticed there were other people in this room. She decided to just stand awkwardly, arms crossed over her chest, waiting for whatever they were waiting for. By the maker, it's so hot in here... She tugged at her shirt, trying to let in a little air, despite the fact that she was barely covered up.


When she had gone to fanning herself with her hands, someone came through from the doors above and descended down the stairs. Gwen raised a sceptical eyebrow. Cliché entrance, much? She let out a little scoff as her eyes followed the two figures coming down towards them. Despite her sceptical attitude, she couldn’t help but stand straighter, as the elderly elven man approached. He had that kind of aura around him that just demanded respect, though his face wore a kind expression. This must be the guy who sent me that letter right? What was his name?


She dug through her backpack, grabbing the parchment and skimmed it again, absentmindedly listening as the councillor, who Gwen now knew as Councillor Valen Thorn, spoke in a deep, gruff voice.


Gwen felt a pang hit her chest. He kind of sounds like Gramps. Rubbing her chest in slow circles, her eyes turned to the hooded man, as he stepped forward. Huh. A human. Feeling oddly surprised, she decided it would probably be best to focus on what they were saying. When they finished talking though, the red-headed elven girl spoke as well. Gwen bit her lip, trying to absorb all the information. The girl was right though, they were being very vague.


Why am I even here? She couldn’t help but wonder, something in her had just told her to go. It wasn’t like she had anywhere else to be. Her eyes flickered from person to person, but stayed mostly on the Councillor. Her head bopped slightly as response to this whole ordeal, but she kept quiet for now, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. Why was it so damned hot in here?

 

[BarkWolfBacon]

"Awaren of Kamarath, you are as abrasive as my visions led me to believe. People often doubt it, but courage of the tongue is sometimes more important than the courage of the blade." He spaced out momentarily, clearly recalling some event. "How many tragedies could have been prevented in history had someone just been there to say...no?"


"But that is not a topic for today, and I am afraid it is a topic I will not ever be alive to discuss. I will die today, that much I know is certain. The Eldest of the Elves will be slain, though in a truly outstanding fashion if I were to be honest."


Thorn began pacing in front of the group, stroking his beard. "Yes, it is indeed vague, and I wish I had more to give you. But all I know is that each of you, for one reason or another, wields a great needle in the thread of fate. What little I know is this...


"During the Slaughter, the Unity Army all but annihlated the Necromancers, the Slavers, and the Blood Mages. Those few who managed to survive escaped, and I believe they have somehow banded together. They have waited for revenge, and I believe the rise in arc-tech might give them just what they need to begin their revenge.


"There is a group, they call themselves the House of Eyes. I believe they are a consortium of those on the losing end of the Slaughter, and I believe they have terrible plans for Kamirotha. I called you here to make you aware that for some reason, the gods have chosen your decisions to hold great consequences...I just wanted you to know, in the hopes that you would stand on the side of good."


Alaric stepped forward, "I am one of those in his visions as well. I had pleaded that my days affecting history were behind me, but if the Councillor is to be believed...I am not free of destiny yet."

 

[Wrath Of Athena]

Isenrah had dozed off in her chair shortly before the Councillor arrived. She woke up, and straightened up immediately in her seat, rubbing her eyes. She found herself trying not to doze off again when he began talking. She halfway did fall asleep, but got the gist of what he was saying. Blah blah blah vision of the future, blah blah blah saviors of Kamirotha.


After he finished answering the redheaded Elf's question, she said "I do not mean to offend you, Councillor, but how can you be sure that these dreams you had were visions of the future, and not just odd dreams induced by some bad wine? I have had many a real-seeming dream before, but I don't take it as a vision. If I went around saying my dreams were prophecies of the future, I would seem to be a madwoman! Yet when an old one such as yourself dreams, it is a vision of the future. Unless you have some way of proving it, I fail to see this as grounds for gathering us here,"


Isenrah realized after she was finished speaking that this was probably the most she'd ever spoken at one time. She had to stop herself from laughing out loud at that realization. I guess my tutors are finally rubbing off on me.

 

[Jays]

Arterus Altorian, Haven

The guards were outwardly uncomfortable, shifting nervously in place and looking awkward. Was it his imagination or were they avoiding looking directly at him? The guards' soaked tunics stuck to their skin, the heat captured and held inside the armors must have been unbearable if not outright torturous under the boiling miday sun directly over their heads. The guards' clothes were dirty and worn, dust and slime clung to them in patches. Drops of sweat rolled down their unshaven faces, the corners of their eyes twitching slightly without any obvious reason, as if fliching. Their breath was quick and short, their palms sweaty and muscle stiff, eyes darting about distractedly. Arterus was always amused at how much detail he noticed even without trying, but there was no denying that something had put the guards on edge. He was immensely curious what would happen if someone jump at them and yell "Boo!". The guards were likely to forget all about their discipline and start to slash about wildly like a couple of frightened rabbits. He had seen battle-hardened men lost their head to long period duty stress before, and it would be incredibly emberrassing for them if such an ordeal occur in public. But he wasn't out to make enemies that day, especially a squad of Council bodyguards, so he evaded the temptation for now.


"But Sir..." The captain was saying. "...we were under direct order to immediately bring you to..."


"I know what your orders are, captain, you have said it 4 times already. Did your superior grant you the use of force to carry out your order?"


"No, but the Councillor requested..."


"The Councillor knew what he was doing. If he had not granted you the permission to use force, it meant that he did not expect his request to be denied, but also that he did not wish me to come under the compulsion of threats to my person. The Councillor's words may be law here, but it carries no weigh when matters concern foreigners. He would be a fool if he had thought otherwise."


The Captain's face flushed an angry red at the insult to the Councillor, but the man was either smart enough or duty-bound enough to keep his mouth shut and his opnions to himself.


"But what should we tell Councillor Thorn regarding your absent?"


Arterus halted mid-stride as he walked pass the score of guards.


"Nothing. Just report our conversation if you must, but no message is needed. My presence speaks volumn."


Haven swallowed his dark cloaked form out of sight into its mass of inhibitants as the threat to the realm loomed closer. Dark days awaited.

 

[BarkWolfBacon]

Councillor Thorn smiled warmly at Isenrah, his eyes creasing in their lined corners as he did so.


"Isenrah Tarien, born of two worlds, you were attacked by your own people as you left...I believe one of them was named Castien. You may correct me if I am mistaken, but I also believe you were attacked by 3 people later as well. One of them was an earth mage..."


Valen turned to Gwendolyn after Isenrah, "Gwendolyn Dewitt, the girl from the mountains...you were attacked by a necromancer on the way here, yes? How do I know these things? Because I saw them in my vision... There is an elf outside who refuses to come see me, sensing on his own the darkness at the corners of the world.


"I gathered you here because it is what I saw myself doing in the vision, and so I casted out letters in the vague direction of your locations with simple descriptions. And lo, by the gentle curve of our slow rotation, they found their way to you. You exact strangers from my vision. But I suppose the purpose is to make you aware. To make sure you understand that for whatever reason may be, your hands hold a key to an infinite number of futures. Choose wisely, and remember we must all live in the future you create."


The sun crested over the stained glass, lighting the room in a spray of colors. The Councillor's eyes were drawn to it, as if he were tracking its location as it journeyed across the motif.


"I do not see among you, however, the girl who is no longer of any race. I know not what she is, but she has potential to create unimaginable catastrophe on Kamirotha. She has no name, and seems to be more metal than mortal. I know this sounds like a riddle but it is not, had I not seen it in my vision I wouldn't believe it to be true...but somewhere out there is a girl of a new kind, magic...metal...mortal, all one- and if she were to fall into the wrong hands...


"...There would be no return from the oblivion it would cast us into."


Alaric's eyes had not moved from the stained glass on the dome above them, and as the sun's light continued to creep across the motif, towards the mural of the signing of the Unity Concordant, he began to sweat.


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[Stickdom]

Elendynn sat and listened intently to Councillor Thorn as he spoke to the others. The crazy old man had a dream about this? Perhaps this Isenrah was right, a bad meal before bed could provide just the same effect on a man's sleep. Though he seemed to know their names, which bothered her, but it wasn't any stranger than him finding where they were and sending letters to each of them. A man this powerful, he had to have spies and a chain of communication practically everywhere, it should not surprise her in the least that he knew more about them than just a few names.


Still, what other choice did she have but to listen to what he said? There wasn't much in the way of alternatives now that they were here but to listen, and if it proved false, they could all have a good laugh and a stout ale at this immensely impractical joke, and return to their lives as before.


"I will hear out the Councillor. Speak, elder, don't waste your time or ours trying to prove yourself true. Just get on with the details, the truth can handle itself."


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(I dragged you two in with Elen, I'll go back and make my previous post say as much in a bit.)

 

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"All I know is this...The blood we left during the Slaughter is pooling together, forming a lake-no- an ocean. That ocean is coming to crash onto the shore and wipe away all that we have-"


Alaric bumped Thorn's shoulder and gestured towards the stained glass. The sunlight now directly shone onto the stained glass of the Unity Concordant, casting elaborate shadows throughout the chamber.


A loud snap is heard and dozens of rippling purple vortexes begin to form around the chamber. They emit void energy, snapping and crackling with purple lightning and impossibly bright black shadows. Figures step out of them, dressed in black and purple leather armor.


"It is the time of my passing, keep consequences in mind, save us from oblivion."


over a dozen arrows, glowing purple with void energy, pierced Thorn's body. His eyes glowed purple, and portions of his skin began to lift from his body, as if trying to escape. Crags of purple energy begin to flow down his body along the path of his veins, and he fell to his knees as powerful blasts of energy began to pulse out of him. His body was trying to contain the void magic, and it was tearing him apart.


With a shout his form gave way, and he exploded in a ball of purple fire, the force knocking you all off your feet.


Alaric drew his weapon while he screamed, charging into the ranks of the assassins and beginning to fight them.

 

[khuyen]

Gwendolyn Dewitt - A sudden attack in the Chambers

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The girl from the mountains. Me? Gwen furrowed her eyebrows. She was about to object, but something in his words made her hesitate. Mountain girl. Her brain nagged at her, like there was something she had forgotten, but it was fussy. She considered herself from Berk, but maybe Berk was in the mountains to these people? Regardless, she was freaked out. Was this old man a seer or something? She looked down at the bandaged wound on her stomach, nodding slowly, as he had gotten it right about the necromancer attack.

She hadn't said a word upon entering the chambers, quietly listening to the sweet old man, who so nostalgically reminded her of her grandfather. Perhaps that was the only reason, she had stayed here so far. The whole apocalyptic premonition thing seemed a bit suspicious to her, seeing as... Gwen totally bit down on her tongue, as something unsuspected played out before her eyes. Huge vortexes started to form from out of nowhere, and Gwen's jar fell to the ground. "W-what in the makers name is that?!" She shouted to the other people, wondering if they saw it as well, or if she had gone mad from heatstroke.

What happened next made her almost want to puke. Assassins came out of nowhere, and they were surrounded. The Councillors body was pierced, and Gwen immediately pulled out her polearm from her side, going into a defensive stance. This was an attack. A planned attack. But she wasn't prepared for this at all, she thought, as the old man's poor body twisted and exploded. She fell back from the blast, gliding on the floor and into a pillar. A low groan emerged from her lips, as she winced, having hit that pillar pretty hard.

Hearing Alaric's battle scream, she snapped out of it, and quickly jumped to her feet just in time. She swung her polearm around, charging towards the intruders, joining in battle.​

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[Fus ro dah]

"...And then the old elf literally exploded."

The old guy was really dragging this on and being so vague that is was making Arawen angry to the point she huffed a few times and kept shifting her weight. Something felt wrong as darkness crept over the chamber and Alaric gestured to the ceiling. There was a loud snap and it caused her to jump, her hands grabbing the handles of her weapons as void-like lightning snaked and formed vortexes around the chambers. Figures emerged from the vortexes and before she redhead could even blink, the old elf's body was filled with purple arrows. He fell to his knees as the void energy filled his veins and covered his body...


Then he exploded in a ball of purple fire.


The force of the explosion knocked Arawen back onto the ground as the assassins charged forth, this attack was planned and no one did anything to even stop it. Alaric was the first to recover somehow, and he charged forward with a cry. Another woman followed shortly, and as she charged, the redhead followed suit. She drew her weapons and charged the nearest assassin.

 

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[Stickdom]

Elendynn Glace, Haven Councillor's Chamber

She had not time to respond to the Councillor. He had only gotten to a prophetic warning when he was interrupted by Alaric directing his eyes to the window. Elen looked as well and saw nothing unusual, but him when he turned back to ask what had been the matter, a different scene greeted her eyes. Purple vortexes filled the room, with strange men stepping out, Elen thought it a strange way to travel. She assumed they were more elders, arriving in a showy display of power, but the truth hit her hard when they raised weapons against Councillor Thorn. "Don't.." was all she managed before a shockwave sent them all sprawling. Thorn was gone when she raised her head again and she knew that he was gone.


The man she did not know was first to respond, followed by the rest of the group still left. She thought it rather sudden, but battle had caught them unawares, and her instincts took over. Drawing her hammer from her belt, she swung it at the nearest assassin, expecting it to crush through his skull, but the figure dodged impossibly fast, sidestepping the blow and countering with an elbow to her face. Elendynn flew backwards, her hand releasing the hammer, but the leather strap kept it secure to her wrist. She flipped her self up im into her feet, knowing that a moment's hesitation could get her killed. She was not sure who was necessarily fighting for which side, since any of the others could be in in the assassination, but Elen chose to choose her allies then and there. She dove feet first and slid past the purple clad warrior who had thrown her down, tripping him on the way. Running to stand back-to-back with Alaric, covering him from behind, she held her hammer defensively outward against the assassin. To Alaric, she said, "There's too many of them, we have to get everyone out of here. Do you know another exit?"


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[BarkWolfBacon]

Alaric had almost killed his combatant 3 times, but each time the black leather clad man would vanish, reappearing somewhere out of his reach. The dwarf woman came up to him and shouted in his ear.


She spoke the truth. They were outnumbered, and some of them hadn't even recovered from the initial attack. They needed a plan, and they needed it fast. He motioned Elendynn over to a tapestry on the chamber wall and shouted to the rest of the group.


"Through here! Now!" Alaric slashed the tapestry in two, revealing a hidden side door, which he cussed and kicked in, the wood splintering under the weight of his boot.


He quickly jogged down the stairs that was past the door, hoping the others would see and follow, and that their attackers would give up the chase.