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No More Heroes (1x1 extension)
- Thread starter MisterAntagonist
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Goddess
Computer Nerd
Salem
"The Fire Keeper"
Salem smiled as he rubbed his thumb over her own. It seemed her understood the fundamentals of fire, the power it carries, and the passion it can give. Salem would have liked to stay in that position, however the Head Flame Keeper wasn't to keen on other human interactions, such as touch and other worldly desires. Gently she pulled her hand back , placing it back in her lap. The long sleeve of her cloak fell, hiding her hand as she looked away. The Head gave her a keen glare, but his smile still showed heart. When Salem heard his answer , she turned around and gave him a wider smile than before. Bowing her head, she placed her hand on her heart.
"The ancient gods are with you. I hope that I do not lead you wrong in any way. "
The keeper placed his hand on Salem's shoulder. Salem quickly got up as she was escorted back to her room.
"Salem is getting changed. The others have graciously made you dinner for the road. The provisions should last you for a few days."
Salem quickly ran to her drawer, to pull out her usually attire for the outside world. Smiling as she went, she grabbed a shirt that exposed her the center of her top half, but modestly covered her girls. The straps were tied around behind the nape of her neck, the color of her attire taking on a rag like brown. Her pants were made of black leather, brown buckled like straps around her thighs and cafe muscles. Finishing up she grabbed a small cloak that buckled around her collarbone. Pulling up the hood, she grabbed the bow and arrow from the corner, wrapping the bow around her side, and strapping the arrows around her waist, letting the container sit a little on her rear. Salem took her two knives and placed them in their holster that were located on the side of her legs.
As she walked out she was handed sleeping bags, small containers of water, her book, her writing tools, and smaller packets of foods. Grabbing the items that were propped up by wooden planks, she tossed it over her bag, putting on the rope like straps. Walking out yet again into the small fray that was sitting around the crimson fires, Salem bowed her head toward Ciaran.
"We should depart know. Evil does not wait for the light to rest, it moves forth faster in the shadows then it does during the day. We must never be behind , but in front. Move the way it moves, and learn its ways. React better, and by the time they have realized we were following them, we are already ahead."
MisterAntagonist
The Antagonist of All
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And so the story had begun, just as Ciaran had agreed
to purge the evils off the face of Earth. His new companion, Salem, had joined him on his adventure. By noon they would leave Pallas, and off to the ravaged lands. What awaits them is unknown to them. What challenge is unknown. What danger is unknown. Whatever it was, Ciaran knew he was prepared. And so the flame keepers had departed, and the torches lit as they left. Ciaran was back
to his feet, and the bonfire infront of him had lit once again. It was a very large fire, and even being close to it burned. It was then, Ciaran had turned to the entrance, and walked out to the front. Ahead of him, the Kingdom of Pallas and its remaining beauty, with the sun just above the highest mountain. It seemed to shine as bright along with his own eyes. As the wind blew his hair from his face, he was determined to complete this quest, or die trying. Pallas, and the people of Pallas, and all those that seek refuge, were the ones he was fighting for now. The flame master had soon joined Ciaran at the edge of the stone stairway, putting his hood up as he left from the cover of the shrine. "You know, knight of Ulliel. I've known your father for a very long time. " He spoke as he as well had his eyes set on the view. "He was a fellow knight himself, and just as grand. The King's very top knight. You and him are exactly alike." The flame master said. "Now... if you are to carry this on, your father would be the most proud man that had ever lived. The gods see hope in you." That was when he has turned back, returning to the flame-lit shrine.
Ciaran had watched as the flame master walked back. It didn't surprise him, because his father was widely known to Pallas as these two kingdoms had strong ties. Ciaran had inherited his father's long sword, and his ancestor's great sword, along with his shield. One thing that he did not inherit tha he treasured greatly, the pendant tied around his wrist and under his gloves. It had remained there since the fall of Ulliel, and it had memories of that person he did not want to forget.
Goddess
Computer Nerd
Salem
"The Fire Keeper"
Jogging out to ketch up Salem was stopped by the head keeper. With eyes of adventure, Salem's pale colors emitted a dim orange hue, as the fire danced around her irises. The keeper gave a weary smile before her placed his hand on her shoulder. "Seeing you go...was probably the last thing that has ever crossed my mind." Salem's smile slowly turned into a frown as she saw the worry in his eyes. His grim smile, was nothing but a lie, his beating heart and dim warm touch made Salem look down. "I want you to protect yourself Salem. Even though the gods are with you, they will not always be there to aid you. Your a young spark, wild and fully with energy. Out of us all, your fire burns hotter, and higher than the peaks of any mountain. Don't ever loose that, never let something extinguish your flame." Salem grimaced as she took his parting words to heart. His cracked voice, and slurring words...he was going to mourn wasn't he. He always sounded like this when he mourned for something. "I may not have been your father, but I rai-" Salem stopped him there as she held up her palm.
"Whether you were my father by blood or not, you were the first to treat me like your own. I appreciate all you have done ,and all you have made me become. I do not like seeing that worried look on you, so as my parting wish, please see me off with a smile. I will return with stories of our adventure, and maps of new worlds that have yet to be seen. Wait for me father."
Her words rung like music as he gave her a smile. The word father warmed his heart, and the others slowly began to weep as they hid themselves within their robes. Salem saying her last goodbye walked past the head keeper, his smile planted firmly as he waved goodbye to her. Salem, soon joined Ciaran at the stoned steps, their luggage on her back, and the book chained around her waist.
"You are the first sincere warrior I have come across. Many come to this shrine seeking refuge, life, and energy to live on through the restless days. Many put on a face of lies, to break through to the head keeper, but most failed. I appreciate your sincere personality, and justice to save this world from peril. I have just one favor before departing."
Cecil held up a thick book with deer hide as the cover.
"Show me a world through a set of eyes that are different than mine. Allow me to write the story of Ciaran, the hero who stood tall when no one else would. "
MisterAntagonist
The Antagonist of All
Ｃｉａｒａｎ ｏｆ Ｕｌｌｉｅｌ
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
The peace that ate up his mind was disturbed by Salem's approach. Of all the people that refuge in Pallas, he did not much mind to have Salem along, as long as she kept out of trouble's way. His eyes remained at the breath-taking view as she spoke. Carefully his ears studied her words. Of course... It was not in Ciaran's will to come to Pallas, but fate drew him in. The dark sign that branded all throughout his body as a tattoo bonded him to the flames, and the flames brought him to this land. His head turned to look at the book Salem possessed. A single book, to write out history of yet another savior... But what will become of it if the one before the next was never mentioned to later times? No documents, no words ever mentioned unless by the elderlies who lived through that time. But keeping the history in the dark due to the burden they've tried so hard to hide away, made it seem to not matter at all. "Overtime, the story will be altered... There is no need to record events that many will not appreciate."
Ciaran returned his gaze to the sun, and by the middle sun, it was time to leave Pallas. Neither of them knew how long the journey will be. Of all things Ciaran had hope for, not how long they've traveled, but to accomplish the goals set by the Fire keepers. Ciaran walked down the stoned stairs at a steady pace, so that Salem could follow behind. The wind began to pick up as they descended down further to Pallas.
Goddess
Computer Nerd
Salem
"Fire Keeper
Salem began her descent down the stairs, following him. "Who said the story would be shared with others. True your deeds will be heard in songs, however I am of elvish blood, the life span last longer. As a child I enjoyed books that were detailed with actions, heroic deeds, mysteries, and more. As I grow , and my age continues to ascend, I will read this book over and over."
Salem smiled a little before her ears twitched as she gasped. "Ah I mean...not to say that you would die..um, or that your life would end before mine. I mean no disrespect , or offense." Salem fidgeted with her thumbs as she watched the people of Pallas below , bustle around the square. "Where are we off to first?"
MisterAntagonist
The Antagonist of All
Ｃｉａｒａｎ ｏｆ Ｕｌｌｉｅｌ
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
Ciaran responded to Salem quite briefly; as he always would anyone he has newly met. " It doesn't matter..." His tone was dull, with a sense of bitterness. Truly he wish there were no one to bring along with him. No one to look after out in the treacherous journey ahead. But now that the decisionhas been made, there is no turning back.
"Our first destination, of course the border of Pallas. We will depart immediately." He said as they moved down. And once they made their way down, passing villagers watched with their eyes, at the two. People watched as they walked down the road, clearing the path. Word has already reached the village, they knew of the mission they both were on. The attention Ciaran did not like, but it couldn't be helped.
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
Ciaran responded to Salem quite briefly; as he always would anyone he has newly met. " It doesn't matter..." His tone was dull, with a sense of bitterness. Truly he wish there were no one to bring along with him. No one to look after out in the treacherous journey ahead. But now that the decisionhas been made, there is no turning back.
"Our first destination, of course the border of Pallas. We will depart immediately." He said as they moved down. And once they made their way down, passing villagers watched with their eyes, at the two. People watched as they walked down the road, clearing the path. Word has already reached the village, they knew of the mission they both were on. The attention Ciaran did not like, but it couldn't be helped.
Goddess
Computer Nerd
Salem
The Fire Keeper
Salem's eyes wandered as she watched the children cling to their parents. The old ones all stared as they made their way toward the border. With pale cold eyes She would slightly stop then jog to ketch up as her eyes recorded everything. "You say that now." Salem's eyes slowly danced toward the back of his head, as she made sure to stay behind him. Even though her title was worthy of being equal, it felt wrong of her to travel beside, so instead she trotted behind a little to an angel as she held tightly on to their belongings.
Salem expected a long travel with very little breaks. An elf as herself did not need the small thing, humans needed, so if he would persist on stopping, she would persist to continue a little ways further.
The Fire Keeper
Salem's eyes wandered as she watched the children cling to their parents. The old ones all stared as they made their way toward the border. With pale cold eyes She would slightly stop then jog to ketch up as her eyes recorded everything. "You say that now." Salem's eyes slowly danced toward the back of his head, as she made sure to stay behind him. Even though her title was worthy of being equal, it felt wrong of her to travel beside, so instead she trotted behind a little to an angel as she held tightly on to their belongings.
Salem expected a long travel with very little breaks. An elf as herself did not need the small thing, humans needed, so if he would persist on stopping, she would persist to continue a little ways further.
MisterAntagonist
The Antagonist of All
Ｃｉａｒａｎ ｏｆ Ｕｌｌｉｅｌ
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
The day had brought by so quickly. By the time the two had passed the village and off to the main road, where still there were people, but not a crowd like in the village. The people yet cleared the path. Ciaran did not expect word to spread so quickly of the two, in a matter of minutes. He did not pay any attention to any of the people, even if they spoke word to them, praising them for their bravery. They had not one second to spare to reach to the next location before night.
It was soon before they had reached the gates. The gate had been built so high, no one could see the other side. And it made him curious to see what was on the other side. And it wasn't a minute before the guards were shouting, and opening the two gates, splitting from the very center as slow as possible. Ciaran had stood there, awaiting to see the view that lies ahead. Once he had the first peek, was when he remembered; the Earth was not so beautiful anymore. The gates opened, and they both walked out, leaving Pallas for a long time. Ciaran gazed at the view. The Earthen soil, and the trees, were destroyed. And seemingly not a sign of life could be seen. He turned to Salem and looked her straight into her eyes. "Do you wish to continue on, or to stay here. If anything, I prefer you not for the sake of your well-being." He said with a slighter tone of concern. He wouldn't make anyone follow him through these lands, because as depressing as it were, not even he made through half-sane.
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
The day had brought by so quickly. By the time the two had passed the village and off to the main road, where still there were people, but not a crowd like in the village. The people yet cleared the path. Ciaran did not expect word to spread so quickly of the two, in a matter of minutes. He did not pay any attention to any of the people, even if they spoke word to them, praising them for their bravery. They had not one second to spare to reach to the next location before night.
It was soon before they had reached the gates. The gate had been built so high, no one could see the other side. And it made him curious to see what was on the other side. And it wasn't a minute before the guards were shouting, and opening the two gates, splitting from the very center as slow as possible. Ciaran had stood there, awaiting to see the view that lies ahead. Once he had the first peek, was when he remembered; the Earth was not so beautiful anymore. The gates opened, and they both walked out, leaving Pallas for a long time. Ciaran gazed at the view. The Earthen soil, and the trees, were destroyed. And seemingly not a sign of life could be seen. He turned to Salem and looked her straight into her eyes. "Do you wish to continue on, or to stay here. If anything, I prefer you not for the sake of your well-being." He said with a slighter tone of concern. He wouldn't make anyone follow him through these lands, because as depressing as it were, not even he made through half-sane.
Goddess
Computer Nerd
Salem
The Fire Keeper
Salem waited patiently as the doors began to open. The people rushed further into the city as the cold smell of totting decay slowly crept within the walls. A recent kill perhaps? Salem titled her head down as a faint smile crossed her visage. Was it memories, or wanting that made her want the doors to open faster than what they were moving. As soon as the doors opened fully for them, the book was cracked open, and like a bee flying in the sky, her hands moved fast as her eyes pranced across the charred field before them. As Ciaran studied the ground Salem was smiling just a tad as she ended her sentence with a dot before closing her book. The feeling of the outside did not bring hate, no mixed emotions, only happiness. It had been years since she was last able to venture outside, she was copped up and told to stay within the protected walls. She abandoned everything after their last venture, so it was as if today was a happy family reunion.
"I would like to go. The outside of these walls are my home, I have missed this dearly." Salem smiled a little as she placed her finger to the middle of his forehead. The warmth slowly reached out to touch him, to sooth his concerns. "Your voice has an odd tone to it, please don't worry for me. My well-being is fine. I knew what was outside these walls, yet I decided to come with you. So let's hurry,the darkness does not wait."
Salem removed her finger before giving him a smile.
MisterAntagonist
The Antagonist of All
Ｃｉａｒａｎ ｏｆ Ｕｌｌｉｅｌ
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
He only kept quiet as he left her fingers run along his forehead. But, a person of concerns of another's well-being, will never change. Being that, he looked ahead of him. Not very far was another village. Most likely, it was abandoned by the people there, and leaving the hollowed to dwell. This would be their first destination, and to reclaim that land that has been lost to the dark. Ciaran marches forward, shield at his left hand as his weapons were put at rest, and ready to draw at any movement.
The road itself was rough to travel around. Broken carriages and barrels, any wooden scraps that once served a purpose. Swords of warriors that passed struck to the ground, and endless counts of corpses, human or not. Carelessly, Ciaran crushed a skull of a human below him. Long was the flesh and organs decayed, to where it was only bone. And to think oddly enough would there be nothing in it, something followed behind that he did not notice. A tiny black sprite that floated from the crushed skull moved its way behind him. Until Ciaran did suspect something, the sprite moved its way in front of him. Ciaran immediately knew what this was. The same object that had appeared before his eyes on the verge of death. This branded the dark sign to him, and brought him to Pallas. Reaching to rest his shield to the ground, he then rest the sprite to his hand, and crushed it between his palm and finger. "A little sprite I've never learned about... But it is the reason why I still live today." Ciaran said as he picked up his shield.
When he looked up, they were half way to their destination, and the sun just behind their head. It was almost reaching the horizon, but this wouldn't stop any of the undead forces from moving. They wander aimlessly during both, day and the night. and speaking of, a group of them ahead. Ciaran waited and watch as they moved, until they caught his attention. Ciaran signaled Salem to remain where she was, and began to advance towards them. Perhaps, three he could see, and creeping up to one. As unexpected as they were, he was going in for a kill. He rammed his long sword into the armored hollow, piercing through to the other end. Finally catching the last two's attention, the battle was not long. Two former soldiers died very unskilled, and live again to remain unskilled. His sword pierced through the next hollow between its helm and the armor above it. The very last had a chance to swing. Ciaran raised his shield. And in return was a lunge to the lower body.
With three soldiers put to final rest, he found the two of them at the very borders of the town, and the sun at the very edge of the horizon behind him. The wind blowing did not help the fact, that this town was abandoned entirely. Not a sane soul to be in sight. The crows flew around the building and making sounds, their wings fluttering and watching the two as they began to walk into the city.
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
He only kept quiet as he left her fingers run along his forehead. But, a person of concerns of another's well-being, will never change. Being that, he looked ahead of him. Not very far was another village. Most likely, it was abandoned by the people there, and leaving the hollowed to dwell. This would be their first destination, and to reclaim that land that has been lost to the dark. Ciaran marches forward, shield at his left hand as his weapons were put at rest, and ready to draw at any movement.
The road itself was rough to travel around. Broken carriages and barrels, any wooden scraps that once served a purpose. Swords of warriors that passed struck to the ground, and endless counts of corpses, human or not. Carelessly, Ciaran crushed a skull of a human below him. Long was the flesh and organs decayed, to where it was only bone. And to think oddly enough would there be nothing in it, something followed behind that he did not notice. A tiny black sprite that floated from the crushed skull moved its way behind him. Until Ciaran did suspect something, the sprite moved its way in front of him. Ciaran immediately knew what this was. The same object that had appeared before his eyes on the verge of death. This branded the dark sign to him, and brought him to Pallas. Reaching to rest his shield to the ground, he then rest the sprite to his hand, and crushed it between his palm and finger. "A little sprite I've never learned about... But it is the reason why I still live today." Ciaran said as he picked up his shield.
When he looked up, they were half way to their destination, and the sun just behind their head. It was almost reaching the horizon, but this wouldn't stop any of the undead forces from moving. They wander aimlessly during both, day and the night. and speaking of, a group of them ahead. Ciaran waited and watch as they moved, until they caught his attention. Ciaran signaled Salem to remain where she was, and began to advance towards them. Perhaps, three he could see, and creeping up to one. As unexpected as they were, he was going in for a kill. He rammed his long sword into the armored hollow, piercing through to the other end. Finally catching the last two's attention, the battle was not long. Two former soldiers died very unskilled, and live again to remain unskilled. His sword pierced through the next hollow between its helm and the armor above it. The very last had a chance to swing. Ciaran raised his shield. And in return was a lunge to the lower body.
With three soldiers put to final rest, he found the two of them at the very borders of the town, and the sun at the very edge of the horizon behind him. The wind blowing did not help the fact, that this town was abandoned entirely. Not a sane soul to be in sight. The crows flew around the building and making sounds, their wings fluttering and watching the two as they began to walk into the city.
Goddess
Computer Nerd
Salem
"The Fire Keeper"
Salem stayed quiet as her eyes studied the area around them. The trees were rotten , with the left over stench of rotten flesh. The grass was smeared with dried blood, just the touch making it crumble to nothing. The bones all laid out scattered across burnt down homes, and crumbled shacks. Salem covered her nose with the sleeve of her cloak as her eyes narrowed. With a scrunched noise she turned her head from a kill that was hidden behind a few shrubs and bushes. Its small leg hung out, while another had a deer's head to cover the rest. Inhumane, or just? Salem remembered the time the father asked her about what she thought of the world. Who was in the wrong? How would you fix it? Salem could never answer correctly, her judgment always came out with, death. The light is wrong, but so is the dark. The dark is right, but so is the light. It's a balance that they need, to keep the flow of life smooth and settle. If one were to be taken out, then wouldn't it be the same for the opposite side. Death to all, would be the only way to fix it, or let the cycle continue in is repeated history. Salem's thought were interrupted by Ciaran's voice. when he had stepped on the skull, a sprite had came out to follow.
Salem smiled at the sprite, but her smile soon was masked by a frown. Squishing it in his hands, Salem clenched the side of her cloak as she looked toward the forest covered in darkness from the fleeting sun. How unfair for it's death to come so soon, and yet he speaks of it saving his life. Bothered, Salem was about to speak, until she was told to stop. Crouching down, Salem reached for the top shaft of her bow, while the other reached for the tip of an arrow. Wait he said? Did he not believe in her skills, her knowledge in the line of combat? Salem removed her hands from their positions, and instead grabbed the book , to write of his battle. As she watched, her thoughts yet again ran off the road. Salem was unsure if she should be offended, or upset. Was she being pittied, or did he find that a female such as herself was not meant for battle. Perhaps he was still worried for her, or was he trying to solo things. Was she truly just the ears and eyes of this journey? As he finished, so did Salem. Closing the book and slipping the pen into it's small holster, Salem rose to her feet.
"A good bout, your quick with you shield. You must be highly known, with such skill as your own."
Salem spoke as she jogged forward to walk behind him once more. The crows that sung all flew over toward Salem, their claws digging into her ,as they sat on her shoulder. Feeling no pain, she chuckled softly as she looked at their crimson eyes, their caws in her ears.
"Have you had a pet before? I've always wanted one....but I've never had the chance too."
Salem took her index finger and slowly used it to pet the crow's neck. The crow twitched as it looked up and cawed, its wings fluttering , before it rubbed its cheek against hers.
MisterAntagonist
The Antagonist of All
Ｃｉａｒａｎ ｏｆ Ｕｌｌｉｅｌ
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
Ciaran shot a small glance at Salem as she trailed behind. "A Kingdom well known for their swordsmanship and ferocious warfare, of course all others try and compete with our expertise." He said as he continued to walk. A few flocks of crows flew around them, and settled them onto Salem's shoulders. He watched their activities for a moment as they bickered. He knew well these creatures has the tendency to peck a human's eyes out if the two made prolonged contact. On his knowledge of these creatures, they have the mentality similar to humans, and extremely intelligent beings. "Never were we allowed to possess any creatures. If anything they would have fought along side us." He observed very closely to see, these creatures had made mutual connection with Salem. It quite surprised him. A person to be so closely connected to the holy spirits, yet a creature of a dark essence draws close.
And so they continued down the road, seemingly nothing was left undamaged or rotting away. The crumbling walls of structures, with vines and moss climbing their way up, broken carriages and barrels and pails. Until they've reached what seem to be a church, Ciaran had looked up at it. The very tall monument was still in stable condition, though appeared worn out and untouched for ages. But that changed as Ciaran moved up the stairs to the front, and pushing the two metal doors. What was inside, nothing but books and benches still perfectly aligned. He turned his head looking left to right, closely scanning until what was at the very front of the two; a mysterious sword plunged into the ground, with ashes below it. It grew wonder to him what that could be, so he approached inside, and closely looked at the object. Thinking it was only an ordinary sword, he grabbed the hilt and gently pulled; but it did not budge a bit. Instead, a warmth similar to the touch of Salem rushed through his hand, and the ash below began to crackle and light. A small burst of flames came to be, and it was the same exact flame as the one in the temple of Pallas. Ciaran looked mysteriously of the fire. "What on Earth..." He mumbled as he rest on one knee, observing the sword.
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
Ciaran shot a small glance at Salem as she trailed behind. "A Kingdom well known for their swordsmanship and ferocious warfare, of course all others try and compete with our expertise." He said as he continued to walk. A few flocks of crows flew around them, and settled them onto Salem's shoulders. He watched their activities for a moment as they bickered. He knew well these creatures has the tendency to peck a human's eyes out if the two made prolonged contact. On his knowledge of these creatures, they have the mentality similar to humans, and extremely intelligent beings. "Never were we allowed to possess any creatures. If anything they would have fought along side us." He observed very closely to see, these creatures had made mutual connection with Salem. It quite surprised him. A person to be so closely connected to the holy spirits, yet a creature of a dark essence draws close.
And so they continued down the road, seemingly nothing was left undamaged or rotting away. The crumbling walls of structures, with vines and moss climbing their way up, broken carriages and barrels and pails. Until they've reached what seem to be a church, Ciaran had looked up at it. The very tall monument was still in stable condition, though appeared worn out and untouched for ages. But that changed as Ciaran moved up the stairs to the front, and pushing the two metal doors. What was inside, nothing but books and benches still perfectly aligned. He turned his head looking left to right, closely scanning until what was at the very front of the two; a mysterious sword plunged into the ground, with ashes below it. It grew wonder to him what that could be, so he approached inside, and closely looked at the object. Thinking it was only an ordinary sword, he grabbed the hilt and gently pulled; but it did not budge a bit. Instead, a warmth similar to the touch of Salem rushed through his hand, and the ash below began to crackle and light. A small burst of flames came to be, and it was the same exact flame as the one in the temple of Pallas. Ciaran looked mysteriously of the fire. "What on Earth..." He mumbled as he rest on one knee, observing the sword.
Goddess
Computer Nerd
Salem
The Fire Keeper
"Creatures are a reflection of ones soul. Crows symbolize destiny, personal transformation, and alchemy. Intelligence, high perspective and fearlessness. Manipulative and mischevious as well." Salem chuckled as she rubbed the crows neck. "Sol is your name, do you like it? "The crow cawed loudly before ruffling its feather. Walking up along her arm, it perched itself on her shoulder, its eyes twitching as it watched the world around her. "Good boy...if you want I can figure out your animal. A warrior needs an animal does it not?" Salem walked a little ways up further to walk alongside him. Her eyes studying the rotting plants and the decaying life. Oddly as the continued forward Salem could feel an odd pressure in the air. It was light and warm, dark yet comforting. Salem was about to ask if he could feel this too, but her question had already been answered. Before her lied a church. Stable yet worn down , the church stood tall. Its holy light emitting in a dim like hue as the dust danced between the small rays of light that shined down onto the rotten grass and pale ground. As Ciaran pushed the doors open to walk inside, Salem moved swiftly under his arm toward the right side of the building. All around her were endless amounts of books, scriptures, desk, seats, and burnt out candle wicks that have either fallen over, or been placed on the book shelf.
"We...we should stay here for the night." Salem mumbled as her small fingers traced over the small words on the books. Unaware of what he found, Salem could feel a flame ignite within her. Grabbing the books on the shelf, her other hand grabbed at her heart. Leaning over, a spark would ignite around Salem, before it would fade from her side. Looking over she saw the silver sword around a pile of ashes. There her spark ignited with its flames and brought upon a campfire. "Ah...I should have expected that to be here..." Salem huffed as she tried to gather her breath. Standing up , she pushed off her hood, to let her hair fall.
"Around the world are several areas with a silver sword stabbed into the pits of ashes. Those ashes are the ashes of our brethren that have fallen...so said the Head father. When a fire keeper is near , a spark is lit and then the campfire. It has many capabilities, such as healing and energy boosting. This also marks a safe place, a safe heaven for those who ignited the flame." Salem bowed her head. "They are welcoming you to this church, please before doing anything else give your thanks to them." Salem smiled a little as she looked back toward the case.
"To think we would find one so soon....this is quiet an excitement, but it worries me. Beyond his point, it will only get harder."
MisterAntagonist
The Antagonist of All
Ｃｉａｒａｎ ｏｆ Ｕｌｌｉｅｌ
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
Ciaran glanced at Salem in confusion. So early to rest already? But the sun was already making its disappearance, and Ciaran knew through experience in the wastelands, that in the night there were much more different dangers that haunts during the night. And no, they were not hollows nor' animals, but humanoid figures that hides from the sun. So he couldn't try to argue there.
His gaze returned to the fire as Salem joined him. In curiosity he would wonder what would burn in the flames. Ciaran reached forth his arm, and the same sprite from earlier reappears above his palm. When he extended his arm a bit further towards the flames, the black sprite began to deteriorate into smaller particles. The fire devours it, and it began to burn brighter. It amazed him to see power that he could never see in Ulliel.
After he seen enough of what these flames does, he reached for his greatsword on his back, ramming it to the ground and sat back. Surprised it was not a tiring day for him, and that he would rather travel the night despite the dangers. "Suppose we will rest here tonight..." He said, resting himself against a support beam. The night of even during the summers could frost the plantation over in the wastelands. But they are, closer to the North, since the Northern Star shined so bright. It would be a very cold night. Ciaran continued to stare into the fire deeply as the last of the sun's rays were disappearing.
"So... this is not the first time things has been this way..." Ciaran said, keeping his gaze on the fire.
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
Ciaran glanced at Salem in confusion. So early to rest already? But the sun was already making its disappearance, and Ciaran knew through experience in the wastelands, that in the night there were much more different dangers that haunts during the night. And no, they were not hollows nor' animals, but humanoid figures that hides from the sun. So he couldn't try to argue there.
His gaze returned to the fire as Salem joined him. In curiosity he would wonder what would burn in the flames. Ciaran reached forth his arm, and the same sprite from earlier reappears above his palm. When he extended his arm a bit further towards the flames, the black sprite began to deteriorate into smaller particles. The fire devours it, and it began to burn brighter. It amazed him to see power that he could never see in Ulliel.
After he seen enough of what these flames does, he reached for his greatsword on his back, ramming it to the ground and sat back. Surprised it was not a tiring day for him, and that he would rather travel the night despite the dangers. "Suppose we will rest here tonight..." He said, resting himself against a support beam. The night of even during the summers could frost the plantation over in the wastelands. But they are, closer to the North, since the Northern Star shined so bright. It would be a very cold night. Ciaran continued to stare into the fire deeply as the last of the sun's rays were disappearing.
"So... this is not the first time things has been this way..." Ciaran said, keeping his gaze on the fire.
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Goddess
Computer Nerd
//I will post soon ,but I wish to say would you come join me somewhere? I'm more active there and its much better rules,set up wise ..I think.
MisterAntagonist
The Antagonist of All
//I'll take a look. As of now I am attending a convention in Reno NV, and by the next two days I will be back home. And then on the 25th I have o work at another convention. xP
Goddess
Computer Nerd
Salem
The Fire Keeper
Salem took off the pack that was on her back. Untying the not that wrapped around four times, two sleeping bags, a pot, two blankets, and some charms had fallen out. Grabbing the first sleeping bag , she trotted her way over toward Ciaran was. Rolling it out she patted the area that was stuffed with more cotton than the other half. Running back over toward the pile of things, she grabbed the blanket and a charm. Once more running back over toward the fire, she flopped out the blanket then placed a charm by the pillow side. Patting her hands she stood to her feet and gave him a smile. "Here for you, this is far more comfortable then leaning against your sword yes?" Salem gestured before walking over toward her own sleeping bag. Rolling it out near the books, Salem flopped out her own blanket and had placed a charm by her pillow side as well. Seating herself far away from Ciaran, she pulled out several books and began to read them.
"When I was young and new, I had traveled this world. Just once I had seen the entire world and learned from it. During our return we ran into a warrior. He had an axe instead of a sword. He had no shield and was wounded badly. That was the first time I had learned of the darkness hidden in the shadows. Growing gradually , tactful, and at an alarming rate. The warrior had gotten back from what appeared to be raid, or a scout mission to find the nest of this darkness. My father decided to help the man and called out one of the Keepers to aid in his battle against the dark. It's been happening for a while now, just no one sees it, or perhaps no one wants to see it." Salem spoke softly as she flipped the pages of the books. Their was old information and new information. Their were stories about beast, monsters, and legendary fighters. The code of the keepers, and where some are hidden. Passage ways, old charms, and ancient language well decrypted. Their was one section about hunting grounds, to stay away, and if forced inside to keep close to the dark bark tress and not the light.
"Why did you become a warrior?"
///lucky you lol I'm going to AWA soon
The Fire Keeper
Salem took off the pack that was on her back. Untying the not that wrapped around four times, two sleeping bags, a pot, two blankets, and some charms had fallen out. Grabbing the first sleeping bag , she trotted her way over toward Ciaran was. Rolling it out she patted the area that was stuffed with more cotton than the other half. Running back over toward the pile of things, she grabbed the blanket and a charm. Once more running back over toward the fire, she flopped out the blanket then placed a charm by the pillow side. Patting her hands she stood to her feet and gave him a smile. "Here for you, this is far more comfortable then leaning against your sword yes?" Salem gestured before walking over toward her own sleeping bag. Rolling it out near the books, Salem flopped out her own blanket and had placed a charm by her pillow side as well. Seating herself far away from Ciaran, she pulled out several books and began to read them.
"When I was young and new, I had traveled this world. Just once I had seen the entire world and learned from it. During our return we ran into a warrior. He had an axe instead of a sword. He had no shield and was wounded badly. That was the first time I had learned of the darkness hidden in the shadows. Growing gradually , tactful, and at an alarming rate. The warrior had gotten back from what appeared to be raid, or a scout mission to find the nest of this darkness. My father decided to help the man and called out one of the Keepers to aid in his battle against the dark. It's been happening for a while now, just no one sees it, or perhaps no one wants to see it." Salem spoke softly as she flipped the pages of the books. Their was old information and new information. Their were stories about beast, monsters, and legendary fighters. The code of the keepers, and where some are hidden. Passage ways, old charms, and ancient language well decrypted. Their was one section about hunting grounds, to stay away, and if forced inside to keep close to the dark bark tress and not the light.
"Why did you become a warrior?"
///lucky you lol I'm going to AWA soon
MisterAntagonist
The Antagonist of All
Ｃｉａｒａｎ ｏｆ Ｕｌｌｉｅｌ
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
His eyes did not waver from the flames as Salem unpacked their belongings for tonight. In fact, he could not recall the last time he had ever slept on something soft. Sleeping on the hard floor was something he grown accustomed to, so there would be no need. Not at all did he feel the need to rest so early into the night. Thinking of it now, perhaps he may sneak away for a little bit and explore the little city around him.
His eyes moved towards the young firekeeper as she began to speak, a wounded soldier from not too many years, possibly during their younger ages when she had discovered him. It sounded like one of those tales that were told about the darkness devouring the lands, and some "savior of the time" that revived order back into the world. But there were many tales and warriors left unnamed. Ciaran kept quiet for the time being, until Salem asked him a question.
"Well, in our land it's not something we really choose, but what we are born into If you were born to be a foot soldier all your life, be lucky you were not a serf." Ciaran said as he settled his shield off his back, laying his sword on top of it. "I was at the start just a regular soldier in armor at a very young age. I've had no authorities over anyone or anything. In fact, the first war I was pulled into may have earned myself a higher rank among the knights. It was probably the very most violent war that Ulliel has ever fought. The kingdom of Larareseth during the time was going through an economic crisis. Their plantations were dying and live stocks were growing ill and sick. A great many number of their people were dying of starvation during the famine of their time. It was very long and unexpected that we learned our lands were being raided." Ciaran moved himself closer towards Salem, taking one finger as he began to draw on the dusty floor, the drawings coming to life as the trails left were glowing. First he drew, was a map of the two kingdoms. "They came from the East and began attacking the people, killing anything on their sight that wasn't their own people. I could remember the sight of blood that spilled all over the dirt ground, and heads that rolled off and kicked over the side of the roads." The trails began to move itself demonstrating the movement that his enemies took. "They claimed a great portion of our lands. Before they could advance any further, the king of that time had sent the entire kingdom's soldiers to reclaim that part. However... That time alone we had lost perhaps thousands of soldiers. Yet knowing their strength, the king still demanded war against Larareseth, at the sacrifice of thousands more. " His fingers drew the rival kingdom, and how his own forces moved off. The brightness of the light trails showed how each color has weakened, showing how both forces were struggling. "Very few hundreds of us were very lucky to even return home in one piece. We were victorious after they had learned they could spare no more lives. If it weren't for that, Larareseth would have never existed now."
Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
His eyes did not waver from the flames as Salem unpacked their belongings for tonight. In fact, he could not recall the last time he had ever slept on something soft. Sleeping on the hard floor was something he grown accustomed to, so there would be no need. Not at all did he feel the need to rest so early into the night. Thinking of it now, perhaps he may sneak away for a little bit and explore the little city around him.
His eyes moved towards the young firekeeper as she began to speak, a wounded soldier from not too many years, possibly during their younger ages when she had discovered him. It sounded like one of those tales that were told about the darkness devouring the lands, and some "savior of the time" that revived order back into the world. But there were many tales and warriors left unnamed. Ciaran kept quiet for the time being, until Salem asked him a question.
"Well, in our land it's not something we really choose, but what we are born into If you were born to be a foot soldier all your life, be lucky you were not a serf." Ciaran said as he settled his shield off his back, laying his sword on top of it. "I was at the start just a regular soldier in armor at a very young age. I've had no authorities over anyone or anything. In fact, the first war I was pulled into may have earned myself a higher rank among the knights. It was probably the very most violent war that Ulliel has ever fought. The kingdom of Larareseth during the time was going through an economic crisis. Their plantations were dying and live stocks were growing ill and sick. A great many number of their people were dying of starvation during the famine of their time. It was very long and unexpected that we learned our lands were being raided." Ciaran moved himself closer towards Salem, taking one finger as he began to draw on the dusty floor, the drawings coming to life as the trails left were glowing. First he drew, was a map of the two kingdoms. "They came from the East and began attacking the people, killing anything on their sight that wasn't their own people. I could remember the sight of blood that spilled all over the dirt ground, and heads that rolled off and kicked over the side of the roads." The trails began to move itself demonstrating the movement that his enemies took. "They claimed a great portion of our lands. Before they could advance any further, the king of that time had sent the entire kingdom's soldiers to reclaim that part. However... That time alone we had lost perhaps thousands of soldiers. Yet knowing their strength, the king still demanded war against Larareseth, at the sacrifice of thousands more. " His fingers drew the rival kingdom, and how his own forces moved off. The brightness of the light trails showed how each color has weakened, showing how both forces were struggling. "Very few hundreds of us were very lucky to even return home in one piece. We were victorious after they had learned they could spare no more lives. If it weren't for that, Larareseth would have never existed now."
Goddess
Computer Nerd
Salem
The Fire keeper
"Born into? I understand that a little. My race you are either born pure or unpure. Being born unpure is a rare thing, usually its labeled as a disease." Salem said as she continued to look at the book she was holding. His story was like any other solider trying to make his way through the broken distorted world that man caused. Whether it be economic issues, political struggle in power, or hunger for materials, man had always found a way to pollute the world with bloodshed and toxins. Salem tried to feel a little empathy toward the human. For being so young he was pulled into a war with no option to leave, being born into something was a fate no one could really deny, a horrible one if Salem had anything to say about it. When he had moved closer Salem jumped a bit as she watched Ciaran. Looking down to his finger he began to draw segments of the past. In awe she closed her book slightly as she listened to more of his story.
It seemed natural for humans to kill anything on sight, a demonstration of power and no mercy. Salem raised a brow as she caught the part of him sending even more after their original loss. Salem thought their king wasn't smart, to loose more would put a dent in their stock back at their home. "So in truth...you really did not win the war. The king? On the other side was a smart man to pull out of the fight. Risking more lives would put a dent in his population...let alone what would be the point anymore for taking over if the people he was doing it for is dying. " Salem gave a glare toward the drawn out pictures. "The life of men confuse me."
Salem put he book down before standing up. Putting on the hood of her cloak she took her bow that was laying next to the pots and rags. "With us elves either your born pure or your born unpure. If you are unpure you are shunned from you clan and is cast out to the wild. It is not pretty of how we work , but it works without us spilling blood. We are peacefully when it comes to war. If one has the bigger populace , more materials, more land then we are titled as king. The other clans must merge with our own to build a more stronger better foundation. The leader of the small foundation is granted a place among the council. That allows them to hold a bit of power , so they do not have issues with the merge. If we were ever to shed blood, it would be due to treason." Salem narrowed her eyes as she looked toward the outside. "Treason you would normally die, but for some of us we are given the option to leave quietly." Salem smiled softly before walking toward the opening of the church.
"Neither here or there, I will be back before the sun rises. I need to clear my head a bit, and get a good luck of our surroundings." Salem gave him a smile before running off into the forest.
The Fire keeper
"Born into? I understand that a little. My race you are either born pure or unpure. Being born unpure is a rare thing, usually its labeled as a disease." Salem said as she continued to look at the book she was holding. His story was like any other solider trying to make his way through the broken distorted world that man caused. Whether it be economic issues, political struggle in power, or hunger for materials, man had always found a way to pollute the world with bloodshed and toxins. Salem tried to feel a little empathy toward the human. For being so young he was pulled into a war with no option to leave, being born into something was a fate no one could really deny, a horrible one if Salem had anything to say about it. When he had moved closer Salem jumped a bit as she watched Ciaran. Looking down to his finger he began to draw segments of the past. In awe she closed her book slightly as she listened to more of his story.
It seemed natural for humans to kill anything on sight, a demonstration of power and no mercy. Salem raised a brow as she caught the part of him sending even more after their original loss. Salem thought their king wasn't smart, to loose more would put a dent in their stock back at their home. "So in truth...you really did not win the war. The king? On the other side was a smart man to pull out of the fight. Risking more lives would put a dent in his population...let alone what would be the point anymore for taking over if the people he was doing it for is dying. " Salem gave a glare toward the drawn out pictures. "The life of men confuse me."
Salem put he book down before standing up. Putting on the hood of her cloak she took her bow that was laying next to the pots and rags. "With us elves either your born pure or your born unpure. If you are unpure you are shunned from you clan and is cast out to the wild. It is not pretty of how we work , but it works without us spilling blood. We are peacefully when it comes to war. If one has the bigger populace , more materials, more land then we are titled as king. The other clans must merge with our own to build a more stronger better foundation. The leader of the small foundation is granted a place among the council. That allows them to hold a bit of power , so they do not have issues with the merge. If we were ever to shed blood, it would be due to treason." Salem narrowed her eyes as she looked toward the outside. "Treason you would normally die, but for some of us we are given the option to leave quietly." Salem smiled softly before walking toward the opening of the church.
"Neither here or there, I will be back before the sun rises. I need to clear my head a bit, and get a good luck of our surroundings." Salem gave him a smile before running off into the forest.
