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 Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 4:57 pm
The man knew he would have to attack directly at some point. There was no question if he was going to win this battle, but the arrows would distract him--and they seemed to be working nicely already. The armor was the only trouble. He swore under his breath.
Thinking quickly, he took off his cloak and snapped off a tree branch. He fired a few more shorts, all aimed at his head, before dropping the branch behind the trunk of the tree, allowing Vexrion to see the cloak blow slightly his direction, as if he had dropped from the tree and was now hiding there, ready to run again.
Above, the man was perched.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:12 pm
Vexrion almost blasted through with his weapon before thinking, how would a well fastened cloak fall off?Regardless, he'd play it safe-ish. He DID jump at the cloak, swinging through it effortlessly withe blade. When he felt no resistance from skin and bone, the blow would've sunk into his arm but no further, he spun and spun the weapon into the air, believing that he may have been hiding above. He was a bit slow on the spin, if he dropped he would possibly catch him on his side.
Elves WERE known for logic, Vexrion no exception. Which was why he had planed to spin around the moment there was no resistance. Unfortunately, if anyone else joined in he would be defenseless.
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Xevrex listened intently. He may not be involved in the fight, but he could've sworn he heard a horse or something....
What was that? The enemy only had one horse... Did they hear teh fight? Xevrex turned to face the sound, now drawing the other small sword and holding it in his left, waiting. He would be the first attacked, no doubt. He'd get Romhild to safety if there WAS an attack. He silently swore it. He hated letting people get hurt.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:34 pm
The man finally dropped from the tree, hitting the elf in the side hard enough to make him fall to the ground. He then unsheathed his sword, Throne, and held it at the Elf. "I believe I have won, good sir." He then re-sheathed his sword, not wanting to hurt him, and offered his hand in a shake. He smiled handsomely. No doubt he would be recognized. The La Fays were known for their banishment as well as their dark essence, and Mordred's was one known the best. He took up his cloak again and put it around himself, tying the ends. Mordred looked at the Elf. "I did not catch your name."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:45 pm
"I stiill had tricks up my sleeve." Vexrion smiled back and took the man's hand and shook it. "Vexrion Hyraldn." Another well known fact in society, if you followed it. The 'pathetic' elf that fell in love with a human. Of his father, the one who gave the sentence coldly and without emotion. The mother who didn't so much as cry. The friends who called names and threw insults. Yes, the memories were a bitter storm he couldn't ever escape.
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Xevrex listened again. He smiled, Vexrion was always kind to the gracious winner. This man had certainly earned the elf's respect. But he heard the hooves, just so silently. "LEAD!" He shouted out, shoving the girl Romhild into the bushes for her safety as a man on horseback barely missed Xevrex's head with his sword, and a good 50 men followed behind. With a yell the Rebel ran into the midst, swinging his two weapons around in a graceful flurry of attacks.Vexrion had taught him well, and it showed. He threw the two blades after a while and set about with the buster blade, as about 34 more rebels, on Xevrex's side, joined in the fight with various weapons.
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Vexrion heard and picked another pocket of air and knocked off the man on horseback. "You shall pay brother." The man sneered and spoke in kind. "You were never my brother." The two had their swords ou and jumped into action, swinging high and low, each knowing the other's styles perfectly. This was Vexrion's fight, it was clear.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:42 pm
Mia silently followed her master out into the courtyard. She knew many would kill for the opportunity to be among a private meeting with the two generals, but for her, after these few years, it felt like almost routine. Upon approaching the general Irilentath, Mia curtsied from behind her own general. "It is good to see you are well my lord." She murmured to the drake, before falling back into silence to allow the two Elemental Generals to speak as if she wasn't there at all. She took the liberty of moving over to one of the stone benches so that she might easily balance the ledger on her lap and continue changing Ahriman's schedule to fit the new additions.She of course kept an ear out for anything that would be needed to be recorded.
At the mention of the drake merchants coming to the festival, Mia couldn't help but feel rather excited. She had heard that drake wares were quite strange to the ways of the elves, and with properties that only a drake would be able to produce. She hoped, that Ahriman might allow her to see the merchants while they were in the city, if even for just a moment. But with how busy she would be on the festival day she doubted she would have the chance. But maybe. She would very much like to get something to send home to her parents. And not to mention a gift for Mysto, some small token to represent Mia and Cara's loyalty and faithfulness to their goddess among all else.
Mia paused her thoughts for a moment to edit the schedule again to add the visit to the R'aalguthar stores. Hopefully the time table wouldn't become much more crowded. She worried for her master. Even though he had no worries of health and such as any other mortal, such a day must still be taxing in it's own way.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:11 pm
How very good, he did not have to even spare the additional workers. It would work out better than expected. It was worrying accepting drakes into the city, especially if any of the populous reacted badly and started something, but he would have to deal with it. The benefits outweighed the potential costs.
"It is set then." Ahriman agreed. "The R'aalguthar will be provided with the chance to purchase the finest and largest animals from the city for feasting." No doubt the richer farm owners and animal keepers would be keen to sell their wares to the drakes. "I will have time in the early morn' to see you and the trio. The guards will be ready to inspect their goods at that time." Seeing the items early, he might be able to secure items for himself or for Llewelyn before all of it went to the public. Might be helpful buying the Countess something, or even to reward his closest servants...?
That was it then. Other matters would have to be settled later, time was getting on and he needed to tend to other matters. "We can meet after the festival if there are any outstanding issues. For now though, if there is nothing else, I must see to other appointments."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 5:30 pm
Without a sound, Iri picked himself up from the ground. "Very well, tomorrow morning it is, then." He stretched in the courtyard, unfolding his winds(almost hitting the walls in the process) and stretching lengthwise, easing the kinks out of his muscles. Feeling invigorated, Iri pulled his wings back and looked back down at the general. "Then I take my leave. May you find time to enjoy yourself as well among the events tomorrow." He turned to leave, but paused when he noticed the fairy. "And you as well, little one." He winked at her and strode out, deciding to keep the unknown mystical pull that he was still feeling to himself. He wanted to figure this out on his own first. So, he followed the pull, deciding to find it out on his own before he took off for the R'aalguthar. This, of course, led him towards the market stalls and, eventually, towards a pair of elves. At this point, he had visited the market district enough that most people watched him only for a few moments before returning to business as usual. He hoped that this would be the case as well.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 4:23 am
Ahriman nodded to the dragon as a simple good bye, already thinking of his next task. He would have to approve his festival outfit(s) now. No doubt there might be alternative options he would have to pick a favorite from. Problem was having to recognize what looked good on him, when he lacked the ability to directly make such a judgement. Well, that's why Mia would be there.
As Ahriman turned back to the entrance he already expected his servant to be by his side. "Captain Mahrga must be contacted and told to prepare the best of his unit, ready for inspecting the drake wares the coming morning." He started. Mahrga was the elf in charge of the customs office and their representative guardsmen. Among other things they held a constant presence at the city markets and especially the city gates.
"I am now ready to see the seamstress." A room ought to have been made ready for him to try on his festival garb and as long as the seamstress was on schedule, there should be no issue.
Ahriman began heading for the entrance back inside the Silverhall, when the doors burst open and the captain of Llewelyn's bodyguard marched out. The man's rank was easy to identify by his expensive and luxurious armor, but his face was pale and he looked to be in sour spirits. He was followed by two other guards and several shock-stricken servants. They bowed deeply and knelt in front of Ahriman. "Speak." He commanded them, even though Ahriman already knew what this would be about.
"The High Countess is missing, your Lordship. She went to pray but the temple has been found empty, no one came out nor did anyone else go in." The man spoke hurriedly. He was obviously quite displeased, having failed his duty of protecting the female. What a troublesome distraction during such a busy time.
"There are no men to spare for a search. You and the rest of the Countess's bodyguard will don the uniform of regular city guards and look for her." Ahriman told them without hesitation. "Have someone deliver my message to Captain Mahrga In addition have him informed that the soldiers stationed at the gates should be on the lookout for an Arcanis of the countess's description, and not to let any such individual pass outside." This was directed to his winged handmaiden, and he paid no more heed to the other people present. "The High Council must be told and invited for a crisis meeting. It will be held late tomorrow night." His work was piling on. He would be busy the whole day and so the council would have to get together in the evening after Ahriman's part in the festival was complete, and after he had seen to the R'aalguthar. This of course meant a lot more duties for his servants.
Then, Ahriman walked past the guards and returned inside his palace. He would carry on his duties as normal, as was appropriate. The only people he would have to answer to about the issue of Llewelyn's absence was the High Council, and as long as the girl returned before the meeting everything could be... fixed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:55 pm
{I can understand wanting to create a dramatic scene, but try not to use armies in the future, Vex, unless you've asked us first and we've a plot planned for it. It makes for a cool dramatic scene, but can get dangerously god-moddy, especially if you aim that entire army at another person's characters.}
Romhild, having been a slave all her life, did not know anything about polotics - let alone those involving the Elemental Generals. She barely even had a proper knowledge of the True Goddess and her two daughters, only knowing small bits and scraps that she'd overheard strangers speaking of in her lifetime. Still, she somehow got the feeling that the hansome stranger was someone important. Perhaps she would learn more later? Before she could ask anything significant, however, things went awry with the foolish elf and his cronie shoved her into the bushes. Silently, she swore to herself that she would kill him the very moment she was able.
Xevrex's actions, even if they had been intended to 'save' her, earned him her utter hatred. Had she the opprotunity, she would have already slain him. But alas, the incoming "I can fight for myself, dimwit." she growled, not bothering with manners or even thanking him for trying to help her. Perhaps she seemed ungreatful, but it didn't matter. As far as she was concerned, both Xevrex and Vexrion were pushy numbskulls who were only playing 'hero' because their egos demanded so. She doubted they had any real reason to do this, either. This was merely the most obvious injustice they could find, no doubt. They probably never knew what it was like to be a young child, whipped and beaten the very instance she openly expressed any form of individual thought or action beyond that of their master's whim. These fools probably never knew what it was like to truly starve, if only on the cruel whims of an unforgiving master. They never knew the pain of watching their loved ones being ripped limb from limb just so the master could screw over their soon-to-be-owners. They never knew a damn thing, she didn't doubt, or they wouldn't be acting half as arrogant and blind as they had been. Words could not express the feelings of disgust she felt for elves and their close associates, no matter which side they took.
She was quick to unsheath her sword and leave the bushes, taking a defensive stance as she warilly watched the combat from a distance. She was in no hurry to assist either side what-so-ever, but instead, looked around for the other human. She would honestly rather just leave with him and leave the fools to their fate. But alas, things were not likely to end so pleasantly.
{Not that I can't understand her reasoning behind it, but man, Romhild is coming off pretty b***h right now. XD}
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 3:01 pm
((Understood. Sorry. >< I've been depressed a lot lately and I needed to get something [In my head at least] Utterly massacred. The only thing that came to my head was barely not even 100 people just cutting one another to pieces. I'll post a reply in a bit... I need to go for a while. I've had way too many triggers today pulled for my depression. >< Sorry.I do feel bad if it's any consolation.))
[Here's my post. Kindda going to be half hearted though. Sorry for everything again. Really sorry, really wish I could make up for it in an instant. Okay, post time.]
Xevrex continued the deadly dance, nimbly moving the massive and normally unwieldy sword (seemingly) effortlessly from fight to fight with the various enemies. He noticed one of the rebels about to get cleaved, like several other of the unfortunate friends of his, and jumped in, blocking the ax with the flat of his blade. He shoved the man back and spun around, plunging the buster blade into his gut and moving on again. Of the 34 rebels, maybe 6 or 7 had fallen, but that was only because they had surprised the counter-rebels. He sighed and continued. In honesty, he hated having to fight. To kill. And he wanted to keep everyone he could from having to risk their deaths. And the ones that did risk it? It was his job to watch them, help them grow. And protect them, as family.
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The unknown assailant, cloaked in a dark robe and cover armor, was holding his ground well. He fought on par with Vexrion, neither warrior giving ground. The blocks were nearly perfect, both knowing what the other would do before it happened. Then when they thought they had an edge, suddenly the other pressed the offensive, and their dance would resume. They grew tired as time came on, but still they fought on, unwilling to allow victory to fall from his grasp.
((Again, sorry for anything god-moddy. I really try not to.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 5:49 pm
As the battalion was ambushed, Mordred stood there, unimpressed. “What an aggravation,” he muttered, shaking his head. A few elvish soldiers slipped out of the fray and towards him. With his swords, he cut them down with ease, predicting each of their moves. They fell to the ground, dead. He simply returned his weapons to his sheaths and around himself. Looking at the sun, he had realized he had stayed here much too long. Was the elf’s help really needed? No, and he had won the battle, which meant he could leave.
He chuckled, watching the men for a moment hacking each other to pieces. He chuckled. What savages. He turned in the direction of the Capital, when he observed the girl from earlier leap from the bushes, ready to fight. “Hm,” he tilted his head slightly. She on the other hand could be a great asset to him.
Putting on his cloak once more and raising his hood, he moved up a tree, into the large thicket as not to be seen. He then moved across the branches until he was directly above the girl. From there, the stranger proceeded to lower his hand towards her. “Come with me,” he spoke gently, and rather kindly.
From the close proximity, it was now Mordred could tell that the woman was rather...pretty actually.
"I'll be able to lift you," He lowered his other hand. "I'm not about to be massacred by some stray family drama." He chuckled, only revealing his handsome smile under his hood. "Come, we don't have much time."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 6:07 pm
Xevrex whistled, signaling a retreat for the rebels. They took off into various directions, scattering about the forest again. Xevrex finished off a couple of guys and started off himself. He climbed a tree and watched the only remaining combatants. Vexrion and he old lieutenant.
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Vexrion and the man grew weary. The next moments were crucial, and would decide the victor. When the assailant lost footing for a split second, VExrion pushed the chance. He stepped forwards, bringing his weapon down and knocking the man's away. He pushed his shoulder into him, sending him back towards the girl, but not really there. The hood fell back, and a clean shaven, clearly human face was visible now. HE snarled and ran back at Vexrion, who had already moved forwards and swinging the blade around. The man tried to duck, but only managed to get Vexrion's blade stuck in his skull for a moment before it continued through. The man fell, half his brain visible from the corner vexrion's weapon had taken off. Vexrion panted and looked around. The elves had all returned to wherever they came from, no having cared for the traitor human rebel. Vexrion sighed and found a few roses from one of the fallen warriors. He moved around, placing the roses in the hands of each of the fallen rebels, and at last returning to the traitor. "My brother to the end." He sighed and placed the last rose, symbolically black as night, in the traitor's hands and closed his eyes.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 8:23 pm
((Sorry, Gaaras, but Llewelyn's fling is about to be interrupted...))
Iri paused as, at last, it seemed he had found the elf he was looking for. The first, a male, was striking up a conversation with the lass, cheerily smiling and laughing. The second, the female he noted before and could sense the pull from, hid under a cloak, hiding most of her features. A smile lit her face and her eyes shined. Iri sighed to himself, wondering if what he was about to do was right. He didn't dwell on it long, as he stepped forward and lowered his head to the two. "Good evening, may I have a word with the lass?" He looked at the male and then back to the female. Sorry to ruin your fun bud, but this seems...dire. Iri blinked, his bulk and large head hiding who he was talking to. And, luckily for him, nobody seemed to notice as he occasionally stuck his head into some vendors stall, much to their surprise, and would take a look around, interested in some of the culture around him. Much to Iri's pleasure, most ignored him and side-stepped his tail, which he promptly pulled close to his body before tripping someone.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 8:34 pm
Llewelyn glanced up, slightly startled—not that a dragon was speaking to her, but that she recognized him from somewhere—and he had most certainly recognized her. The sudden urge to run filled her gut. She quickly grabbed Mahnway’s hand and squeezed it, but he calmly smiled and kissed her hand. He then turned to the Dragon, beaming and bowing his head very low. “Of course,” he said softly.
Llewelyn felt her stomach drop, though she could not blame him. He knew not of what she had done...how she had snuck away, or who exactly she was for that matter. She clutched her new necklace and silently pulled away from Mahnway, though her eyes trailed to him. She hoped with all her heart she would see him after this conversation. Swiftly, she moved to the Dragon as Mahnway took a few respectful steps away, and curtsied low. She kept her head bowed for a few moments before returning to stand.
“You would speak with me, your lordship?”
((Llewelyn's inner thoughts: FML.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:12 pm
Iri pulled himself closer to the girl so that his head was right by her body. Using his wing, he separated both of them from the other elf. He looked at her, up and down, and composed his thoughts. On an impulse, he sensed her fire and was quite alarmed, almost flinching and jumping to his feet. She was a star compared to the other living beings. And then he made a connection. The flame matched what he often sensed from the temple whenever he flew by. Mysto's influence. The pieces were falling together in his mind. However, he was still missing a key detail as he finally spoke in a low, but quiet, tone, "You see, I am quite baffled right now. While on my hunt before I returned, I sensed...a pull. As if someone was pulling my wings towards the city in desperation. As I descended, I spotted you climbing out of the temple roof, quite a feat I might add, and scamper into the city streets. And this pull was leading to you. I was initially...confused on what this pull was for. However, it feels much like...like a Thrumar...erm, maternal instinct of protection, if you will. Care to fill me in on what I'm missing?" His golden eyes locked onto hers, reading her body language. She was tense, he noticed. And...fear, was it? He was filled with an urge to comfort the lass, much to his own surprise. Why? He was confused. Very.
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