|
|
Post by Ryan Aramil Savredox on Jun 2, 2008 20:04:44 GMT -5
"Say no more... these vile curs who once wore our garments have now taken our freedom and tossed them ever so savage into the dirt... there stand them fast and glamorous, because they have taken the prize before we could... now we haul this carrion over to their tables, so they may commit sin in their indulgence. I will someday strike fear into their hearts, nay wait- till their son is ruler prince, then I will rip the kingdom from their noses and into chaos! All shall rot in vile hell for all I care!"
Those were the words spoken by a former soldier named Darius, he had built up his armies well... and even became a general. He lost the title due to drunkenness. Lord Samuel then died during the plague, and his son, his only son, Lord John took the throne. The plague ended, and the rains brought good crops, for two years all was well, and all praised Lord John, the mightiest of princes! But during a savage peasant uprising, that had started during the reign of King Samuel... the Lord John lost his throne, and was exiled form his kingdom. Barely escaping his death, he found himself lost in a barren forest, full of marsh and swamp, and rank with death. Dirt stained his clothes, and hope seemed to sink down into the depths of the never yielding bog.
"All be damned... if I ever loved anything more it was my people, my people..." he stumbled forward as he shouted his words feeling his way through the dark forest. "All be damned!" he screamed once more when he heard the sounds of jovial laughter. "I hear music in my ears, hark, a bard plays ahead of me... am I bound to heaven already? Nay, I shall seek this music and pay with this rather great sum of money I have brought... pray- this might not be my country but they wont know me..."
Lord John found the tavern which sat on the edge of the forest. "One ale please, good sir..." he said and the bartender idly fixed him his drink. Now I will search for a willing soul to aid me...
(Enter in the tavern if you are stuck...)
|
|
|
|
Post by creal on Jun 3, 2008 15:37:27 GMT -5
Suddenly a man stepped through the door, and said "I'm looking for Lord John." He then said "I have been sent to find you." I have a special quest that is all I am allowed tell you for now. "That's all I know actually" he whispered to himself. "I may also tell you my name, it is Creal, I am from a town near by" said the Creal. He looked shady, he had a dark hunters cloak that went to the floor.
"I am supposed to bring you back to my town and help in anyway I can to get you there." "Even if I die" said Creal with a nervous looking face, almost in a whisper. "We shall wait a while, tell it gets bright out." "The easier we see in the forest the faster we get to our destination." exclaimed Creal.
|
|
|
|
Post by aropeus on Jun 3, 2008 16:56:55 GMT -5
"Hello Creal" said a strange voice. "I have been looking for you as well. It seems that i am in need of your services. It looks like you are a hunter am i wrong? said the man. "Don't be scared all though you cannot see me I am not here to hurt you. I was sent by my master to find you and bring you back. Creal i do not know the purpose of this but i do know it is crucial. Remember my name is Shallom and as i cannot take you back, if you choose to come meet me by the town hall tomorrow if you accept my offer.
"I shall be going i must report to my master that i have found you"said Shallom. At that second a wind blew and somehow Shallom was gone as if he was nothing more than wind itself.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryan Aramil Savredox on Jun 3, 2008 17:26:35 GMT -5
"There is much undoing in my time, Creal... have you not heard... we can not go back through the forest, and whoever sent you hither I can not trust... for there are many, who are seeking me- Creal. Some can speak with honey on their tongues and yet behind their idle smiles and concerned looks hold daggers that seek to twist their fangs in my back... no, I can not leave here, nor go back... after this night I shall ponder my stay for a while, then travel across the plains..." Lord John said with a whisper, he was not a fool to trust so readily... and he knew that Creal could've been anyone, then there was this other man, this- Shallom. He did not like the sound of him either. "If you want to come, and you say you'd spare your life for me, then I say this: you wait a night, for that odd man Shallom, and then when all is sorted out, you follow me across the plains to my fair Uncle's country where I can stock up my wares and bring back my lost throne."
Even as Lord John spoke to his new aquaintences at the tavern, and a shadow whispered deep within the forest, as soldiers under new Lord Darius came searching for the lost king...
|
|
|
|
Post by fantasy on Jun 7, 2008 12:59:32 GMT -5
The wind blew silently through her hair, as she balanced herself against a tree- there was much to do, and yet she couldn't figure what she was doing at the time. Her name was Milly, and she had been a captain of the Army under Lord John, before Darius moved in and fired her. She, during the civil war she traveled south, and found this lovely forest, and the nearby tavern, where she had worked at for a few months now... she then noticed how late it was getting, and she knew that the inn would be getting fairly busy, so she jumped out of the tree and then made it back to the tavern.
As she entered the familiar roaring noise of drunks and other patrons, a smile crossed her face, but then quickly disappeared as she noticed the image of Lord John sitting at the counter- of course nobody else at this tavern knew of him, or of her past- but she thought of two reasons why Lord John would be here. Either he was looking for her because she fled from the kingdom to avoid a bloody and horrible civil war, or because he had lost the war and sought shelter in his uncle's country. Whichever one it was, she would have to confront him about sooner or later. So she pranced up to the counter, fixing her long magenta hair and re-adjusting her short sword at her side, it would be best not to call him Lord John in front of the bartender, so she just sat next to him.
"Hey, there- you look new around here..." she said quietly into Lord John's ear.
|
|
|
|
Post by creal on Jun 10, 2008 21:38:39 GMT -5
"OK" said Creal "then I shall prove to you I promise you no harm." He pulled out a longsword from his cloak. It had a sapphire above the hilt. It is only rewarded to people who have been a part of the royal guards and have done something like save a man the is being killed. Any one who has it will always honor the kings. The sapphire was a symbol of his time as king. "Now have I proven to you I mean you no harm?" said Creal. He looked at the king with hope in his eyes...
|
|
|
|
Post by aropeus on Jun 10, 2008 22:06:27 GMT -5
Shallom was waiting by the town hall but no one ever showed. he must have gone with that Lord John he thought. I must go find him." but first i have to go talk to my master. Shallom took the breeze and was gone. He became the ground and searched for his master. It wasn't hard because being the ground lets you see everyone on it. He became the wind again in front of his master. "He has not showed. Shall i kill him? No" said Yulak. "We may still be able to convince him to help us. I shall go find him and bring him back alive for you to handle Master."
Shallom became the earth and looked around for Creal until he found him by the tavern. Because he was everywhere took a hand and wrapped it around Creal's leg.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryan Aramil Savredox on Jun 11, 2008 6:45:52 GMT -5
Before Creal's words reached him he heard someone whisper into his ear. He tensed up for a moment, the face he thought he had seen before, but he knew that she was more clever than that- she wouldn't speak his name out loud because it could cause the bounty hunters to find him.
He smiled at her, "Yes, I just dropped in..." he murmered, he hoped that she would help him. He knew that she had left during the civil war, and was great with a blade- he did not know why she had left, but he felt he could trust her... Milly was her name, and it was hard enough for him to remember it, being a king and all. Then he turned to Creal.
"Well, suppose you killed someone with that sword, and took it yourself?" he asked, "I can not trust you unless you go with my plan..."
|
|
|
|
Post by creal on Jun 12, 2008 15:51:49 GMT -5
Creal was startled by the hand that had clasped around his leg. "Help me" he shouted. "I'm being grabbed by the earth." He took out his sword and stuck at the arm. It seemed to go further back every time he hit it. Creal had an idea. He kept striking at it and twisting until he got free. He climbed on the bar of the tavern and stood the. He stood guarding himself and constantly looking around.
|
|
|
|
Post by aropeus on Jun 12, 2008 16:17:02 GMT -5
Since Shallom was nature itself and could become nay thing that is or was made by nature except people and animals he the wind. He made a 70mpr. gust strait at Creal. Creal fell to the ground. Shallom became the ground as he had done before and wrapped his arms and legs up in the hardest rock that he was now made of. "let's see you brake free of this."
|
|
|
|
Post by fantasy on Jun 12, 2008 17:26:18 GMT -5
Milly quickly pulled Lord John out of the way of the strange wind that was coming about, her sword was out in her hand instantly, and before anyone could say another word or do anything else she stabbed the ground next to the hard rock that Creal was encased in and muttered a quick spell turning the floor into water. She did not know if Lord John wanted this man to follow him or not, but she was sure it wouldn't hurt. She then grabbed him by the cuff of his shirt, and pulled him away from the tavern, beckoning Lord John to follow her quickly. She was fast- almost too fast to be comprehended by the other patrons of the bar.
"Come on, you don't want that thing coming after you again do you?" she asked Creal pulling him along...
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryan Aramil Savredox on Jun 12, 2008 17:35:27 GMT -5
Lord John quickly recovered, he then knew that this is was his opportune moment to get away from the tavern and travel to his uncle's country in the south. He quickly followed Milly, uncertain as of what she had done in the tavern to free this warrior who claimed to be trustworthy. The king was sick of masters, and their foolish apprentices, all he wanted was his kingdom back in his hands, he closed his eyes and placed a careful hand on the hilt of his sword.
"I am coming Milly...!?" he shouted after her.
|
|
|
|
Post by aropeus on Jun 12, 2008 18:16:26 GMT -5
Shallom wasn't sure wat happened but he knew he must get Creal. SO Shallom became the earth and grabbed hold of all three of them with seven arms each except Milly. He held her with 10 arms for three extra were clapped to her mouth.
|
|
|
|
Post by fantasy on Jun 12, 2008 18:35:35 GMT -5
Milly wasn't sure if this thing knew what it was getting into. She did not like being touched by strangers, no matter who or what it was. On top of which, she was getting angry- if she couldn't save the other man, fine- she would just have to escape with Lord John, and she would. But she did not know how without being able to move how could she possibly escape with the King? There was only one answer- to summon him. She could do it with just a whim of her mind, a very rare aspect.
She brought forth the correct summoning rite, and then a shadowy figured appeared from the clouds. It slowly took form, and then- because she was unable to sustain the summon properly, the figure exploded, sending millions of shards of pure magic in all directions- this was unintentional, but it had served a good purpose. Through a vacuum of space and time magic, the king and Milly were warped to a very far away place- yet it was not unfamiliar to them. The magical stress on her body caused her to collapse upon reaching the ground once more. They were near the border of Lord John's Uncle's kingdom, a haven, at least so they thought.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryan Aramil Savredox on Jun 13, 2008 14:13:14 GMT -5
John slowly staggered upright, he wasn't clear what had happened, but Milly had saved him from that strange being. Although she had done it haphazardly, he knew that he could trust, and he looked around.
"The high cliffs... my uncles kingdom!" he exclaimed, and then noticing Milly on the ground, picked her up in his arms and slowly carried her towards safety. He wouldn't be able to climb over the high cliffs while she was unconscious so he made camp, seeing that night was coming on them fast.
|
|
|
|
Post by creal on Jun 17, 2008 8:43:52 GMT -5
Creal started to move violently. He to had learned some magic in his life. He mumbled a couple of words, to make the air like knives. It cut the earth holding him and backfired. He was sent flying by this powerful blast. He found himself back at the tavern. He quickly took cover under his cloak, in the darkest corner of the attic he could find...
|
|
|
|
Post by aropeus on Jun 17, 2008 14:46:59 GMT -5
Shallom was mad. how come everyone i need to catch knows magic he thought. So Shallom decided that he wouldn't play nice anymore. He became the air so Creal would not know he was there. He went to the obvious place to look. The darkest place. The tavern. He became the very wood that made the tavern and found Creal in the corner. This time he became the wind grabbed hold of
Creal then became the wood with Creal. That way if Creal hurt him he would hurt himself as well. He became the ground and started to his master. I am coming Yulak.
|
|
|
|
Post by fantasy on Jun 24, 2008 15:49:57 GMT -5
Milly awoke, and it was very dark outside. Lord John had built a fire next to her, and she was thankful that she had saved him from whatever it was that had attacked him. She wasn't used to her summons getting out of control like that but all she could think of was how safe they were now.
|
|
