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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 00:07:31
How are we to defend our charges and our lands against such foes? Our defense cannot involve us leaving our lands, for our lands are sacred. That and your job is to protect them, and I would strongly advise you against failing that. If they attack I can make a shield which will hold them back, but that can only last for so long, yes? We cannot run, and we cannot risk a siege such as that, so where are we left?

Perhaps *Tourivil said, rubbing his chin as they made their way to the battlefield. * Our only defense left to us is attack.

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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 00:29:04
Well I can tell you this; Shane isn't going to be staying here much longer. His respect for you is limited by his friendship with Lazarus' kid, Genrir or something like that. In any case if we hope to defend them and, by extension ourselves, attack is the only option left open to us. War, Tourival, not simply battle. Yes, it would seem to me that it shall be a war of dirty tricks and hard thought tactics. A war that will involve you sitting in a big chair with a map of Sardo out afore you and forty-nine little Barney heads, maybe a Faolin, Shane and Benrie head too, positioned too strike. It was hard to say whether Brunnex was mocking strategy or simply envisioning he he suspected the war would go. I'm thinking we should call it the War of Extremely Awe Inspiring Beranubus and others. Brunnex chuckled heartily.

It would seem I cannot hold a serious conversation for long, my friend. Brunnex replied as he stopped chuckling. Stop worrying, Tourival. You know there is a Ferrock in the Black Forests of Gateau who sings a very distinct type of music he calls 'Feggae Feggae'. Quite an extraordinary sound I assure you and in one song he sings... Brunnex vocal cords shift only somewhat visible by his Adam's Apple bulging out for a couple of seconds as things moved about.

In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy...


Brunnex sang his vocal chords a perfect imitation of the Ferrock he may, or may not, have consumed. Assuming Tourival hadnt stopped his friend by now he added, in his own voice, Don't worry, Tourival, just be happy.

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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 00:39:27
*Tourivil had projected a small shield over what was left of his shredded ears to protect them from Brunnex's crooning. He shrugged. *

If shane leaves now, he will come back one day. I have planted the seed inside his mind, he will always look to blood magic to make him stronger, to my discipline to make him better. I am not worried. I intend to live a long time, as I have much work to do.

As for strategy, I would be a poor choice for a commander. I am no great leader of men, no Strange, no Tillion, no Brunnex, *Tourivil let Barney's old name slip, indicating it was not on his mind on the moment. * I am merely a modest mage of my master's school, my place is on the battlefield. Though, it is my own private fear that in this war, I will be the weakest one there.

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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 00:58:32
Barney smiled. I would not add Brunnex to that list personally. The flaming passion of spirit may have been in his heart but it was not in his heart. His purpose was too burn this world to the ground and in doing so lure out and kill the one whose blood he shared. He was lost and lost men cannot lead.

Barney seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before speaking again. You're always stronger than you think but never as strong as you want to be. Has the Grimoire caused your blood to haemorrhage and your brain to leak through your eyes? Have I went on yet another blood frenzy and almost killed, humph, well there'd be no friends left to attempt to murder. I should make more friends. Eh, anyway my point is out of you and Jan who was saved? Who was brave enough to protect Shane against a rogue demon despite being outmatched? Who continues to live despite severely underpowered madmen with magical swords and severely overpowered elves with brass balls? If your answer involves the word; accident; fate; chance; or any phrase that implies the survival of both Una'Keth and yourself is nothing short of a tremendous feat we, but mostly you, accomplished. Brunnex sighed and kicked the dirt.

Sometimes I wonder if Brun was prone to speeches. I could take another lap around his memory and find out but that man lived just about the dullest life I've ever experienced...

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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 01:53:09
Your words are kind barney, but in the end we both know that I have not won my own victories, and that all of them have been tinged with defeat. Hopefully one day I will be able to come to terms with the fact that I am not, nor shall I be, a fraction of the mage my master was. *Tourivil took a moment, and looks around. The battlefield was still scattered with the marks of war, holes burnt into the ground, swords and bones sticking out the sand. The desertmen had claimed their own dead, and left the others for the buzzards. *

So, where do you remember dying? *Tourivil said, gesturing to the field around them. *

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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 02:32:29
Barney was tempted to push the subject but he was very suddenly reminded of his poor body lying and rotting out here somewhere among the corpses of the weak and pathetic. That kind of made him feel weak and pathetic and he didn't much like that.

Never been asked that before. I wonder how many have. Barney replied closing his eyes as he tried to remember those last moments.

Barney was silent for about a minute and a half. He then opened his eyes a thoughtful expression on his face. You know there was something fishy about the way I died. He said as he started to pick his way through the battlefield unearthing a rotten face here and then as he thought he recognised people. My armour crumbled, the demon withdrew beyond reach and, oddest of all, it was a dagger to the back. Poetic, yes, but not quite so lethal as to kill me in mere seconds. Reeked of black magic too. If I didn't know any better... Barney trailed off having either forgotten that Tourival was there or not wanting to say what came next.

I wonder if Toun is in here somewhere. Barney mused as he unearthed a faceless, as in literally beheaded Threllos. Do you think some amount of magic lingers over his corpse? Magic has been known to permeate the bodies of the powerful. Like Strange; I could practically smell it off his corpse. Of course he had died in a very magical way. Barney mused speaking more to himself than Tourival. Then again he might be in pieces. Especially if it was Jet that did it.

Aha! Yes, here we are. Barney decided suddenly. There was no obvious body in front of him but he looked pretty sure of himself. Barney got down on his knees and thrust his arms into the sand. His arms extended shooting forcefully into the sand until they hit shoulder. Shoulder bones.

Huh... Barney intoned with a scowl. Right stand back. He rubbed his hands together and stood back himself rapidly chanting in the old language. He brought his hands out before him and slowly parted them. The sand parted in front of him opening up to his command as Brunnex very suddenly changed to English as he chanted Do not fear! Stand still, and see the salvation of the Gods, which They will do for you today. For although you have seen great suffering by Their hands today, you shall never see it again. The Gods will fight for you, and you shall remain sated! Haha, that's what Mobious said to some of the earlier settlers of Sardo as he parted the Great Sea to lead them to this 'paradise' you know.

His touch for the over-dramatic promptly completed the sand had parted and essentially halved a sand dune creating something of a straight path through said dune. Bones and weapons stuck out of the walls in places but, most importantly of all, was the strangest skeleton Barney had ever seen which lay a step away before him in the sand. Odd not because the body had been picked entirely clean of flesh in such a short time, odd not because the mask was still covering the skeleton's head or that it was still wearing the gold band the Threes emissary had given them. Simply odd because the skeleton was green. The bones had all been bleached a light shade of green. It was safe to say none of the other skeletons were green...

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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 02:54:43
Well, that was far easier that I expected it to be. *Tourivil remarked offhandedly. * I was expecting to have to dig up the whole field.

That is one item off today's list then. Well, get your mask. We still need to get the little guy out of the forest, and meet back up in the city you know. *Tourivil had seen far stranger things that a green skeleton. He wasn't worried unless it picked up a sword. *

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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 03:28:27
Brunnex glared first at Tourival, next at the skeleton and finally at Strange's mask. He stepped forward and lifted the mask off his head popping it on. He had to take a cleansing breath as his brain connected into a network of minds spanning the entire universe. He had forgotten about that. He could speak to every single person in the Universe and only a very powerful being could attempt to deny him. His mind was sharper too. As well as his eyes. It was a mask of clarity all things considered.

I bet it was that dagger that did this too me. Brunnex said picking up his hand and sliding the ring off it. You need to speak with your pupil about this, Tourival. My body is cursed. Clear for all to see. A very powerful curse at that. He had to pay a price for this. I suggest you ask him what he paid. We need to know. Demons and spirits are tricky and what they ask is never as much as what they take. Brunnex sounded deadly serious slipping on the gold ring as he finished. Luckily the ring didn't seem influenced. It probably had a Godly blessing on it.

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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 04:40:50
*Tourivil pondered for a moment. *

Very well, my friend. I will heed your advice on this. *Tourivil reached inside his robe, and pulled out a large handkerchief, which he picked up the a green rib bone with, and wrapped it up into a neat little package before stowing it in his robe. *

The curse, whatever it may be, did not seem to hinder your return at all. And don't look at me funny, a confrontation without evidence goes nowhere.

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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 15:39:09
The curse most likely targets biological matter. The perfect way to kill me but it left my soul undamaged. I don't think whatever did this wanted me to stay dead or, more likely, it simply didn't care. Yes, a deal with a demon is often followed to the letter. Shane wanted death and there was one. It just wasn't permanent. I wonder if he would do it agai... Brunnex trailed off as Tourivil picked up one of his cursed rib bones.

Well, I don't want it any more. Brunnex shrugged.

Strange Junior next then. Brunnex said with a lazy roll of his shoulders. You know he never has given me a name. Brunnex mused I expect he is too mysterious and powerful too have a name. Brunnex added sarcastically.

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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 18:52:16
Fenrir chuckled and spoke, but whatever he said was lost in the explosion of noise created as Erda thudded onto the ground behind him, creating a large updrift of sand as he done so which rose like a mushroom cloud into the sky obscuring the sun momentarily.

Faolin was standing beside Fenrir in the blink of an eye, so quick that one could question if he teleported actually though doing so would have been highly pointless and very risky. The Rider smiled at Shane, looking at him in the same way a father does when their son makes a blunder; for all his training and hard exterior Shane remained the same child Faolin had known so long ago, that was good.

Fenrir turned around and took a few steps backwards so that he no longer stood beside Faolin, but beside Shane instead. It was clear the boy knew that Faolin had brought them out here to speak to them both about something serious, and by standing beside Shane it made Faolin's job easier since he wouldn't have to keep looking back and forth.

"I will not play around my point here today boys." Faolin said in a stern voice, Erda took a single step towards the group which put him directly behind Fenrir and Faolin, his head hung over the two like a giant draconic umbrella.

"You two boys have travelled with Erda and I enough to know, at least partially, of the might of my kind, those known as 'Dragon Riders'. Together, Erda and I are an unstoppable force upon any battlefield to say the least.

I do not say this for boasting's sake, no I say this so that you have a clear picture of what I'm about to say, do you understand me?"

Faolin paused for a moment, looking at Fenrir and Shane in turn and making sure that both boys were paying full attention before he continued on;

"The Inarus Elves are like no other foe any of us have ever faced and, as it stands currently, if we fight them we will certainly lose and be killed, Sardo shall forever remain under their control. Your strength is great, I will not diminish either of your training regimes over the past months, but if we were to enter this war here and now with both of you at your current level of skill then you would be killed within a month for sure.

You present a large enough threat to be taken entirely seriously by the Inarus, and yet are not strong enough to fend off the more powerful amongst them.

Fenrir, your brother may resemble your father more in appearance but your skill with weaponry is second only to him in my eyes. You have advanced so incredibly quickly over this past year that it is clear for all to see you are a true child of Lazarus, even your father could not have predicted you would be such a natural talent when it came to swordplay. If it were not for your father's Stygian immortality back when he was a Demigod then a match between the two of you would have had no clear winner, your skill is truly marvelous and your heart is the most pure of any I have met in my travels.

Shane, in mind your father was an abstract man and often he and I would have disagreed on matters if we had spoken more...But what I can say for Brun is that he was as gifted a mage as they come, once every few hundred years a mage of his caliber is born, and yet I feel justified in saying that you may be an even grander mage than he, given time. Your life has just begun and yet already you posses almost as much magic as myself, and I am a fully realized Rider in what should be the latter stages of my natural human life. Your magical knowledge is not so vast as of yet, but your skill in implementing what you do know is incredible, and I wholeheartedly believe that given a few more decades there shall be no mage on the planet that you will not outclass.

However, for all your strength and your cunning, for all your magic and your spells, for all your courage and your effort, your reward for fighting the Inarus would be little above a swift and merciless death.

I do not say this to make you feel weak, or insignificant, but rather to assert that these foes are not to be trifled with.

In all of history there has only ever been one force capable of meeting the Inarus on the field of battle on equal terms; The Dragon Riders."

Faolin rested his hand upon one of Erda's massive neck scales and smiled, thinking of the hundreds of stories Leagona had told both of them of the ages passed, of a time so long ago not even Brun or Lazarus would be able to recall it.

Smashing his smile with a renewed face of steel Faolin continued once more;

"The Inarus and my Order long battled one another, a war that raged so long and grew so intense that a truce was called for the safety of the world, before things escalated earth-shattering levels.

However, with the Dragon Riders all but extinct our chances of defeating the Inarus are slim-to-none. Unless we take drastic, and unthinkable, measures of course. Without the help of the Three, or Balthazaar, it would take dark and foul magic to raise enough strength to counter the Inarus fully, and the price we would pay for such strength would be unthinkable. This option is no option at all.

There is another hope though, perhaps Sardos greatest hope; you two boys."

Faolin saw a flicker of something in Fenrir's eyes; Anger? Doubt? Annoyance? Misery? What it was he could not say, for it was too fleeting a moment before Fenrir masked it as he had learned to over the past months, but whatever it was Faolin had not expected to see that in the boys eyes at a time like this.

"As I have said at the current time neither of you are strong enough to make any long-lasting difference, however I have a proposition that could change that fact, and change the face of this world forever;

Would you two boys accept the honour, and responsibility, of becoming part of my order; would you like to take your place in history and rise to the title of Dragon Rider?"

Faolin still remembered the day Erda appeared before him as a hatchling, the day his life, and even his name, changed forever.

They had been less than an hour from being sieged by an army of Ferrocks led by Marrok, less than an hour from a battle that may have cost the Resistance their cause long before it would eventually be lost at the hands of Jet and the rest of the Sardonian army. Faolin had bore a different name, he had been a different man then, and the man he was had neither the power nor the cunning to escape the fate he had brought down upon the peoples he was supposed to be liberating.

And then Erda came. Erda came, and Faolin was born, and with his birth Markus Laorkan rose from a peasant barely note-able skill to a Rider strong enough to instantaneously kill 300 Ferrocks with a single attack. He had risen from dirt to greatness in that single instant when he bonded with Erda, he could only wonder what heights two boys as already powerful as Shane and Fenrir would become if they were to bond with Dragons.

Sardo was changed greatly when Faolin was born, but when these two boys were reborn as Riders the entire world would change forever...

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Posted on Wed Apr 24, 2013 23:28:56
Don't be ridiculous, I know his name. *Tourivil said dismissively. *

His name is *As tourivil began to form the beast's name in his throat, the sheild of a dead soldier was knocked over by the wind, and fell with a terrible clatter onto a pile of arms and armor.

By the time the noise subsided, Tourivil was scrambling up the nearest sand dune, headed for the forest. *

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Posted on Wed May 01, 2013 17:57:43
Lord Troy was perched at the same table he had been perched at for most of this damned war, a table on which was stretched a map of Sardo with flags marking forts the Resistance held and many more flags showing larger Elven outposts and controlled areas. The Resistance, as he so hated to refer to his cause, was not doing very well at all in recovering it's lost land and their own losses only grew with every encounter.

The map was not what he looked upon for once, instead he was reading through two letters from a captain stationed at Fort Surthgard, both of which he had read a dozen times already. The letters were not large, nor very detailed, and yet they held within those few lines the greatest sign of hope he had seen for this war so far.

The first read, amongst other standard tidings;

....We have also opened our gates to several vagrants of note, under normal circumstances I would have awaited your reply before doing so but given the nature of these men I felt it best not to keep them waiting.

The man whom led the pack named himself as the Rider Faolin, boasting the Dragon to back up his claim, and those that followed him claimed the names of Ryuk, a bodyguard of little note, Gert; a Dwarf from the mountain clans, and most worryingly of all perhaps; Nahkaro Mizashi, whom greatly resembles in both name and appearance one of the masked invaders we repelled nine months ago.

At first I feared that Faolin had fallen in with our enemies, but upon opening our gates they showed no sign of attacking, and in fact brought in some Sardonians they freed from enemy clutches.

Several dozen more civilians have taken refuge in the Fort, and several hundred hill-Dwarves are camped in the forest nearby.

Requesting orders for future action regarding the Rider and his companions....

That letter had brought tidings Lord Troy had been awaiting every day for nine months now; new that Faolin had finally decided to join this war fully. What had kept the man from doing so up until now was anybody's guess, but Lord Troy hoped that it was a darn good reason considering his presence before now could have saved hundreds, if not thousands, of lives and perhaps turned the entire flow of this war. Lord Troy may not like the ex-rebel, but even he had to admit that he had a charm with the low-born befitting a Lord, and his skill in battle was practically unrivalled in the world now.

The second was even smaller, and yet more war-changing than the first had been;

Lord Troy I write so suddenly again to inform you that the Rider Faolin, Nahkaro Mizashi and the other two have left Fort Surthgard on a journey to the desert city of Unu'keth.

Myself and Faolin realized almost at the same point that our memory of the city had been altered up until then, so he went to investigate straight away.

Urgently requesting orders.

Unu'keth, the City's name had not even passed through his mind for months and only upon seeing it did it resurface...There was certainly something not right about that, he certainly would have considered approaching the City by now if his mind had been entirely his own. It would seem the Desertmen were trying to avoid taking part in this war, to be expected of the cowards but there was only so long they could hide away from the world.

With any luck Faolin would recruit them to the cause, if not then perhaps a more forceful hand could show them that even in it's weakened state Sardo is not a force to be laughed at.

One way or the other this new problem of Unu'keth would be resolved soon, especially considering Lord Troy had decided to gather a hundred of his finest and ride for the City on the morrow...

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Posted on Wed May 01, 2013 19:29:29
Shane was silent the duration of the speech. Every time he thought he knew what Faolin was driving at the man said something that defied it. What was he on about? Yes, they were strong and, yes, they weren't strong enough to win this war but what was he going to do about it?

And then he started talking about the Dragon Riders and how they'd once defeated the Elves. That sort of gave him an idea but it was too outlandish. In fact it was rediculous. There was only one Dragon left, how could there be...

And then he asked and the answer came to him in such an epiphany that he shouted it out for all to hear. Izallia! Blushing suddenly as he realised he had declared that for all to hear he decided to continue in an effort to rationalise his shout. She had children with Erda, right? Children you want to give to us. You think if we're strong now than with Dragons we might well tip the scales of battle in the war to come! Shane stated with sudden conviction. And by all Tartarus I agree. I will accept, Faolin, if you would still have me. I have much that I wish to protect.

***


Brunnex scowled and followed deciding not to press the issue. "How is the Forrest? Are the Trees ready for war?"

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Posted on Wed May 01, 2013 20:30:41
Faolin smiled and nodded, quite impressed that Shane had worked that much out by himself; "Yes, Erda and Izallia have produced two eggs which, with any luck, may hatch for the both of you.

And yes, if that is indeed the case, and you both become Riders, then I hope that you're new strength will be enough to level the playing fields with these Elves."

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When Fenrir heard Faolin say that he and Shane were the only hope they had he couldnt help but feel a terrible sense of dismay, so many people thought he was much more important and powerful than he actually was and eventually he was going to let them all down. Only nine months ago he stopped the damned apocalypse from happening when he killed that Shade, after all there could be no mistaking that battle that day as the thing Death told Fenrir would decide the fate of everything. By defeating that Shade Fenrir saved everyone and everything, though he had only managed to do so with his fathers and brothers help, and now Faolin was placing another burden upon him so soon. Was he destined forever be the one stopping things so over his head he barely comprehended them at all?

Why he and Shane were so damned important Fenrir didnt have a clue, but apparently they were apocalypse-stopping, war-ending, heroes and they just didnt know it. Well, at least Fenrir didn't know it but maybe Shane knew what made the two of them so 'special'.

It took Fenrir a moment to realize exactly what Faolin had asked of the two of them after his comment, when the realization hit him his eyes became shrunken and his face showed all of his confusion and surprise. The idea that Faolin had posed, so seriously as well, was so disarming that Fenrirs guard dropped entirely.

Surely Faolin wasnt actually being serious? Shane and him were just boys, Demigods actually but the fact remained that they were so young and inexperienced and Faolin was offering to make them Dragon Riders. DRAGON RIDERS!

In Sardonian mythology Dragon Riders always appear as great warriors of unrivalled strength, riding Dragons of infinite wisdom, whom battle evil whenever it arises. They are stalwart defenders, shrewd tacticians and people of amazing grace. Fenrir would use none of those things to define himself, that's for sure.

He was just the son of a God that everybody thought was so much more than he actually was. Faolin seemed to think he was a peerless swordsman, he was pretty damn good yeah but Faolin still won most of their sparring matches so clearly he was worse than the Rider made out.

He was just a boy trying to act like a man to establish some sort of respect amongst the common folk, trying to act like a warrior to give soldiers hope, just a boy trying to act like something hes not.

Shane could maybe be a Dragon Rider, he was strong enough and he was smart enough, but he could never rise to such a position himself surely.

It was just then that Shane made his sudden declaration, followed quickly by his assessment of just what the hell was going on. Fenrir listened, realizing just as Shane finished his summary that he must have been right, and just how much smarter Shane actually was than him. He could see it now, but he never would have came up with that theory himself in this situation.

When Faolin nodded in agreement Fenrir's heart dropped, how could he hope to compete as a Rider when he couldn't even keep up with what seemed like basic logic to other people?

When Faolin finished speaking his eyes came to rest upon him, which caused Fenrir to smile widely, out of sheer impulse, and speak without thinking at all; Me, A Rider? I'd never dreamed of joining you and Erda in the skies with my own Dragon, but now that I think about it the idea sounds awesome.

I'm in.

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Faolin sighed slightly as Fenrir agreed, if the boy wasn't so talented and pure of heart Faolin might have second thoughts about giving such a precious gift to someone who would describe it as 'awesome'.

Faolin reached behind his back, mostly out of a sense of theatrics since he could do this without doing so, and summoned the a dragon egg to either hand, there was a slight poof sound as he done so which would have alerted both boys to the use of a spell. Faolin hoped the Elves wouldn't sense such a small use of magic, though if they did then the four of them should be able to dispatch whatever team they send to check out the disturbance, especially if the Elves delay too long and the two boys become Dragon Riders before they arrive.

Bringing his hands back in front of him Faolin strode towards the boys as the eggs came into sight;

The egg on his right hand he handed to Shane, if it didn't hatch for him he would have the boys swap eggs and if that didn't work then only the Three knew how this war could be won by their side.

The Egg he handed to Shane was a very light crystal blue in color and about the size of Shane's head, which he would most likely not know is about average for a Dragon egg. It looked like an oversized gemstone and weighed quite a bit, Shane would certainly need both hands to hold it comfortably, which was understandable considering what was lying dormant inside. (More description can be added by yourself Bruntlseworth)

The egg he handed to Fenrir was oddly colorless for a Dragon egg, Faolin wondered if a white Dragon such as Bahamut may be born from it but such a thing is exceedingly rare. It was a silvery-grey and around the same size as Shane's.

Faolin could feel each of the Dragonlings lying dormant inside stirring every so slightly as a new entity came into contact with their eggs, though he could only do so because of his obvious fatherly connection to both of them. They would reach outwards and see if it was their Riders that held them, if so then they would hatch and bond instantly, if not then they would return to their slumber until their Rider came for them.

Faolin watched as both boys accepted the eggs hesitantly, clearly wondering what exactly was going to happen since neither of them, nor anyone still living in Sardo, had ever seen a Dragon egg hatch. As it happens this would be Faolin's first time also, since Erda appeared to him in an already hatched state, having been hatched by his mother and sent to find his Rider afterwards.

(Bruntlesworth, you're up first.)

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Posted on Thu May 02, 2013 19:27:41
*Tourivil looked south towards the forest, it's canopy blocking out the horizon for as far as the eye could see even after it had been shrunk some. *

It will come when it is called. It always has, and as long as its roots are there, it always will.

*Tourivil, still facing the forest, put a gnarled index finger and thumb in his mouth, and gave a long, sharp whistle. He wiped the fingers on the inside of his robe, and waited.

Nothing happened. *


Perhaps he did not hear me. *Tourivil said with a furrowed brow. Seemingly on cue the thrumming of leathery wings filled the air, and the little beast appeared from the clouds, settling itself on tourivil's shoulder in a strange mockery of a parrot. It had grown perhaps an inch in height, and sprouted some pretty serious looking talons on it's hands and feet, but seemed mostly the same otherwise. *

Or perhaps he merely wanted to make me look the fool. *Tourivil said begrudgingly. *

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Posted on Sun May 05, 2013 21:50:15
Temporal stasis was not easily achieved, especially when one did not wish the subject to know of their imprisonment their cage from reality. Every several hours a memory wipe was carried out on the target, meaning that even though nine months had passed in both Sardo and in this loop-world, they only would have felt a handful of hours at the very most. Their cage may have held them unknowingly against their will, but it had acted as a perfect training grounds as well, as well as a safe haven for a time when the inhabitant otherwise may have met their end.

Now was the time for the stasis to be ended. Sardo was in peril, and this cage had held back the warrior within for too long.

With no warning or explanation at all he was thrown from his world of ignorance back onto Sardonian soil, in an area not very far from Unu'keth but closer still to a few smaller Sardonian settlements...

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Posted on Tue May 07, 2013 17:41:28
Volzal-tor fell to one knee as reality altered around him. He instantly became aware of some changes, the most obvious being that he was no longer within his guest chambers in the palace, he was somewhere in a wilderness. Next he realized that his close cropped golden hair was now suddenly hanging past his shoulders in a shimmering golden curtain. His muscles appeared slightly larger but definitely toned and cut.

As Vol stood he felt a crumpled bit of paper within his clenched fist. Straightening out the paper it had only a small note scrawled across the page Remember your potential. The note sat in Vols hand just long enough for him to begin puzzling over what the note meant before it crumbled to dust and blew not around Vol but through him.
It was as if a door had opened in his mind, revealing to him things he should have known all along, things about himself and what he should be capable of. Vol also knew that now he was strong enough to know these secrets, it just felt right.

Trusting the feelings from his body and mind Vol focused and stepped forward, a step that carried him forward almost 15 feet. Smiling, Vol flashed back to where he had been standing and picked up a small pack that must have appeared beside him. It contained a small amount of rations some other supplies and a map, which Vol began to study. After a few minutes Vol decided that he must be close to a place called Fort Suthgard. After using the sun to get his bearing he bent down to pick up his weapons before setting off.

He picked up his sword and sheathed it before reaching for his short bladed scythe. As his fingers wrapped around the hilt the scythe seemed to pulse along with Vols own heartbeat and the blade seemed to be charged with a pink/purple aura. By now Vol was becoming used to these odd things; he adapted quickly and simply began testing the blade. After deciding that the blade was not redesigned to hurt him Vol set off in the direction of the fort


(my original post detailing this character is on page 95. he is an udari with purple skin, silver eyes and golden hair, i'll edit his description into this post if need be

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Posted on Fri May 10, 2013 21:04:08
As Vol continued to follow his heading he soon came across a small forest. It had a small footpath cut through the trees and Vol estimated that it would take about half an hour to cross, granted the path continued through the whole forest. Hefting his pack up onto his back he set off into the forest.

After walking for about ten minutes Vol began to feel uneasy, as if something was watching him; thats when he noticed that the forest had grown completely silent. He began to quicken his pace as he heard singular birdcalls echo through the woods. Suddenly, with a small thud a man landed in front of Vol, then more to his left, right and even behind Vol more men dropped from the trees. Soon Vol counted fifteen in total.

The men were a ragtag group, wielding anything from swords and axes to small branches though the leader was most definitely the man that had chosen to drop behind Vol. He stayed back farther than the other men but wore platemail and carried a large claymore which made him appear more like a soldier turned mercenary than a bandit. The man himself was about average height and had shaggy black hair that fell to his shoulders. However; the most notable feature of the man was a jagged scar that crossed from his temple, across his eye and puckered his mouth on both sides. The man stood back and growled Gitem boys.

Vol was ready and had his sword and scythe in hand. Vol blinked behind the man in front of him and slit his throat before any of the other men had moved. Vol managed to dispatch three more of the men with blink strikes before the remaining ten (the leader still stayed back) had closed in around him suddenly a series of rune spread across Vols skin and began to glow blue, and he became a blur. He danced around blades stabbing, twirling and slashing with such speed that the space between the bandits seemed like a tornado of blue.

Now there were four men left. Vol swung at the closest man, yet either by luck or skill the man managed to back away from the strike. Vol was willing his scythe just to reach a little farther when they next best thing happened. The scythe fire a blade of magical energy, taking the mans head clean off. Vol then blinked into the air above the remaining three men and using his increased speed, fired a torrent of magical blades at the men. Some screamed before they died as the blades indiscriminately cut off arms or legs before killing the men.

Vol fell back to the ground and turned toward the leader, he hadnt moved the entire fight but now instead of turning to run the man yelled die demon! and charged. Vol simply blinked to the man, catching the man in the side of the face with his knee. The man flew sideways and collided with a tree. Vol was on him instantly, his sword pressed to the mans neck.

Vol looked at the man in disgust, I cannot believe the king would allow one such as you to live freely in this land.

King the man spat as he said the word, bah a king that could not hold his own lands, he deserved no loyalty. The man suddenly pulled out a small dagger and thrust at Vols heart. Vol slid his sword across the mans neck and was gone before the dagger could find its mark.

Vol was unsure what this man had meant about the king, he had seemed competent enough during the short visit Vol had had with him. Vol needed to find out what was going on so he quickened his pace toward Fort Suthgard.


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Posted on Sun May 12, 2013 23:37:24
Barney grunts a half laugh. "Remember me, little fella? How's life treating you?"

***


Shane had to hand it to Fenrir. He seemed awfully brazen at times. It almost seemed to him like the boy didn't care about a thing in the world but Shane knew the opposite to be true. Shane hoped that this new development might mature his friend. Show him the error of his pacifistic ways.

With a motion like a father withholding two presents from his children Faolin brought out the Dragon Eggs. Shane half expected to have had to pick a hand but this was not the case. Very soon Shane found himself holding what looked like an oblong piece of ice. As he looked at it he could see his silhouette staring back at him like he was looking into a frosted mirror.

It was not as still as all that. He could feel something stir beneath. Did it always stir so when someone new held it? He sensed not. He could not place it but for some reason Shane knew it was about to hatch. Shane knew that he wanted this dragon just as much as the dragon inside wanted him. This was not as many had described it. The dragon did not pick the Rider. They picked each other.

As if to capitalise on that thought the egg cracked and then shattered falling away like sugar glass. It was a much more sudden affair that Fen's to be sure though Shane was certainly not looking over at his friend any more.

In his hand was a dragon. A most curious dragon at that. The dragon was white and had no scales at all. It had not a single scale. Instead it was covered in white fur much like a robins breast. Shane did not know if a dragon's scales were meant to grow in later or if his dragon were something of an extraordinary thing. In any case it's fur was not the thing that was so curious about the dragon. What was so curious to Shane was the rounded stubs of bone on the animal's front shoulders. It seemed to him that the dragon's wings should have been there but they were uncommonly absent.

His dragon had no wings and when it stared into his eyes he felt he did not need them. Together they shared a long stare before blinking in unison. Without thought or effort Shane's Occulis Genkai had activated and when he looked into his dragons eyes he saw an identical pair. Then, with a blink, both of their eyes were normal again. Shane was silent and he shared another long stare with his dragon.

Shane blinked and suddenly fell to his knees. His life played before his eyes in blinking, flashing images. There was more. Memories that weren't his. Memories of long days waiting. Memories of deep longing. They were bonding. Dragon and Rider were becoming as one. Two halves of a whole. Words, long and short, streamed into his mind like a rushed language lesson. Izallia meant quick-winged. Next came the magic. A huge chunk of magic poured right into his mind, The power was almost unbearable. He felt like he could do anything.

His eyes fluttered open and he stood shakily looking down at the dragon in his arms. You are Eidosa for Ice and Fire. You will be the balance within me. Isn't that right?

It can be, came a cold and clear voice trickling into his mind.

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Posted on Mon May 13, 2013 00:39:08
The Dragon egg was one of the most beautiful things Fenrir had ever seen in his life, it shone like silver but with brilliance a thousand times greater. Its surface was rough on his hands and he could feel that the egg itself was scaled, much like the creature lying dormant within would be. He had only held it for half a heartbeat and yet he could tell instantly that this egg and he were connected, nothing had happened yet and already he knew that from this moment on his life was different than it had been.

Faolin had not warned him that the bonding process would be instantaneous, even before the egg hatched Fenrir could tell he and it were linked. Faolin had said that the dragon would chose whether or not Fenrir was it's rider, but it felt like something more pre-ordained than that now that he held the egg himself.

Staring at it's flawless surface Fenrir beheld it's beauty in awe, truly there was only one thing on the planet that, in his mind, rivalled it's beauty. Even then, Yumi's beauty was entirely different than the eggs, the eggs might even have had a stronger attraction to Fenrir though such a thought scared him.

Then, like a forked bolt of lightning, a minuscule crack appeared at the very tip of the egg. Fenrir watched in horror, and amazement, as the crack spread outwards, indiscriminately destroying this priceless jewel he held; totally uncaring for its beauty. Within a handful of seconds Fenrir no longer held a solid egg, but instead a shattered heap of scales holding each other up loosely, and then there came a stirring from within that sent the scales scuttling to the floor to reveal the Dragon within the egg.

It was so small that Fenrir only had to adjust slightly in order to continue holding it in front of him with both hands, though it was trying to move around and causing his hands to shake violently under the strain.

The Dragon was silver-grey in colour, a little darker than folded steel though thrice as pure in colour, and surprisingly enough to Fenrir it was scale-less; rather it had soft feeling hide where he had expected the scales to be. The most prominent thing about the Dragon, other than the fact it was a Dragon, was something that shook Fenrirs world, for a moment he had thought it eyes were clear and amazingly reflective pools of water but then he realized that was not the case. Rather the Dragon had the exact same, unnaturally bright, hue of light blue eyes as he did. He had only ever seen those eyes in his own reflection, the fact that this Dragon also had them surely meant that they really were made for each other.

Several inches in front of those gleaming eyes, which were filled with more intelligence than Fenrir had seen in any set of eyes before, tipping the Dragons short snout was a three inch spike of slightly reflective material which was strange since Erdas spikes were pure white, which made sense since they were made of bone. The snout spike was not the only spike upon the Dragons body; a thin range of spines ran down its back also, though they were far thinner than the former. Two smaller points of the black-ish material also stabbed upwards from the sides of its mouth, each one could only have been a half inch at the very most and almost went without notice.

Its wings were half of the length of its body and were currently being stretched out shakily, the thin membrane that made up most of Erdas wings seemed to be replaced by the black material again, though its density in the wings was so thin that Fenrir could almost see through it. Where the wings ended at an angle small studs of the material tipped them off.

It was thinner than Erda as well, though Faolin had always said that Erda was bigger than the average Dragon. On the whole its proportions were thinner and lither than Erdas were. Maybe it would grow in time into a more muscular shape, but something told Fenrir that his Dragon would never appear as dauntingly huge as Erda was. In fact something told Fenrir that this Dragon would never be like Erda, he was unsure what the difference would be exactly but something just felt entirely different between this Dragon and Erda.

Its paws were already tipped with sharpened nails, which were digging into Fenrirs skin, made of the black material. On his skin the material felt cold and strangely familiar. It took him a moment to realize that it was the same way metal felt against his skin, which was peculiar. Fenrir had felt Erda's claws before, they felt like any other kind of bone really, a little harder yeah but still the same feeling. This material felt denser somehow, which was hard to imagine considering how dense Dragon bone is, and yet seemed lighter also.

The Dragon folded its wings against its body slowly, as if unsure how exactly to do so, and then its eyes seemed to focus on Fenrir entirely as it lay down on his hands.

The Dragon stared unfalteringly, unblinking, and with eyes that shone almost as brightly of emotion as they did out of natural colour.

In that moment Fenrir was changed, until now this was just another Dragon, just a smaller Erda really, but that wasnt the caseThis was his[i] Dragon, and he was its Rider. They were made for each other and until now he has been half of a greater whole, his real life begins here and now. Before he had been a boy lost in a world of war and chaos, struggling to follow the lead of men far greater than he was. Now he was a Dragon Rider.

He was Fenrir Shalza, and now that he was complete he would show this world a new man entirely. A man to remember.

Fenrir reached outwards with his mind towards the Dragon, finding that it had just chosen to do the same thing a second beforehand, causing mild confusion in both their minds when they collided.

When the confusion cleared he heard her voice for the first time, and instantly he recognized the voice as if it belonged to a life-long friend, yet he knew he had never heard it before.


Fenrir Shalza, my Rider comes at last. Her voice was soothing, like a running forest stream, and almost sounded like his mothers once had, though there was an undertone of authority his mother had never possessed.

Myrazia (Mir-a-zee-a)We have only just met and yet I do not know how I ever lived without you Fenrir heard himself say a word thats meaning only entered his head a moment later. Bright eyes was as fitting a name for a Dragon with such wondrously beautiful eyes, and it had come from within his mind without him bidding it to do so as if it were meant to be.

Myrazia eyes seemed to brighten even more as she heard her name spoke for the first time, her voice came like a summer breeze; I have gained both Rider and name today. This day I am truly complete.

This day [i]we
are complete. Fenrir replied, saying the thing he was now surer of than anything. Myrazia and he were whole now, and together they would make this world a better place; together they could break this cycle of war and hatred.

Indeed. Myrazia agreed sweetly, clearly pleased that her new Rider had corrected her on the matter.

They had not truly spoken yet and still Fenrir could tell Myrazia was a wiser being than he had ever met, not even Erda or Faolin seemed half as wise in comparison. In fact he somehow felt smarter than he had before, something within his mind feltSharper somehow, he couldnt explain it but something had certainly changed.

It was only then that Fenrir felt within himself and found that his magical reserve had almost tripled in size, and within hands reach there was a second source of magic that felt almost identical to his own which was twice his owns size and far more powerful in nature. The magic belonged to Myrazia he realized, and considering she had just been born her store of magic was truly astounding. The thought of putting those two reserves together during a battle made Fenrir feel untouchable; together he and Myrazia would be unstoppable for sure!

Fenrir broke eye contact with Myrazia reluctantly to look towards Shane, whom was on both knees which for some reason didn't startle Fenrir at all, he saw that he too now had a Dragon, his too did not resemble what a traditional Dragon looked like.

When Fenrir looked towards Faolin, expecting to see his mentor smiling proudly, he was shocked to see that both Faolin and Erda were staring at the two Dragonlings as if they were the most bizarre thing they had ever seen in their long lives

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Posted on Tue May 14, 2013 18:47:39
*The little beast peered at Brunnex through it's beady eyes, as if it was thoroughly inspecting him for minor faults. Only after a few moments had passed did the deep, distant voice of the beast make itself heard. *

"Your coming was known to me. A new shell cannot hide who you truly are. Welcome back. " *There was an air of forced friendliness about the beast, as though the presence of Touivil forced it to be polite. *


Well Barney, *Tourivil said jovially. * we have accomplished our objectives, shall we head back to the city?

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Posted on Wed May 15, 2013 16:24:41
"You've lost what is important to you." Eidosa continues speaking directly into his mind. "[i]Ever since Death told you his prophecy you have both tried to ignore and act upon it. On one hand you have taken up an art of magic and way of life you would have found distasteful not so long ago in the pursuit of power and escape from weakness but, on the other hand, you have refused to believe or even think about what Death said to you. You cannot have it both ways. You must live with a purpose and sacrifice everything you want your life to be or live how you wish and sacrifice any great purpose. I am done speaking and you are done listening. I shall sleep now." And with that insight the dragonling curled up in his hands like a cat and closed his eyes.

Shane found himself blinking a whole lot and frankly wondering how a dragon born mere seconds ago had sussed out his life. Maybe it was the front row seat he had just had to his memories but such insight took more than simply watching his memories. The dragon was immensely wise.

***


"I bet." Barney replied to the little beast with some amount of frowning. He wondered if the little beast and he would ever maintain a semblance of friendship. They were linked in any case. Bonded by a cause.

"Yes, we might as well. Perhaps Faolin and the tykes are done with their 'business'." Barney replied to Tourival turning in the direction of the city. It would be a short, familiar walk.

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Posted on Wed May 15, 2013 21:27:27
Faolin stared dumbstruck at the two new Riders, and more keenly at their newly born 'Dragonlings', though he was unsure if such a name was befitting of the creatures the two boys held. They certainly looked like Dragons on a general level, but their more specific characteristics were far from what any Dragon has ever looked like as far as Faolin knew.

Fenrir's appeared to be made almost entirely out of a strangely metal-looking material, all except for it's body which was normal as far as a Dragonling went, though Faolin wondered if it's scales would grow to resemble it's unique spines, spikes and wings.

Shane's was certainly more outwardly different than your average Dragon, most noticeably because of it's complete lack of wings of any sort. Faolin had heard of some Dragons of old being born with oddly shaped wings, some were even born with wings that were never able to hold them in the air for long, though both such breeds were few and far between. Never had there been a Dragon born entirely wingless.

He had no explanation for why these Dragonlings were so different than all the others that had come before them. Their Riders were Demigods, but so were Brun and Shang Tao, though both had risen to the status of Demigod after receiving their Dragon eggs which surely couldn't make this much of a difference.

Shane and Fenrir were far more developed fighters than he himself had been when Erda had chosen him so it was possible that their skillsets have affected their Dragons somehow, but again Tao and Brun were both far stronger than the two boys and their Dragons were born normal, Bahamut was a rarity seen once in a thousand years but he was normal for his breed.

Izallia is not truly mortal... Erda said mentally after a moment, though his voice was more unsure than Faolin had ever heard it. Both could feel the confusion and discomfort these new Dragonlings caused in the other, and it only worked to heighten both of their feelings.

She is half of Brun, and he is a God... Faolin said as he tried to work out if that could have any affect on the phenotype of these Dragons, after a moment he continued; That could not have been the cause; Shakom and Leagona are both Gods in their own right and they are your parents as well as Izallias and both of you were born as you should have been...I..I don't know what the hell is going on.

The blue one shall never fly...And the other shall never breathe fire. Erda said suddenly, and his voice was full of hurt as he admitted that both of his children shall never do one thing that all Dragons had been able to do since the beginning of time.

Faolin did not know how Erda knew Fenrir's would never breathe fire, but now that he looked back towards the small thing he agreed entirely. Dragons acted and spoke on impulse sometimes, and when they did they done things that no one could explain. If Erdas' instincts told him that his daughter would never spout flames then he was most likely correct, and for that Faolin shared his sense of sorrow.

Without the powers of flight or fire neither of these two were truly Dragons, what they were Faolin could not say but surely they were something else entirely.

Faolin and Erda both suddenly felt a presence neither had felt since their revival so many years ago at the ascension, a presence Faolin had sought out so many times since then and yet been unable to find, the presence of their mother; Leagona.

Her mind was so vast that when it connected with their combined consciousness they felt themselves become lost instantly, like a dingy lost in the ocean.

My sons, these children of yours are as much Dragons as my other children have been.

They are the ones that shall lead your order one day and although neither has the full abilities of a Dragon, both are far more powerful than even myself or your father were at our birth. In time, as the Riders and Dragons grow together, you shall see for yourselves that these fledglings are wondrously different, but until then you must guide them through this world unlike any Dragon or Rider has ever been guided.

For the Dragons know themselves that they are not like their forebears, they will be confused and feel betrayed and hurt. It is you both whom must show them the way, whom must teach them that their strength is so great few could imagine it. Without your aide these Riders shall be lost in grief for that which they were never destined to possess, without you your order shall never walk this world again.

I am sorry to place such a burden on you once more but I'm afraid I must go now my children. Take care of your own children now, just as I have taken care of you two...

Leagona's mind retracted, and the moment it did Faolin knew he would never again speak to his mother. Wherever she had went before he was not destined to join her, neither was Erda, and it was there that she had returned to now.

Faolin and Erda refocused on the Dragonlings and their Riders, all of whom looked towards their Elders with so much uncertainty Faolin acted instantly to quell it.

Striding forward Faolin grinned, speaking in Dragonic he addressed his two junior Riders; Two Riders are born this day, may I have the honour of knowing the names of your noble Dragons?

He came to stand in front of the two boys with a glimmer of pride in his eyes, barely masking the world of doubt within his mind. These Two boys that he was now half a father to, one of whom he had felt like a father to for some time now and the other he had felt at least like a father-figure. He had watched these boys grow from young inexperienced children into two of the strongest and most brilliant people he had ever met, and now he had seen them become whole; become Dragon Riders. Truly, he doubted he could feel more proud even if he were their birth fathers.

He placed a hand on either of their shoulders and just smiled as he waited for their answers...

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Posted on Thu May 16, 2013 05:18:14
*Tourivil's mood seemed to have vastly improved with the return of the beast to his side, and the recovery of the mask. He had both of his friends back at his side again after nine months of fretting and stewing in his own echo chamber of thoughts. There was a spring in a step and a small smile on his ruined face as he and Barney returned to the city. The gates opened at the sight of Tourivil, he nodded to the guards manning the gate as he crossed the threshold. The fact that their prophet had noticed them seemed to lift their spirits infinitely too.

The moral was clear, when the prophet was happy, and had his two strong arms at his disposal, the city was happy too. As they strode into the city, Tourivil spoke, a merry tone in his voice. *

Say Barney, would you be so good as to use that fancy mask of yours to tell Faolin that we have returned to the city, and that he should as well? The sooner we get him finished up and out of the city, the sooner we can get drunk in the basement of the temple and try to think up spells we can kill elves with.

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Posted on Thu May 16, 2013 22:32:04
As Vol topped another rise he was greeted by a panoramic view. The fields and hills spread out before him, travelling downhill and then leveling out Vol could make out the fort on the next rise in the distance. Its position gave its sentries a view for miles around and the walls appeared sturdy, a fine place to make a headquarters or a final stand if need be. Eager to get some answers Vol began his final approach toward Fort Surthgard.

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Posted on Sat May 18, 2013 13:55:06
The welcome to Fort Surthgard had not been an overly friendly one, but after Fenrir and his Dragon Riding pal talked to the higher ups Devan and the surviving men from the village were welcomed with opened arms..Of course that warm welcome lasted only as long as Fenrir remained within the fort, the second he sped off to three's knows where Devan and the others were put straight to work.

Of course they didn't mind, they were soldiers after all, and if truth be told he'd rather be aiding the war effort in whatever way he could. He still found it hard to believe Fenrir had changed so much in such a short space of time, he was barely the same goofy kid he had known back in Rustburrow not so long ago...

It was Fenrir he was thinking of as he stood atop the fort wall on sentry duty, and it was his thoughts of Fenrir that were washed away when he saw a figure moving towards the Fort in a manner that suggested this was it's destination.

After the arrival of their last guests everyone in the Fort was on edge, and Devan had been told to raise the alarm as soon as he spotted anyone who does not clearly belong to the Sardonian army, it was still a little too far to discern any details of the figure but Devan couldn't see any flags or standards at all and nor did he think it was wearing Sardonian colors. He wasn't going to take chances, he sounded the alarm right away...

*And so it came to be that the gates of Fort Surthgard were opened slightly, allowing Devan and two other horsemen to ride out to meet the approaching figure. Their orders were to inquire peacefully as to the figure's intentions, but it things looked bad they had permission to take anything hostile down...*

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Posted on Sat May 18, 2013 20:04:15
As Vol continued his trek toward the gates of the fort he soon noticed a cloud of dust rising from the road leading to the gate. As he continued to walk he could finally make out three men on horseback riding out to meet him. Vol couldn't discern any real details yet but he men did seem to be armed.

Hoping these men would be allies, and assured of his own abilities if they weren't, Vol left his weapons sheathed and raised one arm in greeting to the riders as they crossed the remaining distance between the fort and Vol.


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Posted on Sat May 18, 2013 20:29:47
Devan's horse snickered apprehensively as they approached the...Creature. He had never seen anything like it and from the looks on the faces of the two soldiers that had been sent alongside him neither had they. Whatever this thing was it wasn't a native of Sardo, or at the very least it had been exposed to some sort of spell that had changed it into an oddity.

Devan began pulling his horse to a slow canter, but even before he came to a stop he cleared his throat and shouted towards the creature, trying to sound a lot less cautious than he felt; "You there...State your business or turn around now! We won't hesitate if you try anything stupid."

The other two soldiers moved to the left and right of Vol respectively, bringing their horses to a stop behind him in a manner that formed a triangle with where Devan was now sitting atop his horse in front of him. All three men carried spears, and all three men lowered their spears towards Vol's neck making it almost impossible for him to move very much at all unless he plants to give himself a pretty close shave.

Devan hoped that whatever the hell this thing was it understood Sardonian, and also that it didn't mean any harm. For all he knew this was an Elven spy, or even an assassin sent to destroy the fort, and if that were the case then he didn't like his chances of walking away from this interaction alive...

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Posted on Sun May 19, 2013 01:35:30
Vol considered blinking a few paces back but, judging by the state the men were in, that would either cause them to flee or attack Vol straight out. Instead Vol cleared his throat and began talking.

Perhaps we can lower those spears and have a peaceful conversation? Vol continued on knowing that what he had to say would either be believed or result in the men trying to kill or capture him at the pure absurdity of it. Vol chose not to bow, as was customary when using his full name, but simply began his explanation. I am Vol-zalTor and am an emissary of the Udari. I have sworn a temporary oath of service to your king while I learn the basic workings of your kingdom.

Vol paused, knowing his next words could be even pricklier than mention of the king, the only information Vol having on him being from the group of bandits he had slain.

I had been given a small room in your castle but soon found myself to be placed in the middle of a field. Very curious hospitality if I may say so myself. However, I do come in peace, seeking knowledge and perhaps a push in the right direction.

Vol remained still, watching the tense soldiers and awaiting a reply from the one that had addressed him.


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