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THE WAR TO END ALL WARS: An Rpg, In the cold winter,


Dec 7 2006, 03:54 AM (Post #1)
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THE WAR TO END ALL WARS: An Rpg






The streets of the city were as cold as ice on this foul winter night. The wind blew freezing, hardened chunks of sleet down towards the homeless and penniless in the alleys. It was an unforgiving winter, that drove the rats underground, and the noble into their halls. In the city, travelers nestled down into flea infested beds in lowly inns. But the food was hot, and the blanket was warm, so the crowds were large. Especially in one inn. The Rusted Wagon was known for it's boisterous crowds, warm hearths, and also for having bread with no weevils, and meat with no maggots. They were also famous for the wonderful entertainment that was usually there, from Storytellers, to Harpists, to Magicians. And tonight, this horrid, unrelenting winter night, a Bard of many tales was spinning his webs around the ears of all who listened.

" On this night of winter, I will tell you what happens in the distant lands,
The war that rages beyond our borders, ever rapidly heating to boiling.
It runs closer, than is beaten back, by 700,000 soldiers from the harsh borderlands.

it's a battle that will be yours, a war that will be with every individual.
Expect no mercy from the foe, whether they be friend, or enemy.
Each has lost it's compassion for mankind, and wish a pox upon you.

Many men will lose their loves, and many mother's their babies.
For this war will rage in the homes, of this fair city and all others.
Until the walls are raised, and the ramparts fall,
and all is buried in fire, and the dead lay hundred's deep.

The key lays in the Stones, but the path is a hidden dream.
The truth lies in the Stones, and no one can find the way.
But When the father's have the son,
and the path is wanted to be won,
a breathe in the right direction is all that's needed,

It will point the way, to the only possible place.
But the lungs are dead, and the lines forgotten.
And to find them is a lost drawing in a forgotten library"

The bard finished his tale, and left the room silent, with nothing to be heard but the hurried whispers of the children gathered around his feet. The crowd was enraptured by the tale, even the barkeep and his wife behind the counter. The tables were jammed with usually boisterous men and women, looking cowed and silent, almost worried. The barkeep, a man by the name of Wrand called loudly over the nonexistent noise," In light of this wonderful yarn, free drinks on the house!" And of-course, this drew the attention back to the bar, and soon the din of singing, dining, and conversation was back up to a normal level, perhaps slightly higher due to the free mead and ale.

From the corner watched a hooded woman, by the name of Arine Marien Darsot, the Captain of the Queen's guard. She was a woman who reached maturity fast, and is a great beauty at the age of 27. She sat passively at a table with one other person, a man, also hooded. The story had confirmed her beliefs that word of the skirmishes in the east had indeed reached the ears of travelers, and in turn, rumors now spread like the plague around the capital city. It wasn't necessarily bad news, but she hadn't wanted to have to deal with a public outcry, until she posted the draft... If one was absolutely needed. They have sent small emissary missions out to the east coast of the human territory to the Neutral cities, to attempt to squelch this elven up rise, but to no avail. No matter how many peace talks, and Ambassador meetings, the Elves seemed damn determined to march straight across the Human Territories and claim the ground underneath the capital city of Cullein. It was a bloody nail in her heel, and she did not need it. She glanced over towards the hooded man, and said plainly," They should be outside waiting by now, let's go," She stood, drained the rest of her flagon, and with her hand resting on the hidden pommel of her regulation sword, she walked discreetly out the door, shadowed by her hidden companion.

Outside the warmth of the pub, the blustery air bit into the exposed skin of her face and made her wish for warmer weather. But at this point, it was a blessing, for it did halt the siege the Elves were attempting to land on the human cities. Although, that means that her and the General soldiers would have as equally a hard time getting through, or harder. At-least they were on the defensive. But she wanted the war to be away from the cities. So, technically, they were almost on an offensive standing too.

She shook the cold off, and began to walk briskly down the street, followed closely by the man. Arine spotted her goal, a black carriage, pulled by two black horses, with a simple white insignia on the door, sitting by the curb of the alley way, adjacent to the tavern. She sighed, glad that the people inside the carriage had managed to get here on time, and were not delayed by the storm, or worse. She stepped into the alley, but stopped when she felt a familiar hand on her arm, and heard a small," Shh", whispered by the man she was accompanied by. She heeded, and saw what he was meaning. A group of foul looking men were huddling at the other end of the alley, staring at Arine with loathsome and hungry looks in their eyes. He stepped in front of Arine dominantly and walked to the carriage. She followed, got on first, and he climbed in after, and closed the door, locking it behind him. He said simply, " No need to be under-cautious during these times."

Arine nodded, and said, " Thank you." The carriage began moving, and she looked around it's interior for the first time. Two men and a woman sat opposite her, all garbed in thick woolens and furs for winter. Their faces were shielded by thin clothes, and you couldn't really be sure which was male and female, other than the slight difference in the cut of the coat. When Arine and her companion were settled, the three people took off their face masks, and pulled down the furred hoods.

" It is cold out there, Madame Captain. The passes through the mountains in the south were horrid, when we passed through them last month. I am sure they are nigh impassible now," The female of the group, a slightly insane missionary, part of a local religious fad, spoke of the mountain passes in the southern hemisphere. It was summer there.

"I'm sure, Madame Missionary. I will have someone check on it." Arine cleared her throat, glanced at the two men, her body gaurds, also fellow missionaries, then continued," You traveled briefly, and foolhardily, through elven territory, I am to understand."

The missionary nodded, and looked at her feet," I was just trying to get back here faster, figured it was faster to cut through, on our way from Fire Lake. We met only a few elves, but it was not a pretty sight. We lost Emmond then. After that, we pushed the horses until we got through the mountains to a village. Our horses died about five miles form the village, so we had to walk, to find help, and buy new horses."

Arine was disturbed by this. She had been hoping that the south was still calm. That it was just the dark elves in the north, and not the light elves in the south. But it seems that the rumors were true again. They are united under one banner, but blast her if she could think of an elf that is well spoken or powerful enough to do that.

She sighed, and looked directly at the missionary," Do not go back through the elven realms again. 'Twould be an unneeded attack on your life," She paused for a moment, to let it sink in before speaking again,," We will talk no more of this. I will contact you if I need to speak with you again on this matter. Please tell your driver to drive us to the castle, I will make sure you all have warm beds and full bellies tonight. Mead too, if you would like to warm yourself properly." She smiled, and settled into her coat, to enjoy a quiet ride back to the castle of the Queen Teroia.

When they arrived, she stepped out of the carriage first, and waited for everyone to follow.


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((OCC: I'm not introducing Kyvella until my next post, so I can see how Uno moves his character. And the queen will come in due time. Odd, Your turn. And so it begins))

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Jan 28 2007, 10:37 PM (Post #31)
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Tess stood outside the door, the side of her head plastered to it, listening tentively. She scrunched up her face in concentration, but the doors were to thick to hear through. Finally, she gave up with a heavy sigh. Mia was standing behind her and gave a small chuckle when Tess realized she had been defeated by the doors.

"Let's go back, I need to feed Kit."

And with that, they both set off together to their housing quarters. As they walked, Tess took advantage of the silence to think about what was about to happen. But first, her thoughts fell on the new clothing she would be receiving. A stupid grin creeped across her face. Though she didn't mind the outfit she has been wearing, she has always admired the things she's seen other women wearing around the castle. Velvets, fine silks, she even likes the troublesome corsets. Steadily, she was enjoying the idea of this voyage more and more. She looked over at Mia and wondered what was going through her head. Hopefully she was excited about it too.
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Jan 29 2007, 11:43 PM (Post #32)
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((Don't be discouraged by my first sentence.))

Mia walked with Tess in almost complete silence. She had no idea what to expect, and though she couldn't admit to herself that she was excited about the journey, Mia could not keep her mind off of her soon to be companions.

She had seen and met Harper on several occasions, being one of the few handmaidens who worked on the male officer floor of the castle, but she had no idea what he was like. In the meeting he had seemed very respectful and almost shy, which did not fit his appearance at all. The Leuitenant was quite tall, and had the look of a battle hardened soldier with a lot of experience. Mia wondered what he would be like during their travels, and whether he would make for good company.

She nearly found herself wishing the General could come instead, since she knew him better and was confident in his abilities, but she knew it was impossible.

Tess was still somewhat of a mystery. Mia was good friends with her, but she had been surprised by the news of her heritage and past. Mia tried to put the fact that Tess hid her secret in the back of her mind, as she knew it must have been very difficult and embarrassing thing to keep secret.

The actual journey was the last thing on Mia's mind, but she knew they needed to have nothing between them. She broke the silence just as the pair made it to the stairs that would lead them back to their quarters.

"So," she began, letting herself smile for the first time since seeing Tess come in the door at the meeting, "How do you think they'll dress us? I've never worn anything particularly 'fun' or 'flashy'."
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Jan 30 2007, 12:30 AM (Post #33)
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Tess cut off Mia from going up the staircase by rounding infront of her and clasping her hands over Mia's shoulders. Looking down at her, Tess finally noticed the height difference. Mia's eyes were wide with shock, and her mouth hung open slightly. The stupid grin Tess was wearing had now stretched acoss her face, giving her a wild appearance.

"Ooo!! I know! Isn't it exciting?! The female missionary was wearing this exquisite tunic!" Tess had let go of Mia and bounded up the staircase. She stopped about midway up, keeping up with the stupid grin.

"Oh, I do hope what we'll get is something a bit more feminine than Madame Captain's...Though her attire is more military..." The stunned Mia was still at the bottom of the staircase. Finally she snapped out of it and started up the stairs. Again, Tess had appeared in Mia's face without warning, causing Mia to stop in mid-step.

"Ooo!! Perhaps we'll get furs! Don't you think?! It is winter, so we're going to have to stay warm! Oh my, what about horses! I've never ridden before, have you?" The stupid grin had faded into a genuine smile.
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Jan 30 2007, 03:35 AM (Post #34)
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"Furs? I don't know," said Mia, who was suddenly overwhelmed by the situation and Tess' enthusiasm, "I've never worn any kind of fur before, though I have seen a lot of the men wearing them after coming in from their duties. I'm more interested in the dresses and tunics that you mentioned."

"Oh and no no, I haven't ridden a horse before either. In truth the idea scares me."

Tess' mood was infectious. Whether she was hiding her true emotions or not, Mia couldn't tell. All she knew was that there weren't going to be any problems between the two of them.

"I do have a quick question though." she added quickly, making sure there was a tone of gossip in her voice, "What do you think of the Leuitenant?"

Hopefully they would get to meet Harper again sooner rather than later. In the meantime though, Mia would have as much fun with Tess as possible.

((This is almost painful, XD.))
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Jan 30 2007, 04:13 PM (Post #35)
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Arine, deep in thought paced back to the window, aware that the General and his Lt. had their eyes on her. She put a hand to her chin, and crossed her other arm over her stomach, and clasped her other elbow. Stopping in front of Dain, she looked at him, her brow furrowed in thought. Spinning around quickly, she walked into her bedroom, over to her armoire, and opened the doors. Moving things around, and shoving others out of her way, she found what she was looking for, a map, drawn long ago, to show the locations of the most prominent cities on the continent, as well as land forms. Striding confidently back out, she removed all the tea cups from the table in front of the long couch on which everyone had sat, and spread the map out wide. Pointing her finger to Cullein, the capital city in which they were located, she spoke at long last.

"While the fortifictions of the city aren't top notch, we are lucky by the fact that we are offered some protection on the west side from the Elves' impending attack by Strayland wood. The forest is dense enough that we can hide a large force in here. Have you spend much time in these woods? They're are vast cave systems below them, that are rather unknown. We can hide much of a force in them, and use sentries for eyes. We might have a chance to attack at night, or more, due to the many hidden openings located all over the woods... I'm sure we can find someone who lives in the woods who would be able to guide soldiers through them without getting lost or hurt.." Arine glanced at the men, and shrugged," Short from cutting down the forest to build temporary fortifications, I cannot see any other way to protect ourselves, and I am loathe to hurt these trees. They've been there longer than we have been here." Moving on to the second issue the General raised, she had a semi-decent idea of what to do.

"You spoke briefly of evacuating the city. Which, I think, atleast for the elderly and the children, might not be that bad of an idea. And the territories west and south of here are safe enough that a majority of the populous may move without much problem. I believe we would be able to move much of the people of the city to Bayview, keeping them as close to the water as possible. That way, if forces are on their way from the north and east, we can keep the people below us. Bayview is as much aware of this war as we have, and despite the fact that I do not want to admit it, they have a very high wall around them, and a forceable army at hand, since they have the constant threat of pirate invasion. They would be able to house much of our citizens without hindrance." Arine took a breath, and sat down, resting her head in her hands," We should pull every able-bodied man and woman into service for the war, and send the children and elderly to Bayview, with a small escort. It seems as the only viable option, safest for our citizens. And we need to keep a more wary eye to the north as well. While the elves of Palliathe have been rahter neutral and sympathetic of Human plights in the past, does not mean that they will not join with their own.."

((Don't forget to utilize the map I have made, and posted in the first post of the OCC. It's the same map that Arine is looking at in the rp, as crudely as I have drawn it lol. I'll link to it here, too. http://www.largeimagehost.com/image/upload...PGMAP.jpeg.html ))
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Jan 30 2007, 05:52 PM (Post #36)
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"Ooo! He is rather handsome, you know, a man's man. Though he was a bit quiet and I think I may have scared him a little when I...erm...greeted him. Yeah, greeted him." Tess laughed to herself, remembering the look on Harper's face. She looked at Mia, noticed that she was smiling and continued on.

"Well he does seem to be the right man to travel with us. I mean he has the experience and all and when he gets to know us, he'll be fun!" Mia smiled even more. Truthfully, Tess was wary about the Leuitenant. She would rather Arine join them on their quest, though she understood that she was need here. She was afraid of what Harper may of thought about her heritage. Then she noticed it. She had stopped dead in her tracks, all the color left her face. She was absolutely horrified. Mia stopped walking too, worry spread across her face. "Tess? What's wrong?"

Her hair was still in a high set ponytail. She quickly she unknotted the scarf, which held her hair up, and let it fall down. Fumbling with the flimsy fabric, she swept all her hair over her left shoulder and put it in the loose, low set ponytail. It's usual fashion. Knowing well that no one had been anywhere near them on their way back to the servant's quarters, Tess still need to ask.

"Mia...Do you th-think anyone saw them?!" Ready to cry out of worry, it seemed like hours before Mia shook her head no.
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Jan 31 2007, 04:59 AM (Post #37)
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"Please don't worry about that Tess," said Mia in a concerned manner, "There is truly no shame, and at the very least I am here to lookout for you. Nobody saw you."

After Mia's words, Tess seemed to gather herself up again, and the color began returning to her face. To keep the mood light, Mia continued the conversation.

"Harper will be fine in my opinion. If the General trusts him, then we can trust him." she assured Tess, "I just wonder how well he'll be able to act like a bodyguard, and not a military officer. He seemed so...stiff...but you're right, he is handsome."

Mia spoke the last three words with a blush spreading across her face.

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"So you're saying an evacuation is possible." said Dain, going over the map slowly.

"How could we separate the children from their families and send them off while their parents stay to fight and possibly die?" asked Harper, looking slightly taken aback, "The ideal of finding more people to help us is understandable, but it should be voluntary, not forced. We are not under a direct threat. The people would not understand otherwise."

"The Leuitenant has a point." added the General, "For now I will send out recruiters, but until we are facing a true decision, this will be kept quiet."

After a slight pause, he addressed the Captain once more.

"If what you say is true, then our best option right now is to send word to the leaders of Bayview that we may need to evacuate Cullein, and that they should send troops immediately to aid in an escort. Their men would not arrive for five days or more, so we will have to buy time for ourselves, and delay spreading the news of the possible attack as long as we can."

"During that time we will also look into your woodland strategy. More importantly though, we must make sure Harper and the others get out of town as quickly and quietly as possible. Do you agree?"
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Arine nodded, and carefully rolled the map back up, " I will write to the steward of Bayview, and request that he send troops for the escort. As to what you spoke of, Harper, the children won't have a future left, if they're parent's don't fight. In all truth, if every adult in the city fought, we would be able to crush the elves. But we know that won't happen. The families who want to leave together, will leave. The parents who wish to send they're children off to be safe, and defend the realm, will do just that."

"I am not quite desperate enough yet to draft people who don't want to fight. Unwilling soldiers aren't what we need. We need dedicated people, who won't back down in open battle, and won't become fearful when put in a life or death situation." Looking at both men in turn, she gave the following suggestion," Perhaps, we should start recruiting in poorer sections of the city. The people live there often petition us for the chance to be battle trained, and we hardly give them the time of day. It's time we realise that a soldier, is a soldier, is a soldier, and we can no longer afford to turn away anyone."

Arine returned the ancient map to the shelf, and turned back to the men," Is there anything else?"
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Tess and Mia reached the servant's quarters. Mia's room was first, so Tess bade her a good night and went off to her own. When she entered, she saw Kit curled up on the window sill fast asleep. Tess sat herself down onto her bed, pulled off her boots, and began to cry. Why was she like this? She's a happy person, nothing ever gets her down. Tess felt a paw on her thigh, she had woken up Kit. His large eyes looked up at her full of sadness and wonder.

"Oh Kit, what if the elves don't like me?! What if I make a bad impression? Or think I'm a filthy creature being half human?" Tess sobbed quietly. Kit stood himself up on her lap and rubbed his face against her's. She stroked his back and he sat back down in her lap, eyes once again looking into her own.

"Thank goodness you're coming with me." She cradled him, hugging him tightly and let him down so she could go to sleep.


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Swiift sat at the head of the large rectangular dining table in her parent's home. Brawyn was bustling about the house, preparing little snacks and tea for her daughters. Wilk sat next to Swiift on her left, reading a piece of parchment donning a human seal. Falina was upstairs trying to coax Twibik to come a sit with the family. Brawyn placed a platter with tea and cookies on the table and sat next to her husband. Swiift glared at the seal on the parchment. It bothered her.

"Well no luck, he's being his stubborn self." Falina said as she sat down across from her father. "It seems the news we have for you dear sister, he would rather receive." Falina grabbed a cookie and started to munch on it happily. Swiift looked at the seal again, disgust creeping across her face.

"Oh darling, really, some humans aren't all bad, as you know your father and I dealt with them once. Which brings us to the good news we have for you!" Wilk folded up the parchment. Emotion didn't pass over his face. He could feel his youngest daughter staring at him. Swiift interrupted the silence. "Well? What is it? I hope it'll put me in a better mood."

"No my little mage, I think not." Swiift's eye twitched at the statement, her father continued on. "When we were more noble then we are now, we had made a deal with the King Shust. He and his queen enacted a favor for us and now it is our turn. Since they are both now deceased, the boon was passed down to their granddaughter. This, " he laid his hand on the parchment, "is the request from her, Captain Arine Darsot. You, my child, are to teach amongst the other mages in the military. Among the little ones will be a half elf-" Wilk was cut off by Swiift rising angrily from her seat.

"Children and half elves! Teach them the secrets I know!? They could never understand the subtlety and intensitiy it takes to do dark magic!" She went to rant some more, but her father raised his hand in protest. "My dear please sit down and let me finish. This half elf is most important. She is the love child between our king, and their queen. Her name is Tessalyn." Wilk stopped for a moment to let it sink in. Swiift looked grayer than ever. The king of elves, fooling around with a human. Wretched was what she though. Vile. And she would have to teach it. She knew she didn't have a choice.

"You will go and meet one of the mage trainers tomorrow. Her name is Kyvella D'jhutte." Wilk sipped his tea, Swiift understood it was all he had to say. "Fine. I will teach it." She got up and stormed up the stairs to her old bedroom.



((OK. Oh and there's an Ad on here...."I see London, I see France: Don't let them see your little girl's underpants!"...bigeyes.gif))

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Both Dain and Harper stood up. The General spoke up first.

"There is nothing more I can add," said Dain politely, "And thank you for acknowledging the recruitment issue. I will be sure to notify all of my officers."

Harper spoke immediately after Dain, almost as if he were trying to dash out the door already.

"I will go over our records and get my men to personally visit the homes of those who have already petitioned for the military over the next few days." he promised, "The initial recruitment process will be completed before I leave with the girls."

In all truth, Harper was looking to leave as soon as possible, but not because he was uncomfortable. He needed to get a lot of things done in a very short amount of time, but most importantly, he wanted to visit Tess and Mia to get them comfortable with the idea of traveling with him. He did not feel their previous introduction would be putting their minds at ease.

((Mia will come in my next post.))
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Damian made his way to the Tower with a great amount of caution. the Tower was about three stories high and was indeed a magnificent sight but had an ominous feel to it. It had a draw bridge and mote filled with creatures that were far from human, they were machines that he had built from metal and magic. known for being one of the best, Demetri was a powerful and wild inventor indeed. His way of contacting people was different, if they could survive the ordeal, then they deserved the message, what ever it maybe. in the current case it was some simple info that Demetri thought would be useful to a dear old friend or so Damian thought. When Damian reached tower the draw bridge dropped as if welcoming Damian, he did not think twice before entering but kept himself sharp. The entrance hall was not long but was wide, it was about 300 feet around and there were suits of armor of different shapes and sizes with many different weapons and a flight of stairs in the center. When Damian reached the steps the suits readied themselves and moved in. Pulled the helmet in closer to his body, and drew a rune in the air so quickly it looked as if he simply out stretched his fingers with his arm fully extended. as he was speaking the words to activate the rune and dismantle them piece by piece when he heard a small but commanding voice.

"keer-ith try"

The suits then returned to there respectable places and placed there weapons at there sides. Revealing a small scrawny, grungy looking elf his hair was down to his shoulders. He wore nothing but a thin beaten up shirt that was missing a sleave, goggles on his forehead, and a pair of very thick baggy pants. Demetri then saw who had entered his dwelling and saw that it was in fact Damian.


"I see you got my message."


As he said this he snapped his fingers and a suit of armor in dress robes approached and draped a cloak over the man.

"Funny way of sending it . . . as usual"


Damian then set the helmet on the floor and gave it a push towards Demetri, who then picks it up and responds.

"That's how I roll. Well the reason I sent for you was because I recently found out that there was another like you . . . a . . . non-conformist if you will."


Demetri then held out his hand as what seemed to be a strange mechnical bird landed on it, and in it's beak were a piece of parchment and a felt pen. He wrote down the name.

"She trains the children going to battle . . . mostly the mages."

Damian then took the piece of parchment and read it to realize he had heard the name before, but finding her would not be easy. Her name was Kyvella.

"It's a start. Always a pleasure"

Damian turned and left through the same door entered.
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Feb 12 2007, 07:46 PM (Post #42)
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Tess awoke before the sun rose. Today, she and Mia would be going through a short training sequence. Survival tactics, weapon handling, horse riding and all the other necessties of travel. She gathered the other servant outfit, which is exactly the same, and went into the little bathroom to clean herself up. After she was finished, Tess tugged on her boots and went down to the kitches to get a quick meal. She was one of the few people in the eating hall. Tess was only alone for a few moments, but then Kit appeared. She gave him a biscuit, the promised one from earlier he never recieved.

After they were done, Tess ran back to her room to grab a cloak. The training area was on the opposite side of the servant's quaters, so she took her time making her way down. "How hard do you think they'll be on us Kit? I mean, I don't see myself cut out for hard training." Tess scooped him up and carried him the rest of the way. She arrived outside, cleared a bench of some snow, and waited for the others to show up.

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Dawn broke when Swiift was shaken awake by her mother. She was not a morning person. Brawyn's jovial face was floating above her's, smiling and talking. Swiift took nothing in of her mother's words, instead, she rolled over and fell back to sleep. Next thing she knew, her covers were torn off of her, leaving her barely clothed form sprawled out on the bed freezing. She shot out of bed, dark violet hair sticking out everywhere, fuming. "MOTHER! HOW DARE YOU! I DO NOT NEED TO AWOKE IN SUCH A MANNER!" Breathing furiously, she stomped over to her bureau, brushed her hair and threw on her cloak and hood.

"Well dear, you're going to be late to meet up with the mage teacher. I've made you some breakfast. Now hurry downstairs, I need to go wake up Twibik." She left, with Swiift following. "What do you mean late? It's barely morning." Swiift inquired to her mother. "Kyvella is a light elf my dear, you know how they are. She'll be meeting you in the Centre, north of the statue of Celinor." Swiift ignored the irony of the statement, but really, her mother is always up before dawn, and she's a dark elf. "Alright mother."

Swiift ate the breakfast, bid goodbye to her father, who was nose deep in a town notice, and left. The air was crisp and cool, a bit warmer than the night. She thanked whomever for the enchanted cobblestone streets, for not having to have her toes freeze almost off again. It took Swiift about ten minutes to reach Celinor's statue. But there was Kyvella, waiting. Towering the short dark elf, she gave Swiift a small wave. It was not returned. The meek smile on Kyvella's face slightly faltered at the unpleasing attitude Swiift was admitting.

"Good morning Swiift, Master of the Dark Ways." Her voice was quiet, and shy. Swiift sharply took in a breath at the title she was given.

"Too you as well." She didn't mean it, nor sounded like she did. Honestly, it's too early for this, she tought to herself. "Shall we take our leave then?" Swiift wanted to back indoors, away from the cold.

"Oh no, we are waiting for another."


(( Tada, used Ky a bit B, hope to too much.))
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Feb 17 2007, 04:12 PM (Post #43)
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Arine nodded her approval to both men and then called the Council to an end. She poured a last glass of brandy for the men, who downed them quickley, and took their leave to go do their individual tasks. She sipped from her glass, glad that they settled to a conclusion, and have a course of action. Walking over to her writing desk, she wrote three individual notes. One to the castle's Trainers, telling her that tommorrow at noon, Tess and Mia will be comming down for training on all weapons, basic sword techniques, Bows, and hand to hand combat. Two weeks of this should be enough to make them sufficient. After that, Arine would make sure that Harper continued their training on the road. She wrote two more short notes, one to Tess and Mia, and the other to the castle's Seamstress, telling her to fetch them from the field when the sun goes down, to have them fitted for new clothing. They'll need a multitude of clothing, traveling garb, gowns, Mia will need a hand-maids gown, as well as fine clothing, and Tess will need to appear all the Lady, she wrote to the seamstress.

When she handed the notes off to a messenger boy, whom she rang for, weariness consumed her. Stepping out of her boots, pulling off her jacket, she crawled into her bed in her under clothes, for a blessed nap.

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( Jeanette... you realise that they are two weeks from leaving the Capital... and swiift and Ky are already waiting?)


Kyvella grimaced, after she stated that they had to wait. She knew it was going to be a long wait, as the human's surely hadn't even left they're own homes, and it would take them a atleast three weeks to travel. That meant more than a month of waiting. The trip was two days to where they were meeting the Humans, so Kyvella figured they could head back in the morning, leaving word with the local magistrate to send word of the human's arrival before they got there.

Kyvella addressed Swiift carefully," It seems that we Elves, as always are early and more prepared than the humans. They have four to six weeks before they get here," She paused, seeing color rise in Swiift's usually colorless face," But we can head back to where we will be teaching in the morning. I will have word sent when our Guest's are about two day's travel away, and we shall meet them here. Does that sound alright? I will come back on my own to fetch them, if that would make this... easier for you.."

Swiift sneered at Kyvella, and said simply," Can we leave now?" but Kyvella shook her head," I'm a Light elf, the darkness settling around us has already began to suffocate me. I've never been good with night time."

Swiift rolled her eyes, and turned away into the darkness, headed back towards her parents' house. Kyvella yelled after her," Meet me here in the morning, ready for two days' travel!"

Kyvella spun around and ran quickly back to the house of her cousin, who she was staying with while in the area.
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Feb 17 2007, 09:05 PM (Post #44)
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Harper stood outside of Mia's quarters, debating whether or not to knock. He would feel foolish if she did not answer, and even being at her door at this time of night was a strange occurence. Anyone who walked by would immediately spread some ignorant rumor about himself and the girl.

After a minute or two, he decided a night-time visit was a bad idea. He would have plenty of time in the coming weeks to get accquainted with both girls.

He walked away confident he had made the right decision, and yet still ashamed of his clumsy behavior earlier in the meeting.

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The General stood in his quarters staring out the window beside his desk. He could see much of the city from this vantage point, but at the moment he wasn't thinking about the view.

Dain was running through every possible scenario in his head, and not one had a positive outlook. His frustration was quickly rising to the surface. He hadn't felt this helpless in years. Normally nothing could shake Dain's confidence, but in two weeks he would be dealing with immeasurable odds.

He finally closed his eyes and turned from the window, planning to go over his notes once more, when he remembered the package and its contents. There was an air of pure evil in the air suddenly, and Dain could no longer shrug off his frustration and anger.

In a flash of blue steel, the General brought his fist down on his desk, which splintered under the force. Dain's right arm blasted through the desk surface, and as he pulled it back out, he left behind a dark gaping hole.

He stared at his clenched metal fist, his eyes slowly wandering up and up his arm. He remembered the pain of the loss, even as he regained his composure. Dain realized that losing his temper now made him no better than a child.

He shook his head, and slid a stack of paper over the gaping hole, as if to hide the evidence of wrong doing from some unknown guardian. Dain proceeded to return to bed, hoping that he had not woken anybody with his outburst.

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Mia hugged her coat more tightly over her small body as she made her way out into the cold morning air. There was some light snow on the ground, and Mia could see several trails of footprints going every which way. She was suddenly very glad she had eaten an extra biscuit for breakfast.

She hurriedly made her way around the castle to the training area, her teeth chattering as a result of the cold. When she arrived she saw Tess already there, sitting on a bench with Kit. Mia sprinted the last few yards and quickly sat down next to Tess.

"I hope I get used to this cold!" she squeeked, "Otherwise I won't last a day."
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Feb 20 2007, 09:33 PM (Post #45)
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Tess giggled at Mia. She had a feeling they would become great friends on their journey. Kit hopped off her lap to chase after some birds, she watched him for a bit then turned her attention back to Mia. They spoke for a bit, giggling here and there at some wild ideas, one involving having Harper and a bonnet.

"I just hope we actually won't have to use what we are going to learn in these two weeks." Mia nodded her head in agreement. "And I'm sure we'll get supplied with warm clothing." The after thought occured as a shirver ran up her spine. Kit plopped himself down inbetween the two girls with a dead sparrow in his mouth. He spit it out and played with it. Both girls jumped up in disgust.

"KIT! That's just gross! I hope you behave better for Leuitenant Levin... I heard he hates cats." Kit gave a disgruntled meow. "Don't you take that tone with me mister." Kit took his mangled sparrow and climbed into a nearby tree. Tess blew a raspberry at him and sat back down in a huff next to Mia, who looked very confused.


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((I Know Becca, I meant Leumas' character Damian, not the others.))


The streets were now very busy with life. Swiift was extremely heated. It was barely past noon and the light elf needed to be indoors. If she could handle daylight, surely that elf would be able to tolerate the dark. She would have to if they were to work together, many of the more powerful spells Swiift knew could only be used at night. She didn't like Kyvella. Suffocated, really. If the sun disappeared behind a patch of clouds, would she shrivel up? This meeting was useless. Why didn't she take me back to show me the training grounds? Meet with some of the other...eh, mages. Tch, light elves. Think they're so high and mighty because they are the more dominant race.

Lost in her ranting thoughts, she didn't realized the mass of people around her, many who she was bumping into. She made it to a street where the crowd dispersed. It was an unaturally shadowed street. A strong gust of wind tore through, sweeping back her heavy cloak and blowing off her beloved hood. She let the wind past, no use in trying to keep her hood up while it was passing. She began to lift her hood, but was interrupted by a couple of male voices. It was a pair dark elves, both juvenile, younger than she. They were talking to her in a most disrespectful manner. Swiift lifted her hood back up, leaving her face in shadow. She paid them no mind and briskly started off. To her displeasure, they followed, beckoning her. One of them, the larger of the two grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her back. She reacted quickly.

"Lav i fuin faun lîn lanc!" Her voice became raspy and deeper. The large elf's knees buckled, the he collasped to the floor gasping for air. The second elf stood motionless afraid to move. "Lerya." The large elf sputtered and coughed as air flowed back into his lungs.

"Be careful young ones, war is upon us. I think the king would be disappointed if his most fit were to be weakened." She smirked and disappeared around the corner.


((Let me know if that's godmodding or if i shouldn't do it again, though you must admit, it was a very Vader-like move. shifty.gif ))

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