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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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Feb 21 2007, 04:01 AM (Post #46)
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"He's cute when he's not munching on birds." said Mia, still thinking about how human Kit had seemed a moment before.

Tess never got the chance to respond though, as Harper appeared beside her out of nowhere with his hands in his pockets and his face looking amazingly normal considering the temperature, which Mia was sure was making her look as pale as a the surrounding snow.

"Hello there you two." he said in a pleasant manner, casting off the veil of shyness he had put up the night before, "I hope you haven't been waiting too long out here."

He grinned so broadly that Mia was slightly taken aback. She was surprised at the differences in his demeanor. Several seconds passed before either managed a reply.
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Feb 22 2007, 04:23 AM (Post #47)
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"Oh! Hello Leuitenant! I see the frigid air of this wintery afternoon has no affect on you." She tugged on his jacket sleeve, trying to get a feel on how thick it was. Harper cleared his throat giving her the signal to stop, for Tess kept tugging at him almost in a nervous manner. She dropped her hands to her sides in a military fashion.

"Sorry sir, Leuitentant sir." She gave a shifty look to Mia who was trying to hide a smile. "So sir! What will we be doing today? Learning to slay dragons, save damsels... Oh! We could put you in a bonnet, have you pretend to be the damsel! Kit up there, " she pointed to him in the tree, "can be the fericous dragon guarding you as his prize posession!" Tess grinned broadly, trying to hold back laughter at the thought of Harper in a bonnet and gown.

She was thrown off by his reaction to her. He stood there with a smile slapped across his face.

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Mar 9 2007, 04:18 PM (Post #48)
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Kyvella new that she needed to be able to tolerate some darkness, if she was to be of any help to Swiift. Being a light elf, she knew that most of swiift's magic would be concentrated at night. So if she was to assist, she needed to get used to the burning dark, just as Swiift will need to get used to the sun.
The sun was starting to go lower into the clouds, and parts of it were hidden behind the tallest peaks of the distant mountains. She grabbed her cloak of the wall, and threw it over her back. That's when she noticed a white envelope sticking out of the hidden pocket, that she sewed inside the lining of the rabbit fur cloak. She pulled it out, ripped open the top, (The envelop was not of any fine paper, but rather a crude, pulpy paper), and pulled out the short note. She read it aloud, under her breath," A visitor will be arriving for you in two days, no more, no less. Be prepared." She read it again, trying to figure it out, then stopped. She pulled on her boots and ran out of her dwelling, to find Swiift. Kyvella needed to show her this, as it seemed like someone would be joining them on their journey, and she figured that swiift wouldn't be to happy if she wasn't forewarned. She found her stalking down the streets, glaring at random people, "Swiift! I have received a message of importance, I think..." When she caught up to swiift, she handed the note over.

(Leumas... the visitor is your character)

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Arine woke up when the sun streaming in her open windows, struck her in the face, illuminating a red glow beneath her closed eye lids. Rolling over, she threw off her blankets, and continued to preform her morning ablutions and get ready for the day. She had to meet with Dain today, to discuss the number of soldiers who have been drafted, how many are volunteers, and how many are expecting to be paid for their tour. She hoped Harper could deal with training the girls himself, because she also has to start working on the mission to attempt and recover the kidnapped missionary. It was going to be a long day.
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Mar 10 2007, 03:16 AM (Post #49)
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She heard her name being called from behind her. It was Kyvella, hastily walking towards her. Just what I need, to be bothered more. Swiift stopped in the middle of the street. Kyvella caught up to her and handed her a shabby little piece of parchment. Passerbys and stragglers gave them looks of interest. Swiift made her way to an alley and motioned Kyvella to follow. When they were out of eyesight and earshot, Swiift unfolded the note and read it to herself. Even though her face was completely in shadow, it wasn't hard to tell that this news was unpleasant to her.

What?! Another?! I don't believe this. Light Elves! And she doesn't even know anything about it! Who is it? Prepared for what? This is ridiculous. Swiift let out a frustrated sigh. No hiding it really. Anger was radiating off of her. She crumbled up the note in her hand and crossed her arms. She looked up at Kyvella.

"Very well. Since we are both in the dark about this, send me a message when this visitor arrives. Inform me if we are to meet, and if so, meet me back at Celinor's statue at noon." Swiift handed back the crumpled note. Kyvella gave a nod and left in a hurry. The sun was continuing to sink behind the mountains.
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Mar 10 2007, 06:38 AM (Post #50)
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"Well, with that attitude I think the next few days will be quite fun," Harper said while grinning, "Normally basic arms training is a pain for beginners."

Mia snapped out of her daze at the term beginner.

"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot to mention," she quickly replied, "A while back, the Captain herself taught me a lot about weilding a sword."
"Oh really?" asked Harper, genuinely surprised, "What type of sword?"
"Uh, it was, um," Mia stammered, embarrased that she had forgetten, "The short one?"
"I see. At least you knew it was short." Harp said warmly, "In a few minutes we'll start off with short-swords then. If you show you still know some things, I'll have you go ahead and start building some endurance while I work with Tess personally."

Both girls stood there quietly, not knowing what to say next. Harper noticed that both seemed more shy than the night before. It was as if their roles had been reversed. Not wanting to fall into an uncomfortable silence right before they began training, Harper added the only thing he could think of.

"Before we begin, is there anything specific that either of you want to work on?"

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Dain got out of bed slowly. After his outburst, he had managed to slow down his mind for the remainder of the night, but he still has trouble sleeping. The General hadn't thought much about the coming battles, but there were some personal feelings he was having trouble ignoring.

Once his feet touched the floor, Dain quickly stood up and walked to the closet to get dressed. Not wanting to waste time waiting for servant to prepare a bath, he decided his activities the day before had not made him particularly 'dirty'.

He knew had to find the recruitment numbers, as well as call his own meeting with the other officers in the castle, and check in on Harper and the girls. Dain sighed to himself as he pulled on his boots and tied the laces carefully. He knew that this wouldn't be the only busy day during the next two weeks.
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Mar 10 2007, 07:28 PM (Post #51)
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Tess shot her hand up in the air like an eager young scholar who knew the answer to a very complicated question. She figured now would be a good time to ask what she's been wondering. It only seemed right that she learned how to wield elvish weaponry. But surely she would be learning that when they reached their desination. Still though, wouldn't it look a little odd while traveling, if she were to embrace her human side more? And completely leave her elvish side in the dust?

"I think Leuitenant, that it would look good while traveling if I were to learn how to use, or at least carry, some type of an elvish weapon. Perhaps a bow, if by chance there is one here. I do have rather keen eyesight. I want it to look as if I've embraced both sides of my heritage. Don't want to go bounding into the Half Elves territory, parading around with all things human. Do you think that's a good idea? Or shall we wait to meet with uh...What's her name?...Erm...Oh right, Swiift?"

Tess still hand her hand up, waiting for Harper's reply.

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