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An Elven legend comes to life, as is a War. *FULL* |
| [Introduction]
When the time of the Heroes comes about, the land will be transformed and desroyed, by the Evil One. The great ones that will lead them, so few. Many will die, and a very few will live. Antherion's fate rests solely on the Heroes. The Evil in Antherion will be destroyed, but it will affect everyone and everything in it. The land will be destroyed. The Mighty One will have suffered from loss and pain, even more so to this day, and he will learn to believe in himself. He will be transformed and empowered. §onny-   The one who has lost her love, she will find peace again, perhaps in life, perhaps in death. White Tiger The one who has lost his trust in man, and fears the trust them, will find it again. Aiken4LOTR The one who rebels against authority will learn to obey. AngelinTwilight The one who will die for love will die, but only to live again. BROCC-ZILLA The One who seeks to lose her past will find it and conquer it. Rose Grey Rules: Please keep foul language to the minimum, you don't need it to make a good story. Nothing sexual guys, the best you can do is intimate kissing, and so on. No gay/lesbian stuff. I don't want that a part of this campfire. Try to stay on the plot at all times, and before you go off on some weird idea, please let me know what you are thinking on doing, :). Please add within 3-4 days, or you will probably be skipped, unless you ask for more time. (Please add quickly!) Person description: Name: Age: Appearence: Brief history: Weapons: Pets: Height and weight: Eye Color: Hair color: Personality: And also a BIG thanks to White Tiger and Aiken4LOTR !!!Hope you guys like the new and improved rules and intro. §onny- <><
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| Age: 1,367 Name: Lori'en Nalo'mia Type of Hero: A very very powerful Mage-Warrior. Weapons: Carries a Magical sword called Antheon, which has a twin sword blade called Antheron, which was lost long long ago, said to be lost in the dark forest. Lori'en has been seraching for it for years, and will soon find it. Pets: A dragon called Fireereon, and a horse called Coninean Appearance: Tall and muscled, with black hair and blue eyes. Wears black armor and and carries a silver and black sword, Antheon. Has his ear pierced, a stud in his nose, and several chrome chains, and several silver tattoos over his body, with various scars also. A scar over his cheek. Very handsome. Has black eyeshadow and pale skin. Personality: Lori'en is the cold type, more to-himself. He has a lot of hurt from his past and that makes him isolated, he feels alon in the world. He is skilled in the arts of death. His calm attitude and subtle words enable him calm almost anyone. He has a silver tongue. Chills people to the bone with some of his words, and even more so with his actions. The hurts in his past make him want to stop the pain of the world, though he knows he cannot do it. He is secluded, and gothic. When threatened he is totally focused on killing his adversary. There is no one he hates more than the Evil One; he murdered his parents, then left him alone to die. Brief History: His parents were killed when he was only 2 and the great wizard Merlin who taught him fighting, magic and how to use his powers effectively. His parents were killed by the Evil One, but he was left alon to die when he was young. So that incurred a burning hatred against the Evil One. Rank: He is the leader of the gathering of Heroes. The evil general looked at the pitiful remnant of villagers that was going to try to resist his attack. His master then said "Leave them to me. Watch and learn general." The general, Le'man an elf, who had been turned to the side of darkness, watched as the master of evil leaped, at the villagers with a frightening battle cry. Lori'ein looked away at the carnage that he saw at the burned and slaughtered village. "Don't look, Se'ellen." Se'ellen, Lori'ein's fiancee, turned her head as the rest of the Heroes joined them at the top of the hill side. "Man this guy is brutal." Said Ja'milen, one of the Archers. "No kidding, but their must have been thousands of soldiers." Ha'len a Magician said. "Come follow me. We must go through the village." Said Lori'ein. As the marched through the village Lori'ein shook his head in disgust. There were 10 of them all together and Lori'ein knew they had no chance against the Evil One's army. Only ten of them against probably 10,000 soldiers? This was crazy. The Evil One had assembled a huge army, made up of ogres and trolls for fighters, and Dark Elves and Men, for Archers, swordsmen, and spearsmen. They had marched from the north causing untold destruction and decimation, slaughtering everyone in their path. Lori'ein knew that he would have to face the Evil One sometime. It was prophesied. Hogwash! Well everyone thought that the prophecy of the Heroes was hogwash. They marched onward with their horses and other animals, through a forest, tracking always tracking the army. "Just wait Evil One, Just you wait." Lori'ein thought to himself, As they marched on. Then Lori'ein had an idea. "Comrades we need a nights sleep. I see several houses untouched by the carnage that the Evil One wreaked. They walked towards one of that such houses. "I'll take first watch." The only reason that he took first watch was because he was expecting some body, one of his best friends. Lori'ein's eys were full of tears of grief and sorrow for the people of this village. Why? Why this town? He asked silently. It was getting close to 2 in the morning and Lori'ein thought that his friend must not be coming though he had been expecting since they left the last village a week ago. He fianlly go Ja'millen to take over the watch. He fell into a deep slumeber, immediatley, full of nightmares and grief. He awoke not more than fifteen minutes later to a scream from Ja'millen. He jumped up and grabbed his sword. He ran outside to where Ja'millen was and saw him lying on the ground with a monster standing over him. Lori'ein barged into the monster with his enormous strength. He helped Ja'millen up and the rest of his friends stood there watching, their eyes full of torture, for they could not do anything to help him without fear of hurting him. The monster and him fought like maniacs, Lori'eins rage was up and the blood came up to his eys causing them to turn from crystal blue to blood red. Lori'ein threw blast of fire and ice at the monster and hit him alot but the monster was very strong throwing his own blasts of dark energy. The monster was taken aback at the skil, the strength, and the rage of his opponent. "Go leave this places comrades, their is nothing you can do to help me, I command you to leave now before you yourselves be destroyed!" Lori'eiin screamed over the roars of the monster. His fellow Heroes had to drag away Se'ellen and tie her to her horse, and with a final salute they gallopped off. "you should have let your friends stay you fool!" The monster roared, "It would save them from trying to come back here to see if they could rescue you." Lori'ein aimed a blast of light at the monsters chest, it slammed into him and the monster jumped back in pain, and cried out. "Ha! You are weakening monster!" Lori'ein said mockingly. The monster jumped at him and threw him back into a tree, and Lori'ein smashed through it and slid int the dirt. The monster ran to Lori'ein's still form. "I have won!" It said to itself, and then Lori'eins magical sword plunged into his chest all the way to the hilt. "No I have won monster." Lori'ein said. The monster lashed out in death roes slashing Lori'ein's already cut and broken body. THen his sword started to glow, and a blast of fire came forth from the blade and the monster fell to the ground dead. Lori'ein extracted his sword and started to crawl towards the hut that he had slept in, but he never go there, collapsed on the ground completely exhouasted and passed out. |
Name: Kaluron Age: 1,286 years (Appears 22 in human years) Race: Elf Brief history: Kaluron was raised in a city of privilege, but watched his close friends and family die when the city was overthrown. Because of that tragedy, he grew afraid of becoming close to someone and losing them. This caused him to worry that his fear would keep him trapped behind bars for life. He has been a wanderer for many years, coming upon different villages every night. Pets: A white wolf named Tarshon and a shimmering, black mare named Nimali. Appearance: Kaluron stands at about 6’2”, weighs 159 lbs, has broad shoulders, and an agile body. He has golden-brown hair that rests upon his shoulders and deep, blue eyes with a ring of silver near the pupil. He usually wears worn-out clothing and a black cloak. Personality: He lived in fear for many years, but has since matured and become more accustomed to change. He has a defensive side, but is otherwise a friendly person. He has strong opinions, little use for material gain, and is skeptical about the prophecies, despite the fact that some have come true. Rank: Kaluron doesn’t keep track of his rank; he is pretty much known for his honesty and reliability. Type of Hero: One that doesn’t realize his potential and worth, yet. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * Kaluron gazed out at the horizon as he rode upon Nimali, with Tarshon following not too far behind. As they rode through the brisk winds that befell the darkening sky, Nimali suddenly halted. Tarshon ran up beside them, his deep, silvery-blue eyes met the large, brown eyes of Kaluron’s horse. Trouble was stirring and was close at hand. Kaluron’s animals could sense it as well as he could. There was no doubt that evil was lurking nearby. As they journeyed towards the edge of a rocky hill, the sight that came before them was like nothing they had seen before. An army of ten thousand strong was marching. They were leaving village that was in smoke and ruin; their doing probably, Kaluron thought. He recognized it well: it was the army of the Evil One. “We shall have a red sunrise,” Kaluron said softly. “Blood has definitely been spilt this night.” He had a solemn look upon his face as he gently kicked Nimali on the side. She neighed in response as he stroked her mane. Tarshon began to run to the burned village, causing Nimali to follow in reaction. "Let there be some survivors," Kaluron prayed aloud. "At least one." With that, they traveled to the slaughtered village; Kaluron praying for any piece of hope. As they neared, all he saw was smoke. His elven eyes teared up, but whether it was because of the smoke, or because of the thought of death, even he did not know. Kaluron let Nimali steer for she was following Tarshon, whose senses could hopefully find some survivors. Finally, Tarshon stopped, as did Nimali. Kaluron took a deep breath. Perhaps they had found a survivor, or maybe not. He got off his horse and wandered into the area in which he had been led. Now all he could do was pray that evil was no longer lurking nearby. |
| Name: Ashar Lieon Age: 1, 324 Brief History: Ashar grew up in a secluded area of the jungle most of her life with simply her family and family friends. She didn’t feel she belonged most of the time so she began to become adventurous, being one of the first Zalis to leave the comfort of the jungle. Because of this she acquired a reputation for being foolish and careless. Nevertheless she would sneak from her home and even find herself in battles when she knew not who she was fighting for. But she became strong and well trained at it. This caused people outside of the jungle to recognize her and her unique fighting style as well as her courage. Weapons: A long wooden bow made with intricate designs and inlaid with the purest malcort, a red metal that is known for its beauty as well as strength. Her arrows are also made the same way as the bow and the ends of them are dipped in poison. She is quite skilled in it. She also owns a long sword and twin blades that she both uses with great ability. Not only this she owns a staff made of the same wood as well as malcort that her bow has. Pets: She has a pet leopard named Seira, she also has a pet monkey (he’s a small monkey) who is black and white named Gyro. She does not normally use horses, but if she does she uses a tan horse with white markings named Avalado. Height and Weight: 5’8” in height and weights 135 pounds due to muscle. Eye Color: Beautiful dark brown eyes that hold a slight point to the pupils. Hair color: Blonde hair with brown highlights. Other Description: Her hair falls to her mid back. Its thick and stringy, but also somewhat straight. She has two pieces of hair on the left side of her face that are braided and glitter. Medium complexion. Her upper arms have light brown stripes that go across it, as well as her upper legs. She also has sharp pointed ears. She is slender and a bit curvy though she normally doesn’t show that much. When she is in her home town she wears loose fitting clothes that show her ankles and wrists where she wears many bracelets. However, when traveling she wears tunics and a long dark blue cloak. Personality: Ashar is kind and a bit out going. She is also, however, a tad of a daredevil. She isn’t afraid to take risks or try new things. She normally speaks her mind but she tries not to be rude about it. When one thinks they have her figured out, she seems to surprise every one of them with something else. Other: Ashar is a ‘jungle elf’ or what is also at times called a ‘desert elf’. Though she is called that she not an elf of any stature. She is part of a race called the Zalis (zale less). These people like the heat and live mostly in desert or jungle areas, though they do at times live in towns in the more populated areas. They have striped markings on their upper arms and legs (between the thigh and knee area) that varies in colors from a light tan to black. Light to medium skin. They also have at least one braid or twisted piece of hair. The females shimmers or glitters, while the males have silver, gold or a metallic red piece going through that part of their hair. Sharp pointed ears and dark, blonde or white hair. The Zalis are survivors and know how to make good use of rations and resources. Ashar watched from a tree as the world before her seemed utterly destroyed. Whatever had gotten a hold of this town certainly did not allow them any mercy. She jumped down from the oak and landed on her feet. She had her bow with her in case she ran into any trouble. However, it seemed there was not one sign of life, and all of whatever attacked was long gone by now. She looked over to see burned down building, some were still slightly burning. Bodies coursed almost every inch of the ground, including their blood. It was then that Ashar heard a sound coming near to her. She quickly hid behind a pile of rubble. She sat and watched and within a few seconds she saw a elvish male walking into the clearing. His face shown a lot of distress and something told her that he was trying to find answers just like she was. After watching him for a little while she stood up and slowly walked toward him. “There is no survivors, if that’s what you are looking for.” He looked over at her startled and pulled out his sword and held it at her. “Who are you?” “I mean no harm.” She told him. “I am a zalis from the jungle. My name is Ashar.” His eyes continued to watch her. After a few seconds he put the sword down. “I am Kaluron.” |
| Lori'ein ~ Lori'ein was having a dream. He was walking throught mists and was seemingly getting no where. Then out of nowhere came his fiancee, Se'ellen. "Awake Lori'ein. Awaken. You cannot quit now." She said. "But I'm so tired and hurt." Lori'ein said. "You have a destiny to fulfill, as do all of us." Se'ellen walked over to and poked him with her sword in the back. He flinched and moved a bit and then she poked him harder than before and that brought him back to the real world. He found that he was lying on his back on the ground with a very sharp stick poking him in the back. He then heard noises, like somebody talking in the Elvish tongue. "There are no survivors if thats what you are looking for." Then another voice that sounded strangeley formilliar. "Who are you?" "I am a zalis from the jungle. My name is Ashar." There was silence for several moments, then "My name is Kaluron." And then the sound of a sword being sheathed. Then the sound of people walking away. Lori'ein knew this would be his only chance, and he weakly grabbed his bow and took and arrow and lighted it with a magical blue fire. He then pulled the bow back as much as he could and let it fly . It flew into a tree and it exploded, causing the persons that were close, startle and turn around. One of them was cursing he could tell. That was all Lori'ein could handle, for he was a little weak, and horrificly wounded. He then blacked out. ~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry it took me so long guys. I slashed my hand on barbed wire the other day so I couldn't type very good. Sonny :) |
| Name: Angeless Rikku Age: 550 years (Appears 18 in human years) Race: Elf Brief history: He has proven himself with a bow many times. He has a deadly aim and fires 2 arrows at the same time. He has perfected a sword fighting style that is speedy but still deadly. Pets: A Black horse. Appearance: Has a elven long bow and a pair of twin eleven silver swords. He has very angelic features and very pale blue eyes. Long black hair with a braided white fringe. 6'2. A light grey tunic with two sword sheeths on the side. A quiver of arrows with pure white wood. A hooded black cloak. 2 curved daggers with evlev symbols on. Personality: A bit sarcastic. Imature at times. Focused on his goals when he wants to be. Very headstrong. Rank: Elven bow master. Type of Hero: Do something to help because its the right thing to do. ------------------ "You can't stop me doing this. I'm going because it's the right thing to do. Would you have me stay here and wait for the battle to come up against the gates "Shouted Angeless. "Of course not but think about what you're doing. You are risking you're imortality going on this fool hardy trip "sighed Angeless's father. Putting his quiver over his shoulder he picked up his bow. His swords already in their sheeths he walked through the door. "You told me I'm old enough to make my own desicions. So I'm making one now "he sighed as he left his home. As he walked out of the gates to his home he turned to see his father running after him. He was holding a quiver of white arrows. "Take these they will be of more help to you than me "he smiled handing them over. "But these are your Valor arrows. These are meant for a Bow master "asked Angeless? "You are a bow master. I was going to give them to you anyway but now just seemed like a good time. Remember you walk the path you choose "he said as he hugged his son perhaps for the last time. Angeless whistled a wolf whistle and waited. A pure black horse galloped out of the gate behind him and he grabbed the rains and swung up onto the sadle not waiting for the horse to stop. Disapearing into the distance his cloack billowing as he rode off to meet his fate. --------------- "May the light of the valor peirce the darkest shadow. Fate has conspired against you and now you must walk the path that has been set out for you "sighed Angeless's father with a smile. |
"I am Kaluron." The Elf answered to the female Zalis before him. As he sheathed his sword, he felt relief sweep over him. He would not be facing evil for today at least. And if he did, he would not be alone. With Nimali standing behind him, Ashar before him, and Tarshon not too far off, he considered saying more to his new acquaintance. Before he could utter any words, an arrow came flying into a tree near their location, causing an explosion and a burst of light and fire. The occurence startled them both, and they quickly turned around to see the source of the arrow. Ashar held her hand over her eyes to block the light, and Kaluron cursed slightly in disgust. His expression of annoyance quickly changed into concern as he spotted someone laying down with a bow in hand. "He is blacked out." Ashar stated taking the bow and laying it on the ground. "Let's help him." "Alright, that's a good idea." Kaluron replied. "It seems he shot that arrow to catch our attention before hitting rock bottom. That was a smart move." Ashar nodded in agreement at this remark as she helped Kaluron pull the wounded elf over to the trunk of a tree. "There, this is a stable place for him to rest." "We should stay here and wait for him to wake, should we not?" Ashar asked. Kaluron nodded in response, so Ashar sat on the ground across from where they had laid the elf and rested her head against a tree. Kaluron then joined her. They sat in silence as the light, fire, and smoke within the city smoldered down. A gentle breeze aired out the city somewhat, but it still reeked of death and chaos. It seemed that they had fallen asleep, and when Kaluron awoke, Nimali was standing next to the tree, Tarshon had returned and was resting his head on Kaluron's lap, and Ashar's head rested gently on his shoulder. He looked forward and saw the wounded elf was awake, but he had not moved. "Please stay where you are," he said when he noticed Kaluron try to get up. "Let them rest." "But you are wounded," Kaluron said. "Your wounds should be attended to." "All in due time," the elf responded. "Thank-you for helping me. My name is Lori'ein." "It would've been impossible to miss your call for help. An explosion was a clever idea, Lori'ein." Kaluron replied. "I am Kaluron." "And the others?" "This is Ashar; she is a Zalis. I met her before your explosive call for help." Kaluron explained. "This is Tarshon," he continued as he stroked his wolf's soft, white fur. He then motioned to his shimmering, black mare. "And this is Nimali." "I see. I too was not alone when I came," Lori'ein said suddenly. "I was with companions and my beloved Se'ellen. I sent them away for their protection. Now I wish they were still here, well, at least Se'ellen." "I am sure you will see her again," Kaluron assured. Just then, Ashar began to wake. "He is awake," she said as rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "As are you," Lori'ein concurred. "It is nice to meet you Ashar. I am Lori'ein." "Pleasure to meet you as well," she spoke as she lifted her head from Kaluron's shoulder, feeling somewhat embarassed. Kaluron then got up and began to attend to Lori'ein's wound. "I can never thank you enough for this," Lori'ein stated. "Your help is greatly appreciated. It's funny, I believe such an occurence as this was prophecised." Ashar looked at Lori'ein with interest, but Kaluron kept his gaze centered on the elf's wounds. "So," he said as he finished tending to the wound. "You believe in the prophecies?" "Well, pretty much." Lori'ein answered. "Why? Don't you?" Ashar glanced at Kaluron as they waited for an answer. Kaluron stood, retrieved Lori'ein's bow, and returned it to him before replying, "I haven't quite decided. They have yet to fully convince me." |
| Ashar looked at the elf before her. His face was fair, most like any elf. His golden-brown hair laid perfectly around his face and to his shoulders. He looked mainly like an every day elf, but then she looked into his eyes, they were blue, a deep blue nonetheless that told her there was more to him than what first met her eyes. And looking closer into them she saw a silver outlining his pupil. This intrigued her even more so. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it but she knew there was something special about this elf. After he introduced himself Ashar looked around and within moments a sudden blast came. Ashar fell to the ground by the cause of it but quickly stood up and shielded her eyes trying to make out what had just happened. Within moments the two of them found that the blast had come from the direction of a wounded elf and they tried to help him as best they could at that point. Ashar then laid her head up against a nearby tree. She was nearly dead tired at this point and could barely keep her eyes open. Last night had been a very long night for her and she had gotten most no sleep that night. Seira had tried to protect her but it was obvious that it would do no good. Whoever was chasing her had not given up, and she was afraid they still had not. But perhaps this time she had some friends who would return the favor. Within moments Ashar had gotten some much needed rest though it was almost fitful. Either way she welcomed it. Much sooner than she had wanted, she opened her eyes to hear voices talking back and forth. She soon enough realized it was Kaluron and the wounded elf who were speaking. At this point her eyes were still a little blurry so she tried to wipe the sleep out of them before gaining her full vision. As she did she looked up and still didn’t realize everything that was going on. Nevertheless she still raised a question, almost without thinking, “He is awake?” “As are you.” An unfamiliar voice said to her. After she looked even further at him he slightly smiled. “It is nice to meet you, Ashar. I am Lori’ein.” “Pleasure to meet you as well.” She told him. It was then that what all was going on finally hit her. She realized that in her sleep she must have not remembered putting her head on Kaluron’s shoulder. This made her very embarrassed and she quickly lifted her head. She realized that her cheeks must have turned several shades as she did this. After she removed her head Kaluron stood up and began to tend to Lori’ein’s wounds. This made her even more embarrassed now that she realized she was keeping Kaluron in a very uncomfortable position. “I can never thank you enough for this,” Lori’ein said as Kaluron had almost finished up bandaging his wounds. “Your help is greatly appreciated.” He then half laughed. “It’s funny, I believe such an occurrence as this was prophesied.” Ashar looked at the elf with curiosity. In all her life she had heard only bits and pieces of a prophecy. But never had anyone told her anything about it, just that there was one. Her knowledge on the subject was quite limited because the prophecy never held much interest to her people for the fact that it was claimed to be for the elven people only. But perhaps if Lori’ein was right there was more to it than just that. Kaluron, however, seemed to jump when Lori’ein mentioned them. Ashar could tell that he really didn’t like the subject being brought up. Despite this though Kaluron seemed to go on about it. “So, you believe in the prophecies?” “Well, pretty much.” Lori’ein told him though it was partly hesitant. “Why, don’t you?” Ashar thought for a few seconds and then glanced at Kaluron as they both noticed he had not answered the question for quite a while. Slowly, Kaluron stood back up and handed Lori’ein back his bow before finally answering. “I haven’t quite decided. They have yet to fully convince me.” Lori’ein looked up at him with interest. “Why might that be?” Kaluron hung his eyes for a few seconds and Ashar could tell he was very uneasy about the subject. And though she wanted to hear more about the prophecies she knew she had to step in. So she shook her head. “How are you feeling, Lori’ein?” The Elf put his hand on his head before speaking. “My head hurts, as well as my leg, but I’ll be fine. Thanks to both of you.” Ashar softly smiled. “Good. I’m glad to hear that.” She was partly glad of this as now the subject had changed. She, however, glanced at Kaluron who still seemed to be in deep thought. That night the three of them set up camp a little farther from the town in case anyone came looking into things there. But they couldn’t move much farther than that on account of Lori’ein. Kaluron made the fire and Ashar cooked them a meal using what she had learned on survival. She then took out a small pocket knife and began to sharpen it against a rock that was near the camp. “Aren’t you going to eat?” Ashar heard Lori’ein’s voice call from over the fire. She sighed at this and stared longingly into the blade of the knife nearly hoping to give some excuse for the pain she felt and the longing to cut her skin. But she put it down and shook her head. “I am not hungry.” She called back. “Are you sure?” He asked again. “Yes.” The truth was she couldn’t bring herself to eat if she wanted. Her pain was too great at this point and was in fact making her feel sick. She kept seeing the images run through her head of the blood and death, the very thing she caused to happen. And now no matter how she tried she couldn’t get her mind off of it, off of wanting to inflict the pain to the person who made her feel this way, herself. At first being with Kaluron and then Lori’ein made her forget about what she had done, about those who wanted to take her life. But now she couldn’t deny that every inch of her cried out for God to take her from the earth as painfully as He would. But she knew He wouldn’t. He was too much of a merciful and loving God to permit such a thing even though her heart screamed out for it. She, again, began to envy the well-being she had at this point. She stared into the blade of the knife and took it in hand, right as she pushed it to her arm she heard a voice break into her thoughts and felt a tear run down her face. “Ashar, are you alright?” For a moment she expected to see him again, {i{Vysel, but she knew it couldn’t be him, not after what she had caused. She knew he would hate her too much to talk with her even if he was here. She sighed at the thoughts and looked up to see Kaluron’s blue eyes staring out at her. “You’re seeming a bit distracted.” Ashar looked down at the ground so that he would not see the pain in her eyes. “I am fine. I am simply thinking about some things.” She lied to him. At this point she could kick herself. She hadn’t meant to lie but she didn’t want to bother him with this either, it was her own pain and thoughts, not his. It was then that a noise came forth and a soft fear ran through her spine. But then Ashar was met by two big golden eyes and she softly smiled. Kaluron, however, looked up in fear and reached to his side to grab his sword but Ashar stopped him. “Kaluron, I want you to meet someone. This is Seira, Seira this is Kaluron.” She then heard more noise, this time a bit of chattering and then felt a thump on her shoulder. She looked up to see a black and white monkey. She laughed. “And this is Gyro.” She then turned to the monkey. “I was wondering when the two of you would show up.” Ashar then felt another tear fall down her cheek at remembering when Vysel had given her Gyro as a present. She shook her head as the thoughts of seeing his blood stained body entered her mind again. At this point she looked up and knew that Kaluron had seen the tear. But she continued on like it had been no big deal, hoping that he would have forgotten about it. |
| Name: Leighka Afiriel Age: 545, appears eighteen or so Appearence: Long jet black hair and eyes that are a deep blue violet. Tall with a nice figure. Her hair is lighty curled and to the small of her back. Half of it is pulled back and the part that is pulled back is braided in a bunch of small braids, with each braid entwined with a piece of silver, sapphire, or amethyst. She has a silver band across her forehead with three round gems, a diamond, an amethyst, and a sapphire. She wears a long flowing lavender dress that shimmers from blue to silver back to lavender. She can fight in it, never wears shoes. Brief history: Leighka has spent most of her life in training so she would be a perfect fighter and so she could use magic effectively. She is stealthy and quiet, and deadly with a sword and bow. She has been alone for the vast majority of her life. Weapons: Sword, dagger, long bow Pets: two wolves, a black one Seline and a white one Aurora. Also a pure white horse Flariana Personality: She is kind of solitary, but a very good judge of character. Intelligent, and kind if a bit quiet. She is perhaps a bit to trusting, and is easy to like. However she has a temper and puts others way ahead of herself. She believes in sacrifice, and would quickly give her life for another. Earrings of the same stone in her ears. Rank: An Elven sorceress (think galadriel) Type of hero: I see your downfall. Go now and leave the world in peace or you'll meet it sooner and at my hands. _______________ Leighka sat staring at the stars from horesback, while Aurora and Seline stood like sentries on either side of her. She turned her head, causing her hair to sweep out behind her. "I can feel a change in the wind..a prophecy is being rewritten. It is visible in the heavens, and in the forest around us, my pets." She said, before riding out of the forest and into the silver moonlight. She rode for a while, until she found herself in the middle of a field. She sighed and looked to the ground before hopping down off of her horse. She pulled a crystal flute from thin air and began to play softly, fireflies seeming to dance around her. She then heard the galloping of another horse, and then she saw another elf. He was on a black horse. He stopped, she could see he was aiming a bow at her. Her eyes met his in the dark and he lowered his bow in shock. |
| Name: Rose of the Twilight Age: No one knows.... Appearance: Rose is one to hardly ever let her face show. She wraps herself in a wine colored robe with a hood covering her eyes: which are a deadly blue and have the power of hypnotization. Her robe is clasped by a golden gem in the shape of a mustang, which Rose rubs when she is lost or needs guidance. Every once in awhile a piece of blonde curly hair will escape from her hood. She is careful about never letting anyone see her true self: the consequences could be deadly for the person. Brief History: This information has never been known. Not even to Rose herself. She has just always...been. Weapons: A long graceful golden sword that sits at her hip and a small vial of deadly poison kept inside the Mustang's eye. Her sword is famous, so she uses it rarely, in hopes that no one should discover her identity. Pets: To her, all animals are tame. She can communicate with them, and they will help her as she wishes. Personality: Rose is quiet and secretive. She does not speak often, but uses her intelligence and quick wit to escape sticky situations. She has very good intuition, and can tell good from evil miles away. She herself is neither good nor evil. Rose is not prone to friendships or falling in love, and she is stubborn when things do not go her way. She is able to change...but only time can tell how things will turn out. Rank: An elf: the source of immediate help....the one to get others out of tight situations, and the one who, if only her face were seen, would be recognized by most of the world. |
| Name: Lex Lambrecht Age: Unknown, has wandered this world for countless years…looks to be about 35 Appearance: Lex stands to about 5’ and is very thin yet well muscled; weighing in around 115lbs. (she is average sized for her people). She might be short (to most), but is not to be overlooked or underestimated. She keeps her deep red hair short and her eyes are large and bright orange (they allow her to see well in daylight and in darkness). Her ears are sharply pointed on both the top and bottom and hold slashes of bright orange along the edges. Her skin tone is dark and she has a long white scar running down the left side of her face, a piece of her right ear is missing (basicly the whole top point is gone) and she also possesses raised branding scars upon her back. Personality: Lex can be friendly and outgoing, although she isn’t the most trusting person to be known. She can be leery and doesn’t help people without due cause. Generally she is mild mannered with a average ‘loudness’ to her, although when she has had too much ale she becomes rather loud. Lex doesn’t get drunk very often, but it is a good way to escape her past…no matter how sad a reality that is… Background: While this happened very many years ago (to the point where few alive recall it), it still feels quite recent to Lex. Lex was once a warrior, she still possesses many skills of her past trade, but has basically left that part of her life behind her. Once the commander of an army she mistakenly led her whole regiment into an ambush, she being the only survivor. Lex still isn’t sure who has gotten the better deal, her or her fallen army. Either way after the attack she was captured and tortured brutally, giving her all the scars she has. Though good fortune was with her, most would say so anyway Lex might call it bad luck, and the fortress where she was being held was attacked and she was rescued. Expected to go back to her duties, Lex snuck away from the group she was traveling home with, never again wishing to put other people’s lives in her hands. The day she lost her regiment frequently visits her dreams and occasionally day dreams as well…that’s generally what leads to Lex’s intake of too much ale. Otherwise, she stays away from the vile substance. Weapons: Lex prefers throwing daggers, halberds and other pole arms for weapons; although she can use a sword well, she doesn‘t care for them. Pets: Only her chestnut and white stallion - Jorn Rank: currently none Type of Hero: Hero’s are forged by the times, not solely by their skill. Fate draws everyone to their place and even those never expecting to reach the status of Hero find themselves thrust to join those ranks, while others who seek to attain such a status fall flat on their faces. Lex herself, never wished to be a hero and still does not desire that status…although if she had to state what “type of hero” she would be…she’d hope to give her life in order for others to live. ************* Race Description Utroque ( you - ter - oak) Average height - 5’ to 5’2” Smallest height known - 4’2” Tallest height known - 5’6” Their hair tends to be darker colors although light colors have been known to appear. Length depends upon the individual. Their eyes are large and bright - generally unusual colors ( yellow, orange, pink…etc) . They allow the Utroque to see well both in light and in darkness. Their ears have dual points, one on top and one bellow. Each ear has stripes on the outer edge that is the same color as the individual’s eyes. All of them have dark skin They tend to be quiet around those not of their villages, that is when they meet up with them somehow. Normally do not invite strangers into their villages or homes, although feel that it is shameful to put out someone who is injured or needs assistance. Among themselves their personalities can range from very wild to very shy. NOTE: their kind is rarely seen for they normally do not stray from their village of underground tunnels and caverns and tree top homes. The forested areas that they live in can be considered more jungle or rainforest like then the ‘normal’ forest type. One of the last times their race was widely seen, was during the war that Lex was commander in...such was very many years ago; few but writings remember it. ********** Lex walked cautiously down the steep mountain pass, Jorn walked slowly behind her along the narrow pass. Snow fell lightly only the flakes that landed near by or upon horse or rider survived a long life for the farther the flakes fell, the warmer the air was. Lex focused her orange gaze upon the road ahead, the dim light of dusk not hindering her gaze in the least. She planned to make it to the bottom of the peak by the time complete darkness was upon the land. At her current pace she should be able to do so. When she’d been farther up the mountain pass, she could make out the dim lights of a town preparing for nightfall. Now those lights were dim, but due more to her view being blocked by the tops of the surrounding trees rather then appearance of daylight. Lex planned to spend the night at the base of the mountain them make her way to the town at dawn. If her gaze held true, she’d be there by mid-day at the latest. She only hoped that she would find a little peace there. Although lately such was hard to find for she could feel the tensions in the air, battles were coming, memories were being brought up and her life was about to change. Those were three things she wished she didn’t have to feel. |
| Lori'ein~ Lori'ein stared hard at Ashar, seeing her discomfort, drew Kaluron. "Kaluron, hae you ever been south of here before?" "I have not, I'm not formiliar with this land, it seems strange to me." Kaluron answered shifting his gaze southwards. "Is that where we go?" Ashar asked. "Lori'ein nodded, pointing to a large dustcloud man miles away. Lori'ein, his wounds healing fast, walked over to the fire and put another log in it. Suddnely he tensed, his ears pricked. " "What is it?" Ashar said noticing his actions. "Somethings out there, atleast four people, but in seperate places." Lori'ein answered, and sniffed the air. Kaluron drew his sword, "I'm going to take a look." He said, starting to walk off towards the woods. "Oh, no you don't." Lori'ein steeped in front of him. "We are all going." Drawing his sword he motined for Ashar. She pulled out her bow and noched an arrow. "I'm ready." She said. They made their way through the woods a short distance when they saw to horses, one black, and one pure white standing side by side and a Elf in black talking to a Elven lady clothed in white in silver. Lori'ein smiled, for he recognized the woman. "Hello, Leighka." He said as they approached the two people. "Hello, Lori'ein. Who are your friends?" "Ashar, and Kularon. And your friend?" "Angeless, me and him have just met." Lori'ein bowed. Angeless dismounted his horse and shook each one's hand warmly. "A pleasure to meet you all." He said. "There are still more." Lori'ein said his eyes closed. "What?" Angeless and Leighka said simultaneously. "He senses more people close by." Kaluron explained. Suddenly a tree cracked and snapped and almost fell down on the friends. "Run, ogres are upon us." Lori'ein said letting loose a bolt of lightning at the ogres. "Ashar, and Leighka, go go south until you make it to a small clearing, only as abig as a small campsite. Stay there until we return." Ashar nodded and began running south, followed by Leighka on her horse. Angeless let loose two arrows at a shadowy figure, and he was rewarded with a scream. "Good shot!" Lori'ein said, leaping into a tree. He sheathed his sword and drew his bow and subsequently shot eight arrows hitting each of his targets. Kaluron was dealing death on the ground, battleing with every ogre that came into sword range. "Kaluron, watcha your back!" Angeless shouted. Kaluron ducked as an ogre swung an ax at head level, but Lori'ein leaped from the tree and beheaded the unfortunate ogre. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ashar and Leighka had made their way down to the clearing in the midst of giant trees and saw that there was already a person their witha fire going. "I'm going to see if I can get his attention then you come and help me." Ashar said, to Leighka, as she picked up an armload of branches, "This might help." She said and walked to the camp. The man obviously heard her and got to his feet and drew his sword while, Ashar threw her wood down and clashed her sword against his. "Who are you?" Ashar asked. "Arrowyth." The man said, supsicously eyeing her. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Finally Lori'ein, Angeless, and Kaluron succeeded in killing the ogres, and they made their way towards the place Lroi'ein had described. When they reached it they saw three people sitting around a fire talking. Two of them were Leighka and Ashar, while the other was a man whom he had never seen before. They walked into the camp and the man jumped to his feet, sword unsheathed. "There is no need for that; we are friends." Kaluron said and sat down next to Ashar. "We need to go get the things from our old camp." Lori'ein said, "We'll be back, soon." And Lori'ein and Angeless started making their way towards the old camp. A few hours later they were all back, and lying asleep on the ground, all except Lori'ein. "I'll see your face soon, Evil One, soon." He said quietly to himself, and drifted off to sleep. ~*!~ Hey guys this is Sonny! Hope you liked the addy, and I hope it gives you something to write on. Remember I want you all in your next addies to meet up with my characters, and the people with him. Thanks! Sonny <>< |
| Angeless wasn't sleeping at all. He was listening to the tree's. He was listening to their voices and waiting to hear any change in them. Something was troubling him. Why had his father given up his most valuable posession to him. Yet he felt reasured that he had been given them for a reason. He heard what he was keeping an ear out for, the trees talking of a thing coming at them. He got up quietly and grabbed his bow and both quivers. His swords hung at his side and he creapt out of camp and into the darkness. He disappeared into the darkness and drew one of his fathers Valor arrows. He put it on the bow string and held it there. He didn't move but he waited and found his mark. He drew the bow string back as far as it would go. The tip began to shine with the light of a star lighting up the area around him. He let loose a series of arrows in quick sucession. All of these arrows passed over the camp only a meter or so above the ground. He ran out of arrows quickly and drew his swords. He made his way around to the area he had been shooting at. About 30 orc lay upon the ground dead. He removed his arrows from the bodies and wiped them clean. He tucked each of them back into their quiver and headed back to camp. He layed down in his place and closed his eyes. The tree's murmered their approval of his destruction of the Orcs. "Sleep well "smiled Angeless as he drifted off to sleep. |
| Ashar narrowed her eyes. Do the men think I cannot handle myself? She growled and pulled her blade while the rest of them slept. She pretended to fight against an opponent as her movements seemed more like dancing. She was somewhat jealous that Lori'ein had sent her and Leighka away while they fought the ogres. She knew she could have fought with the rest of them. Ashar looked over as she heard footsteps. Seira had come to see if she was alright, for this Ashar was thankful. She leaned down and pet the leopard gently on the head. "Seira, my greatest friend." She then stood back up and sighed. "I miss him. He tried to help me and I betrayed him." Tears began to form as she tried to choke them back. "You miss whom?" Ashar jumped as she saw Arrowyth standing there. "No one, I was just thinking." "It did not seem like thinking to me." Ashar took a deep breath. "I do not wish to speak of it." "Alright then." He nodded and turned to go back to camp. It was then that Ashar heard a strange noise. "Stop." She beckoned. "Someone is watching us." She then put her hand on her sword. Within moments arrows came flying out of no where. Ashar quickly spotted three men up in a nearby tree. She swung out her blade and climbed the tree as quickly as possible. Once up there she ran through two of the men's throats, their bodies fell to the ground dead. The other man slid down the tree and before she could get to him he readied his bow and shot it. Ashar reached the ground in enough time to see the man run. She looked over to see Arrowyth lying on the ground with an arrow in his chest. She ran to him and quickly removed the arrow. She examined it as his blood came gushing out, it was poisoned. Ashar felt fear rise up in her as she knew the men were after her and not Arrowyth, and as she stared at the arrow she knew there was no way he'd make it out alive. "Help! Someone help!" _______ *Sorry it took so long. I thought having Arrowyth die would help since Deann isn't on Writing anymore.* |
| Name: Sherburne Age: 1,300 Appearance: tall and lithe with a fair complexion; she has long, curly brown hair with faint red highlights; her eyes are gold with a green ring around the pupils; her ear points are not as prominent as some elves which has led some to believe she is of mixed blood; she has a tatoo of a crescent moon on her left shoulder; she wears a tunic cut to reveal her tatoo, loose-fitting pants and moccasins; her cloak is of a magic material, it helps her to remain camoflaged Personality: honest and open, Sherburne loves to laugh; she is easy-going and very good at putting people at ease; you have to watch her though, as she talks with you she learns your secrets; she keeps quiet about all she learns, but the knowledge she gains is often helpful in unexpected ways Background: Sherburne's race is one of the few Elven races that interacted closely with man before their fall. Their villages serve as safe-havens for those humans that are still resisting the Evil One. Because of this close relationship, the bloodlines have occasionally intermingled. Sherburne's parents were killed trying to defend a group of humans seeking safe-haven. Her twin brother who fought with them disappeared and hasn't been heard from since. Sherburne has been tracking the Evil One, hoping to find her brother. Other Information: Sherburne is skilled in the art of healing, both Elven wounds and human wounds. Weapons: like all elves, Sherburne is gifted with a bow, however she prefers to fight with a bow staff; she does carry a silver sword with a crescent moon engraved on the blade and sapphire gems embedded in the hilt upon her hip Pets: a mare with a striking hide of red named Flame, and a white tiger named Mtka Height and Weight: 5'11 and 150 lbs Rank: None Type of Hero: one who is not aware of her potential, yet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sherburne rode quietly, enjoying the peace and quiet of the night. The stars twinkled brightly overhead and the moon lit her path. She approached a wooded area and suddenly, a scream split the air. "Help! Someone help!" Flame's ears pricked up and she immediately began to gallop without any urging from her rider. Mtka showed her white hide briefly against the trees and led the way. They came upon a small clearing swiftly and watched as several figures bent over a body on the ground. A low growl alerted everyone to their presence and Sherburne watched as a leopard attacked Mtka, while several of the figures drew their swords. A menacing figure stepped forward, moonlight glinting off his silver and black blade. "Identify yourself." He commanded, sweeping his blade in front of him warningly. "Call off the leopard." Sherburne returned, deepening her voice. The lead elf barely glanced at a female elf, with long blond hair, and instantly the command came. "Seira." The leopard stopped and loped to her owner. "You seem to be having trouble." Sherburne commented. "May I help?" "Not until you identify yourself." "He'll die, if you keep this up." The other female elf spoke up. "Let her pass." Sherburne glanced at the second elf curiously but soon fixed her gaze on the lead elf. He glanced almost self-conciously toward the wounded elf and then relented. He lowered his sword as he said, "Very well. If you think you can help him." Sherburne dismounted and strode quickly to the fallen elf. She bent over and examined his wound. "Please move." She bade the first female elf. "I need the moonlight." Her eyes as she met Sherburne's were stricken. "He will not make it. And it's my fault." Sherburne glanced at her worriedly. She did not need a distraught female on her hands. A male figure appeared behind her. "Ashar, come with me." "Kaluron..." Ashar's voice as she whispered his name was almost pleading. "She will do her best to help him. But you can not distract her. Come with me." He held his hand out and Ashar reluctantly took it. Reassured that she could concentrate, Sherburne turned to the elf. His eyes calmly met hers. "I am not long for this world." His voice was quietly steady. "Give me a chance will you?" Sherburne teased lightly, hoping to change his mood. But as she saw the color of his wound and how the skin around it was already turning green, her optisim failed. She met the elf's eyes and the pain in hers, answered the question in his. "So?" The second female intruded, breaking the connection. Sherburne glanced at the male elf, silently offering him the chance to speak. He shook his head slightly and Sherburne turned to the group with a sigh. "I'm sorry." She said gently. "He's been poisoned. And there's no known cure for it. The best I can do is make him comfortable." "What?!" The lead elf exploded. "You're not going to help him?" He reacted swiftly, pulling her up and slamming her against a tree with his blade against her throat. "You're no friend of ours!" Sherburne held up her hand, forestalling Mtka's attack and silencing the others' protests. She glanced at the sword at her neck and then met the elf's eyes steadily. Barely above a whisper she said, "Calm yourself, Lori'ein Nalo'mia." As his eyes widened in shock, she continued, "Your sword is well-known to my people, as is it's sister blade, Antheron. I am indeed a friend to your cause. But even with all my skills as a healer, I can not save your friend. Whoever attacked him was taking no chances." Lori'ein's grip went slack and he lowered his sword. His eyes were bleak as they looked back into hers. "Then please do for him all that you can." He turned away and Sherburne, prompted by some instinct, put her hand on him arm. "Will you be all right?" He simply nodded and turned away. Sherburne turned back to her charge. Kneeling beside him, she asked respectfully, "What is your name, warrior?" "Arrowyth." He managed to whisper painfully, his breathing labored. "It is an honor to meet you, Arrowyth. I am Sherburne. Would you allow me into your mind?" She smiled gently down at him. "Into.... my.... mind?" Arrowyth's confusion was evident. "Relax for me." She whispered. "Clear your mind." Softly she began to sing a elven lullabye. Arrowyth's eyes slowly closed and his breathing eased as he drifted off to sleep. Still softly singing, Sherburne placed her palm upon his brow. Closing her eyes, she willed the pain from his body into hers. She gasped aloud from the pain and jerked her hand back, breaking the connection. She backed away and shook as the pain coursed over her in waves. The other female elf hurried over to her. "Block it, Sherburne." She counseled. "Block it." "I can't." She whimpered as another wave hit her. "It's too strong." "Concentrate!" The female demanded. "Gather your will or you're lost." With difficulty, Sherburne gathered her resistance. She slowly built up her defenses and finally Arrowyth's pain receded from her conciousness. Her body went slack and she realized she was sweating. She looked up at the other female and nodded her thanks. Then Sheburne looked over to Arrowyth and smiled softly. His breathing was easy and his body relaxed. "What did you do?" Another strange elf demanded. Sherburne met his hostile eyes and sighed. "He will die in his sleep now. It is the best way. He will feel no pain." Sherburne wearily stood up. "Oh." The elf relaxed his stance. Without warning, Lori'ein appeared behind her. "Would you care to introduce yourself now?" He asked. "Of course. If everyone is present." "They are." Sherburne found herself loosely surrounded by 5 warriors, two females and three males. She glanced at each of them in turn, silently measuring how they were handling the death of one of their own. After she had looked at each of them, she quietly stated, "I am Sherburne. My tiger is called Mtka and my mare is Flame." Lori'ein nodded his head. "Well met. I am Lori'ein and these are Ashar and Kaluron," he gestured to the distraught elf and her friend, "Angeless" the hostile one, " and lastly Leighka." the one who had helped her concentrate. Sherburne nodded to each in turn and murmured, "Well met." Leighka met her eye and asked abruptly, "Why are you here?" "I seek the Evil One." Sherburne answered simply. |
| Rose watched in wonder as the others saw their comrade die. She neither thought it brutal, nor did she feel any pity, but a human life had been extinguished. Her blue eyes swept the party before her and she looked on, hoping to be seen...she never liked making the first move. She knew this group shared something with her: a common goal. But her pride and unwillingness to be a part of any group led her to not speak. She intentionally made one of her steps louder, the leaves under her creaked. Sweeping behind a tree, and closer to the group, she saw that one of the male elves had seen her. He had winked and turned back to the group's discussion. She was indignant, but not angry, and she listened on with careful concentration. Before being seen by the whole group, she made sure cloak was covering her face and hair. They must not see any distinguishing features. Except for her eyes. There was nothing she could do about that. |
| Lex could feel the dagger pulling across her the soft skin of her face, feel the blood as it began to flow. Orange eyes opened to the dim light of early dawn and she put her hand to the long scar on her face. So many years ago it had been given to her, but every time she relived it the pain returned. Her dreams had been peaceful for so long, things were changing she knew. Events were about to take place that might lead her back toward her past. Into situations she had tried to avoid ever since her rescue. Sighing Lex knew that no matter how she tried to keep things from returning to what they had been, it would one day return. The skills she possessed wouldn’t leave her, they had long since become as instinct. That alone would one day draw her back into battles she never wanted to partake in again. Lex rose, there was no rest for her after a nightmare about her captivity. Slowly she made herself a small meal and readied herself and her horse for travel. Once everything was set, she mounted Jorn and urged him farther into the forest. Lex still clung to the hope that the village she’d spotted would provide her with some comforts, some way to keep the events of the world away from her. Lex was enjoying the forest until she felt an eerie calm come over it. Something terrible had happened near by, she could feel it. Scanning the surrounding area Lex noticed an area of freshly upturned earth. Someone had perished in this spot. Luckily for her their companions seemed to have left. Running into people wasn’t on her agenda, at least not until she entered the town. Picking up her pace, Lex wanted to be as far from that cold, eerily calm part of the forest. She didn’t like the feeling that death brought to nature or herself for that matter. It was all too much of a reminder of how she felt all too often. She’d seen so much death…caused so much… Gritting her teeth Lex struggled to push the memories of her army from her mind. If she began thinking about her regiment, it was lead quickly to other memories she more desperately wanted to keep locked away. Lex bent low against the tall tree gazing out into the misty morning. There was no sign of the scout as of yet. She hoped that he would return soon, they needed to keep pace with the enemy. “Commander.” Lex turned to a tall dark haired man, her second. Behind him stood the scout. He had retuned. “The enemy’s army is a few miles ahead, Sir.” Lex nodded, turning to her second, “Break camp.” The two men disappeared among the trees to gather the other troops. Lex cursed to herself, as Jorn came to a quick stop. Not only had that memory been of the last day her regiment had taken breath; she had led herself into something she felt she didn‘t want to be in. Cursing death silently for always dug up these old memories, Lex found her vision once more. A group of various peoples stood to all sides of her. Sighing Lex hoped that they would simply allow her to pass if she gave them no trouble. “A fine morning.” Lex spoke “Can I be of assistance to you? “ Lex wondered briefly if she had simply rode into them unknowingly. Had she been that withdrawn into her memory? It had happened before. |
| ~!~Hello people...please foregive me for my long and unexplained absence...I hope that we are able to weave a good yarn by the end of this campfire!~!~ Lori'en watched as the the young woman rode into their midst, into their makeshift funeral for Arrowyth. She seemed to come out of a trance. As if she were living in a dream. Lori'en thought. He was angered by her drirespect to the dead, but tried to push it away. It stayed with him, though he did not show any emotion as he and Angeless stopped her horse. "Can I be of any assistance to you?" She asked, dazedly, and seemingly surprised to have stumbled onto this group of Elves. Angeless mutterd a curse under his breath, along with something about the stupidity of women. "Why are you here?" Angeless asked. The woman pondered. "Here? On this world? In this life? I haven't the faintest idea. I have no idea why I am here, and how I came to be in the midst of you." Angeless squinted at her, but recovered quickly enough to catch her uncounscious form. "Fainted." He said, and Lori'en responded with a nod. Angeless swiftly set her down in the shade of a tree. Sherburne ran over to her, put her hand on the woman's forehead, and whispered several words. She looked over at Lori'en, and glanced at the others, taking in their questioning looks. "She'll be fine; she's only sleeping." Lori'en gingerly touched the woman's consciousness. He was astounded at the raging emotions that embroiled in her mind. One second it was stark terror, then terrible rage, then a trembling insecurity and questioning, a feeling that bordered hysteria and paranoia. He started to withdraw, but a weak force clung to him; a pleading feeling reached him. Curious he allowed the force to draw him back to her consciousness. This time he felt a faint glimmer of recognition. He saw past her emotions this time, like they were only decorations to add to a room. Only pain showed. He saw glimpses of the past. He was about to leave again, but an image caught his attention. A young boy, a toddler lay on a bed, crying softly. Two bodies sprawled on the floor next to the bed. He would have dismissed it, but the faces of the were those of his parents! Ashar touched his consciousness. What's wrong? You're grimacing like a gargoyle. Lori'en sent her the images he had just seen. She gasped audibly when he revealed that those bodies were the bodies of his parents. I'm sorry, Lori'en. One more image was seen by Lori'en. It was the woman. She was standing in the doorway, a sword in her hand. Blood dripped from the blade. Fury built up inside of him. He saw closer now. Blood flowed from wounds all over her body. Burns and other wounds from magic and blades had torn her body to almost pieces. She was in complete and total agony. Lori'en, this woman has experienced incredible pain! Ashar said. Lori'en abruptly severed the link between him and the woman. He stood. Ashar placed her hand on his shoulder, her eyes dry. She sent an emotion to him of sorrow. Lori'en turned, walked into the woods, and vanished from sight. It was dark. Lori'en stood close to a fire made by magic. Blood seeped from several slashes on his arms that were just beginning to stop bleeding. A bloody dagger was held in his hands. His face was even paler than usual, making him look deathly white, and was tear-streaked. He sat and began to clean his dagger. When he was done, he stood and hurled it into a tree, embedding it to the hilt in the trunk. Walking over to it, he ripped it out of the tree with such fury, that several chunks of wood flew through the air. He dropped to his knees, muttering dark curse in ancient languages that few knew. He sheathed his blade. As he slowly pushed his depression and anger aside, he began to think. "How could that one woman slay both my fahter and mother, who were both elite with magic and blades?" He felt a consciousness reach out and timidly touch his. He reached back out, savoring the beauty of the mind; it was warm, exotic, filled with a beautiful music. He wondered briefly what his felt like. Cold, hard, calculated and brutally precise, probably... Some. But there is a beautiful side to even you, Lorien'en-eldr. Sherburne's voice echoed in his mind, followed by a short laugh. Lori'en's head snapped up at the title. There was a pause before Sherburne spoke again. Lori'en guessed it was slightly straining to reach him from the camp, not knowing where his location was. As you said, how could that woman by herself destroy your mother and father? That woman was not alone. Ethelmirdrim was with her. Yes, you are not the only one who knews the Evil One's real name. Lori'ens face remained stoic. It seems that Merlin never told you that my folk knew of your parents murder, since they had been guests in my clans' homes many times. We knew all that befell them, and our was was terrible, but, we had not the strength at that time to challenge Ethelmirdrims' armies. Now we are strong and are gathering the other Elves to fight with us. Lori'en's eyebrows went together in frustration. Why did Merlin never tell me? Sherburn chuckled grimly. He knew you too well. He knew that you would try to hunt down your parents murderers before you had the power to destroy them. But, getting back to our original point, Lex, as the woman is called, was not alone. She was posessed by Ethelmirdrim, so she had no say in the matter. She is not the one to blame. Don't kill her; she has suffered much hurt in the past and doesn't remember much. She may be useful in finding the Evil One and exacting revenge on him. She was having a vision of some past agony when she rode into the midst of us. Please , Lori'en, don't harm her unless it is deemed necessary. Come back to our encampment. Ashar and Kellion are worried. Lori'en nodded wearisomely. I'll be back soon. He felt her smile mentally. Please stay safe, vod polmien lavdre. For my happiness. Then she left. Lori'en sighed heavily, as he made his way back towards the camp. Angeless started, half-drawing his sword, but sheathed it with a relieved sigh as he recognized him, muttering with admiration "Bloody appears out of shadows." He sat back down with Leighka who waved with a comforting smile at Lori'en. He half-heartedly waved back. Sherburne greeted him with a warm smile; Kellion nodded, but Ashar glanced at the oozing wounds on his arms and embraced him. "I know your pain." Then, with a sad smile, she bade him goodnight. As Lori'en stared into the starry expanse above him, he was awed by the ethereal beauty of it. How could there be such loveliness in a world with so much pain? Remembering a great philosophers words, 'With beauty comes pain.' A single, shining tear slid down his cheek and fell to the ground. Then he fell asleep. With beauty comes pain... |
| Angeless had been on watch now for several hours. He hadn't answered anybody who came to relieve him so the let him be. He had picked a spot that looked out over a cliff edge and hadn't moved since. Angeless was so quiet and still that in the grey light he looked like a stone guardian that had been standing for decades. His gaze was transfixed upon the horizon with a unseeing glazed look. He saw further and clearer than most of elven kind. Plus side of being part of a direct bloodline of the hunter. He was still keeping watch...even if his spirit was looking elsewhere. "You came...even as you're about to break. That's a good sign. So...why did you come? "asked the womans voice? "I guess...more than anything else I wanted to be forgiven "sighed Angeless. "Why can't you forgive yourself?...you came in the end...that's what matters? "sighed the womans voice. Angeless was fearfull of his own answers in that brief moment. "Because I let you die "sighed Angeless as the light began to fade. "Shilly-shally dilly-dally "sighed the womans voice fading into nothingness. He blinked and glanced at the others. Then thaught of the vission he had see before he'd left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was facing a man in black robes who was holding a elven warsword of silver. Angeless was armed with a giant cleaver like sword. The robed man looked unharmed. But Angeless was bleeding from a stab wound in his shoulder and several smaller wounds. The others were scattered around wounded in similar ways. He was only the only one standing. "I've decided upon a present for you. Do you want me to give you despear? Tell me what you treasure most so I can take it from you "sighed the black robed man. "You just don't get it...There's not a thing I don't treasure! "shouted Angeless charging at the robed man and swinging the massive sword. That was the extent of his vission. He couldn't see what had come before it or after it. He knew what the swords were. They were weapons forged in the conflict in the forging of the world. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Why does this vission haunt me....a legacy of pain and horror is what awaits me....which ever choice I see somebody has to die... "sighed Angeless. he hated choices of life and death. Who was he to decide if somebody lives or dies...war was different but when it was a friend...well nobody should have that choice to make. |
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