Athoriel

Starfall

Cedric looked down the edge of his blade, oil cloth in hand, it held a few nicks on its sharp edge from use, but nothing too serious to warrant a reforging. The heavy doors behind him swung open with a creak that broke the silence of his careful observation. He tossed the oil cloth onto the bench beside him, turning around to face the newcomer, before slamming his sword into his scabbard. He was met with a sharp-featured man, dark haired and with a reasonably easy demeanor about him.

"With me Rider." He commanded, beckoning with a free hand as he moved toward the back of the armory, swiping a ring of keys he had left hanging on the spike of a war hammer. He slowly shifted through the series of keys, flicking past the ones he had no need of til he came to a worn looking piece of iron, placing it betwixt his thumb and fore finger as he regained his former pace toward their destination.

"I dispatched another member to relay orders at the domes gate." He explained over his shoulder. "They're to let no one enter, other than the Guild Master or myself. You are to accompany me in a small delivery, nothing glamorous, just some heavy lifting." He continued sliding the iron key into the lock of a celelyrium coated door that stood twice his height. He gave a sharp twist and the lock turned with a thunk, he gave a slight sigh and then put his shoulder into it, giving a strained grunt as he pushed the door open, a loud scraping of metal on stone echoed through the armory as he did so.

"Pass us that torch." He requested in a soft tone, gesturing to the sconce on the stone pillar just behind them, trying to not come off as some demanding asshole. He then extended a hand to accept the torch, giving a nod of thanks as he did so, before plunging it forward into the darkness, illuminating the rows of shelves that held each riders saddle. Carefully he lit up the torches along their path til they came to the shelf at the back, somewhat bare, but for the single saddle that occupied it. A simply ornamented saddle, timeworn yet clearly cared for, gleamed by the light of the torch. Cedric placed the torch in the empty sconce beside it and looked it over with some admiration, sliding a hand along the polished contours of its design til it found it's way underneath it with a firm hold.

"And now we have to haul this heavy bastard to the dome." He said with a grimace. "Don't worry, the doors are open, and there's a cart waiting for us." He added reassuringly, placing is other hand on the saddle as he waited for the recruit to make a move.

@taistelusopuli

Starfall

Cedric Pryde

Cedric stood as still as stone, both hands rested upon the pommel of his sword that served to keep him upright should fatigue take him during his vigil. It never did. Truth be told, the few hours of sleep he managed to muster were always enough, dreamless and dissatisfying he would awaken from it and seek to relieve those on guard duty. They never complained, for it was a task that was often despised by the guilds members. Cedric found solace in the solitude. A time for reflection and meditation, the soundless halls of the keep occasionally ringing out with the muffled cries of those whose demons had found them in their dreams, he envied those troubled souls, at least they could still dream.

Eventually night gave way to morning, light filtered in from above illuminating what the dying sconces didn't, and as the veil of darkness gave way, Cedric was able to see the first signs of movement. Servants dashed in and out of the hall, hastily carrying out their chores before beginning breakfast, something Cedric would naturally avoid, usually ducking in after the others had cleared out. Eating from what remained or whatever Freya had set aside for him. However he imagined Sigil would have a task for him this morning, something to keep him occupied, rumor had it that his dragon was to arrive today, and undoubtedly he would want the dome cleared so he could break in their new arrival.
Off in the distance a procession of men and horses could be heard, the light chattering that carried across the way to him was accompanied by something... big and wrapped in chains of metal. His eyes rested on the corner of his helmets interior, carefully assessing the sound, making guesses about the size of that which shambled along with them. Quickly his eyes flickered up to stare out through his visor, the soft steps of his Guild Master ringing out, just barely caught his attention. He gave his shoulders a gentle roll as he readjusted himself to stand straight and proud.

"Clear the Dome," Sig said, clapping a hand on Cedric's shoulder. "Make sure we're not disturbed. I don't know how long this will take."

Cedric gave a curt nod of acknowledgement, returning his sword to its sheath before striding down the way Sig had just come, just as he had anticipated, Sigil was looking to have the dome cleared for his own use. Swiftly and with due diligence he would set about completing the task, making his way into the mess hall to seek out Melaniya, for he had need of one of her recruits.

As Cedric stepped into the hall the smell of food wafted through his visor and teased his senses. His mouth watered in spite of himself, taking a conscious effort to pull himself away from his baser needs and back onto the task at hand. The First Rider sat at one end of the hall, with a few others for company, more and more people were pouring in and taking seats, making for an awkward passage for one in full plate. Despite this he was able to slip past the others without incident, arriving at the foot of her table.

"Forgive me Mel, I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm gonna need one your boys this morning. If you could send one to meet me at the armory soon, I'd be much obliged." He stated, lingering only long enough to deliver his request before leaving to shoulder his way back outside.

@Knight of Doom

Starfall

@PajkaNight Yeah, sure thing, I'll throw it in my cs now.

Starfall

Username: Athoriel
Name: Cedric 'Ced' Pryde
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Rank: First sword
Equipment: Cedric carries an Ambrosian longsword, medicine, a water skin and pair of Bolas on his belt. He also keeps misc travelling supplies on his dragon saddle such as a bedroll, rations, rope, etc. His ancestral suit of armour as shown below, comes embossed with the guilds sigil on his right shoulder.

Appearance

Cedric is most notably seen in his armour standing at about 6'2", careful to not be seen without, but for those who catch the rare glimpse of the man beneath are met with a horrifically scarred individual. His body is roughly covered in a series of burns, that flow their way from his neck to his calves, he has dark blonde hair and ice blue eyes that stare coldly at those he meets.

Personality: Cedric is a quiet, even tempered individual, bound to the guild for the familial sentimentality it carries for him. He is quick to trust in those around him, having a generally kind heart, but is unforgiving to those who break said trust or exhibit behaviors that he believes are immoral. If justified, Cedric can achieve a capacity for darkness in his actions, acting cruel and detached to those whom receive his ire.

Short Biography: Cedric was raised in a hamlet located somewhere in northern Ambrosis, being subject to a rather ordinary upbringing, Ced had grown to be a fine young lad. He spent most of his days at his family farm, helping his mother and his cousins with the various chores, teaching him a sense of duty and how to take pride in ones work, he attended school with all the other children every third day, where he learned to read and write and the odd time or two he would get into a fight with the local bully, this taught him how take a hit.

On every new moon his father would return from the south to visit his mother and him, regaling the wander struck lad with tales of dragon riding and the exploration of foreign lands, it was on a such a visit as this, that tragedy befell his home. Cedric was fourteen at the time, and had been sleeping merrily away, exhausted from his day of work and the excitable transfer he had had between his father, each catching the other one up on their prospective news.

Thick tendrils of smoke snaked their way up his bedroom wall, amassing in the roof space above, slowly a blanket of it descended on the young lad, whom upon taking in his next breath, awoke, panic gripping his chest as he began to suffocate. Tears blurred his vision as he rolled free of his bed, hitting the floor with a hard thud, greedily gulping down some clear air. It was then that the flames began to lick at his doorway, quickly encompassing it, screams and shouting were starting to be heard from elsewhere in the house. Absorbed in his own world of problems, Cedric's eyes dashed about, assessing the situation. Keeping low to the floor, Cedric crawled his way through fire and smoke, the beating of his heart loud in his own head as he struggled toward the exit. Waves of heat washed over him, as the inferno exploded around, drying the tears on his soot covered cheeks. He coughed and spluttered, his lungs burning as if they too were on fire, sharp bouts of pain struck at him as the flames grew, hounding him as he crawled onward.

He don't how he survived that night, but by some miracle he made it outside before the building collapsed, sadly no one else did. Not too long after, his fathers guild took him in as some kind of way to carry on his will. They supplied the young Cedric with a special medicine, an extract from a mountain flower in the southern steppes of Lunaris. It dulled the pain of his burns, and allowed him to bear the armour and weapons of his father, eventually training him to become a capable Dragon rider.

Mount: Calahna

Other: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkJlUIZ-rXw

Starfall

Username: Athoriel
Name: Cedric 'Ced' Pryde
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Rank: -
Equipment: Cedric carries an Ambrosian longsword, medicine, a water skin and pair of Bolas on his belt. He also keeps misc travelling supplies on his dragon saddle such as a bedroll, rations, rope, etc. His ancestral suit of armour as shown below, comes embossed with the guilds sigil on his right shoulder.

Appearance

Cedric is most notably seen in his armour standing at about 6'2", careful to not be seen without, but for those who catch the rare glimpse of the man beneath are met with a horrifically scarred individual. His body is roughly covered in a series of burns, that flow their way from his neck to his calves, he has dark blonde hair and ice blue eyes that stare coldly at those he meets.

Personality: Cedric is a quiet, even tempered individual, bound to the guild for the familial sentimentality it carries for him. He is quick to trust in those around him, having a generally kind heart, but is unforgiving to those who break said trust or exhibit behaviors that he believes are immoral. If justified, Cedric can achieve a capacity for darkness in his actions, acting cruel and detached to those whom receive his ire.

Short Biography: Cedric was raised in a hamlet located somewhere in northern Ambrosis, being subject to a rather ordinary upbringing, Ced had grown to be a fine young lad. He spent most of his days at his family farm, helping his mother and his cousins with the various chores, teaching him a sense of duty and how to take pride in ones work, he attended school with all the other children every third day, where he learned to read and write and the odd time or two he would get into a fight with the local bully, this taught him how take a hit.

On every new moon his father would return from the south to visit his mother and him, regaling the wander struck lad with tales of dragon riding and the exploration of foreign lands, it was on a such a visit as this, that tragedy befell his home. Cedric was fourteen at the time, and had been sleeping merrily away, exhausted from his day of work and the excitable transfer he had had between his father, each catching the other one up on their prospective news.

Thick tendrils of smoke snaked their way up his bedroom wall, amassing in the roof space above, slowly a blanket of it descended on the young lad, whom upon taking in his next breath, awoke, panic gripping his chest as he began to suffocate. Tears blurred his vision as he rolled free of his bed, hitting the floor with a hard thud, greedily gulping down some clear air. It was then that the flames began to lick at his doorway, quickly encompassing it, screams and shouting were starting to be heard from elsewhere in the house. Absorbed in his own world of problems, Cedric's eyes dashed about, assessing the situation. Keeping low to the floor, Cedric crawled his way through fire and smoke, the beating of his heart loud in his own head as he struggled toward the exit. Waves of heat washed over him, as the inferno exploded around, drying the tears on his soot covered cheeks. He coughed and spluttered, his lungs burning as if they too were on fire, sharp bouts of pain struck at him as the flames grew, hounding him as he crawled onward.

He don't how he survived that night, but by some miracle he made it outside before the building collapsed, sadly no one else did. Not too long after, his fathers guild took him in as some kind of way to carry on his will. They supplied the young Cedric with a special medicine, an extract from a mountain flower in the southern steppes of Lunaris. It dulled the pain of his burns, and allowed him to bear the armour and weapons of his father, eventually training him to become a capable Dragon rider.

Mount: -

Other: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkJlUIZ-rXw

Starfall | High Fantasy [18+]

I would love to nick that last spot if possible.

Refuge of the Forgotten

Chewed on a pear as he thought on a way to explain to Michael that he hadn't be serious in the slightest, scrunching up his face as he looked at him through a squint, trying to now decide whether Michael did understand and was merely toying with. Swallowing the last of his pear, he unsteadily rose to his feet, stretching out the cramps in his legs as he let out a sigh.

"Couples therapy then." He said, giving Michael one last look of bewilderment, before shaking his head and returning to his usual complacent smile.

"Welp, I'll catch you fellas later." He added, giving Adrian a slap on the back before striding out of the grove, deciding to seek out Ephraim to determine whether or not he could ask a favor. He had been chatting with a recently deceased spirit, one who had passed way before his time and had just been looking for someone to chat. Apparently the afterlife could get lonely. However, Simon had learned that the next book in a series he was reading had just been published, and he was dying to get his hands on it and perhaps get out of the camp for a bit. A change of scenery was always pleasant too.

Making his way past the shooting range he stopped to hail some of the stragglers that had remained behind after the practice, sticking his thumbs in the pocket of his waistcoat as he puffed up his chest to bellow at them.

"Yo! Any of you seen Ephraim? Serious bloke, looks constipated or in pain most of time, about ye big." He shouted, holding out an arm to gauge the demigods height as best he could.

Refuge of the Forgotten

Simon let his eyes fall upon each of them in turn as they expressed their opinions on the whole debacle, chuckling along with Adrian, but also nodding sagely at Michael as he spoke his piece. Team work had to flourish if they hoped to hold together in such troubling times, and as Johnny chimed in, it became increasingly clear that the looming war was definitely on their minds, troubling to all.

"Personally I think the whole thing was some amorous plot between the two, you know they say opposites attract." He said with a suggestive grin, throwing the thought out there to derail their conversations path. War led to death, death was somber, and such sorrowful topics didn't sit right with him, he'd much rather just shoot the shit this early in the morning.

Refuge of the Forgotten

With timing like that, getting sent flying into a wall is worth it.

Refuge of the Forgotten

I can only imagine, chilling at your mates house one day.

Mate: Hey is this number in my girlfriends phone yours.

You: No. Why do you ask?

Mate: *Texts number*

You: *Sound from pocket* Oh Myyy..