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Yes, for the initial attack, however you can assume their basically can take their time, though this should be in a good couple of hours after, but they'll have some time according to TheMerlin since the Hearthguard will be taking over defense of the kingdom.

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Eilis suddenly felt a hand on hers. A tender touch, a warm touch.
Normally in her first reaction she would have pulled her hand away, in shock and surprise. As it happened it felt too nice and started looking around her, trying to hear where the person was, rather than to see.
She did not have to wait long.
“Please calm yourself. You are alive. You are probably experiencing Dark Sight. It’s a consequence of Magicka Shock. Your eyesight will return slowly.”
She trembled, her other hand came up to stop her arm from shaking.
"I...I see." Was all she could utter, listening intently as she tried to calm herself down.
As she touched the bandages nervously the voice continued, its tone soft, but strong and reassuring.
“I am Arn, a battle mage. What may I call you? Do not worry, the doctors will be here soon."
Eilis nodded in compliance, before she answered the man.
"Thank you...Arn. My...my name is Eilis." Her voice was soft and she had some difficulty with swallowing, her mouth was dry.
"Arn, where are we exactly?" She asked as she turned to where she believed Arn was, before a slither of a memory passed before her mind's eye.
"The others...immediately her other hand followed as she turned her body to him completely, her other hand reaching out until she touched what she believed was his robes.
"The other refugees, the woman...did they get away? Are they all right?" The panic in her voice clearly audible as her hazel eyes eerily seemed to look straight through him.
But it was not Arn who answered.
The doctor and his aide had stepped up, before they saw the two sitting together.
"Leave the patients alone for a moment and look at what happens." He ordered the aide to check the equipment before he himself checked Eilis over.
"It seems you didn't tear anything off, nor that you started bleeding again. The All Mother knows how much you've lost already with your antics." He scolded gently as he checked her eyes. Still it seems you did quite a number on yourself...I assume you cannot see?"
Eilis shook her head softly and timidly, holding onto Arn, even crawling closer to him, rather than this stranger.
He noticed and snorted.
"As for you, you shouldn't even be out of bed, just because you think you can handle the strain better than her doesn't mean you can! If I was a cruel man I would order you to go back to your bed, but seeing how the young lady seems to put some level of trust in you I'll let it slide for now. Make sure you don't overexert yourself, I'll be checking up on the two of you later." He threatened matter of factly.
The aide smiled warmly as he watched the doctor walk off, continuing with his rounds.
"He's a bit stressed lately, with all the wounded from the battlefield we've picked up you can tell he's in need of some R and R. Though I pity the poor Knight Captain, he suffered the brunt of it. I believe the words madman, poor excuse for a leader and brainless idiot were mentioned." The aide explained, before turning to Eilis answering her earlier question.
"You saved us all, if you hadn't used your powers we would all have been dead and gone. I..I don't have anything to give you except my thanks. Even with your strange condition, you risked your life for us."
Eilis closed her eyes as images flooded to her minds eye from her memories.
"Your wife was the pregnant lady, I was brought into the smuggler's office as you and your family left."
"That's right, she has already asked me how you were, I shall have to inform her of the good news when my shift ends. We owe a great deal to you and the Belisio army. We'll be all right, the Knight Captain informed us that they refugees would be taken in by Belisio, so we don't have to worry about being on the road again. We can finally settle and stay, for a while at least." He wore a tired smile, before he patted the bed as he got up.
"You just focus on getting healthy and strong again Miss." The aide ended before turning to Arn.
"Please keep an eye on her if you can good sir mage." And with those words the aide left the room aswell, leaving the both of them alone again.
"Well, that answers that question." She said in a light hearted manner, hoping Arn would talk a little more.
"Did you get wounded in this battle?" She asked curiously.

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Eilis drifted, her body needing time and above all peace and rest to recuperate…her mind however had other plans. Ever since she was stable she had drifted back and forth in and out of nightmares.
She couldn’t really see the shapes in front of her, but the whining still was as clear as bells.
[b][i]"I won't do it." [/b]
She heard herself answer, before a dark shape grabbed her wrist, the bony fingers that had grabbed her burned with a freezing cold. One that felt like the stabbing of a thousand needles. A pair of cold and cruel eyes watched her as Eilis cried out in pain, trying to object all the same.
"Submit Child! You have no say in this matter! Do as you’re told!"
"NO! I won't."
She fired back with anger pulling herself free before seeing another figure block out her light. The large shape with hungry eyes eyed her carefully. Before she saw something glint, or reflect the little light of the room. A blade was offered to her, a cruel, darkly shaped dagger.
Large hands encompassed hers forcing the cold steel into her hands.
She heard the whining again, a flash of yellow, or was it brown, it mattered not, she could hear the heartbeat carried through the Aether.
“You can do this Eilis, we can do it together. Once you do you will be able to have everything your heart desires….” A soft seductive voice offered. “Simply do this one small thing…for me.”
Innocent eyes stared back at her.
“NO!” She heard herself scream in revulsion before casting the dagger aside.
Her mind worked more rapidly then, flitting through one moment after another.
"Then you leave us no choice."
She felt how cold magic thrust her against the wall, her hands forced above her head and how the Mardras ripped her clothes open.
"Mardras, I beg of you no! NO!NO!"
"Hush now Eilis, stop your insolence..."
Spellwoven fingers were set against her skin. She shivered reliving the sensation as the memories brought back a hint of the excruciating pain. Long dark pointy nails dipped in tainted blood drew the lines upon her.
“Please…” She breathed in pain.
She had fought so hard, but the magic straps had held. Her torture had continued as he had watched on.
His eyes. She would never forget his eyes. That lifeless look of utter hunger, drinking in her struggle with extreme pleasure.
He enjoyed this, he even came closer to inspect the Mardras’s handiwork.
She felt his large rough hands upon her bare skin, taking her face in his hand, raising her chin slightly.
“She will be exquisite when we’re done with her.” As the hand moved down over the lines drawn by the Mardras he ran it over her ribs, almost as if he was counting them.
She wanted to vomit, she wanted to pass out or wake up from this nightmare. She wanted to be far far away…
This wasn't real, this couldn't be real. They weren't really going to go through with this...were they?
Suddenly she felt the strong fingers set against her temples. Invading her mind and forcing her to listen. Forcing her to obey…
“Dear little Eilis,” A voice inside her mind spoke. His voice, but why did she suddenly stop struggling. Why did her body suddenly act without her willing to do so…
“Kill it Eilis. That is all you have to do. One deep plunge, one stab…that’s all it takes…” The voice edged on. She felt the straps loosen their grip on her, his hand putting the dagger back into hers.[/i]
"Rid yourself of your weakness."

In the hospital bed Eilis suddenly started turning and twisting. She started protesting and crying.
She cried out in despair, in pain and in agony. As she violently shook and twisted on her bed the bindings started flashing again.
First, short bursts, little a flickering light that was having energy issues.
The bursts of light lit her skin up shocking her again and again in the process, making her convulsions even harder.
The machines she was connected to beeped in alarm, sending out distress signals at Eilis's actions, but as suddenly as it had started it also would suddenly stop. With a final smothering cry, the convulsions ceased. The bindings dimmed and Eilis lays once more still in bed.
What followed was her weeping, sobbing loudly as tears streamed over her face as her eyes had opened but stared lifelessly ahead.
The horrors she had seen in her nightmares again haunted her. Tormented her. Even though she now was awake those eyes were etched into her mind.
And now she didn't know where she was, what exactly had happened or why she no longer could see anything.
An internal darkness greeted her, eventhough she was quite sure she had opened her eyes. Blinking desperately to get rid of the tears and to convince herself not to panic, she drew broken, unsteady breaths. Waiting for a sign. Waiting for either the darkness to finish her off completely or the light to ease her sorrows.

Chronicles of Ainedal [A medieval fantasy] [Closed]

I might be interested aswell.

Questions though:
How Medieval are we talking? Are we thinking Early Middle Ages or is there a level of technology such as pistols or cannons?

Does religion hold a particular strong sway over people?

How strong is the Borklein presence in the kingdom?

Is there any reason the nobles/common folk or potential allies particularly cares about the royal family? Or wish to see them return?

What exactly are you expecting from us character wise, what are the don't ect.

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All right... I'll keep that in mind.

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There the first of Tyr's posts. He'll be in trouble for this, comes with the position after all. Also @TheMerlin it might be fun for Nena to meet the Knight Captain through either meeting him when he's going to check up upon Arn later or when she overhears the berating he is going to receive.

@Omni5876Omni you can go ahead and let Arn wake up at the sickbay.

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Tyrhallan aimed for the Incorruptable, the Belisian Frigate and it’s medical bay. Streaking through the sky keeping a close eye on the mage in his arms as he made his descend on the ship’s main deck.
Strained he handed the mage over to Firenze who ran up to meet him immediately with a look of concern approaching him with an open visor.
“Take the mage from the Knight Captain. Are you all right sir?” He asked as ordered the soldiers that had followed him to take Arn from him while he checked on his captain.
Tyr wove the well-meant worry aside as he released Arn into their care.
“I am fine Firenze…” He spoke out of breath, needing a moment to adjust his ki, which he had used to boost his jetpack engines with…he tried to steady his heartbeat as he looked up.
“Get ‘him’ to a doctor, he’s in need of one.” He ordered gesturing to Arn, though the soldiers at Firenze’s side didn’t need to be told twice.
“Update me please on the current situation.” Tyrhallan asked as he straightened his back.
He forced his body to listen to his control, his breathing now more normal, though the occasional deep breath was taken to compensate.
The look that settled on Firenze’s face and the silence he kept made Tyrhallan wary for the answers, answers he most definitely wouldn’t like to hear, but needed to know.
In a gentle almost brotherly tone he asked.
“Please tell me, Firenze.”
“Sir, as you’re well aware your ploy worked, we won this battle and reached our objectives. Two frigates were destroyed and the third turned around and fled the scene…” Firenze started off reporting normally before his tone changed, a frown etched on his face.
“However we lost regardless…”
“Lost?” Tyrhallan asked as he gestured to Firenze to continue.
But Firenze flinched in shame. “They broke through Captain.”
“But how?”
Then it dawned on Tyrhallan, his eyes widened at the realization in shock.
The Vaimese had outmanoeuvred them, they had split up their army and send in one part of their force, drawing their attention whilst the other slipped by.
Be where your enemy isn’t, make them believe you are where you want them to think you are.
Tyr swallowed his anger and frustration, closing his eyes, damning his short-sightedness.
How many had died for nothing but a lie? How many had he needlessly send to their own deaths? And for what? To have a hollow victory?
He opened his eyes and looked at Firenze, who was still wary of Tyrhallan’s reaction, expecting some form of anger from him.
“How bad is it?”
The question startled Firenze, but the man was well prepared.
“If the calculations are correct…The Vaimese main army is heading straight for the heart of the Belisian army, they are well within the border, they intended this all along. The Hearthguard will have to bear the brunt of their attack, since we failed to stop or notice them, before they passed. The reason we didn’t is due to them travelling through Deep Sky. With this battle as a diversion and the storm hiding them, we were blind to their approach.” Firenze said finishing his report.
He was a fool indeed.
Damnit it, Damn the skies! He wanted to shout, but he held it in. He would have no one to blame but himself. His own vanity and pride.
It was as if Fate herself laughed at him and their pathetic attempt at war, Tyrhallan thought.
He knew that the Hearthguard would be severely hit by all this and that if they fell, Belisio in all likelihood would fall. Years of peace and prosperity would be wiped away if that were to happen.
War will come and lay siege on our doorstep, scorch our earth and tear our kingdom to sunder and I am to blame for it. I alone. Me.
All because he didn’t look, because he kept no overview, but had been keen to end it quickly and look at the price his vanity and pride bought him.
“Thank you Firenze. Now how have we fared. What are our current numbers?”
“Well the men are still coming in. So we don’t have a conclusive number yet, but they gave us a good hammering… They felled some of our finest, Matteo, Dariun, Tyndale all fell…but not all knights are accounted for. Including some of Sarban’s men.”
“Have you seen Itzal? I owe him quite the debt. Abene may well have saved my life on board of the frigate.” Tyrhallan immediately asked concerned for his old friend.
Abene Itzal had been with him since his earliest days of knighthood. Both of them eager and holding onto the Knight’s Standards and Oaths. Often they had duelled and dined together, philosophizing on what it was that made one a good man and a good knight.
Whilst Tyrhallan had always claimed it had been Duty, his friend Abene had always laughed at him and stated it was Family. Or rather the presence of loved ones was what inspired one to pursue on how to truly become a good man and a good knight. And he had good reason for this argument.
Unlike Tyrhallan, Abene Itzal had found the other half of his soul, he had married her and started a family of his own, so it was only logical that the man held them as his ideal.
He had always jokingly suggested that Tyrhallan should marry his sister so that they could be brothers in the truest sense of the word. He had always hinted and teased him with it, knowing Tyr’s aversion for forced matches as a little joke only the two of them would understand.
The man had always been the epitome of loyalty and when Tyrhallan’s doubts clouded his reasoning Abene’s clear cut loyalty and devotion inspired him and cleared his skies.
Firenze’s face fell.
“His gryphon came in a little earlier.” There was something cold and factual to his tone of voice.
“He carried the remains of Abene…we…my men and I had them covered up.” His voice now trembled as an empty stare had crept into Firenze’s eyes.
“The beast has been guarding his remains ever since.”
Tyrhallan’s heart fell, his friend was gone. The blow he felt now would be nothing he knew to what Abene’s loved ones would feel when he had to inform them.
“Take me to him.” He demanded as Firenze lead the way abroad the vessel.
Leading him to the overhang, where cargo, vehicles and the beasts were stalled and kept that were too big for the hold.
There in a corner of the beast’s quarters an angry mourning gryphon lay, watching all that approached intently. Screeching and lashing out in anger when they got to close by invading the personal boundary the beast had set up.
When Tyr approached he managed to come within the trusted circle the gryphon had held. Still stepping over that invisible line earned him an eardeafening cry and a face full of anger as it stepped in between blocking his path. Two angry orange golden eyes glared at him as the strong beak was ready to snap at him.
"I know..." He whispered sadly as Tyrhallan continued, lifting his hand up to the beast’s beak. He offered it trust and reflecting the sadness in his eyes that the creature undoubtedly must have felt. If its intent was to harm him he would allow it to do so, but no attack came from the might gryphon.
Instead the strained and painful cry that now came out of the creature. Showing the torment and pain of loss it felt for its master as it stepped aside.
There upon a stretcher covered by a white sheet a bloodied bodybag lay waiting.
Passing by the creature Tyrhallan lifted the sheet off partially and took a deep breath before he opened the bag at the top to reveal Abene’s face and torso.
A ghastly sight indeed.
He observed his face and the wound that had condemned the man to die a cruel death he did not deserve, but one that he had received regardless.
Only one possible culprit immediately sprang to Tyr's mind, before he covered his friend up again.
Tyrhallan had tried to never fall prey to hate, but what he felt in that moment was nothing but pure abhorrence for what ‘that’ woman had done.
“Lucina….” His voice whispered with utter loathing and contempt.

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Initial first reaction: Smile "You Motherfucker..." I shouldn't swear, but it seems apt.

(Do you want Belisio to fall?) Cause only Nena en Tyr are left standing...poor Arn, Leo and Eilis are going to be in the hospitable wing. Characterwise speaking of course.

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Is it just the writing or is it the sense of obligation? (writing/escapism should be enjoyed, it shouldn't be a chore)
If you need help or just a listening ear...just know you can always ask.

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So I take it after you finishing your post you'll take a break?