Jones Sparrow

The Gift of the Gods

Rilden could tell she was shocked to hear it was Fusos' men. And now she gave the pair an even more scared look. She backed up, probably going for a weapon. He couldn't blame her, but Rhovanor kept to the window, and Rilden looked at her. When asked the question, Rilden gave a quick glance to his elf friend. They didn't like to give their names out to anyone in this day and age. A lot of spies... But if Rilden was right, she was one of the few who could help overthrow the Tyrant. Rilden looked at the red haired woman, and spoke calmly. "I am Rilden, son of Thaimos. House of Aleden. That is Rhovanor of Rayacre. Both of our tales are long, but I am not an enemy." He said, rolling his sleeve down to reveal a nasty burn mark of a flame on the inside of his wrist. It was the brand of a prisoner of Dorden. An enemy to the Tyrant.

"Our main quest is to seek the Gift Bearers, but we were distracted by the refugees."

"They are searching the houses now." Rhovanor said quietly, still keeping an eye outside. Rilden pulled out his blade as well, it faintly glowing in the candlelight. "This once belonged to the High King. I am the heir to the throne... But there is no way we can take it back on our own. The gift bearers have to help."

The Gift of the Gods

Rhovanor and Rilden watched in surprise on how fast she seemed to make everyone feel better and at ease. It wasn't much different than what most healers have... Except Rilden saw something going on with her hands... Was she.. Glowing? Rilden shot a glance at his long time friend Rhovanor. They have been through quite a lot-- him more than Rilden. When the girl made eye contact with both, you could tell Rhovanor made her a bit more uneasy. Rilden gave a laugh, and the elf simply shrugged with a grin. He was used to that kind of thing. Especially this far away from Rayacre.

She was soon finished, but looked exhausted. "Thank you for your hospitality on such a sort notice." Rilden said, but was soon cut off by the noises from outside. The red head girl made her way for the door, but Rilden stopped her gently, putting an arm in her way, and putting his index finger to his lips.

Rhovanor very silently moved to the window, peeking outside. "Fusos' men... A few orcs... Mostly men." He said quietly. "Hopefully our centaur friend helps us now..." Rilden said. He turned his attention back to the girl. "You seem tired... If you don't mind me asking, how is it you helped them so quickly?" He asked, the footfalls getting louder but his realization was more important! The two have been searching for people with gifts, and she seemed to have a very special one... Could she be a Bearer?

The Gift of the Gods

oh, yes! I'm sorry, I thought I said something about it! I like it a lot actually hahaha

Gaurdians of the Galaxy; An Old Friend |Jones Sparrow & EasilyAmused|

50-50 didn't sound good to him at all! If it was anyone else he would have probably stood his ground... But he saw what she could do with literally just her mind. He would much rather deal with her prices later. "Deal." He said with a nod, making sure not to shake on it. The shouts were getting louder. Mostly about Quill being some names that weren't "Star-Lord" Peter lead them to the ship bay to reveal the orange and blue ship, the Milano. "Welcome to my slice of paradise." Quill said as the doors opened to reveal the interior. They both climbed in, and Peter raced to the cock pit, starting up the ship quickly.

He could see the two Ravagers coming for him, weapons drawn. They were obviously yelling things at him, but he shrugged, pointing to his ears, and mouthing "i can't hear you!" The ship slowly started to rise, and before long, it flew up in to the sky, and out of the atmosphere. They were safe... for now.

"Welp. Welcome to the Milano." he said, his arms open. It wasn't the cleanest place in the world, but it was cozy in a way. he took off his jacket to reveal a vest and blue shirt. he walked out of the cockpit to his bunk where his childhood items were held. A Troll doll, and Alf sticker, his NASA backpack, and his most cherished possession: his Awesome Mix Vol. 1. he slipped it in to the music player, and just before he was about to press play, a call came on the line of the large screen in the kitchen. It was Yondu. His boss. Great.

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

It was a weird feeling he had. He hated how she lied to him. It kinda was uncomfortable to know that she is related to his old flame... But he loved the way she held on to him while they rode a motorcycle. He loved her apple pies, he loved the way she talked to hi, the way she kissed, how she watched movies with him... He didn't know what was going to happen after this kiss. But her moan was music to his ears... He pulled back though, and looked at her.

"Just to make some things clear, I don't think I need a body guard helping me. No offense to you, its just if I survived the Great Depression when I was a scrawny kid, I'm sure I can be safe here in this much much nicer apartment building." He said. "I don't need more S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in my life either. I get enough of them at work, and I am sure you do too... So... When you're off the clock, I'm not Captain America. Just Steve Rogers, the kid from Brooklyn." Steve said with a shy smile. He was fine with Agent 13 when they were on a mission. Precise, clear to the point, and follows orders... But Sharon Carter was much more fun to be with in his opinion.

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Peter looked up after her response. He often lost himself in his passions like science and photography. her look just showed love, and Peter still wasn't used to her making those faces at him. When they were back in middle school it was usually towards the other kids, and he'd usually tease her about it. Now there was no teasing, but he did give a smile and small laugh, not at her, but just because he was happy. With one arm he brought it around Lexi, pulling her up so their faces were next to each other. He used his other hand to position the camera facing them. "Alright, on three." He stated.

"One..." He clicked the button, "two three." He laughed, hoping it caught her off guard. he liked to take pictures of people off guard. He liked the natural look of things, not scripted. "Okay, okay. Evil Peter is gone. One... Two... Three." He took the pictures of them smiling, and just like she did three months ago, He tilted her head to face him, and he gave her a kiss. The snow falling and the background would make this picture of them kissing seem like something off one of those romantic movies. It was nice having the night to her and only her, and not the city as well.

The Gift of the Gods

"We are running out of time!" Rhovanor, the elf yelled, helping the injured out of the wagon. The hooded man turned around to stare in horror as a man was charging right for them. But before he could even touch them he heard an arrow fly at him. The hooded figure pulled out his Fortis, the legendary blade glowing faintly. The creature ran towards something in the bushes, and Rilden jumped back a bit to see a Centaur hiding within. Just then the door opened up. A red haired woman looked rather confused at first, but when she saw that Rho was guiding the injured, she didn't hesitate to let them in. The hooded man turned to see the Centaur still standing there, and gave him a nod of appreciation, before he walked in as well.

Rhovanor pulled the cloth down from his face as he gently helped the woman lay the man on the table. The rest were inside, all soaking wet. "We were traveling to Sap when we saw that the city was attacked by Orcs. We took the survivors. Said you were the person to go to when you needed medical attention..." The man under the hood said. When asked if he could get the bottle, he nodded quickly, grabbing it, and handed it to her. He then pulled off his hood to reveal his face. A strong set jaw covered in a short beard, dark green eyes, and soaked brown hair now visible. "I'm sorry to bring them in the middle of the night... but we had no other choice." Rilden said, watching her treat the man who had been stabbed.

The Gift of the Gods

First IC is up!!! Enter it in any way you would like! just make sure it makes sense, and doesn't oppose anyone else's post hahaha

The Gift of the Gods

"Please father? Can you tell it just one more time?" A small young boy's voice asked.

A much deeper chuckle replied. "Alright, alright my boy... Now... what's the story again?"

"You know it! The one about the High King!"

"Oh! Yes...! The High King... lets see here...." Thaimos cleared his throat and sat down next to his young boy's bed, him staring up at him with anticipation. "The land of Vahldir was created by the six mighty gods, Onlor, Nicosa, Ashar, Dardrao, Rorrt, and the most powerful, Onsyrn. They created everything in this world. Deserts, mountains, grass, rocks, trees, deer, even your bed! But their most prized creations were the Evles, Dwarves, Halflings, Alituums, and humans. They all lived happily, and one day, the gods decided that they needed someone to rule over them. They chose the bravest, purest and humble person on the land. Aleden."

"He ruled the land with peace, and protected Vahldir for quite some time. he was also the very first gift bearer, having the power of Osryn. Making him stronger than 20 men, the loyalty of a lion, and the will to never be lured by darkness. Once the dwarves found the infinite treasure though, it took more than politics to keep the land at bay. Soon it was the corrupt vs the pure of heart. And as their creations fought, so did the Gods. They created new creatures to help fight for their side, and just when it seemed that Aleden was going to win... His was killed by his most trusted advisor and friend. Fusos was given the gift of Rorrt... And he soon killed anyone else with the gifts, and the ability to fight back."

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The night was taking a very bad toll on a horse drawn wagon. Lighting struck, the wind howled, and it was hard to see with the pouring rain. The wagon raced on though, in the back were people lying down, moaning, whimpering, and others praying. The man driving the wagon had a dark brown cloak over his head, but as the lightning flashed you could see the dark green eyes straining to keep on the trail. The man next to him had a cloth up to his nose. He stood up and looked behind the wagon, his bow in his hand. "I don't see anymore, but no doubt there will be. How much farther!" The masked man asked, sitting back down.

"But the family of Aleden fled the city before anyone could find them. They hid in a Halfling town known as Faycrest. Fortis was given to the family much later though. The elves recovered it, and as time moved on, the family of Aleden moved to a different city, blended in... but were always reminded of who they were. The sword was passed on and on... and now, Rilden, Son of Thaimos. House of Aleden, it is yours."

"Just a few more minutes!" The hooded man named Rilden screamed through the wind. The two men have wandered in to a small town known as Sap when they saw injured and helpless people on the road... So they took the initiative to help them get to a healer. Although it cut in their time to search for the Gift Bearers, their deaths would keep them up at night. Unfortunately Fusos' army was waiting for anyone willing to help them. A sign of people who would want to fight against Fusos. The night consisted of them going as fast as they could, the elf shooting arrows at the army, and them praying they could make it to the town and lose them.

They were told Damascus was the closest city to them. And stories of a very good healer was said to be there. They made it. The wagon sped through the quiet and eerie streets, rain still pouring. They stopped in front of the healing shop, the hooded man climbed off, and started to knock loudly on the door so they could hear it through the storm. The elf started to help the refugees out.

The man knocked again, unsure if they heard him. They could hear the sounds of The Tyrant's men coming closer through the gusts of winds. Hopefully the door will open, so they can hide and take shelter. No bloodshed had to be made in this town.

The Gift of the Gods

Making a companion for the group, plus I really really really wanted to make an elf character hahaha

Name: Rhovanor

Age: 670

Race: Elf

Appearance:

Rhovanor

Has Dark brown hair instead of white, and much shorter ears. Dark green eyes

Bio: Like all elves, our stories are long and well, quite boring at times. I was born a few hundred years before the High Empire was formed. I was born in Rayacre, my family not being royalty to the elven city, but we were noble. My father owned a hunting goods shop, and although we were taught to respect all life... we still needed to eat. We were immortal, so we had a lot of time to master skills most people never would. Archery came natural for all elves, so hunting came hand in hand. And that was it for quite some time. Us elves would stay in our city, welcoming travelers to stay... And then the gods declared the first High King. Like the rest of the land, the elves welcomed him. The king asked to assemble a court to help him with every day items. My family was chosen to assist him. My father had a business to run, so I moved to the city of Silveredge to help the High King.

Then corruption came. I was no longer a part of his peace court, but a warrior trying to stop the corrupted. We encountered new creatures, good and bad. I fought along side Gift Bearers, although I was never quite as skilled as them (except archery, of course). We lost countless allies, but the guidance of Aleden kept everyone going... I was to join the High King in taking over Dorden, but I was instead, positioned to kill any of the enemy trying to escape the city... So I waited, and waited for the King to come out, or horns of victory. To my horror, a dark chill escaped the city. roars of monsters and creatures of all kind were heard... The King was no more. The gift bearers were defeated, and everyone ran to hide.

the rest of my life was a long tale. I returned home. Fusos didn't dare fight the elves, but they made sure we were secluded. Only a few could leave without being detected, and I couldn't sit by and watch the evil take this land. I wandered Valhdir, helping refugees, stealing from the corrupt, and joining a band of thieves called the Lapsa. I went in and out for 500 years.... Then I had the honor of meeting the heir. To say the least, he wasn't impressive at all at the beginning. He was full of revenge, or sadness, and seemed to not want to care about anything. Now a few days later, and I saw his determination. His will. His strength. He was persistant in things he cared about. He would practice for days, get beaten, and then practice some more.

When the Lapsa was ambushed, we all scattered. I followed Rilden out of the place. He held his own, and we killed many before we had to leave. His spirit was crushed, and I had to say mine was too. We searched the land yet again. Killing when necessary, stealing when we had to, and tried to help. when Rilden was captured, I took his blade, and kept it safe. I went in to hiding for as long as I could, waiting for him to return from Dorden. I knew he would. That man was like a mountain. Nothing could break him. he came back a different man. A man who has seen things, and a man who seemed to hold a sense of hope. It had been quite some time since I felt that before. He is on a quest to find the gift bearers to help him get the throne back. He isn't alone though. He has my bow, and blades to help.

Personality: Level headed, a quick thinker, and a man more of actions. Extremely loyal to Rilden, and if the Gift bearers show it, he will be just as loyal to them. Has a sense of humor, friendly to those in need, but ultimately wants peace in this land.

Faction: High King

Gift: No gift

Weapon(s) of choice: Two Elven Blades and a bow. Keeps excellent care of them since they were first given to him over 600 years ago.

Relationship/loved ones?: anyone interested, let me know!

Other: One of the best trackers and hunters in the land (not counting the centaur with Onlor's gift!)