Jones Sparrow

The Gift of the Gods

"If you have any other idea on how to safely escort a dozen injured people out of the town without said wagon, I am willing to hear it." Rhovanor said with a bit of poison in his voice as he went to the top of the wagon, taking hold of the three horses. Rilden listened to Jamlamin's words. It wasn't an ideal plan actually. But it was the only one they had at the time.... The shouts were getting louder, and then, an idea struck in his mind. "We can get two wagons..." Rilden said quietly, almost to himself, then he looked up. "We will get two wagons! Rhovanor will take the one with the refugees, and whoever joins him will leave before us. The wagon I receive will work as the distraction." He turned to Jamlamin. "I will need you to come with me. When it is time for us to disappear, that's when you will use your gift." he said with a nod.

"If you are leaving with Rhovanor, prepare to leave soon. We will meet in Faycrest. Its the safest place in all of Vahldir. They will never find it." Faycrest was the most secretive place in the whole land. Very very few knew the location of it, but his family once hid there long ago from Fusos, and Rhovanor has been around for a long time, so he knew the location as well... Other than that, there wasn't many others who knew. He gave a nod to his long time elf friend, and the others, and then he made his way quickly in the town, hoping to find an unused wagon.

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To say the least, Rilden was very pleased to hear that the man was going to help them, and without a fee. "I am glad to hear it. Although, once we rise the kingdom again, you will be paid for your actions." Rilden said with a nod, and a hint of a smile. Everyone was going to come out of this with something.... Hope, happiness, the feeling of freedom and the ability to travel safely...

Rilden turned to see Alura next to Rhovanor, and Rilden couldn't help but laugh at the elf's face when she lowered his bow. He was clearly interested in the woman elf. "Good idea." The bearded man said, walking past Rhovanor and giving him a pat on the shoulder. He made his way outside, and towards Robyn. "Please. You have done more than enough for all of us. We will take over from here. Quickly now."

The group now worked in a fast pace, taking the healed people in to the wagon carefully. Once the wagon was filled, storm had now passed, but the clouds still covered the sky. Mud was everywhere, and in the dead of the night, a loud battle cry was heard in the nearby forest. It was time for them to depart.

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Rilden gently lowed Alura's hand holding the priceless gem. He stared at the man. "People who demand money to save the land from despair has no place in saving it." Rilden said. "I'm not sure if you were raised hearing the stories of the gods, but people with your powers never seem to keep their promises." He lifted up his blade to examine it. "This blade once belonged to Aleden, the true high king. Fortis has not seen battle in a very long time, but there is a legend that said that this blad was once used to slay a gift bearer that lurked in the shadows... If you keep threatening me and my companions, and I will remind you that elves are known for never missing a shot. Even in total darkness. Centaurs have extreme endurance, and we are not just some fools that you can take for granted." Rilden said, in a cold tone, just like his. He was in no time to negotiate with a killer. Yes, he was extremely dangerous. But he was no match for the gift bearer of life, two elves, and a centaur.

As Rilden talked, Rhovanor pulled out his bow, drawing an arrow and putting it in position, just to prove a point. It was never a fact, but legends say that Elves can never miss a shot. They were born with a bow in hand. He did not want to fight this man, he could be useful, but he was sure Rilden had no intentions of paying him. Rilden's will was unmatched.

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"The pleasure, is all mine, Chiron the Quick. And please, Rilden will do just fine." The man said, giving a small bow in respect to Centaur culture. Rilden then turned to Alura, giving yet another bow. Then she started to speak to Rhovanor in their tongue. Long ago Rilden learned the language.. or tried to, at least. He was good, but things they were saying seemed a bit too complex for his vocabulary. "I have heard of the place. My family would stop by the small town for supplies while hunting for the village before Rayacre was closed off." He said, but as soon as he finished, a man appeared out of the woman elf's shadow!

It wasn't surprising that Rilden's blade was out as soon as he heard the noise. The blade glowing dimly as he went in to defensive stance. He had the large centaur and elf in front of him, though. It was good to see that people would stand up for what they believed in, even in this day. Rilden knew that he didn't his whole life... Rilden let Alura speak, and then the dark cloaked man. And as he did, Rilden could have already known he had a gift. "Rothen..." Rilden said very quietly under his breath.

Rhovanor only watched, glaring at the man full of uncertainty and a bit of anger. He should have seen him come in. If he wasn't just a man for hire, he could have killed them all! The only hope Vahldir had! And Rhovanor's grip of his blades tightened the more he spoke.

Rilden stepped forward, past Chiron and Alura, his blade still at his side. "You think the Gods gave you those powers to make money?" Rilden asked, his eyes staring at him. "I will not pay for your services. If you want to join the side to bring Fusos' downfall, then we will take you. Follow us, we will know. And we might not be so lucky as to threaten to poison you..."

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

The feel of her not just her fingertips, but also hands on his chest was more than anything he had ever felt before. The large chest of his kinda tensed up, his breathing stopped for a second, and he seemed to be hypnotized by her... well, everything! She talked, and Steve listened, giving a smiles and small laughs when needed. "Jersey would definitely be a much happier and better place with you in it... but New York seems to be your home now." Steve said gently, his hands going to her sides. It was amazing how small she was to him, but she was strong, and had the muscles to prove it.

When she asked if they were good, Steve still felt a bit hurt that she lied. That S.H.I.E.L.D. lied to him... but time and time again, Steve always seemed to find out. And time and time again, he would either do something about it... or let whatever happened happened. This was absolutely something he wanted to keep. After a few seconds he gave a couple head nods, and a smirk. "yeah... We're good." Steve's voice was soft, and for the first time in his life, welcoming to someone.

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

Peter laughed at her remark, starting to take the first steps of their walk in the snow. "Well its settled. I have to spend the night for a bit." Peter stated. During the walk back to Lexi's car Peter would stop them, saying that this was a good picture spot. He didn't know if it bugged her, but Peter would know she would appreciate them when she saw them later. The car ride was much warmer than the outside, and asked if he wanted to stop at his place. "Well.... I mean, the melting snow is soaking my clothes, including underwear." Peter admitted with a smile. The more she smiled, and laughed, and bit her lip, the more and more he wanted to get close to her and just stay warm... They made a quick stop to his house, grabbed some clothes, and without Aunt May asking him where he was going, he climbed back in to her car.

"Yeah, definitely need to stay at your place for a bit. Aunt May has some friends over. I barely escaped without them saying how much I've grown..." Peter said, clicking his seatbelt on.

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Rilden had been so focused on the healer and child, that he forgot the elf was there. He often lost himself in the current situation. He have a polite nod to the elven woman as she made her way past them, Rhovanor paying more attention to her. It had been a very long time since he had seen an elf, especially a rather pretty one, if he did say so himself, but now wasn't the time for Rhovanor to lose focus.

Robyn replied, and "his majesty still made Rhovanor smirk a bit. Rilden have a nod. "Yes, of course. I'm not familiar with the land around here, so is there anywhere safe you know that we can transport them?" He asked. The elf woman came back in to the room, both men turned to her. "Forgive us for not introducing ourselves sooner. These circumstances haven't been the best."

"I am Rilden, son of Thaimos, house of Aleden." Rilden said to the elf.

"I'm Rhovanor, of Rayacre. It is comforting to see our kind are still wandering the land" The brown haired elf said in his native tongue, knowing she would understand it.

Once the introductions were done, Rilden looked back at Robyn. "We can use the wagon outside to load the wounded. And hopefully our centaur friend can help us as an escort..." His thoughts trailer off as he thought he saw something behind the elf... Her shadow seemed.. No. It was nothing. They were just paranoid from this night.

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Rilden and Rhovanor both took to the secret passage, but did not go any further than the entrance. If they heard her scream, or some sort of yell, they would bolt right up and help defend them. "How many times have we been locked in a cellar?" Rhovanor asked, a hint of a smile on his face as he looked over at his friend. Rilden shook his head with the same small smile. "This would be our eighth..." A lot of people would be thought weird if they were showing a bit of humor in this situation... But from what Rilden saw, the world of Vahldir could use a lot of happiness right now... Then it happened. Orc screams and shouts were now in the house, boots climbing through it, and it sounded like a loud crash could be heard from just above. Rilden went back up the wooden stairs to open the hatch... but it was blocked!

Both the elf and man tried as they might to get the hatch open, but it was no use. They now both stood in absolute silence... Waiting for any sign of life... Then the latch opened. they both climbed out to see the place in a mess... but everyone in it was alive. he saw the amount of dead orcs outside left by the Centaur. Although he was glad he seemed to be alright, it was foolish to keep fighting. More will come... and when they find out that the people of Damascus has killed a part of his army... there will be no survivors.

there could be a million things for him to say. He was sorry that they brought a whole army after them. That more wounded and dead will soon find their way here... But as Rilden watched the red haired woman heal the young child, he didn't say anything. "Miss Robyn." Rilden said, stepping forward. "You have heard of the stories then, yes? The ones when you were a small child. About how the gods gave gifts to those they thought worthy." He pointed to the child. "You have one of those gifts. I am not forcing you to join us, but the more gift bearers that come together, the weaker he gets.... I am not forcing, but asking if you will spare your gift and talents for the High Kingdom."

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Hey guys! I read the two new CS', and both are awesome! Except I don't think your grandpa lived to be over 500 years old, kingdomkeylight hahahaha

Both are accepted though!

I would absolutely love to make a post before everything gets out of hand, but my internet is now bring really bad(I'm using my cell data now) I'll post as soon as I can! I know it sounds like I'm just making excuses, but please don't think that! I'm just trying to get through some problems haha