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Hi guys, this is my new account. My old one is @RangeroftheRit. I felt like i needed a fresh start and a fresh face. I'm still in all my old RP's though, so use this one if you want to contact me.
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“I’ll drink to that. Skál.” He said, using the Ormurmal word for cheers, and clinked his cup against Elric’s before taking a swig of his drink. “I have to say, that’s quite impressive. My father would like you Elric. So tell me, what do you think of our quest? Do you imagine we’ll encounter more than bandits and mercenaries trying to harrow us and impede our mission? Or do you think more sinister forces seek the shards of the Orb as well? And though I’ve heard of the Orb in passing on my travels, I don’t know much about it. I don’t really know what to expect in the way of opposition or what trials we will face.”
Kace felt as if he was walking almost blindly into a web of events that was much bigger than he or the Knights alone. He wished he had asked more questions on Ekilore, but something about the place and the monks made him feel compelled to agree with whatever the monks said and to get on his way to fulfill their quest as soon as possible. Though, now that he was many miles from their shore, with their tower only a fading fixture on the horizon, his mind felt clearer and his own thoughts began to return, leading to these new concerns which he was now bringing to the attention of Elric.
Kace felt as if he was walking almost blindly into a web of events that was much bigger than he or the Knights alone. He wished he had asked more questions on Ekilore, but something about the place and the monks made him feel compelled to agree with whatever the monks said and to get on his way to fulfill their quest as soon as possible. Though, now that he was many miles from their shore, with their tower only a fading fixture on the horizon, his mind felt clearer and his own thoughts began to return, leading to these new concerns which he was now bringing to the attention of Elric.
@Sedjwick Yep, 100% Beowulf. I felt it fit with the Norse-esque nature of Miraheim as well as with the tale of greed.
Kace, expecting Roland’s response, simply shrugged, walked to the nearest barrel and filled two mugs. He took a seat next to Elric and handed him one of the mugs, as Captain Crewe began his tale. The people of Miraheim had a tale similar, though instead of a knight it was the greed of a thrall that brought a dragon down upon the kingdom when the thrall stole the dragon’s favorite cup from his treasure horde and the aged king, who had once been a great warrior and slayer of many monsters, donned his armor and took up his sword one last time to defend his people, though the battle between he and the dragon ended in the death of both. Kace tried to ignore Roland and his comments for the remainder of the journey. He figured the rest of the Knights and members of the crew would soon do the same.
Kace took a long draught from tankard and turned to Elric as the Captain continued speaking and in a hushed tone, so as to not interrupt, said, “My apologies for earlier. I typically have better control over my temper, but the customs of my father’s people demand that I answer a slight against my family’s honor with steel. Now I’m still curious as to what your story is Elric. I wonder how you achieved your rank at such a young age? You must be a most impressive warrior.”
Kace took a long draught from tankard and turned to Elric as the Captain continued speaking and in a hushed tone, so as to not interrupt, said, “My apologies for earlier. I typically have better control over my temper, but the customs of my father’s people demand that I answer a slight against my family’s honor with steel. Now I’m still curious as to what your story is Elric. I wonder how you achieved your rank at such a young age? You must be a most impressive warrior.”
Kace smiled as he sheathed his blade. “You have skill. I apologize for my rude comments, veiled as they may have been.” He extended his hand to Roland, inviting him to shake it and squash their quarrel, “Come Sir. Share a drink with me.”
Kace grinned at the sight of Roland gripping his sword and subtly began moving his hand to where his own axe and sword lie next to him, propped against the railing of the ship. Before he could grip his blade, however, Elric stepped in between them. The words he spoke were true, and Kace felt a sudden pang of brotherhood and camaraderie with the Falkian. He could tell almost entirely in that moment that Elric would be a steadfast friend. Though, however much Kace valued the words Elric spoke, Roland had insulted Kace, his honor and the honor of his family one too many times. The generally amiable half-dwarf also knew when to defend his name, and now was that moment.
He picked up his langes messer and acted as if he was about to follow Elric’s suggestion of standing on the opposite side of the ship from Roland before spinning around the Falkian and drawing his blade in the arc of the spin. Kace was a lefthanded swordsman, making him an unconventional and difficult opponent, as most knights were trained to fight righthanded opponents, therefore all of their muscle memory needed to be reversed in a duel with Kace. The half-dwarf knew how to effectively use this to his advantage.
As he completed the spin, he threw his scabbard like a kunai, striking Sir Roland squarely in the forehead. Kace used this moment of confusion to launch his attack. He jumped and kicked off of a barrel, leaping high into the air to bring down a thunderous overhead strike, gripping the messer with both hands, roaring like a lion as he went. His cut was intercepted, however. The two warriors exchanged a furious flurry of blows before both disengaging and stepping back to quickly catch their breath.
“I guess tourney melees are at least good at preparing you for dueling,” Kace said behind a smirk, “I’m actually impressed neither of us have disarmed or dismembered the other yet. Let’s try and change that, shall we?” he said insolently before stepping forward to engage again. He feinted an upwards slash before redirecting to a hanging guard cut, hoping to catch the Ethorian off guard. Time seemed to slow down as Kace waited for his sword to either connect with Roland’s skull, Roland’s blade, or for Roland to duck under Kace’s sword, making the feint miss entirely.
He picked up his langes messer and acted as if he was about to follow Elric’s suggestion of standing on the opposite side of the ship from Roland before spinning around the Falkian and drawing his blade in the arc of the spin. Kace was a lefthanded swordsman, making him an unconventional and difficult opponent, as most knights were trained to fight righthanded opponents, therefore all of their muscle memory needed to be reversed in a duel with Kace. The half-dwarf knew how to effectively use this to his advantage.
As he completed the spin, he threw his scabbard like a kunai, striking Sir Roland squarely in the forehead. Kace used this moment of confusion to launch his attack. He jumped and kicked off of a barrel, leaping high into the air to bring down a thunderous overhead strike, gripping the messer with both hands, roaring like a lion as he went. His cut was intercepted, however. The two warriors exchanged a furious flurry of blows before both disengaging and stepping back to quickly catch their breath.
“I guess tourney melees are at least good at preparing you for dueling,” Kace said behind a smirk, “I’m actually impressed neither of us have disarmed or dismembered the other yet. Let’s try and change that, shall we?” he said insolently before stepping forward to engage again. He feinted an upwards slash before redirecting to a hanging guard cut, hoping to catch the Ethorian off guard. Time seemed to slow down as Kace waited for his sword to either connect with Roland’s skull, Roland’s blade, or for Roland to duck under Kace’s sword, making the feint miss entirely.
“Drostan” sounds like part of the title for a TV thriller.
The Drostan Files.
Kinda like The Dresden Files.
Kace spoke with a kind tone, expertly hiding the anger he felt, not letting it show through his words, “Tell me Sir Roland, have you ever seen true battle? The type of bloody struggle where you can barely tell your friends from your foes? Have you ever led men to their deaths? Ever held a dying brother in your arms and watched as the life faded from his eyes, not being able to tell if the blood covering you is his, or yours or that of an enemy? Have you ever actually taken a life Sir? I can’t imagine tournaments, with your thick armor, blunted blades and flowery smells and the comfort of food and drink only a moments walk from the list would give you much cause to kill. But I assure you, this quest will be no walk in the park, no trot down the list. The enemies we face here won’t cower at the sight of a glittering knight, flowing with banners and ribbons, whose horse has a braided mane and silken caparison. And as for my parents, I’d ask you kindly not to speak ill of them. They’ve given you no cause to do so, and it’s rather cowardly to speak of someone when they’re not present to accept or challenge your words.” He smiled to the Ethorian as he finished speaking before turning to Elric.
In very broken Falkmor, Kace managed, “Agree a lot with words you spoke. He is rabbit nostril.” He gave an apologetic look, hoping he hadn’t misspoke and unintentionally offended Elric.
“I learned a bit on a trading expedition with my father when I was young. I hope I was at least coherent.” He said, laughing a hearty laugh. “Tell me Elric, what’s your story? I encountered some Dragoons at a port in Falke, and if I’m not mistaken, you bear the crest of the High Dragoon? Yet you can’t be older than twenty-five or thirty. That’s very impressive my friend. How did one so young achieve such a prestigious appointment?”
In very broken Falkmor, Kace managed, “Agree a lot with words you spoke. He is rabbit nostril.” He gave an apologetic look, hoping he hadn’t misspoke and unintentionally offended Elric.
“I learned a bit on a trading expedition with my father when I was young. I hope I was at least coherent.” He said, laughing a hearty laugh. “Tell me Elric, what’s your story? I encountered some Dragoons at a port in Falke, and if I’m not mistaken, you bear the crest of the High Dragoon? Yet you can’t be older than twenty-five or thirty. That’s very impressive my friend. How did one so young achieve such a prestigious appointment?”
Kace smiled, not waiting for Roland to reply to Elric. He had no desire to see the Ethorian Ego argue or try to prove himself superior again.
“I’ll share first. My name, for those that arrived after myself, is Karl Cilrok Ulvarsson, but you can call me Kace for short. My mother is Gisli of House Cilrok and my father is Ulvar Siggurdsson. I spent half of my life in Mindirion and half in Miraheim. I’ve only seen nineteen winters, nearing twenty. I suppose I was summoned here due to my experience in the Seven Month War, almost two years ago. You may have heard of it. A civil war waged over the Dwarven throne. My house led the loyalist forces, and I myself led a host of 5,000 that only saw two defeats. I lost many a childhood friend in battle, but by the end of the war, I was asked to negotiate the truce between the loyalist and rebel forces due to my half blooded heritage. Both parties saw me as relatively impartial. I like to think I did a good job as I secured the throne for our current king and there has been peace since.”
Kace stared at the sails rippling in the wind, lost in his recollections as he spoke.
“I keep to the faith of my father,” he touched the pendant of Isir around his neck, “but I respect the ideals and beliefs of all peoples.” He added, glancing at Duncan.
“And I’m not here for any of the rewards the monks mentioned. I’m here solely for the benefit of Aerion and for the honor of my family.” He looked around as he finished speaking, glancing at all of his companions in turn, waiting for either questions or someone else to share their story.
“I’ll share first. My name, for those that arrived after myself, is Karl Cilrok Ulvarsson, but you can call me Kace for short. My mother is Gisli of House Cilrok and my father is Ulvar Siggurdsson. I spent half of my life in Mindirion and half in Miraheim. I’ve only seen nineteen winters, nearing twenty. I suppose I was summoned here due to my experience in the Seven Month War, almost two years ago. You may have heard of it. A civil war waged over the Dwarven throne. My house led the loyalist forces, and I myself led a host of 5,000 that only saw two defeats. I lost many a childhood friend in battle, but by the end of the war, I was asked to negotiate the truce between the loyalist and rebel forces due to my half blooded heritage. Both parties saw me as relatively impartial. I like to think I did a good job as I secured the throne for our current king and there has been peace since.”
Kace stared at the sails rippling in the wind, lost in his recollections as he spoke.
“I keep to the faith of my father,” he touched the pendant of Isir around his neck, “but I respect the ideals and beliefs of all peoples.” He added, glancing at Duncan.
“And I’m not here for any of the rewards the monks mentioned. I’m here solely for the benefit of Aerion and for the honor of my family.” He looked around as he finished speaking, glancing at all of his companions in turn, waiting for either questions or someone else to share their story.
Kace smirked subtly at the monk’s rebuttal to the Ethoran man who had called himself Roland. The young half-dwarf knew he was at a disadvantage due to his age but he hoped that the mere fact that he had been summoned along with these others would earn him the respect he was due. He wondered if any of the rest of his new companions had fought in wars, or led men into battle. He wondered if any of the rest of them had cradled dying friends in their arms or emerged from a besieged fortress, covered in the blood of their kinsmen. He wondered if any of them knew the stark difference between the bitter taste of defeat and the sweet relief of victory. He supposed he would find out soon enough as they would all be confined to a ship together. He followed the Eunuch out of the tower and back the way the came, back to the docks after they were bade to depart.
When he heard the Ethoran Ego, as Kace had taken to calling him in his head, speak on the quality of the ship, he opened his mouth in preparation to retort but missed the opportunity when the captain of the vessel, a certain Captain Richard, spoke before him. Kace nodded in silent agreement after the captain spoke, as he moved to pick up the only bag of his belongings that remained on the dock, assuming his crew had packed the rest aboard and departed already, as the Sea-Wolf was nowhere to be seen.
“Don’t worry Sir Roland. If you think this is going to be a rough ride, just be thankful they didn’t give us a Miraheim Longship. At least this ship will provide you a roof instead of a canvas tarp.” He said jovially, smiling to the Ethoran as he boarded the ship.
He made an observatory pace around the perimeter of the deck before turning to where Captain Richard now stood at the helm.
“I must say Captain, she’s a fine vessel. What do you call her?” Kace asked with genuine interest.
When he heard the Ethoran Ego, as Kace had taken to calling him in his head, speak on the quality of the ship, he opened his mouth in preparation to retort but missed the opportunity when the captain of the vessel, a certain Captain Richard, spoke before him. Kace nodded in silent agreement after the captain spoke, as he moved to pick up the only bag of his belongings that remained on the dock, assuming his crew had packed the rest aboard and departed already, as the Sea-Wolf was nowhere to be seen.
“Don’t worry Sir Roland. If you think this is going to be a rough ride, just be thankful they didn’t give us a Miraheim Longship. At least this ship will provide you a roof instead of a canvas tarp.” He said jovially, smiling to the Ethoran as he boarded the ship.
He made an observatory pace around the perimeter of the deck before turning to where Captain Richard now stood at the helm.
“I must say Captain, she’s a fine vessel. What do you call her?” Kace asked with genuine interest.
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