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Time:7 PM
Location: River Port-Inn by the Sea
Interactions:, Rue @Potter Bowyn @Helo
Equipment:
899 Amas.
The young dwarf stood on the doorway. Seconds stretching into eternity as he waited for an answer from the white haired winter beauty. His heart beat so hard on his chest that he could feel the rhythm of his heart in his ears like the war drums of his people. His big brown eyes stared at the fair face of the maiden as she sat on the bed eating her rations. The emotions he saw reflected on her icy blue eyes made his heart break. He had never seen a girl cry. Most dwarven women as strong willed, stubborn and ornery as their male counterparts.
Seeing Rue tear up made him want to tear his own heart out. What made it worse was the realization that he had part in making those crystal like tears smear the snow white face of the fairy. How could he have been so selfish? War would make friends and family loose members. It did not need his help. Bowyn already seemed like he was carrying too much weight on his shoulders. Especially because of the loss of his wings. Rue needed a friend in this cruel world and he had made that friend blame her for trusting him.
The dwarf shook his head as if to get rid of the guilt and foolishness he felt. All these emotions felt strange and overwhelming to him. It was easier to control them when surrounded by stoic dwarves who made drunken war. The din of battle silenced the voices in his head. Helping the wounded made him feel fulfilled. He had a rank and a place in the Legions. Away from them, who was he? The medic gritted his teeth. War was not a place to loose focus. He had made his mind to go after the eternal silence when he heard Rue speak.
Yet, was she speaking to him? Her voice did not seem to be directed in his direction. At first Arn thought that Rue was trying to process out loud what had just happened but then his sharp eyes saw the intelligent glint in the wolf’s eyes when it looked in his direction. Was it suspicion he found in canine eyes? Was it judgment? The dwarf furrowed his brow. His thick eyebrows touching together like friendly forests.
“…Arn shouldn’t be alone. I mean, that has to be horrible to find out right? We should give him a chance. Fool me once, shame on you and then twice on me. Isn’t that the saying?”
Rue’s words made a lump stick in the young soldier’s throat. He tried to swallow a couple times but to no avail. A pit in his stomach was followed but a sort of warm feeling proceeding from his chest. He was a medic and he knew that what he was experiencing was only the physical manifestation of emotions. It had touched the dwarf’s heart that the lovely fairy had considered his feelings.
She was right. Being alone felt horrible. What was worse is that he was going to walk out on Rue too and leave her alone. He could have punched himself. You don’t run from a fight. You hold your shield firm and brace you feet and grin. He had never resorted to violence. But fighting looked different for different people. “I am a damn medic. My job is to heal people. My job is to make them well. My job is to be there for them.” He took a deep breath almost in sync with Rue’s.
”That would be kind of you. Thank you. I want to find Bowyn, but I don’t want to leave you alone… I don’t know what to do. What if he doesn't come back? I.. I don't think this is your fault.”
Her soft voice brought him back to the humble inn room. A slight smile appeared on his face. “She is brave.” He thought. “Two foolish males have a spat and this lovely lady has to pull our ears to make us behave.” His eyes held nothing but pride. He felt the need to be a better dwarf. Sometimes in war, a delicate flower growing amidst the corpses on a battle field remind you that there are things worth fighting for and protecting. Rue was definitely a worthy example of a beautiful crystal flower.
His voice was gruff with emotion but he cleared his throat. “Miss Rue, lets search for Bowyn together.” He gave her as comforting as smile as he could muster in his awkwardness. “He needs you. I appreciate the sentiment but I did have some part to play.” Arn shrugged his thick shoulders. “There was much truth in what Bowyn said. It is hard to make allies if they can’t trust you. We can kill two birds with one stone, we may be able to find Bowyn and some dinner.” Like her, he only risked peeks when looking in her direction, quickly shifting his gaze if her eyes almost met hers. As if they were playing some sort of tag game.
The dwarf followed just a half step behind. Both because her long slender legs and her urgency to find the winter fairy lad propelled her faster than his stubby legs could carry him and also because he did not feel worthy of walking directly by her side. He kept his eyes forward and lied to himself saying he did not look in her direction because he was focused on finding the white haired lad. It was hard for him to ignore how fidgety she was. Rue was worried for her friend and it made sense.
"Do you mind if I fly?"
The medic shook his head and gave her a slight smile. “No miss Rue, I think you may have a better vantage point. I will try to follow you from under her. I am not sure if the people of River Port are used to seeing a fairy in flight but it would not do for somebody to take too much of a liking to you. Me and Moonlight was it? could follow as best we can.” It was clear that the lady needed to clear her head and what better way to do that than being airborne. The medic gave the pretty fairy a confident nod. She needed to feel like she did not have to worry about him despite the emotions that played inside him.
Location: River Port-Inn by the Sea
Interactions:, Rue @Potter Bowyn @Helo
Equipment:
899 Amas.
The young dwarf stood on the doorway. Seconds stretching into eternity as he waited for an answer from the white haired winter beauty. His heart beat so hard on his chest that he could feel the rhythm of his heart in his ears like the war drums of his people. His big brown eyes stared at the fair face of the maiden as she sat on the bed eating her rations. The emotions he saw reflected on her icy blue eyes made his heart break. He had never seen a girl cry. Most dwarven women as strong willed, stubborn and ornery as their male counterparts.
Seeing Rue tear up made him want to tear his own heart out. What made it worse was the realization that he had part in making those crystal like tears smear the snow white face of the fairy. How could he have been so selfish? War would make friends and family loose members. It did not need his help. Bowyn already seemed like he was carrying too much weight on his shoulders. Especially because of the loss of his wings. Rue needed a friend in this cruel world and he had made that friend blame her for trusting him.
The dwarf shook his head as if to get rid of the guilt and foolishness he felt. All these emotions felt strange and overwhelming to him. It was easier to control them when surrounded by stoic dwarves who made drunken war. The din of battle silenced the voices in his head. Helping the wounded made him feel fulfilled. He had a rank and a place in the Legions. Away from them, who was he? The medic gritted his teeth. War was not a place to loose focus. He had made his mind to go after the eternal silence when he heard Rue speak.
Yet, was she speaking to him? Her voice did not seem to be directed in his direction. At first Arn thought that Rue was trying to process out loud what had just happened but then his sharp eyes saw the intelligent glint in the wolf’s eyes when it looked in his direction. Was it suspicion he found in canine eyes? Was it judgment? The dwarf furrowed his brow. His thick eyebrows touching together like friendly forests.
“…Arn shouldn’t be alone. I mean, that has to be horrible to find out right? We should give him a chance. Fool me once, shame on you and then twice on me. Isn’t that the saying?”
Rue’s words made a lump stick in the young soldier’s throat. He tried to swallow a couple times but to no avail. A pit in his stomach was followed but a sort of warm feeling proceeding from his chest. He was a medic and he knew that what he was experiencing was only the physical manifestation of emotions. It had touched the dwarf’s heart that the lovely fairy had considered his feelings.
She was right. Being alone felt horrible. What was worse is that he was going to walk out on Rue too and leave her alone. He could have punched himself. You don’t run from a fight. You hold your shield firm and brace you feet and grin. He had never resorted to violence. But fighting looked different for different people. “I am a damn medic. My job is to heal people. My job is to make them well. My job is to be there for them.” He took a deep breath almost in sync with Rue’s.
”That would be kind of you. Thank you. I want to find Bowyn, but I don’t want to leave you alone… I don’t know what to do. What if he doesn't come back? I.. I don't think this is your fault.”
Her soft voice brought him back to the humble inn room. A slight smile appeared on his face. “She is brave.” He thought. “Two foolish males have a spat and this lovely lady has to pull our ears to make us behave.” His eyes held nothing but pride. He felt the need to be a better dwarf. Sometimes in war, a delicate flower growing amidst the corpses on a battle field remind you that there are things worth fighting for and protecting. Rue was definitely a worthy example of a beautiful crystal flower.
His voice was gruff with emotion but he cleared his throat. “Miss Rue, lets search for Bowyn together.” He gave her as comforting as smile as he could muster in his awkwardness. “He needs you. I appreciate the sentiment but I did have some part to play.” Arn shrugged his thick shoulders. “There was much truth in what Bowyn said. It is hard to make allies if they can’t trust you. We can kill two birds with one stone, we may be able to find Bowyn and some dinner.” Like her, he only risked peeks when looking in her direction, quickly shifting his gaze if her eyes almost met hers. As if they were playing some sort of tag game.
The dwarf followed just a half step behind. Both because her long slender legs and her urgency to find the winter fairy lad propelled her faster than his stubby legs could carry him and also because he did not feel worthy of walking directly by her side. He kept his eyes forward and lied to himself saying he did not look in her direction because he was focused on finding the white haired lad. It was hard for him to ignore how fidgety she was. Rue was worried for her friend and it made sense.
"Do you mind if I fly?"
The medic shook his head and gave her a slight smile. “No miss Rue, I think you may have a better vantage point. I will try to follow you from under her. I am not sure if the people of River Port are used to seeing a fairy in flight but it would not do for somebody to take too much of a liking to you. Me and Moonlight was it? could follow as best we can.” It was clear that the lady needed to clear her head and what better way to do that than being airborne. The medic gave the pretty fairy a confident nod. She needed to feel like she did not have to worry about him despite the emotions that played inside him.
Time:7 PM
Location: River Port-Inn by the Sea
Interactions:, Rue @Potter Bowyn @Helo
Equipment:
869 Amas.
The young medic looked at Rue as she delivered her observations. What she said was true. He had withheld information on them. Perhaps that is how uneasy and frail alliances were It felt strange for him to have to be so guarded. His own race was mistrustful of other races. They were not cold or rude but few saw the genial smile of a dwarf and the back breaking friendly pats that were the common language in ale houses and drinking halls. The young soldier was used to being surrounded by dwarves that would lock shields with you and give their own life for others. There was no such thing as truly individual thinking. Only in the crafting of weapons and other things were the artistic tendencies of his people revealed. Many dwarves would not have been too wounded about withheld information. They felt that people would share when they needed. Arn had just found out that not everyone in Avalia thought this way. Unwittingly, the newly revealed prince had learned his first lesson in diplomacy.
The second lesson was to put his own feelings aside or as the white haired lass said put these tensions. It was very simple if he could still not earn their trust then they would go about their separate ways. Perhaps it was the unconscious need of the young dwarf to achieve some sort of connection where he had not had any previously that made the repulsion of Bowyn so damaging. Arn had to remind himself that this mission was not about himself but the possible survival of his people. An apologetic look crossed the soldier’s face as his eyes came across those of the lovely winter fairy. Rue’s line about splitting up made him give her a slight smile before the lass looked away.
”You're a medic, so you’d be on the battlefield helping in the fighting. Right? I don't see you being the kind to betray and use us."
The medic silently nodded. “Yes Miss Rue. I am a medic. That was no lie.” He looked at Bowyn after his statement. “As I said, I AM simply a medic. That has been my profession for two decades. It was not until two days ago that my parentage was revealed.” He said this while looking at the winter fairy lad. There was no animosity in his eyes, only truth. “It is even hard for me sometimes to grasp that I am now royalty only because some people said so. I know nothing of being a prince. I have only ever thought of myself as a medic.” He sighed.
He shrugged at Bowyn’s metion of the dangers of being a royal in the current climate. “It was easier being a medic. My sole job is to help and heal people.” He had an apologetic look when he looked at Bowyn. “It was never my intetion to place either of you in danger Bowyn. It never occurred to me that merely by travelling with me you could actually be in danger. For that I am truly sorry.” He lowered his eyes. “As you say, I only wanted companions but I would never willingly put you in danger…or betray you for that mater.” He looked at the winter fairy lad.
“ I also don’t know who I would betray you to or for what purpose. I do not own you or hold any sway over you.” He shrugged watching the white haired youth pace back and forth in obvious agitation. “You are always free to do as you please. But to answer your question, no I would not betray you. You need not trust me of course as you so plainly pointed out. That could be a sound policy but I assure you that I have no plan to betray you.” He scratched his brown and reddish beard. “As a matter of fact, it has been very well established that I don’t really have a plan. I think that fact has been firmly established.”
Arn could tell that there was some sort of battle going on inside the young man’s mind. He figured it was regarding the perceived affront. Never would he have imagined that it was due to Bowyn’s own self doubt and self deprecation. If the young medic knew, he would have tried to help in some way. The dwarf would not be able to help it. It was how he was.
Because of this, he had unconsciously stepped between the Rue and Bowyn when the latter had addressed the former harshly. Arn lifted up a palm in the young lad’s direction. He did not tell him to calm down as that seldom worked. Instead, he wanted to act as a buffer. The young dwarf was sure that the winter lad did not mean to sound harsh. Actually, his advice was wrong, not completely. “That is some sound advice Bowyn. Miss Rue would definitely need your experience if she is to avoid harm. Please, do not chastise her because of my selfish mistake.”
The young dwarf felt bad for having been the reason why such a lovely and sweet fairy like Rue had been talked to like that by a friend. He felt bad that Bowyn had been so angry at the situation and had been rude to his friend. The medic felt even worse when the fairy lad felt the need to leave the room but then again he could not blame him. His brown eyes followed the taller white haired lad leave. A long sigh escaped his lips.
“Miss Rue, I am sorry. This…” He motioned with his hand to encompass the scene. “Was never my intention. I do think that your suggestion was indeed the best policy. If I recall correctly, I was allowed to procure the next meal. I shall go and pick something from the stalls near the inn. It will serve the dual purpose of procuring food and clearing the air. I am sure you both have much to talk about. When Bowyn returns that is.” He took a deep breath. “And I believe I need to figure out how to find and meet with Princess Annya.”
He walked towards the door, fully intent on walking out. Not because he was a coward, though the whole situation made him feel uncomfortable, but because he wanted to give Rue some sort of privacy. His big calloused hand closed on the door’s handle. His grip tightened around it but before he opened it he would turn back to Rue. His voice was strained as he did something he would not have seen himself doing before. “Miss Rue, would you like to come with me?”
The young medic waited for her response. He had faced down hordes of Orcs. Had been left for dead after a mountain gryphon had attacked a squad he was patrolling with and even recently braved the Helius journey from Ironhold to River Port but somehow waiting for the response of the pretty winter fairy scared him more than he could tell. The poor door handle creaked as his knuckles whitened from the deadly grip he was exerting on it.
If Rue followed him, he would hold the door open for her walking beside her but as far as the hallway allowed. If she did not, he would probably offer some sort of excuse and sheepishly leave the room.
Location: River Port-Inn by the Sea
Interactions:, Rue @Potter Bowyn @Helo
Equipment:
869 Amas.
The young medic looked at Rue as she delivered her observations. What she said was true. He had withheld information on them. Perhaps that is how uneasy and frail alliances were It felt strange for him to have to be so guarded. His own race was mistrustful of other races. They were not cold or rude but few saw the genial smile of a dwarf and the back breaking friendly pats that were the common language in ale houses and drinking halls. The young soldier was used to being surrounded by dwarves that would lock shields with you and give their own life for others. There was no such thing as truly individual thinking. Only in the crafting of weapons and other things were the artistic tendencies of his people revealed. Many dwarves would not have been too wounded about withheld information. They felt that people would share when they needed. Arn had just found out that not everyone in Avalia thought this way. Unwittingly, the newly revealed prince had learned his first lesson in diplomacy.
The second lesson was to put his own feelings aside or as the white haired lass said put these tensions. It was very simple if he could still not earn their trust then they would go about their separate ways. Perhaps it was the unconscious need of the young dwarf to achieve some sort of connection where he had not had any previously that made the repulsion of Bowyn so damaging. Arn had to remind himself that this mission was not about himself but the possible survival of his people. An apologetic look crossed the soldier’s face as his eyes came across those of the lovely winter fairy. Rue’s line about splitting up made him give her a slight smile before the lass looked away.
”You're a medic, so you’d be on the battlefield helping in the fighting. Right? I don't see you being the kind to betray and use us."
The medic silently nodded. “Yes Miss Rue. I am a medic. That was no lie.” He looked at Bowyn after his statement. “As I said, I AM simply a medic. That has been my profession for two decades. It was not until two days ago that my parentage was revealed.” He said this while looking at the winter fairy lad. There was no animosity in his eyes, only truth. “It is even hard for me sometimes to grasp that I am now royalty only because some people said so. I know nothing of being a prince. I have only ever thought of myself as a medic.” He sighed.
He shrugged at Bowyn’s metion of the dangers of being a royal in the current climate. “It was easier being a medic. My sole job is to help and heal people.” He had an apologetic look when he looked at Bowyn. “It was never my intetion to place either of you in danger Bowyn. It never occurred to me that merely by travelling with me you could actually be in danger. For that I am truly sorry.” He lowered his eyes. “As you say, I only wanted companions but I would never willingly put you in danger…or betray you for that mater.” He looked at the winter fairy lad.
“ I also don’t know who I would betray you to or for what purpose. I do not own you or hold any sway over you.” He shrugged watching the white haired youth pace back and forth in obvious agitation. “You are always free to do as you please. But to answer your question, no I would not betray you. You need not trust me of course as you so plainly pointed out. That could be a sound policy but I assure you that I have no plan to betray you.” He scratched his brown and reddish beard. “As a matter of fact, it has been very well established that I don’t really have a plan. I think that fact has been firmly established.”
Arn could tell that there was some sort of battle going on inside the young man’s mind. He figured it was regarding the perceived affront. Never would he have imagined that it was due to Bowyn’s own self doubt and self deprecation. If the young medic knew, he would have tried to help in some way. The dwarf would not be able to help it. It was how he was.
Because of this, he had unconsciously stepped between the Rue and Bowyn when the latter had addressed the former harshly. Arn lifted up a palm in the young lad’s direction. He did not tell him to calm down as that seldom worked. Instead, he wanted to act as a buffer. The young dwarf was sure that the winter lad did not mean to sound harsh. Actually, his advice was wrong, not completely. “That is some sound advice Bowyn. Miss Rue would definitely need your experience if she is to avoid harm. Please, do not chastise her because of my selfish mistake.”
The young dwarf felt bad for having been the reason why such a lovely and sweet fairy like Rue had been talked to like that by a friend. He felt bad that Bowyn had been so angry at the situation and had been rude to his friend. The medic felt even worse when the fairy lad felt the need to leave the room but then again he could not blame him. His brown eyes followed the taller white haired lad leave. A long sigh escaped his lips.
“Miss Rue, I am sorry. This…” He motioned with his hand to encompass the scene. “Was never my intention. I do think that your suggestion was indeed the best policy. If I recall correctly, I was allowed to procure the next meal. I shall go and pick something from the stalls near the inn. It will serve the dual purpose of procuring food and clearing the air. I am sure you both have much to talk about. When Bowyn returns that is.” He took a deep breath. “And I believe I need to figure out how to find and meet with Princess Annya.”
He walked towards the door, fully intent on walking out. Not because he was a coward, though the whole situation made him feel uncomfortable, but because he wanted to give Rue some sort of privacy. His big calloused hand closed on the door’s handle. His grip tightened around it but before he opened it he would turn back to Rue. His voice was strained as he did something he would not have seen himself doing before. “Miss Rue, would you like to come with me?”
The young medic waited for her response. He had faced down hordes of Orcs. Had been left for dead after a mountain gryphon had attacked a squad he was patrolling with and even recently braved the Helius journey from Ironhold to River Port but somehow waiting for the response of the pretty winter fairy scared him more than he could tell. The poor door handle creaked as his knuckles whitened from the deadly grip he was exerting on it.
If Rue followed him, he would hold the door open for her walking beside her but as far as the hallway allowed. If she did not, he would probably offer some sort of excuse and sheepishly leave the room.
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Forum: General Interest Checks
@TheMerlin
Cool thanks for the shout out. I figured every race would have their own religion. Also, I guess it would be a place of honor to be able to tend the World Tree as much as it would be to have a child in the Dragonier. Other than the Alliance to take down Kasimir, is there any other thing holding the factions together? Has some houses gone over to Kasimir's side?
Cool thanks for the shout out. I figured every race would have their own religion. Also, I guess it would be a place of honor to be able to tend the World Tree as much as it would be to have a child in the Dragonier. Other than the Alliance to take down Kasimir, is there any other thing holding the factions together? Has some houses gone over to Kasimir's side?
The wind rushed in Arn’s ears as the wyrm maneuvered thanks to Eilis’s guidance. It could also be the blood that made his head pound. The Aether exhaustion was starting to set in. Thankfully, he was experienced enough that he was not having full on Dark Sight. Still, there was splotches in his vision and his head felt fuzzy. So much so that sound was distorted. He blinked his eyes every now and then and for the life of him, the master mage could swear that he was hearing voices. But it sounded too garbled as if his head was underwater.
Compared to other mages, the Hellspawn was actually doing quite well. He was somewhat conscious, able to wrap his hands around the small waist of his charge and even mumble a warning or two as the blonde guided their mount to the Knight Captain. Arn figured he would have some choice words with the man. Then again, he could not understand Tyrhallan’s need to go and save his uncle. It appeared that the man was not a complete knight zombie after all.
The master mage himself should have those choice words be told to him. Here he was, putting the woman he had sword to protect at risk to save the white haired knight, and his own apprentice. There it was, he cared enough about Tobi to call him his apprentice. Arn would never tell Tobi this or the boy would not let him live it down. That was, if they were able to get out this alive.
So stubborn was the ex Shooting Star in making sure he kept his promise that he did what few would dare. He closed his eyes and attempted to enter the restorative meditation that all mages knew. Usually, this was done in a place of silence and comfort. Safety was also a big concern because it left the mage vulnerable in the half sleep state.
However, thanks to this and his connection to the young girl, he was able to make out some of the things that were being discussed in her head. Yet, the voice still sounded as if was coming from a deep tunnel. He could feel the distress in Eilis’s Thread. Arn decided that not immediate danger was present so he decided to concentrate on his own Thread.
His ability to relax and concentrate was nothing sort of a miracle. His arms remained on the young woman’s waist, tight enough to hold on to her but not too tight to prevent her from leaving him. His breath became more stable. The tired and worn muscles in his body very slowly began to relax. The heart beat began to moderate. The master mage would not have been this calm if he knew the conversation his poor protégé was having but it was for the better. In his current state, he would be nothing more than a handicap.
Every now and then, he could feel a resonance in the Thread that connected him to her. Probably what a spider feels when a fly has been trapped. But the vibrations were much too small for him to really study and currently, his mind was focusing on working the Aether and manipulating it so that it refreshed his spent body. It was said that a true master would be able to utilize the life force of the Aether to become immortal. Was this perhaps how Tormaline had achieved his longevity? It was a lecherous existence to be sure but to be able to transcend the boundaries of life and death, was still worthy to be noted.
The vibrations became wilder in the Thread and made Arn become all too aware that there was something that was distressing Eilis. He regained awareness enough to weakly whisper her name in her ear. The warmth that usually accompanied any time they were touching seemed to flicker as if trying to comfort her. Yet, it was more like an electric burst of a firefly than a warming hearth. Still, after he called out to her, the vibrations stopped and he returned to his half wakened state.
Arn felt the connection between them strain as Eilis left him in the care of Tobin. The master mage slumped forward on the mount but was still astride the Wyrm whom was a nervous reck. Clawed talons skittered on the deck trying to find purchase as the big leviathan of a ship creaked and groaned. The young mage turned to his master and groaned.
“Ah man, you look like shit.” He reached out and grabbed the reins of Umbra and adding power to the magic repulsors, made his own flying contraption begin an easy ascent. The motion of the flapping wyrm made things difficult at first but once both were hovering, it was easier to led her.
In the mean time, the blonde knight gritted her teeth as she put all her weight behind the downward slash. The sword of the dead general was decepteviley heavy. It was heavy enough to put Alexa off balance. The female knight grunted as the silverhaired captain bumped into her. She managed to snarl at Ravos and was readying another slash when she caught the back handed strike from the bloody stump. She added her own blood to that left behind by the strike as Ravo’s blood squirted out.
Alexa spat out the blood in her busted mouth and shirieked as she charged the enemy. It was to no avail as the sudden change in inclination not only made her footing be tricky but she ran straight into the waiting arms of the Viemese. She struggled against the dead grip of the man but in vain. She was unable to bring the blade to do much good or damage. Suddenly, she felt the strong grip of the man’s hand on her throat.
A sudden surge of pain and desperation rose inside her. She had been in situations like this before but the strength of the other man seemed to nullify any effort she made. Her training was for naught against the noose like hand. Her air was slowly leaving her and a buzzing in her ears had begun. The young girl’s eyes began to fill with water. Her struggling became less and less.
When Ravos warned off Tyrhallan, Alexa gritted her teeth and tried to tell the knight captain to kill the bastard but only managed a hiss and gurgling sound. When the silverhaired Venray offered his life for exchange of hers, a sudden surge of strength returned and she tried to struggle, especially when her lord took Fatebringer from her hands. “N…OO…N..o” Alexa tried to prevent the captain from making that deal.
“Don’t worry Brightwind, you’ll be fine. It will all be fine.”
Anger began to well up in her. By the All Mother, how could her lord be so stupid. There was nothing that would prevent the Viemese from killing her once he died. She wished the Knight Captain would runt he blade of the ancestral sword through both of them. The young knight would gladly give her life to kill this foe who had bested General Uilies and who had managed to fend off the famed Venray Captain. “Live you fool, we need you alive.” Her brain screamed as darkness started to creep in on the edges of her vision. She could not even swallow so her saliva dripped off in drool from the corners of her mouth.
“Try this on for size!”
A cry came just before the darkness began to take her. Alexa felt the impact of something and immediately felt the release of her neck. She fell to the side, forgotten as Tyrhallan’s blade dove deep into the man’s flesh. With a thud and a grunt she fell to the metal deck. Her breath came in gasps and she was dizzy. It was all she could do to hold on to the knight captain and not follow the body of their general to the sky. Still unfocused and seeing sparkles, Alexa saw the man’s neck flow red and saw his body plummet.
“Hold on!”
The young girl did as she was told with whatever strength she could muster. She could still feel the pressure of the big man’s hand on her throat. Had he crushed her windpipe? No she could still breath. It produced a wheezing sound but she could draw breath. The flew vertically and to the side. Her vision slowly returned to normal.
Not too far away, Tobin saw them and rushed as much as he could bringing the wyrm behind him. The young mage noticed a problem however, There was only room for two of them. “Damn it, where the hell is Alexa’s wyrm” The lad said desperately. As if to answer his desperate wish, a teal colored streak made its way towards them. “Thank Gia, there is that stupid beautiful beast.” The young mage hoped that they could all depart from the chaotic skies.
Arn was still in his meditative state but sleepily looked up to see the trio flying towards him like some sort of dream. The closer Eilis came, the more he sensed her. A slight smile appeared on his face. His body could not help it. This was a natural reaction to sensing his lovely charge close. Even if he was not fully aware, his mind and soul knew how important Eilis was to him. He would do anything for her. The master mage already had decided in his heart that Tourmaline would inhabit his charge no longer than was needed to get the necessary equipment and consumables needed. She would be free.
Compared to other mages, the Hellspawn was actually doing quite well. He was somewhat conscious, able to wrap his hands around the small waist of his charge and even mumble a warning or two as the blonde guided their mount to the Knight Captain. Arn figured he would have some choice words with the man. Then again, he could not understand Tyrhallan’s need to go and save his uncle. It appeared that the man was not a complete knight zombie after all.
The master mage himself should have those choice words be told to him. Here he was, putting the woman he had sword to protect at risk to save the white haired knight, and his own apprentice. There it was, he cared enough about Tobi to call him his apprentice. Arn would never tell Tobi this or the boy would not let him live it down. That was, if they were able to get out this alive.
So stubborn was the ex Shooting Star in making sure he kept his promise that he did what few would dare. He closed his eyes and attempted to enter the restorative meditation that all mages knew. Usually, this was done in a place of silence and comfort. Safety was also a big concern because it left the mage vulnerable in the half sleep state.
However, thanks to this and his connection to the young girl, he was able to make out some of the things that were being discussed in her head. Yet, the voice still sounded as if was coming from a deep tunnel. He could feel the distress in Eilis’s Thread. Arn decided that not immediate danger was present so he decided to concentrate on his own Thread.
His ability to relax and concentrate was nothing sort of a miracle. His arms remained on the young woman’s waist, tight enough to hold on to her but not too tight to prevent her from leaving him. His breath became more stable. The tired and worn muscles in his body very slowly began to relax. The heart beat began to moderate. The master mage would not have been this calm if he knew the conversation his poor protégé was having but it was for the better. In his current state, he would be nothing more than a handicap.
Every now and then, he could feel a resonance in the Thread that connected him to her. Probably what a spider feels when a fly has been trapped. But the vibrations were much too small for him to really study and currently, his mind was focusing on working the Aether and manipulating it so that it refreshed his spent body. It was said that a true master would be able to utilize the life force of the Aether to become immortal. Was this perhaps how Tormaline had achieved his longevity? It was a lecherous existence to be sure but to be able to transcend the boundaries of life and death, was still worthy to be noted.
The vibrations became wilder in the Thread and made Arn become all too aware that there was something that was distressing Eilis. He regained awareness enough to weakly whisper her name in her ear. The warmth that usually accompanied any time they were touching seemed to flicker as if trying to comfort her. Yet, it was more like an electric burst of a firefly than a warming hearth. Still, after he called out to her, the vibrations stopped and he returned to his half wakened state.
Arn felt the connection between them strain as Eilis left him in the care of Tobin. The master mage slumped forward on the mount but was still astride the Wyrm whom was a nervous reck. Clawed talons skittered on the deck trying to find purchase as the big leviathan of a ship creaked and groaned. The young mage turned to his master and groaned.
“Ah man, you look like shit.” He reached out and grabbed the reins of Umbra and adding power to the magic repulsors, made his own flying contraption begin an easy ascent. The motion of the flapping wyrm made things difficult at first but once both were hovering, it was easier to led her.
In the mean time, the blonde knight gritted her teeth as she put all her weight behind the downward slash. The sword of the dead general was decepteviley heavy. It was heavy enough to put Alexa off balance. The female knight grunted as the silverhaired captain bumped into her. She managed to snarl at Ravos and was readying another slash when she caught the back handed strike from the bloody stump. She added her own blood to that left behind by the strike as Ravo’s blood squirted out.
Alexa spat out the blood in her busted mouth and shirieked as she charged the enemy. It was to no avail as the sudden change in inclination not only made her footing be tricky but she ran straight into the waiting arms of the Viemese. She struggled against the dead grip of the man but in vain. She was unable to bring the blade to do much good or damage. Suddenly, she felt the strong grip of the man’s hand on her throat.
A sudden surge of pain and desperation rose inside her. She had been in situations like this before but the strength of the other man seemed to nullify any effort she made. Her training was for naught against the noose like hand. Her air was slowly leaving her and a buzzing in her ears had begun. The young girl’s eyes began to fill with water. Her struggling became less and less.
When Ravos warned off Tyrhallan, Alexa gritted her teeth and tried to tell the knight captain to kill the bastard but only managed a hiss and gurgling sound. When the silverhaired Venray offered his life for exchange of hers, a sudden surge of strength returned and she tried to struggle, especially when her lord took Fatebringer from her hands. “N…OO…N..o” Alexa tried to prevent the captain from making that deal.
“Don’t worry Brightwind, you’ll be fine. It will all be fine.”
Anger began to well up in her. By the All Mother, how could her lord be so stupid. There was nothing that would prevent the Viemese from killing her once he died. She wished the Knight Captain would runt he blade of the ancestral sword through both of them. The young knight would gladly give her life to kill this foe who had bested General Uilies and who had managed to fend off the famed Venray Captain. “Live you fool, we need you alive.” Her brain screamed as darkness started to creep in on the edges of her vision. She could not even swallow so her saliva dripped off in drool from the corners of her mouth.
“Try this on for size!”
A cry came just before the darkness began to take her. Alexa felt the impact of something and immediately felt the release of her neck. She fell to the side, forgotten as Tyrhallan’s blade dove deep into the man’s flesh. With a thud and a grunt she fell to the metal deck. Her breath came in gasps and she was dizzy. It was all she could do to hold on to the knight captain and not follow the body of their general to the sky. Still unfocused and seeing sparkles, Alexa saw the man’s neck flow red and saw his body plummet.
“Hold on!”
The young girl did as she was told with whatever strength she could muster. She could still feel the pressure of the big man’s hand on her throat. Had he crushed her windpipe? No she could still breath. It produced a wheezing sound but she could draw breath. The flew vertically and to the side. Her vision slowly returned to normal.
Not too far away, Tobin saw them and rushed as much as he could bringing the wyrm behind him. The young mage noticed a problem however, There was only room for two of them. “Damn it, where the hell is Alexa’s wyrm” The lad said desperately. As if to answer his desperate wish, a teal colored streak made its way towards them. “Thank Gia, there is that stupid beautiful beast.” The young mage hoped that they could all depart from the chaotic skies.
Arn was still in his meditative state but sleepily looked up to see the trio flying towards him like some sort of dream. The closer Eilis came, the more he sensed her. A slight smile appeared on his face. His body could not help it. This was a natural reaction to sensing his lovely charge close. Even if he was not fully aware, his mind and soul knew how important Eilis was to him. He would do anything for her. The master mage already had decided in his heart that Tourmaline would inhabit his charge no longer than was needed to get the necessary equipment and consumables needed. She would be free.
Fer followed behind both brightly garbed and armored men in front of him. Ironically that he would take the back row being the wielder of the Legendary Shield. This made the young hero wonder, why had he been selected to carry such an artifact? It was not like he had ever worn or used something like that back on earth in his past life. He was a stealth warrior. The bow would have been more his tune. Now, he had to be the one in the front, visible to all, willingly be the one to take the hits. It made no sense.
He caught the movement as Cole drew the sword. Even in his timeline, the shield hero had always known that swords mean authority. From what he could remember from history, swords were the weapons of nobles, rich people, and influential people. It was the main weapon of knights and kings. It made sense that his partner had been chosen to wield it. His companion was heroic, noble and just. A sword was perfect for him.
Apparently, the people in the room agreed as there were excited whispers, approving nods, and cheers Even now, the Sword was being recognized as the weapon that would save them from the waves. Few eyes gave Fer a look. Those that did lingered with a suspicious or distasteful look on their eyes. It was almost as if his presence was not welcomed. The young shield did not care for attention. He felt more comfortable in the shadows.
The royal voice of the king presented them. Fer lifted both eyebrows in surprise that he had even been mentioned. That was something at least. Not that he cared for credit but he was hoping people were not going out of their way to discredit anything he did. Cole may be the face of the group but they were all a team. The last thing the young hero wanted was for his companion to feel that again he was being thrust into the leadership role.
Fer raised his hand to wave, not really knowing what to do and not to appear rude for the recognition. The shield hero almost bumped into his friend when Cole abruptly stopped as the shield was not paying attention where he was going. Even behind the pair in front of him, the wielder of the shield was able to see the regalia that adorned the king.
“This celebration must be more than just a thank you”. Fer thought. “The small party is probably hand picked. They will be the witnesses of the abilities of the heroes who are in the service of the king.” The young hero smirked. Young he may look but this king was no fool. Unlike Cole, the shield did not notice the tired eyes of a person burdened with the weight of the crown.
The young hero could not help but raise an eyebrow and offer a sardonic smile at the declaration of the king. He was praising them yes, but he was also advertising and perhaps warning. “Politics sure are a game I never wish to have to play directly. For now, I guess I will continue my role as pawn.” The young shield thought.
Fer joined in the applause that was the result of the great speech that held many lines to read between. “I wonder if our fans would have been so warm if we had failed. Or maybe they would just have found new heroes.” A gloomy thought appeared in his mind. There was still that itch that knowing a person before him had worn the shield. No one had mentioned that and Cole had only mentioned it in passing as if he had forgotten.
His musings came to an end when the king announced that there would be an addition to the party. His eyes eagerly took in their new would be companion. A hump came from his being when Fer saw that the person seemed to have animal features. He had seen the demi humans around the capital but he had never really been too close to one. They seemed to avoid crowded places, especially if the majority of the people were human. The animal like people used to keep their head down and avoid eye contact.
Fer would have been embarrassed if he realized he was openly staring. His eyes could not help but stick to the silvery hair of hers and those ears. Eventually he noticed her worn and tattered clothing. His brow furrowed. He hoped that poor girl had not volunteered out of need for food. The shield made it a point to figure out why the wolf? Girl had decided to join them on what could no doubt be a very dangerous assignment.
Something inside him made him notice that she was actually studying them. What was that Fer saw in her eyes…disillusionment? A slight smile appeared in the young man’s face. Yeah, I guess based on the stories he had heard, the heroes had big shoes to fill and big legends to live up to. He could not blame the raggedy girl for thinking them less than worthy. “Man is she going to be in for a surprise when she learns I am basically useless.” He snickered inside his mind.
The snicker went away as the girl stepped closer. Fer was captivated by her eyes. He seemed to be hypnotized. There was nothing like them in his Earth and he had never seen anything like them so far in this world. They were like two burning suns, shining. His mother had always told him that the eyes are the windows of the soul. If that was true, this wolf girl, for her ears seemed to be from some canine, had a spirit that could match any fire.
“Rivia Silvermane."
Her voice brought him out the trance and he cleared his throat figuring he would have to introduce himself at some point too. Fer watched her get on one knee and huffed out some air. “I hope the poor girl does not thing we are a pair of high born buffoons' or whatever. Well, the polite honorifics need to be performed I guess.” The hero realized Rivia was trying to be respectful.
"Rivia wishes to join your clan. Fight against the waves. Rivia is strong and willing to prove it."
Her statement brought a smile to his face. Yeah she was definitely brave. After all, few, even knights in the king’s service, had volunteered to be their companions. It had taken a holy warrior and now what seemed to be an indigenous person based on the way she addressed them. There was no way Fer could hide his pride. He remembered how villagers turned rebels had always been more than a handful for the organized armies of the government. Yes, this wolf girl would do be a welcome addition.
The Aether surged and pulsed. The Hellspawn was summoning huge amounts of energy. His Thread strained as he coaxed more and more energy from the surrounding skies. The aura around him was so charged that it was almost opaque instead of the usual translucent sheen. Eilis was sure to feel the power but should not feel fear by it. Instead, at this moment, he was akin to the power of a tornado or the magnificent of lighting.
Arn could feel the fear that emanated from his protégé not only because of his current connection to the Thread but also because of their own. He wanted to comfort her. To tell her that it would be ok. That he would protect her and no harm would come to her. In his mind, he saw the dark shadow of Tourmanaline. Even now, he could remember how the ancient mage’s power had felt. It had drawn him in. What sort of feats would he be able to do if he could tap into that power? What sort of awe inspiring feats would the dark mage be able to do through Arn?
Even amidst the chaos of the sky battle, though it was beginning to tell that the small pockets of resistance were slowly becoming less and less, the master mage found himself alone. Much like the way Eilis sensed spiritual energy like dots of light, currently, Arn could sense the tug and pull of those he was close to. Not far off, he could sense the battle raging on the deck of the mighty Viemese Imperator. Tobi’s bright energy seemed to be heading towards the red hot warrior energy of Tyrhallan.
At least the little fool was trying to follow his orders, The master mage thought. Eilis voice seemed to speak directly to his mind. The din of battle would have drown out her soft voice. Was this something to do with the fact that he felt closer to her due to the spirit communion with the dark being inside her? Was their Thread that much more intertwined. A sudden dark thought crossed his mind. What if the connection that had first drawn him to the lovely lady was not that of a soul mate but rather, the magnetism of the powerful entity inside her?
The Master Mage shook his head and closed his glowing eyes. He had to concentrate, already, his body was beginning to strain much the same like that of his young charge. The muscles of his shoulders, hands and fingers began to feel as if he had been digging through pebbles. However, the master mage was sure that his current pain was nothing compared to what the poor girl felt. This knowledge raised a need in his soul to free her from experiencing such pain again.
“You can’t fight if you have to do two things at the same time that are equally as taxing. I’ll guide Umbra, so you’ll be able to do whatever you have in mind.”
Arn nodded to the offer by the lovely blonde and relinquished the reins. On his left he saw the young female knight and close behind her the dusty hair of his young squad mate. In front of his, he saw Tyrhallan and the black armored brute fighting. It was now or never. Gritting his teetch as if he was trying to lift a great weight and letting out a roar as the energy was released from his hands like an avenging bolt of lighting. The energy surged forward in a zig zag pattern breaching the gap between Arn and the main bridge of the flying hulk.
The blue white energy that was released positively crackled and popped terrifyingly. The Master Mage’s body trembled as he fed more and more energy to the long column of electricity. The ozone became charged and hot. With a thunderous crash, the bolt of wild lighting hit the hull of the ship and made it groan. It even made it list slightly to one side. The unlucky occupants of the bridge were cooked alive as pure raw energy coursed through their bodies. Equipment and gear fared worse as they lost all power. The ship suddenly started to veer towards it port and down. Not even alarms sounded as the great metal hulk began to plummet.
Arn sank into the saddle behind Eilis utterly spent. He took ragged breaths as if he had just ran a great distance. His arms wrapped around the waist of his protégé seeking not only an anchor but also protectively. “I hope that is enough to pull the captain from the frey….If you see an opening Eilis, we must head out. I will not be much help for a little while.”
Tobi and Alexa had managed to land on the deck of the ship moments before the Hellspawn had released the fearsome bolt. Tyrhallan was doing well and the young mage hoped that the fight would soon be won. A shriek rang out to his left where Alexa had landed her wyrm. With an athletic hop she had gotten off her mount. Her pretty face was twisted in what looked like pain and horror. Being unable to just leave the flying vehicle he had commandeered, the dusty haired lad instead followed the path of her line of sight.
Suddenly, the reason for her distress was obvious. The elder knight who had inspired such vigor from the troops at the start of the battle was on the floor unmoving. A credit to his profession, the elder man had sunken down only to his knees and not fully succumbed. As Alexa reach the body and lifted up the grey head calling out desperately the old man’s name, it was obvious that little life, if any remained in the body of the elder Venray.
“General! GENERAL!!”
The wails came from the blonde lass. Suddenly, the electric bolt struck as if trying to avenge the death of the commander of the Belesian forces. The ship rocked and Fate Bringer began to slide off. The young knight made a grab for it, letting go of the General’s body that fell to the ground just as Tyrhallan looked back. Alexa’s hand closed on the grip of the sword as if the weapon was possessing her. It was believed, that the soul of a warrior rested on their weapon. With tears in her eyes, she propelled herself forward. “You dammed bastard! I’ll kill you!” Her voice called in challenge as she had to put effort in lifting the Venray blade over her head aiming to cleave Ravos from head to toe taking advantage of the slight opening caused by the sudden jerk.
The sword came down just as the ship began its downward descent. The anti-grav engines fleeting in and out of power. Hopefully, the Viemese knight would have to make a choice in either letting go of Tyrhallan and evading the blow or meet the sharp edge of the ancestral Venray blade.
Arn could feel the fear that emanated from his protégé not only because of his current connection to the Thread but also because of their own. He wanted to comfort her. To tell her that it would be ok. That he would protect her and no harm would come to her. In his mind, he saw the dark shadow of Tourmanaline. Even now, he could remember how the ancient mage’s power had felt. It had drawn him in. What sort of feats would he be able to do if he could tap into that power? What sort of awe inspiring feats would the dark mage be able to do through Arn?
Even amidst the chaos of the sky battle, though it was beginning to tell that the small pockets of resistance were slowly becoming less and less, the master mage found himself alone. Much like the way Eilis sensed spiritual energy like dots of light, currently, Arn could sense the tug and pull of those he was close to. Not far off, he could sense the battle raging on the deck of the mighty Viemese Imperator. Tobi’s bright energy seemed to be heading towards the red hot warrior energy of Tyrhallan.
At least the little fool was trying to follow his orders, The master mage thought. Eilis voice seemed to speak directly to his mind. The din of battle would have drown out her soft voice. Was this something to do with the fact that he felt closer to her due to the spirit communion with the dark being inside her? Was their Thread that much more intertwined. A sudden dark thought crossed his mind. What if the connection that had first drawn him to the lovely lady was not that of a soul mate but rather, the magnetism of the powerful entity inside her?
The Master Mage shook his head and closed his glowing eyes. He had to concentrate, already, his body was beginning to strain much the same like that of his young charge. The muscles of his shoulders, hands and fingers began to feel as if he had been digging through pebbles. However, the master mage was sure that his current pain was nothing compared to what the poor girl felt. This knowledge raised a need in his soul to free her from experiencing such pain again.
“You can’t fight if you have to do two things at the same time that are equally as taxing. I’ll guide Umbra, so you’ll be able to do whatever you have in mind.”
Arn nodded to the offer by the lovely blonde and relinquished the reins. On his left he saw the young female knight and close behind her the dusty hair of his young squad mate. In front of his, he saw Tyrhallan and the black armored brute fighting. It was now or never. Gritting his teetch as if he was trying to lift a great weight and letting out a roar as the energy was released from his hands like an avenging bolt of lighting. The energy surged forward in a zig zag pattern breaching the gap between Arn and the main bridge of the flying hulk.
The blue white energy that was released positively crackled and popped terrifyingly. The Master Mage’s body trembled as he fed more and more energy to the long column of electricity. The ozone became charged and hot. With a thunderous crash, the bolt of wild lighting hit the hull of the ship and made it groan. It even made it list slightly to one side. The unlucky occupants of the bridge were cooked alive as pure raw energy coursed through their bodies. Equipment and gear fared worse as they lost all power. The ship suddenly started to veer towards it port and down. Not even alarms sounded as the great metal hulk began to plummet.
Arn sank into the saddle behind Eilis utterly spent. He took ragged breaths as if he had just ran a great distance. His arms wrapped around the waist of his protégé seeking not only an anchor but also protectively. “I hope that is enough to pull the captain from the frey….If you see an opening Eilis, we must head out. I will not be much help for a little while.”
Tobi and Alexa had managed to land on the deck of the ship moments before the Hellspawn had released the fearsome bolt. Tyrhallan was doing well and the young mage hoped that the fight would soon be won. A shriek rang out to his left where Alexa had landed her wyrm. With an athletic hop she had gotten off her mount. Her pretty face was twisted in what looked like pain and horror. Being unable to just leave the flying vehicle he had commandeered, the dusty haired lad instead followed the path of her line of sight.
Suddenly, the reason for her distress was obvious. The elder knight who had inspired such vigor from the troops at the start of the battle was on the floor unmoving. A credit to his profession, the elder man had sunken down only to his knees and not fully succumbed. As Alexa reach the body and lifted up the grey head calling out desperately the old man’s name, it was obvious that little life, if any remained in the body of the elder Venray.
“General! GENERAL!!”
The wails came from the blonde lass. Suddenly, the electric bolt struck as if trying to avenge the death of the commander of the Belesian forces. The ship rocked and Fate Bringer began to slide off. The young knight made a grab for it, letting go of the General’s body that fell to the ground just as Tyrhallan looked back. Alexa’s hand closed on the grip of the sword as if the weapon was possessing her. It was believed, that the soul of a warrior rested on their weapon. With tears in her eyes, she propelled herself forward. “You dammed bastard! I’ll kill you!” Her voice called in challenge as she had to put effort in lifting the Venray blade over her head aiming to cleave Ravos from head to toe taking advantage of the slight opening caused by the sudden jerk.
The sword came down just as the ship began its downward descent. The anti-grav engines fleeting in and out of power. Hopefully, the Viemese knight would have to make a choice in either letting go of Tyrhallan and evading the blow or meet the sharp edge of the ancestral Venray blade.
@Lunarlord34 aww sorry to hear that you are feeling bad. I am sending good vibes your way. Looking forward to meeting the furry lol.
I will try to post something tonight. It may not be long but I will try to make it worth the wait. Glad to hear you love our RP. I hope I have been providing enough sustenance. if there is something you want to see from me please let me know.
Time:7 PM
Location: River Port
Interactions:, Rue @Potter Bowyn @Helo
Equipment: basic travel pack, medical pack, and weapons. 839 Amas.
The young dwarf tried to read the expression on the two fairies as he revealed what had been revealed to him not a day before. He did not know what he expected but he knew that carrying the secret was too much for him even if it meant breaking protocol and endangering his mission. But then again, what was his mission? All that had been revealed to him was his parentage and the need for him to meet with the Light Elven Princess Annya Olsen.
He did not even know the contents of the letter that was in his hand. The young medic had obeyed fully like a true soldier. No questions asked. Why had he done that? Was the training all dwarves underwent so ingrained in his psyche that he could not help but follow the rules and regulations? Or had it been a way for him to conveniently fool himself that he had no choice? There was a sense of duty yes, but he could have performed that duty just as well doing the job he was trained to do instead of trying to take a crash course on being a royal prince.
So why had he decided to take this mission? Was he trying to gain the respect and prove himself worthy to a father he never knew and a King who he had never met? If that was the case, then he was indeed a fool. It almost felt as if he had revealed his identity to the two winter fairies as a way to hear what they had to say. His lack of social interactions other than those required in the healing and saving of patients was becoming painfully obvious.
The young would be prince could not have blamed Bowyn for his mistrust at his apparent duplicity. Right now, even Arn did not know who he was. Somehow the revelation of the blood that ran through is veins had disrupted the solid foundation that Thur had managed to build as his father. The roots that ran as deep as mountains now felt more brittle than dried clay. The young dwarf’s eyes reflected nothing but confusion and in small amounts, some sort of plea.
The medic in him would have laughed however at any assumptions that he would stay far from the battle. He had not earned his nick name by being passive and letting other fight his battles. Death’s Thorn was a call sign he had earned by literally pulling a victim from death’s jaws. One would actually say he was recklessly and foolishly brave. Running head long into a barrage of enemy fire or where battle was the fiercest to save people.
What the white haired lad got right however, was that Arn would not willingly enable or assist the fairy in any action that would cause death or harm, even if it was to the dark elves who had so willingly cut the neck of his step brother just a night ago. This stance had earned him much mistrust and ridicule amongst his own race, so it would not be so strange to received that from someone else.
“Well, excuse me for not bowing, your majesty. I would’ve preferred you a flock of pixies.”
A relieved chuckle began to escape Arn’s mouth as he thought hat Bowyn was being his usually irreverent self. He even managed to jokingly exclaim “No bow necessary Bowyn. I wish my secret was about a flock of pixies too…” he suddenly caught the look of distrust and judgment on his companion’s icy blue eyes. The brows on the young dwarf's face became furrowed in consternation. What was wrong? Why was Bowyn looking at him as if he was the enemy? The young medics brown eyes moved from the lad’s face to that of Rue’s hoping he did not find the same distrust in them.
Had he been wrong in revealing the secret? He had hoped that coming clean would actually elicit trust from the two winter fairies but it seemed to have done just the opposite. Apparently, his judgment was terrible. Not a good sign for somebody that might be a ruler some day….if they all survived to see that day come to pass that is.
“And after you find this elven princess, what are your plans then? Form an alliance and return home? What use do you have in mind for a couple of winter faery? A place within the dwarven army perhaps? Or maybe offer us up to the elf as a gift?”
The bitterness in the questions of Bowyn fired at him stung like actual wounds. His mouth opened to defend himself to put his companions at ease but only managed to blubber a few unintelligible sounds. The young soldier blinked his eyes rapidly as if trying to focus his thoughts. Finally, he clasped his mouth close, took a deep breath with his eyes closed and then after a few breaths he opend his eyes and the calm Arn was back.
“Bowyn, I truly apologize for having offended in you. It was not my intention. I revealed the information in a selfish desire to have others share the burden that it weighed in my heart. If you permit me to answer your questions. I think we all have vehemently established that I have no idea what I will say or do when I meet the princess. That is the quandary how we met. I hope that what is inside this letter can help with that.” He held up the letter that had been give to him and shrugged.
“Perhaps that is a foolish faith to place on written word. I am afraid that returning home may not be an option though based on what I think many of us saw advertised on the sky alliances would not be out of the question.” The young medic took another long breath. He needed to quell the raging storm of emotions in his soul.
He truly did not understand why Bowyn had felt so attacked at this revelation. Worse still, were the implications the last three questions posed. It implied that Arn had willingly deceived them for some nefarious end. As if still hearing the questions on his mind he shook his head. “There is nothing that I would require of you other than your company. That has not changed Bowyn. I know it is null to say this but you need not worry about any harm on my part.” The young dwarf shrugged. “Though I must honestly say that offering you as a gift had not even crossed my mind.”
He stood up from the chair he had been sitting while detailing his secret. “If you feel that you are not able to trust me to continue travelling with me, I completely understand and will hence depart. This war will already have distrust and fear running rampant. I will not be the reason why two considerate fairies have to watch their back.” The young medic bowed slightly and turned to exit.
His heart was heavy and he would be lying to himself it he did not admit that a rejection from the two winter fairies did not hurt him more than it should have. Why had he invested so much in this chance partnership? It was unfair of him to put such expectation on two fairies he had just met. There was something about the seemingly fate like encounter. It was folly after all. Perhaps he had hoped that he would not have to face the magnitude of his new heritage and the implication of doing what he could to not only safe guard his race but in some way help those that this war would harm, to include the two white haired travellers. And their little wolf too.
Location: River Port
Interactions:, Rue @Potter Bowyn @Helo
Equipment: basic travel pack, medical pack, and weapons. 839 Amas.
The young dwarf tried to read the expression on the two fairies as he revealed what had been revealed to him not a day before. He did not know what he expected but he knew that carrying the secret was too much for him even if it meant breaking protocol and endangering his mission. But then again, what was his mission? All that had been revealed to him was his parentage and the need for him to meet with the Light Elven Princess Annya Olsen.
He did not even know the contents of the letter that was in his hand. The young medic had obeyed fully like a true soldier. No questions asked. Why had he done that? Was the training all dwarves underwent so ingrained in his psyche that he could not help but follow the rules and regulations? Or had it been a way for him to conveniently fool himself that he had no choice? There was a sense of duty yes, but he could have performed that duty just as well doing the job he was trained to do instead of trying to take a crash course on being a royal prince.
So why had he decided to take this mission? Was he trying to gain the respect and prove himself worthy to a father he never knew and a King who he had never met? If that was the case, then he was indeed a fool. It almost felt as if he had revealed his identity to the two winter fairies as a way to hear what they had to say. His lack of social interactions other than those required in the healing and saving of patients was becoming painfully obvious.
The young would be prince could not have blamed Bowyn for his mistrust at his apparent duplicity. Right now, even Arn did not know who he was. Somehow the revelation of the blood that ran through is veins had disrupted the solid foundation that Thur had managed to build as his father. The roots that ran as deep as mountains now felt more brittle than dried clay. The young dwarf’s eyes reflected nothing but confusion and in small amounts, some sort of plea.
The medic in him would have laughed however at any assumptions that he would stay far from the battle. He had not earned his nick name by being passive and letting other fight his battles. Death’s Thorn was a call sign he had earned by literally pulling a victim from death’s jaws. One would actually say he was recklessly and foolishly brave. Running head long into a barrage of enemy fire or where battle was the fiercest to save people.
What the white haired lad got right however, was that Arn would not willingly enable or assist the fairy in any action that would cause death or harm, even if it was to the dark elves who had so willingly cut the neck of his step brother just a night ago. This stance had earned him much mistrust and ridicule amongst his own race, so it would not be so strange to received that from someone else.
“Well, excuse me for not bowing, your majesty. I would’ve preferred you a flock of pixies.”
A relieved chuckle began to escape Arn’s mouth as he thought hat Bowyn was being his usually irreverent self. He even managed to jokingly exclaim “No bow necessary Bowyn. I wish my secret was about a flock of pixies too…” he suddenly caught the look of distrust and judgment on his companion’s icy blue eyes. The brows on the young dwarf's face became furrowed in consternation. What was wrong? Why was Bowyn looking at him as if he was the enemy? The young medics brown eyes moved from the lad’s face to that of Rue’s hoping he did not find the same distrust in them.
Had he been wrong in revealing the secret? He had hoped that coming clean would actually elicit trust from the two winter fairies but it seemed to have done just the opposite. Apparently, his judgment was terrible. Not a good sign for somebody that might be a ruler some day….if they all survived to see that day come to pass that is.
“And after you find this elven princess, what are your plans then? Form an alliance and return home? What use do you have in mind for a couple of winter faery? A place within the dwarven army perhaps? Or maybe offer us up to the elf as a gift?”
The bitterness in the questions of Bowyn fired at him stung like actual wounds. His mouth opened to defend himself to put his companions at ease but only managed to blubber a few unintelligible sounds. The young soldier blinked his eyes rapidly as if trying to focus his thoughts. Finally, he clasped his mouth close, took a deep breath with his eyes closed and then after a few breaths he opend his eyes and the calm Arn was back.
“Bowyn, I truly apologize for having offended in you. It was not my intention. I revealed the information in a selfish desire to have others share the burden that it weighed in my heart. If you permit me to answer your questions. I think we all have vehemently established that I have no idea what I will say or do when I meet the princess. That is the quandary how we met. I hope that what is inside this letter can help with that.” He held up the letter that had been give to him and shrugged.
“Perhaps that is a foolish faith to place on written word. I am afraid that returning home may not be an option though based on what I think many of us saw advertised on the sky alliances would not be out of the question.” The young medic took another long breath. He needed to quell the raging storm of emotions in his soul.
He truly did not understand why Bowyn had felt so attacked at this revelation. Worse still, were the implications the last three questions posed. It implied that Arn had willingly deceived them for some nefarious end. As if still hearing the questions on his mind he shook his head. “There is nothing that I would require of you other than your company. That has not changed Bowyn. I know it is null to say this but you need not worry about any harm on my part.” The young dwarf shrugged. “Though I must honestly say that offering you as a gift had not even crossed my mind.”
He stood up from the chair he had been sitting while detailing his secret. “If you feel that you are not able to trust me to continue travelling with me, I completely understand and will hence depart. This war will already have distrust and fear running rampant. I will not be the reason why two considerate fairies have to watch their back.” The young medic bowed slightly and turned to exit.
His heart was heavy and he would be lying to himself it he did not admit that a rejection from the two winter fairies did not hurt him more than it should have. Why had he invested so much in this chance partnership? It was unfair of him to put such expectation on two fairies he had just met. There was something about the seemingly fate like encounter. It was folly after all. Perhaps he had hoped that he would not have to face the magnitude of his new heritage and the implication of doing what he could to not only safe guard his race but in some way help those that this war would harm, to include the two white haired travellers. And their little wolf too.
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