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Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

@Shikaru Thank you for info. I'm looking forward to your post ;)

Starfall

​"Nathair-Sgiathach Marcach", Nathair paused, "from the North Coast." He looked the man @Athoriel in the armor with the loyal mule and was somewhat taken back by the sudden inquiry of his name. Then he looked at the First Sword into eyes and nodded, "I will be training by the gates shortly if I am needed again." Nathair then turned around and headed towards the kitchen for a quick meal.

In stead of going back in through the armory, Nathair took a short detour to go through the front door in hopes to see Daz @RainDash somewhere. She was never in one place for too long. That is at least how it seemed for him and that made it difficult to keep track of her. Nathair looked around hoping to see Daz somewhere nearby and there she was talking to Avanir @Crazy Doctor by the dome. He started heading that way.

That was when the horrific shriek sounded from the dome. Nathair stopped that instant and staired towards the dome. He had not heard a shriek like that since that winter. He picked up his speed and paced to the dome. "Dragons don't make that sound often. When they do, they are..." Nathair pushed the thought away.

"...not to get punished." Nathair heard Daz endin her sentece when he arrived. "Wha- ...", he cut short when his eyes turned towards the sight in the dome. He saw two dragons and Sigil@Tancuras. His eyes turned to the suffering, weak and deprived being that struggled in celelyrium chains. Nathair's face went dark and his pulse began to rise slightly. That was not the way to treat a dragon for him. When he saw Sigil draw his whip out and start subjecting the new dragon he clenched his fist so hard that it began to turn white. He had not been in the Guild for long and this was the first time he anything like this.

"Daz", Nathair kept his eyes at the sight in Dome, "let's go. We have things to do."

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

@Shikaru Cool beans! ;)

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

Hey guys? Are you still going to play or?

Starfall

Nathair looked at the saddle and then at Cedric@Athoriel. "To the dome, you say?" He looked again at the ornamented saddle, smiled and grabbed the saddle to lift it. “This for Guildmaster’s new dragon?”

Nathair was not the strongest of men in the Guild but he had enough to lift this saddle with someone else. He did admire the craft that had been employed to make the beautiful saddle. He didn’t consider the decor necessary but it was impossible not to admire the work. He preferred saddles that were lighter to carry, that were practical and did what they were designed to do. That was just him though.

Starfall

​Nathair nodded at Melanya [@King of Doom] as a sign that her command had been heard. During his short time with the Guild, he had understood that Melanya was not a woman of long exchanges when she was giving commands. I might bother some, but not him. Where he came from, work was work and other things had to wait until after work. At some other time, at some other place and position he might've actually attempted to have a chat but not now. He had been given a task to do.

Before heading out Nathair turned back to the window and closed it. "See you later", he said to the scenerey at the mountains in the distance. He took his kampilan from the rack on the night table by the window and put to it's sheath. Then he took the karambits and strapped them to his thighs. Without delaying any more he headed towards the armory where Cedric @Athoriel was expecting him.

The stone walls and simple pillars echoed his steps as he paced towards the armory. The breakfast was already over so he would have to grab something if he had time or wait for lunch. Both were fine for him. He reached Melanya in the stairs towards the dining hall and was Sind @Grimoire talking to her. Nathair can come across as hard and cold because of his sharper facial features. Especially now days because of his general gloomy being. No wonder Sind went silent and drew back, given his timid nature. That was not what he in his heart wants. As Nathair passed the two he pulled a friendly smile on his face. "Ma'm, Sind", said briefly as he nodded.

Nathair paced down the stairs and swinged into the armory. As he opened the heavy door, he notified Cedric @Athoriel of his prescence. "Sir First Sword", said he, "I was to help you with something."

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

@Baklava Yes, your characters are the only ones that are in the party.

Thank you @Lord Santa for the edit! That looks much better now.

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

@BytheSpleen, @Lord Santa, @Shikaru, @Jozarin, @Baklava, @nrtashi

Okay folks! The game is on. Make your entrances!

The order of round will be according to the entrance posts.

@Jozarin I hope you make it to finish your character for the entrance round!

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

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Hear all citizens! King Gonagas, the Lord of this land and the Defender of the people, has sent out a decree to all cities, towns and villages; to all who are now living within the boundaries of the Kingdom. Hear the words of your King!

From King Mikill Gonagas to all ready and able who are willing to take up arms in defence of the Realm,

The Kingdom is facing a threat from the surrounding countries and the lands round about it which requires immediate action. To protect the freedom of the people, I, the King, will send a dispatch of the Royal Guard joined with all the volunteers who are given a rank in the Guard, on a pre-emptive quest to strengthen the position of the Kingdom and our ability to defend it.

Report at the gates of Helsset, the City of the King, before the harvest season begins.

May the hand of The Guardian be over us all.

This was the tidings the messenger came with. You are a person of remarkable skill and talent in your art be it swordsmanship, controlling the supernatural and the elements, stealth, alchemy or any other craft. Regardless of the questions and doubts the strange and unexpected open call aroused, you answered and left for Helsset. Whether it was glory or adventure, title or rank, revenge or revolution. You had your reasons.

You met a group of other volunteers in the previous village you traveled through, the village of Giron - the last at least somewhat politically meaningful village on this streak before arriving to Helsset. Since Giron, you have been traveling together as a party. That was three days ago.

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The Aanaar Fields, Noon

It is a sunny day just before midday. A small group of men and women who heeded the call of the King have walked steadily towards their destination since sunrise. They had a breakfast before packing the camp and a lunch while walking. In a week they would begin their training with the Royal Guard.

As the group descends from the Giron Plateau through the Rocky Gate, a beautiful and peaceful view opens before them. Protected by a grayish brown mountain range in the West and another in the North, a vast green field expands towards South making a gentle slope towards the Western shore of Lake Guhkki. In the protecting embrace of the mountains, this isolated place strikes with a clear aura of peace and idyllic, simple lifestyle. One could wonder how it is possible considering it's position as place everyone passes through on their way to Helsset.

Further towards South there is a waterfall raging down from the mountains into a large, dense mixed tree forest. It starts a river that streams through the forest and the field in a Northeast direction into the lake; first coming out from the forest as a minor rapid, then calming down to a rather calm river.

Along the river in the distance of a couple of miles they see the picturesque farmer village of Avveel - the village where they would stay over the night and restock for the remaining journey to Helsset. It is surrounded by fields on both sides of the river. There are not many out working now since it is a time for a longer break. Still they can see a few dots working for the bread of the village and it's guests. The sky is clear and a gentle wind is sweeping over the lands in refreshing waves. Far on the other side of Lake Guhkki, mighty rocky hills rise towards the skies.

In a shouting distance towards the Northern mountain range on the left side of the gravel road to the village there is a young boy. He is walking back and forth, investigating the ground around the bigger and smaller rocks and boulders. Clearly he is looking for something.

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

@Jozarin When are you planning to finish your character?