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The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Keenan didn't even flinch as the wolf was obliterated in front of him. He kept facing the woods until the rest of the corrupt pack showed itself and charged the party. rather than remain braced, however, Keenan charged for the silver wolf as it came towards him. As he charged he subtly tapped into the magic the Fae left behind in the wake of her spell, no one would be the wiser but as the two were about to meet the wolf's front legs were suddenly snared. The wolf was stopped for the split second needed for Keenan to drive his knee into the underside of it's jack, and with a wet crack the wolf's jaw was broken. The stunned beast was then subjected to a flurry from the Twin Fang's blades, ending it's miserable life.

Standing over it's body Keenan roared a challenge at the other brown wolf and it came barreling into him in answer. He took the charge and the two entering a fierce grapple.

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As soon as the first wolf was gone Lothian aimed for the treeline and began shooting with his crossbow a moment before the wolves had come charging out of the woods. He continued aiming as he had before, taking every available shot to either weaken, maim, or kill. He slowly stepped backward to put himself behind the others as he did to avoid the melee so he could keep firing but he drew his shortsword in case it found him anyway.

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The Winged Defenders' keep was certainly something to behold, rivaling even the opulent palaces of the Five Kings. It certainly had an impression on Sabine when he first arrived, mainly that it was still seemed so grand despite being a bit more practical that a fanciful showpiece. He'd spent most of his time in Tur in the keep for his training, with only a few ventures out to wander the country, as he's only been in the Kingdom for a few month longer than he's been training. It had been initially hard to find as not many of Tur's citizens were all that willing to give direction to a foreigner from the Main.

Yet now here he was, sure they probably didn't expect he'll be chosen by a dragon but still here he was, at least he had a shot.

He had been out when they recalled him, another one of his trips just to see the land but once he'd received the summons he began the trek back to the village. After an uneventful ride he was back to find some new activity in the village, he already knew what is was about though: there was to be another rite soon. It seemed that there were going to be more recruits returned and with there not being much time he decided against returning to his room and opted to wait at the bar and headed that way. that's when he noticed someone he hadn't seen around before. A man about his age wearing armor with the queen's symbol on it, new recruit it seemed. He went over to a seat near him and greeted the man, Mainlander accent in his voice as he spoke "greetings, friend" he made a gesture to the barmaid, ordering his usual drink "you're a new one, da? and a rite so soon. Anxious?" he took his drink from the maid and awaited a reply.

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Sabine

Sabine

Sabine

Age
23
Gender
Male
New or Been in Trianing
Training a little over a year
Other
A peculiar nomadic warrior, Sabine originated from the lands of the Five Kings before traveling to the small Kingdom of Tur.

Daken
"King of The Storm"

Daken

Class of Dragon
Light
Strengths
- Very fast flier
- Can turn invisible at will
- Strengthened when hit by lightning
- Can channel lightning through his wings and create a thungerclap by beating them together
Weaknesses
- Uncomfortable in darkness
- Getting wet can make his lightning attacks go haywire
- Must cast off built up lightning charge to become completely invisible
Other
An oddity among his kind, Daken prefers to spend his time in storms with the bright flashes from lightning and thunder rather than the sun, hence his nickname.

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The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

During the trek Lothian tried to gather the names of some of the party that he didn't yet know and shared his as well. He didn't keep for much conversation on the road though and eventually went much quieter and put his hood up as the road got more populated, trying to avoid the looks he'd inevitably receive. He was silently thankful for the Templar, as most of the traffic wanted to avoid the party because of him.

When they stopped he was ready to answer in favor of continuing through the forest almost as soon as Val started talking but then they heard screams. He began scanning the treeline after the first scream, his eyes never left it even as he dismounted along with Val. In the short tense silence after the second scream he actually chuckled "Heh, normally I'm the thing haunting the woods" but quickly shut up as the creature appeared.

He readied his crossbow and took aim as the corrupt wolf began to charge. Targeting it's untainted side he released a few shots, hoping to weaken it's charge if he could not kill it.

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Keenan had been mostly silent during the trip but as he faced down a charging scorn-wolf he sighed and muttered "aren't these adventures suppose to start with rats?" still he had stepped forward, blades drawn, and braced against the wolf's charge, sharp parts forward and ready to throw a kick to the underside of it's jaw when it got close.

All the while he could feel the Fae manipulating dark magic behind him, the presence of the shared magic tickling at his back but with a short huff he kept his focus on the creature before him.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Keenan refused assistance as he put on the armor and as a result it took him a bit to get it on, further lengthened when he shifted to avoid being hit by an overexcited Fae with a large book. He had actually chuckled at that, smirking at the Fae's antics as he finished putting on the armor.

Once it was on he felt it's power begin to boil up within him, and his rage right along with it. For a brief moment he lost control, turning toward the sounds of the templar arguing with an orc. His face was stone but his eyes were filled with hatred and fury as he glared right at Val's armored figure. He took only a few steps in his direction, hand on the hilt of his sword, before he reigned himself in. He stopped for a second to get his breathing back under control and relax his stance before moving on to follow.

He wasn't able to make out what was said during the brief spat between Val and Adra but decided against speaking to anyone just yet. pleasantries could be handled somewhere other than this damned throne room anyway.

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Lothian was still a bit out of it, it may have gotten easier to handle the input from his heightened senses but he'd yet to manage to fully make sense of it all. He almost considered removing the cloak to return his senses to normal but stopped himself, thinking he might as well get the hang of this sooner rather than later. Thankfully, that didn't prove overly difficult and soon amidst the ringing he was able to make out an argument between other members of the party.

He only caught the tail end of it so he didn't know what the issue was. He walked over and stopped briefly by the group and considered saying something but decided against it not wanting to get involved in such things, at least this early in their adventure. So he carried on and followed the Templar, hoping for a chance to get to know at least some of his companions in a different setting.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

@Lord Zee sorry, been a bit busy. I'll probably post maybe tomorrow, if not Monday at the latest.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

As a way of answering Lothian's question the Emperor simply had the artifacts brought into the room. Enchanted weapons and trinkets from a time long past. It made sense that this is what they'd turn out to be, Lothian was struck with the feeling that his question was actually a bit silly.

A short moment later Lothian turned toward the sudden sound of glass breaking, only to see that a woman with a large staff seemed to have knocked over a glass pitcher, his gaze lingered on the floating staff for only a second before looking back to the rest of the relics. Being largely unversed in such things as magic he was hoping he could find something a bit simpler.

He spotted something promising a moment later, a cloak made from the pelt of some beast. There was no card for this one, in fact it was so forgotten that it had actually been used as a makeshift cover when the artifacts were first brought in, as he had not noticed this Lothian mistook it for what it actually was. Taking up the cloak he threw it on, tying it in place and waiting to see if any effects were apparent. Shortly after he flinched, shut his eyes, and covered his ears as his senses were overwhelmed. It took him a minute to realize that this was not the cloak's doing, not directly at least. He soon found that the cloak wasn't assaulting his senses, it was enhancing them.

His eyes were the first to adjust, the light becoming bearable again and he reckoned seeing in the dark might've just gotten easier for him. Next were his ears, he could pickup faints sounds in the room and the normal sounds become near-deafening, it'd take him a bit to get used to this. As his senses adjusted he realized his sense of smell got a boost too but that hadn't been as intense at least, though the raggedy one with the ghost cat could do with a bath...

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Keenan watched the relics be rolled out along with a couple of the first selections, making a note to be careful around the lying cat. As he was watching one of the artifacts quickly caught his eye. It was a set of black armor laid out on one of the carts, unremarkable really but still it caught his attention and held it as he approached even when the sound of a pitcher breaking rang out. The card by the armor had a simple name, "Berserker plate", whether or not that was the armor's true name has been forgotten, this new one given seemingly in light of it's apparent abilities.

House Thrace actually held some knowledge of this artifact, if not by much more than the imperials did, among their many secrets. This armor had not belonged to Dramoria, but instead to the old king Thrace. A fact that the noble house had kept all this time, though unfortunately details of it's capabilities were lost along with it, and a fact that resulted in Keenan interest with the thing. It was with a bit of a grin that he began putting some pieces of the armor on his arm, smaller plates slinking out from under larger ones to leave no flesh unprotected. Flexing his grip a bit he murmured "This will do nicely.