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Eil Orliad: The Forgotten Prophecy

@Zelosse little elf girl?

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Eleanor Jehenne

_@Rekaigan

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Eleanor winced when he heard someone catch up to her. She glanced over her shoulder and was somewhat relieved when she saw it was the elf...girl? Elf woman? She might be a thousand years old or something ridiculous like that. Either way, the elven...female introduced herself as Amila Yilen, 'Sage of the Wilds'. That caught her off guard; Eleanor wondered if she was really a proper "Sage", as in the title granted by the Sages of Ciir, or just a sage.

"Greetings, Amila Yilen." Eleanor slowed down a bit. "I am Lance Corporal Eleanor Jehenne." She repeated what she said just moments ago. The lance corporal extended her hand to return the handshake, though she leaned slightly backward and blinked at the raven on her shoulder.

"You have a pet raven?" Eleanor asked, transition her handshake into an inquisitive gesture at the black bird that was covered in strange blue markings. She thought to herself that it was better than having a large pet bear.

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Eleanor Jehenne

The eager new seeker followed Scholar Printh, though she did hang back to get a good look at what were going to be her fellow squadmates. She expected to see people like her- soldiers with enough combat experience to be prepared for intense warfare but not old enough to be jaded. Eager, hopeful, determined to fight and win.

Instead, what she got was a God Forsaken freakshow. Besides the priest and the elf girl, it looked like almost everyone here was some kind of deranged lunatic, monster, or rabble rouser. Oh, dear. Desperate times call for desperate measures, she supposed.

She was being far too judgemental. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad- it's not that she doubted their combat prowess, mroe that she doubted that they would do the right thing with said combat prowess. Swallowing her doubt, Eleanor Jehenne spoke up.

"Good evening, everyone. I'm Lance Corporal Eleanor Jehenne. I...look forward to getting to know and work with you all." She quickly walked on, following the Scholar out and not hoping to engage in conversation quite yet.

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

@Mattchstick I am

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Eleanor Jehenne

Eleanor did not look at the meal as she stood at attention to her assumed superior. "The meal is fine and welcome, thank you. We'll all eat fine meals when this is over, sir."

She continued. "My name is Lance Corporal Eleanor Jehenne of Jumme's finest, at your service, sir." Her back was straight and her chin was up, in full military discipline. It was how she treated all scholars back in Jumme, since almost all of them were Royal Scholars and they did vital research on history, magic, and were intelligent strategists to boot and often served alongside the Royal Commisioned Officers.

The downstairs area became more crowded and active, from the sound of it. A new wave of Seekers were arriving, it seemed. Eleanor was eager to begin.

"I think you have more guests, sir."

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@TheDarkTemplar no problem. I like to use it kinda like this, except we can use it to edit eachother's posts and interject and by the end we'll have a proper conversation.

I don't really mean to use it as a live chatroom

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@TheDarkTemplar sure

i think those of us in the house could all do a little conversation collab in a pirate pad or something. I'll send you and @Eisenhorn a link just in case that's what we end up doing- but if you've got a preferred platform we could easily switch to that.

if anyone else wants a link just ask me or those two. I don't want to post it right here because then some random schmuck could come along and ruin it.

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@Zelosse oh nooooo

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@AtomicNut because Scarlet is exactly the type of 'person' Eleanor wants to associate herself with.

On the other hand we do have two middle-aged guys who probably won't like each other? So there's that. one is friends with a giant bear, though.

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Eleanor Jehenne

The dirt path she had been following had given way to cobblestone. The soft padding of horse hoves on dirt slowly transitioned into the recognizable clip-clop of iron horseshoes on carved stone. The road beneath Lance Corporal Eleanor Jehenne had not been maintained for some time. Stubborn weeds grew to life between the spreading cracks between the cobblestone, and towards the edges most pieces had slowly crumbled into chunky gravel.

Color was not in abundance. Overarching was the theme of grey, light blue, and brown. A dreary combination of colors for a dreary time in history. The chilling wind brushes with her hair and her horse's mane; the thinner strands reaching to the left of her. Squinting against she gently reminded her loyal steed Isabel to not follow another dirt path that vanished into the forest. Signs of civilization, old and new, began cropping up. A wooden marker from decades ago had been knocked over, and in white, faded paint read the word 'Venridge'. A few moments later a ragged family unit came into view. Covered up for warmth an older gentlemen, apparant father to two children and husband to a wife who was busy with their young, nodded to her as she passed, recognizing her as a fellow soldier. She returned the nod and picked up the pace, reminded of her mission.

The refugees became more and more common as she closed the distance to The Devoured City. Some were on horseback, though most walked. An unmoving pile of rags lay to the side of the road- as she passed it became clear it was a body. Eleanor grimaced sadly and once again quickened her pace. Her haste quickly came to an end as more and more dirt paths joined the main road; more and more displaced people congregated to one of the only bastions from the ever-swelling evil.

Armed and armored people in mis-matched colors from various nations began to appear as the refugees neared the cities protective influence. The guards beckoned and guided people on their way, attempting to reassure the people of their safety. Some had stopped in clearings to the side of the path, began making fires and camps to wait for whomever or whatever it was they were waiting for. An infant cried.

Eleanor rounded a bend, and Venridge came into view. From her height on a nearby hill she could see the ocean beyond as dozens of ships travelled to and fro the port. Clusters of people closed in on the city and small tent-cities had been hastily constructed in various places near and far away from the city walls. The scale of this event made the young woman's heart sink. Awe-inspiring tragedy. Shaking her head, Lance Corporal Jehenne puffed out her chest and reassured herself and her horse.

"No. We're going to stop this." She said to her horse, Isabel, sounding more certain than she was.

The distance to the newly resettled city closed, and Jehenne was let in swifter than others on account of her mission. The city was crowded, and it was strange. Long abandoned stores had been made into homes, and old homes had been taken over by struggling merchants. A free-for-all of claiming property though the atmosphere was not hostile. There was a general trust in the sharing of misery. She thought she spotted a few more Seekers, like herself. People from all around who walked with more purpose than the survival of their families, equipped with various instruments of war. Lightly armored folk in fine robes, clutching spellbooks and staffs that could help defend the city and the people in it.

Eventually, with the directions of a patrolmen, she found her way to Ulfric's Estate. A group of men and women of various races and professions made their way from the Estate and brushed past her, clearly busy with whatever mission had been assigned to them. She was eager to do her part. She hitched her horse to a make-shift stable that was taking up one of the streets nearby and walked the rest of the distance. The seeker at the door let her in upon seeing her up close and she entered the revived estate. These walls were given much greater purpose than they ever had before, that Jehenne was certain of.