Mission complete. A short time after Arenthiel climbed the tower and began keeping watch, a group exited the cave. It was the right group. His group. And though they looked a little worse for wear, at least they hadn't engaged in sincere and brutal combat, only to be greeted with a face full of arrows upon their victory. A fate that would have befallen anyone else who happened to be leaving the cave at that point in time.
With no more opponents in sight, and the assumption that his group must have cleared out the inside of the cave, Arenthiel descended from his watchtower. "Nothing like a good job well done eh?" Arenthiel declared, making a vague gesture to the camp in general. He stretched his body in about five different ways with a series of satisfied groans. He loved a good stretch after an extended battle. Really loosened you up, got you ready for the victory drinks. It was also a good way to make sure everything still worked as intended. Not that he had to worry about that this time, as he hadn't gotten so much as a scratch. Being a long-range fighter certainly had it's benefits.
He smiled to himself and looked at all the injured people. "Well!" He said loudly. "It was fun working with you lot. I'm sure you did fantastically inside the cave! I'll just take your word on it. You lad," He said pointing a finger a Ziku. "Good job. I've got a drink with your name on it back in town. If that lovely Tavern-Keeper will let me back in at least. I may have... eh, something of a tab on the go. I'm sure it'll be fine. It's the whole reason I took this job to be honest, kind of ran out of money," He laughed and slowly began walking backwards. "Anyway, job's done, it was great working with you, true professionals one and all, bring that gear back for me would you? Thanks. Congratulations on your victories and such, pats on the back all around, get those wounds seen too, I don't want to see you all getting infections and whatnot, blah de blah, I'll see ya in town." And with that he had passed through the Bandit camps' entryway and, with a cheery smile and a wave, disappeared into the bushes.
"I'll be at the bar." Claimed a distant Elven voice, not too long later.
OOC:
Spoiler
Pet: ~ Class:Hunter Level:Lvl 50 Current Location:Headed back to get that sweet, sweet Fire-Brandy.
Emphasis: Agility
Traits:
Shadow-walker: +1 Bonus to Assassin, Thief and Hunter Rolls.
Elder Knowledge: Increased magic output
Arcane Enthusiast: Can use two elements together.
Longshot: +1 Bonus when attacking from cover or great distance.
Speed
One With Nature: There is a66% Chance of Arenthiel's first hit being a 2.5x Crit. It also make it so that Arenthiel's first shot never misses.
Skills: [8] Points
Archery: +7
Stealth: +4
Hunting: +3
Sniping: +2 (Vixens Touch)
Inventory:
Name: Vixens Touch (Also known as "Oh man, this bows a keeper! I can seriously have it for free?!")
Type: Weapon [Ranged]
Rarity: Rare (II)
Effect: +2 Sniping
Name: Supple Leather Gloves
Type: Armour
Rarity: Good
Name: Snakeskin Leggings
Type: Armour
Rarity: Good
Consumables:
Iron Arrows: 102
Edited by Unbelievably Majestic, 06 November 2016 - 02:48 PM.
Waking up from her slumber, Faye realized that she was, in fact, not dead yet. Her body was aching all over, to the point that she could barely move an arm, but the fact remains: she survived. Realizing this, she relaxed her muscles and flops back to a sleeping position. Staring directly at the blue sky, she closed her eyes again and let out a long sigh, followed quickly by a weak, wry laughter.
"Haha.. Haaa.. So I survived this time as well, huh.. What a joke," she thought. Even she herself was unsure on how to feel about the whole thing. After all, it was the second time she survived an ordeal without actually contributing much to the situation aside from being a burden to her friends. The first time was during the Orc invasion eleven years ago. At least she was nothing but a young, frail child back then. Now? She had no excuse for being so utterly useless.
Thus, her dry laugh slowly turned into stifled sobbing. A silent lament to one's own weakness; one that the girl desperately tried to hide from others by pretending to be sleeping and having a nightmare. Though, to be fair, it was indeed a nightmare for the girl. One that would still haunt her even when she's awake, at that.
Having tired herself from the crying, the girl finally calmed down and made an oath with herself. "One day, I too, will become strong. Wait for it, future me!" she resolved herself.
After spending a few more days in wiping the area clean off all the bandits in the region and actively checking the rampant rodent population, the group of friends had grown closer and refined their teamwork. The time tested tactics of Gorodir had worked their magic and Dierdre and her team had blossomed into promising knights.
They were relaxing in their rooms while Gorodir finished the pleasantries and goodbyes with the village folk. Then he went to the chief's hut to say his final goodbyes.
"I promised you Chieftess that we would be all that this town needed." Gorodir said with a smirk,
"I never doubted your word, Master Bouldermane." she said.
"So what's now Shamu? My ears in Westgro tell me that a storm is brewing." he said solemnly,
"Well they already have taken all the able bodied men from my land. We are left defenceless with just children & women! I hope they pick their enemy wisely." Shamu responded.
"So you too doubt what they are telling us? It doesn't look like we'll be marching against the Orks. There has been no incidents of violation of ceasefire from them. Plus, after the great famine, we aren't that well off to pursue an offensive against them. We can't be the aggressors this time." he said to the shaman as Sheyari also listened thoughtfully.
"Well I can only pray that whatever the high command decide on, they don't pursue a war. I have confidence in General Ming but it is King Morwin & your former student that I don't trust. They have always been warmongers and with that Princess poisoning their minds I am not sure what will happen." she said,
Gorodir looked at her with a pained expression as he was reminded of his best student and his violent ways as he smiled wryly, "Well I hope Morgrain Ironhand and General Ming have enough reason to not allow them to sway the room." he breathed deeply before turning to Shamu
"Our work here is done, I think my kids deserve a visit back home before I intensify their training. It was nice to see you after so long, old friend." he said as he proceeded to hug the Elder Shaman.
"It was a surprise and a great pleasure hosting you, Lord Bouldermane." Shamu said embracing the might Dwarf.
Soon he walked out of the hut and proceeded to walk towards the tavern stopping at its gate.
"Dierdre!!!! it's time to move." he boomed.
As the lot joined him at the gate, the whole village gathered to see them off. Arenthiel was missing, he was seemingly out to get some spadetails for Neyteri. The group of friends walked towards their ride, the rickety carriage was repaired and upgraded, the new cusioned interior was much more comfy the people had peppered it with what little they had as a token of thanks and with Geraint onboard they also had a new friend.
Back to Armagh!
OOC
Spoiler
Set up post, write about the last day at Silkrin before the adventure road adventure begins.
The Witch & The Hunter
After his former teammates passed on to their seperate adventures, Arenthiel stayed back for some more solo time in the backwater village. This was nice, it felt like home albiet a bit more adventurous one. The elves had tamed everything, there was nothing threatening about the place and Arenthiel thought that that made them complacent. He had observed the Manus carefully, they were always changing, striving to be better somehow. Faster, stronger more powerful, there was desire, a desire to a greater life. Something that his kind lacked, even the Gorgii had their own ways to kill time.
Always challenging themselves to be better, it was like the Elves had stagnated. The peace had slowly corroded the roots, but they weren't weak by any regard. The past war had served as a wake up call and many, especially the Umbrons felt the need to be martial again. There was distrust, distrust that made them weary of the Manus and the Dwarves & thus many drifters like him were formally given permission to wander.
Whether he liked it or not, it was his duty towards his blood, to protect the interest of his kin. Though he felt nothing like them but he was still passionate about his race. He had contemplated about this over the past few days. As he idly collected Spadetails, the snakes once had been a threat but were now not even a morning workout. His sight had grown keen, keen enough to see them from a mile maybe he was finally reaching maturity. Maybe his mother will be proud. But first he needed to observe the Manus more closely and that meant venturing into the lands of Qing.
--
He left Silkrin on a bitter sweet note, everyone had grown quite fond of him and his boisterous ways. It was as if he was the life of this ghost town. Neyteri had grown close to him, she had brewed him the thing she had promised. She had asked for restraint but she knew he won't show it so she had packed him a few bottles worth. Her personal poison, "Serpent's Kiss".
He travelled through Qing territories alone, he noticed the stares and the trepidation among the crowd until he was pulled into a side alley. The hooded figure kept him pressed to the wall as it slowly spoke,
"Are you mad! Roaming so carelessly?" it was a dialect he knew and the voice was certainly feminine. The figure removed her hood to reveal a very beautiful face but somehow it seemed human, although barely. There was a slight grimace on her face as her green clear eyes caught his on guard.
"W..Well, what do you want from me, woman?" he spoke in elven dropping his hard earned human tongue.
"Take this." she released him from her grip and quickly put a pendant around him. Suddenly, Arenthiel felt his color drain from his skin and be replaced by the usual Manus one. He touched his ears to see f they had also changed, they had.
"Be careful" said the lady before turning to walk.
"Wait!, why this?" he asked confused.
She stopped and turned to face him, not breaking her disguise. "Well do you know nothing?"
"No. What happened?" Arenthiel asked honestly.
"Well they are saying that Umbrons invaded Arturian lands a week back and ransacked a village." she said in a low tone.
"That's outrageous! what makes them say that, we have practised the theory of non-involvement for centuries." Arenthiel remarked, a bit surprised.
"Well they say that it was retaliation for an alleged attack on one of their bases in Poisonfog Forest. That this was retribution for the Arturian gall." she remarked.
"What bullshit? Are the Arturians capable of such a thing? The forest outposts have the elite of the Elven Forces, especially the lands bordering the Arturian Lands. They shouldn't mess with Delfina. Rather rather not dare." Arenthiel responded.
"Well whatever the case, I am going to investigate the scene myself. Would be glad if you could help a fellow Umbron out." she remarked.
"Well I'm thirsty, I need a tavern first. It's a matter of life & Death." he said with an amused expression. "Plus, I don't help those without a name, however beautiful they maybe." he remarked with a wolfish grin.
"Silnysa Wildstar" the lady said as she dropped her illusion magic for an instance to reveal a rather beautiful face. There was a tattoo of crescent moon right on her forehead, it meant she maybe a priestess of Theia.
"Arenthiel To'rah, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Priestess!" he said with a slight bow.
"Well let's find you a tavern, we need to get this done quickly." she said putting her hood back on. Arenthiel shrugged and followed the woman.
"They made their way through town with lesser stares to finally a place he could unwind.
'The Jade Fountain'
Once inside, Arenthiel let the alchohol drown out his fatigue and the things that he had just learned. It was necessary to clear your mind.
"So where is this village?" he asked his companion.
"About a few hundred miles from here. Village of Erine." she remarked in a hushed tone, but not hushed enough for someone to miss it. Eimile was on alert as she heard that name. She was sure that no one would know of it this far out, but it seemed that news had got out and now multiple people were involved.
"Well even if its as bad as you say, why are you so interested in investigating this place?" Arenthiel asked,
"It wasn't any usual village, about sixty years ago, a child had wandered into the Poisonfog forest. It was an Arturian child who was somehow immune to the poison in the mist, probably an orphan. Fearing that the unknown dangers of the wild would make for an early end for her, she was adopted by two childless Umbrons that raised her and eventually let her find home." she said explaining.
"So you are telling me that it was ruined by a forest witch that we trained?" he asked curiously.
"No! but I think that if this happened, then she might not be safe." she remarked.
"So we are on a rescue mission, cool!" Arenthiel replied in a relaxed tone.
Now it was up to Eimile to interrupt the conversation, saving the two an unnecessary trip to find her dead foster mother. She had learnt some rather important information about her foster mother, maybe there was really a way to a new life.
Spoiler
Have fun!
@Joker: You have earned 5 bottles of "Serpent's Kiss" - Special** Power to restore health once per encounter.
@Both
Silnysa Wildstar is Level 150 Priestess Candidate capable of Strong Plant Magic and Healing Magic. Use her well. She has 15 HP.
Her eyes are emerald green in Human disguise and Pearl Grey usually.
Edited by Malevolent Reverie, 27 November 2016 - 03:10 PM.
The tavern was crowded with travelers and merchants. To Eimile it seemed as if they had all come from every corner of the world just to be here now, simply to annoy her. She had desperately wanted to find some place nice and quite to relax but this was far from any of those things. Instead, it was loud. And smelled of piss and puke.
"Disgusting," she thought to herself angrily. "And I thought I was raised by a wolf."
Sadly, she was too tired to continue. And so she was forced to put up with the sounds and smells for now. Sitting at the bar with her blue hood pulled low, she nursed a warm mug of ale as she listened lazily to gossip of various kinds. It was all very mundane really: trouble here, clashes there, and cows squirting blood from their udders being a sign of war..?
Eimile decided then that it was time to leave -- before the idea of bloody milk burrowed it's way too deeply into her subconscious, and gave her nightmares later. Looking around the room for the bartender, she noticed a young woman with dark hair. The lady was sitting on a bench in the corner, her face turned bashfully away to one side as she breastfed a child. Snoring next to her was a broad shouldered fellow, likely her husband or escort. Or perhaps just a pervert.
Not too far from them was another, strange couple. The female was whispering, the male was not. He spoke casually, choosing not following her example for whatever reason. Eimile was about to lose interest in them when she heard a word. The mere whisper of it immediately stiffened her face and made her clench her teeth. She had to force herself to take a sip of the warm ale still sitting in front of her. Mostly to appear casual and keep up the illusion that she wasn't listening, but also to drive away the negative emotions that were currently flooding her mind while she simultaneously absorbed everything she could hear.
By the end of their conversation, she decided she didn't care. So what? Let the humans and the elves make what they will of mutilated corpses and burning, mud huts and farm animals. From what little she knew of the 'civilized' world, she had already learned that they didn't need much of an excuse to savage each other. So why should this time be any different. Looking around once more, Eimile soon found the bartender and quickly cleared her tab before leaving the tavern. There was no future for her in going back to the past. So she would move forward instead.
Spoiler
Level: 50 HP: ??? Class: Sorceress
Emphasis: Spellcraft
Traits: - Curse of the Black Sun: Born during an eclipse and later bitten by a dire wolf, Eimile now has the ability to freely switch between her human- and wolf forms. - Red Wolf: When in her wolf form, Eimile's Will skill instead counts as her Physique skill. - Thrill of the Hunt: When in pursuit of a particular scent or person, Eimile's Notice skill gains a +2 bonus. - Brought up by a Wolf: Whenever in a party or the company of other Wereforms, Eimile's Leadership skill gains a +3 bonus. - Noble, but not a Knight: Knightcraft is now Druidic Magecraft, and gives Eimile a +2 bonus to Earth Spells, Plant Spells, and Venom Spells.
“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."
As she sat in her room, she kept replaying their last battle in her mind. It was a battle none of them could have faced alone and barely survived it together. It was pure luck that they survived, but survived nonetheless. As strong as the monster was, he was still just a leader of a bunch of bandits, nothing compared to the knights of the imperial army. The battle tested their limits and showed that they simply weren't good enough. If she wanted to be a knight of the empire, then she needed to get stronger, much stronger.
After taking some time off to heal her wounds from the battle, they spent the next few days cleaning out the remaining bandits as well as keeping those over-sized rodents in check. The time spent in the village of Silkrin with Master Gorodir proved invaluable as his methods worked wonders, with them showing much improvement compared to how they were when they first arrived. But, even though they've gotten stronger, she was still a worried about Faye. The image of her during and after that fight really stuck with her and couldn't chase it from her mind.
Though, maybe she was worrying over nothing because in the days following that battle, her little sister started seeing much more determined as ever and as if 'that' didn't happen. And with perfect timing, Gorodir's voice was heard booming throughout the halls of the inn, calling for them. Grabbing her things, she made her way out the door and to the carriage. With their mission done, they were returning home....to Armagh. Though, they were bringing someone along with them for the ride, Geraint. I wonder how mother and father have been? She smiled as she got inside the carriage.
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Spoiler
Current Status:
HP: 120/120 (+90 with 'Child of Winter')
Stamina: 8/8
Active Skills:
Post Summary:
fluff post
Current Location: Silkrin
Emphasis: Intelligence
Traits:
Hunger for Dominance: +10% Xp gain.
Multi-talented: Can Master two combat classes instead of one.
Knightcraft (Passive): +1 to mounted combat/Knight. +1 Discipline
Child of Winter (Active): A special miracle bestowed upon by the Goddess Skadi to her devout followers of the 'Order of First Snow'. It's the strengthening of the inner organs with divine favor and internalizes all the power giving a stout defense. Increases Fortitude (Toughness) by 3 for 5 posts. Has a cooldown of 3 posts (or after making a move).
Strength
Leadership/Charisma
Level: 50
Class: Palladin
Skills:
Swordsmanship: +8
Dexterity: +6
The Domhnall Network: +4 - Being the child of Merchant and being brought up as one, Dee has managed to learn a lot of the ins and outs of the trade and made a number of contacts over the years. By exploiting this, she's able to bring in a number of information that others aren't privy to.
[Miracle] Holy Wrath [Ice]: +4 - A holy magic skill that blasts the opponent with bolts of her Goddess's ice. It's a spell that has a 33% chance of slowing/freezing the opponent in place. Base Damage of 7.
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
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