IRC Client
By Talow | July 14, 2015
http://www.icechat.net/
http://www.mirc.com
http://xchat.org
http://www.hydrairc.com
http://www.kvirc.net
http://www.ntalk.de/Nettalk/
http://quassel-irc.org
http://www.thrashirc.com
Our community has dubbed icechat to be the most popular thus far.
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The March of The Vanguard
By Marius | July 12, 2015
The faded and well worn cobblestones of Serpent's Hold clicked beneath his plate-mail greaves as he moved through the streets towards the keep. The citizens busied themselves with their numerous tasks if only to escape the pressing reality that not so far away in Trinsic and all around the realm evil was pressing in. Trinsic was the most obvious sign, and certainly the more ominous, but recent battles in Narrow Haven to the south had proven that evil was not confining itself to the continent of Britannia. He passed Jade, leading a troop of recruits out to the training grounds, and she offered her usual smile at his passing but immediately resumed the solemn face she often wore for the recruits. He settled into a sturdy wooden chair in the meeting hall and unfurled a map of the lone islands. He began marking recent things he'd discovered, ruins, a pirate cove, several orc camps near principle, or Mythendale as the natives called it. As his eyes fell to the village of Narrow Haven he found himself wondering at the whereabouts of the seer.
Not so many nights ago, in the Sunset Tavern, he'd stormed out on him. In afterthought, and with Jade's council, he knew now that hadn't been so wise. Troubled as he was there was no denying what the man said but truly what could they do? They were still little more than a few seasoned veterans nursing recruits with little real mettle and lofty dreams born of a wealth of inexperience. It is true that a select few had soldiered in Britannia, but most were natives to the island looking to be free of its confining walls. Ironic given that their island location, and the sturdy walls, offered them some measure of security from the horrors that lay beyond those walls. Britannia and Calormen were absent rulers and even now they clung together out of a sense of normalcy and convenience rather than a genuine and common bond. The Lone Islands had always been a sprawling quagmire of cities looking inwards and never ascribed to anything remotely resembling a common cause. Who, or what, could he align them with that would put them to best use if not the seer and those he traveled with? When he'd pledged his blade to the Lycauem, at the end of it, he'd done little more than run important errands. Even if Lucius' motives were genuine it had not been a fitting use of his talents. Striking out on his own again, absent his oldest comrades, hadn't been an easy task and yet it had been entirely necessary. Make no mistake Marius did not earnestly believe that he alone could shape or save the realms. Still, his prowess in battle and immense knowledge of the monsters that walked it wasn't meant to be confined to the purposes of a solidary group of magisters and scholars who only told half of what they knew and were never forthright with their end intent.
Always dancing on a knife's edge and playing with forces they did not truly understand while claiming to have more wisdom than any other who walked the face of the realms. Arrogance. For all he had done, for all he had said, for as much as he tried Marius' patience and drove him mad with his riddles the seer had never been any of those things. He did not like it, and would not prefer it, but lacking a better 'patron' for the time being perhaps it would be best if the Vanguard threw their shoulders behind him until they knew more of the threat they faced. When, and if, they learned what they needed to know Marius would be able to make better decisions for his newly formed Vanguard.
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The Missing
By Talow | July 11, 2015
During this long time Engale allowed himself only one friend, everyone else he kept at bay. Many struggled with demons, but Lancelynn's fight reminded him of his own. He ignored Lance's friends and loved one, he only focused on Lance. Many things happened and while Lance was fighting the same form of battle he was he chose to help Lance, whatever way that Lance wanted to go, he'd watch and help him in that direction.
"A dry run." He'd tell himself as he waited to see how Lance fought and how he might win the fight. What mistakes where made? Where could he learn from this friend? It was not easy as one day Lancelynn chose to go explore what he could not.
Months went by before his friend returned but many things had happened in that time, the world was to cruel. Engale had grown past bitter now and into self loathing. Engale had been driven mad by his inner thoughts, and went sane again. He had blinded himself in efforts not to do things he might regret.
The world was cruel. That next day as to add insult to his injury it gave him back his love after he could no longer see her. Shocked and dismayed at this he bit his tongue before... "It gave her back, that's what really matters right now." he insisted to himself.
The world was cruel. The same day he received Silasae's Love again he was presented with a dream, a memory. Not only did he get a friend, a lover... Engale now had a sister, Thronna. He was loved again, his heart opened again. He had more than remembered how he use to be. He didn't fight for himself back then. It was never about him, rather it was for the people he loved. He had been selfish, he still was.
"Lancelynn, you can not win our fight with friends alone." he told his friend. He then pulled out a knife and dug the tip into his table. "I'll be your family if you'll have me." His blind eyes shone with love for the one man that he could call friend, the one who's fight he knew the best in all this world. Lancelynn accepted his offer and they shook their hands, the blade between them. They held their hands there a good time, their flesh digging into the blade, their blood mixing together.
Engale didn't have a friend in him now, his family was growing quicker than he was realizing and his heart was swelling with them now.
Lover, Sister, Brother... but the world is cruel...
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Enemies, Rivals and Brothers
By Arimus | July 6, 2015
His thoughts were here, though he longed to be elsewhere. He wanted very much to be standing alongside Jade and the others as this very night they fought to defend Narrowhaven and yet he found himself here in this forsaken pit hunting his greatest enemy. Arimus. One of his avatars was hidden away in this place, and after weeks spent tracking it, he'd finally found it's hiding place. When Jade had walked his dreams, explored his memories, each time he pretended to be unaware. He hadn't attempted to counter Arimus during his visits because he was conserving his power for this battle, but to have that battle he had to know where his avatar reached out from. Marius had used her as bait. Even if he'd been careful and always protected her when Arimus closed, it was a dangerous game he played. As much as it did not agree with him authenticity was necessary so that the rouse was maintained.
A bolt of energy sailed down the narrow corridor and dissipated across his shield as he raised it to block and as he knelt behind its bulwark he heard the distinct screeching of imps, the low and guttural growling of gazers and the higher pitched growls of their new larva. He knelt in place a while longer as spells continually slammed into his shield and in time some of the magic made small smoking trails off his enchanted armor as energy splashed over the top and sides. Far from bothered by any of it Marius simply waited for their mana supply to run dry. As they closed within melee range he unleashed a torrent of chain lightning that tore right up the center of the crowded hallway. The same small wafts of smoke rose off his armor as he stood, a small cloud of ash permeated ahead of him and to either side the charred corpses of his attackers lay strewn in the hall. He moved through the center of the mangled bodies, catching a surviving imp as it tried to scurry away into the deeper recesses of the dungeon. Without pausing in his stride he shot a singular bolt of lightning that tore through its back and it slumped over dead.
He arrived at the mouth of a concealed staircase and then headed down into its depths. There was an altar on a platform carved from rock in the room below, one Jade had pointed out to both Lucius and Marius during a previous visit. It did strike him as odd that it should be there at all given that they did not find the practitioner at the altar during a previous raid, but he had not stopped to give it any thought until just recently. As he descended the steps he heard thundering footfalls as a trio of men clad in armor charged up the narrow staircase to meet him. The one in the front carried a shield, the two behind him pikes. Marius used his shield to glance off the thrust from one sword and one of the two pikes but the second pike hooked on the rim of his shield and the man attempted to pull it away. Dropping his sword beside him Marius quickly ducked, turned his head away from the wall and planted his now free hand against it. There was a sudden and violent release of magical energy as the explosion he conjured tore the stairwell apart, he barely had time to grab his sword before he tumbled into the cavern below. Sparks skipped off his armor as he struck the ground below, hard, and he barely had time to roll to the side as rubble from the upper level of the staircase tumbled towards him. It crushed one of the attackers and left another half buried. He struggled to get himself free and glanced up as Marius approached, he caught the downward plunge of Marius' sword just above the bridge of his nose and it killed him instantly. The third staggered around the pile of rubble, clutching half of his splintered pike. He staggered towards Marius and threw the whole of his weight forward into a desperate thrust. Marius batted it aside using his shield, and cut the man's arm off at the elbow. The man fell to his knees as Marius wheeled about and thrust his blade a final time through the thin back plate of the shoddily conditioned armor. Marius withdrew his sword from the man's back and his gaze followed the subtle sounds of hands being brought together in applause along with soft laughter. There, on the steps of the platform Arimus' avatar sat watching. No doubt controlled by Arimus himself, from afar.
Absent his hood and cowl he appeared the same as Marius in all aspects, but for the color of his eyes. That was not to be unexpected of course, after all, they were twins. "Ever the survivor I suppose I should have expected no less, but you're not near as savage as you used to be." Arimus paused and smiled before motioning behind Marius. "What are you going to do about them?" Marius, not wanting to leave his back to his brother, instead did a half turn so that he could look left and right, and his back faced one of the cavern walls. On his right was a score or so of men dressed the same as the ones who'd met him on the stairs. Marius hurled a bolt of energy at Arimus who caught it, bare handed. After a few moments it dissipated in his hand and he raised it up so that Marius could see. Already the blackened flesh was beginning to regenerate anew leaving only the stench of burned flesh to remind either of them of the damage he'd done. "Impressive." said Arimus, pausing before he continued. "It seems you've remembered everything, so surely you haven't forgotten the differences between us." He grinned as a bolt of energy formed in his hand and he hurled it at Marius. Marius moved out of the way and dove into the dirt, the men standing behind him at the ready did not. Marius averted his gaze as the cavern lit up with the intensity of the sun. The screams of the men, betrayed by their master, did not last long. When he got to his feet charred skeletons had fallen where men once stood, several set of boots had melted and fused with the stone and some had become not but piles of white ash.
People, nearly all living things, had been merely tools for Arimus to win his centuries long battle with Marius. Arimus, with a far larger portion of their shared power, always maintained the upper hand. If, as he had tried to do since the era of their first birth, he was able to rob Marius of his remaining power then he could return to their people a tyrant intent on ruling. They wouldn't have him of course, but Arimus was far past ever seeing reason. Marius, long ago, accepted their exile and instead found Arimus' sword at his back. Time and time again he had fallen to his brother's mad schemes, time and time again Arimus had stolen more and more from him, but no longer. If Arimus' avatar had the power to end him he'd have done it right there.
Marius rose to his feet and found the avatar was no longer in the chamber. The scent of burned corpses and melted metal was so strong it was all Marius could do not to vomit. He found a hidden tunnel beneath the altar Arimus hadn't bothered to conceal. Cautiously he descended into its depths still ailing from his earlier injuries even if they were already on the mend, he took it slow. The catacombs beneath the altar were in disrepair and Marius struggled to make his way through them as he followed Arimus' trail. Suddenly the catacombs began to shake violently and he heard the familiar sound of rushing water. Arimus intended to drown him down here and he'd fallen for his trap. Scrambling frantically in search for a way out the sudden rush of adrenaline made him forget his aches and pains. In the distance he saw a glint of light off of something metallic and raced towards it. As the water began to rush in behind him, pushing refuse, collapsed timbers, and mummified corpses towards him in a wall of death he reached a staircase that went up at a very steep incline. At its base a dead cultist, an axe at his side, gleamed in the light of a torch throwing from a landing at the top of the staircase. The water rushed towards him with a deafening roar. Marius heard a grinding noise as a plate above the stairs began to grind back into place. He snatched up the axe and wedged himself into the narrow staircase as the water began to flood the passage.
As he reached the top he wedged the axe in between the base of the landing and the plate, then scrambled through the opening just as the haft splintered and the opening closed. Marius quickly got to his feet, just in time to avoid the flat of an axe which he batted aside with his gauntlet. He was surrounded by four emaciated cultists wearing nothing but cotton armor each wielding crude weapons in poor repair. Even then, there was no mistaking their intent. Just beyond the encirclement he caught a glimpse of Arimus lighting fire to a series of scrolls and books, destroying evidence before he could make his escape. The Blade of the Unbroken Covenant, one of the six swords Marius carried. It was the only sword enchanted specifically for the purpose of killing man. One man lunged towards him before he could finish drawing his sword. Marius stepped towards him, inside his reach, and caught him square in the chest with his shield. When the man tumbled back to the ground Marius brought a plated boot down on his head, killing him instantly. The others around him backed away, hesitating only for a moment, but it was long enough for Marius to draw his sword. Marius picked the attacker closest to a display case and went on the attack. The man forgot his footing as he backpedaled and in one quick stroke his head rolled across the glass landing on the other side with a grotesque wet sound. Now, with his back towards an obstacle he prepared to fight them from three sides.
The first to charge him from the right caught Marius sword in the chest but before he could dislodge it four others pressed the attack. Marius nearly buckled as a mace landed square in the small of his back but pure rage and adrenaline kept him on his feet, the man recoiled for another swing as one of the others charged. Marius batted his blade aside with his shield as the man with the mace swung from overhead. His swing was far too over extended and Marius stepped back and managed to grab the man's head. Using his own momentum as leverage Marius slammed the man's face into display case. Shards of grime ridden glass embedded themselves in the man's face and eyes as he screamed and the mace clattered to the ground. The attacker on his left, who had moved behind him, charged in attempting to wedge his dagger in the exposed plates of Marius' shoulder. Marius brought his elbow back with thundering force and caught the man square in the nose, his face crumpled as blood poured from the injury, and dislocated his jaw. He fell back against the ground, dead. Marius grabbed the howling man attempting to remove shards of glass from his face and his gauntlet lit with magical energy. Smoke poured from the man's ears as blood and brain matter oozed from his nose and Marius pitched him aside. He finally turned on the last man but didn't bother to dislodge his blade from the first man's chest as he advanced. The man thrust at Marius with his sword, and Marius batted it aside with his arm guard. He hit the man with the full force of his shield and the man lost his footing. Marius hit him again while he was trying to scramble back to his feet. Then again and again. By the third hit the man had stopped moving, but the blows did not. What remained of the body was little more than pulp when Marius finally finished. His shield lit aflame burning away bits of the man that still clung to the shield. He turned and removed his sword from the chest cavity of the first man, then finally faced his brother.
Arimus wore a wide smile. "There you are. That is the Marius I know, the barbarian, the animal. The more I take from you no matter what skills you manage to hang on to, how long before you are not but a brute incapable of speech? How long before you can remember so little that I no longer need to hunt you and the societies you fight to protect do my work for me? Even you cannot fight everyone Marius, and that is where I will always have the upper hand. You are little more than a monster who hunts monsters, but how long before you become the monster yourself? When you do, they'll abandon you..." He paused "When you do... she'll abandon you." Marius didn't wait for him to mutter another word. He drove his sword straight into the avatar's gut, and then pulled up. Arimus word's faded as the light left his eyes. "I'll send others this changes nothing... it would be easier on both of us if you would just surrender to me..." His mocking laughter rang out as he faded. Marius shoved away the avatar's vacant husk and collapsed back against the display case. He still saw red, shook with the adrenaline and barely noticed the condition of his armor, scorch marks from spells, scratches dents and dings from weapons, and falls. His wounds were already mending but as he stopped for the first time in hours, he began to realize how much he actually hurt. Much as he wanted to go to Narrowhaven to see how it fared... he could not let her see him like this. Arimus was right. He was becoming little more than a monster who fought monsters. Even if he could continue to return, if he didn't best Arimus soon then there would no longer be a reason to fight him.
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The Lost
By Talow | July 4, 2015
Engale noted the pain Lance was already in as he stepped closer towards him, his hand went up with reflex as in the back of his mind he casted the greater healing spell upon his good friend. He smiled, it had been a long time since he felt the reason he chose to protect this world. Now surrounded by old friends and his loved one he started to remember why. The four of them where currently in good health.
Listen, feel the air... know where the enemy is... and... His green eyes fixated on an brute, while blind Engale could still see. He tapped the ground with the staff to make sure nothing was going to disrupt him as he cast, not that it would take long.
His eyes turned in expression from happy to that of worry. "Never again!" he shouted in his mind as his fingers weaved the flame strike spell. "NEVER!" The spell went off and the brute fell to the ground with Lance's spear still in it. He felt them on any side of him, Silasae, Thronna, Lancelynn, Jade, Quinn and more around him fighting to protect a town form these invaders from the sea. "I'll never again forget why I fight. I will remember it's not for me, it is for you all that I'm here now." He continued to think feeling the thud of the brute crash to the ground.
He waited as the fighting stopped for a moment. He listened as others explained what he couldn't see. A few ships still had not docked yet, seemed they would be fighting in waves... The next one he'd be more ready for. "Lancelynn... heal him again. That boy needs to learn to dodge more." he thought to himself. The next wave was on them.
Enough of this... Time to get serious. "Wild Fire". He made no hand signs. Only felt the presents of the enemy and lit the field a blaze, careful to make the holes needed for his allies to continue to fight. He turned as another group of enemies where with in range for him to feel them. "Wild Fire". He set another part of the battle alight again careful of his allies. After a few more times of this he realized he couldn't keep it up at that moment and stepped back behind Lancelynn again.
He turned and smiled as he felt the spell blade ability in Jade strike an enemy. "My she's grown." he thought to himself. Another pause in the fighting... this was different. It seemed the mass of the enemy was scared to fight... one... one enemy came to shore? He focused on it. This one wasn't normal, he was stronger. "Poison". He screamed in his head targeting the king that wanted the city.
It effected him, but not at much as he liked. "Mind blast", no good. "fine then... Flame Strike!" he casted on the enemy and finally something did a good job of breaking the defense of the king. "Mages, use your fire spells, keep him poisoned" he barked orders... why? he never gave orders before. "No matter, this king will only die faster now." he thought to himself.
He felt them all attacking, everyone was working together to defeat this enemy. "If they work like this we might even be able to win that other war." he thought to himself. Jade's blade struck this king, Lancelynn's spear at the same time from another side... 3, no 4 more blades hit soon after. Magic after magic also hit the king. It fell to it's knees. They pulled the blades back and one more shot, I don't know who from finished it off. It fell forward and laid there. Whatever remained of their fleet must of retreated if there was anything left of them.
A few moments later things where settling down. We all breathed easier, but it didn't last. The presents of it was disturbing to say the least. Engale only listened, "A good mage listens to everything, understands everything s/he can before acting." the words of a teacher echoed in his mind. What is there to understand about this one? Friend? Foe? Words came out from the man's mouth but there was something lacking in each syllable, There was no hate in his voice, no love either... in fact there was no emotion of any kind. The words where just that, words. The man vanished, leaving words with no meaning.
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Life and unlife, the beginning (June contest)
By Ursule | June 26, 2015
It was a ordinary winter day. The sun rise was cold and bleak as every morning since a long time... She was not counting the years anymore... While she was hunting a sick dear, she fall into a cave that was not there before. Probably a hole or some sort of crevasse made by successive rainfalls. The light was barely entering the place, leaving a shroud of mystery of the surrounding. She waited a moment for her eye sight to adjust to the level of light and begin to explore the area.
A lot of rubles, some carvings, some writings on the walls... Nothing that had a real signification anyway.
After some superficial exploration, she leave the place and continue the hunt, she was hungry, after all.
A few, days, or week.. Who know, she was badly injured by a unfortunate meeting with a mountain lion. She was crawling in the cold snow, not knowing were to go. She had escape the lion's attention, that was at least a consolation. The sun was going to his dawn. Soon the night would fall and the cold, biting even more. Luck or not, she fall into the same hole she found some time before. At least, the wind wont reach this place, as a consolation. As she crawl deeper into the dark place, she found some dry wood and rags. At least she might not die tonight.
Now warmed and somewhat conformable with her meager fire camp, she begins to explore the surrounding with more curiosity, as she had nothing else to do. There was a box like structure in the middle of the room, worn and cracked. She look more closely and decipher the following:
"This is the final resting place of Lord Leoben Jalas, may he sleep forever"
Intrigued, she pushed the cover of what now seem to be a stone coffin. She was shocked to find a pale man, lying down in what seem a state of peaceful sleeping. It might have been hours, she was unable to stop looking at the man. He was pale as the moonlight his silvery hair soft around is delicate face. He was slender and graceful, his finger long with pointy claws. His vestment was worn and dusty, with holes of mites feasts, but they were of intricate fabric and finery.
When the man suddenly opened his eyes, taking a deep gasp and raising up furiously, she paralyzed in fear and couldn't stop him from jumping at her neck, fresh with her blood from her previous wounds. After all, she might die tonight.
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Jade
By Jade | June 20, 2015
Jade followed suit and grabbed her belongings on the way down. She made her way to the inn and rented a room and stowed her things away there. A few sleepless nights went by as she tried to settle in but this did not feel like home to her. She had a few chats with people who passed by in the tavern, the most interesting with a fella named Mauzen Zha'vil and another fella named Engale Strace. She had come to learn magic, and Engale was a ex arch magus. The current archmagus was supposedly a Phaere de Ordas, and when Jade first met her she didn't care for her one bit. The women was quite pompous, and was obviously a necromancer- and was quite loud about it.
Apparently the art of secrets of magery here were not so strong. Jade opted to study on her own with the aid of Mauzen and Engale, and her research of the virtues begin. The road would be long and hard, and much would be learned about folks that she would not care to know. People were always good in her eyes until they proved otherwise, but unfortunately that had been happening a lot lately. And then there was Quinn... when he tried to make love to her in that room in the inn and he pushed her up against the wall in his demon form.. and she had to threaten him with her knife to get him to leave her be. She hadn't been able to trust easily since then. And soon after she made her staff, Truthseeker, and flew solo for a while.
Now there was Marius- her bodyguard and love- and she was excited to see where she would go in the future with him. She had a doted past for sure, but she had a feeling he did too and they would get through it together. But for now- she would rest and let her mind absorb the conversations of the day. There was apparently a lot of knowledge to be had around these parts.
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Rise of the Battle Mage
By Arimus | June 20, 2015
The girls were formed in one column, boys in another, lead off to separate rooms each lead by a cold and unfeeling revenant who lead the others. Magic of this kind was common in Raivac, and the lands it governed, since the rise of the Dark Father Disciples. They held the majority in the magister ranks and their rapid and violent ascension had caused a war among the magisters that threatened to destroy the world around them. Not that they cared. Unlike the more benevolent magisters, nothing was off limits for the Disciples. They'd restarted the practice of forcefully conscripting children who showed latent magical abilities. Oddities were often experimented on, even killed, in the name of magical advancement. Many died in their care as they simply threw numbers into vicious training regimens wherein only the strongest would survive. What came out the other end was humanoid only in appearance. All of the Disciples had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, secrets, and the power that provided no matter how dark or inhuman. After all, magic with limitations was the steadfast mantra of the weaker and more benevolent among the magisters, and many of them were dead. Those that weren't had retreated to smaller holds and villages in the surrounding lands and often fought losing battles against the forces of the Disciples. Their horde of servants, summoned creatures, mindless fanatics and the undead would hunt day and night for signs of the other factions and see them converted or killed, mostly killed.
The revenant's lead them into a room with a raised dais where they sat before a crooked old man in a long and flowing grey robe. His skin was weathered with age, his form gaunt and frail, and he had a shock white beard that flowed out from beneath his hood. His face, save his completely white eyes, was obscured in the darkness of the hood. Each child was brought before him, and sent off to either side of the dais. Those sent to his right lived. Those sent to his left would soon wish they were dead. Whatever latent bit of magic they had was not enough to interest The Disciples. In happier times they might have been used as scribes, assistants, and understudies. The Disciples had no need for anything they saw as weakness amongst the living. Marius stepped before the dais, tilting his chin as the man's skeleton like fingers felt over his face. He felt subtle pulses of magic as the man touched him, as if he were probing and looking for something. The man paused and glanced to an adjoining wall in the chambers that separated the boys from the girls. He tilted his head to the left as the wall began to give way, the children began scattering to all corners of the room as screams could clearly be heard from the room beyond. The revenants, without orders from their master, began to move and herd their charges. The man hissed an order for them to stop and they turned their attention to the crumbling section of wall
As the wall fell away the wrinkled old man got to his feet and the revenants drew their swords. Five men and a woman, with the largest of the men shouldering a small frightened girl entered through the hole. They lead the other children behind them. They all wore a mixture of greys and whites, their armor, cloaks and weapons were adorned with a dagger plunging into an eye with rays that radiated out from its center. It was the symbol of the Free Blades. Assassins who were completely immune to magic. They could not be harmed by it, and they could not benefit from it. The old man on the dais moved to command the revenants but his hands gripped at the hilt of a large dagger that had caved in his chest cavity. These greater revenants were not tied to their master however and so they continued to move on their own, and pressed the attack. While the largest Free blade stayed in the middle of their ranks, and two at the rear continued to move children through the hole in the wall, three others skillfully began clearing the room of the revenants.
A woman, her voice was lilting, moved from the rear and began to gather all the children in the room. "Quickly now" she chided, as the boys fell in line behind the girls. They moved back through the passages to a small courtyard, moved to its north wall where a small and winding enclosure concealed supplies and cargo. They began to guide the children through slowly thorough a large hole concealed behind some crates. Some of it had arrived with the children on a wagon. Six of the crates had been broken up from the inside, there were crusts of bread and a few damp spots in the hay that had been packed inside the cargo, likely from a water skin. This was how they'd entered the fortress undetected. The Free Blades began hurrying them through the small hole as quickly as they could and at least one of them began beating at it with a shovel in an attempt to widen it. Marius heard the shouts of men and dogs as one of the free blades leaned around the corner and loosed a crossbow bolt. An arrow was lodged in his shoulder when he pulled back around the corner, and you could clearly hear the thud of a body as an approaching attacker fell to the dirt. The Free Blade broke the arrow off in his shoulder and cursed. The large man, clearly their leader, wordlessly looked to his injured comrade. The man with the arrow wound said one word. "Poison." He gave a singular nod to the others as he pushed the last of the children along. He pitched his crossbow aside, and drew two short swords that had been concealed in a crossed scabbard on the small of his back. Even as the poison began to course through his body he charged out from behind the enclosure and in moments the screams of dying men, the shouts of those joining battle, and the ring of steel on steel could be heard.
The Free Blade at the rear, still near the opening in the wall, drove his sword down into the skull of a ravenous dire wolf as it stuck tried to crawl through the opening. He kicked at another who managed to make it through and stepped forward to a knee to drive his sword through its middle. As it fell two more followed it and dove on the Free Blade. He rolled with them, even as he cried out in pain, and when he was against the wall he slammed his steel lined gauntlet into the wall creating a large spark. Bits of man, beast, and earth rained down on the fleeing children from the resulting explosion, and smoke billowed from the side of the castle wall as the cargo was engulfed in flames. They made their way down the rocky shore to a nearby river and clamored into a very large rowboat. A set of three quivers and three bows waited in the prow.
The woman quickly dropped into the prow of the boat and split the third quiver amongst the other two. She, and one of the others, took up position at the sloped stern of the boat firing arrows at the shore as men and beasts poured from the smoke and fire left by the explosion. Arrows, crossbow bolts and weighted stones splashed into the water around them. The largest man took to the oars, rowing powerfully, while the other stood at the stern of the boat with a dim lantern, making them easier to see but in the pitch of night they could not otherwise see where they were going. Several of the projectiles landed in the boat, and Marius huddled with the gaggle of children as they struck. A boy not much younger than he went slack and fell over the side as a weighted stone split his skull. Several more had also fallen, and many others cried out from injury. The two at the prow cursed and screamed as they fired their arrows faster and faster, so quick in fact that their fingers bled. The large man who worked the oars was grinding his teeth but he said nothing, and the same of the man in the prow. As they reached the other side those who could move piled out of the boat without waiting for the Free Blades to prompt them.
As they reached the other side and began making their way up the bank a singular figure waited. As missiles landed around him, he did not move. In the pitch black of night the sword that he drew began to give off a faint glow.
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Claws and life
By arzosha | June 17, 2015
Ash it would always smell of ashes no matter how many hundred of years passed, this corridor of memory’s, once burnt down and then slowly rebuilt regained, the ground still covered in the ashes of the old. At the 'front' a large full length mirror, bracketed by two doors one elegant framed and beautiful wooded door, the other a twisted melted frame with no door. From the elegant door a man stepped forth, tall lean pure elven with those pale blue eyes, dressed in black and greys, the pale hair pulled back into a braid. From the twisted door a True Kin stepped, scaled body a long graceful tail, beautiful full wings slit pale eyes.
Both eyed the other before stepping to the mirror the Male gave a bitter-sweet grin as if he knew something that the Female did not.
“It's over dear Tristana this game we have played for near two hundred years, it is time for you to disappear.â€
The White Dragon Kin just snarled as she faded away the door behind her fading as well, yet so to did the door behind the male fade slightly, as from the Mirror stepped the stunted winged kin.
“So this is how it ends? Do I fade as well as that Evil creature that was born when this place burned down?â€
“No Tyr you are I as much as I am you. Is this not what you sought more then all? To absorb that side to clean that Darkness and Evil and just leave you alive?â€
“Ahh Tris somewhat true. Yet little did I realize by doing so You would be born a self completely and yet not me, perhaps it was him... yes him.. I will always be here when you need me Dear.â€
The Corridor faded away as the Soul that had never truly been one returned back to the body, breaking free of the Ice it's White Dragon blood had formed unknowingly. The kin stumbled back and sat heavily down on the bench that was there, hands to face as she silently wept, grieving for the passing of a 'self' that though evil it had been her as much as not her. Tears that fell as ice from a body that had not allowed itself to grieve in all the years it had lived, for a lost mentor that had been as a Father to the lives she had once destroyed in pursuit of dark knowledge.
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((June rp contest)) "The Seeds of Friendship"
By Meronym | June 13, 2015
*Looking over the farmhouse and land knowing it was just perfect* I just have to have this, It will suit all of my needs and then some. *Wanders over to the sign and sees the amount of rent and nods* Hmm I should be able to cover this and besides like father used to say there has to be a risk if its worth to be having.
*Talks to the realtors about renting the farmhouse and land, placing her name on the line with a bright and hopeful smile*.. A few weeks pass and everything is moved in but still quite empty since almost everything she owned was left at her old home where she lived with her father until he passed away.
*Planting and sewing seeds into the ground and pots to be sold later, mind starts to get all sorts of ideas* Hmm Perhaps I should open a shop here for my plants as well as keep the little stall I have over in Narrowhaven. *Moving and arranging the plants to sort them out to tend to easier she stops, steps back and looks at the mostly open crop area and ponders* Now what in the world am I going to do with all this space?
*Places her hands on her hips, and continues to mutter to herself* I simply do not have the time to harvest herbs and crops since my flowers are taking up most of my time. *Snaps her fingers and nods* That's it! I'll send a Raven to Issy and see if she would want to help me gather what I have when needed and she could use the space for whatever crops she needs for her wonderful cooking *Pats her belly and smiles just at the thought of Izzy's wonderful meals* Oh I hope she says yes, It would be nice to have someone else around.
*Takes out her quil and parchment writes down a message and sends the Raven to find Izzy, goes back out to her garden and awaits her reply*
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