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Post by vodookyle on Oct 24, 2006 20:41:57 GMT -5
The mob situation was escalating rapidly; Kallias found himself in a bad situation as he was threatened by a drunken man who unfortunately still had some skill with a sword and enough wit for brutish speech. Before he could even begin to take care of that the other elf ended the mercenary swiftly. Rather then try and escape at this point, it seemed that the elf was going to meet the human mob head on. With his apparent skill Kallias was more worried about the other normal patrons.
The Templar once again tried to diffuse the situation, but things were far beyond that point. It seemed even the knight himself knew it, and fired on an attacker. Tiny bolts shots forward to impale another few men in the tavern when they tried to rush the armored giant.
Kallias found that he was temporarily free in the tavern’s middle, as battle raged literally on all sides. Rather then draw undue attention to his currently noncombatant status with a few miniature spells; he decided it would be best to try and end the entire thing in one blow.
However, few came to mind he was willing to perform on human beings. Kallias then decided to simply and repeatedly cast Arcane Bolts until the massive crowd. They knocked large swaths of people over, though only few stayed down permanently. It was evident that so long as strong players like the Templar and elf were mixing things up they’d never stop.
Turning towards the Templar, an idea already half-forming in his head, Kallias moved into action.
Flaring his hand in an elaborate gesture, Kallias uttered the proper arcane words to activate the spell. He, honestly, loathed using it with a passion, though it's usefulness never entered the factor. He considered renaming it, but still hadn't come up with anything better. He directed his power towards the Templar's armor, hoping it was enough to make the entire thing intagible. If he was right, and he'd become quite good at judging such things, and the spell went flawlessly...hopefully the entire large Templar and operator included would rise right out of the building.
If that worked he could probably try and use a second spell to escape with the other elf, after which the combat might just die down. That was his hope, anyway.
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Post by fyapaladin on Oct 29, 2006 14:59:47 GMT -5
Before his chakram could strike any of the mercenaries a man in a mechanical suit deflected it ever so slightly so that it became lodged in a section of timber situated above his head. If he were a Terran he would audibly sigh, but he was of the elven race and as such Tuon Jahdo just looked up and then back down again. He kept his eye trained on the unruly mob, just in case, as he listened to the the man in obscene suit try to reason with the baying crowd. In that instant everyone in the tavern united to stare at the man in disbelief, 'Was this... man thing thinking that because he was in something that made him bigger than everyone else that people would automatically listen to him?' The thought didn't have long to mature in his head as the mob broke in twain; half attacking the suited man, the other half attacking the Elves. Instantly he was under attack by two rugged beasts whose stench almost caused him to show an emotion, revulsion!
Grabbing his bow he parried their attacks and used the momentum to run up the chest of the more stable (read fatter) of the duo; waiting till the last moment to push off with both feet and launching himself and his assailant in opposite directions, himself towards his embedded chakram whereas his opponent had an unfortunate meeting with the floor...
Landing perfectly on the ground on the tips of both feet, Tuon surveyed the room without physically looking round; and his next course of action was predetermined as he felt two of the innocent females being molested by a fiendish duo. Throwing his discus-like weapon at the pair he didn't need to see to know the end result, one would be hit on the back of the head and stumble out of the open window whilst the other would have their movement hindered by his spinning chakram, the shock of which would leave him prone to the fair maiden's attack with a nearby table leg. A ghost of a smirk graced his lips as he re caught his weapon but as quickly as it appeared it was gone thanks in part to a beer bottle being launched in his direction. Taking note of the position of his 'allies' and keeping them behind him, the elf repeated a sequence of hand movements coupled with a single phrase, "Helios Inflammare!"
Instantly splodges of light appeared seemingly out of nowhere and affected all parties that were standing in front of him. To those behind him it would have seemed like a sophisticated fireworks show, which it was; however those unfortunate to be caught in the middle of the attack were not only blinded by the light produced but also burnt by the intense heat that accompanied it. He could keep this up for a while, but there were those who were not so keen on this scenario continuing...
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Post by Trippy Hare on Nov 3, 2006 5:13:28 GMT -5
Walls of bodies pushed in from all sides. He couldn't swing his arms, there were so many of them, climbing on his suit, bashing at it with whatever they had handy. His ballista had run out of ammo, mostly due to the idiot had had climbed on it and shot 16 bolts into his torso. Barax was reduced to trying to pull them off, but his arms weighed so much, and the hydraulics squealed so loudly in protest, that he didn't even know if he could.
Then, all of a sudden, he could move. The weight was gone. Barax swung his arms in a circle, forgetting that in this cramped space he lacked that freedom of movement...but his arms passed harmlessly through furniture, walls, and drunken idiots alike.
"What sorcery is this?!" Barax cried out, dismayed. He could move, but he couldn't 'touch' anything. It was if he were a ghost. But he could feel his heart racing...surely ghosts didn't have heartbeats. He felt the heat of overworked hydraulics pressing against him, and felt himself sweating in response. No, he was definitely alive, but for whatever reason, his was rendered useless.
Then came a flash of light, and the collective gasp of a mob that found itself blinded and burned in one stroke. Most of the fight was taken out of them, as they staggered into each other like beggars. A few still swung their weapons wildly, hitting mostly air. If he were solid, Barax could end this fight right now...but he wasn't. He couldn't do anything to the few attackers left...but he was almost certain they couldn't do anything to him, either. "Hey! Your mother was a prostitute and your father was a leper! Over here! You want to fight? Come on, then! I'll give this suit and 300 gold pieces to whomever can tear me out of it!" He shouted again and again, hoping to incite the ones left into focusing on him, thus leaving everyone else alone.
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Post by VecaVjestica on Nov 6, 2006 16:10:49 GMT -5
OOC - Fya, Nura's attacker didn't have a weapon in his hands. Holding on to the bits of the torn upper part of her dress, Nura ran towards the exit, not paying more attention to what was going on around her than she needed to get to the door safely...or, as safely as possible in this situation. She was very careful not to come close to any of the Elves, who were both using magic at the moment, or the Templar; she didn't wanna get caught in the middle of something that could hurt her together with those who were attacking them. She soon reached the door and went out on the street, where already a large group of people were standing, waiting to see the outcome. Fights always aroused a lot of attention, especially if they were unusual, like this one. After all, how many taverns can brag about a fight that included Elves, Necrids and Templars? The first thing she did, once she got outside, was to find all the barmaids and check to see if they were well. None of them seriously hurt, except for Riana; she was beaten up, one of her eyes was closed and her dress was completely torn off of her. Luckily, someone from the crowd was kind enough to hand her a cape of some sort, so she could at least cover herself up. Nura was relieved to see this; it meant that she at least did one thing well. She herself had a cut on her lower lip, a big bruise on her right cheekbone and strangulation marks on her neck. She ached all over, but she ignored it. There'll be plenty of time to attend to that later. Just then, seven men of the city guard came running, lead by the maid Nura sent to get them. The girl joined Nura and the other maids, but the guards immediately entered the Matchless Mine. Nura just hoped they don't do too much damage. Like almost every man over 25 in Swordstroke Moors, the city guards were very capable fighters, but sometimes their way of helping meant that they'll breaking down everything those they were arresting missed. With all that's happened in there, that was the last thing Sylius needed. Sylius! She completely forgot about him! She borrowed a safety pin from one of the women in the crowd and stuck it into her dress, right under her breasts, more or less closing the tear the man who tried to rape her made. She was a mess, there was no way to fix that now, but she had no intention of parading around half-naked. Then she sent one of the maids, Bell, to find Sylius and tell him what happened. She wanted to do it herself, but knew that was a bad idea. She had to stay and see this trough to the end. It was her job. Her responsibility. Meanwhile, the city guards were doing there best to apprehend those who weren't already incapacitated by the Templar and the two Elves. They were more than usually careful not to create an even bigger mess - they were all frequent visitors of the Matchless Mine and more often that not were the maids happy to share their charms with them. That wasn't easy, though, but they managed to arrest (or completely knock out) most of the perpetrators. A few of them escaped, while the Elves and the Templar took care of the rest. Outside, Nura was burning up with anxiety. She was trying to figure out what to say to Sylius when he returns. She felt terribly ashamed for letting the things go this far. In her mind, it was all her fault. When, after a while, the men of the city guard started coming out, either carrying unconscious men or leading the ones who were still able to walk out with their hands tied behind their backs, forcing the gathered people out of his way, Sylius and Bell came back. Anyone could clearly see in his face that he couldn't believe the sight before him: almost every of the tavern's pretty stained-glass windows was broken; one of the door-hinges was practically yanked out, leaving the door leaning on the outside wall; inside, everyone could see that most of the chairs were broken, and a few of the tables too; the shelves behind the bar, as well as the bar itself, were still standing, but everything that was made out of glass that was there was now in shambles; many of the decorations were lying on the floor, broken or dented; all in all, it looked like someone let two mad elephants fight in there. He looked at the scene and then turned to Nura. Her hands were trembling and she was on the verge of tears. She expected him to yell, be angry, to not only fire her but chase her out of town to never come back...but, all Sylius did was run to her and give her a strong hug. "Bell told me what happened," he said, "Are you all right?" Nura nodded. "More or less..." she smiled faintly and looked back to the tavern. It was cleared out now and one of the city guards, the one who seamed to be in charge, called Sylius. Nura wanted to say something, apologize if nothing else, but he stopped her as soon as she opened her mouth. "We'll talk later," he said and went to see the guard who called him, leaving Nura standing speechless.
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Post by vodookyle on Nov 21, 2006 19:04:38 GMT -5
“Time to go…you should probably come with me, if only for a short way.” Kallias made the decision on a whim, literally as he talked. He didn’t want to simply leave the other elf who, it seemed, had wanted little more then to take out a powerful undead enemy. It was a great effort, too, though more humans had gotten hurt then he might have hoped. While also skilled in weapons and probably some magic there was also a chance the other elf might get overwhelmed. That was something else he didn’t want. Striding behind the bar quickly, the elf quickly rummaged around until he found a full bottle of unopened wine. Somewhat pressed for time Kallias simply broke the upper portion off on the bar’s hard wooden surface. Righting it again so no liquid was spilled he began meticulously pouring the wine out in a rough square shape on the far wall that had been stripped bare in the fight.
“This shouldn’t take more then a second,” Kallias noted, realizing that in less then three, maybe four minutes, the place would be swarming with the town guard. Ironically enough, the man whose sword he fixed might also show up. Placing a palm directly into the square’s general center he had to work fast at this point before the wine dripped too much and ruined the spell, “Latrop nepo!” With the shouted incantation came the liquid glowing for a brief moment, as well as the wood beneath his fingertips. Seconds later there was another flash before the door to Egress appeared.
On the ceiling.
Cursing underneath his breath Kallias kicked over a table underneath the door before climbing up, having to jump to reach the doorknob because of his short height. He couldn’t see where it led yet, the other door opened only after the caster made his way into it. If the elf wasn’t mistaken, though, he already heard booted footsteps.
“After you, then?”
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Post by fyapaladin on Nov 26, 2006 7:42:29 GMT -5
“Time to go…you should probably come with me, if only for a short way.”
"Agreed but it seems unlikely we'll be able to fight our way through the massses without causing more casualties..." At that instant the man in the monstrous suit was beckoning and goading the few mercenaries unharmed by his spell into a fight; giving Tuon and his accompalice a wide berth to regain control. The shorter elf was away behind the crude bar and rummaging around for something...
“This shouldn’t take more then a second,” the elf said, but Tuon noted that that was an overestimation and he'd have to by some time.
"Terra Restrictus," Tuon cried and within seconds a wall of wood was established between the elves and the rest of the inn. It wasn't an indestructible barrier as he was making do with the resources he had, but it did slow down the assault from those who hadn't fallen prey to the Terran in the suit. Looking back at his elven partner in crime, Tuon asked; "How much longer do you need?"
Cursing underneath his breath the shorter elf kicked over a table underneath the magical door on the ceiling before climbing up, having to jump to reach the doorknob because of his short height. “After you, then?”
Tuon's faced contorted minutely into a frown as he ran towards the elf and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, the barrier behind him was failing and they need to leave immediately. "Levus Vientus," Tuon shouted and he and his elven partner were lifted off the floor through the door into the unknown. "I hope you know what you are doing," he added before wrinkling his nose, the stench of Terran life was very apparent on this elf...
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Post by Trippy Hare on Nov 28, 2006 4:45:07 GMT -5
Perhaps the rigors of battle had gotten to Barax's head, or perhaps the ale he'd had was a bit more potent than he was ready for. All he knew was that, for somereason, he literally couldn't be touched and two guys that looked like the elves had just disappeared into the ceiling.
A rush of noise and the steady-rhythym of boots broke the din of the mob, as seven other Templars marching in cadence stopped outside the doors, aiming their weapons inside. Two dozen foot soldiers streamed in, through Barax's still-intangible form, and promptly arrested or pummeled the remaining belligerents. Each trooper bore the crest of the King, not the local magistrate. Perhaps Waeleth himself was here!
Barax suddenly rematerialized, as evidenced by the groan and creak of his suit protesting its curent, kneeling position. He crawled back outside, stood to ful attention, and saluted smartly. He didn't see the king, but it was a safe bet that either His Majesty, or a high-ranking official, was here- so saluting couldn't hurt.
"At ease, Templar," a voice to his right declared. "Under orders of His Majesty, Waeleth the Third, you are hereby relieved of duty for the remainder of the evening, and it is requested that you leave your armor here for inspection by our Ordinance Minister. The King wishes to know why he saw a brawler literally fly through you."
Barax looked around as much as possible without turning his head: but the source of the voice couldn't be found. "Sir, I would be honored to do as His Majesty commands. I only request that I be granted your name, that I might recover my armor upon completion of your inspection," Barax droned, in the monotone voice that he had come to expect was the norm for military personnel.
"Your request is noted, but we cannot comply at this time."
Barax felt his stomach sink. "But, what am I supposed to do? Sit and wait?" he asked, throwing in a hasty "sir" at the end after a noticeable pause. "I have no place to stay in the Moors, as I was sent here to maintain a secure presence for His Majesty."
"We are aware of that, Templar, and you have done fairly well, given the circumstances. The Mine's rooms for rent were not damaged in the fighting, you may stay there. His Majesty is prepared to pay for your room, in return for your services tonight. Provided of course, the inquiry proves that you were not responsible for it. Dismissed."
What?! Was there any possible way the King thought he had started an enormous tavern brawl? It wasn't possible! Barax powered down his suit and slowly climbed out, his face still visibly showing the bewilderment running through his head. He turned around and looked at the scene... there was a lot of broken glass, spilled wine or blood all over the floor, and innumerable bits of broken furniture. His eyes widened: "Where's the staff?!" he asked, whirling around. One of the soldiers simply pointed, and Barax followed his finger to see a small cluster of people, some of them bearing obvious marks of abuse. Barax saluted again, before heading in that direction, his heart and mind clouded with thoughts of his suit. How had he become intangible, and what had brought him back?
He wandered absently, looking among the crowd of frightened people to see if he could find a familiar face, one that could maybe point him in the direction of the barmaid he'd spoken to earlier. She knew Sylius, the owner. Barax did not. Therefore, she would be the person to speak to, as Barax could walk right past Sylius and not even know it.
If only he could remember her name...
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Post by VecaVjestica on Nov 29, 2006 8:21:46 GMT -5
Being the kind that never just stands around, Nura went back to her everyday-self soon after Sylius left her. He had his work and she had hers - a lot of it, too. The girls and she will have to clean up the entire mess the men have made; she will also have to make the stable boys help them. Then there was the question of broken windows, doors and furniture. The craftsmen's guild will have a holyday out of their misery...probably raise their prices as well. They weren't exactly known for their compassion. Of course, they would never even think of pulling something like that with Sylius, but she had no intention of letting him take care of that. She always hated the way people treated her simply because she is a gentile-looking girl; they thought she was easy to control and unable to understand anything. She made it her mission, ever since she took over a part of the job at the tavern, to show them just how wrong they were and she will do it no matter what the cost. Nura joined the other maids again. Looking at Riana's injuries made her boil with anger. Oh, how she wanted to find those men and end their miserable lives! She was tempted to heal the poor girl, but stopped herself in time; nobody, not even Sylius, knew about her talent and she didn't want to risk being exposed. It never brought any good. Besides, Riana will heal much faster than she normally would just because she is in close contact with her every day and knowing that helped Nura put her mind at ease a bit. The latent side of her talent, the one she couldn't control, didn't work nearly as quick as the one she was able use it directly, but it still was a lot quicker than any other treatment, except magic, of course. Suddenly, the entire street was full of King's soldiers and at least half a dozen other Temlars who seemingly sprung out of nowhere. Nura was confused by their sudden appearance - if they were in town, why didn't they come sooner? And was the Kind with them? All she could do was wait and wonder. Meanwhile, the newcomers took care of the remaining perpetrators, sent the city guards away, deaf to their loud (and, at times, profane) protests and came into the tavern like they owned it. Sylius finished talking to the guard and joined them. He told them, in short, what they talked about. It seamed the two Elves had disappeared. "One of the guards swears he saw them fly out trough the roof," he said, waiving his head. Nura frowned. That wasn't very nice of them, to just leave. After all, they started the whole thing, together with the Necrid woman. Remembering about the gold that woman left, she turned to the maid to who she gave the bag for safekeeping. She took it back and gave it to Sylius. He looked at her, serious as always and hanged the bag on his belt. "As soon as everything is cleaned up and the girls go home, I wanna hear from you about everything that happened," he said and Nura nodded. He was right. This was neither the time nor the place to talk about something this serious and complex.
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Post by Trippy Hare on Dec 24, 2006 11:08:45 GMT -5
The sound of hissing steam and clanking metal soon overpowered the hum of the frightened crowd outside the Mine. Two Royal Templars appeared, hissing and clattering their way towards the tavern, shoulder to shoulder. Two columns of Royal Guards marched at either side of them, holding ornate halberd high in the air. A hunting horn sounded, and the columns parted to reveal a litter, held aloft by six hooded figures. Gold and velvet adorned every visible inch of it, and the Wael clan crest, emblazoned with Mithril, adorned the front.
The High King had arrived.
Two columns of guards entered the tavern and began clearing debris, righting tables, and generally cleaning the place up. There was broken glass and broken furniture everywhere, so it took quite some time. All the while, the King's litter hadn't moved, its carriers as stiff and silent as ever. Barax watched in awe, before dropping to his knees and bowing his head.
Two guards approached him and pulled him to his feet. "You are the Templar his majesty sent for, correct?"
"Y...yes," Barax stammered. Was he in trouble for failing to perform his duty? Would he be responsible for all the damages the tavern had suffered? He felt so small and helpless in the King's presence. It didn't even occur to him how odd it was that the King arrived not in secret needing his protection, but in a large caravan of guards and Templars. Why would the King send for a lone Templar from a tiny town, if he had so many of his own?
But Barax was too concerned for his own head to think of such things. King Waelethh wasn't known for being merciful. "I am sorry, your Majesty! But there was more than I could handle on my own! There were elves and pirates and some demonic corpse-woman and-"
"SILENCE!" a voice within the litter boomed. "You were not sent here to guard me, I have many more capable men than you for that. You were sent here to flush out any assassins, and though your methods were far from subtle, they have obviously worked. You shall keep your head, Templar. This time. Provided you can tell me, or find someone who can tell me, PRECISELY what happened here."
"Y...yes, milord. I know someone else who saw the whole thing. I'll go find her," Barax stuttered, before slipping into the gathering crowd and renewing his search for Nura. Surely she'd be around here somewhere... did he dare call her name? "Nura?" he called out, though he was so frought with nerves it came out little more than a whisper. "Nura? Th-th-the King wishes to speak with you. Where are you?"
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Post by VecaVjestica on Jan 10, 2007 12:34:50 GMT -5
Sylius went to the stables to get one of the carriages to drive the girls home. Though most of them could just walk, he wasn't going to allow them to go alone; after going trough such a terrible event, they both needed and deserved to see that there is someone who cares about their well-being. Too busy helping him do that, Nura didn't even notice the arrival of the King. And, even if she did, she probably wouldn't pay much attention to him at all. The King's justice did exist for the small people, like she was, thus she cared none for him. And his reputation of a cruel, calculated man certainly didn't help, nor did the way his subordinates act and not only not get punished, but often receive awards for it too. Waeleth III of the Wael Clan was her King, yes...but only in name. And then one of the people in the crowd whom she knew pointed her attention to the Templar wondering around. "Nura? Th-th-the King wishes to speak with you. Where are you?" he was calling out, though not very loudly. No wonder she didn't hear him. And that wasn't the only thing that was strange to her - why in Heaven's sake would the High King of Waeleden want to speak to her!? Maybe the Templar though she, not Sylius, was the owner of the tavern...yes, that seamed logical enough. God knows why, she remembered her great-grandfather. He wanted to marry her grandmother into the Wael clan. But her grandfather, whoever he was, messed up his plans. When she was younger, she often wondered how their lives would be if he hadn't left her grandmother...well, her mother's life. If he stayed, Nura would've never been born, because her mother would never be enslaved like she was, but that didn't matter; if she could, Nura would always choose spearing her mother everything that she suffered rather than her own life. As time passed, she made herself abandon these idle thoughts. They were nothing but a waste of time and energy; she had a lot more real-life problems to occupy her mind. She approached the Templar from behind - for no other reason than the fact that he was standing with his back turned in her direction - and tapped him on the shoulder. "I'm here," she said, "Now, would you tell me what's this all about?" Nura felt uncomfortable and a bit embarrassed by her current state. She looked like a pier-side prostitute - filthy, with her breasts almost completely uncovered and her hair a mess. The thought of how much time and trouble it will take to make it look decent again made her angry. But, as usual, nobody could even guess how she felt. Her face and voice remained calm as if there is nothing unusual going on and everything is in perfect order.
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Post by Trippy Hare on Jan 12, 2007 8:07:18 GMT -5
"I'm here," she said, "Now, would you tell me what's this all about?"
Her voice startled him a bit, which wasn't surprising given his current state. Barax was a bundle of nerves, and the King's speech about how he was just glorified bait didn't help any. He rubbed his neck nervously, as if to reassure himself that his head was indeed still attached to his body. He turned around slowly, not wanting to startle anybody else. Tempers were still high and there was still much confusion all around, despite the King's arrival and his troops' promptness in eliminating hostiles. Though this crowd was far more docile, since word of the King's arrival had gotten out. A line of soldiers formed a perimeter around the tavern, pushing the crowd back a few paces. Nobody seemed to mind, or if they did, they did so quietly enough.
"The King wishes to know what transpired here, and he has dispatched me to find someone who would know. Since you were here all night, you would be the best suited to tell him," Barax began, all in one breath. His eyes traveled over her form as he spoke, making him redden slightly. Though she was certainly attactive, it would not be suitable to appear before the King looking like that. With all the chaos, and the crowd still milling about waiting to have something to do, finding a cloak or coat would be difficult. He had a small cloak in his Templar suit's storage bin, so hopefully it was still there. The form of his mechanical shell rose darkly a few yards distant. Even in the dim, flickering light of torches, he could see several new dents and the reddish, scraggly line of leaking hydraulics. The beer tap seal had been put under far more stress that a normal beer tap would see, and the seal had burst. He'd have to find another replacement.
"I am terribly sorry, Nura," he said, as he motioned for her to follow him. "But the King is most adamant to know what transpired here. I shouldn't be telling this to anybody, but it seems that my presence was solely to flush out possible assassins. It almost seems as if his Majesty knew something like this would happen," Barax wondered. Reaching his suit, it took some fumbling and a bit of effort to unlock the storage bin on its underside. He reached in, and pulled out the cloak. "Given his Majesty's temper, it would probably be best to cover yourself. It isn't much, but it is all I can offer at the moment."
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Post by VecaVjestica on Jan 12, 2007 15:23:22 GMT -5
Nura noticed the slight shake of the Templar's shoulders, but no other signs of surprise were evident on him. However, his nervousness was plain to see to anyone who laid their eyes on him; after everything that happened, it was perfectly normal. She too suffered a great strain on her nerves, but she never had a problem pushing aside emotions when she needed to keep them hidden from other people. Not everyone had the same ability. "The King wishes to know what transpired here, and he has dispatched me to find someone who would know. Since you were here all night, you would be the best suited to tell him," the Templar said. Then his eyes traveled downwards, for the pleasure of seeing some naked female flesh or because he wanted to see if she looks suitable enough to be introduced to the king, she didn't know. Nura endured it, looking to the ground; after all, what else could she do? Luckily, it didn't last long and he soon signaled to follow him...but he was going towards his suit, not the tavern, where she supposed the King stationed himself, judging by the number of soldiers and other Templars who were practically building a cordon around it. "I am terribly sorry, Nura, but the King is most adamant to know what transpired here. I shouldn't be telling this to anybody, but it seems that my presence was solely to flush out possible assassins. It almost seems as if his Majesty knew something like this would happen," the Templar told her and pulled out a small cloak out of some kind of storage inside of his suit. "Given his Majesty's temper, it would probably be best to cover yourself. It isn't much, but it is all I can offer at the moment," he said and handed it to her. Nura was grateful that it turned out he was just worried about the decency of her appearance. After all she's been though this day, she really didn't have the nerves to deal with a horny soldier. She took the cloak and smiled gratefully: "Thank you." She put the cloak around her shoulders, doing her best to hide the tear on her dress, which wasn't easy. She had to hold on to the edges so they wouldn't slip and unravel the shameful state of her outfit. "Let's go," she said when she was done, ready to face whatever she had to. Or at least what she kept telling herself.
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Post by Trippy Hare on Feb 23, 2007 13:04:49 GMT -5
The Lich was not pleased. All across Eshathar, his minions felt his wrath burning away in the backs of their minds. The Terran King had made a bargain, long ago. In exchange for the Lich's help in ascending to the throne, Waeleth would give the Lich payment in the only form of currency the Lich cared about: living things. But Waeleth had reneged on his end of the bargain, and the flow of captives and convicts from Waeleden had dried up. Worse still, the agents the Lich had sent to oversee the entire exchange and keep the King in line had been somehow severed from the mental link. And now, his most trusted lieutenant had returned to him a failure. The King was unharmed, and worse still, aware of the Lich's efforts. Even the presence of elves could not dissuade those sickly, hollow eye sockets from the rage that filled them with an angry yellow glow. How dare he... the fool! He had no idea what his precious kingdom was in for. There were worse things in the world than the Lich, and if Waeleth thought his terrans could face the world's ills alone, the Lich would simply let them. "If you do not want my assistance, then it shall be retracted," the Lich spoke, the silence of his throne choking out every whisper of shock and wonder. Only Calasi had heard his vocie before this day. It must have been of grave importance to make him speak once more. The only question was: who's grave? *** Barax's mind was furiously trying to wrap around what he'd just been told. Why would the king risk the life of a Templar, nort to mention all his loyal subjects here in the Moors, to flush out potential assassins? Didn't he have a mighty Corps of guards and Royal Templars for that purpose? It just didn't make sense. He and Nura wended their way through the crowd, and back to the King's litter. He seemed to be in a foul mood, but that was hardly surprising considering his reputation. "I have brought a witness as you commanded, sire. What else would you have me do?"The king gave him a stern look, as if chastising him for merely speaking. Barax visibly cringed, though he kept his feet rooted were they were. Waeleth turned his gaze to Nura, and nodded solemnly. It seemed he considered it too far beneath him to actually speak to a peasant. Barax couldn't help but wonder just what kind of king this man was.
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Post by VecaVjestica on Mar 9, 2007 14:53:28 GMT -5
Nura followed the Templar back to the tavern that has now, apparently, become the King's temporary headquarters. "Well, that'll make bringing things back to order much easier", Nura thought sarcastically. Once they were face to face with the King, Nura found herself surprised with how the rumors about his looks and general demeanor were true. How uncommon. He was, like Barrax, short and thin, a plain-looking man wouldn't even notice passing by on the street if he were an ordinary citizen. But that was just how he looked. The feeling he gave out was very different...and extremely disturbing. The very thought of how much power this man had, how he got it and what he did to keep it, it would send a cold shiver down the spine. "I have brought a witness as you commanded, sire. What else would you have me do?" Barrax reported. The King looked at him unkindly and, without answering the Templar's question, then turned to her. He had the coldest eyes Nura ever saw and it made her feel fear. This was not something many people inspired in her and her guard was immediately up. God knows why, but the first thing she thought of when their eyes met was that this man must never, never know how different she is from most of his subjects. Little did she know that one of the guards who stood closest to him was, in that very moment, being affected by her latent power in a way she couldn't even imagine was possible. She didn't even know those men aren't men. The King nodded. It seamed he thought that was enough, so Nura started. Her voice was calm and, as always, she looked her collocutor straight in the eyes. He is the High King of Waeleden, but she made no difference between a king and a beggar. She told him about everything, not letting even the tiniest details slip. She was also very careful to explain exactly who was responsible for the entire mess and not let the Elves be turned into scapegoats. They were helping them, trying to fight off the Necrid and she wasn't about to let them be blamed as if they did something wrong. The only thing she didn't mention, not even once, was the bag of gold the Necrid woman left. That belonged to Sylius and nobody else had any right to it. "And that's all that happened before you arrived, Your Majesty," she said when she finished. She did what she was called here to do and hoped he lets her leave right away. She didn't feel comfortable in his presence - she doubted anyone does - and she honestly wished to never meet this man again.
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