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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on May 4, 2014 20:59:18 GMT -6
These woods weren't strange to the Clanless; as much as he recognized the foliage as those of his home in Briton, he also knew these particular ones from his past in the land of Wildgard.
The sun beamed down on his pale skin, burning him slightly. He didn't enjoy the sun as he used to, in his more reckless days of being a monk. He was one for shade, and cold, and dusk.
How he longed for dusk.
But he had a job to do, and he wouldn't be bothered by any sunlight beaming down on his unprotected neck.
People, on the other hand, were certainly a different story.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 4, 2014 21:50:10 GMT -6
Ashen continued her walk though the Forest. it had been a long a trying day. once she wished she had forgotten. War...War...those words echoed in her mind. it was true she was now aligned with the bears, but now war with the barbarians?! Where was her people to defend her as she defended them? why was she alone?! as ashen walked she gripped her arm with the Curse marks that had yet to fade. burning pain coursing thought her body because of the fear she felt.
once she calmed herself she sighed. what was she to do? she racked her mind for answers, unaware of her surroundings.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on May 7, 2014 16:38:03 GMT -6
Up ahead, the light was broken by a silhouette, walking away from the elf towards it own destination. It appeared to be carrying on its back a quiver of arrows, but he could've easily been wrong. The elf clutched his blade's hilt tightly and started towards the figure, wondering who could be so far out in the wild while barbarians were still roaming freely.
It would be dangerous for anyone, no matter how good a fighter they were; however, if he was lucky and the barbars still suspected him to be one of their own, he was safe. If not, he would embrace death easily.
No, he had to stop the impending doom.
And reunite with his fallen friends.
Peace in death was what mattered, but there would be none if he didn't do what needed to be done.
Snap!
The Clanless looked down at his feet, where underneath him was a snapped twig. Frustrated, he stepped backwards slightly, but his boots still rustled the leaves, creating more noise.
Apparently, he wasn't as lucky as he'd initially suspected.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 7, 2014 18:28:05 GMT -6
Ashen Froze, eyes widening to the sound of branches snapping. within a second she had her bow drawn and arrow ready aiming to the direction of the sound. not caring that her curse ridden arm was now visible with black charcoal lines.
Her Feline eyes once normal now paper thin slits, a panther like growl growing from her throat.
"who is there?! i hear you Creature, make yourself visible before im forced to sniff you out!" she spoke while growling.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on May 11, 2014 17:10:40 GMT -6
The bow of the woman was now in the elf's face, arrow directed at his forehead. Her eyes were slits like the cut of a blade. However, his breathing remained as still as the air around the two had become.
It seemed to him that this woman was familiar from the days recent. However, many people had talked to him very quickly after he'd returned for a second time to Wildgard.
"Why do you walk among these trees? There are dangerous folk about." The Clanless spoke in a low tone of voice from behind his thin face veil.
His hand loosened on his shortsword, ready to be rid of it if he needed to show he meant no harm. No harm, no, but peace had to be attained. Still, it wouldn't be attained while there was still the impending evil.
"Speak." He growled.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 11, 2014 22:58:40 GMT -6
"I don't take Orders from you,I can walk where ever I please. thank you. I like to be away from people these days. what's it to you? the only Dangerous one I see here is you!" her eyes locked on him, arrow still ready. as she spoke her growl intensified. Her heart began to race, as her eyes moved only slightly to see the Short sword he held. She had no idea if she could trust this man.
she took a step back encase she needed some distance to shoot, then flee if needed. it wouldn't be wise to be so close to someone who was armed. "why are you here? if the forest is truly that Dangerous then maybe it is you who is up to no good?" she questioned her breath slightly quickening.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on May 12, 2014 20:14:36 GMT -6
The elf loosened his grip on his blade, ready to dispose of it if he needed. He could see her eyes trailing towards his hand and could feel the tension of her body rising.
"I am not one to be suspected. An elf is not normally welcome among the barbarians. I am here only to further my own plans, and worry that you may interfere."
He thought for a moment; perhaps this was exactly what he needed. So far, he'd traveled south for the winter in order to find a way to work on his own towards his goal, but that hadn't turned out well. Back in Briton, there were even fewer people wanting to help him. His work was important, and maybe if this one was loyal to Wildgard, he'd have the advantage of working with her and, as a result, the town, against his foe.
"Are you an ally of Wildgard's government?" He asked forcefully, retaining his stoic expression. However, he did lay his blade beside him, the tip sticking into the ground and the ball at the end of the hilt resting just in his palm. "I might have something of worth to you."
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 12, 2014 20:59:31 GMT -6
"I WAS a member" she mocked, "until I had to break one rule to abide another, though I still have connections to the church and basilica. Why what are your plans? Does it involve ANYTHING to do with the silver scale?!" She pulled her arrow taunted threatening more the kill the stranger.
"Speak I grow tired of this game we play. If you have anything planed against the silver scale today you will breath your last I promise you"
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on May 15, 2014 20:22:26 GMT -6
The monk's eyebrows raised--only barely, that is. What was this Silverscale she spoke of? Obviously it had been some time since he'd been here, as this scale of the silver variety hadn't come to his knowledge.
"I plan not against this...scale. My plans are against an older enemy. One that will surely break the spirits of everyone here were it to come. I have searched all of winter for one who will aid me. Tell me more about this Silverscale, would you?" He asked with slight intrigue.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 16, 2014 0:25:59 GMT -6
"Why would I give a stranger information on my family? The only thing I will tell you is I'm the leader of the silver scale and I will not let anyone harm my people" she stated calmly still not convinced that this person was friendly.
"You speak of an old enemy? Who? And if you are willing to talk either sheath your weapon or ride yourself of it. I will withdrew my bow only then." Ashen knew this was a bold move on her part. She normally would shot and ask later or simply flee. But this enemy...she wondered if maybe this person and herself had something I common.
Waiting a short moment her patience grew thin "well what say you? Remove the danger and speak with me? Or leave and fear that one day I am an enemy. I would pick the first if I where you. Unless your looking for trouble." Ashen spoke firmly. She wasn't about to be swayed when her family might be on the line and sure as hell would let this man live if this enemy WAS her family.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on May 16, 2014 10:23:47 GMT -6
The weapon in his hand suddenly was sent flying into the underbrush behind the elf, his eyes thinning impatiently as he did so.
"I wish not to harm your family. I'm the one who will help to protect it as well as I can from my old enemy. An organisation from across the seas, ancient yet new beyond recognition. But I am no enemy, nor do I wish to be."
He tapped his fingers along his kilt and watched the woman.
"Many dark things are inbound, and I need to be sure that the people of Wildgard, whether they be with the government or not, are ready to stand. I am the Clanless, and I am your ally, if you would allow." |
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 16, 2014 10:46:31 GMT -6
Ashen's eyes watched the sword as it flew into the underbrush away from the elf. Once it meet it's new bed her eyes locked back upon the stranger. Keeping to her work she began to relax her arm slowly making the arrow leave the bow was she place the bow over her shoulder and the arrow back with it's fellow kin.
"I am Ashen, and if you are not my enemy then you are a comrade. I warn you betrayal and I go far back, I tend to greet it with a dagger. However if you are this protecter to claim to be, then perhaps betrayal will not find me here." She said calmly, he words soft like the spring breeze itself.
"You still have yet to tell me your enemy mister...Clanless was it? Purrhaps you need help as much as I?" Looking at her cursed shoulder as she spoke she slowly turned her gaze back to him. Knowing full well that if he didn't see the marks are her right arm by now he was clearly blind. Either that or he though it was permanent inking.
"You are not the only one who likes to help others, why else would I run a guild."
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on May 18, 2014 19:49:27 GMT -6
The wind blew his cloak to his side, slightly revealing his chest covered with scars and hair. His skin reflected slightly in the sun with how pale it was.
"My enemy..." he muttered, looking off into the distance. "An ancient organization...a grouping...a religion. It caused the death of my friends many years ago in the rise of the Elven Nation, off across the ocean. I am far older than I look, and that has given me plenty of time to plot against them."
He brought out from his belt a map, but didn't reveal it.
"This pinpoints the location of a structure I may need to obtain something from. Something that will help me in fighting them when at last they arrive here. I am in need of someone who will stand strong by my side. Once I return, I will be ready for this conflict. Although the rest of Wildgard may not, I am asking that you try your best to find me allies. You can trust me." With the concluding sentence, he motioned to his blade, embedded in the soft dirt far away.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 18, 2014 21:27:02 GMT -6
"Trust is something I don't give lightly, especially to strangers I have just meet. I also particularly don't like your race, though I know it wasn't you who capture and tortured me long ago. It just takes me a while to trust elfs." Ashen stated calmly as she leaned her back against a tree, crossing her arms after leaning her bow Banshee beside her.
"You say I'm strong yes? How do you know this have you been watching me?" She quested still examining his Demeter. She may have disliked elfs but they where still ascetically pleasing. "What reason do I have to help? And what is on that map to hold? All these questions and I fear you'll continue to be less informational with me."
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on May 18, 2014 22:30:26 GMT -6
"My people are not the elves you speak of. We've faced torments in our past far greater than any in this world care to admit. We've been slaughtered, sentenced, abused, and forced to work for the upper echelon of Elven Society. We are not all too different from you in that regard. The elves I once was imprisoned by and watched as they raped and murdered my friends? They were all agents of this group." Even speaking of the terrible tragedies made his blood boil to the point where he looked like he'd be served steamed with melted butter at a port.
Finally, he cooled himself with a few breaths and covered his face once more. "You are strong, for I can feel it in you. And if you resist the temptation of angels past and gods, then you are perfect for uniting Wildgard against this...this fiendish entity. Would I be wrong in assuming such? If not, then I can always find allies who are willing to...stand stronger." |
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