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Ask to Join The Chronicles of Necros: Knight Fall
"Very well then, Dulvac." Storm said, taking a map out from seemingly nowhere. "The checkpoint that we need to reach is in the Cursed Woods. You're not scared of phantoms, are you?" The man climbed aboard the wyvern, ready to depart.
"Right." Storm said.
After a bit, Storm had guided Dulvac to a portion of the woods. At first, it seemed as if there was nothing there. Then the warrior took off one of his gloves and touched a dead tree. On the back of his right hand was a rune, and the rune glowed with a faint yellow light as he touched the tree. The area around where he touched the tree became distorted and warbled, partially dispelling a magical illusion. Walking through the rift, Storm entered an outpost. Three people were inside, sitting around a table. One of them stood up.
"Storm. You've accomplished your mission?"
"Yep." the man said, turning to Dulvac. "As per protocol, please send the message that we're coming."
"Right away." The man walked over to an orb and touched it with his bare left hand. He had a similar rune, that glowed a faint green.
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Seven men all sat around a table. This was the Council of the Blackquill... or what was left of it. There were two seats, still empty from the deaths of two councilmen. They had yet to replace those good men. They were all talking in quiet voices, discussing the events of the week and how it affected their grand plan.
A knock came from the door. The man at the front of the table, resting on the highest seat, told whoever was outside to enter the room. A man came inside - a messenger. The rune on his hand still had a faint green light.
"Council of the Blackquill, we have received news from the outpost. Storm has Dulvac with him. They will be here by sunset tomorrow."
"Good." the man at the front said. "Send four Owls to guard them."
"Yes, sir!" the man said, heading out.
"Well... it seems that we will soon be able to get Phase 1 underway." Ezekiel Sheuzor said, smiling. "At last..."
After a bit, Storm had guided Dulvac to a portion of the woods. At first, it seemed as if there was nothing there. Then the warrior took off one of his gloves and touched a dead tree. On the back of his right hand was a rune, and the rune glowed with a faint yellow light as he touched the tree. The area around where he touched the tree became distorted and warbled, partially dispelling a magical illusion. Walking through the rift, Storm entered an outpost. Three people were inside, sitting around a table. One of them stood up.
"Storm. You've accomplished your mission?"
"Yep." the man said, turning to Dulvac. "As per protocol, please send the message that we're coming."
"Right away." The man walked over to an orb and touched it with his bare left hand. He had a similar rune, that glowed a faint green.
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Seven men all sat around a table. This was the Council of the Blackquill... or what was left of it. There were two seats, still empty from the deaths of two councilmen. They had yet to replace those good men. They were all talking in quiet voices, discussing the events of the week and how it affected their grand plan.
A knock came from the door. The man at the front of the table, resting on the highest seat, told whoever was outside to enter the room. A man came inside - a messenger. The rune on his hand still had a faint green light.
"Council of the Blackquill, we have received news from the outpost. Storm has Dulvac with him. They will be here by sunset tomorrow."
"Good." the man at the front said. "Send four Owls to guard them."
"Yes, sir!" the man said, heading out.
"Well... it seems that we will soon be able to get Phase 1 underway." Ezekiel Sheuzor said, smiling. "At last..."
" Around five years ago during House Serin's rebellion a battle was fought here." He said as he looked around. He laid on the ground as he continued speaking. " Prince Avian led a charge against the rebels. The battle lasted five days. It was said that the forest was painted in the blood of the men who were slain here. According to folk lore the spirits of both sides still reside here. Many people have been known to disappear in the forest at night." He said.
"You're welcome. Sleep well" He said as he looked at her. He had to admit now that he could actually see her without a tavern of people or running around she looked very cute. He looked at the sky as he kept running what the bastard of the sand said. " Royal bastard." He mouthed. He knew from an early age that his mom was a whore. So he always expected that he came from one of her many lovers. but if he had tarnished royal blood in him who knew what that meant. Could he try and go for the throne. Should he though. As far as he knew Prince Harry fell in combat by the sand bastard a couple of months ago. Prince Thomas just surrendered to them. The only son of the King that was unacounted for was the crowned Prince Avian.
He decided then and there that he would go and look for his apparently brother and try and help him retake the throne.
He decided then and there that he would go and look for his apparently brother and try and help him retake the throne.
He looked at the ranger and shook his head. He stayed close to Alta and thought about everything he heard as a bartender. From the gossip he heard Avian should be at the eastern city from here. He looked at these two. it was obvious the ranger was going to leave them soon as for Alta part of him couldn't leave her behind.
"Quite a bunch of interesting folk they are. Lots of information to, though you do have to know where to look and either pay the fee for it or know another way to obtain it. Perhaps someone should know where or why the sand bastard wants you," the ranger offered, now examine an arrow and chuckled, "well that's cery noble of you and I might. Do still have to meet with my contacts though".
He looked at her. "That could help." He said. He looked at the ranger for a few seconds. " Look I don't have much. Hell that bar was only given to me by my mother's pimp. I'll pay you as much as I can for you to stay with us. I'm not a good fighter and since Alta wants to stay by myside I'll need some help in order to keep both of us safe. So what's you're price ranger?"
He looked at the Ranger. " No way in hell are you going to call me that." he said. " I'm just a result of a fuck the king had with a whore." He winced when he called his mother that. She might of been one but she was a loving person. "Also I plan on getting the rightful man on the throne. We need to look for Prince Avian. I believe that he is still alive somewhere in this kingdom."
Ashlynn held her hood tightly, as the people around her stared her down. They mumbled and a few pointed at the girl. 'Being a minority' wasn't so accepting where she was. Even though she was the same as everyone else, no one would let her say it. The community would shut her down every time she attempted to open her mouth. As she exited the area, she continued to walk through the forest.
Aaron kicked the sand as he walked, his armor clanking ever step he would take. His Wyvern followed close behind him, 'murdering' every plant that survived in the desert. The two didn't see life as important, unless you had a clear purpose to everyone. A simple cactus sitting still in the desert was useless, but looking at a warrior meant so much more. A warrior's purpose is to protect, while a cactus just holds water he thought.
Aaron kicked the sand as he walked, his armor clanking ever step he would take. His Wyvern followed close behind him, 'murdering' every plant that survived in the desert. The two didn't see life as important, unless you had a clear purpose to everyone. A simple cactus sitting still in the desert was useless, but looking at a warrior meant so much more. A warrior's purpose is to protect, while a cactus just holds water he thought.
Ashlynn jumped back and gripped onto her bow. "W-what? Who are you?!" her voice was soft and quiet, but the same time, a hint of innocence poisoned it. "Kill the sand..?" she repeated in her head, wondering how the stranger found her.
Ashlynn's body began to shake, "A thief!" she went down on her knees, and prayed. "Please don't kill me.." she mumbled to Alta. The woman's bow dropped to her side, as she grabbed onto the thief's hands. "I'll do anything."
Alta drooped and she faceplamed " Did you really believe me" she said and she bent down and she smirked " Ok if i don't kill you have to join us and ..." she went to her ear " I'm a knight " she whispered and she kissed her cheek before grabbing her hand and running back to her group "hey every one meet the scared Ranger" she hugged the ranger and she winked " Just kidding she really brave i just told her i was a thief and she freaked out , " she said handing the Ranger her bow.
The girl blushed, and pulled her hood down more. She gripped onto her bow, and began to mumble. "M-my name is Ashlynn, of the G-great Forest." She sheathed her bow, and slipped it back onto her back.
"No more jokes.. My parents taught me that such foolery was a sin." the girl straitened her back, and attempted to show a small bit of confidence, even thought she was more than terrified. "Who is this.. Sand man you are going after?" she questioned.