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Fight For Teresius [T]

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Two men walked briskly down a long hall. They were both very large men who were wearing full plate armor and helmets which hid their identities. Both were carrying halberds, holding them vertically so the tip of the spike was pointed at the ceiling. They were escorting another man, Sekaul, who had been summoned to King Cain himself to his throne.

Sekaul, who was probably looking better than he did on most days: his armor and sword had been polished, he had fixed his long braid to get it the best he could get it to look, and he was clean shaven, thought to himself. He was curious, and worried. Why would Cain want to see me? He thought. Sekaul had only ever seen the king but a handful of times, and never has he spoken to Sekaul. Was he going to be punished? That couldn't be. The king would never bother himself with the affairs of a knight of Sekaul's rank. Plus, what had Sekaul even done to be punished for? Had they discovered that he had let a family that he was supposed to have killed or capture go free? But that was so long ago. Lines of worry were etched into the half elf's forehead.

As he got nearer to the heart of the castle, Sekaul noticed some significant differences. In the parts of the castle Sekaul had ever been to, the walls and floors were always pain stone. This section was far more decorated. Carpets were all throughout the floors. Paintings, tapestries, and weapons all adorned the walls. Suits of armor, pottery, and statuettes lined the halls. He also noticed far more guards patrolling, all glanced at the green-hooded stranger as he walked by.

At last, they had reached the outside of the throne room. It was a huge double door. Outside stood four armored guards bearing polearms. Once they saw the party, the guards lifted their crossed blades and opened the door. One of Sekaul's escorts nodded him in.

As he went inside, Sekaul removed his hood. The throne room was black, and dark. Sekaul's shining armor now reflected a black light. In the throne sat King Cain himself, his eyes cold and unemotional. Sekaul didn't much care for Cain, nor the way he had been running Terisius. But Sekaul didn't necessarily think the king himself was evil. He was rather young, as kings go, and probably barely knew how to rule. As a result, he could have easily been led astray by bad advisers. Sekaul had always had a hunch that the Cain's council was just as much, if not more, responsible for modern-day Terisius. But still, Sekaul didn't think high of the king either. There was no doubt that the king was messed up in some way. The way the half elf saw it, Terisius as it is now was created because Cain wanted to make a bad decision, and his council told him it was a good idea. But, he and his father were taken care of rather well in exchange for Sekaul's services and as payment for his father's past service with Vince, so Sekaul didn't think the king could be all bad as others would want to believe.

Sekaul approached Cain.

"My Lord." he said with a bow, the only reason it didn't sound forced was because he had been practicing the line.

"Kneel." the king said, not really caring what the half elf before him just said.

Sekaul did as instructed. Well then, what now? he thought to himself.
 
Florenzo awoke from his slumber and looked around. Florenzo rolled out of bed, shaking off his tiredness when he rose out. His butler, Smithers (OOC:The only possible butler name) was there waiting for Florenzo.

" Good morning Smithers. I assume that you are finished watching me sleep. What is it," Florenzo asked.

" Ah, yes Master, the King has placed a warrant for your arrest. I would recommend departing for the castle," Smithers responded. Florenzo nodded and ordered,

" Prepare my finest horse. You are to stay here, and protect my estate." Smithers nodded and exited the room. Florenzo rushed into his wardrobe room and put on his clothes, the ones he used for battle. Florenzo grabbed his sword and slung behind his back, and put on his hidden blade attachment, cleverly disguised amongst his armor. Florenzo ran down to the stable, where Smithers had prepared a horse.

" Thank you Smithers, may I see you sometime soon," Florenzo thanked as he rode off towards the forest of Rune, where he felt he should go to. The other members of the resistance had referred to a clearing there, and that is where Florenzo believed he should meet up. Florenzo breathed in as he reached the treed edge of The Forest of Rune. Florenzo rode into the forest, checking his corners for any of the King's men who could be here. Florenzo noticed a clearing, with a man standing in it. Florenzo rode into the clearing, and picked up a scroll that was on the ground. Florenzo read it, and set the scroll on a log. Florenzo walked up to the other man there and introduced,

" Hello, my name is Florenzo De Masera, I assume you are here for the same reason that I am."
 
Yay! Starting! Better get this off quick before I leave for work...

Dohel sighed as he stared at the now empty glass of ale he had just finished. He sat at a small table in the corner of a bar, watching the bar's patrons waiting for someone....special. He had his hood of his cloak covering his head as always, hiding his half elf ears. Dohel hated being a half breed, and now he wore his dark cloak that covered his body and head to hide his identidy whenever possible.

Which was useful for more than one reason. Hiding his ears helped to keep away prejudice, and hiding your identity is always useful when you are an assasin. Dohel had been an assasin for many years now, working mostly for the king, but he doesn't object to other jobs that are well paying, like the one he was on now. He grinned as he brought back the memory of his client, who had been so nervous that he had payed Dohel in advance for the job.

Dohel looked up, and noticed that his target had just entered the bar. Time for some fun, Dohel thought to himself. He had picked the table he was sitting at specifically, because it just happened to be his targets favorite table. The target also tended to get in an argument with anybody at that table, which was exactly why Dohel picked it. As he had predicted, the target, a man about thirty who looked like he had already had one too many beers, walked straight to Dohel's table and proceeded to shout at him.

"What the hell are you doing!?!? Dont you know that this is my table!?!?"

Dohel sighed and calmly replied, "My good man, I am sitting at this table, and I do not see your name anywhere on it, so how can this be your table? Did you buy it from the owner? Hmm?"

The man got red in the face and shouted "You have five seconds to get out of my table, or I'll kill you!"

Dohel stared at him for a moment, then laughed and said, "Well then, I suppose I'll just have to die then wont I?"

The man growled and swung his fist at Dohel, only to have Dohel grab the fist, then pull down on it, breaking the man's arm and then being pulled face first on to the table. The assasin then pulled a knife out of his sleeve and stabbed the man in the back, effectively killing him.

Dohel got out of his chair and stretched, then walked over to the bar and slid a few gold coins over to the bar tender, who was hiding behind the bar. "Sorry about the mess." Dohel bluntly said, "Well, I must be going." And then he walked out of the now silent bar.

He then headed towards the castle, as the King had called him there earlier. He hoped that he hadn't kept the King waiting, although he wasn't that concerned. He knew that the King had gone a bit mad, but even mad people fear an assasin like himself.

About half an hour later, Dohel walked into the throne room, a rather gloomy room, but Dohel was used to seeing it by now. He noticed another man was already there, but Dohel ignored him, and knelt before the King, waiting for orders.
 
Ralph Xanxi was in his quarters, having a relaxing time in his bath. The warm, cool water soaked his skin as he closed his eyes and leaned back. He had recently come back from a mission, and was enjoying his relaxation.

It was a wonderful life. Ralph actually got payed to basically fight people. It's what he loved to do, and he was very good at it. Basically, he was a Knight of Teresius in title, but in reality, he was only a mercenary. A mercenary hired by the King years ago, and Ralph stuck by here. It was comfortable. All the food he could eat, mountains of money, any woman he wanted, servants waiting on him, and all of the opponents he could fight.

Damn good life, Ralph thought.

Suddenly, he was interrupted as one of his servants entered the room. He bowed, looking at Ralph nervously.

Ralph sighed and looked at him from his bath.

"This better be good."

The servant bowed lower. "Yes sire. The king has requested your presence in his throne room immediately.

Ralph groaned. Usually, he did not like to be commanded, but the King was his contractor, and he payed the bills, so Ralph would do as he asked. He motioned the servant to leave, and he did, and Ralph got out of the tub and quickly dressed. He took his Great Axe off of the stand he placed it in. It's handle was made with fine gold insignias, but the axe itself was pure steel. Even through all its been, though, there were few worn marks. Ralph takes care of his weapon.

He placed the Axe on the strap on his back, and grabbed his throwing axes as well. He decided to bring all of his weapons in case the King wanted to give him an assignment.

The walk was uneventful to the throne room. For the most part, many of the servants and others got out of his way, not wanting to accidentally get into a conflict with the man they called "The Demon". After a while of walking, Ralph entered the throne room.

Already in there were two other Knights of Teresius, both were elves, or half-elves, kneeling before the king. They were Dohel Alanea and Sekaul Gladomain. Ralph walked inside as well, approaching the king. He looked at the other two knights kneeling.

He had always had a problem with kneeling. He never liked the idea of being indebted to someone, or being a servant of someone. Ralph was in his eyes a free man, and would never kneel before someone. As a mercenary, he was working for people all the time, but that was for money, and he could refuse service should he choose to. Yet Ralph knew of the King's personality. Yet over the years under contract of the King, he believed the King had gotten used to the idea of Ralph not bowing in front of him, although he imagined he never liked it much. Still, Ralph would show some respect to the King. He wanted to keep his job, and his head after all.

He walked behind the other two, and made a simple bow at the king, before standing back upright. He leaned on a pole in the room, his arms crossed, waiting for the others to arrive, and for the king to state the purpose of the call.
 
Doran was laying on his bed, his sword placed on a table next to him, the scabbard protecting it from any scratches and preventing it from rusting. The Disappearing pendant was in his right hand, and the boy decided to examine it again. After all, it seemed to have a mind of his own, and if it couldn't work, Doran had to get away from very, very sticky situations with nothing to help him except for his sword and his instincts. Looking at the pendant, Doran couldn't help being a little suspicious, as it looked like an ordinary rock or pebble. The only thing that separated the two apart was its ability to glow green in the dark, which it wasn't about to do right now as the sun was shining into his room from the windows. So yes, it looked exactly like an ordinary rock.


"Come on....come on....." Doran frowned, shaking his Disappearing Pendant with his right hand, the circular, grey stone showing no reply at all, "Listen to me for once? Otherwise I'm going to get you fixed at the blacksmith's."


The invisibility pendant won't just give you invisibility, it turns you into a spirit, your soul turned into a mere essence, giving you the power to fly and pass walls. In essence form, people can't target you, and the essence moves like a swarm of bees flying together or a black swift nimbus cloud, and the only differences are - you're invisible, and you're not a swarm of bees but an essence of yourself. Lose it somehow, and you'll cease to exist, which is a big risk.


As if it was listening, the pendant glowed, and Doran smiled as his hands were disappearing into thin air, then his legs, head, and body vanished as well. And then, his weight was gone, and he found himself hovering around the room, like he's a part of the wind. When he was about to take off, somebody called from behind, and Doran lost balance, appearing and turning back into his normal, heavy form, dropping onto the floor with a loud thump.


"Doran, the king wants to see you." A boy, about his age, was standing before him, his eyes full of mischief, "Ah, using your special pendant thing again?"


Rolling his eyes, Doran got to his feet and brushed the dust off his body, "You scared the crap out of me, James." Doran spoke, looking at his 'neighbor', his eyes full of frustration and impatience. James was a knight as well, and his room was right next to Doran's, and to make things worse, Doran's door lock was broke, and people could enter without saying a thing. Privacy? Zero. Walking towards the table, he reached for his sword and attached the scabbard onto his belt, then put his large coat on (check my pic in SU if you wanna know how it looks like) before turning to the knight again, raising an eyebrow.


"Usual place?" Doran asked, tilting his head, and James nodded, stepping aside so Doran could leave his room. Sighing, Doran squeezed the pendant in his hand, and in a second, he was gone, and he was drifting in the hallways, heading towards the King's throne room. The throne room seemed to be losing color and life, and things were darker than they were before, or was it just his imagination? Taking a sharp turn to the left, he flew past a couple of rooms, blushing as he took a wrong turn and drifted into a girl's room, then did a u-turn, zooming through the labyrinth.


The throne room was in view, and Doran sighed in relief as he entered the hall unnoticed. He wasn't alone, and some knights were kneeling before the King, and one was leaning onto a pole, which Doran recognized as the infamous Demon. As the two knights with unfamiliar faces bowed before the king, Doran drifted towards the two, appearing with a 'poof', kneeling as well before the king, right next to the other two.


"Yes, my lord?"
 
Astra quietly entered the Forest of Rune, looking for a clearing specified by the resistors at the table. Astra looked around at the thick forest, the natural beauty of it never seemed to wear away. Astra briskly danced through the forest, still checking for a clearing. The forest was beautiful, with the sun shining in. It was still a short while before Astra saw a man on a Horse ride into the clearing. The man dismounted and read a scroll that he picked up off the ground. Astra climbed up into a tree and watched from a perch. The man walked over towards another man, presumably two members of the resistance. Astra jumped down, and quietly dashed to the letter. Astra read the letter, seeing what the letter entails. Hmm.., Astra thought, returning the letter to it's location. Astra climbed up into a tree and rested there.
 
Cecelia made her way through the Forest of Rune, treading carefully. The gnarly roots and upturned rocks were particularly dangerous for someone who couldn't see them very well. Nevertheless, she had been in this forest a few times before and had become used to the terrain, so she did not stumble on her way.

There were already a few people in the clearing. Two of them were close together, talking; one was sitting atop a tree branch; and another seemed to be hiding amongst the trees. He or she must be using some kind of deception magic... Cecelia was having a difficult time sensing their life force. She noticed the person who had been sitting on the tree branch hop down and pick up a scroll. Perhaps it held some information as to why they had all been gathered here. After the person climbed back up to the safety of their tree, Cecelia went to read the scroll. Luckily for her, the words weren't too small, so she was able to read with moderate success.

It took her noticeably longer than the others to read the letter, but she was able to make out key words and understand her mission. It was her job to get all the way to the Grey Mountains along with the other people here. This would certainly be a difficult journey, but if she could help get King Cain off the throne, it would be worth it. Someone so corrupt should not be able to rule an entire kingdom.

Cecelia returned the scroll to it's place and sat down on the grass, leaning against a tree. The warmth of the sun caressed her skin as she listened to the birds singing in the trees. There could be no finer day to start a journey.
 
OOC: only one more person needs to post but we'll just move on from intros cause I know some people are anxious for this to get moving

Knights of Teresius

Cain looked at the knights before him with a scowl on his face. He knew they all were good knights but as always her had to doubt their ability a little bit. "Now that you've arrived lets get down to why your here" he said looking at the group. "We've recieved word that the resistance is sending people to the Grey Mountains. We don't know why but still see it as a threat. I've chosen you my best six knights to go after them and stop them at all costs leaving none of them alive" he said looking at them before looking at one of the throne room guards "Go retrieve Naomi I know she knows more than we do we'll make her talk" he said smirking evilly.

Resistance

Princess Naomi sighed sitting in her room extremely bored. She knew she had to get out of the castle, to get to the forest before it was to late. She stood up quietly and snuck out of her bedroom carrying a small bag with her stuff in it. It'll be awhile before I'm back she thought managing to sneak to the throne room door. Listening she picked up a few words of her fathers conversation and knew that somehow he had figured out part of what was going on. Naomi backed slowly away from the door and swiftly left the castle a hood and cloak covering her as she got on the horse that had been left outside. Riding quickly through the forest getting rid of the cloak. Finally reaching the clearing she saw the note and nodded looking at the others who where there.

For both

The guard left the throne room and came back a few minutes later alone whispering something in the kings ear. Cain grew angry and looked at the guards "Also return the princess to the castle. Find her she's ran off" he said before exiting the throe room.

(Now you may free post :D sorry if this is a little short it's like 3:30 in the morning and I got two hours of sleep)
 
((OOC: T-T My post never came up? Fail cousin's laptop is fail. I'll just make it a quicky.))


A single azure blue lance stood impaled into the dying soil as a lone figure stood nearby, staring off into the barren wastelands that surrounded the nearby castle. Blackened trees, charred grounds, and withered plants; that was what any and all will behold of the once lush and green beauty that was Nature. The lone figure took notice of a small withering tree sapling just beneath it's feet and crouched down. Unknowning, a dark silhouette approached the figure.

"Milady Eva." The dark silhouette's feminine voice resonated from her mouth. Her crimson hair gleamed in the sun as she, in a courier's attire, stood behind the crouched Elven woman. Eva was clearly deep in thought or of some sort as she did not reply to the courier's call.

"Milady Eva," she started once more, "... I have orders for you from his Majesty. You are to assemble at his Majesty's Throne Room and await further orders." The crimson haired woman finished but saw no response whatsoever from Eva as if she did not hear. Minutes pass, Eva finally made some movements from her idle state. She slowly brought herself up from a crouched position and into a standing posture before turning towards the courier. Eva removed her lance from the ground and began walking towards the castle gates.

"Milady...-" She tried once more to relay her message to the Elven woman. The courier was a secret admirer of Eva's.

"Come Milfrea," Eva interjected, "We mustn't keep his Majesty waiting." Eva motioned with her hand for Milfrea to follow as they both returned to the castle of their liege.

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The once majestic castle was now a dark and looming immobile creature. The corridors can almost manifest creatures of the dark any second and the air was heavy and dense. It had truly lost it's former glory after the passing of it's benevolent king, King Vince, however, the future is made with the living, and this future, whether Eva liked it or not, was one she would have to go on living in.

With the dark and ominous feel of the corridors shaking her very core, Milfrea followed closely behind Eva, who knew where she was going. Eva had traversed the castle many times and without need of a map because of her embedded memory of the blue prints the castle was fashioned out of. Eva cut corners and hallways before she and Milfrea came upon a pair of double doors engraved with long faded markings. Two guards stood by the entrance and saluted the moment they saw Eva. Eva returned with a salute before the pair broke the silence.

"Welcome, Lady Eva." They both said in unison. They were secret Eva admirers as well, however, they easily kept unchanging looks on their faces as they greeted her. "His Majesty still hasn't arrived yet so hurry on in." The guard on the left spoke out of unison before he and his partner opened the pair of doors to reveal a large Throne Room within. Eva nodded to them before turning back towards Milfrea.

"Return to your prior duties, Milfrea. I will see you after the meeting." Eva commanded of the crimson haired woman. Milfrea nodded her head hesitantly for she did not want to navigate the corridors alone, and began backtracking her way out. Eva turned back towards the doors and walked in.

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Cain looked at the knights before him with a scowl on his face. He knew they all were good knights but as always her had to doubt their ability a little bit.

'Now that you've arrived lets get down to why your here' he said looking at the group. 'We've recieved word that the resistance is sending people to the Grey Mountains. We don't know why but still see it as a threat. I've chosen you my best six knights to go after them and stop them at all costs leaving none of them alive,' he said looking at them before looking at one of the throne room guards.

'Go retrieve Naomi! I know she knows more than we do. We'll make her talk.' he said smirking evilly. The guard left the throne room only to return a few minutes later alone whispering something in the kings ear. Cain grew angry and looked at the guards.

"Also return the princess to the castle. Find her! She's run off." he said before exiting the throne room.

Eva stood rather still as her thoughts began thinking of their objectives. First, it was to use the princess to extract vital information of the Resistance and then second, to annihilate the Resistance, but with the disappearance of the princess, finding her on the run would be something difficult and Eva could attest to that. Not to mention, their enemies would gain valuable information of the castle from her Highness as well. Truly something troublesome has happened.

((OOC: Yeah... I just did some minor time skips. I thought the post was up before I left his house but apparently it wasn't. :/))
 
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Ralph listened as the King gave his instructions.

"Now that you've arrived lets get down to why your here. We've received word that the Resistance is sending people to the Grey Mountains. We don't know why but still see it as a threat. I've chosen you, my best six knights, to go after them and stop them at all costs, leaving none of them alive."

The king looked at the guards and spoke again. "Go retrieve Naomi I know she knows more than we do we'll make her talk."

Ralph stretched his back for a second. He looked at the others knights, and began to proceed out of the door, then heard the King shout after them.

"Also return the princess to the castle. Find, her she's ran off!"

Ralph looked back, then nodded. He took this moment to survey the ones he'd be working with.

First, there was a tall man named Sekaul Gladomain. He had light brown hair and strange purple eyes. He sports a plate shirt with shoulder guards. The rest is exposed only by chain mail. Although he's never actually worked with him, but he heard he sports a Scimitar as his weapon of choice. Ralph noticed the slight point of the ear on him. He was certain of it now. If anything, this man was a half-elf.

The Second Knight was Dohel Alanea, and as seen by his ears, he was also an elf, but his ears weren't fully pointed. Probably another half elf. He had long black hair, green eyes, and a cloak he wears around his body. Ralph heard that Dohel was a mercenary like Ralph is, but takes a much darker pleasure in the kill than Ralph does. It seems while Ralph enjoys more of the little things, the guilty pleasures, Dohel prefers the kill to the coin. An assassin.

Doran Donovis was the third Knight. He was younger than the rest of them, but from what he heard, he could probably hold his own. Probably, Ralph thought. Although he does his job well, according to some small rumors, he was a big of a softie. That was, at least what the rumors said. But Ralph often followed rumors. They could be right, they could be wrong, but rumors tend to have from something.

The last Knight was Eva Fillusia, The Queen of Lances, as she was called. A woman of unknown age. A she very interesting silver hair, with streaks of violet in it, very long. She has a white breastplate with a shoulder plate on her right shoulder. She also had pointed ear, much more defined than the other two. She was most likely a full elf. Ralph doesn't know much about her past, nothing much heard even in the ways of rumors, but, in all honesty, he didn't care. Having a woman on the team was both a curse and a privilege. On one hand, Ralph never believed women to be strong fighters, and he wondered if she'd be able to pull her own weight. However, in this case, given her reputation, he thought she'd be alright. On the other hand, she was a woman, and going into combat with a woman closeby is a sight easy on the eyes.

After finishing surveying the other Knights, Ralph spoke up.

"Well Knighties, we aren't gonna get anything done standing around. Come on, I wanna get the princess, and take out the Resistance and be home for supper."

If the others hadn't heard of Ralph before, they'll soon be able to guess he's not a conventional knight, so the necessary mannerisms and etiquette Knights would usually show among themselves would be shown with Ralph. If anything, to Ralph, this would brighten up the whole journey there. To others, it might annoy the hell outta them.
 
Skeaul knelt in silence as his orders were given. Looking to a guard, the king commanded, "Go retrieve Naomi I know she knows more than we do we'll make her talk," smirking on the last words.

How? The half elf thought to himself. Were the rumors true? Is the Princess really a part of the Resistance? Why did Cain not question her earlier? Was this recent news? Sekaul thought wildly, mass confusion on his mind.

As the king appeared quite ready to leave, Sekaul began to rise. It was just then that the guard who had been sent after Naomi had returned. It was easy to notice he was alone. The guard approached Cain and whispered in his ear. Lines of anger were engraved upon the king's face. "Also return the princess. She's run off." Sekaul was a tad confused as to why the king remained rather collective given the situation. Yet still, it made sense to send out only a small group after her first. If a mass search party was sent after her, the people would know something was wrong. And the castle would be more open to attack.

Sekaul then rose, knowing what he had to do: Return the princess to make sure she didn't give castle information to the Resistance, get her to give the Knights information on the Resistance, and then annihilate them.

"Well Knighties, we aren't gonna get anything done standing around. Come on, I wanna get the princess, and take out the Resistance and be home for supper." a voice called from behind. Turning around, Sekaul saw that the source was Ralph Xangxi, the Demon. Stories of his exploits were told far and wide throughout the Knights, and Sekaul knew many of them. He knew that, if anything, Ralph wasn't conventional. But, the axe he carries would prove useful, if the stories of it held true.

As he looked around the room, Sekaul only knew one other, Eva Fillusia, the Frozen Lancer. He simply knew that she was a skilled lancer that could use magic, and an elf. As far as the others went, he knew that one of the others in the room with him, Dohel Alanea, was an assassin. An assassin with ears very similar to his, Sekaul noted. The only one remaining was wearing a very peculiar coat. Sekaul knew nothing of him.

After his survey of those who were to be his comrades, he responded to the Demon. "I'm going to the stables. I'll meet you out there." He said, then departing the throne room, lifting his hood over his head as he left. He took a glance back at Eva before leaving, seeing if she would go with him or not. He assumed that one of the title "Lancer" would have a horse.

After he found his way to the stables, Sekaul noticed one of the grooms of the stable, Laurence, waiting outside. Once he spotted Sekaul, he nodded to him. Sekaul had known Laurence for a time, and had gotten to know him pretty well. He was rather laid back and cheerful, considering the constant work he had to do. As Sekaul approached the groom he wasted no time getting to the point.

"You here for Coal?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Indeed." Sekaul responded. Laurence nodded, and led him into the stable. The two passed row upon row of stalls, horses of all kinds inside. Eventually, they had found what they were looking for. It was Coal, Sekaul's horse. He was a black horse, male. He had white socks and a gray head and mane. Sekaul noticed he was already saddled.

Laurence followed the half elf's gaze. "Yep." he said, as if a question was asked. "Been tacked up, hooves are clean, coat is brushed, and he's been well fed. He's ready to go." Sekaul chuckled a bit. "Cain wants me out of here quick, doesn't he." "Apparently,' Laurence said. 'Some knights told me to give you this,' he said, handing Sekaul a heavy pack. 'Got a bedroll, ropes, maps, torches, food, everything for a long journey." he said, sighing the last words. Sekaul looked at him, putting a hand on the groom's shoulder. "Thank you, Laurence. You've been a good friend, to me and Coal. And don't worry, I'll be back soon." Sekaul said, walking towards his horse. Laurence, helping the half elf onto his horse, said his farewell. "And don't come back too soon. By the time you get back here, I expect one hundred Resistance scalps, and a wagon of gold. Oh, and a pint of beer would be nice too." "I'll keep it in mind. Farewell." Sekaul said as he began to ride off. First he trotted, he picked up speed as he went further, looking for what were to be his travelling companions.
 
When Ardor saw that her highness was safely with the others, he decided it was time for him to set out. He faded out the other side of the tree, and with a few different Elven words he disappeared from sight. A little bit of light magic, and that was that. He knew she had been pursued. After all, when Ardor had left, he himself had been pursued! Time to take them out before they caught up. Moving quickly and silently as only an elf can, Ardor snuck away from the others. He snuck out of the forest and spotted four soldiers traveling on horsback. He didn't recognise any of them. That was good. He climbed up into a tree at the edge of the forest and took aim at the leader. A swift arrow shot later, and the man fell off his horse, an arrow between the eyes. The other three reacted immediately, dropping off their horses and holding their shields in such a way that they would not be able to be hit. They began advancing toward where Ardor was sitting. He saw one start a torch. They were going to set the forest ablaze!

"Damn them!" Ardor muttered in Elven. He held his hand up and focused. He was a skilled mage, but he wasn't exactly a prodigy. Among his own people he was actually pretty inept. But, he made up for it by generalizing in many kinds of magics. Like fire spells! He smiled as he mumbled a few key words and the torch exploded noiselessly, knocking the men out of formation. His arrows dealt with two of them before the final one could assume a defensive stance. he sheathed his sword and pulled out a crossbow, his eyes gleaming. Damn! Ardor had been spotted! Ardor leapt out of the tree as the crossbow bolt zipped past his ear. One thing Ardor would say about his Majesty King Cain, was that he trained his soldiers well. The soldier rolled as Ardor aimed at him. To a lesser archer, that would havemade him miss. But Ardor was the best, and his arrow struck true. The man dropped with an arrow protruding from his eye. Ardor walked out to the bodies and began taking their valuables and weapons. It wasn't that he wanted them. He had to make this look like a bandit attack. Once he was satisfied, he stalked back into the trees. There would be more coming, and he had to see that Her Majesty Princess Naomi got safely up to where she was going.
 
"Now that you've arrived lets get down to why your here" Cain spoke, looking at the group, scowling as usual, "We've recieved word that the resistance is sending people to the Grey Mountains. We don't know why but still see it as a threat. I've chosen you my best six knights to go after them and stop them at all costs leaving none of them alive."


"If they're sending people there, chances are they'll send a large amount of people to ensure safety...six against a whole gang?" Doran mumbled, frowning as he knew that this plan was a little risky. But then, the other knights were strong, especially the Demon, so they could definitely stand a chance against a large fighting mob. Looking at the King, Doran continued to listen what he had to say.


"Go retrieve Naomi I know she knows more than we do we'll make her talk." The King finished, and Doran nodded, then turned around as the Demon walked towards the exit. Such an eager knight Doran chuckled, then got up to his feet, following him from behind. When he was about to exit the hall, the King spoke again.


"Also return the princess to the castle. Find, her she's ran off!" He boomed, and Doran rolled his eyes. Great. More homework. Retrieving a runaway Princess wasn't going to be easy, and retrieving a runaway Princess with a bunch of resistance guards around her was going to be even harder. Glancing at the other knights, Doran knew two of them. The Queen of Lances and Dohel Alanea, but the other half-elf didn't ring a bell. Maybe they were in different quarters.


"Well Knighties, we aren't gonna get anything done standing around. Come on, I wanna get the princess, and take out the Resistance and be home for supper."


"Get ready to be disappointed then." Doran smirked and touched his pendant, disappearing into the air.
 
Gene noticed people gathering around him but didn't understand why it seemed some of them were hiding. He then noticed as one of the people, a elf by what Gene could figure had left running off somewhere as the princess had arrived. Gene then heard the noise of fighting happening right outside of the forest. As he ran to see what was going on he saw the elf fighting some men. The elf was skilled and so was the men he was fighting. He then put two and two together the men that this elf was fighting must be the King's men sent after the princess.

As Gene ran back to warn everyone four men came running behind Gene. They didn't look like the King's soldiers judging by their armor, they must have been mercenaries hired by the King to find the princess or they somehow figured out the princess was going to be here and figured if they snagged her and brought her back they'd be heavily rewarded. Gene quickly stood in there way and pulled out Rebellion as one of them pulled out a ax and swung it at Gene. The Black Star quickly dodged the attack and slashed the man across the chest killing him. Obviously these men probably weren't all that well trained as Gene being he was trained most of his life. Two of the men came at Gene at the same time and the young swords master prepared for the attacks that were to come. Both of them held swords in their hands, one swung high as the other swung low. Gene flipped high into the air above the two men slicing one in the back as he landed. The man he sliced in the back dropped and the other came at Gene like a mad man.

Gene scoffed these men were obviously some fools who thought they could earn quick money by nabbing the princess. They probably didn't know that she'd have some pretty skillful warriors here to back her up. In a flash Gene sliced the man in half from the waist up. He then noticed he only took down three men where was the other? The other was behind him with his hand facing Gene glowing a bright red. Magic! Gene the charged at the man and slashed him across the chest before he could fire off his spell.

"That was easy," Gene said as he started to walk back to the clearing. He then turned his head as he started to put away his sword as he noticed the thug wasn't dead. As the man was dropping to the ground he let loose a dragon made of fire straight toward Gene. To protect himself, Gene quickly pulled out Uprising and blocked the attack but the impact sent him flying a couple of trees and into the clearing landing hard on his back near the princess.

"Hey Princess," Gene said as he looked to the Princess as he then blacked out. His sword flew into a tree not far from Gene's landing spot.
 
Naomi looked around quietly at the other people in the clearing. She saw one man an elf by the looks of it run off shortly followed after by another man. She sighed leaning against a tree her bag on the ground. "Why'd they run off?" she muttered before looking in shock as the last man she had seen flew into the clearing landing on the ground near her.

"Hey Princess," he said before he blacked out and Naomi noticed his sword stuck in a tree not far away. She quickly ran over and retrieved the sword before kneeling by him tending to his wounds.

"Sir are you okay. Come on wake up" she said as she treated him bandaging his wounds. Looking up she saw a thug walk in and smirk at her. She stood and backed away into a tree trying to send an ice shard at him but her magic failed. "C-Can someone help!" she said looking around at the other people in the clearing.
 
(OOC: How did you two see Ardor leave? He turned himself invisible! That's what the whole light spell was!)

Ardor walked back through the woods. He saw the man with the two swords get blasted half to death by a powerful mage. Ardor saw him take aim at the Princess. That was not going to happen. Ardor loosed an arrow, and the man never saw it coming. The man dropped like a stone, with an arrow protruding from his back. Ardor ducked out of sight. A few elven words, and his armor was replaced by a traditional ranger's garb. His hair was now short cropped and black. Even his eyes chenged color, turning brown as the leaves in autumn. His bow was now a simple longbow, instead of the fierce greatbow it had been. He tied a bandana around his head and walked back into the clearing. His spell would not allow anyone to recognise him as Ardor of the Knights of Teresius.
"This forest has been dangerous as of late. You should not be here. I am Agon Brightwood, a ranger of the south. I will escort you to the edge of the forest," Ardor said. He said it in a firm tone, leaving no room for questioning.

(OOC: Yay for magical disguises!)
 
After resting against the tree for a few minutes, Cecelia heard the sound of hooves in the distance. A rider must be approaching the clearing. She got up and readied herself, in case the newcomer was unfriendly. The rider dismounted and nodded to the people who had already gathered in the clearing. This person didn't seem to be hostile... and besides, their silhouette seemed very familiar. Cecelia had definitely seen this person before, but where?

She was about to approach the newcomer when she heard some more riders approaching the clearing. However, these ones didn't get very far. Cecelia's well-trained ears could just make out the sound of bodies falling to the ground. Someone, or a group of someones, must have stopped their approach.

Not a moment after the riders were stopped, another group of men ran into the clearing. This day was getting more dangerous by the minute! This particular group was taken care of by a member of the resistance. The resistance-man (Gene) easily dispatched the four warriors... or so it appeared at first. One of the fallen men was a mage, and he managed to fire off an attack spell before he collapsed on the ground, dead. The force of the spell was so great that it sent the resistance-man flying back into the trees. Before slumping into a position that suggested he had lost consciousness, he muttered two words: "Hey Princess.

Oh! So that's why the first rider had seemed so familiar. It was Princess Naomi! Being of noble birth, Cecelia had already met the Princess a few times. Surely Naomi wouldn't remember her (as there are very many nobles in the kingdom), but she certainly remembered Naomi. It was hard to forget someone that important.

While the Princess knelt down to help the unconscious man, Cecelia noticed a rather large-looking man move in behind her. It looked as if he was about to attack! Cecelia drew her longsword, but never even had the chance to attack. An arrow flew past her head, right into the man's back. He dropped to the ground just like the others. From behind her, a man stepped out into the clearing and spoke. "This forest has been dangerous as of late. You should not be here. I am Agon Brightwood, a ranger of the south. I will escort you to the edge of the forest."

This ranger must be an expert archer to have killed such a large man with one arrow. Cecelia was glad that he seemed to be on their side. She turned to him and introduced herself. "You are very adept with your bow, Agon. The attacker was on the ground before I even had a chance to attack. My name is Cecelia Normand. It's a pleasure to meet you." She bowed her head politely and then turned her attentions back to the Princess and the unconscious man. "Princess, it's good to see that you are well. Unfortunately, this poor man seems a bit worse for wear. Do you think he will be aright?"
 
Oh god, I'm sorry guys, I have been busy with finishing up work for the state fair, then school started... But the truth is....procrastination. Which is not a good reason to not post anything at all for over a week. But, I am going to put my tired brain to work and come up with an awesome post! Now...what was my character's name again...?

Dohel listened carefully as the King gave orders to the half dozen men in kneeling in front of him. The King did not give much information, just that the ever growing Resistance was sending a group into the mountains, and that they should investigate. And by investigate, of course it meant kill any who oppose the man sitting before Dohel. Which was fine with him, except that it seemed like the king was only wasting the half-elf's time by sending him on a simple erand that even the lowliest of knights could accomplish.

The King then sent one of his gaurds to go and fetch the princess, who had been rumored to know more about the Resistance than she let on. There was an uncomfortable silence while they waited for the gaurd to return with the princess. After a moment, the gaurd returned saying the the princess had escaped. Dohel allowed himself a small smile, enjoying the King's reaction. Dohel could have told that bafoon of a king long ago about his daughter's intentions, but he waited instead to see what would happen and how te event would progress. It turned out rather close to what he had inticipated as well, with the princess running off.

The King's face quickly turned red in anger, then he quickly got control of his emotions again, although Dohel could tell he was still enraged. The King then ordered to find the Princess as well. Dohel sighed to himself, he knew that this job was much too easy. After the King finsished talking, he stormed off into the halls, probobly to go take his anger out on some lower gaurd.

After the King left, a man that Dohel knew as Ralph grunted and said, "Well Knighties, we aren't gonna get anything done standing around. Come on, I wanna get the princess, and take out the Resistance and be home for supper."

Dohel looked at him for a moment, then looked away, unhappy that he would have to be in a group with that man for the coming days as they hunted for the rebels. Dohel hated working in groups. Whenever he was doing a job in a group, the group almost always fought about which way to go or how to attack, or whether to bunk down for the night or keep going. In fact, last time he worked in a group, he got so fed up and ended up killing the rest of the group out of frustration. He told the King that the cook had accidently picked some poisonous mushrooms and put them in the soup, and only Dohel had survived. Such a tragedy. But the King would not be happy if he came back saying that his best knights had fallen victim to some tragedy. No, he had better keep them alive. For now.

Dohel cleared his head and straightened up, looking at the already dispersing group. He spoke up saying, "We will met at the castle gates at midnight. Anyone who is not there gets left behind."

Then the half-elf strode out of the throne room, throwing up his dark hood as he walked across the now moon lit walls, his boots clicking against the cold stone.


Well, maybe we can get this thing moving! On a totally unrelated note, its almost 11, and I have school tomorrow. Goodnight chaps!
 
Ralph departed from the rest of the group, and went to his chambers. He prepared all of his necessities, including weapons, food, and any others things he figured he would need. He placed the necessities in a sack on his back, while the Axe he had underneath on his back, and his throwing axes mounted on his waist satchel. He was a fast packer, and he was ready. Now he had to find something to do until the group was ready to wait.

Ralph hated waiting. He didn't mind when people waited on him, but he was no servant to anyone. He won't wait for the others when the clock struck midnight. If they're there or not, he'll be gone by then. Besides, it would mean more fun for him if less go. Then maybe he can hunt the rebels in a fairer fight. Likely if any among them were any decent anyways, and Ralph's skills were too advanced for his own good sometimes.

When he was ready, he noticed the time. It was late, and in the shadow of the night, Ralph walked to towards the meeting point, eager to get going. Tonight, he's tasting his metal on rebel swine.
 
((OOC: Hahaha... We should get things going. And I hate my life. X.X Accursed family problems... :V))

IC:
King Cain's Castle- Throne Room

The gathered knights began to disperse upon his Majesty's command. One disappeared into thin air while the others walked out leaving only Eva last. They were confident in their talk but she would have to see if they were up to their reputation. With little to do alone, Eva took her leave of the throne room and made her way to her private stable.

Eva's Stable

Eva finally reached her private stable apart from the general army's. She had acquired it from his Majesty after some... negotiations though the King was quite eager to get rid of the rather old and rundown building. Eva had patched it up thoroughly and brought it as closely as possible to it's former glory, but nothing can stop the passage of time. The stable held three stalls in total with one being occupied by her very own snow white stallion. The horse neighed when it spotted Eva entering the building and another body turned to greet her.

"Milady Eva. I assume your meeting has ended?" The familiar voice asked. Milfrea was rummaging through some haystacks when Eva had entered. Eva nodded before she walked towards Milfrea and picked off some needles of hay from Milfrea's hair. Embarassed, Milfrea stepped back and shook her hands at Eva to stop.

"...I see Territh is ready." Eva commented while she inspected her horse whom was saddled and packed with two small bags of items. Milfrea nodded out of habit despite Eva not seeing it.

"Yes. She's fed and ready to go. I decided to take preparations ahead of time since anything with the King meant you traveling to different places." Milfrea answered. Milfrea was Eva's trusted stablehand for good reason. Eva patted Territh and rubbed the side of her cheek. The horse neighed happily before nestling her rider's hand. Dusk was slowly approaching as the sun began it's descent behind the horizon signaling Eva's need to begin the search for her Highness. Stabbing her weapon into the ground, Eva mounted her stallion and patted the large beast's neck while Milfrea removed the log that blocked the stall allowing them to leave.

"Well... Time for the hunt... to begin." Eva stated before she removed the lance. Despite being a 'Lancer' and having the need of a horse supposedly, Eva can fight on foot just as well without her animal companion. She has been training for years on foot to ensure she has no disadvantages when she hasn't her mount for any occasion.

"Take a break... enjoy yourself." Eva commanded her helper, and though Milfrea would be quite lonely without her employer, she agreed. Eva whispered some soft words into Territh's ear and the white stallion took off out the exit with her rider. Milfrea watched as the pair made their way towards the castle's front gate.
 
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