The Dragon King [OPEN]Replies: 132 / 1 years 294 days 6 hours 57 minutes 42 seconds
- [Allowed] NorthernWolves
- [Allowed] Kastanstyrax
- [Allowed] foreveryoung
- [Allowed] souldreamer
There is a world, where elves, fairies, dwarfs and men roam. Where dragons rule the skies, and where a lonely king rules his vast kingdom justly and with compassion. This is the Kingdom of Arcadia.... or... it used to be... The lonely old king has recently died with no heir to take the throne... at least one not in this realm....
This plunges the kingdom of Arcadia into chaos, and from the chaos rises a conniving Necromancer, power hungry and lusting for the throne. With the devastating force of his scourge army he manages to take the throne all for himself, ruling with an iron fist. He dines at banquet, while the people starve. He cares not for others -only for power, and he refuses to relinquish his power... even to the rightful heir of the throne... He'll kill them first. He plans to kill them as it is.
Jake Callahan has just turned twenty one and holding his little brother's hand, has just finished burying their mother. Cancer can be a real shit show, and so can deadbeat dads you’ve never met. That’s why he had to drop out of high School, he had to be the man of the family. School had always been easy anyway, so Jake dropped out, and one month later had his GED. Since he was sixteen he’s worked, currently a construction worker he did everything he could to make sure his mother had her medication, could go to radiation therapy, and that his brother gets his actual diploma. However, when Jake and Dex go through their mother’s old things while packing to move out of their trailer into a nicer apartment, they find an old trunk. It's full of things they discover belonged to the father. By a stroke of fate they find themselves transported to a completely different world…
There they will make new friends, find a new lease on life, and heal from the loss of their mother. They will also find themselves swept up into an all out war to save their new home. They just have to defeat the Necromancer King and his army of vicious Scourge
Only then can Jake take his rightful place… on the King’s throne… on their Father’s throne. In order to do that though, he's going to need a lot of help...
I will be playing Jake, and an extra character, with plenty of Minor NPCs for all to use. I need the Sibling . I also need a leader of the Arcadian Resistance, a civilian effort to overthrow the Necromancer. This character can be male or female. I would like to have a variety of characters, from elves to dwarfes, and everything in between . This is a semi-lit, to literate rp. I want well thought out posts, with good grammar and minimal errors. I doesn't have to be perfect, but I do ask it be legible. I do not want to implement a character limit, but I will if I have to. Please fill out the skeleton and submit it in your PM. Please title your PM "Goodness, Gracious..."
[center [b Character Skeleton]]
[center Powers? ]
[center Loyalty ]
[center Short Bio/History]
[center [b Characters]]
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[center [b Jake Callahan - TAKEN]]
[center Username: Darien]
[center Age:21, Human Male]
[center Likes: He's not really sure these days, he's been too busy living to make ends meet. It's fair to say he's just happy when he's got a few extra bucks to his paycheck after paying all the bills. He'll be even happier once his sister starts college and makes something of herself. He likes dogs and animals, and working with his hands.]
[center Dislikes: Self-centered ass holes. Misogynists, elitists.... just... people... he's never met a person he's actually liked... and he's definitely never met a woman who didn't end up breaking his heart. What he really hates is Cancer for taking his mother away from him.]
[center Powers: He has those? Can't wait to figure them out! ]
[center Loyalty: To his sister, but he begrudgingly comes to support Arcadia and their plight -accepting his role in the kingdom]
[center Short Bio/History: You already read it. High School Drop out, GED weilding construction worker pulling 50+ hours a week to put food on the table for his family, and make sure the lights in their shitty trailer stays on.]
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[center [b SIBLING-TAKEN]]
[center Name: Sarah Callahan
Age/Race/Gender: Eighteen/ Human Female
Likes: Foxes, snowy days and sitting in front of the fire place drinking hot chocolate, meeting new people and making connections. Her brother. Unlike her brother she quite likes most people- she tends to see the best in people and it gets her hurt.
Dislikes: Cancer, diseases, loss. She has a deep fear of being alone.
Powers?: She isn't sure if she has any of those.
Loyalty: Arcadia and her family.
Short Bio/History: Sarah was raised by her single mother and honestly by her brother as well. Even though they were relatively close in age he also seemed older to her. She is trying her best to get into a good college so she can pay her brother back for all he gave up for her. ]
[center [b Arcadian Resistance Leaders- OPEN]]
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[center [b Priestess of Arcadia]]
[center Name: Aria Tolshiv]
[center Username: Darien]
[center Age/Race/Gender: 20, Druid female]
[center Likes: Birdsong, children, copious amounts of prayer, and the sweet cakes the baker once made before the Necromancer swept into the Capital and destroyed her home and the locals who rebelled against the Necromancer with her. She does miss those cakes... she honestly misses the jovial old Baker more.]
[center Dislikes: The Necromancer. She'll see his downfall even if it means her own.]
[center Powers: The gift of premonition, Astral Commune&projection , Healing]
[center Short Bio/History: Aria was born to a race of magic wielders known as Druids. She was born bearing the mark of the Next High Priestess, chosen by the gods to be their voice and hand in the mortal world. She was raised in the capital under the tutelage of her Temple Elders from the age of 3 when she was taken from her home. When the Necromancer attacked her temple she was taken hostage, raped, tortured, and exploited for her powers. Luckily she managed to escape and has been living with the Arcadian Resistance ever since.]
[center [b Original Characters - ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS]]
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[center Name: Kohrad Vesna ]
[center Age/Race/Gender 35, Arcadian Male]
[center Username Kastanstyrax]
[center Likes being right, power, victory in battle, being a bully and being the smartest man in the room ]
[center Dislikes Losing, being shown up or anyone questioning him]
[center Powers? He is a trained warrior, and has limited control of blood magic; the ability to manipulate wounds and transfer injuries from one person to another.]
[center Loyalty: Arcadia…but mostly to himself]
[center Short Bio/History: Kohrad was the first born son from an old and respectable Noble family- the honourable and most noble House of Vesna. The young man was trained in combat as was expected for his station and he relished in it, it allowed him to show others how much better he was, it allowed him to hurt others, to make himself feel superior. He studied ancient blood magics in his spare time purely because they are particularly difficult magics to master and Kohrad wanted to once again prove himself superior to everyone else. When the Necromancer took over Konrad joined the resistance because he felt that the Necromancer would kill him without a thought, Kohrad’s first instinct is always his own survival. Kohrad dedicated himself to fighting against the Necromancer in the hopes of destroying him and taking the Dragon throne for himself. The name Death's twin was fashioned for him by those in the resistance, signifying that he is as deadly in battle as death itself and also as a wry remark that he uses twin blades. Despite fighting against the Necromancer if he could be assured his survival and a prominent enough position of importance Kohrad would seriously consider switching sides.]
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[center Name: Aline Wyverngem]
[center Age/Race/Gender: 19/ Fae Female]
[center Username: Souldreamer]
[center Likes: nature and the forest. Her village where she grew up. Flirting- she can be a bit of a flirt, she sees it as a good way to break tension and remain less stressed out- though she also has a serious side.]
[center Dislikes: Like most people the Necromancer. She also hates those who harm nature and animals. ]
[center Powers?: She has the ability of flight which is granted to her through the wings that can appear on her back. She also has elemental manipulation- she has small control over water and earth specifically. Can understand forest animals. ]
[center Loyalty: Arcadia.]
[center Short Bio/History: Aline grew up in a small village that was destroyed when she was sixteen years old. She since then joined the resistance. Even though she would not consider herself a fighter she has know seen a lot of battle which has shaped her magic into being more of offensive magic then a defensive type.]
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[center Name: Lucilia Fang]
[center Age/Race/Gender 22 female Wolf]
[center Username ForeverYoung]
[center Likes: She loves being outside but how could not. She enjoy sweet berries and honey is always worth the sting. She loves to dance and travel, village festivals where alway her favorite but the war has put a damper on such things. She loved cooking.]
[center Dislikes: Tight fitting clothes, being trapped and disloyal people. Never make a promise you can't keep. She hates sour things and most of all Necromancers. ]
[center Powers: She can achieve full transformation into her ancestral wolf form and can communicate with other animals]
[center Loyalty: Arcadia]
[center Short Bio/History: Lucilia, or Lucy as she likes to be called, was separated from her pack at a young age and though she can recall some of her pup days she was too young to retrain any real information about her family. She was taken in by a band of thieves that taught her to clean and fit into small spaces to earn her way and though she may not of called anyone mother or father this was the misfit family that would raise her and love her. She left her group to try and search for that lost pack and find herself. After hearing rumor of wolves in the resistance she sped off to join it.]
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[center Name: Taeral Tokesh]
[center Age/Race/Gender: 50/Wood Elf/Male]
[center Username: NorthernWolves]
[center Likes: His daughter, the forest, helping out those in need]
[center Dislikes: what the Necromancer did to his daughter, pyromaniacs, liars of various sorts]
[center Powers? : Healing, can also transform into a fox.]
[center Loyalty : Arcadia]
[center Short Bio/History: Whilst he was still 'young', Taerak had been one to go on one adventure after another. He enjoyed travelling to new places, seeing new creatures and people, and challenging his physical and magic skills.But eventually he decided to settle down. He married a female human, and had one daughter. Unfortunately, the mother died abruptly while he was away on business, leaving him the sole parent of his daughter.
He named her Anara, after his wife, and spent as much time as he could with her. Even though the adventures were not those that he had experienced, it had left so many joyful memories for him.
But that why it was so the more painful, when the day came when his daughter had been corrupted and fled. Grief overtook him, and he struggled through the five stages of grief. He knew that he would not be able to find her, but at least he could help those fighting the Necromancer. He knew how to fight, but his healing magic was a great tool. The whole time he was helping the resistance movement, he would hear all sorts of stories about a most devilish woman. He knew who that woman was; his daughter. Now that the Saviors were seen by the Priestess, he wants to go on this journey, and getting back his daughter.]
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[center Name: Aramis]
[center Username: NPC ]
[center Age/Race/Gender: 36, Arcadian Male]
[center Loyalty: Arcadia]
[center Likes: Structure, discipline, adventures, working out, hunting, and cats. ]
[center Dislikes: The Necromancer, because seriously, who does? Despite being a warrior, Aramis dislikes battle and war, but he enjoys a good brawl.]
[center Powers: A skilled warrior, Aramis has quick reflexes, superb hearing and vision, but no magical powers.]
[center Short Bio/History: Aramis is a native of the Capital and has always served the Royal House. When his king fell, Aramis was away on the battlefield and survived with a handful of other warriors to learn of their king's death. Upon learning that The High Priestess was still alive, he volunteered for the mission to help save her and free her, knowing that she had been like a daughter to their beloved King. It was Priestess Aria who convinced him and the other knights to stay with the resistance. ]
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[center [b The Necromancer -TAKEN]]
[center Age/Race/Gender: 35/Human/Male
Likes: He enjoys the shadows, the sense of power being a ruler gives, wealth and having loyal followers. Those who are loyal are rewarded graciously. And he also likes to punish, anyone he believes has wronged him, in the worst ways possible.
Dislikes: He dislikes disloyalty, non-human races and he hates his obsession with the High Priestess who he craves to have and to control, and it's not just because of her power and influence over the people of Arcadia. And contrary to popular belief, he does not like causing pain and conflict, and does not go out of his way to torture or injure anyone unless it serves a purpose. He hates it when somebody takes away something which he believes belongs to him.
Powers? : Necromancy, Elemental Magic (Darkness) and Sharpened Senses.
Short Bio/History: His true name is unknown, as everyone simply calls him Necromancer. After the death of King Hawthorn, the Necromancer attacked the Capital fortress of Arcadia. He swept through the city with his army of Dragur laying waste to any in his path, and toppling the Holy Temple in the process. Content to kill every member of faith, The Necromancer kept the holiest figure in Arcadia alive, surprisingly unable to bring himself to kill her. He who is made of death and darkness, found himself attracted and desirous of the light and life the Priestess possessed. The Necromancer always craved power, and when he had the opportunity to take the empty throne of Arcadia, he did so without remorse. Those who did not flee in time from the Arcadian Capital were enslaved or murdered. A Year has now passed and it seems the Necromancer is on the throne for good, but the Resistance proves tenacious, and a thorn in his side.
He is dark, calculating, cold, indifferent, a trickster, and an egotist. And he will do anything to retain his power, especially after having had the taste of being a ruler and is unforgiving towards anyone who tries to take away what he had made for himself.]
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[center Name: Icrasus]
[center Age/Race/Gender: 23 year old male]
[center Username: Foreveryoung ]
[center Likes: Icrasus loves to mess with people, if he can find a way to get under people skin he will. He enjoys the darker things in life, what is life without a little gore violence. He also enjoys the finer things, good food, rich wine, easy women and anything that is worth value and sparkles.]
[center Dislikes: He hates being played, if he isn't going to come out on top then he would rather not play. He hates bitter things and people who think they are holy. He can't stand repetive noises.]
[center Power: Sharpen Senses. He can control the shadows but has yet to manage molding them into anything more than an illusion. The longest he has been able to control a solid shadow form is five minutes.]
[center Loyalty: Necromancer]
[center Short Bio/History: Icarcus comes from a family that once royal before his grandfather betrayed Arcadia. They where exiled and he was raised in poverty until his abilities began to manifest. The Necromancer took him in and trained him, he now works as spy, gathering information on Arcadia for the Necromancer.]
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[center Name: Anara Tokesh]
[center Age/Race/Gender: 26/Were-fox/Female]
[center Username: NorthernWolves]
[center Likes: She has no 'likes'. All her 'likes' belong in her past.]
[center Dislikes: Hunters, everything the Necromancer dislikes.]
[center Powers? : Can transform between a human and a fox. Create illusions.]
[center Loyalty: Necromancer]
[center Short Bio/History: Nothing really special about her childhood, until she began experimenting with magic. Through this magic experimentation, the Necromancer corrupted her until she was his servant.
Even though she is corrupted, her previous persona still exists inside of her.]
[b Just a few things/rules:]
-This is a fantasy world, and I'm generally laid back about a lot of things. Pictures can be realistic, digital art, or anime -just nothing generic or too large.
-All ES rules apply -no exception
-This is not first come, first serve
-Romance is allowed, but nothing instant please.
-Absolutely NO god-moding or power-playing, If I see this I will call you out on it and you will be removed from the rp if no changes are made.
-Please no characters that always have to have the attention on them. For Example, always being injured or attacked, fainting, etc... Share the floor for everyone to have their moment to shine. Everyone gets to be a hero, not just one person all the time.
-I do allow Expanding Dialogue. For example: My character has dialogue in a post, you are free to copy and post some of it to most of it to elaborate on for your own character's dialogue.
ursing is allowed
-must be at least 18 years of age to apply .
-No you can't always be the hero, let everyone have their chance to shine
-You can play multiple characters, just please don't over whelm yourself.
- If you are unable to post or continue with the RP please let me know.
-if you have not posted within ten days you will be warned and your turn skipped. I also reserve the right to kill off your character or replace them, if you fail to post in a timely manner. I feel ten days is plenty of time to respond when in a group rp..
-This is an original RP idea, please do not steal it!
-Put 'Great Balls of Fire!' at the end of your PM so I know you read the rules.
-I have not decided if this will be a 1x1 or a multi-player thread. If you would prefer a 1x1, please PM and mention that when you submit your skeleton.
-I may ask you for a Sample Post pending your skeleton
[b This RP will start at the end of the funeral and segway right into the siblings trip to Arcadia. Fair warning, my intro posts are lengthy and do not reflect how I generally write.]
You don't have permission to post in this thread.
Kohrad listened to Jake talk about his home, in some ways it did not sound so unlike the Arcadia of old, a country of united states, that merely sounded like the various duchies in any given kingdom but on a larger scale and the young Lord needed no explanation on what muggy swamps were like. Kohrad's father had made him travel to all number of different climates so he could see how different the various lands in Arcadia could be. Deserts, swamps, plains and mountains all required different strategies to fight in them effectively and Kohrad's father was not about to neglect his son's proper military education. He also understood that Jake had a trade back in his own home, and while construction and woodwork may have been a little common for someone of his station it did require a decent degree of skill to do properly and if nothing else it would be useful to the Resistance to have someone with those skills available.
Kohrad never really expected Jake to answer much about his mother but to his surprise the heir apparent answered to some degree. Kohrad listened carefully, filing away any information that he thought might be useful later. [i My mom was an amazing woman, would help anyone, give the shirt off her back, or give her last dollar away. She was really sick these past years, and we just buried her two days ago... She was a sweet lady, and a fighter. She did her best to provide for us everyday, made sure we had food, went to doctors, made it to school... well.. some of us went to school..”] His words coupled with his obvious sense of loss revealed more to Kohrad in that moment than a thousand books ever could. It seemed to Kohrad that he had found Jake Callahan's weakness. Obviously he cared for his family greatly, especially his sister as that was all he had left but being raised by a single mother and being unable to do anything as she died...Kphrad suspected that Jake would do anything to save women. He suspected that was something that could be exploited about the royal. As Jake excused himself Kohrad remained, pondering on what he had learned when a loud bestial squall ripped him from his thoughts and set him scanning the surroundings for danger.
In the skies a wyvern approached, swooping with its talons outstretched, its toothy maw hungry for victims and meat to devour. It slammed into a large golden dome erected by the Priestess that was holding for now but given how exhausted she clearly was that dome would not stay up for long. Drawing the dagger that he had stowed inside his coat Kohrad took stock and evaluated the situation. The wyvern was a natural predator, tough hide, sharp teeth and claws but most dangerously on its tail there was a deadly barb that held a potent poison, easily strong enough to kill a man. Quick and strong fighting this beast without proper weapons would not be easy. At that moment the golden dome keeping the wyvern at bay shattered and the beast swooped down to continue its assault, a few arrows fired by Sarah found their mark , imbedding themselves in the thick scaly hide of the beast which changed trajectory and launched itself at the girl. Kohrad dived towards her, knocking her to the ground seconds before the wyvern's claws could rip her to pieces, the talons slashed across Kohrad's back as he lay on top of Sarah. Pain flared in the Lord but he would just have to put it to one side for now, the wyvern was still a threat, and if he was being honest the dagger he was holding would do nothing against the hide of the wyvern. He saw Aramis close by and shouted at the knight, [b "Get the Callahans away from here! And get me some bloody weapons!"] He trusted the knight enough to know what kind of weapons he meant, he needed something with reach, some kind of lance or pike, ideally the man would bring him a horse as well but that was probably wishful thinking. Until Aramis returned Kohrad would have to distract the beast while staying alive. There were others of course doing the same job or trying to attack with whatever was at hand. One man lunged at the beat with a sharp meat knife, the wyvern casually lashed out and bit the brave fools arm off at the elbow and he collapsed in a heap, screaming for help as blood flooded out of the now useless limb.
Grabbing a heavy plate from a table Kohrad hurled it towards the wyvern like a discus and, rather miraculously in the mind of the Lord, hit the wyvern in the head with a loud thud, distracting it from the helpless commoners and focusing its attention on Kohrad. Unfortunately none of the magic that Kohrad knew would be helpful here, the physiology of humans and wyverns were just too different for him to use any of his blood magic against the beast. This would need to be decided by skill alone. The wyvern stalked towards him its eyes never wavering from the prey that it now had in its sights. Kohrad reached out with his right hand onto one of teh banquet tables and grabbed the first thing that he could find, it turned out to be a leg of lamb, and started waving it around using it in one hand and the dagger in his other merely trying to stop the wyvern from advancing further...he must have looked ridiculous. Kohrad knew that alone and practically unarmed he would not last long against the wyvern...he just hoped that Aramis and help arrived soon.
Sarah stood fast by her brothers side, hoping that somehow her confidence was a comfort to him. She knew how much he gave up in order to let her have a life back in New Orleans. He gave up so many times to be young and have the social interactions that she did. God, there was no way that she could repay him for that. Least she could do was help him out with speaking with these people.
She noticed out of the side of her eye that Kohrad was talking to her brother. She could not exactly make out what they were saying as she was caught up in her own conversations with other well wishers.
The heat and multitude of questions started to get to Sarah as she started to feel the exhaustion get to her. She was about to walk away when a particular young solider stepped forward to talk to her. She smiled at the young gentleman and quickly looked out the corner of her eye at her brother. He had walked off and seemed to currently have his gaze on Aria, Aramis and Master Heil. She turned her full attention to the male in front of her giving him a dazzling smile. After all it had been awhile since she was able to flirt with a dashing male.
However, it quickly changed when she heard a screech that caused her stomach to drop. Other than the sound ripping through the sky there was no sound to be heard. The male at her side took off to grad a weapon she could only assume. Sarah followed suit racing off to get her bow before even Jake could stop her. She found it laying right on her bed where she left it. Her heart felt like it was in her throat by the time she made it back. She saw that Aria had it the camp shielded but she seemed to be struggling. Shaking she loaded her bow and let loose an arrow into the air hopefully straight towards the Wyvern.
Jake was glad for Sarah, she was poised and confident, and every bit the natural leader he was not. He had never been ashamed of it before, as it had never been relevant until now, but he wished he’d been better at social situations. He wished he knew how to relax and enjoy himself, but he’d never gone to a party, had always been a loner at school, and when he did go out with coworkers he stayed for a beer and then left. Now he stood holding a pint of foamy warm ale, and listened more than spoke as he and Sarah were surrounded by well-wishers and curious people alike. Most of them just wished to welcome them to Arcadia, but others wanted to know where they came from, to which Sarah had an easy answer as neither of them were truly certain how to describe it to these people.
These people had never seen a skyscraper, had never driven an automobile, or seen a movie, technology, or any number of things that they had come from. Just the concept of a photograph would be difficult to explain to them. He looked about the gathering of people as his sister chatted easily at his side, and he spied the Priestess across the way sitting at the main table with Master Heil and Aramis the three of them in quiet discussion, as well as Master Taeral who seemed to be looking over a wound on Aria’s body that seemed to be bothering her. He had noticed the faded bruises and healing cuts on her, but was completely oblivious to how she obtained them. Aside from whatever Taeral was doing, The Priestess seemed content to have been otherwise left alone during this gathering.
It was then the voice of Lord Vessna spoke and Jake was pulled from his daydreaming thoughts to this very strange real world. Jake forced his attention to the man who, while a touch condescending, had also been helpful. He asked if Jake had been enjoying the party and his own curiosity towards where he’d come from among other things. Jake was glad to have something he could easily talk about, and since he was at least a bit familiar with Lord Vessna it was easier to talk.
[#8b0000 “My home is hard to explain, I’m from a country known as The United States and I lived in a township in one of fifty states. Southern half of the country, lots of swamps, always muggy and hot, full of bugs and critters. Couldn’t tell you much more, didn’t have much free time to go exploring, I worked all the time. I’m a carpenter by trade. I build things, like houses or buildings, welding, concrete... wood working...” ] he tried to explain the best he could, but he doubted that the man knew what welding was or even concrete, but wood working and building should have registered something. If nothing else, hopefully the fancy Lord would know that Jake could work with his hands.
He took a nervous sip, wondering if he might have over shared, but it seemed he didn’t share enough. Now Kohrad wanted information on his mother. Jake wasn’t sure how to answer or proceed, their mother had never really spoken about their father. Usually it had been comments in passing during holidays, or most recently when Sarah had gone to Homecoming. Little phrases like: [i ‘I wish your father could see you now.”] Only he wasn’t able to, not because he had been dead, but because he had been here... ruling a kingdom.
[#8b0000 “That’s a hard question to answer. My mother never really talked about my father, or their time together, how they met... anytime we tried to bring it up she would tell us to change the subject. Regardless, I know they loved each other... you could just tell. We had a couple photos of him, but nothing more. My mom was an amazing woman, would help anyone, give the shirt off her back, or give her last dollar away. She was really sick these past years, and we just buried her two days ago...”] Jake frowned and looked to his feet missing his mother terribly. [#8b0000 “She was a sweet lady, and a fighter. She did her best to provide for us everyday, made sure we had food, went to doctors, made it to school... well.. some of us went to school..”] Jake confessed and looked to his sister who seemed to be in her element. He gave a halfhearted grin her way and looked back to Kohrad. [#8b0000 “If you don’t mind, I’m really not in the mood to talk about my mother, I’m still processing her loss, but I would like to discuss any way I can help build or repair any of the buildings here, fortify the space from attack... you name it. I’m pretty sure I’m not my father, but I’ll do what I can to help. I think it’s my sister that truly wants to help you, she’s a lot like our mother in that regard. Me? Well honestly, I can’t decide if I’d rather go back to New Orleans, or stay here.”]
Jake realized he had just confided in Kohrad, and while that might come back to bite him in the ass, as of now, Kohrad was the only person here Jake knew, or even remotely trusted at the moment. However, unable and unwilling to continue the conversation, Jake then excused himself to find a quiet place to gather his thoughts and observe the Arcadians. They were a hearty bunch of people, and Jake could see their resilience to keep their land and their freedom. They had exiled themselves to the outskirts of the kingdom in hopes they could one day reclaim it.
With Jake and Sarah, they felt they finally had a chance. Jake only hoped that would be true.
Master Heil enjoyed himself a rather large helping of roasted boar and potatoes while beside him Aria sat quietly. She was exhausted from the course of events over the past few weeks. She had spent the past year imprisoned and tortured, only to gain freedom and be thrown neck deep into the Rebellion. He and Master Taeral would have liked to seclude her somewhere peaceful and quiet to allow her time to heal, but the only place remotely private on the compound was Lord Vessna’s private home. It was his gold funding the operation which allowed him certain liberties, and a certain level of fame and adoration from the people. It made Master Heil wonder how Kohrad was dealing with the shift in adorations and power in the recent weeks. When the Priestess returned unconscious in Aramis’s arms and the other few remaining Kingsguards who had gone to reduce her, the people had celebrated her return and quickly demanded she be placed upon the leadership to head the rebellion with Lord Vessna. Now the heirs apparent had resurfaced, and it was only a matter of time before another power shift happened. In Master Heil’s opinion, however, Lord Vessna and Lady Aria were the two most capable leaders they had. Lord Vessna understood war and men, Aria understood the spirit of the people and could organize them and rally them. Together, Master Heil had to admit they made a fastidious pair, despite their disagreements.
He watched as she pushed her food around and glanced over to him. Master Heil gave a solemn nod of his head and waved for Aramis to leave his attentions from a particular maiden and attend to the Priestess. Normally no one would leave with a Royal about, but knowing what Aria had been through, no one would say otherwise. She left the party quietly with no announcement. It was then Master Heil stood up on his rickety old bones and made his way over to speak with the aloof young prince who he spotted hanging on the outer edge of the gathering, as if hiding, when a loud sound ripped the night sky apart.
It was followed by the heavy whoosh of air and another animalistic screech. People shouted, some screamed and ran about the party in an attempt to find cover or weapons. The great beast circled over head and came flying in a charge down towards the collective party, intent to destroy, maim, and devour any flesh it could. There was no telling if the beast was sent by the Devil King, as Master Heil tended to refer to him as, but just. Before the creature could crash into the party it was stopped by a glowing golden force. Under that force stood the Priestess who had returned at the sound of the animal. She stood hands raised and sweat on her brow as the creature thrashed against her barrier. With closer inspection, Master heil was able to see that it was indeed the work of the NEcromancer... for the create was none other than a Wyvern -an abomination of the Mighty Dragon.
[#00008b “Wyvern! Wyvern! Gather arms, and kill the beast!”] Master Heil shouted to those around him, but many of the men were already quick and moving. He just hoped the Priestess could hold off the beast long enough to allow someone to attack it, and hopefully as a collective group -kill the beast before it destroyed their entire camp.
Kohrad was pleased to see that Jake had gotten the clothes that he had instructed some of his servants to leave him, it would have been embarrassing if Hawthorne's son has arrived at the banquet wearing the ridiculous clothes that they had found him in. Now he looked regal, he looked like a prince, in fact he almost looked like a king himself. Sarah also looked resplendent in her pale blue gown, every bit the sovereign's heir as her brother. The pair might actually be able to fill the void that their father left but they would need a guide to help them navigate that path, hopefully that was where Kohrad stepped in. It was good to hear from Sarah that they were starting to get used to Arcadia. As much as he may have one or two personal motives for helping Sarah and Jake he still wished them well. Arcadia was his home and he wanted it free from the influence of the Necromancer as much as Aria, Aramis or anyone else in the Resistance. Calls were made for a speech and Kohrad expected Jake to speak but to his surprise it was Sarah that stood up to address those present. The words were simple and to the point but heartfelt nonetheless and Kohrad rather liked that. Kohrad joined in the toast and sipped his glass of wine along with everyone else. It seemed that between the two of them Sarah was the more confident of the two at public speaking, that was useful to know as Kohrad would need to put a lot of effort into Jake being able to address a crowd. He could hardly be king avoiding speaking to crowds.
The banquet progressed as one would expect, entertainment was evident among the camp, food and drink flowed freely and the camp was happier than it had been in a while. Even Lord Vesna was more pleasant than normal, he drank and laughed with those present, even the common folk on a few occasions. The party lasted well into the night and after quite a few more glasses of fine red wine, from his personal supply, Kohrad waited until Jake had finished one conversation before swooping in on the heir, the young Lord did have to wait quite a while as quite naturally Jake was the centre of attention and everyone wanted a moment with King Hawthorne's son. [b "Callahan, are you enjoying the party? I've been wondering about your home. You've remarked a few times about how Arcadia is strange. What is your home like? How do you spend your time? Do you have a trade?"] It was true and while the wine may have played a helping hand in prompting Kohrad to talk about his curiosity he really did want to know everything he could. Kohrad loved knowledge and learning, and hearing about a strange alien place such as Callahan's home...that was an opportunity that he could not pass up. Kohrad listen with great interest at what Jake had to say about his home but there was something more he wanted to know and he was sure that Jake wasn't going to like it. [b "Forgive me if I overstep your highness but I was also wondering... we all know about your father but what about your mother? She must have been an incredible soul to attract the attentions of a king, especially a great one such as your father was."]
Sarah noticed her brother stiffen at first when Aramis joined them. It was akin to the stance she would see him take when guys had tried to ask her out on dates in the past. She felt it was ridiculous after all Aramis was a double her age. There was no way there was anything there other than mutual respect and admiration. She listened to what the knight had to say about their father not drawing any attention at all away from the conversation.
The way this man talked about her father the more she wished that she could have met him. The knight left and she turned to face her brother. For a second all she could think about as she looked at him was how he was apparently the image of their father. She chewed the inside of her lip even though she knew it would sting later. [+coral "Well, it seems unreal that much I can admit. But there is something about this place that feels familar. And look at these people, we are giving them hope."] she said to her brother. She did not get anything more out of her mouth as Lord Vesna had approached them.
[+coral "Lord Vesna."] she said bowing her head to him a little. [+coral "Thank you for asking. We are settling in quite well. It is taking still a little bit of time to settle in to this new land but we hope to be everything you hope us to be."]
A girl walked up to them and bowed to Sarah and Jake. That was going to take some getting used to for sure. She mumbled something about needing to help Princess Sarah into her attire for the celebration. Sarah was soon dragged off to a room where a dress was waiting.
The dress was soft to the touch, a thin material that shimmered under light. She was a fan of the pale blue color. There were small detail work sewn into the bodice. She slipped the dress on instantly feeling comfortable in it. It was a dress all dress loving girls secretly wished that they could try on even for a moment. It flowed to the floor and draped around her.
She walked into the celebration her eyes locking on her brother. She fell into step behind him as he was ahead of her. There was a lightness about the camp. Eyes gazing up at them hopeful. She noticed girls looking longingly at her brother and not to toot her own horn but she noticed a few boys looking at her like that too. Thankfully Jake did not seem notice.
Suddenly all eyes were on them. She locked eyes with her brother looking genuinely nervous for him. She quickly took a deep breath then address the people. [+coral "I hope that we can live up to all that you deserve of us. We may not be our father but we will do anything in our power to bring back the kingdom he loved. Let's take this celebration to relax and be happy in this time of hardship."] she said raising a glass into the air.
Jake stared at his reflection staring back at him from the mirror. He had been given different clothes, which was nice as now he didn’t feel he stuck out so much, but they were a tad itchy and he felt he’d been dropped in a Renaissance festival. He now wore black trousers with boots to match, a clean white tunic and black vest, all thanks to Lord Vesna. He had been particularly kind since arriving to this camp, even going so far as to offer in training him. Jake wasn’t too keen about training. Why did he have to fight in this war? If he wanted to go to war he would have joined the Military back home.
He tugged at his vest, hoping he looked appropriate, and trying in vain to smooth down his wild dark hair. He was deep in his thoughts, creating a pool of resentment when a knock at the door caught him off guard. Should he answer it? Who would it be, and what would they want? Perhaps it was a villager to show him where to go? Maybe it was his sister. Curiously, if not a bit apprehensive he opened the door and was shied into silence. The Priestess stood at the door, a warm welcoming smile on her lovely face, and dressed in modest yet simple elegant robes of white gossamer fabric. He could feel his cheeks heating up and mentally kicked himself to speak.
[#8b0000 “O-oh, Priestess. I wasn’t expecting you.”] Her pixie like grin only made him blush harder.
[+pink “Were you expecting someone else, your highness?”] Jake could only manage a shake of his head before she continued on. [+pink “I came to escort you to the banquet. I must say, you look very handsome, and quite princely, your highness.”] Jake coughed into his hand, feeling awkward at the title.
[#8b0000 “You don’t have to call me that. You’re Highness. It’s... weird. Just call me Jake -everyone else does.”] she was suddenly frowning at him, clearly disproving of such a thing. [#8b0000 “Okay, you can call me Jacob, that’s my full name, or Callahan. Whichever you’re more comfortable with.”] Now it was her turn to shift uncomfortably, but she relented forcing a nervous smile and nodded her head.
[+pink “It’s not good etiquette to address a Royal in that manner, but... seeing as how this is a unique situation, I will call you Jacob, and you may call me Aria.”]
Jake smiled, not realizing he was crushing on the waif of a woman before him. She then stepped aside, motioning with a hand for him to walk with her to banquet. He quickly followed, closing the door behind him and naturally resting his hand on the pommel of his sword at his hip.
The banquet was not indoors as Jake would have thought, but outside in the center of the main houses, with a high table set up out front of the long house. In the center of the many tables filled with food was a large bon fire where different sorts of animals were cooking, and being carved up as they were served. Barrels of ale were also tapped, and everyone seemed in good spirits, as a small group of musicians played an upbeat melody. Now he really felt he had been submersed into a renaissance festival. It wasn’t all bad though, everyone was engaged in some manner of entertainment, and he could see the stress had lifted some from the people. A stark comparison from what he’d seen on the ride in.
Aria held him back, waiting for something, and soon they were joined by Sarah, and Lord Vesna. A Herald made a shout which garnered the attention of the entire party, and introduced Lord Vesna first, followed by the Priestess, and finally the siblings.
[i “Prince Regent, Jacob Callahan, and Princess Sarah Callahan of King Hawthorn. Heirs of the Arcadia!”] A thunderous wave of applause greeted the siblings, and Jake looked to his sister, smiling at her. She looked lovely in what they gave her to wear, and she deserved all the fine things a role of princess could afford her. If he did this for anyone, it would be her, regardless how wary he was to believe he was in truth a prince to this world.
A call was made for a speech -something Jake was horrible at. Public speaking made him nervous, nauseous and sweaty. He gulped nervously and looked to his sister seeking help from her, and her more natural abilities to lead and speak to groups. She was the one do to the eulogy for their mother’s funeral because Jake hadn’t been able to do it. There were many other things he could do, but leading these people? He wasn’t sure...
Kohrad listened to Aline as she commented on the saviours and he found himself nodding in agreement, he also believed that whatever else happened with the saviours that they would surprise the Resistance with their actions. No one, including Kohrad himself, the Priestess and by her own admission Aline, had expected there to be more than one child of Hawthorne so the saviours were already defying expectations. Kohrad wondered how they would surprise them in the future, he just hoped that whatever those surprises were they didn't ruin the Resistance's chances of defeating the Necromancer. Aline confirmed that the battle at the camp with the ogres was her first at seeing true combat. [b "Yes, the great stories and poems never mention the smells or sounds of battle. It seems that those details aren't particularly heroic. I wonder if any of the bards who wrote those songs or stories had ever seen a real battle in their lives? I suspect not."] What one heard in a story and what really happened during a war were often nothing alike but maybe that was for the best. Stories were to inspire and if people really knew the horrors of war for what they really were it was doubtful that anyone would ever seek out that life. Kohrad had always wanted to star in one of those epic ballads and this war was the perfect chance to make his mark on history. [b "I'll see you at the feast later."]
Kohrad excused himself from Aline's presence and noticed that the hour was getting later than he had first realised and that he didn't have much time to get ready before the feast started. He quickly took a bath and freshened up after the trek back from the wilderness and the battle with the ogres before deciding on an outfit to wear for the occasion. He decided on a deep red coat with gold embroidery on the sleeves and collar, and a well made if simple pair of trousers. His new gold ring featuring the crane in flight remained on his finger, it worked well with the gold accessories on his outfit. It would be improper to take his swords to a feast so he made do by hiding a small dagger inside his coat, it would be easy enough to draw if he needed it but discrete that no one should know that he was carrying it without a thorough inspection. Once he was ready he made his way towards where the feast was taking place, and it seemed that just about everyone in the Resistance was invited, he saw Aramis and Aria, Taeral and Aline, Lucillia and of course the two saviours. There were others that he didn't know by name but recognised, such as the woman who had helped them in the fight against the ogres, and the other new man who he had seen in the sparring grounds. The food on offer looked excellent, it seemed that the cooks had been working overtime to get everything ready, there was roasted wild boar, various game birds, even a few fish from a close by river. It was by far the best meal that any of them had eaten since starting the resistance. Kohrad himself had taken a seat of importance, close to both Aria and the Saviours, Jake was on his immediate left. He wanted to be able to hear what the children of the King and the Priestess were talking about, any information he had would be useful to him in some way. [b "So Jake, Sarah tell me how are you both finding camp? Settling in alright?"]
Jake remained seated as he watched the members of the meeting stand to leave the room. He was slowly processing everything and accepting it as reality when Kohrad approached him and warned that training would not be easy. Jake could only stare back, feeling nervous about having to wield a weapon. According to Kohrad his training would start tomorrow, other than that it seemed Jake would be left to his own devices. He looked about the room and spotted the Priestess had been watching him and Kohrad. Her eyes followed the man out of the room and she turned her attention back to Master Heil. Jake looked back to watch the man leave as well, curious to understand the dynamics between everyone he had encountered. The curiosity was derailed by the approach of Aramis and Taeral. Taeral came with a word of caution in regards to magic and then promptly left to obtain the Priestess’ attention. Aramis stayed to speak with Sarah about her training.
The big brother in him swelled up and he frowned at Aramis. Jake would be the first to admit he’d scared off more than one drooling man from his sister. Best not to mess with her, or Jake would be quick to retaliate. However, she asked about their father and he found himself reluctant to listen. Their father had been a king this whole time... it was hard to picture.
Aramis smiled to Sarah and nodded, deciding then to take the seat beside her. [#2e8b57 “I did know your father. I served as one of his personal guards for nearly ten years. Looking at you both now, Master Jake resembles him most. If you could have seen it, King Hawthorn had a portrait made when he was younger... I look at your brother and I see my King, but you do have his eyes Lady Sarah. As to your training, I suggest we begin tomorrow at dawn. As I’m sure Lord Kohrad informed you both, training will not be easy. It will be quite difficult. Though I promise you, with hard work, you will see the fruit of your labor. Of that I am sure.”] he smiled kindly back to her and then to Jake before he stood up and made to leave. He gave them a curt bow and said, [#2e8b57 “I shall see you both at the feast,”] and left.
Jake turned to his sister and lowered his voice to keep things between them and looked at her seriously. [#8b0000 “Are we sure about this? We don’t even know these people, and they want us to fight a war. I find it very hard to believe our father was a king... it’s just... I don’t know. I’m having trouble believing all of this. How are you handling this? You look so calm...”]she was so much like their mother. Fearless in the face of uncertainty. He admired it... and it frightened him.
Aria was finishing her conversations with Master Heil, when Taeral approached. She bid the old man a good afternoon, with promises of further conversation during the feast. She was exhausted and looking forward to not only a bath, but a nap. Her brush with the ogre had taken her back to her captivity under The Necromancer. Just the thought left a cold shiver to run down her spine. Regardless, she turned to greet Taeral with a smile as his request of a private audience.
[#db7093 “Yes Taeral. Is something the matter? You look concerned. What can I help you with?”]
When they got back to the camp the saviours were quickly whisked away to a meeting. One that Aline was not high enough in power to see. She watched their backs as they disappeared. In the middle of her thoughts about the recent events a face came into view. Her gaze had been focused on the new girl. Something seemed off about her- like there was some secret she was hiding. Why had she been there?
That was when she was taken from her thoughts. A man standing in her way. She looked up to see the man that she had slept with before leaving camp. She barely could hear him as he rambled on about missing her and then a flurry of questions regarding the siblings. She waved him off, [+skyblue "We fulfilled physical needs that we both had. I do not have any intention of a repeat anytime soon. As for the saviors I am sure all your questions will be answered soon."] she walked away. It seemed by this point that the meeting had ended. She looked for the siblings they did not appear to have left the meeting yet, either had Aramis.
That was when she heard a familiar voice approach her. Kohran was starting to become of real interest. Whether or not his intentions towards the siblings were loyal she had no idea. She did feel he was loyal to his country.. and to himself. Though he did not seem to hide that aspect. She could appreciate the fact that he was more confident in himself. Most people were loyal to themselves. He seemed inquisitive she could appreciate that too.
[+skyblue "I can honestly say I am surprised that there are two of them. And I will say I am surprised at their look. Perhaps they will surprise us all."] She nodded noticing that the siblings were not exiting still attached to each other by some invisible string.
She felt her face redden a little at the mention of battle. Almost slightly embarrassed at the compliment about her fighting skills. [+skyblue "Oh. Well thank you. It was my first time seeing actual battle. I did not realize how a dead ogre would smell. Or even the sharp sounds that weapons make."] she said honestly. Reflecting back on the battle.
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When Aramis spoke up Sarah felt a new sense of confidence swell up in her. She smiled at the knight appreciatively. The feeling that someone else felt that she showed promise in battle felt good. She felt like she could really help these people instead of just sitting around while her brother did everything. She already knew that he had given up his life for her. She wanted to start doing things to now. She wanted to do anything she could to help her brother. Where they were now that seemed to mean learning how to fight properly and learning magic.
The meeting soon ended plans were made for the training. The priestess mentioned a feast being held that night. This made Sarah feel self conscious again as they were just white trash orphans earlier that day. She watched as they left noting everyones names once again.
Thats when the knight approached them. [+coral "Thank you for offering to train me. I look forward to it as well."] she smiled kindly at him. She listened to the rest of what he said taking it in. [+coral "What was he like? Do Jake or I look like him?"] she asked instantly feeling dumb for that being the first thing she asked about their father. It felt cliche.
Anara would show that she had a strong grip as well. Lucy remembered once a dear friend had explained the concept of handshakes. He explained like this, ‘In civil situation one can not simply puff up their chest to show they are the stronger predator instead people shake hands, the more firm the stronger. You must also equal the squeeze of your partner, too weak you are a prey, to hard and you are a dangerous challenge. ‘ Lucy wanted to be seen as a equal.
Anara explanation of her skills were quite acceptable. It had always been part of Lucy’s life, she found herself on the defense often. There were even those who would try and hunt her kind. She had spent her time before this as a Bandit and being in such a position meant she could not be weak.
Lucy arched a brow as the woman stated she needed more muscle. She wanted to laugh but felt this might be seen as rude. Lucy had always been lean, her muscles did not bulge like most but stretched out across her body. She might have to take the woman in the ring, prove that she was not a simple creature. Perhaps she should of held the others hand tighter.
The woman let out a laugh, lucy was not bothered. She had rolled around people like this woman before. “That would take all the fun out of it,” she responded as they moved along. “I like taking on the enemy, how can I ever get stronger if I don’t challenge myself,” she asked. Her gaze lifted drifting across the crowd as if she was seeking something. She had smelled something familiar, she never forgot a scent but she couldn’t why she remembered it. She let out a sneeze and shook her head as she turned back to Anara.
“I should probably take you back to the priestess,” she suddenly spoke, “I bet she would want to see you again,” she informed veering to the left. The priestess had a very interesting scent, it was rich. She would find the woman in no time.
Kohrad waited to see what the reaction to his offering to train Jake would be, he was a logical choice to train the son of King Hawthorne but he was well aware that Kohrad was not always the most popular man in camp, he was viewed as arrogant and Kohrad knew that to be true. It was Jake that spoke up to accept the offer himself, that was a promising sign that he could gain Jake's trust and solidify a respectable position for himself. While Kohrad was making political schemes already he really would train Jake to the best of his abilities, none of this would matter if the Necromancer stayed in power. Kohrad was doing what his father had drilled into him since he was old enough to understand, the Family name came first, the ancient and most noble House Vesna was more important than anything else and Kohrad must do anything he could to increase the family's power, influence and reputation. That was exactly what he was doing now. After another brief discussion everything seemed settled with what to do with the Callahan siblings in the short term at least; Kohrad would train Jake, Aramis would train Sarah and Aria would teach them both about culture and history with Master Heil taking over should any of them show any arcane affinity. It was a reasonable outcome for everyone and with that the meeting had run its course.
[b "I'm going to warn you right now Callahan, this training will not be easy. It will be long, hard and undoubtedly there will be times when you hate me. What I do I do for not just your benefit but for the benefit of all of Arcadia. Take today to eat, rest and enjoy yourself. Your training will begin at morning's first light."] With that Kohrad left Jake and went to his own tent where he was greeted by a middle aged man with dark hair that was just beginning to be speckled by grey at the temples. This was his steward, Calus who had a grim look on his face. He handed a ream of papers to the young Lord as he sat himself down at the desk in the large tent. The papers did not make for fun reading, the latest costs for the Resistance were in and it seemed that they were burning through gold at an alarming rate...well alarming for anyone else at least. Kohrad had an absurd amount of money and it was a good job he did otherwise the resistance would have crumbled long ago. Hopefully now that the so called saviours had arrived they could start making plans against the Necromancer and seize the throne back, until now the resistance had been purely reactionary, for the first time that Kohrad could remember they had an advantage, slight as it was. The Necromancer didn't know that they held Hawthorne's heirs and knowledge was everything in war. The young lord hated doing these administrative duties and reading these reports but they had to be done, thank Merlin that he had Calus to help him, without the man he would have drowned in all the paperwork but eventually all the relevant areas that needed to be addressed he was free to go about his business once more. There was the feast tonight that was something to look forward to he supposed but for now he would content himself with simply walking around camp.
Kohrad had to admit that the people that he had been on the short expedition was to find the saviour's weren't completely awful, at least they were better than the common folk that he usually had to interact with here in camp, he might as well try and find one of them to pass the time with until the feast tonight. He meandered through the resistance camp, keeping an eye out for anyone he had travelled with and wanted to speak to. He saw the werebeast girl talking to the stranger that had joined them during the Ogre fight, she had some skill but it seemed the two were in conversation and Kohrad didn't want to disturb them. He then found himself in the sparring grounds, the young lord spend a lot of time here, in this place station and privilege meant nothing, you earned your respect with skill. There was one new face there who seemed to know what he was doing, that was good, the lack of skilfully trained warriors for their army was a grave concern for the resistance leaders. Kohrad did not stay to see who won the bout. He also saw the Elven healer and the Priestess off having a word in private, he wondered what that was all about...but he was sure that if it was important he would have been notified. There was also the fey girl, Aline he seemed to recall her name was. She had been quiet since the saviour's and the Ogre attack, hardly saying a word on the way back to camp. The Fey were a mystery to most men and that was exactly why Kohrad liked her, simply put he liked knowledge. Now that he thought of it, that may also be why he liked the golden ring he had found in the clearing so much. It was obviously valuable but he had no shortage of valuable trinkets but this was different, it called to him somehow. There was more to it than simply being pretty and he didn't understand why he felt that way and Kohrad did not like not knowing things. If he didn't quite understand why the ring felt so attractive to him right this minute he would endeavour to fix that gap in knowledge at some point. Realising that the young lord Vesna had momentarily been lost in his own thought he snapped himself out of them and sauntered over to Aline. [b "What do you make of them? The saviours I mean. I still can't believe that one of them is meant to deliver us victory against the Necromancer. They both seem so...unremarkable. I never had a chance to say it before but you handled yourself well, with the ogres I mean. Was that your first time seeing true combat?"]
That was interesting. Well, the first thing wasn't as interesting. It merely involved Kohrad proposing to the Priestess to train Jake in the art of sword fighting, leadership, and politics. It only made sense, since Kohrad did have valuable experience in all three of those fields.
What was of big interest of what Kohrad said after that. Kohrad had promised to commission armour sets for both Callahans, as a "sign of good faith". If Kohrad was willing to commission "no expense spared" armour sets, then it wasn't merely out of trying to be kind. Taeral would not be surprised if Kohrad wanted to get closer to a potential king. Nobles always liked to worm their way towards someone in power or to someone who'd be in power eventually, just to be close and have that person's ear to gain even more favour.
Taeral had no problem with that. But only as long as Kohrad did not try and screw over anyone else. If it came to that, Taeral would not hesitate to give Kohrad a piece of his mind.
The Priestess agreed to Kohrad's offer, as well as stating future plans.
Taeral turned his attention to Jake's sister. Well, it seemed they had left someone out of the training equation, and that someone, Jake's sister in this case, was willing to train.
Even though the Priestess had talked about the common fact that princesses usually did not fight, Taeral found himself agreeing with Aramis for the same reasons. Sarah had showed talent with the bow, and her bowmanship could be improved to where she'd be nailing every enemy with an arrow to the head.
The Priestess agreed to Aramis training Sarah. Even though there were some skeptical glances, there was no doubt that Sarah would shine.
And then the talk came to magic. Magic could be used for good, but it could also be used for evil purposes. Training someone who had never experienced magic would require a close eye, so they would not be corrupted by the darker side of the magic.
After Aramis had finished expressing his gratitude, Taeral felt the need to voice his concerns.
He made his way over to where Aramis, Jake, and Sarah stood. [+green "I'd like to say a word of caution to both of you as it concerns magic. Magic can be used for good purposes, but it also has a much darker side. Just be careful that it does not corrupt and take you over."] It left a bitter taste in his mouth, for Taeral knew all too well how much dark magic could corrupt and turn an individual.
He turned to the Priestess. [+green "Aria, a word in private please?"]
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Lucy, that was a 'beautiful' name for a 'good looking' wolf-girl. Even the hand shake was 'excellent'. Anara could already feel the ever growing 'excitement' at this slow bonding, this slow process of befriending and then using newly made 'friends' to turn them against the others.
But until the betraying part, it was time to bond.
So Lucy was curious as to how she had learned to fight? Well, Anara knew she could answer this truthfully, or at least from what she remembered. [+purple "How I learned to fight? I was taught until... well until I was forced to go out alone... After that, it was just through fighting every single thing which wanted to fight me. Sometimes I went and looked for fights to test my mettle. I won some and I lost some. The most important fights are the ones you lose, for you understand what you need to improve on when practicing."]
Anara looked over Lucy. [+purple "You fought well as well. Maybe add some muscle to that werewolf of yours and some training, and you might become the best no weapons fighter. WE might not even have to fight, the enemies take one good look at you and run afraid."] Anara let out a slightly mad laugh, still going with the "female with somewhat screwed up mind" play.
Jake still couldn’t believe that the woman, or rather the Priestess had no idea who the savior really was. She was certain on his birthright and the paternity of himself and his sister, but it seemed that was where her certainty ended. Jake didn’t believe in superstitions, even with facing the fact he was in an entirely new world. One created by Merlin, no less. Aria shared a glance with Tereal when Jake spoke no more on the subject. He had the feeling he wanted to return home, but what would he be going home to? A repossessed trailer, no where for Sarah to live, no money to send her to school, long days under the sun building houses he’d never be able to afford himself… He suddenly wondered what sort of life he would be returning to, and what sort he might be giving up here.
Lord Vessna suddenly spoke up, and captured the attention of everyone. Jake studied him, he was a man who could command a room. Every ear, even the reluctant ones listened in, and despite the man’s harsh words earlier, Jake found himself interested to know what the man had to say. He wanted to train Jake, saw himself as the only one qualified to do it, and only with Aria’s agreement would he be allowed. Jake found that strange as well, why did Lord Vessna call the priestess by her first name, but no one else dared to? Was it a lack of respect, or a wealth of familiarity between them? Jake couldn’t tell by looking between the two, but the Priestess seemed hesitant to agree with Kohrad’s statement of being qualified. Surprisingly Jake spoke before the Priestess could. Perhaps he had read the man wrong earlier, and if he hadn’t at least Jake could keep the man close.
[#8b0000 “I accept your offer Lord Vessna. So long as I’m here I might as well learn what I can, but my sister-“] He was cut off this time by Lord Vessna who made a point that he would have armor commissioned for both of them. Jake’s brows rose at the odd gesture of generosity, but he accepted it none the less. Perhaps this guy wasn’t so bad after all.
[#Db7093 “It is settled then, Lord Vessna will oversee our Regent’s training. Until such time he is ready to take command I will continue to lead this resistance with the help of the Privy Council, and Lord Vessna.”] The Priestess stated, looking ready to stand up, but then his sister had to ask who would be training her. There was a hush around the room, curiosity as to why a young intellect like Sarah would want to fight. [#db7093 “It is not common practice for Princesses to fight…”]
[#2e8b57 “Hold on, I think it’s time to change that. With all due respect Priestess, we need every person to fight to help win this war,”] Aramis said from his seat, green eyes studying the young woman with curiosity. [#2e8b57 “I saw her in battle, she has a warrior’s heart. I think she has a lot of potential, and I would be honored to train you Princess,”] Aramis said with a bow of his head. From beside him Aria smiled at him fondly.
[#db7093 “Aramis was one of Hawthorn’s knights, he will make you a fine tutor, Princess Sarah. I will teach the both of you Arcadia’s history, it’s traditions, your family tree, and the pillars by which Arcadia stands on. Should either of you show any magical affinity, Master Heil will take over your lessons.”]
Jake couldn’t help but start laughing, at the Priestess odd look towards him, he waved a hand.
[#8b0000 “I’m sorry, it’s just… Magic? Us? I think if we had magic we would have known about it.”]
[#00008B “No true, your world is not… in tune with magical energy,”] Master Heil’s aged voice rasped from his seat. [#00008B “It is very possible you both have had magic since your birth, and while it may not have been obvious, it may have helped you in times. Can either of you think back to a time when you probably should have been hurt, were lost, or great emotion might have caused something… unnatural to happen around you?”] Jake frowned, sharing a look with his sister. He couldn’t think of anything. HE shook his head towards Master Heil who only sighed mentioning that Time would tell…
From there the Priestess dismissed the meeting, reminding them all about the feast that would be held later that night, and gathered her papers to follow Master Heil elsewhere. Jake watched them leave, and wondered what he and Sarah were supposed to do now. He didn’t have to wonder too hard for Sarah’s sake as the knight from earlier made his way around the table and offered them both a respectful bow. Jake frowned, that was going to take some getting use to.
[#2e8b57 “Your Highness, Princess, I hope you do not find this to forth coming, but I look forward to your training. I know I can not speak for everyone, but I am glad you have arrived. Both of you. Two heirs to Hawthorn’s throne is more than any of us could have asked for. I knew your father well, not as well as our Priestess, but I would be willing to answer any questions I can, as I’m sure you have many.”]
Lucilia felt better she was clean it had taken so much scrubbing to get the smell off of her flesh. She was in her human form and dressed. Her tail was still wet, and heavy and she had to be thoughtful to keep it up as she moved through the camp. She had found herself greeted warmly, she enjoyed the uplifting sensation the camps gave up now it filled her with hope as well. As much as she wished to rest she could not, she felt herself full of energy she had to find a way to be useful. She hoped the priestess was free, she wanted to ask the woman what she could do. She was never an alpha but she was a damn good beta.
She had been on her way when the woman from earlier came upon her. Lucilla slowed down and peered at the woman trying so hard to recall her name. She had been so focused going back that she did not believe she had really ever said a word to her.
She wondered where she came from, the woman even had a familiar scent though she could not fully place it. Perhaps it was because she was the same species of Taeral.
She shook her head and focused on the task on hand. Socializing like a normal person, she could do this. She smiled and took the hand offered, good she had not forgotten the woman names, she had never learned it.
"You can call me Lucy, its nice to meet you. You are very helpful, a good fighter," the woman commented as she began to move along expecting the woman to follow along. "How did you learn," she asked. She was just a curious wolf, she enjoyed learning about others. That was how you learned more about the world, through other, or so she thought.
Icarus arrived at the camp hours before the saviors came storming through. His arrival with not greeted with such huzzah, it was quiet as he rose up the path. It was too quiet, not a bird, not a squirrel not even a leaf ruffled as him and his horse moved along.
Icarus pretended the best he could not to notice, he kept his body slack, his grip on the reigns loose as he felt the sensation of himself being watched. The trees where big and hung over the dirt road, there was much shade here and Icarus knew he could handle himself but he would have to be careful to rely on such abilities. He didn't want to attract attention.
The man rode on silently thinking over his situation, he was deciding what character he would play now.
He was right about being watched, archer sat in the trees with their arrows pulled tight with suspicion but they would wait for their captain.
Behind Icarus a sound had arrived, horse hoofs, one single rider manifesting behind him. Icarus pulled at the reigns of his horse slowing the animal down into the stop as he turned his gaze about a man riding a large dusty colored horse. The man was of size too, he seemed to be looking down at Icarus even though he still had distance.
He recalled that Steve the man had warned him about this scene, blabbered on and on how he hated having to repeat the greeting correctly even if he was recognized. The captains name was Francisco, he enjoyed the theater quite a bit before things went down hill.
Francisco would have to start it off.
"The trees are beautiful today, do you feel the breeze."
Now it was here that Icarus could reply the correct manner, he was expected to say. "The air is fresh and the day is bright," this is what he decided to say. [b]" Not a leaf stirs, the wind is still but perhaps I do not sit at a height to feel such a breeze." [/b] Icarus rose a simply pony, the animal the man rode make Icarus horse look like a foal.
Silence settled between the two. Francisco looked thoughtful as he looked over the scrawny man. A loud chuckle reputed from his lips, it sounded reheard one of those Ha-ha reaction.
"How inconsiderate of me, I did not take your small stature into account. What do you think of the day?"
Icarus arched a brow as he looked at the half giant that was carrying on. [b "I can not see how bright the day is, you cast to wide of a shadow. Perhaps if you where to take lead I might be able to enjoy the sensation of the sun which you seem to be hogging. Are you not a man to share?" ]
Francisco eyes lit up seeming to enjoy the verbal assault on his size, he clicked his tongue and directed his horse forward past Icarus.
"Forgive me, how rude of me I will be kind enough to show you the way, I am a man who has manners enough to share," he chuckled again. "But not to a stranger."
The archers in the trees lowered their bows and let out a sigh as they watched Icarus follow after the man.
Icarus smiled, this man wasn't too bad, he had to come with a name but a sudden thought crossed his mind. He was going to use a character he had never played before. "Icarus," he responded as he followed.
The man would introduce himself and the two would talk as they moved along. Icarus would be the main interest, he was 23, he traveled a lot and knew how to fight. It had come this way because he wanted to know what was causing the earthquakes.
Francisco took him all the way to camp, people glanced at him but did not stare long as they went about their day. Icarus was shown a place to sleep, a place to bath and get food but Francisco was only interested in once thing making Icarus spar.
The two came around to the training grounds. He left his horse and tugged at his shirt with a sigh. [ "But I have no rest, you wish to overtake me while I am tired,"] he asked as he moved to look at the wooden training weapons. [b "I guess this is the only chance you get to beat me. ]
The two smiled at each other as they grabbed their weapon and headed to the sparring circle. They charged each other wooden swords swinging. Icarus was quicker then Francisco who had size but took long swings. He was able to keep Icarus at a distance but Icarus could dodge smoothly enough.
The two enjoyed the battle and would not know of the commotion on the other side of camp. The saviors had arrived. Sometime later, covered in sweat and dirt the two move on to the showers. His gaze crossed the crowd, he tried no to make it obvious but he saw a face he recognized. A smirk crossed his face, the game was on, he wanted to win before Anara.
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