[I A glowing oasis. A picturesque kingdom with little to hide. Magic in the air and all around the Seelie King rich and proud. His knights shone in dazzling armour and all was well...]
[I Cut from his throne like a paper being torn in half. Murdered were his people. His knights forced to watch as their beloved home fell to the evil UnSeelie Queen and her assassins the Wild Hunt.]
[Center [I The four knights fled with their ancient weapons hidden in their bags. Outcast and exiled never to return. Armour became rags and rags became chains. They had nothing. Slaves to fate their weapons taken. Some say destroyed or simply lost and forgotten or so they thought.]]
[Center The time has come for the four to raise. With sword, bow, crossbow and axe. They shall raise from the ashes to retake their home. To restore peace and to set the realm free.]
[Center However they must haste for the UnSeelie Queen is getting ever stronger as she drains the kingdom and it's people of the ancient magic in their veins.]
[Center The Rules]
[Center No GodMod, No Over swearing, No instant romance, No drama, No killing people for no reason. The usual ES rules.] [Center Wait to post. Usually one post wait is enough] [Center Use English, so long as we can read it. Write it. Have fun be inventive. Quality over Quantity.] [Center Someone is going to die. Don't know who yet sorry!] [Center PM ME any questions or if you are going to be]
[Center The Profiles]
[Center [Pic http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/realm-of-midgard/images/e/ed/152832_1193003016_medium.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131222204552]] [Center [B Shadowhunterroyalty] [Center [B UnSeelie Queen] [Center [B UnSeelie]] [Center [B Female]] [Center [B Ability to use magic, summon servants, drain others of their magic]] [Center [B Her Staff]] [Center [B Cruel, Cold, Manipulative, Cunning]]
[Center [Pic http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs43/f/2009/091/d/e/elf_by_sandara.jpg]] [Center [B Darien]] [Center [B Aridhel of the Noble Fey]] [Center [B Elf]] [Center [B Male]] [Center [B Can see great distances, has incredible stamina and strength. His accuracy is unmatched with the bow, and while he is an archer by trade, he's quite skilled with a sword as well.]] [Center [B Bow and arrow]] [Center [B Cheeky and playful when the time allows him to be. Most of the time he is generally serious, and focused. He is stalwart and upstanding, always looking to uphold justice.]]
[Center [Pic http://i64.tinypic.com/x5yq0m.jpg]] [Center [B RamaAmor]] [Center [B Vida Luz]] [Center [B Tree Dryad]] [Center [B Female]] [Center [B Can use vines at her will, make her arms into a wooden shield, turn into a tree, heal, "communicate" with plants and animals, run extraordinarily fast, feel other's emotions through touch] [Center [B Axe]] [Center [B Clueless, innocent, trusting, leaps before she looks]]
[Center [Pic http://wiki.guildwars2.com/images/thumb/7/7f/Sylvari_07_concept_art.jpg/322px-Sylvari_07_concept_art.jpg]] [Center [B Dexy]] [Center [B Talia]] [Center [B Pixie]] [Center [B Female]] [Center [B Quick and agile, excellent at hiding, charm speak: is able to influence humans and other less powerful fae through her voice or the music from her flute, positive nature magic; can bring life but not take it.]] [Center [B Being very small, conventional weapons aren't much good against big people; she's much better at distracting, giving her opponents the run-around with bells and ribbons. She has a little crossbow but it'll only do so much damage. Unless she poisons her darts, of course.]] [Center [B Cheerful in disposition and reluctant to get into a fight, however, when she does, she's fearless. Generally kind but capable of causing mischief .]]
[Center [Pic http://s7.postimg.org/kzo7uvxjv/Niro.jpg]] [Center [B nomey1]] [Center [B Niro]] [Center [B Alven]] [Center [B Male]] [Center [B Niro can swim up to great speeds, has night vision even in pitch black, can become absolutely silent to the point of being undetectable, great with a sword, and can manipulate water to an extent.]] [Center [B Sword]] [Center [B Niro is generally quiet, though not shy. He just isn't sure how to socialize with people and won't speak unless needed or deemed necessary. It takes a little while for him to warm up to others and be comfortable around them, but he has a good heart and always means well even if not visibly apparent.]]
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Aridhel looked at his companions with a growing sense of pride at their words. He was beyond humbled to call them his friends and comrades. Talia was the first to voice her support, and Ari hadn’t expected any different. She was steadfast and strong despite her tiny size, and he welcomed her to ride on his shoulder if she wished. Niro seconded the support, followed by Vida and Ari couldn’t help but smile at them. “You all humble me. Let’s ride west, and find this village together.” He turned his horse towards the road and without waiting he took off with the rest of his group to the West.
It was going to be a long ride, cresting over mountainous terrain, and traversing across open plains before they would reach the coast. Arihdel was just glad he didn’t have to make the trek alone. It meant he wasn’t left alone with his thoughts, and he feared what that might bring. It was hard coming to grips with the truth that the unseelie Queen was now on the throne, but he fully intended for her stay to be temporary. He had spoke bold words earlier in regards to finding a new person worthy of the Seelie Throne. He could only hope that he could own up to those words and find someone worthy. If they could not... Ari refused to think on that possibility.
They finally reached a small town on their way to the coast where a local tavern could offer them a warm meal and a dry bed. Maybe a bath? Ari could go for a bath after all the hard riding and camping since being expeled from the palace and capital. The night was chilly and the rain fell hard as they rode up to the tavern. Ari hurried to dismount and enter the tavern, eager for a bowl of soup and to get out of the rain. He held the door open hurrying them all inside, but kept his hood up to not draw attention to himself or the others... The Unseelie Queen probably had spies about. “Let’s get out of the rain, all of us can use a good meal and a moment to discuss our path to the coast.” He suggested and took up a seat at a table and looked around to see the patrons that visited. He was just glad they had surprised this long, but there was still the other leg of their trip to reach the coast, and from there they could begin their rebellion.
The kingdom was chaos as she fought her way through. It was do or die now, and the kingdom had gone from a safe place to a hellish cage. The kingdom was falling apart, and the king was dead. The new queen was horrible and twisted, smart enough to make it past the kingdoms defenses. She felt ashamed of herself, feeling that she hadn't been good enough to help her friends win. She swung the silver axe around, cutting enemies and trampling them under her hooves. She ran back and forth, helping her teammates as they reached the exit. She cut two enemies with one swing as she noticed the gates.
She stopped running once the team was a safe distance from the destroyed kingdom. She looked around. Vida looked anxious, fear in her eyes. She was eventually able to stop her hooves from stamping the ground as she heard the leader speak. She wasn't leaving her friends, no matter how much she wanted to run. This was her home, and these beings were her only family. She tried her best to look brave, her ears flat.
What was she doing? Her mind went into a storm of what-ifs and worse case scenarios. She tried her best to hide the regrettably vibrant images of what would happen if they were defeated. She sighed, calming herself down. She refused to let more people die or be tortured than there had to be. They had failed to protect the kingdom, now their priority was to take it back. She watched as others stepped up to fight, giving the female courage and self esteem as she finally spoke.
[I Her reign was as some would put it untouched, she was quite literally the most powerful magical creature alive, and boy was she pleased with herself. When she wasn't absorbing magic into her staff, she was changing those whom she deemed acceptable into another member of her troops. Her precious wild hunt was out looking, taking away those with magic from their families. Pathetic humans lived in fear of her, and the terrors that she brought about.]
[+Purple [I My sweet general. News on anything I should be made aware of?]] [B No my Queen, all is well] [+Purple [I What of the damn knights?]] [B Exiled and no where to be seen my Queen] [+Purple [I Good. Good. Bring the able bodied females to me, tell the chefs to have tea prepared. I have myself a scheme.]] [B Yes my Queen]
[I The General hurried away, whilst she stood up, taking her staff with her she stepped onto the balcony as she did many, many times. Hissing at the bright light of the summer sun, she decided to be rid of the sun. Swirling her hand around her staff she began chanting the enchantments that would block out the sun and send her kingdom and the surrounding valleys into darkness just as she desired.]
[I Screams of horror, of begging, pleading... echoed the cells. Bodies littered the halls, people clawing at their stone walls, others fighting for whatever scraps of food they could find, others trying to produce enough warmth in the sub zero cells. Most of those in the cells were not whom they once were, some had been blinded others tortured beyond means as to make nothing but weak obedient blabbering fools. Occasionally grunting and a few moans could be heard of the men, women and children who were being raped. The Wild Hunt did not discriminate in who they chose to make their next prey.]
[B GATHER THE ABLE BODIED FEMALES THE QUEEN REQUESTS THEIR PRESENCE IN THE THRONE ROOM!!!]
Bright blue orbs stared up at the gates that was once entrance to a place Niro called home. They were being sealed before his eyes and, like everything else that had transpired that day, there was nothing he could do. Looking down at his shaking hands, he saw the blood of those he had managed to cut down, though it had seemed to amount to a whole lot of nothing. He efforts were not enough to save the king, the citizens, nor protect his comrades from their newfound fate. The sword that was strapped to his side felt more like a heavy burden rather than a comforting ally.
With a blink, the visions vanished and he was now looking over at the other three knights. He swore he could still hear the terrified screams of the people, but whether those were the memories of what just happened or what was currently taking place on the other side of the gates was something he was not sure of. Everything was a blur, even some of the words that his friends were speaking now.
"Re...bellion..." he said under his breath.
It took all of Niro's willpower to try to focus he could on the task at hand. Everything had happened so fast that there was hardly any time to process any of it, but what was there to really analyze? They had failed and the kingdom was taken over by an evil woman. He looked at each one of them and realized that he could not afford to be weak. All of them was suffering, that was no excuse for him to lose his nerves.
"We should retreat," he finally said, agreeing with Aridhel's plan. "Nothing will change by staying here."
He glanced at Talia, nodding at her words, then at Vida who had yet to say a word. He stared down at the path that they would have to travel, not daring to look back at the looming gates behind him. He could only afford to move forward. His hands tightened on the reigns, itching to move but waiting to make sure that everyone was ready.
Talia had never intended to come to the seelie court, had never meant to find herself in the king's service and certainly never as a knight. But the pixie realms were being appropriated by the big people and their dwindling numbers couldn't ward them away. The seelie court was a place of all kinds of great and powerful magic that could save them from their turmoil.
But fae didn't haggle with money and every service was another servitude to be paid. Talia had fluttered and flew from job to job, favour to favour until her uncanny reputation for getting things done landed herself in the palace stables.
She remember her first day of service as a squire to a indignant princely pagent knight. He had not been happy when he saw her, being barely taller than his ankle but she charmed spoken him into his armour and into his confidence and he won his first spar. He'd been so thrilled to win, he didn't care that she couldn't saddle a horse.
Then the years had passed and the prince had become a king and the squire had become a knight, still the pixie who should get things done with her songs.
[I But your songs couldn't save him], her mind chasitised. Over the shouting and the crashing, no one could hear her. And in her panic, she had gotten caught and forced to watch as her king was killed and a demon sat in his place.
"The usurper will underestimate us," she said to her companions, refelcting in their failures, "if your serious about a rebellion, that could work in our favour." They had to crane in to hear her tiny voice, though she projected as well as she could.
A rebellion, though? If they could not do their duty adequately, how did they suppose to acheive such a fete? More than likely they would be dead before they could storm the gates as the seelie army had done only hours before.
Oh, Ari and his grand ideas and his grief stricken eyes could dream his revenge but in the end, they were four insignificant creatures in a world with no one to tell their families what had happened to them.
And Talia's family… she'd planned to see them in spring for the flower festival and watch the big people dance in the street. They would enchant the bests dancers and bring them into the hills for a night of music and splendor, then the sun would rise and they'd send the big people home, confused and delirious but happier than they'd been since they were children.
She could still do that. Ari would forgive her, she knew he would, first as a friend then as someone who was unendingly kind. She wouldn't forgive herself, though. She'd made a vow she couldn't keep and now she had to repay in blood.
Exiled… Ari was usually so carefree and jovial, but now his blood was boiling. His king and friend was dead; defeated by a vile witch. His eyes could only narrow in contempt as the gates of the Kingdom closed and sealed before him. Despite being surrounded by his companions and lifelong friends… he felt empty, and alone. The Seelie King had been his friend. They had sparred together, drank, laughed, and admired women together. Now it was over, and that abomination had taken over. His king had been a brother to him, more than a friend, and in his own way he had loved the man. It was over… or so it seemed.
Arihdel was a member of the noble Fey Folk. He was an elf, and an archer, but most importantly he was a Knight. It was his duty to protect the kingdom, and in his nature to lead. With a cold glare to the closed off kingdom he turned that glare on his comrades. “We’ve lost this battle… but the war is just beginning.” He turned his horse around, putting his back against his home and his enemy. It made him nauseous to walk away from this lost battle, but he knew they had to move fast. “We will reclaim the kingdom, and we will find someone worthy of the throne.” It was a solemn vow, and in time, he hoped he lived long enough to see it come to fruition.
He looked then to his counterparts, Talia, Niro, and Vida. All of them like him, a Knight of the Seelie King. He could only hope they would follow him, go with him into hiding and begin planning their rebellion. Though he wouldn't hold it against them if they decided to move on, admit defeat and try to build a new life. It was not in Ari to do that. Maybe he was blinded by vengeance, maybe he was trying to stop himself from drowning in sorrow. Whatever it was, Ari wasn't about to walk away from this nightmare without a fight. Regardless if the Unseelie Queen wanted a war or not... she was going to get one. "I'm traveling West towards the coast. There's a village there were the forest meets the Sea. I intend to form a rebellion there. Follow me if that is your wish, but should any of you chose to venture off and start a new life..." surprisingly Ari smiled to his friends, even in the face of such heavy sorrow as the loss of their King. "Then I wish you the best of luck. Know you have always been my friends, my brother and my sisters. Should any of you ever need me or my bow... call on me and I will come to your aid. It has been an honor serving with you all."
[I [#8B008B Your kingdom is mine. Your people are mine and I will reap what I want and take what I can, no one will be safe.]]
[I She dropped him, he choked on his blood laying there on the now destroyed marble floors as she stepped over him and moved to her new throne. The hunt looked at her holding the dead Monarch's four knights. She sat promptly on her new throne stroking her staff.]
[I [#8B008B Round the people up. Kill the weak bring those who possess useful magic and have them thrown into the dungeon. Do as you please with the pathetic knights. They are of no longer use to me or my new kingdom.]]
[B Their weapons my lady?]
[I [#8B008B Let them keep them to mock them of their greatest failure.]]
[B Yes ma'am]
[I She waited till they were out of sight, out of mind become kicking the dead Seelie body's aside approaching the balcony the doors opened with protest. She overlooked her new kingdom, her staff beginning to glow, tightening her grip she began swirling her hand watching as the dark purple swirls of magic begin to fill the air. She chanted spells of ancient darkness and watched as the kingdom fell into a pitied state of decay and destruction. Just as she wanted it to be. Once complete she turned to the castle which had changed dramatically from Seelie to UnSeelie. She heard screams as people were shoved into cells. She cackled this was how it should be.]
[B Go take your damn horses and leave. Do not come back you are not welcomed. Be glad her majesty is most merciful.]
[I The Guard waited impatiently for the individuals to mount their horses once so, he waited till they rode far into the horizon before he was satisfied. The large gates to the kingdom once majestic and welcoming were sealed. No one was leaving the city. Not now not ever. The guard returned to the throne room where his Queen sat intimidating on her throne. Her staff glowing in her hand.]
[I [#8B008B Bring me two younglings my staff is in need of more magic.]]
[I They were pushed in, both trembling. They were siblings. The Queen approached them her staff glowing, she could sense their magic. Reaching for the chin of the first, her smile full of intense enjoyment as she watched the youngling into dust in front of her eyes, his magic flowing quickly into the black orb. Once she was done, the other younglish was curled up trembling.]
[B Your majesty]
[I [#8B008B WHAT]]
[B This one may be of use. He's a strong one. His magic screams darkness.]
[I She examined the youngling. A little young however he would be quite the charm for her as part of her Wild Hunt. She strokes his cheek watching him carefully. Before she placed a kissed on his forehead. Causing him fall back screaming in agony. She cackled once again as he finally stopped wailing.]
[I [#8B008B Raise.]]
He did, his eyes now like her. He bowed quickly in respect as did the other guards. She swirled her fingers produced a ring, placing it in his hand she turned to the other guards approaching her head guard he nodded understanding her silent order. They led the new tracker away. Leaving her alone once more. She held her staff closer and produced a silk napkin she coughed harshly, her coughs echoing through the halls. She allowed herself to sit with her staff close by. Disposing of the napkin she allowed herself to rest. She had won.