The retaking of Lebennin

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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Sat Dec 06, 2003 12:23 am

Gyle slumped to the ground exhausted with his back to a tree. In front of him in the middle of the small clearing his halberdier stuck point in the ground with his pennant attached to it. He was in a mapped rally point and hopefully a few survivors would find the spot.<BR><BR>Not far off down a trail that lead to the clearing, the empty black armor of the demon that pursued continually made him jump as it caught his eye again and again. Beyond the armor he knew was a trail of his dead comrades; ran down to the last and slain by the black demons.<BR><BR>Rage burned in him but he was to tired to even lift his voice in anger. Mathias was the traitor; it was all too clear now, and all too late. But he would kill Mathias, he would take back the fortress and the Palace, and save the kind and his son, if they were still alive. Gyle let his head sink into his hands painfully aware of the dried blood caked on his face and hands breaking when his skin stretched. Very little of the blood was actually his own, but it all meant death, for some one.<BR><BR>Night was fast approaching and Gyle wanted nothing more the to prop his sword up, take off his helmet and sleep, but he couldn’t yet, he would stay awake another few hours to see if any found the marker tonight. If none found it that night or by mid-day the next he decided he would go searching. Maybe he could even go find other outposts of the king’s defense force and gather the army again to strike the fortress. It was a thought, but he hurt to much to think to much right then. He settled back against the tree to wait.<BR>
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Sat Dec 06, 2003 10:07 am

(ooc<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>on't mind if I go ahead and post, do yeh?)<BR><BR><BR><BR>Alayna walked through the Wood (it tis a wood, right?) as stealthy as a Cat. She had heard clash of metal against metal, and terrible shreiks earlier on that evening. Her curiosity got the better of her and she wanted to find out what the heck made those sounds. When she came up to the path, she saw a dead body of a man, stabbed in the back. She looked up ahead and saw a clearing, not 60 feet ahead. Alayna walked towards it, and in the darkness she could make out a shape lying on the ground, black as midnight it was. She Also caught site of a long pole weapon stuck in the middle of the clearning, and on it a strange pennent. <BR><BR>'This can't have been left by <i>that</i>,' she thought. At that moment, she caught another shape in the darkness, sitting with it's back to the Tree. "Hallo there, what happened here?"
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Sat Dec 06, 2003 1:18 pm

(ooc: nope, good to have you, let the games begin ^_^)<BR><BR><BR>“Eh, wha…?” Gyle jerked awake, “Who’s there?”<BR><BR>Gyle did not catch sight of the person standing at the edge of the clearing for moment as his hand sought his sword. Finally his eyes came to rest on a black shape and he froze. His first impulse was to run from the new demon but then reason took over his wearied mind.<BR><BR>The demon he had fought had not asked questions, and its victory cry, nor its death rattle, had been a soft voice. The person had not answered yet, and Gyle couldn’t say he blamed the person.<BR><BR>“A battle,” Gyle leaned back against the tree again, releasing his sword, “You obviously were not here yesterday, or you would have seen it first hand, it raged all around here.” He lifted a gauntleted hand, still caked in dried blood from the day before, and indicated the area around them. “I fear that Lebennin’s stronghold and king have fallen to an enemy”<BR><BR>Was that a gasp from the person in black? He couldn’t quiet make it out, his head was ringing from exertion. “The main enemy was routed but the fortress is still held, by demons the likes of which I have never seen, I am the Captain Commander of the king’s army,” he laughed bitterly, “But as you can I have no men. But that is a small matter; I am only waiting her for any survivors that might come from the battle field or from the fortress itself,” His voice hardened with resolve, “Then I am going to take it back, one way or another”<BR><BR>There was silence for a moment while the figure at the rim of the forest thought on his words. Gyle’s hand unobtrusively came to rest on his sword again. He had regained a little strength from his sleep, and it occurred to him this one might be an enemy as well and here he had just named himself the captain of the king’s army, alone and weakened.<BR><BR>“Who are you?” It wasn’t the most courteous greeting he could think of but he had said quiet enough on his own part.<BR>
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Sat Dec 06, 2003 10:16 pm

"My name is Alayna, and you need not fear, I am not of the enemy. I saw one of your companions, a little back on the trail. A gruesome death, it was. Now...I guess since you've exlpained yourself to me, I suppose I owe you an explaination of <i>myself</i>, eh? Well, I don't have much of a story, except that I was being trained as an assassin, a little while back, maybe a year ago, in this country. My trainer wanted me to assassinate many of the political leaders in the other countries, but I gave up the proffession. Well...ran away, more like it, I'd prefer to face an oppenent face to face." She paused, she couldn't think of anything else..." I've forgotten my past before I came to be in the training of assassination, but it matters not." A brief silence followed, "Might I wait here with you, for your companions, and help you in this war? I have perfect skills (or so I have been told) with the blade, partizan to be exact, though I can wield any weapon you give to me." Alayna peered into the darkness, and tried to focus on the shape in the darkness. "You have not yet told me your name, Sir-knight. Or should I just call you, "Sir-Knight," eh?"
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Postby Mithnen » Sun Dec 07, 2003 11:12 am

Soraia stumbled further and further away from the fortress. She didn't know where else to go. She'd lived there her entire life, where else was there to go? In desperation she turned her eyes to the sky. Something caught her eyes just above the tree-line. What...was it a flag? Where there others that had escaped? A new hope in her heart she quickened her pace and delved further into the woods. The trees became thicker. The sunlight barely shone through the dense foliage to the floor. She tripped over many tree roots and branches stung her face as she ran blindly, hoping that she would eventually come upon those who had signalled.<BR><BR>More suddenly than she had expected, she came upon a wide clearing. There was one man dressed in the livery of the King leaning against a tree and a woman standing over him, seemingly holding a rather one-sided conversation. Without hesitating, Soraia stepped boldly into the clearing. "I-" was all she managed to spit out before falling over a deracinated part of a tree root and landing hard on the ground. The wind knocked out of her, she rolled onto her back and was met by the curious faces of the man and woman. "Hello there," she muttered. She then began to scold herself for being so rash. <i>Just wonderful,<i> she thought as they stared down at her.
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Postby Zharath_FarDawn » Sun Dec 07, 2003 3:59 pm

((ooc can i please join am sorry if i mess up as this is my first rp O.O ))<BR><BR><BR><i>Zharath rides slowly her horse tired and her eyes and thoughts wondering as she looks upon the locals her horse stands still as they stop a few people but mostly looking to the women on the ground, forseeing something amiss she rides closer her curiosity normaly geting her into trouble she slips nervesly off her saddle standing looking to the three</i><BR><BR>erm hello may i assiast in anything? ~ nerve she almost whispers as she had not long left rohan ~ <BR><BR><BR><BR><i>Zharath's horse grinds his hoof into the dirt as he awaites his rider ,zharath stands looking as she moves her hair back behind her shoulders ,her green tunic catches the wind slightly knocking the sword by her side to a tilt, away from the postion she prefers as close to hand as posible</i>
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Sun Dec 07, 2003 4:33 pm

"Well, it looks like you're drawing more attention to lady folk, rather than the survivors of your war," said Alayna to Gyle when Zharath appeared, more sarcastic than anything else. "I'd take down the token before you end up haveing a mob of ladies surrounding you." Alayna held out her hand to the girl who had tripped over the tree root, "I'd be more careful if I were you, lass. What be your name? and yours too, miss," she pointed to Zharath. <BR><BR><BR>(Zharath_FarDawn, please visit the OOc, and post your character bio there)
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Postby Zharath_FarDawn » Sun Dec 07, 2003 4:43 pm

((ooc ok erm please help .lol where do i find it to place my bio thanks for helping me out <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>))<BR><BR><i>Zhraths looks amoung the people as she qwirks a brow slightly then relaxeing mostly but still unsure</i><BR><BR>I am zharath fardawn please to meet you, i think<BR><BR><i>offering a slightly tainted smile as she looks around her horse rubing its muzzle into her back causeing the young women to move forward slightly, she thought slightly as she listend to the others intently</i>
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Sun Dec 07, 2003 4:56 pm

(ooc: <A TARGET="_blank" HREF="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=55&">http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=55&</A>;threadid=74716 this is the OOC for this r-p)
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Sun Dec 07, 2003 8:05 pm

Gyle's feelings were a mixture of disbaliefe and reliefe. Had no men of the King's army, save himself, make it out? On the other hand he recognized the girl who had fallen into the clearing as one of the new stable maids, but he could not remember her name. The other's he had never seen before.

Ignoring the interuptions for a moment he looked at Alayna, "My name is Gyle, no sir night needed." He smiled briefly at that thought, "I fear you may be right, but if there are any of my men out there I need them also."

Gyle stood up and replaced his sword in it scalbard. He gazed at each of the three women that had approached him, sizing each one up in turn, "To be honest..." He started addressing Alayna and Zharath, "I could use your help... but it is more dangerous than I think you know"

Zharath gave a startled jerk. She had only asked if she could help with anything and now this man was saying something about incredible danger?

"I am bound to somehow take back the fortress of the king, one way or another," Gyle looked seriously around at them, "I don't expect to nessicarily live. My adice to both of you," Gyle indicated Zharath and Alayna, "Is to continue on your way and steer clear of the fortress, I can't in good conscious ask you to help, though if you wish to help, I will not refuse it, I can use all the help I can get."

"You," Gyle turned to face Soraia, "Are more directly my responsibility as you come from the castle, I should tell you to keep on straight north until you come to an outpost in a few days, but I do not know whether it would be safe. You I must keep with me for a time yet, until I am sure all the black warriors have returned to the fortress and it is safe to send you to safety. So, how is it? Once again I urge you to flee but I will except your help"
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Postby Rainfield » Sun Dec 07, 2003 9:55 pm

The thump of horse hooves echoed through the forest, as dark haired man of a young face, rode through the tree's of Lebennin. His white horse dodged the tree's as he rode on at full speed, digging his heavy hooves deeper into the ground with each step. The dark haired man clutched the horses gray mane with his white gauntlets that reached all the way up to his elbow. He rode hunched over, uninjured but shaken from war. <BR><BR>Suddenly he broke free into a hole in the woods, blowing past four people standing around a flag, they looked tired and beaten, one in particular. He quickly halted his horse, standing it on it's back legs, neighing loudly. The man drew his sword, a dark black hilt made of obsidian material, with a long black blade that twisted and curved all the way to the sharpened end. The man then walked his horse slowly around the three females and one male. The male had drawn his sword at first site of the horsed man, and looked to strike. The dark haired man took site of the symbol upon the flag waving in the middle of the four, and sheathed his sword.<BR><BR>"What is your status in regard to King Rivion?" The man stated quickly.<BR><BR>"Tell me your name first, and then I may answer some questions," the male responded.<BR><BR>The dark haired man dismounted from his horse, he had a white breastplate that matched his guantlets, and in black lining a fancy goblet was inked. He had long graceful dark gray cloths attached to the sides of his waste, that flowed down to his feet. His dark hair was parted down the middle, the bangs dropped down to his breast. The back of his hair stopped at a tad past his shoulders. His eye's were of ash color.<BR> <BR>"My name is Ralistur Dieloc! Student under lord Mathias... HALT!" Ralistur shouted as the male began to attack, the power of Ralistur's words seemed to have some effect over all four. "Like I said... I am a student under lord Mathais, but I do not condone his actions. Even though Mathais is my lord, and I his head student, I must go against my mentor. My fellow students have been imprisoned in the town, I do not know there fate, but I must try to help them. I fought my way through the opposing army, but I must return shortly. I am looking for any help if any."<BR><BR>The four looked on at Ralistur unknowing of the man who stood before them, after all he did have a rather sinister look about him. But then again, all of those sorcerer students had a sinister look about them. <BR><BR>"NOW!" Ralistur shouted, "Who are you?"
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Sun Dec 07, 2003 11:21 pm

Relief again swept over Gyle. He had been certain that Mathias’s students must have joined him in his venture to take the throne. After all, surely if Mathias’s students had opposed Mathias he would have achieved his goal. Maybe he had underestimated Mathias’s power. Gyles studied the ground, but he suddenly brought his eyes up, in them sparked hope.<BR><BR>“Mathias’s top student you say?” Gyles waited for the slight nod of affirmation, “Mathias has managed to capture his former students in the fortress, in the village?” again a nod, “Then perhaps we do have a chance. Forgive me; I am Gyles, Captain Commander of the king’s army. I was confused when Mathias and his students did not come to aid us in our battle before the fortress, when Mathias showed his true colors you must understand I assumed he had twisted his students as well”<BR><BR>“That is understandable,” Ralistur shook his head gravely, “I myself escaped his web, using all my skill. But I must return to free them, will you help”<BR><BR>“I do not know how you managed to escape the Fortress but perhaps we may return by the same manner. I confess I wait here for any survivors that may be wandering these woods. I had hoped to gather a small party and assail the fortress again, to slip inside and if possible kill Mathias, I had given no thought to his students. Perhaps if we can free them they may serve a powerful force in taking back the fortress”<BR><BR>“I believe I may be able to break his web if I can get at it again,” Ralistur mused, “But his army in the fortress are no ordinary men. Demons are not so easily killed”<BR><BR>“I know, I have slain only one, and after he had slaughtered my remaining troops,” Gyles shook his head, “I fear this may be an impossible task. The only other idea I have is to run to the border forts and rally the remainder of the army to bring back here and lay siege to the fortress, but I fear in our absence Mathias may dig himself in further”<BR><BR>Gyles stood still a moment pondering his own words. If they could get into the fortress without being seen perhaps they could free the students and blast a path to Mathias. God only knew if the king and his son still lived. Once again he turned to the women, “This is not going to be easy, any ideas of how to do this are welcome”<BR>
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Mon Dec 08, 2003 9:16 am

"You'll need my help, for certain," said Alayna, "I doubt any of you have the skills of an assassin, and it looks like they will come in handy. Suicidal though it may seem, but I do not fear danger, it fears me. Oh..and Lord Gyle...I wouldn't patronize me, if I were you. I cannot stand being patronized...by men in particular. <BR><BR>"You asked for ideas...simple. I am quick and swift in the dark, I know all of the passages, no matter how secret in the fortress. It was part of my training."<BR><BR>She looked at the new comer, "Well, at least your token <i>does</i> attract men, Lord Gyle. Lord Dieloc, well met, indeed. Very dramatic appearance," she teased. " I am Alayna, and you have a magnificent horse," she walked over to it and started stroking his nuzzle. "I do believe it is the most perfect one I have ever seen," she muttered. She loved horses, almost as much as she loved her weapons. She had had one, but her instructor had taken it away and sold it, for horses are not stealthy creatures, and an assassin must be all stealth.<BR><BR>The sun was just starting to peak over the horizan, and it was blood red. She glared at it. Though it was indeed beautiful, it was her enemy. Darkness was her ally, for in it she could go swift and unnoticed. But speaking of noticing, she saw somthing black moving through the woods, it was coming closer. Not being able to see the face, it awfully reminded her of the dead demon laying but a few feet away from her. The black cloaked figure gave a call, waved and ran at full speed towards Alayna. "What the-" but she didn't have a chance to finish her sentence. She had been tackled to the ground and she felt like someone was trying to choke her. But then she heard the voice. The all too familiar voice. <BR><BR>"Alayna! Good gosh it's you! The last person I'd ever think to meet out here!"<BR><BR>"Shawn? You bloody idgit! Get off of me!" she cried, happy to see her best friend again, yet wasn't too thrilled that he was choking and squishing her. When they stood up, they looked each other up and down, and Alayna noted the small badge on his left shoulder, " You completed training, my friend?"<BR><BR>"Aye, I did, lass. My gosh...you havn't changed one bit, or aged a single day!" <BR><BR>"You look wonderful to, Shawn. Oh...Shawn, I'd like you to meet some people..." In turn, Alayna introduced her new companions.
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Postby Lanuviel » Mon Dec 08, 2003 12:26 pm

<i>She stumbled through the underbrush, brambles reaching out to her, tearing at her clothes and scrating her skin as other plants rushed to her, too eager to see her to help her passing. Her breath caught in her throat more than once as she stumbled up the embankment, her legs buckling underneath her. She had been wearing a fine tunic in a green to match her hickly-lashed eyes, and a black trousers... but they were both reduced now to rags. She bled from a multitude of cuts and scrapes on her body, but as she broke through the pain barrier of fatigue with a muffled sob she knew that to stop now would mean death.<BR><BR>Her copper-hued hair hung in taggered, lank locks down her back, highlighted with mud and worse. None of her was clean, and the perfect skin that so many had claimed fickle loyalty on was muddied and unrecognisable. <BR><BR>Her breath caught in her throat again, and her knees buckled. She fell onto her face in the mud, and rolled over onto her back, struggling to make out shapes in the darkness. Closing her eyes, she let her magic, as abundant as it had been before all this, flow through her veins. She quested outwards with it, as subtle as the caress of a spider's web, and found a group of people not far away. Three women, and three men. <BR><BR>Soldiers?<BR><BR>Her breath came back in huge gasps, her chest heaving underneath the tattered tattered remains of her tunic. <b>Thank the lord for breastbands</b>. She thought wryly, finding her thoughts of appearance all but laughable in the present circumstances. Dragging herself doggedly to her feet, she expertly wrapped her magic around her like a coccoon, letting the plants at her feet caress her ankles as she went, too tired to reprimand them. She briefly wondered if they could help her, help her move faster, or something... but she knew otherwise. It was unfair to make nature work for her.<BR><BR><b>What's the use of being descended from an Earth Elemental, if it doesn't do anything?</b><BR><BR>And oh, hadn't that question been asked a multitude of times before. betrayal smote her heart with every step she took, but she forbade tears to once again spring to her eyes. In all her time in his life, all of her twenty-eight years, she had never expected this. For hours, she had lain where she had woken and weeped for her father's fall from grace, for his corruption... but her heart was dried of sympathy now. Instead, a cold fist had smothered her kindness towards him, her indifference, and had nudged it in an entirely different direction. She hated him now, and was ready to show it. Maybe she didn't have what it took to defeat him... maybe she did. <BR><BR>She had never tried, so how would she know?<BR><BR>She knew that her command of the elements, however, far surpassed him because of her mother's elemental line, and sought to use his one weakness to his advantage. Maybe now her heritage could be his undoing. An ironic end, if that was to be so. As she reached the end of the clearing, she suddenly stopped, unsure. She had moved, cloaked in the silence only magic can bring - but another Sorceror was there, and he could probably feel her already... but what if they were demons?<BR><BR>Come to think of it, what if they were soldiers?<BR><BR>Both hated her, and both, she was sure, would seek for her blood, should she reveal her name and her looks. She was pretty distictive... And once they knew she was the daughter of the very one who betrayed them - Mathias, the King's Aide - they would kill her, for sure. But what else would there be? An eternity of running, afraid for her life but having none in the process? That was not for her. If she was going to die, she would rather it was now, rather than having to force herself into more running she simply couldn't do. <BR><BR>As it turned out, however, her body made the decision for her. Trembling, her knees finally gave up on her completely and she fell heavily to the ground, without the energy to again push herself to her feet. The clearing had gone silent, and she knew she had been seen. Rolling onto her back for at least some sense of dignity before she died, she quested around with her magic again. They were soldiers.<BR><BR>Exhausted and bad-tempered, Saeran Arthelion vented her rage on several filthy curses that would have made Mathias himself blush.</i>
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Postby Rainfield » Mon Dec 08, 2003 1:15 pm

"Only several of Mathais's students are in league with Mathais, most have been taken away to the dungeons underneath the city," Ralistur said pulling out a piece of parchment from a sack on his horse. <BR><BR>The paper was torn at several places, and a few corners were ripped. Not to mention the countless spills that were stained on the old paper, but they all dissapeared as Ralistur waved his hand over the parchment and an outline of the Lebennin appeared. He pointed to the dungeon. <BR><BR>"Alayna is it," Ralistur asked, and was recieved by a nod. "You can take the waterway through the south side of the city, Mathais's demons have rallied near the north gate and are awaiting a second attack, which is way you should only use the the border forts as a last resort," Ralistur said turning to Gyle. "I'm sorry but it'd only lose more lives."<BR><BR>"Anyway, listen Alayna if your giving yourself up to infiltrate the Lebennin walls..." Suddenly a dark shadow began to charge from the woods, it ran and tackled Alayna to the ground.<BR><BR>"A SPY!" Ralistur yelled drawing his sword.<BR><BR>"NO! NO! STOP," Alayna shouted. "This is my friend Shawn..."<BR><BR>"Very well," Ralistur spoke with slight hesitation, sheathing his sword. "Listen! This is no time for games, Alayna if your giving yourself to infiltrate the Lebennin walls then take this tonic. It will cast a spell of invisibilty on you for only a short time, so use it well," Ralistur said tossing the tonic to Alayna. <BR><BR>"Now..." Ralistur sighed, pointing to the map. <BR><BR>"What is it?" Asked Gyle as Ralistur seemed to have a confused look on his face.<BR><BR>"You!" Ralistur said pointing to the man they called Shawn... "Was there anyone else in the woods with you? SPEAK!" Ralistur said becoming impatient.<BR><BR>"No," The man replied.<BR><BR>Ralistur ran to the east and peered out into the dense woods, he was followed by Gyle. "What do you see?"<BR><BR>"I feel Mathais's blood near us..." And with that, the heir to Mathais was seen.
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Postby Mithnen » Mon Dec 08, 2003 2:13 pm

Soraia watched the scene with growing amusement. She sat cross-legged against a tree and smiled inwardly, unsure as to whether it was safe for her to laugh on the outside. So many times before she had let her amusement show, only to be introduced to a vile backhand or worse. Gyle had urged her to flee North, but in all honesty she had no intentions of going anywhere by herself. <i>Especially if he doesn't know if it's 'safe' or not...</i> she thought bitterly. The world had grown too dark for her liking, and she hated being in the dark.<BR><BR>"I feel Mathias' blood near us..."<BR><BR>She glanced up at Lord Ralistur, nervous light in her eyes. She had seen enough at the castle, she didn't want too see more! <i>Why didn't he take down that banner earlier?</i> <BR><BR>Before the entire thought could be thunk, a terribly bedraggled creature emerged from the woods and collapsed into the clearing. Mud was everywhere: in her hair, on her clothes, all over her face...Certainly she could not be what Lord Ralistur had spoken of? She looked so helpless... They all stared at her and did nothing. Soraia looked to her left at Alayna and then to her right at Ralistur. They stood stone still. <BR><BR>"Well!" she stated loudly. "What a fine mess." She drew nearer in an attempt to help the girl to her feet, but Ralistur quickly jerked her back by the arm. <BR><BR>"Stay away from her!" he commanded through his teeth. "This, lady, is the hier of Mathias." <BR><BR>She looked from Ralistur to the newcomer. Mathias? <i>This</i> is Mathias' hier? That's not possible! She looked on the girl, probably a bit older than herself, with sympathy. Something spoke to her. She didn't know what it was or where it came from. The girl needed help, not scorn, even if she was Mathias' daughter...
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Mon Dec 08, 2003 9:01 pm

“Ok, this complicates things,” Gyle muttered. He recognized her now that Ralistur said it was her, even underneath the layer of mud that clung to her, she was cursing at the moment, “Though I doubt we have anything to fear, Mathias would not treat his own kin such if she were loyal to his cause”<BR><BR>“Mathias is very devious; I would not put it past him to send his own daughter after me. He knows I escaped,” Ralistur looked skeptical.<BR><BR>“Possibly, do you have means to subdue her magic so we can question her?” Gyle reached down and hefted the woman and started back into the clearing.<BR><BR>“I can try, but if her magic is greater than mine by any great margin she can break loose of it,” Ralistur followed close behind him.<BR><BR>“Well do what you can, we must be cautious,” Gyle altered his cores to head towards a stream the gurgled in the distance, “We are the best hope for Lebennin for the moment and if we die, I fear all is lost. Soraia, could you go to the clearing and get the others? Also my spear is still in the ground with the standard, I think its time we move our camp”<BR><BR>It was only a few minutes walk before the three of them, Ralistur, and Arthelion , carried by Gyle, emerged on the bank of a slow moving stream about 10 feet wide. Gyle laid Arthelion down on the moss beneath one of the many birch trees that grew there and moved down to the stream, “Do what you can.” Gyle said to Ralistur as he past.<BR><BR>Down at the stream Gyle removed his chain male and shirt and knelt down to scrub the blood off his arms and face. There were a few cuts he had not notice and he scrubbed these out as best he could. The chain male was sticky with blood and he scrubbed this with sand and water to cleanse it. Replacing his shirt he carried his chain mail back up to where Ralistur now sat near Arthelion beneath the shade of the trees.<BR><BR>“The other’s will be here soon, then we should move,” Ralistur commented without looking up.<BR><BR>Gyle nodded his a agreement, “Indeed, after we make sure she wont cause trouble, one way or another”<BR>
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Postby Rainfield » Mon Dec 08, 2003 11:35 pm

Ralistur stood at the bank of the stream, removing his boots, letting the water splash against his feet. He took his sword from his sheath and jammed the curvy blade into the earth. He bent down, splashing several water droplets on his dirty face. He had a scratch from a tree branch smacking him in the face while he was escaping in the woods.<BR><BR>Arthelion sat behind Ralistur with her knee's clutched against her body as if she was cold. Ralistur shut his eye's and stood back up straight, letting the loose clothing on his sides and his hair blow back into the wind. He turned to face the girl, who had somewhat of a frightened look drapped across her smooth face. Ralistur smiled a bit, after all he was a young man, he couldn't deny the physical beauty of Mathais's heir. He leaned down and gave her a peice of bread from his horse's pouch. "Eat this... You look starved."<BR><BR>Arthelion took the bread slowly, Ralistur could detect quite a level of suspicion, but she ate the bread nevertheless. Arthelion lowered her head, not letting Ralistur look into her eye's.<BR><BR>Ralistur sighed and stood back up, he shook his head with skepticism, then walked next to Gyle. "I have not focused to harshly on her, but I do not detect much hostility. Maybe a hint of awkwardness and embarrassment, but I do not think she will be of harm."<BR><BR>"Can you be sure," Gyle asked, poking at a few cuts and bruises. <BR><BR>"Here..." Ralistur leaned down next to Gyle, pressing his hand over a few cuts on Gyles arm, slowly the wounds healed back to perfect form. Ralistur patted Gyle on the shoulder and stood back up, "I cannot be certain, but my judgements tell me she is in good heart. However, I am only a student, would you like me to interrogate her fully?"<BR>
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Postby Iorek » Tue Dec 09, 2003 7:28 am

Black armour, black skin, black swords, black eyes. Black nightmares. He’d dream of them for years, he knew. And so many! They had simply kept coming in waves, as if they knew no fear and no pain.<BR><BR>“Demons,” Iorek seethed. His unit had been disbanded, their horses lost or dead along with their riders. Iorek stared at the long and bloody gash across his right arm. That needed mending for sure, but it was not yet time for healing. He had to find the others. Any others. With a deep sigh he stood up only to feel as his knees buckled again. Damn that last one! The last demon he had fought, had knocked him over several times, until it had impaled itself on Iorek’s broadsword. Then he had blacked out, too tired to keep fighting, too tired to care. His last sight before everything blurred had been of the Captain fighting two demons at once. At the thought of his Captain, Iorek’s heart constricted with fear. If Gyle was gone… then there was not much hope.<BR><BR>After several other attempts of standing, Iorek gathered himself and found he could walk quite normally. He looked around at the battle field, littered with corpses all the way up the gates. The place was deserted, as far as Iorek could see. But he knew where he had to go. He was close enough to a rallying point in the woods. Iorek set out to find it, wishing for a horse… actually, wishing for anything that would carry him. He laughed inwardly at himself for this weakness, but in truth he was weary beyond his years. His armour felt twice as heavy, his broadsword was dead weight at his side. He longed for the light bow that had been strapped to his horse’s mount. <BR><BR>Iorek was not entirely sure of how long it took him to get to the rallying point he knew of, but it was with surprise that he discovered the clear traces that several people had left there. As he studied the tracks on the ground he felt somewhat puzzled. He was not exactly a master tracker, but he could read the simpler marks. And those in the clearing confused him. <BR><BR>He found the lighter footsteps of at least three women, horse hooves, and no less than two different men footprints, both of heavy boots. With a jolt Iorek realized that probably other soldiers had been there for a while. And even as he had clearly seen the black armour at the entrance of the clearing, he could not see blood on the ground, thus they were probably still alive.<BR><BR>With renewed strength and hope, Iorek followed the tracks carefully. They led to the water stream that run nearby, but he needn’t wait long for the owners of the footprints to appear. Walking only a few feet ahead of him were three women, obviously headed for the stream that was already in sight.<BR><BR>For a moment, Iorek thought about hailing them there and now, but years of training told him otherwise. He would wait until he saw of what intend they were. He had heard more than enough about sorceresses and in the light of Mathias’s treason, he no longer felt safe around sorcerers. Thus, he followed quietly, until they reached the watercourse. Another woman and two men awaited there. <BR><BR>Iorek could not repress a gasp as he recognised one of the men. The livery of the King’s army and the helmet… never had the young man been so glad to see someone.<BR><BR>“My lord!” he exclaimed as he leapt forward, startling everyone present. With a bow, Iorek placed himself before Gyle, Commander of the Army. However, as he did so, Iorek realised with a twinge that no other soldier was with his Captain. Were they the only ones left?<BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Lanuviel » Tue Dec 09, 2003 1:09 pm

<i>They hadn't killed her.<BR><BR>This was the first thought that came to Saeran's mind as she came to her feet. They hadn't killed her. They did, it seemed, abhor her. Though it hurt a little to know that such a band of survivors could distrust her so, she knew they had no other choice. She was, as the sorceror had said, the heir of the man who started all this outrage, all of this killing. Through her jumbled thoughts a sentence came through, spoken by the one in official-looking, blood-pattered chainmail who seemed to be in charce of the motley band.</i><BR><BR>“Possibly, do you have means to subdue her magic so we can question her?” <i>He asked the sorceror - she could feel his magic now, strumming in her ears the way that hers was probably doing to him.<BR><BR><b>I'd like to see him try</b>. She thought grimly, remembering what had happened to the apprentice that had tried to dim her magic as she struggled the effects of the sleeping draught. As she recalled, her stomach lurching at the memory, she had, in her anger, called upon nature to defend her, using her links to manipulate the very foundations of the earth they walked on.<BR><BR>He had burned up and crumbled to ashes without enough time even to blink.<BR><BR>Maybe that was why she had recieved the beating, the cuts on her skin... because she had destroyed one of <b>his</b> number. Unbidden, pride swelled in her chest. She smothered it, ashamed - if she had had any more tears left to cry, they would have started anew.<BR><BR>She was carried to a spot further away by the captain, whoever he was. She hadn't even bothered to protest, concentrating instad on using her magic to try and fuel her flagging energy levels. By the time she had finished boosting it to the stage that she would be able to walk for a few more hours, she noticed the Sorceror looking at her curiously.<BR><BR>She knew that face, she was sure. It was then she remembered- he was Ralistur Dieloc, her father's top student. He had visited the house once or twice, though she had only seen him from afar, so engrossed had she been in her studies in order to please her father. <b>Well</b>, she thought, <b>that didn't work, did it</b>?<BR><BR>His eyes, as grey as twilight, sought her own bright green ones. Understanding what he was doing, she looked away, trying to disappear into her own thoughts. He had fed her with bread, had smiled at her... did he recognise her? Did he know she was not her father, and shared virtually none of his mind. The only things they had <b>ever</b> shared was their eye colour and their determination. She had decided back in that ditch that her determination would be fixed on destroying her creator - and she meant it.<BR><BR>Coming suddenly back to the world her body was in, she realised that unconsciously she had been gathering her power around her as a child would a comforting blanket.<BR><BR><b>Maybe it is the only thing left to comfort me.</b> She wondered morosely, pulling herself to her feet with barely a noice, and walking - with some of her former grace - over behind Gyle. Her bare feet seemed to be accepted by the earth - the plants, dock-leaves, dandelions, vines and creepers - caressing her ankles as she passed. She waved a hand at them, but they would not draw back. Irritated, she was about to speak to the Captain - or soldier, whatever he was - when Ralistur's words finally reached her disbelieving ears.</i><BR><BR>"Would you like me to interrogate her fully?"<BR><BR><i>Not needing to hear any more to understand what was being said - the Captain's sceptical expression was all it took to understand - she pulled herself up to her full height and moved to stand between them. She looked a state, but when she spoke it was with the voice of someone who knew great hurt, hoarse from sobbing but as strong as she could make it. Her shoulders shook with something between anger and grief, the only tear of frustration that she could summon - if she had wanted to, which she didn't - rolling down her cheek and tracking a clear, wavy line in the mud on her face.</i><BR><BR>"Interrogation, gentlemen, is not necessary." <i>She looked coldly at them, understanding their suspicion and knowing that she would do the same, but hurt nonetheless.</i> "As you already know, I am Saeran, heir of Mathias. I am <b>not</b>, however, his collaborator."<i> She sighed heavily, the horrors she had seen her father inflict present in her eyes as she re-lived the conversation that ended her time as his daughter.</i> <BR><BR>"I am ashamed and horrified at his actions, and hold myself in full responsibility for not spotting his motives sooner. Rest assured, gentlemen..." <i>Her green eyes took on a sharp, cold cast to their green hue, glittering with desire and bloodlust as her magic, unbidden rose and filled her skin, giving her a rush that came with anticipation before she spoke the words of her vow.</i> "I swear upon the gift that names me as Sorceress that when I find him, I shall kill him."<BR><BR><i>Turning so none could see her immediate grief, she stalked towards the river to wash, muttering the last phrase under her breath even as the new arrival - a soldier, by all accounts, entered the camp.</i><BR><BR>"And his death shall be none too quick."<BR><BR><i>The touch of cold water to her skin was a godsend, mingling with the tears that had returned with her water level, mixing with the brackish trails down her cheeks and wiping them away with a careful hand. She tried in vain to keep the noise of her sobs to a minimum, and spent her time instead occupying herself with washing her cuts, lacing her thighs and arms. Some were but caresses with a blade, some deeper and painful, clotted with blood and mud. Healing had never been her skill - instead it lay in the elemental side of things... the more tempestuous side of life.<BR><BR>On her knees in front of the river, she inclined her head as far down as it would go, and washed the mud from her hair, watching it kink into the oh-so-familiar curls she bore in font of her eyes. Her hair colour was now a dark auburn, but would lighten, she knew, into it's normal, distinctive copper colour when it dried. As she washed, however, she began to think.<BR><BR>Why was she staying here? She had said her piece, and now the time had come that she left. If she stayed all she had to look forward to would be discrimination and a none-to-pleasant death when others reslised the importance of her name and her looks. The only bargaining chip she had was her Elemental blood, which afforded her a nature-linked gift that she had taken pains to keep secret. Angrily, she swatted away a bramble that tried to kiss her toes with several sharp thorns. <BR><BR>If the plants acted like this any longer, her secret wouldn't be kept for long.</i>
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Tue Dec 09, 2003 3:57 pm

“I…,” Gyle started but Arthelion cut him off<BR><BR>"Interrogation, gentlemen, is not necessary. As you already know, I am Saeran, heir of Mathias. I am not, however, his collaborator." She had drawn herself up and looked livid at the very idea.<BR><BR>Perhaps not, Gyle thought, but then , perhaps it was a trick. Mathias had hated him. That much was clearer now then ever. But he would not send out his own daughter, not if he loved her. So he didn’t love her, that much was obvious, so he would have no qualms. But he couldn’t believe it seriously.<BR><BR>"I am ashamed and horrified at his actions, and hold myself in full responsibility for not spotting his motives sooner. Rest assured, gentlemen... I swear upon the gift that names me as Sorceress that when I find him, I shall kill him.” The look in her eyes banished all doubt. Maybe she could not be trusted to the fullest but she was not with Mathias, and she would work to bring him down, but the question was, would she prove to be too hotheaded to aid them or would she work with them.<BR><BR>She muttered something under her breath that Gyle did not catch, exchanged a look with Ralistur, who shrugged but nodded. She was safe, she would not betray them to Mathias. That was forgotten for the moment though when somebody suddenly yelled.<BR><BR>“My lord!” came a voice Gyle had assumed he would never hear again, and the man himself leapt from the woods and bowed before him. Gyle stood speechless for a moment as he looked down at Iorek. He had assumed there must have been some that survived but he himself had seen Iorek engaged in combat before the gates to the fortress and had seen him also go down right before he, himself, had rallied what remained of the men and fought his way clear.<BR><BR>He remembered Iorek from the last remnant force had that tried to take the fortress after the first detachment had failed. It was hard to forget the faces of the few remaining men that had shown unshaking devotion and loyalty when he had called on them. Those faces had burned themselves into his memory, and he had to fight down a surge of guilt. He had led them to their deaths, and now a solitary soldier, had returned to show loyalty again after all that.<BR><BR>“Rise! Come,” Gyle stepped forward, and clasped Iorek’s wrist, “I am relieved to find you alive. Ralistur, heal this man if you can, he is wounded.” Ralistur came over and laid his hands on Iorek’s hurt as he had done for Gyle’s. Iorek’s wounds where more grievous and it took more time but eventually, the cuts and gashes were gone.<BR><BR>“Thankyou,” Iorek said simply, “My Lord have no others joined you again?”<BR><BR>Gyle’s face took on the expression of pain he felt suddenly inside, “None, yet, but I have hope. How is it that you have come so now? I saw you fall at the gates as we tried to take them”<BR><BR>“I fell, yes, but I woke in the calm and got away. I feared you dead as well. I did not know what to do except find others so I went to the rally point and found your tracks and followed them here,” Iorek explained it all, running has hand over the smooth flesh of his arm that had been torn before.<BR><BR>Gyle digested the story then stood to look down at Iorek where he had sat while listeing and explaining his story, “You have followed me loyally and unquestioningly since you entered the army, and you have my thanks for that. Now we go onward again, rest now and try to recover some strength, soon we will be going back to the fortress to take it back”<BR><BR>Iorek nodded and Gyle turned to Athelion who kneeled down at the stream still washing her hair out, “I would not swear that you would kill Mathias, I have claim to that right also, as does Iorek, and most here. Bothe of use have suffered great pain and loss to Mathias’s treachery, but most if not all of us have claim on his life.” Gyle let command flow into his words looked about at everyone on the bank. He nodded to each then turned to Ralistur, Alayna, and Shawn, “We should see if we can not find food and rest a bit before we tackle the castle again”<BR>
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Sun Dec 14, 2003 7:22 pm

Alayna looked around herself, she had once worked for Mathias. He was training her and Shawn to assassinate various people, and when Shawn had been told that he was to assassinate the king, he ran away. If he had said no, he would have been killed, or tortured, or both. Alayna was happy he had left, Shawn was like a brother to her, and pretty much her only family. <BR><BR>"Sean, are you going to help me?"<BR><BR>"Help you do what? If there's wine involved...I'll do it," he replied shooting Alayna a wide grin.<BR><BR>"Shut up. You know how crazy you get when you drink wine. I'm going into the town tonight to try and set the rest of Ralistur's friends and comrades from the school. Want to help? Should be loads of fun."<BR><BR>"Aye! I'm in! We should be in and out within 10 minutes, or so. Providing we find the place they're being held. Gaurds won't be a problem, you can take them out in one swift movement, I'll set the kiddies free, and we'll all be on our own happy ways in just a few short minutes, eh?"<BR><BR>"Ten minutes? That long?" asked Alayna with mock shock.<BR><BR>"That's because you're there, if I wasn't coming along, it'd take you half as long."<BR><BR>"That's because I do thinks the right way."<BR><BR>"Tedious...ock. Never could stand tedious work."<BR><BR>"And yet, you're an assassin. Amazing." At this, Shawn stuck his tongue out at Alayna, and she returned the gesture. "Twit."
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Wed Jun 16, 2004 5:53 pm

*bump* Please don't shoot me Threadstalker! :D I'm just pushing this to the top incase anybody is interest in what I said in the OOC:. This is where the rp is. If anybody is interested this is what we have so far. Depending on who shows up, we can edit where its going a bit.
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Postby Proud_Mary » Fri Jun 18, 2004 4:21 am

Flash! He woke up. He felt pain in almost every sphere of his body. Was he dead ? He felt like one , but surely dead ones don’t feel pain – At least that what he thought.
He was laying on bare ground, under dead bodies of his enemies… and friends also…

He remembered what happened. Whole battle , and retaking the castle. When he realized what was happening he took some cavalry and went with Captain Gyle’s man to retake castle.
But their were too late. If there be only enemy that they suppose to fight – it wasn’t a problem. But there – on the walls of retaken castle stood him – Mathias. At first Ordon didn’t realized what was happening. Why king’s loyal and most powerful mage ever – stand’s there – witch enemies ? But when he got it – it was too late . Mathias raised his hand’s and huge ball of light stroked them. He heard screams of his men, falling to the ground – burned in magical fire. He wanted to run away before light reaches him but his horse got crazy and he felt into battlefield – pushed by some running soldiers. By their falling bodies. He heard strong strange sound and saw big flash blinding him. That was all he remembered.

Now he was there , buried alive under dead ones. He tried to move . At least he was whole. Nothing broken. He raised hardly. Looked upon the battlefield.

He was alone… He stood on carpet made of dead men – not only king’s army – there were also enemies. Mathias spell killed them too.

- How evil is the man who kills his own people? – he thought. Over whole field ravens were flying. Some wild dogs howled in the night , but moon lighted brightly. He must lay there all day.

- Where is everyone?? Could I be the One that survived? – Thoughts were running through his head. He tried to listen carefully , but there was no call. Just few abandoned horses , running in fear between dead men. He caught one and climbed him. View was frightening.

Fires at castle showed enemy flags on top of towers. He had no idea what happened to King and prince – but he knew one thing – he must search for help. Maybe someone survived , maybe their allies don’t know about Mathias betrayal. He turned his horse and galloped into forest . He must hide – if he isn’t dead jet that doesn’t mean he has to stay on the battlefield to be clear target for enemies archer’s.

Safe at forest he suddenly felt all wounds. They weren’t hard but painful. He was all dirty with mud and blood and smelled of death. He remembered water somewhere in forest , but in night it was difficult to move – specially that trees covered moons bright shine.

He got of his horse and carefully moved through well known patches. Far from enemy , far from all death and his lose. He was close to stream when he sow fire between bushes. Heart began to work quick. As all enemies were at castle – there can only be friends sitting there. But who , how many – maybe whole army prepared to strike back at Mathias. He walked closer – not reviling himself. 8 men where sitting there. Not looking better then him… Four of them – 3 women and one man he didn’t knew . But others…

One was mage as Mathias – he remembered him well from castle. His name was Ralistur. Could it be possible that not all wizards betrayed?

But what was doing here Mathias daughter? He know beautiful girl well. At least he always watched her very closely in Lebennin – although he never gave him even a look. He understood less and less in every minute…

Behind the fire he saw two familiar men – one Iorek – brave knight from king’s army , and second Gyle – captain commander. He felt better. He wasn’t presented personally to him , but he know of bravery of this man and his loyalty to king. If such noble man talked here witch those magicians – that must been part of his plan…

- I feel someone there!! – Black haired man suddenly stood up. Everyone grab their weapons.
Ordon steeped from shadows.
- There’s no need to do that!! – he raised his hand to show his intentions.
- Sir , I know that men – Iorek said to Gyle – he is Ordon – son of Jan …

Gyle looked closely . It was true – he know that men. Although he was dirty and covered with blood he was the same man he watched fighting in his army so well , trying to retake gates.

- What about others Ordon? Anyone from you survived ? – Gyle said , but it was rhetorical question. After what he saw there it was miracle even this man survived. Ordon shake his had with sorrow.
- After Mathias spell whole people were dead – even his . I survived only because others felt on me.
He looked at Arthelion. She was looking empty in dark space of forest. She looked angry – but no witch anger on him. She looked more like angry of benign this man’s daughter. Silence felt on few minutes.
- But sire…- Ordon looked at Gyle with hope – What shall we do? Is there any chance we could do something…even anything? And where is whole army ??
- This is our army for now soldier – captain said looking into Ordon eyes. Was it true? Those 8 people standing there , where all that was left from kings forces? He couldn’t believed…
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Postby kaldaka » Sat Mar 12, 2005 6:09 pm

Trillian stumbled through the forest. She could still feel the clutch of blackness on her heart as she had whenever she got near Mathias. She had tried to warn them............but they thought she was crazy. Maybe that was why she was alive. Because Mathias hadn't been able to get to the far side of the palace before she was gone. He needed her.She had powers beyond the telling, for she was descended from the most powerful elf in history. She was making her way towards the clearing where the regroup had been ordered. By the time she got there, the blackness was gone. She straightened up, examining the prints with curiousity. Several men, and around the same of women, along with two horses, had been here. They had all continued on, and Trillian followed the prints. She called the gathering darkness to her wrapping herself in it.
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Postby kaldaka » Sun Mar 13, 2005 11:41 am

Trillian cast off the cloak of darknesss she had taken on and stepped out into their midst. Gyle swung around and drew his sword as she stepped out.
"Who are you and what do you want." he demanded harshly. Then he relaxed. "Ah, Trillian. Looks like you were right after all." His smile was grim.
"Yes, it looks like I was. You should have believed me. But that is behind us now. I have news. After I left, I climbed a tall tree and watched what was going on. The people are being herded into the largest houses in the town and so far, it doesn't look like they're being killed. However, the city is overrun with the black demons. I could not spot any weak point."
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Fri Jul 22, 2005 1:12 pm

Guile was yet again surprised and supremely relieved as Ordon stepped into the clearing, yet another man had survived. That made two now who had somehow escaped the carnage wreaked by Mathias and his demon minions. True it was fewer than he had hoped for, but at this point it was also two more than he would have suspected to live.

He clapped gently on the shoulder, conscious of the fact the man might very well be hurt grievously, “You have done well son of Lebennin, your king and commander are proud and honored”

“Thank you sir,” Ordon bowed his head in respect and sank back to sitting, while Gyle looked down on him.

“Ralistur, do what you can for this man’s injury,” Gyle said quietly, “We must be ready to move tonight. We must strike before the enemy can settle in to comfortably, discover all their weaknesses and cover them”

“As you wish,” Ralistur replied as he laid hands once more on Ordon’s body, seeking wounds to heal and pains to ease.

“Right, that’s it then,” Gyle said loudly standing up straighter despite his sore and tired backs displeasure, “Tonight we will attempt to enter the fortress through the South Waterway. With most of Mathias’s demon army diverted to the front gates I don’t think we will have much trouble up to that point”

“They are sure to have a Guard set on the townspeople as well as on the other students,” Ralistur straitened from his task, leaving an amazed Ordon to wonder at the sudden disappearance of his wounds, “It would be better if we could free them to aid us, but it might also mean pre-mature detection”

“I know,” Gyle remained silent for a time, “We will have to wait and see until we are inside the wall. Then we will see what is acceptable risk, and what is not.”

Ralistur nodded along with the others gathered around giving some form of assent. Saeran did not look entirely happy with the way things had shaped up. Perhaps preferring to have gone in alone and taking revenge on her father personally, but Gyle would be happy for her company, if she truly possessed the sort of power she seemed to exude.

“Alayna,” Guile turned to the two assassins, “You and your friend will be our eyes and ears once we are within the walls. I’m sure you know what I need”

Alayna simply smile and nodded confidently, giving her friend Shawn a nudge, which he returned with interest.

“Hopefully we will be able to slip in unnoticed,” Gyle grimaced at the unlikely hood. This was seemingly more and more like a futile endeavor, but he could not see that he had any choice, “In the case we are discovered, one way or another Mathias must be destroyed”

“Even if Mathias hasn’t summoned the demons completely on his own, he is most certainly channeling the power that holds them in this world,” Ralistur added, “If he dies, the demons should be no longer a problem, not to mention it will demoralize those that have joined him”

“Exactly,” Gyle walked towards the edge of the woods, “If we are discovered, my men and I will hold on as long as we may, but I fear in that case it may be up to the rest of you to get into the palace and kill Mathias as I have neither power nor adequate stealth to escape once detected but we will by you time. Now I will take the first, I suggest the rest of you get some rest”
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