Above, Below, and Between ~ Chapter One - Crisis

[TheTerrorofDeath]

Nature was so quiet on this beautiful day. The trees murmured amongst themselves in a whisper. The wind reacted with a gentle breeze as it picked up through his hair. Leaves rustled below his feet, as he walked the forest path. This path had been secretly unknown for years. Not many knew about it, but it had been fact that it was half the distance to Goliath than most had taken. He could see the immense structure in the distance. Not too long now.

He heard footsteps, echoing off every pace. It got louder and became somewhat of a nuisance. Looking around curiously, he spotted a soldier. He seemed roughed up a little, dangling his sword to the ground. It was as if, he had just come back from hell, and was being tortured by life. Competently walking up to him, a sudden outburst came intensely from the agonized man. He swung his sword violently, with the intention to harm. Sidestepping the blade, Larion held his out perilously on his throat, warning him of his next move. Sweeping Larion’s blade to the side, he attempted to run his weapon into his chest. With a quick roll backwards, the man ran up to him as Larion put his feet in the air, catching the man from below and threw him over the top. While in the air, the soldier smacked a tree and fell unconscious. The colors of his armor revealed his duty to Jamliene. But what was a soldier of Jamliene doing here and attacking one of another country? Weren’t they neutral? Bewildered at this event he moved on towards Goliath.

The castle was even larger close up. Its walls ran thick with brick. Every inch of the wall was well constructed to halt even the strongest armies. Its front door was round with the words Goliath written in old English. Two guards permitted Larion entry, letting down the gate from the inside. Loud chattering could be heard from the outside. He sauntered within, not knowing of why he was here. He pulled out the letter, evaluating it once more.

“Sir Larion Blitz,

You may be wondering why you have received such a special notice at such a time. The reason shall be affirmed at the time you arrive here in Goliath. I assure you this is of importance. Only a selected few have been chosen for this so called “sortie” and I’m aware of the circumstances, but it would do you well to appear. I shall see you soon Larion.
-Goliath”

The note was well written and addressed a matter he was curious about witnessing. He thought it was probably dealing with the war, but in any case, he was willing to help out. He toured the city within the castle, watching the crowds of distinctive people. They came from every country, sharing their culture to others. People were getting along so well, but why was there a war? Why couldn’t it be like this for the whole country? Emotions and motives always carried people around on a leash, bringing out the worst possibilities and outcomes. He was outraged and how the war began and was ready for it to be over. He would do what it took to end it.

Larion jaunted to the area designated for the meeting. It was incredibly hard to find, seeing how big the castle was. He found himself lost a few times, returning the same area almost every time. Finally confronting someone for directions, he made it to two intimidating guards. They gave him entry as well, as he wavered the letter in the air. The doors swung open and he would have to head down several halls to find his way. Every hall was carpeted and decorated with the fine arts of this time. Historical relics were stationed on small tables. Legendary weapons of wars past hung on the walls with such care. The lights were just dim enough to see exactly where you were heading, and not too bright. He found it easier to find this room and pushed open the doors to the meeting room. Several members had already arrived, making him feel guilty about his time of appearance. There was already a distinction of races as they all stared with his entry. He sat down at the nearest chair and rubbed his chin waiting for the king to state the obvious. He twirled around a necklace he brought back with him from the little confrontation of the soldier.

 

[Swag]

Alkimos layed in what had been his bed for the past few weeks, a humble lump of straw and spare material. It was an extremely different way of living from his quarters on Kambelia, in his room high above the castle. Alkimos was use to living quarters such as the ones he was currently in however, his long years traveling the massive Wilder Lands giving him experience in nearly every kind of living arrangement. To tell the truth, this would be a room fit for a king compared to some of the places he'd slept.

He was adorned in a slender hunter green robe that fit around his body, with boots and gloves to match. His emerald eyes set off the outfit, perfectly complimenting his current attire. His armor, which was what most had seen him in, had been put aside for now. He didn't want anyone to know of his godlyhood, he wished for this to be an adventure just like he used to have. Laying beside him on the floor was his sword, Dragon's Bane, and the Ziale Staff. He seemed to be staring at the two weapons, both of them notorious not only on Kambelia but in many other places in the Omniverse as well. He seemed to be in deep thought as he stared at his armaments, a serious yet confused look on his face. Grabbing the letter once again, he read it aloud to himself.

“You are the hope of Aumicelia. You will save her, you and the others. Come to Goliath, and I shall explain it to you.”

This might just what I was looking for, he thought, but do I really want to risk blowing my cover by taking Ziale with me? What if there are others like me there, with knowledge of the Omniverse. Surely they would know of me, and would instantly reveal me. But the power of the staff may be needed to save this land.

Rolling over and facing the weapons, he gave it one last thought. Then, a determined look on his face, he hopped up out of the bed. Buckling the belt around his waist and sliding Dragon's Bane into the sheath attached to it, Alkimos strode out of the door. Turning around and taking one last look at the Ziale Staff, and Alkimos slammed the door shut and went on his way.

~~

Finding his way to the castle proved not to be as hard as expected, it was finding his way around inside that proved to be the most daunting task of all. The entire building was massive, rivaling even his own back on Kambelia. He would definately be doing some renivations once he returned home, he thought, taking a mental note of all the things he liked. The halls seemed to glow in an orange light, torches lighting the way through their twisted paths. Several units of what he thought to be guard patrols passed him as he wandered, their armor clinking as they trotted.

Finally, becoming so frustrated with meandering aimlessly, he stopped one of the guards and asked him for directions.

"Excuse me good sir, I am looking for the kings public chamber."

"What business with the king have you?" asked the soldier, with a questioning look on his face.

"I was summoned here through letter, thank you very much." spoke Alkimos, reaching into his robe and producing the letter.

"I don't like your attitude naive," said the soldier.

"Try me." said Alkimos plainly, his hand slyly rewaching foer his sword hilt.

Reaching over hs shoulder and and drawing a great sword, the soldier swung down in an attempt to slice Alkimos in half. Rolling his eyes, Alkimos sidestepped and performed a sweeping kick, knocking the solier off his feet. Drawing his sword and putting it to the man's throat in one fluid motion, Alkimos pushing back a lock of obsidian hair that had fallen into his face.

"Now, I said, where is the public chambers."

"Th-th-th-that way sir," said the soldier with a frightened look on his face.

Following the way the solider had pointed him in, Alkimos began to walk to the chamber. Stumbling to his feet, the soldier shouted down the hall at him.

"You fight too good to be a naive, you must be royalty of some kind."

Chuckling and shaking his head, Alkimos mutteedr his response.

"You have no idea."

~~

Several minutes later, Alkimos reached the gaping doors of the king's public chambers. Pushing them open just enough for him to cooly slip through, Alkimos walked in and took a seat directly across from Goliath. Looking around the table, he saw that several of what were to be his companions had beat him there; which didn't surprise him from the amount of time he had been lost in this damned place. Before him sat a feast fit for a king, with all kinds of different meats and vegetables. Maybe later, he thought, Now is the time to do business.

Darting his eyes across the table, he did happen to see a somewhat familiar face. It was that of the elf Keras, whom he had been in battle with once before. With even opening his mouth, he knew what the high elf was there for; power. Alkimos seriously doubted his concern for this beautiful land, as he had dealt with him in the past. Giving him a disgusted look, he turned from him.

Turning his attention to the blonde man across from him, Alkimos finally spoke.

"You are Goliath, no? I am Alkimos Gryphonheart, at your service."

Alkimos put on a warm look and extended his hand across the table to Goliath. If he was going to be questing on this mans behalf, he atleast wanted the decency of a handshake.

 

[Swag]

OH SHI-

COULD IT BE?

bump.

 

[Zabazu]

ooc:Ima give it life?

IC:
Keras was growing tired of waiting. All of this formality was good, but now it was just an inconvienance. He was going to leave if he did not find out why this 'quest' was so important. He then grew furious at the god arriving, which Keras regonized as Alkimos... God of Kambelia. He was here? What reason would a god have to be here? Of all places? Keras had had the oppurtunity of facing him in battle once, and to his dismay, Alkimos had left in the middle of it.

Keras shook in anger, not towards this godly being, but rather towards the ones who had not arrived. Keras then slammed his fist on the table and got up suddenly, and uttured with venomous anger;

" Curse upon those who have not arrived as of yet! Goliath, I demand answers as to why we are here!"

Keras then slightly calmed down.Gained his cool. He then regained his composure,and cooly continued.

" Sorry my lord, I lost my cool.. I just wish to know why you have summoned us to your presence..."

Keras then laid back into his chair. and waited for Goliath to say whatever he had to. This was unusual for Keras.. He usually was more patience. As he waited he started to question why he got angry, and a list came to his mind... But he dared not pursue the thought, it was just as bad to think of why as it was to do in this certain situation. He would only get angrier...


ooc: Sorry, crap post...

 

[Ristar]

Teo rode hard, and rode fast. He traveled on a white steed by the name of Star. The ride was fairly uneventful. It was not that the ride was not dangerous, it was the speed of Star that kept rider and horse safe. Star was an anomaly, Matteo had met the horse some three years ago. This was only the second time Star had allowed him to ride on his back. As they came within a league of Goliath, Teo patted Star on the shoulder, signalling a halt. He dismounted and turned to the horse.

"Thank you, friend. That will be as far as I can allow you to come."

Star whinnied in response. Matteo chuckled.

"It is flattering, but I know how you feel about places like this, even ones such as Goliath. Go, and be well."

Star turned and galloped away, dissapearing from Teo's sight within a matter of seconds. He strode towards Goliath, preparing himself for his return to civilization after a number of years. Upon reaching the gate of the city and gaining entrance, he found his breath caught in his throat. He doubted he would ever truly be used to the grandeur and intricacy of human architecture. Goliath was no exception. Though he had been here times before. Perhaps it was his absence. He hadn't seen a human city since...How long had it been?

Matteo quietly and fluidly moved through the bustling crowds, easily making his way to the castle. He had always found the idea of a royal castle somewhat...excessive, but the grace of the architecture here in Goliath served to remove the feeling and replace it with something resembling awe. He approached the guard post and addressed the man with the insignia signifying the highest ranking among them. He drew the letter out of a small satchel he carried and presented it. The guard studied him for a second as if considering him and then a look of recognition crossed his face.

"Matteo? Of the Wild Eyed Jokers?" He laughed with vigor. Teo met his gaze and scrutinized his face. The guards armor certainly hid his visage well, as Matteo could not place the man.

"Actually, it's just Matteo now. I'm sorry, the armor..." He gestured to the mans helmet.

"Oh, oh." He removed the helmet and smiled broadly. "It's Vincenzo, remember? I weren't in the Jokers, but my brigade, The Blood Bats helped you out on a coulpla missions." Matteo, suprised himself, remembered the man. The same hair and demeanor, but he had a scar over his right eye now. Teo smiled pleasantly.

"The bats were scrappers back in the day. I remember it well. If you don't mind..." Teo trailed off, signifying the letter. Vincenzo's eyes drifted back to the object.

"Oh, of course. James, up here!" He called back behind him. Another guard in Goliaths colors arrived. He spoke to him in low tones and he nodded, a tad excited. "I'll take you. You can tell me what you've been doing. I'll tell ya how I got this gig!"

Matteo sighed inwardly and followed Vinnie into the castle's walls.
___________________________________________

"...And then they appointed me captain of the watch! This is it." He gestured to the large ornate doors that lay ahead of them. Teo felt slightly relieved, Vinnie was pleasant enough, but he just wasn't up to the amount of conversation the man was capable of. He thanked the captain and said his farewells, stepping inside. He surveyed the room quickly, finding the place to his liking. He strode to the table, sat down and helped himself to a plate full of the meal set in front of him. While he ate, he wondered.

Philanthropist King of Goliath, what could you possibly need of me?

 

[Stryfe]

<RESURRECTION, OMG!>

The massive City of Goliath stood before him and behind him was that of the main gate. His eyes were still shocked at this huge and extravagant city. It reigned supreme in this country, and it always amazed Malcolm when he came here. And to think, he was only in the lower part of Goliath. A series buildings and city structures such as marts and trading propaganda fill the lower part of Goliath, much to Malcolm's liking. He liked pretending he was common folk and not part of a royal family. Still, as he stood there with Ghost, he could easily be targeted as a royal person. His black cloak contained the house's seal and Ice people knew all too well. He could not play his trademark peasant form here, but he could play his retriever role.

Letting out a brisk shrug, he held tightly to the reigns. And soon he was off to find his way to that of the main part of Goliath; the upper city. Transversing this city would take a while if you did not know where you were going. The polished stone walkways covered the ground where he walked. It seemed to stretch on endlessly when he looked in every direction. But luckily, Malcolm had been here enough times to realize where he was. Fading in and out of the crowd, he kept moving and passing through the hustling and bustling of the streets. Yet, in a mere second, he halted. What stood before him interested him.

Two boys were there, laughing and talking as they took wooden swords to one another. The smacks of wood against each other were loud, but their laughter was louder. His mouth began to smile and soon his head dropped. The thoughts of when Mordecai and himself were all flooding into it. The times they shared when they were young and the times they shared now. What would cause Mordecai to wander astray? It was something that he had come to ask himself when he looked back up. The boys soon caught notice and left, afraid of the strange man watching them, and much like them, Malcolm and Ghost disappeared back into the people. His thoughts still remained, though.

Within an hour or so, he arrived at the main place. Goliath itself. This structure brought even more amazement to Malcolm, though. The white stone was polished with fine gold and silver, stretching out in a leaf-like pattern, all the way into the mountain side. The mere site was breathtaking, but it took one who knew the area quite well to understand this. The wooden door was even nicely elaborated with carvings and the like, but the real feature was that hanging from the wall above; the symbol of Goliath. Its eloquence shown out before the rest of the wall and reflected the light coming onto it, giving it a ray of holiness. Yet, this was not what Malcolm was here for.

He gently tied the reigns of Ghost to the nearby post, away from the other Horses that may be near. And with that, he stood in anticipation in front of the guards of the door.

"I am Malcolm of Ammecrine, son of the King. I seek my brother. I have reason to believe that he is here. Send word, please. I will be waiting here," he instructed the guards before him. He knew he wouldn't be able to enter, for, well, one Ammecrine was enough.

</END RESURRECTION, OMG!>

 

[Bear]

As each warrior, knight, and mercenary alike entered the chamber, Mordecai kept to himself and his meal. They all seemed interesting, but not interesting enough for him to adress before Goliath. He knew his formalities. Yet, as he awaited his uncle to welcome them, Goliath remained completely and utterly silent. Upon a single outburst, he finally stood from his seat and spoke. His voice was untouched by it's previous state of seclusion, and sounded perfect. "How dare you, Keras. You of all should know how to remain among the silent." As he spoke, face contorted and angered, he seemed to realize that the alarming response he gave was unnecessary. Making up for it, he apologized, and descended to his seat. "Keras... forgive me. I have invited you all here seeking your help; not to drive you all away with my bitter attitude. As I have aged, my respect for each and every person in Aumicelia has withered away."

Mordecai took the open moment to ask Goliath his questions. Standing, he grasped the attention of many at the table, including the King. "Uncle, I as well wish to know why you have brought these people here. What troubles have come to your attention? What is the reason for all of... this?" As he spoke, he pointed to all sitting at the table. In return, Goliath, being the equivocator that he was, responded vaguely. "Mordecai, sit, please. The troubles you speak of will be revealed shortly. You of all people should know that important information takes time to relay." Immediately, Mordecai persisted. "Tell us, Goliath. Enough of your nonsense. I haven't time for this; I must meet Veliath and the army to persuade them into retreat. Further delay may mean the destruction of your people. For the sake of Goliath, you must tell me." Goliath was agape, a dumb, bug-eyed look warping his face. An overwhelming guilt washed upon Mordecai; he couldn't believe he was talking to his uncle this way. But, in order to extract the answer, he felt it was necessary.

"You're right, Mordecai. I apologize to you as well. The troubles that have arisen, are that of," he paused to take a deep breathe in, as if preparing himself for what he was about to announce, then continued, "well, they are confusing. I cannot explain this simply, because it is not a simple matter. Are you sure you wish to.." Mordecai interupted him; "Yes, we are sure. If we weren't, none of these fine people would be here. Now, continue."

"Of course. Ahem.. now, all of you know of the fued between my kingdom and Ammecrine, yes? Good. This is the least of Aumicelia's problems. Ammecrine is not her only threat; there grows another army. An army of terrible destruction. This army, if not taken seriously, could take Aumicelia whole. It could annihilate everything we all love and adore; everything. I have called you all here to make sure this army does not grow any more than it already has. I can't tell you exactly what this army is... because I myself do not yet know. I do know however, that the soldiers aren't human, elf, or even that of the Bankurin. They appear to be like us, but they aren't, I assure you. Observe." Goliath extended his arm and pointed at the door to his right. A guard reluctantly strode to it and opened it, revealing a dome cage with some strange naked creature scratching at the surface of the cage's floor. It grunted and turned toward the light. After surveying the crowd, it shrieked. The sound was incredibly high-pitched, and even Goliath covered his ears. Mordecai backed away.

"What in Aumicelia's name is that?!" As the shriek died, four shoulders poured into the dark room the cage was contained in. They all pushed it forward until the creature was visible. As the light crossed over the cage, its exact appearance was discernible. Two thin eyes were located as they were to a human, and below that, a perfect mouth and nose could be seen. The only obvious differences from a human, were the ears; they were pointed, just as an elf's was. Its skin was slightly darkened, as if tanned by sunlight.

"We call them, 'black'. Some of my staff have come to the conclusion that they are 'dark' elves. They have the same basic features of an elf, but are darker, and intend to harm mostly everyone they encounter, so it would make sense. This one was found in the mountains, spying. We assume it to be a scout. It, or he as it says itself to be, has spoken to us, but only in riddles, and mostly in ancient elvish. Even my translators cannot figure out the most of what it says. But, he did get that there are more. Many, many more. Which brings me to our problem.." Mordecai was dumbstruck. An army of these... things? It was impossible. No army could grow without being seen by a sentry or drone. No army. Or, could it?

"Goliath... this," he pointed to the creature, "is a problem in itself. Where did it come from?" Goliath seemed to be answering questions he did not actually know the answers to. "Well, obviously, from another continent. It is not Aumicelia's child. Nothing could be born here this evil."

"How? The seas have been at rage for centuries. How could an army possibly cross the ocean?"

"I do not know. That isn't of any importance... what is important, is that they are gathering, and pose a great threat to all kingdoms.." Mordecai smiled, thinking of how the army would stand against his own. Goliath figured his thoughts immediately. "Even Ammecrine's army would fall to these creatures. They are more powerful than elves, magically and physically. However, they are most powerful in the night. In the day, they are not able to perform magic. It has something to do with the sun. Now... who would like to hear more? If not, leave, now. This is but a small scratch on the surface of our problems."

Mordecai leaned back in his seat, observing the horrid creature in the cage. It was silent now, and stood up straight, overlooking the table of people. He wondered if it understood everything they were saying.

Suddenly, a guard pushed through the two main doors. He panted heavily, and gasped for air. Once he caught his breath, he announced another visitor's presence. "My King, you have another guest. This one however, is uninvited."

"Who is it?" Goliath seemed annoyed by the fact that he did not announce his guest's name in his adressing, but let it go. "It is Malcolm Ammecrine. He wishes to speak with his brother." A smile spread across his face and he nodded as an acceptance. Mordecai seemed pleased, but surprised. Brother... he thought.

Directing himself back towards his guests at the table, he asked them again. "So? What say you all?"

 

[KHFanatic4565]

(I apologize for not posting sooner.)

At that very moment, a girl burst into the room. Following her was a group of guards that were yelling for her to stop. Right behind them, two men/a woman were right behind them. One of the men looked similiar to the young woman that was being chased, but more confidence showed upon his face. The other man was older, with a somewhat gray beard/a balding head. The most distinguishable feature was the two scars under his eyes. The woman was a few steps behind the men. She looked the closest to the running in appearence, but with greying hair, like the older man. The girl herself looked to be in a panic as she jumped onto the table.


'Flashback'


At the gates of the castle in which they had arrived, the family from the outskirts of the Kingdom awaited the inevitable clearance to enter. The young man, who is named Han, looked annoyed at the unnecessary waiting they were going through. With annoyance, he asked the older man, who was his father, "They know who you are. Why must we be sitting out here like pigs? It isn't right." His father answered quite sharply, "Quiet Han. It has been so long since I was here. They may be thinking I am a spy for the enemy."

End Flashback

Panting like a dog, the young woman looked behind her to see how far the guards were behind her before she ran off the long table/tripping in front of the cage, which resulted in a crash between woman/cage. The young woman fell down/stopped moving, except for a shaking motion in which she proceeded to do unintentionally. The older woman gasped with concern/ran over to the young woman while yelling, "Gena!" Gena seemed to not hear what her mother was saying. Her eyes were locked on the dark elf.

(I'm sorry for causing such a ruckus, but this is leading up to her lethargic state.)

 

[BlackmageAp]

This had been a lot to take in for Jon. His plate had been finished by the end of what Goliath had to say. The creature though, was what had interested him the most. When he had heard that there were other beings than humans, elves, and Bankurin, he grew concerned for his well-being. As he reached in is cloak for something, he watched the creature being presented out and relaxed, putting a bottle down back in it's pocket. He took a good look at the creature, expecting to see more of it now that one was found and captured.

As he observed the creature, he watched it observe the rest of them. He then bolted his hands to his furry ears as it arched it head back. The screech was horrible for him, but he held his calm. He then proceeded to keep his silence until Goliath and this Mordecai fellow had decided to stop speaking. As they did, he bit into the last of his leg of meat.

He was very intrigued as to how all of this was going about. An army of those things though, not something he could say he wanted. I don't like this thing. It screams instinct killer. Magic in these hands is no bright side either. And an army of these things? I can see why he'd gather so many odds and ends from around the countries. He was about to speak, when he watched the gates open, revealing more new people. He didn't like the interruption, but there seemed to be a commotion going on outside with the guards. He quickly grabbed one of his smallest bottles, about the size of his thumb, and brought it into sight. He quickly thew it past the newest visitors, and smiled as it hit the ground in front of the guards. The fumes that came up were quickly engulfed by the guards, the rest blown away from the guards and quickly dissapeared. They looked around, and then to each other.

"What are we doing here?" Another guard shrugged, and kept looking around. "Not sure, was at my post one moment, and the next I'm here." They all walked back, wondering what had happened to the last ten minutes of their time. "Sorry about that your majesty, I'll clean up the bottle shards later. I for one would like to hear more, if it shall truly change the negative fate of Aumicelia." He put his hands together and smiled as he listened for more.

((OOC: Sorry KHFanatic4565 if you had more plans for that, just wanted to move things along.))

 

[TheTerrorofDeath]

The table pleased everyone with nourishment, which was much needed for himself. Furiously he downed everything on the plate. Forgetting his manners, he grabbed a napkin and dipped it around his mouth, smearing away the stains of strawberries. Without much time to spend time amongst the others, Goliath spoke of what everyone was waiting to hear.

Retaining the information and the horrid image oft the “dark elf” he situated himself in the chair, feeling a bit frightened. They were to abolish this growing threat and prevent it from interfering with the current war. It sounded far too simple and other thoughts crossed his mind. What if this was a set up? What if there were others, more trepid than these? He stared at the creature as its eyes bore a gaze that would haunt his mind.

Coming back to reality, he saw the others look in dismay. This was clearly quite a shock for others to handle. Blitz felt confident in their abilities to stop these things. They were puny and it wouldn’t take much to wipe one of existence. He continued to twirl the necklace around his finger and finally redirected it across the table to Goliath. It halted at the edge of the other end, before him.

“I have a question I hope you can address. On my way, I found myself in a sortie with a solider. Not just any soldier. One bearing duty to Jamliene. Aren’t they a neutral country and why were they attacking one from this part? We may have other troubles on our side than these creatures. And I wouldn’t doubt it, being the country we are.”

He felt he orated the question well enough to get the answer he was looking for. But doubt still filled his mind. He had no intentions to participate in a mission
that they knew nothing about. It could very well end in their….

Suicide.

He bore a great consideration to the creature once more. Rethinking its image in this mind, he remembered a memory that may help him in the long run. He had encountered one before, on the shores of Ammecrine. Maybe they were soldiers of the opposing country. Not soldiers, but test results. Maybe they were secret forces implanted into Goliath to distract them from their current goal of halting the Ammecrine army. This would be a well developed plan if it was true, but he hadn’t the clearest abstraction of what. He thought of bringing this up to the rest of the console, but he thought of it best not to give them more worries to concern their frightened minds with. As far as they knew, it was some side missions, that would result in their victory, or they would hope.

Despair.

The only emotion running through them all. He on his part would take up the request and made it known to the king. He hoped others would agree, as it would be hard to halt by his lonesome. He raised his sword ad shouted,

“Peace. This is what we’ve fought for, for all these years. And we aren’t going to stop here. If these creations plan to take away our liberties then we should feel offended and enraged. We should do something about it, and the one thing we can do is take up this request, and fulfill the wishes of this country, to cease all aggressions and continue to live on harmony alone and with that, we can survive.”

Larion, walked towards the caged animal and gave it one final look. It shrieked as he drive his blade into the chest of the beast. He gripped the blade trying to pull it out, but he only pushed it in further, finding glory in the “deed” he just performed. He hoped this was an incentive for confidence, and the others would react with the same dauntless agreement.

 

[Ristar]

Matteo remained silent during Larion's speech. The absurdity of his words left a bitter taste in his mouth. His claim that they have fought so long for peace especially brought a sick feeling to his stomach. He watched, mid meal, and watched as the man became so carried away he stabbed the Dark Elf captive. Teo winced. Gratuitous.

"A prisoner that speaks in riddles is better than none at all." he whispered under his breath. Teo turned and addressed Goliath. "I know not what I can do against an army, but if you can find a use for me, my sword is yours."

Matteo pushed his plate back. He could not hold an appetite anymore.

 

[TheTerrorofDeath]

Bumpage.

The one thing that irritates my nerves are inactive RPer's >.>

 

[Bear]

An overwhelming silence crept across the room, gnawing on every individuals will to speak. The silence was incredibly unbearable, and after a few minutes, it had to be broken. No time could be wasted, especially due to incomfortability. So, Goliath stood, belately reacting to Larion's action. As he cleared his throat to continue his speech, a surprised look suddenly warped across his face. It seemed as if he had heard a faint noise of some sort, or as if he had forgotten something of immense importance. Then, a stinging, faint whistling sound pierced through the air. Sounds of people yelling in surprise from outside could be heard barely, and a soldier clanking down the main hallway echoed throughout the castle floors. Goliath only pondered, wondering what the sound could be. It increased until fully audible, and Goliath finally realized what it had to be. At this revealing conclusion, his face turned dumbstruck, and his eyes shot at Mordecai. He, confused, only stared at him in return. Then, just as Goliath had received the thought, Mordecai did, and it was clear. It was an attack.

Through the ceiling came a large flaming ball. It crashed down toward the middle of the table and exploded, food sent across ever corner of the room. Mordecai was thrown back in his chair and knocked over on the floor. Struggling to obtain a correct posture, he noticed his uncle laying on the floor across the room. Immediately, he ran to him, sliding on his knees until beside the king. Among a series of coughs, he uttered a few words. "Mordecai.. tell your father I forgive him," he stopped for a moment to catch his breath, "and your brothers the same. Take care of them all... and.. I am truly sorry about your mother." Mordecai couldn't help himself; he started to tear up. Lifting his uncle onto his knee, he thanked him, and attempted to caress his wounds. A gash covered a whole side of his neck, and a foot-long spike protruded from his chest, appearing to have entered near his heart. A crimson blood flowed from both of the wounds, and soon, Mordecai was covered in it. Goliath only laughed, the same blood spurting up from his mouth. His sarcasm showed even before he spoke. "I guess I won't be coming along on this one, then? Hehe.. aha.. heh.. Ugh," another series of coughs overcame him. When he was finished, he adressed Mordecai seriously. "Take them through the caverns. Go behind this mountain and meet a man named Tristan. He will be waiting in Overn, a town on the shore. Good luck my nephew. May the gods guide.. guide you... and remember.." Mordecai leaned in to him, making sure he would hear his last words. "Never give up. Put your good heart before your mind... and always do what you think.. is right." Then, following another series of combustions in the ceiling, he passed, using the rest of his energy to hand Mordecai two letters. They were rolled into small cylanders, one white and new, and the other old and timeworn. He tucked them away into his chest armor, where they would be safe until he needed them.

The ceiling had been undergoing bombardment during Goliath's talk with Mordecai, and multiple rays of light shown through the holes the projectiles left. Soldiers ran around rapidly in the chamber, confused, and not knowing what to do. Many people were on the floor, either dead or dying. It was mayhem.

In all of this, the individuals called to the castle in the first place seemed to have dodged most of the attack. So far, Mordecai couldn't tell of any injuries anyone important to him had sustained, and thus he began to take rightful authority. "Listen to me! We must move, quickly. Ammecrine's army is obviously here sooner than expected. We cannot fight them off with what we have here.. our only chance is to move onward and into the caverns. Come, we must make haste if we wish to survive." Mordecai then set out, assuming the people were following him, and made his way down a series of hallways. Screams and welps came from outside the castle walls, but he payed no mind to them and continued on. Nothing would stop him now. He was dedicated to this, and in his mind, swore revenge. In order to take this revenge out however, he would need to destroy these elves. So, he would do exactly that. Destroy every one of them.

Eventually, he made it to a beautifully decorated hallway, with one golden door at the end of it. The door itself was stunningly yellow, glowing in the lantern light, and was embellished with jewels and a large insignia unknown to Mordecai. Above the door, was another hole in the ceiling, obviously from the attack. Two soldiers lay under it, appearing to be dead, with a red-hot boulder beside them. As the group approached, one of the soldiers announced his status. "Stop! Help me.. I've been hit. I'm... not going to.." Before he could finish, he died. Mordecai walked to him and slid his hand down the soldiers face, closing his eyes. While he searched him for the key to the door, he cursed under his breath. All of this happened in a matter of minutes. The day seemed to be progessing negatively, and no hope was discernible at this point. But.. after debating.. he decided that it would be best to think about such things later. So, he did, and erased the plaguing thoughts. Once the bodies and derbis were moved out of the way, and he had found the key, he approached the door. Reaching for the lock, he pushed the key inside, turned it, and backed away.

Click, click, click, click... click, click... shoop, ting! A line of awkward noises followed, and finally... the door lazily opened, gliding across the floor outward. With a hand gesture to the others, Mordecai entered, sword unsheathed. This was the beginning of a bad idea.

( I left it open for some of you to kill off your characters if you don't wish to continue. You guys haven't been posting, really. Hopefully that will change now. Anyway.. I urge you to try and keep this alive. I have a lot of plans for it. )

 

[KHFanatic4565]

(My lack of posting is tied to the others. Now I'm free of that rut.)

Gena screamed as she watched Larion ran through the Elven prisoner. The screams continued for a few moments until she suddenly experienced a spasm which led to silence on her part. For the few minutes that passed, Gena contributed little at all as her mother attempted to comfort her. After a few minutes passed, Gena stood on her feet while staring on the floor. Her stance had changed from the terrified young woman that flinched at near everything to something else entirely. Instead of the cringing that would have characterized her, she stood straight/tall. If it were not for the display of moments before, then you would believe she were a warrior.

Her gaze had now lifted from the ground to look upon King Goliath. As had her posture, her eyes had changed as well. The hint of freedom that was in her eyes had been unleashed at full force. Her mouth had opened as if she were about to speak, but stopped as her attention was occupied elsewhere. Suddenly, she grabbed her mother/pushed her completely to the ground. Out of reflex more than a sense of danger, her father followed suit along with Han.

The flaming fireball crashed onto the table/exploded. In hindsight, her actions rescued her family from the embrace of death. The King had not fared as well; he was lying on his back being caressed by Mordecai. Now turning to assess her family, they seemed to be fine, if a little shaken. Perhaps the only major damage was on Han's back, which was singed due to the explosion. As her parents went to check on their only son, she conviniently snuck away towards prince/king.

Arriving at the moment the king perished, she heard Mordecai's instructions loudly/very clearly. Watching him run off, she instead went another direction. After a few minutes of running, she found herself in the armory. Stepping inside, she it to be abandoned, which was unusual for a castle under attack. Uncaring, she found a few knives immediately near the entrance. Lacking somewhere to store them, she proved her ingenuity by finding some straps. These straps were tied to her legs with the knives placed inside. Due to her clothing, any enemy would assume she were unarmed, but, despite the knives, that was far from the case.

(If you see this LimitLess, we have a battle to continue.)

 

[TheTerrorofDeath]

His remark made an impression by the way he had become the center of attention. He stayed quiet waiting for others to respond only to have them interrupted abruptly. A large boulder made its entrance rather rudely and left its own impression upon them all. The ceiling had been completely torn. The middle counsel, smashed into pieces. Several of the guards had been injured, severely. Blood ran thick and this was only the beginning. In time this castle would collapse.

Mordecai, made himself heard as emotions ran wild. Goliath had been fatally wounded and his death would become influential on the tides of war. Following the boulder were arrows. They were flung left and right. As he watched above him, an arrow was well aimed to strike him in a vital position, but fortunately he caught it early enough to side step out of the way. He could see the tragic fear run through everyone in the room. Screams were heard from the outside as their forces were becoming limited. They wouldn't last long and escape was considered the only way, according to Mordecai.

The group of selected members were led to a back room, one leading to a door. To add to their luck, it was locked. Several more fatalities were found, as the hope laid with them. A key would have to be found and quickly the group made way to do so. Behind them, the breaking down of the counsil door was heard. They had invaded. Holding them off, Larion took action to prevent further interference. He fended them to the best he could, swinging viciously with his blade at hand. They fell with each strike, but it didn't help. Their numbers were incredible. It would be near impossible to hold them off and it wasn't a chance he was willing to take.

As he finished off the first wave, a key was found, underneath rubble. With the passage into the caves, he made sure no one would follow and sealed their entrance. The door locked from the inside and gave out a sigh. Relieved of their disadvantage they found themselves trapped in the darkness of a cavern. Only a dim light, kept them with a bit of comfort only the other side of it with the others to protect eachother. The darkness made their situation worst as Mordecai and Larion led them as best as they could. They knew that they weren't too sure themselves and to contribute to this was a defeaning howl.

In the distance, it sounded like a creature. It would have to be as it didn't come close to the sound any human would make. He hurried along, becoming the leader of the group. He ceased as he witnessed a terrifying sight. It was in fact one of the creatures Goliath spoke of. It was extensive in size compared to the one experimented on. Its color pigment darker, as was his appearance. It lunged without reason and tackled Larion to the ground.

Face to face with the being, he stared it in the eyes, witnessing the pure evil it withheld. Quickly he found a dagger on his side and thrusted it into its side. Following the strike, he pulled it out and finished it with a blow to the head. Its scream echoed off the walls for a time. It mesmorized Larion to a point of aggitation. With the fear gone, they would have to hurry and find their way out.

After an hour or so of traveling into the darkness, the light grew brighter. This would eventually show a way out. There was always a light on the other side. He had found a area, just big enough for a resting area. Several stones sat up like tables, only for a few of them to take pleasure in this. After a few moments of recollecting their thoughts they would have to move on.

"We are now just beginning our adventure and im sure that Mordecai would agree. If any of you wish to stop now, fearful of whats happened, then I suggest you leave now, before you become a burden. If not I promise you that I vow my life to every one of you. I will make sure to do my best, to protect and serve you all to wish well of this mission. I hope you all think the same way."

 

[BlackmageAp]

(Forgive me for my lack of posting. I just didn't see where else I could at the time. Also a sorry in advance for the short post here.)

Jon had followed Larion as he had decided to lead the rest of them through a wave of enemies and through the cavern. He was amazed that all of this was happening so quickly, but then again, was prepared as he felt he should be. He could feel the pressure of their mission growing with each step that they took throughout the cavern, and each scream that could be barely heard from above. As they had come to a 'black', Jon watched as Larion slew the beast quite easily, all things considering. He had once again, needed to cover his ears, but got over it as they continued on. Note too self, make a potion that hinders hearing ability.

They soon reached the light, and a resting place in the form of stone seats. Jon sat, thinking hard about everything and how it had all happened so quickly, but each thing causing him to realize how serious this all really was. He sighed as he heard Larion speak of dedication to each of the warriors that would decide to join the group. He got up and bowed to Larion, looking like a melted bell. "Good sir. I am proud to say that I will help with our current situation in any way possible. I place my trust with you and anyone else that will be joining us within this journey, or at least I shall in time. I do hope that you will tolerate my methods of fighting and thinking as we go along as well." He sat down again, hoping to hear something along the same lines from everyone else.

 

[Keyblade Smitey]

I appologise for interrupting, but this roleplay looks like it could turn into something epic and I wanted to ask if i could join using my regular character. He's kinda unbalanced, being very strong, fast, skillfull with weapons and wielding magic, but I really want to join a litterate roleplay of these proportions. I figured I'd better ask as I don't want to throw everything off the rails, so can I join please?

 

[TheTerrorofDeath]

Keyblade Smitey, if you read the first post on the third page, you don't have to ask. Just post your template and a post introducing yourself into the roleplay. Welcome.

 

[Zabazu]

Confusion.

Alot of it had been apparent lately, and Keras was admist it. He was part of it infact. Bombardment after bombardment. His disgust at these dark elves was incredibly apparent. After the man whose name he had forgot ( Not that it mattered much to him) killed it, Keras stared at it in disgust. His people had a name for these beings... " A Drow?" Keras muttered in hatred. They had not been seen for a long time in this realm, and though that was true, the High Elves still retained their hattred. Its language was horrid, and Keras could only shake his head.

" These...are Elves?"

Confusion seemed to increase about then. It all happened so fast, the bombardment of the ceiling, and then the shard of the table lodging itself into his thigh. He grimanced in pain as his mind came to, and pulled itself together. He slowly started to pull it out, and using whatever magic he could muster and made the wound slowly knit itself back together. Keras stood up, and as the ceiling fell, summoned a sheild around himself. As he walked it protected him against the ceiling, the catapults themselves... He walked to follow Mordecai.

Who had told them to come with him, in an air of authority;

"Listen to me! We must move, quickly. Ammecrine's army is obviously here sooner than expected. We cannot fight them off with what we have here.. our only chance is to move onward and into the caverns. Come, we must make haste if we wish to survive."

One sentence that may have changed this elf forever. He strode behind Mordecai, his staff in one hand, and then unsheathed his blade with the next. Backing him up as the door opened. Keras then, before he went in, following Mordecai, thought only one thing.

Maybe this was not a good idea to come here...Oh well.

He then followed Mordecai, his thoughts aside.

 

[KHFanatic4565]

(This will be revived, but I won't post until someone else does.)