Nilithos: The Apocalypse Begins OOC -
The OOC Thread
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Rhaebold was cold. The wind was pouring onto his face from the sky, with the added addition of the pelts of rain. It'd been raining all day now in the Human Kingdom, and the weather didn't look as if it was going to get even a little better. Even his armoured bulk couldn't keep the snap of the weather away. He frowned beneath his horned helmet. His mind was thinking over several possibilities from something that had just occurred. The Village he reigned over was happily celebrating and his fiancé was in tears of joy.
Recently, he had just received a personal letter from the King, bidding his presence. This was extremely rare in the Kingdom, and often it only led to reward and those rewards were often phenomenal. They were beyond description- Rare gems, money... A lot of options.
Though he himself believed it was different. He knew that he had done nothing over the last few months to deserve this. What he did expect though, was that it would be a calling to war. A new race had emerged and were slaying all before them, and had just been halted at the strongest defence to have ever been seen- The Front Line.
He sighed. He didn't really want to go, he was enjoying his home luxuries. Problem was that if he didn't, the King would probably be outraged.
As his horse trotted on at a steady pace, he thought about why he had to travel to where he was heading.
The Elvish Village of Luvrance. It was supposedly a hot destination, untouched by war. It was described as extremely peaceful, and that it was never in any spot of trouble. Obviously the King felt safe there, and had considered it to be of private standards, so that they may converse without the dangers of a spy. What Rhaebold did see in an optimistic view was that it would be like a vacation, and for at least a day he might be able to visit one of the famous hot ponds that could cure any pain. He smiled, perhaps his backside would be cured.
Suddenly, from out of the Trees, a man carrying a spear jumped out. Rhaebolds horse panicked, and he fought for control as he grabbed his Battleaxe, literally ripping it from the sheath. His face twisted into that of anger and he shouted forth.
"Who goes there and what do you want!"
"I am a messenger from your King, Yurrak. He has bid that all those who have been requested get an escort so that they see no harm."
"All? You mean there are others?" Rhaebolds deep voice asked, his temper starting to calm.
"Yes, a few. I cannot tell you what for, though, master Rhaebold."
The Barbaric Axe wielding maniac nodded slowly and began to trot forwards again. From nowhere another twenty or so Elves emerged. He could see that they were so from the pointed ears.
"So this was why they were so resistant when my Dad was at war with them..." He thought, allowing himself to be led into the forest he was beside, and down a long, winding dirt path. He had to admit though, he'd have words with the Elves for their rude, hasty approach. And to be honest, it had answered none of his questions but the escort itself had told him that he was important.