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Arato · #1 (**permalink**) 11-07-2009

The sun rose and victory had been won! At last! The Dark Elves had been away from the northern lands! It was strange, though, to note that the king, Delender, had not sent any men or provisions since five days previous. Not that they armies were running short. Yet. But it was not like him to hold back. What was keeping him now?

Bah, no matter! thought Elendar as he removed his helm and helped other men from the battlefield. It was a rather gruesome sight, but it was worth the fight. It had dragged on for far too long, and now it had finally come to an end! Hopefully, they would go back to a hero's welcome, if anything a warm embrace from friends and loved-ones. There was much to be done in preparation.

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King Delender's body was carried on a bier to its new resting place, but he had had no posterity to which to pass the throne to. Thus, the secret combination that had destroyed his life conspired again, and slowly, surely, systematically, the government was overthrown. Thus we see that by secret means are some of the worst deeds brought to pass...

Soon, the entire country was in chaos, and everyone split into factions, according to their wealth and notoriety. This was the situation of Razden in these days.

((OOC: See the attached file for a representation of Elendar. The artwork is not mine, and therefore all credit goes to the author.))

Lark Windsong · #2 (**permalink**) 11-08-2009

Things had changed over the last few years. Since the new power had come into play, Razden had been in chaos more and more. People were starving, fighting among themselves. Assassinations were normal these days, and one had to make a living the best way they could without getting caught and labeled a traitor. That was simply the way things were. Thankfully, she had made it this far.

Spoiler

Arisa stood inside the small apothecary she worked at. She was studying to be a wizard, and while her master was away at court, she ran the apothecary during the day. She was very skilled at herbs and potions. It was her first major. She had learned to make the potions in hopes that she might one day be able to join the guard and help the injured soldiers. But that was before the new power had taken over, before the King had been killed.

It was forbidden to speak his name those days. The new king forbid it, and his council held firm in his laws. She knew the truth of it. She had gone with her master several times to the meetings. The council made the law, while the new king pretended to be a king. They ruled from behind his crown. To learn magic, one had to master the elements. She had just started on earth, but her water magic had been the easiest for her to learn.

She stood in the shop that day, her blue eyes focused as her hands made swirling motions, causing the liquid she was brewing to swirl in front of her. The red liquid was a healing potion, one she hoped to try on a stray dog. At worst, it simply wouldn't work. At best, it would heal the dog's broken leg. She had been playing with different herbs for months now, trying to perfect the ingrediants she had to use, and she finally had the notion that she had figured it out. If she could get it right, then the potion would heal wounds as badly as up to near fatal.

Arato · #3 (**permalink**) 11-08-2009

Elendar led his men back into the city once more, but received no hero's welcome. There couldn't have been more cheer in the crypt of some long-forgotten king. The first place he went was to the palace, as was the usual custom. King Delender was not on the throne. Instead was some arrogant fool! He didn't dare question, though. That would make him the fool.

"I return to report to king Dele-"

"Shh! You shall not speak that name in these halls!"

Elendar shut his mouth instantly, but was enraged beneath the calm.

"He...died, and I have taken his place. He failed as a king, and I have come to pick up the pieces of the glass vase that he dropped and put them together again."

This man's logic was terrifying. To think that the fate of Razden was in this thing's hands?

"My liege, I have come to give word that the dark elves have been driven back, and the war is won."

The wicked king grinned. "Very good. You are dismissed."

That was it? No other orders? Not that Elendar expected some grandiose celebration in his honor, just...whoever this new king was, he was corrupt, and there was some evil thing behind this.

He needed to relax, and he knew where he might find some sort of remedy for his anxiety.

Opening the door to the potion shop, he stepped in, and noted with both delight and disgust the different smells that assailed his olfactory senses. He looked about a moment, and wondered about the arts of magic. They were foreign to him, yet fascinating.

Then he saw her. Near the front counter of the shop was a rather beautiful woman who he had not quite noticed in times past. Very pretty. He caught himself mesmerized a moment, then shook himself out of it. Not proper nor becoming of a knight of the Royal Guard to behave so, much less the captain.

"Excuse me, my lady, forgive my silent entry, but have you any potions for, uh, relaxation?"

Lark Windsong · #4 (**permalink**) 11-08-2009

Drat. A distraction. She didn't look up from her work on the potion. Her hands continued to move in circles, her wrists and fingers flowing in a fluid motion as her eyes stayed locked on her creation. She had to keep her eyes on what she was doing or the whole thing would be messed up. Still, she couldn't help but laugh a little. She had learned long ago how to speak when creating potions. It came in handy.

"I would say that you could use a good massage instead." She chuckled. Her laughter was light, gentle, and decidedly feminine. Qualities most viewed to be only in elfin blood. She was, of course, of the blood, but she doubted it would have anything to do with her voice.

"Either way, if you can give me just a few moments, I will make you something to help you relax. Have a seat over there." She nodded her head toward a plush bench. "I will be with you when I can."

Arato · #5 (**permalink**) 11-08-2009

((OOC: Nice. :P ))

"Indeed, my lady," he said as he seated himself. It was comfortable, and made for a nice rest from all the marching he had done. The place was rather warm and inviting, but not uncomfortably so. It was a stark contrast to the outside, cold and unfeeling. Much like the rulers nowadays. He wondered what had happened to the kingdom in his absence. Perhaps asking would help, since so far, he had gotten no information, nor answers from the other people. But that could wait until she came out again with whatever it was she could conjure. Again, these conditions were comfortable, for the moment.

Lark Windsong · #6 (**permalink**) 11-08-2009

{Thanks. ^_^}

She finally finished her potion, the liquid forming into a stream as her body twisted. Her arms moved over her head, the liquid flowing out of the circular ball she'd had it in, taking the shape of a whip as it poured itself into a large bottle. She lowered her arms for a moment, before moving to place the cork on the bottle and let it sit for the time being. She had a customer to tend to, so she would have to wait to test her potion until he left.

She finally looked to the man, and was rather startled at what she saw. He was clearly of elf descent, and his armor was one of great importance. And handsome. He didn't seem as dark as the others she had seen in the city lately. After a few moments of inspection, she realized that he was dressed in the garb of a Captain. Confusion moved through her. Odd. She had been unaware that the new king had finally chosen one.

Once her wits had gotten about her again, she shifted to take a small package from one of the shelves. It was perhaps no larger than an inch either way, the small square package folded several times. Her hand moved, water coming from the spout of a barrel and flowing into a cup. When it was there, she poured a white powder into the wooden cup. The water swirled for a few moments, her finger making a circular motion over the top as she mixed the powder. Then, her hands moved in front of her. With a few quick motions of her fingers, she blew into the cup. Steam rose from it, and she smiled slightly.

Fire was hard to control, but she had mastered the ability to use it for making her special tea. Taking the cup, she moved to stand in front of the knight, offering it to him with a light smile.

"Here we are, Captain." She said easily. "This should help."

Arato · #7 (**permalink**) 11-08-2009

He was admiring a nearby painting of a family of elves...who were they? They looked somewhat familiar... He was thus engrossed, when she was in front of him, offering him his potion. He was a bit surprised at how quick the deed had been done. Within a few minutes, it was finished! How splendid! He would have to come back at a later time...and not just for the potions either.

"Ah, yes," he said, taking it from her lightly. The metal of his armor creaked slightly as he stood. "Potion makers must be held in high regard in these parts. That was amazingly quick, and 'tis warm to the touch. I am sure I will enjoy it. Now," he said, reaching for his scrip, "how much shall I pay you for such a service?" He was willing to front any amount that was reasonable. It would not do, in his mind, to just pay and go. No, he would leave some extra, as he always did in stores and shops, in the hopes that by that small and simple means, the shop would get that much closer to success.

Elendar was a generous man. He was fierce when he needed to be, and cunning as well. But all the same, he was kind as ever. Willing in all things to give service wherever he went. There were few times he missed giving business to the local shops in town. But those were better days... Happier days...

Lark Windsong · #8 (**permalink**) 11-08-2009

She laughed warmly at that, shaking her head slightly. "I never charge for that particular potion." She explained lightly. It was small wonder people were shocked when they found that the potion was actually a tea. "Although it may be a good idea for you to remain here a while. Most who drink it become too relaxed, and on their way home pass out in the streets. I haven't gotten that little side-effect out yet, so you may want to just sit and rest." She offered, motioning back to the bench with her hand.

The tea was a special brew she had created long ago. It had helped get rid of the nightmares. Still, the tea was a sweetened brew. It had a honey flavor to it, with a mixture of lemon or cinnamon depending on how well she made it. And the thickness of it was like ale, but warm and pleasant. She had found the calming effects worked quickly, and often gave way to sleep.

"Perhaps you would like a meal?" She questioned. "Normally, I do not offer such, but you seem weary and I am certain Master Iroh would not mind me having company on a slow day."

She had been surprised when they had been allowed to stay in the city, even given a shop. Iroh's fame for his wizardry was unrivaled even in these dark parts of the world. They kept to themselves mostly, and it had proven to keep them out of trouble.

Arato · #9 (**permalink**) 11-09-2009

((I don't know how long I can keep up these long posts, hehe. XP J/k.))

"Uh...ah, yes, of course." He took a seat once again on the soft bench, and looked first at her, then at the potion in his hands. He opened it carefully, making sure not to break anything, and brought it to his nose. The fragrance was sweet. But before he took a sip, she asked if he would like a meal. He was rather hungry, and was not opposed to receiving food...especially from such a lovely young lady. Then he too realized that she was also of elven descent. Made him wonder then just how old she was.

"I would gladly accept your offer, my lady...?" he queried hoping for a name.

Lark Windsong · #10 (**permalink**) 11-09-2009

She smiled slightly. "Please, call me Arisa." She said gently, moving behind the counter and into the back room. She returned a few moments later with a tray of stew and fresh bread. She set the tray down for him before moving to begin rearranging some of the things on the shelves. She glanced back at him after a moment and could no longer contain her curiosity.

"Tell me, Captain. Where is it you've come from? Your armor looks as if you've been at war and yet the new king hasn't mentioned anything about having chosen a captain. Nor has he rallied the young men to help fight anything."

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