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The Legend of Octavius

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It has been several days since Thorin, along with his new companions, Lugdush and Scatha, has been on his way to Whiterun. The three have decided to take a shortcut through the wild, and then arrive in Riverwood, where they would get back on the road to the great city. They traveled on foot with brief rest stops, and three encounters with wolves. It took them two and a half days to reach the small village by the White River. Thorin was born here, so the company had no reason to worry about acceptance by the locals. As the company descended from a hill, and onto the road, Thorin could see it: the great wooden arch standing high above the village of Riverwood, where he used to play hide and seek with his friends, chase little girls with infatuation and learn how to become a master warrior. A wide smile appeared on the Nord's face, full of memory, as he said to himself: "Riverwood..." "Thorin?" Scatha asked, noticing a slight change on his companion's face. "My birthplace, Scatha." Thorin replied: "There is a house where me may get some food and rest. My friend is a blacksmith there." As they entered the village, they could see that the arches were secured, and that guards were patrolling about, which was rather uncommon. Thinking back, Thorin remembered that the Jarl of Whiterun, Balgruuf the Greater, dispatched them here, because the village was defenseless against the uprising dragons. Thorin, Lugdush and Scatha found Alvor outside of his house, doing his usual work: he was using a grindstone to sharpen a newly forged iron sword. Not wanting to distract him, Thorin waited for him to be done with his work before greeting him, because using a grindstone requires the most attention, or one could end up damaging a weapon. "Alvor!" Thorin hollered, when Alvor got up. The older man was quite surprised by the call, and smiled pleasantly upon seeing someone he had known since he was a small child: "Thorin? Thorin, ma' boy!" he walked over and offered his elbow for a handshake, because his hands were dirty from all the iron. He then asked: "What brings you to Riverwood? And who are they?" Thorin replied: "They are friends. We're going to Whiterun to take care of some business." "Well, please stay a while!" Alvor suggested: "Just wait for me to wash my hands and I'll get you all inside. Hadvar is here as well."

The Legend of Octavius

A drawing of Rubeus the Blue!

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If nobody has anything against it, I plan on moving my characters to Riverwood from Ivarstead based on something Roze showed me regarding the timing of the roleplay, according to which Thorin and Co. reach Riverwood by the time Dovahfeyn hit Kynesgrove. ;)

The Legend of Octavius

Inception

September 27th, 5000. It was night, and a blanket of darkness has already covered the land of Chalcion. One could see the vast expanse of green fields, stretching as far as the eye can see. These fields covered the central part of Chalcion, and were a place where wild animals like to congregate to eat and drink. However, most of the land's animals were sleeping, with only smaller nocturnal critters wandering about. These fields are also locations of burnt Chalcionese villages, which have fallen victim to the wrath of the Hadrianites. Houses turned to ash, smoldering burned hay, the corpses of domestic animals accidentally killed during the village burning, as well as dead people - all are testimony of the ruthless tyranny of Emperor Hadrian VII, a man of vice, who above all else desires dominance, authority, and power. He did not hesitate to hack down innocent villagers, who had never wronged him, only to rob them of their provisions. Since King Akakios boldly declined to be a vassal to such a tyrant, he paid a bitter price, but left all his hopes in the hands of one man that he trusted more than many others, since his son too was captured. This is all the cold, bitter and cruel truth of life: the strong prey on the weak, the weak cannot fight back.

The Chalcivitas knights have spent the year scouting around Central Chalcion and seeking aid up north and in the south. They made sure that most of the villages and minor cities of Chalcion were intact and unspoiled by the Hadrianites, but Chalcivitas was still surrounded. Its people were being interrogated, tormented, even slaughtered, in order to accept the dogma and the tyranny of Hadrian VII, or give information regarding Chalcionese commanders. Among those was the heir to the throne, Alexander, who was captured for interrogation and was being forced to submit his kingdom to Hadrian. Stubbornly, Alexander clung to what his father told him, not losing hope that eventually, the men of Chalcion will have rallied to become strong enough to drive the attackers out of their capital.

The Central Chalcionese soldiers were prepared to take back their capital once and for all, with determination, and some aid from cities that either withstood or didn't see the attack of the Hadrianites. Word spread of the genocide committed by the Hadrianites, at Chalcivitas, Fort Agaroth, Analima and Tentaclus especially, adding even more hatred toward the indiscriminate Hadrianite troops. They were currently stationed at a now cleansed Fort Agaroth, awaiting to rally up and march on Chalcivitas.
Octavius, the new leader of Chalcion's troops, was inside his tent in the camp just a few hours away from Chalcivitas, sitting by the entrance, smoking a pipe and looking out to the sky. He knew that he could delay no longer with a march on Chalcivitas, because retaking it would be very influential and may as well turn the tides of the war in Chalcion's favor. It would also mean freeing Alexander, if he was still alive. According to reliable messengers, Alexander still languished in Chalcivitas, which meant that he may yet be alive and that he could still be saved.
Octavius missed Alexander very much. More so because the two argued on the same day that Hadrian attacked Chalcivitas. He greatly wanted to see his brother again and take back the rash insults and ill words he said to him in anger, because now he was close, so close to losing him forever. He would not allow himself to let his family, or anyone else who were his countrymen to die cowering, afraid of the very air they breathe. He intended to summon up the courage of his men and make them more willing to fight for the freedom of their land.

The Legend of Octavius

Any time you want, but we could try to get more into joining this. Do you think anyone else on Dragonsbane would like this?

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I added more appropriate surnames to my characters Lugdush and Scatha some time ago, along with their nicknames. ;)

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I already posted. ;)

The Legend of Octavius

Here is a drawing of Sotiris the Cuirassier, a Great Dragon imprisoned in the depths of mount Jorl. Mauros, the Incinerator, Hadrian's giant wyvern. Kigaidi, a wild dinosaur that dwells in the forests of Uvivi. Kamazimu, a giant pachyderm that lives in the savannas of Imbuso. The Dodgalt - a monstrous-looking hoofed animal that lives in Isvarld. Once there were many, now there is only one. My take on Ogres! They live in Chalcion's forests and caves. Basilisks live in Chalcion's deepest caves.

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However, Thorin's eyes would soon start squinting, and not before long, a deep, fatigued yawn came from his mouth, and his head lowered down weakly. The Nord, having walked well over a hundred leagues from Riften to this small village, although with rest breaks, was still very tired and urgently needed some sleep. "You alright, Thorin?" Scatha asked. "...I'll just get some sleep and then we go." Thorin said, managing to summon up some strength. He then got up and walked over to the bar, where the inn keeper was. Noticing the tall Nord walk over to him, the inn keeper asked: "Anything I can do to help you, sir?" "I would like to rent a room to sleep." Thorin asked. "Certainly! It's yours for a day, if you want." the inn keeper responded: "I'll show you to your room, this way." Before Thorin could even look to see where the rest of his things were, he saw Lugdush carrying them in his hands. Happy to see the Orc helping, he commended his acquaintance, soon-to-become friend: "Thank you." As Thorin walked into his room, he only sat on the bed, his head flopping down and his body lowering itself into a slouching posture. The room itself was spacious enough, with a medium-sized table, two chairs, a candlestick and a small drawer standing next to a fairly large bed, specifically made for one person to sleep in. He looked to the door, to see Lugdush carrying his things inside. "Leave the knapsack on the table and lean the sword, bow and arrows against the wall." Thorin said to him. Lugdush laid Thorin's knapsack on the middle of the table, leaned his steel greatsword against the wall, as well as his Imperial bow. He laid his quiver of steel arrows onto the left chair. Before he would leave, Scatha would appear at the door: "Meet us at the southeast bridge when you are awake. How long will you sleep?" "Three hours." Thorin replied. "Have a pleasant sleep, friend." Lugdush said, before closing the door of Thorin's room, and leaving Vilemyr inn with Scatha. Thorin, now alone, took one more look around before getting up only to strip his armor. Having done so, he laid onto his back, took a deep breath, and shut his eyes, trying to get some sleep...