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The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

@XxLyraxX Looks to me like you got it!

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

@The One Omg I forgot all about that movie lol

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

@Belle I am so sorry that you are feeling that way, please let me know if there is anything I can do to help!

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

@orcpunx Oh okay let me delete that line where I mentioned you then

Editted you out!

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

Rankon

The Mountain Village of Calvern

@PharaohAtem@The One

"Need help."

An unfamiliar voice sounded out from his side as he focused on the ships passing by. He turned and saw a muscular stranger standing next to him who looked as though he had spent a lot of time in the forest. Rankon's brow furrowed as he opened his mouth to respond, however that is when he noticed that while he had been distracted many more individuals had begun moving around his mountain home. 'Soldiers!' The ships in the sky began to bank and turn around coming back toward his village. Something had attracted there attention, possibly the stranger? Rankon closed his eyes, he needed to evacuate the entire village before this place was demolished by the King's wrath. He reopened the tunnel entrances in village homes, feeling the feet of the remaining villagers pound the earth beneath them, ready to head deep within the earth. The tunnels were as complex as Rankon could make them given the years he had spent preparing them just in case. It would take a day's travel to emerge from the tunnels, but they would be far away and the new harvest should keep them fed until they had time to find a new home.

But he needed to give them time. Rankon could obliterate the tunnels behind them, but they needed time to move out of the way. But it seemed that time was not on his side. The soldiers moved together in unnatural ways led by a woman who stank of bloody iron. 20 strange creatures surrounded the village as well, Rankon had never seen their like before and could not guess at their intentions. 'What is it that they want? I never planned for this. So many soldiers...' Rankon could still feel the aching in his bones from the day's hard labor, his magical reserves already spent from constant use. Sweat rolled from his head down his shirt, his boots still heavy from the clinging dirt, and nothing in the way of combative training. Suddenly a man seemingly appeared next to the woman in charge of the soldiers. He was dressed in finer, more ornate clothing than anything Rankon had ever imagined. One part of his ensemble was worth more than the entire village could have made in a decade. But the power rolling off the man made that insignificant, Rankon could feel it's pressure trying to push him down to his knees before him, only the strength of the Earth beneath his feet giving him the strength to stand. It was obvious who this man was.

The Elemental King spoke, "We only care for one of you. Let me put this simply. Tell me which of you is the Earth Elemental Chosen One, and I will let the other go, otherwise you both die."

Rankon glanced at the stranger beside him in confusion. 'Earth Elemental Chosen One? Does he mean this man? Is that who they are chasing? Maybe if we run, we can get the King away from the village...' As if to confirm his thoughts, the strange man looked at him and uttered a single word.

"Run."

The surrounding forest exploded with activity as the trees themselves, moved with ferocity to attack the Elemental King's army. The soldiers fell quickly to the myriad of supernatural attacks coming from the trees. Rankon looked on in horror and shock, the sickle falling from his hand, this apparent "Chosen One" had decided to make his home a warzone. Rankon could not run, not with the lives of his fellow villagers depending on him buying them as much time as possible. The risk was too high to them. He needed to stop this before the King used his legendary power or decided to punish the village for the mistakes of the stranger. He bent down to his hands and knees grabbing fistfuls of the earth below and squeezing with all his strength. The earth responded to his call stone erupting not just over the king's men, but the tree golems as well seizing all of them by their legs in an effort to keep them all in place preventing further violence. Rankon gasped from the strain of the action, blood flowing down one nostril and mixing with his sweat. He could feel deep, deep below the earth his village, his friends, and his family racing as fast as they could to safety almost at a safe distance now.

"My King, I plead mercy for my people. Please spare my village." His voice strained with the effort and the fear for his people, arms and legs trembling from the strain of his ability.

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

@Belle Some tea with honey can help soothe your throat from your cough. Other than that do what you are doing- get some rest and feel better soon! That is the most important thing!

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@PharaohAtem lol alright- thanks for the clarification. Much appreciated ^^ and obviously you are a spy from the king since you arrived the same time the airships were in the sky :P
Whoops never mind there is a post to read

Oh god.

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@PharaohAtem Hey so Dante has walked up to Rankon (who is clenching a sickle by the way not his fist) and has said "need help" Is that a question or a request? Just want to make sure do I can respond accurately

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Rankon

Rankon grabbed the last handful of wheat to be harvested and swung his sickle down at the base of the crop. As he did, the other farmers standing beside him copied his actions in near unison, grunting from this final exertion of the day. The wheat cut easily, and Rankon handed it to the farmhand waiting behind him ready to sheathe it. Collective sighs of relief and tired mumbling rolled off the newly empty field as the farmers began to make their way back into their homes and more importantly, their dinners. Harvest was always a difficult time, little time could be wasted in collection or the yield would suffer either from animals or the environment. Rankon wiped the sweat from his brow with his rough hands as he glanced around the field, mind already planning the work to done clearing it. His muscles ached from the hard work, while the other farmers had taken shifts between harvesting and binding the wheat, Rankon had used his power to boost his stamina to work through the entire day. It was important that the other farmers saw that despite his more dangerous abilities, he was willing to work just as hard as they were, not lording himself above them.

A small sound from his stomach brought him out of his reverie and reminded him that despite his power, he still needed to eat. The days exertions had a cost that demanded repayment. He turned from the field and began walking to his parent's home where he expected his mother would be lightly berating his father for his attempted 'helpfulness' in the kitchen. Nesben Tiller had many admirable traits, but cooking was not amongst their number and it had only gotten worst since he had injured his leg and could not help in the fields. Rankon smiled quietly to himself and patted his stomach in anticipation.

And that is when he spotted the dark spots in the sky, growing larger on the horizon. The chill started at the base of his neck and ran down throughout the rest of his body, slowly freezing him in place. 'Airships from the capitol. The village!' Images of Grazah burned in his mind, that last empty eyed look as he turned his head to look back at his family for the final time. Rankon shook his head, banishing those thoughts to the back of his mind and slammed his foot down three times against the earth. With each slam, minor tremors rattled the walls and homes of Calvern. Every villager knew what that meant- hide your children.

Rankon could feel the villagers in their homes moving quickly upon the earthern floors of their homes, moving in practiced panic. The drills had been for this exact purpose, if the King's men came by road their presence was usually routine, but the presence of the airships could only mean a 'Search' was underway. What they were looking for no one in the Village could say for certain, but children were always taken. Those who resisted were killed. The only way to save these families were to conceal them.

Rankon called out silently to the steady strength and power beneath his feet, feeling its power coursing into him as though he were a tree rooted deep below the ground. He waved his hand at each of the village homes calling for the hidden entrances in each of their homes to open up to the hidden tunnels beneath Calvern. There the children could hide with the extra crops that Rankon's efforts over the years had yielded. The tunnels had no other entrances besides what Rankon had created and once the children were all hidden, he moved the stone of the earth back over the entranceways, obliterating all trace of their presence.

He stared up at the sky, the sun now descending to the heavens below lighting he works in orange flame. The dark blotches in the sky were even larger now heading in their general direction. It was possible they were not heading for Calvern, at least not yet. 'No, they are coming now. Their time of harvest is now...' Rankon's fingers clenched and unclenched unconsciously on the sickle he still held, as he watched the scythe descending towards his small world.

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@Ryougu I am not certain we know each other yet, so the stabfest may be later on. I feel I am there only one in this group that cares about the things that actually matter. Farming techniques.