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Well, I took a number just in case....it's like 128 or something like that.
Asgeirr pulled the furs about his broad shoulders then sat before the fire, weary eyes stared past the yellow flames that danced wildly in the winds that swept past the rocks and crevices that surrounded the camp, he uttered a simple blessing for the falling of the fresh snow, it would cover his peoples tracks, nevertheless he had given orders for the Sentries to remain vigilant for it would not be till near close of the new dawn before their tracks were covered completely. He sighed deeply as he stared past the flames and into the darkness of the past, for nearly four seasons now he had led his people along the mountainous Terrain that was their homeland.
Though they had eventually been driven away from their villages, they were by no means refuges, for four seasons his Warriors had harassed the enemy, disrupted they're supply lines and added to they're misery aided by the fierce winter weather and the near impossible ability to maneuver large forces along the mountains rocky passages. His people were hardy, strong and proud, but four seasons of running battles were taking its toil, the little ones had long since lost their youth and the old ones longed for either a place to rest their bones for more then just a night, or longed to return to the burial caves of their Ancestors.
As long as there was breath to be drawn within their bodies, he nor his Warriors would ever give up the fight, but four seasons of constant battle and the dwindling losses of Warriors irreplaceable had made him wiser to the plight of all his people, and he found himself at the crossroads of either finding a place to put down roots and rebuild Families, or his people, his Clan disappearing from existence. Within a days walk now from the stronghold of Esper, it had been decided earlier that eve, by a Council meeting that an Envoy would be sent to seek audience with the Queen and permanent refuge sought, begrudgingly he had agreed, but refused to send an Envoy, stating their case would be better received if one Leader stood before the other and pleaded their cause as it should be. Despite the Councils protest that he should risk himself, he held his ground and told them that short of subjugation, he would return with word of a place for them to make home.
It had taken nearly to the eve of the following day to traverse the Terrain, but now he stood on a mountain next to a lone winter pine tree overlooking the stronghold of Esper, his breath caught in his throat as he surveyed the grandeur of the fortified City. He turned his weathered face skyward at the sound of the Snow Hawks screeching and lifted his muscular left arm for the bird of prey to land, cooing softly to his feathered companion as she carefully landed on his arm, her sharp talons gripping into the furs that covered his shoulder and bicep.
He laughed heartily as the Snow Hawk chirped and fussed and he spoke with the bird as he would any other being, "Now you are sounding as if you are one of the Council, my winged friend, aye I intend to go in, the need of the Clan is far too great, we cannot survive another winter, and this one to come by all indications looks to be the worst yet...you my friend will remain here, little doubt room would there be enough for the spreading of your wings...and I need you out here to return to the Clan and show the way back here to my Warriors should you not see me again in two days time...now go my friend, it draws late and I must make it to the gates before there drawn close for the eve".
Though they had eventually been driven away from their villages, they were by no means refuges, for four seasons his Warriors had harassed the enemy, disrupted they're supply lines and added to they're misery aided by the fierce winter weather and the near impossible ability to maneuver large forces along the mountains rocky passages. His people were hardy, strong and proud, but four seasons of running battles were taking its toil, the little ones had long since lost their youth and the old ones longed for either a place to rest their bones for more then just a night, or longed to return to the burial caves of their Ancestors.
As long as there was breath to be drawn within their bodies, he nor his Warriors would ever give up the fight, but four seasons of constant battle and the dwindling losses of Warriors irreplaceable had made him wiser to the plight of all his people, and he found himself at the crossroads of either finding a place to put down roots and rebuild Families, or his people, his Clan disappearing from existence. Within a days walk now from the stronghold of Esper, it had been decided earlier that eve, by a Council meeting that an Envoy would be sent to seek audience with the Queen and permanent refuge sought, begrudgingly he had agreed, but refused to send an Envoy, stating their case would be better received if one Leader stood before the other and pleaded their cause as it should be. Despite the Councils protest that he should risk himself, he held his ground and told them that short of subjugation, he would return with word of a place for them to make home.
It had taken nearly to the eve of the following day to traverse the Terrain, but now he stood on a mountain next to a lone winter pine tree overlooking the stronghold of Esper, his breath caught in his throat as he surveyed the grandeur of the fortified City. He turned his weathered face skyward at the sound of the Snow Hawks screeching and lifted his muscular left arm for the bird of prey to land, cooing softly to his feathered companion as she carefully landed on his arm, her sharp talons gripping into the furs that covered his shoulder and bicep.
He laughed heartily as the Snow Hawk chirped and fussed and he spoke with the bird as he would any other being, "Now you are sounding as if you are one of the Council, my winged friend, aye I intend to go in, the need of the Clan is far too great, we cannot survive another winter, and this one to come by all indications looks to be the worst yet...you my friend will remain here, little doubt room would there be enough for the spreading of your wings...and I need you out here to return to the Clan and show the way back here to my Warriors should you not see me again in two days time...now go my friend, it draws late and I must make it to the gates before there drawn close for the eve".
My bad...wrong thread
Tell about "The cry of Esper".
Slightly interested, I'll bump it for ya and see how many others join in.
JOSHUA
Joshua observed the Elve woman as she returned from meeting the King and it was his impression that she did not have much confidence in the Kings words, or that the human King held the Elve Maidens words in any higher regard, quite possibly even less so. Other then a brief nod of greeting upon her return, they both remained silent as she sipped her juice and he from his mug. As the Kings servants went about the Hunters to fulfill they're duties prescribed by the Kings pronouncement that it was time for all to rest, he bid the Elve Maiden a pleasant eve before she left with the servant that approached her.
Joshua caught the eyesight of one particular servant whom veered course and headed toward him, already knowing what the young man was about the say, Joshua stayed the mans tongue by a raise of his righthand,"I've made accommodations, thank you", he informed the servant with as polite sounding command as possible before moving forward and getting lost in the shuffle of people before the servant could utter an equally polite protest. Once outside the Castle gates he stopped and looked about the city, though the blanket of darkness had just but shrouded the sky, the streets were near deserted, what few stragglers still on the streets were encourage by roaming units of the Kings Guard to return to their homes or spend the night in a cell.
By the time he had reached the outskirts of the city, the skies above had become thick with an overcast that hid the stars from view, for some odd reason a sense of foreboding touched him and caused him to shiver. He cast his eyes northward toward the Carpathian mountains then spoke softly under his breath with a questioning tone as if someone was standing before him,"Do tell Lord of shadows, what evils send you forth this very eve, eh?", He paused as if to expect an answer in return, he continued on his way into the forest, seeking sanctuary deep within the remotest section of the trees.
"Lema ed' templa sina edan quenat" came the words of the transformation spell from his lips with authority, the words had no sooner been uttered when the ground around him became a spinning vortex of dirt and leaves, shrouded within the spinning debris, a spectrum of colors near too bright for eyes to behold flashed and faded, then flashed again. Bael'Ka-Na'Har'Onna beat his powerful wings downward using the updraft of the vortex to gain lift. Once in the air the vortex of dirt and leaves dissipated and fell. With a few more powerful strokes of his wings, he shot through the overcast and continued to climb skyward, now free of the confinement of human form, he relished the feel of the air flowing across his massive Dragon body. He twisted and turned, dived and climbed giving his wing muscles a much needed workout before raising higher to glide upon the thermal drifts.
He turned his orbs to the heavens and sought the constellation of Draco, gaining a sense of solace in the star shaped form if his Patron. In his mind three questions were asked of himself, allow the humans to retrieve and keep the cup?, return the cup to be kept from humankind under the protection of the enclave of Elven Mages?, or keep the cup from both and ensure neither ever unlocked the hidden knowledge that came with the immortality the cup offered?. Several hours later, with dawn not long from cresting the far eastern horizon, he was still weighing the pro's and con's of all three questions.
Joshua observed the Elve woman as she returned from meeting the King and it was his impression that she did not have much confidence in the Kings words, or that the human King held the Elve Maidens words in any higher regard, quite possibly even less so. Other then a brief nod of greeting upon her return, they both remained silent as she sipped her juice and he from his mug. As the Kings servants went about the Hunters to fulfill they're duties prescribed by the Kings pronouncement that it was time for all to rest, he bid the Elve Maiden a pleasant eve before she left with the servant that approached her.
Joshua caught the eyesight of one particular servant whom veered course and headed toward him, already knowing what the young man was about the say, Joshua stayed the mans tongue by a raise of his righthand,"I've made accommodations, thank you", he informed the servant with as polite sounding command as possible before moving forward and getting lost in the shuffle of people before the servant could utter an equally polite protest. Once outside the Castle gates he stopped and looked about the city, though the blanket of darkness had just but shrouded the sky, the streets were near deserted, what few stragglers still on the streets were encourage by roaming units of the Kings Guard to return to their homes or spend the night in a cell.
By the time he had reached the outskirts of the city, the skies above had become thick with an overcast that hid the stars from view, for some odd reason a sense of foreboding touched him and caused him to shiver. He cast his eyes northward toward the Carpathian mountains then spoke softly under his breath with a questioning tone as if someone was standing before him,"Do tell Lord of shadows, what evils send you forth this very eve, eh?", He paused as if to expect an answer in return, he continued on his way into the forest, seeking sanctuary deep within the remotest section of the trees.
"Lema ed' templa sina edan quenat" came the words of the transformation spell from his lips with authority, the words had no sooner been uttered when the ground around him became a spinning vortex of dirt and leaves, shrouded within the spinning debris, a spectrum of colors near too bright for eyes to behold flashed and faded, then flashed again. Bael'Ka-Na'Har'Onna beat his powerful wings downward using the updraft of the vortex to gain lift. Once in the air the vortex of dirt and leaves dissipated and fell. With a few more powerful strokes of his wings, he shot through the overcast and continued to climb skyward, now free of the confinement of human form, he relished the feel of the air flowing across his massive Dragon body. He twisted and turned, dived and climbed giving his wing muscles a much needed workout before raising higher to glide upon the thermal drifts.
He turned his orbs to the heavens and sought the constellation of Draco, gaining a sense of solace in the star shaped form if his Patron. In his mind three questions were asked of himself, allow the humans to retrieve and keep the cup?, return the cup to be kept from humankind under the protection of the enclave of Elven Mages?, or keep the cup from both and ensure neither ever unlocked the hidden knowledge that came with the immortality the cup offered?. Several hours later, with dawn not long from cresting the far eastern horizon, he was still weighing the pro's and con's of all three questions.
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