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"You lot-" one in a crested helm begins, her subordinates chattering in quiet voices behind her; ...Girl?...Beggars and thieves...Truly played?...-"Are to come with me, the Royal Guards have decreed that anyone with merit is to be brought to the Palace. You fit the bill. Ser Pyke's given authority to forgive any small crimes, so the girl and cub can be forgiven for their looting." She says firmly, looking to Gen- who sticks her tongue out in return. It was clear that she'd be fleeing and taunting right now, if not for her wounded leg.
“We fit the bill?” Dag’Tyr raised himself up and pointedly placed himself in between the little ones and the guards.
“Aye, we’ll go with you…but harken to what I say. If you mean ‘em harm you’ll have me to contend with.” He promised darkly, before he turned to the two kids again.
Dag’Tyr easily lifted Gen up and sat her on his shoulders.
“Hold on tight Freula, we’ll see what these soldiers want from us. Come on young Regis, you stick close by me. We’ll see what they want with us.”
As they were lead to the palace Dag’Tyr couldn’t help but observe the state of things, the timid people shuffling outside again observed them with both distrust and curiosity. All in all he was quite sure things once had been better, perhaps even flourishing, now nothing more of a memory of better days remained.
Would that too be the fate of his people?
He was brought before the princess together with an eclectic group of what he assumed were adventurers.
As he lifted the girl from his shoulders he watched the princess speak.
The little performance she gave was commendable, it almost made him pity her, almost.
Mildred the Unready…well regardless whether the girl’s title was apt, Dag’Tyr was not particularly impressed.
Perhaps because old Mor’Skud had been his idea of authority, this lady barely filled up her own corset.
As she gave them all a chance to speak he watched the female Wooden One step forward and introduce herself, bringing more bad news from that front.
Dag’Tyr made a mental note to ask the Wooden Lady about Heartroot later, perhaps she could explain where the rot came from or what could be done about it.
Seeing no one else step forward, he decided to speak.
“Your Grace, I ken not but speak the truth. I did not come here today to give heed to yer summons. In fact, we were more or less brought here without a say in the matter. Yer Guardsman can attest to that.” He said pointing Pyke out.
“Regardless, it matters little as the way I see it we’re all damned anyway. If things have gotten so bad that ye ken not even protect yer own people or feed the mouths of starving babes… You will have no right to rule, the Tralaya will not care for yer fancy titles or proclamations. They’ll peck you to death same as the rest of us and there’ll be no kingdom left to rule over.” He gazed back at the group.
“I know not what moved you lot to come here, but if things amongst the Wooden Ones have gone bad than I can assume the same goes for all of us.” Dag’Tyr spoke turning back to the Princess.
“A plague currently ravages amongst my Kin and nothing seems to stop it. Had it not been for the will of Veratul I would not have been standing here today. My travels across this kingdom as shown me little of comfort and running across these two orphans shows me that you can say all those fanciful words, but I doubt ye have ever stepped a foot outside yer own Palace. Instead of placating us with the promise of coin, perhaps you can start taking care of yer people. As to the matter of the children, whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of everyone or not bother with it at all. Do you think they’ll be more gullible because of their youth? Keep yer coin, feed and protect yer people instead.” Dag’Tyr finished, knowing that he probably surprised them since his Kin were known for their easygoing nature.
“We fit the bill?” Dag’Tyr raised himself up and pointedly placed himself in between the little ones and the guards.
“Aye, we’ll go with you…but harken to what I say. If you mean ‘em harm you’ll have me to contend with.” He promised darkly, before he turned to the two kids again.
Dag’Tyr easily lifted Gen up and sat her on his shoulders.
“Hold on tight Freula, we’ll see what these soldiers want from us. Come on young Regis, you stick close by me. We’ll see what they want with us.”
As they were lead to the palace Dag’Tyr couldn’t help but observe the state of things, the timid people shuffling outside again observed them with both distrust and curiosity. All in all he was quite sure things once had been better, perhaps even flourishing, now nothing more of a memory of better days remained.
Would that too be the fate of his people?
He was brought before the princess together with an eclectic group of what he assumed were adventurers.
As he lifted the girl from his shoulders he watched the princess speak.
The little performance she gave was commendable, it almost made him pity her, almost.
Mildred the Unready…well regardless whether the girl’s title was apt, Dag’Tyr was not particularly impressed.
Perhaps because old Mor’Skud had been his idea of authority, this lady barely filled up her own corset.
As she gave them all a chance to speak he watched the female Wooden One step forward and introduce herself, bringing more bad news from that front.
Dag’Tyr made a mental note to ask the Wooden Lady about Heartroot later, perhaps she could explain where the rot came from or what could be done about it.
Seeing no one else step forward, he decided to speak.
“Your Grace, I ken not but speak the truth. I did not come here today to give heed to yer summons. In fact, we were more or less brought here without a say in the matter. Yer Guardsman can attest to that.” He said pointing Pyke out.
“Regardless, it matters little as the way I see it we’re all damned anyway. If things have gotten so bad that ye ken not even protect yer own people or feed the mouths of starving babes… You will have no right to rule, the Tralaya will not care for yer fancy titles or proclamations. They’ll peck you to death same as the rest of us and there’ll be no kingdom left to rule over.” He gazed back at the group.
“I know not what moved you lot to come here, but if things amongst the Wooden Ones have gone bad than I can assume the same goes for all of us.” Dag’Tyr spoke turning back to the Princess.
“A plague currently ravages amongst my Kin and nothing seems to stop it. Had it not been for the will of Veratul I would not have been standing here today. My travels across this kingdom as shown me little of comfort and running across these two orphans shows me that you can say all those fanciful words, but I doubt ye have ever stepped a foot outside yer own Palace. Instead of placating us with the promise of coin, perhaps you can start taking care of yer people. As to the matter of the children, whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of everyone or not bother with it at all. Do you think they’ll be more gullible because of their youth? Keep yer coin, feed and protect yer people instead.” Dag’Tyr finished, knowing that he probably surprised them since his Kin were known for their easygoing nature.
Maybe send another pm?
When the danger had seem to pass and the Tralaya were defeated Dag'Tyr finally let go of his worries.
Breathing heavily after all the spells slinging. When one was 'Blessed' by Veratul, becoming a literal conduit leaves one quite knackered.
Perhaps if the mighty Veratul had chosen a different holy symbol for him things would have been easier. Dag'Tyr considered with mild amusement.
He should not complain, his life was saved, he was given an opportunity to save his people...and as it seemed those of other races.
He bend forward and supported himself by putting his hands on his knees to catch a breath, before raising his head up to the odd pair.
"Now...That was incredibly foolish little Lady." He said with a gentle smile.
"Incredibly reckless. Now...if the little Tiger won't mind. I'd like to take a look at that nasty cut you got yourself." He said raising a hand and pointing it at her leg, before he righted himself again, stretching for moment, seeing the uneasy reaction from the Behemoth cub.
"I can assure you, I mean you no harm, I did not save you from those flying menaces to kill you myself. Veratul would have my head." He laughed before offering.
"My name is Dag'Tyr, though some call me Blue Finger." He said holding his hand up wiggling his fingers as he showed them. "What is your name little Lady?"
Breathing heavily after all the spells slinging. When one was 'Blessed' by Veratul, becoming a literal conduit leaves one quite knackered.
Perhaps if the mighty Veratul had chosen a different holy symbol for him things would have been easier. Dag'Tyr considered with mild amusement.
He should not complain, his life was saved, he was given an opportunity to save his people...and as it seemed those of other races.
He bend forward and supported himself by putting his hands on his knees to catch a breath, before raising his head up to the odd pair.
"Now...That was incredibly foolish little Lady." He said with a gentle smile.
"Incredibly reckless. Now...if the little Tiger won't mind. I'd like to take a look at that nasty cut you got yourself." He said raising a hand and pointing it at her leg, before he righted himself again, stretching for moment, seeing the uneasy reaction from the Behemoth cub.
"I can assure you, I mean you no harm, I did not save you from those flying menaces to kill you myself. Veratul would have my head." He laughed before offering.
"My name is Dag'Tyr, though some call me Blue Finger." He said holding his hand up wiggling his fingers as he showed them. "What is your name little Lady?"
He moment he was engulfed was one of enormous pain. He could feel every beak, every claw tear the flesh from his bones. He roared in pain attempting to keep the bastards at bay, but several times the beaks came too close for comfort, going for his eyes and neck.
Still he held his ground, gritting his teeth mentally ordering himself to hold out.
He had not noticed the girl playing at first had it not been for the strange ease and clarity of mind that settled over him as his fear ebbed away.
Dag’Tyr lifted an arm away from his eyes for a moment, noticing the maniacal birds had shifted their attention. Worried still about the kids behind him, he turned around as the beasts moved past his form. Grabbing his trusty mace he swung Gul’da hopefully to send at least one of them beak first into the ground.
After which he raised his left arm palm up towards the heavens and spoke:
"EALA’EARENDEL!” his tattoo’s glowing, engulfing his entire body before another bright light erupted forth. Its radiance similar to that of a sunflare.
As the light spread, he quickly made a grasping motion, similar to one made when one held a weapon. Knowing he would have little time he closed his eyes in focus for a second envisioning it before he cried.
“Tonger” with a heavy breath, bringing his arm down, slashing through the air.
Flinging the spectral hammer forwards towards the swarm.
Praying to Veratul that he would be able to take the bloody buggers out.
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Still he held his ground, gritting his teeth mentally ordering himself to hold out.
He had not noticed the girl playing at first had it not been for the strange ease and clarity of mind that settled over him as his fear ebbed away.
Dag’Tyr lifted an arm away from his eyes for a moment, noticing the maniacal birds had shifted their attention. Worried still about the kids behind him, he turned around as the beasts moved past his form. Grabbing his trusty mace he swung Gul’da hopefully to send at least one of them beak first into the ground.
After which he raised his left arm palm up towards the heavens and spoke:
"EALA’EARENDEL!” his tattoo’s glowing, engulfing his entire body before another bright light erupted forth. Its radiance similar to that of a sunflare.
As the light spread, he quickly made a grasping motion, similar to one made when one held a weapon. Knowing he would have little time he closed his eyes in focus for a second envisioning it before he cried.
“Tonger” with a heavy breath, bringing his arm down, slashing through the air.
Flinging the spectral hammer forwards towards the swarm.
Praying to Veratul that he would be able to take the bloody buggers out.
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@Fading Memory All right, added the attack roll to the post.
Dag’Tyr nodded, using the man’s own quill to quickly pen down a couple of scribbles to add to his notes for later. He continued listening as Jerald started to answer his other question.
Tucking the note away his eyes returned to the two as well.
“The world has grown into a dark place indeed, young bern such as them shouldn’t be forced to such a harsh and unforgiving life…” He stated. “They certainly make for an unusual pair…” Dag’Tyr allowed his thoughts to wander.
To days long past when he was but a small lad, when his father would sit him down on his knee and tell the tall tales of powerful warriors of old, of the battlemaidens and the powerful curses of the Hagwrens.
He was ripped from his own thoughts however when the cry of horns and trumpets broke the silence.
Dag’Tyr watched chaos and panic follow suit. With Jerald acting rapidly offering his shop as refuge for those without shelter from…from whatever was coming.
His eyes darted again at the girl, watching her with a nervous worry, before he heard the horrifying wails of the swarm.
He pushed himself to the front of the open door, watching as a massive swarm of Tralaya descended from the sky down upon the city breaking itself into groups of smaller swarms. The horrible wails echoed through the air as they communicated with one another. Having set their sights upon those unfortunate enough who were not able to find shelter in time.
Instantly Dag’Tyr’s worry returned to the girl and the cub and without truly realizing what he was doing, his body moved instinctually, sprinting out onto the street in an attempt to reach them.
As he heard the triumphant cries of the flock eager for a tasty morsel he watched the bastards go for the girl, with the poor cub at her side ready to defend her, hackles and spines raised in defiance.
With a shout he let out a thundering roar.
His right arm shot forward, his index and middle finger outstretched pointing at the swarm.
“SKYRLEITA!”
Instantly, the ink on the skin of his arm as well as his eyes began to glow bright with a searing golden light. The runic tattoo on his arm that held the spell shone even clearer as the word formed surrounding the hand turning into a large flaming ring and shot forth from Dag’Tyr to where his fingers were pointing.
As the swarm approached the children, the ring collided with the leading bird(s), engulfing them in a flashing beam of white golden light.
This gave Dag’Tyr enough time to clear the distance and put himself in front of the two.
“RUN! To the Apothecary!” He roared, brooking no refusal as he attempted to shield them from the oncoming swarm. When they didn’t move fast enough to his liking his voice thundered again in fury.
“WILL YOU MOVE?!” Digging his feet in, intending to make a stand and give the young ones time by being the distraction.
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Tucking the note away his eyes returned to the two as well.
“The world has grown into a dark place indeed, young bern such as them shouldn’t be forced to such a harsh and unforgiving life…” He stated. “They certainly make for an unusual pair…” Dag’Tyr allowed his thoughts to wander.
To days long past when he was but a small lad, when his father would sit him down on his knee and tell the tall tales of powerful warriors of old, of the battlemaidens and the powerful curses of the Hagwrens.
He was ripped from his own thoughts however when the cry of horns and trumpets broke the silence.
Dag’Tyr watched chaos and panic follow suit. With Jerald acting rapidly offering his shop as refuge for those without shelter from…from whatever was coming.
His eyes darted again at the girl, watching her with a nervous worry, before he heard the horrifying wails of the swarm.
He pushed himself to the front of the open door, watching as a massive swarm of Tralaya descended from the sky down upon the city breaking itself into groups of smaller swarms. The horrible wails echoed through the air as they communicated with one another. Having set their sights upon those unfortunate enough who were not able to find shelter in time.
Instantly Dag’Tyr’s worry returned to the girl and the cub and without truly realizing what he was doing, his body moved instinctually, sprinting out onto the street in an attempt to reach them.
As he heard the triumphant cries of the flock eager for a tasty morsel he watched the bastards go for the girl, with the poor cub at her side ready to defend her, hackles and spines raised in defiance.
With a shout he let out a thundering roar.
His right arm shot forward, his index and middle finger outstretched pointing at the swarm.
“SKYRLEITA!”
Instantly, the ink on the skin of his arm as well as his eyes began to glow bright with a searing golden light. The runic tattoo on his arm that held the spell shone even clearer as the word formed surrounding the hand turning into a large flaming ring and shot forth from Dag’Tyr to where his fingers were pointing.
As the swarm approached the children, the ring collided with the leading bird(s), engulfing them in a flashing beam of white golden light.
This gave Dag’Tyr enough time to clear the distance and put himself in front of the two.
“RUN! To the Apothecary!” He roared, brooking no refusal as he attempted to shield them from the oncoming swarm. When they didn’t move fast enough to his liking his voice thundered again in fury.
“WILL YOU MOVE?!” Digging his feet in, intending to make a stand and give the young ones time by being the distraction.
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I'm willing to partner up
Looking for people interested in playing an RP I call:
The Other Side.
When our mirrors are more alive then we could possibly imagine.
Infact I’d say that we’re the dreary world in comparison to the bizarre world held beyond the glass Veil.
The idea:
In our case we’ll be confronted when the players get involved in or dragged into their own mirror.
I’d like to attempt to weave a tale of mystery, strange creatures, a different type of magic, adventure with a good splash of darkness and a pinch of horror. Hopefully we'll meet some enticing and terrifying villains along the way or maybe you'll even become one yourself.
After all, this world does alter you whether it would mean in sense of physicality, appearance or in powers.
It is a place where Stardust meets Abarat and Coraline meets the Dark Crystal.
But whatever the case, something is amiss in this world and whether you like it or not it has become part of your problem now...
Your survival is key.
You're kind of like a different kind of Alice.
Except you're not.
We'd start off with a couple of scenario's of how you get trapped in the mirror and from there we'll start, you will have to do some investigating in order to find out what occured or maybe you can try find one another. You could even go conquering, provided your bestowed alterations help you with that and try to overthrow good kings or evil tyrants as you go.
So my question to you is would you be interested?
The Other Side.
When our mirrors are more alive then we could possibly imagine.
Infact I’d say that we’re the dreary world in comparison to the bizarre world held beyond the glass Veil.
The idea:
In our case we’ll be confronted when the players get involved in or dragged into their own mirror.
I’d like to attempt to weave a tale of mystery, strange creatures, a different type of magic, adventure with a good splash of darkness and a pinch of horror. Hopefully we'll meet some enticing and terrifying villains along the way or maybe you'll even become one yourself.
After all, this world does alter you whether it would mean in sense of physicality, appearance or in powers.
It is a place where Stardust meets Abarat and Coraline meets the Dark Crystal.
But whatever the case, something is amiss in this world and whether you like it or not it has become part of your problem now...
Your survival is key.
You're kind of like a different kind of Alice.
Except you're not.
We'd start off with a couple of scenario's of how you get trapped in the mirror and from there we'll start, you will have to do some investigating in order to find out what occured or maybe you can try find one another. You could even go conquering, provided your bestowed alterations help you with that and try to overthrow good kings or evil tyrants as you go.
So my question to you is would you be interested?
Looking for people interested in playing an RP I call:
The Other Side.
When our mirrors are more alive then we could possibly imagine.
Infact I’d say that we’re the dreary world in comparison to the bizarre world held beyond the glass Veil.
The idea:
In our case we’ll be confronted when ‘the players’ get involved in or dragged into their own mirror. I’d like to attempt to weave a tale of mystery, strange creatures, a different type of magic, adventure with a good splash of darkness and a pinch of horror and hopefully enticing and terrifying villains. Something is amiss in this world though and whether you like it or not it has become part of your problem now...
Your survival is key.
You're kind of like a different kind of Alice.
Except you're not.
So my question to you is would you be interested?
(Don't mind the tabs/labels too much as they are not strong requirements, merely what you may encounter along the way....)
The Other Side.
When our mirrors are more alive then we could possibly imagine.
Infact I’d say that we’re the dreary world in comparison to the bizarre world held beyond the glass Veil.
The idea:
In our case we’ll be confronted when ‘the players’ get involved in or dragged into their own mirror. I’d like to attempt to weave a tale of mystery, strange creatures, a different type of magic, adventure with a good splash of darkness and a pinch of horror and hopefully enticing and terrifying villains. Something is amiss in this world though and whether you like it or not it has become part of your problem now...
Your survival is key.
You're kind of like a different kind of Alice.
Except you're not.
So my question to you is would you be interested?
(Don't mind the tabs/labels too much as they are not strong requirements, merely what you may encounter along the way....)
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