Omni5876

Jewel of the Skies

The Master Mage was conflicted. On the one hand, before him stood a terrifying visage of a person who he had bonded with and who he care for very much yet was not truly Eilis. This visage was a darker manifestation that overtook the poor girl and he knew was something that probably frightened his protégé at not being able to control it.

On the other hand, his inquisitive mind wanted to find out more of this alter ego. How had it come to be? Was it perhaps the darker nature of the beautiful and kind lass he knew? Was it perhaps the thing that needed to be bound by the magical tattoos covering his charge’s body? All these question begged to be asked and answered. Yet, all he could do was look on.

The sheer power that this dark Eilis wielded sent a shiver of fear and excitement down the spine of the mage. A small part of him was jealous, another marveled at the feat as he saw the destruction of the frigate in front of them as it was nothing more than tin foil. The magic energies around her screaming as the Aether was manipulated and the Thread itself could do nothing but bend to her will.

What finally got Arn out of his trance was the wet speck of blood that was running down the delicate arms of the lovely blonde girl. The strain of both commanding such powerful magic and the binds etched on her body, very much damaging his companion.

When dark Eilis, though was this a proper description seeing how bright she was glowing as the Aether itself coated her, spoke it was not with the same melodic voice he was used to. The dissonant sound appeared to him as if two people were trying to talk at once and the sound was clashing. It also sounded somewhat distant as if the speaker was in a sort of long corridor.

Destruction, different than the normal battle carnage, was right before him. Even the Archmage would be hard pressed to wield such might with such ease. Indeed, it would have taken a group of powerful casters to toss around a frigate as the shadow of his companion had just done. The words that the being spoke also sounded so alien to the usual caring and shy Eilis.

This Eilis knew its power and was not afraid to use to a deadly effect. Arn, having witnessed countless deaths, some at his own hand, could not help but wince as the poor offending mage broke like a rag doll.

“You’re the one she wants…Firemage…you’re the one that defied me before…”

Arn returned her stare, though in his eyes tender concern could be seen. His voice was calm and confident but also caring. “I do not defy you. I am just trying to protect her, Eilis. You, whomever you are, command a power that is too much for such a fragile vessel. I do not mean you any harm because I want no harm to fall on Eilis. Look…” he slowly lifted up a hand that had some of her blood that had collected in his palm. His other hand was still wrapped around Eilis’s waist. “I am not sure what would happen to you if Eilis dies or her body is damaged. I care not what happens to me, just please let me help her and by extension, help you.”
It was the Master Mage’s turn to look at this bright persona. This was the second time he had witnessed her. What made it appear? Was Eilis somehow unconsciously summoning it? Why and how was it able to wield such power? Did that dark haired witch and her coven were somehow responsible for this? So many questions which Arn hoped he would live long enough to ask much less answer.

Dragonier (Medieval Fantasy, Dragon Riders, Magic, War)

@TheMerlin just letting you know I am still here buddy. will read up on all your hard work. Please let me know if my Character needs more to flesh it out.

Avalia

Time: 10am
Location: Gakhumi’s Tavern - Ironhold
Interactions: Rue @Potter Bowyn @Helo
Equipment:. basic travel pack, medical pack, foot soldier armor, foot soldier shield and weapons. 849 Amas

The young medic had no idea that the white haired lad was having some sort of identity crisis. If he had, then he would have bought more ale and joined him. Since the revelation that he was the bastard son of the King, he had felt lost. As a dwarf, he had felt anger at the sight of the prince being killed but it had been more out of respect for all life. The long miles between Thur’s estate and the dwarven capital had filled his head with the shifting paradox that the murder of technically his half brother was and should be much more personal.

Yet, he could not bring himself to be a captive of anger and have his decisions tainted by that feeling. This made the young soldier question himself. Was he not truly the by default heir? Perhaps that is why the King h had sent him on this solo secret mission. Perhaps that is why he ha to prove himself because at face value he was not worthy of becoming the next in line to the throne. What was worse is the question of if he even wanted to be.

Arn sighed as he took a drink. He could see that his companion was battling internally, the worse type of struggle. There was no way to back him up to stand next to him and face whatever it was together. There was not medical support for the pain and definitely no reinforcements would be coming. As a medic, being unable to help was the hardest part of his job. But also as a medic, he knew that just being there and walking a mile with the person helped immensely.

“What makes you think either of us knows how to meet royalty? Or that we even need Biren welcome or permission for anything? Last I checked none of us are light elves and I certainly bow to no royals.”

The newly discovered prince smiled behind his mug. Had his and the white haired lad’s introduction not been due to the fairy saying he knew how to meet royalty? The effects of alcohol and whatever other substance the lad had taken were certainly taking effect. The young soldier merely shrugged. He had known in his heart that Bowy’s claim had been nothing more than drunken exaggeration and the young lass also seemed to be more of a humble traveler than anything. However, he had felt so alone that he had desired company.

“Mister Bowyn, it was a long shot. You see I need to hold an audience with Princess Annya. The reason and cause I am afraid I can’t disclose to you yet as our acquaintance is just in its infancy. However, as you stated, neither I nor the Princess hold any sway over your decision. Also, as previously stated, if we three just happen to be travelling in the same direction, I would more than welcome the company.” He finished the last bit of mead in his mug and set the wooden tankard down. Thanks to his dwarven resilience, those two drinks were nothing more than refreshment. True dwarves required almost a whole keg to themselves which is why most taverns and bars were 90% warehouse and only 10% customer establishment.

“I thought you were with the army here?”

Bowyn was experiencing the effect of alcohol but he was still observant. Who knew how much more his mental acuity could be when he was not delayed due to drink. Arn let out a long sigh. “Ah, yest that. You are correct. I am or was with the army here. My enlistment actually just finished about a week or so ago. Given the circumstances we all experienced in the past few days, I was going to reenlist. The legions will no doubt mobilize in what seems like an inevitable war. However, due to other circumstances, I must now meet up and offer my services to Princess Annya. I know my answer is much too cryptic and I do apologize I am not able to elaborate at this time.” He looked at his time piece and began to gather his things. The medic began wondering if walking around in legion issued gear was the best thing. In this type of mission, he would have to be more discreet.

“Better not keep Moony waiting, we can all walk and talk at the same time.”

The soldier shouldered his gear and giving a final nod to the bar tender. He followed the pair out. He had not tried to help the lad walk as Dwarves often were drunk and it was an unwritten rule that to help a stumbling dwarf was an insult. So the young medic applied that social convenant to the fairies.

Arn himself was having the same doubts Rue was regarding being able to achieve an auduece let alone have their offer of help accepted. As a common foot soldier, he had not even met a Sun Elf. His days had been spent in the field near the Orc frontier tending to those who had been injured in the ever present struggle for land and dominance between his own people and the green skinned brutes.

Sunlight greeted the soldier as he stepped over the threshold of the tavern and rejoined the world outside. He felt a pang of concern and if he was honest, fear. Being on the outise of the tavern made his current situation more real. He was heading towards a situation he had not trained for trying to take over a life he had not lived. As a soldier, you got your marching orders and you marched. But now, there was no clear end state, no clear direction only an ideal. The young dwarf too a deep breath.

Arn had no idea who Moony was but he was not expecting a wolf. He raised an eyebrow in surprise. There seemed to be intelligence behind those eyes. Perhaps more than some dwarves he had met in the legions. “um, that is Moony I assume?” The medic asked nodding in the general direction of the wolf. “I suggest we head on over to the Helius plataform before anybody takes any interest in a wolf roaming freely inside the Iron Curtain.”

He started walking towards the flying craft’s station then stopped. “um, that is if you plan on still travelling in that direction.” He was not sure what else to say so he walked normally. He hoped that the trio of interesting people would decide to follow him. Their company would serve as a distraction from the dark thoughts that waited on the outskirts of his conscious ready to pounce if he gave them enough attention.

Avalia

Time: 10am
Location: Gakhumi’s Tavern - Ironhold
Interactions: Rue@Potter Bowyn @Helo
Equipment:. basic travel pack, medical pack, foot soldier armor, foot soldier shield and weapons. 830 Amas

The young soldier watched the interaction between the two fairies with interested. He could tell that there seemed to be some history there. The lad’s fair face painted with a myriad of emotions before setting again. Arn was not the most savvy when it came to matters of relationships. His duties as a medic allowed him to meet many people but he did not form any bonds due to his very real fear of losing them to death. The dwarven soldier's line of work lent itself for these types of situations. The look on the lad’s face, one of worry and concern for his acquaintance, gave off a hint that it was not that much different that Arn’s own misgivings.

The medic was thankful for his training and experience in the battle field. He had nursed many soldiers back form the brink of death and he had helped many more pass on to the eternal feast on the halls of their forebears. It never became easier. Yet, it had allowed him to be empathetic of emotional distress as much as physical distress. The wounds of the soul were harder to mend than those of the body and it had much longer implications.

“Bowyn, winter fairy and provider of poor advice. If you're going to help the light elves, I wish to join.”

Arn raised his own tankard and nodded with a slight smile towards the fairy. He took a gulp of his own drink to show comradery but he could not help to think that a man who so readily takes to the drink and so readily runs towards battle is actually fighting a different type of war. One that the young dwarf knew could not be won without self forgiveness.

The medic watched the interaction between the two over the rim of his tankard. He blended into the background knowing that the history that the two shared needed to be reconciled before anything else happened. Bowy’s speech gave many answers to the questions that had started to form in the analytical mind of the young solider.

He imagined that a fairy loosing their wings was equivalent to a dwarf having to shave his beard after they had brought shame to their family. It was like loosing a part of oneself. It would explain the mental state of the lad. He felt bad for the lad but he wondered why he would think that the lass, if she was truly his friend, would care?

The softness in his white haired companion’s voice betrayed a concern and closeness with the young lady that touched Arn. The question was not a simple small talk question. It carried with it a desire to hear that the other was well and safe. A sentiment that was doubly valuable with the impending war looming over every one’s head.

Rue’s bubbly and sweet personality was one that would make sense to want to protect. The horrors of war could easily change that positive outlook. Arn wondered if perhaps Bowyn had been like her once. A great pang of regret filled the dwarf and he took another swig of his drink to push the knot he felt starting to form in his stomach. He knew it was wistful thinking trying to protect or heal everybody but he could not help it.

When the food arrived, and thankfully more drink, he slipped some coins to the bar maid. He figured he was the unofficial host seeing that the two fairies were in his home turf. He also slipped an extra ama to the perceptive bar maid for bringing another round of drinks. It would certainly help judging by the direction he conversation was going.

To preempt any argument about the bill, the young medic gently pushed the amas back towards Rue and he raised a tankard. “I hope you don’t mind but I insist you let the drink and food be my treat. Consider it me paying back the pleasure of your company. To both of your health.” He said downing a good gulp of mead.

He whipped his mouth and then set his drink down. “Now, Mister Bowyn, you mentioned accompanying me and joining in the fight. Honestly, I can’t really prevent you from travelling where you wish. IF that be in the same direction as I then that is just coincidence. If I am completely honest, I would welcome the company.” He turned and smiled awkwardly to Rue. “Yours as well of course miss”

Clearing his throat he continued. “It was not in jest when I asked you how one goes about meeting royalty.” His face lost a bit of its smile. The task that he had been given was simple enough. Meet up with Princess Annya and offer her any help she required. The execution of that mandate however, was going to be harder than he figured.

He looked at Bowyn. “If nothing else, I am sure that Princess Annya would welcome your assistance. I fear that troops will mobilize soon.” His countenance fell even more. The legions would more than likely start moving. Dwarves were not well equipped at fighting magic in the open field but he was sure that the upper leadership would provide some soldiers to the alliance while the Homeguard safe guarded the motherland.

“I do not mean to be rude, but while I truly do relish the pleasure of meeting you. I fear that I do not have as much time as I would like to sit here and get to know each other. I must catch a Helius to River Port. As I have already stated, I would be more than happy to have you as travelling companions.”

The young soldier offered them a warm smile. He was not truly sure why he was inviting them on this secret mission but it could be that he was still rocked by the discovery of his heritage and the sudden weight on his shoulders. He felt alone and somehow he felt that fate had brought him and these two fairies together.

expenses

Items bought:
Meal-5 Amas
Drinks X 5-5 Amas
Tip-1 Ama
Total expenditure=11 Amas

Jewel of the Skies

Now what could be happening here hmm?
Before you ask Arn can tell something is amiss with Eilis, but he can't see what she sees. He just feels her energy is disturbed.
But the battlefield will demand your time as you fly into the warzone again, so questions later...provided that we all make it.
(And no that is not a joke, now don't fret about right or wrong ways to go at this, all I am saying is like a real war the stakes are high.)

@deia876lat

I am so sorry. I feel that you have been carrying the brunt of this RP lately. I just dont know how to best story tell this. I will try to post Tobi's version too. I understand about risks but I hope that my actions make sense. I am working under the assumption that even when she is in that persona, Arn still has some sort of connection to her. I am also inferring that she must run out of power eventually or her body get exhausted enough to make her pass out.

Please let me know any advice you have cus I dont want to feel like my posts are just reactionary and not contributing much to the story you are so marvelously painting.

Jewel of the Skies

Through their connection, Arn could feel that something was bothering his protégé. But he figured it could be distress from riding in the back of a wyrm charging head long into an aerial battle as munitions and lighting flashed all around them. Also, he was too concentrated on helping his pride inflicted friend.

If he master mage had paid more attention, he would have been able to perhaps sense that there was something tainting the Aether. He was too focused on navigating the battle that when he felt her jump he thought it was due to the loud explosions around them. He noticed her look back at him. Leaning close he called out to her. “Worry not, we will gather our Knight Captain and be gone. The Imperials have the Belisian troops to deal with and our mounts are fast.” Noticing the fear in her eyes he leaned even closer and told her in a reassuring voice. “I will protect you.”

“There he is on the left,”

He sweet voice rang out just barely over the loud battle. He felt her guidance and he maneuvered their mount in the direction he felt led to. The master mage wondered how she was able to do that. He would have many questions for her when they had the chance. For now, he just steeled his face and kept them moving forward as fast as they could. He noticed the red armor of their benefactor and dove towards it.
In his eagerness, he neglected to check his surroundings. Had it not been for Eilis reaction, they would have certainly been knocked out of the air from the flaming boulder. He felt the pull of magic and looked down to see the effects of that manipulation on the binds of the fair lady. He cursed himself at his folly that the young lady paid in pain. He heard her gasp. His worried voice tried to call out to her.

“Eilis, what is wrong?”

The anti air craft explosion made the Wyrm screech as the contusion of the burst almost sent the riders flying off the saddle. “Fuck!” Arn growled as he held Eilis close trying to keep her in the saddle. She seemed to have spaced out, which worried the master mage. He could feel energy flowing in the Thread but he could not sense anything else.

“Arn, do what you do best…and don’t worry I’ll be fine.”

Her reassurances did not really reassure him but he could not falter now. She was right, he needed to get Tyrhallan and get them all out of there. So he nodded and offered her a reassuring smile. She was trying to be brave and the mage would not dishonor her attempt.

Again the Master Mage caught sight of their red armored target and was stirring their mount towards the Knight Captain when all of a sudden, his charge all but pulled the reins from his hands. “What the hell!” Arn exclaimed looking down at his partner. He felt the strong manipulation of the Thread. “Eilis!...” he was calling out but it was two late. It all happened simultaneousl in slow motion before his eyes. He recognized Tobi’s sandy blonde hair and saw the nearby small ship firuing upon them all. He saw the flash of light and instantly remembered it from the night before.

“You will pay for your insolence…”

Arn’ stomach clenched in horror. The great amount of magic that Eilis had manipulated had seemed to once again released whatever hidden persona lived inside his charge. He wondered what he should do. He needed to get Eilis out of her trance but how? He knew their connection was not strong enough for him to just shut her down. Instead, knowing that she was an asset at the moment, he concentrated hard providing a suggestion into he mind of his protégé. He would let this persona take her revenge on the Imperials, hoping that the exertion would also weaken her enough for him to apply more pressure.

“There, take those out” He pointed and showed her with his mind’s eye the location that would be most damaging to the weapons and the small ship. He turned then to Tobi. “Tobi! It is not safe near us right now. Go and get Tyrhallan. I will join up with you once I have this sorted.”

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Fer did not know exactly how potions worked. He did not have a gaming system in his time and he definitely have never played games with such mechanics. All he knew was that perhaps it would help with healing this companion in some way. Regarding time and how it actually would help with that healing was completely new to him.

What he did know is that it would not be instantaneous, so when Cole valiantly tried to protect him, it irritated the young hero a bit. He was tankful to his friend for the assist but Fer’s one and only duty was to absorb the hits. There should not be any mundane or even magically enhanced weapons that could cut through the Legendary Shield.

“Damn it Cole. I am the one who is supposed to be covering your back man. Let me do my job.” Fer said in an irritated tone. He was not truly upset at Cole, but his friend looked very hurt and the young man had lost many people in his life already. He was not about to lose people in this world either.

"So you got my right arm so what? Just because I got careless against you bastards doesn't mean I'm going to die just yet. A warrior of the Colosseum dies on their feet fighting or not at all."

The young shield hero took his post next to the Sword again. He called out to Rayla “Nobody has to die at all. You could have surrendered and come with us. We were never given the order to kill you but I knew full well that your damn pride and ego would lead to this. I don’t have anything against you but when you kill farmers who have not done anything to you or try to kill me or my friends. That is when I have a problem.”

"Damn it...still dizzy...she's injured...we can take her alive if she loses enough blood."

Fer turned to his friend. “Yeah, I know buddy. Let me make an opening for you then you blast her with one of your strikes.” He suddenly rushed forward, his shield in front of him looking to ram into the bandit leader. His aim was to use his higher strength to pin Rayla into a wall. If she managed to out flank him, that would give either Auriel or Cole an opening.

It was not the best of ideas, but like Cole had suggested, time was the only thing that the trio could hope to help them in this situation. It was obvious the ex gladiator was not going to go down without a fight and she was putting a pretty good one. Fer hoped that the toughness of the shield and his own enhanced strength would be able to stand up against a much faster and much more experienced opponent.

Avalia

Time: Morning 10 AM
Location:Ironhold Gakhumi’s Tavern
Interaction: @Helo Bowyn & @Potter Rue
Equipment: basic travel pack, medical pack, foot soldier armor, foot soldier shield and weapons. 800 Amas

Mead trickled down the young corporal’s throat as he remembered the events of his meeting with the dwarven king. He had never even met the general of his battalion as a lowly medic, so he was glad for the stoic training that allowed all dwarves to be able to face down a horde of charging orcs as if their faces were cut from the mountain that held their beloved Ironhold. The air in the small council chamber he had met the king and just three other people, had been so heavy that it could have converted coal into diamonds.

The poor medic had heard carefully the quick back story as to how he was blood related to the imposing king. His eyes had widened at the indiscretion of his otherwise saintly mother. It was hard for him to believe that somebody as pure as the woman who had raised him had committed such a faux pas. Verna must have really loved the king to do something so scandalous.

Arn held his father, (step father) in much higher esteem. Not once had any differing attitude towards him when growing up. Even now, as they prepared to have a little girl, Thur had shown him nothing but love and kindness as if the young corporal had come from his own seed. It was actually because of his urging that he had come to Ironhold in the first place.

While the young dwarf had seen the broadcast like many other, it had not felt personal. He was only a nameless cog in the war machine. He knew that the army would mobilize which is why he had taken some leave to come home and tell his parents he would aid in the war effort by reenlisting. Thur of course had been proud and Verna had been the worried mother.

In comparison, the king had shown no concern or care for the young medic’s feelings. He was briefed what was necessary and then assigned a mission. This did not feel like a family reveal but rather a suicide mission. He had been given all the responsibility of all of a sudden belonging to the royal family without the benefits as he was ordered to not reveal his parentage to any other than Lady Annya herself.

There was another groan that escaped the soldier as he sat there drinking his mead. He was not drinking it to forget as he was to immediately embark on his new mission, but rather, it was to aid him in his deliberation. He had to come up with a plan. He always came up with a plan. War had already been declared and sealed in blood.

There was no hope of negotiation. I had been lack of communication that had led to such an act. Perhaps if he managed to somehow find, and join Princess Annya, he could steer her into a more peaceful approach. But he knew that this would be like trying to dam a raging river with sticks at first. It was clear that sadness, turned to rage and rage to death. Often the death of peace and joy inside a person. Even when that blood debt should be paid, there is only emptiness that remains.

Again the young corporal groaned as he knew the long hard road in front of him. Yet, like any forced march, all one could do was keep their head down and put one foot in front of the other. He was about to take another swig of his mead when some one bumped his arm causing it to spill. The young dwarf promptly up righted his tankard and looked at the stumbling person who promptly sat in the seat across from him.

His medic eyes immediately registered the man to be completely inebriated but something in his pupils told the trained dwarf that perhaps there was something else in side the man’s system .There was a sadness in the man’s eyes that mixed with, probably a mind altering, substance. The slurred speech produced nothing but drunken nonsense. Or was it nonsense? Apparently, he had heard Arn ponder out loud. There was a saying amongst dwarves that children and drunken men tell no lies.

The man had a point, the light elves had been the leaders in dishing out reparations in the last war, or so he had heard. The rest of the races were content to rebuild and did not want any of the nasty trouble of the aftermath. Much death had happened on both sides but perhaps the light elves felt the dark elves had not paid enough of penitence.

The young corporal after a few seconds of scrutiny produced a wide smile. Though the man looked rough and the worse for wear, there seemed to be no malice in the icy blue eyes. “Hail there friend. You offer some sage advice. Though I feel that we can’t place all blame on the light elves. You are correct in your assumption that I am geared for battle.” He looked at his own mug which was emptying. While he did not want the man to get alcohol poisoning, he also knew that he was not in any position to convive him otherwise so instead he signaled the bar maiden for another round for the two of them as he continued talking.

“Before I answer your other inquiries, allow me to introduce myself. I am Arn Thurson, medic of the second infantry battalion….” He was still talking when a lady’s voice interrupted him. The dwarf turned to look upon a pretty face with ice blue eyes framed by white hair with purple hints. He swallowed hard at such cutness. “Um Hi…” he said curiously then stood up respectfully and offered the lady his own chair. “I am assuming you two know each other. Please join us.”

The young medic removed his tankard, which the bar tender had just deposited there a few seconds before, from his old spot and moved to a spot on the table between them. Arn waited until the bartender was out of ear shot and then addressed both of them again. “It is a pleasure to meet you both. As I was saying. I am Arn Thurson, a medic.” He turned to the lady, “your friend here was giving me some advice on how one goes about meeting Sun Elf royalty.”

Realizing he was talking to a lady he lowered his head shyly and instead turned to the silver haired lad. “I would very much like to know who I have the pleasure of meeting if you don’t mind.” He gave him a pleasant smile. Then with a meeker tone and smile he half turned to the fairy lass. “Um, and you too miss if possible.”

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

if i'm feeling decent tomorrow I'll try to get out a post. I'm sick and tired of this fucking chest pain.

@vancexentan

dang bro. sorry to hear that. speaking for myself, please take care, the RP can wait. Your health is more important. I can keep the others entertained with my witty personality. lol. Are any of yall on discord? My discord ID is OMNI#7022. Add me yo! lol

Jewel of the Skies

Hey I posted. sorry it is too short. I feel I am not providing much to the RP recently.

regarding the RL issues. I am sorry. As a supervisor myself I hate it when some simple issues are not handled correctly. I feel that I owe my personnel the ability to do their job without me throwing wrenches in them. I exist to guide and train them but I should give them the freedom and trust of doing their job.