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Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Fer followed behind both brightly garbed and armored men in front of him. Ironically that he would take the back row being the wielder of the Legendary Shield. This made the young hero wonder, why had he been selected to carry such an artifact? It was not like he had ever worn or used something like that back on earth in his past life. He was a stealth warrior. The bow would have been more his tune. Now, he had to be the one in the front, visible to all, willingly be the one to take the hits. It made no sense.

He caught the movement as Cole drew the sword. Even in his timeline, the shield hero had always known that swords mean authority. From what he could remember from history, swords were the weapons of nobles, rich people, and influential people. It was the main weapon of knights and kings. It made sense that his partner had been chosen to wield it. His companion was heroic, noble and just. A sword was perfect for him.

Apparently, the people in the room agreed as there were excited whispers, approving nods, and cheers Even now, the Sword was being recognized as the weapon that would save them from the waves. Few eyes gave Fer a look. Those that did lingered with a suspicious or distasteful look on their eyes. It was almost as if his presence was not welcomed. The young shield did not care for attention. He felt more comfortable in the shadows.

The royal voice of the king presented them. Fer lifted both eyebrows in surprise that he had even been mentioned. That was something at least. Not that he cared for credit but he was hoping people were not going out of their way to discredit anything he did. Cole may be the face of the group but they were all a team. The last thing the young hero wanted was for his companion to feel that again he was being thrust into the leadership role.

Fer raised his hand to wave, not really knowing what to do and not to appear rude for the recognition. The shield hero almost bumped into his friend when Cole abruptly stopped as the shield was not paying attention where he was going. Even behind the pair in front of him, the wielder of the shield was able to see the regalia that adorned the king.

“This celebration must be more than just a thank you”. Fer thought. “The small party is probably hand picked. They will be the witnesses of the abilities of the heroes who are in the service of the king.” The young hero smirked. Young he may look but this king was no fool. Unlike Cole, the shield did not notice the tired eyes of a person burdened with the weight of the crown.

The young hero could not help but raise an eyebrow and offer a sardonic smile at the declaration of the king. He was praising them yes, but he was also advertising and perhaps warning. “Politics sure are a game I never wish to have to play directly. For now, I guess I will continue my role as pawn.” The young shield thought.

Fer joined in the applause that was the result of the great speech that held many lines to read between. “I wonder if our fans would have been so warm if we had failed. Or maybe they would just have found new heroes.” A gloomy thought appeared in his mind. There was still that itch that knowing a person before him had worn the shield. No one had mentioned that and Cole had only mentioned it in passing as if he had forgotten.

His musings came to an end when the king announced that there would be an addition to the party. His eyes eagerly took in their new would be companion. A hump came from his being when Fer saw that the person seemed to have animal features. He had seen the demi humans around the capital but he had never really been too close to one. They seemed to avoid crowded places, especially if the majority of the people were human. The animal like people used to keep their head down and avoid eye contact.

Fer would have been embarrassed if he realized he was openly staring. His eyes could not help but stick to the silvery hair of hers and those ears. Eventually he noticed her worn and tattered clothing. His brow furrowed. He hoped that poor girl had not volunteered out of need for food. The shield made it a point to figure out why the wolf? Girl had decided to join them on what could no doubt be a very dangerous assignment.

Something inside him made him notice that she was actually studying them. What was that Fer saw in her eyes…disillusionment? A slight smile appeared in the young man’s face. Yeah, I guess based on the stories he had heard, the heroes had big shoes to fill and big legends to live up to. He could not blame the raggedy girl for thinking them less than worthy. “Man is she going to be in for a surprise when she learns I am basically useless.” He snickered inside his mind.

The snicker went away as the girl stepped closer. Fer was captivated by her eyes. He seemed to be hypnotized. There was nothing like them in his Earth and he had never seen anything like them so far in this world. They were like two burning suns, shining. His mother had always told him that the eyes are the windows of the soul. If that was true, this wolf girl, for her ears seemed to be from some canine, had a spirit that could match any fire.

“Rivia Silvermane."

Her voice brought him out the trance and he cleared his throat figuring he would have to introduce himself at some point too. Fer watched her get on one knee and huffed out some air. “I hope the poor girl does not thing we are a pair of high born buffoons' or whatever. Well, the polite honorifics need to be performed I guess.” The hero realized Rivia was trying to be respectful.

"Rivia wishes to join your clan. Fight against the waves. Rivia is strong and willing to prove it."

Her statement brought a smile to his face. Yeah she was definitely brave. After all, few, even knights in the king’s service, had volunteered to be their companions. It had taken a holy warrior and now what seemed to be an indigenous person based on the way she addressed them. There was no way Fer could hide his pride. He remembered how villagers turned rebels had always been more than a handful for the organized armies of the government. Yes, this wolf girl would do be a welcome addition.

Jewel of the Skies

The Aether surged and pulsed. The Hellspawn was summoning huge amounts of energy. His Thread strained as he coaxed more and more energy from the surrounding skies. The aura around him was so charged that it was almost opaque instead of the usual translucent sheen. Eilis was sure to feel the power but should not feel fear by it. Instead, at this moment, he was akin to the power of a tornado or the magnificent of lighting.

Arn could feel the fear that emanated from his protégé not only because of his current connection to the Thread but also because of their own. He wanted to comfort her. To tell her that it would be ok. That he would protect her and no harm would come to her. In his mind, he saw the dark shadow of Tourmanaline. Even now, he could remember how the ancient mage’s power had felt. It had drawn him in. What sort of feats would he be able to do if he could tap into that power? What sort of awe inspiring feats would the dark mage be able to do through Arn?

Even amidst the chaos of the sky battle, though it was beginning to tell that the small pockets of resistance were slowly becoming less and less, the master mage found himself alone. Much like the way Eilis sensed spiritual energy like dots of light, currently, Arn could sense the tug and pull of those he was close to. Not far off, he could sense the battle raging on the deck of the mighty Viemese Imperator. Tobi’s bright energy seemed to be heading towards the red hot warrior energy of Tyrhallan.

At least the little fool was trying to follow his orders, The master mage thought. Eilis voice seemed to speak directly to his mind. The din of battle would have drown out her soft voice. Was this something to do with the fact that he felt closer to her due to the spirit communion with the dark being inside her? Was their Thread that much more intertwined. A sudden dark thought crossed his mind. What if the connection that had first drawn him to the lovely lady was not that of a soul mate but rather, the magnetism of the powerful entity inside her?

The Master Mage shook his head and closed his glowing eyes. He had to concentrate, already, his body was beginning to strain much the same like that of his young charge. The muscles of his shoulders, hands and fingers began to feel as if he had been digging through pebbles. However, the master mage was sure that his current pain was nothing compared to what the poor girl felt. This knowledge raised a need in his soul to free her from experiencing such pain again.

“You can’t fight if you have to do two things at the same time that are equally as taxing. I’ll guide Umbra, so you’ll be able to do whatever you have in mind.”

Arn nodded to the offer by the lovely blonde and relinquished the reins. On his left he saw the young female knight and close behind her the dusty hair of his young squad mate. In front of his, he saw Tyrhallan and the black armored brute fighting. It was now or never. Gritting his teetch as if he was trying to lift a great weight and letting out a roar as the energy was released from his hands like an avenging bolt of lighting. The energy surged forward in a zig zag pattern breaching the gap between Arn and the main bridge of the flying hulk.

The blue white energy that was released positively crackled and popped terrifyingly. The Master Mage’s body trembled as he fed more and more energy to the long column of electricity. The ozone became charged and hot. With a thunderous crash, the bolt of wild lighting hit the hull of the ship and made it groan. It even made it list slightly to one side. The unlucky occupants of the bridge were cooked alive as pure raw energy coursed through their bodies. Equipment and gear fared worse as they lost all power. The ship suddenly started to veer towards it port and down. Not even alarms sounded as the great metal hulk began to plummet.

Arn sank into the saddle behind Eilis utterly spent. He took ragged breaths as if he had just ran a great distance. His arms wrapped around the waist of his protégé seeking not only an anchor but also protectively. “I hope that is enough to pull the captain from the frey….If you see an opening Eilis, we must head out. I will not be much help for a little while.”

Tobi and Alexa had managed to land on the deck of the ship moments before the Hellspawn had released the fearsome bolt. Tyrhallan was doing well and the young mage hoped that the fight would soon be won. A shriek rang out to his left where Alexa had landed her wyrm. With an athletic hop she had gotten off her mount. Her pretty face was twisted in what looked like pain and horror. Being unable to just leave the flying vehicle he had commandeered, the dusty haired lad instead followed the path of her line of sight.

Suddenly, the reason for her distress was obvious. The elder knight who had inspired such vigor from the troops at the start of the battle was on the floor unmoving. A credit to his profession, the elder man had sunken down only to his knees and not fully succumbed. As Alexa reach the body and lifted up the grey head calling out desperately the old man’s name, it was obvious that little life, if any remained in the body of the elder Venray.

“General! GENERAL!!”

The wails came from the blonde lass. Suddenly, the electric bolt struck as if trying to avenge the death of the commander of the Belesian forces. The ship rocked and Fate Bringer began to slide off. The young knight made a grab for it, letting go of the General’s body that fell to the ground just as Tyrhallan looked back. Alexa’s hand closed on the grip of the sword as if the weapon was possessing her. It was believed, that the soul of a warrior rested on their weapon. With tears in her eyes, she propelled herself forward. “You dammed bastard! I’ll kill you!” Her voice called in challenge as she had to put effort in lifting the Venray blade over her head aiming to cleave Ravos from head to toe taking advantage of the slight opening caused by the sudden jerk.

The sword came down just as the ship began its downward descent. The anti-grav engines fleeting in and out of power. Hopefully, the Viemese knight would have to make a choice in either letting go of Tyrhallan and evading the blow or meet the sharp edge of the ancestral Venray blade.

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

@Lunarlord34 aww sorry to hear that you are feeling bad. I am sending good vibes your way. Looking forward to meeting the furry lol.

Jewel of the Skies

I will try to post something tonight. It may not be long but I will try to make it worth the wait. Glad to hear you love our RP. I hope I have been providing enough sustenance. if there is something you want to see from me please let me know.

Avalia

Time:7 PM
Location: River Port
Interactions:, Rue @Potter Bowyn @Helo
Equipment: basic travel pack, medical pack, and weapons. 839 Amas.

Foot Soldier Armor

Foot Soldier Shield

The young dwarf tried to read the expression on the two fairies as he revealed what had been revealed to him not a day before. He did not know what he expected but he knew that carrying the secret was too much for him even if it meant breaking protocol and endangering his mission. But then again, what was his mission? All that had been revealed to him was his parentage and the need for him to meet with the Light Elven Princess Annya Olsen.

He did not even know the contents of the letter that was in his hand. The young medic had obeyed fully like a true soldier. No questions asked. Why had he done that? Was the training all dwarves underwent so ingrained in his psyche that he could not help but follow the rules and regulations? Or had it been a way for him to conveniently fool himself that he had no choice? There was a sense of duty yes, but he could have performed that duty just as well doing the job he was trained to do instead of trying to take a crash course on being a royal prince.

So why had he decided to take this mission? Was he trying to gain the respect and prove himself worthy to a father he never knew and a King who he had never met? If that was the case, then he was indeed a fool. It almost felt as if he had revealed his identity to the two winter fairies as a way to hear what they had to say. His lack of social interactions other than those required in the healing and saving of patients was becoming painfully obvious.

The young would be prince could not have blamed Bowyn for his mistrust at his apparent duplicity. Right now, even Arn did not know who he was. Somehow the revelation of the blood that ran through is veins had disrupted the solid foundation that Thur had managed to build as his father. The roots that ran as deep as mountains now felt more brittle than dried clay. The young dwarf’s eyes reflected nothing but confusion and in small amounts, some sort of plea.

The medic in him would have laughed however at any assumptions that he would stay far from the battle. He had not earned his nick name by being passive and letting other fight his battles. Death’s Thorn was a call sign he had earned by literally pulling a victim from death’s jaws. One would actually say he was recklessly and foolishly brave. Running head long into a barrage of enemy fire or where battle was the fiercest to save people.

What the white haired lad got right however, was that Arn would not willingly enable or assist the fairy in any action that would cause death or harm, even if it was to the dark elves who had so willingly cut the neck of his step brother just a night ago. This stance had earned him much mistrust and ridicule amongst his own race, so it would not be so strange to received that from someone else.

“Well, excuse me for not bowing, your majesty. I would’ve preferred you a flock of pixies.”

A relieved chuckle began to escape Arn’s mouth as he thought hat Bowyn was being his usually irreverent self. He even managed to jokingly exclaim “No bow necessary Bowyn. I wish my secret was about a flock of pixies too…” he suddenly caught the look of distrust and judgment on his companion’s icy blue eyes. The brows on the young dwarf's face became furrowed in consternation. What was wrong? Why was Bowyn looking at him as if he was the enemy? The young medics brown eyes moved from the lad’s face to that of Rue’s hoping he did not find the same distrust in them.

Had he been wrong in revealing the secret? He had hoped that coming clean would actually elicit trust from the two winter fairies but it seemed to have done just the opposite. Apparently, his judgment was terrible. Not a good sign for somebody that might be a ruler some day….if they all survived to see that day come to pass that is.

“And after you find this elven princess, what are your plans then? Form an alliance and return home? What use do you have in mind for a couple of winter faery? A place within the dwarven army perhaps? Or maybe offer us up to the elf as a gift?”

The bitterness in the questions of Bowyn fired at him stung like actual wounds. His mouth opened to defend himself to put his companions at ease but only managed to blubber a few unintelligible sounds. The young soldier blinked his eyes rapidly as if trying to focus his thoughts. Finally, he clasped his mouth close, took a deep breath with his eyes closed and then after a few breaths he opend his eyes and the calm Arn was back.

“Bowyn, I truly apologize for having offended in you. It was not my intention. I revealed the information in a selfish desire to have others share the burden that it weighed in my heart. If you permit me to answer your questions. I think we all have vehemently established that I have no idea what I will say or do when I meet the princess. That is the quandary how we met. I hope that what is inside this letter can help with that.” He held up the letter that had been give to him and shrugged.

“Perhaps that is a foolish faith to place on written word. I am afraid that returning home may not be an option though based on what I think many of us saw advertised on the sky alliances would not be out of the question.” The young medic took another long breath. He needed to quell the raging storm of emotions in his soul.

He truly did not understand why Bowyn had felt so attacked at this revelation. Worse still, were the implications the last three questions posed. It implied that Arn had willingly deceived them for some nefarious end. As if still hearing the questions on his mind he shook his head. “There is nothing that I would require of you other than your company. That has not changed Bowyn. I know it is null to say this but you need not worry about any harm on my part.” The young dwarf shrugged. “Though I must honestly say that offering you as a gift had not even crossed my mind.”

He stood up from the chair he had been sitting while detailing his secret. “If you feel that you are not able to trust me to continue travelling with me, I completely understand and will hence depart. This war will already have distrust and fear running rampant. I will not be the reason why two considerate fairies have to watch their back.” The young medic bowed slightly and turned to exit.

His heart was heavy and he would be lying to himself it he did not admit that a rejection from the two winter fairies did not hurt him more than it should have. Why had he invested so much in this chance partnership? It was unfair of him to put such expectation on two fairies he had just met. There was something about the seemingly fate like encounter. It was folly after all. Perhaps he had hoped that he would not have to face the magnitude of his new heritage and the implication of doing what he could to not only safe guard his race but in some way help those that this war would harm, to include the two white haired travellers. And their little wolf too.

Jewel of the Skies

I hope your holding on cause it's going to be double the trouble. ;P

@deia876lat

lol you are killing me smalls...I hope not literally though we have had a good run lol.

Jewel of the Skies

Oh no, now we have some dark sisters on the loose? lol.

Avalia

Time:7 PM
Location: River Port
Interactions:, Rue @Potter Bowyn @Helo
Equipment: basic travel pack, medical pack, and weapons. 809 Amas.

Foot Soldier Armor

Foot Soldier Shield

The pretty winter fairy lass offered him such a wide beautiful smile that Arn could not help but mimic the action. It looked weird on his face though. Dwarves don’t tend to smile and only show their mirth in rowdy guffaws and loud chortles. His new discovery that was spreading across his face was short lived however by Bowyns well aimed retort.

“Arn, if you’re uncomfortable with a lady paying your way just say so.”

The suggestion confused the young soldier. He had not implied he felt any sort of awkwardness or misgivings at a lady purchasing him items. Despite the dwarven race strong affinity for rules and regulations steeped in custom and ritual, equality could be seen as men and women served side by side locking shields or forging them.

He was about to reply that he was just trying to follow Bowyn’s previous statement regarding throwing money around and accepting gifts from people he hardly knew. Did that rule only apply to the dwarf? Arn knew that dealing with other cultures would lead to misunderstandings but he had hoped he could be a quick study. Based on the tone in the white haired lad’s tone, he was not doing so good. So, instead of voicing his confusion he just gave the fairy an understanding nod.

“Politeness is a waste of time. Just be honest, direct, and anyone who holds that against you isn’t worth the time.”

The frown of confusion only deepened on the young dwarf’s face as Bowyn continued. How was politeness a waste of time? He felt Rue deserved being addressed with consideration. She was after all a lady. The other thing that confused him was that he felt he WAS being direct and honest. He had told them no lie. He had not offered any hidden motives. Dwarves prided themselves in their honesty and logical outlook. In fact, it was this very ethic that prevented any emotional damage from the blunt young fairy.

“You are correct about being direct and honest Bowyn. However, I disagree with you in the matter of politeness. This sentiment is the bare minimum of consideration for a fellow sentient being. If one can’t even endeavor to do that then the higher requirements of respect, friendship, and love would be harder to achieve.” The medic shrugged. “That is of course, my own view. You need not agree or share it. Nor I do I have to do the same to yours though knowing it is appreciated.”

The dwarf followed the pair of Winter fairies as he had done from their arrival, a few steps behind. He felt that those onlookers would bypass him to gawk at the attractive pair before him. Why look at a short stocky man when they could gaze upon the ivory like skin and snowy hair. The eyes of both were very stark too. Rue’s held a glimmer of joy that was contagious. In the same manner, the darkness that inhabited Bowy’s hues was haunting. There were scars there that matched or were greater than those in the lad’s back.

The Inn by the Sea was no fancy or impressive building. After all, it was meant to house travelers or sea farers. The walls were sturdy and based on the ruckus at the tavern area, the drinks were stout. The young soldier did not say anything when Rue paid for their rooms. He wanted to show the fiery ice lad that he had not issues with being gifted and definitely by a lady. Indeed, Arn made it a point to show his gratitude. “Thank you for the kind gesture miss Rue. You must allow me to treat you both.” He looked in Bowyn’s direction to show he meant to include the lad. “To the next meal, whatever that maybe. I intend to eat after our conversation. Now that my stomach has settled from the trip, I feel famished.” A polite smile was offered.

Again he followed the fairies who in turn followed the Innkeeper upstairs towards their room. The white haired lad would be surprised to know that Arn also enjoyed the outside. Having been a soldier for decades, there were very few times he had been the pleasure of a bed. Even now, his pack held his sleeping blanket and pad. The dwarf had always pondered looking at the sky overhead. The cold environment of the mountains sometimes lent themselves for skies so clear it seemed as if you were looking at a glass ceiling.

Walking behind the pair, the young medic could not detect the tensing of the winter fairy lad. Now that he thought about it, Rue had only paid for two rooms….It was only logical that the two males would sleep in the same room. Had this been done on purpose by the lovely lass? Of the three, she seemed to the be the most cheery. Was she trying to force interaction between the two boys? Arn shook his head. He was overthinking this. The winter lady probably did it out of habit. What would Bowyn think? Perhaps he should rent his own room. But would this be an affront to Rue who as so happy to pay for their berthing? Again, the dwarf shook his head as if it was being plagued by mosquitoes.

If he had known that Bowyn had been considerate enough to swallow his own discomfort in favor of those of his companions, a smile would have appeared on the young soldier’s face. His gut told him that Bowyn’s behavior was a shield to keep others out and to protect himself from further pain. This meant that the pain the young lad had already experienced was so great that there was need to prevent any further intrusion. The trio finally arrived at the room. He followed the two fairies and the wolf in.

The beast was so well behaved that it deserved praise. There was almost a humanoid intelligence. Except for the odd following of it’s nose, Moony seemed to be quite at home indoors. At least, to the dwarf who did not know him. He figured a wild animal would be scared or at the least cautious but perhaps the happy attitude of Rue was felt by the wolf. After all, it was believed that animals could sense feelings. No sooner had they all settled down and the door closed behind them, than Bowyn asked directly again.

“So what’s the big secret, Arn? Are you actually fifty pixies hiding in a dwarf outfit?”

Arn shook his head. “No secret Bowyn. At least, nothing as comical as what you suggest.” The young dwarf offered both faries a slight smile to show he was trying to be relaxed and open with them. He proceeded to tell them about his new found parentage and the mission he had been given. “The reason why I withheld information was due to not being too sure if I could trust you. However, my gut is telling me that in this time, we need to learn to trust.” He shrugged. “So now you know, I apologize if my mistrust offended you.” He waited. Wondering what sort of reaction his story would have from them.

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

@TheMerlin Would the current Dragonier's know Agememnar personally perhaps? Like did they all go to the same academy or is each nation responsible for training their own dragoniers?

If so, Would my rider have known Queen Sifa? I did not know how elite our rider's were. Maybe even a caste like the samurai? I am guessing since the age of peace the numbers had dwindled some since there is not really any need for them.

I was wondering if my character was not on good terms with the rest of the Elven nobles and dragoniers because he decided to rescue the Priestesses that ministered to the World Tree, mainly his sister.

Jewel of the Skies

BTW no Hiatus for me. I was not advanced so no worries about six weeks absence lol