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The Winged Defenders' keep was certainly something to behold, rivaling even the opulent palaces of the Five Kings. It certainly had an impression on Sabine when he first arrived, mainly that it was still seemed so grand despite being a bit more practical that a fanciful showpiece. He'd spent most of his time in Tur in the keep for his training, with only a few ventures out to wander the country, as he's only been in the Kingdom for a few month longer than he's been training. It had been initially hard to find as not many of Tur's citizens were all that willing to give direction to a foreigner from the Main.
Yet now here he was, sure they probably didn't expect he'll be chosen by a dragon but still here he was, at least he had a shot.
He had been out when they recalled him, another one of his trips just to see the land but once he'd received the summons he began the trek back to the village. After an uneventful ride he was back to find some new activity in the village, he already knew what is was about though: there was to be another rite soon. It seemed that there were going to be more recruits returned and with there not being much time he decided against returning to his room and opted to wait at the bar and headed that way. that's when he noticed someone he hadn't seen around before. A man about his age wearing armor with the queen's symbol on it, new recruit it seemed. He went over to a seat near him and greeted the man, Mainlander accent in his voice as he spoke "greetings, friend" he made a gesture to the barmaid, ordering his usual drink "you're a new one, da? and a rite so soon. Anxious?" he took his drink from the maid and awaited a reply.
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Yet now here he was, sure they probably didn't expect he'll be chosen by a dragon but still here he was, at least he had a shot.
He had been out when they recalled him, another one of his trips just to see the land but once he'd received the summons he began the trek back to the village. After an uneventful ride he was back to find some new activity in the village, he already knew what is was about though: there was to be another rite soon. It seemed that there were going to be more recruits returned and with there not being much time he decided against returning to his room and opted to wait at the bar and headed that way. that's when he noticed someone he hadn't seen around before. A man about his age wearing armor with the queen's symbol on it, new recruit it seemed. He went over to a seat near him and greeted the man, Mainlander accent in his voice as he spoke "greetings, friend" he made a gesture to the barmaid, ordering his usual drink "you're a new one, da? and a rite so soon. Anxious?" he took his drink from the maid and awaited a reply.
@my Lalia
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During the trek Lothian tried to gather the names of some of the party that he didn't yet know and shared his as well. He didn't keep for much conversation on the road though and eventually went much quieter and put his hood up as the road got more populated, trying to avoid the looks he'd inevitably receive. He was silently thankful for the Templar, as most of the traffic wanted to avoid the party because of him.
When they stopped he was ready to answer in favor of continuing through the forest almost as soon as Val started talking but then they heard screams. He began scanning the treeline after the first scream, his eyes never left it even as he dismounted along with Val. In the short tense silence after the second scream he actually chuckled "Heh, normally I'm the thing haunting the woods" but quickly shut up as the creature appeared.
He readied his crossbow and took aim as the corrupt wolf began to charge. Targeting it's untainted side he released a few shots, hoping to weaken it's charge if he could not kill it.
Keenan had been mostly silent during the trip but as he faced down a charging scorn-wolf he sighed and muttered "aren't these adventures suppose to start with rats?" still he had stepped forward, blades drawn, and braced against the wolf's charge, sharp parts forward and ready to throw a kick to the underside of it's jaw when it got close.
All the while he could feel the Fae manipulating dark magic behind him, the presence of the shared magic tickling at his back but with a short huff he kept his focus on the creature before him.
When they stopped he was ready to answer in favor of continuing through the forest almost as soon as Val started talking but then they heard screams. He began scanning the treeline after the first scream, his eyes never left it even as he dismounted along with Val. In the short tense silence after the second scream he actually chuckled "Heh, normally I'm the thing haunting the woods" but quickly shut up as the creature appeared.
He readied his crossbow and took aim as the corrupt wolf began to charge. Targeting it's untainted side he released a few shots, hoping to weaken it's charge if he could not kill it.
Keenan had been mostly silent during the trip but as he faced down a charging scorn-wolf he sighed and muttered "aren't these adventures suppose to start with rats?" still he had stepped forward, blades drawn, and braced against the wolf's charge, sharp parts forward and ready to throw a kick to the underside of it's jaw when it got close.
All the while he could feel the Fae manipulating dark magic behind him, the presence of the shared magic tickling at his back but with a short huff he kept his focus on the creature before him.
Keenan refused assistance as he put on the armor and as a result it took him a bit to get it on, further lengthened when he shifted to avoid being hit by an overexcited Fae with a large book. He had actually chuckled at that, smirking at the Fae's antics as he finished putting on the armor.
Once it was on he felt it's power begin to boil up within him, and his rage right along with it. For a brief moment he lost control, turning toward the sounds of the templar arguing with an orc. His face was stone but his eyes were filled with hatred and fury as he glared right at Val's armored figure. He took only a few steps in his direction, hand on the hilt of his sword, before he reigned himself in. He stopped for a second to get his breathing back under control and relax his stance before moving on to follow.
He wasn't able to make out what was said during the brief spat between Val and Adra but decided against speaking to anyone just yet. pleasantries could be handled somewhere other than this damned throne room anyway.
Lothian was still a bit out of it, it may have gotten easier to handle the input from his heightened senses but he'd yet to manage to fully make sense of it all. He almost considered removing the cloak to return his senses to normal but stopped himself, thinking he might as well get the hang of this sooner rather than later. Thankfully, that didn't prove overly difficult and soon amidst the ringing he was able to make out an argument between other members of the party.
He only caught the tail end of it so he didn't know what the issue was. He walked over and stopped briefly by the group and considered saying something but decided against it not wanting to get involved in such things, at least this early in their adventure. So he carried on and followed the Templar, hoping for a chance to get to know at least some of his companions in a different setting.
Once it was on he felt it's power begin to boil up within him, and his rage right along with it. For a brief moment he lost control, turning toward the sounds of the templar arguing with an orc. His face was stone but his eyes were filled with hatred and fury as he glared right at Val's armored figure. He took only a few steps in his direction, hand on the hilt of his sword, before he reigned himself in. He stopped for a second to get his breathing back under control and relax his stance before moving on to follow.
He wasn't able to make out what was said during the brief spat between Val and Adra but decided against speaking to anyone just yet. pleasantries could be handled somewhere other than this damned throne room anyway.
Lothian was still a bit out of it, it may have gotten easier to handle the input from his heightened senses but he'd yet to manage to fully make sense of it all. He almost considered removing the cloak to return his senses to normal but stopped himself, thinking he might as well get the hang of this sooner rather than later. Thankfully, that didn't prove overly difficult and soon amidst the ringing he was able to make out an argument between other members of the party.
He only caught the tail end of it so he didn't know what the issue was. He walked over and stopped briefly by the group and considered saying something but decided against it not wanting to get involved in such things, at least this early in their adventure. So he carried on and followed the Templar, hoping for a chance to get to know at least some of his companions in a different setting.
@Lord Zee sorry, been a bit busy. I'll probably post maybe tomorrow, if not Monday at the latest.
As a way of answering Lothian's question the Emperor simply had the artifacts brought into the room. Enchanted weapons and trinkets from a time long past. It made sense that this is what they'd turn out to be, Lothian was struck with the feeling that his question was actually a bit silly.
A short moment later Lothian turned toward the sudden sound of glass breaking, only to see that a woman with a large staff seemed to have knocked over a glass pitcher, his gaze lingered on the floating staff for only a second before looking back to the rest of the relics. Being largely unversed in such things as magic he was hoping he could find something a bit simpler.
He spotted something promising a moment later, a cloak made from the pelt of some beast. There was no card for this one, in fact it was so forgotten that it had actually been used as a makeshift cover when the artifacts were first brought in, as he had not noticed this Lothian mistook it for what it actually was. Taking up the cloak he threw it on, tying it in place and waiting to see if any effects were apparent. Shortly after he flinched, shut his eyes, and covered his ears as his senses were overwhelmed. It took him a minute to realize that this was not the cloak's doing, not directly at least. He soon found that the cloak wasn't assaulting his senses, it was enhancing them.
His eyes were the first to adjust, the light becoming bearable again and he reckoned seeing in the dark might've just gotten easier for him. Next were his ears, he could pickup faints sounds in the room and the normal sounds become near-deafening, it'd take him a bit to get used to this. As his senses adjusted he realized his sense of smell got a boost too but that hadn't been as intense at least, though the raggedy one with the ghost cat could do with a bath...
Keenan watched the relics be rolled out along with a couple of the first selections, making a note to be careful around the lying cat. As he was watching one of the artifacts quickly caught his eye. It was a set of black armor laid out on one of the carts, unremarkable really but still it caught his attention and held it as he approached even when the sound of a pitcher breaking rang out. The card by the armor had a simple name, "Berserker plate", whether or not that was the armor's true name has been forgotten, this new one given seemingly in light of it's apparent abilities.
House Thrace actually held some knowledge of this artifact, if not by much more than the imperials did, among their many secrets. This armor had not belonged to Dramoria, but instead to the old king Thrace. A fact that the noble house had kept all this time, though unfortunately details of it's capabilities were lost along with it, and a fact that resulted in Keenan interest with the thing. It was with a bit of a grin that he began putting some pieces of the armor on his arm, smaller plates slinking out from under larger ones to leave no flesh unprotected. Flexing his grip a bit he murmured "This will do nicely.
A short moment later Lothian turned toward the sudden sound of glass breaking, only to see that a woman with a large staff seemed to have knocked over a glass pitcher, his gaze lingered on the floating staff for only a second before looking back to the rest of the relics. Being largely unversed in such things as magic he was hoping he could find something a bit simpler.
He spotted something promising a moment later, a cloak made from the pelt of some beast. There was no card for this one, in fact it was so forgotten that it had actually been used as a makeshift cover when the artifacts were first brought in, as he had not noticed this Lothian mistook it for what it actually was. Taking up the cloak he threw it on, tying it in place and waiting to see if any effects were apparent. Shortly after he flinched, shut his eyes, and covered his ears as his senses were overwhelmed. It took him a minute to realize that this was not the cloak's doing, not directly at least. He soon found that the cloak wasn't assaulting his senses, it was enhancing them.
His eyes were the first to adjust, the light becoming bearable again and he reckoned seeing in the dark might've just gotten easier for him. Next were his ears, he could pickup faints sounds in the room and the normal sounds become near-deafening, it'd take him a bit to get used to this. As his senses adjusted he realized his sense of smell got a boost too but that hadn't been as intense at least, though the raggedy one with the ghost cat could do with a bath...
Keenan watched the relics be rolled out along with a couple of the first selections, making a note to be careful around the lying cat. As he was watching one of the artifacts quickly caught his eye. It was a set of black armor laid out on one of the carts, unremarkable really but still it caught his attention and held it as he approached even when the sound of a pitcher breaking rang out. The card by the armor had a simple name, "Berserker plate", whether or not that was the armor's true name has been forgotten, this new one given seemingly in light of it's apparent abilities.
House Thrace actually held some knowledge of this artifact, if not by much more than the imperials did, among their many secrets. This armor had not belonged to Dramoria, but instead to the old king Thrace. A fact that the noble house had kept all this time, though unfortunately details of it's capabilities were lost along with it, and a fact that resulted in Keenan interest with the thing. It was with a bit of a grin that he began putting some pieces of the armor on his arm, smaller plates slinking out from under larger ones to leave no flesh unprotected. Flexing his grip a bit he murmured "This will do nicely.
When the emperor finished his greetings and asked if there were any questions Keenan subtly turned his attention to the rest of the adventurers. He already knew everything he needed to about their mission and instead wanted to gauge the caliber of his soon-to-be companions and, eventually, adversaries.
He little scrutiny to those that were already there, staring would hardy give him much, and looked to some of the latecomers first since their introductions could still be heard...for one of them at least, the page seemed to have gotten lazy in the past few minutes, but the one he did hear had amused him. The mixup between Lord Garthan and this Adra brought a slight smirk to his face, he silently wondered whether it was the emperor himself that had sent the letter to a dead orc or if that task had been delegated to scribes.
Keenan was brought back as a few of the assembled party actually responded to the emperor. The disciple had requested an artifact, serenity, for his church and the Fae asking for something that was perhaps greater: the outlawing of slavery within the empire. They would both likely get a promise of fulfillment, or at least not an outright denial, no matter how hollow the promise was. Serenity especially seemed like it would cause trouble in the aftermath, if they made it that far, as the throne was unlikely to give up any of the artifacts of it's power. But of course they needed people now, failure meant the end of the known world as far as most were concerned.
Not that Keenan had much care for what the answers would be. He just scoffed and turned toward the emperor, acting like he was waiting for his response in order to hide the contempt in his eyes. These were the kind of people that killed his sister.
Lothian, for his part, remained largely quiet after his own introduction, uncomfortable in this setting as he was. He merely glanced at the others, looking over the motley crew. It was a varied enough set of skills between them to give the Elvkiin some confidence that they might have a chance of actually pulling this off, the feeling brought a small smile to his lips.
Though he had not received a letter, as almost no one among the empire had even know he existed, most of the details of this mission had been explained to him by Keenan on the ride here. This left him with only one question left "your majesty, forgive me, but just what are these artifacts?"
He little scrutiny to those that were already there, staring would hardy give him much, and looked to some of the latecomers first since their introductions could still be heard...for one of them at least, the page seemed to have gotten lazy in the past few minutes, but the one he did hear had amused him. The mixup between Lord Garthan and this Adra brought a slight smirk to his face, he silently wondered whether it was the emperor himself that had sent the letter to a dead orc or if that task had been delegated to scribes.
Keenan was brought back as a few of the assembled party actually responded to the emperor. The disciple had requested an artifact, serenity, for his church and the Fae asking for something that was perhaps greater: the outlawing of slavery within the empire. They would both likely get a promise of fulfillment, or at least not an outright denial, no matter how hollow the promise was. Serenity especially seemed like it would cause trouble in the aftermath, if they made it that far, as the throne was unlikely to give up any of the artifacts of it's power. But of course they needed people now, failure meant the end of the known world as far as most were concerned.
Not that Keenan had much care for what the answers would be. He just scoffed and turned toward the emperor, acting like he was waiting for his response in order to hide the contempt in his eyes. These were the kind of people that killed his sister.
Lothian, for his part, remained largely quiet after his own introduction, uncomfortable in this setting as he was. He merely glanced at the others, looking over the motley crew. It was a varied enough set of skills between them to give the Elvkiin some confidence that they might have a chance of actually pulling this off, the feeling brought a small smile to his lips.
Though he had not received a letter, as almost no one among the empire had even know he existed, most of the details of this mission had been explained to him by Keenan on the ride here. This left him with only one question left "your majesty, forgive me, but just what are these artifacts?"
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