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Post by Aslim Gath Boud on Jul 30, 2010 23:44:16 GMT 2
Aslim grunted at the rider’s words, and he controlled his anger. He had tried to be civilised to the rider, but alas he had the response of animosity. He growled. “As you wish, rider,” he said gruffly and moved away. He did not care much for rudeness, especially from those people he had chosen to help. He shook his head in annoyance, glad that he would not have to be near the rider. Soon he would be in the front lines, defending Samarid from dark raiders and great heroic battled would ensue. He would not have to tolerate the rider’s attitude or the queen’s sickeningly tenderness toward him. It was just about enough to make him feel sick. He had never liked any man the queen had liked, friendship or lover. And he certainly would not like her self proclaimed defender. He muttered under his breath, and tried to contain himself. He could always pick a fight later, so long as the dragon did not join the fray. That would be unwise on his behalf.
“Love to hear that story?” Aslim barked in coarse laughter. “Well the basic story is that my father, once a great feared knight of Samarid, has gone mad and is now growing apple trees. All my companions seem to be waiting for me to do the same.” He smiled ironically and rolled his eyes in the direction of the queen. Sighing he looked at Alice. “Well you do not seem to belong in Sandimont,” he laughed. “Unless you are part of their team of young spies?” He laughed at the thought. The girl seemed far too... too, friendly and vocal to be a spy. Yes, far too much so. Aslim had to agree that he liked it though. She was very spunky. It took a lot of guts to ride half way across the known world to your country’s enemy. Either she had little ties to her country or to her family for that matter. He looked at her curiously as she spoke. “You are very brave coming out so far,” he concluded, a small smile on his face. So she ran away? That was curious. It was indeed becoming a curious evening.
Aslim frowned at Alomir’s words. It was treacherous to doubt the queen’s decision, even though he did so himself. To voice it to another living creature was suicide. However, because Aslim had the same concerns he listened. “It’s not wise to voice such opinions at a time like this, but because I agree with you I shall keep this between us. I too worry about the queen but she is strong enough to look after herself,” he concluded, his face guarded. What he really wanted to say was that the queen was utterly idiotic and needed to have her head read. He sighed and brushed a hand through his short hair.
“You are?” his eyebrows shot up insurprise. This was obviously a very secret mission and it made sense for it to be so. If Alomir failed, and everyone knew of the negotiations, there would be an uprising. “I was not aware of such happenings. I suppose it makes sense. It will probably be best to be completely open to the Elf Queen. If we harbour secrets, it’ll cause distrust. Do what your heart tells you and chose a correct time to voice the facts.” Aslim looked at the young man hard, his expression unreadable. Glancing up at the table, he was relieved to see Alice had settled in, but nervousness touched him as he noted a guard approach the queen. He followed her with his eyes as she left the table. Soon after the conversation had been completed, the guard approached him.
“Sir Aslim. Sir Alomir. There has been a sighting of a strange beast. You are to be on your guard,” he huffed and moved off. Aslim frowned. “Alice!” he called and beckoned her over. It would be safer if the girl stayed by him. “We shall continue this at a better time Alomir. Right now, we must be on guard.”
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Post by Alice Rae Lindale on Jul 31, 2010 1:32:50 GMT 2
Alice grinned happily. "I bet he's a lot of fun to be around," the girl said happily. "Though I certainly don't think that you're going the same way." Alice tugged at the bottom of her shirt slightly, wondering if she should have worn a dress rather than what she was wearing now. "No, I don't suppose I ever fit in there," she agreed, looking away from the man as her smile faded a little. Her eyes looked downward. "I don't ever want to go back," she muttered in determination. She didn't plan on it either. At least not for a long time. -------------
Alice looked around the table. Many people were socializing before sitting. Alice thought she might have done the same if she had not been so tired and rather messy looking. If she'd had a chance, she probably would have bathed and worn a dress in stead of her prefered shirt and trousers. Now she sat alone at the table, dreaming to herself.
Her eyes watched as a man who looked as if he must be a guard walked over to the queen and took her away from Gwyndar a moment. Alice's eyes moved to the lone Gwyndar instead. She thought she ought to appologize later for bothering him if she had the chance. She would never have gotten away with her open-minded speach to anyone in Sandimont and so perhaps she'd been carried away earlier. Alice was unsure.
The guard had left the queen now and Alice watched as he walked across the room. It didn't take long for her to realize he was headed toward Aslim. Alice watched the two exchange a short discussion, then her eyes followed the guard as he hurried off to someone else. Her eyes flicked back to Aslim as she heard him call her name. The man beckoned to her.
Obediently, Alice rose from her seat and strode toward the man, glancing in the direction the guard had gone once more. She bowed slightly to the Lord who stood near Aslim before looking up at the knight. "What's wrong?" she asked curiously. "That guard seemed to be in a hurry." Alice glanced at Alomir once more for a minute.
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Post by Nalean Silverstar on Jul 31, 2010 20:06:58 GMT 2
Nalean stayed in the shadows as she watched the people interact with one another, she was curious about the man who spoke to Silisia and Alice. He appeared extremely overprotective about the queen. She couldn't help but smirk when Gwyndar's dragon spoke directly to her. <"Careful what you say about me, your sister is waiting with bated breath to see you again"> she could only guess that Gwyndar wasn't aware of her presence just yet, he had yet to react to the presence of another rider. <"Safron, we need to lure Gwyndar and Siluth away from everyone else. I don't want unnessecary bloodshed">, she bite her lip, nervous about what was about to happen. <"Yes, yes I'll find a way of luring those two away from Queenie and her loyal servants">, the dragon's voice had a mocking tone in it.
Nalean rolled her eyes and shook her head at her dragon’s words, Safron obviously just wanted an epic fight and for Gwyndar and Siluth to pay the price for their crimes. <”Why does your family want them dead? Surely disowning Siluth would do just as well”> she was curious about dragon traditions, they seemed to pride themselves in ensuring that their families were never dishonoured. <”It’s complicated, our family can only regain our honour once the blood of both Gwyndar and Siluth is spilt”> Nalean simply shook her head, feuds between humans seemed alot less complicated than the ones that occurred between dragons.
She frowned when she saw a guard approach the queen and the look of concern that appeared on her face. They must have seen Safron when she landed, why else would they approach the queen. <”Safron, I think they saw you when you landed”>, and a look of irritation appeared on her face, irritated at the fact that she had been dragged into a world where she did not belong. <”Oh, well that’s not a good thing”>, Nalean almost slapped her face at these words from her dragon. Did she really think that no one would notice a pearl coloured dragon landing outside their city? <”You really stink at planning, did you know that?”>, a hint of irritation in her voice. She couldn’t believe that Safron hadn’t thought this through. The dragon seemed to believe that killing a dragon rider who was now a favourite of the queen of Samarid would be easy to kill.
Nalean held back a groan as she watched the guard walk across the room to where the other man was standing, he was obviously planning on letting as many people know about Safron’s presence as possible. <”If I survive this, you are so dead”> her face set hard as she attempted to find a way to salvage the situation, somehow she would have to get Gwyndar away from the queen when the whole city wasv on high alert due to her dragon being careless about where she landed. <”Is there any way you can hide yourself?”> concern for her dragon made her worried of what might happen if the guard got a clear shot of the dragon. <”Already doing that, although if I fly out in the open I might be able to lure Gwyndar away from everyone else”>, Nalean glanced in the direction of Gwyndar and Silisia at let out a breath of air. <”Fine, but be careful. I’ll meet you once I find a way out of the city”> she shook her head, not sure she liked this lack of real planning. Safron let out a roar and flew over the city making sure that she was not in range of any of the archers. She knew she needed to buy her rider time to get out of the city and getting injured was not going to buy Nalean anytime. W O R D S;; 630 T A G;; umm errr basically everyone N O T E S;; ergh C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
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Post by auraya sylvian on Jul 31, 2010 21:38:18 GMT 2
TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N GBUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME < “Auraya!”> the booming dragon’s voice ripped through her sleeping mind. She after all, had to be very well prepared for the following morning having to deal with Reynald and his belief that she was merely a child, merely his trainee. She grumbling and sat up from the position she was sleeping in. The cold cave floor was not comfortable at all. She had never received her own, because she had always stayed with Reynald. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she pointedly glared at the dragon. < “Don’t look at me like that,”> Avria growled, shaking her large, horned head. “What it is?” Auraya asked, annoyed still at being woken. There was very little that could motivate her from depriving herself of sleep. < “I listened in on the little dragon’s voice, and I think you are going to find this quite interesting,”> Avria grinned. Auraya nodded, her curiosity growing. Getting up from where she had been sleeping, she brushed off her crinkled dress and donned her cloak.
Smirking triumphantly, Avria sat back, and began her speech. < “The little one has ties to Siluth, the dragon of the murderous rider Gwyndar. They are travelling to Samarid at this very moment to kill both Gwyndar and his dragon. Of course, neither will survive if we let them go alone.”> The elf stopped and looked curiously at the dragon. Of course, Gwyndar would be more use alive than dead to the ancient rider. She could not recruit an army of the dead. She sighed and tried to formulate a plan. “What is he doing in Samarid?” the elf asked lightly, combing her fingers through her dark hair, trying to tame the wild mass. <“It is said that the queen has taken a personal liking to the rider. Apparently he saved her life,”> Avria smirked. It was clear what was going on. “So the traitorous Gwyndar has found some humanity. Perhaps he loves her, or is sleeping with her. I personally cannot see any other reason the ice queen would take any liking to the rider,” she mused, formulating a plan in her head.
If she was correct in assuming that he did have feelings for the queen, things could play nicely into the elf’s hands. She would kill the queen, and if he truly loved her, he would give anything to allow her to live again. Even his soul, or what he would think to be his soul. The rider grinned and the dragon let out a dark roar. That would be her plan. She swung lightly up onto the dragon, smirking to herself and the pair took off in the direction of Samarid. They flew in quite far from the city and Auraya walked a great deal of the way. After all, it was hard for the guards to miss a dragon the size of their largest building. She was quickly enveloped into the throngs of drunken people, and she kept her eye out for the young rider who seemed to be suicidal. Idiocy, it must have been, really. There was no possible way that the hatchling and her untrained rider would over power Gwyndar, Siluth and the entire army of Samarid. She sighed at their folly. She caught a glimpse of what seemed to be Nalean buying a sword. She’s need more than that to win.
Shadowing the girl, she assessed the situation. Her eyes rested on the table in front, with Queen Silisia, Gwyndar and Siluth. Her lips curled into a cunning smile, which was soon dashed by the guard. A small sigh left her. She had been hoping to be able to spend a little time at the party, enjoying herself and perhaps entertaining people with a few childish tricks. The queen moved off, and Auraya moved to follow her. However, a cry of a dragon filled her ears. So they had realised they had been caught. < “I shall carry out the deed, dragon,”> she responded and grabbed Nalean by the arm, following the queen. “Come,” she hissed under her breath. “You truly are quite foolish.” Standing in the shadows, the rider watched the queen. “Don’t be alarmed at what I am going to do,” she said under her breath. "This will lure Gwyndar far from the city and he shall be compliant to your wish, if I have assessed the situation correctly. I am going to kill the queen, and he shall probably give anything in return for her life. And so, you shall get to kill him, and the queen shall remain relatively unharmed. It’s very powerful magic.”
If she just killed the queen, she was sure Nalean would not take kindly to it at all. Auraya scouted her mind and found a guard with a relatively vacant mind. She slipped her own mind into the guard and forced him into the square where the queen was. He raised his bow in stealth and unleashed an arrow upon his own monarch. She closed her eyes as she heard the sickening crunch as the arrow hit its target. Auraya composed herself for the role of a stricken loyal subject and tears freely ran down her face. The man, under her control turned and pointed the bow at her. She ducked the flying arrow.
“Noo!” she screamed, waiting for Gwyndar to appear. She ran at the guard, pulling out her dagger, and buried it deep in his heart. And thus, she had taken the life so that the queen would live. But Gwyndar would not know that, and she would lure him into that trap. For the magic to be complete, Aurayua needed to take the body back to Chipucha.
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Post by Gwyndar on Aug 1, 2010 22:18:24 GMT 2
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<"I will keep that in mind... Silisia ... be wary there is another dragon. Siluth recognises her but do not think you can take her or her rider. I shall assess the situation."> He said with a strange authorative voice. Taking on an assertive position and rallying his dragon; turning to him to retrieve anything that he may have stashed in a sheath he kept around his dragon at all times in such cases. Only to be met with what he knew well to be the sickening crunch of an arrow piercing someone dead.
Connected with a severing of a mental connection.
"SILISIA!" He yelled, shrugging off his bow and arrows and turning around, looking for the glint of red in the crowd and looking in anger as he noticed someone. A women, plunging a dagger into a neaby guard. His feet moving before his mind registered movement. Arms pumping by his side simultaneously taking out the small curved blade from his side. A loud roae tore from his throat as he reached the Queen. Nearby guards shouted for help but there he knew an arrow wound when he saw one. Death had struck with this blow.
"Sil ..." He growled, dropping to his knees and searching in what he knew was vain to try and find any sign of life. He knew she was gone. And so was the one he should have killed to avenge that. But both of which had been done without his even moving; without him even turning around to check and see if she was safe before he attacked. "You stupid, stupid girl." The voice was a mere whisper. as he kept his dagger in hand he reached down and with a strength no human should posess and picked up the fallen queen in one arm. Scooping her up as if she were a mere child; lighter than a baby and small enough that he was able to keep hold of easily.
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Post by Alomir Orsoan on Aug 2, 2010 7:45:24 GMT 2
Alomir, always careful to observe people’s reactions, saw Aslim’s frown. Over the years he had learned that a frown could mean a number of things. He hoped that the knight had not been offended by his words. However, though the knight frowned, he did not make any sudden reactions of outrage. If he did, everything Alomir had earned through his loyalty could be taken away in an instant. When Alomir had been little, his father always reminded his children of the power of the ruling family. He often said, “Be wary of the royal family, they have raised us far higher than many could have hoped for…but with a single word they could destroy everything and cast us out forever. And when things that are high up fall suddenly to the ground, do you know what happens? They break…they break into many pieces. Scattered and ruined.”
Alomir was thankful that the man shared similar thoughts. He nodded in agreement as Aslim spoke of Her Majesty’s strength. Silisia was a trained warrior, and was quite capable of holding her own in battle. And while the queen was strong, Alomir’s main fear lay in the fact that a dragon rider with centuries to hone whatever black magic they possessed were still enough to overpower the queen.
Alomir listened carefully as the knight gave his advice on how to handle his duty as ambassador to the elves. Perhaps honesty would be best, though if the elves were to find the alliance with the dragon rider displeasing it would take all of his skill to convince them otherwise. Even after Aslim’s assurances that honesty would prove to be the best course of action, Alomir still considered covering up the truth for the time being.
“Yes, I suppose that telling the truth might be a good way to go about it. But even still if the Qu— ” Stopped the young lord abruptly as a guard waltzed over to them, and delivered his message before moving away. “Gods save us all,” Alomir muttered looking at the guard’s back.
Alomir’s hand moved to touch the pommel of his long sword which was sheathed in a ceremonial scabbard. The young lord felt a small surge of triumph at having had the foresight to belt on his sword, and though the scabbard may have been nothing more than a mere pretty accessory; the blade inside was deadly, forged specifically for battle.
Alomir watched as Aslim called the child who had been seated at the table…Alice as she had identified herself. Alomir gave a brief and polite inclination of head in acknowledgement. He did not answer the girl’s question, and instead he glanced at Aslim wondering how much information he would disclose to the girl.
Before Alomir could assess the situation any further, a great scream was heard. Alomir glanced at the two urgently before running off towards the commotion. As he ran through the busy streets he drew his long sword, pushing people who got in his way aside with his offhand or gruff shouts.
Soon enough, Alomir reached the scene that had caused so much interest. The Queen! She had been hurt, and from Gwyndar's pained screams the aristocrat could only assume the worst. Alomir felt tears swimming at his eyes, "Your Majesty! What's happened?!" bellowed Lord Orsoan in shock.
The Queen was...dead.
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Post by Aslim Gath Boud on Aug 2, 2010 18:08:15 GMT 2
Dubiously looking at the girl, Aslim laughed. It was a strange idea to think of spending time with his father as fun, or even vaguely amusing. It certainly was not amusing when he burnt half his orchard down when he had found a rotten apple festering upon the branch of one of his deemed prized apple trees. Aslim sighed merely at the thought. No, it was certainly not fun to return home to a delusional father who occasionally forgot he even had a son. He shook his head at the girl. “No, it’s far from fun,” he said gruffly, hoping to put a stop to the conversation about his father, a once honoured knight of Samarid. “Well, luckily you can stay here. I shall take you on as my ward, so long as you are prepared to ride out with me to the front lines,” he said, his charitable side becoming clear. He like Alice and was certain that she had a great amount of potential within her.
With a great start he realised that the queen was not at her table. He tensed, and unsheathed his sword. Anxiety betrayed his eyes. He knew she was probably making for the secret tunnels under the city, away from possible danger. It was a necessary custom for the unarmed royal family to flee and protect themselves. The death of a royal family member caused anarchy, especially if there was no one left to take the crown. “Stay close to me Alce. I fear we are in grave danger,” she growled defensively. Had the dragon rider betrayed them? No, it could not be. The queen was too fond of him for that to happy. He could not believe that she had been tricked into anything. The usually distrustful queen was wary to let anyone in, especially men. Perhaps him saving her life was all a ploy. Yet he could not place why the dragon riders would turn on them. Cold dread rushed through him. It could not be. The King of Sanglant could not have possibly earned their trust already. He refused to believe it. That would mean that they would have already lost and all they could really do was flee.
He started after Alomir, toward the blood churning scream of a man. A man who had lost everything. He had heard that scream in battle before, by the men who heard news that their families and loved ones were dead. Silisia? He gasped as he bolted into a flat sprint, sword ready at his side. “Silisia!” he screamed, hoping to hear a resounded laugh at their folly. He expected to see the tail of her dress cheekily disappear from a corner, or her scolding face flicker in between the crowd as she looked on disapprovingly at the fact they had given out her position. Instead, he saw the fabric of her red dress spill in the arms of the dragon rider. Her skin was deathly pale and the blood pooled from just below her left breast. Like a searing reminder of death, the arrow stuck out cruelly, taunting Aslim. His childhood friend, his monarch, his advisor was dead, all in a matter of moments. He stood in shock, the screams of the crowd dulled in his agony.
He could not move, he could not think, he could not act. He looked at Gwyndar, his face expressionless. He looked at a man who tenderly held the queen’s body in his arms. He was a man who loved her and Aslim could resign himself to that. Yet he knew, Gwyndar would have to flee. He would have to leave behind his almost home. He looked around and saw a dead guard, stabbed by a dark...elf... woman. Surprise coursed through him. What was an elf doing in the city? Was this an act of war by their allies? He growled angrily, rage quickly engulfing him. Immobilised, he stared on, tears pooling in his eyes. The kingdom would fall along with their queen. Who would take up the throne now?
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Post by Alice Rae Lindale on Aug 2, 2010 21:59:21 GMT 2
Alice couldn't help but wonder why it made Aslim so sad. His father had been something once. Why not celebrate that than worry about what he was now. But she supposed she didn't really know much about the situation so she just smiled and shrugged kindly. She was at a bit of a loss of exactly what to say so for once she didn't say anything. However, his proposition made her break out into a huge grin and look up at the man. "Oh that sounds terribly exciting!" she said happily. "I dare say I'd love to." The thought of being around a bunch of soldiers where there would be no other woman was a little frightening, but she shoved that thought aside.
It wasn't difficult to spot the anxiety Aslim expressed through his eyes as he looked toward the queen's table. Alice turned to look as well. She noticed that the queen was no longer there. A bit of confusion touched her face, and concern was suddenly gripping her heart. Was it usual for the queen to just disappear like that here? Or was something going terribly wrong? Alice glanced at Aslim with wide eyes as he told her to stay close to him. She gave nod before looking back toward the queen's table. "Aslim what's going on?" Alice asked, a feeling of dread surrounding her.
A bit of hesitation held Alice before she started after Aslim. She wasn't sure she wanted to see what exactly they were heading towards. But the girl stayed close to Aslim, as he'd told her to. She hurried along after him, not able to move quite as fast since she was shorter. That scream made Alice stop in her tracks. What on earth could make someone hurt so bad. She ran after Aslim again, faster this time and stopped right behind him, affraid to see what he was seeing.
"No!" she cried when she saw the scene unfolding in front of her. "No! No!" Alice clamped her hands over her ears and her eyes closed tight for a moment. How could this happen. Was it her fault? Did she bring misfortune here? Silisia had been one of the few people in the world who had been nice to her. She'd even agreed to let Alice stay in the castle for the night. Why would someone like that die like this.
Angry at what had happened, Alice let her hands fall and clench into fists as tears began to well in her eyes. How could death like this just happen. It was something she'd never in her life experience, and had hoped not to. As Alice looked around, she saw that the queen was not the only one who was dead. A guard too had fallen. But why? And why was there and elf here? Who was that with her? Alice had caught a glimse of the woman's face. She recognized that face. Alice took a step forward, then hesitated.
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Post by Nalean Silverstar on Aug 2, 2010 22:52:53 GMT 2
Nalean jumped when she felt some one grab her arm and turned to see a face that she had not expected to see in Samarid. “I thought you had gone to Chipucha” she said softly, the surprise of seeing the ancient dragon rider evident in her voice. She frowned at her words, not sure what to make of them. The elf had saved her from imminent death, yet her instincts told her to not trust her completely. She knew very little about the female rider even if the woman seemed to be saving her hide continuously. Nalean watched Silisia run into the square. <”Saf get away and hide now”> she kept her thoughts calm so as to prevent her dragon from panicking. They both extremely sensitive to each other’s emotions already and she knew that Safron would attempt something foolish if she thought that Nalean was scared or panicked.
Nalean gasped when the archer shot the queen, she felt as though someone had dealt a physical blow to her stomach. Her eyes flickered to the elvish rider, somehow she had caused this to happen. A loud roar came and then Gwyndar ran to the stricken queen and held her in his arms. She was confused, why had she killed Silisia if it was Gwyndar that Safron wanted dead. She was even more confused when Auraya turned and stabbed the guard that had shot Silisia, what on earth was the elf planning that in order to kill Gwyndar she had to kill Silisia and a guard. She felt guilt creeping in, it was her fault that Silisia was dead. If she had not taken that horse back to Silisia on that fateful day she would not have been here, she would have been at home with her family and Sil would still be alive.
She saw the various subjects run out and freeze in horror at the scene in front of them, pain, anger and disbelief showing in all their faces. She chewed the inside of her cheek, not sure how to react to the whole situation. To any onlookers Nalean would appear to be just another citizen, horrified at the death of her monarch, but to the trained eye she was someone caught between who she was. The healer in her wanted to run to the queen’s side and try and do something, but she knew it would be futile. The queen was dead and death could not be healed. She instinctively stepped back when she saw the look of recognition on Alice’s face. She could not let the girl know that she was here or what she had come to Avonsburg for, this was not for someone like Alice. The girl shouldn’t have been here W O R D S;; 456 T A G;; umm errr basically everyone N O T E S;; ergh C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
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Post by auraya sylvian on Aug 2, 2010 23:05:59 GMT 2
TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N GBUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME Auraya scoffed at Nalean’s suggestion. “I’m afraid I could not let Reynald’s new trainee run off like that,” she said lightly, “He would be very disappointed.”
A cunning smile touched Auraya’s lips as Gwyndar moved into the scene with his cries that would chill any not jaded person’s soul. Auraya was different. She had little care for life, for her own life had little value. What was the value in life if forever was the guarantee. Life need not be rushed. There was nothing to live for really because there was no rush to do anything. Life became cheap. However, she admirably noted the look in his eyes that Auraya had once had for Reynald, when the world was still new and her biggest mistake had not yet come to pass. Regretful? No, she could not feel regret. Too much time had passed, forming a vast ocean of empires and lives. Change had remained the only constant. < “Is the deed done?”> came the impatient voice of Avria, who hated to be left out of such moments. Although the dragon had time to herself, it was unnatural and uncomfortable to be away from her rider and blood sharer. < “It is done,”> she replied lightly, pulling the dripping dagger from the guard’s chest. She looked over the scene, keeping her expression as neutral as possible.
Picking out a vile amongst the amulets on her chest, she scraped a few drops of the man’s blood into it. The blood that would be a sacrifice for the queen’s life and would bind Gwyndar to her if all went well. She looked over the scene, with the smallest sense of superiority. With the smallest thoughts, she could erase their problems. It was no less than a reflex action; a natural effortlessness touched her magic. She wiped away the fake tears as tow nobles rushed onto the scene, both seeming to stop and do nothing. They were minor inconveniences of course, seeing as Auraya need to take away the body in order for the magic to work. She ran a bloody hand through her hair with a slight frown. She would definitely need to rinse the blood from herself. It became sticky and rather disgusting, far too quickly. A young girl too followed, taking a step forward as she looked at Nalean. Auraya shot a stern glance at the girl. Had she risked her identity? If anyone knew it was her, they’d chase her across kingdoms.
Her eyes traced the red of the queen’s dress, up to her deathly pale face then to the anguish upon Gwyndar’s. Placing Sympathy on her face, she forced a channel open between them. She did not need everyone to know what was going to happen, and she did not need the whole army of Samarid on her door step. She could deal with the inconvenience of the two nobles and the gathering crowd. Everyone seemed to confused or mindless to make a rational decision. Taking a deep breath, she smelt the fear of the people, dripping off them like pools of sweat and polluting their rational mind. It was like life force to the numb elf, who had had all fear taken away. What was there really to fear after living so long? Death perhaps? No, any living creature capable of killing her would not. There were so few ancients left; it seemed such a betrayal to kill them off. No young creature could do it. Even if they managed, Auraya would find peace with it. Five hundred years of an almost meaningless existence was enough. She would be willing to die, for it would not matter. She had truly lived her life and it had been a shameful disappointment. Love was lost in her mistake and even knowledge was no comfort to that. She truly believed that she would never get Reynald back, and she did not deserve to either.
Her heart almost gave way to the pining lover with his lost love in his arms. She could release him into the world, to live out his days with her. But, that would be counterproductive. It was really up to Nalean what would happen to him, after she had brought his queen back to life. The price must be paid and while it was paid for in blood, the carrying out of the deed still needed payment. Auraya was after all, not a charitable person.
< “Your anguish has touched me, infamous rider,”> her voice echoed as terrible and dark as all the years she had been on the earth. Age echoed in her mind like the tide, never ending, ever pounding, and speaking with the lulls and lapses of the years. She looked at him, her eyes blazing with an intense light. < “I am Auraya, ancient rider, and keeper of the secrets of life and death.”> Her eyes flickered lazily over the scene as she felt Avria move from her position. The great beast stretched its wings and flew to the top of the mountain hanging over Samarid. A great, terrible cry pierced the air, causing some people to break and flee. Auraya dismissed the dragon’s antics to try thin the crowd. She felt sorry for the poor person who had to take over the reins of the kingdom that lived in terror. < “I shall give you her life back, and it will be as though she never died. Expect, perhaps, that by the time she returns, she will find she will no longer be queen or the empire would have descended into anarchy. Either way, she will be able to be with you.”>
She tried to find a weak point in the rider’s armour in an attempt to get him to give into her offer. < “There will be a price however. If I bring her back, I will upset the course of nature,”> she warned, knowing full well the price had already been paid. She turned her mind to Nalean. < “It will be up to you what his price should be. You and Safron have until we get to Chipucha to decide if you really want to kill him, or if you would rather he joined our merry little band, bound to us by this favour,”> she huffed lightly, making sure the girl understood that she was rather annoyed by the turn of events, especially since she did not get to sample the delectable tarts that had arrived on the tables. < “This is the consequences of you coming here. At least you are not dead which you would have been if you stayed.”>
Turning her gaze back to Gwyndar, she made her ultimatum. < “I am not a bargaining kind of woman Gwyndar,”> she warned. <“Either you take my offer and she lives, or you don’t and she remains dead. I care very little about which you chose.”> She kept a steady gaze upon him, her face as hard as steel. Avria screeched again and the ground trembling, sending a few more people running. < “Meet me at Chipucha with the queen as soon as your dragon can get there. It is the place the magic is strongest,”> she reasoned lightly, still trying to make the dragon rider understand that this would be his only chance. Auraya began to walk away to the edges of the outer city, wrapping her hand around tNalean’s arm. She threw up a shield to protect them both. Turning to the girl as she moved from the city, she began to explain. “In return for the queen’s life, the rider will have to pay a price in return. Because this is Safron’s idea, it would be her choice in the punishment, and yours of course,” she nodded sharply. Watching the massive dragon swoop down and land at the front gates. She moved quickly and silently through the terrified crowds and moved to mount the dragon. “Climb up,” she said lightly with amusement.
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Post by Gwyndar on Aug 5, 2010 20:16:40 GMT 2
IDONTMEANTORUN/BUTEVERYTIMEYOUCOMEAROUND [/color] IFEELMOREALIVETHANEVER/IGUESSITSJUSTTOMUCH More than Gwyndar would probably ever be willing to admit he was distraught at the very image ne saw when he looked down into his arms. The paleness of her cheek far more than he had observed even so close that her breath had tickled his chin while they slept. That night ... what he had not done for her, the mistaken words ... all of it he knew could not be changed. He was not stupid enough to think that there could anything done about the death that had followed her doing what she was born to do. to protect her Queendom; even though he had sworn to protct her on the battlefield. She was the oen who always rose out to battle in the front she had told him and he never denied how much that had horrified him.
Now his fear for such reasoning had come true when he should have been doing so much more. Though she was in his arms, cradled to his chest in sich a protective manor; giving no shield for anyone who looked ipon his face while traterous tears worked their way down his cheeks. It should be so different.
He had envisioned walking her to her chamber, treating her with the worshiping touches that she so rightfully deserved. Treated her to the fineries whenever he obtained them and most importantly ... given her the only thing no-one else whad and ever would procure from him.
Gwyndar loved the fallen Queen.
Though he felt the block from her thoughts. The solid voice he had attempted in his stance to penetrate that void. Listening not to anyone around him. Not taking in anyone elses upset and ignoring any and all sounds of despair as others mourned for their fallen Queen. All he could hear was the deafening silence around him while he listened for any sign of life from his Queen. <"She is gone rider."> Siluth growled, his storming footsteps rumbling across the ground as; within a few long strides he stood alongside his distraught rider. A warning screatch out to the elven wman whose magic he could smell from her. It was not a pleasant atmosphere.
Without even lifting his head from gazing at the beautiful face of the Queen; Gwyndar felt the familiar tug of someone openning a channel of thought. For a stupid moment of hope he looked with hope at the Queen. Only to hear a voice that was distinctly not hers. He would never hear that voice again; never hear her whispering laughter. Why had he not treasured the very moments that he took for advantage? Should he not have known that as with all fateful days of his existance there would be the hurt and death that always followed him; even if it were not of his hands. H should have known that nothing would ever give him the satisfaction that he truly wanted in his life.
The voice of the tiny elven woman; followed by a cry from a dragon that sounded so hauntingly old that even Siluth pulled his head up to its direction, looking for signs of the ancient beast. The words; though providing hope he knew upon listenening would cost dearly. Most likely his own life. He understood from his elder what the price of dealing with death could be. And at that moment ... he was willing to relieve himself of his own life in place of hers. He was willing to give her what he knew was righfully hers. He had pledged his life, he would happily give it for her. It was his duty as her warrior. As her dragon rider.
Sitting in silence however he retained the information that penetrated his mind. Including the place where he would need to take the woman for her resurection. It was a place known for its magical potency but as a young rider Gwyndar was always warned against it. Warned that the dangers of such a place could cost him dearly. Now he knew it to be true. <"By sunrise. I will bring her by the new morn."> His broken voice reflected in thought as well as words as slowly ... he turned his back from the woman while she too fled. Carrying with ease the body that so many worshiped. Siluth followed behind, his screaching a ward for anyone who intended on getting too close to either of them.
<"Safron. We are not finished. Mark me; for what you have done to my rider. I will avenge."> The dragon growled, his thoughts a low thunderous growl. An indication that as a rampant male of almost a century he meant his words. He would not let the death of the human he had unwillingly been aligned to destroy his rider. Before long the emotional draining would be felt by both parties and it was not something he was willing to forgive easily.
But how to get them away from the people. Surly if they simply up and left, the guards would attack them. But if Gwyndar were to take her into the heart of the people they would prepare a burial service for their fallen monarch. <"We must retreat now Gwyndar. We cannot return her to the people. Her death must not be finalised through burial."> The dragons gruff voice spoke thoughtfully to the rider. Causing the half elf to stop in his tracks. <"Well then what do you suggest I do."> He replied brokenly. <"Get on."> He said simply.
Not one to ever get on the dragons bad side when he was unprepared the rider looked around to the two guards. Giving them a look of appology before giving one short leap to his Dragons back. Mounting him and putting one hand on his back to steady him while he carried the Queen before the three of them set off without warning. Off toward the mountains, to hide for a few moments before leaving to Chipucha. [/center][/font][/size]
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