The Time of Dragons, an Magic.. *All welcome*

Idrial
age 24
race. Half/Elf.
class.. Hunter
hight 5ft, 4in
weght 110lbs

Hair long blue black in color braided down her back, her eyes amber in color, an hour glass athletic like figure from using a sword and bow. ears only slightly pointed fair of face, brests slightly larger than a handfull, dressed in studded brown leather ranger armor.
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Idrial travled down the road hoping to reach the village of Kant before night fall when she caught the sent of smoke in the air. Kicking her horse into a gallop she road faster down the road and around the bend.. Stopping just ontop the hill she looked down at what was left of the Village.

Vandles had attacked Kant, men women, and children had been slaughtered, the smell was awful. It looked as tho they hadnt left anyone alive, buildings were burnt to the ground.

Idrial road down to the village dismounting and drawing her sword she searched thru the wreckage for any survivers. Anger surged thru her at such a waist of life. Though she loved her mother to death she would never understand the distructions of full blooded humans.

Hearing a muffled cry not far off she hurried over in the direction it had come from. Kneeling down she could see a small boy had been trapped by a fallen beam from one of the buildings. Hold on boy i'll help you out. Give me a moment.

Looking around Idrial didnt see anyone but that didnt mean they werent there. Taking a chance she shethed her sword, and found a smaller beam to use so she could prop the beam up off the boy. Once she had the beem moved up enough she knelt down to the boy once more.

Can you move boy or do i need to pull you out? The boy didnt awncer but she could see him trying to move. Once he was close enough she helped him the rest of the way out, and Idrial could see that he was in a state of shock.

After looking him over to be sure that he had no broken bones she picked him up, and carried him back to her horse and mounted up behind him.

The boy still didnt speak or move.. the only way she new he was alive was by the shivers corsing through his small body, and shallow breathing. Idrial judged him to be around no more then 8 or 9 years of age, and his looks were impossable to tell through all the soot.

Feeling as though she were being watched Idrial drew her sword keeping it at ready incase she would have need of it. Leaning forward she slid her free arm around the boy to hold him up and take the regns in her hand.

Kicking her mount in gear taking him down the road away from the village so that she could make camp, and try to help the boy. Idrial still however couldnt shake the feeling of being watched, and it bothered her greatly.

Name: Gabriele
Age: looks mid twenties
race: Centuar
Descript: Buckskin colored horse body, with a dorsal stripe, and black legs and feet. her Human hair is jet black and for the most part is left long and loose, and matches her tail. Her Human skin is pale/lightly tanned, with dark brown eyes. Her chest is covered in a bikini styled leather top.
Weapon: Hand hewn bow and arrows
Loyalty: Can be either, depending on the situation.

ic:

Gabriele was a loner, as most of her kind generally were. She spent her days traveling unnoticed in the forest and mountains, and rarely came into a human settlement unless she needed something or someone.

She too had come across the wreckage of the village, but at the sound of an approaching horse she took shelter in the neighboring trees untill she knew who or what it wanted.

Still, she didn't move as she saw the elf woman, not even as she saw the woman rescue a boy.

She chose to follow the woman as she left, taking in everything about her from her leather warrior clothes, to the compassion given to the boy.

She loped along easily behind the mounted elf, staying out of view and relying on her excellent sense of hearing to track them.

Max expelled a great breath of air as he reached the top of the wooded hill. He squinted and looked into the dying light and discovered what remained of the village of Kant. He had been hoping the smoke was coming from a great big barbecue. He decided to forge ahead regardless, but his next step was a poor one and he stumbled foward, rolling down the hill. He crashed through the underbrush, cursing all the while until he landed upsidedown in the midst of a camp. He glanced around from his prone position and saw a woman and a child, though he couldn't make out much between the blood rushing to his head and the dim light.

"So, uh...come here often?"

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Back in Kant, a pile of debris shifted and the Burlap Man stood up, covered in black soot. He smiled, his immaculate teeth in stark contrast to his darkened form before walking away.

Idrial stopped a mile or so from the village not wanting to travle to far and risk scaring the boy further, she dismounted and made camp for the both of them knowing that someone or something still watched her, and yet remained hidden.

She had made a pallet for the boy using the only two blankets she had for him to lay on and wrap up in, using what roots and berrys she knew wernt poision's, and near by she made a flavord broth for the boy to drink, in his state she wasnt sure if she could get him to eat , but the broth if need be she could help him swallow, by rubbing his throat.

Idrial kept the camp and the boy insight as she moved still aware of eyes watching, her hands were never far from her sword. Hearing some crashing and cursing Idrial sprinted back to the boy on quiet feet, drawing her sword and held it to the throat of the man who was now laying in the middle of their camp.

From the looks of things he had fallen from the top of the hill. Scanning the area she didnt see that their was anyone else with him, but it wasnt him she sences watching her. "So, uh...come here often?"

Her gaze returning to him she could see that his head was bleeding, tho the cut was a minor one, it would still need cleaning, and from what she could see he was human.

Her sword still held to his throat she listned to the forrest around her listining to see if there were others nearby that had escaped her notice because she had been worried for the boy. At times she truly wished she were a full blooded elf.

Who are you?, and how many others are with you? Hearing a wimper Idrial glanced at the boy and then back at the man infront of her. I will with draw my sword but make no mistake i will not hesatate to kill you if you give me cause.

Again she could feel eyes upon her and listened, hearing nothing she sheathed her sword and moved closer to the boy, and begain crushing the berrys she had gathered, and mixing them in the water she had already started. Still watching the man infront of her, and listining to the trees.

Gabriele was just as suprised when the stranger came tumbling into the elven woman's camp. She should have noticed him, and she silently cursed him and herself. She had been focused too much on the woman and boy.

It made no sense to remain sulking in the woods. The woman was clearly not at ease and knew she was being watched. And as far as Gabriele could tell, was on the side of good. Not that it mattered much to herself....

She stepped out of the trees, her hooves making a soft sound against the grass and sand. Her bow was sheathed, and her palms out in a sign of peace. Her eyes flickered between the woman, boy, and the stranger.

"I am Gabriele."

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OOC Intro:

Name: J'Lth NahDaliona <Pronounced nah-DAL-eye-own-a>
Age : 144
Race :Full Elf
Alignment: Neutral, follower of Elonnah
Weapon:Favours her Longsword, but is skilled with her Longbow as well
Description: Female Elf, weighing 96 Pounds without her gear, Blue eyes & grey hair, long flowing robe of a healer quarter-staff in hand, sword at the hip, bow & quiver of arrows across back, small chain adorning her head with a unicorn charm hanging down onto her forhead, earrings & rings are easily visible but not alluring you to desire them for some reason...

IC:
Upon seeing deaths in her vision, J'Lth mounted the fastest horse in Dalvair she pushed the poor thing as fast as she could... when she arrived at Kant it was already too late... all had been burnt to the ground... no life in these ashes was felt...relaxing to meditate she calls on her goddess Elonnah to help her try to feel something..Crying out in pain as it all floods her, buckling her to her knees, the killing, the suffering, the burning & the fear...
but wait... what was that... something was here... I can feel it...how many... 2, maybe 3?? so recently yet without pain... latecomers, looters or helpers??
Standing J'Lth tries to remember her friends teachings of tracking...looking around she sees the disturbed boards... going over she feels the energy surge to her as she searches the area...
He was here... still alive, somehow....hoofprints & then footprints... someone on a mount.... there are the 3 I felt... though something is still at odds within me... seeing the sword marking but no blood hope re-builds within her... whistling for her mount she takes note of the way the tracks seem to lead... slowly mounting the poor horse she walks it along the trail, grateful it is willing to push on yet knowing it will, as all horses of Dalvair are know for endurance & strength. Taking an apple from her robe she breaks it in half... reaching down & offering half to her mount & nibbling on the rest herself...thinking to herself
Where is the boy? If the vision came for me to save him why was I not in time? Why was he not here? walking her horse through the woods not caring if she is heard after the death & destruction she just saw & felt.....

Idrial looked from the stranger to the Centuar who appeard showing that she ment no harm She was a beautifuly graceful creature even standing still as she was.

It was you that followed me... she said stating a fact rather than asking a question. She moved to stand potectivly over the boy. welcome Gabriele I would be greatful for any help you can offer.. she said knowing that Centuars were caotic creatures and could be ether good or evil depending on the situation, or the cause. She still watched the human as well wating his responce to her questions as well.

Max picked himself up and sat down, "I'm just a wandering vagrant. I was going to the town, but I saw there's little point to it now. Know who did it?"

Gabriele halted a few feet away from the half elf and the stranger. She wouldn't get any closer, for her comfort and other reasons.

"Be not afraid for the boy. Centuars do not hurt foals, as a rule."

She assessed the boy from where she stood. Although she was no healer, she was well versed in the ways of battle wounds. She cursed herself more now that she did not have a pouch of the healing herbs.

"He is battered, burned. Probably a concussion as well. A concoction of woodland lillies may help."

Name: Forral Ironhand
Age: 29
Race: Human
Description: Tall and broadshouldered. Black short hair and grey eyes. There is pain in his eyes that never really vanishes. Brought there by things he have seen and done. He carries himself with pride that have not completely perished.

IC:

The slaughter and screams was still echoing in his mind when he awoke from the darkness. Forral forced his eyes open, feeling the pain doing so. Thankfully he had a hard skull. The Vandles raiding party must have made camp not long ago. Feeling the awkvardness of his situation he sees the sentry guarding him only two feet away. The look of spite in his face when eying Forral said much. None of the Vandles had ever liked him. They where just glad that his stupid act during this raid would get him hanged.

Now Forral was stripped down to his waist, only wearing his leather trousers and boots. His arms was twisted behind his back and bound. His head ached from the blow he received to it earlier. Nothing compared to the pain in his mind though. The murders and rapes was still fresh in his memory.

He looked up at Sergeant Obrin approaching. The sergeant halted just in front of him with a sinister smile on his lips. "So this is it." He said. With a cruel grin he lashed out with his foot and hit Forral in the face and all turned black around the highlander once again.

blackopal19 said:

Gabriele halted a few feet away from the half elf and the stranger. She wouldn't get any closer, for her comfort and other reasons.
"He is battered, burned. Probably a concussion as well. A concoction of woodland lillies may help."

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Treading in on what seemed to be a motley assortment of creatures I feel Him... alive, but slowly slipping.... gaining my composure I Introduce myself...
" My Name Is J'Lth, healer from Dalvair, the young boy you hold , His death came to me in a disturbing vision, I took the fastest horse we had & rushed here to avert it but I was too late. I had hoped he had not died, if you would allow me to I would like to see him & possible heal him, if my magik is powerful enough... I slowly dismount putting the leads on the ground, pausing beside my horse, out of respect, until told I may step forward, thankful that these people have found the boy rather than him dying in the town where almost all others were slaughtered...

Forral awoke to a world of pain from a sleep of nightmares. The dreams still haunted him as he opened his eyes. His bruised body ached but not as much as his soul. The images of dead bodies and how the soldiers forced in the surviving women in a house where they used them. Followed by the burning of the house. The screams of the dying women was what drove Forral to act. He ran with his claymore high, straight at 3 Vandles soldiers. Completely surprising them. 3 strikes with his sword and they where dead. He never slowed his pace and ran right up to the burning house.

Once there he knew he was to late. The screams had ceased. Knowing what was coming he turned and assumed his fighting position. The slaughter was over and he had the soldiers full attention. The fight was brief but brutal. He took down 2 more before he was overwhelmed by their numbers and was clubbed into oblivion. No wonder he was in such pain. He almost wish they had killed him right then. There was no honor in being hanged.

Even as he lay there with his mind reflecting over the events of this sinister act he felt the rebirth of his pride. That pride that was lost 3 long years ago. His lips turned up in a pleased smile. Regaining pride in himself was worth dying for.

"Wow, what a motley assortment. If I believed in fate or destiny I'd say this is some kind of portent, but I don't so it must be sheer random chance. I'm completely unqualified to help the kid so I'm going to sleep if you don't mind."

With that Max simply lay down and shut his eyes.

***

He looked at the flicker of flame at the end of his finger, watching his flesh sizzle and crackle, fat melting and popping.

"What's that? The Vandles are near? Yes, yes of course I'll feed you. I wouldn't want to be accused of negligence my sweet red-haired child."

The tiny flame went out and the seared flesh began to regenerate, he wrapped the sticky mess in a strip of burlap. The Vandles had to pay for ruining his work. If he had been allowed to finish the pattern of accelerant around the town, the pattern created when he burned Kant would have been visible from the mining town at the top of the mountain. But they spoiled it, the artistry had been lost in an orgy of looting and violence.

He soon came unto their campsite, and admired the circle of campfires with the rowdy soldiers huddled around them. He noticed a man who was likely a prisoner, he regretted that he wasn't kept near the campfire. He held aloft a bandaged hand and licked his lips.

The campfires soon shot up and exploded blinding and burning the surprised raiders and as they tried to crawl away the fires snaked out to burn them down. The only ones spared were Forral and Sergeant Obrin, who had stepped out of the camp to urinate.

Satisfied, the Burlap Man kept going.

Morigann Pendragon Bounty Hunter

Morigann walked soundlessly upon the company of creatures. Watching each one she kept her eyes and ears open. She only wanted what would lead her to the Vandles. She knew the amount on their heads would ease the suffering in her empty and dry pockets. She squatted down listening intently as J'Lth came forward. She knew each creature by the fire. She could not, however, see the boy with which they all seemed to be taken. Holding her sword at her side, she emerged into the ight of the fire facing them all eye to eye.

"I am Moriganne Pendragon, daughter of Lord Pendragon from Elenvia. I mean none of you any harm. I wish only to warm myself by your fire and take nourishment of your food" she spoke. Her voice was soft and harsh at the same time. What she really hoped for was honey mead, hoping that one or more would have it and offer it to take. She had been without a drink for some time and it had made her a little offensive.

Idrial nodded in agreement with Gabriele's suggestion of the flowers willing to try anyting to help the boy. He was their only clue as to what had happend at Kant.

Hearing Max's statement Idrial couldnt help the look of anoyance that crossed her face nor the small smile that pursed her lips as he lay down and slept. His statment was true he could not help the boy, but perhaps would be of better use and able to help later.

Seeing movement in the shadows Idrial turned from Max and Gabriele to face the new commer, tho she only asked to share their fire Idrial noticed there was something different about her, but there was plenty to share. Come forward you may share our fire for a time. she said.

Looking down at the boy she could see that he was rocking back and forth stairing into the flames of the fire. Kneeling down next to him she touched his forhead gently checking to see if he were running a fevor.. Looking up at Gaberle she said. Would you gather the flowers and things you think will be use full. He needs aid quickly he is the only one who can tell us what happend in he village, and give us some clue as to who we are up against.

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Looking up at Gaberle she said. Would you gather the flowers and things you think will be use full. He needs aid quickly he is the only one who can tell us what happend in he village, and give us some clue as to who we are up against.

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"Please, I am a healer....allow me to try as she gathers her things in case I am not strong enough." bowing again as I stay near my horse, unsure if my presence is welcome...most despise full elf's as most are snotty & feel above most others, I on the other hand feel we all have a calling, no matter what our race or abilities.
" I was fortold of the village for a reason, but should you wish me to leave I shall.."

"Very well."

She wheeled herself around and trotted into the forest. She didn't know why she was helping these strangers. It certainly wouldn't affect her if the boy lived or died. It was odd to see so many strangers together. Usually that meant only trouble.

It was difficult to just find the rare flowers. She had to go deeper than she wanted into the darkening forest. Once found, she knelt upon her front legs on a patch of soft moss and started to pick the fragrant blossoms.

O'Bonn (see descr. in OCC post)

He was too late to the village. The attack had come already. And it had been a total slaughter. Tears welled up in the Elf's eyes. He wept for the lives that had been lost. All life was precious to him.

There had been a special contact in Kant. A man-child, one that could turn the tides of war in the favor of Good. O'Bonn had been sent to recover him, to take him to safety within the Nation, where he could be tended by the Healers of Dalvair and protected by the High Warriors.

But he had failed. Or had he?

He pressed his ear to the soft earth and listened with his heart. There had been a battle, indeed. But the man-child had lived. He had been taken. By an elf? No, no, not entirely an elf. A half-breed? O'Bonn shivered as the earth told him. A rare chance to see, indeed. He only hoped this one was not prone to mischief. If the man-child was harmed, it would mean darkness for all.

O'Bonn ran, following in their wake that the air itself seemed to carry to him. He must reach them. Although it was night, the half-breed would more than probably have the Elven gift of sight, and had continued on. He ran faster than he had ran before, covering ground so quickly even he would not have thought it possible.

And soon, he was upon them. He smelled the smoke from the flickering fire even before he saw it. And the presences within were like a blossom's breeze carried on the wind.

He made no pretense about skulking or waiting. He stepped into the clearing out of the shadows, knowing their surprise would be well given because he had moved without sound or sight.

He crossed his arms, looking at each in turn. He bowed slightly to J'Lth NahDaliona, and spoke to her in Elvish:

"I see thou hast been given the word as well, Healer."

His eyes took in the bandaged creature, then turned to the half-breed. He then counted the horses, and raised an eyebrow. The presences of the equines told him there was one more somewhere.

Turning back to Idrial, he spoke again in the human tongue. "I am O'Bonn, High Warrior, and the man-child is henceforth under my liege. Stand thee aside."

He made no request. He did not, however, know of the child's wounds, and the attempts that were being made now to save him. He would know, though, that these creatures now in this forest would make powerful allies against the darkness that was coming.

AmenRa said:

He crossed his arms, looking at each in turn. He bowed slightly to J'Lth NahDaliona, and spoke to her in Elvish:
"I see thou hast been given the word as well, Healer."
His eyes took in the bandaged creature, then turned to the half-breed. He then counted the horses, and raised an eyebrow. The presences of the equines told him there was one more somewhere.
Turning back to Idrial, he spoke again in the human tongue. "I am O'Bonn, High Warrior, and the man-child is henceforth under my liege. Stand thee aside."
He made no request. He did not, however, know of the child's wounds, and the attempts that were being made now to save him. He would know, though, that these creatures now in this forest would make powerful allies against the darkness that was coming.

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Replying in Elven to O'Bonn I ask... " Please O'Bonn, sheath your blade, these beings mean no harm, but have yet to ask my help. There is a Centaur in the woods picking flowers for a remedy, but the halfling has not yet allowed nor asked of my help even though it has been offered. She alone saved the child from the ashes as he was left for dead.. I know not what they wish him for yet they do not seem to trust me as they have welcomed a wanderer asking for honey mead yet have not extended the same curtousy to myself, even when offering help..I am at a loss, I had the death vision & arrived as quickly as my mount could handle, yet I fear the child may die still before his protectors realize his destiny..."
Not knowing nor caring if any of the protectors understood elven I continued on...
"What of this destiny? I know when the visions come that they are of utmost importance yet I know not why...The stables know that if I require a mount I get the fastest they have, as time is of the essence... Perhaps a more civil explaination rather than force, help me to encourage the trust rather than shatter it...the Elders of Dalvair shall know all before we return, of this I am sure as they are powerful seerers"

O'Bonn, High Warrior and Captain of the Royal Guard, bowed his head once again to the Healer J'Lth NahDaliona.

"As you wish," he stated in the Elven tongue. "Thou art wise, and in good faith." O'Bonn let close the clasp on his scimitar. He peered to the young man-child, and then to the half-Elf. She was beautiful. A smile almost played at the corners of his mouth, but he turned back to J'Lth.

"It was said, among Those Who Know, that a man-child would bring order to the darkness that threatens. L'Tan The Wise interpreted this prophecy to mean a certain child, born under a certain sign, to unknown parents, shall face the Three Trials and overcome them. This child shall then unite all houses and all beasts, and face a great evil, and this he shall overcome also."

O'Bonn stepped closer to her, so, even though he spoke their native language, still only she could hear him. "How is this possible that a human, in their duplicity and greed, could do this? And yet, even a child?" He shook his head, causing his shimmering tail to brush back and forth like that of a horse. "I do not understand this, Daughter of Elonnah. It is not mine to understand."

O'Bonn looked once again to the half-Elf. "Again, I say, I am O'Bonn, son of M'Rhun. No harm shall come to this child while I live. And, as you are now his guardian as well, no harm shall befall you." O'Bonn bowed deeply. "My lady, I am at your service."

Forral was startled and not a little afraid when all hell broke lose. The campfire exploded, blinding him. Not sure if he could believe what he saw he crawled backwards. Even farther away from the fire. Completely helpless with his hands tied behind his back his efforts to come to safety are manic. Somehow he managed to get up on his feet and starts to run against the relative safety of the forest. Not caring what direction he is running. Just wan´t to get away. His feets stubbles over a branch and he falls head first down a small hill.

The smell of the boy's blood was almost intoxicating to Morrigann but she knew to taste even just a drop would be death. She watched amused as O'Bonn and J'Lth exchanged words in Elvish. She was very adept at the different language of the forrest realm inhabitants. Her only concern as she thanked the girl Idrial for the use of the fire was that she not be found out for who she was. Everyone knew Pendragon's daughter had been captured and taken deep into the forrest on All Hallow's Eve many years before, they did not know however, that she had returned but as the night walking creature before then. She gazed intently at each one by the fire. The tall elvish man and the healer, the boy, the half elf, the centaur. She had at one time fed on the blood of these creatures kind. Her mind raced as she looked deep into the thoughts of these creatures. But finding only a block with no way to proceed, she asked politely for mead or water, knowing they would all wonder why she had not asked for food. They were food, sources of life, but something told Morrigann that to break the blood open on any of those around would mean death not only to her, but to any living creature.

Cautiously, she asked J'Lth, "Anything I can do to help?" knowing full well the healer would dismiss her becaue she was not Elf kind. It just felt right to Morigann to offer though.

Mystical Avalon said:

Cautiously, she asked J'Lth, "Anything I can do to help?" knowing full well the healer would dismiss her becaue she was not Elf kind. It just felt right to Morigann to offer though.

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"You seem to have gotten a better welcome than I , maybe you could persuade them to allow me to lay my healing hands upon the child before it is too late" Feeling a bit odd talking to this stranger, knowing there should be no ill will against one whom has given no concern...Yet unable to shake the feeling of forebodence...Drawing in a deep breath I ask the goddess for guidance...

Max shifted listlessly and turned onto his other side and opened his eyes, he seemed fairly unsurprised by the presence of even more people around the campfire.

"Hey now, I was here first. Can't you just follow my lead and we can all saw a few logs? The kid's going to be okay. No reason to stay up all not making melodramatic introductions."

With that he tucked his arms underneath the back of his head and drifted back to sleep.

Gabriele wasted no more time. Taking whatever blossoms she had she made her way back to the camp, and was suprised to find another elf present.

She stepped forward and tossed down the blossoms. She had had enough. She knew her curiosity had drawn her into something she should not be involved with. Elven ones were never her favorite, anyways.

"I've done my part. The health of the boy is none of my concern."

She gave them all one final look and slowly backed into the darkening forest, before turning upon a path. She did not need the trouble the group would bring her.