A Quest for Affection and Protection ~Closed~

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~~closed to Hidden Jewel~~~


There was a fight happening in the deep of the Forest, many heavy footsteps could be heard trampling the soft earth. They were searching for something or someone, everything was getting stomped and destroyed in there path, the once beautiful forest was becoming a wasteland. Where the orcs went, they left chopped down trees, burning logs, trampled flowers and bushes. They slaughtered any living thing they came across, who or whatever they were looking for had to be found.

The swift footed man jumped from tree branch to tree branch ahead of the pack of orcs, he looked backed and sighed as he saw the path of destruction they left behind them. He had to do something, but he did not want to spill blood in this forest, stain the earth with there dirty blood. As he stopped on a branch and looked to them, he crouched down and pulled forth a bright blue gem and he looked to it as it seemed to hold a dark cloud in the middle. The man watched through his golden eyes and he chanted a spell of some sort as he threw the gem as high as he could, he looked and wanted to destroy the pack of orcs, but he knew better than to attack with rage in his heart and mind. It was a fools plan. He knew he had to find the leader and take him out, than the orcs would just leave.

He than started to wait to see if the leader would reveal himself... he would wait, there would be no way the pack would find him. Not with the help of his enchanted cloak. He watched them carefully and kept watch as the gem took its effect and a storm started to brew the man with the gold eyes grinned, things would get interesting now. He pulled his cloak tighter around him as he blended into the tree now. He felt the wind pick up as the rain came down and the clouds covered the sky and really made the forest dark. This was a good time to move, he looked and saw how the water covered the trees and it would be very difficult even for him to stay balanced on the move...

Even for an Elf...

He hopped down as thunder sounded from the sky and lightning crashed and covered his landing as he was on the prowl already.

He had thoughts as he moved of his sister, his beautiful beautiful sister, what would he do with out her, who would he be...

He sneaked his way through the forest behind the orcs as they made camp and the man waited for the leader to show before he killed him. This man was a hunter, an assassin of the forest, he hid his true potential from his family though, he did not want them knowing what kind of person he was, but when things like this came into his homeland, he had to deal with it in this manner. He picked off a few orcs and took something they had stolen, something they had no idea of what it was or what it was worth. But this man was not an ordinary forest elf, he had vast knowledge of the outside world and he knew what the item was in the case, well items he should think.

The man drew his deadly dagger and waited. He could hear heavy footsteps approaching, it sounded very different than the others, so he knew this had to be the leader. This one sounded armored and a lot heavier and in the company larger company. Giants and orgers he imagined. The elf feared not what was there, he had his family to protect and his village. His village did not even know of his training or work outside of the village, but he would not let these foes hurt anyone here. It was bad enough of the destruction they caused already, he was very angry that he let that happened, but he was to do this with tactic, he did not want to expose himself to much. That and he did not want to bring to much attention to this part of the forest.

He than saw the entourage that was with the leader, the orc himself was a very strong looking one, he wore dark jagged armor, a helmet that had a very large pointed end on the top, and on his back was a jagged edged great sword that smoke was emanating from... the elf watched as he walked in the middle of a defensive formation of two hill giants and three orge magi, that were far less armored. The elf watched as they walked by stunned.

What the hell is going on... were these items really that powerful, did they really know what they were.

He knew he was over his head, he watched as they walked right pass him and he thought about it, could he kill that orc with a shot, or would he not be able to pierce that armor...

Best not to risk it, he ran off into the forest and headed to his home.

He got back and he spoke a spell and his home appeared and he walked in to the enchanted home. Here he lives alone and he protects it from all intruders, his family lives in the village with the others. He strips his cloak from his body and lets it hang on the hook to dry, his body was revealed to be very muscular and defined, he was still very lean, but very cut up. His body showed signs of many battles, scars spread across his back from swords and daggers slashing and stabbing his body, arrows and bolts piercing his flesh left there marks. His bright blue hair hung low on his body, it was not kept in a fashionable manner, it was kept very shaggy and messy all the time, but he didn't care. His gold eyes were bright as gold bars as he looked at his dry clothes and he dressed himself as he went to the window and called for his messenger falcon, he than looked to the treasure he stole from the pack and wondered what was so important that they needed a pack and leader like that. He knew the items were magically imbued, but to see a pack like that... something was up.

He looked over and saw a picture of his Sister, she was so beautiful, so perfect, he wanted her, but she was his sister... why did things have to be the way they were... he shook his head as he looked at it and smiled. The things he would do to her... no no, I can't think of things like that... have to get the village warned...

He wrote the note in warning, and sent it off immediately, he than turned and look, the storm was still going in the area he left. He had time...

Jarvis smiled as he still looked to the picture and he walked over to his lavish bed and laid in it as he thought of his sister.
 
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Sorcha was out on the roof of their family home and was looking up at the stars. She was a beautiful young woman and her beauty matched that of her mother. She had long brown hair and brown eyes with full lips and the beautiful elven ears. Standing 5'5 she was shorter than some but she found it was an advantage as many did not seem to take her seriously but she showed them with her magick.

As she laid there watching the stars she tried to do something that she was just learning how to do. She called out to her brother feeling something was off but wasn't sure what it was.

"Jarvis...."

She just said his name just in case others were around and could hear her too. She loved her brother and wished he was around more but he chose to live in his own home and didn't have time for her like he did when they were younger. They used to be the best of friends but now they were at times like strangers and she missed him very much.
 
Jarvis, looked to the sky and he felt someone calling his name... he put his hand to his heart as he looked to the night sky...

"Sorcha..."

He could feel her, he could feel her call his name out... He shook his head and he rolled out of bed, and went outside to his balcony. He would visit home in the morning, he wondered what the pack of orcs were doing, he laid a very deadly trap for them, he led them to a very intricate part of the forest, one that would have them going in circles for days... he hoped

He looked to where the village was and he smiled, he had good times there, but what he had become, he had to leave the village... he moved his home to the mountain area of the forest. A very magically protected sanctuary. Jarvis must have aged himself by 300 years after he was done with the wards and enchantments. There was already a long silver streak through his beautiful blue hair.

Jarvis meditated for a few hours and suddenly awoke as he threw his silk gray shirt with his family's house sigil, his black formal pants with his belt with his deadly Katana and assasin dagger on it. He slid his magical bracers on with his rings next. He looked at himself as he threw his large black hat that was plumed with a pink feather today and he stepped forward as he threw his ranger cloak on. He smiled when he saw himself in the mirror.

"Sorcha, im coming for you..."

He walked forward as he held his hand out and opened a dimensional portal up and he walked through it and into his families house. He looked around as he saw the guards advance, than stop when they saw who it was.

"At ease boys... I wouldn't want to make you have a dead night now..."

He laughed as she walked up the treebranch staircase, he went right into his little brothers room and saw he was practicing with his traning sword and he quickly took a swing at Jarvis. Jarvis rolled left as the blade came at him and he took up a sheet into his hands that was on the floor and he side stepped another swing from his little brother and Jarvis quickly wrapped the boy in the sheet.

"You are slow tonight little brother... what if I was an enemy... oh..."

The boy vanished in the sheet and he felt a hard slam at the back of his head as he was struck by a mallet. Jarvis stepped forward and smiled as he knew he was there the whole time... he laughed.

"Yetis, you are getting quite good with the conjuring spells, I am proud of you."

He took his little brother into his arms and carried him into his sisters room, Jarvis had 3 sisters, and 5 brothers. Jarvis was the oldest of them all, Sorcha being the second oldest.

Jarvis: "Where is Sorcha?"

He saw the other kids running around this huge room for all the kids and did not see Sorcha, he closed his eyes and could smell her scent, it was a sweet scent to her. He followed it to the study and saw she was in her room and he was at the balcony next to her room. He turned and looked to her as she lay on the feinting couch in the doorway.

"My dear sister Sorcha, what ever will I do with you... always lounging around... letting the kids run and do what ever they want..."

He grinned as he ran his hand through his blue hair and sighed.

"I remember being a young lad, staring at the stars all the time... those were the days..."

He looked back when he heard his mother and father speaking to the guards.

"Of course they ignore my presence... damn them..."

He slammed his fist into the tree branch and sighed again.

"Sister, why are you so quite, do you not miss your brother?"

He could see her form lying on the couch and he grinned as he love to tease her.

"I know it is not the size of your breasts that is keeping you down on the couch..."

He laughed again as he knew she hated it when he teased her about her breast size, she knew he loved big breasts and she did not have them. He always teased her though.
 
Sorcha smiled as she laid on the roof and heard him speak back to her. Her heart skipped a few beats and that is when she made her way back down to her room and laid there on her lounger waiting for him. She heard some commotion in the hallway and smiled to herself knowing he was there now.

She waited until he came to her room and laid there not moving even as he was taunting her and joking with her. No longer able to contain her excitement she got up and hugged him closely and kissed his cheek.

"Welcome home my brother...don't pay them any mind. They are up in arms once again."

She rolled her eyes and sighed softly as she looked to him. Taking him in she smiled up at him.

"You're looking old...but good."

She giggled and hugged him once again. He was the only one in the house that truly understood her and accepted her the way she was.
 
Jarvis smiled as he looked to his dear sister, lazy as always and always so absolutly enchanting. She took all of their mothers features, it was amazing.

"Old? At least I look like I should, and not some flat chested little boy..."

He chuckled at that coment and pulled forth from his bag a shinning green apple, he tossed it at her.

"Here eat this sis, maybe you will get some tits if you eat it..."

He took another one from his bag and smiled as he took a large bite, he could not take his eyes off his sister.

"These apples are from the gardens of the harpies, I took a seed from them and started to grow one. They say these apples hold magical properties, but I have not seen any effect. Oh by the way my dear sister, here got you a present."

He took from his small bag a large spell book, that was way to big for that bag. But Jarvis was very good at picking up magical items, from people. This bag was among many.

"Here this a spell book I took from an undeserving lich, it holds many powerful spells and secrets, only problem is..."

He tossed her a large crystal skull and if you look inside of it, there was a small form of a wizard in there.

"Never break this open, it holds the lich's soul... the book I written in some different tongue, one I have never heard. Ask him, or should I say convince him to translate it."

He yawned and stretched his arms as he looked to the distance.
 
Sorcha pouted at him when he started teasing her about her body. She had become overly sensitive about it since she was getting teased so much by others and even told no one would ever love her. Tears welled in her eyes and she took the apple as she fought to keep them from pouring out.

Sitting on her lounger she took the book he offered not saying anything to him. As he handed her the crystal skull she looked inside of it and saw the wizard that was in there.

"How am I supposed to convince him to translate this book? Would it not be easier to do a spell to translate?"

Sorcha looked up at him wondering what his answer would be.
 
He took his sister into his arms as he sensed her feelings were hurt.

"Oh, Sorcha... I am only teasing you, do not take it personally... you have a magnificent body... other than your tits..."

He tickled her for a moment.

"And my dear sister, I am sure you can convince the lich to translate, no there is no spell to change it either my dear sister. His magic is very powerful, and very destructive, do not let mother or father see this book. It is a very dangerous one. I thought you would like it, but if not."

He took the book and skull from her.

"I thought you were a mage... no mage could resist this... I guess I shall just destroy these."

He let her go and he started to walk off with them.
 
She shook her head and slapped at him when he tried to tickle her after the backhanded compliment. She started to say something when he took the book from her and started to walk off with them. Standing up Sorcha got a little pissy and was going to show him. She slammed the door shut and locked it from where she stood.

"Now now dear brother, you should know better than to turn your back on a mage especially one you've just insulted."

Using something she learned she lifted the book and the skull from his grasp or so she tried to at least.

"Those are mine as you did just give them to me so don't think for a second you'll be walking out of here with them at least not without a fight."
 
He grinned when she started to use magic against him. she should know better than that, he let her levitate the book an skull into the air and his hands came up and h started to weave his handsin an intricate spell weave, she knew that Jarvis was not a mage to contest with and usually foes were destroyed in the worst way. Jarvis has studied in many of the arcane paths, druid and shaman paths, and some divine powers. Jarvis breathed deep as he saw Sorcha"s eyes go wide as he released his water spell and a large wave of wate formed behind him and Jarvis smiled as he would flood this entire room if he let the full spell go off.

"Sorcha my dear sister, you know what happens when mages challange me... you are no different..."

He grinned as he held his hand out and pointed a finger at her and a shot of ice cold water sprayed out from his finger at her and soaked her. He walked closer to her as he sprayed water at her.

"You do realize that is was I who defeated the lich and captured it inside its own phallacracy. I want you to learn to communicate with these creatures. I know all the spells in this book, I want you to learn them as well."

He looked to her and saw her wet form and grinned as he could see her skin clinging to the fabric. He held his other hand up and formed lightning on it.

"Test me not, I will shock you. Now put those objects down."

He smiled at her.
 
She was wet and furious at her brother for what he was doing. She put the objects down and turned from him. Oh how he infuriated her to the point that she was ready to cry and she hated that about herself. Sorcha spoke up without even looking at him.

"I am different than other mages Jarvis...I am your sister that makes me different."

She wondered how he got so mean, the brother she remembered was not quite this cruel to her. Perhaps it was the time away from his home and that she had grown up that caused them to grow apart.
 
"Yes sister, you are different, that is why I did not destroy you, I simply wet you my beautiful sister. And you study the arcane and could not counter my spell... did you learn nothing from me..."

He shook his head as he walked to her with. Towel in hand and he wrapped her up in it.

"I am sorry, I was only having a bit of fun with you."

He held her hand open and blew hot breath over it and a gold rose appeared in her hand.

"For you my dear sister. And only for you."

He smiled at her.
 
"I'm sorry but you my dear brother have been gone far to long. I suppose you haven't heard the rules around here."

She rolled her eyes at the thought but it's part of the reason she had called out to him. She let him wrap the towel around her and shivered a little as she watched him make the gold rose.

"Thank you brother and I've learned a lot just have to choose when to use spells. Don't need to be getting into trouble for it."
 
"I know it has been awhile my dear sister... I am truly sorry for that, I have not meant to stay away, but you have to understand, father and I do not see eye to eye anymore. If he knows that I am here..."

A loud roar of a man could be heard.

Father: "JARVIS!!"

Jarvis looks to the door and he shakes his head.

Jarvis: "See what I mean, father just does not understand... and what rules are you talking about sis?"

He chanted a spell and his finger started to glow blue and he drew a door in the air and he smiled at her.

"I do not to leave, but the village is in danger and... what rules?"

What rules was she talking about.
 
Sorcha jumped when she heard her father's voice. She bit her lip knowing she was in for it if he was caught in her room.

"Hide..do something just...I don't know put that away. You will get me killed if he sees magick."

She sighed and was running around a little like a scared little cat and she looked back at him.

"No magick for me and I'm pretty well locked away in here because he doesn't want me to end up like you."
 
Jarvis grinned as she said that.

"Sis, I do not hide from anyone... not even our father."

He looked to the door and heard his footsteps, he did not want to get his sister in trouble or endanger her. He than heard multiple footsteps, heavy footsteps.

"How dare he!"

Jarvis drew his sword and looked to his sister.

"Sorcha... open the doorway and go through it, it will take you my home, I will be right behind you."

His other hand now swirled with fire now around it.

"FATHER! Why bring them into this!"

The door burst open and his father a large elf of size, with his slender long sword and a large shield, he wore no armor though.

Jarvis: "Father, this is not necessary, I know you do not want me here, but Sorcha is my sister, as she is your daughter, I am your son, just because I went down a different path than the one you wanted for me. I did it to protect our family, our people. More than you can Father..."

His father sighed and looked to him.

Father: "You went to the side of evil, you learned coward techniques, you learned to stab people in the back."

Jarvis's hand went to his dagger and he shook his head.

Jarvis: "No Father, I learned much more than that. I learned how to save. And as we speak, there is a large force led by an Orc of massive power... it would seem..."

He shook his head, he did not want to tell father of what he took from them. Until he learned what they did. He took a deep breath. His father looked to him and told his men to go get the scouting party and search the area of the storm. Jarvis than shook his head.

"Father, I know you are disappointed in me, but you have to understand the path I took is for the best. I will leave now."

His father than looked to him and Jarvis vanished with a hand sign.

He appeared in his room and sighed. He looked around and wondered if Sorcha took the doorway. Something bothered him, what was it.
 
Not wanting to get into trouble with her father right now or see how Jarvis planned on handling things, she stepped through the portal that he made and landed in his house. She moved out of the way not sure what to expect and found a safe place to hide while she waited for him to come through.

Once she saw her brother come through the portal she came out of hiding and looked to him. Her arms crossed over her body as she stared up at him.

"Are we safe here?"
 
Jarvis came through the portal and saw Sorcha hiding.

"Don't be silly sis, you are in my home. Nothing can enter here without my permission. You are safe."

He smiled as he looked at her and he took his belt off and his shirt. He took his dagger off and looked at it in its sheath. He than tucked it in his the back of his pants.

"Father is such a imbesel, I can not believe it."

He ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh.

"Who does he think he is, I should knock him from his high horse..."

He looked to her.

"You should be able to do whatever you want Sorcha, if you want to learn the Arcane, than you should be able to..."

He walked over to a door and opened it to show her his library.

"Here is where you can study, go on Sorcha... we will wait a while before I send you home."
 
She stood there with him and nodded to him as she listened. Sorcha wasn't quite the same girl he left behind she was a lot more timid than she once had been.

"I wish you wouldn't speak so ill of him. He is our father after all."

She knew he meant well but she didn't want to feel the backlash from him as she once had before when he first left. Their mother was no help in protecting her but there is nothing to be done of that now. She looked at the library her eyes went wide as she looked at him.

"He is going to be angry when I do return. I don't think prolonging the inevitable."

Not that she really wanted to go home and away from her brother either.
 
He looked to her with shock.

"Sorcha are you kidding me... that man does nothing but hold you back. Like he held me back, a high council seat waited for me for what... to get old and weak and see this land burn to the ground... no I willnot submit to the will of a coward. He dares raise that sword and shield at me. A coward hides behind a shield and watches those he loves die and suffer, a warrior rushes head long into battle to protect those he loves and mkes sure they can live a life of happiness."

He sighed as he shook his head in frustration.

"Sorcha, father is a fool and will get the village killed. The force I encountered was one not to fool around with, orcs yes, but not normal orcs, organized, smart... also ogers and giants followed this lead orc... this orc alone was different... he was..."

Images flashed through his mind, pain and murder... death... Jarvis fell to one knee and held his temples in pain, he screamed with pain and rage as he passed out on the ground.
 
She sat down and let him vent his frustrations and was doubled over with her head on her lap trying to figure out just what was going on. She loved her brother but he was talking ill of their father and family for the most part because the others are the same as their father.

Sorcha looked up at him when he was talking about the beings that were mobilized toward the village. She was confused but let him go on when she seen him scream out in pain before he passed out. Getting up quickly she was by his side and shaking him.

"Jarvis...Jarvis...wake up please wake up."

She checked and seen he was still breathing and had no idea what to do. She just shook him and yelled to him hoping he would come back soon to her.
 
Jarvis was seeing a glimpse into the future, a future of what was to come.

The village was on fire, bodies of the dead lay every where, strung up, stuck on pikes along the gates. Cages were laid all over, holding the women and childen. The once beautiful elven village lay in ruins.

Heavily armored orcs and goblins were patroling the roads, killing anything that resembled an elf. In one high structure a older elf bearing a large shiled that was made of pure gold and shimmered a light blue glow shieled himself from a barrage of arrows, he was holding the hand of a young elven child who's eyes were as gold as his shield and he was backing up, he was yelling at the child to retrieve his sword from the ground and the child screamed for her father telling him that her mother was dead. He tried to hold off the orcs, but the tower itself fell to the ground and seemed to turn to dust as a shaman cast his spell. The olde elf stood his ground as he saw the huge orc nearing and staring athim though his dark spiked helmet and he held his dark greatsword in one hand easily. The old elf laughed at the orc and the orc just swung his greatsword and knocked the mighty shield away and it clanged on the floor as it slid away, the older elf looked to the orc, tired, broken, but still willing to defend his village, to stand up for it. He held his stance and breathed as he glanced back to see his daughter holding onto his dear fathers leg for life. He smiled as he knew he could not beat this orc and he looked to see the army of filthly orcs, goblins, ogers, giants and a dragon...

"Jarvis... what did you do?"

He as than struck down by the orcs mighty greatsword and the old elf was turned to ash as the young elf lay there on the floor crying, screaming a name out.

"JARVIS!!! JARVIS!!"

The orc than held his hand out and asked for the items... than the girl slid back and sh watched as the dred sword came down on he...

Jarvis awoke screaming his sisters name

"NELLIA!!"

He had his hand reached out and he breathed heavily. He rolled to his feet and he ran in a dead sprint to a secret room. He franticly took out a small golden chest and opened it and he saw the items and he chanted a spell and held his hands over it.

"What is so special about these items... damn it..."

He sighed and sat back, still trying to catch his breath.
 
Sorcha was so confused she didn't know what was going on at all. She just sat there holding Jarvis as he laid there screaming and reaching his hands out for something. She quickly sat back as he sat up and was trying to breath.

"Jarvis what is it...I'm here."

She was also wondering who the girl he was calling out for was. None of it was making any sense to her right then. So she waited until he calmed down and could tell her more until then she just stared at him.
 
He heard Sorcha and he came out of the room as he sealed it closed.

"Everything is fine... well... not fine... I need you to go back and make sure... no, that can't be, you need to stay with me..."

He looked to his beautiful sister, he did not see her in his vision.

"We need to send for help... get help to the village..."

He took Sorcha into his arms and he held her close.

"My dear sister, I think we need to send you back."

He looked to her as he chanted a spell and his index finger glowed, like it did before.

"What do you want to do Sorcha? Stay with me, or go back?"
 
She held him tightly missing the feeling her brother so close. When he mentioned sending her back she looked up. It should have been an easy decision but it wasn't. She didn't want to leave him so soon and something told her he was going to need her close right now.

"No I'll stay. I'm not ready to go back."

She bit her lip and hugged him close again and sighed softly.
 
He was happy to hear that she was not ready to go back, that she wanted to stay with him there at his place. He just smiled at her as he let her go.

"Sorcha, we need to go back soon, I must warn father to mobilize the army and send for help. I can only do so much here."

He sighed as he stood up and walked back to the room with many luxiourus couches sat and he laid down across one as he watched his sister, undressng her with his eyes. He loved his sister in more ways than one, he wanted to touch her in the forbidden places where brothers shouldn't even imagine touching. He was a pervert though, he would sneak into her room when she was not there and take her panties, oh the pleasures he had with those...

He shook his head as he knew he was staring at her.

"Sis, can you get some drinks and some food, I am too famished to do it..."

He sighed as he trid to get his mind back to where it needed to be.
 
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