Gate of Kelga: Lost Orb (IC)

[Stalzyn]

Immediately Falkreath lost the orb, the Agil was lit. It's a touch, one in each of the nine ancient cities, they're magically connected so when one is lit, all is lit.
The nine kings could communicate through the fire of the Agil.
And so now, everyone is journeying to Skr'ndor. For the Third Gathering.

 

[Stalzyn]

New Easteal: Falkreath

In the underground sanctuary under the famous temple of Aurelion. On a stone in the middle, the trident of Aurelion was placed. But today instead of housing the luminious Orb of light. It was empty.
An old abbot stood staring at the trident. Hands in his cloak, eyes distant but filled with worry. At the back of his neck was the Guardian's mark. A small tattoo from birth of an orb on a trident.
Door creaks, footstep approaching. The abbot sighed.
"Are the horses ready General?" Abbot Shire asked his gaze not fluttering.
The general relaxed his stance, "yes, provisions for the journey have also been made. If we leave now, we shall arrive there in the morning of the third day. Maybe have an hour or two before the meeting begins."
"Has the king left the city?"
"Yes just before the morning sun rose he and the elite guards departed for Skr'ndor."
"I see...." Shire then turned to face the general. "Then we better start moving. The meeting will start only when the nine kings are assembled."
SP

 

[Stalzyn]

Abbot Shire couldn't help but wonder if Glandur the dark elf would be present since he was now in charge of Orcaez. Noticing the fire in the general's eyes, Shire asked if everything was alright.
"We've sighted the Screeling again. Just in the field of grains near the barrack. It mawed on the people there, among them was my son." anger gave way to tears.
"I'm sorry general. With the veil now weak this vile creatures has a chance to slip into our world. This times will really be dark. Where's the Screeling now?"
"Our swords couldn't cut into the creature. A man called Ardius, he's a potter chanted a spell that chased the beast. We haven't heard of it since last night. For all we know it might still be inside the city." Using this as a chance the general decided to ask a question for from what he'd read about the orb, it'd would take two weeks or more before the gate start weakening due to the absence of the Orb on the trident.

 

[Stalzyn]

"Guardian, don't you think the gate weakened too soon? Its just been two days after the disappearance of the Orb."
Shire went to the stone, chanted a spell, then removed the trident.
"The gate wasn't just weakened by the Orb's disappearance, it was also affected by the...." he paused as the door creaked again, then footfalls. A guard entered the sanctuary then slightly bowed to greet the abbot.
"The messenger we sent to Odrenz didn't make it. He died on the way. Messenger hawks brought back the thread." the guard said.
Shire still holding the trident hurried up towards the surface. More worried now than ever.

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria soared in the bright blue sky, everything looked small from up here, she was always a loner, usually irritated most the time and not wanting to be bothered, as well as many rude people, from who she was. She flew down a little and saw the ruines of Aurelion, the Sky city had never actually respected her for being her. Tamaria, circled her large body over Aurelion, it was the definition. Although she unwillingly came out here. She decided she would fly over until everyone else had arrived.

 

[JadeKnight]

Pallox had been in the capital city of Lukahn where the scared fire lit up to signal the stealing of the orb. He had been relaxing for a few days after completing a previous job. He offered his services to find the orb, and he was satisfied with the offered reward. As far as he knew, he didn't have any ties to the city, but then he didn't know anything of his past.

The journey took him two days by flight to the sacred island. He landed in a clearing away from the gathered army. He wasn't sure what to expect, taking his time to approach the ruined city.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Two days ago

"Best eleven out of twenty?" Jarl Redbeard called as he surfaced from the icy waters and swam to shore. His face was a mixture of amusement and genuine frustration. Ten consecutive losses to the braggart Tyr was a little difficult to stomach. Normally if someone had been as boisterous as Tyr would have been sent on a suicide mission.

And he had. Tyr had been sent to the most dangerous parts of the Coldlands one after enough. When the Ursa had plagued the villages of the east Tyr had been sent ahead of the main garrison. When the garrison arrived Tyr and the village had been feasting on bear flesh. He'd returned with several furs and four scars across his chest where one of the Ursa had slashed him him.

"I accept my Jarl, but after this I must be off for a time." Tyr called back laughing and stepping off the log and onto the pier.

"One last winner takes all?" The Jarl asked. The two had wagered a tankard of their family's ale.

"Aye. We could have skipped to this you know." Tyr replied.

Jarl Redbeard smiled and walked out to the pier then out to one end of the log stepping out onto it.

It wasn't just the Ursa Tyr had turned away. When the Blackfish had come and started taking the seals from the hunters of Icefang Peak Tyr had been sent to deal with them. If the stories were to be believed, and Tyr never denied them, he'd stood guard for two days and two nights silent among the seals with nothing but a bundle of harpoons and one by one had slain the Blackfish until they'd left.

One after another he'd been sent to the corners of the Coldlands in increasingly dangerous missions and not once did he complain. He seemed to revel in the chance to risk his life or occasionally simply toil for his kinsmen. Recently Jarl Redbeard had taken to keeping the young man close simply to prevent his legend from growing to great. Already there were many who thought he should lead.

"One final match." Tyr agreed stepping onto the log. "And then I shall enjoy the honeyed mead of your daughters."

Redbeard kept his emotions from his face as he started the log spinning. The two were at it for nearly a minute before Redbeard noticed that Tyr was hardly taking the game seriously anymore. He was more dancing on the log than trying to control it. He was even smiling. That was the final straw, Redbeard steadied himself and then leaped upward. The combination of the log unbalancing and the spin change drove Tyr into the freezing waters.

"It is I who will be enjoying the wine of your mother lad." Redbeard boasted walking to the shore while Tyr swam still smiling.

"Aye that you will." He replied lifting Aisizu and Firaga and placing them into the harness on his back.

" Are you going to let him insult you? Insult us? Kill him. Firaga hissed the moment his hand touched it's shaft.

"If you are meant to rule the Gods will grant it. You are the one who agreed to his winner take all gambit. A wise man would never have accepted.

"You coming?" Jarl called.

Tyr shook his head having lost himself in the conversation for a moment. Then he nodded.

Present Day

As soon as the Agil was lit Firlon had responded and Tyr had been sent along with a dozen companions and their leader.

 

[Stalzyn]

Northlands: Elfheim

Five days ago
Throughout the night, Taujiel tossed and turned. He was restless, fatigued and sweating for no reason. He couldn't help but feel something was terribly wrong. As a wizard of the 4th Order, Taujiel knew the storm, the eerie wind, was an omen. A bad omen.
At day break he'd hurried to the Alchemy, wanting to find something or someone that'll explain what the omen meant. He didn't have to search long, the news of the burning Agil had spread like wide fire among the young wizards.
Esgrar Aljuin a wizard of the 7th Order and the head of the wizard school of Elfheim summoned Taujiel immediately he was told of his arrival.
"As you have heard the Agil has been lit. You are aware of its meaning are you not?" Esgrar asked standing up from his chair.
Taujiel threw his eyes from gazing around the lustrous office of the high wizard. He'd been here only twice, when he invented a teleportation spell and now.
"Yes sir. I am aware of its meaning." he replied calmly and confidently.

 

[Stalzyn]

Esgrar nodded, "the message that came to the king said the temple was attacked and all guardians were killed. This means that you're the last of your kind, because of this, you owe the orb its due protection. While prince O'Bonn is leaving this morning to inspect what happened in Falkreath, King M'Ruhn will be attending the call like every other kings. You and i will be among his escort, as a guardian of the Orb and wizard of the 4th Order i believe you deserve to be at the gathering."
****
Current day.
Taujiel stood staring at the long mysterious bridge that led to the island of Skr'ndor. He was amazed at the number of creatures using the Granseal bridge.

 

[JadeKnight]

Pallox looked up for a moment when a large shadow passed over him. It was much too large for a bird. He shielded his eyes against the sun for a moment, seeing that it was a dragon. He smirked for a moment.

"Another dragon to join the fun."

He shifted his attention from the sky to one of the patrolling soldiers. He pointed at him, motioning him over.

"Come here, I want your help."

The soldier frowned, one hand going to his weapon as he walked to the stranger. He had to crane his neck a little to take in the half-dragon's six and a half foot height.

"What do you want mister?"

"I need to see whoever is in charge. Now."

The soldier scrolled at Pallox's rudeness, but led him through the camp. They soon came to the largest tent near the temple. Pallox waited outside while the soldier ducked inside. Pallox stretched his feathered wings out to their full twelve foot wingspan before folding them behind him once more, a hand resting on his sword hilt.

 

[Stalzyn]

Island of Skr'ndor: Camp of the Coldlands (Three days after the Agil was lit)

A man claded in expensive white armor stepped out of the tent. His hair was long and snowy, his skin pale and he was clearly not in a good mood. He glared at the 6'5ft half-dragon before asking his name. Pallox replied in his usual unceremonious manner.
My name is Hastrel, General of Frilon's army. You asked to see the person in charge of this camp. That'll be the king of the coldlands, and..." the man stared contemptly at him then shook his head. "....i'm not sure you're worthy to stand in his presense. I'll take you instead to Jarl Redbeard, he's in a better position to listen to you."
General Haxtrel led Pallox to another tent, not as large as the first but seemingly royal-like.
"Please wait." Haxtrel said before entering the tent. He slightly bowed to greet the Jarl, then nodded in respect to the other man in the room. Tyr Scarson, a man that was an example and model to all warriors in the Coldlands.

SP

 

[Stalzyn]

"There's a half-dragon outside, who insolently has requested to speak to the person in charge. I have brought him to you since the king is still with the king of Atlantis." Haxtrel told them.
The General couldn't help but stare at the twin axes at Tyr's hips. Story goes that they were alive, could talk and guide the warrior. He wondered if that was true.
"Bring him in." The Jarl said.

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial put out the fire to her camp sight making sure no sparks or coals remained alive to caus issue she had already rolled up her bedroll and picked everything else up leaving little sign at all of her presance.

The Dire wolf at her side leaned into the side of her leg, she reached down absently patting him before he moved off, she looked up into the trees spotting her other friend a red tailed hawk. Both she had rescued at some points in her adventuring who'd remained with her sense.

She walked over unteathering her horse and mounted guiding it in the direction she needed to go. One more days ride and she would be at the Temple, from there fate would guide her steps.

 

[Sean Renaud]

(psst, Tyr wields twin axes not swords.)

Tyr stood quietly in one corner of the tent. He was here to serve the Jarl and the King and as much trouble as he was capable of causing privately he would never do anything to embarass his lords in front of their peers.

"Untill the day comes when they are your peers." Firaga hissed insistently as she had the entire trip. Tyr didn't even wait for Aisizu to come along and silence her he just steadied his jaw and prepared.

Tyr did subtly shift his footing encase there was any danger to his Jarl. He doubted anybody would be so foolish as to attack them at this meeting but he wasn't here to take chances or trust in others. He was here to keep his company safe and serve in anyway that he could.

And he'd never seen a dragon, half or otherwise.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

It wasn't long before everyone seemed to be talking about the missing orb. As soon as Belliea heard about the meeting she knew she had to find a way in. If something big was going on she wanted to know all about it, she wanted to help. That night she packed some things and headed off towards Skr'ndor. She didn't know what to expect never having been far from her home but she was excited about the possibility of adventure. Maybe she'd get there and just be sent way but she at least had to try.

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria landed, her huge body onto the ground. And made a roar of her presence. Where everyone looked in her direction in amazement, or hatred.

Two days earlier.

Tamaria was asleep in her chambers when she was rudely interrupted by a servant.

"M,lady, the queen needs to speak to you at once, she expects you to be down in 30 minutes, no later, dressed and ready, it's very urgent!" The elf boy spoke eagerly and quickly. Tamaria groaned. "Very well, leave so I can perpare myself." She spoke irritatedy. The elf boy nodded and ran out of her chambers. After dressing in her usual long black gown, she went down into the throne room. Where she was greeted by a stressed queen. Tamaria was her main advisor and friend, and both maintained a good friendship.

"Tamaria! So good to see you, I am sorry for you to wake this way, but you must listen. You have heard of the orb, no?" The Queen of the Skypeople said looking her up and down quickly. Tamaria nodded, "Yes I know of it." The Queen smiled a weary smile. "We got the signal it was stolen, this morning. And they hold a meeting in two days. You must attend this meeting and do what you have to do to get it back in Aurelion. You will eat and then set off."

Tamaria was angered by the news some idiot stole it, but smiled and nodded. "Of course, I will begin and get my armor and weapon. Then eat." The Queen nodded and walked away. She had come to the Skypeople after her attack from the dragons in the Coldlands, which left her unable to breath fire. She was born in the evil forest, but had never done evil deeds. The Skypeople had always resented her for what she really was, but the Queen sought interest, and they started a friendship, later on granted the title of being her advisor.

 

[JadeKnight]

Pallox went inside the tent once he was summoned, looking around for a moment. He took in the interior of the tent for a moment, noticing Tyr in the corner. He smirked for a moment before speaking softly.

"Paint a picture, it will last longer."

He wasn't one for traditional greetings, giving a nod of greeting towards the Jarl.

"I was sent from Lukahn to answer the call. The name is Pallox Kindar."

 

[Stalzyn]

"Its good that you're here Pallox. This issue is important to us all, for the Orb is like the last source of light we have against the darkness. I believe Lukahn gave you a message for us yes?" The Jarl asked wondering what else a representative of Lukahn will be doing in the camp of the coldlands.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Tyr tensed slightly at the suggestion he paint a picture. The phrase was not known to the Coldlands but the tone of the man's voice was obviously not respectful. He wasn't accustomed at all to people being openly disrespectful of him, even his Jarl, even his KING took some measure of caution with their words around him. The only outward motion he made however was a tightening of his jaw.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn had stopped his horse for a moment for the animal to get a cool drink from a small stream that wound its way from the hills. O'Bonn dismounted and let his horse go to the stream.

The horse sipped noisily. O'Bonn himself scooped some water in his hand and drank. When he had gotten his fill, he turned to his horse.

"It will be late in the night when we arrive," he said. "I would imagine the others have already gathered."

The horse, a dark brown stallion with a blonde mane, tail, and hoof patches stopped drinking and turned to the elven warrior. He snorted once then drank some more.

The Northland War Horse was a hardy breed. They were equally at home in the fields of the Great Northern Lands as well as the snows of the mountains. They were especially sensitive to their riders emotions and voice, especially when those riders were elves who had a communal sense with animals to start.

This one, D'Aris, had been O'Bonn's steed for a very long time.

O'Bonn re-mounted and spurred D'Aris onward. The sky was darkening as the sun set and the evening birds had begun to sing. O'Bonn listened with his elven ears as the wood he rode through came alive with the songs of night.

O'Bonn was dressed simply. He wore a brown cloak with a hood over a dark green shirt. Over this was a simple brown leather overshirt and brown pants and leather boots. His Northland Army armor was stored neatly in D'Aris's saddle pack. Of course the elf had his bow and quiver of arrows at the ready, as well as his curved, one-handed sword.

As he traveled on down the road to Skr'ndor, he wondered what this gathering held in store for him and his people. As the representative of the King of the Northlands, O'Bonn had much weight upon his shoulders. He had been sent as an envoy before, but this, O'Bonn knew, carried the fate of the world.

So, with worries upon his mind, the Prince of the Northlands rode on.

 

[SlySparrow0003]

It was now dark, and Tamaria had been soaring around the meeting place, she landed in the middle of all the tents, she did a loud roar, that shook the ground. In a black cloud of dust, Tamaria became human. A soldier walked up to her, "You are, Tamaria, no?" Tamaria nodded, her long black waves, almost bouncing, and her pale skin, shined brightly in the moonlight. And her round, soft, beautiful face with green eyes gazed at the man, she wore her usual armor, with her sword as well. " Good, the Jarl Redbeared request your presence." Tamaria nodded thoughtful. "Fine, I'll be there in a moment." Tamaria replied, In a strong,young, beautiful voice. A few minutes later, after preparing herself, she walked into the tent.

"Jarl." She said slightly bowing, then she spotted the half dragon. And the man in the corner, instantly knowing whom they were, just as they would her, or so she hoped, the skypeople were always more isolated. "Phallox, Tyr." Giving them a slight nod.

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial haulted her mount as the sun began to set there was a fork in the path ahead she debated which to travel this reagon was unfamilar to her and so the way also. She studied the paths before her carefully then took the one which was most trod upon. For more often than not such ment a village or monistary.

The sun was setting and there seemed to be little traffic so late this evening, it suited her fine but also caused her to ride with caution should any she come across be of a hostle mind set, or foolish enough to think they could rob her.

Idrial almost welcomed that thought for she was feeling a bit rusty, as she road she caught glimpses through the trees of her two compaion's. a light breeze swayed the branches of the trees around her. Wishing a better view of the road ahead she urged her mount up a hilly incline just off the side of the road so she could get a look at the surroundings.

The setting sun was a sight to behold with its golds fading to a firey orange blending to a rose pinkish lavender which grew darker as the night drew on. She looked back in the direction of the road. Her hawk friend chirpped a warning to her just as her ears picked up the sound of a single rider.

Watching the road she waited to see who it was that aproched. The rider seemed somewhat familiar to her but being hooded as she was she could not distinguish the riders features, she could tell however as he drew nearer that the rider was male and elven.

Now she wondered what brought an elf from the north this far.. Just then her wolven compaion howled causing her to have to steady her horse. She managed.. but wondered how the other rider faired given her companion was very close.

Idrial turned her mount and began racing down the hill tword where her wolf had begun running full out in the open to her, she fully intended to put herself between the wolf and the elf for he would have no way of knowing if the wolf were attacking or not.

 

[Mantra]

Enter Druz Bonebasher

7 Days Ago;

Druz jabbed his left arm outward, snarling as he did so. The 3 inch spike atop his mace skewered into the throat of the attacking orc, halting his advance and letting a spray of dark blood froth out of his mouth with a surprised gasp. Druz jerked the weapon back and the other orc instinctively dropped his axe in order to clasp a great, meaty and green hand over the wound in a desperate attempt to stop the blood but lowered his head and leaned forward as well. Druz immediately followed up on his opponent’s blunder, bringing the already raised mace in his right hand around in a wide arc, smashing into the wounded orc’s head with a bone crunching ‘THWUMP!’.

Even as one opponent staggered and fell, others charged forward to attack. One, a young nob with more bloodlust and courage than common sense, leapt down from on high hoping to bear Druz down with his own momentum and weight. It would have been a better tactic had the young nob not been shouting a war cry to the heavens as he did so. Druz had no time to pity such brash inexperience, and would not have had pity in any case. Pity was a weaklings sentiment, not meant for the powerful and mighty orcs. In any case, Druz simply backstepped and brought both his maces back, up and down in a massive, double-handed arc. As the nob dropped, Druz literally swatted him out of the air, smashing the nob into the ground before him in a splatter of blood.

Behind him, his mighty worg, FurFang battled with another worg in a spinning, snarling, snapping, clawing ball of fur and teeth. Druz could only spare a glance at his soulbound companion as other orcs, not as foolish as the previous orcs, approached, ready for battle. Druz brought one arm up, knocking a thrown spear aside and saw even more orcs topping the nearby ridge. Too many, even for a seasoned warrior like Druz to deal with. One of his green lips twitched as he considered that the entire tribe might be hunting for him, a worthy prospect, given his standing, well, prior standing within the clan. He whirled, running back and lashed out, striking the enemy worg on the flank as he did so. The worg yelped, turning to snap as Druz as he charged by, which allowed FurFang to leap in and acquire the other worg’s throat.

“Get Druz!” One of the orcs shouted down, encouraging the others on. Much honor and gold to the one who breaks Druz! Chief says so!”
Druz snarled, turning back towards the approaching orcs and roared out, a mace in each hand ready. FurFang, having dispatched his own opponent, slunk next to Druz, yellow eyes lit with bloodlust and fangs bared.

“Druz IS[b/] chief!” he yelled back. “Not outsider! Not pathetic outsider! Not pointy-ear with his windy-boyz to fight for him! Only Orcs worthy to rule Orcs!”

For a moment, the approaching orcs saw Druz, their recently deposed chieftain, aside his mighty worg alpha, standing ready and covered in blood. They hesitated, for all of them knew for Druz’s battle prowess and ferocity. At that moment, no one wanted to be the first to charge, but more were coming and numbers would bolster the orcs courage.

“Orcs follow the biggest, the strongest!” The other called back.

“Druz is biggest!” Druz called back, raising his weapons high then bringing his left arm back to pound his own chest. “Druz is the strongest!”

“Then why does Druz run?”

Druz ground his teeth at the question. Bloodlust filled his eyes and he had the urge to charge and fight the entire pack, but Druz knew that it would be suicide. He did not fear death, especially a great and glorious death covered in blood, but if he died, then the orcs, his orcs, would be left to the whims and abuses of an outsider and would that not be a greater sin than retreating?

“Druz knows when to fight!” he called back and pointed his right-hand mace forward and up, towards the orcs. “And Druz knows when to prepare!”

With that, Druz leapt onto FurFang’s back and urged the worg to turn and withdraw. The orcs pursued of course and other worg riders would be close behind, but Druz had escaped the camp, and few knew the land as he did.
The only real question he had was how was he to regain his clan from the dark elf?

 

[Stalzyn]

Jarl Redbeard nodded agreeably as Pallox explained his reasons, he turned his gaze to Tamaria who has just entered the tent and obviously interrupted the half-dragon.
"Tamaria is it?" the Jarl asked after accepting her greetings. "Your reputation does preceeds you." he said noticing her armor and stance. "Gentlemen please allow me to introduce you to the only female in all nine ancient lands to be both a renowned soldier and an advisor. Miss Tamaria, the dragon shape-shifter." Jarl introduced.

 

[Stalzyn]

The Moon at its peak.

A hooded figure hidden in the shadows of a tent stood staring at Jarl Redbeard's tent. Stood staring at the four shadow creatures moving and talking in the tent.
One of them a male at the corner turned his gaze towards the hooded man's direction. Fearing that he had been spotted he silently ducked into the shadows. Out of sight.