IC: The Continet of Habrin

[Daisymell]

The chill was sucking her dry. She couldn't help shivering as walking close to her snowy mare the rain of early spring battered upon her drenched skin. She pushed back her hood to reveal her long chestnut hair glinting of copper veins to look about her. Her deep brown eyes mirrored her mare's as all she could see was gray sheets of rain.

Coming to the Northern wetlands had been the only hope of survival after her godmother Tela had died. She was on her way to see a great King who could help her and a land she could call home. The desert lands were becoming to busy.

Ni'iya, as she had been named by the King of the desert lands, found a large willow tree on the edge of her vision and pulled the mare by its reins to stand under the tree's shelter. She tried to remember the directions to the city with all her might but exhaustion was gaining on her.

That was when she heard it. The pounding of an anvil in the distance to the northwesterly direction. It could be.

Niya, her nickname, mounted the mare and whispered to the animal in her native language. The mare immediately headed towards the sound. And before they knew it they were at the gates of the very city she needed to find.

The gatesman dragged himself once more from the gatestation building to search her traveling papers which had cost her the last money she had. He beckoned her to move on.

"Sir, do you know of anyone needing a gardener?"

"You must be in luck. The last Castle gardener, a cousin of the Prince's tried to kill the king this morning and was hanged. I'm sure you will see the cousin as you pass him in the courtyard to the castle. Ask for Marion the housekeep at the doors."

"Thank you sir," Niya moved on following the directions until she came to the castle gate's then its doors. She pulled the bell and awaited her fate.

 

[Daisymell]

The doors opened almost instantly to reveal a thin man in very fine clothing imprinted with the symbol of the Lion King, "Yes...what do you want," he asked looking none to pleased at her attire.

"I have traveled a long time to come to Sea'azu and was informed at the city gates that the Lion King is looking for a new gardener."

"He is," said the man. "I am Herd, the doorsman. Please come in. I will show you to the King's council. Then we will see if Marion is available."

"Yes the guardsman said to request Marion."

"She will be in the kitchens at this time overseeing lunch. Now follow me."

The castle was a grand structure outside but inside it seemed more like a home. Warm wood, marble floors, long wooly rugs, and beautiful tapestries lining the stone walls.

They reached the council room within a minute for it was on the first floor. Herd left to go fetch Marion, the housekeep. As she waited she noticed the doors to the council room opened slightly with a maid exiting and at the site of Niya quickly left without closing the door properly. Niya put her hood back up and when curiosity got to Niya and she looked through the crack to the interior of the room.

 

[Daisymell]

*bump*

 

[Cizek]

Jakar Enex

Jakar crouched over the old body, the blood leaking from his chest staining the young wizards white robes. Jakar let out a scream of rage and threw his hands into the air. Suddenly members of the Brethren were everywhere, appearing out of ther shaodws their masked faces smiling. Jakar's hands exploded in fire, streams of flames consumed the first of the brethren in line, then the second. Jakar's lightning burned a whole right through one closing at his right and they just laughed all the harder.

Jakar woke in a sweat. The same dream again, and again he pulled out the bottle that was kept under his bed. The sweet brown liquid burned all the way down, then again with another mouthful. Jakar sat up then slid himself back against the wall. His breath slowly caught up to him as he shook the dream from his head, a droplet of sweat falling onto his resting palm. He closed his hand around it then whipped it clean on the warm blanket that had just been forming a warm pocket of air around him. He couldn't stand the heat at the moment.
The window slid open and the air cooled by the rain blasted the heat away from his sun darkened skin. He took a deep breath, pulling in the scent of rain and the flowers in the garden beneath his window. As he stared he remembered the snap of the Gardeners neck as he jerked to a stop at the extent of the executioners rope. He swallowed away the memory in another swig from the green bottle. He pushed the cork back in and tossed the green glass to the warm bed.
Pulling on a plain looking shirt and some black pants he headed down stairs for a walk. What he found when he reached the stairs was something he would not have expected. He felt her presence from around the corner, but shook off the feeling, knowing it was impossible yet when he turned the corner the feeling came stronger and he saw its owner. A woman stood in a drenched traveling cloak in front of the coucil chambers. he felt the gift coming from her, it seemed shaded somhow or concealed. "She must be hiding her identity," he thought to himself as he walked by shaking his head. And as he passed by he felt the power a little stronger.
"Strange... very unusual." Jakar said to himself.
"What?" she asked, he turned back and when he met her eyes he took a sharp breath. She was utterly beautiful.
"Sorry, I was speaking to myself."

 

[Daisymell]

As she turned to look at where footsteps came from, she watched as a tall male with black hair and piercing greens turned the corner. But that wasn't what shocked her. She must have gotten so used to feeling Tela's power for his power, though new, hadn't unsettled her. Now it did as she looked into his eyes. He was a Negaia. She hadn't met any other than her godmother. She could feel that he was troubled by something in the past. She could feel something deep in his soul eating at him.

"Strange... very unusual." Jakar said to himself.
"What?" she asked, he turned back and when he met her eyes he took a sharp breath. She was utterly beautiful.
"Sorry, I was speaking to myself."

"I apologize for interupting your thoughts. May you have a good day and maybe I will see somewhere...soon."

She meant it to be that at some point they would have to tell each other the truth. She turned back to the door and could see the Prince and the King inside before the council. She wondered if they would see her soon and what they were currently discussing.

 

[Cizek]

Jakar Enex

"I apologize for interupting your thoughts. May you have a good day and maybe I will see somewhere...soon."

"It is no problem my lady." He assured with a bow and started to walk away. Then thought better of it and said one thing over his shoulder. "Have you seen the library yet? It is quite fasinating especially near the rear of the right wall." he hoped she would get the hint as he walked quickly off in the other direction.

When he rounded the other corner he stopped and leaned against the wall for support. He had not felt an aura as powerful as hers in a long while. Not since his master had died at the hands of the brethren and he could do nothing. He did not even killed any like in the dreams he so ofter had.

When he reached the library and entered, heading back to the table he had been using lately he sat in a plush arm chair and looked at the collection of books lain out. One was missing.
"Where are you?" he asked the book as he pushed others aside and didnt find it. He then closed his eyes and felt his magic flow through him. He quickly searched the racks around him with his power, nothing.
"Nothing is ever easy." he said to himself as he rose off of his chair and pulled out his pipe, placed some leaves in it and touched his finger to the dry sweet smelling plants, they ignited immediatly.
"Why is she hiding her power?" he asked himself silently, walking toward the stack of books and taking a long draw on his pipe. One book caugt his eye, a large leather-bound, with no writing on its binding, it was not dusty like the others, someone had been handling this one recently. He pulled it off the shelf with a grunt and sat back down taking another draw. He let the smoke drift out as he studied the rune on the cover, the silver of it in sharp contrast with the red leather around it. He opened the cover and started leafing through the pages.

 

[Daisymell]

Niya watched as the Negaia walked away from her to go the Library and had said, "Have you seen the library yet? It is quite fasinating especially near the rear of the right wall."

She almost followed him to the Library right then and there but she had to speak to the King and very soon. She looked back towards the door which was still cracked open. She could see the council table was filled with every King on the Continent and the Lion King and his Prince son were at the head and the Council was in uproar over the Necromancer King. Niya sighed remembering the day that the Negaia had been banished.

Her Uncle had come to visit, which was rare. He had a false smile on and reaked of evil but he always did my father had insured me but that was before he had killed her parents the King and Queen of the Negaia. The Necromancer was her uncle and Niya needed to get involved and get close to the castle to help protect in any way.

But there would be help, she looked back towards the corner he had turned around and then into the Council room directly at the Prince. She looked to the King and knew his secret. He would not last long through the fight and would need to be protected the most. She tried to hear what the arguinging was about and could hear it very quietly.

 

[Cizek]

Jakar Enex

Jakar leaned back in the plush brown chair in a quiet edge of the library and took another draw from his pipe. He was about halfway through the book when he found an interesting passage.
It was instructions for a spell, and as he looked down the list he noticed that it needed a rare, and almost priceless material component. Sorcerers Sand. The crystalized dust that came from the bones of a powerful negaia when they gave their lives to protect others. Jakar had heard of no collections of Sorcerers Sand larger than an ounce, having existed in the past thousand years. Its opposite, Black Sorcerers Sand came when a Negaia gave their lives to kill others. If they came in contact they would immediatly destroy the spell that the sand was assisting. Even one grain of the black could violate pounds of the white sand. and the other way around.

Long ago the talent of giving the Life Fire was forgotten and once used Sorcerers Sand was useless, that is why there was so little. Jakar had only ever heard of one person who had more than a few grains, The Necromancer King.

As he read through the spell he realized that it was far beyond his abilities, and he could barely understand it. Something to do with calling demons.

He closed the book with a snap and turned back to the problem at hand, he had just run across a Negaia, and one with a powerful aura. He guessed her natural ability far outstreached his, but she also seemed somehow weak. Like she had been hiding her ability for a long time and probably hadn't used it in just as long. Jakar sucked on his pipe, then realizing that it was out, for lack of interest, he simply replaced it in his pocket. his gray eyes closed slowly as he sent himself outward, sencing for the woman. She seemed to be headed his way. Also her aura was not shrouded as much as it had been, almost as if she was feeling more comfortable about her power, or maybe more confident now that she knew she wasn't the only one with the gift.

 

[poohlive]

Weldon had wanted to just get up and destroy everyone in the room. This was pointless. All arguing and talk. Everyone in this room was talking, and none of them had the guts to back it up on the battlefield. This was how things worked in his kingdom. The old and noble thought up different ways for the young and poor to fight ridiculous fights.
Only, this fight wasn't so ridiculous.
But, people didn't know anything about this foe. Certainly not enough to pick up and make an entire war on it.
Or, maybe people were too afraid.
It didn't matter. they talked... they all talked, and Weldon just sat there, sighing, trying his hardest not to just behead them all.

 

[Daisymell]

As The Lion King

King Yaer looked to his son and sighed feeling the same as what flitted across Prince Weldon's face.

"Enough," the king roared. "If you will not listen to reason then what will you listen to? The Necromancer King is coming and my scouts believe that he will be invading the Continent within the week. We must gather together to protect and even be aggressive against this foe. He will not stop and unfortunately we know little of him for we have been without the power of magic on the Continent for almost fifteen years. No one remembers the Negaia like I do. They are still locked away because of the turn of the Necromancer King from good Negaia to evil Necromancer. What would you like to do?"

Everyone was very still and very silent. The King waited for an answer and when he was about to say something he noticed someone at the door watching.

"Whomever is at the door...come in and shut it for you seem more interested in our conversation than anything else."

 

[Daisymell]

Niya

Niya froze at the door as the commanding voice of the king identified her. She was glad that the hood of her cloak was up and she took a deep breath. She entered the room and closed the door and came to stand close to the king and curtsied.

"Your name," he said.

"Ni'iya, my lord. I am from the desert lands and have come to relocate."

"Then what do you here?"

"I know the Necromancer King."

The King seemed stunned, "You know him?"

"Yes...I saw him kill my parents. He was living with us some fifteen years ago when I was very young. He would talk to me and act as if I was his niece. He had niece but they she is dead."

"Maybe you can help us?"

"Anything to help you my lord. One thing I do know is where the Negaia are and how to release them. With them you could surely win the fight."

"Nothing will be won without the Queen of the Negaia. The daughter of the lost King and Queen. They are confirmed dead. And we need her most. Do you know of her?"

"The Queen of the Negaia was his niece. They were all related."

"Then what do we do?"

"We try to find her anyway," said one of the Council members. "He would have taken us over already if he knew the child was dead. Maybe we can replace her. Make it known she is back alive and has freed her people."

"Like a dummy Queen?"

"Yes," said the council member.

Niya watched as the wheels of acceptance swirled around the council.

 

[poohlive]

Weldon wasn't sure if he understood all of what was happening. It seemed exciting, even ground breaking, but it was still stupid little popular movements of politics. What was there to do? Good lord, even the Necromancer King's return sounded like a tax reform plan in here.

He volunteered for anything they were about to do, making it known that he was ready to do something, although he doubted it would happen. He was the son of the king, and he never got to do any of that adventuring stuff. This was sounding like an adventure, if you could get around all of the democratic bull pulp.

 

[Cizek]

As Vindil, General of Enex

A grim looking man rocked in the saddle of his war horse, longing for sleep but denying it to himself. He scratched his unkept beard and pulled his wolf skin mantle closer around him. He had just come into view of the castle, his eyes opening wider on his soaked face.
"Hurry now, we are almost there," he called to the score of men behind him. He kicked his horse and it began to trot and continued doing so until they reached the gate.
"State your purpose." the guard called up to him, moving the halberd off of his shoulder and pointing it defensivly at the man in war attire.
"We seek council with your King and a guest of yours, by yhe name of Jakar. I heard he was staying here."
"Very well, but you will have to leave your weapons before you take audience with the King." the guard ordered knocking twice on the door, which at once slid open. "What is your name?"
"I am General Vindil of Enex."
"Very well Vindil, do you wish to be announced?"
"No, I will do it myself." he responded and kicked his horse again.

As soon as he was out of site of the guards, he reached inside of his cloack and pulled a small medllion which he rubbed and placed back into his cloak, out of site.

 

[Cizek]

Again as Jakar

Jakar stood up so quickly that the chair he was sitting on was knocked down. He grabbed one of the strings around his neck and pulled out a medallion identical to the one rubbed just moments before, it was now producing heat and glowing slightly with a blue hue. He shook his head at the implications and took off at a sprint for his room. He sprinted out of the library, past the excited sounding audience chamber and up the stairs to his room. He flung the door open and then slammed it behind him, immediatly grabbing his freshly cleaned wizards robe, which he threw over his shoulders, followed by his belt, onto which he strapped his six bladed mace. He then covered it all with his green traveling cloak. When he sprinted back down the stone stair case, he headed strait for the main doors and flung them open before the guards inside could question his haste. Just as he flung the doors open, twenty-one horses rode right up to the doors, and only one dismounted.
"Stay here, and if you hear anything suspicious, come in swords drawn." said the grim man, before turning to Jakar with a large smile, which Jakar returned then beconed him out of the rain.
"What news?" Jakar asked as the two walked into the entrance chamber.
"Well, in the last three weeks a dozen towns have been razed, and every inhabitant slain. We could do nothing for them, it was him." Vindil reported in a quiet voice.
"I understand. So you have come to see the lion king?"
"Yes, we need to get the word out."
"Indeed. Now, it is a three week journey, at the fastest. How do you know anything has happened?"
"Falcons," he replied without hesitation.
"Right, so are they advancing with an army or just doing the hit and run like usual."
"Same as usual. An overwhelmingly large force, attacking at night. They took the dead, like usual. But what worried me was that the report indicated the last cities gates were melted away. That, to me at least suggests Brethren involvement."
"I agree, let's go talk to the King."

The two men pushed open the double doors to the audience hall and walked in side by side.
"Sorry to interrupt your highness, I am General Vindil of Enex."
"Of what?"
"Enex sir. The country that is on the other side of the Mountains of Karn'it."
"Very well," replied the King looking suspicious.
"My Lord, speaking as the representative of out country, I feel I must warn you. The Necromancer King, from the Caverns of Eb has been making more aggressive movements of late, and we feel it necessary to warn you that we believe a full scale invasion will be coming soon."
"We have been suspecting the same thing, but we have no evidence. Why should we believe you?"
"Because over the past three weeks nearly twenty thousand Enecian's have died at the hands of his armies. I do not bring this warning lightly, but only because we feel that our country alone cannot repel this force and when we fall they will march over the mountains and we felt it was only fair to give you the warning we never had."
"I see." said the King standing and walking down to look Vindil in the eye. "Guards, why have you let a man from another land into my audience hall armed?" the King asked. And when he did, two guards hurried over to take weapons from the two guests.
"I must ask you to unhand me." Vindil asked quite calmly. and the guard didn't but instead reached for the curned sword siting of his Vindil's hip. The flash of movement was a blur as Vindil twisted the man's arm around behind him, pulling his sword and pressing it into the man's soft neck. The second guard made to bring his sword out and defend his friend, when Jakar spun on him and wiggled his fingers. The man's blade seemed to freeze to its scabbard, and try as he might the guard could not move his arm or his sword.
"Lion King, tell your men to leave, before you have a lot of trouble on your hands." The King considered it a moment. "We mean you no harm but we will not be unarmed in a foreign land when we came on a mission of peace. We still do not know your intentions, and I would prefer you not being able to kill me unarmed." Vindil still held the man tight, but pulled the blade away from his neck, leaving a tiny line of blood.
"Fine." the King said and turned to Jakar. "You are to be arrested for use of magic against an Imperial guard."

Jakar just smiled and threw off his cloack revealing his white robe with the three crossed arrows embroiderded in red across the chest.
"Do not even think about it." Jakar ordered. He felt the Prince rise off of his thrown and heard the ringing of steel all around him. "Do not come near me and you will all walk out of here alive. Now, we came here to do you a favor, and this is how the famous Lion King responds? By threatening me with arrest and by wanting to dishonor him by taking away his weapon?" Jakar turned around, surveying the guards, but also caught the eyes of the young woman standing in front of the thrown's. It was the same woman he had met earlier, the one with the aura of Magic, which was now pulsing with anger, or maybe she was just preparing to defend herself.
"I do not want to hurt any of you, but I will not hesitate, if you force me. Now, unless I am mistaken, we are going to need to free the Negaia from their banishment to defeat the Necromancer King's armies. I can help with that, and so can this young woman here. But if you do not put away your blades I will be forced to kill you all and leave here, and you will never recieve my help." Jakar now looked at the Prince and thought he saw a small smile flash on his lips. He looked to the woman and he felt her aura shrink back a little. When he looked at the King the man just nodded and walked back to his thrown. The blades of the guards were replaced in their shealths and Vindil released the man he was holding and slid his blade back where it rested.
"Now can we continue?" Jakar asked, looking to the councilers who were all staring at the second guard. "Oh, right," Jakar muttered, and with a wave of his hand the man began to move again, but now was sliding the sword in, not out.
"As you can all tell I am a Negaia. I do not deny it nor will I attempt to hide it. Now, if we are to win this fight I want all of you to release your irrational fear of my kind, and let us help you."
Jakar picked his cloak off the ground and placed it back around his shoulders.

 

[poohlive]

Weldon could only shake his head. It seemed as if everything he had heard about this species were true. Rude, crude, and cared about no one but themselves.

"So, you are forcing us to take our help... whether we like it or not. I see... and here I was thinking you had some hidden agenda. Well, of course everything must be on the up and up. Why, people burst in here all the time, weapons drawn, ready to take innocent lives, just because we have to help them or they will kill us. Listen to yourself, honestly? Do the words sound as false coming from your own mouth as they do in my ears?"

Weldon could only scuff in disbelief.

"If anything, you need our help. Otherwise, you would not be here today. If you could defeat this on your own, I'm sure with your charming attitude and wonderful sense of respect and dignity, there would be no threat in any lands. Let me assure you, because we do not waver in the arts of magic, do not mistake us for common fools, or childish rattagins. This is a king, the great king. You show respect. You bow, you take off your weapon, and you address this council with respect and awe, otherwise, we do not care what you have to say, even if it is the one thing that can save everyone from the Necromancer king.

"You come in here on a mission of peace, and threaten to kill us if we do not listen? Your version of peace must be different than ours... cause here, we would call that a threat."

 

[Cizek]

Jakar and Vindil

The two Enecian's looked at each other and just smiled at the prince, who was standing in front of his chair.
"Shall I go first?" Jakar asked and Vindil nodded. "First we are not forcing you to do anything, except not to dishonor us by asking us to remove our weapons. That is a great insult in our land." Jakar looked to Vindil who continued.
"Second, we are only asking you to beware what comes. If you do not put away your foolish and ignorant fear of magic, all is lost. For you and for us." Vindil stepped behind Jakar and turned keeping a weary eye on the guards.
"Third, I am glad to see we were correct in our thinking that you all were so arrogant and uncaring as to let another country face the attack of the Necromancer King alone. And do not think that was a cry for help. All we want from you and your country is that you embrace the only thing that can save you."
"Fourth," said Vindil, turning around so as not to appear any more rude than they thought he already was. "We will not give any respect to your King, or your council," there were murmers and drawn swords at this comment. "until they prove to us that they are worthy of our respect. The thing you obviously do not understand about respect is that it is earned, and never given."
Jakar strode forward, to just a step or two from the prince, who was a few inches taller and more heavily built.
"Lastly," he spoke quietly and he felt that the entire room leaned in a little, "sometimes killing is required for the cause of peace, which is our mission. But our word stands, do not attempt to harm us and we will not harm any of you." the Prince in front of him was seething with anger. As Jakar walked backwards away from him he thought of another thing to say. "Well, I guess this is the last thing, and I implore you not to ignore this. I bow to no man!" Jakar said with force. "And if you ask me to bow to anyone ever again, I will detach your legs from your body, so that you are in a perminant state of groveling. That is no threat, I promise you." Jakar looked back at Vindil who had gone from his angry visage just moments before to the usual calm, with an underlying scence of supreme confidence, bordering on arrogance. Jakar looked to the Prince, then the King, then the Council.

 

[Daisymell]

Ni'iya

"Men," Niya rolled her eyes. "You forget one thing Negaia. You need an heir to open the doors to the Negaia. I know how to do it. What do you think that implies," Niya asked Jakar. For once in Niya's life she was just going to jump without thinking. "I am not looking for bowing, respect, or anything. I just need to be reunited with my people so that they may band together knowing I am alive. My Uncle, the Necromancer King, killed my parents in front of me and I was taken away by my Godmother Tela, who has died in the desert from illness. Now you can sit here and be very manly and growl at each other," her voice was steadily raising to a yell, "but I will not be ignored and I will not be stopped. I may be not as practiced in magic as some but apparently I have a lot of power since I came from two pure Negaia who were King and Queen. I will restore the towers of Negaia even if I have to do it by myself. Now, am I going to have to seperate you all from each other?"

 

[poohlive]

"There is no need to seperate us, Niya, for they are about to leave. They had said what they wanted to say, and for what it's worth, it is both grateful and pointless. Nothing you have said to us is anything that our own scouts and learned scholars don't already know. We thank you for your offer, and adhere to your customs of keeping you armed. Now, we wish you to leave our kingdoms and our land. If you expect people to understand and follow your customs, the least you should do is the same when you visit foreign lands."

The prince motioned for his guards, "They are an escort. They will neither harm nor hurt you. Thank you for your time, and I do hope you fare better on your next journey."

 

[Cizek]

Jakar

Jakar listened silently as both Niya and Weldon spoke. He decided to respond to Niya first.
"My lady, I meant no offence and in all fairness, I suspected who you were since before I set eyes on you. It may be true that you are unpracticed, but I can help you with that and your quest, or at least I could until I recieved the news that I was being banished. I appoligize, for I truly would have enjoyed helping you, if you would have accepted it. I also appoligize for having to leave now." Jakar then turned to Weldon, standing tall and proud.
"And it appears good Prince, that your ignorance is only exceeded by your arrogance. As such we will be leaving at once. But I would ask you to stop lying, we know for a fact that you learned something here today, your scouts are araid of our mountains and we know it, so do not try to argue about it. I also must request that no harm be done to this woman," Jakar said motioning to Niya, "for she is my queen, and the only one who I would bow." Jakar said as he went to one knee. "I appoligize again my lady. I would bow to no man, but only you. Even in my banishment, I will try to help you, and I have a feeling we will meet again." Jakar rose, took her hand and kissed it. Then he turned and walked towards the door, every eye on him. He turned his head back, looking through the group of guards to Prince Weldon. "Prince Weldon, if I should hear of any harm that has come to her, you will see what the might of only a minor wizard can accomplish. And if you survive that day, I warn you that you will have no chance against the Dark Lord. I sincerely hope that you will come to your senses before it is too late." With that, Jakar swept out of the hall, with Vindil in close proximity.
"It was worth a try, my friend," muttered Vindil as they walked out the double doors and among the blade masters of Enex. Jakar returned greetings and promised to tell them what was happening later, but for now revealed nothing. The guards Weldon had sent, were now scrambling for horses, and packing food and equipment for the escorting. Jakar let out a short whistle through pursed lips, and a dark shape came down over the walls. The loca guards scrambled for bows and to get out of the way and as the Griffon landed and Jakar jumped onto his back and led the group of soldiers out of the main gate of the castle and trotted away, leading the scrambling guards out of the gate as they tried to catch up. Jakar kicked his mount and it broke into a full run, quickly followed by the others of Enex, leaving the Lion King's guards in their dust, and were quickly out of sight. They would be hard to catch now, and they didn't slow to less than a trot until morning when they took a few hours rest.

 

[Daisymell]

"Jakar, please...come back," Niya tried to yell but he never appeared. She then turned to the King and Prince, "I have to let the Negaia free and I do not think I can do it without him. He is the only one who can help me train for that which is inevitable. I think I have wasted my time here maybe. I think I may need to follow Jakar, unless you wish to call him back here? Or you can banish me too."

 

[poohlive]

"He is not banished. He is free to come back, when he abides by the laws and customs that are part of this land. I do not reply kindly to threats, or uses of power inside, not for any reason... and especially not under the pretense of peace. You think that man can help you? Even as he leaves he promises more death and destruction. You are free to do what you want. I'm just trying to keep order in ths kingdom."

The rest of the meeting was ajourned for now. They had come to a standstill, and there was nothing else to talk about. They were waiting to find an excuse to retire, and they had found it.

Weldon only sighed, shaking his head, and going out into the fields to practice. The fucking Jakar and his stupid arrogance. It was overwhelming. Coming into their country and telling them shit they already knew... yeah, great strategy. Why not just yell it out on the hilltops, make sure the old ladies are too scared to fucking sleep at night.

He went out into the practice fields, with his sword drawn, and sparred.

 

[Daisymell]

Niya watched as Prince Weldon left in a huff to go somewhere unknown. Niya was left to stare at the King.

"Your majesty, I do not wish to leave but I do need help. I must free the Negaia by my twenty-first birthday which is in a month and I fear it will take me that long just to get to the place where I must unlock the hidden bridge to the Island. I will need protection from any dangers for even though I am the Queen of the Negaia I am out of practice. Please can you spare me anyone to go with me? You may need to think on it so I am leaving tomorrow and will be staying at the Black Crow Inn in town. Goodday, my lord."

Niya left the castle and as she left she could see the fields where the Prince was hard at training. She sighed and headed to the inn wishing that Jukar would come back. Without thinking she began to call him inside her head hoping that maybe he would hear her.

 

[Cizek]

Jakar

Jakar was riding into the sunset, regreting leaving in the first place. His griffon ran along effortlessly, and thought they had been riding hard for more than an hour it did not seem weary. Jakar turned his head to look back at the distant castle. He heard a distant calling. At first he though he had heard it, then he realized it was a telepathic calling. Only one person at the castle could be doing that and at that point he put up a fist and the collum behind him came to a slow stop.
"Vindil," he said and the general rode up beside him on a strong warhorse. "you must continue on. Send a falcon to me when his attack begins. You have to hold. I will see you in one month. One month, that is all I ask." he turned his head away from the horizon and looked Vindil in the eye. "You must be the steel against steel, so she can be the magic against magic. One month, look for me on the skyline." Jakar then turned his griffon around and started into a sprint the other direction.
"Fly Gwen, fly." Jakar said to the griffon as he held his head close. The Griffon took a few moments to get his wings set and pumping then a few hopping steps later he was airborn, the wind flowing through Jakars long hair. He heard the call again, this time a little more urgent. He somehow knew though that there was no trouble back at the castle other than what his return would cause.
A few minutes later, he saw a woman standing in the open in front of the castle gates, her dark hair seemed to reflect the sun. He took a sharp breath as he was once more struck by her beauty. How he would ask her to save the world when she seemed so innocent and perfect at that moment he did not know.
He looked over to the fields and saw Prince Weldon training in the fields. He was good, that was obvious, and he knew how to fight. The question burning in Jakar's mind was... did he know how to kill, for that was an entirely different skill. Though both were neccesary in the months ahead. He also somehow knew that Weldon would have a larger part to play in this that Jakar would like. When he griffin set down in a full run in front of the castle walls, guards staring as if they had never seen a griffon before, well they probably haven't, he thought to himself. He quickly dismounted and approched the young woman who was walking quickly away from the castle with a pack on her back.
"My lady, I am afraid I must appoligize again for being so rash before. I should never have walked out of there." Jakar looked up to her eyes and saw her smiling. "What is your name my lady?" Jakar asked, reaching out for her pack, "I am quite sure Gwen wouldn't mind holding that for you?" he said hoping she would releave herself of the bag which was obviously heavy.

 

[Daisymell]

"My name is Ni'iya. I am the daughter of Amira and Nordelo. And you heard me. I am very glad to see you back here for it seems little will be done in the castle. I plan to petition the Prince tomorrow to come with me and if you will come to go to the Island of Ghosts to bring back our people. Please say you help me for I do not think I could do it without you and the Prince. It will take time and the spell is long and it will be draining. They will probably be on defense so we will need someone there to explain for I am sure I will be out of energy at the end of it."

She looked at Jakar as if he was the only one who could understand how important this was to her and the Negaia. She put her hand on his and could feel the power he held through it and looked into his eyes.

"Please, will you help your Queen?"

 

[Cizek]

Jakar

When she slipped her slender hand into his, he felt her power flowing from her skin. It was strange for a Negaia to touch another, as they senced their power acutely, and her power was incredible. Not only very strong, but therre was something about it that he could not place, it was somehow different.
"I would do anything for you my Queen. I would die for you Niya." Jakar was staring into her eyes when he said it and squeezed her hand gently. "It is a good plan." He started to head down the road on which she was walking, pulling her hand gently after him.
"The Enecian army will hold back the forces of Eb for as long as they can. I have asked for a month, do you think that is enough time?" he asked, looking back into her eyes, and hearing a small squeek as an animal was killed in the distance by a bird of prey.