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by **Ketsueki Tenshu** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 4:33 pm

After helping the knight to his feet, Mar moved quietly to the corner of the destroyed inn. Grabbing up his vampiric cloak, he placed back over his being, folding his wings closely to him.

The Chosen, Quest, Items for the Gods? Why me...I am not worthy of such a mission. Marion thought to himself.

Grunting slightly he turned to face the gather before him, "Very well...."

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by **Gwen** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 5:52 pm

Gwen walked outside the tavern and waited for Jade to finish with the troll. She would go with her to get supplies. Her back was sore from the sudden attack of pain earlier. She stretched to give her back some relief. Renmith trotted out the door and she scooped him up to put him in her shirt. Now that they were outside it was important to conceal his tails.

Gwen, do you realize your shirt is full of feathers. Renmith fidgeted in her shirt. The feathers had accumulated to the point where they were poking him as well.

No kidding Renmith. Are you sure that seal of yours is holding?

Has it faded?

No. As a matter of fact, it's pulsating right now.

Well that's a good sign. It'll hold for a few more days. In the meantime I suggest you figure out what to do with the feathers. The poking is driving me insane!

by **Ketsueki Tenshu** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 6:03 pm

Mar watched as Gwen hurried after Jade. "Humph." Reaching over the bar, Marion grabbed a glass bottle of wine and began to consume it quickly. After he was finished he tossed the keep 3 gold coins, "Get me some blood." The barkeep stood back in shock "Sire? B...blood?" Marion shot him a look, "Yes!"The keep hurried off, and withing moment he came back with a wooden goblet filled with it. "He...here." Marion nodded in silent thanks, and began to drink it as well.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 6:28 pm

NewArthur wrote:"'Ey! Girl, What dese "baubles" Da gods want you to look for?" called out a troll from atop a table.

Tien-Lung moved across a upturned chair picking it up he sat on it. "Eye and What is this quest you talk about, given to you by the gods" He spoke inquisitively "As you seem to think that i, myself have been contacted by the gods. Which i sorely haven't. So if you don't mind me asking, pray tell me?"

"I might of just found my destiny, and a long time coming it has been" Tien-lung Thought to himself

Jade paused, halfway out the door, at the Troll's hail. Slowly, she turned around, eyes showing a bit more brightly than normal. "First an' foremost, me name's not 'girl,' an' unless you're wanting a sound thrashing, you'll not hail me by my damn gender!" Her words might have been a bit overly critical, but she apparently found Zul'saka's choice of words particularly insulting.
Moving back a few steps into the damaged tavern, she put her hands at her hips, planting herself firmly for the debriefing she was about to give.
"No doubt you've heard the legend of the mismatched heroes who collect five sacred objects, summon a golden temple, and restore balance to their world. Well, according to a glowing purple ball, these mismatched fellows are us. We've been selected by the Gods themselves. Myra choosing our fine Sir Lars, here," She nodded at Lars, "..Relna sending for the lass who now waits outside, Hotay favoring the dark Mar..." Looking over the others, she shrugged. "So on and so forth. We've been chosen to run amok, gathering baubles of the magical, godly nature in order to repair this world. Our world. If you're more interested in starting tavern squabbles, of course, then feel free to stay here. In the meantime..." She made a vague, dismissive hand motion, "...I'm intent on preparing for those of us who are hailing the call."

by **Ketsueki Tenshu** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 6:33 pm

Mar gave a chuckle at Jade's speech. "I was chosen by Hotay....of all the God's. Sounds fitting enough." He continued is consumption for a few moments, then addressed the being before him, "Zul'saka, your known in a few places, friend."

by **GreyFox** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 7:30 pm

jadelinghawkins wrote:Jade paused, halfway out the door, at the Troll's hail. Slowly, she turned around, eyes showing a bit more brightly than normal. "First an' foremost, me name's not 'girl,' an' unless you're wanting a sound thrashing, you'll not hail me by my damn gender!" Her words might have been a bit overly critical, but she apparently found Zul'saka's choice of words particularly insulting.
Moving back a few steps into the damaged tavern, she put her hands at her hips, planting herself firmly for the debriefing she was about to give.
"No doubt you've heard the legend of the mismatched heroes who collect five sacred objects, summon a golden temple, and restore balance to their world. Well, according to a glowing purple ball, these mismatched fellows are us. We've been selected by the Gods themselves. Myra choosing our fine Sir Lars, here," She nodded at Lars, "..Relna sending for the lass who now waits outside, Hotay favoring the dark Mar..." Looking over the others, she shrugged. "So on and so forth. We've been chosen to run amok, gathering baubles of the magical, godly nature in order to repair this world. Our world. If you're more interested in starting tavern squabbles, of course, then feel free to stay here. In the meantime..." She made a vague, dismissive hand motion, "...I'm intent on preparing for those of us who are hailing the call."

He looked at the human, the knightly one they called "Lars", with a slight different perspective. "Agh, Well, Atleast dis beats bein' chased by mercenaries". "Hmm...Dis one is strong, no doubt-He's got dat strong, holy mojo in him. Haven't meet any humans wit dat kinda mojo...He be strong inda' heart. Ha! I Bettah keep m' eye on dis one.".

"Okey den. Count me in-"

"Zul'saka, your known in a few places, friend." The Dragoon said, interrupting him. Dis one know who I am...he better not tell anyone else, for da Gods' sakes...

Zul'saka resumed. "I be Zul'saka, last survivor o' da Zul'Takah Warrior Tribe". He jumped off the table and walked over to the Dragoon.

"'Ey, Mar, who exactly you be? And what else ya know 'bout me, Brudah?" He asked, looking at the Dragoon. He needed to know exactly how much Mar knew about him. He wondered if he was interested in the bounty as well...

by **Ketsueki Tenshu** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 7:55 pm

Mar smiled, his fangs flashed. "I've been to North Lellen, the South also..." His eyes met Zal'saka's, "Plenty of dark folk up there. You can be brought into conversation every once in a while." He began to drink again, letting his words sink in.

by **Skallagrim** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 8:43 pm

Lars watched the events unfold. The more he watched the shadowy Jade, the more impressed with her he became.
There was something unusual about her that intrigued him, there lay more than the shadowy form she projected to the world under that dark cloak.

The massive size of the two dragoons, and now the hulking troll certainly made the room seem much smaller. The second dragoon, he spoke with a noble bearing, a mien Lars thought unusual in such a creature. The troll was a strange, he spoke as trolls normally did, with that odd lilting accent and clipped word, but his name, somewhere Lars had heard the name.

As he watched the display of which of the great bulls would be the alpha male, Lars spotted something laying on the floor. Shoved aside, carried by a puff of air as someone walked past. Striding past the blustering males, displaying their dance of pride, Lars approached his target. Squatting low he removed his mailed gauntlet and picked up a tuft of blue, a small feather, such as those found on fledglings. The color was odd, a blue, but Lars hadn't seen a bird in the area, and as far as he could remember none in the tavern had a bird when the melee started.

Rising Lars turned and walked back towards the bar, as he did so he stopped close to the second dragoon, he glanced at him, looking at his aura. It was strong and bright, and he was one of those chosen to find the objects of legend.

As Lars stepped towards the bar an old woman, hobbled by age prostrated herself before him. Her voice cracked as she spoke "M'lord. Great Myrmidon of Myra, I beg you please come to my only daughter's bedside. She lies withering from a plague, her time is short. I beg of you Myrmidon please convey her soul to Myra so that she will be welcome in the gardens of Myra."

Lars felt his throat constrict as he looked at the old women, her face lined with age and the traces of a hard life. He reached down and helped her to her feet. "Of course, I am honored to stand by her as she enters the farm gates and convey her to the arms of Myra." Gathering his helm and shield, he waked with the old woman out of the bar. As he did he tucked the tuft of feather into his pouch.

Lars looked at the woman, her eyes seemed more alive now as she walked close to him. Her tears flowed freely, her daughter was to be blessed and her journey across the great unknown would not be alone. Lars extended his arm and took the old woman's hand and walked with her to a small, humble hovel.

by **GreyFox** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 9:21 pm

"M'lord. Great Myrmidon of Myra, I beg you please come to my only daughter's bedside. She lies withering from a plague, her time is short....."

Zul'saka overheard the old woman's plight. "Hmm, Dis land must have da jungle fevah?". He stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles. The girl that was supposed to bring supplies should have returned by now.

"Dang...where is dat girl at?" Zul'saka said as he crouched down. "Dis Troll be runnin' outta patience".

He decided to take a look outside. He saw Lars walk with the old lady, "Pah...Whutta fool, ya can't cure da Jungle fevah" He said out loud. He decided to see for himself-Can this plague (or Jungle Fever as he referred to it) be cured.

"Dis be wurth watchin'"

Zul'saka pulled out a fresh piece of heavy linen cloth from his pouch and made a make-shift mask out of it. He refused to wear his war-mask outside of battle. He followed the holy Knight and the old lady.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 10:16 pm

As they made their way back towards the crumbling tavern, Jade continued to shoot her young student almost concerned glances. She was about to question the apparent build-up in the back of the girl's shirt when she noticed Lars being led off by a crinkled elder, whose eyes were leaking. She considered hailing him, but decided to leave him to his Myrmidon business. He was a fine, just man, she decided...taking time even before an epic journey to aid some crone. Not something she would have done, of course, but impressive still.
Slinging one of the packs of dried meats and fruits over her shoulder, she nudged her way back into the room that was full of God Chosen heroes.
"Have any decisions been made?" She asked no one in particular, holding the door for Gwen to follow.

by **Skallagrim** on Wed Jan 30, 2008 10:22 pm

Lars and the old woman, Hildegarde, entered the small home. The shutters were drawn, the smell of incense wafted as the door was open. The smell of death was present, no matter how much incense was burning, the sickly-sweet smell was noticeable. On a rickety bed lay a frail form. A woman, no more than twenty-three or twenty-four, lay under heavy hides and blankets. It was obvious that she was stricken by chills. Her eyes dull, her face sallow.

Lars laid his shield and weapons on the floor next to the door. He removed his mailed gauntlets and laid them in his great helm. He smiled gently at Hildegarde and touched her forehead, his voice full of hope "The Goddess has entered this home. I feel hr with us, she is waiting at the far stairs for your child. I shall do as bid me, and pray for her until the Goddess embraces her."

Kneeling next to the girl, Lars gripped her hand in both of his. His eyes focused on the task before him. He began to pray to Myra. Praying for her blessing of this follower of hers, who sought her light in the oncoming dark. Lars stay with the girl for the next four hours, praying and consoling both mother and daughter. As the last of the incense faded out, burnt and gone forever much as the life of the child before him.

Lars reached for the white sage he had brought in his pouch. Standing he lit the sage and started letting the smoke drift over the girl's body, touching her with the ash he rubbed on his finger tips. Hildegarde wept openly as she lay across her daughters body. Lars held the sage over them and bent ow, whispering in her ear that her daughter, Kassandra, was now in the arms of the Goddess. Her pain was over, her journey to the gardens of Myra complete.

Lars looked and saw the image of Kassandra. Her ethereal form stood next to the bed. Her eyes wide, a gentle smile upon her countenance. "Thank you sir Knight." she mouthed as she stepped back into a great flowering garden.

Lars placed the sage in the fire pit,and knelt beside Hildegarde and held her as she mourned for Kassandra. He stayed there until his companions called him forth.

by **Gwen** on Thu Jan 31, 2008 10:14 am

Gwen tried to tell Jade what was happening, but the two made it back to the small room with their new companions before she could open her mouth.
"Have any decisions been made?" Jade asked no one in particular as she held the door open for Gwen. Gwen went in, set the supplies she was carrying on the counter and went back to the doorway.
"Please excuse me Jade I have something that needs tending to." She slipped past the woman and walked into another room that wasn't being used by anyone. She locked the door behind her to make sure no one would barge in, then put Renmith down. He stretched out and yawned.
Since it's just you and I, I think I'm going to change for a few minutes. This tiny form is beginning to tire me.
Gwen didn't say a word as the dog demon went from being only 10 inches tall to six feet in a matter of seconds. His body grew more muscular underneath his snow-white fur. His fangs grew a few more inches until they were the size of small daggers, and three tails grew to be six feet long.
The room they were in was large, but he still took up half of it. Renmith laid down with a thud and watch his small friend.
Gwen was standing in front of a mirror, undoing the ties on her shirt. When she slipped it off a mass of blue feathers fell from it and floated around her until the landed softly on the floor. She wiped the rest of the down feathers from her torso, then turned so that she could see her back in the mirror. Pulling her long, wavy, hair out of the way, she examined the two blue, wing-shaped markings on her shoulder blades. The area surrounding them was bright red, but the blue of the wing marks was softly glowing.
Your phoenix blood has been reacting stronger then ever. Renmith's yellow eyes pierced through Gwen.

Do you think it's because of Relna?

It's possible. Being chosen as her champion may have caused your blood to burn stronger. After all, the Blue Phoenix was her greatest creation. You are one of her "daughters"

But I don't understand. I'm not even a pure-blood. Why would she choose me?

Pure-blood or not, the Goddess of Life chose you because you value the sanctity of life above all others. Even the Myrmidon.

Well, as wonderful as that is, Renmith, it doesn't help my current problem. I'm going to have to change form eventually to molt all of these feathers, and when that happens everyone is going to know what I am. I don't necessarily trust all of them yet, and one of them is bound to try some funny business.

Gwen thought back on the last man she entrusted her identity with. He was a kind, handsome young man, a poor peddler, who she thought would never betray her. So when she told him what she really was she didn't expect that he would sell her out to the highest bidder. She narrowly escaped from that one.
Not many people smile upon rarities such as herself unless they can gain profit from her. The only ones she has been able to trust her identity with were Renmith and Jade.
With the feathers emptied from her shirt, Gwen put it back on.
We should get back to the group before they start "missing" us. Renmith nodded and without a blink, he shrunk down to a puppy again. Gwen gathered the feathers into a pile. She held her hand over it, muttered an incantation, then watched as the feathers were engulfed in blue fire. When they were all incinerated she got up and left the room, Renmith padding softly after her. She made her way back to the room where everyone else was and quietly slipped in.

by **Skallagrim** on Thu Jan 31, 2008 12:57 pm

After a while Hildegarde fell asleep on the ground, her hand still clutched her daughters. Lars stood and stretched peering down at the both of them. Saying a silent prayer that Hildegarde would enjoy the last days of her life in peace, he placed a blanket across her body.

Gathering his gear he left two coins for her. Stepping outside he donned his helm and made his way to the carpenter. After a heated bartering session he finally paid out a coin and blessed the man and his young bride that she have a peaceful birth for her unborn child.

Making his way back to the tavern Lars entered and found his companions. He was drained emotionally, being a Myrmidon he was not usually present for the blessings of peaceful passage, but he was unable to deny someone's wishes either. Removing his helm he sat down heavily on a wooden bench, he was so exhausted.

He wearily glanced at his companions, his reddened eyes falling on Jade. "I am ready to ride when you are." He spoke in a low subdued tone.

by **Ketsueki Tenshu** on Thu Jan 31, 2008 2:58 pm

Placing the empty goblet on the bar, Mar gathers his things, pushing past Zal'saka, Lars and the others. "I am ready to move." He placed his hood over his face and dissappeared out the door. Standing in the middle of the street, looking about. "This is going to be quite a journey."

by **Feleon** on Thu Jan 31, 2008 3:20 pm

Xuphratacus, listening intently to the conversation, finally realized why it thought these people were different.

The heroes of legend. If this is real, then I will be their guide.

Xuphratacus tapped into all the companions mind and spoke:

If you are the heroes, then I shall be your guide, and help you in your quest.

It stepped back, waiting to receive and answer from the group. They had not taken much notice in it, since it mostly stayed back. Xuphratacus did plan to help them, pointing them in the right direction to find the "Five Treasures" of legend.

Now I realize it.

by **NewArthur** on Thu Jan 31, 2008 3:34 pm

Tien-Lung paced the room thoughts whirling around his head, the objects, the gods, but most of all why him.

"Ive been in solitude for 25 years why choose me, i haven't done anything to deserve this honor" he thought to himself. Coming to a halt as the Cloaked lady came in with her eyes her piercing green eyes that could bring a dragoon to a halt mesmerized by there glow. Tien-Lung shook his head the green glow like two dots in front of his eyes (Like when you look at the sun for two long) and turned away

"I believe that my destiny has been brought onto me, i must go with you to see what the gods demand of me" Tien-Lung spoke loudly for the group to hear "I give my life to the gods, for them to do with as they will"

Tien moved taking his sword by the hilt pulling it from the floor, a sheathed it in one movement, "When do we start" He said turning a smile on his normally emotion free face, "My wings are getting itchy"

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Thu Jan 31, 2008 3:38 pm

Jade watched first Gwen, then Lars enter. She noted Gwen's distracted appearance...and it struck her that the young woman was a bit distracted. She walked as though she had just scratched an itch that was readily returning. An itch...
Then, she realized what the date was. Or, more specifically, how much time had gone by since she had last seen that particular look on the girl's face. Bloody bollocks, some guardian I am...She was going to have to keep a very close eye on her young friend.
Looking back at Lars, she noted a significant lack of energy in his eyes. As though he had just ran a great marathon...and came in third. She considered offering some sort of condolences, or at least questioning what was wrong...but she lacked proper words to express such things. So she simply rested one hand on his shoulder, pulling it back before the clumsy attempt at comfort became completely awkward.
Then, the silent one 'spoke.'
If you are the heroes, then I shall be your guide, and help you in your quest.
Jade stared at the wrapped up being for a moment, then chuckled, pulling her cloak about herself. "Very well. If you've a notion to guide us into our madness, I've no valid reason to stop you. Just don't be causing trouble, I imagine we'll have more than enough of that on our own terms." Turning then to the dragoon that had so recently joined them, she bowed at the waist. A sign of respect, however uncalled for. "If destiny has been brought on you, brother, then by all means, follow it." A grin flashed under her hood.
She turned, facing the group. It felt incomplete...as though there were invisible pieces missing. But they couldn't simply wait around for glittery beings to appear. Perhaps they would stumble along them as they went.
"Well then, mates, I suggest we move right along our jolly way. Supposedly we've got transportation awaiting us in the forest. Until we reach our Godly gift, carry what you can or want, and step lively." She bent, grabbed her own small bag and one of the collections of supplies. Without another word of invitation, she turned on her heel and exited the tavern. "We're leaving, Mar."

by **Skallagrim** on Thu Jan 31, 2008 3:52 pm

Lars heard the voice in his mind. As weary as he was he strained to force it but the thought that the voice carried was a simple one.

If you are the heroes, then I shall be your guide, and help you in your quest.

Lars shook his head, the touch of Jade had for a brief moment been a respite, it had given him the will to rise again. He had sworn and oath to this woman , before the Gods had declared them a fellow to recover the fabled objects.

Rising slowly he retrieved is helm and shield, he strode from the tavern saying to no one in particular "I shall return, my travel pack is with my horse."

In a few long strides he was at the stables, he saw the livery boy and spoke to him. A few coins passed hands and then Lars grabbed his travel pack. A small sack with food and a water skin, a blanket and a ground cloth. Securing the pack on his back he grasp his long spear and strode from the stables and meet his companions.

The cool breeze wistfully fluttered around them. Small dust devils danced and vanished. Under his great helm, Lars looked at the leader of this expedition, the mysterious Jade. He stood and waited patiently for the command to move.

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