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Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

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What is the truth behind the world of Altaea?

6,074 readers have visited Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients since Mr D created it.

Introduction

There are myths, rarely heard now, that tell of a time when one man ruled the world. It was a time when mortal men worked miracles and great beasts roamed the world. It was a time of great prosperity. A paradise on earth, so they say. It was the Golden Age.

But all things come to an end. Though history does not record the fall of its great civilisation, its repercussions are still being felt today. History became as myth, and the world was plunged into the Age of Darkness.

Now, in the Age of Discovery history is about to repeat itself.

(This RP takes place in the world of Altaea.)

Toggle Rules

  • Typical forum rules apply. No Godmoding/explicit romance etc. You should know this by now.
  • In the interests of progression and maintaining consistency as GM my word is law and all judgements are final.
  • Character death is a possibility. If you don't want your character to die don't do stupid things.
  • Magic is rare in Altaea. I will limit the amount of magic users in the RP according to my discretion.
  • Feel free to introduce new NPCs, antagonists and side plots.

Reviews

30/30
Characterization: Advanced Plot: Advanced Depth: Advanced Style: Advanced Mechanics: Advanced Overall: Advanced
Music wrote:I would give this RP such a high rating even if I hadn't participated in it. You all have done a great job of both developing your characters spectacularly as well as portraying them in such a way. The plot is character-driven, but, at the same time, that makes it all the better. It allows characters to truly behave as they would in reality, rather than following a script. In addition, the options presented to the RPers in the OOC help move the story forward. The setting is well-developed and important to the characters and the overall experience. Meanwhile, posts are filled with interesting style and proper mechanics. The one piece of advice I could give is to break up longer paragraphs into shorter segments so that readers don't look at it and immediately stop trying to read under the 'tl;dr' mentality. All in all, an excellent RP, and I would highly encourage anyone who loves fantasy RPs to ask about application!

28/30
Characterization: Advanced Plot: Advanced Depth: Advanced Style: Advanced Mechanics: Proficient Overall: Advanced
Tiko wrote:I found this RP to be quite well written. The posts were thoughtful, well done and assisted in furthering the story as a group. The characters themselves were well designed, providing insight into them as individuals, and they had distinct and identifiable personalities without dragging the story down. The plot is eye catching and serves to hook both the players and the readers in without revealing too much too early. The lack of full information leaves a reader or a player wanting to find out what happens next, and keeps the story moving forward. It creates depth and levels of information that you have to explore to discover. The included wiki provided plenty of background information into the world that was a nice added touch that assists readers in understanding what's going on, as well as provides information for players to build off from. The only thing I didn't give a max rating to was mechanics. While the posts very well done, and cleanly written, there were [i]many[/i] spelling errors that simply running posts through a spellchecker would have caught. Overall though, I found this RP to be very enjoyable to read through, even though I myself am not a player. It has a lot of promise, and I hope to see it continue to be a successful game for all involved.

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Viconia couldn't believe her eyes; at least four other people were willing to fight for her justice! She wanted to thank them, but felt that such a gesture would make her weaker.

So instead she raised her voice slightly, to be heard. "If we can make a stretcher for me, I'd like to come too.... my entire life is in that wagon, and I want to see if anything is salvageable. And..." the mere thought of it almost made tears spring to her eyes, "my mother was killed in the raid. I need to bury her, and the rest of my kind." She'd had many friends in that carnival troupe... and now she was the only one left. She had to carry on, move on...

But she needed closure first.

A single ebony hand crept up her leg as she checked on the one weapon she still had on her person. The dagger was still there. She might not be able to stand, but she certainly could defend herself if such an occurrence arose.

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Erwein caught snatches of the conversation down below, the other patrons of the bar caring to those he had struck down with his needles. Some of the patrons, however, including the orc and a few others, had clustered around the injured lady. Something about bandits, a caravan and how the lady wanted to get whatever she could from her wagon. If she was what he thought she was, she'd probably pay him a large sum for his services. That brought a smile to his lips.

...none of my business. But...

From within his cloak, he withdrew a piece of parchment and a stick of charcoal. On the parchment, he wrote instructions on how to look him up if someone required his services. Then he folded up the parchment and leaped down from the rafters, landing lightly in a corner of the tavern. He swept through the group of men and women clustered around the lady, innocuously bumping into her and growling at her in the process. This action, though, let him press the folded parchment into her free hand and whisper a very quick: 'Milady' into her ear. He swept past and disappeared through the door of the tavern, heading down the road towards Northwall, where he would collect his fees and hide out for a few days, waiting to see if the lady would bite.

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A veritable band of merry misfits had assembled to aid the injured elf. It joyed the gargantuan warrior to see others willing to selflessly put aside petty differences and unite for a worthy cause. The orc was especially pleased by the female halfling who reminded him of his old master. After a quick reshuffle of her hair she had deftly gathered her things, which amounted to little over a handful for Osefi. With a confident smile she said assertively "I may not be tall and strong like you big guys" She then gestured to the knight, who had just joined them, fully armored "and I may not be some tough knight -- but I can help too."

Though he had little urge to jumble her hair, Osefi gave her a broad grin. "I know better than most just how true that can be, short-one." His tone was not demeaning, it was a term his master taught him. Osefi could practically hear him now. 'Never call a halfling little. We find it most insulting. We are small of stature but broad of courage and true of heart.'

It was then that the elf spoke up. The poor creature looked as if she might fall apart at any moment as she explained the brutal attack. "I'm not sure its a good idea you come right away child. We know not what we will find. Did you get a good look at what attacked you? I find it strange that mere bandits would execute such a violent act, as usually they're only interested in a quick robbery and escape."

A fact, as anyone who traveled the highways could tell you. Death attracted the wrong kind of attention.
The kind of attention that drinks heavily and can whirl a spear in ways that'd make your head spin. The kind of attention that proves danger can come in small packages. The kind of attention that proves honor isn't dead and that even a grizzled old orc can do right in the world.

The young elf's haunted look quickly made the orc reconsider "I know not how it is with your people, but we should honor the dead soon. Before their souls become restless."

A jostle broke his concentration as a shadowy figure bumped his way through the crowd. Osefi didn't get a good look at him, but he was certainly mysterious. As the man stole out the door the orc could swear he spotted a tail. Once again the orc questioned if his eyes were holding up. It was a common symptom in aging male orcs, the cloudy rage which milks over the eyes of a orc in the throws of a bloodlust slowly causes irreparable damage, by the age of 700 nearly all elder males are effectively blind. But such an issue would be dealt with another day. For now...

"I can carry you, elf, though I insist on setting you down somewhere safe until we've scouted the wreckage."

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"I told you we need your help with something." Caim lifted Vincent up, marching him over to where Viconia teetered weakly. "This young lady is in need of your assistance." He said and Vincent drew up a seat in front of Viconia with what little grace he could manage in his drunken state. "Fear not, young lady, while he may not look it at the moment Vincent here is highly qualified in matters of medicine. Isn't that right, friend?" He patted the smaller man on the shoulders, eliciting a half commital groan from Vincent.

"Now, what appears to be the problem, miss?" Vincent asked despite looking straight at the bloodied bandage around the woman's leg. He rubbed his temples.

Though none of the drinkers had noticed Murdoch's stealthy departure, the inn keeper certainly had and a thick set arm collared the young man as he dusted himself off and prepared to make his move down the road. "Not so fast." The thick set man intoned into Murdoch's ear, his brush like mustache doing little to hide the amused half frown, half smile of his wide mouth.

By now the othe patrons were more concerned about the crowd of writhing poisoned. The tavern had fallen silent and those who hadn't already fled were looking around nervously.

Eria gazed up at Rohin, unfazed by his refusal.

"But you are." She stated simply. "Believe me when I tell you that by helping me, you will also be helping yourself." She stood perfectly still, matching his gaze underneath the veil of shadows provided by her hooded cloak.

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Rohin laughed, but quickly stopped as he realized that the inn had fallen silent. He had almost forgotten the uproar that happened just moments earlier, but it wasn't something he could do something about right now. Eria remained calm and continued her long stare. It was almost like she could see beneath his façade of a carefree performer. It was time to drop his act.

"I don't know why I should believe you," he said, "and yet...". He didn't feel like helping her out, as it seemed to have nothing to do with him. But something inside him, somewhere deep down, told him he should consider it. He felt himself being torn between two decisions, though that was ridiculous. He had absolutely no reason to accept her request. 'And yet I'm considering it,' he thought. He had no idea why though.

"Tell me two things before I answer to your request. First of all, what do you need me for?" That seemed like a reasonable question. After all, he needed to know what he was getting himself into. Asking his next question, he made sure to put emphasis on the last word. He needed to know.

"Why do you need me?"

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#, as written by Loxley
Vinsces poked the giant orc in the side with a narrow eye:
"Oi, who are you, trying to play the straight man here? It's not fair that you be the only one who get to carry the beautiful girl of the party!" He turned at the dark elf, and said, his ulterior motives far too obvious: "I'm sure a ride on my back would be much more comfortable than on my gigantic comrade's. You'd probably hit less tree branches on my shoulders than on his. Bwahahahahaha!" As he shouldered his backpack on his right shoulder, his spear in his left hand, he watched as Vincent approached the dark elf to take a look at her wound.

"Now, what appears to be the problem, miss?" The man asked, while rubbing his temples.

Even Vinsces was quited as the man examined her, knowing it could be worse than it looked. To a giant like him, a leg wound like that would, at best, slow him down, but to a smaller person, it could lead to death by bloodloss if not properly treated. Of course, the giant spearwielder didn't know that.

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Alyss leaned on the wall, near the door, waiting for someone to give the word so that the bandit hunt may start. From there she watched and listened to her new comrades chat away. There was a small debate over who got to carry the elf, Which seemed to stupid to her. The battlefield is where warriors roam, it is no place for defenseless peasants. Alyss had much experience with bandits. Most of the ones she dealt with weren't much of a challenge. All bark and no bite. Least most of them are. Then there's the ones who really know their stuff. Fighting off rouge knights, master marksmen, berserkers, etc, is no walk in the park. Judging by how these bandits tried killing eveyone made Alyss think they could be in for a real fight.

Someone might even get hurt. If they had to watch over a helpless elf they might as well double those chances. Alyss may not have known these people for a while but she did not want harm done to them. Alyss should haave probably voiced this but she did not wish to upset the poor girl. Instad she spoke saying," What do you mean, the only beautiful girl in the party? Who said I couldn't go?".

She smiled a bit and crossed her arms, waiting for his response. Somewhat hoping for a compliment or some kind. Most people who wanted he wanted her dead. Supposedly the pay was higher if she was dead.

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#, as written by Music
Viconia ignored the debate about who would carry her; as a dancer, she had dealt with lots of flirtations, and she barely put up with it then. Now even more so; she was desperate for some sort of closure, but not THAT desperate. If she couldn't find a more convenient way to transport herself, she would simply stay behind and travel to the site once she had recovered.

A man who apparently had some healing skill approached, asking what was wrong with her. Instead of replying with a snide remark, she carefully undid the bandages, letting him see the gash, which was about the length of a foot. She winced as the air stung it once more.

Mr D wrote:"Hmm, I see." Vincent rubbed his eyes as he peered at the gaping wound. It was certainly debilitating, though unlikely to be life threatening in its present condition. The blade had missed the vital blood vessels in the leg, though it oozed blood at a steady rate. Blood loss would be the main concern, he assessed. He reached into his pack, retrieving a small needle and suture. "I am afraid this will be uncomfortable." Vincent said as he prepared a pot of boiling water.

A short while later and Vincent had finished deftly sewing Viconia's wound closed. Even in his inebriated state he worked with a precision and speed that suggested a lifelong familiarity with the technique, only occasionally pricking the woman in her uninjured flesh and each time muttering a quiet apology. He tied the bandage over her leg again and rose from his seat.

"You should be able to walk now, though I wouldn't suggest it. After all, you lost a lot of blood." He reached into his pack, retrieving a small, neatly folded leaf. He handed it to Viconia. "Oh and you should take some of this mixture for the next few weeks. It'll help prevent blood poisoning."


The needle had hurt her leg, but Viconia gritted her teeth and ignored the pain. After all, it wasn't anything compared to the actual wound.

And when it was done, she cautiously flexed the leg muscle. It hurt, but she could survive. She would still need help if she wanted to get to the caravan. "Thank you," she murmured softly, carefully rising. She could stand. And she could walk, if she could judge by the few careful steps that she took with a hand on the table.

She turned to seek the eyes of her fellow travelers, the ones who wanted to deal with the bandits. Four or five, from the looks of it. There was a new spark in her eyes. "I think I can go now. Though, I still may need some help from someone along the way." She patted her weapon, making sure that it was still there on her hip.

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Eria seemed almost puzzled by Rohin's question, as though the sentence itself made no sense or the concept was somehow unfathomable to her.

"Let me instead tell you why you need me." She stated flatly before leaning in close to his ear, offering him his first glimpse of her face and her startling gold eyes. And she whispered into his ear.

Vincent lit a cigarette, the soft and calming aroma of the herbs wafting gently through the smoky air of the tavern. He took a deep breath, inhaling a lungful of the wispy smoke before breathing it out in a long, thick trail of white curls. A relaxed sigh escaped his lips as he felt his head clear slightly. Tomorrow would be a difficult one, he thought to himself as he contemplated the impending hangover. He looked over at the fallen men who littered the floor of the tavern in a heap. Had there been a fight while he was out of it? His curiosity piqued, he headed over to investigate further.

There was a heavy rattle of metal against metal and Caim emerged from the staircase, clad head to toe in plate armour and carrying a large, unwieldy looking sword over his back.

"Forgive Vinsces, Alyss." Caim laughed, slapping the man heartily on the back as he passed him. "He can be quite blind at times." his chin as he leant against the next to Alyss. He regarded the female knight with a simple nod of the head and a mirthful smile.

"Oh. Vinsces is here." Vincent looked up from his investigation of the fallen patrons to acknowledge their old friend with a wave. However he had little time for such pleasentries right now. He was on the trail of a mystery.

It was at this point that the inn keeper dragged Murdoch into the tavern by his collar, shaking the man at the group.

"I caught this fellow trying to leave without paying. Who here is going to vouch for him?" He looked over at Caim and Alyss, who had been seen drinking with the lad.

"I'll pay his way." Caim raised a hand. "I have a favour to ask him anyway." He locked eyes with Murdoch, a cunning glint in his eye. "Tell me Murdoch. That bird of yours. Is she good at scouting?" He smiled knowingly.

Those who remained in the tavern now gave the group a wide berth as the serving girls went about the business of helping the poisoned customers. Vincent stepped between the seizing men, occasionally kneeling to examine them. When he came to the dead merchant. He pressed the man with the toe of his boot and, noticing his lack of reaction crouched over the man. He felt his neck, searching for a pulse.

"Well. It seems we have come to the heart of the matter." Vincent said with a grim smile. He turned te body over, feeling gingerly over the exposed skin of its hands and face until he felt it. And with a slight pluck he retrieved lifted his hand up to the light, a small glint of the light betraying the presence of a needle between his fingers. "This man was assassinated." He stated bluntly. "The others were merely a diversion."

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A sharp elbow to the ribs drew Osefi's attention to the spearman of vorst. He insisted it would be a much more comfortable ride upon his shoulders. "Quite true. Quite true." The orc confessed. "You're more than welcome to carry her, Vinsces. She's already injured, last thing she needs is a goose egg on her brow."

Another voice, even more bold than Vinsces' interjected "What do you mean, the only beautiful girl in the party? Who said I couldn't go?" Osefi could practically hear the smirk from across the room. His eyes fell on the woman leaning at the door, gleaming armor sparkling in the firelight. As the drunken man went to work on the injured elf Osefi turned his attention to the voice "Well forgive me miss, as beautiful as you may be, I didn't take you for the type to be carried."

The orc wasn't so much flirting as he was poking fun. Any notion that he could find pleasure mating with any of such small frame was ridiculous. Osefi prayed as much was conveyed in his tone, flirtations and love games were a distraction and nothing more. Caim, the large man at first seemed the most level headed of the bunch, but he seemed just as eager to flirt with his sister knight.

It was then the white haired hunter from earlier was hauled back into the room, accusations of thievery being thrown about by the red-faced owner. Luckily for the mysterious bird trainer, the knight quickly nipped the problem in the bud, his offer of recruitment thinly veiled by the benevolent act. Osefi, for one, hoped the man agreed, a scout like his creature could be invaluable if his suspicions of greater foes than bandits were correct.

"This man was assassinated." The orc turned to see the man who had patched the (now standing) elf girl up in a haze of smoke. Now much more sober looking than before, Vincent stood from the body of the merchant. "The others were merely a diversion."

"Seems we have little shortage of quests calling our name, would you not agree?" Osefi posed the question to the room, which now seemed all but empty. The approaching midnight claiming many a sleepy victim. "Much as I hate to leave the dead unburied," he gestured to the body with a swift nod of his head. "There might still be those to save at the caravan. We really should get moving."

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Despite having attempted to run away when he had tried to escape the tavern, he had quickly given up. The man holding him by his collar simply wouldn't let go, and so Murdoch had been dragged back into the inn, and was now once more facing the crowd. Or, at least the one who had shown interest in his skills. He glanced at the injured elf, and once more experienced an overwhelming urge to get away, for as he so cleverly had stated to himself, people had been killed, poisoned and injured, and he did not think that his business after all. Murdoch was one of the very few who didn't give a damn about honor, and only cared about surviving, like most other hunters would.

And then as he was being accused of being a thief, which he actually was, seeing as he had not payed for anything yet, he was about to raise his voice himself. It was only natural to try and get away when sensing danger. But what was this? He was asking if the bird could scout.

Bird was currently still on Murdoch shoulder, now having wrapped it's tail loosely around his neck in order to hold on. Murdoch knew why Caim was asking, and at first he wanted to say no. What was the point in poking his nose in the elf's business anyway? Still, since Caim was now paying and thus no longer meaning that Murdoch was a thief. Now he just owed Caim a favour, and this would apparently be it.

"Yes." He then answered, keeping his voice low. "We're both great scouts. Give us a little time, and we can track down just about anything." His words weren't exactly those of a humble man, but they were true none the less. His face gave away how he wasn't really comfortable with the situation, but still he tried to remain calm.

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Rohin was mildly surprised to see a pair of eyes so golden as hers. They were striking. When Eria came closer and whispered something in his ear, his own eyes widened. He quickly pulled away and stared at her in shock. 'How could she...', even his mind was unable to finish the sentence. It took a moment to find his composure, as all sorts of possibilities ran through his head. But from the moment she had said it, he knew there was only one choice left. He smiled at her faintly.

"Milady, I will help you." He remembered she had said something about payment. He considered for a moment to do this for free, but then realized that would be stupid. Money was always useful to have, and he was quite low on it at the moment. "Now, about the payment you mentioned earlier..."

He shot a glance at the group that was gathered around the dark elf. It looked like they were starting on some sort of quest. 'But I guess I just started on a whole new own quest as well,' he mused.

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"This should suffice for the time being." Eria passed Rohin a small pouch of coins. A fair amount, or at least as far as one could tell given it's size and weight.

"You shall receive the rest once we have safely reached our destination." She stated. "Until that time you are to act as my bodyguard." She turned without another word and left through the door of the tavern.

Vincent meanwhile had begun examining the scene of the assassination, running through possible scenarios in his mind. Had the killer delivered the dart by hand? Impossible. The victim had been surrounded by his guards at the time of the attack. It must have been delivered from afar. However, it was impossible for Vincent to acertain the direction of the attack. He sighed.

"For the time being I suppose this poor soul will have to go unavenged." He said with a shrug. "In any case we should be off, wouldn't you say?" He staggered a little as he headed for the door of the tavern. "If we are to catch these bandits of yours, searching under cover of darkness would be for the best. It's likely they've set up camp in the vicinity." He surmised.

Caim tossed the inn keeper a pouch of coins and the man released his hold on Murdoch's collar.

***

The harsh dirt road stretched off into the distance, carving a line through the flat plains of tall grass that surrounded the tavern. To the East lay Northwall, the port city and famed 'gatewat to the East'. And it was in this direction that Eria pressed on, her dark and tattered cloak fluttering in the gentle but insistent winds. She didn't even spare a glance backwards at Rohin, apparently unconcerned as to whether he followed or not, or perhaps convinced that he would follow regardless.

Vincent an Caim in the meantime waited for the others to gather before heading Westwards, further into the unclaimed lands of Ea.

"We should think of a plan." Vincent suggested.

"We should use Bird there as a scout." Caim suggested, reaffirming his earlier suggestion.

"Or perhaps we could plan an ambush." Vincent mused, gazing upwards to the Empress Star, which glimmered brightly in the heavens, lighting the way north like a beacon.

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Now that the focus of the group was less on her and more on the bandit hunt, Viconia became more at ease, relaxing her tensed muscles and smiling for the first time. It was an uneasy facial expression; it was as though she wasn't quite comfortable with her face twisted in such an unnatural expression.

With no one paying attention to what she did any longer, Viconia experimented some more with how able she was to walk. She found that while a few steps in her dancing slippers seemed to be tolerable, walking across the room was both taxing and somewhat painful. She needed something to lean against, if she wanted to make it all the way to the caravan, which was quite a walk.

Fortunately for her, some hiker had left his staff, which was a crooked length of birch wood, leaning against the wall. Glancing surreptitiously around, Viconia neatly picked up, effectively claiming it for herself. It worked excellently as a walking stick, she found, and there was a handy knot at hand level so she could work with it as a cane as well. Not to mention the fact that she had some experience with baton waving from one of her previous acts. She could use it as a weapon as well, if necessary.

Using the stick, she guided herself out the door, seeing Vicent and Caim there. She didn't interrupt their discussion of plans, since she had no military experience and didn't know what exactly they needed to do. Therefore, she leaned against the door post and waited, examining her injured ankle and covering her face once more with the golden hood.

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#, as written by Loxley
"Quite true. Quite true." The orc confessed. "You're more than welcome to carry her, Vinsces. She's already injured, last thing she needs is a goose egg on her brow." Vinsces once again slapped the orc in the back.

"Bwahahahaha! I agree, my fellow giant! We're going to get along so well!"

Another voice, belonging to the female knight, then interjected
"What do you mean, the only beautiful girl in the party? Who said I couldn't go?"

"Well forgive me miss, as beautiful as you may be, I didn't take you for the type to be carried." Osefi replied.

Vinsces, however, grinned broadly at the female knight.
"Nonsense, my brutish comrade! Nonsense!" He dismissed Osefi's words eagerly with a wave of his giant hand. "A giant such as myself would shame himself if he turned down an offer to carry a beautiful lady knight such as yourself! My back is your back...uh...home..." He cleared his throat as an embarrassed silence ensued, and then, true to himself, let out another: "Bwahahahahahaha!", swinging his spear once more as for dramatic effect.

Vinsces then turned to Vincent when the suggestion for a plan came up, and once more swung his spear around in a very exressive circle, grinning as he said: "I say we charge 'em head on, and beat them to a pulp! That'll teach them a lesson! Bwahahahaha!"

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Rohin accepted the pouch and nimbly put it in his own bag. Judging by the weight of it, it was a good amount of money. As she had made his job clear, he couldn't help thinking how direct she was. 'This is going to be a difficult one to figure out,' he thought. He quickly followed her when she left the tavern, into the fresh air.

He soon realized that they were going eastwards, towards Northwall. While his boots kicked a small stone off the road, he wondered what business she could have in a place like Northwall. As it was the waypoint between the Unclaimed Lands of Ea and Ignir and the port towards Ashura at the same time, it certainly was an interesting place to visit. Whether it was her final destination, he wasn't sure. But somehow he doubted that.

He remained silent while he followed her. The tavern behind them became more distant with every step they took.

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The night had turned frigid, gusts of wind swept down from the northern mountains, threatening to bathe the forest in a frost by morning. Not a cloud to be seen, the moon hung neatly in the star laden sky above the band of would-be heroes. As if to challenge the sun for its post the moon illuminated the surroundings quite readily, everything painted colors of blues and grays, shadows hiding from the moon's gaze. This only added to the strangeness of the attack, it was quite easy to see deep into the forest, even for a half blind orc, let alone an entire caravan of elves. Slim and beautiful creatures but notoriously flighty and quick to scare, it seemed unlikely bandits could sneak up on such a group.

"You really think it was bandits?" The gargantuan orc wondered aloud from his place just behind Vincent and Caim. Realizing he had interrupted their discussion of tactics Osefi quickly added, "The conditions out here and the severity of the attack are all wrong for bandits. We all can see that." He paused in an attempt to think how best to phrase his thought.

"... My point is, you plan your strategy based on your foe. If this wasn't just a mere bandit attack, we have to be ready to adapt accordingly." Osefi again paused his speech, this time to sniff the air. An act which caused his hair to bristle slightly, primal instincts shining through. "There is blood on the air this night, to be sure, we must make sure any more spilled this night is not our own."

It was a surprisingly thoughtful comment coming from an orc, further evidence of his unusual upbringing. He turned his head, facing the large spearman next to him. A devilish grin crossed his marred face.

"Course if it is just bandits, its this orc's humble opinion we just sit back and send Vinsces roaring through there. I think he could handle most of em, save us the trouble."

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"Bwahahaha! I agree with the humble orc!" Vinsces laughed burlily. "Just point me in their direction and I'll beat 'em all into the ground with my spear!" He swung it around and let it land on his right shoulder as he wandered along with the others. "It'll take more than a few bandits to fell this giant!" To accentuate his point he slapped Caim in the back while the knight was making plans for the attack, as if trying to convince the man that the aforementioned plan was the best course of action. Vinces had a cloak wrapped over his shoulders to protect against the cold night, but otherwise seemed un-bothered by the eerie weather. Whether it was out of courage or stupid ignorance to the dangers that loomed in the darkness of the night, however, was a whole nother question...

He looked over to his other side, where the female knight was trudging along, and added with a broad grin:
"And should you feel tired, Lady Knight, I'd be more than happy to carry you. Bwahahahahaha!" As he said that he flexed his muscles while laughing, still not even close to sober from the night's drinking.

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Alyss pictured herself, charging the bandits while on Vinsces' back and could not help but laugh. Soon as the bandits saw such a spectacle they'd roll over laughing, leaving them vulnerable. They could kill them while they did that, she thougt smiling. Of course she had to reject the idea no matter fun it seemed. "I'll keep that in mind.". Alyss then grinned at Caim. She could tell they were going to get log just fine but Alyss couldn't stop thinking she had seen him somewhere. Oh well.

The Orc shared Alyss's concern. It was odd that a caravan was not only ambushed but slaughtered by mere bandits. It wasn't impossible but it wasn't likely. "We should priced with caution.". She put in bluntly," And as quietly as we can.". She looked at Vincse who just had yet another outburst of laughter and showed off his spear. "Emphasis on quietly."

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"You may be correct." Vincent agreed with Osefi. "Leading a group of bandits this close to a city would be dangerous indeed." He surmised. "The severity of the attack however I must disagree on. This wouldn't be the first time I've witnessed such brutality for no reason." His face darkened. "But with our current information it is the only conclusion I can come to." Vincent frowned.

"In any case, we risk losing the initiative and any element of surprise if we wait much longer." Caim added.

***

After a long while walking Eria broke the silence that had hung heavy in the air between the two of them.

"I am surprised. You haven't asked where it is we are going or even the purpose of the journey." She said with a hint of amusement breaking through her otherwise flat tone. "Are you always this obedient?" She asked, the mocking tone in her voice becoming more prominent now. And though she wasn't facing Rohin, he could be certain that there was a sneer on her face.

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Rohin laughed at Eria's remark. He hadn't expect her to break the silence. He noticed how her tone and appearance had changed. She was still the same person from the tavern, but somewhat different. She seemed more like a real person now, instead of that almost unearthly composure she had earlier.

"Hardly." He fastened his pace so he could walk next to her and gave her a look that many woman would consider charming. He wasn't sure if she was one of them. "You weren't very talkative in the inn, so I figured you would tell me when the time was due. But since we are on the subject now..." He glanced around at his surroundings and made a gesture with his hands. "Where are we going?" He looked at her and a thought struck him.

"Come to think of it, you never told me your name. My name is Rohin. Can you spare me with yours?"

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Caim placed a hand on Murdoch's shoulder. "Murdoch. Could you get your friend there to take a look around for us. We can figure out what to do once we have more information on the enemy and their number." He looked to the others, he was certainly not wrong. They would need the element of surprise if they were to stand a chance against anything more than a small and disorganised group of untrained thugs. And all signs pointed towards that not being the case.

Of their number three were non combatants, two were drunk and the other three specialised in close range fighting. Any plan they were to come up with would have to take these limitations into account. And that made things difficult. Caim steeled himself against thoughts of defeat. The code- no, justice dictated that this endeavour must be seen through to the end.

***

The camp was nestled amongst uneven hills and mounds. The light of the campfires hidden from the far off road by the terrain. The camp itself was large by bandit standards, numbering over two dozen large tents that surrounded large bonfires. Even at this late hour men were busying themselves around the campfire, likely enjoying the spoils of their recent raid. Their numbers would likely be close to a hundred, given the size of the camp, including the sentries who carefully surveyed the hills from the edge of the camp. Indeed, they appeared less like bandits and more like a mercenary band.

***

Eria stopped in her tracks and turned, looking over towards Rohin with a blank expression.

"We make for Northwall." She stated obtusely. Anyone could have surmised as such given their direction, just as anyone could have understood the true purpose of Rohin's question. Eria quickly changed the subject.

"I am M- Eria. Eria Millieuelle." She extended a hand towards him in greeting, the wind whipping lightly at her cloak, casting her hood back to expose her face in its entirety for the first time. A thick scarf was wrapped around her neck and ears to guard against the cold. "A pleasure to meet you, Rohin." The pale light of the new moon bathed her in an ethereal silvery light and her face, though tranquil, seemed grave and solemn.

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Murdoch who had been silent and had held his head low as the others talked was a bit nervous as Caim addressed him once more. "So it's too late to run away now. Damn." was his initial thought, but he just nodded his head at the request, and moved a few steps away from the group. Bird had taken place on his shoulder as always, and now looked at him, as if it was very much aware that he was going to ask it to find the bandits. HE sighed and closed his eyes for a second, and then smiled at the creature. His expression wasn't particularly happy though, as he more looked like he was just too tired for this.

"When this is over," he mumbled to it, "We're getting as far away from here as possible. I don't think we're good guy material, anyway." Having said that, he lowered his voice further, and then again spoke to Bird in it's language. It took him a few minutes to explain what the problem was, and why they had to participate in this, and then what he needed Bird to find out. After that, he raised his arm slightly, and it crawled a little closer to his elbow, so he could avoid getting slapped across the face by it's wings as it took off, and so, it was on it's way.

Murdoch watched in silence as Bird flew across the sky, and soon disappeared in the darkness. He didn't move, instead he listened carefully after any signs of Bird, in case someone caught it. The chances of that happening were slim, but it was there.

Time passed. For Murdoch, the seconds felt like hours, and he was getting more and more afraid that the bandits we're either very far away, or that something was preventing Bird from returning. That idea disappeared not soon after, as his eyes widened slightly when his ears picked up the sound of wings flapping. He was sure that it was bird, since he knew that sound better than the sound of his own voice. Once again, he lifted his arm, and a few seconds later, he felt a light pressure from Bird's talons, and the weight of the creature as it landed.

"Welcome back." He muttered, as it crawled from his one shoulder to the other, wrapping it's tail around his neck as it moved. Then, it told him what it had found out. Murdoch once again listened carefully as he wanted to make sure that he didn't miss anything, and then moved to Caim's side.

"More than twenty tents. A lot of fire. Many humans moving around. Maybe a hundred. Many weapons. Some still have blades that are stained by blood. They are in that direction." He said, pointing to where bird had told him they would be.

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Viconia stared in dismay as the scout bird reported back. A hundred? It had seemed like a lot at the time of the attack, but now she realized that but a fraction of such a large group would qualify as 'a lot' compared to the carnival troupe.

She thought for a few minutes, fiddling with the clasp on her gold cloak. For one, she felt like a beacon, wearing such colorful garb. Any enemies would easily see her far into the distance. If they went on the attack, she would have to flip it inside-out, which would expose midnight-blue satin instead of bright gold. However, that would have to wait. They needed to figure out what to do first.

There was something strange about this camp; why would a group of a hundred or more bandits group together, in a non-hidden place, near a town? Viconia didn't know about politics, but she knew about travel behavior. You moved in small groups, hidden, quickly. Unless, of course, you were in someone's private army.

"What is there we can do?" she spoke slowly, in her accented voice. "There are too many of them. We cannot take them by force alone." She considered this privately. "What about an act of stealth?"

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The gargantuan orc shuffled from one foot to another in a slow steady pace. Despite the apparent deliberate movement it was a thin veil for Osefi's anxiousness. Patient or not, Osefi was still an orc. Much in the same way you can't dangle a candy in from of a small child or eat in front of a starving man without drawing a reaction, its quite impossible to promise battle and gore and then expect an orc to wait quietly.

When the bird returned with news of the camp it was only Osefi and the amiable spearman that grinned like wild beasts at the estimate. If forced to guess, Osefi would wager there was orc blood somewhere in Vincses' family history. But such a minor issue could wait until they had handled the task at hand. Stealth seemed the front runner of approaches, an idea that was less than thrilling to the increasingly eager orc.

"I realize we're talking about a large force here, but sneaking around isn't exactly my strong point." Osefi stated the obvious before continuing. "Perhaps I could draw out a patrol or two, thin their ranks while some of the more agile of us took out the sentries?"

Strategical thinking wasn't exactly Osefi's strong point either, it was clear. He sighed heavily with a dismissive shrug. His tone took on an uncharacteristically low and dangerous sounding tone, his patience eroding with every minute that passed. His massive hand stabbed the lance like end of his immense axe into the road with an unassuming puff of dust.

"Just tell me who to kill."

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Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

It saddens me to make this announcement, but it is one I suspect we all saw coming. It seems this is the end of the road for me and for Altaea on RPGateway. If I do decide to revisit the concept as an RP then it will most likely be on another site.

Farewell. It was fun while it lasted and I wish you all the best.

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

Still without internet & unable to post.

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

Hey fellas, anyone realised that we're one of the longest running active roleplays? (Must be a fairly loose definition of active, but hey, I count at least four people who have expressed continued interest in this. That's totally enough for the story to rock on.

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

OK. I posted at last if anyone's still around.

On top of work and training we still don't have internet here, so I'm hard pushed to find time to post. Once that's sorted though I should be able to post at least a little more regularly since I have a bit of free time in the evenings.

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

Wow that is a lot all at once! Hope getting settled in the new home and new job is going well.

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

Sorry I haven't replied in a while. Everything suddenly came at once (moving, new job etc) so I've barelyhad time to sit down and write a post. (Then again I don't think anyone here is expecting break neck pace from this RP by now.)

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

After thinking about it, I have decided to modify my last post such that it reflects my departure. I just figure there is no point breaking up the current flow of things with a departure post at this point. So go back and read my last post, which is on pg 15 of the ic thread, if you want.

I was going to be ducking out anyway, Im just making that much much sooner than later. I have enjoyed running with all of you and will look forward to future runs in the Altaea universe or elsewhere.

Thanks

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

Ah yes, now I see it. Derp. Hrm. I kinda really want Inali to sweep in there and crush the man with her ability to feel the world and magic in particular (Dude, you don't even have a scrap of the power needed for using that scroll, why so pissy about finding it.) But then again I want to keep her seperate for now and capable of doing her own little heebyjeebies without creeping out the party.

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

Hmm, no. I can still see it. It's on the last page now since the site switch around. In case you weren't aware of the new format.

I've been waiting for Xian to post in the meantime. But I might have to just jump in when I get back from work.

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

I'm certain that the latest chunk of story is missing, where Inali's followed Eria and co down to the unsorted collection and some grumpy scholar's showed up and given Onatha a terrible scare. o.O Or perhaps the site isn't liking my account at the moment.

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

I don't think so. Which ones are you talking about?

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

Have some of the posts gone missing from the story?

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

Well, contrary to what I told Mr. D, I have decided to jump back in here.

I have been away for a while and honestly Erdu as a character is a bit of a mystery to me. But I am determined to relearn him and get to where I can reinsert myself into this.

I imagine I will be jumping back into the followon RP as well, but one thing at a time.


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Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

Xian. Good to hear you're back. We're going to need you to post soon if your character is to continue though.

Also, I'm finally able to clear the character list of all the redundant profiles. I've eliminated all our absent members. If somehow you feel your profile was deleted unfairly then PM me and we can discuss it, but given how I only deleted profiles for players who haven't posted in the last few weeks I think we should be fine.

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

I'll see if I can remember exactly what I had in mind when I wrote that in. D: Hopefully I'll have something on the board tonight, I've just been super busy these past few weeks.

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I'm kinda patching an idea of what Ishtar was meant to be from the Wiki and what I could remember of past posts since my internet was having a spaz and wouldn't let me back track to reference anything. What I've managed to spin doctor is totally retconnable, if I've managed to goof it up.

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

Jack makes me laugh. He is like a big kid, bored and needs something shiny to entertain him.

Re: [OOC] Altaea Saga: Song of the Ancients

XianEvermor, if you can message me any particulars Inali would come across about Ishtar, that would be pretty handy. :)