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The Keys of Torimir's Seal OOC

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“Fuck...” Nienna whispered to herself as her head felt light again, her body almost unable to move.

Her hair swayed back and forth jaggedly from her place on the orc’s shoulder as it ran almost lopsidedly. There were about five of the monsters left, though originally there had been around perhaps fifteen. She and Taal had done pretty well but...where was he?

The thought caused Nienna to pull her head up to get a look. None of the orc’s were carrying him. Confused at fist the scene flashed back in her head again, as she tried to remember everything that had happened before this.




“Taal, don’t you hear that?” Nienna whispered to the plate armored human standing next to her. He knelt down next to Nienna putting a hand on the handle of the large great sword on his back, and furrowed his brow accordingly.

“No, I don’t hear anything…” Taal responded with a whisper as he listened. He stood back up after a moment and looked down at the elf still kneeling on the ground beside him.

Another moment of silence passed and she stood back up, uneasy. Nienna and Taal were both mentored by the same master in Talriel, the Great Human City. She hated spending time with humans; much less Taal, but she didn’t have a choice since their master sent them out hunting. They were in a forest only a single mile outside the city itself.

“Well I hear something...I don’t understand...”

Taal grinned widely before he commented, “Yes, Nienna, that’s called a sound. You hear them with your ears.”

“Shut the fuck up!” She replied, turning around to face him, scowling none-the-less. To this he only grinned more and she wanted to hit him square in the face.

Moving over she started to hastily climb one of the nearby trees. Taal scoffed at her. “What is it you hear, elf?”

“I can hear...heavy footsteps, running...” Her voice trailed off as she reached the top of the tree and started to look out. He groaned loudly as he rested himself against a tree, bored, but a few minutes later he jumped back a bit from surprise when Nienna suddenly jumped down and landed in front of him.

“Taal, move! Run! We need to go!!” She said grabbing onto his wrist and started to tug.

“What? Why?” He said, withdrawing his wrist back from her grasp, a stupid look across his face as he looked at Nienna as if she were crazy.

“Run! There’s a pack of orc’s running through here! We have to go, now!”

Taal scowled at her. “What the hell are orc’s doing in a forest a single mile from the city?! I find that bullshit! You’re such a liar….” But his voice trailed off when a crudely made arrow swept past his face only inches away, and hit in the trunk of the tree directly behind him. He spun around and pulled it free with a grunt. He examined it for a moment before he dropped it to the floor of the forest and looked at Nienna again. “Orcs...” Taal declared half shocked and half angered, before drawing his great sword.

Spinning around to face the same direction the arrow had come from, Nienna drew her longbow from her back, taking an arrow from the quiver and notched it tightly into the bow, pulling the string far back.

That’s when the first wave came.

Everything was blurry after that. There was fighting, and she remembered seeing a sword coming straight down through Taal’s chest. In the next moment he lay dead, and something hard hit her over the head.

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So that’s where Taal was, dead. She let her head hang back down again limply. The orc’s grunted loudly as they unsteadily tired their best to sprint away, but again, at their best, they were maybe two miles or so away from the City itself, and carrying an elf with them wasn’t helping with their speed. Nienna let out a long breath as she passed out from the pain in her head.

The city life was bustling with the same atmosphere and energy it usually had. People buying necessary items at the market, complaining about higher prices and taxes that were just added on, soldiers running after the usually quicker thief. Life went on as it always did. Which bored the young sorceress as she perched herself on the market stall. Waiting for someone to take an interest in the wares she was selling.

“This is pathetic,” Eliza sighed to herself. “ Who would actually take an interest in this garbage. They’re basically herbal remedies for curing sunstroke.”

The day came to an end, and as usual the stall sold very few magic tonics or equipment. Eliza took her profits she had obtained for the day, closed the shop and proceeded back home, dreading to face the exact same routine she played every single day.

She pushed the weak wooden door to her apartment with ease. There was one room, with a single cot in the middle. The room was dusty and it smelled like fish, the only thing Eliza could afford which was on the market. She collapsed on the bed and she heard it creak from her light weight. She didn’t bother to undress and just fell into a deep sleep, her eyes closed tightly on top of the blankets.

It got warmer all off a sudden, she opened her eyes to look at the window, which was glowing a bright shade of orange. Her eyes widened as she heard many screams. Children, women and men fled the city streets like vermin. Moving quickly as ugly goblin-like creatures pursued them with ease. These creatures could only be recognized as orks. Terrible burdens upon other races, craving war and destruction, not even the young sorceress could corrupt their emotions. As their were too much hate and deception running through their blood. Eliza watched them sprint after the people, striking them down with one fatal blow. A man in large iron armour arose from the flames of the opposite building. He walked with great charisma and weakened even Eliza’s. She watched as he raised his hands, summoning bolts of raging thunder striking down soldiers coming to get them. With one great swoop, his rivals had fallen to their knees, unconscious or worse.

Eliza couldn’t stand to look at this, she had never witnessed the foul impact war had. She turned immediately, on impulse reaching for her staff which lay under her bed. Instead, she saw an intimidating figure, cloaked and standing on the opposite side of her bed.

“You made a bad mistake trying to ransack this place, you son of a bitch!” Eliza’s temper was shown as she reached for her staff. She raised it at her foe, it spat out surges of sparks at her opponent. The attack seemed to go right through the figure.

“Eliza.” The figure spoke.

“What the fuck are you?” She said, her blood boiling as she pointed the staff at the figure. “What the hell do you want!?”

“Eliza, look around you.” The figure said, his arm pointed towards the window. “I mean no harm. My name is Cirith I’ve come to ask for your help. ”

There was a gentleness in his voice Eliza couldn’t resist. Her head turned at his command, she looked at the flames. She smelled the burning scent of human flesh. Heard the loud petrifying screams, the growls from the orcs, the terrible screeching of laughter and applaud. The scene around her evoked so much terror in Eliza’s bones.

“That man in the armour out there.” The hooded figure paused. “His name is Torimir. So many years ago, this very scene you are seeing… happened. That man in armour was the cause of it all. Children became orphans, lovers were separated, hurt was summoned from every corner of the earth.”

Everything which was happening in the scene below stopped. The flames were frozen, a sword held high over a child’s neck, ready to be slaughtered like an animal held itself right before the mighty blow. It was silent.

“This is a dream.” Eliza caught on.

“This was reality, Eliza.” Cirith retorted. “They can’t remember this foul war. The tragic losses the world encountered. The massive wars on sea, land and in the deepest mines. Everywhere was infected with war, like a cancer it spread quickly. Killing peace, provoking cruel war, destroying hope, which every creature with a soul needs. This can never happen again.”

Eliza remained silenced as she turned around, her thin eyebrows lowered angrily as she turned to a dead forest. Cirith had vanished. There were people running here as well. She still held her staff, ready to engage in combat if any orks attempted to confront her. Everything was silent, she couldn’t hear the panting of the fearful elderly. She couldn’t even ask them for help in where her location was. Her voice had gone mute. Her ears deafened, a dream in which she couldn’t scream. A nightmare which felt like reality.

She decided to embrace her trust in her staff, and approach the dark frightening forest for no logical reason she could think of. She took large steps as she wandered in, her staff being her guide and shield against whatever the people fleeing were fearful off. Her feet lead her to a river bank, the river was still and Eliza turned her head to the opposite bank. Her eyes were widened, her body stiff with pure fear. Her staff dropped to her feet.

Eliza stood before her mother. A pale witch queen, she was dressed in a large black dress which hung on the river bank, drenching it. There was another hooded figure, kneeling beside her on their knees. The person was not dressed like Cirith instead, their face was just hooded, leaving it in just shadows.

Her mother smiled, her eyes bearing into Eliza’s. Eliza’s head suddenly hurt as she collapsed to her knees beside her drenched staff. Her head lifted towards the cloaked figure, who was in the same pain Eliza was, they clenched their head. Tears streamed down Eliza’s face, she knew what was happening as she had inherited the same skills.

Her mother was manipulating their emotions. This could become pretty serious, too much depressed emotion could turn a person insane. Eliza needed to do something. Her mother slowly approached the cloaked person, her eyes leering into theirs as the person began to shake violently, having some sort of fit. Eliza stood, her mother turned her head immediately as her daughter clutched her staff, approaching the water. She couldn’t run when another person’s life was at stake.

Her staff pointed at the hooded figure, with all the strength Eliza had in her body she pulled the cloak figure away from the Queen. Pulling them to safety on the riverbank. She quickly turned to her mother, who was making a run for her victim and Eliza. Eliza raised her staff, standing in the water, her eyes narrowed and bitter at the woman in front of her she yelled even though the curse was shielded by the silence. Large bolts of thunder emerged from the staffs bulb and over powered the entire stream in front of her. Her feet were in massive pain, her mother, bursting into ashes as Claire collapsed in the river. A hand grasped her and carried her to the shore.

She opened her eyes and realised she was standing, unwounded. A girl sat down in front of her. The hood from her face removed. She beamed up at Eliza, her head turned to another Hooded figure. This one, Eliza recognised as Cirith.

“Congratulations.” He said, breaking the silence that was overcast on her, sound had returned completely to the scene in front of her. “You saved her from your worst fear. You completed your job as guardian. Which proves you’ve been chosen to protect her…” His arm pointed towards the girl looking at her.

Eliza turned her head slowly to her. “This dream is a reality, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Cirith replied hastily. “ Her name is Nienna Dawnstride. She, like you, has been chosen to save the world from Torimir. You must find her, guard her, be willing to die for her--”

“Wait, what!?” Eliza spat. “How could one person be that important, is she royalty?”

“It is not one person, but three, and these people are entrusted with guardians to protect them as they carry out their destiny.” he said calmly, despite Eliza’s arrogant disrespectful tone.
“Entrusted with what?” Eliza asked, her head drifting back to Cirith constantly waiting more information.

“She is entrusted with a necklace. Each bearer can carry out a task only they can fulfil, knowledge only their minds possess, only them who can carry out the task of recreating the key which seals Torimir’s spirit behind “The god’s playground.”. Protect her as she seeks out the master key, which is created with the three bearers necklaces by the Diea.”

All this information was confusing Eliza. “Wait, what!?”

“The Diea is an un-dead god. Neither good or evil, he combines the necklaces to make the key to open the seal.”

“If Torimir is behind sealed gates, why do we bother even opening it?” Eliza shrugged, taking a step towards Cirith and away from the Bearer. “Won’t that release the evil which was sealed.”

“It is not my plan to open it, which is why you’re the guardian. You must protect Nienna Dawnstride.” Cirith said again, patient with Eliza.

“So someone else wants to release Torimir?” She asked.

“Marcello. He stands with an ork army, burning cities, you’ve seen their work in the other dream.” Cirith began to walk away.

“Hey! Don’t move!” She yelled. He paused in his steps. “What if I refuse to protect her?”

“You don’t have a choice Eliza, it’s fate, besides, ‘if we’ve got nothing to do, what role do we play?’ ” She could tell Cirith was smiling under his hood by these words. “I’d move quickly. Orc's are coming and at the moment, they have her."

The floor beneath their feets began to fade and Eliza left looking at Nienna, whow as still glancing up at her. She turned her head and Cirith had vanished, finally the dream was gone, and Eliza was awake.

Eliza’s eyes opened like a flash. Adjusting them to the dawns early rays immediately, she grabbed her staff which was under her bed and took the dagger which was resting on her bed post. The dream was the most real experience she had felt while she was asleep. She remembered every single detail of it, every image, every word spoken, every tale told. She stood on her feet, not willing to fix her messy hair as it strung in her face.

She strapped the staff which stood at a metre to her back. It was visible over her shoulders. She put the small sharp dagger in it’s thick leather pouch and proceeded outside the doors of the small room. She rushed downstairs and pushed the door open with her mind, she was in a rush for no reason she could comprehend. She walked past her unopened stall and headed towards the city gates.

She reached the outer walls quickly, all the time searching for her parents had kept her fit and made her fit and healthy. If she believed her dream, which she did, the Orc's would be near the city. She couldn’t see anything, regardless of hear anything besides the sounds of birds, which flew towards her quickly.

While hunting she learned that during loud sounds birds fled and flew against the sounds. Something had them scared, and animals acted on impulse. If she was correct the Orc's were heading in the direction she was facing. Sprinting quickly against her skirts restrictions she proceeded to enter a small district of trees. Moving quickly through them, careful not to make many sounds. Her ears on high alert for the slightest crack of a twig or a grunt from an Orc's scouting the area.

Finally more birds emerged from trees not so far away. Her weak Elvin eyes were quick to pick this up. They fled past Eliza alerting her that she was getting close. She drew both her staff and knife in her arms, proceeding forward to what could lead to her death. Eliza didn’t care though, she never feared death, to her, death released you from all your pain and loneliness and when it came to take her she would embrace it.

She walked with great courage and pride, her hands tightly grasping her two weapons as she got closer to the inevitable battle.

Kaen sat on his bed. He was finished with his evening exercises, and he had just finished meditating. He stretched and stood. He removed his chestpiece, then laid down in the bed. He stared at the ceiling until sleep took him from the conscious world. But his slumber was not an easy one.

Kaen was standing in a city, but it was like no city he had ever been in. The streets were lined with stalls, stands and other establishments, but there were no people. Not a person to be seen anywhere. There wasn't even a rat, dog, of cat. The city was devoid of life. But then he saw someone. It was a man who stepped out from an alleyway. He was tall, taller than any man he had ever seen. His face was hooded, nothing could be discerned underneath it. He then saw someone else. It was a woman,but she was hooded. She was wearing a blue dress, decorated with small flowers. He immediately felt drawn to her, and wanted to do something for her. "You reacted to this woman just like I expected you would. You are attracted to her yes?", he said. Kaen nodded, wondering what in the world was going on. "Good. That is very good. Now go talk to her." Kaen looked confused, then walked up the street to talk to the woman. He was wondering what to say, then a gang of men in black leather armor leaped from adjacent alleyways and attacked the woman. He drew his katana and rushed to her defense. Battling aside one man, he swiftly blocked a blow from a second, then stabbed the man in the stomach. The third man made to stab the woman, but Kaen found that his weapons had disappeared from his hands. Time slowed. He knew what he had to do. He dove in front of the man attempting to stab the woman, and the sword punctured his armor and the blade slid into his chest. The man drew back and ran away. As he lay on the ground with the sword in his abdomen, the robed figure appeared again, standing over him. Grasping the hilt of the sword, he drew it out, but there was no wound. "Arise.", he commanded. Kaen pushed himself up and stood. "You have done as I wanted you to do. That is good. You are probably wondering what this all means. This dream is a message. You are charged by the gods to protect this woman, named Laura-Anna Kisa Hartsland. She is a noblewoman, and resides in the human capital city, Talriel. You are to go to her and protect her with your life, as you just did. Stay by her side always, and never falter in your duties. Go now, Kaen Hanone. Go with the grace of the gods." The dream faded away.

Kaen leaped up from the bed with a cry. His chest was heaving, and his katana was in his hands. He stared at his stomach, but there was no mark on him. He sheathed the sword and dressed, pulling on his armor. He loaded up a small pack of supplies and headed out of the inn where he had been staying. He walked to the stable and found his horse, Souretsu, saddled and ready to head out. Swinging into the saddle, he nudged the horse in the ribs and headed towards Talriel.

Eliza’s heart pounded over and over, her ears focusing on them as her feet strayed forward. Twigs were heard snapping and Eliza took cover through the trees. Waiting for the appropriate moment to strike the Orc's. She waited. Quickly she heard the moving towards her grunting, their weapons drawn. There were five of them. Three with swords, one with a bow, and the person in the back held the bearer like a sack of potatoes.

She moved out of the tree-line again. Revealing herself to the Orc's, her body calm and relaxed as they halted for one second. Staring at her blankly, quickly one of them grunted something undecipherable.

“She’s just a girl! No armour, with a little bread knife!” The Orc with the bow taunted. They burst into a fit of laughter.

“Go on, Shoot her!” The one holding the bearer spat. “Kill the Half-elf!”

The Orc obeyed, he drew his bow with extreme ease, aiming the arrow at Eliza who looked indifferent to the Orcs. She prepared her staff for the oncoming flying missile. The Orc fired, but moments later his eyes were widened. Eliza looked at the arrow as it was perched in a tree, not remotely close to her. She smiled and turned to the Orcs.

“Fool! You missed ‘er!” One of the Orcs grunted pushing the bowman out of the way, drawing his sword and approaching Eliza quickly, the other Orcs with swords were quickly after.

Eliza threw forward her dagger, slicing through the Orcs thick-skinned throat. Her telekinetic power hitting her aim right on spot, she quickly removed the fallen Orcs sword and positioned it in front of the advancing enemies feet.

She summoned her knife back into her hands, catching it softly. She watched as the two other Orcs lay on their knees, their feet decapitated. She smiled as she approached the Orcs her feet pausing in front of them, another arrow missing from miles.

“Never, underestimate a woman.” she smiled. Her staff pointed towards their faces, she pouted, mocking their pathetic nature. The staff glowed and released sparks of thunder, which electrocuted the Orcs under her with ease. Both collapsed, leaving the leader and the archer left.

“I’ll strike you a deal.” Eliza said, approaching them, moving another arrow away from its intended destination. “You put that sack of potatoes down safely, out of harm. And I’ll let you go free.”

“Potatoes, this is a girl!” The leader spat angrily.

“Oh?” Eliza paused. “That changes everything.” She pulled the girl towards her, despite the strong leaders grasp, she caught him off alert and pulled the young elf towards herself, catching her so she didn’t hit the ground too hard behind her, she lay her down.

The leader grasped his sword while the archer got another arrow, both angered the hastily advanced on Eliza, growling with heated anger for their fallen comrades. Eliza threw sparks at the archer his eyes blinded by the immediate flash. The leader approached Eliza and the bearer quickly, her eyes widened as he swung at her with great speed. She dodged by hastily moving her shoulder, the blade grazed off her arm, the large blow put the large Orc off balance, and Eliza was able to counter attack with her knife, sticking it into the side of his neck with pure force. It lay impaled, the leader Orc barely alive, removing it would probably finish him off. She looked at the archer who she had blinded, who was now gone, fleeing the battlefield.

Eliza turned to the bearer, pulling her knife out of the leaders neck, letting him fall to the ground in front of her. “Did they hurt you?”

Kaen continued his journey along the road, not resting at all. Souretsu was not tired at all, and he shouldn't be, since he's a trained warhorse. He would not tire easy for many hours yet. After a few more minutes, he reached the outskirts of the forest surrounding Talriel. He stopped, and looked around the forest, admiring it's beauty. He spurred Souretsu on, and rode deeper into the depths of the forest. He then came to a scene that should not have been there. Several orcs lay slain, and there were two women in the midst of the carnage. He swung off of his horse and hurried over to them. He stared at the woman with the necklace, who was an elf, then at the other woman, who seemed to be an elf as well, but she lacked the finer graces of his race. "What has happened here.", he asked to the half-elf, which he knew her to be as such, since she obviously wasn't human. He turned to the other elf. "Do you need help of any sort?"

While she was talking, Eliza turned from her and focused on the wound above her elbow. She was lucky. They were both lucky.

“…How did you find me?” Nienna asked her. “Not many folk wander outside the city walls, especially in the forest… though what I do want to know is why a group of Orc’s themselves would be so close to Talriel.” She finished.

Eliza tore a bit of the leather off her waistcoat, wrapping it tightly around her arm she looked at the Bearer. She bit down tightly on her lower lip as she tied a knot protecting her until they at least got back to the city. She finally turned to the bearer. She was exactly the same as the dream portrayed her to be. What she already knew was confirmed to be real.

“I had a dream.” She paused. “I protected you, I’m supposed to. A … thing, named Cirith showed me the awful past that once happened here. I… saved you in my dream, and then …” She paused again, realising how stupid this sounded. “The guy in cloaks told me about your necklace…, it‘s special, its one of three parts of a key which seals an evil God. The Orc's were hunting for you, because they need you and the two other key bearers…, to…” She stopped again, drifting into thought. This probably seemed unbelievable to the young elf. “ They want to release a guy named Torimir. A man named Marcello. The point is… it supposedly leads to disaster. So I have to protect you. I knew you were here, because I was told so in my dream… by Cirith … the guy who wants me to protect you.”

She forced a small radiant smile noticing how stupid and unbelievable that all sounded. “Your…, this, Taal” She paused. “We can bring his body back if you want to.”

Hooves were heard nearby and Eliza turned quickly, readying her staff again. It was a Elf, on top of a horse. He surveyed the dead Orcs as she stood against him. He didn’t look dangerous, still her guard wasn’t removed. “What has happened here.", he asked Eliza. He turned to her bearer. "Do you need help of any sort?"

“She’s fine. You should keep moving.” Eliza said rudely.

Kaen's eyes narrowed. "Fine. It seems you are similar to me, I had a dream like that as well. I'll leave you to your duties then." Kaen turned to Nienna. "I'll leave you in the care of her. I'll see you around." He walked back to Souretsu, and swung into the saddle. "I hope to see you soon in the nearby future." He spurred Souretsu, and rode towards the city. So there are others like me, and more bearers. That is interesting, and relieving. But I must find my bearer. The god said that I would find her in the castle. So I'll start by heading there., he thought.

He reached the city gates engrossed in his thoughts. The guards waved him through with no question. He rode through and dismounted. Stabling Souretsu, he wandered off towards the royal quarter. He attempted to enter the castle, but the guards wouldn't let him in.

"I need to see Lady Laura-Anne. It is of the utmost importance." The guards stared at him.

"No one is to enter the castle unless they have an invitation or summons. That is law.", said the guard with a glare.

"You don't understand. It's very important! I HAVE to see her immediately! It concerns her life and safety. I NEED to see her!!!", said Kaen.

"I don't think yo understand. NO ONE and I mean NO ONE is to see ANY royalty unless they are summoned or invited. Now leave before we make you leave, elf.", said the guard. Kaen glared back at the guard.

"I am not leaving until I speak to her.", he said.

"Fine.", said the guard. "We are going to make you leave by force." The guards surrounded Kaen.

“Damn it! I knew I shouldn’t have listened to that old hag! What kind of short cut takes twice as long! I would have already been in the city and in a tavern with three drinks down already! But no I’m in this blasted forest, lost!” Darrien spoke to no one, there was no one to speak too, but he needed to hear a voice and his was the only one available at that moment. On his way to Talriel Darrien wanted to know if there was a quicker way to get there. He asked the bar wench at the inn he stayed and her directions had gotten him completely lost.

This forest would be his grave, he concluded after about an hour of walking before he realized he was going in a circle. He made no attempt at being quiet either, his footsteps were heavy, and cracking and breaking everything that seemed to be on the ground. Snapping twigs that were in his way and, of course, cursing in a rather loud voice. He could not help it; the isolated feeling of a forest always gave him the chills.

“If I find my way out of this forest I swear I’m going to strangle that woman!” More curses escaped him as he trudged on, growing more tired and hungry. He had already taken his grey cloak off and some parts of his armor, but the weight was still tiresome, not to mention he was burning up with it on.

Stopping by a tree Darrien lead against it and sighed, “I wish I had a hot bath…with two beautiful women in each arm. That’d be nice.” He smiled at the thought. While training at the temple he had been forbidden to experience the ‘womanly’ touch. When he finally left the temple, however, he experienced it many of nights. One might find that horrible since he was suppose to be a monk, but the way he saw it was that he was only have a monk, technically. He did leave before the completion of his training.

Feeling more rested, Darrien began to move on. After about an hour or more of wondering, and going in circles; Darrien was about to scream his lights out when he heard a faint sound somewhere in the distance. What sounded like a voice, no, voices. Almost jumping from pure joy, Darrien rushed to the source of the voices. He reached it in only a few moments, but stopped just before emerging. It would be better to make sure he was not walking into something he did not want to be a part of.

Spying through a bush, Darrien saw to gorgeous girls, surrounded by a bunch of ugly dead orcs. “What a very strange sight.” He whispered to himself. Eyeing the two closely he saw one had a small cut.

“I should go see if they need any help. Maybe they can help get me out of here.” Emerging from the bush, Darrien walked over to them, cautiously, he did not want to appear threatening, but did not want to be got off guard either.

“Are you two alright? I can heal that wound for you if you want.” He showed them his cloak. Grey cloaks were given to monks and clerics who have not yet completed their training, but did possess skill.

“I was also wondering if you could point me towards Talriel. I’m kind of lost, you see.” He smiled at them both. Their beauty seemed to strike him as abnormal. Then he saw them, their ears.

Elves, great. He did not much care for elves. They always seemed to think they were better than everyone else. At least the ones he had met did. They treated him like a common servant and acted as if humans should be treated the same as rats. He thought about just walking away and leaving them, but he really did not know where he was. As much as he hated saying it, he needed there help.

Kaen couldn't help but stare. She was incredibly beautiful, as fair or fairer than any elf he had met. He stood in a bit of a stupor for a moment, then followed her into the castle. He looked over his shoulder at the guards, who were grinding their teeth in frustration. He smirked, then turned back towards his bearer. He quickened his pace to be equal with her, and cleared his throat.

"My Lady, there is something that you should be aware of. Your life is in great danger, and I am supposed to protect you. You are a Key Bearer, one of three chosen people who posses one of the three keys that will unleash the ancient, corrupt king, Torimir. I have also been chosen by the gods, but I serve a different purpose. I am your guardian, and I shall protect you with my life, if necessary. I will do all that is within my power to accomplish this task. That is why I have come before you, My Lady.", said Kaen.

He continued walking by her side, and waited for her to reply to his information.

Kaen followed Laura into the sitting room, and sat into a chair. He focused on Laura in front of him, and cleared his throat.

"Laura-Anne Kisa Hartsland, yes I am aware of your full name, my name is Kaen Hanone. The man I told you about earlier is the enemy of the gods, and close to a god himself. You say you do not have a key, but I know that you do. It is hanging around your neck, in that necklace. Don't look so suprised, I saw the chain on your neck when we were walking to this room. This key is sought after by a man named Marcello. He wishes to kill you, take the key, and release Torimir once again into the world. I have also been informed that there are 2 others like you, with their own guardians. I passed a pair while I was entering the city. As for why I have not been here before, since it sounds like you have needed my services earlier, is because I was informed of your peril by the gods just this very night, in a dream. You were in the dream, and I had to save you from a peril. It was a test of some sort, and I had passed. The gods then assigned me with the task of protecting you and keeping you safe from Marcello. That is why I am here, My Lady.", said Kaen. He had relayed everything he knew, all from what the god told him. He waited for Laura to respond to what he had told her.

The Elvin man left, leaving Eliza with raised eyebrows. “Another guardian, for another bearer?” She said softly to herself. She now wished she didn't sent him away and got to ask the same questions, truly, this moment was unbelievable. Eliza stood, looking at her new job,

Her bearer took the exact reaction Eliza foresaw she would. Nienna surveyed the bodies, searching for something. Eliza watched as she claimed her weapons back. She was about to say something, when more noises erupted from the trees. Pointing her staff at the new approaching threat. It was a man,

She watched as the Human male emerged from the trees, he offered her held as she looked at her wound. It was painful, and if he truly meant harm he probably would have already killed them. She groaned in pain as she removed the leather knot from her arm, to show him the wound.

“Are you two alright? I can heal that wound for you if you want.” The man showed her his grey cloaks. She knew he could probably heal a minor wound like hers.

“You think you can heal this?” She showed the wound quickly before tightening the leather bloodstained cloth again. She was interrupted by the Bearer who talked about her deceased friend. Eliza nodded and tied her staff to her back again. She had forgotten how complex the Elves were. The Elves were a life Eliza looked forward to break away from. Her half human nature and the fact that her mother was evil scared them.

“…take you back, but only after this girl explains what the hell it is she is mumbling on about…” Nienna smiled, probably more confused than Eliza was. It offended her ego, having just slain Orcs and saved the stranger, she didn't think she would be interrogated about it.

“Listen, you ignorant brat.” She sighed heavily as the confusion annoyed her more than the bearers unanswerable questions. “I don’t know what it means, but I probably just got fired from my job after I missed my shift for saving your ass right now. If you need proof, Nienna…” She paused, realising the bearer never told her name. The dream had. “…Where did you get the necklace? How did I know your name?! How did I know you‘d be captured by Orcs?! How did I know Orcs were heading to the city?! I don‘t know, but it happened, and I have to stay with you.”

Annoyance ensued Darrien as he was being ignored. He wanted to yell out and get their attention but knew that would be an idiot thing to do. Instead he kept quiet and waited, some what patiently. They were discussing something, Darrien had no idea what it was but it sounded of some importance. Personally, Darrien would have just called the half-elf crazy and left her, but then again he had no idea what was going on.

“That should be easy enough to heal.” He stated after seeing the half-elf’s wound. Walking over to her he removed the makeshift bandage and examined it closely. His hands were abnormally gentle and soft, something people did not generally expect when they saw him. He took care not to cause the half-elf to much discomfort as he looked at the wound to see if it wound become infectious and if he would have to perform over spells to probably heal it. It took only a second to finish this examination. The cut its self was not deep, but it did do some could amount of damage to the skin. Placing his hand over the wound, Darrien muttered some incantations in an ancient language, repeating them over and over. His hand started to glow with a soft blue light. The light gave off a warming sensation and almost immediately the wound began to seal up. After only a few minutes the only thing that remained of the wound was the blood soaked bandage that was on the ground.

“There, good as new.” He looked at her and smiled. It made him appear as if he was a child who just received a gift, and in a way he was. Darrien was very prideful and proud of what he did. Healing people always made him feel good about himself, especially when he healed them without any complications. “Your arm might sting a little for a day, but other than that it should be fine. As if you were never cut.” Another smile as he stepped back.

“Can’t she explain why we make are way? I’ve been in this blasted forest for the entire day practically. I could really use a bath, and food. More than that I could use some ale, and lots of it.” On top of that he was now even more fatigued from healing the woman, though he would not let them know that, especially when one was an elf and the other half of one.