Xandur
If one had the ability to turn fully invisible, they would not be half as efficient in spying then if they were a beggar. It's not that people are not aware of a beggars presence, far from it. The presence of someone in dire need for help is like a wraith in the mind of the modern man. Knowing that they could help this poor man, but not willing to relinquish any of their own hard earned money, they do their best to ignore that person. People are so wracked by guilt at the sight of a beggar,or even filled with disgust, that they do all in their power to convince themselves that the man in the tattered clothes and desperate look in is eyes isn't really there. This is why Xandur chose the life of the Vagrant as his cover. So he collect as much information with as little attention or as little consequences as possible. After all, no one cares if they share their secrets within ear shot of a beggar.
And Xandur had overheard quite a lot.
When he had first started Listening, he had simply heard the fading squalor of the city. Xandur found this very odd, seeing as the city should have been growing louder as the day came to it's peak, but their seemed to be a near lack of life near the direct vicinity of the marble building. Xandur had assumed that, being made of precious stone and not of the forest, that this building must have had some import to the people in this city, along with whoever resided within.
Before long, a young.........elf of some kind had begun to approach the marble building. She seemed to notice something and her expression betrayed how concerned and nervous she was about something. She was stopped by a guard before she made it to the building. She was here to see the Steward, a place holder, of the city. She was also apparently a Navile.......whatever that was. If he hadn't had to live each day with the collective knowledge of a child, then he might have been upset at this fact. Judging from the guards reaction to this, Xandur assumed that a Navile was something be on your guard around.
The guard took the Navile women into the marble building. If that was where the Steward resided, that would mean that would be the Palace. It made sense, the place certainly was regal enough and definitely stood out against the more floral aesthetics of Lethandrill. He had decided that perhaps her conversation with the Steward might be an interesting opportunity to learn more about these Navile. He closed his eye and could feel his Hearing begin to bend, twist and extend. The sounds of the streets and city faded from his ears. Xandur was now Listening to a conversation about........the scullery maids ass? Right, wrong conversation.......he hoped.
The amount of time it took him to find the correct conversation could have been minutes or hours, he wasn't sure. When he finally did find the correct conversation, it seemed the Steward was very very angry.
"Navile! You're dangerous! You don't even realize how dangerous you are, woman! That is why you and your kind are separated from the rest of us. You don't know what kind of power you hold, and if you don't know what you have, you don't know how to control it. And here you are, trying to convince us that you're harmless?! Are you a fool?"
So, the Navile were separated from the other elves for they had some kind of power of them......intriguing. Though, form the sound of the situation, the Navile was not in a very favorable position. Though, he swore he could hear something in the back, something muffled. He continued to Listen.
"My Lord, please. If you would just hear me out-"
"Hear you out? The more you speak the more deluded you sound. You're trying to convince yourself that you're not a threat,"
"My Lord, we are far from dangerous," the Navile woman continued, trying to hold her ground.
Xandur could hear truth, along with other things, ring out from her voice as she spoke. Perhaps this was one of the controversial issues of the land. Were the Navile a threat or not? Time would tell, at least for him, he supposed.
"You don't think you're dangerous. Here, allow me to show you just how threatening you are to not only yourselves, but us as well,"]/b]
That did not sound good.
Suddenly, there was a very odd sound that was loud enough to hurt Xandur's ears, followed by a sound somewhat similar to the first. Then following that was a resounding boom that caused Xandur to wince form the pain. What in the name of no one had just happened? Then, another voice sounded, one he had not heard before. Definitely male, and it commanded a certain power with it.
[b]"Ordered to come and check up on the the Steward of Lethandrill and this is what I find. Not a great way to greet one from the Order of Riena, Torak." The man scoffed.
The Order of Riena, now them Xandur had heard of. An order of religious assassins who's fame had grown across the land. Talks of their leader, one Lord V'lyn, having defeated a mighty threat to the world and had saved the land from destruction. Or something or other like that, the tale changed rather drastically as it was told from tavern to another. It happened some forty years ago from the way Xandur heard it. This city was becoming more interesting by the minute.
The Steward, who's name was apparently Torak, begun to speak again, with a goo amount less fervor then before. "L-Lord V'lyn... I did not realize you were coming. If you'd only sent word I would have had an escort ready for you and have you welcomed into my grand city properly."
Lord V'lyn, well what do you know. The Legend himself was there in the room. Though, Xandur wondered how he had gotten in there. It seemed Xandur was so focused on Listening, that he hadn't even noticed. Huh.
It seemed now that the V'lyn now demanded Torak to speak with him about "certain matters", whatever that meant. The Steward seemed to comply. Xandur hadn't realized it, but other people had entered the room. Their names were Jennifer and Fukayna. They must have been under V'lyn's command as he gave each of them a task to do. The woman whom he guessed to be Jennifer seemed none to please about her assignment to escort the Navile girl. The other companion remained silent, very silent.
The strain was starting to get to Xandur and he decided he would have to leave off Listening for now. He heard the sounds of the palace fade and the sound of the street returned. Xandur blinked his eye open, the light hurting it at first. He looked about and realized no one was about. He sighed heavily and enjoyed the the silence for a time.
That is until the front doors to the palace opened he once again heard the cold and irritated voice of Jennifer. Xandur carefully looked over to the source of the voice from under his hood. From what he could tell at this distance, she was rather beautiful. Not in that overly gaudy, won beauty. It was a natural beauty that she seemed to wear with an air of acknowledgment but not much more. Though, her tone of voice certainly helped to dull down her looks.
She was standing with the Navile woman he had seen before, and a young girl wearing wolf pelts and whose hair was covering her face. That must have been Fukayna. Jennifer seemed to be speaking to her, but for some reason, Xandur could not make out what she was saying at all. Xandur stuck out his tongue. Yep, magic. This woman, this Jennifer must have been a mage of some kind.
Fukayna departed, and Jennifer turned to the Navile woman. Xandur could suddenly hear her. "Your name first, then you’re going to tell me what happened before we arrived, because, let’s just say fanatical rulers are the least of your worries at the moment," her tone was something sinister. Not overtly, but it was there.
"Fay X'san of the Navile. I came here because our clan is trying to receive pardon to leave our forest and interact with the world outside. We are part of this Order and so we knew we had to come here first before going anywhere else. When I first came here there was a kind of fear in the air. It still lingers and I heard whispers about the Steward being mad. Still, I went to go see him."
Intriguing. So Fay X'san was her name. Despite the fear he had heard in her voice, he could tell that this woman was some kind of brave. He wished to learn more of the Navile as soon as possible. though, this little turn of events seemed to entertain him plenty.
She then spoke of the events that Xandur had Overheard in the Palace.
Jennifer seemed to have deemed Fay's words true and had determined she was not involved in some sort of debacle that was the cause of the Order of Riena's presence. She had decided they would wait there for her fellows. As Xandur would as well, it seemed.
After some time had passed, it seemed the silent Fukayna had returned......with a young elf that looked like he had been tortured for a week straight. Well, Xandur was not expecting that. Upon seeing Jennifer and Fay, the young man pulled himself away from Fukayna and approached the two. He began to tell them of how mad Torak was and they should leave. Fay seemed to concur with him and stated they should retrieve V'lyn and retreat. Jennifer seemed incredibly confident that they had nothing to worry about. True, that Lord V'lyn was a man of legend, but, it was never wise to underestimate anything or anyone. That's how you ended up naked, lying face down in a ditch.
As if Fate itself was trying to teach Jennifer a lesson, the doors to the palace exploded outward. The doors became projectiles that were headed right for the group. At the last moment, a barrier was erected from Fay and deflected the deadly door. Moments later, from Jennifer's reaction, a man who must be Lord V'lyn was sent flying out of the smoked door frame. He looked......very good for a man who saved the world forty years ago.
Steward Torak seemed to be the attacker. He wielded a gauntlet that irradiated power. Lord V'lyn seemed to have a bracer of a similar nature, though he doubted the two were connected in any way.......he hoped.
But, when the power of the two men clashed, he felt his gauntlet.......shiver? He could feel it humming in his robe. His eyebrows raised high. It had never done that before. "GACK!" Xandur suddenly cried out in pain. The source of his torment came from his left arm. The gauntlet had attached itself to him without his consent. That was also a first. Xandur was afraid the gauntlet would attacking him next. Though, he found he had control over the gauntlets functions.
A blinding silver light caught his attention. Xandur was glad he wasn't paying attention when that light went off, because it seemed to have blinded half of the people up there.
He could feel his gauntlets humming grow louder. It seemed now was the time to choose. To act or to leave............yeah, act.
Xamdur pushed himself up with the help of his staff, his leg still feeling tender. As he turned to where the battle was taking place, He saw Fukayna helping the injured elf and Fay X'san to get away from the conflict. They seemed to be heading for the gate. Now there was a clever girl, in more ways than one.
Xandur looked up the stairs to see the three having a stand off. He thought about the best way to approach the situation. Seeing as the steward was mad and had a large amount of unchecked power, Xandur believed it would be best to act as quickly and directly as possible.
So, he began to hobble up the stairs with the help of his staff.
He moved up the stairs in a steady fashion, favoring his left leg all the way. He still wore his beggars robe as he ascended. He eventually passed Jennifer, not stopping to gauge her reaction. He then hobbled up until he was parallel with V'lyn's right. He was was still several feet away. He raised his staff slightly, then slammed it back down onto the ground with a loud boom! The dirt and twigs shot off of his staff, revealing the stark white and teal that was the true form of his staff. Then, with his other hand, he threw off the robe into the sky, revealing his white and brown outfit he had come to favor in his travels. His large stoned gauntlet fully revealed, it glowing a slight purple hue. His necklace was also revealed, dangling around his neck, the stones reflecting the light from his gauntlet.
He said nothing, he simply stared the Steward down, waiting for one side to make the first move.