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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby OIL on Sat Apr 21, 2007 2:42 pm

He turned his head and looked at the figure walking down the stairs. "hmph weirdos" he then turned bak to his kit and finished making the poison he then applyd it to his dagger and walked off out of the light into a dark corner and sat there watching everything. Ready to fight if he must or run if the worst happens.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Azmodai2 on Sat Apr 21, 2007 7:58 pm

He took the proffered drink from Selik and smile broadly. He turned to Icienne. His expression was lighthearted and he looked pleased. Things were going well, the would depart soon.

“Ka eh? Yes, if we are successful I will come with you. I have been looking to explore the northern lands for some time and if you have no objections I would to take an expeditionary force with me partway. As for Valmorgen Keep it can stand for at least another two months before the frontlines start to threaten it.�

He stretched and smiled at Icienne and Selik again.

“I will return at dawn, I must attend to some issues at the local garrison. I will bring fresh horses and supplies so don’t feel the need to buy those.�

He took a large swig of his ale, finishing it, slammed the cup down ad stood. He nodded to both Icienne and Selik before striding commandingly to the door of the bar and walking out. It was a cool night. Dark, he could see the raging storm over by Barkwood. That poor town was doomed if he couldn’t get to the Orc Warmaster in time. Tar’gul Worldsplitter. He had met him once before, on the field of battle. Faced him toe-to-toe and it had been even… oh so even. Arkhann’s strength would never compare to the enormous Orc’s but he was much faster. Even then he had been hard-pressed. Yes their reunion would be bloody, but that’s the only way it could be. He fingered the hilt of his sword, and wrapped his cloak tightly around him as he hopped onto his horse ad spurred it towards the garrison.

“Yes, Human blade would most certainly meet Orc blade again, but this time, I will be prepared.�

OOC: I’m sorry Ninja but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Your character doesn’t fit this story and considering you’re involved in so many other RP’s I don’t think it’s fair to the people in mine. If you wish to discuss this further PM me.

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Icienne nodded slowly as Arkhann proposed taking an expiditionary force to the Nameless Lands. "Partway only, they are welcome. The need for stealth and cunning will not come until late in our journey, Lord Commandant, and it would seem less likely that we would tire of each other's company by journey's end if there were others about." A small smirk passed her face, fleeting, like the touch of a snowflake upon the flesh. "But let us not look too far ahead. There are Orcs that must be contended with first and foremost. Goodnight to you.

"And to you." She nodded to Selik and glided across the common room to the stairs. She stopped before ascending the first step and looked to Mac. "And goodnight dear barkeep. I hope the glass comes clean." Mac sputtered, trying to think of something to say, but before he could, Icienne was gone.

In the room Selik had purchased for her, Icienne sat down at a small wooden vanity, upon which was perched a mirror. She reached into a pouch hanging upon her left side and pulled out a small wooden tube. At one end she tugged, and the tube came apart, revealing a stick of wax encased inside. The wax slid out easily and, taking it in her hand, Icienne drew a circle upon the mirror, around the reflection of her face. As she drew, an incantation left her lips, and when the circle was completed, it began to glow, a dull light that made the mage seem even paler than usual.

"I beckon thee, Ichlaz, Master of the Tower..." she hissed, and verily, the face of Ichlaz could be seen inside the circle of wax. He was thin, like Icienne, with dark eyes; you could not tell where the pupil ended and the iris began. His flesh was as nearly as dark as his eyes, and deep lines were creased therein. There was no hair upon his head, nor on his face. When he spoke, his voice boomed like the thunder crashing over Barkwood.

"What is it, Apprentice? Why do you disturb me? Have you news?"

"I do, Master," Icienne replied, her voice sounding very meek compared to that of her master. "Long and difficult has been my search, but I have found the Warrior that you have forseen, the One to aid me in retrieving the Stone of Ice the demon lord Ka guards with his very life." There was an unusual, almost child-like excitement in her voice as she continued. "Soon, the Stone shall be in your possession, and my Test will be completed."

"Good... very good..." Ichlaz seemed pleased. "I shall begin making the preperations for your return. The Portal stands at the ready, guarded day and night by charms placed upon it by my own hand. Once I have the Stone of Ice, the plans that I have worked so very hard on will be realized."

"And my freedom?" Icienne pressed, leaning closer to the mirror.

"Your freedom shall be granted, faithful Apprentice." Ichlaz grinned, and there was a viciousness in that gesture that Icienne did not detect. "The next time we speak, you will be here before me, and you will have the Stone." The grin upon Ichlaz's face diminished, and his voice became more dangerous. "Should you fail, know that your punishment will be most severe..."

Ichlaz disappeared, leaving Icienne staring at herself in the mirror. "I will not fail..." she whispered, waving her hand in front of the mirror. As she did so, the wax vanished.

Thunder rumbled outside, more closely than before. Icienne stood and left the room the way she found it. She would not require sleep this night. She headed back down the stairs to the common room. Mac was gone, apparently off to bed. Foolish old man, she thought as she made her way to the door of the tavern.

Another clap of thunder roared overhead as Icienne stepped outside, and she looked up at the night sky. Lightning danced from cloud to cloud as the storm made its way west from Barkwood. Soon it would be over the town, throwing its rain and wind down.

Tucking her hands inside the sleeves of her robes, Icienne walked purposely down the street, heading in the direction of the garrison's.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Selik on Sun Apr 22, 2007 7:11 am

When he was downstairs , no one was around . not even mac .
He smiled . The place was empty . He thought everyone must have been in bed . "stuff it" he thouht "Im back off to bed"
He then slumped up the stairs into his room and collapsed on the bed , not even taking his armour and weapons off...

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His eyes opened , suddenly remembering the bar was empty . He needed a drink . mac wouldnt mid if he took a drink then left a few gold by the side. He walked downstairs again and poured out a drink and left 5 coins . he turned and sat down

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby OIL on Sun Apr 22, 2007 12:07 pm

He got out of his chair walked up behind the man and grabed his head and slamed it into the table. "you wanna die bitch" He shouted and spat on his bak.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Selik on Sun Apr 22, 2007 12:13 pm

He ripped away from the mans hands and turned and landed a fist directly into his face . "Dont ever touch me again "
The man instantly got up and drew his weapon and ran forward at this Selik unsheathed his dagger and lodged it into the mans heart . He felt the warm blood run down his clenched fist .
He was grinning again . he tore the dagger up into his chest shattering the mans ribs . He pulled the bloodsoaked dagger away and watched the man stumble over . then collape onto the floor in a limp bundle .
The worried thoughts then shot into his head "I`ve killed a man , for no reason ....i.."
No one was around . He lifted up the leg of the man and dragged it out into the cold storm . he dragged it behind the inn and left it there to rot , he threw his old cape over it to disguise the body and quickly walked back into the inn .
Heading straight upstairs . He dived into his room and locked thwe door...

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""Well that was interesting.""Barin said to himself as put the glass down on the bar.

""This place gets wierder and wierder.""
He gave out a yawn as he headed outside into the storm. He pulled his hood up and went to the barrens. A while later he arrived at his house and got some rest from the prior day.r."

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The doors of the garrison burst open as Arkhann strode in. He had harnessed his horse outside on the post. He peered around the dimly lit barracks and spied a group of seven soldiers wearing the Valmorgen uniform sitting in a corner at a table. He walked over and when they noticed him they snapped to their feet and saluted. Arkhann saluted back and smiled. A man wearing the markings of a Lieutenant approached him and saluted again.

“Hello, sir, I’m Lieutenant Maynard, I wasn’t aware you were arriving in town, is there anything I can do for you sir?�

Arkhann nodded and looked around again, noting the good physical condition of the men and the ample supplies. Weapons were kept sharp, and it seemed the men were kept equally as sharp, maybe he had a hidden jewel in Maynard. He gave a piercing look at the Lieutenant who stared back with calm. Excellent, perhaps he would receive a transfer soon.

“I see you keep your men well trained and the garrison in good condition. Excellent work. Now, I need horses for three others brought to the tavern by dawn, they need to be strong enough to take us back to Valmorgen. Have you seen any action here?�

Maynard nodded and pointed out one of the men who seemed slightly injured. He let his hand res on his sword and looked grimly at Arkhann.

“A fair bit, Orc raiding parties come through here about twice a month, so far my squad has been able to hold them off but if I lose even one man I won’t have enough to hold them back completely, if you could send me any help I’d much appreciate it.�

Arkhann nodded and took out a roll of parchment and scrawled something on it, he handed it to Maynard who signed it with a broad smile. Arkhann tucked it away into his cloak then walked with Maynard over to the other men whom he greeted briefly. He dropped a small bag of coins on the table and the men let out a hearty cheer.

“Treat yourselves boys, you’ve done good work here.�

He turned and faced Maynard.

“Yes, you’ve done excellent work with just yourself and six men, I’ve seen the raiding parties and they’re no cake-walk to repel. I will send you three more men, Captain Maynard.�

Maynard beamed and flushed at the words, and as soon as he heard Captain he puffed his chest out slightly. Arkhann nodded to the men who all looked at their new Captain proudly. Arkhann smiled to himself, it was a good morale boost, and those were much needed for these small garrisons. There were still enough men at Valmorgen that he could afford to reinforce this garrison.

“Remember, three able horses at the tavern at dawn.�

He saluted to the men once more and strode out to the front. He walked up to his horse and patted its huge, muscled, black and white dappled flank.

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Icienne glided with silent stealth through the streets of the town, streets desolate and calm, given the hour of night and the approaching storm. Wind swept over her, and her obsidian locks danced in all directions behind her, billowing like a cape. The lanterns hanging on posts, distributed through the town and casting a soft glow over the streets, creaked and their light shuddered. Thunder clapped louder overhead, and a rain drop splattered on her face. The storm was here.

However, the young mage made no move to seek shelter. She continued on her path through the quiet town toward the garrison, which she could now plainly see. Lightning streaked the sky, illuminating her surroundings in an instant, giving night the light of day for the briefest of moments. A black and white dappled horse stood calmly in front of the garrison, tethered to the post, waiting on its rider. The storm seemed to bother it little. Great training this beast must have gone through, to stand so nonchalantly in the face of such an act of nature as the one passing now over the town. Another drop of rain kissed her pale face, and another.

The door to the barracks swung open, and Arkhann emerged. The cheerful sound of his fellow military men could be heard behind him, muffled again as he shut the door and strode over to his horse, patting its flank. Icienne stopped, standing in the middle of the street as the rain began to pour down. The wind was howling now, whipping her hair behind her as she stood, her hands still tucked in the sleeves of her robes, watching him, without a sound.

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He looked up at the sky and felt several drops splatter off his face and some more on his cloak. He untied his horse quickly and mounted it in one fluid motion. A simple voice command turned it around and he started to trot down the street back towards the tavern, he would be back earlier then he had told them. No matter, it’s always a good time for a drink from Mac’s. As he trotted down the street he noticed a figure standing in the middle of it. His hand drifted to his sword instinctually but as he neared he noticed the air around the figure seemed to be in a light haze, almost like a breath during winter. A few feet closer and he recognized Icienne. He trotted up to her slowly and stopped next to her small form, which seemed even more miniscule next to his enormous warhorse.

“It is starting to rain, and a woman shouldn’t be caught out in a storm. Allow me to escort you to your destination? I’m sure you don’t need the protection but I feel it is my duty to get you there speedily and safely.�

He smiled warmly at her and offered his gauntleted hand.

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Icienne watched as Arkhann mounted his horse, standing still as a statue in the center of the street. The Chosen One... as Ichlaz has foretold...

The night was hot, uncommonly hot even for the lands of the west, where stood the Wizard's Tower. In the uppermost chamber of the Tower was the study of the Master. Bookshelves lined the walls, all full of books with cloth bindings, emblazoned with runes of different colors and structures. About the room were various tables and shelves, each containing magical instruments used when needed; one table stood empty. In the center of the study was a large mahogany desk, and behind it stood Ichlaz. On the other side of the desk Icienne watched intently, wondering what her Master was doing.

Ichlaz was bent over a basin placed on the desk. It was made of silver, carven with many runes and elaborate symbols his apprentice did not understand. Clear water filled the basin, its surface smooth and calm, and Ichlaz was studying it carefully. Next to the basin stood a small cup, also made of silver, yet not so ornately adorned. It bore one rune only, the symbol of revelation.

Ichlaz's lips were moving fervently, though no sound was coming forth. Icienne had been standing here for a solid hour, watching him study the water and murmur silently. Fatigue was just about to take her, when suddenly, Ichlaz grabbed the cup and dipped it in the basin.

"Behold!" he shouted, and Icienne nearly jumped from her skin. "The Warrior!"

Ichlaz dashed the water from the cup on the floor, which immediately steamed to life, forming a foggy representation of one Lord Commandant Arkhann Rieksguard. Icienne studied every facet of detail, right down to the buckle on his belt. After several minutes, the apparition faded, and was gone.

"The only way to complete the Test I have set for you is to find this man. Explain only that you seek the Stone of Ice, and that you are in need of assistance. The rest will fall into place. He is the Chosen One."


Icienne looked up at Arkhann as he trotted up to her side. The rain was drenching them both; locks of her raven hair stuck to the side of her face as she regarded the Lord Commandant. Her robes were sagging on her frame, sopping wet. Tiny rivulets of water ran down her face, snaking out in random paths much like the lightning that snaked across the sky above them.

A deafening crack of thunder accompanied by a simultaneous bolt of lightning reminded them of the fury brewing overhead. Icienne's icy blue eyes blazed to life in the light of the electricity for a split second, making her dangerously beautiful. The wind continued to roar, picking up her soaked hair, fanning it out behind her sporadically.

"You live by the Code of Chivalry, Lord Commandant..." She did not raise her voice, yet it could be oddly heard over the din of the storm. Despite the relentless downpour pummeling her face, Icienne did not blink as she caught and held Arkhann's gaze. "Although you are right in assuming I can take care of myself." Without taking her eyes from his, she slipped her small hand into his strong, gauntleted one. "A swift ride back to the tavern is preferred over walking in this horrendous weather, I must say." A slight grin tugged at her lips as she was hoisted onto the back of the horse with his help, and her thin arms slipped around his waist, holding onto him with subtle firmness.

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He had the same nightmare again but did not wake . This time it was of the man he had secretly murdered . He didnt know why he did it . A violent rage took over him . It was something he had never felt before . He stirred in his sleep before awakening again to find it was still early . He shut his eyes and slowly drifted back off to sleep...

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He smiled at Icienne and pulled her up onto the horse. He felt her arms slip around him and he looked at her again for a moment before spurring his horse towards the tavern.

“I try to do good as much as I can. And yes I must agree the weather is terrible, the storm is here for the night at least. “

He let the horse canter through town as fat droplets began to bombard them, strangely he was not cold. He watched dimly lit buildings slip by. The town seemed deathly quiet. The raucous cacophony of sound that had been the barracks was far behind them now. He took note of Icienne clinging to him, felt her frail arms around his stomach and her small form pressed against his back. She was by far one of the most interesting women he’d ever met, that’s for sure. And to be honest, he’d met a fair few. He patted his horses neck urging it a bit faster towards the tavern. This was his finest warhorse. Daran, which meant thunder in the old tongue of the area around Valmorgen. Odd, thunder rode under lightning. He chuckled to himself at the irony.

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The wind stung Icienne's face as they swiftly rode back to the tavern. Her hair whipped behind her as they rode, waving like a dark banner. The pouches on her belt bounced wildly, but they were in no danger of being lost. More than just knots held these pouches tied to their places.

Icienne could sense the power of the warhorse galloping beneath her, bearing herself and her companion to their destination. He would be a valuable asset to her before the long journey that lay ahead of her was completed.

But then, so would the man sitting in front of her. She could feel the heat generated by Arkhann's strong frame, even through the armor he wore. It gave Icienne a strange sense of peace. Perhaps it was the knowledge that she was coming so close to achieving her goal; perhaps it was something more she could not explain. Either way, she gripped him tighter, looking over his shoulder at the tavern up ahead, the lights glowing in the common room still, as if it were waiting for them.

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As they neared the tavern Arkhann pulled on the horses reigns to slow him down. He felt Icienne’s grip tighten around him but didn’t say anything. His face kept the same searching and alert look it had since he had left the tavern. The horse trotted then slowed to a stop perfectly at the tie-post. Arkhann hopped off and landed nimbly, tied up Daran, then helped Icienne off the horse. She weight virtually nothing and felt almost like a doll in his hands.

He walked under the Ramada the front of the tavern created and turned to watch the downpour. It was calming, peaceful to him. He watched the brilliant light show as dazzling jolts of lightning streaked across the black, hazy sky. Their patterns were always random, erratic, yes beautiful. Like all of nature. He thought of the trees and the flowers and the grass. He thought of the rivers, the streams and the lakes. Then he thought of the Orc hordes, the pillaging, looting, raping and burning. The trees, flowers and grass turned to a choking ash that darkened the sky and burned the throat. The rivers and streams dried up and the lakes became festering feeding grounds for ravenous Orc raiding parties. His fists balled up and the anger started to rise. He let out a breath and let his hands ease open. He turned to face Icienne.

“I hope the trip back to the tavern was not too harsh? I rode as fast as possible whilst tryign not to unseat you.”

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Icienne dismounted with the help of Arkhann, slipping from the back of the warhorse with liquid ease and grace. She took note of the warrior's hands, his firm, yet gentle grip as he aided her. A thought took her then, the likes of which she had never had before. Icienne found her mind wandering for the briefest of moments to a time when Arkhann was holding her not for support, but for longing. Shaking this thought immediately, leaving no traces of it upon her visage, Icienne simply joined Arkhann under the Ramada to watch the storm in all its furious glory.

She tucked her hands into the sleeves of her robes once more, standing by Arkhann's side and taking in the wrath of nature. Occasionally, wind would pelt rain drops upon her face, but it felt refreshing, despite the fact she was already soaking wet. Her hair dripped and clung to her back in wet tendrils, and her robes sagged on her frame from the weight of the water.

Icienne glanced at Arkhann then, seeing the bliss in his eyes, watching as it was replaced with anger. She observed his fists clenching and unclenching again as he fought the swell of fury away. She averted her eyes from him then, returning her attention to the storm, watching the lightning streak over the night, with its unpredictable random paths chosen in the blink of an eye. Unpredictable, dangerous... much like the mage herself.

Arkhann spoke to Icienne then, inquiring about the ride back to the tavern. She turned her face toward him, that small smirk returning to tug at the corners of her lips. "Harsh? No, on the contrary, I found it quite... enjoyable." Lightning flashed in her eyes.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Wed Apr 25, 2007 2:42 am

Halfway to dawn Barin heard some ruckus which sounded like unintelligible banter between orcs and ogres. He got up and looked out a small window and saw a small fire which illuminated an Ogre and 3 orcs. The Ogre stood a good 10 feet high and the orcs were dressed in battlegear. They were carrying sacks which made a shingling noise such as coins. The Ogre seemed to speak common tounge and mentioned something like a raid going well on a small village. What the idiotic ogre had said confirmed that they were carrying coins. Barin turned from the window and put on his battlegear. He took up a sword and opened the door. Once he was a goot 2 feet out of the house he shut the door behind him and looked over at the small group. He slowly followed them, making no attempt to hide. After a while they finally saw him, he was however a good several miles from his home now. One of the orcs stopped and turned to him as it shouted something. Closely resembling “Attack!”. He readied the small dagger he had and then threw it at the charging orc. The hilt one in the armor but the orc didn’t even stop to see if it did anything. It continued to charge and Barin started casting a spell. A dark cloud blotted out the moon satching over head and engulfed the area in darkness.

“Mrinlash Djortin!”
Was shouted from the shadows as a bolt of lightning shot down from the cloud and hit the charging orcs. It did however jump to Barin since the orcs had gotten closer to him. It shot off of his armor and back into the heavens, dispersing the clouds. The Orcs lay there on the ground, stunned but not killed and the Ogre too up a bag. Out of the bag it pulled an Iron Club with spikes and small chains connected between the spikes. They made more shingling sounds. The Ogre charged him with the club in the air, ready to strike down Barin. Barin dodged the club but the ogre slung it’s fist around and bashed Barin in the stomach, sending him about 10 feet.. He coughed up blood as he wearily stood up. Behind him was a tall cactus standing about as tall as he was. The Ogre charged him again and he took up a stone. As the Ogre got close he launched the rock at the calves of the Ogre, tripping it into the cactus. He rolled out of the way of the ogre at the last moment. He coughed up more blood as the ogre screamed in pain as it clenched its face. Needled had implanted themselves into its face. The eyes were bleeding as it stumbled around. Barin made his way to the other sack which lie on the ground, clenching his stomach from the blow. He dragged the bag of coins back to his home and then back to the inn as morning broke over the ground. The Innkeeper was out at that time and did not bother saying anything to Barin because of the knowledge that he would say nothing back.

“Hi.”
Barin said as he struck astonishment into the Innkeeper. Usually he had just entered, had a drink and then left without saying a word.

“h-hi.”
The Innkeeper said in astonishment. Barin handed him the bag with the coins and said.
“This should pay for drinks in the future. And can I get some help with this wound?”
He coughed up some more blood in his hand as the innkeeper took the bag.
“Sure.” The innkeeper said as he sat the bag down. “I have medical supplies.”
Barin sat down in a nearby chair as the Innkeeper brought a box of medical supplies.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Selik on Wed Apr 25, 2007 9:49 am

He awoke the next morning with vey little sleep at all . But as soon as he washed his face with water his mind readied again .
He smiled to himelf . "Dead orc time " he laughed . He Gathered his weapons and armour and walked slowlydown stairs and sat down waiting for arkhann and icienne to return from their rooms .
He sat there , spinning his dagger on the wood of the table and tried to remember the night before...

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He smiled at her response and stretched a little. It was almost dawn but it was hard to see that through the dark cloud cover given off by the storm. He glanced at Icienne and noticed how her robes seemed to cling to her form, over her flat stomach and… he quickly switched his thoughts to the coming journey. It was a single nights ride back to Valmorgen however there were rumors of an Orc raiding party camping along that rod and he was debating whether to engage it or not.

“It is close to departure time, perhaps two more hours. One of my men will be arriving shortly. Do you wish to rest?”

He let his eyes search the departing darkness around the tavern and he picked out the vague shapes of further off buildings. The forest literally surrounded the town and he felt more than saw animals wandering through them. Even the animal life had taken flight when the Orcs had invaded. Yes they were a plague upon his home and he would see them cured. Perhaps he would engage that raiding party along the way

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