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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Fri May 26, 2006 8:46 am

Carrick's eyes were still heavily closed as the small elf began to rock him. Consciousness slowly flowed back to him as the elf asked him things like: "Are you alright?". When he opened his eyes he was still very groggy and managed to pull himself to his knees.
"Villagers, I have to get out of here...."
He spoke weakly as he was still dazed.

Carrick clenched his teeth and much to his distress, pushed himself onto his feet and stumbled over to pick up the Axe. He grunted before he waved to the other creature, that he could still not make out very well before he took off into the woods. Ducking in and out of trees, the tiny thing behind him kept up strangely well. Carrick didn't take the time to care, he needed to get away and back to Ravenport so he could tell King Atherious that he was set up by someone of Stormgail. Carrick was not pleased. His teeth clenched tightly as the continued to run, his hands tightened on the Axe.

Soon enough the light began to grow and the two stumbled into a field where Carrick halted and looked back to see that damn elf running behind him. He dropped the Axe head to the ground and leaned upon the handle as he wondered why an elf saved him. He coughed a little as the elf caught up.

"Kind elf, why did you save me like that back there?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby digit_masperia on Sun May 28, 2006 6:24 pm

Herion stopped short, dragging his feet as he crawled to a stop. Carrick was obviously out of breath, and leaned against the handle of his axe. He walked up to him, a bit cautious, but still wanting in some way to help. Carrick mumbled why he displayed his kindness and he tilted his head.

"Kindness? I juts done what any sensible person would do. Unfortunately, the people of Stormgail are a storm when reckoned with."

He sighed and walked over to a tree, leaning on it awkwardly. He thought for a moment whether he should join up with the large man or not. He was the adventurous type, and if he went back, he would be killed for being a traitor. A traitor for helping an innocent an, even if he was a brute.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Wed May 31, 2006 7:29 pm

His eyes grazed over the elf to ensure that he was serious. Carrick was positive that the young one, knew that he would be branded as a traitor. Carrick couldn't imagine that. He loved Ravenport and everything it stood for, it truly was home. He couldn't help but think that this elf didn't enjoy it too much here, but his opinion of elves was starting to grow.
"Well...then it seems that the only proper thing to do is to return to Ravenport and tell King Atherious of what has taken."
He lifted the Axe up and threw it over his shoulder before starting off in an Eastward direction. The giant trod a few paces before pausing and looking back.
"Shall you stay here traitor? Or shall you join. You gave me aid, and I am sure the company wouldn't be enjoyed."
He used the word "traitor" as an edge, not an insult to keep him from staying here, he would surely be hung.

Now if this elf was to be his companion for the journey back to Ravenport he certainly could not keep calling him elf...if only Carrick could recall his name.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby digit_masperia on Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:16 pm

Herion nodded. He knew it quite well he'd be somehow demolished if taken anywhere near Stormgail. They would of course, recognize him easily. Very few elves lived there, anyways. His father would probably not even help him. And how he thought his own father may have had any bit of a good soul in him. He sighed and trudged along. He would not be liked anywhere near the brute of a man, and certainly wouldn't be wanted. but he had nowhere to go, and so he followed easily behind his long stride. He never got to know the man personally, and maybe, just maybe, could change the mans view on him.

He smiled slightly, not completely knowing how drastically changed his life had become.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Mon Jun 05, 2006 12:39 am

As the two continued to walk he couldn't help but feel bad for the elf. He was no homeless. Carrick had no idea what that could feel like, for Ravenport had always been his home. The most lost he had ever felt is when his brother Alistar had fallen in combat. Carrick may walk with a limp now, but he avenged his brother well. A small smile found its way across his lips as he thought of the mans last cry of pain before Carrick ended his suffering with the massive Axe leaning up against his shoulder.
His mind wandered back to the blue skies and beautiful shores of Ravenport. His home, his wonderful King. Everything about it made him happy. Carrick was a true patriot. It didn't matter if Ravenport was right or wrong, it was home and you fight for your home.


Meanwhile...
Back in Ravenport King Atherious is handed a letter from a young squire. The symbol of Stormgail is present upon the flap. He couldn't help but grin as he assumed it was news of his faithful Carrick's success at a truce.
His smile turned to a grimace as he began to read.

King Atherious of Ravenport;
The truce you so humbly requested has been denied. Stormgail will continue to launch a full assault upon your meager city and eventually over run it.
Your messenger's assassination attempt has left the King broken and dead. Carrick will be hunted down and killed along with every other native of your city.

The Newly Crowned King
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Lestat` on Thu Jun 08, 2006 11:48 pm

He bent low, shrouded in the thickness of the wood. On one knee he narrows his eyes watching from atop the hill as the large monster of a man, and his small companion walk the road, his road. A very odd couple, he thought to himself as he slowly and quietly walks alongside them, still covered easily by the wood. A smile crept on his face.

"Lord Rayn, what do we do?" A deep croaking voice called from behind him in silent whispers.

The man turned to the voice,
"Signal the men across the road, we cut them off down the pass." He whispered, never taking his eyes off of the two travelers of his road.

"Right away Lord." The croaking man in the black cape replied, his hood over his eyes, the calling card of the Black Banshee's, the legendary theives.

Now Rayn was no evil man, just one who did good for his own, provided for his clan of people, robbing from those he felt deserved robbery. Standing at 6'0 even the limber, defined form of Rayn was not to be taking likely. He wore a dusted cotton rag shirt with brown leather armor over it that cut off at his shoulder, a black cape around his neck. With the agility of an elf, and the stinging force of an Orc, he made his robberies quick, and simple. Yet as he watched the two walk, he felt nothing but sympathy for their flight.


"It is time Lord Rayn" The same croaking voice stated.

Rayn nodded,
"On my signal," and with that said he raised his right hand and quickly lowered it. He watched as five men jumped over his form, flipping down to the surface in front of the two unexpecting warriors. He then observed across the way, as five other men in black capes jumped behind them, trapping them in the middle.

Smirking lightly, Rayn stands from his crouching position and slowly walks down to the road. As sly as a fox, Rayn walks in front of the Elf and Giant moving as if he swayed, an instict after many years of theivery.


"Is there a reason the two of you happen to be passing by my road all by your lonesomes?" His men laughed behind him. Of course he was slightly intimidated by the sheer size of the giant, but he kept a cool face and awaited a reply from either one of them.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Fri Jun 09, 2006 3:45 pm

Carrick dropped the Axe from his shoulder into both of his hands and narrowed his eyes as he found the man in the lead. Carrick's teeth clenched as he said it was his road. He was not too familiar with the area and had absolutely no idea who the cock son of a bitch was. He could be one of the most powerful people in the area. Carrick was a little worried about there sheer numbers and by the size of the man in front of him. Though he was significantly smaller than Carrick he was still a force to be reckoned with. He gave off that vibe.
"We are walking on your road because it is in the direction that we need to go. Is that not an obvious fact? Or is your brain not proportional to the rest of your measly body?"
Carrick decided that it was a good idea to aggravate this man. He knew as an accomplished fighter that anger was a weakness. It was better to feel nothing. His numbers looked a little more agitated than he, but he was not worried about ten men. It was fighting off ten men, an experienced combatant and protecting the elf. He owed him his life.

Carrick exhaled deeply from his nose before looking to all of them in turn awaiting the leaders reaction with his shield steady on his left arm and both hands on the handle of the massive war Axe. He dug his heels in shoulder length apart, it was time to show them why he was called Carrick the Steady.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dark_Descendant on Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:37 am

Dark Descendant allowed her gaze to shift onwards, Pale blue orbs seeming to gleam as they averted around in their sockets. Her lips seeming to curl into a gentle smirk.

Her frame remained crouched down, In a certain perched position upon a large, highly suspended branch, Far in the camoflauge of the woods. Her form remaining upon this large, thick branch.

The sunlight seemed to seep through the leaves above her, Gleaming through them slightly, more and more as the suns' rays seemed to crawl across the growth of the forrestry like vines of light.

Her own form seemed to glow that of a mixture of golden colours as the sun continued to sine upon her form. Her gaze darted above her for a few moments, Locking upon the rays of light. Almost grimacing at the heat that was seeping through the leaves.

She allowed her gaze to shift to the many men seeming to be taking the dusty path through the woods. Her orbs seeming to narrow upon their forms for a moment, Hand coming swiftly to the tsuka of her Daito which remained suspended from her waist, a tight rope around the scabbards.

Her gaze remained narrowed for a moment, Eyes remining upon the forms of the men, Shifting to each occupant. Maybe they were a pact? Or some sort of clan. Maybe, Maybe not.

She moved her form upwards slightly as if ready to pounce down upon their forms, Descending into an attack. But for now she seemed to wait, as if observing what would happen next with the men, Then she would decide if to attack or not.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby miyumi on Wed Jun 14, 2006 11:28 am

Lacuna was riding Yanishu through the woods when her elven ears caught something that sounded like a castle falling in the distance. Scanning the sky, west and a little south was a smudge that was definitely smoke. A castle burning? Probably a human war. I shouldn't get involved... And then it came. The unmistakeable tug of souls in trouble. Cursing herself for being a healer, she signaled Yani. Both of them turned invisible before heading toward the smoke, and Lacuna switched from holding her staff to having her katana at ready. Neither of them knew about the battle about to happen on the path that she was paralleling.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Thu Jun 15, 2006 2:19 pm

OOC :: I just wanted to thank you both for joining in :) This is what I've been waiting for, for this to expand : D.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby digit_masperia on Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:08 pm

OOC: Oh man, it's been awhile. Sorry Carrick, for not being here when I should have. Glad this is blossoming.

Herion gasped as Carrick dashed in front of him. in short, he was being protected by the large man, for no apparent reason. Maybe the man owed him something, for he did in fact save him in a way. But the past didn't matter.

Men by the tenfold gathered around the, maybe troops of Stormgail or someone else. The crest wasn't able to be viewed by the Elvin boy.

Carrick The Steady dished out a slew of insults, angering the men and moving fast for his immense size. Herion ran to the back, only to be cut-off by two men on horseback.


"Halt Elf!"

Herion jumped back a step, and in a miraculous display of yet more speed, jumped high in the air, half spin kicking, half crescent blowing one of the men off their horse. he grinned widely and ran past, barely missing a lance edge. He soon was running up a hill, and came face to face...with someone new...

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby miyumi on Sat Jun 17, 2006 11:30 am

Half Elf!

Lacuna started at the cry up ahead, and turned visible just as a figure came over the top of the hill. Reigning in Yanishu, she saw what had to be the son of Kilish, running madly in the opposite direction from where he had come from. Not being a very big fan of Kilish, she whispered "stay Yani, let's see what's going on here." Then she focused her gaze on the elven boy.

Why are you running? Where is your father? Are you running from him?

She looked into his eyes, and saw that he wasn't the brightest. Slightly disappointed, she waited a minute for him to answer, then said Well? What is going on here?

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby digit_masperia on Thu Jun 22, 2006 9:52 pm

He stopped. Maybe this woman figure could help him...but what did she know of his father? He raised an eyebrow, hesitant to say, but Carrick needed help.

"There's a man down there, he needs help, now!"

He turned around again, looking at Carrick holding off the guards, for him. If only he had a bow...it was all he was good with. Close combat was never really his thing to begin with, and that's all his father would teach him....if only he knew his father was as evil as he was before the destruction of Stormgail. None of this would have happened....for a moment, he felt pity upon himself, but quickly regained his posture as he looked back up at the woman. She was elvin as well, and could indefineatly be of some help.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dark_Descendant on Fri Jun 23, 2006 10:32 am

Dark Descendant allowed her pale blue orbs to transfix upon a elven woman as her structure came into sight. She arched a brow slightly, Gaze travelling off her form onto the rushign elven male.

She watched for a moment as the male seemed slightly hesitant. The female questioning him as one would. They began to converse, nothing actually catching the attention of Dark Descendant until the elven boy seemed to exclaim that someone needed help.

Thinking for a further few moments as if hesitating, she then shakes her head slightly, now making her decision she leaps from the branch she had indeed been hidden well upon.

Her form descendants as she leaps from the structure of the branch, Hands at her side as her form flows through the air, a slight swishing sound coming from her tattered and torn dusty cloak. It billowing out flunetly behind her form as she performs this leap.

Her form indeed lands, a loud thud echoing outwards as her frame lands in a crouched position upon one knee, sending nesting leaves outwards in a spiralling motion as she disturbs the peace of the forrestry floor.

She stands slowly. Hand coming to the tsuka of her trusty Daito. It swaying to and fro at her left side, suspended from her waist by two gleaming scabbards, a rope tied tightly around these scabbards.

She moves forwards towards the two elven folk. A gleam seen in her eyes as her form moves towards them. Her structure gleaming a brighter golden colour as the rays of sunlight shine upon her form once more. It's light continuing to creep up the hillsides.

Her footsteps seem to echo slightly outwards as she moves forwards several twigs breaking under her stride, small snapping noises emmitting from under her feet as she continues to move towards the elven folk.

She grins slightly towards them, her frame coming to a complete hault as she stops in her tracks, allowing the grin to spread across her lips a hand coming up to rub the side of her cranium as if thinking.

' Howdy, Seems you are in a slight predicament, That it does. May I be of any assistance? ' She says, Allowing the grin to remain upon her face as the words flow from her mouth. Her daito swaying to and fro at her side.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby miyumi on Fri Jun 23, 2006 11:07 pm

There's a man down there, he needs help, now!

Lacuna jumped to the top of the hill and saw the man fighting Then she whirled as she heard twigs snap fairly close. The person coming towards them was unlike anything Lacuna had met with yet, but appeared friendly. Something about the person set Lacuna on edge. She was wary, but it looked like they could use all the help they could get.

Anything you could do would be appreciated. Yani [b]She gestures to the white tiger who turned visible for the benefit of the new allies and I are best at close range.

[b]She looks at the young elf.
Can you fight? If so, what are you best with?

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Sat Jun 24, 2006 12:42 pm

This appeared to anger their leader as men started jumping towards him. Two of the ten first. Carrick stepped forward and dug his heels in as he swung the massive Axe toward the chest cavity of the first.

Blood exploded upon contact. The sound of ribs cracking echoed through the forest as the blade of the Axe caused him to launch backwards. Carrick smiled as blood scattered across his scared face.

The second one came at him front on with a knife raised. Carrick brought up the Axe in a circular swing and dropped the blade hard. It cleft his head down to the neck.

His eyes went cold as the fight began. As he ripped the Axe out of the head of the second one he looked around for the elf. Seems he has taken leave. Better for, he would just endanger himself and me.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby cardenden_dabbler on Sat Jun 24, 2006 5:40 pm

he came out the bushes and he had a gun

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Steve Wallis on Sat Jun 24, 2006 5:41 pm

A small dog ran out and bit him friskily on the anus.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby cardenden_dabbler on Sat Jun 24, 2006 5:43 pm

you cant do that

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Steve Wallis on Sat Jun 24, 2006 5:45 pm

ill do what I want n00b!

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