Carrick the Steady.

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Fri May 12, 2006 7:53 pm

A solid man stood with his palms down towards the cement side of the bridge he stood upon. He was built like a brick wall standing at 6'6" with 230lbs of muscle backing him up. His face was covered in scars from past battles, his body had more but it was concealed under a full suit of armor and a shirt of chain mail. His hard brown eyes glazed as he thought of the lake.
He used to play here as a boy. Before all the battles. Remembering his little brother Alistair he ran his left gauntlet covered hand through his shaggy black hair. I miss you brother. I hope you live well in the dark beyond... The heavy man exhaled a small bit before backing up from the railings of the small stone bridge he stood upon.
Exhaling slowly the large man bent down to pick up a rather large battle Axe that had rest across the stone guard upon the bridge. He stepped off to the South, with every step of his left leg a major limp was visible. An old war wound, from the battle long past. The large man had be cleft in the leg with a broadsword. Hadn’t phased him much at the time. The face of that giant man now haunted him in his dreams. He was the same who terminated his brother Alistair.
One day he would separate the giants head from his shoulders, but until that day he remained a loyal knight to the monarch of Ravenport. The loyal knight Carrick the Steady, for now.
He headed toward the city, hoping for a meal, maybe a woman. It had been a long day of travels. He was on a mission from Ravenport. Maybe, just maybe he could finally get home after four months of travels. He was starting to miss his colleagues.
"I just hope I don't run into any fuckin' eleves. Disgusting lil' creatures."
He said to himself as he walked with the Axe over his shoulder.

OOC :: Sorry if this isn't what you're looking for, but I figured I'd get the ball rolling. : ) -likes fantasy- Anyways if it's not PM me and I'll get rid of it. : ) or change some names.

digit_masperia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **digit_masperia** on Fri May 12, 2006 10:02 pm

Being quite a young nimble boy, he was well suited for the tasks his father provided him. Skipping around with a bag on his back, the Elvin boy seemed to be as quick as a flick of fire.

He was barely 15 in the human calendar, and was just learning to do things like a man should. Or should he say, like an elf should. He was Elvin, not exactly the brightest, but definitely speedy. He had to deliver the bag across town, to a hermit that needed supplies for god-knows-what. But, the only thing that blocked his path wasn't too bad....just a murderous giant wielding an axe, who happened to dislike elves.

"Ok Herion, this isn't that bad..."

He gulped, standing only a few yards away, dead still. Not that he hadn't seen a giant before, but the look in the man's eyes was piercing, as if he was more annoyed by having run across him than having a hatred towards him. or maybe it was the axe...either way, he wanted to think fast, but his mind was slower than his body. He mumbled incoherently a second, and looked up at the man eagerly...

OOC: Hope you know, I'm going by the Lord of the Rings-esque elves...not Santa elves, so he's quite a tall boy.

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Sat May 13, 2006 11:34 am

Carrick wandered into the town slowly. He was a little slower than he liked, but it was due to his massive Axe. It had seen many battles, taken many a lives, and if Carrick had his way it would see many more. The limp in his leg also slowed him down somewhat, though it was noticeable he had long since learned to live with it. He considered himself lucky. He left with his life, Alistair had not. He sighed as he stopped at a crossing of streets looking for some form of life to assist him in obtaining the easiest route to the castle here in Stormgail.
Ravenport was issuing a truce to end the slaughtering, both cities were evenly matched, not an inch of ground had been gained or lost in the year long war. It was time to end the suffering.
Carrick's head dropped as he once again thought of his wondrous home, but it was time to move. Time to find someone, anyone to give him directions and as he rose his head, what should he see skipping down the path, but an elf.
Carrick's teeth began to grind against each other before the elf stopped short of him. If he couldn't sense Carrick's despise, there was something wrong in the head of that elf. The only thing he had seen since he arrived.
"It had to be an elf.."
The monstrous man mumbled to himself before turning away from the elf in disgust. He started down the path he was on, hoping it would lead him to the massive castle. It wasn't like it was hard to spot.

digit_masperia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **digit_masperia** on Sun May 14, 2006 10:03 am

The elf boy stood silent for a moment before the man turned and decided to leave him be. Lucky, he considered himself. Unfortunately, his father sent him on to the castle, and for a good reason. His father was the only producer of the "Flame Powder" in Stormgail, and he usually sent Herion to deliver the goods. What they were used for, he knew not, but he heard his father speaking with an official, and it seemed they were going to break some sort of agreement. The only other clue was that it had something to do with the fighting.

Being Naive as he was, eh never thought of it twice and always done as his father told. After the man turned away and started towards the castle, he skipped under the bridge, hopping onto rocks and then onto the other side, trying to avoid him as much as possible. He then flew on by and down the road, running quickly enough that the man could see him for only a glimpse before he was off the horizon, nearing the large castle.

Too bad no one else was on the road...strange, usually it was bustling with vendors and what-not...

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Sun May 14, 2006 10:29 am

As Carrick kept on the path he couldn't help but notice a flash as he walked. This caused him to stop and steady his Axe in both hands. He didn't trust anything in Stormgail, and the fact that he wore a Raven on the left of his breastplate, over his heart, did not improve his odds. He growled as everything seemed to settle. His eyes drew narrow as he leaned the Axe over his shoulder again. Carrick then began to continue down the path.

Eventually, after a few detours Carrick limped up to the monstrous moat of the towering castle. It was just as big as the one in Ravenport, the main difference was it's center tower, and it was made of sandstone. The one in Ravenport was constructed of limestone and had a tower on each corner of the outer wall. As Carrick's eyes drew up the castle and arrow streaked past his face.
"Identify yourself stranger! And your objective!"
The archer called down to Carrick. The large man sighed in his place. He was not a big fan of archers, cowards he thought. Though it does require some skill, cowards none the less.
"I am a messenger from Ravenport. I come bearing a message from King Atherious."
Carrick pulled the shield off of his back bearing the mark of Ravenport.
"Why would a messenger carry such a heft burden?"
The archer called back referring to the axe.
"In times of war, even the messengers are required to be warriors. But if you are frightened take a look, is it not obvious that I am alone? I plead good archer, lower the draw."
The archer pondered over it for a moment before disappearing. When he returned the bridge began to lower. When the thunderous crack echoed signaling that the bridge was set Carrick started across over top it it and into the castle.

digit_masperia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **digit_masperia** on Sun May 14, 2006 11:09 am

e must have gotten lost, because just as he reached the castle, the man was already there. He cursed himself and knew his father would scold him when he got back. The drawbridge was raised and he stepped forward, looking up at the archer. He was middle aged, with a deep loud voice, and bellowed out to the elf.

" Elf! What do you want with castle of Stormgail?"

"I-I need to deliver these goods to the..."

He tried to remember the name of the man his father spoke to.

"Count Gevon!"

Count Gevon wasn't exactly the most trustworthy in the castle, and the archer hesitated. He sighed and figured a small Elvin boy wouldn't hurt the castle, and so, he raised the drawbridge. Herion grinned and skipped through, streaming through the castle to where his father told him to go...but for some reason, he felt wrong doing this....

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Sun May 14, 2006 11:33 am

As Carrick stood there awaiting a guide to the thrown room the bridge began to lower again. He looked over his shoulder, and what should he see but the elf starting across. He dropped his head and decided to make pleasantries with it, considering it had a right to be here. One of the courts advisors... Carrick assumed, you never could tell just how old an elf was. So he turned as it crossed the bridge. A frightened look began to cross his face. Carrick sighed as the elf approached.
"Good morrow, sir Elf. I must apologize for my rudeness earlier, I was in a hurry and this journey has tired me, diminishing what was left of my friendly spirits in this time of war."
He said as friendly as he could. Might make him look better in the eyes of the king if he was friendly to all manner of creatures in his court. The elf might even put in a good word for him, if he was indeed an advisor.

digit_masperia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **digit_masperia** on Sun May 14, 2006 11:46 am

The elf let out a huge sigh of relief. He waved to the man, easily hoisting the bag up over his shoulder to steady it.

"Good morrow to you as well, sir. I apologize for my cowardice earlier as well, for you seem a strong man. I shall be on my way."

He thought a moment

"If you see Count Gevon, tell him the Flame Powder has been delivered. Good luck on your journey, whatever it may be!"

As naive as a child he smiled and tore up the tower steps. Most weren't allowed there, as a commoner would know, but he went anyways. Directly into an empty room he found himself, just below the king’s throne. He started to hum and set the bag down, writing a note saying "To Count Gevon, from Kilish, Deliverer, Herion." He then turned and walked out of the castle, passing the large man once and waving as he left.

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Sun May 14, 2006 12:18 pm

He hung his head in shame as he realized the elf was nothing but a common peddler. Carrick heaved a heavy breath as a woman in purple silk wandered up to him. She was beautiful, though the lower half of her face was hidden behind a purple scarf.
"I am lady Miranda of Stormgail."
Carrick had never seen a Stormgail woman. Her voice was almost angelic and her eyes were more beautiful than the stars themselves. He found himself almost lost to her beauty.
"I must ask you to leave your weapon here with Captain Hama."
Carrick nodded and handed the heafty Axe to the man who had stepped up beside him. He looked him over and smiled.
"I believe we have met before Captain Hama."
Hama growled as he took the Axe from Carrick and narrowed his eyes.
"We have met many times in combat good sir, and one day we shall meet in combat and only one of us shall walk away."
Carrick grinned as Miranda started off and he began off behind her.
"I egarly await that day Captain Hama."

digit_masperia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **digit_masperia** on Sun May 14, 2006 12:32 pm

Switch away form Herion, as he makes his way home....

In the shadows of the scene, Count Gevon watched the hefty man lay down his great weapon. Normally a soldier wouldn't give it up so easily. Apparently the ladies beauty had done it to him, Gevon did not know. All that mattered to him was when he could continue on with his plan.

Of course, it was clear that only he knew what it was, along with a few other propagators. The flame powder that the elf produced should have been delivered and put under the throne room, which meant just 8 feet away and 10 feet down. Directly under Carrick's feet.

It was known throughout the kingdom that it had a strange smell, and when lit with a small flame... it blew sky high. It was basically a primitive, more powerful version of the modern gunpowder. Now to hope there wasn't any snitch on his great plan.

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Sun May 14, 2006 1:34 pm

Carrick let himself be led to the throne room where the King sat. He bowed low to the King of Stormgail.
"I come bearing a message to you oh gracious lord. King Atherious of Ravenport would like to humbly extend a truce to your most worthy Kingdom"
The King of Stormgail looked at the man wearily before turning to Miranda and waving her away with the flick of his hand. She bowed before him and left the room after give Carrick one final look. Carrick watched her leave before turning back to the king.
"Tell me young Sir knight, what is your name?"

"I am Carrick the Steady, son of Galendro Captain of the guards at the Castle of Ravenport."

"Now Carrick the Steady, tell me why Stormgail should accept Ravenport's offer of a truce?"
Carrick looked up at the King who appeared to be bored before Carrick could even begin his reply, and it was very rude of him not to introduce himself, or offer food and drink to a traveling messenger.
"Well good King, it has come to the attention of King Atherious that Queen Talious from the nation to the north of both Ravenport and Stormgail has gathered a hefty army and intends to march south and conquer both nations while we fight each other."
The King sat there in silence thinking over Carrick's message. He wondered if the story was true or not.

digit_masperia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **digit_masperia** on Sun May 14, 2006 6:19 pm

Whether it be true or not, Gevon needed the truce to happen, then once broken, hell would break loose between the nations while he sits back to watch the turmoil...all to serve his "lord" as he called him.

He watched Carrick speak and sighed. When would that package be delivered? And when would he be able to set it off, and blame it on Ravenport?

He decided to show himself, and stepped forward, out of the darkness of the shadows. If anyone saw him, it would undoubtedly be the Carrick persona. He waited for him and the king to quit speaking, meanwhile giving a "I want a turn to talk" look.

Besides, it's always nice to be polite in front of the king.

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Tue May 16, 2006 1:48 am

As the King sat wondering Carrick's eyes wandered over to the man who had emerged from the shadows. He cocked his head as he gave him a look that showed he desired converstation. Carrick nodded to the man as the King began to speak.
"Carrick the Steady, son of Captain Galendro, I would like to offer you to stay in the city for a few days while I think over your offer and send my own Rangers to investigate this fear of an attack from the seemingly peaceful Queen Talious. If you do decide to stay you will be welcome to join myself and my Queen to all of our meals and shall be treated as an ambassador should."
Carrick didn't need to think about it, though he himself desired war, King Atherious did not. He would obey his King's wishes, for he was loyal to the thrown of Ravenport.
"Good King, I do accept your offer and I shall stay as long as it takes."

"Wonderful! I shall tell the chefs to prepare a meal for you, I assume after such a travel you would be starved."

"And you are correct your highness."
Carrick bowed a thank you as the King left. Soon after the mysterious figure emerged from the shadows.

digit_masperia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **digit_masperia** on Tue May 16, 2006 6:40 pm

"Ah, King Mordred, let us speak in peace..."

He took the king under his raven-like arm and walked out of the throne room. With a wide smile across his face, he warned King Mordred of how untrustworthy Ravenport has been in the past...The king nodded slowly to all of this, but he had to make the truce...Now, The Count led him down to the cellar, where "The Package" was waiting.

Herion was just about home, crossing the bridge he'd met the large man. But then, to his surprise, he heard what sounded like his fathers Fire Powder...go off in the castle. He turned quickly and saw the erupting flames shoot out of Stormgails breeches, the archer in the tower, leaping into the moat out of fear. Herion then just realized what he had done. he knew the power of the Fire powder, but figured Stormgail would use it in the war...turns out, someone used it against Stormgail.

His father...

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Thu May 18, 2006 12:30 am

When the shadowy man took the King away Carrick turned and began to follow Lady Miranda to the room where he was staying so he could strip himself of the armor he wore. As they walked he questioned her slightly.
"M'Lady, would it be appropriate for me to have my Axe back?"
Miranda stopped dead in her tracks. She spun around and looked him coldly in the eye.
"Firstly sir knight, know that I am not, nor shall I ever be the lady of a Ravenport knight. Secondly, why do you wish to have your weapon back? So you may smite Captain Hama whilst he slumbers?"
Carrick's eyes turned to shock, which quickly lead to anger.
"Lady Miranda, I would never kill a man in his sleep. I have honor to uphold, and I am here with a truce, as you have heard. Why would I disappoint my King so, by ruining it? I desire my Axe back because I know how Stormgail detests Ravenport so, I just fear for my life."
Miranda turned around and continued on there path. Quickly after she sighed.
"Then I suppose you may have your brutish weapon back. Since even I, your escort have displayed my distaste for Ravenport."
Carrick felt it was best not to reply and take it as a gift from the Gods that his request was fullfilled.
Lady Miranda lead him through a maze of hallways and doors, all of which he noted, before leading him up to a massive oak door and pulling it open to reviel a wonderously decorated room. She let him enter first before following him.
"This is your chamber for the time."
Her heavenly voice spoke as Carrick unstrapped his breast plate and laid down his shield as he looked around in awe. He had never been treated to a room this nice before in his life.
"I will have one of the guards deliver your reaper. Is it to your liking?"
"It is wonderful. And thank you Lady Miranda."
And with that she was gone. He smiled as he sat down on the bed. Though just as he did so, an Earth shaking thunder echoed throughout the castle. Carrick flew from the bedside and landed upon the floor. Immediately he brought up the shield and flew threw the door. He ran down the corridors as fast as he could on his way to where he thought the explosion came from.

digit_masperia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **digit_masperia** on Thu May 18, 2006 6:24 pm

Herion's eyes widened to the size of rubies, and he turned back and ran towards the castle. Tears streamed from his eyes....

It wasn't because of the king dead, or anyone hurt...he knew the reputation of his father was true now, and he felt guilty being part of it...he'd knew he'd get in trouble.

On the other side of the castle, The Count walked slowly, hands singed just a little from the initial blast, but he wasn't injured any. In a trance like gait he stumbled out of the back of the stone castle, heading off towards the home of his lord, ready to tell the world of the death of the king, and tell the world of how the Ravenport knight was responsible...it would make sense, considering their feuding, and of course, a Count always had the respect of the masses.

Herion, however, had just reached the castle, staring at the blaze that engulfed the area until it was stopped by the moat. The entire town had gathered there at the castle, some crying, some trying to find out what happened, and the brave saving who they could. Then, all at once, a shadow emerged from the fire, blackened but alive...on his large axe was the symbol of Ravenport.

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Fri May 19, 2006 9:42 am

As the towns folk scampered across the draw bidge Carrick found his Axe in the confusion. He also made sure that Lady Miranda got across the bridge, Captain Hama was helping her. He was an honorable man Carrick thought as he started off on his own. It appeared everyone was either out or dead because the bridge was clear by the time he started over it.
A cloud of soot streamed out of the still burning castle. It blocked his view of what was to come and to his shock as he reached the far bank there was a massive crowd of villagers and townspeople. They all started booing. Three of the guards raised their swords to Carrick as he started to hear cries from the crowd.
"Kill the Ravenport daemon!"
"Arrest that murderer!"
"Get the traitor Hama!"
And other various cries. Carrick steadied his Axe in both hands with his shield baring the Ravenport crest upon his right forarm. As one of the guards charged him. Carrick threw up the Axe and brought it down right threw the man's shield. Shock grabbed his face as Carrick lifted the monster out of the metal and dropped it on his shoulder. The guard fell screaming in pain. Carrick looked up and saw the number of guards had doubled. He narrowed his eyes. This is going to get ugly...

digit_masperia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **digit_masperia** on Fri May 19, 2006 8:46 pm

Herion ran as fast as he could, seeing the crowd growing larger, soon becoming what looked like an angry mob. The heroes of the fire had turned and yelled at an unknown persona. Herion stopped when he saw the bloodshed.

The crown enlarged, and he struggled through under someone’s arm, looking towards the fighter, who seemed to be killing off an army. slow as he was, he wasn't hard to miss. He was the man that towered over him at the bridge, and obviously, being from Ravenport, was considered the culprit.

Herion stepped up and gathered his courage, knowing a crowd this big most likely wouldn't believe a word an elf said, but he yelled anyways.

"STOP THIIIISSS!!!!! That man is not the culprit!!!!"

Unfortunately, he was right, the guards kept coming, including some loyal people of the king... He looked towards Carrick and yelled.

"Run! Get away form here, get to safety, I know your innocent!"

and with that, he too, ran off, away from the crowd.

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Sun May 21, 2006 8:09 pm

Carrick's jaw dropped as the little elf squeezed in and started to should. Why the hell was an elf helping him? He didn't stick around to wonder. Carrick turned on a dime and ran as fast as he could into the still burning castle with his shield raised to cover him from falling debris. The hulking man ran as fast as the limp would allow him.
He ran to the other side of the castle, fire erupting around him and he could see nothing but solid wall. He squinted his eyes and tossed the Axe. It left a hole in the wall as it soared to the field outside, Carrick closed his eyes and steadied his shield as he jumped as hard as he could toward the wall throwing his weight into his forearms. The wall collapsed around him as his monstrous mass pushed through.
The giant landed hard on the other side. The Earth around him caved a little as he laid there, stirring ever so slightly. He picked himself up and wandered over to where his Axe lay, bending over to pick it up Carrick fell forward and everything went black.

digit_masperia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **digit_masperia** on Mon May 22, 2006 6:16 pm

Half the crowd turned and chased after the elf, really just in the midst of the chaos, while some turned to the fire. They ran forward chasing Carrick, but ultimately, were crushed. The entire roof fell just at that moment, and every villager that had crowded there died instantly. Herion winced as he heard their cries of agony...just to save one man, he thought...why did he do it? He put others in danger for this.

Being a nimble elf he turned back into the woods, evading his eluders. They lost him quickly enough and went into the village, pillaging his home and capturing his father.

He done the smart thing to do, naturally, and went around the castle instead of the through. Sure, it was a long way around, but when he saw Carrick passed out on the other side he ran to his aid.

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