(( I apologies for the wall 'o' text, but trying to set up the character when most of you had already started was rather difficult. For those of you who aren't at all interested in what happened to Raelnor before it starts to effect other characters, skip to part 5. ))
The sun beat down from the clear skies above and the wind blew gently across the road as Raelnor sat atop his armored war-horse Victory. They had been riding for a good portion of the day and now the small town of Lothering was in sight. He glanced over to his companion, an older Templar named AndrĂ©, who was, for all intents and purposes, his superior. Raelnor didnât particularly care for the man, as he seemed to lax and loose with the Chantryâs teachings and his duties as a Templar.
âWeâre nearing our destination.â
AndrĂ©, who had removed his helmet of which Raelnor didnât approve, ran gloved fingers through his graying hair and nodded. He took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled bright.
âDo try to sound a bit more excited about it, Brother!â
Raelnor grunted. They were here to perform the duty they had been assigned not enjoy the sights. The sooner they could retrieve the suspected mage-child, the better. André laughed and shook his head. Raelnor was starting to dislike this man.
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As the two Templarâs rode close to the town a guard came forth with a wave of greeting. The man appeared to be in his mid-thirties or so, and had a well trimmed beard hanging just below his Adamâs apple. The man stepped forth and addressed AndrĂ© directly.
âGreetings Ser Templar!â
André smiled back and nodded.
âGood day to you, fine Ser! This is the town of Lothering is it not?â
âAye, âtis. What brings you to our humble town?â
Raelnor cut in abruptly with a stern tone.
âChantry business.â
André sighed and looked at his helmeted companion with disapproval. He turn back to the guard and in a polite tone continued,
âWe are here to investigate rumors of a gifted child living in the town. Do you know of such a youth?â
Raelnor tightened his jaw as AndrĂ© conversed with the Guard. Their business was private, and was supposed to remain so. AndrĂ©âs constant lack for procedure was beyond imagining. He seemed to deliberately disobey Templar regulations at every turn! Raelnor was amazed he hadnât been executed or at the very least disbarred from the Templar order.
âNo, donât believe I âave, Ser Templar. Might want to check in with the Chantry though, itâs just over the bridge through the center of town.â
The guard pointed to a stone bridge. André nodded his thanks and urged his steed forwards.
âYouâll get a lot farther in life if youâd be a little more⊠sociable, Raelnor.â
Raelnor snorted from behind his helmet.
âI do my duty, as it is requested of me, as should you.â
André looked back at the younger Templar.
âSometimes doing our duty means going outside of certain rules. Youâll learn that with time.â
I highly doubt that. Thought Raelnor.
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The Chantry stood higher then any other building in Lothering, except for maybe the tavern. AndrĂ©s had made a joke about that, one that Raelnor had found very distasteful. The two Templar dismounted in front of the Chanterâs Bored and tied their. Raelnor gave Victory, his horse, a firm pat on the haunch to which the steed responded by shaking itâs head from side-to-side.
âI know itâs hot. Iâll get you some water after we talk to the Revered Mother.â
A Templar stood by the door and nodded greetings at the two as they entered the Chantry. Both were immediately greeted by the sound of preaching and the faithful. A man was knelt at an alter immediately to their right and Raelnor couldnât help but overhear his call for help to the Maker. Raelnor scoffed. Everyone knows the Maker has abounded us, to pray for his intervention⊠A waste. The man would be better served doing the Makerâs will, not asking him for help.
It wasnât long before the two men found the Revered Mother in her private quarters. She was sat in a chair next to an alter and when she saw the two knights proply rose in greeting.
âGreetings Holy servants of the Maker. I take it you are here for the child?â
André nodded.
âYes, Revered Mother.â
âGood. This is a quiet town, and the last thing it needs is a mage. The child is named Elise Roth. She is the youngest daughter of Arthur Roth, a farmer who lives in town and owns the field just outside of town. You probably saw it as you rode in. More to the point, however, strange events started to occur about a week ago, things like frozen glasses of water and wagons suddenly catching on fireâŠâ
âRevered Mother, we will judge the child to be a mage by ourselves, please instruct us on where to locate the girl.â
Andrés glared at Raelnor.
âI apologies for my companion. He takes his duties very seriously and isnât one for social graces⊠Please continue.â
The Revered Mother, who had looked confused and a little offended by Raelnorâs interjection, continued.
âWell, anyway, strange things, yes. Then, two days ago, when Elise was playing with some of the other children, she fell down sprung her ankle. A few of the townsfolk went to help her, only to find all the ground around her scorched as though it had been caught ablaze. Thatâs when we contacted the Circle and requested Templar come acquisition the child.â
âLocationâŠâ
Raelnor muttered.
âOh yes! Right! She lives in the small house across the bridge and directly to the left.â
âThen our duty is clear. Thank you, Revered Mother.â
With that Raelnor turned on his heels and headed towards the exit, saying a prayer to the Maker as he left. AndrĂ© stayed a few moments longer, presumably to apologies further for Raelnorâs actions. Fool.
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Inside the house both men now stood in the kitchen, looking at Elise Roth, while her father sat at the table along with her mother who they had learned was named Martha and who was also busy drying her eyes with a handkerchief. AndrĂ© leaned was on his knees at eye-height with the child and had been speaking to her for the past hour. Raelnor had stood in the doorway, unmoving and blatantly refusing AndrĂ©âs request to remove his helmet.
âWhat kind of strange things?â
The child looked down at her feet in what Raelnor thought was shame.
âWell⊠sometimes, I catch things on fire when I donât have any fire on me. And sometimes I can make water turn hard and cold really fast.â
Well thatâs a definitive answer. Thought Raelnor. Thankfully AndrĂ© appeared to agree with that and pushed himself up off his knees and looked back at Raelnor, giving a nod. Finally. AndrĂ© looked back at the little girl.
âYour going to come with us, Elise. Weâre going to go visit a great big tower so you can get help with these strange things.â
Martha, Eliseâs mother, could not contain herself any longer and burst into tears, quickly excusing herself from the room. Eliseâs father simply sat, covering his face with the palms of his hands.
âSay goodbye to you mother and father, little girl. You wonât see them again for a long time.â
A long time? More like never. Another hour past as AndrĂ© discussed things with both parents and convinced them to let their daughter go. Not that they had much choice, since if they didnât agree both Templar would simply take the child anyway. Elise was distraught but after being comforted by her mother and father, agreed to leave with the two men.
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They had spent a long time indoors and now the sky had darkened and rain came forth in torrents. The men had only just got onto the highway after leaving town when it started and André pulled back on the reins of his horse.
âWhy are we stopping?â
Raelnor asked impatiently.
âWhat? Itâs raining, or canât you see that from inside your helmet?â
He glared from in-between the dark slits of that very same helmet.
âI can see it. But itâs just rain!â
âElise might catch a cold!â
Raelnor was stunned and thoroughly irritated.
âWhat do I care if the mage catches ill!? Let her use a spell to keep warm!â
âYou know it doesnât work like that, Raelnor!â
âBAH! You're sypathies for this pathetical excuse for life is beyond me! It's a mage, AndrĂ©, a mage!â
Elise was riding on AndrĂ©âs horse and sat in front of him, bundled up in a heavy cloak and held securely by the elder Templar. Both the men were so busy arguing with each other that neither of them noticed the bandits approaching from behind until it was too late. Raelnor caught the sight of them just as one drew back on a longbow aimed for AndrĂ©.
âAndrĂ©, move!â
He cried in warning, reaching for his sword while trying to trun his steed around for a charge, but it was too late. AndrĂ© only had time to turn his head before the bandit released the arrow, which impacted in the Templar, punching through the thinner armor of his lower back. AndrĂ©âs didnât scream, but simply toppled from his horse like a rag doll, bringing Elise down with him.
Raelnor was about to roar in defiance when one of the bandits jumped up and yanked him off Victory before he could draw his sword. He hit the stone ground with a crunch and felt the wind pushed out of his lungs with the impact. The bandit wasted no time and jumped onto of the fallen knight, jabbing at him with a dagger, trying to find exposed flesh. Raelnor didnât have time to recover from the fall and thrashed out with fists. He caught the manâs hand, the one with the dagger, and pulled it aside, smashing his other first into the banditâs jaw. He felt it snap under the impact and the man flopped off of him, dropping his dagger and rolling on the ground in pain. Raelnor rolled over onto his stomach and started to crawled away, trying to catch his breath so that he could enter the fight in earnest.
Another of the bandits, presumably the leader, shouted over the storm.
âLeave him! Weâve got the girl! Lets get out of here!â
With that the bandits dashed off, Elise under the arm of the bandit leader. Raelnor pushed himself up and drew his sword, only in time to note that the group was headed into the Wilds. The man with the broken jaw still struggled on the ground, abandoned by his comrades. Raelnor walked over to the man and kicked him onto his back so that he could see the manâs face. He didnât remember seeing the man before, but he wasnât very good with faces anyway.
âP-Please! Donât kill me!â
âMaker have mercy on you.â
Raelnor sunk his Templar blade deep into the manâs throat, immediately silencing any protests or pleas for mercy as the bandit struggled to breath, coughing up blood that washed down his face with the rain. He died slowly, and in what Raelnor hoped was great pain.
AndrĂ©! He dashed over to his fallen brother and pulled the arrow out of his back before turning him over to see if the man still yet lived. Raelnor wasnât shocked to find him dead and guessed that the arrow had severed his spine, which was why he made no cry of pain when he fell from the horse. He had disliked the man passionately even in the short time they had been together, but Raelnor would never wish death on one of his Templar brothers.
But he still had a duty to perform. He had to get the child named Elise back from the bandits, and if he got lucky he could kill her captures while he did so. Raelnor pushed himself up, rain still pattering on his helmet and running down his armor, and whistled sharply for his steed, who had apparently fled after itâs rider had been dismounted.
Victory soon trotted up, the Clydesdaleâs heavy hooves clopping loudly on the wet stone. Raelnor sheathed his sword and jumped up onto the armored war steed and slammed his heels into itâs haunches.
âYAH!â
He bellowed, and Victory galloped off in pursuit of the bandits.
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A few hours had passed since then. Raelnor was no tracker and had lost the bandits trail some time ago. He doubted they would have stayed on the road, but now regretted leaving it as he rode at walking pace through the dark and eerie wilds. The rain had not let up, and he desperately needed to find shelter.
As the thought for shelter entered his mind, Raelnor spied a cave through an aggregate of trees. He quickly turned Victory in that direction and rode closer.
Soon, though, he noticed a dim flickering light emitting from somewhere inside the cave, most likely from a fire. Could it be the bandits? It must be. Thought Raelnor. He said a prayer to the Maker for his good fortunes and dismounted Victory.
He marched forwards through the trees, not noticing the man perched up in one of them covered with a heavy cloak, and drew both his sword and shield in the same smooth motion. Raelnor thought about announcing himself first, about demanding that any and all occupants of the cave come out immediately and face him, but he didnât know how many bandits there might be and was hesitant to give up the element of surprise. Surly they wouldnât be expecting a Templar to simply charge in, sword drawn? He could probably kill at least three before any of the others could get to their arms. Letting out a cry of fury, Raelnor rushed forwards into the cave, shield and sword raised at the ready! Little did he know this was not the nest of any bandits, but of something potentially far more deadly.