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The Blade of Serin: The Wild Man

The Serin Kingdom

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a part of The Blade of Serin: The Wild Man, by Firewind.

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Firewind holds sovereignty over The Serin Kingdom, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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The Serin Kingdom is a part of The Blade of Serin: The Wild Man.

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Eclipse [4] "You touch him you die"
Locien Kestal [4] "Leave...me...be."
Astrice Droto [3] "I will protect whoever needs it."
Battle [3] "I belong in battle, with my metal against your metal, for it is my nature."
Tia [3] ~The burden of the world is never too heavy~
Elindor [2] .... Darkness is never a good fashion sense is it?

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Character Portrait: Astrice Droto Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Tia Character Portrait: Eclipse
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"Okay boys we're back home!" shouted one of the Queen of Serin's soldiers. They had ridden for days to return to the castle. They managed to trap what they believed to be the Forest Dweller of Dragon Saber wood, one of their most treacherous unexplored woods yet. The excitement on the other soldiers faces were overcast with relief and tiredness from the long journey. That, and the fact their horses had to drag the wagon that bared the forest dweller inside.

It wasn't an uncomfortable cage, as it was covered in the soil of the forest he holds so dear. The Forest dweller looked out through the bars in curiosity, anger, and worry all at the same time. What will happen to his beloved home now that he's away from it? Why is he here near the places where other two legged animals like him dwell? More importantly, where is the guard that confiscated his only link to looking for his own family?

He turned to look at the large wolf that got shoved in the cage with him, as he didn't want to leave without her. "One wonders where we are Eclipse, and more importantly, what to do to get out of this or be more comfortable? What do the two legs want with us?" He asked his companion using the language of wolves. "I mean, has one given offense to the two legs? Or do the two legs want something One has?"

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Meanwhile the soldier that was bearing the forest dweller's blade to the captain of the guard. The sword was a blade that seemed to shine a silver-steel shine with it's wolf like seal at the top of the pommel side of the hilt, and with strange elvish runes in a language the soldier couldn't interpret, but he hoped his captain would... being another member of the Forest Dweller's kind.

He opened the door to the Captain's office and saluted. "Captain Droto, we have the forest dweller, but... it isn't as bestial as we thought it was. It seems to look a lot like a Dark Elf sir. He had a dark elvish sword with him... I thought that you could interpret the blade's runes and see what kind of sword it is... I mean aren't swords like this a Elvish clan sword?" The soldier asked timidly as he felt himself shaking in his boots. The captain was to him, an intimidating man.

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#, as written by Haas33
Eclipse looked over to Locien with her Crystal blue eyes. THey had come, and strangled her with rope before she could even react. They had done the same to him as she watched helplessly. Now they were shoved into some sort of cage together, and she had to say, it was awful cramped. She scratched at the bars and peeked her head out, hoping to meet eye contact with someone. No such luck. She was happy that Locien talked in the wolven tongue. She could speak what the two leg's language was, but it often times came out garbled, so she preferred the wolven speech.

Still, her vocabulary wasn't that big. "Eclipse do not know. Two legs speak of your sword. Two legs not understand runes. Eclipse no make eye contact, Eclipse hear no thoughts," she said, slowly, thinking out each word before they passed her lips. She stuck her head out again, but the man the man who was talking about the blade was no longer there. She could see the door which he had entered. She turned back to Locien. "Why us captured?" she asked.

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((Sorry if someone else tags along with Locien. Needed a way to get involved with the story.))
Three hours ago...

Battle groaned as she lifted her hand to her head. She pulled it back and blinked a couple times, having problems with the fact that it was blood. Her clothes were still intact which was good, but her sword was missing, thus causing her to panic before whispering out the name of her sword. "Luna?" It was a harmless word, yet held full of meaning to her. At once in a dark corner of the pit, a light began to glow and blink as if yelling out for help. Battle dragged herself to her sword. Lifting it carefully, she inspected it for any dents, but finding none she lifted it and held it up. The light showed her where she was, and at once dread and anger began to flow through her veins. She was in a very very deep pit.

Battle suddenly remembered where she was. She had been leading a small group of her Master's army to attack a small village. Only, it had been a decoy with real soilders inside who had twice the force they had. She didn't remember how she got into the pit, only that her men were gone, and she was the only survivor.

Battle then began to claw herself up into a standing position, holding onto the dirt walls to keep from swaying. She had a concussion, and a headache that would slow her down. "Got to get back." Just as she spoke the words to herself, she heard people coming her way. Anger was all she felt when they came to look down upon her with their weapons and lamps. It didn't take long, but it seemed the soilders were specially trained in this. One of them held a pipe to their mouth, and small whoosing sound echoed through the pit before a dart hit Battle in the shoulder. She instantly saw red, but it became a simmer as she drifted into sleep.

Present time...

Battle blinked open her eyes. Blurred images came into her head, but it wasn't enough. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand before blinking them open and seeing... A massive wolf. Her hands imediately sought out Luna, but then... Her hands were tied behind her, and she was... Sitting on a horse? She hadn't realized that she was moving until after seeing the massive wolf. She looked around herself. There were soilders, and... There! Her sword was on the back of a pack mule a few yards away. It's glowing light was gone, weakened from being away from it's owner.

Battle rolled her shoulders slowly, closing her eyes and slumping her form when a soilder noticed movement in the corners of his eyes. Then acting as if was sick and hurt she flipped herself off the horse. The breath whooshed out for her, and she saw stars for a moment, but she was rolling and on her feet in seconds. She gasped as her head began to ring and boom. The soilder came forward and tried to grab her. She growled, seeing red. She pulled her knee up high when the soilder got closed, right into his chin. Using her head, she head butted him and kicked him away. Her nose began to bleed. She was running for her sword, when they tackled her from behind. Too many for her to focus and really fight. They tied her up again, and made her walk behind the horse this time. A rag was in her mouth, and her arms were tied a little tigher. Her hair covered her face as she let herself be half-dragged, and willingly half-walk after the soilder's horse.

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Character Portrait: Astrice Droto Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Tia
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#, as written by ceh12
Astrice watched from the window as the 'beast' was brought in along with it's pet.He appeared to be a dark elf just alot older even though to humans they looked the same age and bigger probably around his mid forties in elvish. He didn't age like ordinary elves on account of him being raised by humans and getting different substances than a baby elf which left him to appear the same age as he was instead of being older than appearance. It was slightly agitating that the beast was infact one of his own and the pet was just a large wolf. He scowled thinking they thought of dark elves as an evil race. It was one of the few things that angered him.

He heard the door swing open and a soldier stepped in holing a sword. "Captain Droto, we have the forest dweller, but... it isn't as bestial as we thought it was. It seems to look a lot like a Dark Elf sir. He had a dark elvish sword with him... I thought that you could interpret the blade's runes and see what kind of sword it is... I mean aren't swords like this a Elvish clan sword?" Astrice took the sword and looked it over. It was definitely elvish in nature but the runes were past his usual enchantments. "Hm the runes dictate ancient enchantments, older than what I have studied I will have to talk to the beast to see what they mean." he said going past the soldier. "I am going to find Lady Tia and see if I can talk to him alone." he said strongly and the soldier simply nodded.

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Elindor sat down at a table with a chess set on it sitting across from him was a stranger who was old and fragile. "The board is set the pieces are in place the winner is unknown but one thing is for sure, this is going to get a lot worse than it has been. Old friend what do you have to say about this war?" Elindor moved a pawn and looked at the old man.
"I think that you have gotten yourself a very nice place here, but the war isn't necessary you have such a nice home now better than somethings that have happened in your life" The old man moved a pawn looking at the board "Besides both sides of the board have their tricks the Kingdom of Serin have their new weapon to help them you have your army the question is what is more powerful? Your army of this weapon of theirs?"
Elindor stood up and smiled "I believe that this is one adventure that will not be forgotten anytime soon and I believe if they do forget something will remind them about it. Even if they win this war by the end of it I should have my real goal done" he smirked and left the room
"General prepare a small group of your best to attack one of the smaller cities closest to our borders but don't attack for a week or so also do not go yourself" The general bowed and left the room "The board is set the pieces are in place it is time for this game to begin"

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Tia looked outside her bedroom, situated on the highest tower in the castle which made it her haven and her prison. From up top she had seen her men return from what had seen like a hopeless quest but their prize was everything she hoped for. The "beast" was an dark elf yet not one, as it radiate an aura that Tia never sensed on her Guard, Captain Droto.
She knew it just a matter of time before one her maids came up to her tower to report the return of these heroes, who perhaps really saved the Kingdom of Serin.
Tia sigh as she thought about the current war, it seen so surreal as one moment she was with her parents and before she knew it, it was her coronation followed by the dark start of war.
Tia knew this fabled Forest Dweller was the only weapon she had against the demons from the enemy's side and had done extensive research on him, all of it turning out negative results. But here he was with a majestic wolf by his side.......
Knock Knock
"Who is it?" Tia asked as she looked up from her previous view of the city
"Your Majesty, Captain Droto has come to report some news" came a reply from the other side of the door.
Tia was perplexed by the Captain sudden visit for it most mean they found something else allow with the Dweller, something ancient.
"Come In"

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Locien sniffed the castle air through the bars and coughed visibly in thought. "When the Spirit of the Forest found One, he told One that one day, the two legs would find me for my help. He said One's real family was hunters of darkness and good people. Father fouled up something and mother ran before the time of her whelping with me." Locien tried to explain to Eclipse in the language of wolves, which the guards assumed was all just the Dark elf speaking in barks and intense expressions. "I remember before mother died... She sang a song... it sounded like a hopeful song. Hope is the two legs common language for... my clan name which is written on my blade."

Locien sighed as he looked out again as his mind slowly went back to that time, the only real memory of his true clan, his Mother's final lullaby. He slowly opened his mouth and tried to sing it in the common language. "W-we, are free, like water flow. We are o-one, as we feel.. love?" he tried to sing out in near common tongue of all mortal races. But try as he might Locien couldn't figure out the rest of his mother's final lullaby and howled in frustration.

"This is ridiculous!" he exclaimed again in frustration. "Every time I try to figure that song out it fades Eclipse, fades! And whats more the two legs will think I was trying to utter some ancient forest spell upon them. Ah Fel, I've probably made the situation worse." He started to bow his head but his nose started to twitch as he then sniffed the air. "I smell something Eclipse, some kind of scent... can you make it out?"

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Battle grunted as she tripped over a dislodged stone in the path. Gritting her teeth, she was beginning to think of how her captors would treat her. Would they harm her? And try to get some answers out of her? Her fists clenched at the thought of being interrogated by these low mongrels. No matter what they do, I will no betray my King, she thought stubbornly before she tripped again. Letting a savage snarl she yanked on the strings that bound her wrists. Of course, It was useless but she was known for her loyalty and right now, the supressed panic was beginning to take over.

Adrenaline began to course through her veins, but Battle began to growl at her onlookers. Without thinking, she tried to quicken her pace to at least startle the horse into running and throwing the rider off as she mounted the beast. It probably wouldve worked ff she didn't have a concussion or wasn't seeing stars. Muttering out a curse, she tried to think of her past lessons on using magic, or was it runes? Runes and magic weren't her strongest skills, but fighting in combat and war? That was her specialty.

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Elindor sat down on his thrown, smoke surrounded him as one of his memories started to resurface for him. "Here you go Battle here is something to help you" The memory started to resurface in Battle's mind.

"Alright Battle this is to help you if you ever need magic to save you from trouble. I'm going to teach you an illusion spell something that will make others run from you or think you to be dead as long as there isn't a mage around you everyone will think you burnt yourself alive."
Elindor stood up and a fire surrounded his body he let out a scream, after a little while the fire went away and Elindor wasn't hurt "This is a cloak of fire that will not hurt you or anything else but it will help you get away from others. Be careful when you use this spell if you say it wrong then it will burn you the magic words are..."

The memory went away and Elindor smiled "Battle it is up to you to remember the words that I taught you" He stood up and walked back into the room with the chess board the Old Man gone "It would be a shame to lose you" He picked up the Queen piece "You are after all my strongest piece on the board" He set the Queen down and the General walked into the room "General I want you to send a messenger to the Kingdom of Serin make sure its a human I want him to be able to get in with no trouble. The message is this."

"Please send help our village has been threaten by demons who are camped outside of our town we don't know when they will attack but we are certain that they will destroy us. Some of our men tried to leave before and get help from other villages but they were killed when they left our village. We don't even know if this letter will make it to you. Our city is running out of food and fast, We need your help and soon"

"Yes sir it will be done right away" The General bowed and left the room the Old Man appeared and looked at Elindor
"Why would you send a group of demons to a village then send for help for that same village?"
Elindor smiled and looked at the Old Man "Lets just say this is mostly a win-win situation, if they do what I think they will if they don't then that village will be no more"
The Old Man raised an eyebrow "What do you mean if they do what you think they will?"
Elindor left the room "Exactly that"

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Battle felt a jabbing sensation enter her head, as if her head was crowded. The memory surfaced and felt a sudden anger at her master. The feeling had come unexpected which was not like her. She usually liked being praised by him, but now, it was as if she had been a wolf on a chain. Gnawing on her bottom lip, Battle pondered over the words. She could just use them and get away, but she had never been gone from her Master's side for more then three weeks. What would it be like to be gone? To just be someone else but Battle? Her curiosity got the better of her as she forced the words to the back of her head.

"Hey girl-y." The words slipped out of the soilder's teeth like honey, slow and steady. The smell of whiskey, and something close to clover entered her nostrils as the man leaned to the side of his horse. The animal was odviously used to carrying drunk men for it didn't react to the sudden tilt in cargo, and the way the rider leaned from side to side precariously. Battle glared at the man as he leaned closer to her, showing her crooked yellow teeth. Must have gotten carried away with the after-battle spirits, she thought. She looked away, trying to ignore the Soilder as he began to talk of her slimness. Disgust, and irritation was written all over her face as she tried to focus on the details of... other things but the soilder.