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Saria Stoneblade

The Valkyrie

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a character in “To Steal a Heart”, as played by blackrider

Description

Name: Saria Stoneblade
Title: Princess
Age: 20

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Personality: Saria is extremely serious and short tempered. She is the type of person where respect is earned, not given-and the best way to earn her respect is through combat. Extremely fond of the outdoors Saria would much rather be hunting a deer in the wilderness or surveying a potential battle field then be stuck inside in some stuffy palace.

Bio: Daughter to the Warchief of Vall all forms of combat and strategy were engrained in her from the time she could hold a blade. Her willingness and determination to fight on the frontlines with her people quickly earned her the nickname “The Valkyrie”, a title given to her by fellow soldiers because of her apparently “stunning pressence” on the battlefield as one soldier put it.

(The rest will come out as we rp)

So begins...

Saria Stoneblade's Story

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King Oren sat upon his splendid golden throne, a vast banquet of some of the most desirable looking foods stretched out before him. The gigantic oak table that sat almost the entire length of his throne room was packed shoulder to shoulder with his most trusted guards and fellow noblemen, all of whom were doing their best to put on a show of merriment and distraction.

King Oren was a rather old man, he was the type of person however who even in his old age was a slightly intimidating figure. His once huge solid frame had slightly shrunken due to the passage of time, and his long ago fair handsome face had begun to whither. A large bejeweled crown sat upon his well kept wispy white hair and his robes were a deep rich black with golden trimming-he was the definition of royalty.

And yet here he sat among such opulence and grandeur as the single most powerful man in the kingdom and yet all he felt was a cold overwhelming emptiness. In his old hands sat the crown of the prince, his son, who had been stolen from him not more then a few hours ago. His wife and Queen had been to distraught over the loss to attend a public banquet and in all honesty so had King Oren, but long ago the wise king had learned that putting on a fake smile and going about ones business even in the darkest of times was often the best course of action-especially when all the eyes of rivaling kingdoms were constantly fixated upon his crown-always looking for a sign of weakness.

As King Oren sat there doing his best to ignore the cheery band of minstrels to his right the two large wooden banquet doors practically exploded open, at least that’s what it sounded like as both large sturdy doors were thrust open from the outside and violently collided with the stone walls of the banquet hall. Immediately King Orens gaze snapped to the now opens doors-he honestly expected a group of attackers or angry peasants-the thought of harpies even crossed his mind. But what stood there was far more terrifying then all of the above.

It was a lone woman.

The large and noisy hall immediately went silent, the annoying minstrels next to the king even stopped mid strum-making a rather annoying twanging sound that filled the hall. The woman that stood boldy before the huge group of men would have been described as beautiful except for the fact the almost her entire body was covered in what appeared to be extremely well taken care of plate mail armor-the only skin exposed was a few small segments of her rather muscular but slim arms. She wore more weapons then any man in the room: a ridiculously large iron ax and two handed blade both rested against her back and a smaller sword was clasped at the rather fine looking leather belt around her waist-it even looked like her armor had a built in shield type device on her left armored glove. The very distinguishable hawk face shaped helmet she wore upon her head made King Oren immediately recognized who she was, another feature that stood out plain as day were the two huge braids of bright red hair that trailed from inside the helmet to about the middle of her waist. She wore the same helmet and hair as her father, the Warchief of Vall-the most feared Kingdom in Orens land. It was Saria Stoneheart.

“Where is he?!” The hawk helmeted woman practically screamed in the direction of King Oren, completely ignoring the two well armored men approaching her.

“Hey now lady, no one talks to the king like that. Not even some girl playing warri-” The guard who had been approaching Saria obviously had no clue who she was, a fact proven as her well armored fist shot out quick as lightning catching the poor unsuspecting fool off guard. A loud 'crack!' sounded out as the man dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, through the whole engagement Sarias eye's hadnt once broken with the kings.

At the brazen and rather impressive attack many swords were pulled from their sheaths, countless guards shooting from their seats at the banquet table. The King himself quickly stood up, throwing his right arm in the air in a sign of authority he quickly shouted with his old raspy voice. “Stand down men! This is a guest to our kingdom, the bride to be to our lost prince.” His voice dropped an octave or two at the mention of the Prince, as if he was just now realizing the fact was reality.

“So then what my men have told me is true?” Saria quipped from the opposite side of the banquet table, already pacing back and forth lost in thought, all the while she walked back and forth she kept her arms folded together behind her back-a nervous habit she'd picked up over the years from her father. She spoke with such authority that she didn’t seemed threatened at all by the large number of men who still clutched their weapons in hand. As quickly as she had begun pacing she stopped, her piercing eyes catching the kings gaze yet again. “I will need your two best men, your three fastest horses, crossbows, climbing equipment, and a weeks worth of provisions. I expect all of requested at the front gates within the hour-the sooner the better.” The way she spoke was clear that she was neither asking nor requesting these things, they were demands she expected to be met.

In all honesty the King was caught slightly off guard, he himself not being used to be spoken to so bluntly. “But-well, where are you going? What are you doing?” He asked, concern and curiosity clear in his voice.

Already walking away with her back to the King Saria didn’t even bother to turn to respond to the question, instead she simply spat back rather loudly and angrily “To retrieve what is mine.”

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Now, literally sitting on a pile of gold, Edrick seemed a little more come-maybe it was the fact he was once again surrounded by wealth. Letting his hands trail back and forth over the gold coins as he stared at his captor he began rambling again. “Delicacy eh?” He asked, a little less afraid. “I get it now, your gonna fatten me up for some fancy bird party, wana try the royal meat?” Not even waiting for a response Edrick began speaking yet again, as if he was just merely talking to talk “So whats with all this gold anyways?” He literally rolled around in the shiny metal after asking “I mean, what, you people actually use a form of currency? And while were talking about worthless things that are worth and awful lot, do you even know who I REALLY am? Do you even know the shitstorm your bringing down on your head?” His last question was a little more sharp and harsh, like he was a poker player holding an unbeatable hand.

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“Yes, yes, I'm stupid, I get it!” Edrick said after falling to the ground in what could only be described as his signature accident prone way-somehow cutting his forehead on a pile of gold coins. “I'm sorry mam, er, lady, er...bird!? Harpie!?” Edrick was shouting again, practically hysterical and on the verge of tears. “I don't even know what to call you!” He finally shouted, all the while covering his head with both arms as he curled into a ball to avoid what he thought were more inevitable beatings. He was truly a pathetic royal site.



Saria was slightly impressed in the speed she had received all of the items she requested, in what seemed like a mere fifteen minutes she had set out from the large city walls into the vast wilderness. She sat upon a large white steed, various supplies strapped to her saddle. Spurring the steed on as quickly as it could run she was flanked by two of the largest men from King Orens hall, if she had been listening to their long winded introductions she would have been aware that their names were Sir Trask and Sir Vale, knights of the kingdom of Swyndell. For all their titles and fancy armors the “skilled warriors” were having trouble merely keeping up with her.

They had been riding nonstop for what she guessed was about an hour, and they had been making good time in her mind. Before she knew it they had entered into a large, almost meadow looking, area. The huge blades of grass extended up to the top of the horses legs, and almost randomly Saria slowed her large war horse to a slow trot-Trask and Vale almost running right past her before they finally managed to bring their horses to a slower pace.

“What is it, Princess Saria?” Sir Trask asked curiously as he reigned his horse under control and followed after her.

“Look at your surroundings, and be alert. This is the perfect spot for something, or someone, to be hiding.” Almost as if on cue a large figure shot up from halfway across the meadow, the human sized figure quickly soaring into the sky.

“Harpie!” Sir Vale shouted, as both he and Trask readied their bows, within moments countless arrows began to fill the sky, all of which were missing their marks as the bird man easily dodged the incoming objects.

“Fools! Quit your shooting!” Saria barked as she pulled out a rather dangerous looking crossbow that had been tied to the left side of her horse. “The key to shooting-” She spoke, as she followed the figure back and forth for what seemed like ages “-Is not shooting, until you know you have a shot.” As she finished her sentence she pulled the trigger on her crossbow, a loud 'fwip!' sounding out as the bolt soared through the air.

The flying creature was so far away that for a moment or two it seemed like she had completely missed, that was until, almost randomly, a large burst of feathers exploded in the sky. It seemed like her shot had been perfect, shooting directly through the right wing with an explosion of blood and feathers. It was clear that the harpie was making a desperate attempt to flee with his one good wing, but all he was truly accomplishing was cushioning his fall to earth, which came with a loud 'thud' as he collided with the earth at the very edge of the meadow.

Getting to his feet in a dazed state the harpie hadn't noticed the three large horses bearing down on him, all three riders dismounting their steeds on arrival. “Grab him by the arms, and stretch them out to their full length-it will keep him from hiding his feathers.” Saria barked as her two goons did as she demanded.

“What now, Princess?” Trask asked between a loud grunt, clearly he and Vale were having trouble keeping the panicked Harpie in place.

Completely calm and taking her time as she rustled through a large pack on the back of her saddle Saria found what she was looking for, pulling a large ominous two handed looking pair of pliers from her pack she began walking towards Vale, Trask, and The harpie. “Now? Now, we send a message.”

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The sudden cowering was pathetic, but oddly enough, it worked to stop the siren princess' rage. Arching her brows at the protective positioning of the prince's arms over his head, Liluye sighed at his frantic cries. He really was a feeble thing. It was almost tragic to think about. Waiting a few seconds before answering, the woman's voice was calm and no longer full of fury when she next spoke.

"Liluye. I'm called Liluye. And technically speaking, I'm what your kind calls a siren." she answered him, taking a step closer, but stopping before she could freak him out more and elicit another round of wailing. She went silent once more, watching the human like a hawk for a few long moments while deep in thought. "Will you behave if I give you food?" she finally asked, wondering if perhaps he was simply hungry. "I have fresh caught hare from this morning..."

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Hissing in pain, the male siren let out a shrill cry, a piercing wail in attempt to discourage the attackers from accosting him further, but to no avail. The human males followed their orders regardless of the difficulty, straining against the siren as he struggled fiercely. Kicking and shaking his head, the male kept twisting in any way to try and bite the brutes holding him down. He was panting in pain, trying to ignore it in favor of the more important need for survival. "Humans!!!!" He spat, knowing very little of their tongue. "Vile! Vile! Vile! bad...humans!" he finished with a loud screech.

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Edrick was honestly surprised when the beating he expected never came, instead his captor actually gave him her name. 'Liluye' the word bounced around in his head for a moment before he finally decided it did in fact sound like a pretty name, especially for a bird. Even more surprising however was when she asked if he was hungry, saying she had freshly caught some hare. With a loud sniffle Edrick sat up slightly, his arms now folded around his chest instead of his head. He looked pathetic, like a child scolded to the point where his parents felt bad. “Well...Is it...Is it seasoned with garlic, salt, pepper, and covered in gravy?” Edrick as in between sniffles, asked if the only way to eat hare was with garlic, salt, pepper, and gravy.



“Shut up!” Saria roared fiercely as she kicked the Siren square in the back, sending the creature plummeting to the dirt. She was pleased that despite her atack Vale and Trask still held the monsters arms in place. Holding the huge pair of pliers in both hands she spat down at the creature. “I'm going to teach you why your kind stays clear of the skys of Vall. And then I'll teach the rest of your kind.” Taking the pliers she carefully lowered the tool to the Sirens wings, and with great care clamped down on a single large feather, the mouth of the pliers itself being the perfect size for what she intended to do-as if this was the sole creation for the tool. With a quick brutal yank of both her arms she literally ripped the feather from his wings, causing the creature to let loose a blood curdling scream as she wasted no time clamping onto another feather and repeating the process.

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The reaction was not unwelcome, though the human looked utterly pathetic. Letting him sniffle and bumble about like a defenseless babe, his question threw Liluye off. He wanted to know if it had....seasonings? Garlic, salt, pepper, and gravy? The words seemed vaguely familiar, yet it didn't seem to describe anything she had. At least, not with her food. Her fierce expression now perplexed, the siren hesitated before shaking her head. She was fairly certain it wasn't how he asked.

"Er.....no, I don't think so....why? Are those toxic to your kind?" she asked warily, pausing just loud enough to let out a short whistle.

A ruffling of feathers and movement were heard in a mere minute, a younger siren with similar coloring to Liluye appearing, light gold eyes peering at the princess in a question. "Sis?" she asked, one of the few human words she had learned properly.

Liluye let out a soft series of chirps and whistles, along with a slight trill and gestures of her hands. The fellow siren nodded, skipping off with a contented smile and a purposeful stride.

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Fear evident in the siren's eyes, the male creature struggled even more, ignoring the searing pain in his arm as he fought to escape the hands of his captors. It was to no avail, the female human speaking to him in words he was unfamiliar with. "Human!" he tried, only to try and bite Saria as she drew close.
The struggles increased as she drew closer, but in an instant his blood curdling shriek could be heard echoing in the valley, arm all but forgotten as his feathers were cruelly ripped from his body. Fear and pain coalesced into piercing, ear drum traumatizing scream.

Nearby sirens shrieked and let out high pitched wails, speeding off in all direction as quick as they could fly, vanishing in mere seconds from the surrounding territories as they heard the shrieking. A scout or two would fly to the top rock and alert Liluye and her family.

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Edrick scratched his head slightly confused, although he had gained his composure slightly in the process. “Poisonous?” He asked in slight confusion and curiosity. “No, no....its not poisonous, I mean, who eats a rabbit without seasoning. That's just barbaric.” Immediatley Edrick threw his hands up in the air, not so much covering his face this time but more of a pleading effort-he was clearly expecting another beating. “I'm sorry! I didn't mean that your people are barbarians!” He said franticly as he closed his eyes tight, expecting another burst of pain across his head.



Saria smirked as she looked at the crippled mess of a creature that laid beneath her, blood and feathers littered the ground all around her. At this point the thing wasnt even fighting back anymore, as if the pain was so intense it had simply given up, or maybe it's mind had gone to a safe place? Saria wasn't entirely sure, nor did she care.

“Would you like us to kill the beast?” Sir Trask asked as he pulled his shining blade from its sheath, raising it in the air to strike Saria quickly grabbed his arm. “Why on earth would I want that? I said I was sending a message, and this monster shall be my messenger. Get him on his feet.” She ordered sharply as she turned and returned to her horse, putting her torture tool away before she remounted her horse.

“But Princess, he can no longer fly.” Sir Vale said stupidly, as if he didnt comprehend entirly what was happening.

“He can still climb though, cant he?” She spat back, her eyes narrowing in the slits of her helmet as she eyed Vale angrily-she clearly did not like being questioned.

“Ye-Yes m'lady, whatever you command.” Vale said as he and his comrade thrust the bloodied and beaten Siren into the treeline, the poor creature doing his best to stagger away as quickly as he could.

“Your orders, Princess?” Trask asked as both he and Vale found their way back to their steeds.

“Simple boys, now we just follow the prey.” She said, her sickening smirk returning to her mouth as all three horses began a slow trot in the direction of the tortured Siren.