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Post by Lady Elestirne on May 30, 2006 23:36:52 GMT -5
The horse and rider cantered through a empty landscape. On thier left,a grey sea stretched;matching the skies above. On thier right were empty,bleak plains. Both sea and plains continued for as far as could be seen.
The pair moved with a purpose,but seemed in no hurry;cantering steadily. The horse-a tall,elegant silver stallion whose coat shone against the dreary landscape-moved smoothly,confidentally;cantering rthymnitcally and gracefully. His high-carried tail was flagged;flowing out behind him like a silver banner as his luxurious silver mane streamed in the wind of his going. His neck was arched,ears pricked and fine head poised;eyes bright and intelligent as he cantered on. He snorted once;ducking his proud head a little, and his rider leaned forward to pat his shining neck.
At first glance,his rider appeared to be nothing more than a young woman but,upon a second glance it was easily and quickly seen that she was not so. Her fair,high-cheekboned face was young,or seemed to be,being smooth and clear. But if her face was young,then her eyes were immeasurably old,or gave such a impression. Grey,and as clear and bright as stars,they were full of wisdom and knowledge and had the look of one who has known many things the years bring,both joyful and sorrowful. The long,night-dark hair that streamed behind her-bound by a intricatly woven silver circlet that crowned her brow-was touched by no frost,but it glimmered faintly with silver sparkles;a effect not seen in any normal maiden's hair. The last thing that denounced the rider as a normal maiden were the pointed tips of her ears just barely seen through her hair.
The elf-lady sat the stallion easily;effortlessly directing,but not controlling,the regal elven-horse. At one point he tossed his fine head and struck out playfully with a foreleg in midstride with a snort;the bells on his harness and bridle jingling. The elf's seat ne'er wavered,nor did she move to adjust her grip on the reins.
Why are we takingthe long route to Oron's? For that matter,why are we riding thither Lady? The silver stallion's thoughts,heard only by the elf,carried a questioning tone.
"Because mellon nin,you-and I for that matter-did not o'ermuch like the journey by ship,nor would I be inclined to attempt it without Oron with,and a longer journey meaneth a longer time away and more time alone to ourselves. As to your second question friend,mortals change so much in e'en a short time that it is amusing to see how much and what has happened. Be grateful Grease does not accompany,or the trip would seem twice as long." The elf's soft voice was clear and musical;lilting and flowing like a waterfall. "That is why."
The stallion snorted again,but answered naught in return. After a few minutes however,he threw up his head;nostrils flaring and snorting uneasily. "What is it my friend?,"asked the elf;concern now tinging her melodic voice.
I do not know lady,came the stallion's troubled answer. It is like a mist,but not so-for there is no scent to it. Whatever it is,it appears to be coming our way. We shall be in it soon. Without any urging from his rider,the elf-horse slowed his pace from a canter to a trot,then a walk,then halting altogether. Clearly made uneasy by the 'mist'-which the elf could now see clearly as well-he pulled at the reins and tossed his head; cavaling and dancing uneasily beneath his rider,then half-rearing as the mist reached and enveloped them.
The elf felt as uneasy about the mist as her stallion and tensed;bracing herself as it surrounded them-for what,she did not know. Strangly,she felt none of the dampness ussually felt with mists-just a vague,uneasy sense that something was not right or that something supernatural was happening.
After a few minutes,the mist cleared and she found that her instincts had been right-for they were now in a very different place than the one they had been in. Where there had been sea,there was now misty forest. Where it had been late afternoon,'twas now early evening. Where they were now the elf did not know-nor how they had gotten here-but it was certainly no place she knew. Uneasy and more than a little bewildered,she looked around;trying to get her bearings in the strange new landscape she now found herself in as her stallion continued to caval and dance beneath her. First thing was to find out where she was,then learn how she had come here. Alert,and very wary,she urged the stallion into a walk and began to look for a track or something that would lead to a settlement,or,people at least. Hopefully,whatever this strange place was,she would be able to communicate with any she happened to meet...
note:This story is so far intended only for I,Zaron,and Nichtmar. No offense meant , and I do not mean to be selective
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Post by Zaron on May 31, 2006 8:50:19 GMT -5
Zaron finishes collecting wood for the fire wondering how Nichtmar is doing with the rest of the camp preparations. He knows it was abit foolish for both of them to come out to see the orcs movements, but Grish'nak has been using trickier and trickier tactics, and if Mittelmarch is to survive both of us really needed to see what was going on to prepare a defense.
Coming back into the camp and the real world from his thoughts with his last bundle of wood Zaron surveys the camp, turning to Nichtmar, "What else needs is left to be done Nichtmar? I realize this far out and this close to where the orcs have been moving we probably won't get much sleep, but I'd at least like to have a hot meal and a small hidden fire."
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jun 4, 2006 21:29:41 GMT -5
It had been some hours since she had arrived in this strange land but naught had changed. It was now late evening and she was-so far as she could discern-deep in misty forest and no closer to any sign of a civilization or settlement. Not once in the hours she had been here had she seen any sign of a track or path,nor road. Wherever she was,she appeared to be in relative-and thus far-complete wilderness. If there was any town or settlement nigh,she had not come across it yet.
And she was reluctant to stop and make camp,though she knew it to be the logical thing to do. Something about tthe land uneased her. The mist,the silent forest and landscape,all of it disquieted her. She sensed danger;lurking on the edges of consious thought. There was danger here. To the elf,born and raised in forests,a being deeply attuned to nature,it was a warning from this strange land she had fallen into to be wary and she would heed the warning. So she continued to ride through the night,as cautsious and wary as the stallion she rode;eyes and ears alert for danger,a slender handon the hilt of one of the two slender swords girt around her slim waist.
After about a hour the elf saw a speck of orange light flickering ahead through the thick trees. A fire. Where there was a fire,there would be people. At least,she hoped. She did not know what inhabited this strange land. Still,it was a good sign. Heartened,the elven-lady sent a prayer to Varda,Lady of Stars,and urged the stallion into a steady trot. The regal creature snorted softly and tossed his head;ears flickering nervously and every muscle in his body tense as he obeyed. Warned by her horse's behaviour,the elf tensed also;hand instantly moving to grip one of her swords. She was thrown off balance however,as some shapes she reconized instantly as orcs crashed out of the underbrush directly ahead and her stallion reared with a wild,trumpeting neigh,lashed out momentarily with teeth and silver forehooves,landed,then bolted deeper into the forest;thankfully still in the rough direction they had been heading,towards the fire.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jun 7, 2006 12:22:00 GMT -5
The Knight of Solamnia casually riding through the dense forest in his antique field plate armor. His horse all of the sudden got tense and started flailing about, throwing the knight back and forth. "What's wrong girl," the knight said, stroking the horse's mane gently. As the knight was calming the horse down, the knight saw the silver stallion rush past, blowing the wind in his face. "In the name of Paladine! What's gotten into that horse?" As soon as the horse past the knight got back on his horse and decided to chase after it. The knight jumped back on his horse and as soon as he did, the orcs jumped from behind the bushes chasing after the silver stallion. "What in the name of the Abyss are these creatures? No matter," as the knight jumped off his horse and pulled out his antique long sword and shield with the symbol of the Knights of Solamnia on it, " Est Sularus Oth Mithas," he cried as he charged towards the on coming foe. After a few minutes he was able to slay but only three of the last orcs, with himself all injured. "Damn," he muttered spitting out blood, "these foes are very tough. But i must fight on to let the stallion get away!" As he said this he impaled one orc in the chest, with the orc slumping to the ground. 'I should think of what to do next or i might end up dead myself,' pulling his sword out of the orc and getting in a defense postion with his shield above his head. ' Paladine give me strength.' he thought.
i have permission from the queen herself to do this.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jun 7, 2006 21:28:45 GMT -5
OOC:Aye, he does. Welcome to the story Storm The stallion's run did not last long. The elven-lady-though greatly surprised by the sudden bolt-soon got the stallion under control and calmed. The regal horse pulled up after a few minutes;snorting and shaking his fine head,blowing out his breath. Leaning forward,the elf stroked the silver stallion's neck;murmuring reassuringly in Elven. "Fastre mellon nin,faestre." Looking back,the elf saw that the orcs had ceased thier pursuit of her. Now they were focused on attacking another. Through the dim light that filtered through the forest's thick trees,the elf's keen eyes saw a glint of plate mail and a shield,and her ears caught the strange battle cry. A knight perhaps,or a warrior at least. Whoever 'twas was evidentally a skilled fighter,for he appeared to have caught the orcs by surprise and slain all but two. The elf-lady hesitated but a moment,then decided to ride back and aid to stranger. He might be someone who could tell her what this land was and how she had come here. If they could communicate.
She reined the silver stallion around. His ears flicked as she did this and his thoughts echoed in her mind. This is risky lady. "All things and actions are risky in a strange land one knows not,"was the elf's repy. "He may be one who can help us,at the least we can see if he is friend or foe Olore."
The stallion snorted and shook out his mane,but said naught else;obligingly moving into a slow,canter at her urging,the bells on his harness and bridle jingling softly. Occupied by the strange warrior in plate,the two remaining orcs did not see the elf's approach.
Like a silver ghost,the regal elf-horse materialized out of nowhere behind the orcs;moving at a full gallop,the raven hair of the elf-lady streaming behind her. The silver stallion reared with a trumpeting,ringing neigh and lashed out with sharp,deadly forehooves. One of the two remaining orcs fell wordlessly;it's skull crushed by the stallion's powerful strike. Caught by surprise,trapped between two opponents and bewildered by the battle's turn,the last orc made a run for it. There was a flash of silver and the orc fell ere it had gone four paces;efficiently dispatched by one of the lady's gleaming swords. Calmly,the elf sheathed the shining mithril blade and turned bright grey eyes to the warrior she had helped. No word she spoke,only sat the stalliion quietly,serenly;calmly watching the strange warrior,her clear grey eyes reflecting curiosity. The stallion snorted and pawed at the ground lightly;dark intellingent eyes watching the knight cautiously.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jun 8, 2006 15:48:37 GMT -5
The knight, though startled by the sudden appearance of the elf woman, which he could tell by the thin body and and raven black hair, was grateful that she had come to rescue him. " Greetings M'Lady," he said as he bowed to her in a courtiest way, " I am Strom... I mean Storm Brightblade, son of Steel Brightblade, grandson of Sturm Brightblade. I am here to serve you m'lady. What god has blessed me with your presence? Perhaps Paladine sent me to protect you." he said as he knelt before her. "Are you the one the creatures were chasing after? I was happy too have dispatched them for you m'lady. Pre tell me, may I be of ask what tis the lady's name is? You do not have to answer my question if you don't want me to know your name and I shall just call you milady."
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jun 8, 2006 21:24:41 GMT -5
One slender eyebrow rose upward and a look of surprise,then amusement,passed o'er the elf's fair face. The surprise was from discovering that the warrior had spoken in the common tongue,instead of in a strange language,as she had half-expected. The amusement was from the warrior's reaction to her-she certainly had not expected such courtesy from a stranger,e'en if she had helped him.
Now the elf-lady did speak;her clear,musical voice soft and melodic. "I know naught of thine Paladine young knight,but something certainly has brought me hither,though I know not whither here is,nor by what name this land may go by. Mist enveloped me and I found myself here. Nor have I heard of these Knights of Solamnia that you say you be of.
"The creatures are called orcs-yrch in my tounge,and I believe they were chasing me and thus,am grateful you distracted them. Not that they could ha'e caught me,as there is few things that can outrun a elf-horse,but they are foul creatures,and viscious." A barely seen shudder ran through the elf-lady's slender frame. She hesitated a moment,then gracefully slipped off the silver stallion,who nickered and bent his fine head to nuzzle her. "As you told me thine name,I believe only fair to give you mine." The intricatly woven silver circlet on her brow glimmered in the dim forest and silver sparkles ran through the long night-dark hair. In contrast,her clear grey eyes seemed as bright as stars. "I am the Lady Elestirne,Queen of the Elven-realm Taraer. My people name me 'Starbrow'. My stallion is named Olore and is very intellingent Can you perhaps,young Storm,tell me what place I ha'e come to?"
The elf-lady surveyed the knight's bloody and injured figure;wary concern flickering in the clear grey eyes. "You are injured young knight. I have healing magic. If you wish,I could mend thine wounds."
If he would trust a stranger,e'en though you helped him. If she heard the stallion's comment,the elf gave no sign. Her bright grey eyes were focused steadily on the knight;awaiting his answer.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jun 9, 2006 8:06:39 GMT -5
"A Queen!?" the knight gasped as he heard the words. He bent down on one knee with his head to the ground. "Forgive me your Majesty. I had no idea that you were a queen. I am here to serve you as your desires are for the good of the world. That is, if i knew what this world was. As you, I have no idea where I am either. I was also enveloped by mist and brought here as well. I will accept your healing m'lady. I am rather banged and am sore all over. Back in my world, Krynn, we do not have these orcs-yrch, as you put it in my land. I would be happy to tell ye of my land and my knighthood, and most especially Paladine. But first we should find a safe place to rest for now." As he finished his statement he bent down to clean his sword in the grass when suddenly a star shaped necklace came out from his armor. "Whoops." he said as he put the star jewel away. Seeing the lady's curious reaction to his last action, he pulled out the jewel and showed it to her. "Its a family heirloom, it was given from an elf maiden who loved my grandfather, then my grandfather's spirit gave it to my father, and then it was given to me because it was mine by right. But I will tell you more to the story when we set up camp is that alright m'lady?" here's a picture of what the jewel looks like. ewancient.lysator.liu.se/pic/art/b/e/betts/an_elf_queen_remembers.jpg the jewel is what it looks like and the elf woman is who gave it to storm's granfather
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Post by Zaron on Jun 9, 2006 12:38:53 GMT -5
Back in their camp Zaron cocks his head listening. That sounds like a battle Nichtmar. We don't have any troops this far out, or at least we shouldn't have any this far out. We should investigate this. I'll take right. Without another word Zaron throws his studded leather haulbrek on and grabs his shield, drawing his blade as he slips out into the shadows to investigate.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jun 9, 2006 23:20:10 GMT -5
Again the elf raised a eyebrow;her surpriseat the deference showing clearly in her eyes and face. A courteous one,this knight,thought Elestirne to herself. It suprises me he is so deferent
You are a queen,Olore answered. Knights think much of such things. And you helped him. It is not surprising-and deserved-that he shows you such respect. You should be usedto such treatment by now when you reveal your station and title lady.
It ne'er ceases to surprise me,returned Elestirne,then spoke againto Storm. "Such deference is needed not-you are neither of my people,nor my realm and so,owe me no fealty or service. It is allright that you knew not-you are not of this world and this land,whatever it may be,I believe is far from lands where I am known. Morever," a hint of wry amusement entered the melodic voice now,"it is to my knowledge that most rulers customarily never travel except when with a escort and a gaurd and fabulously attired also. I however,am not like them-I will upon occasion travel with a escort but more oft than not Olore is my only companion and acts as my guard." Lightly,she touched the circlet on her forehead and it glimmered with white light. "And my crown is generally the only finery I wear when away from home
"'Tis unfortunate that you know naught of this land though,as it would be helpful to finding a place to camp,and welcome and wise as the night is now very late and I do not wish to linger in this place lest there are more orcs about." Her grey eyes briefly flashed from side to side ere resting with interest upon the necklace Storm presented to her. "The jewel tell its own story. It is old and of fine make. Not so ancient though,as my crown. But whatever stories you have can wait for now. Your wounds must be seen toand then we might set about finding a campsite away from this place. You must stay very still."
Concentrating,Elestirne closed her eyes and raised her hands. The air shimmered and silvery-blue light glimmered into being;glowing softly on the elf's slender hands as she guided them gently and lightly over the knight. His wounds were not fatal,but nor were they minor. Within a few minutes,his wounds were healed,at least mostly so. Elestirne swayed as the light faded but not as much as she had expected. Healing with magic always took it's toll on her,as it drew from her own strength to mend the injuries.
You should have used herbs.
Magic was quicker, and easier this time, Elestirne said in answer to Olore's comment. All the same, there was a weariness easily seen in her face as the elven-queen spoke to Storm. "I have done what I can. Healing with magic draws from my own strength and I was already weary. Now we must be gone from this place...." The elven-lady stiffened slightly,her slender frame tensing and her clear grey eyes flashing from side to side warily. Olore too,snorted softly;lifting his head to stare at the surrounding shadows,nostrils flaring as he scented the air.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jun 10, 2006 9:33:54 GMT -5
"M'lady? What tis the matter?" a concerned, worried face on the knight. Looking around the woods, a little worried, he heard a snapping of a twig. "Something's out there. Get behind me m'lady," Storm suggested, a little tint of ordered in his voice, but that's because he cared for the queen's safety. As he said that he drew his own sword and pulled the shield off his back. "Come out creature so that I, a Knight of Solamnia may see what his foe might be!" shouted the knight into the direction that he heard the twig break. " I will protect you with my life m'lady. And if the situation looks dire, mount Olore and ride as fast as you can away. I will hold it off as best as I can. You understand?" looking into those grey eyes. She looked into his eyes and saw a deep concern for her in his eyes. He turned away thinking he heard something another twig snap but closer. "I know you think it sounds like I love you or something. Its just that I have a soft spot for elves and dont want something to happen to one of them is all" he said, a little blushing in his cheeks. But now he had a new strength for he knew what he was doing was right and just.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jun 10, 2006 22:45:42 GMT -5
Olore snorted;amusement tinging the stallion's thoughts. Elestirne was not nearly so amused. The knight continues to surprise me,but now it is his turn. Queen I may be,but I do not run when danger threatens.
Her grey eyes sparked with a hint of silver fire as she met the knight's and there was resolve and determination in the fair face. When she spoke her voice,though gentle,was firm and brooked no disagreement. "I appreciate your concern young sir knight and realize 'tis likely part of thine creed to protect women and royalty but I am like no royal nor woman thou has met before. Lady I may be, and Queen,but I am not helpless. I am a elf and,among my people both women and men are trained to arms if they desire it. Long years I ha'e been at the sword,since a child,and have fought and faced many things in that time. I do not run when danger threatens and will not do so now. I will fight for I am as much a warrior as thou Storm,Knight of Solamnia." In one smooth,swift motion,her twin swords were out of thier sheathes and in her hands. The long, slightly curved mithril bladesshone as they leapt to her hands and runes shimmered with silver light along thier gleaming lengths. "I am not unused to battle and nor are these swords. Whatever comes I will face it if it intends to do me harm." Olore came up to stand with her;pawing the ground slightly.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jun 11, 2006 18:50:19 GMT -5
"I only care for your safety, it was not that not ye be woman, and mostly that your a queen. Like a said before," Storm turned his head towards her and looked into her silver eyes, "its just my soft spot for the elves that made me say that. If the queen wishes to fight then I will respect your jugdement and will be happy to fight by your side. You know, you remind me of another elf queen I once knew. Alhana Starbreeze, Queen of the Silvanesti elves, good fighter and a loving queen. Just like yourself milady." Storm looked over at Olore and saw that the horse was staring at him for some reason. "Um. If you don't mind me asking. Why is Olore starring at me in a strange way? I've never seen a horse look at someone that way before." Storm said as he looked back to the queen. 'Eh. It's probably nothing, gosh I wish I knew what I was fighting. Its making me tense.' Storm looked back at Elestirne's swords and saw that familiar shine in the swords. " Milady, those wouldn't happen to be mithril in your swords would. I know what mithril looks like cause thats what my sword is made of. That's the reason its survived all through the Brightblade generations. COME OUT YOU BEAST SO THAT I MAY SLAY YOU IN PALADINE'S NAME!" he shouted out into the woods.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jun 12, 2006 0:27:09 GMT -5
Nichtmar had been cutting wood, he slams the blade through a log, looks to Zaron.
Zaron, “That sounds like a battle Nichtmar…”
Nichtmar nods and takes off to the left grabbing his sword and a javelin. Sprinting through the woods he pick’s up a scent of orc sweat, salty old armor, and a woman, elven. As Nichtmar sprints he sites three orcs sneaking up on their prey. He hurls his javelin through the back of one orc, the other two turn around, Nichtmar slides to his knees cutting off both legs of one orc, and stands to a guard position for the next to attack. Wildly the Orc swings, Nichtmar catches his wrist and shoves his sword into his gut, the entrails and blood poor to the ground, as the orc whimpers and falls to its knees. Nichtmar takes a step back and hacks its head off, wiping his blade off on his pants and yanks his javelin out of the other orc. He walks out from the woods to the man in armor and the woman elf, notices the glowing swords, then they suddenly they stop glowing. Calming, Nichtmar thinks to himself Zaron should be here any second.
“Greetings travelers, you are in Mittelmarch, sniff sniff, you two do not travel together.” Eyeing the armored man, “does this man bother you m’lady?”
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jun 12, 2006 12:32:57 GMT -5
"I am Storm Brightblade, a Knight of the Crown, of the Knights of Solamnia, and this is her majesty, Queen Elestirne Starbrow of the elves and her steed, Olore. What business do you have here? Are you the ones who have been sneaking about in the woods? What are you, my good sir? I am human, her majesty is elven, but I don't recall ever seeing a race like you." Storm said as he put his shield away. " Are you of the Light of Good or serve the Darkness of Evil?" Storm asked as he kept a firm grip on his sword. As he said this he went and stepped beside Elestirne and put his sword towards the ground keeping a worried eye on the queen.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jun 12, 2006 17:34:34 GMT -5
Elestirne started to reply to Storm but stiffened suddenly;her already tense frame becoming as taut as a drawn bow. Up flashed her swords,glowing with pale light and her silver-grey eyes flashed from side to side. At the same time Olore threw his head up with a wild snort;rearing with a whinney as the wind shifted and brought the scent to him. Orcs!
The elf-queen readied for the attack-assuming a guard stance-but it never came. Before the orcs could attack a ogre looked up from out of nowhere behind them and efficiently slew them all. Tensly,the elf watched as the ogre wiped his sword clean and approached;warily eying him as he did so. Olore's warning snort,the pale glow returning to her swords and the crack of a twig behind her alerted the elf to more enemies. She spun gracefully;one gleaming mithril sword tearing through the orc who had attempted to sneak up on her,the other sword beheading him in the next stroke. His clumsy strike clipped her though and she winced as it bit. A crunch of bone signalled the end of the second orc,dealt by Olore's sharp hooves. Warily she turned back to the ogre;surprised he had not attacked whilst she was occupied by the orcs,and more suprised that he had spoken to her. Olore supported her as she swayed a little and she lowered her blades slightly. "Nay,he does not bother me and I am surprised that you do not attack me as,to my knowledge,you race despises and hates mine. Much like the orcs." A shudder ran through her slender frame. "But you call me Lady and do not attack me so am I to consider you unlike your kind and a friend of elves? And I would have preferred good Storm,that my name was not disclosed until we learned the ogre's identity and whether he is good,or a ally of the orcs." Her melodic voice was slightly suspiciouis and her clear grey eyes wary. Wincing,and trying to conceal the pain that showed on her face,she put one slender hand to her side,the wound throbbing. Again she swayed and again Olore steadied her;snorting in concern but keeping wary eyes on the ogre.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jun 12, 2006 18:14:17 GMT -5
Looking over at Elestirne, he said "I'm sorry milady, I didn't mean too. Its just the knights teach us to be polite to everyone, even our enemies. And if he does attack, I will defend you with my life. You can count on me." As he finished this he saw her put her hand to her side. "Milady, you're injured," Storm exclaimed. As he said this he gently moved the queen's hand to look at her injury, turning his back to the ogre. It was a pretty deep stab, but not bad enough to have hurt any vital areas. "Milady let me help you," as he said this he begged her to sit against the tree. She smiled at him, seeing in his green eyes that he truly cared for her, she sat against the tree. Storm knelt down, pulled out a platinum amulet from his pouch. He put it around his neck, closed his eyes, and started praying to his god, Paladine. His hands started to glow blue, he moved his hands, while still praying to Paladine, onto Elestirne side. The wound starting started closing up, and Storm shuddered for a quick moment, but as his shudder stopped the wound was healed. He fell back on his back side, and started breathing a little heavy. "As you Queen Elestirne, my healing takes a bit of strength away from me as well. I should have told you that I was familiar with the healing arts. Paladine has shone favor in on me and granted me this ability to heal, even though I am not of the Order of the Sword, the next rank of the Crown. Here milady," as he said this he made a new copy of the amulet from the old, and he put one around Elestirne's neck, " now you may have the blessing of Paladine" He scooted back and smiled at her. Then he stood up and faced the ogre, guessing that he was somewhat friendly since he didn't attack as his back was turned. "What's your name ogre?" he said in a polite way with a smile on his face. He put his sword back in its sheathe.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jun 12, 2006 22:26:48 GMT -5
"Are you of the Light of Good or serve the Darkness of Evil?" Storm asked as he lowered his guard.
Nichtmar quickly grabs the sword arm of Storm, slams him up against a tree and presses his blade against his throat.
“Listen boy, you may be tough as nuts where you come from, but here your just dust and…”
Suddenly Orcs tear out of the bushes attacking Elestirne, Nichtmar watches as the Elvin woman dispatches the Orcs.
Tilts his head, “Interesting…”
“You seem well trained Lady Elestirne, yet this man seems to speak for you, you may be a queen where ever you come from, we hold all equal here in Mittelmarch.”
Nichtmar slowly releases Storm with his sword ready for anything. Looking to Storm, “And no title will protect you here.”
Looking back to Elestirne, “If you require food and healing we offer it within our walls.”
The armored Storm in a pompous manner asks, What's your name ogre?"
Nichtmar sneers a little, “You both apparently do not know where you are, if you want safe haven, then follow, if not I would suggest leaving these woods.”
Nichtmar slowly keeping an eye on the two backs up and begins to walk towards Mittlemarch.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jun 12, 2006 22:42:27 GMT -5
Elestirne started to flinch away from Storm,wary of accepting the healing as she knew the man not well and his gods not at all. She realized however,that it might be the best course,in case the ogre decided to attack,and so,she reluctantly allowed the knight to tend to her. When the healing was finished the slender elf-queen stood;putting her hand where the wound was. It seemed largly healed but the area was still very tender. She looked at Storm and was surprised by what she saw in his eyes as she tentativly took the amulet. The mortal cares for me....this could be arkward later.
Olore snorted;still watching the ogre warily and hovered protectivly o'er her. Whatever the stallion thought of this discovery did not reach her. He was focused wholly on the ogre. Elestirne focused her attention on him as well and listened as he spoke. When he finished she responded. "I speak for myself ogre and need none to talk for me. Whatever this Mittlemarch be i' you can lead me to a safer place than the one where we are at currently,that shall be welcome." She cleaned her swords and sheathed them;taking Olore's reins and warily followed a pace behind the ogre.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jun 13, 2006 0:05:38 GMT -5
Storm picking himself up from the ogre's sudden agressiveness, got on his horse and followed after Elestirne and Nichtmar. He got up to Elestirne and leaned over to her and whispered in her ear. " I don't trust this one your majesty. After I healed you and gave him a polite greeting. He comes up and pins me against a tree? I'm going to keep my mouth silent so I or worse, we don't get killed. I will let you do the talking being the diplomat and all."
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jun 14, 2006 23:37:25 GMT -5
"Trust is given-and earned-o'er time,"said Elestirne,"but you should not be so hasty to mistrust or to pass judgement. Ogres naturally distrust all but thier own race and most ha'e no love for men and elves,and the majority like us not at all and look on and treat us with loathing and disdain. This ogre-whatever his name be-seems unlike his race in that aspect. While I know he pinned thee against the tree,ogres by nature are oft chaotic and short-tempered. Thus,it is wise to do nothing to irritate or anger them,as you seem to have done. It might indeed be best for you to stay silent for now."
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jun 15, 2006 11:08:14 GMT -5
Storm looked up at Elestirne's beautiful face, even though he knew they could ever be together. " Would you like to listen to the of history of my world milady? Or would you care for me to just keep silent? I don't mind at all. WE should think about stopping for the horses to have some rest. Especially after Olore's sudden rush away from the orcs." Storm said with a voice with no emotion in it. The group stops for a quick rest. Nichtmar goes and starts a fire, Storm goes out to a nearby stream and gathers water for the horses, while Elestirne takes care of the horses. Everyone sits down at the fire. Storm keeps a little ways to himself and tries to sleep after his first encounter with orcs. Out of a pouch he pulls out a picture of his grandfather. Elestirne seeing Storm by himself was curious as to what the picture was. She got up and went to sit down by Storm and saw the picture. "Who's that in the thine picture young Storm?" she asked with a curious tone in her voice "It is my grandfather, before he died. Someone drew it of him before he died in the battle of the High Clerist's Tower dur the War of the Lance. I'll be happy to tell you the story if you like?" this is the exact picture storm pulled out ew2.lysator.liu.se/pic/art/a/l/alejandre/sturms_last_stand_16_dec_99.jpg
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jun 15, 2006 20:45:57 GMT -5
"I would be much interested in hearing the story,"answered Elestirne. "And in hearing of the land and world from whence thy came. Such tales are always interesting to me." She wondered at the lack of emotion in the young knight's voice,but commented not;deciding it could either be weariness or wariness of irritating the ogre. "Good ogre,"she called;her musical voice carrying clearly. "Will you kindly tell thine name? I would learn the name of the one who helped us from the orcs and who travels with us. And I like not calling thee 'ogre' all the time."
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jun 16, 2006 12:02:44 GMT -5
Storm got up and went over to his horse, pulled the lance off the horse, and walked back over and sat down next to Elestirne. "The story goes like this, almost twenty years ago my world was in a great war. Takhisis, the Queen of Darkness was trying to enter the world so she would be unstoppable as a goddess upon the mortal plane. The Knights of Solamnia took arms and fought against her and we won the war. But here tis' where my grandfather comes into the story. In the middle of the war, the knight of solamnia were all that stood between the dark armies from entering my country and taking it over ,with their last fortress, the High Clerist's Tower. The Knights were losing and running out of supplies. Then a Hero of the Lance, a kender named Tasslehoff Burrfoot, discovered a secret to the tower. The Tower was built to slay dragons, with a magical object called a dragon orb, it attracts dragons to the user or the orb, and in the center of the tower the massive doors would slam shut, trapping the dragons head in one room and its body in the other. Then knights would come in and slay the dragons with these lances, the Dragonlances." Then Storm gave the lance to her to look at. The lance was made of a silver like material, but much stronger than mithril. the hand guard on the lance was in the shape of a dragon's face, the the shaft coming out of the dragon's mouth. The tip of the lance was a oval shaped and had barbs on the side, making even a graze do much pain. " The forces of Darkness gave a charge with their blue dragons. My grandfather gave the knights time to use the orb correctly, by fighting alone on the battlements against the dragons. He died by who I later to find out was my grandmother, Kitiara Uth Matar, my great uncle Caramon Majere's half-sister. He died a hero, and was the first Hero of the Lance. That's why I became a Knight of Solamnia, so I could honor my grandfather and the Brightblade family." As he finished he turned away, a tear falling from his eye. Then he started crying softly.
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Post by strays on Jun 28, 2006 21:56:13 GMT -5
OOC: i have Permission from Lady Elestirne
IC:Strays ran as quietly as possible through unfamiliar parts of the forest hoping that the creatures had not followed him. As he ran through the forest he said to himself, "I had not thought those monsters would attack my home because father said they stayed near the edge of the trees." He ran until he tired and he crept silently near a tree and slid down its trunk to the ground and fell into a fitful sleep. He woke with a start and looked around the unfamiliar wood and remembered what happened. He then thought to himself, "and today i would show my father how well i practiced with the sword." Then he started to cry to the Gods hoping that they would ease his pains away.
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