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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jul 18, 2008 11:01:41 GMT -5
NOTE: This story may be entered only by permisson. I shall be making the first 3 or 4 posts to get things started. Since I leave for a family reunion tomorrow and shall be gone for a week those that already have permisson,have been invited may start to post if they wish or they can wait until I return. Those that might be interested in joining PM me and I will answer you when I get back. This story takes place perhaps a few months before the current RP.
The riders urged their mounts on, conquering the last feet of the slope to stand in the very shadows of the mountains themselves. Here they drew rein and halted their horses, taking in their surroundings. They seemed to be trying to reassure themselves that they were indeed where they expected-or were supposed-to be, as they spoke to each other in their own tongue. Elves both, they were garbed alike and each wore a strange symbol-the like of which had never before been seen in these lands. The two of them had been charged to find she who was named Starbrow, a great Elven-queen of a mysterious and powerful realm that lay beyond these mountains-according to the one who had sent them. The mountains were impassable, save by a pass known as the Shining Way. Here the directions had led them and here the pass lay, directly before them; shimmering in the twilight. A slender white tower glimmered at its entrance.
They had been told the pass was guarded and the realm itself, warded, but no sign of a guardian did they see as they approached and after a moment they urged their horses forward. Quickly, they saw the reason for the pass's name.
Its shimmering walls were clad in pure crystal that caught and reflected light a hundredfold in soft hues and glimmering prisms. The effect was dazzling, but the light given off was subtle and luminous, rather than blinding as they might have expected.
No sooner had they entered the pass then did they begin to feel a strange feeling of being watched...studied. There was a sense of judging with that intent watchfulness, an uncomfortable pressure... Their horses snorted and tossed their heads uneasily; picking up on it as well. No strangers to magic, the riders recognized the odd sensations as the wards they had been warned of. After only a few steps the uncomfortable feeling passed and they realized the wards had withdrawn. They couldn't help but feel as though they had passed a test... What test they could not say, but they had passed.
After only a few hours of riding true light shone ahead and they emerged onto a bare shelf of rock. A path disappeared into dense, wooded hills, and then re-emerged on the level ground below. The elusive realm lay spread out before them-revealed in the light of the rising moon.
The two stood a moment, awed by the breathtaking sight of rivers, valleys, hills, plains and woodlands that shimmered before them under the moonlight. A ways distant, to their right and on the very edge of the foothills a city glimmered white; a twinkling star on a swath of green velvet. Reminded of their errand, their goal in sight, they immediately spurred their mounts down the path as fast as they dared; riding for the city.
Meanwhile...
In her private gardens, Elestirne sat serenely at the edge of a pool shaded by a willow. She often came here to be alone and escape for a few moments from the duties of rulership. There were plenty of places where she could go to be alone, or would be left alone, but she favored this one. On the very edge of the royal gardens-where none but the royal family had permission to walk-yet truthfully a part of the forest it was both isolated and quiet and the elven-queen visited as often as possible.
She knelt in deep contemplation at the water's edge, slender fingers trailing just above it's surface. Her long hair fell unbound past her waist like a river of midnight silk to pool on the ground. Her almond eyes were closed but they snapped open abruptly as a twinge of unease touched her consciousness. Her silver-grey eyes narrowed worriedly.
At a slight noise she lifted her head, dark curtain of hair falling back and circlet of woven silver glittering on her brow. There was a rustle, then an elegant stallion stepped gracefully into the glade. His luminous coat caught and reflected the light, causing him to shimmer with subtle silver light as he stepped to Elestirne's side.
The worried look lingered in her eyes, but she smiled as she stroked the soft muzzle with a slender hand. "Olore. Always you know where to find me. What is it friend?"
The stallion's sculpted ears flickered, his starry blue eyes twinkling. Poor bonded would I be if I could not find you. You shall be wanted my lady. Strangers are come to the palace, just arrived. They- an ear swiveled back -well I shall let Authion tell you. He comes now.
Indeed, there was the faintest crackling and rustling of brush and within a moment the elven captain appeared. Seeming unsurprised to see the stallion, he bowed deeply to his queen before casting Olore a wry look. "I should have known he would be here before me. Greetings my queen."
The silver stallion tossed his mane smugly. Elestirne rose gracefully to face her captain, smoothing a ripple in her gown. "Authion. What have you come to tell me?"
The wry look in the other's dark green eyes turned solemn. "Strangers await you at the Palace my queen. They are elves but strangely garbed and wearing a strange symbol." Authion's nimble fingers sketched in the air what he had seen. The worry in Elestirne's eyes deepened visibly. "They have ridden hard and look to have come from far abroad. They will not say from where they have come, only that they must speak to you."
"I think I know from whence they have come,"Elestirne murmured quietly, half to herself. Her bright eyes dimmed in worried thoughtfulness. A hand stole to her side, the ghosts of old wounds, long healed, returning to memory. Authion noted her expression anxiously. He had been told of her strange journey a few years before and did not care for her current expression. "You mean the land of mists? This...” he called up the name she had told him "...Mittelmarch?"
She answered only, "Take me to the strangers. I will hear their message."
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jul 18, 2008 11:20:48 GMT -5
As she followed Authion back to her palace and the strangers waiting for her Elestirne allowed herself to fall into deep thought, walking in memories.
Nearly three years ago-it surprised her that it did not feel so long-she and Olore had found themselves in a strange land while on the way to her friend Oron. Within a few days of arrival they had found themselves caught in a war between the land’s inhabitants and a dark sorcerer of great power and age, named Telemachus. Her bright eyes darkened. Telemachus had taken an interest in her and Olore and attempted to tempt her to his cause. He had even gone so far as to ambush a party she had been traveling with and capture and hold her until she had both broken free and been rescued.
She slanted a glance to Olore. He had been the one to lead the recovery and never-not in all their years together-had she seen him so angry, or so close to revealing his true nature.. It had been daunting to see. She shuddered to think how he might be in full wrath, or revealed in all his power… She was not sure she wanted to see it. The stallion focused an ear on her.
You have not yet seen my full power, nor my wrath Lady. That was but a token.
She laid a hand on his neck. Why do you think these messengers have come?
Olore snorted, drawing a brief, curious glance from Authion. I am no oracle. You will just have to find out on your own o’ Starbrow, seeress-Queen of Artanor.
What might have been a smile flickered on Elestirne’s lips but it did not ease the worry in her eyes as she fell back into memories. After her recovery, she, Olore and those that had followed him had hastened back to the town, only to find it nearly burned to the ground. She had then told all she had learned and suspected while being held by Telemachus, and performed two major healings and some minor ones. Afterwards, after recovering from the strain of the healings and hurts gotten and establishing friendships and ties with the realm she and Olore had departed for home.
She could have stayed to lend aid and strength in the war, or she could have summoned her own to help still more, but she had made the decision to go home. It was not her war to get into, she had realized-despite what had happened and perhaps because of it-and it was one she did not belong in. So she had stayed only long enough as was needed, and then returned to her realm.
And, upon her return, she had been very careful not to make public all that had transpired in Mittelmarch and told only what had needed to be told-save to a select few, who knew everything. If she had make public all that had happened-namely, the encounter with Telemachus-her elves would have been enraged. If she had stayed in Mittelmarch to be a part of the war, and had had her own with her…she shook her head faintly. They would have turned the situation into something personal, because of the conflict with Telemachus, and that she had not wanted. So she had withdrawn from the war and the land and chosen not to become any more involved-though doubtless some had wondered why she would not stay. But she had also no wish to see what Olore would do if he and Telemachus ever met again.
She had another reason as well, and that was a desire not to cross paths with the sorcerer again. This was partly her unconfrontational nature but it was also a genuine desire not to cross paths with Telemachus. Something she had seen in him had disturbed her, reminded her all too much like one she had battled years ago, one she had ultimately had to kill. She did not want to know what might have happened if she had remained and met the sorcerer again… She shook her head, troubled by the thought.
“My Queen?” Authion’s voice returned her to the present. Refocusing, Elestirne saw that they had come to the palace, shining softly in the twilight. She turned to her captain with an expectant look. “Where are the messengers Authion?”
“They await you in your throne room my queen,”Authion answered promptly. “I thought that the best place for them to be received.”
Elestirne nodded approvingly. The two entered the palace through the western public gardens. Olore followed soundlessly, drawing only the least curious of glances from elves within-who were well-used to his coming and going. They took only a few moments to reach the carved double doors of the royal throne room. The doorwards there snapped instantly to attention and swung the doors open with a gentle push and deferent bows at the sight of their Queen, her companion and her Captain. A herald’s clear voice floated out the doors, announcing Elestirne and, for propriety’s sake, Authion. The two waiting turned as she swept into the room. Authion and Olore trailed behind her.
Instantly Elestirne confirmed the two as being of Mittemarch by the symbols they wore. Neither she recognized though as they dipped into low bows and murmured greetings. She noted the solemn looks each wore as they rose from their bows. Could something, perhaps, have happened to one of her friends of Mittelmarch? , she wondered. Concern mingled with worry but she was careful to show neither as she spoke. Her voice was soft but carried easily. “Why have you come messengers of Mittelmarch?”
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jul 19, 2008 0:25:18 GMT -5
A shared glance between the two told the elven-queen they had not expected this directness, but were secretely relieved by it. Elestirne's concern deepened and her eyes darkened more in worry. The two messengers bowed again, deeply.
"Great queen,"one began, then paused and glanced to his companion. The other seemed too much in awe of Olore to speak-or even notice the glance-so he continued on his own. "We have come far to find you and your realm Lady,to deliver our message." Here he hesitated,as if unsure of something,but went on after a moment.
"Mittelmarch needs your help my lady, and asks that you come to aid them in remembered friendship." With an awed glance of his own to Olore, the messenger slowly withdrew a sealed scroll from a pouch. He started to offer it to Elestirne but was intercepted by Authion.
"Wait." The red-haired captain's voice was commanding, and carried overtones of suspicion. "How can we be sure that you do come from where you claim and that this...'message' is legitimate?"
"No treachery or evil can enter the bounds of this realm," Elestirne reminded gently,turning to him briefly. "Not while I or my line sits the throne." She fixed her gaze back on the rider. "Your answer messenger of Mittelmarch?"
"Great queen, you know us as of Mittelmarch by the sign you yourself have already recognized: our symbols." The messenger eyed Authion warily,with no small amount of nervousness, and backed away a pace. "As for the legitimacy of our errand, we were sent by a great friend of thine Queen's. He was the one that told us the way to reach your realm and the pass that guarded it and gave us the message to give Her Majesty."
And the name of this great friend of my queen's?" Authion pressed suspiciously.
"He calls himself 'Fuuma Akaruri Arashi' now,"was the response. "but that is not his original name. Nor is he originally of Mittelmarch. He and your queen came to the land together and befriended one another. When she returned here he remained and made Mittelmarch his home. He has been a guest in your own realm as well. Your queen knows him as-"
"Storm" Elestirne interjected. "You remember him Authion. He was quite in awe of you." She focused her piercing gaze on the messengers. "A personal friend of mine yes,and our contact with Mittelmarch. Can you prove you come from him?"
Both nodded. "Look on the scroll Lady Starbrow,"the second offered,speaking for the first time as the first extended it to her with a bow.
Elestirne accepted the scroll and immediately noted a familiar pendant secured to it-the twin of which she possesed. The seal too,was familiar to her. She nodded faintly to Authion and, reassured, the elven captain relaxed visibly. Olore came to stand at her shoulder as she broke the scroll's seal to read it, sensing her worry and concern and lending strength and confidence.
After a few minutes she looked up;her face hard to read. She inclined her head very faintly to the messengers,her voice calm,revealing nothing. "You have done well." They bowed deeply in response. Elestirne transferred her gaze to Authion. "They are correct- Mittelmarch has need of me and I shall answer. Assemble a force of trusted warriors Authion. We leave as soon as they are ready to ride."
"But my queen.."Authion interjected. "You owe nothing to this land or its people, only friendship. If anything,it is they who owe you my queen."
"Friendship is not measured thus,"Elestirne noted. "It helps willingly in need, not becuse it feels obligated. And so shall I act."
Authion looked at her consideringly,knowing her well. After a moment he bowed deeply, a faintly wry look in his eyes,but a troubled one as well. "At once my Queen. We shall ride for this Mittelmarch. How many warriors shall escort us on this errand of friendship Lady?"
Elestirne looked at him consideringly in turn,then murmured a number and how to divide it;worry plain now in her eyes. The elven-captain nodded and strode off,beckoning the messengers after him. Within two hours all was assembled and arranged. Elestirne had settled the situation of regency in her absence while Authion had assembled the force of warriors she had requested. Olore touched his muzzle to her cheek in a silent gesture of love as she prepared to mount. Back to Mittelmarch...what adventure awaits us this time? She patted his silken neck as she settled into the saddle-not exactly sure how she felt about this journey. The message had called for aid from her personally, not from her as Queen , or her realm. And she had to wonder why Storm had not come personally...
"My lady..." Authion drew abreast of her on Mornaur. His dark green eyes were shadowed. "You are troubled. I would know why that is."
Elestirne only shook her head,worry dark in her silver-grey eyes. "A storm is rising. Trouble is come to my friends in Mittelmarch by the account of the message. The war is past but a new threat has begun to show itself..." A second time she shook her head. "Let us be off." Then,lower so that only he could hear. "I worry that we might get caught in another war and that I wish not to happen,or that I will not be able to provide the help asked of me.."
"Worry about that if it comes my queen," Authion answered,as the elves began to move out, headed by Elestirne,Authion and the messengers.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jul 29, 2008 11:07:24 GMT -5
Storm is sitting at the desk in his room writing a letter to his sister that he had made during the war. He laughs at himself quietly at the thought of seeing her again. How long had it been? A year, a little more than that? He hadn’t really been counting.
“Dear Queen Elesterine Starbrow, sister of mine and fellow warrior,” putting the emphasis on the queen, “I bring you tidings of ill fortune, but out of the shadows, a little light shines through. Trouble brews again for us yet again in Mittelmarch. A new force has appeared from the mist, The Jovians. They are fierce and they are deadly. Unlike our last enemy Grishnak, this enemy has structure and discipline. As of now we have been only in little skirmishes and disagreements but I fear the worst. They apparently have acquired a very powerful artifact, the scepter of Izg’bel, and it is apparently very dangerous. Therefore King Isen is trying to assemble everyone in the land for we have a feeling that it is going to become very, very ugly soon. I myself on some of my scouting missions have seen the Jovian’s machines of war and they’re troops and let us say that they are strong and if we don’t find a way to defeat them Mittelmarch could be in trouble. This is why I write to you my sister and my queen, though I do follow my orders with the Shogun and King Isen, I would rather follow you into battle but this is a story for later. Mittelmarch is in need of your help my lady. I will try my best to arrive in Mittelmarch to meet you and Olore but the orders of my lord and the Shogun are still questionable. I hope to be there but only the god’s know. Though if I do arrive to meet you, you have to address me as Fuuma Akaruri Arashi in the public and in front of the Shogunate but in private talk and non-formal you may address me as Storm like the first time we met. I hope to see you again my sister. I dearly miss you and Olore. There is some important things we need to talk about when you arrive.” May the old gods watch the both of you on your travels Storm Brightblade, Fuuma Akaruri Arashi.”
With that Storm rolled up the scroll put his seal of the Starjewel and walked down stairs. He walked up to the messengers and told them.
“I need this message delivered to the far north. When you go far enough north the mist will envelop you and take you to a crystal gate. From there you need to be without any evil intention and you will be allowed inside. Tell you need to speak with the queen and no one else. She’s a friend of mine and she will see you with the Mittelmarch symbol on your persons. She’ll recognize the seal on the letter too so you don’t need to worry.” The messengers were off. Storm then decided that he would go to the kyuden to see what needed to be done and make himself available.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 1, 2008 12:15:20 GMT -5
An elven-host made its way across the landscape. In the pre-dawn light they were little more than faint wraiths, soundless as ghosts as they passed-the horses as much as the riders. Only the faintest jingle and chime of harness and bells gave any hint of their presence.
In the grey dimness, the leading horse and rider alone stood out. The horse was a regal stallion with a proud,majestic bearing and high head and tail. His coat shone luminous silvery-white and his eyes sparkled a deep, starry azure. On his rider's brow an intricate circlet glimmered as the elven-lady drew her hood back from her head. Silver and sapphire flashed on a finger as she lifted a slender hand.
At the signal the elves halted. Muted colors of horses' coats and the raiment of their riders flashed dimly in the greyness of pre-dawn as they milled; shifting positions and stamping hooves. Immedietly after the signal Authion appeared at her side. "What is it?"
Elestirne was already holding up a hand to forestall the inevitable question, but not in time to prevent it. She shook her head faintly in what might have been tolerant amusement as she answered the captain. "I believe, Authionthat we near Mittelmarch. Look." She drew his attention to a point some ways ahead. "A mist is gathering."
Authion looked and saw that a swirling mist had formed less than a mile directly ahead of them-where there had been no mist but a moment before. Having some knowledge and familiarity with magic, he knew the mist not to be a natural occurence of the weather, and focused on steadying Mornaur-who was beginning to prance and stomp uneasily; sensing that something was out of order. Behind the blood-bay stallion the other elven steeds began to move and snort uneasily as well,as the mist drifted closer. Olore alone stood fast, unshakened, with flared nostrils and shining eyes; seeeming to glow brightly in the pre-dawn dimness.
"It will not hurt us," Elestirne called reassuringly to her host. "It shall take us to Mittelmarch. Hold strong and still and let it come to us."
Some of the elves seemed uncertain, but their trust in their queen was stronger than their fear of the mist and they steadied and calmed their mounts as Authion had done. The mist reached them in seconds but, curiously, there was no dampness to it-only a vague disorientation and sense of traveling without moving. It had an entirely alien feeling that Authion knew was the trademark of the magic connected to it. After only a few moments the odd sensations ceased and the mist dissipated abruptly, revealing an utterly unfamiliar landscape.
Authion looked around; finding himself and the host on the edge of a wood. A few leagues away he could make out walls ringing what must be a city. He looked inquiringly tElestirne, the question plain.
The queen nodded in answer. "We are here." There was a strange expression on her fair face and Authion noted it with concern but he did not have the time to ask as Elestirne beckoned the messengers to her. "Go to the city," she instructed, "and let it be known that you have returned from the errand set you. Let it be known that you have come with aid for Mittelmarch in their time of need; that the Lady Starbrow, Queen of Artanor, has come. If the one who sent you is there have him meet me. If not, I desire to speak with your king. We shall be behind you." They nodded and set off instantly at a gallop as Elestirne led the host at a more leisurely trot in their wake.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Aug 2, 2008 22:52:37 GMT -5
Storm having found out that the shogun had given him the day off decided to go to Mittelmarch to await his sister. Having arrived in Mittelmarch he noticed the elves that he had sent had returned.
"Suilad, did you meet the queen?"
The messenger in the front answered, "Yes we met the queen, she is outside the gate as we speak and we were coming to find you. The queen awaits you at the gates."
"She is here already? Gods that is like Elestirne," Storm looked up and saw a company of elves enter. In the front was a white stallion and a shining circlet shone through the brightest star, "excuse me." With that Storm rode off to meet the queen. He rode to the side of the street and got off.
"Suilad your majesty," Storm bowed low like he had been taught. He then looked over at the stallion she had been riding, "Suilad to you as well master Olore. I hope your travels were fair my queen? It appears you got my message since you grace me with your pressence," he looked up and smiled with a joking, big grin though he was serious about his questions.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 6, 2008 15:05:36 GMT -5
As they neared the city a short time later Authion bent in the saddle to speak with Elestirne. "My queen, what might we expect in the city, and from those dwelling therein?"
"Nothing less than welcome and acceptance-particularily since you are tied to me and all Mittelmarch holds me a friend-but also because Mittelmarch always welcomes those of good that find their way here. Three years is not so long a time as mortals reckon it, so it will not be forgotten that I aided them, and my friends certainly will remember me." There was that odd look on her face again, Authion noted, and this time he would not let it pass. He was as close a friend of the queen as could be claimed-had been since she was a child-and hated seeing her so troubled, even though she was taking pains to conceal it.
"Elestirne, my Queen,"he started firmly-ignoring the gasps he heard for such a familiar adress. "You have been troubled since the day the messengers came and you seem to grow more so the closer we come to the city. What bothers you so my queen? Please, tell me. Is it elf-friend Storm's letter?"
Elestirne looked at him in surprise. Very rarely did he call her by name and only when alone-never anytime else. She deided she owed it it to him to confide her worries and concerns.
"Partly yes, 'tis Storm's letter. It warned me of a rising threat and danger to Mittelmarch-but it requested aid of me personally instead of me as Queen and ally, as should have been done if he were only writing for aid with this threat. Also, if 'twas only this threat that hreatened and only strength in forces that was needed, aid would have been requested formally, by my friend the King. That was not done." A small frown creased her forehead.
"Storm also mentioned 'important things' that he and I must talk about when I arrive and throughout the letter there is a feeling he is purposely leaving something out. I suspect that my aid might not be needed just in strength of forces I command against the threat he named as 'the Jovians', but on some other level. Possibly something has happened to one of my friends." Her eyes clouded some in thoughtful worry.
Authion studied her as they drew near to the stone walls encircling the city. "You said it was only partly elf-friend Storm's letter,"he pressed gently. What else Lady?"
She glanced at him. "Just before you and Olore found me, whilst I was still in contemplation, I recieved a strong feeling that something was amiss somewhere and a sense that it concerned my friends in some way. There was also a sense of something stirring that should not have been stirred, or found that should not have been found...but that was all. Combined with Storm's letter it makes me most uneasy."
Authion's eyes were sympathetic. He laid a hand on hers gently for a brief moment as Mornaur and Olore trotted together;blood bay and shimmering silver coats brilliant in the rising sun as they neared the gates-already open to recieve them.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 6, 2008 15:30:06 GMT -5
The elven-captain fell back now respectfully to his proper place at Olore's flank. The silver stallion trotted in through the gates proudly with head held high, neck arched and tail flagged; deep starry blue eyes sparkling with light and mystery. A soft silver-white glow visibly limned the stallion's form and trailed out behind him like stardust in the wake of a star. Elestirne astride him was a vision of ethereal grace and beauty, combined with regal majesty and quiet dignity. Her clear silver-grey eyes were keen and alert, sparkling with light bright as stars. Only Authion noted the faint shadow of worry marring their brilliance. Her silver-touched midnight hair rippled and glimered unbound down her back like a shadowy veil. A subtle, but unmistakable aura of power surrounded her-tempered by kindness and gentleness-but there. The elven-captain noted quickly the way the townspeople fell back before them in respectful awe.
As the elven-host, Authion heading them, followed their monarch into the city the elven-captain let his chin lift in pride, knowing the sight they presented. Mornaur beneath him arched his neck and began to prance.
Standards waved proudly in the first breeze of morning; showing the symbol of Artanor and the personal crest of Elestirne. The crest of Artanor also showed on uniforms and chestplates, each one worn proudly. Blades and armour flashed in the sun and silver and jewls sparkled and winked on sword hilts, scabbards, harness and the headstalls of bridles.
Numbering a little over 500 it likely seemed great to those watching, but it was only a small fraction of Artanor's army and the forces that could be summoned. When Elestirne had asked for a force of trusted warriors to be asembled in haste Authion had instantly went to the queen's Knights, her personal fighting force and his own command, and had selected those he felt most suited-only a fraction of the knights ranks-and had added to that spellweavers, healers, mounted warriors, swordsmen and archers. A small force-only a little over one-twelfth or so of what could be summoned-but formidable and deadly. Each knew his or her skills and place and would serve with unquestionable loyalty and could be trusted in battle. Nearly all the warriors-mounted and unmounted-Authion had trained or overseen the training of in some part and the Knights had each been trained personally by his own hand. Additionally,the elven-horses themselves were also battle-trained. Whatever threatened this land and the friends of his Queen Authion was sure he and the elven-host could take it.
With a start he came back to himself and stopped Mornaur,throwing up a hand and a quick order to halt the host-having noticed only now that Olore had halted and that a slightly familiar figure was approaching Elestirne.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 6, 2008 15:57:58 GMT -5
As she entered the city Elestirne immedietly noticed a familiar figure hastening towards her. No amount of time could ever dim recognition of the first person she had met in Mittelmarch and one whom she counted elf-friend and more.
Olore halted a foot from Storm as the mortal reached them,and dipped his regal head faintly with a snort at the greeting, repeating it. Greetings Storm.
Elestirne smiled at the greeting and bow but it was faint and the shadow of worry deepened in her silver eyes as she looked on Storm. "I recieved your scroll, yea, and our fortnight's journeying to reach here was uneventful. As soon as your messengers reached me I set out, with a force of trusted warriors." A small movement of her hand indicated the proud elven-host behind her. "Over 500 strong we are and yet that is but a tithe of what I have." Her eyes were shadowed. "Your message hints at things needing to be spoken of-besides the threat which you mentioned. Is there a place where we may speak apart,once my host is settled?" She didn't mean to sound so formal with him but the worry and anticipation of what she might learn,and the uneasy feeling of something being amiss made her so. Authion at her side gave her a quick glance, even as he answered Storm's greeting with a nod and one of his own.
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Post by telemachus on Aug 11, 2008 9:10:00 GMT -5
He was in mid conversation with the Emperor of the Jovians when a familiar energy pulled at his heart. He left and found a private room. He stood out on the balcony it was about mid way up the spire that pierced the sky. He stood with his palms out, he closed his eyes and opened them they were white. And a grayish transparent energy flowed from his eyes and around his body and then shot out into the sky. It swirled downward gliding through the mountains and it came over Mittelmarch circling till it found what it was looking for, it began to descend. From this height you could see the villagers mingling through town, guards making their rounds and Lady Elestirne’s army in formation just outside the gates. It eases down just brushing Elestirne’s ear and he whispers on the wind. Words only Elestirne could hear.
“My fair Queen you have returned. I must see you. I beg meet me alone, three moons from now, Northwest where the forest meets the mountains, I will come alone as well. I can hear you if you speak, but I can only maintain this invocation so long.”
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 20, 2008 0:18:19 GMT -5
As Elestirne awaited Storm's reply she allowed herself a few moments to closely study him. Three years it had been since they had first met and perhaps half that since she had last seen him, and the mortal looked little changed or aged. Older yea, and garbed in the manner of those he had adopted as his people, but the same as she had known him. Or not, she conceded thoughtfully. Something about him seemed different to her keen eyes but what? She had noted his enthusiastic greeting and ready smile instantly and now a shred of doubt mingled with worry. Might it be that what Storm had to tell her was naught bad, as she thought, but good instead? The thought was intrigueing, hopeful-but did not dispel the unease she felt.
Just then,her keen senses picked up the faintest stirring in the air, an imperceptible shifting. The little current had a subtle touch of magic about it, a faint touch that made her stiffen reflexively. It swirled down to her-just brushing her ear-and the elven-queen tensed visibly as she heard a murmur on that magic-guided current,a whisper of words. The voice was familiar-instantly so-and one she had hoped not to hear again. Olore gave a snort of surprise; ears sweeping to attention, then lacing back tensely. He had heard as well, and recognized both the current of magic and the voice. The subtle silver-white glow limning him brightened noticibly and his finely-muscled body went taut as a bow as he lifted a slender foreleg to strike the ground. The starry blue eyes flared momentarily with sapphirine fire. The stallion's voice was grimly satisfied.
So he still lives... That is well-I had not forgotten what has happened here and he has much to answer for. But he is fool if he dares think you will meet him without me at your side.
What can he want? Elestirne asked as the current of air faded away-the voice with it. Her thoughts held worry.
Hard to tell with his kind, but likely to try to tempt you again, or to try to keep you from helping Mittelmarch in some way-as he did before. Strange however, that he requests-nay,begs-a meeting with you three moon's hence.
Shall I answer?
The stallion gave a snort of disgust. No. He knows you heard, and that you will come-in curiousity if nothing else. Do not deign to answer lady. He has a reason to be calling on you but we will learn it three moons from now, not here. Take note-our reactions ha'e been noted.
Indeed, Elestirne only now registered Authion's worried voice at her elbow. "My lady-queen, what is it? What is wrong?" Some of her people behind him had seen as well and murmured and shifted worriedly as her captain revoiced his question. "My Queen?"
"A message only Authion," she answered at last. "Naught else. I am well." She turned shadowed, gaurded eyes to Storm; knowing he could not have missed her's and Olore's actions. There was a scorched furrow in the ground scarce an inch from Storm's boot where Olore's strike had found its mark. Her melodic voice,when she spoke, held a strange note of grimness uncharateristic of her. "We must speak. Find a secure place nin mellon. Immedietely."
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Aug 20, 2008 10:09:17 GMT -5
Storm had seen what had happened. Elestirne's stop and then Olore's stomp into the ground. Something was not right.
"My lady, is something the matter?"
Elestirne looked at him with a smile and with her melodic voice said, "We must speak. Find a secure place nin mellon. Immedietely."
Storm didn't expect the sudden assertion in her voice, "Very well. A room has been prepared for you at our castle, kyuden i have learned in the Rokugani language. If you dont mind a short ride, a few hours, a day at the most, we can be there and Tatsamura-dono had given me the day off duty just to meet you here and i know he would be most delighted to see you. But first we should allow you and your company rest. Come let us go to the Inn and have us a meal, on me my lady."
With that he escourted the queen to the inn. He walked in and took his usual spot by the fire. He pulled out the chairs for the queen and Authion and ordered a bottle of elven wine.
"Well my lady here is as good a spot as we are going to get. How fairs Artanor? And Authion I apologize I haven't given you a proper welcome. This right here is the Silvermoon Tavern. I have spent a many good night here. It actually gives my families Inn back in Solamnia a run for its money," Storm chuckled, "but now onto more pressing matters. As I have told you I have been searching for my mother and the search has bared some fruit. I found a village more east of here that was filled with outcasts of people. Half-breeds mostly and there was one who called me one of them because i wasn't completely human, I had some mixed blood. He couldn't tell me because the human blood was thick but he could make out something. He said most likely elf but i can't see where he got that from."
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 22, 2008 22:05:08 GMT -5
Elestirne dismounted, her face solemn. Behind her Authion and those of her force that were horsed did the same. "We rest here,"she said to them. "Take refreshment and await Authion's and mine return. We shall be on the road again soon after." Her warriors saluted smartly and immediently went about loosening girths and armour as she,Olore and Authion folowed Storm to the Inn. The elven-queen nodded slightly,solemnly as she listened to her friend. Never had she been to Tatsumura's hold-since this was the first returning to Mittelmarchian soil since the war-but she was aware that he had established his own hold and following in this land and that Storm had joined him. She had not realized,however, that his hold lay so close. "It shall be good to see Tatsumura again," she agreed quietly, "and to see his hold. And the room shall be welcome if Tatsumura will welcome my own as well."
At this point they had reached and entered the Inn. Elestirne seated herself and sipped the provided wine in silence with a small nod of thanks as Storm continued talking. Authion took note of her pensive expression and answered for her.
"No apoligy is needed elf-friend Storm and my thanks for the wine. It does much to ease the dry throat caused by the dust of the road. In answer of your question, Artanor fares as it always has hidden behind our mountains and wards: at peace and inviolate. But we are not here to speak of such things."
"No," broke in Elestirne now, casting aside her thoughtful silence. "We are not. We are here because of your message." She fixed a penetrating gaze on Storm, her silver eyes bright and keen, face solemn. She listened patiently, nodding as he told of searching for his mother-a quest that had driven him since before they had known each other. She would have helped him had it been in her ability. Her eyes brightened some, faintly, in interest at his last remarks however and a smile,briefly,touched her face along with a surprised look.
"So, after all these years of searching you have at last found something that might be a clue towards your mother's identity. I am happy for you friend." Her voice held naught but heartfelt gladness, even though her face remained troubled. "Little though it may seem it is more than you had. Perhaps more shall reveal itself to you later. As for the words spoken to you..."
She paused,taking a moment to scrutinize her friend closely. There was nothing obvious on the surface to suggest that Storm was anything other than what he appeared to be-a mortal man. No doubt the average passerby or stranger would take him for such and think nothing more on it, but Elestirne could tell there was something more,beneath the surface. Whether it was her long friendship with him that allowed her to realize this or something deeper the elven-queen could recognize he was not full human. Mostly,yes-human blood was thick in him-but not fully.
Upon close inspection one could see that his facial structure was more refined and angular than mortal faces were ussually, his features slightly sharper. Unfortunately,this was not great enough to make much an overall difference and at their first meeting she had simply taken it to be how men of his home commonly looked. Now she saw clearer. There was other blood in him,though it was overshadowed by the dominant human blood. A tug of recognition deep in the fey strains of her blood that she had felt shortly after meeting Storm and then put aside came to mind now and she nodded very slightly. "I believe what they told you has truth my friend. You ha'e some elven blood in you."
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 29, 2008 22:41:13 GMT -5
Elestirne... Olore's solemn voice reverberated in her mind as she sat awaiting Storm's rsponse, idlly sipping her wine. Instantly,she set the cup down and responded. Yes Olore?
The silver stallion would call her by name occasionally, but not often enough to be commonplace; ussually only if he had something of importance to note or say and wished to be certain he had her full focus and attention. Elestirne had learned very early in their relationship that it was wise to listen to anything he had to say. What is it friend?
Did you mark that, when Telemachus begged you to meet him, it was to be in three nights my lady?
Nights...? Aye... Trust Olore to pick up that obscure reference. 'Three moons' would commonly mean three months,or even three weeks-three phrases of the moon-but obscurely it meant three times of the moon thus, three nights. Most strange...
Mark you also that he wishes to meet where the forest meets the mountains lady.
North...murmured Elestirne thoughtfully. By his old stronghold perhaps? She could almost see the stallion toss his mane as he responded.
Likely. Possibly to lure you from Mittelmarch, or try to tempt you with some offer-as I've already mentioned.
I wonder,Elestirne mused. If he has the ability to contact me as he did, why not seek me in person? And why beg me to meet him...?
He is now a known traitor to Mittelmarch-thanks in part to us and to his own actions in being involved with Grish'nak against them. He would be killed on sight, without hesitation, if he showed himself here-which he is too smart to do There was a snort of derision,or disgust. As for your second question Elestirne...he is desperate. The outcome of the war ruined and weakened him-I would not be surprised if he lost many if not all of his surviving followers afterwards. He is likely reduced to hiding in the mountains and haunting the land around his old home. He's starved for power because he's lost so much,if not all, of his in the war. He can't come near Mittelmarch but if he can meet with you and try to tempt you again-perhaps to help him-he will.
Elestirne's eyebrows met as a slight frown creased her forehead. Her clear grey eyes clouded. You think he would know better after the first time...
There is no 'knowing better' when you are desperate milady,was Olore's tart response. He will do whatever he can if he thinks it might give him a chance to regain power-tempting or appealing to you included
Elestirne did not answer for a moment. She saw Authion glance at her,slightly worriedly, but he had been with her long enough to be able to tell when her and Olore were in conversation,and he left her be;knowing he would be told later,if it were important enough. The elven-queen thought for a few seconds,then inhaled sharply as a realization came to her with the clarity of foresight. The scepter! The one the Jovians found...it is bound to have great power. I would not doubt if he might be trying to ally with them to find a way to possess it and hold its power-if he hasn't already... The clouded look in her eyes deepened.
Olore's tone was thoughtful. Yes,he is likely after the scepter-but if that was all,he would not be begging you to meet him my lady. There is something else he is after-something possibly to do with you or I-and we'll learn it when we meet with him. For now... She sensed him stirring restlessly outside. I would fain rather be on our way to Tatsumura's and not linger here any longer than necesary. And I suggest that we not let our guards down in the slightest,until we know we are safe with friends... She nodded slowly,worriedly, in agreement to herself, then brought herself back to the present and resumed awaiting Storm's reaction to her observation...
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Sept 2, 2008 20:46:59 GMT -5
"What did Olore say my lady? Was it something about me," asked Storm curiously.
As Storm said that their food arrived at their table.
"Ah pork," Storm took a bite of his roasted pork, "delicious my lady. Best I have had in many days. Of course the diet in the castle usually calls for rice, chicken, and fish. But let us enjoy each others' company as we eat and can talk more on the way to the castle," Storm then took the bottle of elven wine from Artanor, "Wine from your own land my lady," Storm poured some all around the table. Their lunch was a fairly quick one with the urgency of their arrival. Storm tipped the waitress and left with his two friends. Storm then proceeded to mount his horse and allowed the queen to rally her troops. Then they were off. Storm rode at the head of the column with the queen in the middle and Authion on her right. They were a good hour out of Mittelmarch when Storm decided to break the silence.
"So what happened back there at the Inn? What did Olore tell you?"
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Sept 4, 2008 22:58:04 GMT -5
Elestirne looked at Storm consideringly for moment; wondering,briefly, why he did not ask how and why she could tell for certain he had elven blood. Either the bond of friendship between us is so deep that he trusts my word without question far more than I thought he did, or he has seen how unsettled I-and Olore-is and has decided to withold his questions for now-however curious he might be. Or both. After a moment she shook her head faintly-brushing the thoughts away until later-as she answered.
"No friend; naught about you." A brief smile flickered at her lips and the troubled look in her clear eyes eased some. He has grown more perceptive since last I saw him if he so easily discerns that Olore and I were speaking to one another, and not that I was simply deep in thought-as he would have assumed once. "As for what we were speaking of..."
She paused-in the briefest of hesitations-then shook her head subtly but definetly. Silver shimmers glimmered through the deep midnight of her hair. "That shall not be spoken of now. Not here. Later."
With that, she focused on enjoying the light ,brief meal before her as best as she could-even allowing herself a brief moment of delight at finding the seal of Artanor on the bottle of elven-wine that Storm presented to her and Authion. The elven-captain,however, gave a start of surprise. Clearly,she noted with the faintest bit of amusement,it had not occured to him that the unique position Storm enjoyed as ambassador and elf-friend-and great personal friend of her's-gave him the ability and privilege to procure the wine-almost never allowed beyond Artanor's borders.
They finished soon after and the four proceeded to where Elestirne had left the host at rest. Her warriors immediently sprang back to attention as they reappeared; saluting,bowing, and swiftly assembling in formation or swinging astride their mounts at a word from Authion. After lightly leaping atop Olore,she nodded to Storm to lead. Her host followed as he led them out of the city,then started to curve northwards gradually. They rode in relative silence for a time,but Elestirne could sense Authion glancing at her a few times and knew the question that would soon come. It was Storm to ask first-of what Olore had spoken to her about at the Inn, and what had happened before that.
Olore snorted deeply;starry eyes darkening. He flicked sculpted ears backwards briefly,then lengthened his stride to break even with Storm's mount. Elestirne waited until Authion had urged his stallion up on her other side, then spoke.
"As you were coming up to us my friend,just after we had arrived, I recieved a...message. From a...old aquaintence you might say." Olore snorted again-this one of disgust-and laid his ears back as Elestirne continued; adressing both Authion and Storm now and glancing between the two alternately. "It was from the sorceror who..."she chose her next words carefully,"... sent a minion to spirit me away after the ambush on us on the way to the Black Gate-as Olore and I were on our way back to warn Mittelmarch." To Storm only. "You saw him,when Olore led you and the others to the stronghold in the mountains to recover me."
At this,Olore's ears went flat against his skull and he lashed out in midstride with a foreleg as they trotted along. White sparks flared briefly into being at the place the sharp hoof struck, and the subtle silver-white radiance limning the silver stallion's form brightened some-faintly,but definetly.
Elestirne laid a gentle,consoling hand along his gleaming neck in sympathy;knowing he was remembering that night, and his frustration,shame and helplessness in being unable to prevent her capture,despite his best efforts to keep her safe,despite his power and magic. She fell silent now,for the moment; waiting to see the reactions and emotions her words would bring from the two before continueing, and answering the second of Storm's questions.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Sept 10, 2008 22:44:40 GMT -5
Authion was rendered mute for a long moment, as he absorbed what his lady-queen had said, and its implications. It took a little time for it all to sink in entirely.
The elven-captain had been one of the very few souls Elestirne had trusted enough to confide the full tale of her first journey to this land, three years previous. Precious few others knew and- considering what she had told him-it was for the best. There was only one she could b speaking of that would have gotten such a strong reaction from Olore...only one sorcerer she had told him of... The one who had kidnapped her and spirited her away to his stronghold to prevent her from being able to help this land... Telemachus...that was his name. He had hurt his queen, then tried to tempt her into joining his side... Authion felt anger and outrage welling in him and heated words burst forth before he could stop himself.
" Him... Telemachus you called him...the one that tried to tempt you into helping him take over this land, and then rule it jointly as his Queen? He that kidnapped you, hurt you...nearly killed you? What can he want? Why would he contact you? How would he dare!" Authion's normally even voice held a hard edge of disgust and wrath to it.
His emerald eyes glittered dangerously as a hand slipped to grip his sword. "If he comes near you again lady...if he tries... I swear to you...on my life and honor, and the memory of all of my family whom have always protected yours he is mine!" His voice was coldly serious; full of a deadly wrath.
He was startled as Olore turned his fine head to look directly at him. The stallion's voice filled his mind-deep, musical and ringing-as his starry blue eyes held his gaze unblinkingly. There are others before you on that claim Elven Knight, Protector of the Crown. Remember that you are not the only one who cares for-or who is pledged to protect-the lady-queen. Be at peace Authion. No danger threatens. Yet.
The elven-captain calmed somewhat-but still seethed inwardly at the thought of his queen potentially being threatened by this sorcerer again. The startlement of having Olore speak to him though, did much to dispute that,though the feeling lingered. The stallion did not speak directly to him often-had only done so a little more than a handful of times in fact-and the surprise of him doing so now quite made Authion forget much of his wrath. Instead,the captain focused on Storm, curious to see how he would react to this news. And after that, Authion would have questions for his queen. The spark of wrath still smoldered though,and he could not quench it.
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Post by telemachus on Sept 11, 2008 15:09:24 GMT -5
“How much longer will this take!?” orders a Jovian soldier.
Deep in one of the thousands of caves in the Iron Mountains, a squad of Jovian soldiers have escorted Telemachus to his cavernous library. He searches for the book that references the amulet that was once bonded to the chest of K’nar Bloodhoof. The book contains the words required to activate amulet’s power. It requires great energy and Telemachus believes the Scepter of Isg’bel could be used as the source of that energy. He plans to use it to send the Jovians back to their home world.
“As long as it takes, stupid orcs came and made a mess of things,” complains, Telemachus.
Telemachus stacks books into certain places as he fishes through the piles.
“It’s nearly dark sorcerer!?”
“Oh, are the mighty Jovians afraid of the dark?”
The soldier grabs Telemachus slamming him to a bookshelf. “Listen here you old…”
Telemachus calmly chants something under his breath. Instantly the Jovian’s armor begins to steam. The soldier drops to his knees screaming. The smell of burning flesh is enough for the other soldier to back off. They’ve never seen true magic. They are frightened. They don’t say it, but they wish the Emperor never made a deal with Telemachus. The flesh of the soldier begins to boil off the bones as he drops to the cave floor, the sound of hollow metal rings off the stone. Telemachus darts his eyes keenly to the other three soldiers.
“I’ve lived ten of your life times, do not underestimate me.”
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Sept 16, 2008 17:49:30 GMT -5
"Telemachus," Storm spits away from the queen after saying his name, "pardon my manner lady. I always get a nasty feeling in my mouth when I think or say that name. Well if you need anything when or if you speak with him. Just let me know. I can have my shinobi scouting and escorting you there if you wish to speak with him. and our shinobi are the best there were. Simply for the fact we are the only shinobi in the land." Storm chuckles after his last comment. "Well looky here," Storm points up the road, "we're just about there." Storm kicks up the pace of the entire company. As soon as the reach the end of the road there is a clearing and at the bottom of the valley stands a might castle unlike any other the elves had seen before. "Well my lady there it is, Kyuden Tatsamura, castle of the Tou Fuu Shogunate. Come Tatsamura-dono should be inside waiting our arrival." With that Storm leads the company towards the castle town.
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Post by Kotaro on Sept 17, 2008 6:36:26 GMT -5
Kotaro is in the garden, reading a book to pass the time, when he hears two very familiar voices. He looks up to see Akaruri-kun and Lady Elestirne walking down the stone-hewn path. Putting the book in his pocket, he stands to meet them.
"The Lady Elestirne," Kotaro said, bowing low. "How good it is to see you again. I trust Akaruri-kun has been a gracious host?" he asked the elven queen.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Sept 17, 2008 22:11:03 GMT -5
The elven-queen nodded faintly to both;confirming their suspicions. Her silver eyes were grave. "Yes,it was Telemachus." Olore snorted again, and his ears laced back, but he refrained from striking out this time. Elestirne paused but a moment, weighing their strong reactions against what she next must tell them.
"As for what he wants, and what Olore and I were speaking of..."she gave a brief nod to both again before continueing. "He...wishes-begs rather-a meeting with me three nights from now, at the point where the forest meets the mountains." Unconsiously, her gaze swung to that point for a moment before returning to the two warriors. "I have not yet decided what I will do-whether I will meet him or no. That is my decision and mine alone and I shall make it before the three days re past, but not now. And I will be sure to tell you of it when it is made. And I will certainly consider your offer Storm otorno. As for Olore and I's conversation..."she paused, almost hesitating.
"It concerned Telemachus and his motives for contacting me but more than that I will not say. Not here. Not now. Not whilst we are out in the open." Her eyes darkened and her lovely face took on a troubled look. "Perhaps later, after we have reached Tatsumura's holding and are within his walls, will I speak." With the subtlest shake of her head she warned off Authion and reiterated. "Not here."
Soon after, Storm makes the claim that they are close and increases the pace some. A few hours later they come to the holding and, as her elves look on with wonder Elestirne-though with no less wonder-only nods slightly. Odd it certainly looked to the elves, but there was no doubt that it was strong, and would be easily defended. And the strange archetexture...suited Tatsumura.
Olore blew out his breath. It fits him lady. I look forward to seeing the windwalker again. With that, they followed Storm as he made for the castle-town. Elestirne's elven force followed behind her and Authion; armour,harness and banners glimmering and glinting in the sun.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Sept 17, 2008 23:55:20 GMT -5
As they come into the holding, the inhabitants cast them surprised and wondering looks- even, in some cases,awed ones. It was plain that they had never seen so many elves in their lives,nor any like those of Artanor. Elestirne at the host's head allowed the faintest of smiles to ghost her features. Artanor the hidden, Artanor the warded. Very seldom had any of its elves been seen outside of its borders,if at all-with the noted exception of herself- and never in such numbers. And never had any been seen here,in this land, but herself. She noticed the people's gazes on Olore too,and her faint smile increaed minimally. Nor had they ever seen anything like Olore,or would ever again.
The silver stallion walked in majestic beauty and dignity,coat shimmering, deep azure eyes sparking; a halo of silver-white luminence limning his form and trailing out behind him faintly. The aura of immense power,majesty and magic, and sense of something otherworldly/more than it appeared surrounded him palpably.
As Storm brought them to a halt,Elestirne swung lightly down and looked around with interest. It appeared to her that Tasumura had done well since last she had seen him. From a mysterious enigma he was now as a lord;with power,a following and a castle. As her host was dismounting(even those whose role in any fighting would be to be unmounted) had ridden, as it was easiest and swiftest. All of them would need lodging-stalls for the horses, rooms for the company. Would there be room for several hundred elves and their mounts here in addition to those that lived here?
As she was wondering,someone approached almost tentatively. Elestirne nodded to Authion and the warrior spoke for a few minutes with the individual, then nodded back to her and-with a few short commands-began to lead the elven-force to what must be the stables. He cast her a look however,before going, and she knew she would have questions/words from him later-most likely concerning Telemachus. Of all the elves present he alone had she confided the full tale to.
Once she was assured that her host and their mounts would be seen to-and after she had sent Olore with them-Elestirne allowed Storm to lead her away. Before he went to the stables Olore touched his nose to her shoulder briefly. I shall rejoin you. Worry not-Authion shall see that the warriors are all comfortably settled,and their mounts. I will bring him when I come to find you. She nodded faintly,then walked with Storm along the stone paths of the garden,where-to her surprise-they happened upon Kotaro. The mortal stood as they approached and greeted her.
She thought carefully before answering. "It is good to see you once again as well Kotaro and to answer you he has been a good host but his abilities have not been tried too severely as we have only arrived here a few hours ago,after he met me in Mittelmarch." Here the melodic tones of her lilting voice faltered as a troubled look entered the clear grey eyes. " Akaruri-"the name was unfamiliar to her but she would respect Storm's wish to be called by it before Tatsumura's people,even though Kotaro had known him as Storm before the war. But he was Storm's lord now, she remembered."-has not told you why I have come then,before he left to meet me?" The faintly troubled look deepened in her silver eyes as she looked between the two men.
A soft snort and the faintest sound of footsteps signaled that Olore had found her,with Authion in tow. The stallion's breath stirred her midnight hair lightly as he came to stand at her right shoulder,Authion just behind at her left. The mystical being's voice was resonant as he spoke to Kotaro and only to Kotaro,though Elestirne heard. Greetings Kotaro,though perhaps not well met. It is good to see you again. I look forward to seeing your lord windwalker again as well. If you do not know why my lady Elestirne and I are here or how, you should ask. It is not for a friendly visit you may be sure. The stallion's starry blue gaze was unblinking.
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Post by Kotaro on Sept 18, 2008 7:48:56 GMT -5
Kotaro nodded. It seems as much.
"Please, join me in the garden. You apparently have much to tell me." With that, he summoned a set of straw tatami mats to be placed on the grass. "Please sit. You've had a long journey to be sure. Now what troubles you, my lady?"
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Sept 19, 2008 21:59:57 GMT -5
Slowly,Elestirne settled herself gracefully on one of the mats provided;sitting with her legs drawn up alongside her. With a small wave of her hand she motioned for Authion to join her and the knight did so almost hesitantly,seating himself at her left and giving Kotaro an intent,yet curious look. Olore joined them at her right, but did not lay down. He remained viligantly standing, his coat shimmering softly and his deep eyes depthless and mysterious.
She gave Kotaro a faint nod, sweeping a piercing look over him as she speculatively echoed his words. " 'Much to tell'... Yes. And from you as well,not only I. Much may happen in and to a mortal realm in three years. But there will be time for catching up later. First you should know why and how it is that Olore and I are here and why no word was sent in forewarning, or it is that no one knows or has learned of our coming." She glanced briefly to Storm before transferring her gaze back to Kotaro.
"If Storm otorno has neglected to tell you, his liege, why it was that he must ride to Mittelmarch perhaps he had a good reason. But I see no reason not to tell you why I am here now that I am. Storm wrote a message to me and sent messengers at speed to my realm bearing it. This message spoke of the threat to Mittelmarch from these... Jovians, and of the very powerful sceptor that had fallen into their hands. He expressed a concern that things might very soon come to blows between you and them and asked-requested-that I come; saying that Mittelmarch has need of me. Not from me as Queen, or of my realm, but of me personally. And so I have come, in remembered friendship, and because of the earnest request of Storm-though he has chosen a different name among you-elf-friend and otorno, who would not have sent to me if he did not believe it was merited/truly needed. Over 500 elves have accompanied Olore and I-but a tithe of my forces-to aid how they may those who call on their queen to aid them for friendship."
She paused briefly;subjecting not only Kotaro, but Storm as well,to a keen lancing look. "And thus the answer of why and how it is that I and Olore are here-or part of it. Other things there are that must be said/spoken of but I would rather that they are done so in the presence of your lord Tatsumura,for he should certainly hear them and I only wish to say them once." The silver light in her clear eyes seemed to dim and flicker. "Then shall you know what troubles me-or part at least." Olore snorted,but said nothing.
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Post by Kotaro on Sept 20, 2008 7:52:14 GMT -5
Kotaro nodded. "I understand."
With a wave of his hand, Kotaro summoned a nearby samurai. "Please inform Tatsumura-dono that we have a most esteemed visitor, the Lady Elestirne." The samurai bowed, turned on his heel and left to find the Shogun.
"And now we wait," said Kotaro, turning back to the elven queen. "But you are correct, the Jovians pose a serious threat, despite the fact that we do not know their intentions. And with the Warband here as well, we find ourselves fighting on two fronts. We can most certainly use the aid of your elven warriors."
Kotaro turned to the elf sitting to Lady Elestirne's left. "And who might you be, sir? I don't believe we've met before."
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