Frosthold-swords and sorcery

[Furion9]

Dalion Tah'Ladrias

Dalion grins at the Riada's question and steps up side Cahir, his own sword at the read as he silently prepares a few spells.

"Me? I'm just your average elf...looking for a bit of fun with some orcs. You two run way too slow..."

His voice is laced with humor despite their situation. Out of the corner of his eye he spots the lone Beast-folk and the sorceress quickly bearing down on him.

"I'll be right back..." He announces as he renews the speed enhancement upon himself and kicks off, darting past a few orcs and cutting their throats as he lands next to Darra, and grabs the Shaman's arm.

"Kick off!" Dalion calls out as he does the same, his wings beating furiously to keep them both aloft as he speeds back to the pair of Riada, setting Darra down behind Cahir, parrying a few arrows along the way.

"These orcs are easy, but that sorceress is something else..." says Dalion as he stretches and joins the fray, dodging and hacking his way gracefully and swiftly through the orcs immediately infront of him.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Cahir and Forgall

"Forgall, attend to the orcs, the sorceress is mine!" Cahir yelled and Forgall roared his warcry and threw himself at a mass of orcs. "Your battle is with me witch!" Cahir proceeded with a traditional dueling challenge "I am Prince Cahir MacCernach, son of King Cernach MacEamon, Ard Righ of Frosthold, grandson of Eamon Swiftspear MacFionn, Clann of the O'Dochartaigh, turn and face me fell witch!"

 

[deevo]

Darra O'Ferducha

OOC: I hope you don't mind the paragraph on the legend of the O'Dorchartaigh clan. You don't need to pay any heed to it, but I figured it would be something my character would have heard, and allows him to make sense of Cahir's actions.

IC:

The sorceress stood above him, fire burning in her eyes. Darra was not easily frightened, but at that moment he had to confess he was afraid. Suddenly he felt someone grab him from behind. Before he could say anything, he heard the stranger shout, “Kick off!” and then he was in the air. The elf had swooped past and picked him up, leaving him behind the Riada before he ventured back into the fray. Darra didn’t even get a chance to thank him.

He would thank him after the battle was done. Crouched on the ground, Darra watched the two Riada charge forward. The older man was clearly experienced in such matters; the old scars visible on his arms told the tale of a life in battle. The younger man was smaller, a boy really. Yet he fought like a champion of old.

Darra was still shocked to see him run towards the sorceress. He did not know what he was doing!

"I am Prince Cahir MacCernach, son of King Cernach MacEamon, Ard Righ of Frosthold, grandson of Eamon Swiftspear MacFionn, Clann of the O'Dochartaigh, turn and face me fell witch!"

O’Dochartaigh. Darra knew the name well. His grandfather, a seanchaí of great renown, had enchanted him with stories of a magnificent warrior from the East who had travelled across the land of Frosthold. The goddess of the earth herself had awarded this warrior the task of unifying the land, and as such she had bestowed upon him great gifts of speed, strength and wisdom. Many dark lords fell before his sword. He was the greatest of all Riada; the greatest there would ever be, according to Darra’s grandfather. This warrior was the founder of the O’Dochartaigh clan, and if this boy was really of such noble blood, perhaps he had it in him to force the sorceress into submission.

Darra was woken from his thoughts by the orc charging behind him. Quickly he drew his staff up and jabbed the beast in the face, sending its nose into its skull. They were trying to get to the girl. Darra still did not have the strength to face them all off, but he knew who did.

He scratched across his forearm and howled into the sky as his blood fell to the ground. Replies came quickly from all around. His brothers and sisters were coming.

The wolfpack came out of the shadows like ghosts. Darra pointed them towards the battle. They rushed forward and working together began to pull down the orcs, tearing at their flesh. The pack could protect the girl. Meanwhile, Darra moved towards the corpse of the orc he had just killed. The stink was unimaginable, and made him retch. But he knew what he had to do if he wished to be of any use. He needed to regain his strength. He needed the meat.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Cahir and Forgall

OOC: Nah its really cool, 'sall good

"YOU WILL DIE CHILD!!" the witch said to him and threw a bolt of power. Cahir threw up an eldritch shield and caught it, magnifying and firing back. The witch sidestepped and cast another hex, which Cahir blocked. Cahir leapt at the witch, his runeblade thirsty for blood, and ran her through. the remaining orcs fled "I thank you for your aid, Noble Elf, and you as well Mighty Shaman." He said, going over to Shila's prostrate body.

 

[little_golden]

The spell from the dark sorceress had been insidious. She had snared the townsfolk and those who thought of themselves as invisible heroes. Her small band of orcs had fired countless rounds of bolts from their crossbows and arrows from their bows, yet the magnificent heroes continued on and on. Though the odds against them were very great they so easily slew all beasts and foes alike. The orcs were dumbfounded by their inability to hold back the handful of townsfolk. Surely the Gods must be against us they thought though they battled on.

Shila twitched and moaned. Those watching her would see her suffer incredible pain. Large black splotches appeared across her skin and every few seconds a boil from her skin would burst and further spread the airborne virus. The black plague was a brutal black horseman of death.

For several minutes though the pain was excruciating Shila shook and gasped. At times she screamed though unsure whether any sound escaped her numb lips. Finally as death came over her she was at peace. Several of the orcs unaware they were contaminated too along with all those on the battlefield continued their hand to hand combat but slowly they too succumbed to the black death. They too became a breeding ground and the virus floated towards the nearby town whose inhabitants had re-nestled into their beds after the raid. The few surviving orcs fled on foot though they too would spread the plague.

The dark sorceress cackled aloud. She knew the heroes would carry the virus too even if they didn't succumb to its powers of death. But they would spread it. The black plague they would carry from land to land, and by ship to different ports. When they learned of the black plague there would be mass panic. Many would flee the town and with them they would infect other towns. It would be glorious the death and destruction that would be caused.

Though challenged by one of the invincible heroes, the dark sorceress had her own plans. Invoking her own dark magic as the hero ran her through with his sword she simply vanished into the thin winter's air. Though she was gone the evil menace she had invoked now had a life of its own. Was she dead or gone no one who witnessed the battle could say with certainty.

Meanwhile back at the town, the first victims to succumb to the black plague were the very young and the very old..... The epidemic was well underway.

 

[Furion9]

Dalion Tah'Ladrias

Dalion took a step back and looked physically sick as the epidemic started to spread, and he knew at that instant that he and his companions were also contaminated.

"This is not good..."

He wipes and sheathes his sword as he draws a symbol in the air, casting resistance spells over himself and the others in an attempt to slow the effects of the plague.

His turns toward the direction of the village, looking confused for the first time..

"We have to get back to the village... Whatever this plague is, we have to stop it from spreading..."

OOC: (( ouch on that trump card ))

 

[rengadeirishman]

Cahir and Forgall

OOC: Im not sure if i even want to play with that event but i guess i will

"Your right. Forgall lets go" Cahir said casting an energy spell to give them the energy to get back.

 

[little_golden]

Alvina, the Dark Sorceress, magically teleported into her keep on the Dark Island called Despair. She shook her head with relief knowing that she was still in one piece. It had been very close and for a split second she had thought the warrior had split her into two. Her plan had been simple yet effective. She would create her own plague upon a far away land and then nobility of that great land would pay her handsomely for removing the black plague. The teleporting spell had drained her more than she had expected. She was tired and would need sleep.

The Dark Sorceress was both smart and beautiful. She was tall and stood a good 6 feet in height, though she was thin and weighed a mere five stones. Her hair was long and black, her skin was an unnatural white though very beautiful. Her body had feminine had proportionate curves and was delightful to look upon.

At times during her life, she had taken prisoners and used them as her sex slaves. Men were vile creatures and she would punish them and their lands for their impunity. With the gold she would ransom from them, she would build an army of the undead and invade the nearby kingdoms. In time she would be a queen of her own lands and many people would do her bidding.

Despite her magical powers, she knew she was no match for an army of warriors or even a band of hired mercenaries. Though she could cast a collection of dark spells and create great calamity, the power of steel could claim her either as she slept or when her power had been exhausted. She knew she could charm men or seduce them with great efficiency, but her powers were limited to a few men at a time and had absolutely no effect on women.

For the orcs she bore no pity. They had been paid for the raid on the town. They were unwitting allies in attack and true to her word they had escaped with much loot. Though she had been surprised they had been repelled so quickly and handily.

The warriors who had followed her orcs were powerful and she wondered if they would come in search of her.

On a post in the town, one of the orcs had left a blood stained scroll which read:

"Death to those who defy the Dark Sorceress Alvina. Save yourself and flee. Save your lands by paying a worthy tribute in gold."

Exhausted from her evil work Alvina went to sleep in her large four poster bed....

 

[deevo]

Darra O'Ferducha

OOC: I agree, that came out of nowhere. An interesting curveball, I must admit.

IC:

Darra stood, his strength regained, having absorbed some of the orc’s power in his flesh. He did not know what was going on, how the disease had sprung up so quickly. The wolves, before so fierce in their attack, had moved away back into the trees, whimpering. What evil magic was this?

The girl lay dead. All that struggle and the girl was dead. What was he doing here? Why had he even heeded the words of the woman on the mountain?

The woman. Darra suddenly remembered her command. Once they had retrieved the girl he was to lead them back up the mountain. She had never said the girl would be alive. Whether this woman was a madwoman or a witch or the goddess herself, Darra felt she must have the answer.

The others were beginning to move back down towards the village. “Wait!” he called. “We cannot go back there. There is nothing we can do for those people. We must head up into the mountain.” He pointed towards the young woman’s disfigured corpse. “And we must bring her with us.”

 

[rengadeirishman]

Cahir and Forgall

"Why do you say this Wise one?" Forgall asked. "That mountain is suicide, and I must protect the prince."

 

[Ankara]

OOC: Do you mind if I join in... you'll have to cut me alittle slack on some of the names and weapons, I'm new at this... so any OOC help you can give would be great.

IC:
Shayla Fae'Danan
Race: Half human, Half dragon elf
height: 5'10
weight: 130
age: 26
hair: white blond
eyes: blue as northern lakes
weapon:Longbow, staff with protection runes on it
Occupation: Scout. mage

Shayla watched from a tree. These humans, orcs, all the same, all violent and craving blood... or women. She saw the bundle hanging from one of the orcs. What battle wouldn't be complete without the standard damsel in distress.
Shayla was just passing through when she heard the first clang of metal, when she climbed the tree out of sight. One thing did catch her eye... The scorceress... odd that she was associating herself with these orcs. Shayla was about to climb down the tree and continue on her way when the battle was just about over when things got nasty. She froze when she saw the woman the orc had been carrying break out in the black spots and die. She could feel the desease bust from the other woman's body and spread to the surrounding combatants. She could feel it touch her, she dropped to the ground and placed her hands in the soil under the snow. Drawing strength from the earth. She knew she could fight it off, but she couldn't stop herself from carrying it. She heard the fighting stop, and looked over at the group of men begining to walk over to the red haired woman's body. " What a group of thicked headed idiots, are they actually going to take the body back to the village, they'll infect everyone, if they're not already infected." She shook her head as she found herself running over to the womans body and notching an arrow. " GET AWAY." She shouted at the approaching men. A little voice in her head asked her why it was any of her buisness, probaly her human mother's influence messing everything up, but she was here now, and she wasen't letting the infection go any further than it had to.

 

[deevo]

Darra O'Ferducha

OOC: I wouldn't worry too much. I'm pretty new to online roleplaying, so I'm kind of learning too. And there's already been so many twists and turns in this story that I doubt your addition will cause any major disruption. ;-)

IC:

Darra turned to the experienced warrior. “I have my orders, as do you,” he replied. “A power greater than any here has given me the task of guiding you into the mountain. I cannot say what will happen there, but I feel we have no choice. I cannot force you to come with me, but I hope you will.”

They moved closer to the woman’s body, the black sores leaking pus.

“At the very least, let us shroud her.”

At that moment the young nymph jumped from her hiding place.

“GET AWAY.”

Who was this sprite? Darra felt she had a connection to the earth spirit, much as he did. Her eyes bore through him, and revealed a soul seemingly torn between two paths.

On any other day, he would have been happy to talk to her, but this was no time for pleasantries. “Move away, you have no idea what you are dealing with!” the wolfman said.

But the woman stood her ground, her weapon poised.

Darra was growing impatient. The disease was clearly spreading, and if they were infected, they did not have much time.

“I am telling you once more to move! I do not wish to hurt you but if you keep me from my duty, girl, I will have no choice but to break you in two.”

 

[rengadeirishman]

Cahir and Forgall

"I am old," forgall said "This seems like an adventure worthy of one of the Kings Dragons. But the decision lies with the prince." he said looking to Cahir
"We can go Forgall, I am curious where this will take us." Suddenly a halfelf jumped out saying "Get away!" pointing a weapon "I command you, as Prince of Frosthold, to stand aside!" Cahir said

 

[Ankara]

Shayla Fae'Danan

OOC: Thanks

Shayla was startled when she saw the Beastman walking towards her

She could smell the resistance spells on all of them, but suspected they were in the same position she was, carrying if not dying from the sickness.

She could tell he was getting impatient.

“I am telling you once more to move! I do not wish to hurt you but if you keep me from my duty, girl, I will have no choice but to break you in two.”

She believed him, obviously force wasn’t going to work with that one.

"I command you, as Prince of Frosthold, to stand aside!"

She looked over to the Prince of Frosthold. Looking at him she could tell he was a Riada, by his height. For the first time in a long time she began to wish she had her Father’s height, then maybe she would seem more menacing to this group. She looked back to the Beastman, she could feel the spirit of the earth surrounding him and hoped he could be reasoned with. She lowered her bow alittle (keeping it notched, just in case things got ugly).

She cast a small height charm on herself, a trick more than any real magic, hoping to look more intimidating. She used to use that charm when she was a child living with the elves so they wouldn't pick on her because of her height, but it stopped working on them when they were older. She hoped this group would be nieve enough to fall for it.

“You have to burn her and the other bodies here, but I can’t let you leave here with her, we‘re all sick, taking her body will only further the contamination.”

Thanks Mother, she said to herself. Is this really worth dying over. Now I’ve angered a Beastman and a Prince

 

[rengadeirishman]

Cahir and Forgall

"Perhaps introductions are in order." Cahir said "I am Prince Cahir MacCernach, son of Cernach MacEamon, Ard Righ of Frosthold." he said "And this is Forgall MacFionn, son of Fionn MacPadraig. A warchief of the Fianna and one of the kings Six Dragons. He is my sworn Blade."

 

[Ankara]

Shayla Fae'Danan

Shayla fluttered her wings in annoyance. (She didn’t have time to argue with these people. She wanted to get away from the smell of death and the smothering feel of the disease choking the air. She wanted to leave this place and breath the crisp clean air of the wilds. Not argue over a corpse)

She thought about lying about her name. But didn’t want to dishonor her Father like that. “I am Shayla Fae’Danan, daughter of Soragan Fae’Danan of the Northern elves”

She flashed her blue eyes at the other elf in the party, praying he didn’t know her Fathers name. Hoping he didn’t know anything about her Father. Soragan had been in line to rule their clan of elves when he had fallen in love with a human. Soragan’s father was furious that his son could actually love a human, so he named Soragan’s brother heir. After their half breed daughter (Shayla) was born her grandfather softened a little, and let Shayla live with the elves for half the year, and spend the other half with her mother’s kin. This ended up being a mixed blessing. She could learn from both cultures, but was never really excepted by either. She couldn’t be with the elves because she was to short to not be picked out as half human. And her wings, and the fact that she was taller than most human men, made it difficult not to stand out with the humans. When she got older it wasn’t a problem as much, but after her mother died, she left both lives, preferring the wilds to the memories.

“We don’t have a lot of time, we have to burn the bodies.”

She put her bow down, and flipped her waist length braid off her shoulder. Keeping an eye on the giant wolfman and putting her hand out to stop him from getting closer. As if that simple gesture could keep him at bay. “Help me gather wood for the fire.”

She began to gather small sticks around the area of the other woman’s body, trying not to look at it, and taking shallow breaths so as not to have to feel the disease in the air as much.

“Please, we don’t have a lot of time.”

 

[deevo]

Darra O'Ferducha

The half elf Shayla had lowered her weapon and Darra had regained some semblance of calm. He watched her for a moment, collecting sticks to form a fire. Though he realised the smartest thing to do would be to help her, Darra could not shake the feeling that this was not the correct move.

He stepped closer, but retained some distance so as not to alarm her. She was, after all, smaller than he, and despite her apparent speed and proficiency with her bow, she had taken his threat seriously to heart.

“I apologise for my discourtesy,” he said softly. “My name is Darra O’Ferducha of the Western Ridge. I have travelled far in recent days, and my temper can get the better of me in situations such as this. I understand that you wish to prevent this disease from spreading any further, but look down there, to the village.”

He pointed towards Stonebridge. Even from this distance they could see the village was quickly falling into anarchy as the inhabitants ran screaming through the streets, trying in vain to escape the black death that hung over them.

“This disease already spreads like wildfire, and though we do not yet show the symptoms we must assume that we are infected and that we may yet die. In the mountains a woman came to me. I could feel the power radiate from her, unfathomable strength in this old woman. I am quickly beginning to realise that this was no mere witch I met. I believe she has the power to cure us, and if not, she knows how we may be cured. More importantly, she may guide us to the source of this illness, so that we might eliminate it. You have no reason to follow me and less reason to trust me, but this is the path I am taking, and if any of you wish, you may join me.”

 

[Ankara]

Shayla Fae'Danan

Shayla looked down into the village, she couldn’t believe it had spread that quickly. The village was in chaos. There was nothing that they could do to help. Her first reaction was to blame them for not helping her with the bodies faster, but that was stupid, this disease wasn’t a thing of nature, so why did she expect it to follow the same laws. There was nothing any of them could do.

“This disease already spreads like wildfire… … You have no reason to follow me and less reason to trust me, but this is the path I am taking, and if any of you wish, you may join me.”

He was right, she had no reason to trust him, but really what choice did she have. She needed the cure as much as they did, and she really didn’t want to stay here.

There was something about this Darra O’Ferducha, when he was calm at least, that made her want to trust him, well trust him enough to follow him to the mountains. She still knew he was a very real threat, but she supposed as long as she kept her distance it would be alright. She had no idea who this old woman he was talking about was, but she supposed her skills as a scout would help this group in the mountains.

“Alright, I’ll travel with you Beastman, but you do realize, carrying this body all the way to the mountains is a rather gruesome task.”

 

[rengadeirishman]

Cahir and Forgall

"We'll follow you wise one" Cahir said "You have my magic and Forgalls blades."

 

[Ankara]

Shayla Fae'Danan

“I’ll go get my things,” Shayla said she didn’t wait for a reply. She ran to the tree she had been hiding in, and pulled down a bag and a staff with elvish runes on it. She peered around the woods. Everything seemed fine, but something felt a little strange…. Well other than the fact that the disease was strongest in this forest… there was something else that seemed wrong. She couldn’t figure it out. It was probably just her nerves, seeing how that other woman died must have been more difficult for her than she had first thought. She tried to shake the feeling, but it wouldn’t leave her.

She looked back at the small group of four. The two Raida, the Beastman and the Elf. She wondered if they would all come to the mountain to find the cure. The Beastman was going of coarse, and two of the Raida, but she wondered about the other elf. She had seen them fight the orcs together. There seemed to be a connection between them all, they seemed to fight well together. She had never seen a Raida up close before, and now she was in the company of 2 and one of them being son to the High King of Frosthold and she was sure she had heard stories about Forgall MacFionn when she was a little girl. About some of the battles he had been in. The elf was still a mystery. The Beastman was another story, she knew that he had a temper, but he seemed a noble creature. She also wondered why he wasn’t with his people in the west.

She began to walk back to the group, keeping her eyes to the woods, still unnerved. They should get going, and soon.

 

[deevo]

Darra O'Ferducha

OOC: Just want to let you know that there are only two Riada warriors – the other warrior hasn’t posted in a while. Maybe he caught the Black Death. ;-)

IC:

“If we are ready, then we can go,” Darra said. He looked down at the body.

“Shayla, you asked you would carry her,” he began. “Today I killed many orcs. They would have done the same to me, but that is beside the point. I have been trained to see all creatures as belonging to the spirit, so when I harm one of those creatures I must pay reparation.”

With that he picked up the body, covered in a fur cloak, and hoisted her onto his back.

“Come, the path is this way.”

The forest had grown darker, Darra noticed. The night was beginning to give way to the first rays of sunlight, but the shroud of darkness remained over the trees. The world knew that dangerous times lay ahead. They left the forest and Darra could see the point where the woman had talked to him, not too far away.

But as he stepped forward a new shower of snow began to fall. And with each step the blizzard grew ever stronger. Darra could barely see in front of him, and every time he looked back his companions were also less visible. But he could hear perfectly, above the wind, an unmistakable wailing sound, one that chilled him more than the snow.

“Do you hear that?” he called. “It is the banshees. They cry for all those who have died before their time!”

Strange events were afoot, but Darra began to question his own wisdom. Though it had not been very long, he felt as if they had been walking through the storm for hours. He was worried. Were they lost? Had the woman just been an apparition, brought about by lack of food and sleep? Had he condemned his companions to an icy grave!?

A blinding flash shot through the blizzard, followed by a voice that seemed to ring out across the mountain.

“Bow down, all those who stand before the throne of Danu!”

Darra immediately fell to his knees and lowered his head. He shouted back towards the others.

“Bow your heads! We are not worthy to look upon the face of the goddess!”

 

[rengadeirishman]

Cahir and Forgall

"Danu," the two Riada dropped to a knee and bowed their heads in awe. Danu was chief goddess of the riada "My queen," Cahir said. Forgall held his halberd on two palms out to her, the traditional sign of fealty and surrender. "What would you command of us goddess?" Cahir asked holding out his staff the same as Forgall.

 

[Ankara]

Shayla Fae'Danan

OOC. Thanks, I edited my last reply… is the other elf gone too, or whats going on with him?

IC

“Shayla, you asked who would carry her,” he began. “Today I killed many orcs. They would have done the same to me, but that is beside the point. I have been trained to see all creatures as belonging to the spirit, so when I harm one of those creatures I must pay reparation.”

Shayla began to feel ashamed that she had thought that he was just a beast. She saw him wrap the body in fur and hoist it up on his shoulders. She was glad the body was covered, but she didn’t want to be near it. She followed slightly behind the group, lost in her own thoughts she didn’t even notice the snow till it began to blizzard. She stopped and looked around, all of a sudden she heard a cry.

“Do you hear that?” he called. “It is the banshees. They cry for all those who have died before their time!”

Shayla felt a chill shoot down her spine at Darra’s words. She had heard that cry before, the night her mother died. They’ve come for me too, a silly childish thought she knew, born from to many scary tales before bed, but between the snow and the other woman’s death she wasn’t herself.

She began walking again keeping her eye on Darra’s form through the blizzard. She looked to her right and saw the Raida Prince. “We need to find some shelter,” Her words were wisped away on the wind, she tried to grab his arm but stumbled a little. She started to look around for some kind of shelter but couldn’t see anything in the blizzard.

“Bow down, all those who stand before the throne of Danu!”

Shayla’s heart stopped as she saw Darra drop to his knees and shout

“Bow your heads! We are not worthy to look upon the face of the goddess!”

Shayla dropped to the ground in the freezing snow. And stared at Darra’s back. She had heard stories about mortals who offend the gods. She tried to draw strength from Darra, but felt her fear about to colapse her.

She saw the two Raida to her right drop down and bow their heads.

"My queen," Cahir said. Forgall held his halberd on two palms out to her, the traditional sign of fealty and surrender. "What would you command of us goddess?" Cahir asked holding out his staff the same as Forgall.

ooc: totally out of character and nothing to do with this thread at all... deevo, you don't pm... i just wanted to ask you if you were furion9,

 

[deevo]

Darra O'Ferducha

OOC: No, I’m not Furion9. I’m not sure what’s happened to him, but if he comes back I’m sure he can find a way back into the story. I didn’t realise you had to enable private messages. I’ve done it now. Anyway, moving swiftly on…

IC:

Danu spoke, her voice filling Darra’s mind, blocking out all thoughts.

“Show me the girl,” she commanded.

Darra lay the body of the girl down in front of him, pulled away the furs covering her disfigured form, and stepped back, returning to his knees. He could feel a sensation in his stomach, an awful gut wrenching sorrow. This was the effect of the earth goddess – she was clearly in pain.

"My queen," Cahir said. "What would you command of us goddess?"

When she spoke, Darra could hear the rage and anguish in her voice. “I watch my children, my essence, fall before this foul disease. It is not an illness borne of the earth. I cannot stop its spread. That is why I call on you. All beings must tread a path, and your paths have converged for this purpose.”

“Cahir MacCernach!” Her cry echoed, it seemed, across all of Frosthold. “Prince of this realm! Warrior! Mage! You have fought for pride. You have fought for honour. Will you now fight for me? Will you lead an army onto the cold dark island of the North and face the sorceress Alvina, the lover of the dead god Balor himself?”

Darra turned his head and looked at the figure of the young prince. He was proud, strong, and a fierce warrior, but was he capable of leading an army against such a force? Darra knew that his path lay with the prince, and that he had to follow it to its conclusion, whatever that may be.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Cahir and Forgall

Cahirs heart swelled with pride when the goddess lowered herself to speaking to him directly. "I will if you believe me worthy of such an honor, goddess. I would gladly die as your paladin, Indeed, it is in such a way that i would like to die."