Gate of Kelga: Lost Orb (IC)

[Stalzyn]

Taujilel was still trying to calm himself, he was a pretty confident person by nature but now he felt compeletly foolish in front of this lady. Ofcourse its not everyday he gets to be infront of a beautiful lady as Bellilea, hell he doesn't even get to sleep on the same bed as them.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

"Are you alright?" She asked placing a hand on his shoulder "You seem uncomfortable. Did I do something to worry you? I promise I'm not a threat. All I want to do is see the meeting tomorrow... I'm not looking for trouble." Belliea said nervous.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn released the tension in the bowstring and replaced the arrow into his quiver. He raised his head, still hooded, and spoke.

"Of all, you would know that my aim is true enough to merely wound and not kill," he said. He then reached up and pulled back his cloak's hood, revealing his white-blonde hair and amber eyes.

 

[Mantra]

Druz was defiantly in a sour mood. He had traveled about for days, seeking any help among his people, but everywhere he went, chaos reigned. Not that the land of orcs was particularly civil, at least not by the standards of the other kingdoms, but the orcs still had their own code, their own culture among themselves. Now however, much of that seemed to have been turned on its head. Many of the clans had either joined with the dark elf and his minions, or had fallen into fighting with each other to see who would become the strongest to rule. The dark elf had killed the high chieftain and taken his throne in Orcaez, but many of the orc clans would not follow and so had to be either ‘persuaded’ to join or be purged. Such was the fate of Druz and his own clan. Finding few allies that he could reliably call upon in his homeland, Druz had to consider other means to win back his clan; he would have to go to the outsiders and their chiefs.
The very thought of having to ask other creatures to help turned Druz’s stomach and did nothing to better his mood. Still, this was all he could think of and so reluctantly, he turned FurFang towards the city of Skr’ndar and it’s gathering of chieftains, grumbling all the while.

It was dark when he reached the city. The boats would only run by day and Humie bosses didn’t seem to like the dark, so Druz and FurFang made it to the water’s edge with little fanfare. No one would have really wanted to bother the orc anyway. Astride his giant worg, Druz towered over anyone he encountered and often sent them scurrying away in fright when they did cross his path. As it was, the smell of cooking meats drifted up to him, making his stomach growl. That settled his course of action.

“Oi you!” he said, suddenly pointing a thick green finger at a passerby, who almost wet himself. “Lit’l humie! Where me getz da beer at?”

 

[LittleSprite2]

Idrial recognized his voice as he spoke tho it was one she had not heard for an age. Idri had wondered how they would react to one another given how they felt did they meet again. She smiled nodding politely giving a slight bow from atop her horse.

" Greetings M'lord O'Bonn. You are looking well and indeed, your shots are true, however i am no mind reader to know which you would choose. It is good to see thee again. What brings thee this far north? "

As he had already with drawn his wepon lowering it and appeared to pose no longer a threat she asked. " may i journy with thee awhile? for you seem headed in the same direction as i "

as soon as he gave permission she turned her mount to walk beside his on the road. Idrial's companions reamained with them but were back to scouting ahead and around while they continued on twords the temple.

 

[Stalzyn]

"No...i mean yes. I'm fine." he took a deep breath and tried again to steady his heart beat.
"You're my guest so you get to use the bed. In all honesty and modesty i think the floor should be mine in this case." he stood up, picked another blanket and laid it on the floor.
Using his scroll bag as pillow, Taujiel closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Hoping that she'll turn gaze from him and do the same.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

"Alright." Belliea said feeling a bit uneasy about his odd behavior. "Goodnight Taujiel..." She sat down her bow and arrows before laying down, her back towards him. Closing her eyes she tried to quickly fall asleep, anxious for the arrival of morning.

 

[Sean Renaud]

After doing several careful sweeps around the tent of his Jarl and finding nothing Tyr eventually settled to guarding the entrance until morning. He was mindful of his duty but not so much that he hadn't been aware of the odd glances he'd gotten every time he tensed up and he knew there was little chance for danger here. The stakes were far too great to risk on an assassination attempt.

And it wasn't like a day without sleep would end him, it would simply make the tale greater when he returned home.

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria went to her tent and dozed into a sleep.

 

[Stalzyn]

EPISODE 1: The Gathering

As the sun rose, and the scent of mild dew gradually vanished. As the cool morning breeze blew the ancient island came alive once more.
Unlike the first gathering their was no Ancient Dragon to roar out a pillar of fire so as to get the people together, so this time like the second gathering, mages of the Seventh Order came together and did a firaga spell.
Surrounding the edges of the island forming a great circle, the 245 mages raised both hands to the sky and flames poured outward.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Tyr was already awake at dawn, actually he hadn't slept so he was witness to the mages of the lands gathering together. He remained silent as usual out of the way while they began their smaller ritual before casting the immense fire spell that lit the day up even brighter than the sun.

"Guess I shall not wake the Jarl." He mused to himself already hearing the sounds of those moving around inside the tent that he guarded. He hadn't memorized the schedule so he simply waited for the Jarl to begin his day.

 

[Stalzyn]

Jarl Redbeard stood infront of his tent, his hand spreadwide as a servant placed a robe on him. His eyes was on the magnificient display of magic that was visible from every angle of Skr'ndor.
"Its time." he said more to himself than to Tyr who as usual silently stood alertly by his side.
Waving the servant off, Redbeard turned his gaze to the king's tent. It was clearly empty now. The king was obviously at the gathering, even the ordinary citizens were already leaving the camp.
"So the meeting is to start without a representative from Orcaez. Such a pity." He then turned to Tyr. "Lets go to the ancient stonetable and hear what this old fags has to say."

 

[Sean Renaud]

"That sounds like an excellent plan my Jarl." Tyr replied finally turning his eyes from the sight for a moment. Once Redbeard started he Tyr fell in a half step behind him. Firaga and Aisizu hanging over his back in an 'X' pattern with the heads peaking out from behind his shoulders.

"I'm certain they wouldn't have called such a meeting without something important to say." He said along the way glancing to the other leaders.

 

[Stalzyn]

Taujiel awoke before the sun, and not willing to have to face another situation where he'll be battling for the right words to say he hurriedly left the camp.
As he bathed in a nearby spring on the island, a pillar of fire shot up to the sky, followed by another, and another, till the island was circled by the pillars of fire. Taujiel had read about the act from the scroll, legends said that as long as the fire was around the island, evil is locked out.
With his bath obviously over, Taujiel wore his wizard robe and hurried towards the large clearing in the middle of the island where the stone table was located.
Fortunately for the young wizard, he was early and could easily locate the flag of his homeland in a section behind one of the stone chairs. He hurried to the spot and was soon joined by his fellow Northlands.
The King arrived afterwards alongside kings of the other nine ancient cities.

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria awoke to the sun shining and a soldier to tell her it was time. She bathed, brushed her long black wavy hair, her bright green eyes shine with agitation to start. And she gathered outside.

 

[JadeKnight]

Pallox was awoken by a soldier shortly after the pillars of fire erupted around the island. He brushed the soldier away before going to find a place to bathe. He did a quick wash before getting dressed once more. He hoped today they would actually get something done.

After talking to a soldier, the half-dragon was led to the gathering place where everyone else was meeting. He took note of everyone there, staying a little ways from them. He glanced towards Tamaria for a moment, feeling a nagging feeling that he knew her from someplace. He shook it aside for a moment, looking back towards the stone table.

 

[Stalzyn]

The nine high kings took position infront of their ancestral seats. The oldest of the nine kings, one who has been alive since the time of the first gathering. Ohandre king of Atlantis motioned for the trident to be brought. The old Abbot from the temple stepped forward and inserted the trident into a hole in the middle of the stonetable.
The nine kings then simultaeneously sat down.
"Now would have been the time when the Orb's majesty would be felt around the island, but alas, here lies Aurelion's trident. Deprived of former glory." Ohandre spoke in a calm authoritative tone. Though centuries old the Atlantean king still looked mid-thirties. His eyes were deep blue like the sea and his hair light sea green.
"This isn't the first gathering, nor the second and just like the ones before this one. A representative from the nine kingdoms must be present. I am Ohandre Xunnst, king of Atlantis and High king of the Garland. I'll be preceeding over this gathering."

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria stood silently as the king spoke, She stood a distance away from then Queen of the skypeople. They gave each other a smile and a nod. And both listened contently.

 

[Stalzyn]

"I am Trijun Quaetgref, king of Dwarvian and High King of Old Easteal. I represent the land of mountains" introduced the dwarvian king next to Ohandre. "I am Boris King of Hippanthros Potta i represent the Greenlands." The half-horse half man snorted softly then spoke.
"Orgrazdon of Diren, Ruler of Beastlands." The Gnoll king introduced. "Queen Alendra of Lukahn, standing for the Skypeople" The only female on the table chipped in.
"King Ar'Nilz of Frilon. Lord of the Coldlands." The most handsome man in the group said. His dazzling snow hair flowing steadily with the sway of his gaze.
"M'Ruhn of Elfheim. Lord of the Northlands." calmly voiced the noble elf king.
"King George, Lord of Falkreath and in charge of New Easteal." proudly announced the human king.

 

[Stalzyn]

Ohandre nodded approvingly as each noble high ruler introduced theirselves formally. He however was saddened by the fact that no one had spoken for Orcaez.
"Is their none here that can stand for the land of the Orcs?" Ohandre asked, his eyes scanning the crowd.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Tyr stood a fair distance of the table near his Jarl. He did lower his gaze respectfully when his king was introduced but not the same defference he generally gave to the Jarl.

As the others were introduced both before and after his own leader he observed them. These were the nine. . .eight. . . most important people in the entire world and he had been chosen to witness this meeting first hand. It was not an honor that he took lightly in the least.

The twin blades strapped to his back remained silent. A rare occurrence for the two and a welcome reprieve for the warrior. AS restless as he was he managed to contain himself wondering what precisely the gathered intended to do.

 

[AmenRa]

As he replaced the arrow into his quiver, the elven warrior spoke.

"You. Idrial Two-Bloods, of all should know I would never strike without reason," he told her. Then he reached up and lowered his hood from his head. He gave her a slight bow and eased his horse next to hers.

 

[Mantra]

Druz woke up at the sound of a great commotion. He had found food, beer and a place to sleep (that being the street just behind where he had found the beer) but no fight. No one seemed willing to fight the orc, no matter how much he provoked the little Humies, Poinies or any of the others that remained within earshot. A pity because Druz would have liked to hit someone. His run from Orcaez to this place had not been profitable at all. No other orcs or any other of the little’unz that wanted to join him to go fight. Everyone seemed to want to come to this big Humie city and see a big event or something like that. Druz had followed and now was awakened to a thunderous sound and flashes of light. Druz could feel the magic in the air as the enchanted bridges formed, felt the excitement in the people around him as they all started to make their way to the island and into the ‘big event’. Again druz followed, not really sure what else to do. Druz knew he needed to get more people to fight and so figured that this was where he might have the best chance. If nothing else, he might be able to get gold, and gold could always be used to buy people who wanted to fight.

He had a decent vantage point to see the gatherings. After all, he towered over most everyone present and not too many were willing to get too close to the same orc who just last night was splashing beer around and threatening to skin those it spilled on just the night before. Stupid Humies…never did have a sense of humor anyway. So anyway, the Big Chiefs of the ‘Udder’unz’ started speaking; the leader of the Squishy Boyz got up and Blah, blah, blah… then the Four Legz, the Pointy Ears, the Humies, the Dogg Boyz, all blah, blah, blah… At least Druz liked the leader of the Dogg Boys; Druz had both led raids against and defended against raids from, the Gnolls before. They made for good fighters, maybe Druz could find some to join him after all the Blah, blah, blahs…

"Is their none here that can stand for the land of the Orcs?" Ohandre asked, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Druz suddenly became aware a many, many eyes focused on him.
“Huh? Wha?” Druz muttered, suddenly having the urge to swat at something. All these eyes made his shoulder blades itch. He quickly realized that of all those present, Druz was the only orc.

“Oh… Um, Me be Druz!” he shouted out to the crowd, his voice causing a few nearest to back away a bit. “And Druz be da Chief O da Bonebasher Clan! Big Chief be dead, so I be for da Orcs!”

Druz smiled, rather pleased with himself. Now he wanted to see what happened next!

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria smirked and silently mimicked the large oaf. Though he was probably large and strong, he looked as if he had little brains.

 

[Stalzyn]

Ohandre nodded as the Orc finally spoke up. His gaze had lingered on the large green skin for far too long, long enough to read the man's past.
"Welcome Druz of the Bonebasher Clan. I am delighted you've chosen to speak for your race. Please take a seat. In the absence of the late Chieftain i believe, you more than deserve the honor."