Gate of Kelga: Lost Orb (IC)

[JadeKnight]

Pallox watched the ceremony silently, wondering how much longer it would be. It was a good ceremony so far, but a little slow. He raised an eyebrow for a moment when Druz stepped forward to take up the mantle for the orcs, finding it interesting. He smirked a little when he saw Tamaria mock Druz behind his back.

He turned and walked over to her, whispering softly.

"Make too much fun of the poor Orc and he might try to bite you."

He placed a hand on her shoulder for a moment before pulling it away, turning his attention back to the ceremony.

 

[Stalzyn]

With the nine representatives now present their was really no reason for anymore delays, for time was against them.
The nine conversed as if they were the only ones present. All formalities now gone as was tradition after the introduction.
"Since i'm free to air out my mind, i believe it was due to carelessness and weakness that the Orb was lost." Trijun began.
"If you're trying to insult me half-man please keep it at bay till we're done here. Since when has it become the duty of Falkreath alone to guard the orb?" George retorted.
"Falkreath is right." Alendra spoke up calmly. "The nine kingdoms is to be held accountable for the orb as well, not just Falkreath who could barely hold her economy."
George who felt he had been insulted again was about countering back when Orgrazdon beat him to it.

 

[Stalzyn]

"Truly as wiggling rods are rare among the Skypeople is why queen believes a kingdom is a woman."

 

[SlySparrow0003]

[COLOR="[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]"Enough! We are not here to argue on how it was lost, we are her to get it back. I did not come here to play the blame game."[/COLOR] Alendra spoke calmly with a hint of anger.

 

[Stalzyn]

The group became silent after Alendra's outburst.
"With Kelga now weakened, darkness from the otherside will enter our world." Ohandre began."A creature has already breached the gate, a screeling from what Falkreath reported appeared merely two days after the orb was taken. Our forces will not go to war against Orcaez for no matter what they are our brothers. Each kingdom shall send an army to the city of ruins, to watch for anything that comes out of Ein'drea. And though i know, not all creatures from the otherside will come through the city of ruins, its the best we can do." he paused then glanced at the faces on the table. He clearly had everyone sole attention.
"As prophecied by my old friend. Odahville the great dragon. Evil shall stir again in Kelga and darkness shall fall again, but in this time when hope flees, nine shall rise and shine light in darkness." Ohandre quoted from Odahville's scroll.

 

[Stalzyn]

Many on the table nodded knowingly. Many were also not happy with the idea. And King George of Falkreath saw it as a foolish idea for them to put their hopes in nine creatures of questionable characters. But isn't that the perception of human minds, always lost in their own stupidity.
"In this life, i believe they're two things one should hold unto as long as possible. They're virginity and skepticism. Sadly i've lost the first but i'll very much like to retain the other." their was murmuring and giggles among the crowd. George was known for his large harem of women. "I might not be as old as you Mighty Ohandre but i'll not leave my hope, leave the life of my kingdom on the wings of a wisened prophecy. New Easteal's army will not be going to the city of ruins. We'll defend our home from the darkness to come."

 

[Stalzyn]

Ohandre tried desperately to hide the disappointment he felt from his voice. "Anybody else feel that sending an army to the city of ruins unskeptical?" when he got no answer, Ohandre stood up and addressed everyone gathered there.
"Very well then...you've all heard the delegations. And hopefully you've all been spoken for. Just like the times before this one, a brotherhood will be formed, charged to not just retrieve the orb back to Aurelion's trident but also to battle the darkness that'll slip into out world. I ask you all, not as a king but as a man that believe in prophecy, in truth and honor. If you believe deep down that you can take up our problems upon your shoulders and solve it. Please step forward." Ohandre finished pointing to a raised platform by his side.

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria nodded to herself, and stepped forward. "Tamaria of Lukahn, and I will go." murmers were spoken, about how she was born in the evil lands and cannot go. And she rolled her eyes and did best to block out the murmurs.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"We're going. Jarl Redbeard will have no control of us in the wilds. We'll return a legend and claim our place atop the throne." Firaga hissed anxiously in Tyr's mind. "Nothing and no one will be able to stop us once we've completed this task.

Tyr started to take the step forward, uncertain if his Jarl or his King would volunteer him on their own. It wasn't as if his ambitions weren't sung of around the campfires. Even if they were told primarily as jokes it was equally well known the Jarl especially but the King didn't seem to oppose him as he easily could wanted Tyr dead before he gathered too strong a following.

Tyr hesitated waiting for the level headed council of Aisizu. "This on step will be first of the rest of your life. Nothing will ever be the same once you step forward."

"They didn't say not to step forward. Claim what is yours Tyr of Axe Glacier!" Firaga shrieked, the blade actually taking on a warm glow against his shoulder.

Tyr again almost stepped forward.

"No. We did not say not to."

Tyr stepped forward. "I Tyr of Axe Glacier in the Coldlands offer my blades and my blood to this cause." Reaching back he grabbed both Firaga and Aisuzu and thrust them skyward.

 

[Stalzyn]

Ohandre arched a brow as Tamaria stepped forward, his hightened hearing picked up the murmurings among the people. Something about her being from the dark forest. "....of questionable character." he quoted Odahville's prophecy in a whisper.
"Welcome Tamaria of Lukahn. I believe your mixed heritage is a blessing in disguise."
Immediately Tyr stepped forward, Ohandre's eyes was on the man. As a gifted Atlantean he could see what others couldn't. See enough to know the man was of royal blood. See enough to the man's heart, of his ambitions and of the two voices that constantly balanced his spirit.
"Tyr. Its destiny that you're here. I see greatness in you, i am sure the voices of your ancestors have guided you well here. Welcome." Ohandre welcomed with a soft smile on his face he turned his gaze to the Jarl behind the king of Frilon who was wearing scowl. Then to the crowd. "Who else will join this noble hearts?"

 

[JadeKnight]

Pallox thought for a moment before stepping forward, raising his sword. After all, this what he signed up for.

"I, Pallox Kindar, lend my sword arm to use in this endeavor."

If anything, it would probably help get rid of his amnesia that was keeping him from knowing his past.

 

[Mantra]

Druz had moved forward at the invitation of the other Chieftains, but did not actually join the others. The meeting looked crowded with all the Little Unz up there and Druz did not see any reason to actually stand with them. Besides that, again with all the blah, blah, blahs…. Worse still, none of them wanted to go to Orcaez and fight?!? Well, they were smart that they didn’t want to fight the orcs; after all, orcs were superior to these Little Un warriors anyway, but if they wouldn’t fight with the traitor orcs, then they wouldn’t fight the big Pointy Ear or his Windy Boyz either. Well drek… how would these creatures help Druz retake his clan if they were cowards? Not to mention going the wrong way!

Druz did not understand their inaction…so he simply asked (and tact be damned)

“So why Little Un Chiefs no want to go fight? Big Pointy Ear Chief bring bad orcs here if you no go fight there.” Druz grumbled.
Little Unz were so…little… It reminded Druz why he preferred to raid instead of barter, it was just so easy. Still, the Chiefs seemed to just want to talk about their special shiny stuff and who lost it and have others go look for it instead of getting into a good fight. *Sheesh!* Didn’t they have honor at all?

And then Druz had an idea.

“So if Druz helps gets back shiny ball, you help Druz get clan back?”

 

[Stalzyn]

As Pallox came forward, the Atlantean king tried to read his mind but encountered a thick foggy barrier. He knew it could be penetrated with deep concentration but he feared that might bring back the half-dragon's memory. And since what he noticed was magic, its best not to be tempered with.welcome Pallox Kindar. "My heart warms that you're here."
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Ohandre listened to the Orc's question.
"If the Orb is restored to its proper place, then pointy ear will lose control of your clan. Druz this is not about one clan or kingdom. This involves all of us. If we decide to invade Orcaez, evil will grow in our lands while our armies are on the battlefield. As to your question, yes, we'll get back your clan from the dark elf once the orb is retrieved." Ohandre replied.
The answer seemed to please the large Orc, because after that he took his position on the platform. Mumbling something as he stood with the others.

 

[Stalzyn]

Taujiel The Woodelf

"I am Taujiel, wizard of the 4th Order. I shall lend both skill and knowledge to the retrieval of the orb."
Taujiel said outloud, then stepped forward. Only for the orb. As a guardian, it was his duty. Though he wasn't ready to be called one. Only for the orb. Not for the quest. Once the orb is retrieved he'll go back to his hometown. Which as a half-elf is no where.
"Welcome Taujiel, it is certain that in this quest your magic will be of great importance." the Atlantean king welcomed. Taujiel only nodded then took his place on the platform beside the towering grumpy Orc.
After minutes of silence, Ohandre spoke up. "Since these people have decided to risk their lives foy yours, every citizen in the nine lands should aid them in anyway possible. If their quest takes you to your city. Shelter them and feed them. If they ask you questions reply truthfully for it just might be the ingredient they need to win the war."

 

[Stalzyn]

EPISODE 1: Demon From Hell

"May the Creator be with you all as you travel the dark and dangerous routes back to your homes." Ohandre spread his arms and prayed. With the gathering now officially ended, the kings rose, some to discuss discreetly with their fellow kings others to break camp and leave. For as tradition will have it, none is to remain in Skr'ndor a day after the stoppage of the flames of fire.
Among the discreetly talking kings, the king of Frilon, Ar'Nilz, walked up to Ohandre and whispered something to him.
Ohandre turned to the five men on the platform. "Please walk with me."
Ohandre and Ar'Nilz walked to the Camp of Atlantis and into Ohandre's tent where King George and Jarl Redbeard was waiting.
The five entered and Ar'Nilz closed the tent.
Ohandre scanned the heart of the five. He'd wanted to appoint a leader but the result of the scan didn't let him. It would be best if they appoint their leader themselves along the way.

 

[Stalzyn]

"We've two problems at hand, two which are different from your main cause but undoubtedly related. Its your choice to choose, to choose which to solve first.
What do know about Screelings?" Ohandre asked the new brotherhood. King George was obviously worried and Ar'Nilz was doing light paces.

 

[Mantra]

Druz was content in the fact that these Chiefs had agreed to help him after finding their lost bauble, but then they all got up and started to leave. As they withdrew, the gathered Little unz also began to disperse.

That was it? Druz pondered to himself. No directions, no clues, no promise of enemies to smash and bash? What the hell?!?

Confused, he looked down at the little Point-Ear that had come to stand next to him.

"Oi, Little un." he grumbled down at Taujiel. "Wut we do now?"

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria looked over and glared at the Orc. "Nothing you oaf, we listen for instructions." She said glaring, venom in her voice.

 

[Stalzyn]

Taujiel shuddered inside just standing near the imposing giant. He only prayed it wasn't noticeable. The wood elf has asked himself over and again along the way to the camp why he foolishly joined the expedition when the sight of an Orc scared him.
He let out a soft relieve sigh as Tamaria intervened for him. He feared he might have said something that will change his bellowing voice into a war roar.
Bringing his face up to look at King Ohandre he thought of answering,
'Screelings are creatures from the underworld said to have impenetrable skin and carnivorous in nature.' but he feared his new team mates might think him a proud and ambitions man. Taujiel just kept quiet.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Tyr was silent for a moment hoping one or both of his blades would offer some measure of wisdom but both were uncharacteristically silent. So he spoke. "I don't know anything of Screeling and I presume if any of my compatriots knew of them they would have spoken up so please what is a Screeling." Tyr asked as politely as he could manage.

 

[Stalzyn]

George stepped forward as he spoke. He was battling to control the fear in his voice but as a human, he was weak and falliable.
"Before now, Screelings were just rumors...a myth from the great war. It's said that they are from the Otherworld and possesses impenetrable skin. Are carnivorous and fast." George paused to calm himself, he won't be seen weak by this commoners.
"Two days after the dark elf stole the Orb, a woman was found dead on the field, her body mawed on and ripped apart. She was almost unrecognisable because of how the creature feasted on her. We initially thought it an ordinary attack from a beast. Right now, we've recorded 29 dead and 43 injured humans. The people are scared, they've declared a state of emergency and those who manage to come outside retreat indoors before sundown. Its just been six days after the theft and look at the casualties, even if this is deserving of falkreath as punishment for failing the orb and though i doubted the prophecy out there, i beg you. Please aid.

 

[Stalzyn]

Ar'Nilz who was pacing lightly behind the king of Atlantis spoke up when George finished.
"That's not all. Last night, an intruder broke into my camp while i was with the king of Atlantis. Into my tent the intruder entered and made away with an ancient artifact. The coldcomb. Just like its name it is white comb with the power of cold. Anything and anyone can be freezed by it. Creatures, trees, earth and at maximum even air. The power limit of the coldcomb is unknown. Think of such a weapon in the wrong hands. The damage that can be done if the dark elf gets his hands on it. If he's not with it already. Please the people can't be aware of its departure, for it'll rid most of them of hope and that's our strongest weapon at this time. That's why i am asking of you. Please find the coldcomb."

 

[Stalzyn]

"You are our strength now." Ohandre began glancing at the faces of the five creatures before him. "And though this does not partain to your main quest, it is like i said entwined. You have to make a choice here, as a party. The screeling and the coldcomb which will you go for first? You should take your time about your decision. You can come back when you've decided, they will then explain more about what you've chosen and where to start."

 

[SlySparrow0003]

Tamaria had knowledge of dark things from her heritage, she also remembers what a screeling was. "Perhaps the screeling was once human, I do not know, they are Carnivorous, and there skin is pulled taunt across there bones. Skin is impenetrable... Unless you use fire, it does something to there skin, breaks their armor. Crawl around like spiders, don't walk on two legs but four, using thier arms and legs. There hard to kill, and verryyy deadly." Tamaria said, her face serious and tone.

 

[Sean Renaud]

The Cold Comb was stolen. The fact was a frightening one for Tyr. He'e never seen the artifact in person. Few had, infact it was largely a rumor even in it's homeland but he had no reason to doubt his king. Which lead to a worse realization. That thing was too powerful for any one man to own.

"I've only two questions and no reason to conceal them from anybody here. First is this dark elf who stole the orb and may be in possession of the Cold Comb, is that the same one who has attacked the orc lands?" Tyr paused for a moment silencing his two blades before continuing. "If not then why would we chosen ones waste our time on either insignificant trifle. If these Screelings are indeed the result of the orb being gone killing them will not eliminate the threat as surely as retrieving the orb and surely with all the armies gathered here you can drive back these creatures even if you must do it the same way wolves defeat a bear."