Illusion Vale: A Spirit's Cry

[Wolfsister]

Silver concentrated on what he wanted and went as though to bark or howl but in stead of sound a ball of ice about the size of a softball shot out of his mouth and shattered the one varic had thrown

silver watched it fall toward the ground as if in slow motion and concentrated again this time on fire a fire ball of about the same size shot forth this time and hit the ice one he had shot and they both vanished in a puff of steam

Varic laughed, "Good! Good! It seems that you at least have some control over what you're doing. Tis a good sign, friend."

He then formed three ice balls and sent them flying all different directions at once. "Again, if you please, Silver." He grinned.

 

[Wolfsister]

Noah

The next day dawned bright and early. The forest alive with the songs of morning birds, the stream nearby bubbling happily and the light filtering in such a way that made the world around them seem a small paradise.

When Noah eventually woke, Drak having left him sleeping, he would find some sort of animal spitted on the fire. Though it may have looked strange to his eyes, its smell was anything but and would soon have his mouth watering.

Drak looked up after turning it on the spit and abruptly rushed awkwardly to his feet. "Erm..." he indicated the roasting carcass, "Um... there's breakfast, if you want it.."

He stroked his hand down the back of his neck, "Ummm... Listen... about last night. I'm sorry..."

He paused and then suddenly blurted out, "My brother was gay!"

He sighed then and sat back down, his wings fluttering in agitation, "You see.. you reminded me of him and my memories of him weren't exactly fond." He rushed to explain, "IT was not the choice of his lovers... it was the choice of his loyalties..." he looked away, "Its complicated."

"But please understand, I have nothing against you. Nothing at all... I just... my brother was... unpleasant."

He sighed, "Look, I'm sorry. That's all."

 

[wolfknight20]

Silverfang

Silver didn't know how he was going to do this but he cleared his mind and tried to visualize his goal of hitting each with a ice ball than melting his ice ball with a fire one he opened his mouth and got a surprise

instead of one three ice shots flew forth from his maw

than just after they hit he opened his mouth and three fire balls shot out and disappeared in a puff of steam like they did the first time

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Eeth

Eeth was just working out a plan to get around Rolyn and retrieve his blades when the fight was interrupted by an elf running in.

"Rolyn! The queen has ordered a decree for your head! You have to get out of here!

Eeth, I cannot teach you more. I'm sorry, but its time. We wait. It has come."

Eeth sighed at the news, knowing full well that training was over – it was now time for the real thing, and Eeth had a feeling that he was going to get seriously hurt. He nodded silently to Rolyn to show that he understood, and moved back to the fire, picking up the blades and their sheaths before sitting down to wait near Van. Eeth’s thoughts were on the battle to come, and as he waited, he absently started to scratch Van’s head, as he would a house cat on a lazy Sunday afternoon. They didn’t wait very long before the captain of the Royal Guard made an entrance.

”I call a challenge, by right the Sacred Hearts that adorn the name NightWing. I name my champion, Eeth Odok!"

Eeth brought his thoughts back to the here and now as he stood up and moved to stand next to Rolyn’s side, a sheathed blade in each hand. His face was set in a fearless and otherwise unreadable express. Eeth outwardly acknowledged no fear, no anxiety within him, although he certainly felt a little nervous about what was to come. As Eeth stood there next to Rolyn, he straightened his back so that he stood at his max height, feeling his spine pop in a couple places as he did so.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Fay couldn't help but smile at the thought of her beauty. She couldn't help but feel good about everyone talking about her. She touched her face and felt herself blushing just thinking about it. "I'm sure that it's not all like that," she insisted trying not to seem so conceited as she listened to her Guardian tell her about Fay the Avian's 'history'.

So that was how it was going to be hm?

"Ok, Looking for suitor, my father is a wealthy mechant... water..." She said with a smile as she started to dress. She was quite happy with the clothes had had been given and there was no doubt that they looked good on her if people were talking about her.

Downstairs she was greeted by the men. It was nice to be treated like a lady, it had been a while since she had known any real gentlemen like Aran and Dorian. She had to admit that for as scary as Dorian was he was kind of sexy with the voice. But she wouldn't go there, she had a man that she liked and it was obvious that Faelin and Dorian had a history.

It seemed like information was being force fed to her this morning as they all started talking again, trying to make her understand that the man wasn't evil that they thought that there was something behind it. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she tried to keep up.

"That's why Faelin and I will be with you. Faelin for your protection and I for his. You must, when you see me, not recognise me. Fear is often the reaction I get at a first glance, so that will do."

"Fear that shouldn't be too hard to fake," she sighed with a smile at him. What? He was a little scary, she knew him a bit better now but she also knew that he was Pheldom's hired hand and that meant he could still be dangerous despite the fact that she knew him to be on their side.

Fay jumped at the sudden bark of her friend.

"Thanks," she said with a smile all around. "I know you all are trying to help but right now I'm just getting nervous, let me eat and there will be more time for you to coach me," she made eye contact with each of the men. "I'm sure that there will be plenty of time for me to learn what I need to know," she said this hoping herself that it was true.

She found that she wasn't as hungry as she was before she had gone down to the kitchen, but that was probably a good thing. She wondered what it was like to be looking for a suitor. Things had to be handled differently here in the Vale.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

To awake to such beauty of the Vale was refreshing. Sure suburban life had it's own reward, but with everything always being the same everyday of his life. He smelt something honestly delicious and it was then that he spotted Drak. That awkwardness from last night seemed to veil the area around them.

"Thank you," he said looking at the meal. He took a step or two closer but wasn't sure how he was supposed to approach the other or talk to him or anything. He was surprised to hear the apology... His neck snapped up so quickly he thought he had whiplash.

He was about to tell him it was fine but then--

"My brother was gay!"

"What?"

An brief and slightly broken explanation was given and Noah had to frown. Not in anger but in confusion. The other was completely babbling. Noah couldn't help but smile at him. "Don't worry about it Drak... I'm not your brother and... I'm not exactly unpleasant," he said with a smile.

"How about we just forget about all of this and... just try and figure out what's gonna happen with the Spirit," he offered hoping that the other would appreciate that.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Elmhand vs. The Night Stalker

Elmhand watched the Night Stalker take a step towards the flaming horse, then the boulder hit. Hard. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to do much more than make the Night Stalker angry, and bring its undivided attention upon Elmhand. The Night Stalker then proceeded to charge the slow moving Ent, and when it became apparent that Elmhand would be forced into melee with the monster, he wished he had some armor between himself and those vicious claws the Night Stalker had.

As if on cue, and in granting his wish, branches began to grow rapidly around him, weaving themselves tightly together in a sort of natural armor, much like that of the shield Elmhand had used to block the returned boulder earlier. The armor started forming around Elmhand’s head, and moved down quickly. By the time the Night Stalker had come within striking distance of Elmhand, the armor had reached Elmhand’s waist. As the armor grew, Elmhand felt sure that it would at least protect him from direct damage for a couple of blows.

When the Night Stalker prepared to take a swipe at Elmhand’s head, Elmhand took one step forward, closing the distance and coming up inside the Night Stalker’s guard. As he stepped forward, Elmhand launched into an attack, punching towards the Night Stalker’s chin with his right hand, while at the same time kicking with his right leg, aiming for the gap between the Night Stalker’s legs. Sure it was a low blow, but Elmhand had to use every attack available to him in order to bring down the monster. The punch was merely meant to distract the Night Stalker, hiding the kick that followed right behind the punch. If the punch landed, all the better for the fight.

 

[Wolfsister]

Silverfang

Varic watched with a thoughtful frown, "Good, good. It seems that you have a natural talent, then. Shouldn't be too much of a problem."

Dusting off his hands, he began to pack up their camp. With Silver's four legged nature, as well as Erick being a mere bird, Varic was unfortunately left to do all the mundane things a person usually took for granted. But he didn't mind, no matter is more than noble birth. He rather liked doing things with his hands, and besides, the manual labor kept him from overthinking what he had had to do a few days before... what he had done to that Shadow Wraith.

He trembled for a moment, pain passing over his eyes as he stopped in mid action. But a second later, it passed and he was soon finished. "While we walk, we can test your flying ability. How long, far and high you can go. Being durable would be a benefit."

 

[wolfknight20]

I agree its nice to know how much punishment ya can take for you get to the real pain I'm ready when you are

 

[rengadeirishman]

Michael was transfixed by the sight of his armour, so absorbed that it took him a few moments to realize where he was.

"But how did we get back here? is everyone alright? what happened?"

he saw Sila and moved over to her putting his arms around her.

"Are you alright?"

 

[Wolfsister]

Eeth

They were taken away in silence. Marching along the cavern tunnels that led up to the surface, the pounding of elven feet placed in unison upon the hard packed ground. Rolyn did not speak to Eeth, though it was clear from the glances that he kept giving he younger elf that he was worried. He marched along, in between two columns of Golden Guards.

Van was the last in line, after Eeth and Rolyn. He seemed completely unconcerned about the current events that swirled around his feline self. He simply mewed here and there, placing a paw in comfort on Eeth's shoulder every now and again. He did hiss in afront whenever he deemed that one of the other elves got too close to him. Then he would whine and scamper back a few steps, muttering about evil elves and their penchant for eating his kind.

When they finally emerged into daylight, it was revealed to be somewhere near noon. The sun hung in the middle of the completely blue sky above, the canopy allowing that much to come through as the wind sighed through the trees.

In the courtyard, sitting regally on her throne, Ilandria waited. She paid them no mind as they marched up to her and the Golden Guard fell to their knees in unison, Rolyn simply placed a lazy fist above his heart and remained standing. Van however, mewed and curled into a kneeled position, pulling on Eeth's pant leg to get him to do the same.

"So," sneered the once again blue clad elven queen, "you still claim your birthright after all?"

Rolyn simply shook his head, "I know my name, I know my place. My champion will fight for it. Name yours."

Ilandria laughed, clapping her hands in girlish delight. "No doubt you have trained him?" she nodded, feigning a thoughtful frown, "So you can't fight me. You think that this Guardian of Dirt can?" she laughed again, though this time it was a shrill laugh of derision. "Very well, I will play. I name myself my Champion."

There was a general gasp of disabelief as they suddenly realised that they were surrounded on the edge of the court by curious elves. It seemed half the city was there to witness this event, though they were clearly afraid of the outcome.

"You!" she called to Eeth, "You think you can beat me, Guardian?

 

[Wolfsister]

Fay

Once breakfast was finished, Dorian took Faelin aside for a moment, the two whispering amongst themselves. Then apparently having reached some sort of decision, Dorian walked out the door without so much as a 'see you later' and disappeared. Faelin trotted back to Fay and gave her a wolfish grin.

"Lets get out of here and go see the city. I'm sure you would love to stretch your wings!" she howled and yipped excitedly. Apparently, not even the mature wolf could handle being indoors for more than a little while. She gave a little doggy jump as she twisted in midair and faced herself towards the door.

Looking back, with a 'come with me' look, she casually loped out the door.

Once out the main shopfront, the morning sun was revealed to be higher than Faelin had thought it would be, but she knew they had plenty of time to just walk and talk before Fay's appointment with the Governor. The wolf led her through to the main Market Square.

Here there were a plethara of stalls and the like with vendors shouting out the virtues and cheapness of their various wares. Faelin indicated that Fay should look around and it didn't matter if she ogled like a tourist, because of their story, it meant that she actually was.

The two talked of things that concerned both the meeting and their own personal lives. Though Fay didn't realise it, some men were always with them. Hidden amongst the stalls or around corners or casually lounging around and watching her from a distance. In all, there were six and Faelin knew they were Grinly's men. She approved.

"Have you thought more of L'elal?" she yipped as they stopped at colourful stall that seemed to sell colourful baubles and trinkets. "He would make a good match for you, you know...."

 

[Wolfsister]

Noah

"How about we just forget about all of this and... just try and figure out what's gonna happen with the Spirit,"

Drakalin sighed and nodded, silently appreciating the other's understanding. Chewing on some roasted meat, he drew a thoughtful frown.

"I would think that you don't really know what the Spirit is, though we have lived with her all of our lives, but you haven't. Tell me, did you have gods in your world?"

He continued once he had been given an answer, "Well, she is sort of like a Goddess. Most people see Her as that, but most that do are ignorant folk. Commoners and farmers and those that don't have such regular contact with Her or Her powers."

He sighed, trying to think of a way to explain the Spirit, "She is powerful, but I have met her and I do see her as mortal, unlike most. She simply holds abilities and long life that is beyond most of our kind here in the Vale. For some She had been around for thousands of years. For others, the younger folk, She has been around since the beginning of time. But it was not always so. Once we had other gods and goddesses. What happened to them I don't know, but the Spirit, when she came, presented a person that cared. A person we could touch and ask advice. A person that could do things for us, make our world better. And a person that wanted to."

He shook his head, "I wish you could fly. We could get to her much much faster. As it is, it will be at least two weeks, a week if we travel hard." He sighed and chewed another piece of meat. The earlier awkwardness having vanished under his professionalism.

"I suppose in that time I can teach you a bit more of this place. And other such skills. I don't suppose you know how to break a camp?" he raised a slightly scaly eyebrow ridge.

 

[Wolfsister]

Elmhand

The Nightstalker screamed out a last, final, challenge before it began to swing its claws in a downwards arc towards the Ent, but before it could complete its attack, a glancing blow to its chin connected. If it had eyes, it would have widened them in shock, however it didn't, so instead it howled with a mixture of pain and disbelief.

Then the kick aimed at its groin connected. Again, shock registered on the Stalker's features, but then a slate of anger and hatred quickly covered the surprise. Of course, and unfortunately for Elmhand, the Night Stalker had no genitals to speak of. They way they reproduced in their own world was both blindingly painful and strangley beautiful. Though, completely bewildering.

The female of the species would court the male of her choosing. Usually the most brutal that she could find. She would make him heel to her wishes, even if he wasn't ready to mate. Once she decided on a male, they had no say in the matter, simply because the females were rather more dominant and stronger than the males could ever be.

Slowly, she would unravel his voidal nature. That is, she would begin to shred him to peices. Slowly, she would eat these shreds until his base nature was revealed. This, though time was not measured in their world, would take a matter of months. His base nature would be what others could just indistinctly see whenever he screamed. The Void they all carried in themselves was directly linked to the strength and power they possessed. The larger the void, that is the larger the piece of the world around them they possessed, the more power and thus status they recieved.

It also indicated how much offspring they would produce. The larger the void, or in their own tongue, the Yverri, the more offspring the mother would be able to regurgitate.

After swallowing all of the male's physical body, the Yverri would be sucked into the female's body via her own Yverri. For a long, indeterminate time afterwards, the female would be covered in both her own internal Yverri and the male's external Yverri. In a final explosion, the Yverri would be sucked up completly inside the female and she was expel, on the next breath, her offspring. They would be conglomerates of both her own Yverri and the male's. However, she would retain some of her own Yverri and remain alive, where as the male would have given up (sometimes not by his choice) all of himself for the continuation of his species. The little sparks of individual Yverri would then form their armour (the purple-bluish) skin. Once their amour was fully formed, they would begin life in their harsh world as fully grown adults.

So, genitals weren't exactly a factor to be considered in this fight. The Stalker was slightly puzzled as to why the Ent had decided to kick him in that spot (this Stalker was indeed, male) but he chalked it up to the only place the Ent thought to kick to inflict him pain. Which just happened to be the case. However, even though the physical attack did hurt, it was far from a fatal blow.

The Stalker shrieked, stepping backwards and away from the Ent. Screaming yet another challenge, it shrieked and raised one clawed hand. Swiping it downwards, bladed spikes suddenly appeared along the four knuckle ridges. These blades glowed white hot and heat waves emanated from them that all of the party could feel it, though obviously Elmhand would be the most effected.

It began to slice these blades through the air in such a way that its own claws would cut through the air and just afterwards the blades on its knuckles would rend the wounds the claws had just cut. These deadly weapons were once again aimed towards Elmhand as it shrieked again, revealed some of its Yverri in its voidal mouth.

It aimed a punch with its left (unarmed) hand towards Elmhand's shield of branches, hopefully hiding the scything uppercut of its right (armed) hand. Obviously the stalker wanted to catch Elmhand from beneath and cut him to ribbons.

 

[Wolfsister]

Silverfang

"Good! Good!"

Varic strapped the last of the camp together and heaved the pack onto his back. "Lets move off then. We're going East. I hope that you can keep up with me!"

At that the elf began to trot off. Of course he would have tired eventually but for now he was fresh and he wanted to pace the journey. Hopefully Silverfang could actually manage to fly in a straight line. Nevertheless, he knew that Eric would help when needed or asked.

At present, the elf was managed a good healthy 20 k/p/h.

 

[Wolfsister]

Michael

"But how did we get back here? is everyone alright? what happened? Are you alright?"

Sila shook in his arms, but she smiled as beautifully as ever. The dwarves and fairies that were clustered around them were just as puzzled as he was. But Sila smiled in a comforting way, "Dragon magick," was all she said and then all the puzzled frowns melted away in some semblance of understanding.

Tula came tutting over, the ever present mother, though she was a queen. "Sila!" she wrestled the younger fairy from Michael's grip and gave her a motherly bear hug. "I'm so glad you've come home. It has been two weeks! We were afraid for you. I was about to send others to go search for you."

Takkin and Renvir both looked up in alarm, "But we've been gone for naught four days!" exlaimed the latter dwarf. Sila's eyes were also huge with concern and puzzlement. "The Dragon must have warped Time..." she whispered, though that realm of magick seemed to be only the property of the Spirit herself.

"I'm sure he had a good reason..." murmured Tula, though she herself was more than a little quizzical.

"Well, you're back now. You must be hungry and tired. Your chambers have been kept as they were," she looked over Mike's armour, "It seems we neednt' worry bout your amour, friend. But later we need speak of the Green Skins."

 

[wolfknight20]

Silverfang wished to see how fast he moved on land before he had to so he started after varic on foot and was able to match his speed and kept up with him for a good half hour for droping back enough to take to the air

once in the air Silver flew along right above varic with eric close by his wing to help if he need to

 

[Mantra]

Jay

The huge treant and the nightstalker were locked in battle, each seeking to lay a crippling blow on the other. Suddenly there was a bright flash of red and orange as the flaming horse literally danced around the Night Stalker's head.

The horse practically danced in air, leaping from empty space to empty space, never still. As Jay moved, flaming hooves stamped and smashed down on any exposed bit the Stalker presented. Sharp teeth bit and tore at the motley flesh between angry snarls and snorts. As the Stalker reoriented on the new threat and looked up, Jay bellowed an enraged roar and spat out a great cloud of flaming hot embers and thick acrid smoke straight into the Stalker's inhuman face.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Eeth vs. The Elven Queen

Eeth’s return to the Elven throne room was a lot more dignified than when he left it, and for that he was glad. Of course, when he was dragged from the throne room with a death sentence on his head from the deranged queen, he didn’t think he’d ever get the chance to come back. This time around, though, he’d either leave the throne room on his own two feet or on a stretcher.

All the way from the cave to the throne room, Eeth’s back was straight and stiff. He didn’t look around except to note the position of the sun in the sky, nor did he show any nervousness or fear for what was to come. When Eeth noted it being mid-day, he couldn’t help but think about the “Old West” show-downs that were done at high-noon. He figured that some tumble-weeds blowing by would complete the image, but no tumble-weeds went a-tumbling by.

Then Queen Ilandria came into view, sitting atop her throne. She ignored the group as they came marching in, with the Golden Guard dropping to their knees in unison, along with Van, while Rolyn simply remained standing, placing a fist above his heart. Eeth, however, did neither, despite Van’s insistent tugging. Eeth remained stiffly standing at attention, and when everyone else dropped to their knees, he simply gave short bow at the waist. In his eyes, Ilandria wouldn’t have even gotten that if it weren’t for the throne she sat upon; in other words, Eeth’s bow was more to the position and power of the throne rather to who currently sat upon it.

Then the queen began speaking, further revealing her madness as she named herself her champion and generally showed contempt towards Eeth and Rolyn, specifically Eeth.

"You! You think you can beat me, Guardian?”

At being addressed, Eeth seemed to relax from his rigid posture as he stepped forward, so that he was slightly ahead of Rolyn. Behind his back, Eeth gave Rolyn a small thumbs up to indicate that Rolyn should begin working on his plans now, rather than waiting for the fight to start. Eeth doubted that he could keep the queen busy long enough with the fight itself for the spell to work.

“Do I think I can beat you, your majesty?” asked Eeth, his face calm for a moment. “It would depend upon the contest. In a fight such as one that seems to lie before us, I doubt that I can. In a contest of wits, I just might come out on top. In a popularity contest,” Eeth paused for a moment to look around, examining the crowd around them, then a small grin appeared on his face. “I just might stand a chance.”

“But seeing as how the contest between us is to be a fight,” said Eeth, turning his gaze back upon the Queen. “Then I propose two games of chance before the fight begins: one to decide the rules of the contest, the second to make things…interesting.”

Eeth hoped that the queen would go for this scheme that he was proposing. With what he had in mind as the choices for the games of chance, it would hopefully even out the fight. Eeth stood there silently, watching the queen to see how she would respond, and waited.

 

[Wolfsister]

Silverfang wished to see how fast he moved on land before he had to so he started after varic on foot and was able to match his speed and kept up with him for a good half hour for droping back enough to take to the air

once in the air Silver flew along right above varic with eric close by his wing to help if he need to

It was close to dark when Varic finally slowed down after having done about 10 k/p/h for half a day. He hadn't really been able to talk in that time, his breath being reserved for running, that was. He felt some sort of urgency in the air. Something in his soul told him that he was needed, and soon.

This punishing pace was set and luckily both Eric and Silver had been able to keep up. He didn't say anything about his feelings, though it was obvious that there was something distracting him.

When Silver alighted, Varic told him to go see if he could dig up some dry branches in the small oasis they had stopped for the night in. The water was cool and refreshing after a hard day's run and Varic wasn't really in the mood to talk as he set traps around for any desert animals that happened to pass by.

Eric, meanwhile, had been teaching Silver the finer points of flying. Such as wind direction, riding currents and preventing being blown off course. By the end of the day, Silver would more than likely have gotten the hang of just straight flying. Next time, Eric would concentrate on maneuvering in the air. Loop de loops and such like. Silver would have to learn to attack and defend from the ground as well as the air if he was to survive his Guardian tasks.

 

[Wolfsister]

Jay

The Nightstalker's battle with the Ent was briefly interrupted Jay abruptly leapt into the scene once again. The stalker screamed a defiant shout, its Yverri glowing within the caverns of its mouth and in the ensueing confusion, most of Jay's hits landed.

The stalker screamed again and again, this time in pain that it was clearly not used to. It beat about its head with his arms, flailing slightly in an attempt to capture the flaming horse in its webbed fingers. It did not forget the Ent, however, and simply lowered its other arm to wave its claws in a ferocious manner towards the Ent to discourage it to take advantage of the Stalker's momentary pain.

Screaming again, the stalker suddenly sucked in a huge breath, its chest expanding with the newly collected air and with a snarl, it spat out a glob of dark, boiling material.

It had the consistancy of jello and the smell of burnt tarmac. Globs spewed from the stalker's mouth and were aimed at both Elmhand and the NightMare. If any landed, the defenders were in for a very, very hot surprise as well as a few other nasty tricks the Stalker was able to pull from its grey sleeves.

 

[Wolfsister]

Eeth and Ilandria

“In a popularity contest, I just might stand a chance.”

There were a few snickers, from unseen faces, yet the queen and indeed the entire gathering heard them. Ilandria's face slowly changed colour to firstly pink, then a gastly purple before her skin seemed to return to normal. She favoured Eeth with a toothy, berserker smile, "Do not presume to be my match in wits, Guardian!"

Nevertheless, she let the elf continue to talk, even though this sort of challenge did not merit the need to.

“Then I propose two games of chance before the fight begins: one to decide the rules of the contest, the second to make things…interesting.”

The queen paused to consider then, her shining dark eyes intent on Eeth as Rolyn took his chance to glance around. He knew what he was looking for and was more than a little relieved when he found it.

At regular intervals around the High Courtyard stood six Elders. Normally there were eight, but the other two were no-where to be seen. Rolyn had to assume that they would not have co-operated and so the other six had taken things into their own hands. This, while not too troubling, still filled Rolyn with dread.

He was suddenly glad that Eeth seemed to be stalling for time. He had not missed the odd signal the younger elf had given behind his back, and though he was no familiar with its meaning, he had to assume that it was supposed to be a comforting gesture.

Stranger and stranger still, Rolyn was actually beginning to like the young cub of an elf. Very strange indeed.

With only six Elders committed to the Spell Binding, it would take more time and more energy to complete. Rolyn prayed to all the gods and goddesses that he knew of, as well as a healthy prayer to the Spirit that Eeth would be able to hold out for as long as was needed. He could not tell Eeth any of this, however, and he knew that the younger elf was essentially, from this moment on, alone in his endeavours.

Rolyn flicked his eyes towards each of the Elders again and noted with a satisfactory feeling that they had already started. He watched the elves that surrounding the Elders and noted that they were all part of the resistance. At least that much had gone to plan.

Ilandria thought about Eeth's proposal for a little while as silence rung out around the court. There was a low hum of expectaton in the air however and Ilandria was too puzzled to take note of the brief flare of Power that registered on the edge of her mind. She thought about all the different games of chance there could be and exactly what the Guardian would wager on those games.

Finally, out of sheer curiosity, she looked him straight in the eye. "Very well. Two games of chance. One for rules, and one for... more interesting wagers."

She stood then, appearing to 'tower' over Eeth's position. "The first game? My terms are Magicks, Weapons and Death."

She would wait to see how he explained the second game and his wagers before putting up any more of her own.

 

[wolfknight20]

Silver did as he was asked and went to find some wood

as he was searching silver had the oddest feeling as tho he was being watched he decided to mention it to Eric and varic when he returned

 

[rengadeirishman]

"Aye we do at that Majesty." Michael said. "I would call together the elders, war is coming, and we must make it feel welcome." He said. He felt different, more in command. He felt the way he only imagined knights must always have felt. He was ready, he would unite the vale, and in so doing save it.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Eeth and Ilandria

"Very well. Two games of chance. One for rules, and one for... more interesting wagers. The first game? My terms are Magicks, Weapons and Death."

Eeth raised a thoughtful eye brow at the queen, almost as if he were considering what she said and how best to counter it. In actuality, he was trying to figure out what she meant by “terms.” After some thought, about thirty seconds worth, he figured that she meant wagers, which was something that was absolutely unnecessary, so he decided to let her know that.

“Terms? Oh, you mean wagers. No, no, no, no,” said Eeth, chuckling and waving his finger at her as if she were wrong. “Your majesty, the games I have in mind cannot be wagered upon in the manner of which you speak. No, there is only the options in the games of chance, no wagers.”

Eeth turned to Rolyn for a second, and offered his blades to him: “Hold these for a moment, please.”

He then walked over to another elf who happened to have a coin purse on him. “May I borrow a coin for the purposes of this endeavor?” Eeth asked. The elf pulled out a gold coin and handed it to Eeth, which he admired as he turned and started walking towards the queen. The coin was unmarked on one side, but on the other was the stamped image of a dragon in flight with a rider holding a spear upon it.

“The first game is a coin toss,” started Eeth as he walked towards, then past, the queen, coming to stop on one side of the throne after having walked around behind it. “There are two outcomes from the coin toss. The dragon emblem represents the first outcome. The blank side, the second outcome. The first outcome is a fight with no magic allowed. Weapons and death of course, but no magic. Should the dragon side come up, the first person to use magic forfeits the fight. The blank side is a fight with magic allowed. No restrictions.”

“To demonstrate how this works, I’ll flip the coin in a test,” said Eeth. He then proceeded to toss the coin into the air, having it flip over several times before catching it in his palm, and then turning his palm over on the back of his other hand. “The dragon emblem,” said Eeth when he pulled his hand away. “That would mean no magic allowed.”

He then started walking away, without so much as a glance at the queen. “For the official coin toss, I’ll ask a member of the audience around us to flip the coin in a similar manner as to what I just showed.”

Eeth then turned a circle, looking at the crowd. “For the second game, I’ll need four things: a bowl and three beads or small stones, preferably of different colors. Anyone happen to have those items handy?”

Eeth almost completely ignored the queen, only keeping an eye on her out the corner of his eye to make sure she didn’t start the fight too early. Besides, he didn’t need to see how she reacted to his actions. He could guess that she would be extremely mad, if not downright pissed at how blatantly he had disregarded her “I’m in a higher position than you are” tactics. Eeth put on his best prize-winning smile, not only because he wanted to have some support from the people, but because if the queen saw it, it would most likely make her even madder.

Eeth figured that the madder someone was in a fight, while they are more dangerous, the less likely they will be thinking straight and the more likely they are to make a big mistake. This thought added more to his smile, as he stood waiting.