Isle of the Last Knights

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

Confused by the Stormwalker, I ask him, "What is clothing?" As the wizard answers, he asks for my help. What good is the help of the Faerie in a matter like this? Instead of asking that question, I am swept away by the next question the firemaker asks. "Alas, I should return to my people. If I help you, will you help me? If the answer is aye, then we shall go forth now." Realizing that my wings are dry enough to fly, I do so, perching upon the wizard's shoulder.

 

[Angelus]

Matthew

As soon as he saw the smoke in the distance Matthew wondered what type of building would cause that much smoke. Then he realized what was in that direction- it was the castle of the king! He turned his horse in that direction and started to ride off but then he realized he was too far away and he had to find out what the bandits were up to- if there was any.

He turned his horse in the direction of the forest and wondered what he was going to find when he got there. He knew that there was no way he would get any help if he got into any trouble. When he realized what he was probably riding into he cursed silently.

 

[Paendragon]

Ian muttered the words, and a Gateway opened. He stepped through with the Fay on his shoulder.

There were flames everywhere.

"Perhaps you should take flight little friend<" he looked to his shoulder, but the Fay had already taken flight after coming through the doorway.

"Father!" the scream came from the courtyard of the large castle ahead.

Ian ran forward, staff ready, through the flaming gate, casting out his senses for signs of life. He felt the woman before he saw her, standing by a burning carriage, eyes transfixed on the castle.

He took in his surroundings. Half the buildings were on fire. Only half. The rest seemed untouched. The villager were only now starting to fight the fire. Ian threw his cloak to the ground, so as not to frighten anyone. He wanted all to be sure he was not the Dark Wizard.

"My Lady!" he called out.

She turned to him. "My father! He's inside!"

Ian looked toward the castle. The roof was somehow on fire. He raised his arms to the sky, and called forth a storm. In seconds a drizzle started over the castle and the town. The drizzle became rain, and the rain became a hard rain. The villagers looked up to the sky in wonder, as if prayers had been answered. Only the Lady knew otherwise. She stared directly at him.

For some reason, her eyes made him uncomfortable. He looked to the castle, and was startled to see the roof still burning. Indeed, the flames were getting larger.

He held the staff out before him and whispered the Words. Above the castle the storm intensified, the rain grew harder, colder. It turned to sleet, then to snow. He kept up the chant. He concentrated, on the Wizard's Fire willing it off the roof, and it obeyed. He then pulled the cold out from the storm and poured it into the fire, freezing it instantly.

He moved the now frozen flame over the side of the roof, and lowered it into the moat. He released the Power.

Exhaustion hit him hard, driving him to his knees. He was perspiring hard, causing his clothing to go damp. The energy poured into the Wizard's Fire was incredible, but why? Why this castle, and no others?

A shadow fell over him. He looked up to see the Lady.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Through the magical portal we go and upon the other side, I lift away from Stormwalker. In the air, I watch the entire day's events since dawn--the rising of the sun, the midday feast, the princess's departure, the wizard's destruction, and our ultimate arrival. As I'm starting to understand, the sky begins to leak--rain begins to drizzle from the air.

I take this as a hint to get away from town and with lightening speed, I fly downward under a tree. From my wooden perch, I watch as Stormwalker uses an extrodinary amount of energy to stop a single fire--odd folk. When the fire is extinguished in the castle moat, the wizard collapses and the rain ceases. The princess walks over to the wizard and I decide that I should also help him. Flying to the wizard, I look at the princess and announce, "I am Bobo le Fay, of the Faerie."

Then, I check the wizard to see if he is okay. Convinced that his own healing ability will prove inefficient, I summon a power from deep inside of me. A shadow moves over us as I draw all of the sunlight from the air. From my small body, a sharp ray of light descends to the wizard and mends his soul. When he looks up at me, I ask, "Is that what you mean? To help you?"

 

[Lady Violet]

Imogen of Glastonbury

Imogen rushed to the wizards side (for she assumed thats what he was) and was met by a little man with wings.

"I am Bobo le Fay, of the Faerie" it tell her. She nods, and watches in amazement as the little man seems to glow, and the wizard opens his eyes.

"You're ok" she says. The wizard growns a bit, stands up and stretches. Then, he helps up the princess. He looked down at the little man and tell him that even though his size is small, his heart is not.

"I will never forget what you've done for me" he tells the faerie.

Imogen smiles at the wizard, her face warm from the excitment. "Thank you" she says, kissing him on the cheek. "I believe you saved my father. Oh, my father, he's still in there!"

The wizard put his hands on her shoulders, drawing her closer. "I'll go see to him, M'Lady. You stay here with Bobo".

Imogen watched with amazement as the wizard created a door out of thin air, and disapeared into it. She was still trying to over come the shock of everything that happened, when she noticed someone lying on the ground. She ran up, and realized at once who the man was. She began to rip up her dress in long strips and pressed them to the mans wounds, mummuring that everything was going to be ok.

"Thank you" she whispered in his ear, her lips lightly touching his cheek.

 

[Paendragon]

Feeling extraordinarily refreshed, Ian stepped through the doorway into the castles main hall. He nearly tripped over a servants body sprawled accross the ground in front of him. The servant had a bloody gash in his chest.

Ian froze. No magic did that. It seems the Wizard wasn't alone. He carefully leaned his staff against the wall, and whispered a few words to turn it invisible. He then unsheathed the two long daggers (although they were closer in length to short swords) he wore at his hips.

The first dead servant wasn't alone. Ian followed the trail of bodies down the hall. Most looked to have been killed in combat, but almost half lie as if sleeping. Ian cast out his senses to the dead, enough to verify his suspicions. They had been poisoned. On a hunch, he checked one of the bodies that had been stabbed, as well. It too was full of poison. Why murder someone who would have been dead in minutes?

His turned a corner, and was met by two armored men with bloody swords. They were far too healthy looking to be anything but the enemy. He could have used his magic, but didn't want to expend too much energy in case the Dark Wizard returned. Besides, knowing the ways of physical combat is what made him a Warrior mage.

He levelled the daggers at the enemy and assumed a fighting stance, left foot slightly in front of the right.

The enemy charged, thinking to overwhelm him. A mistake. Ian waited for the first man to swing his sword, then danced back a step, deflecting the attack with his left blade. The second man thrusted his sword at the mage, trying to skewer him. Ian deflected his thrust as well, using his own momentum against him. The Mages foot lashed out, his heel smashing the second guards kneecap, and his left blade opened his throat, pushing him into his partner, who in turn launched a deperate swide a Ian's head. Stormwalker ducked below it, and, spinning his blades in his hands, sunk one of them to the hilt at the point where his enemies breastplate ended under his arm.

He waited until they were dead, before he stepped over them.

 

[Paendragon]

Ian had killed six more men by the time he reached the Throne Room. He pushed open the doors slowly.

At first, he though the King was still alive and was looking at him. Than he saw the sightless eyes for what they were. He cast his senses out, just to make sure. He bowed his head.

The King was dead.

"Oh, Lady. I'm sorry," he whispered. He examined the body, closely. There was no poison present, and no wound visible. Only by physical examination was he able to find it. A small entry wound under his right arm. The Kings blood was on the throne, and on the floor by the right side of the throne, where it would have fallen from the withdrawing blade.

That troubled Ian. Unless the killer was an assasin of incredible skill, the King must have known him to allow him to get this close without at least trying to escape.

Ian cast out his senses, trying to find anyone alive in the vicinity. He found nothing.

He whispered a few words of magic, and formed a barrier around the King, preserving the body for burial. No one would be able to touch it without his, which meant the Lady's, permission. His last act before setting out to retrieve his staff, was to bow low, before the former King.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay

In the courtyard, I move above the princess and higher still. At some point, I notice the movement. Against a cottage, just beginning to burn, a man struggles, trying to stand. The other side of the building is home to a destroyed and flaming carraige.

I immediately dive toward the man in distress (that's you Azreal) and repeat my act of focusing the healing powers of the sun. "Arise human, I am Bobo le Fay. Declare yourself friend and tell me your name or call yourself foe and die by my blade."

 

[faust]

Chief Ortega

Ortega had been trodding through grassy fields, whistling an upbeat battle tune, when he first felt the vibrations in his veins. It was as if a great vaccum was created in his bloodstream, causing in to leap around his body in an erratic manner. "Hmmm, someone closeby draws upon the Holy Blood," he muttered to himself (infedels refer to the Holy Blood as the Well). Obviously, this was a sign from the Great Spirit. He was meant to be here at this time. This was perhaps the path to his own Enlightenment.

Not wasting a moment, Ortega took off running toward the source of the vibrations. Upon rounding a hill, he came into view of a magnificent castle. Stunning. He would have looted it in a second had he still been chieftain. Well, those decisions were now up to his son Morkii, the new chieftain of the Nighthawk... His mission from now on would be to seek enlightenment, so that he could one day join the Great Spirit in the Land of Warriors.

Sitting himself down on the grass, Ortega watched the castle as various events unfolded. He saw fires lick at its roofteops; two men fight in the courtyard; a woman leap out of the carriage and start running around (he frowned at this last one - women should be mending weapons and cooking dinner somewhere in a tent, not intruding upon a men's battle); a wizard and a giant flying insect appear out of nowhere; and finally a heavy rain extinguish the flames. Interesting. He still wasn't sure what it was the Great Spirit wished him to discover here, though. Until that happened, he would just continue to sit here and watch the rest of the show...

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Azreal groaned softly, barely audible as he rolled his torso and pushed himself up into a sitting position. He felt as though a stampede of horses had trampled him and that somehow he was now considered the walking dead. He blinking his eyes and was greeted by the lovely face of the woman he had saved earlier.

Azreal rolled up to one knee and bowed his head, "M'Lady." He kept his head down until he thought that he had shown his respect and stood slowly, letting his bones and muscles come back into the waking world of consiousness. He looked up to the sky and saw the small winged creature, though it appeared to be one of the rumored Fay.

Azreal bowed his head once more, "I am friend, and I thank you for healing the wounds that I had." He turned and wandered out from behind the carriage, the princess and the Fay following him.

"There is a wizard here," Azreal exclaimed, "Doe he serve the Dark forces?" He cast his eyes up to the Fay, knowing somehow that he had already met this wizard.

"No, this wizard is of the Good," The tiny Fay responds.

He remembered he still had his sword drawn. He sheathed it on his back and turned to the princess, "Are you alright m'lady?"

 

[delite]

ooc can i join in please?

Lady cara ( but never uses the Lady bit)
Age; 19
Height; 5'7
Weight; about 8 1/2 stone
description: A mop of curly dark red curls tops a pixie shaped face, dominated by dark brown eyes.(well eye the other is covered with a leather eye patch)
Cara never wears dresses and isussually found in loose trousers and a baggy white shirt. Cara carries a light fencing sword wich she can use with average ability , she also carries a diseptively dainty knife and with this she is lethal.
Bio: Cara is the wayward daughter of a royal house, Cara has spent most of her life in rebellion loosing her eye in a sword fight in an unseemly Tavern when she was only 16. She left home when sickness killed her parents and her brother tryed to marry her off to an elderly prince.



IC;
Cara was heading for the Castle, she had been there as a child, the king was her uncle on her mothers side and Cara was hopeing for a hot meal and if she was lucky a soft bed.
The flames warned her that all was not well, grasping the hilt of her sword Cara ran forward only to come to a dead stop just in front of her siting on the ground was a man quite a large man dressed in cured leathers and he appeared heavily armed, he also appeared to be watching the activities at the castle, giving every appearance of a theatre goer enjoying a drama played out on a stage.
Cara stepped back hoping the man hadn't heard her hasty arrival.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

Glad to hear the warrior declare himself friend, I answer his question, "No, this wizard is of the Good." Then, reminding the human of the other part of my question, I ask for his name. As he tells me, he sheaths his sword and asks the lady about her health. I take my leave, again flying into the air to survey the surroundings.

I watch as Stormwalker exits the castle with a depressed expression on his face. Turning, I see a woman in mens clothing nearly trip over a man sitting on a hill, watching the spectacle. Nowhere, could I see any evil wizard. Understanding that the now is safe, I swoop down to Stormwalker and perch on his shoulder. Easily within earshot, I tell him of the warrior near the cottage. "Also, there are two people watching us from that hill." I point toward the hill. "Which should we investigate first?"

 

[faust]

Chief Ortega

Ortega listened to the footsteps come to a sudden halt behind him. He spoke without turning, "It's useless to hide your presence now. You tread like a dragon in heat. By the way, if you be heading to the castle, I believe you are too late."

Ortega finally turned around to face the person. A female infedel, dressed in man's clothing, armed with man's weapons, and sporting an eye patch like the mythological Sea Raiders. Ortega clicked his tongue with displeasure. If this was what the world was coming to.... He had to remind himself to let go of his personal judgements. He wasn't here for himself, he was here because the Great Spirit wished it! But what was he supposed to learn? Where was the path to Enlightenment?

Turning once more toward the castle, Ortega spoke to the woman, "It appers that we have been noticed by the victors. I think I will head down to the castle. Come if you wish."

 

[Paendragon]

Sadness and New Arrivals

Ian listened to the words of the Fay, then looked in the direction he had indicated. He sent out his senses, and felt the presence of the two newcomers. Strong presences, both of them. They began to move closer, and Ian withdrew his touch.

He turned his head toward the Fay on his shoulder. "Our watchers seem to be coming toward us. We'll wait for their arrival. You are proving to be an invaluable ally, my friend. I thank you."

He then turned and looked toward the Warrior, and the young Lady near the cottage. "First, however, I'm afraid I must be bearer of terrible news to another new friend."

 

[Paendragon]

OOC: Welcome to the party Delite.

 

[Lady Violet]

Imogen of Glastonbury

Imogen sighed when the knight moved, now healed by the faerie. When he bowed to her, she felt a tears stir within and gently touched the top of his head. She appreciated all that he had done, yet no words came to her.

She followed him back to the carriage, now a black mess, with smoke drifting up into the air.

"Are you alright m'lady?" the knight asked her.

"I will be, once I know where my father is" she replied. She finally found out his name, when he told it to the faerie. Azreal. She repeated the name in her mind. Now where have I heard that name before, she thought. She turned to ask him where else he had fought when she noticed the wizard coming out of the castle door. "Excuse me" she murmured to Azreal and ran to the wizard.

"My father, is he alright?" she asked. But in her heart she knew, for she could see it upon his face. She clung to him, the tears now pouring freely from her eyes, and the wizard put his arms around her, enveloping her in his cloak.

 

[Paendragon]

He held her gently. He could feel her whole body trembling.

"I'm sorry... I was too late." His hands reached up cradling her head against his shoulder.

She cried like one whose whole world had been turned on it's head... because it had.

She took a few deep breaths, and visibly calmed herself. She took a step back from him, and looked up at him, with red eyes. "I don't even know your name."

He stepped back, and bowed. "Ian Stormwalker, My Lady."

"Please, rise Master Stormwalker. I no longer deserve to be bowed to. Everything that i have is gone. I am Imogen."

He rose from his bow, and looked at her, troubled. "You have your life, My Lady. Not many who faced what you did can say the same."

"I have Azreal to thank for that," she replied, gesturing to the Warrior standing behind her.

Ian nodded to the man, recognizing him from the village earlier in the day. Azreal nodded in return, never taking his eyes of the Mage.

Ian looked back toward Imogen. She seemed to be willing herself not to cry. "I wish we were meeting under better circumstances."

"As do I, Master Mage." She looked to the ground, before meeting his eyes again. "Can you tell me where my father is?"

"He's in the Throne Room, My Lady."

She nodded and started walking toward the castle. Ian reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Careful, Mage," Azreal warned. "She is under my protection."

"I mean her no harm, Azreal," Ian replied, keeping his eyes on Imogen. "We must be leaving here immediately, My Lady."

"Why?" she asked. Her eyes staring at his hand on her arm.

Ian frowned. He didn't want to tell her like this. Maybe it was for the best. "Your father wasn't killed in the fire. He was stabbed."

She stared at him in shock. "Stabbed?"

He nodded. "I killed several men inside the castle, but am not sure how many more there are. We need to get you away from here."

"He's right, Imogen," Azreal said. "Plus, there is the Wizard to worry about." He looked at Ian quickly, before continuing. "The other Wizard, that is. The one I fought."

"You fought him?" Ian asked, his clear black eyes boring into Azreal.

"I lost," Azreal answered, shrugging. "This time."

Ian looked at him. He fought the Wizard and lived. He would have to find out in detail what happened. Later though.

"I suggest we go and meet the new arrivals, and then leave this place. I assure you Imogen, your fathers remains will be preserved until you return."

Imogen, reluctantly nodded, and began walking toward the newcomers. Followed by Azreal.

Ian turned his head to Bobo, who had been lounging on his shoulder the entire time. "Please keep your eyes open, friend. We might be getting more company than we wish before long." He then followed Azreal.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

This day is becoming rather frightening. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take before abandoning my friends and trying to get back to Faerie. Then again, all of the Fay in Faerie pick on me. I suppose that I don't actually have a true home.

The wizard tells me that I am a good ally; but, all that I can do is fly around and look at people. Well, I can heal the wounded, too; but, that's not much help if we get into trouble. Sure, I can tell the warrior to declare himself friend or die by my blade--but what can a Fay do against these giants?

Holding back any more of these ghastly thoughts, I put the past behind me. I will return to Faerie when I am ready to be the Fay that my father raised. I sit up from my lounging position and turn slightly so I can speak directly to Stormwalker, "I shall keep my eyes open. I hope it helps."

 

[delite]

'Bugger' thought Cara, the rather dangerous looking bloke in front of her had heared her,
'err well yes I was heading that way ' said Cara rather hesitantly. She was not at all sure that she wanted to go down to the Castle in the company of this warrior.
Cara was just about to thank him, and take up his offer of company when she remembered the about the dragon in heat referance,
'I'll have you know' said Cara 'that Iam reputed to be very light on my feet'. Nor do I need the compnay of an aged, rag tag Warrior'
Thinking before she spoke when irate had never been one of Cara's strong points.
with this Cara made to stalk of, Unfortunately having stuck her nose up in the air Cara was not paying any attention to where her feet were going,
'oooooowwwwwwww shit!'
Cara fell over a tree root and in very undignified manner tumbled some way down the hill.,

 

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

"In fact, good mage, there seems to be some company coming down that hill, right now." I point at the figure tumbling down the hill to our right. I laugh inaudibly at these crazy creatures--they should learn to fly already.

 

[Angelus]

Matthew rode towards the large group of men who were running towards him, his sword in his hand. He let out a shout as he rode towards them; knowing that if he let them go then they would kill more people like the ones in the carriage. He hadn't been early enough to stop them but he would make them pay with their lives.

He rode hard towards them and was close to one of them but before he could cut down at the person there was a loud crack of thunder and a figure appeared before him. He looked at the man who grinned evilly at him and raised his hands then fired a bolt of energy at Matthew who screamed out in pain.

He was thrown back through the air and felt as though he was getting pulled somewhere.

Before he knew it he went flying across the ground and slammed into the stone wall of a castle. He tried to get to his feet but before he could a sword was placed to his throat and a voice said, "Who are you and how did you get here?!"

 

[faust]

Chief Ortega

Ortega laughed to himself as the woman tumbled down the hill. Perhaps this was the Great Spirit's message - that life is funny even in the middle of bloodshed. Or maybe not. He followed the woman down the hill, appraising the other warriors with a cold gaze.

 

[delite]

Cara sat up rubbing her ankle, the Warrior had followed her down the hill and was now stood smirking at her, this was not conducive to an Improvement in Cara's temper.
"what are you smirking at? you tit on the underbelly of a bogsow!!"
At that moment there were only 2 things stoppng Cara from getting up and running him through with her sword (well 3 actually but she didn't want to admit the 3rd to herself which was that she was probably out matched by the warrior) those 2 being 1, she really need to get to the Castle and find out what was going on and if her Uncle a cousin were alright.
2, At the moment she wasn't that sure she could get up, her ankle hurt like hell.
Cara scowled, looked up at the Warrior and said " well? are you going to help me up then!"

 

[faust]

Chief Ortega

Ortega extended a hand to the woman. With his help, she stood up, wincing in pain. Ortega chuckled at her clumsiness. "You know, perhaps you should spend less time showing off and more time watching your step. As the Great Spirit teaches us, 'He who lives in arrogance will die in shadows. Man is quick to cast his gaze on a clown, and just as quick to look away.'" He doubted that the infidels could understand the wisdom of the Holy Word, but he still felt obligated to try...

 

[Lord Kenshin]

The return of Azreal.. heh

Azreal followed the others, keeping close to Imogen, his eyes looking for anything out of the ordinary. His hands remained at readiness, waiting for that expected sneak attack that the Dark warriors had perfected, and that Azreal had himself perfected to be on the look out for any such attacks.

"Keep your eyes peeled and stay on your feet," he warned the others. Probally unnecessary but he always took extra steps when protecting himself and others.

HE continued to follow them silently, waiting for whatever was next to come.


OOC:
Sorry, I couldn't stop looking at Cara's little avatar thing.. lol..