Isle of the Last Knights

[delite]

Cara looked at the warrior and her scowl deepened first he refers to her as a dragon in heat , then he laughs at her when she falls over and now he has the bare faced to cheek to refer to her as a clown.
"you have to be one of the rudest people it has ever been my misfortune to meet" said Cara petulantly .

"Hey look there are people coming towards us" Cara's hand goes to her sword hilt, and she mummers a prayer of thanks that the big warrior is with her, there are to many for her to take on alone.
He might be rude and annoying but he looks more than able to hold his own in a fight.

 

[Paendragon]

Ian caught up to the pair before they reached the hill where the strangers were. He was surprised to see one of them was a Native from the Plains. He looked to be a formidable man. His eyes bespoke a confidence in his abilities. A Chief, if Ian remembered what he had learned. At a certain age, they were required to go on a pilgrimmage of sorts. He wished he knew more.

The other was a young woman. She wore a patch over one eye, and carried a sword. She wore a challenging look on her face, staring at each of them in turn.

Both groups stopped five paces apart.

Ian stabbed his staff into the ground, and took an extra step forward. He held out both hands, palm outward, as a sign of peace. He spoke to the chief first, so as not to insult him.

"Greetings War Leader. May the blessings of the Graet Spirit watch over you on your journey." That was the standard greeting for another tribe, but would have to do.

He then turned to the Young Lady. "Greetings to you as well, My Lady." She didn't look it, but Ian had a feeling she was nobility. No use offending anyone. Besides, he had questions that needed answering.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

From my shouldertop vantage, I accompany Stormwalker on his greeting. While I peer at the two rugged individuals, I begin to think that they are not together. Although I dare not speak about them, I could not explain that thought to the mage. When the mage finishes his spiel, I jump in.

Hopping off of Stormwalker's shoulder, I hover a foot before him. I bow to the newcomers. "Perhaps my companion forgot to introduce us. I, my new friends, am Bobo. My friend here is the Good Wizard Stormwalker. Umm, Miss," I ask innocently, "are you injured?" The cycloptic woman glances at her ankle briefly; but, before she can answer, one way or the other, I begin to focus the sun's power. Only lasting a moment, the burst of healing should mend her ankle of any pain.

"We are after a dark wizard--the one who razed this town. Would you two be interested in helping?"

 

[faust]

Chief Ortega

Ortega's eyes widened in surprise as the man addressed him in tribal fashion. Perhaps these people were not the infidels he had assumed them to be. That was another teaching of the Great Spirit: 'Never a man shall assume, for it reveals his ignorance.' Yes, he still had much to learn before passing into the afterlife...

Ortega mimicked the gesture, planting his javelin in the ground and holding out his palms. Then he answered the man in the traditional tribal way. "Well met, fellow Warrior. The Great Spirit sheds His light and brings His followers together - may the Holy Blood protect all those who have faith in it."

 

[Lady Violet]

Imogen of Glastonbury

Imogen held back a little, under the watchful eyes of Azreal. She looked at the newcomers with interest, trying to figure out who they were when all of a sudden it hit her.

"Cara" she whispered. It couldn't be! She was told by Sir Rutford that she had been kidnapped, then murdered. She was angry when her father did nothing to find out who did this, but she still hoped justice would prevail, and now here she was, standing in front of her.

She certainly looks different, thought Imogen. She moved a little to the left, and looked right at her, willing Cara to notice her.

 

[delite]

Cara's grip loosened on her sword hilt as the leader of the group in front of her spoke, she disliked being called My Lady but it was better than a Dragon in heat at least this person was polite,
Then just as she was starting to relax, there is a small tinkling voice, A fay sat on the leaders shoulder, and before Cara can say any thing there is a warm feeling in her ankle and then no more pain.
Cara smiled at the tiny fay and nods her thanks, Cara had thought fay were just a myth having never seen one, now not only had she seen one but it had spoken to her and some how mended her very sore ankle, this had effectively silienced Cara (an unusual occurance)
Cara surveyed the group in front of her as the big warrior spoke,
her eye was drawn to the only female member of the group, Cara began to feel a little uncomfortable why was this beautiful, sophisticated and obviously rich young woman staring at her.
Cara drew herself up to her full height and stared at the woman,
A flicker of reconision hit Cara,"Imogen" Cara whispered to herself, "no it cannot be," The colouring was right but the last time Cara had seen Imogen was when they were small children and had both been climbing trees and had scabby knee's, could this sophisticated, beauty be Imogen?
Taking a step forwards and holding the womans gaze Cara says
"Imogen? it is you isn't?"
With a small laugh and a big grin Cara ran forward and hugged Imogen, careless of imogens dress coming into contact with her grimey garments.

 

[Paendragon]

Bobo's healing of the woman was all he could have hoped for. The small creature showed wonderful instincts. It seemed to immediately lessen the tension in the young woman. He would have to thank his small friend later. With each passing minute he proved his worth more.

It would have normally been his place to introduce his party at the end of the greeting, but in his struggle to remember the intricacies of the Tribal legends, he had forgotten to inform his friends. A mistake. Hopefully, his last in this encounter, but he doubted it.

Ian heard the whispered 'Cara' come from Imogen. Apparently she believed she knew the woman with the patch. Then the woman stepped forward, and Ian froze.

Without thinking, he had put himself in a difficult situation. The open-handed greeting had, by what little he knew of Tribal Law, bound him to peaceful intent. If he showed any signs of backing out now, things could get nasty in a hurry. Granted, his knowledge of the Tribes were limited, but he had no doubt the insult to the Chief would be immense. Therefore, he could not act until he was sure his party was being attacked. He waited, holding his breath.

"Imogen? It is you, isn't it?" The woman laughed and ran to hug Imogen, who returned the smile and the hug.

Ian relaxed. He thought he noticed some tension drain from the Chief as well, but couldn't be sure.

"I am Ian Stormwalker, Master Mage." He knew they must know of his power, so witholding his title would be foolish. "These are my companions, Azreal and Imogen." He gestured to each in turn.

"I wish I had the proper offering of food and drink to offer," he spoke to both of them, but his eyes were on the Chief. Without the refreshment, he was unable to complete the ritual correctly, but knew the Chief was intelligent enough to know that this couldn't be helped. All he had was the water skin he had slung over his shoulder. He pulled it off and held it out to the Warchief.

"What I have is yours, in peace."

 

[Lady Violet]

Imogen of Glastonbury

Imogen held Cara in her arms for what felt like an eternity. It had been so long since they had seen each other. All restrictions between them fell away and their tears mingled. Drawing away from her, Imogen smiled and touched the girls hair, pushing it away from her face.

"Cara, I thought you were in the next world. However did you happen here?"

 

[delite]

"I was in the area and in desperate need of a hot meal and a soft bed, so I thought I'd pop in say hello and try my luck." said Cara grinning cheekily at Imogen.
Cara then looked down at the Castle and the grin disapeared to be replaced by a look of deep concern "but what the in the name of all the gods has been happening round here?""where's Uncle? and who are your friends" with that last statement Cara cast a look over the assembled group, her face only softening slightly as she took in the fay.
(she thought the fay beautiful to look at and less dangerous than the others)
"and whats all this about Dark Wizards?"

 

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

Confused seems to be my nature in this world. First, the ceremonies open with peace, then the new woman attacks the noble woman, and finally, the two women just hold onto each other, crying. These humans make no sense.

Feeling pain is like a second sight for me. Healing that pain is my best friend. I don't particularly care for any being to be in pain. However, as I can mend hurts, I can unmend any hurt any being has ever had. I suppose that makes me dangerous. What do my brothers and sisters know. I am a dangerous fay, able to stroll with the large human people.

I miss my brothers and sisters. I do so wish to return to Faery. Perhaps when we finish this quest, Stormwalker will return me to the river, or perhaps he will return me to the head of the river, where I can return to Faery. Ho hum.

 

[faust]

Chief Ortega

As the two women hugged and began to jabber in that inherintly female way, Ortega focused his attention on the greeting ritual. Accepting the proffered waterskin, he took a long drink. Then he took out his own wine-skin, a beautiful shimmering container fashioned from the bladder of the Cave Bear. He uncapped it, revealing a dark red ritual wine, fermented from field berries and deer blood. He passed it to the warrior, who took a ceremonial sip of the liquid. Ortega intoned, "As the water of life binds us, so too are we bound to friendship by the Holy Blood." With that, the ritual greeting was finished.

Ortega smiled at his new friends. The Great Spirit had finally made His intentions clear - he was to aid these fellow believers in their quest. "My blood is yours, and yours is mine. Tell me, friends, whom you fight, so that we can destroy this foe together!"

 

[Paendragon]

Ian was taken aback by the Chiefs offer. It was more than he had hoped. He had left his home under an hour past, alone in his quest, and now found himself with five allies. Most likely six if his guess about the woman, Cara, was correct.

He looked at his would be allies. Quiet Azreal. Bobo Le Fay, Imogen, Cara, and the Warchief Ortega. So many different paths to come to this point. What was the significance of this moment? Only history would tell.

First he must tell them what they would be in store for. He waited for the ladies to get reaquainted before he spoke...

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Azreal:

Azreal looked to the Fay and shrugged, knowing how confusing and dumb the others must all look, running around and such. He turned away from the others, wandering down the path a little, only glancing at the Chief once, then continueing on past and stopping right in front of a bend in the path.

He turned back to the others then bent down and squatted, using his sword as a balancer as he thought for the first time of all the things and people he had lost when the Dark Wizard had raized his town.

A small tear ran down Azreal's cheek as he shook his head, trying to dismiss these thoughts from his head, knowing he'd look foolish crying in front of the others.


Dark Wizard:
A portal door opened in the master chambers of the Wizard's room, the Wizard himself stepping through the portal before it closed behind him, cutting off any trail to his kingdom.

He called down the hall to his highest general, "Turk! Turk, come here!"

He waited for a few minutes, before the doors opened and Turk came bounding in. Turk stopped and gave a salute, waiting for the Wizard to nod, which he did quickly enough.

"Turk, I need you to lead a small section of the Dark Warriors to where these pesky people are. Make sure you strike them where it hurts, and if not, make sure you die in the effort"

Turk nodded, "Yes Sire, I shall do as thy wishes, and completely destroy these peasants." He looked up to the Wizard, "Do you wish for us to walk, or are you gonna provide a portal to a close area of the one's you want destroyed?"

The Wizard nodded, stepping back and raising his staff, muttering a few soft words before drawing upon the Well, "Yes, you shall receive a portal for your men, go call on them immediately."

Turk turned and sprinted from the room, down the hall and down the spiral stairs to the war room, where all the dark soldiers sat in readiness.

He returned only a few moments later, a group of 18 following him as he stepped up to the portal and told his men to go ahead and go through. He gave another small salute to the Wizard before stepping into the portal as it closes behind him.


Azreal:

Azreal stood suddenly, feeling that unmistakeable pull in the air, something wrong was going to happen once again, and he wished it wasn't this soon.

He drew his sword from its sheath, turning back to the others to see if they felt it, then turning back and stepping out and looking down the path, waiting for whatever it was to come.


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[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

Noticing Azreal's expression from the bend in the path, I quickly float over to him and perch on his shoulder. "What is hurting you, my friend?"

Before Azreal can answer, I notice a rift open in the air several meters away. First through the rift, a large creature yells at us. His bare chest carries a large scar and his bald head is crowned with a pair of horns. He appears quite the demonic creature. Concentrating hard on the creature, I feel the pain in his chest, buried long ago. As though opening a bottle of champagne, I darken the air around him, drawing the healing from him. His chest begins to bleed and his old wound is back. Instantly, he drops to the ground clutching his chest. I continue to work my magic on the demon; however, another four creatures are already through the rift.

"Dear friends, I hate to interrupt. But, I could use a little assistance."

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Azreal had already started his charge at the creatures venturing forth from the portal. He reached the next one through and made a clean slice through his stomach, blood and intestinal fluids spilling forth onto his sword. That creature dropped to his knees, grasping at the wound on his stomach as Azreal stepped to the next creature.

"Come on you FILTH!," Azreal screamed at the on rush of Dark Warriors, his sword held out in front of him ready for more combat. His rage had been building since he felt the rift in the air, and now it was close to billowing over the top.

Azreal continued on toward the portal, two Dark Warriors rushing at him, their staffs held out in front of them. He swung for the first one, his sword making a clinking sound as it collided with the creatures staff, the second one taking a swing and connecting with Azreal's lower back, bring Azreal to his knees.

"Ughh," Azreal dropped, the sword dropping from his hand as he rolled to the side, pulling on the first creatures staff and causing him to topple over. Azreal pushed himself up onto his feet just as the second creature tackled him, the air rushing from his lungs in a mighty woosh.

They both fell backwards into the underbush of the forest. Azreal flipping the creature off of him as they wrestled around for who would be the winner of the bout.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

As Azreal tumbles off of the path with the creature, I hop to the air. I repeat my magic on another creature, opening a wound long since forgotten. The two creatures I have disabled lie with the one that Azreal had taken care of. I notice the portal closing and count sixteen still moving toward the group. The last monster is by far the most vicious looking. Not to mention, some type of magical shield is set around him, though not of his making.

I quickly realize that eye-level is no place for a four-inch fay, I sprint upward a couple of meters above the onslaught. From this vantage, I continue my work on the second soldier that I downed. Looking back, I can see the small group rushing to fight these devilish creatures.

 

[faust]

Chief Ortega

Out of the corner of his eye, Ortega noticed a black ripple in the air. He faced it just in time to see a dozen or so beasts - creatures straight out of the Wise Men's Tales - come spilling out of the rift. One of the human warriors (and more importantly, a blood-ally) charged the beasts, recklessly putting himself in danger.

Letting long decades of battle experience do their work, Ortega whipped out a hatchet, throwing it with perfect aim... It found its target, embedding itself in the scull of the beast that had managed to wrestle the man to the ground. Before its body had gone limp, Ortega had already dispatched another foe with a direct hit in the chest. By now, the remaining beasts had closed the distance between them, making his throwing hatchets nearly useless. Time to get his hands dirty... Spear drawn, its obsidian tip sparkling in the sunlight, Ortega charged into battle.

 

[Paendragon]

Leaving his staff where it was, Ian drew his two daggers and danced into the middle of the enemy, using all his skills as a Warrior, and a Mage. Hands, feet and magic, all worked as one in the deadly dance. He became a spinning, whirling, weapon.

His slashed the first creature he came to accross the throat, and whispered the words to make him burst into flame. he spun, his right foot taking another in the small of it's back, his left blade stabbing into it's hamstring, crippling the creature.

He turned and found himself face to face, with the largest and nastiest. The was a strange energy coming from the creature. It swung an axe as big as Ian's chest at the Mage. Ian dodged back, and thrust his knife froward. The blade rebounded off the creature as if bouncing off diamond. Ian again leapt away from the creature. The Daemon, he knew now that's what he faced, pursued him, sensing his power. They didn't expect to find a Mage here. Ian filed that away for later thought.

He stepped backward, retreating before the creature, whom kept spinning the large axe in it's hands. He dodged another attack, and counter attacked with flame and feet. Both rebounded off the wall. He could dissappate the spell, but the fact is, it was much harder to undo anothers magic than it was to create the magic in the first place. That's why the Wizard's Fire had been so difficult to put out.

He dodged another attack, and whispered another spell. This time not directly at the Daemon. His channeled it into the ground below him. The earth opened up under the creature, knocking him backward, and swallowing him to his legs. The Creature screamed in rage.

Before Ian could finish him, however, he was attacked by two more of the creatures. His turned to face them, and whispered a protection spell for his allies. It would work like armor for those who wore none, and would strengthen the armor of those who wore some already.

As he waded into battle with the two new enenies, he screamed a warning to his allies about the Daemon.

 

[Lady Violet]

Imogen of Glastonbury

OOC: more fighting? *sigh*

Imogen stared in horror as strange creatures seems to come out of no where. Immidiatly the men went to fight.

"Cara, what do we do?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Run to the forrest edge" she said, her eyes darting from Imogen to the fighting warriors. "I'll meet you there after".

Imogen fought back tears. "I've lost so much, in such a short time. I will not abandon you." Imogenm riped off the rest of her dress, now standing in her undergarments.

Cara gave her cousin a sly smile. "Alright then" she said "grab a sword and dive right in" she called to her as she ran towards the throng of people.

"I don't know how to use a sword" Imogen thought, picking one up. She held it in front of her and prayed she wouldn't have to use it.

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Azreal stood shakily, rubbing his temple where the creature had managed to punch him before he was killed by a hatchet. He looked back to the creature before turning and looking around at the fighting.

Azreal looked back at Imogen, who was shaking slightly as a creature walked toward her. Azreal rolled out and scooped up his sword, turning and sneaking up behind the creature.

"Surprise," Azreal muttered as he brought his sword down over the creatures calf, spinning him in horror.

Azreal swung again, this time making a clean gash across the creatures upper chest, this blow accompanied by a yelp of pain before the creature dropped to his knees, and finally to his face.

Azreal stepped over the thing and looked to Imogen, "Are you ok m'lady?"

"Y..Yes. Fine. I'm fine."

"Ok.. Yell if you need me," Azreal smiled as he turned and charged back into the thicket of fighters.

 

[Paendragon]

Ian yanked his knife free from the second creature as it fell as his feet. His eyes scanned the battle, looking for his allies. The numbers were now close to even, as all the fighters were as skilled as he had thought. He looked up toward the sky, searching for his smallest alliy. He saw the Fay concentrating on a creature, who was inturn writhing on the ground. Ian could feel no magic, as he knew it, being used. There was just a slight tingle. Fascinating.

The Warchief, rolled through the enemy like a force of Nature. Calm and methodical, his black tipped spear slashing and skewering all those he came in contact with.

The Lady Cara held her slender sword out in front of her, but her weapon was her agility (despite her ungraceful trip down the hill). She simply avoided being where the enemies weapon was. Her sword pierced the creature in several places (anything else would be dead already), and she seemed to be looking for a way to finish him. Ian whispered the Words, and the air solidifyed around the creatures ankle tripping him up slightly, just as Cara ran the blade through it's heart. Ian wasn't sure if she had needed his help, but was glad to offer it anyway.

He found Azreal killing the creature that had attacked Imogen, and then rejoining the fray. The boy was as skilled a warrior as Ian had ever seen this side of the Tribes. Extraordinary for one so young. With him was the Power he had sensed earlier. The Power that had helped him survive his encounter with the Dark Wizard. Ian would have to investigate it further.

Imogen was still standing with the sword held out in front of her, determination mixed with fear on her face. With determination winning out. She was a couragous young woman. Ian was impressed. He moved closer to her, wounding any creatures that attacked him, and killing another. Imogen spun toward him, sword held high, and for a second he thought she might stab him with it. Recognition flashed in her eyes, and she lowered the sword. He smiled at her, and turned his back to her to watch the battle. He would fight from here now, using his magic primarily to help his allies. The blades would be used to protect Imogen.

"Don't try to get fancy, My Lady," he called out to her, looking back over his shoulder. "Just stick the point into whatever gets too close, and yell. I'll take care of the rest." He waited for her nod of thanks before turning back toward the scene before him.

Then he saw it. The creature with the energy field around it, working it's way free of the trap he had set. Ian concentrated on the Daemon.

He muttered the words, and began to pull the Power from a small area on its chest, over its heart. If he could open a big enough hole, perhaps he, or someone else, could finish the creature.


OOC: As always, if anyone has issues with what I've said about their characters, let me know, and I'll edit anything they ask. Also, if anyone wants to be the one to finish the Daemon, go for it! I don't mind sharing. Actually, I've been counting on it. That's why I left it alive in the first place.

 

[Lady Violet]

Imogen of Glastonbury

She had never been more afraid in her life. Her head was pounding with the sounds of swords clashing and the wild creatures screams of agony as they died.

Imogens senses were on high. She turned to the left and a creature was coming right towards her! She raised her sword, ready to bring it down on its head when realized it was Ian, and horror engulfed her. What was she about to do? She shook her head to rid the noise and heard the wizard tell her just to let him know when she needed him. Imogen nodded and turned around, scanning the group. She muffled a cry when Azreal was almost knocked down by one of the creatures, but he quickly gained his footing and sliced its arm off. She cringed and shielded her eyes for a moment, and did not see the portal door opening before her.

 

[faust]

Chief Ortega

Ortega moved around the battlefield, relishing the dying screams of his foes. He had secretely feared, upon leaving his tribe, that he would never again get to enjoy the heat of battle. But here he was! It seemed as if the Great Spirit was truly looking out for him, giving His faithful servant another chance for glory. Ortega knew that his ancestors were looking down on the battle right now, proud of the great warrior he had become. "Yes my fathers," he thought. "Soon we will be together, joining in glorious battles in the Land of the Sun..."

But for now, he had to focus on this battle in the land of mortals. One of the creatures came at him full speed, slashing with its scimitar. Ortega sidestepped to the left, effortlessly dodging the blow. The weapon's momentum caused the creature to lose its balance, falling forward... and right onto his spear. Shacking the lifeless body off his weapon, Ortega faced his only remaining foe. The creature stood 10 feet away, trying to find a weakness in his defense. It probably thought it was out of his range. Well, that would be its last thought. Standing his ground, Ortega let his spear fly forth, passing through the creature's eye and out the back of its head. It collapsed on the spot, a look of surpise etched on its face. Retrieving his spear, Ortega turned to see how his blood-allies were doing...

 

[Lord Kenshin]

Azreal grunted as the sword came down atop his own, stumbling him back a few feet. He quickly regained his feet and sliced, his blade connecting cleaning with the creatures arm. He turned again, looking for more creatures to slay, his adrenaline rising with the heat of battle.

Azreal quickly turned, dodging a downward slash of a long blade, then quickly spinning into the creature and shoving his sword through his chest. He pushed the creature off the tip of his sword and stepped over him, waiting for another creature to come.

"Azreal! Get this one"

Azreal turned, noticing it was Ian yelling for him. He looked around for the creature he was talking about, and noticed something strange about the tallest one. Something told him the Dark Wizard wanted this one to return even if his group lost the skirmish.

Azreal charged him, deflecting a sword that the creature had drawn. He sliced across the lower abdomen, his sword bouncing off of some hidden force. He swung again, this time his sword raked across his chest, leaving a small gash about a hand length's wide. He frowned to himself, the creature had stumbled back and clutched his chest, but the wound wasn't deep. He charged the creature, both swords raised as Azreal lowered a shoulder and lunged into the creature, a cry of surprise from both as they went tumbling to the ground in a large heap, blood quickly coating the ground around them.


OOC: suspense... <~ That's for you R.. Heh

 

[bobo_daclown]

Bobo le Fay:

Watching the bloodshed below, I can see that my companions are capable of handling things. Two of the creatures had fallen due to my power and the heat of battle is getting to me. I feel slightly tired, and since the others are okay, I leave the fighting to those with a bit more height and girth than I.

Time passes and the only foe left against my companions is the ugly one--he who was last through the gateway. I watch as Stormwalker attacks him with magic only. The women look on, astonished and finally, Azreal lunges forward and eventually tackles the creature.

Feeling the two lifeforms below, I can tell that they are both wounded, yet the force around the enemy deflects my sense. The only thing that I do is pour all of my energy into healing Azreal, though I know not where he is wounded.

My energy wasted, I fall, fluttering toward the ground. As blackness closes around me, I land softly in an outstretched palm. Unconsious sets in and I wait to awake.