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18+ Demons in the Dark

Discussion in 'Active Stories' started by Thesius, Jun 12, 2018.

  1. TheDreamersverse

    TheDreamersverse Brit Fahiil Vahdin

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    As I sipped my Ale I heard many a voice talk, talk, talking. Rolling my eyes I decide that sitting will do me no good and walk over to the female paladin to see whom she might be conversing with as she seems to be the only not boring one. As I approach I only get the last of the introduction from the small Breton girl. "Ah, I see you've met the Paladin. Jysella, if I'm correct, that would make you Kira. Sorry to butt in on another's conversation, but I found myself quite bored and though I'd come by and introduce myself." I bowed and tried not to roll my eyes as I brought a sickeningly sweet smile to my lips. "My name is Breyrenna Farrow, and it is a pleasure to meet you both." I say taking another sip of my almost empty Ale.
     
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  2. Thesius

    Thesius The Imperial Paladin

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    "S-sorry, I'm not very good with... with people. Not with new people, anyway." Stuttered the breton who'd introduced herself as Kira Woodsley. Jysella offered a gentle smile in return, grasping the offered hand and shaking. "I understand. First meetings can be a little nerve-wracking. I'm sure we'll have time to talk on the road as well. Speaking of..." she turned her head to stare at the tent lord Gravus and his advisors had holed up in.

    The others were getting anxious to move, many of them staring in the same direction she was, or fidgeting anxiously. A breton woman approached, speaking up before Kira could respond to Jysella. She introduced herself as Bryrenna Farrow. "Pleasure to meet you." Jysella replied politely, though most of her attention was now on Gravus' tent. He and his attendants had left it, and were making their way towards the group, surrounded by his guards.

    She glanced at her brother to notice that Pyrus too had seen the approaching lord. He gave up glaring at the masked axeman, to direct his attention to Gravus, who'd stopped where the entire group could see him. Jysellas' fingers began to drum against her thigh in anticipation. Surely, they would be leaving soon.

    "Your attention, please!" Gravus called to the group of adventurers and mercenaries. " It seems that everyone has arrived, and we will be departing momentarily." Behind him, servants had began to disassemble the large tent. The soldiers were forming up and preparing to move out. "However, every expedition requires supplies- " at that, Gravus signalled, and from somewhere previously out of sight a caravan of tarp covered wagons, pulled by sturdy nordic drafthorses, came into view.

    "These wagons carry all the provisions we'll need for our journey, and enough to supply aid to the village once we reach it. I beseech that you guard them diligently. There is room to sit and rest if you grow tired of the road, of course."

    The mage, Tolis Thraen, murmured something in Gravus' ear. He nodded, expression becoming somewhat more solemn. "I will not lie to you. The journey will be perilous, and there is a chance we may encounter worse than mere bandits along the way. I ask for no oath of servitude or fealty, but I would ask that any who have not the courage to remain leave now."

    When there were no immediate takers, the lord smiled, and clapped his hands together. "Excellent. And with that, we are headed for the open road, and the reclamation of my ancestral home." The three, Gravus and his two attendants made for the lead wagon and climbed aboard. He tapped the driver on the shoulder, and with that, they were off, the adventurers forming up or jumping aboard the wagons, with soldiers, both on foot and a few horsemen, flanking the caravan.

    The people of Crossmore lined the streets, watching the strange lord and his collection of adventurers depart. A few cheered, but most were grave faced and silent. Pyrus, marching alongside the lead wagon, murmured "some would be forgiven for thinking this is a funerary procession."
     
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  3. Madrar

    Madrar The Shadow in the Dark.

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    Aldrem glanced away from lady Armelle as movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention. Lord Gravus and his companions had finally left the central tent, and were striding purposefully towards the group. "It seems our departure is imminent, my lady." He murmured to the woman, even as the lord began to speak. A wave of anticipation washed over the swordsman at the lords warning of danger. He was hardly one to throw himself into situations where he'd be outmatched, but then, the situations where he were outmatched, or even challenged, were exceedingly rare. He welcomed whatever threats lurked on the road, and Gravus' homelands. A train of wagons, pulled by remarkably sturdy looking horses joined Gravus' soldiers as the prepared to leave Crossmore.

    The imperial Paladin, Pyrus, took his place flanking one of the wagons, while the soldiers and other adventurers did the same. The people of Crossmore watched them solemnly. It made Aldrem uneasy, as if the men, women and children watching the departure knew something they didn't. The swordsman shook his head dismissing it as nerves. He caught up to the paladin in time to hear him compare the caravan to a funeral procession. "Grim words." Aldrem said, moving up beside him, "and not ones I expected to hear from you, master paladin. You know something the rest of us don't?"
     
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  4. TheDreamersverse

    TheDreamersverse Brit Fahiil Vahdin

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    Breyrenna stopped in her introductions and listened to the Lord speak. "It is a pleasure to meet you both, but I believe we are to be leaving on this... How should we call it, grand adventure?" Smiling wickedly she looked back on the Paladin and Kira. "I believe it could be quite possible they will need my eyes at the front of the caravan, but I do so hope we talk again. I feel as if you two will be the only interesting company here. Ta ta." With that Breyrenna waves and walks to the front of the group, nocking an arrow, as there will definitely be dangers ahead.
     
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    “Madame, you do me too much credit. I'm merely a swordsman, lending my blade to a righteous cause. I'm afraid I wouldn't know the first thing about...gentlemanly behaviour,” Aldrem responded to her first statement carefully and elusively, his eyes quickly but thoroughly studying her form once again. He was being careful about trying to get a read on her, much like she was him. Respectable enough, she thought, lifting her chalice to her lips for a small sip of the bitter, red liquid within. It was becoming more and more clear to her that this man was more than just a simple mercenary swordsman and much more than the average mercenary for hire. He was just as critical in his analyzing of this entire situation as she was, and just as dangerous as that could be for her in the long run—it could also turn out to be a good thing.

    “I suspect the road will be perilous. We may face worse than mere bandits,” he began responding to her last question for him, and as he did so he began to stare off in no particular direction, or at any particular subject. It seemed he was almost imagining their adventures ahead with a bit of wondrous anticipation for it all. A man eager for a fight, she noted to herself, letting the gin on her face grow slightly for a moment before returning to its original state. She let her eyes return to meet his when he began speaking once more.

    “I am sure, of course, that Lord Gravus is equally glad to have your skills among the group. If you'll forgive me for presuming, but you are a mage of sorts, are you not?"

    His question left a stain of distaste in her ears, but she did not let it reflect in her facial expressions or posture. She had known most of them had immediately pegged her as a mage as soon as they had seen her, and it was the last thing she wanted anybody to think about her. She wanted to remain under the radar, as unassuming as possible and even completely written off as any kind of useful if she could help it. If there was one thing Maelin had learned in her life, it was that her knowledge and natural prowess in the Arcane Arts made her nothing more than a giant target for anybody. If there was another thing Maelin had learned, it was that it suited her much better being seen as innocent and to put it simply: less than average.

    “I’m afraid that you have presumed wrong, dear Aldrem. As I’m sure the rest of your comrades will as well. I’m no more a mage than a moth is an eagle,” she responded politely, and in a well-rehearsed tone of embarrassment, “As I said before, I’m just an advisor—or more accurately an ambassador for the Royal Houses in Wayrest and all of High Rock, here in the service of Lord Gravus. I’m afraid I’m really only here to observe and report, because you see, the sudden and unforeseen return of an otherwise thought extinct royal house is of grave importance and greater interest to the biggest houses in all of High Rock. Of course they’d all like to make sure that he remains in good health for the continuation of his House’s return, however, since they were unable to send forces of their own to his aid they thought it best to at least remain informed and updated as to his status in this mission of his.”

    Maelin watched Aldrem carefully but subtly as she explained her presence, occasionally glancing down at her fidgeting hands in practised bashfulness as she spoke. “Which is why I am so relieved to have such handsome men such as yourself, and women skilled in dealing with ‘worse than mere bandits’. I couldn’t imagine travelling the roads out here by myself. I arrived here in a carriage accompanied by a group of Stendarr Agents on their way to Hammerfell,” she continued with a friendly giggle, placing a hand on his forearm gingerly with a gentle squeeze.

    Before Maelin was able to continue her discussion with Aldrem, she noticed his attention trail off in the direction of the rest of the group, who’s murmurs of discussion had faded. She turned her attention as well, noticing their eyes following the Lord Gravus and his attendants leaving the safety of their tent and approaching the group. Behind them, servants and soldiers began to fall in and dismantle the camp where it stood, and the Lord stopped in front of the group where all eyes could see him. Maelin kept her hand on Aldrem’s arm in an attempt to put off a sort of unease or nervousness, and took another slow sip of her wine before finally ending their physical contact.

    “Your attention please!” The young Lord called out to them all, and as Aldrem turned to face the man, Maelin stepped to his side to listen to the Lord address the group. “It seems everyone has arrived and we will be departing momentarily. However, every expedition requires supplies.”

    The Lord gestured to nobody in particular, and from a place, Maelin could not see before, a cluster of covered wagons pulled buy sturdy northern horses approached the group. Then Gravus spoke up once more. "These wagons carry all the provisions we'll need for our journey, and enough to supply aid to the village once we reach it. I beseech that you guard them diligently. There is room to sit and rest if you grow tired of the road, of course."

    Just as the Lord looked like he was about to make his way toward one of the wagons, the man Trollis pulled at his shoulder and began whispering something in his ear. This changed the expression on the Lord’s face, and after a short sigh the man spoke up once again. “I will not lie to you. The journey will be perilous, and there is a chance we may encounter worse than mere bandits along the way. I ask for no oath of servitude or fealty, but I would ask that any who have not the courage to remain leave now."

    Maelin glanced around at the group, in anticipation that somebody may consider his words and take their leave, but nobody moved. A courageous lot then, she thought to herself, as the Lord spoke up one last time. “Excellent. And with that, we are headed for the open road, and the reclamation of my ancestral home."

    She watched the Lord move towards the lead wagon with his advisors and climb aboard, and immediately after the caravan began to move. The group along with the soldiers in Gravus’ service formed around the cluster of wagons, some climbing into them, but most just walking beside them. It took her a moment of walking to notice that the man Aldrem to whom she had just been speaking, had made his way to stand beside one of the grim-faced paladins. She raised an eyebrow and set her chalice down before moving in a quickened pace towards the head caravan. If she were to remain faithful to her story, she needed to remain close to the Lord and his advisors for as long as she could. However, Maelin was ready for most anything that would lay ahead.
     
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  6. EpicVakarian

    EpicVakarian Calibration-Master General

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    Jysella gave a kind smile back to Kira, calming her a little.
    "I understand. First meetings can be a little nerve-wracking. I'm sure we'll have time to talk on the road as well." She turned her head to Gravus' tent, where some of the guards had begun to move. Either they were changing duties or Gravus was on his way. "Speaking of..."

    Kira's eyes turned to the other woman approaching - a slim but toned Breton, with pitch black hair, wearing black leather armour with a green cloak.
    "Ah, I see you've met the Paladin. Jysella, if I'm correct. That would make you Kira."
    Kira gave a mousy smile back at her.
    "Yeah, th-that's me."
    How does she know her name? What else does she know?

    "Sorry to butt in on another conversation, but I found myself bored, so I thought I'd come over and introduce myself. My name is Breyrenna Farrow," she said with a deep, almost too deep, bow. She wore a wide smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "And it is a pleasure to meet you both."

    "Pleasure to meet you," Jysella replied, though she seemed distracted. Kira's eyes followed hers, and spotted Lord Gravus and his posse approaching, surrounded by a contingent of guards. Kira's arms subconsciously crossed, and she clutched at her forearms as Gravus called out to them all.

    "Your attention, please!" The gathered warriors, adventurers and mercenaries all turned to face him and listen. "It seems that everyone has arrived, and we will be departing momentarily. However, every expedition requires supplies." The Lord threw up a hand, at which a long caravan of horse-drawn wagons approached.
    He really has this all planned out, huh.
    "These wagons carry all the provisions we'll need for our journey, and enough to supply aid to the village once we reach it. I beseech that you guard them diligently. There is room to sit and rest if you grow tired of the road, of course." The skeletal mage leaned in to murmur something in Gravus' ear, and the Lord's expression became a little less cheerful. "I will not lie to you. The journey will be perilous, and there is a chance we may encounter worse than mere bandits along the way. I ask for no oath of servitude or fealty, but I would ask that any who have not the courage to remain leave now."
    Come on, what are you waiting for? Run! Get out of here while you still can!
    Kira forced herself to stay put, her grip on her forearms so tight that it seemed they could fall off at any moment.

    No-one else moved a muscle either, and Gravus smiled again, clapping his hands together cheerfully.

    "Excellent. And with that, we are headed for the open road, and the reclamation of my ancestral home." He, the wizard and the larger man jumped aboard the lead wagon, and signalled the caravan to begin its journey.

    Breyrenna turned back to Kira and Jysella.

    "It is a pleasure to meet you both, but I believe we are to be leaving on this... How should we call it, grand adventure?" she said with a smirk. "I believe it could be quite possible they will need my eyes at the front of the caravan, but I do so hope we talk again. I feel as if you two will be the only interesting company here. Ta ta." With a wave, Breyrenna walked off, toward the lead wagon.

    Kira sighed, and stood up anxiously, still clutching at her arms.

    "I, uh, guess we should be going?" she mumbled to Jysella.
    Lunatics, the lot of them.
     
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