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    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    As I finished the song, the children quickly dispersed. Returning to play, in the mist of the crowd forming in the main hall. Cheering, excitement? Could I be missing my opportunity? Then a sense of panic rushed in. I started to pack my lute, when a voice spooked me.

    “That was one beautiful song,” the voice spoke. I turned with a reaction that showed my brief fear. “Sorry,” He smiled, holding his hand out, “The name is Farlyyn Silverblood. Nice to meet you milady.” His voice ended in a smile. Damn! Already looking like a fool! I need to look confident.

    I stood, shaking off the spook he had given me. “It’s quite alright,” I responded, taking his hand, “Akira. And thank you by the way.” I continued wrapping my bag around my shoulders. Then I continued to walk to the back of the crowd, to see the man Jason, standing at the top of the stairs. His arm spread, and the growing crowd still screaming. I scanned the room for the man I had seen. Nowhere to be found, must’ve left.

    “I wasn’t scared by the way,” I spoke to the Elf who had followed behind me, my head facing forward still, “You merely spooked me.” Don’t want him to think I’m a coward now.


    I may not have known much about combat, but I knew how to make myself seem resilient, confident. “I assume you’re here to join the Children of the Sword,” I spoke, refusing to say ‘sons’. Looking at him for a response.
     

    Valin Oakthorn

    Vagabond Extraordinaire
    Bjulf had been quietly reading at his table when a group began to assemble rather near him. It was made up of a few that he had traveled with, some blades, and a man whom Bjulf was thing was in charge around here, the head blade. This thought was somewhat confirmed, but also denied when the man began to talk. He was not in charge, but he did seem to lead the blades.

    He talked of a fight against the dragons, of hope, and of a chance to live. It made Bjulf happy to hear someone so inspired and in belief of his own cause. "Any questions? Or are you ready to show those dragons just how resilient we are?!" The man, who's name was discovered to be Jason said, raising his arms. The crowd cheered. The first to respond was Indari, then Mance, then another man agreed. Bjulf stood up, facing the man. "I will join you, as well." Bjulf called out, his piercing eyes looked into Jason's.
     

    Andre Marek

    You can run, but you'll only die tired...
    Marek rolled his eyes and sighed as the man called Jason finished his impromptu speech. He couldn't blame the man for attempting to bolster the spirits of the refugees that didn't mean that he enjoyed it any more, even if he agreed that someone had to do it. Too much talking with nothing coming of it. Only reason to speak is to give or receive information. Marek thought grimly. He folded his arms across his chest and glanced over his shoulder as Indari spoke up, asking the very question had been about to ask. The corner of his mouth twisted slightly in a wry grin. He could grow to like this one. She got to business quickly. He had yet to decide how he felt about most of the others. He switched his gaze between each of the people who also pledged to help defeat the dragons. Once there was a pause, he also spoke up.

    "I have no wish to serve those winged monsters. I'll help you as best as I can." Then he glanced over to the spot Jason had motioned to when he had mentioned, 'signing up', "Just don't expect to have my signature." He added quietly, almost to himself. The less information he had to divulge about himself, the better. He just hoped this, Jason, wasn't a stickler for details such as that.
     

    Hlíf 'Ulfr

    Nothing but a lyre
    Staff member
    The shifter listened, her head cocked to one side and her bright eyes following each small movement the confused woman made with a strange attentiveness. She has spent the majority of her weeks, or had it been months, in her wolven form and so even in her more human state retained a few characteristics and habits. She listened also with great attentiveness; she could almost feel her ears perk up and swivel to meet the woman’s broken voice.
    With a gentle and delicately smooth motion she took the bosmer’s hand in her own and then laying her second hand atop. Then leaning in slightly closer her lips began to move

    “Do not put thepolitesse of speaking and making conversation above catching your breath. We are at a lower altitude, if not only slightly, so that should help some.” Brynn paused to look at the woman. Her respiratory problem was more evident now that it was in practice and yet it did not ring through her head the same way it did when she was in her bestial form. Her acute hearing, as a predator, had been trained to pick out abnormalities to locate the weakest prey. This woman however was, Brynn assumed, no weakling.


    “It is my pleasure to meet you, a lucky meeting at that. As for who I am, that is no simple answer and so I will give you my name. I am Brynn.” Then after letting her hands fall away from those much colder than her own she set to answering another of the questions, her gentle smile transforming into a devious grin. “As for how you got here, it’s quite simple. I carried you.”
     

    Hlíf 'Ulfr

    Nothing but a lyre
    Staff member
    The nord had heard the speech, but had only listened to scattered pieces. Having finally pushed his way through the doors of the temple he had wasted no time in losing himself in the mob. Strangely enough for someone who preferred a relative amount of solitude this was one of the things he most enjoyed. Moving mindlessly with the mass of bodies made him feel as though he was a conscious part of a grand sea, going through the motions of the tide, being pulled in different directions somehow rhythmically, and at times breaking against the shore. It was within this living, breathing sea that Hlif’Ulfr had found himself when the speech had started. It was there that he had agasint his will broke into a smile when memories had surfaced of someone he had once know who like this man would stir a crowd with words.

    Once he had returned to reality and adapted his usual scowl he began wading his way towards the man, seeing clearly where all these words were going. He had not reached the speaker before the crowd erupted in excitement nor before a small group had begun to form around him, never the less he knew this was the man he would have to address. This became even more evident as he neared the man, his company giving off a sense of experience.


    “You can count me in” he said gruffly, catching the tail end of the conversation.
     

    Kimrisvik

    King of Scandinavia
    “Akira. And thank you by the way.” The singer spoke back to him, and shook his hand. Akira wrapped her bg around her shoulder and walked over to a crowd that had gathered. At the top of the stonestairs in the room a man stood, making a patriotic speech. He was enthusiastic and the crowd around him cheered and yelled in agreement. Farlyyn walked over to the woman and stopped next to her, listening to the speech.

    “I wasn’t scared by the way,” Akira said all of a sudden, still facing forward. “You merely spooked me.” Farlyyn laughed slightly. “I believe you.” He said and smiled to her, even though she was still looking forward at the man making the speech. “I assume you’re here to join the Children of the Sword,” This made Farlyyn look down at his feet. He took a deep breath before he made his response.

    “Yes. I’m afraid I have no choice but to fight back.” He looked back up. “The forest, my home, is burning down. So I have to fight back. Not only for myself, but for all the innocent animals. And birds of course.” He had always liked birds, ever since he was a youngling still living with his clan.
    “So, what brings you to join?”
     

    Specter of Death

    Omnipresent Moderator
    Staff member
    As the man started to finish his speach, the man Farlyyn shuffled in his spot after my question. "Yes. I'm afraid I have no choice but to fight back," he shuffled once more, "The forest, my home, is burning down. So I have to fight back. Not only for myself, but for all the innocent animals. And birds of course." I stared blankly forward, as he responded. Birds?

    "That's very noble of you," I nodded to him, turnin his way. "So, what brings you to join?" His question brought me to a halt. To get revenge on the sewer rats that killed my entire family, raped me, beat me, and left me for dead. My mind went off, but my mouth went to a more acceptable answer, "I need training in Martial Combat." I looked at him, touching my blade, "That, and the Dragons of course." I said with a slight chuckle. I hadn't been paying much attention to the man called Jason, but I had heard his speech wind down, when he then called out, "Any questions? Or are you ready to show those dragons just how resilient we are?!"

    I raised my hand in response to his words, nudging at Farlyyn as I did so. "For the Birds!" I called to him, teasing.
     

    EpicVakarian

    Calibration-Master General
    The pretty woman leaned in closer, gripping Faervel's hand tightly.
    "Do not put the politeness of speaking and making conversation above catching your breath. We are at a lower altitude, if only slightly, so that should help some." She paused, narrowing her eyes and listening to Faervel breathe. "It is my pleasure to meet you, a lucky meeting at that. As for who I am, that is no simple answer and so I shall give you my name. I am Brynn," she said, her smile contorting into a mischievous grin. "As for how you got here, it's quite simple. I carried you."

    What Brynn meant by this was anyone's guess, but Faervel assumed the norm; that Brynn was simply stronger than she looked.
    "Well, thank you for saving my life. I... wish I could repay you." Faervel paused. "I'm heading up to High Hrothgar. You could... come with me?"
     

    Hlíf 'Ulfr

    Nothing but a lyre
    Staff member
    They walked in relative silence. It was not that they were, or at least in Brynn’s eyes uncomfortable around each other but the wind blew hard and screamed as it passed. Both knowing this was not the time to talk they stayed quiet, although the time would come. After having gathered their things and their wits the pair had set off towards their destination. It was no easy trek, with Brynn implementing breaks at higher altitudes for her Mer companion to acclimate. Stubborn as anything it was still to Brynn enjoyable.

    Nearing the final league of their journey it seemed that the wind was quieting down and that in a matter of minutes they would carry themselves over the steps.

    “Well In any case it was unfortunate for you to have fallen but,” she stopped smiling for a moment before facing forward once more “I am glad to have had the company.”


    She did not wait for a response as she pushed open the doors of the temple. Crowded and cluttered entering overwhelmed Brynn slightly. However the noise was soon remedied as a voice spoke up, the man in charge obviously. Brynn listened but did not cheer as the crowd eventually erupted in cheers.
     

    EpicVakarian

    Calibration-Master General
    The man's speech was certainly informative. Some cheered, some smiled, but Faervel and Brynn simply watched interestedly. When he was done, Faervel strode over to the man who had made the speech.
    "That was certainly a good speech. Its hard to make men and women want to fight dragons, but you just did it." She gave a curt nod to him, heading over to the man he'd pointed to to sign up as a Son.
    Or, Faervel thought, maybe a Daughter instead.
     

    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    Indari stood in line, waiting to sign her name into the large book that would claim her as a member of the Sons of the Sword. Son or Daughter it matters not. All Indari was interested in was seeking the revenge her father and her village deserved. She placed her hand on the pommel of her fathers sword. Soon Father.

    A few more people had arrived during Jason's speech. Two women had pushed their way through the crowds. One looked slightly disinterested, but the other headed towards Jason with a look of determination in her eyes.

    "That was certainly a good speech. Its hard to make men and women want to fight dragons, but you just did it." Indari overheard her saying. She was curious as to how they were going to contribute to the cause. Not that Indari saw them as incapable of combat. She had been brought up by her father to not discriminate between male or female or race. Indari was a prime example of not judging a book by it's cover.

    Indari, young and naturally friendly, smiled at the Pretty Bosmer woman with the blue-green eyes. She looked to be a bit older than her, but who knew with the elven races. She noticed Mance behind her and was comforted in the fact that it seemed she had made at least one friend. As she bent down to sign her name, she silently thanked the nines that she was finally going to fulfill her fathers wishes.
     

    Valin Oakthorn

    Vagabond Extraordinaire
    Bjulf made his way over to the line where he would sign his name. He would be a member of the son's of the sword. He laughed at the thought of slaying dragons. He had never actually seen one. It seemed so odd that he would be one of the warriors that would fight the wretched beings. He noticed a few of those he knew in the line and the crowd.

    It was soon his turn to sign his name. He looked at the book to see that each person before him had signed their first name a long with their last. He had never had much of a last name since his parents disowned him. Every now and then he would go by Elves-Blood due to the admiration he had for the snow elves. What would they think, would these people mock him and send him away just as his family did. He adjusted his spear as it began to slide off of his back. He was nervous, but he forced the quill down. Bjulf Elves-Blood. He wrote reluctantly. I hope I don't regret this. He thought, a slight snarl on his face. Bjulf stepped away, here his journey began.
     

    Blackdoom59

    BATMAN!
    The monastery was crowded, the cheers in the room bestowed hope upon to poor souls that were victims of the dragons. Jason whistled in order to grab everyone's attention, for it was time for the Sons of Sword to rise.

    "Listen up, everyone!" the heads from all across High Hrothgar pinned themselves on Jason, their ears eager to hear one more morale-boosting speech.

    "Those who signed up, and those who feel worthy, of becoming Sons of Sword-" his speech was interrupted by the the uncountable number of voices that started shouting. Jason gestured them to stop. "Follow Arngeir-" he pointed at the old graybeard "-to the courtyard. He will see who is worthy!" Most of the people there followed the gray-headed one outside the monastery, there were so many of them - Refugees, Blades, Mercenaries, all of them waiting to prove that they are worth.

    In the courtyard, Arngeir asked that they all position themselves in a circle, with him in the center. "Do not have fear, for what is to come will show me if your intentions are true." he said with a slight smirk on his face. His cold breath turned to Thu'um as he spoke

    "Yah Vahzah Bahlaan!" And so his shout echoed through the nearby mountains, scaring away flocks of crows and entertaining the drunken fools from nearby villages. The men that were to become sons were now encircled with strange auras. The auras were to show if they were worthy of undertaking such a task. The red aura shows that the person is lacking in both ambition and strength, a yellow aura shows that the person lacks in ambition, but revels itself in strength, a blue aura shows that the person is ambitious, but lacks the required strength. Then it was the green aura, for the person with both ambition, and strength. Arngeir quickly cast aside those with the red auras, for those had no purpose and no future in The Sons.

    "Those who now only see green in front of their eyes, know that you are capable, and that your soul is strong. You are accepted to join the Sons of Sword. Those who are now rooted by Akatosh's yellow light, know that you are capable of joining the sons, and you can do much good to Nirn by doing so. But ask yourselves, do you wish to join the sons in order to save Tamriel, or to save yourselves? Those with the blue aura, that Kynereth smiles upon - your intentions are true and your ambition is greater than you might think. But you might need more then ambition, if you are to defeat the dragons. You can join the Sons of Sword, but only if you wish to learn how to wield that sword!"

    There were only a handful of men left to join the sons. They all followed Arngeir on their way atop the mountain. It was relatively close to the monastery, but it would still take about an hour to reach it.
     

    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    Mance simply sighed and made his way to the book to sign up, bumping into people without much thought. He wasn't much for speeches like the one he had just heard. Promise the fighters enough glory and they would fall on their swords. Speak the truth, and what your going to do to change it. I've been in bad situations, and most of the time hunger and desperation are the main killers, not dragons. I swear by the gods if I have to hear another long speech I'm not sure if I can hold my tongue as I did during the last one He slowly got in line with Indari, and waited for his turn to sign the book. The book won't contain his full name, that he was sure of. It's not like it mattered at this point. These people were beaten down, and no threat to him. He swept his hair back after Indari was done, and wrote his first name, and left the line. At least I can say I made a new friend. He chuckled to himself as he followed the others outside to hear what he assumed was another speech.
     

    Drasok Ghett

    Lol, Im new :P
    "This isn't the test i thought it would be" Andrew said with a over dramatic sigh. "This better be worth it, I want to strike down the dragons!" He said with a smile. He signed the book then walked out side to the courtyard with the rest of the men.

    He walked with the crowd of people, which was more difficult then the though, he almost tripped a number of times. "Wow, Skyrim looks so peaceful from up here, its like the dragons haven't existed..." He said and came back from the edge to see what he had to do next.
     

    Valin Oakthorn

    Vagabond Extraordinaire
    Bjulf followed the greybeard out into the courtyard. A cold breeze pushed against his face as they all arranged themselves in a circle. He waited for a spectacular event to happen, hoping the greybeard would not disappoint. "Yah Vahzah Bahlaan!"

    The voice rang out off the mountain echoing throughout the others making it's way to the valley below. Suddenly his vision was consumed with yellow. He panicked slightly, not quite knowing what was happening. "Those who now only see green in front of their eyes, know that you are capable, and that your soul is strong. You are accepted to join the Sons of Sword. Those who are now rooted by Akatosh's yellow light, know that you are capable of joining the sons, and you can do much good to Nirn by doing so. But ask yourselves, do you wish to join the sons in order to save Tamriel, or to save yourselves? Those with the blue aura, that Kynereth smiles upon - your intentions are true and your ambition is greater than you might think. But you might need more then ambition, if you are to defeat the dragons. You can join the Sons of Sword, but only if you wish to learn how to wield that sword!"

    Bjulf was somewhat disappointing that he had not gotten green, but it made sense. He had never been one to truly get behind and idea before knowing more about it. He knew that in time he would warm up to the group and his ambition would become great. He shook his head, his vision returning. He prepared himself for whatever the son's wanted him to do next.
     

    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    They had all trooped out to the frozen courtyard, the bitter wind whipping at everyone's cloaks. The night sky glowed in brilliant blues and greens. It was a truly magical sight to behold. The group arranged themselves in a circle, the Greybeard positioning himself in the center. After speaking the words of power, Indari waited to see what would happen. She was suddenly engulfed by a blue light, holding up her hands to inspect the eerie glow. It was a pretty blue, Indari liked it, until she heard the meaning of it and was slightly disappointed she was not bathed in a green light. Oh well, she shrugged, I guess I need more weapons training, not such a surprise. She was quite proficient with her bow, but had not done much training with the sword. It was her father's after all, and apart from the basic training her father gave her, she had not had much else to do with one-handed weapons. She could see Bjulf glowing yellow. Maybe he could train me, or one of the others?

    She looked around at the others, some bathed in green, some in yellow and others in blue like herself. The others that had shone in a red glow, despondently trudged back towards the temple, to most likely drown their sorrows in mead. Sorrow or not, I could use a drink myself, she swallowed. She looked over to Marek and wondered what he thought of his colour. Soon the blue haze around her began to fade as did the rest of the others and she waited to see what their leader Jason or the Greybeard wanted them to do next.
     

    Andre Marek

    You can run, but you'll only die tired...
    Marek watched the various volunteers line up and slowly step up to sign their names on the piece of paper that the man had indicated. He only watched. He'd been very serious about not signing any documents.

    Not because he wanted to be particularly obtuse but because of his own safety. He had a lot of enemies. Tracking down and killing or capturing people for a living tended to earn you a more than a few death threats and he wasn't about to let anyone track him down and make good on those threats. He doubted anyone here would actually recognize his name but it was always wise to err on the side of caution.

    As each of the others signed their names and walked towards the courtyard doors, Marek silently slipped in with them and walked outside as well. The Greybeard, Arngeir, asked that they all arrange themselves in a circle around him. What is this? An exercise in my patience most likely. He rolled his eyes as the ancient man spoke in what he assumed to be the dragon tongue but he was suddenly taken aback when his field of vision was filled with a swirling green mist. He stepped back, looking down at himself in a moment of confusion. His whole body was encompassed by a mist of green.



    Goddamn magic! He stepped forward angrily but stopped when Arngeir explained what the mists meant, although such an explanation didn't do anything to ease his anger. He hadn't doubted his own conviction or his own skill with a blade. He wanted, no needed, the dragons dead, he didn't need anyone else to tell him that.

    Looking at the others he saw that not everyone had the same green mist surrounding them. Some, like Bjulf, had a yellow mist about them, while Indari had a pale blue mist surrounding her. Marek gave them each a long look before turning his gaze back to Arngeir, "Do me a favor and warn me before you do something like that again thanks." He said quietly as everyone began walking towards a path on the other side of the courtyard that led further up the mountain.
     

    Drasok Ghett

    Lol, Im new :P
    Andrew saw blue mist surround him. "Hmm, i guess i wasn't as well trained as I thought" He smiled, he didn't have a red glow, that was good. He had a chance, which he would take to his full advantage. The people that had that devastating red walked back to the temple.

    Most people were bathed in a faint yellow or blue. But some were green, everyone looked around and spoke shakely about the magic that had happened, but soon the chatter stopped and the group went higher up the mountain.

    "I wonder where we are going?" He said, as soon as he said that he saw a girl who was also bathed in blue. He walked up to her.
    "I guess were in the same vote, aye?" He said as he smiled at her.
     

    tdatapina

    Hero of Time
    Mikom walked out into the courtyard. Already he had lost the young boy he had yelled at earlier for eavesdropping. Everyone formed a large circle surrounding the greybeard known as Arngeir. "Do not have fear, for what is to come will show me if your intentions are true." He spoke loudly, a deep rumble emanating from his throat. He smiled slightly before turning to the sky and shouting. "Yah Vahzah Bahlaan!" Everyone's eyes widened as Arngeir spoke.

    A colorful aurora formed in the sky and began to fall over each of the people standing before him. Everyone was surrounded with one of three colors; red, yellow, and green. Mikom looked down to his feet to see a light green aurora protruding from the ground and up to his shoulders. The light waved slightly but didn't block his vision in the slightest. He looked around, unsure of what the light meant.

    "Those who now only see green in front of their eyes, know that you are capable, and that your soul is strong. You are accepted to join the Sons of Sword. Those who are now rooted by Akatosh's yellow light, know that you are capable of joining the sons, and you can do much good to Nirn by doing so. But ask yourselves, do you wish to join the sons in order to save Tamriel, or to save yourselves? Those with the blue aura, that Kynereth smiles upon - your intentions are true and your ambition is greater than you might think. But you might need more then ambition, if you are to defeat the dragons. You can join the Sons of Sword, but only if you wish to learn how to wield that sword!"

    Mikom smiled, satisfied that they greybeard saw in him what he felt the whole time. Looking around, he saw the disappointment in the eyes of those who did not have the green light. He looked to those who were surrounded with a red aurora. They seemed lost and afraid. They didn't make it... Mikom sighed and walked over to one who sat on a rock wiping tears from her eyes. He put a hand on her shoulder. "It's ok. Not everyone was meant to be a Son, or Daughter." He corrected himself. She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. "They're saving your life. They know you aren't ready for this kind of a battle, and maybe they're right. But that doesn't mean you can't help. You were capable of making up here, so that means something. Maybe you can help in another way. I'm sure you'll think of something."

    The girl wiped the tears from her eyes. "Thanks," She sniffed. "You're right. I barely know how to use this thing." She held up her dagger and looked up at it. The firelight shone off the top of it. Mikom noticed an intricate design carved into the hilt of the weapon. "It's beautiful. One day I'm sure you'll learn to use the weapon. Then you can come back and show those greybeards what you're really capable." She smiled and hugged him tightly. "Thanks, um..." "Mikom." He chuckled, hugging her back. "I'm Lillith."

    He stepped back and rose to his feet, holding her hand and pulling her up as well. "Now then, get inside. You shouldn't suffer out here in the cold if you don't have to. "Here," She unfastened her belt and gave Mikom the dagger she had shown him earlier. "I want you to use it, that way I can say I helped a real hero fight the dragons." Mikom smiled looking at the dagger once again. It was made of steel so pure it seemed to almost glow. The tip of the dagger curved slightly outward and the hilt was made of a thick rubber. "I'll use it, for now, but when this is all over I'm giving it back to you and teaching you how to use it." She laughed softly and kissed him on the cheek before turning and running inside. Mikom's face flushed a dark red and suddenly he didn't care how cold he was.
     

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