[rp] Mortal 11/11

Haha lol XD

 

Welcome! You're in; I'm glad a female characters here.

Only one problem: elves are immortal. They rarely breed, too. You must be at least like 50 years to be think and look like a 17 yo

Anyways welcome!

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Sorry guys my wifi like died in the whole f'ing country I am in. (Pretty sure not true but no wifi connected to me) I came here to a restaurant and finally connected.

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The guard's asleep.

The man jolts up in his chair. Half asleep, he looks around. He spots Tisaun outside the gate; his eyes open wide.

"Let me in, please!" Tisaun says.

The guard rubs his eyes. "Sorry pal, you better wait till morning." He says sleepily, then leans back in his chair and closes his eyes.

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The elves have been oddly nervous ever since Nardel has left Al Eminur to Seminar after receiving a distress call from Lord Lyndarl. The elves' population have heavily decreased in the war with The Eye 500 years ago, which they have participated in. Ever since, the elves' populations have hardly recovered. It was rare for an elf child to be born in 30 years or so in Al Eminur. The tree-town was rather empty despite its size. Nardel was one of the Queen's main subjects, and a good friend and mentor to Sena.

Sena stands in a tree, looking at the quiet town. She was young beyond compare than other elves, but was powerful, due to her extremes training that no other elf took willingly.

A fluttering sound approaches to Sena. She turns, and see a raven with snow-white feathers coming down from the sky. Sena recognises the bird as Welda, the personal messenger raven of the Queen.

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Next day you see the Feld Tower in the distance. With a pang you remember the burning tower years ago. He shakes his head and keeps on waiting.

Suddenly, an explosion rocks the ground. Bells start ringing from the tower.

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"Yes..." The boy looks to the side nervously. He only looks a bit older than you. "You are a curious one. You don't kill people like other monsters, and not necessarily evil."

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Rathius rubs after Emily with the dismissal from Remilia. She faces the others and motions with her hand. "Stop standing there like dumb trees; let us leave."

She turns and leaves the room. The others hurriedly follows the princess.

They walk towards the upper floors. Lucifer comes waking down from above.

"Remilia!" He says, smiling. "The King is in his study."

Remilia nods. They come in front of a pair of large doors, with two soldiers standing guard in front. Emily and Rathius soon joins them in front of the door, with the boy, who looks around with a blank expression.

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"A human who can use magic?" The dwarven captain snorts suspiciously.

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@Bailwolf
(Yay you changed your name back; I like Bailwolf better)

Basil doesn't turn into a weapon: he instead turns into a headpiece with a piece of clear material covering over Fen'ris's eyes. Through the slightly-green-shaded material, Fen'ris sees everything at a 360 angle, every detail precise.

"Yah!" He cries as he leaps towards Sylphaxaura. The monster turns towards the Vilphan, scythes ready.

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"No. The others will kill you if you are let free." Lynn says. "Currently I stand protective over you, so others won't attack you unless they want to directly duel me, which most won't want to."

Veliana doesn't react to this. Lynn sighs and stretches. "I understand that you wish to find other 'winds' like you. Yggdrasil might help you."

 

"I'll take that as a compliment." Xiudar says.

Agreed ^^
(I told him that too :3)

 

"The great tree may help me?"

 

"It's perfectly okay," I think, trying to comfort myself. "Remilia, whose word I trust, claims the king is kind, and she'll probably do most of the talking anyway."
"W-well, let's go in," I say, shaking a little. I take a deep breath.

 

"Yup. He can use magic too."

 

In the middle of the jump, Fen'ris attempts to ground himself so that he won't get picked off midair.

 

"My friend , i dont think you are understanding what is going the hell on here . I walked about 50 miles with 30 Kgs of things in my back , to i get here and you tell me that i gotta wait till the morning ?! I got no time for this bullshitary ! Let me in !" I shout at him , getting up and hitting the iron gate with my spear just to make sound in rage .

 

I quickly look around for any signs of immediate danger

 

The three soldiers solemnly bury their comrades. After the work, the four build a camp in the cave where Jack had first teleported.

The boy introduces himself as Lucian, a captain of Aurallian army. His comrades are Silrait and Caiden.

Lucian looks down. "I have made a terrible mistake, attacking those Morgalums." He says, drawing circles on the floor with his halbert. "We have just returned from the Giant lands, Arnuma, to talk to the most peaceful giant clan head to join us in war against Rehniar. Aye, it was hard; we talked to the most peaceful because any other would've killed us, but because of his peacefulness he did not want war."

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"Yes." Lynn nods. "Yggdrasil has a form of a tree, but she is a peaceful, ancient spirit that has been in this world since it was created. She gives us advice. She may commute to you. There is a chance you may not get an answer, however."

 

"Well, Welda! What a pretty sight to see." Sena stretches her arm out so Welda can land on it. "You must have a letter for me, huh?" Welda ruffles and drops letter for Sena to read.

 

@Linwood Welheart

Remilia smiles at Asakeryu's nervousness and walks to the doors. The two guards open the door without question.

The King's study is not what they had expected it to be. It is a mildly dark room, with not many fancy furnitures, except for a golden grandfather clock on the side. There are numerous shelves containing heavy leather books. A comfy but old looking sofa, a few chairs, and a wooden table with animals carved into its frame.

A wooden desk, with a similar design as the table is at the end of the room. On it are few golden and marble statuettes, as well as two piles of documents. A sheathed rapier rests on the table, which hilt has been decorated with diamonds and jewels.

A young man in brownish robes which is tied with a belt a bit higher than the waist rests in the chair, looking through papers. A young boy, probably the King's messenger, stands next to the desk. Two more soldiers are stationed inside the study.

The King of Rehniar looks up. His clothes were lined and decorated with jewels, but none shined too brightly to make the robes look fancy. A white fur of an unidentifiable animal rests on his shoulder. On his head is a golden crowns, shaped by three gold strips overlapping each other to make a simple pattern. A single green gemstone is on the crown, glowing the same light as Kludrin.

The King of Rehniar, Rumilius looks up. "Remilia." King Rumulius says and stands up, stretching. He only looks a few years older than Remilia- perhaps around nineteen or twenty. He smiles tiredly at his sister. "These are the people you have told me about? Perhaps there are two more than you have told me."

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@Paradoxical

"Can he?" The dwarf squints at the silent shadow demon.

A dwarf with a short beard and holding a mace in his hand steps in front of the two demons. "Enough, Gurik." He says, as he points his mace at the dwarf that leads the new group. "You go to far."

Gurik snorts. "Akri. You are alive, I see."

Akri does not remove his mace. "These two did help us hold the goblins down; and stopped the rampage of the Balrog. Truskan has fallen. We are returning to Ogovith."

Gurik snorts again. "You have no authority over me."

"Go, then; open up your path through the avalanche of rocks, then fight Gramoul. Let us see if you are snickering then."

Gurik and Akri glares at each other for a few seconds. Gurik turns and motions to his army. "Move! We are going back to Ogovith." The dwarf strolls away.

Akri and the other dwarves have seen the two demons fighting, revealing their raw powers and unintentionally, some of their true forms. Akri gives a meaningful look to Uadlokii and Vyrdiin, then strolls forward.

 

*I walk towards the bookshelf and look throw the books*
Rathius:"You got some interesting books here, your majesty. *sigh* To bad I already red most of them.*
*I face the King again*

 

The scythes pass over your head. Drawing his two daggers, he utilises his four new Scar's legs to half run, half crawl right up to Sylphaxaura's sides. The monster attacks the Vilphan with her legs and scythes, but Fen'ris's effectively blocks all the blows, using Basil's vision and Scar's weapons. With his daggers, Fen'ris had nine limbs, seven of which she could use for battle.

All around the field, things start to burrow out of the ground. Many centipedes, around fifteen of them, rise out of the ground. They are three quarters the size of a human. They screech and attack the others. Sylphaxaura turns towards the distracted Aurallians.

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At the sound of metal ringing against the iron doors, the guard jumps off his chair. He draws his sword, then sees Tisaun.

"Whore you?" He asks, now looking awake.

 

I follow Akri towards Ogovith.

 

Welda nudges her head on Sena's arm, then drops a piece of metal in Sena's other hand.

The elf lifts the object in her hand. It was a sealed message: compact, easy to make, and portable. Sena brings the metal to her lips and whispers, "Letta."

The metal glows faintly. "Come to me, Sena. We have run into trouble." the Queen's voice echoes in your mind. The metal goes back to normal again.

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Nothing is around you. However, a smoke is rising from the bottom of the Watchtower.

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The King lifts his eyebrows. "You must be quite a scholar." He says. "And who should you be?"

 

Rathius:"The name is Rathius. And I wouldn't say I'm a scholar, I just... have alot of free time so to speak."
*Lifts his scarf a little*

 

Seeing the smoke, I ready my staff an run for the tower

 

"You can fcking bet it was me ! Let me the hell in or you will never sleep again bastard !" I say , still angry 'cause of the closed gates

 

"Uh... H-hello, S-sire," I say to him. "What do I say?" I ask myself.