Severine looked at the guy who was talking. 'Yes i have deserted camp. The war has lost its real purpose and I am seeking out peace.' She looked at Cali and continued to talk. 'Cali here, came to talk me into going back then that arrow there nearly took off her nose.' Severine smiled. 'Where is your home, I am trying to get over to Etos but I have no idea how?'
Originally posted by darkxbox
ragnok snopped and yelled back at darthul, "if you want me to stop, you're going to have to do it yourself." he gave off one final roar, then landed in the nearest human village and grabbed up and ate the nearest human he could find.
Scarab started acting out of control, instead of finding a safe place to land he turned back on him self and flew towards another dragon! Tela held on for her life as she never saw Scarab act so out of character and then she saw the other dragon eating what looked like a human. She tried to calm down her beloved dragon but nothing she did worked.
Some kind of rage was taking over him.
Originally posted by Passione"what a coincidence, we to are going to etos" dace said lookuing at severine and then at cali trying to read them
Severine looked at the guy who was talking. 'Yes i have deserted camp. The war has lost its real purpose and I am seeking out peace.' She looked at Cali and continued to talk. 'Cali here, came to talk me into going back then that arrow there nearly took off her nose.' Severine smiled. 'Where is your home, I am trying to get over to Etos but I have no idea how?'
Cali's eyebrow twitched in response to '"i shot at the tree, not you"', but she kept quiet and let Severine talk. When Severine was finished she turned to face her companion. "So you're not going back then?... You've made up your mind...." She paused and rubbed the back of her neck. "This wont bode well with our commander... I hope you know what you're doing my friend, because I'm not letting you go alone with these two.. If they let you join their group."
The night was young, and the sound of campfire could be heard from outside Lucius' tent. He'd finally decided, that when he was fully packed he'd take off for Etos, into enemy territory, yes, into exile, yes, but hopefully to find a new life. To put an end to this disasterous war.
Lucius shoved a rucksack full of bread, a robe, a bag of gold coins, two leather skins full of water. Satisified, he disguised himself under the shadow of a traveling cloak, and marched out of his tent, warily looking around. Fice guards were stationed around the camp's perimeter, which altogether was about 100 square yards. Speedy as he was, his brothers were trained to use all of their sense exceptionally well. They'd most likely already noticed him outside of his tent. So rather than sneak off, Lucius decided to improvise.
"Halt!" Called the guard in the southeast corner, as Lucius walked towards the clearin's edge. "What do you think you're doing?" The elf asked, looking over Lucius with discontent.
"I'm leaving, or taking leave, rather. The General says I need time away. I haven't been meditating like normal, and my temper has been flaring as of late. Surely you do not wish to be another victim?" Lucius' raging temper was not a secret among his troupe, and the elf before him recoiled, and took a few steps back.
"That's what I thought." Lucius smiled, and walked deeper into the woods. Once out of sight, he threw up his hood, and ran with blinding speed, trees whizzing by and the soft, repetitive thud of Lucius' bare feet the only noise audible to Lucius' ears.
Etos shouldn't be far. A two day journey if I only stop to eat, and keep this speed up. What do I do when I get there though? Woah, let's just take this one step at a time...
Lucius ran on and on, until daybreak, and stopped to eat a slice of bread, relieve himself, and ran on into the night.
Still running, Lucius noticed the scenery change a bit, more hills forming, like he was at the base of some mountains. Slowing to a halt, exhausted, he decided sleep was necessary, and built a fire, laying down close to it, and slowly drifting to sleep.
Cali groaned and sat down on the ground. "Well let's see what do I have to loose...My spot in the military, my life, my friends and family," She paused for a moment and took a small taste of the food. "My lunch." She smirked and glanced over at the guy's. "Kidding.. It's better then what I've been living on. Anyways... Why are you two here? Don't you know what's happening?"
As the man turned, Aliera held her dagger steadily, an unwavering gaze piercing his eyes intently. As he stuck his sword into the ground with a hollow thud, Aliera raised an eyebrow and lowered the dagger only slightly, remaining as still as she could possibly stand. As her nerves seemd to writhe inside her, the clouds above them darkened slightly. In her head Aliera cursed her own inability to control her powers ar times.
The man's voice regathered her focus completely, and in his seeming arrogance, Aliera opened her mouth to speak, but was cut of by his next torrent of words, which to her dismay pinpointed the writhing tempest of her nerves. A low, pessimistic groan raised in the back of her throat. Mottise's ears flickered and he took a step forward. She lifted her hand, eyes still on the man. His points were painstakingly valid, and made it clear she had jumped to a haughty conclusion. his next words, however, started her again.
"Kitchen utensil?! I'll have you know-"
She cut herself off, lowering her dagger.
" Typical human. "
She spat, even so, she noted she had 'obeyed' in a sense. Sighing she slid the dagger back into it's small hit on her waist, and stepped forward, an arrogant smirk on her face. Accepting his offer she stepped forward.
" Well do let me slid off this shining halo I seem to model so well. "
Eyeing Mottise she nodded, and he snorted nervously, stepping forth. Wearily lowering herself to an attack ready crouching position, Aliera fingers the hilt of her three pronged dagger.
Mottise let out a high pitched whine and totted to her side, wings twitching nervously. Turning to him she patted his forleg gently.
" Easy now. "
Focusing on the man then, she pushed her hair behind her ear.
" Would you be so generous as to grace me with thy name? "
She said, trying to resist the urge to roll her eyes. A smug look crossed her face as she remembered the last thing that had been said to her from her own faction. It was Darryl.
' My, you've grown cocky Aliera. '
At the time she had dismissed it with a sharp word and a cold eye.
Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
As the man turned, Aliera held her dagger steadily, an unwavering gaze piercing his eyes intently. As he stuck his sword into the ground with a hollow thud, Aliera raised an eyebrow and lowered the dagger only slightly, remaining as still as she could possibly stand. As her nerves seemd to writhe inside her, the clouds above them darkened slightly. In her head Aliera cursed her own inability to control her powers ar times.The man's voice regathered her focus completely, and in his seeming arrogance, Aliera opened her mouth to speak, but was cut of by his next torrent of words, which to her dismay pinpointed the writhing tempest of her nerves. A low, pessimistic groan raised in the back of her throat. Mottise's ears flickered and he took a step forward. She lifted her hand, eyes still on the man. His points were painstakingly valid, and made it clear she had jumped to a haughty conclusion. his next words, however, started her again.
"Kitchen utensil?! I'll have you know-"
She cut herself off, lowering her dagger.
" Typical human. "
She spat, even so, she noted she had 'obeyed' in a sense. Sighing she slid the dagger back into it's small hit on her waist, and stepped forward, an arrogant smirk on her face. Accepting his offer she stepped forward.
" Well do let me slid off this shining halo I seem to model so well. "
Eyeing Mottise she nodded, and he snorted nervously, stepping forth. Wearily lowering herself to an attack ready crouching position, Aliera fingers the hilt of her three pronged dagger.
Mottise let out a high pitched whine and totted to her side, wings twitching nervously. Turning to him she patted his forleg gently.
" Easy now. "
Focusing on the man then, she pushed her hair behind her ear.
" Would you be so generous as to grace me with thy name? "
She said, trying to resist the urge to roll her eyes. A smug look crossed her face as she remembered the last thing that had been said to her from her own faction. It was Darryl.
' My, you've grown cocky Aliera. '
At the time she had dismissed it with a sharp word and a cold eye.
He had smirked inwardly at hearing her burst of outrage. It eased his spirits knowing that there were still those other than himself that took pride in their weaponry.
"My apologies if I've offended you. I call things as I see them, however." As she kneeled, asking for a name, he noted her attack-ready position. She's smart, but a bit too untrusting. Probably aligned with the Union or a somewhat similar practice... Outstretching a hand, he quite simply stated:
"Siegfried Schtauffen. And you would be?"
Originally posted by darkxbox
ragnok snopped and yelled back at darthul, "if you want me to stop, you're going to have to do it yourself." he gave off one final roar, then landed in the nearest human village and grabbed up and ate the nearest human he could find.
Darthul landed heavily on top of the large city hall in the center of town. He made sure to not break the roof as he had located himself on top of it and what first was a growl, turned into a snarl and as he raised his head towards the skies he gave out a mighty roar, bursting out minor streams of flames trough his mouth. He then climbed further onto the church formed cityhall, standing on it's edge. He gazed down at Ragnok with frustration, frowning, growling.
"We have been trough that before. Your strength can not be matched to mine, now LEAVE!"
Darthul climbed down the large building, onto the street and located himself right in front of Ragnok. A city guard ran towards Darthul and the dragon simply extended his tail, grabbing the spear of the guard and threw it away. Intimidated, the towns guard ran of and Darthul turned to Ragnok.
"These humans have done you no harm. This village is innocent.
If you seek destruction, if you desire to kill, venture north, north-east and venture to the land of the Vail and the Nordein. Smite the Dumianas that serve Etaine. That way, you get your food and the Dumianas get what they deserve"
As Darthul spoke in telepathy to Ragnok, the humans of the village did not know who was on who's side and archers opened fire against Darthul, the larger and the one who appeared most angered. Darthul was indeed angered, but at Ragnok for his thoughtless and evil actions. What had these humans ever done him? The arrows barely tickled the large dragon and as Darthul turned in the archers direction, it did not take them long to stop the shooting and retreat. These villagers were not equipped to stand against a dragon, which sorrowed Darthul even more.
Not only was Ragnok attacking innocent, but he was attacking defenseless innocent. Darthul did not wish to fight, not here and not now. He did not return to fight, he returned to dampen his curiosity, but if Ragnok did not lisen to reason, Darthul would fight for this village's survival even though fighting dragons was not something he wanted to do.