Fantasy The Principle Journey

When the world was still young, angels and demons fought for control over it. These spirit forces did battle on the plains of existence ravaging the land they coveted greatly. The mortals of Elegos caught in between this great war, were powerless to defend themselves, much less the home given to them by the Universe. Celestial years passed by with no end in sight for the abuse of the world and its inhabitants. All life feared the planets imminent destruction.


Before an irreparable wrong could be accomplished to the planet, Elegos herself used her life-force and empowered 10 mortals, individuals who were to represent all life on Elegos, to take part in this great war and end it once and for all time. The 10 mortals, from then onward known as the Arbitrators of the Elements gathered together and united their powers completely wiping out all of the spirit forces that waged this terrible battle. Soon thereafter Elegos appointed 2 individuals known as the Celestial Guardians and tasked them to watch over the 2 gates that connected the spirit realm to the physical planes.


Since then eons have passed. The tale of the Great War and the legend of the Arbitrators are now passed on to children as bedtime stories. Parents regale this story to them so that they may come to appreciate how precious life really is. However it now seems legend will become reality...


- Excerpt of Legends


by Merediah Keeper of the Holyland

Late Morning. The trees were beginning to lose the lustrous shade of green, fading into what some may think is their most beautiful time of their cycle. Fall was upon the Northern Kingdoms of Elegos a time of harvest and final farewells before snowfalls of winter would dampen traveling to other kingdoms. However for the brave young men and women of Fort Milestone, it was a beginning of campaigns and assignments in and around their area.


Fort Milestone originally a Mansion castle belonging to the Milestone family, royalty within the court of the Kingdom of Welwyn. However when the 500 years war approached the borders between Welwyn and Adanaque, they abandoned this place. Since then a wandering sword named Antarah Genzah formed a group and took charge of this castle reinforcing fortifications and defenses. His goal was to bring together a group of mercenaries and act as an outpost to keep the advancement of Lanark Troops in check.


Today, new recruits approved by field scouts will be reporting for duty. All necessary members were present within the great hall to welcome the new ones and Antarah Genzah himself was there and greeted all with a hearty welcome.

As with everyone morning, Antarah got up before the dawn to meditate. His room occupied the highest tower of the main edifice and from there he could inspect the whole of the fort. The view extended towards the north, seeing the tops of Windsor Pass mountains and from there the shimmer of the Jergon River the greatest River on the planet. He was expecting the seasonal recruits from his scouts to appear later in the morning. Fresh blood was badly needed for his mercenary force known as the Nohrad Swords. The future of his mission rested on the hopes that these new recruits would prove to be invaluable.


During his meditation he remembers well why he formed this band of hired swords. It was a wholehearted desire to end the Blood War. It is widely referred to as the 500 Years war, for it has been in effect for such a time. A War between the Kingdoms of Lanark, the agressor, and its closest neighbors Adanaque and Selkirk. While Selkirk has remained as neutral as possible although officially under declaration of War, Adanaque has seen loses in every way within the Kingdom in its defense against the onslaught of Lanark.


Although Antarah was not of any of those Kingdoms, nor a native of the Northern Land, helping to end a War was considered his calling. So much was he convinced of this fact, that he forsook his primary faith and the organization that trained him into a formidable warrior. After convincing the Governor of Nohrad to occupy the Milestone castle as a means of defending the borders, he gathered skilled men and women who were like minded. Although they may not share his devoutness to the cause, he rewards all with whatever they need, whether material possession, monetary gain, glory of battle or fame of victory.


Later that morning all are gathered within the Great Hall.


" Welcome to you!" he shouted in praise. " I am Antarah Genzah, Leader of the Nohrad Swords. These are my associates Donar, and Turian." he began. " The Nohrad Swords are committed to the protection and well being of this bordering land. We are not military, we are mercenaries. Many of you may not share this desire and you also may have some goal for yourselves. As long as the two are no in conflict with each other, you are welcome to stay. Get to know each other. You will be counting on the person next to you often. Donar and Turian will be leading missions starting tomorrow. I suggest you all get settled till then." He nodded to Donar and Turian before going into his office just outside the hall.

How long had it been since Tuiben had been under a roof, perhaps two to three weeks? Not a roof of sticks bound together or of woven animal hides draped above, but an actual roof made with real craftsmanship. And some semblance of architecture. If he was being honest with himself, the great hall and indeed the entirety of Milestone Castle felt foreign and uncomfortable to Tuiben - and his hand sewn leather clothing didn't help him blend in with the commodity of professionally tailored cloth, or forged metal armour. Even granted that the entire band of recruits and members was fairly varied, It didn't help that he had never been in a formal environment before at all. The closest event he'd been to would be a local village festival - that was about the limit of his exposure to large crowds. His presence, that of river-washed skin and simple, practically styled hair already set him aside from those that had far greater impressions to uphold. However, his stance most of all stood out if one cared to thoroughly analyse it - his natural standing position remained relaxed, but the weight poised on the balls of his feet and the slight forwardness of his body made it seem he was attentively precautioning himself to pounce, an impression not unlike that of a wild animal.


"Welcome to you," the apparent leader's voice resounded through the hall. The introductory speech was enough to break the fermenting doubts and worries Tuiben suffered, even if for a moment, as he was reminded of the second reason he'd chosen to enlist with the Swords. To protect the bordering land. It brought back memories of how he came to live in the woods, off the land, in the first place.


But that wasn't significant to the now. What was were the words that settled strongest in his mind from the speech. "You will be counting on the person next to you often." As much as he trusted himself to track and hunt animals of all dangers, the kinds of tasks mercenary work may provide were a mystery to him at present. Instinct was not going to be enough, Tuiben had decided, and as such turned to the nearest similarly new looking member, searching for tells in awed expressions or simply an attention to the speech that indicated it was the first time they'd heard it, assuming that this speech was a generic kind that was used every time a wave of fresh meat entered the ranks.


"I guess that means we'll be saving each others' lives a few times, then?" Not missing a beat, he rolled off the end of Antarah's Address with legatoed fluidity as he attempted to strike up some sort of connection with the verbal target. ((This speech is directed at the next person to make a post. If you happen to post immediately after this, act as if the introduction addressed your character))

.... well now, time to make a good impression....


Leilan was just entering the grounds of the castle, a rather famous building led by what rumors she heard, was a foreign person. She thought this would be a safer place to be at this time. Being a foreigner here was not really in her favor. Ever since landing on this land, it has been run run run from one location to the next. But it would be the same for foreign people in her land, maybe not where she's from cause its pretty diverse being a place of trade so the people might be used to it, but in the heart of the western empire it probably would.


she did her best to steal some clothes that were hung out to dry. this way at least she could like they do here. her real clothes were underneath some really baggy garments and a coat and cape. She kept the hood on until she got into the building. Other people were coming in at the same time. The place to be in order for a mercenary hangout. When they assembeld in the hall she looked around and saw they didnt look tough at all, the new people there. she could take all of them all, at least in battle.


... that's some speech... this guy... definitely trained... military? nobleman??....


she was trying to guess what the real reason this person was here. some random guy that seemed to just exit some sort of self exile from a swamp replied to the speech in a low voice. " Actually, if you dont slow me down, I wont kill you first. " she said cheekily. " I'm Leila by the way.

As normal for Turian he was dressed as one would think of a lowly ranked healer. Simple clothes nothing to mark him as important as he actually is. The best way to disguise yourself is to not disguise yourself, but live as you always have. Not entirely true, but with a few minor adjustments easy enough for Turian. Almost half his life he has lived as a simple man does, even now after being part of the Nohrad Swords for some time already.


As usual for this kind of meeting, Turian was one of the first to enter the great hall. Knowing in advance where Antarah would be standing to hold his speech, he located a spot to stand later on so that he wouldn't be that much in the view of those listening to Antarah. But still visible in case Antarah would want to name him and mark him as an associate. But to start with he positioned himself such that everyone would pass within 20 meters of him as they entered the great hall. Even so trying not to appear as someone of importance, which shouldn't be that hard. Even though he would be guiding them on their first mission on the morrow.....


Slowly people started entering the great hall. One of them a hunter with his hair knot in a ponytail. His body was emanating spirit energy, stronger than that of a commoner. Also arrived a person, hooded and with baggy clothing. Even so this person had a good amount of spirit energy emanating from her. More trickled inside most of them if not all had the same sense about them. The field scouts did a good job at finding them.





Some point later Antarah entered the room, Turian moved into a better position since he knew that Antarah would mention him. Antarah greeted everyone and named Donar and Turian, then started his speech. Meanwhile Turian was looking at how everyone was reacting to the speech. Chance had it that the hunter and the hooded person, apparently a girl, were standing near each other. At some point during the speech the hunter was looking about, probably trying to asses how he should react. While the girl looked thoughtful.





As the speech ended, Antarah retreated into his study. Turian was told it would be best to mingle with the new guys to get a feel for how well they would respond in the field. Instead Turian decided to just stand where he was and wait for anyone to come towards him. Even so seeing who are here he dismissed most of them as being that forward. Instead of interacting he spent his time tracking the spirit energies of those who would get within 20 meters of him. That is until someone would attempt to start a conversation with him.

Days ago, Donar received an order from his Master to report to Fort Milestone, he was to join a Mercenary group led by Antarah Genzah, who apparently was also the one who requested Donar to be his assistant due to his loyalty to the Kingdom.


The group was called the Nohrad Swords. Donar left from the Contested region soon afterwords to arrived to the Fort two days ago. He met the man he was to receive orders from for a time.


Now, at the present, Donar looked upon the new recruits. Mostly green. During the speech, Donar looked at the crowd. How many of these people have actually seen combat? Well, regardless this would be quite the strange group. He did not know what he thought of the Commander, Antarah, but Donar was under orders to serve him, not to question it. When his name was mentioned, he gave a knightly bow to them. When Antarah left, He looked at a man and a hooded girl. Was he to lead them tomorrow? if so, hopefully they won't disappoint.


Donar saw Turian, another man he was to work with, standing not far away. Donar walked towards the Healer, heading for his own quarters possibly but he stopped next to the man and said looking over the crowd, "What do you make of these people?" He said almost as if criticizing the new bloods. Of course who could blame him? he was a trained Knight sent to join a merc group.

Turian felt Donar approaching. Not that he could recognize the spirit energy signature, his just happened to be the only signature in that direction. The teachings of his temple mentioned that one who is greatly trained in the spirit energy arts is capable of recognizing the difference in spirit energy signatures of those nearby. His senses aren't yet this good. Donar would soon be passing him by, or not. "What do you make of these people?", Donar asked. What to think of people you haven't met yet. Turian sighed, "Well I suppose that they will do...... for now." This should allow him to give his opinion later. After being able to assess how well they will perform as a team. Looking at those who have arrived, Turian could not avoid the feeling that his skills will soon be put to the test. Even so he does believe that the group should be able to handle the assignment that they will be tasked with tomorrow.

Date: Ferra 1st 997 C.Y.A.D.


Location: Welwyn Kingdom, Fort Milestone




Cetra had turned up late. She had been preparing for this and she still ended up being late. Had she not meandered she may have made it into the crowd before the wise-looking gentleman began his speech. It was not to be however, and the man had begun talking when Cetra awkwardly tried to slip into the crowd while hoisting over her left should a battleaxe of formidable size. It was far more impressive in appearance than she was, as she wore rags befitting a peon of the lowest class. Clothes and skin alike were covered in the filth that had accumulated over the course of a lot of hard work.


It was finally time for her to cease laying low in such a cowardly fashion. She was a proud girl, and ducking into menial labour to avoid trouble had filled her with shame. Those days were behind her, however, as new adventure was in her horizon.


After joining the crowd, she announced her arrival with the clunk of metal on stone as she let her battleaxe drop from her shoulder. She held it upright and leant her chin onto the tip of the handle, using her hands as both a balancing agent and cushioning so as not to make the posture uncomfortable.


She spat upon the ground, barely listening to the man prattle on. She was not interested in the grandiose words of such a man. She was relieved when he left; his words had been nothing but a headache for her.


"What a bore," Cetra muttered to herself, standing upright once more, while keeping the axe immobile. "I know a man of his type. Speaks thousands of hollow words in futile attempts at manipulation through one's emotions. Ha! Such a fool. I am not one so easily swayed by such methods. I am wise to his tricks, and if these mercenaries are worth their salt then they should be too!"


She glanced around once more. Most of the mercenaries were of the usual sort: nothing particularly interesting, most simply carrying a standard, uninteresting sword. There were a few diamonds in the rough however; a few people of interest. Cetra occupied her spare time in inspecting these more queer folk. Though she did so from where she stood, of course, not daring approach until she knew more of their character.

Antarah went into his study room to retrieve some writing tools so as to record the new entrants into the Nohrad Swords. The small room, which had a window view, was quaint and simple. Before exiting with the tools he noticed a bird at his window. It was a Request Dove; a bird trained to fly between two homes. Antarah could not ignore it, as request doves are so rare. Only three have been trained to come to Fort Milestone to keep the location somewhat secret. Opening the window and taking the dove, he placed it in an open cage and unfastened the note. The piece of paper contained within it a platinum Diamar. The man was awe struck. A platinum diamar was a rare form of currency. Only someone like a King or richer had access to this kind of monetary right. That one diamar would fund and fill the food store houses to the brim, enabling a lasting supply of food for the entire fort population for a month. He quickly glanced over the letter and found it quite puzzling.


Once he was done analyzing the contents, he marched outside to meet Turian and Donar. " I need you two out in the field this time." he said to them. " This is a top priority mission. Both of you will go. Take any number of new mercenaries with you." he handed one of them the Note to look over.





Dear Master Genzah,





Greetings and Salutations, your reputation precedes you. No mercenary is as well spoken of or as formidable as yourself and your group of noble adventurers. I come with a very simple, but important request on my part. I wish to ask for some information. Specifically information about a person. I wish to know his strengths and weaknesses. You must TEST his prowess in combat. His location is a small island near the border of the Maxwell Kingdom, the island belongs to the Borokai Archipelago. The fortification there has been attacked by pirate ships. They left this one person there to guard the edifice. Certainly this one person would not be able to defend against a horde of armed pirates and their ships... but that is why I request this of you. My reasons, are my own, and you need not know who I am... I trust the Platinum Diamar will hold off those inquiries. Another of this coin awaits you when I receive a full and detailed report.





The Requestor


" You may take the Defiance. It should take you half a day by airship. And remember, reconnaissance. Do not kill and do not be killed. I trust you are up to the task?" he asked both of them.


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Diamar : It is the name of the currency in the world. Their DOLLAR if you will.


Defiance: The name of the Airship owned by Antarah

After Turian responded, Donar seemed to share the same thought. For now. From his time in the Academy, Donar remembered the looks from those who were the instructors, as well as the looks from those in the court of his Master. Perhaps they also thought or said the same things.


However, Donar was a little more critical. He had no knowledge of how any of these people fought, unlike in the front lines of the Contested region, where soldiers were well trained, this Merc group was well known. But still, until they prove themselves, they will be considered green to Donar. "We shall see then." he responded to Turian.


He was about to leave, Antarah came out from his study and came towards the two. Donar stood at attention as he spoke of a Mission needing the both of them, Now. Donar took the letter and held it out for both him and Turian to read. The contents the letter bore made Donar raise his eyebrows, how, or rather why, would they leave such a fortification behind with a mere pirate attack? Seeing as this involved his own Kingdom, he wasted no time to hand the letter to Turian and stood at attention.


"It will be done my Lord." he said bowing. He looked over the group who arrived to look for who they could take. He looked upon the hooded person and the hunter, perhaps those two, there was another, a girl who was in a strange posture, very unrefined, her chin on the handle of a weapon he could only think of as an Axe or a hammer. Donar inquired about the three to Turian, "Shall we take them?"

Tuiben


Date: Ferra 1st 997 C.Y.A.D.


Location: Welwyn Kingdom, Fort Milestone


Spirit energy reserves: 100


Were it not for his long time away from frequent conversation, Tuiben may have perceived her cockiness not as simple play in speech. Instead, he was more lenient in providing her the benefit of the doubt, trying to focus on tells of her body language and tone to judge - which only showed minor warnings through the very confidence she displayed in her abilities.


"Leila?" He replied, cementing the identity in his mind, "My name is Tuiben. If things were my way, I'd either be far ahead, or far behind - so slowing down shouldn't be a problem."


The awkward way he constructed his words, only vaguely conveying his intentions through his way of how things would be betrayed further his alienated state. Regardless, he was at least human and genuine in his reactions - he shot a trusting smile and his shoulders curled back softly to express both that same trust of his smile and a healthy dose of confidence. In the small gap in the conversation he drew by his reaction, he took a moment to glance around the assembled new mercs and listen through the hubbub for anything else of note. Auditorially, he detected naught, but he did catch the re-entry of Antarah, the previous announcer and apparent leader - which drew further attention.


The other two beside him, a simply dressed, hooded figure and a dark haired, armoured man with a critical expression, were listening in to something of apparent importance, though Tuiben knew not what exactly. He found it hard to decipher the expression of Antarah, and the hooded figure's face was obscured from his angle. The apparent knight, Donar, however, was another story. Upon meeting eyes, if only for a brief moment as Donar scanned the crowd, Tuiben found it clear that the veteran of the mercenaries had in mind that he'd seen before. To the hunter, this expression was best likened to a predator identifying its singular target among a herd of prey. He may have watched longer, but his reconsideration of his own social stance had him turning back to Leila to continue their introductions into discussion.


He allowed his curiosity to wander back to the woman's apparent confidence in battle and willingness to kill, "What did you do to get by before coming here?"

Cetra began to fidget on the spot, her relaxed postured becoming slightly less composed. She was not the most patient of people, and this crowd was quite the change from almost two years of laying low, the sudden introduction of this large crowd of dangerous individuals was almost too radical a change for her to stand.


She forced her way through the crowd towards the benefactor of this mercenary expedition. She felt phantom eyes upon her that made her break into a cold sweat. She perceived assassins lurking in the corners of her vision brandishing knives intent on being plunged into her unsuspecting back. Every time she came into contact with someone of the crowd while passing by her, it caused her heart to beat twofold.


She should have practiced being in the company of many before this.


Having pushed her way to the head of the crowd and now standing before the men: Donar and Antarah. She straightened her posture perhaps a little too straight and attempted to once again love casual and aloof in demeanour; one could not let their guard down. Ever.


"Excuse... ugh!" The voice that had came from her throat was not her own. It was hoarse and shaky. She quickly coughed to rectify this and thankfully succeeded. "Excuse me, sir, but I find standing within this crowd and waiting for orders to be insufferable. I implore you to tell me of this plan forthwith or I shall go positively mad with the waiting!"


The silence that followed her words seemed to swallow aeons of time. She maintained her relaxed posture, her neutral face. She was rather humiliated at this point, and if it were not for her dread of laying low, she would have retreated to the home in which she maintained her low profile. She gripped her axe tighter; her knuckles whitening. She waited his response.

Eruna woke up early that morning to make sure she was their on time. After she was dressed and ate breakfeast a carrage took her to Fort Milestone. Once she arrived she got out and headed to the building. The look on her face seemed irritated and pissed off. This was not a emotion she showed in front of other people actually at the moment no one really knew what she could be like. The moment she walked through the doors a total innocent smile appeared on her face. One that could fool anyone. She walked into the great hall and looked around. She noticed some people and chatted with them ever so friendly.


Later someone named Antarah walked in, he was the leader of the Nohrad Swords. She listen to him talk then after he was done he left the room and she went back to her conversation. But when he came back out she noticed him talking to two others. So she walked over to a group of people that was near them and joined the conversation while listening to what Antarah was saying. "Oh a mission huh. She glanced over their then noticed a girl had headed their way. "Well looks like I better make my way over their." Right after the girl was done speaking Eruna imediataly jumped in. She gave a very pleasant smile. "So looking for people to join you? Cause if so I'm available."


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Lei Lan Fa, the wandering soldier


Where: Norhad Swords HQ


Energy 100


...geez this guy has the personality of stump... hehe stump, coming from the bonnies, ha kill myself....


Lei Lan curtly bowed as bowing may not be all that customary here in this land of the North. " Nice to meet you... Tu es bien?... Tuiben. " wasnt sure at first but she followed through with the name, definitely one of kind if that was his real name. After all she gave a type of fake or pseudo name, sort of a northernized version of hers, as her name was actually two parts.


" That is kind of you to slow down for little ol moi, too bad I cant thank you properly.... dumbing myself to the level of a stump seems quite impossible. " he replied with a snarky remark. .... hmm no hope here... except maybe the hope of a bath on his part... HA...... she thoguht to herself. Antarah came back into the great hall and spoke to his advisers or however the people happened to be.


" Guess this time you will be in the back huh?" she told Tuiben as she shuffled closer to the conversation between Antarah, Donar and turian. Two other girls were approaching them. " What's up pretty face? Princess needs a hunting trophy?" she said to Eruna.

While waiting, heart aflutter, Cetra hears the interjection of a woman whose form suddenly lingered on the periphery of my vision. I turned to see it to be Eruna.


Her jaw hung open for a moment as she thought of what she could say. She leaned her axe on her stomach and began to fiddle with a lock of her wild, snow-white hair. "You are one of the mercenaries?" came her eventual and incredulous response. She ceased her hair fiddling and instead held out her hand.


"My name is Cetra, a pleasure. May you tell me your name? You seem an oddity of a mercenary." She looked the girl up and down, she seemed very... refined. She looked to be of a wealthy sort considering her appearance. A lot of the mercenaries around here seemed to be able to free themselves of the dirt that covers them from time to time. Cetra's rags, however, were covered in flecks of dirt. Those flecks of dirt had spread to her person also. She had, had no time to bathe between resting and the constant labour she had enlisted herself for in attempt to get enough money to live in a low profile. This difference made her more self conscious.

Miyuki quietly took in the chattering crowds, her dark brown eyes absorbing information as they scanned the area. These would be the people she was to work with and as the man earlier stated, they all would likely have to depend on each other to some measure. It was not a thought she cherished. The female let out a quiet sigh as she subconsciously began to move off to the side of the room away from the crush of the crowd. It was odd that some took this job for fame or recognition, such a lofty hope that they held. Her wish was one that was more reasonably grounded-- Miyuki simply desired the money.


Alexius, the poor man, was not one used to having to make a living through menial labor and it was no surprise, considering he made his profits through merchantry before being forced to flee to this continent. Miyuki often took odd jobs in he nearby city in an attempt to alleviate some of the financial burden of her adoptive father but it unfortunately was not much. Which led to this. For a steady income, the girl was certain she could put up with working in a team with others.


The gathering of a small crowd caught her attention, it seemed there was something happening near the two men that the elder introduced earlier. Curious, she sidled closer, near enough to hear what was going on but still far away enough to hopefully not garner any unwanted attention.

She glanced at the girl next to her when she spoke. The girl introduced herself to be Cetra and then asked Eruna her name and then added she seemed to be somewhat of a oddity. Eruna smiled and took her hand and shook it gently. "Nice to meet you I'm Eruna and yeah I tend to get that a lot actually." She said giving a embarrassed smile while scratching the back of her head with her other hand. "But I am really good though. You no what they say don't judge a book by it's cover." She said with a bright smile. She then let go of her hand and placed both her hands behind her back.


It was clear by looks Eruna probably had more money then most. But she never talked about it. She just kept up her innocent girl act. People who new her real personality, which weren't many, would give her a award for her acting skills.


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Cetra let her hand fall to her side after the shaking had occurred. She couldn't help but have a rather puzzled expression on her face. Eruna seemed to be really upbeat and gregarious. Cetra felt really awkward at this; such attitudes were new to her. Even before her hermit life, Cetra had hung around in circles where one with such an outgoing attitude would not last long. This lady was supposed to be a mercenary? She seemed far too innocent to take lives. Did she just think she could handle this kind of situation and signed up? Cetra was surely puzzled by the motives behind her appearance here.


"So, uh, milady..." Cetra began, unsure of how to address someone of such stature. "What brings you to such a gathering. I can garner from your appearance that you are one of high caste. Why are you associating yourself with such a dangerous crowd?"


Cetra fidgeted with her hands—fingers interlocking before being pulled apart once again. She was unsure of the rammifications of saying the wrong thing in front of this woman. She was still focusing on gauging her social standing. She knew some of the higher families wielded power so formidable that speaking out of turn could come with execution without any questions asked. The world is tough, but Cetra had a silver tongue.

Donar didn't seem to be impressed by these who came to sign up for the mercenary band. Turian could sense someone approaching from the direction of Antarah's study, turning to look that way, it wasn't all that surprising to see Antarah heading their way. Apparently something urgent came up. After taking the letter from Donar, Turian read it once more. Leaving the chatter with Antarah up to Donar. Apparently someone needed to be tested whether or not he's suitable for what he is assigned to do. Apparently Donar wanted to take certain people along already as he suggested, "Shall we take them?". Turian sighed, "Sure and then some.".


Taking a moment to register who are here, ignoring the conversations that have started up, some even close by. "Okay let's go", Turian started walking towards the doors leading out to the airship, meanwhile telling people to follow. "We have a mission, this time I'll take volunteers the military way.", Turian says loud enough to make sure that he is heard. "You three.", he motions at Cetra, Eruna and Lei Lan Fa, not waiting for a reply he continues, "You", pointing at the girl, Miyuki, who had been edging closer. Continuing he motions to the hunter, " and you. Let's head to the airship.". Turian walks out of the building towards where the airship is docked. Meanwhile keeping track of how many energy signatures are following him.

Donar


Date: Ferra 1st 997 C.Y.A.D.


Location: Welwyn Kingdom, Fort Milestone


Spirit energy reserves: 100


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After getting a response from Turian, Donar seemed to be correct in thinking about that girl who had the unusual posture as she started her way towards them. It was an axe. When she seemed to realize that this was a mission she came their way, Donar was at first reaching for something, but when the girl got close enough she only expressed her wanting to have a mission already..


Before he could answer, two more girls joined in, one seemingly have heard their conversation, asked to join before the third came in, and then they all started their own conversation. They lack manners and etiquette.. He thought holding his finger to his temple.


He did not catch the eye of the fourth girl, but soon Turian started taking those Donar picked, and then some. The three girls, the one with the axe, the hooded one, and the one he did not eye yet, then the hunter and a girl who seemed to be slowing creep towards them.


Donar and Turian have their work cut out. He spoke to Cetra, Eruna, Lei Lan Fa, Miyuki and Tuibenr after Turian Spoke walking with him, "You heard him, lets get moving, we will give names and make the mission known once we get into the air." Donar did not ask for names right now, but he will once they got to the airship, that why it would be easy to explain the mission without prying eyes, just in case. Donar did not like having others know about a mission unless they were in his team. A mission he undertook a long time ago in the contested region he did the same thing.


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Eruna watched the girl as she noticed the puzzled look on her face. She didn't say anything she just kept the same expression on her face. When Cetra finally started speaking Eruna raised her eyebrow at the question and found it amusing she said "milady". "Haha you don't have to call me that. As for what brings me here....well that's a secret." She said closing one eye and putting her finger to her lips. The reason for her being their was a escape from her real life. Most people would think she was crazy for wanting to get away from the rich life. But she had her reasons.

Cetra Kor


Date: Ferra 1st 997 C.Y.A.D.


Location: Welwyn Kingdom, Fort Milestone


Spirit energy reserves: 100







Cetra sighed at the stern orders of both Donar and Turian. She reluctantly hoisted her axe upon her shoulder and began walking along with the others. She did not appreciate the orders. She was always an unruly child who would disobey any order given to her.


"Such stubbornness!" her mother had exclaimed upon her refusal to sleep. "'Tis my hair that should be white from the stress of dealing with such a wild offspring!" This was, of course, in jest. Cetra would then exchange laughter with her mother. She was a kind soul and anger or frustration seemed impossible for her to emote. Nothing seemed to disrupt the air of calm contentedness that her mother carried with her.


Cetra smiled fondly upon the memories as she walked. The happy thoughts of home filled her bosom with a warmth that comforted her in the face of this ambiguous task.


Her eyes had no rest within their sockets as she walked. They feasted upon the grand sights that were to be seen as they walked. They eyed up the other mercenaries that accompanied her. Then they drifted to Turian and Donar. Their voice commanded authority in a manner in which only those accustomed to giving such orders could portray. They were the pillars of authority which would keep Cetra rigidly focused on the task at hand. She wondered what these two men were like, attempting to think past the natural loathing of authority figures that so plagued her.


Being kept ignorant was uncomfortable for Cetra. She spoke aloud, enough for both Turian and Donar to hear her.


"Pray tell," she began, "what blasted contraption are you leading us to? I have never lain mine eyes on any contraption going by the name of airship. I demand answers! I shall be silent no longer!"


What would they say? she wondered. She expected them to snap at her to be quiet, but her rebellious streak had compelled her to protest. Now her heart pounded, however. In the moments before their answer, Cetra could hear the pulses of her beating organ through her ears. They struck fear into her for reasons she was struggling to fathom. She supposed it was her helplessness and their control; they had all the answers while she had none.

Donar


Date: Ferra 1st 997 C.Y.A.D.


Location: Welwyn Kingdom, Fort Milestone


Spirit energy reserves: 100


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As he walked, he heard one of the girls call out about what an airship was. He turned back and saw it was the girl with the Axe who asked that one, he could tell that she really didn't know what an airship was. Seriously? well, there are people who have yet to actually see and hear of these great wonders of man.


He kept walking, and replied to the girl, a smirk crawling on his face. "You know how Ships sail on water? Well, these ships are special." His smirk grew more apparent, omitting the very gruff behavior from before, "These Airships, sail in the sky." he pointed at something in the distance. He was pointing at a ship that was at a dock, it was floating in the air.

Cetra Kor


Date: Ferra 1st 997 C.Y.A.D.


Location: Welwyn Kingdom, Fort Milestone


Spirit energy reserves: 100




Cetra gazed, mouth agape, as Donar pointed out the airship. It truly was as he had described. The ship had broken free of the bonds of gravity to remain static—save for a slight bobbing as an average ship would on waves— in the air. The ship bore sails that moved in the gentle breeze just like their seafaring sisters. The exterior was the primary difference, however. The hull was built with some form of metal as opposed to wood. Cetra supposed it simply was more effective for air buoyancy.


Cetra recalled stories her elder brother had relayed to her. He constantly travelled to other cities with her father to sell the fish that they caught. Just to squeeze a little more money out of the business while having some bonding time between father and son. It was then that her brother came back with stories of ships soaring through the air and similar nonsense. At least, Cetra had dismissed it as nonsense back then. Now she wasn't so sure what to believe.


"However does it stay airborne?" she wondered aloud. "Surely it should plummet to the ground below. Yet here it hangs: graceful and steadfast in it's refusal to comply with the pull from the earth below."