Darkness in Elaria [ACTUAL RP]

The Lore Master

The Lore Master

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Here we go I'll start.


The wind whipped across the mountain side as a terrible sound echoed through the passes and caves. On a thin, crumbling path four bearded and tattooed men from the kingdom of Odekjundr marched through the cutting squalls of howling wind and snow. At the front of them walked Skjorn, high master of Forad Banamadr, with axe in hand. The terrible sound echoed again and the younger warriors stuck close to Skjorn. As they winded through the path they came upon a large cave known to be a dragon roost. Skjorn looked to the men to see who would enter first but knew it was easier if they just got it over with. As they came to the mouth of the cave Skjorn stood there unafraid looking into the dark, he saw movement and realized it was the beast. Skjorn looked at the men who nodded in agreement and began moving into the cave. He gripped his axe tight and stepped lightly, he could see the beast with it's wings tucked over it, and it's tail wrapped within. The wind howled through the cave and the faint rumbling of breath like a lion in the tall grass could be heard. One of the warriors felt brave and charged the dragon, Skjorn tried to stop him, but the warrior was cooked alive as the dragon spewed an inferno. Skjorn looked at the dragon, now standing ready to defend it's roost, the beast locked eyes with Skjorn, and a light began to build in the throat of the beast. Skjorn rolled to a wall where the other warriors were as the air became fire and the dragon roared aggressively. When the flames ceased Skjorn knew he had twenty seconds before it could produce flames again, he nodded to the warriors and leapt out of cover followed by his men, the dragon roared in defiance and charged toward them shaking rock from the roof. The dragon extended it's neck and snapped at Skjorn but he sidestepped it and sunk his axe into the jaw of the beast. It reared back in pain, Skjorn held on as he was lifted into the air which ripped at the dragons jaw even more. One of the warriors launched a spear into the dragons underbelly, causing the behemoth to smack it's head on the roof. As it went down on four legs Skjorn drew his other axe, implanted it into the other side of the jaw, and planted his feet on the back of the dragons jagged head. The youngest warrior drew his sword and dashed toward the legs of the creature, chopping it's front right foot clean off, causing it to fall to the ground thunderously. Skjorn unstuck his axes and jumped to safety before the impact. He stood up and went to the beast who was all but slain. With one mighty chop he lobbed the dragon's head off and it lived no more. Skjorn looked to the warriors.


"Well done, start a fire, we make camp here for the night." Skjorn ordered. The young warriors shoved each other until the youngest was forced to make the fire. The older one stood there and chuckled but was interrupted with a slap to the back of the head from Skjorn.


"Come Odi, you will carve up the meat and pack it." Skjorn said. Odi nodded unwillingly and drew his dagger. He approached the dragon carcass and started cutting out the good chunks of meat.


Later that night they sat around the fire in the cave while bits of meat cooked on the fire.


"We showed that behemoth today, he stood no match against our might!" The youngest warrior boasted triumphantly.


"Never speak of a dragon as a lesser. They are beasts that prey on everything that lives or lived, show them respect young Skudi, for you could have suffered the fate of our kin this night." Skjorn said with sorrow. Odi and Skudi lowered their heads knowing the high masters words were true and wise. They looked outside to the night sky where the wind whipped and the snow swirled though the air. They sat there quietly and ate their food. Odi and Skudi put fur and leather blankets from their packs to settle in for the night. Skjorn watched the mouth of the cave through the night never tiring, never wavering, with the crackle and pops of the fire behind him.


As the sun began to rise Skjorn went to the young ones and lightly kicked them awake, the packs of meat were ready and the carcass of the dragon was burning as was a custom among his people. Skjorn had taken the horns and fangs of the dragon as a trophy. He handed Odi and Skudi each leather strings with four talons from the dragon's front paws.


"Congratulations, your second dragon slain as Forad Banamadr, you bring honor to our people." Skjorn said proudly. Odi looked to Skjorn curiously.


"But we slew him together, how can we all make claim to it?" Odi asked. Skjorn put his hand on Odi's shoulder.


"You drink with your kin, you slay with your kin, and you rejoice with your kin. Forad Banamadr is your family and your family shares." Skjorn explained. Odi looked looked at him solemnly taking in the words instantly. They returned to Odeklundr later that day, people cheered them, and praised them. People brought them gifts of food and liquor and women kissed them on their cheeks and some on even locked lips with the younger slayers. Older people who knew more about Skjorn lowered their heads in honor of the mightiest dragon slayer to ever walk the Barren North. After returning Odi and Skudi to Forad Banamadr Hall he went to the throne room of Thror Eriksson, high king of Odeklundr. The king sat there in his throne brooding with his hand gripping the pommel of his sword. Skjorn kneeled before the king who stood and lifted Skjorn from the ground.


"No friend of mine bows to me rise my mighty champion!" Thror commanded. Skjorn rose and looked at the king blankly.


"My king, two more warriors prove their worth to your Forad Banamadr, Odi and Skudi. They bring honor to your name." Skjorn reported. The king laughed.


"It is you Forad Banamadr belongs to Skjorn Kelison, high master of dragon slayers. The honor is yours, besides they are of my blood and you should expect no less. I have a task for you Skjorn," Thror sat upon his throne and resumed brooding,"The undead army is growing and you must stop this however you can. You may be gone for a long, long time. Will you do as I ask Skjorn Kelison and undertake this burden?" Thror asked, treating Skjorn as a dear old friend. Skjorn bowed and rose.


"Until my dying breath I live to serve Odeklundr and my king. The demons that walk our lands will feel Northern Steel and the fury of our people." Skjorn decreed.


"You will be remembered Skjorn Kelison, our people will sing songs and tell legends of their fearless slayer. I bid you safe travels and swiftness in battle my friend." Thror said boastfully. Skjorn nodded and left the king's throne room to return to Forad Banamadr Hall.
 
Cypherion sat in the Hall with a dark figure talking with him.He began to stare at the fearless Dragon Slayer.Then he gestured to his man to come with him in a dark corner.It looked like a spy talking to the General of Ebonhold.It is almost like they wanted to plan an attack on the city.They began to disappear leaving only the slightest whisper any one can here,"He is here.Let's go"
 
Cypherion and his man traveled into the black cold forest seeing a lady collapsing.He shook her head to see if she is good.Several minutes his men settled up a camp until the lady was awake.
 
...... Seyesu....


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....... Aresh Al~!!!


Ausinoe startled awake at the sight of the men surrounding her. Her worst fears took over, and she quickly jumped into a fighting stance, knife in hand.
 
Oran walked down the dark paths of the forest humming to her-self. It was getting late and she needed to look for a safe place to stop and rest. It would be a while, she knew, before she reached even a small village. For now she would just have to hope for the best when picking a spot to sleep in the middle of the woods. She paced on for a while, twirling one of her many knives between her fingers. As it started to get darker, Oran decided she would stop and set up camp for the night. With the dark came the cold and also the ferocious beasts so it wasn't safe to travel at night. She laid a couple of blankets on the ground and laid down. She would've started a fire but last night she’d done that and attracted some viscous wolves. She looked up at the stars and smiled. Though it was a little cloudy she could still see the twinkling lights. She closed her eyes and hummed to herself again until she fall asleep.


Oran awoke the next morning to a huge white lion-like beast sitting next to her watching her. Though most people’s first reactions to this would've been fear, Oran smiled, sat up, and gently pet the beast’s soft fur. “Hello,” she whispered to it. She figured that since it hadn't eaten her in her sleep, that it wouldn't attack her now that she was awake. It gently rubbed it’s head against her leg. She got up and packed up her things saying to the lion. “I must be on my way now.” It looked at her and whined sadly. “Would you like to follow? You may,” she said laughing softly. It wouldn't bother her if it followed. Then she’d at least have some company.


(Not my absolute best, but rather what I came up with off the top of my head..Hope it's okay ^^)
 
Skjorn walked into Forad Banamadr and saw two strangers sitting in his hall. He stared at them coldly, almost angered. They quickly left though which alarmed Skjorn even more. He yelled for Skudi who came into the main hall. He looked to Skjorn expectantly.


"Tell Orin he is in command until I return, fetch my travel pack." Skjorn ordered. Skudi ran to Skjorn's room and retrieved a pack with food and other supplies that always sat next to Skjorn's door. He came running to Skjorn who was tightening the straps on his armor.


"Where do you travel to Master, do you want me to come with you?" Skudi asked. Skjorn took the pack from Skudi and placed it on his shoulders.


"East and no Skudi, you must stay here and defend Odeklundr." Skjorn said as he jokingly patted his cheek. Skudi was disappointed but obeyed his master. Skjorn left immediately, he mounted his mighty war horse, Steud, and galloped along the rock ground of the hollows until he reached the outside. He followed the tracks of the strangers down the hill that led to the entrance of Mount Odeklundr. He followed further into the woods that were close by, the strangers were in sight, he dismounted his horse. They had made a camp, and someone payed upon the ground, had the kidnapped this person? He snuck up for a closer look when the figure, a woman, stood in a fright and drew a knife. Skjorn charged forward and threw an axe at a tree that stood between the men and the woman. He drew his other axe and gripped it tightly.


"Before blood spills this day you must know you trespass on Odeklundr land, what is your business here… IN THE NAME OF KING THROR ERIKSSON, SPEAK OR I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND WHELP!" Skjorn ordered as he readied himself. He looked at the woman, she seemed strange… foreign to his eyes. Was she an elf Skjorn thought, he tightened his grip on his axe.
 
" Alaashru, be merciful..." she hissed as she gracefully leaped back from the axe carrying stranger. She quickly pule down her hood to reveal her face in it's entirety. " I am Ausinoe Thal Mun Asunome of the Murutha! " She returned in shock, speaking the language of the man before her. "And I have... no idea where I am so do not accuse me of tresspasing! By the Qatharhan, I shall not have blood spilled on this night...."
 
He looked at the… creature not in fear, but curiosity.


"You… creature, get behind me if you mean no harm," Skjorn said as he began to move between her and the men," AS FOR YOU, STATE YOUR BUSINESS OR TASTE MY AXE!" Skjorn shouted viciously holding his axe at the ready.
 
(Note: I forgot to mention that Ausinoe's eyes are .... the white parts are black) 
Ausinoe quickly leapt behind the stranger, bringing her hood over her head. Her body darkened to a black, and she effortlessly, and quite literally, blended into the shadows of the forest. There she remained, watching with shock towards how she had come to this place. 
"I will not remain here. I do not know these men and I have no need to watch a bloodbath. If you wish to speak to me, finish your confrontation and follow my tracks. At least them we may be civil."
 
Skjorn looked to the girl and nodded in agreement. But he would not just leave two men who would not reveal themselves to him on his people's land. He looked to them defiantly and awaited their answer. The girl had already disappeared her tracks leading away from the quarrel.


(And now we wait for ProxCnc, its going great so far though)
 
Skjorn thought for a moment and decided rashly his next course of action. He charged them and knocked them out with the butt of his axe. He retrieved his other axe and also his horse. He tied the men by their feet and hands, the. He tied hem to the saddle on his horse. He dragged them along as he followed the trail of the girl in the snow until he came upon her walking. He rode up beside her.


"My name is Skjorn, if what you say is true then you may journey with me… but where I go there may be bloodshed. But no harm will be done to you around me… so what will it be miss… what is your name?" Skjorn asked the foreigner. They had stopped completely now.


(Sorry if that's a little much, trying to get the story started ProxCnc.)
 
oh wait, nevermind 
"I take it you mean to give me a bed for the night, If I have heard you correctly." Ausinoe replied.
 
"There is an outpost that we will reach by day's end if you come along, it is simply a cave but it has fresh beds and protection from the cold." Skjorn explained he pulled a fur blanket from his pack and offered it to her seeing she was cold. Suddenly he heard a howl in the distance, but it was no wolf.


"Worgs…," he whispered to himself,"you must decide now but the creature that made that noise is the least of our concerns, you must decide now!" Skjorn said worried as he extended his arm out to help her onto the horse if she agreed.
 
Ausinoe quickly thought back to her training, and upon weighing the chances of spreading the curse, decided to go with Skjorn. "Shaltayu, we go!!" She spat as she took his arm and lept onto the horse, eying the "worgs' in the distance, unsure of what they were.
 
Skjorn knew the Worgs would keep their distance once he noticed the gray Orcs on top of them. Scum he thought to himself as he hurried toward the outpost all the while the Orcs kept their distance, biding their time waiting to strike. Later that day they arrived at the outpost, a cave that when you walked further in reveals a door leading to a carved out room with beds and a firepit. He dismounted and helped Ausinoe dismount he drug the two men into the outpost and guided Ausinoe to the room.


"Wait inside and bolt the door, I will knock four times loudly if it is safe to open the door, do you understand?" Skjorn said as he drew his axes. The barking and howling of the Worgs and the war cries of Orc's could be heard coming closer in the distance.
 
Ausinoe, as a trained warrior, felt somewhat insulted to be asked to wait inside. Even in the state that she was in, she could still fight back - although not physically. "Have no fear for me my friend, for I am more than I seem". She extended her hand, holding a silver, glowing amulet in the shape of a mandala. Fire burned from it- white magical fire. She held in her some of the last magical power her people could muster. Instantly her hands were enclosed in the flame. "Even with the world drained of mana, magic is not yet dead."
 
Skjorn's jaw dropped and he kneeled before her. He was in awe, was it an omen from the gods? She could maybe help with the Undead.


"If you are truly a foreigner to these lands than know this, we will soon be set upon by Orcs, horrid creatures who wish for the destruction of my people and the other kingdoms. They are fierce warriors and their Worgs are giant wolf like creatures that will die for their masters. If you wish to aid me that is your choice." Skjorn said as he turned and walked toward the mouth of the cave. There they were, gray skinned with large tusks and crude weapons dismounting the Worgs, beating their chests, and shouting. Skjorn grimaced at the Orcs and readied his axes.
 
"You ask too much of a woman with no food or sleep for three days past. Let us be done with these daemons before we talk of the matters of your world". Ausinoe said this gently, trying to make herself seem less imposing to the man who kneeled before her. She did not want to be though of as a god. Oh, gods, how they were the scourge of men!


With that, Ausinoe set the ground before her aflame, cleansing the land of orcflesh. Any who tried to enter the fire would be dragging a magical weight upon them. It would be easy to dispatch them with the white flame clinging to their skin, sucking their life. 
"Beyond this, I can do no more. I have not the strength to fight. But I shall suck the life from these fools, they will not have us"
 
Skjorn looked on in awe, but some of the Orcs were unaffected and began to charge, the Worgs were terrified of the magical flame. Skjorn charged the Orcs and came upon them violently. The first Orc died quickly with an axe stuck into his head. Skjorn rushed a second and disarmed him, punched him in the face, and chopped into the Orc's shoulder, lobbing it's arm clean off. Two more charged Skjorn roaring a challenge, he threw his axe into one and drew his sword. He spun around swinging the claymore around and into the last Orc's gut. It was strange to see Worgs flee their masters, they never did that… Skjorn reclaimed his weapons and put them away. He returned to Ausinoe and gestured for her to enter the outpost.


"We have much to discuss, magic wielder." Skjorn said as he entered the outpost. He started a fire and put some dragon meat in a pot of stew that began to boil. He poured some hot broth from the pot into a wooden cup and offered it to Ausinoe.


"Drink, it will warm you." Skjorn offered.
 
Ausinoe bowed respectfully and drank warmly of the cup offered to her. The cave was somehow familliar, perhaps harkening back to her training as an Asaltum in the district of Sharali. But that was a long time ago. She forced it out of her mind. 'Some things must be forgotten' she reminded herself, forcing down the memories of her life in Asparas. She remained quiet, unsure of what to say to another person after being along in the woods for so long. Finding water, killing for food, sticks for tents, poisonous berries and predators: none of that made way for polite conservation. 
bye
 
(Bye)


Skjorn stirred the pot and looked to the men, who were still unconcious. Something seemed familiar about the armor one of the men wore. He stirred it a while longer until it was ready. He made two bowls and set them aside, he then made two more bowls and set one at the feet of Ausinoe. She was truly a strange looking being, but Skjorn had been friends with Wolf-Men for most of his life so nothing was truly disturbing or unsettling except for her magic. Skjorn had never seen magic until now, he had only heard legends told of it by the old folk.


"You seem to be a long way from home Ausinoe… where do you call home?" Skjorn asked as he sipped some soup from a large wooden spoon. 
[GOODNIGHT!]
 
(Sorry I was late! But thanks for dragging my butt and my spy in the cave :)


Cypherion slightly opened his eyes to scan if there were any enemies.He spotted a strange looking girl,it was his very first time to see that kind of race.He saw bloody dead Orcs but no Worgs...strange.He spotted another one who held a couple of axes and a sword.He noticed it was the guy from the Hall that they were afraid of.He and his spy just came to the hall to talk about these rumors about a foreign girl who had magic.But after that they left quickly so the man would not kick them out.Although the robes the girl was wearing was familiar to the lady who hid her face using the hood.He remembered the time the man killed is men on the camp.He began to talk and wake his spy up,it was useless.He still has many questions,why did the man not finish him and his spy? Why bring us here? He slowly took his hidden dagger on the edge of his shoulder and threw it loudly in front of the man's shoulder.He did not mean to hurt him but to get his attention.He loudly shouted,"Get me out of here!" Then his spy woke up. "In the name of Ebonhold! You shall be punished!" His spy took Cypherion's other dagger on his knee and sliced the wraps.Now they are broken free and they both drew there weapons in the corner.


"Who are you? You have killed my men.But I do not kill without reason." He quickly ran to the deeply slept girl and landed his sword on her neck,"Go on.Tell me why you killed my men before my blade strikes the lady's guts!" He waited for an answer patiently.But still kept a fighting


(ProximaCentauri,br.Did you invent the language cuz it was very impressive.)
 
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Ausinoe held herself motionless, recognizing the familliar sensation of cold steel at her neck, her yellow eyes fixed on Cypherion, wide enough the show that the white around them was black. This must be a dream, am I still passed out in the forest somewhere?.... She thought to herself coolly, trying to make sense of the slew of events that had taken place in the last 12 hours. "You do not kill without reason?" She retorted, controlling herself with meditation techniques. "Then tell me, why do you hold your blade to my throat? Alas, what justice is done by spilling the blood of a homeless woman? Is this how you show your culture and values to a forgiener? "

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