Take Back the Crown

Foxrun nodded at the stone imp when mentioning him. "I am sure they are all cautious enough. For now it seems." He continued to listen to the two very different experienced individuals converse. "You both provide valid points. Use Kavacht as example. I would swear my life not a single person had expected him to be what he is today. It could be just the reverse in this situation." He speculated for a moment "but I don't think it is reason enough to throw caution to the wind. As I don't expect them to relax around me quite so easily just yet either." He finally stopped, a habit to ramble. "The point is, we will have to wait to see. But now we know what to expect I suppose."


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Foxrun nodded at the stone imp when mentioning him. "I am sure they are all cautious enough. For now it seems." He continued to listen to the two very different experienced individuals converse. "You both provide valid points. Use Kavacht as example. I would swear my life not a single person had expected him to be what he is today. It could be just the reverse in this situation." He speculated for a moment "but I don't think it is reason enough to throw caution to the wind. As I don't expect them to relax around me quite so easily just yet either." He finally stopped, a habit to ramble. "The point is, we will have to wait to see. But now we know what to expect I suppose."
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"A wise decision my good sir," the stone imp said to Foxrun. "Yes... we can only wait and see. It is possible, but not very probable, that Kvacht and Gore may break away from their present course of conduct. I, however, have grown tired of Gore's persistent evil intentions! She may change, she may not... but as for me, I will not shed one tear if she must be killed to protect the group! If I could shed tears that is... *sigh* I should have never brought her here. Forgive me for putting the party in peril. I apologize to both of you."

 
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RP Marshall] [COLOR=#663300]"A wise decision my good sir said:
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"Perhaps it's the fact I'm just as new to the group, that I'm willing to be so open about this. I want a chance to prove my intentions. So hopefully there will be a moment we see what Gore's intentions are as well." He offered a slight grin to the others "you're the most intelligent imp I think I have ever met. No offense towards your race. In fact, you're wiser than most people who have claimed to be just as wise in their life." He snickered slightly "I think you could outwit the little fae that love to trick travelers!"
 
Halting her carving, the elf remembered something.


And Seeing as how her hands were almost too unsteady to whittle, Oceana put her small knife into its sheath and put it and the antler back in her waist pouch.


Standing once again, she went to the wagon and retrieved her pack.


Walking back passed the fire to the river she undid the strap that held her kettle. Her light feet patted softly across the bed of smooth, round rocks that took up most of the bank.


The first stars of the night twinkled in the now purple sky, visible in the break of the canopy above the river. The elf appreciated the view for a moment, black, silky strands of hair billowing in the light breeze.


She stared at the sky, hearing, smelling, feeling, the forest. Tasting the air of it, rich with the scent of damp earth and crisp pines and all manner of things in between. Feeling the pinch of sand between her bare toes and the cold, cold water that caressed them. Listening to the rush and gurgle of the water, the sighs of the trees as they swayed in the wind.


The forest spoke to her, not in words, but in the beats of her own heart she knew it's meaning.


You are welcome, child of the Elvglenn.


You are home here.


Not knowing what to say, Oceana started to sing. Her voice was low and haunting but sweet.


O chì, chì mi na mòr-bheanna


O chì, chì mi na còrr-bheanna


O chì, chì mi na coireachan


Chì mi na sgoran fo cheò





Oh, I see, I see the great mountains


Oh, I see, I see the lofty mountains


Oh, I see, I see the corries


I see the peaks beneath the mist


She knew she wasn't on mount Eldur but this forest was home too. Any forest was home to a true elf.


Taking her water back over to the fire, she couldn't stop herself from continuing to sing. All of her homesickness and grief was pouring from her mouth and she dared not stop it.


It registered in the back of her mind that the others might think less of her but she couldn't care.


All she knew was song.


Chì mi gun dàil an t-àite san d'rugadh mi


Cuirear orm fàilte sa chànain a thuigeas mi


Gheibh mi ann aoidh agus gràdh nuair a ruigeam


Nach reicinn air tunnachan òir





I see, straight away, the place of my birth


I will be welcomed in a language which I understand


I will receive hospitality and love when I reach there


That I would not trade for a ton of gold


She had put the water on the fire now and, on her knees, was holding back tears. There would be no greeting in elvish for her. No hospitality. Or love.


Chì mi na coilltean, chì mi na doireachan


Chì mi ann màghan bàna is toraiche


Chì mi na féidh air làr nan coireachan


Falaicht' an trusgan de cheò





I see woods there, I see thickets there


I see fair, fertile fields there


I see the deer on the ground of the corries


Shrouded in a garment of mist





Her voice weaved through the song as she sat and stared into the fire, for once not caring if the others saw her cry.





Beanntaichean àrda is àillidh leacainnean


Sluagh ann an còmhnuidh is còire cleachdainnean


'S aotrom mo cheum a' leum g'am faicinn


Is fanaidh mi tacan le deòin





High moutains with lovely slopes


Folk there who are always kind


Light is my step when I go bounding to see them


And I will willingly remain there for a long while





From here she sang the last line one more time before falling silent, hot tears sluicing down her cheeks.


 
... "Gore!" Organ begged her sister as they prepared to charge Princess Lucasta @Queen of Fantasy and her party. "Reconsider... This is not a smart move. The over imps are not ready. Most of them have yet to fight in a battle. You cannot attack head on. Be patient!"


Gore, using her spear to lead her imp army forward, dismissed her sister's pleas with a snarl.


"I'm the captain here! And I says we attack them now! The group has just left Brink. They are weak and their leaders aren't prepared for a surprise attack. They ain't gonna be able to defend themselves."


The party was only a stone's throw away from them now. Calmly traveling through the forest, they looked completely defenseless to the imp captain but to Organ there seemed to be an inter strength deep within the group that was ready to burst forth. Examining the jittery imp recruits, Organ noticed them breathing heavily as their weapons shook frantically in their claws. Their teeth chattered as if stricken by a frigid wind. One of the young imps began to weep for his mother. Gore hearing the cowardly imp in her ranks seized him by the wing and struck him with the butt of her spear.


"Shut up ya little baby! I ain't gonna have a yellow belly coward in my army! How's about I tell the Master about this!"


The juvenile creature covered his crying face in his palms and yelped, "I- I'm sorry Captain. I'll do better! I promise. Don't tell the master! I'll be brave!"


Letting go of the young imp with a satisfied smirk, Gore grunted to the imp army, "That's better! Listen up! We all gonna attack this group in full force. They are week right now and ain't gonna be able to defeat us. Anybody I find deserting, I'll kill ya myself. We fight until they all die and we return to the Master as heroes! Follow my lead and ya all will be alright. NOW! Follow me! CHARGE!!!"


Releasing a deafening battle cry, the imp captain shepherded her inexperienced soldiers to the slaughter. The disorderly imps swung their weapons at the enemy only to be struck with a bolt of lightning @soundofmind by one of the skilled party members. An axe wielding man @Lo Alyssa whizzed his weapon through the air, cutting any imp, hovering in the sky, in two. The weaker imps scurried about the battlefield like wild animals, causing the more seasoned of them to be slain by fire @L1d1ja @Jayshen as they attempted to keep them under control.


Fools! screamed Gore through her telepathy power. Ya getting us all killed!


Losing her concentration, the captain felt an unknown assailant cutting off one of her floppy ears. The next thing she felt was the force of a huge bear @Abberakelaran charging into her, knocking her unconscious. The last thing she heard was her sister calling out to her in worry and then a blood curdling scream echoed through the forest. It all went dark after that...


{End of flashback}...


..."Or- gan! Organ! My sweet Organ!"


Gore's shivering body caused the supplies to shuffle all over the wagon as she yelped out for her sister. Hearing a soft song @OlKaJa77 hovering around the camp, Gore woke up with a jolt as her head lifted from out of the packages. The imp captain's frightened eyes met Nameen's


@Rydellius.
 
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Garrett was sitting near where Oceana was. He listened to her sing, understanding what her words meant. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked in elvish, placing a hand on her shoulder. He was rather concerned with her crying. "Missing your home?" @OlKaJa77
 
Each member of the band had seemed to have organized themselves into a variety of jobs, preparing for a night's meal around the fire. They sat in conversation, or in silence, but they all seemed to be occupying themselves in one way or another. All of which, except for Nameen.


To her, there had seemed to be enough individuals covering each task. With seemingly nothing to presently contribute, Nameen had climbed into one of the wagons - the one where Gore had fallen asleep nestled in the suppliess - with the intention of keeping her eye on the odd imp. Even though she had seemed a good deal less hostile when speaking to Bo earlier, Nameen had decided that this was only a precaution.


Nameen was leaned back, sword on her lap, with her eye gazing drowsily into the firelight. Her view was latched onto the hypnotic glow, until a slight whimper coming from the supplies captured her attention elsewhere. It was Gore, crawling out of her hiding place.


Nameen was not startled by the imp, only by the expression she wore on her face. It was one of raw emotional sadness, and Nameen found herself wondering if this was actually the same imp from several hours ago. The odd thing was, Nameen could relate to Gore in this moment.


Pain.


Not quite sure what pushed her to, Nameen cleared her throat, before slowly and awkwardly asking:


"Is- everything alright?"


@RP Marshall
 
Foxrun was pulled from his conversation with the imp upon hearing the melody in elvish tongue. He saw it was Oceana and listened to it's words. He could speak none of the language yet he understood the gist of the song. Regardless of not fully comprehending it, it truly sounded wonderful. It held a bittersweet tone to his ears however. As it ended and one of the others approached her, he could tell his assumption was right. To be fair, most of them probably missed their homes. And after hearing the melancholy tune, he thought of how the little children in his village would always sing their own songs. It made him miss the song, the children, and even the village. But as much as he would like to, there would be no return to the joy of that place.


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Each member of the band had seemed to have organized themselves into a variety of jobs, preparing for a night's meal around the fire. They sat in conversation, or in silence, but they all seemed to be occupying themselves in one way or another. All of which, except for Nameen.
To her, there had seemed to be enough individuals covering each task. With seemingly nothing to presently contribute, Nameen had climbed into one of the wagons - the one where Gore had fallen asleep nestled in the suppliess - with the intention of keeping her eye on the odd imp. Even though she had seemed a good deal less hostile when speaking to Bo earlier, Nameen had decided that this was only a precaution.


Nameen was leaned back, sword on her lap, with her eye gazing drowsily into the firelight. Her view was latched onto the hypnotic glow, until a slight whimper coming from the supplies captured her attention elsewhere. It was Gore, crawling out of her hiding place.


Nameen was not startled by the imp, only by the expression she wore on her face. It was one of raw emotional sadness, and Nameen found herself wondering if this was actually the same imp from several hours ago. The odd thing was, Nameen could relate to Gore in this moment.


Pain.


Not quite sure what pushed her to, Nameen cleared her throat, before slowly and awkwardly asking:


"Is- everything alright?"


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Gore sniffled as she nodded her head.


"Yes- I'm fine," the imp captian said weaky. "I just had a bad dream,


is all. Nothing to- worry ab- ab- a..."


The little imp suddenly broke down into a pitiful crying fit. Without her sister to hold, Gore grabbed Nameen and hugged her for comfort.


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Startled out of her reveries of home, the elf maiden looked up at Garrett, once again thankful for his ability to speak in elvish.


"Yes. I am fine." She said in elvish haltingly, a lump in her throat, not sounding fine at all but hoping the Mage wouldn't pry.


Turns out he didn't even need to.


"I simply miss my clan. My exile and my father's death has left me feeling...less than whole for a long time."


She sighed, able to speak more freely in her mother tongue where no eavesdroppers could understand. Her intuition told her that the armor-clad Mage was a kind and private sort of person and she trusted her gut.


"Today brought back memories I'd rather forget and some I wish to always remember. I feel so guilty. My father had loved me so, even though I was not his own blood and I had blamed him for my outsider status in our clan.I thought that I had hated them. Hated him."


Here her voice grew strained and she smiled so very sadly at the bearded human.


"But I learned the hard way how much had I loved my papa. How much I had loved them all. Because in the end I truly was their unknowing traitor. Their ruin..."


She quickly turned away, guilty tears burning trails down her cheeks.


As they should, she thought bitterly, brushing her tears away.


"I don't wish to speak of it anymore." She said in the common tongue, her usual accent rolling off on the 'r' of her last word.


"Thank you for listening..." She paused a moment. "And asking."


The elf then sprinkled some leaves into the bottom of her tin mug, covered them with a kind of mesh circle in the mug and poured in the now hot water. Then added a cube of a strange, hardened, golden substance.


She offered another cube to the Mage as a show of thanks.


"It's hardened honey. Simply that."


@L1d1ja
 
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"Thank you." Garrett smiled as he took the little cube. "And don't let the past burden or control you. It's called 'past' for a reason." He added with a shrug. "I know a little to much about unwillingly bringing ruin myself."


@OlKaJa77
 
Oceana smirked just slightly, cynically amused but grateful for the sentiment. She took a sip of her skullcap tea gingerly, feeling it calm her nerves just a bit.


"Perhaps I will not be the only one weeping the next time we exchange stories, oh stoic magi." She chuckled in good humor, trying to be less of a downer. Smiling mischievously to herself she opened her mouth and...


"I'm sure this group thinks me only useful for angrily hunting deer! and putting out fires with my great streams of tears."


Her singing suddenly bursted forth in a limerick like fashion, holding her mug of tea up like a tiny mug of ale in toast, grinning ear to ear.


Of course she still felt a little down but having an ear and some sympathy seemed to have been a successful cure for her current homesickness. It wasn't gone and might never go away, but after the mage's reassurance the elven woman felt like she had somehow taken a step towards her beloved Elvglenn...without actually taking a step at all.


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Nameen did not resist Gore as the imp grasped her, and held on for condolence. She did not want to react in a way that would upset her, especially at this moment, when she seemed so vulnerable.


I came up here with the intention of guarding her, and yet here I am acting as her comfort. She thought, thinking of how suspicious she had been of the imp no less than a minute ago. Truth be told, Nameen was now sceptical of her initial opinions of Gore. Now, she had no idea what exactly to think of the imp.


In that case, you must be ready for anything. A small voice said in the back of her head. She may still be an enemy. But in this moment, Nameen thought Gore only looked small. Confused and questioning, wondering what it was she was going to do now. It was a feeling that Nameen had felt in her past, right after she had escaped her village. And it was one that would always remain with her in memory.


Gore's tears continued on for quite a while, and Nameen sat silent and unmoving beside her. She figured that it was the least that she could do in this moment.


But it did not mean that she wouldn't still be vigilant.


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"I will give you all my gold if you ever get a story that makes me weep out of me. You can consider that a challenge if you wish." He grinned and chuckled at her singing.


'I'm actually beginning to like that elf. She's funny, unlike some mage...' Dorian commented, receiving a glare from Garrett in return.


@OlKaJa77
 
Oceana simply raised an eyebrow and sipped her tea.


Then she gestured to the hawk that rested upon his shoulder.


"Hello there," she said " I know you're not really a hawk. I saw you change during the battle."


Smirking just a little, the elf shrugged.


"I donnae mind if you stay that way, but I'd like to know your name at least."


@L1d1ja
 
Valeiah had finished with all that she could help with. She was a fast worker. Now she just leaned back and groaned. "Now what??"
 
'Mostly because, as hilarious as their reactions would be, this is not the right time to introduce myself. They all had enough surprises for the day.' He explained. 'Though the comical value would possibly be worth it.'


'I just hope that none of them had known of me before.' He added to himself. He knew that for the jobs he had done, most people would not hesitate to stab him and so do a good dead for humanity.





@OlKaJa77
 
Oceana nodded in sympathy, and took another sip of tea.


"I suppose you're right."


Shrugging again she tucked some stray hairs behind her elven ear.


"Well I look forward to meeting you.... in person" she smiled. "Dorian"


@L1d1ja
 

Phaedra snapped her head in Bo's direction, the agitation clear in her expression, but upon realizing who it was - finally recognizing the voice and face beside her - she calmed considerably, relaxing her posture. She gave a weak smile, debating how to proceed. While she enjoyed the exchange of information between herself and others - sating others curiosity to serve her own - there were just some things that she began to realize she didn't particularly want to share. Bo had more than proven himself to be a trustworthy companion, and one that she could confide in, but hadn't she shown enough weakness for one day? Did she need to be more of a burden for something so small and pathetic? Her insecurities had no place here, and neither did her thoughts of her father. After all, there were people in this group that had lost everything: the princess, Valeiah, Svetlana and Yaroslav, even the pain Oceana had was clear - there was no denying that the Elf suffered far more than she. The simple fact was this: Phaedra had no sorrowful past. She was just a woman with abandonment issues that led to her dropping the only important commitment she had ever had in her life. Other than her abandonment as a babe, every mistake was her fault and her's alone. There were no tragedies that were not self-inflicted.

The internal struggle that she faced was all too obvious. Realizing that it had been too long since she was expected to politely answer, she stammered for a moment, trying to get something out.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to come off so, er.. ahh.." Phaedra moved her attention back to the berries, avoiding eye contact now, feeling anxiety piling up in her belly - like wriggling worms eating their way through her. Though she did enjoy asking others questions about themselves and learning about other people, Phaedra began to realize that maybe this was the same sort of pressure that she unintentionally placed others under. Phaedra kept her voice low, trying desperately to keep the conversation between the two of them. "...unsociable? I'm just thinking. I feel a little guilty about Oceana.. And about home. Or what was my home. I wish I wrote letters. Or something. Is that silly?"

She felt that she could probably throw up. Leaving herself so vulnerable made her feel ill, but it helped her filter out the thoughts. She did need to clear her mind and, maybe, it would help her sleep easier that night. Still, she felt incredibly silly. With all of these others around her with real problems - things that were likely out of their control in one way or another - what were her worries really worth?

@soundofmind


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'I hope I don't disappoint you then.' Dorian answered, doing the best impression of a smile his bird face could manage.


@OlKaJa77
 

"He is quite an interesting fellow." She replied to Pip's statement on the thief, "Most people have shared a bit about themselves since they have joined, but all he has revealed is that he is in debt, perhaps a couple stories of his heists, but nothing else." She chuckled.


"But yes, for now, we will keep a watchful eye. I will be particularly alert." She stripped the last of the cattails and placed them in her basket, "Alright everyone!" She said, "Finish up now, I am starving!"


Hjalmar had remained quiet as everyone spoke to each other, lazily pulling at Jenber berries. When Oceana left for the river and began to sing, he stopped completely, listening in. He didn't seem the academic type, but he actually knew the elvish tongue along with many others. His mother was raised by small clan of elves after she was orphaned, and she took it upon herself to teach her son that same language. It was sad song. Though, he found himself unable to relate. He never had a place to call home. At least, one that brought back good memories. He sighed, dropping the empty branch that once held Jenber berries, and he left the warmth of the fire, making his way into the woods. He didn't stop walking until he could barely here the distant voices of the group, and he took a seat on a log, leaning back against the rock it had been broken by.


He exhaled, and looked up at the clear skies, stars already speckled the horizon.


Home.


He could feel tears brim his eyelids despite his efforts of resisting. He didn't have much in life. He didn't grow up in a warm house, or have siblings or friends. He didn't even have a father. Well-- he had one, but he had no idea who he was or why he left. All he had was his mother, and even she too was gone. He wiped a tear a way, uttering a curse for letting them out, and groaned, tilting his head back.
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Overhearing her name from Phaedra and Bo's direction some paces away, the Oceana picked up her mug and said to Garrett and Dorian, "Please excuse me, sirs."


Striding over behind Bo silently she tapped on one shoulder before nimbly stepping towards the other. As expected the big man whipped around to look for the elf on one shoulder only to turn back to see her near the other.


Oceana hoped that the small prank would help Phaedra cheer up. She knew the half-sylph had been upset and felt guilty for having added to it somehow.


@TeeKay @soundofmind
 
'Did you notice that the thief has disappeared for a while now? I'll go see where he walked off to.' Dorian told Garrett before flying off to search. It did not take him long to spot Hjalmar and to land nearby. 'Kid, you okay?' Dorian asked as he noticed the fact that he had a tear running down his cheek.


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