The Cleansing of Eldor [RP]

Once more his words weren’t much more of a blur to Ruby, but she just shrugged it all over. One word did seem to stick out though and she would look curious at him for it. “Enchanting? That’s that magic stuff that’s really hard to do.” She paused pondering over a few things in her head. “Can you enchant gems?” His answer to the other dwarf had her look over to the other once more. “Well . . . maybe you do know him but drunk the memory away . . . if he stands out so much . . .”
 
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She looked at him curiously then followed with a question about Enchanting gems, “Aye Ai can, dough Ai do more den dat.”He smiled and looked around at the wonder of the city, “Ai can Enchant almost anythin', dough it needs tuh be Enchantable.” Before Eurelh could answer the last thing Ruby said, a bright flash of light shone from nearby and a Half-Orc stood tall within the light. He spoke telling all residents of the City to Surrender or Evacuate. All was silent for a moment, leaving Eurelh to break the silence... “Wutt??”
 
At his answer Ruby actually was thinking maybe the few remains of her collection, could be made extra special in the memory of the other bits. Only for her new found contentment to be smashed away once more with a flash of light and the blabbering on of demands. “That’s them!” She cried out pointing where the light was. “That’s one of the green things that have been closing our tunnels.” Her hand tightened on the stuff she was carrying, and there was a dark fire in her eyes. “If they think they can just waltz in the front door . . . can you enchant things so they make a bigger effect than they normally do?” She was being rash but . . . she wouldn’t care, she rather lose the entrance then let them use it themselves.
 
He didn't really give Archon an answer at first. His own thoughts was keeping him silent. Until he looked up and stared at Tor, then back to Archon. He just shook his head. "You will just get yourself killed.. As badly as I want to find out on what happened to Bolton and Dante, you can't go. None of us can't.." Masahiro told him. But he then went back into his train of thoughts. There's no way that Bolton and Dante could be alive now.. But how can I be so sure though..? What about that note..? He just rubbed his eyes as his train of thoughts paused for the moment. He then listened to what Tor told Archon. She was telling him that he shouldn't overextend himself and that he should just take a break.


We all need a break from this.. Masahiro thought to himself again before he spoke up. "Archon, I'm afraid she's right. You might be doing a swell job at pulling yourself together since your magic has been draining you out, but who knows how long you're able to last like that." He told him. But Masahiro had a feeling that Archon would say something about that. So before Archon even had a chance to speak, Masahiro remembered about what had happened earlier.


The note...


"Look, I have this note.. I found it hiding around inside my coat's pocket when we were back out there near that large group. I read the note when I got a hold of it. That was when I told you two to walk back because of that ambush.." Masahiro stopped for a moment as he reaches back into his coat's pocket, and pulls out the same note that he had read earlier. He then raised it up a bit in the air so Tor and Archon could get a better look at it. "If I could find this guy.. the man who placed this note inside my coat's pocket.. then I could get some answers." He told them as he lowered his hand that held the note.


"But I have to meet this man alone. You guys could come along with me, but I don't want any of you two to get hurt. So just stay here if you want to. I promise that I wont be gone for long." He told them as he gets off from leaning on the wall, then walks over to where the door was at. Before he began to walk out of the room, he glanced back over to Tor and Archon. He gripped the hilt of his katana as he stood there for a moment, and then turned the other way. And as he turned the other way, he watched the stairs for a moment. He then held up the note again, and began to reread it.'The meeting that you are going to is an ambush. Will contact you later. So you know it is me, I will ask you, “Beautiful weather we are having today, but I prefer the weather in Oria.” So I know that it indeed you and not an illusion, “It is beautiful out, but I much prefer the weather in…“ followed by your hometown. We will meet again soon.


A Friend.'


And as he stood there, he started to wonder where and when they would be able to meet again. He also wondered if this man had any information that could help Masahiro. But if that guy had any news about Bolton and Dante; whether they were alive or not, then he would like to hear it.


Well, there's only one way to find out...
 
"I can help," Scyra said suddenly. He didn't want to get involved. He was nice and safe here, content with his life.


"What?" Tor was surprised at Scyra's comment. She was already feeling bad about what Masahiro was saying. It seemed that things were not going so well so far in her new life of freedom. She wanted to help Masahiro but it seemed pointless. There was not much that she could do and she didn't want to get in the way. But Scyra's words. Why would he help? After what he told her, why risk it?


Scyra moved and walked past the pair to where Masahiro was standing and repeated himself. "I can take care of myself. I...I can help. If you want. To repay me stealing Ni-Tor from you guys."
 
At Synod’s introduction, Pabla just stared him down before finally letting her eyes swoop over him once more, catching the rock in his staff glinting in the sun once more. He was had introduced himself as a druid and she wondered what he was trained in, if the missing orcs back there had anything to say. It seemed he would plead innocence as he was confused at her accusation, and she took a few steps closer, not stopping until there were mere inches between them.


The putrid smell of swamp waters and the murmur of crickets and other bugs reached her at this point. It was a healthy environment for what it grew, and what did grow hid Synod ad Pabla well from the view of outsiders.


“Do not kid with me Synod Valethos” she snapped, monotone as she grabbed his staff slightly above his hand and tugging it as if to lead him. There was no way she could explain what was happening at the orc camp, as she herself had no idea what was happening. Pabla was truly jumping the gun, but for a girl that trusted nobody she certainly couldn’t let this man use such power wastefully. “Come” she ordered but somewhat redundantly, as she pulled him by her earlier grip towards the camp.


“Your old village resides this way, does it not?” She did not wait for his answer to continue, “Before the orcs had gotten to it, I mean. Orcs that slowly breached the forest every day, and easily killed your…tribe was it?” her heart clenched upon stepping so carelessly on what hurt him. She bit her lip as she carefully dragged him through the forest, forcing herself to stop her mincing words.


Sympathy was a weak point for the girl, and it’s what raged through her when she spared no feelings mentioning Synod’s people. Unlike times before, she refused to meet his glance and dug her toes into the soil they walked on. They had reached the destination, releasing his staff before finally looking at him, she pointed towards the camp that was full only yesterday. It remained how she saw it moments ago, devoid of any energy or perspective tree-cutters; half a population missing and with no explanation.


“There” she noted, “What do you see?” she asked, waiting for any kind of explanation from the druid. Patience wasn’t her forte though, and as if to make herself clearer she repeated her old question “Do something back here?” The disapproving stare marked her face again, although most wouldn’t understand why it was there.


If the elf next to her had indeed taken out the army, then was there really an issue with that? Wouldn’t that mean that they had one less encampment to take care of and he could actually handle things by himself? The orcs were indeed a mutual enemy, and that’s what she had to remind herself when she was working with him. Pabla was worried about it all the same, as power was always bad in the wrong hands, and she truly didn’t know his character. Albeit, she probably wouldn’t like him after she knew him either, it took a long process for the girl to open up.
 
Archon knew Tor was right, and Masahiro, but of course he didn't want to listen. He never did. But he didn't interupt for once, but he did slowly draw his Stele from it's holster. Arm still around Tor, he closed his eyes, and let out a quite sigh, all while Masahiro stood silent at the stairs. His Stele was basically his energy bar. It told him how much he could risk before he risked passing out or worse. He cracked at smile.


He opened his eyes just as Scyra spoke, raising an eyebrow slightly, but adding on to what the man said lightly. "And I can have a simple vision up in moments to show what became of your people, Hiro. I won't pass out, I swear, I have my ways of knowing. I'll be weak, but it's never stopped me before. I've saved Tor more than once this way." Of course, Tor didn't know about all the times he'd saved her. He'd been subtle, using a simple erase rune to clear her master's mind. He'd always protected her, since the moment they met.
 
Synod fought the urge to strike the Dryad for so callously mentioning his people. She was obviously poor with socialization...But there is still no excuse for such things. When she brought him to an overlook above the ruins of his tribe's village,Synod was overcome with fury. Here,he had obliterated an entire Greenskin battalion,while he was in retreat. On his own. But it wasn't enough. Many more came,and the village was lost. He had no choice but to leave. However,the number of Orcs here was far less than even half of the survivors of his little contained armageddon. "Before,when I ran,I slew many. But there were hundreds more after even that. I'm willing to bet that they're pulling out. Look,their structures are being torn down. Their saws are nowhwere to be seen." An unsettling devilish smile found itseld on Synod's features. He grasped his staff with both hands,and slowly raised it above his head. As it rose,the garnet glowed brilliantly,and even began to hum shrilly. The clouds above grew dark,and quickly began flashing with lightning. The Orcs down below stopped what they were doing in response to the sudden storm.


Rain began to fall. Thunder struck their camp. Even hailstones,the size of Orcish fists came down. But Synod wasn't done. His eyes glowed a brilliant white,and the surrounding unfelled trees sprang into motion,unleashing a mad charge across the camp,toppling everything in their path. They didn't turn around for a second pass. Synod roared above all of the thunderous racket,and spoke to the Orcs. "FEEL THE FURY OF ELVENKIND! KNOW WHAT YOU FACE,AND FEAR IT! WE WILL NOT GO QUIETLY UNTO DEATH!" He slammed his staff to the ground,and the forest began to quake violently. A tsunami of dirt and topsoil began to surge forth,towards the Orcish encampment. The thundering wave of dirt and debris consumed all it touched,scooping it up to batter all others it collected.


In the end,all that remained was a freshly turned layer of soil,containing the ruins of the camp,and the corpses of it's former inhabitants,as well as whatever miscellaneous debris that was picked up. The storm quickly dissipated,and the trees terurned to their original places. Synod surveyed the scene,and gave a nod. "It's...A start..." Synod was leaning heavily on his staff. It was obvious that this fit of fury exhausted him. "So...Shall we rally our allies,friend?"
 
Although Synod’s tale was something to be proud of, it only fell to deaf ears; to think he would suspect Pabla to believe such fiction. The man was but a simple druid, and although she knew not what magic he was trained in, the story of injuring many an orc seemed impossible for one.


Instead her focus remained on the village that was only a small berth’s away, Synod noted the details of what he thought was the army ‘pulling out’ after his tale had finished. If not for the sinister smile that pulled across his face, she would meet these facts with her own eyes. They were torn away to look at the elf next to her, whose arms slightly stiffened as the grasp on his staff tightened. “What are you doing” she demands this more than asks, watching as he lifted the weapon slowly, making the jewel inside it sparkle in a way she hadn’t seen before.


The demand was rhetorical, she hardly doubted she would get an answer anyway, besides the fact she knew perfectly well what he was doing. It was as if she herself was being affected by the energy that gathered along with the clouds that conquered the sky. Of all things that he could be trained in, it had to be something connected to the environment. As easily as he moved clouds and forced it to rain, the system around them was fighting against cooperation.


Pabla was left to personally feel the reverberations, as the atmosphere changed with what seemed like the lift of a finger. That wasn’t all the druid did to the surrounding area, when she looked through the rain, his glowing eyes caught her vision. The next thing she knew, she was vomiting on the forest floor as the tree she was standing by picked itself up and walked away with a great chunk of the rest of the forest. The red head was practically curled up on herself, wiping her mouth before shaking her head “Stop.” it almost sounded like she was pleading with him, but it came out very low-key.


Synod was yelling the idiot couldn’t hear her over his own stupidity; she wipes at her face, trying to forget about the innate capability that came as easy as breathing. Before she knew what trees were close to dying, the humidity of the air, how the trees had been rained on yesterday. Now, all she felt was a complete mess, and her stomach rolled again as her brain couldn’t exactly piece together what was happening with the environment around her.


The girl was shaking when he slammed his staff on the ground, and her eyes clenched shut from the pain of the roots being ripped out, the mud layers being dissembled, and the ants and other grubs that were sent skittering. Tilling the land was good for more soil to grow, but something by this size just sent her mind into a bout of confusion. Her hands twitched as the storm started dissipating and the soil settled on the new mound it formed. The girl knew there was a valley ‘installed’ behind her now, but was too busy trying to find something to clear her mind.


The trees walking back to re-root themselves did nothing to help her, though, and she kept rubbing at her mouth. Then he started speaking, the elf who had basically torn apart the cycle at the seams to return it as if nothing happened. Pabla listened to his words this time, only because it helped distract her from the migraine that was forming.


When he turned around and referred to her as his friend, she stared at him with hollow eyes and shook her head. Of all people she had to work with, it had to be an elemental…


“My name is Pabla. And I would prefer if you never refer to me as if I was your ‘friend’” the girl announced, tightening her lips slightly.


"We shall go now, I can barely stand here anymore" she noted, shaking her head once more only to send a spike of pain through her mind.
 
Lerien was not in the best of moods as she sprinted across the dirt pathway. She has been running for two days now, only stopping long enough for a quick nap on a tree and a meal. She also had to stay off the main roads to avoid detection. Her legs were sore and her body was covered in grime and sweat. The leather armor she was wearing stuck to her skin, and the pack on her back, small as it was, was becoming heavier by the minute. She was tired and irritated. She felt like resting, but more than that, she felt like stabbing the person who got her into this whole mess and tear him apart limb by limb.


She kept running, and eventually a tavern came into view. The sight was enough to make her knees quiver. Her body was begging for a rest. Lerien knew she could not keep up for much longer in this state, and she was coming close to her destination anyway. So finally she came to a stop.


The musky smell of ale and wood hit Lerien the moment she stepped into the tavern. The familiarity offered her some comfort. She ordered herself a pint of beer and dropped onto a chair, grateful for a break. It felt like forever since she last sat down. She could feel the muscles in her legs tightening and relaxing, not yet used to the sudden halt in her pace. Lerien sat there for a while, the staleness of her beer and the mindless chatter in the air slowly calming her tired mind.


Then suddenly, the door next to the stairs on the second floor flew open, and out came the best luck Lerien has had in four days yet.


From the corner of her eyes, Lerien could see a man with dark hair and a face she has seen countless of times on a wide variation of sketches. But there is no mistake. This is Masahiro Shigeru. The leader of the rebels.


In one swift motion, Lerien grabbed her pack and slung her bow over her shoulder. She finished the rest of her beer in a single gulp and walked up the stairs, approaching the man with a cautious but confident stride. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she could see the room he was halfway out of. There was a couple of humans in there. Slaves, judging from their clothes.


She cleared her throat. "What's the hurry, human? Off to something important?" She said, crossing her arms. Now that she was face to face with him, she realized that Masahiro Shigeru was awfully young for a rebel leader. He looked to be only in his late twenties, Lerien noted with a slight disdain. "Masahiro Shigeru, I assume. Why, I wouldn't mistake you for anyone else, an important man such as yourself. And with such a strange name." She leaned her back against the wall, never tearing her eyes away from his. "You're all the slaves ever whisper about now." It was true. A rebellion was brewing. Not just here, but everywhere. "I'm Lerien Ti'rem. A pleasure."
 
Surprised, Masahiro turned around and stared at Scyra. Half of him wanted to tell him to just stay out of it. But his other half wanted to actually let Scyra follow along with him. The man just nodded, then smiled. "Well then, I'll be glad to have you come along with me." Masahiro told Scyra. He then listened to what Archon said. He was telling them that he could give Masahiro the details by his visions. It was a good idea, but Masahiro still wanted to go look for this mysterious messenger. "That would be a great idea, Archon. I'm glad that you're willing to help me out here. But even though your way is quicker, I still need to talk to this messenger.. But me doing so shouldn't stop you.." Masahiro told the man as he turns back to the stairs, preparing to leave.


But by the time he was ready to head off with Scyra, an Elven woman came walking up the stairs and stopped right in front of Masahiro. He stared at her, wondering what this was all about. But she then began to speak, asking him why he was in such a hurry. The words 'It's none of your concern, friend' was literally going to be his answer. But he wasn't going to be rude over a question. "Yes, I actually am heading off to something important." He answered, noticing how this woman hasn't really looked away from him, as if her eyes were glued to stare straight at him. He then listened to what this woman said next. He nodded at first, showing her that he actually is who she thinks she's talking to. But then Masahiro just smirked to what she had just finished saying.


I have a strange name, hm? He thought to himself, but he wasn't really bothered by that. Then she continued, saying that Masahiro was all the slaves whispered about. It must be true, because who knows how many slaves are wanting to free themselves from the Orc's iron boots of industry. And all the slaves could do is turn to Masahiro's way, and hope for the best. Hope was what he had given them. The slaves were all able to believe again, knowing that there is somebody who is trying to stop the King. But the woman then greeted herself. Lerien Ti'rem, was her name. But as she spoke to him, Masahiro couldn't get rid of the feeling that maybe she's helping who ever set up the ambush. Or maybe she knew the messenger that he is trying to find. That was something he started to keep in mind. But who knows, maybe she really is there to try to kill him. It's not like many people wouldn't, because at the fact that they were probably bribed by the King, which happens. Except before, the Kind never really knew who Masahiro was until the ambush came around. "The pleasure is mine." Masahiro told her, as he then bowed. Once he was done bowing, he proceeded to walk pass by the woman; making his way to the end of the stairs. He then held onto the hilt of his katana, and then stared back to Lerien as he gave her a quick smile. "Well, my friend and I must be running off. If you would like to, you can come along. I am sure there is much to discuss." He told her, wondering what Lerien had in mind.
 
"Of course," Lerien replied. She eyed the boy who was coming with them, the one with an eye patch. He couldn't have been more than twenty. Lerien resisted the urge to heave a sigh. These humans were so young. "Very well. I think it best that I tell you what I'm here for."


Lerien dropped her pack on the floor and kicked it into the room. She won't be needing it now; it's only a couple of clothing, anyway. And if this something important turned out to be dangerous, she wouldn't want to be held back. Lerien checked her weapons briefly. Her bow was on her back, her daggers and poisoned needles hidden and ready. A part of her wished that they're not walking into battle; she was only recovering from two days of continuous running. But another part of her felt as if it would be a perfect opportunity to see what these human rebels were capable of.


"I have a proposition for you. I am... quite in need of your help," Lerien said, frowning. The only thing she hated more than being helped by other people was her actually needing it. "You see, I am an assassin," she said carefully. Not everyone had the best reactions when she told them of her career. "Two weeks ago, I was hired by an orc with a lot of gold to offer, to kill another orc. Those green things are probably the only ones rich enough to be my target customer. Anyway, I finished the job. I killed him, nice and easy. Except the man turned out to be someone really important." Lerien sighed. "He was some rich war hero wth a high political standing. Usually, I run a background check on both my employer and my target, but I got careless this time around. You should have seen the amount of gold he was offering. It's enough to choke a bull." She smirked at the mention of her payment. She got it in the end, because she did finish her work. And Lerien loved gold, anyone who knew her, even just for a short period of time, knew that. "So now I'm being hunted down by his family. Normally, I can handle this on my own. I took care of quite a number of assassins they've sent after me, actually. Huh, amateurs." She snorted. "But it seems that the family is as vengeful as they are rich. They've put a huge bounty on my head, and before you start to think about selling me off, here is my proposition."


"I'm worth quite a fortune, myself. Years of assassinating for important political figures have made me rich, and while I've spent a fair share of gold, I have enough left to interest you." Lerien took a deep breath. "You, human, are leading a rebellion. You're about to wage a war with the most advanced race in the world. You are going to need more than willpower to do that." She honestly could not care less about the said freedom they were fighting for. These young and naive humans could do what they liked; she just needed someone to help her. And who's better than a strong rebel leader who was already against the orcs? That was the reason she had been running. To get away as well as to track Masahiro Shigeru down. She didn't know if they will succeed in their rebellion. The odds were low. But that was not her concern. Hopefully, these humans will cause enough riot for her to destroy her trail and slip back into the shadows again. "Have you an army? Have you weapons for them to fight? Food for them to eat? If you let me stay, I could help you some. Obviously, the bounty offers more than I can, but I can fight for you. Killing is my career, after all."


A part of her could not believe she was giving her gold away for some idealistic rebels, but it must be done. The damned orc family was sending more assassins with each passing day. And now the bounty. She could not handle that on her own, now. If she had only enough time and enough riot to distract the orcs, everything would likely blow over and she would be free to go.


"That is my proposition, human. In my opinion, it is a good one."
 
Scyra felt suddenly relieved when Masahiro said he could help, though he was still not sure why he had felt the urge to help them out so much. After all he had lived a safe and simple life after fleeing his captivity. Now he was risking it all for.... Well Scyra was not sure for what yet. He saw Tor walk over, following both him and Archon. He then looked to their newest addition it seemed. He listened to her, both her words and her thoughts. It made him feel uncomfortable in a way. She seemed to have no real caring about them, humans. Still he thought she could be a useful ally. Scyra wasn't one for most other people anyways, human or not. So he wasn't one to judge. But he waited to hear more on what Masahiro (who was still temporarily blocked from him).


Flashes flittered through his mind so suddenly, that Tor gave him a strange look. Scyra shook her head at her.


"I will be okay Ni-Tor. No worries. Let us go."


Tor nodded, trying not to stare at Lerien. She was use to seeing humans and Orcs but not elves.
 
Synod shaken his head. "Time will tell,Pabla. It has a habit of forging the most unlikely of kinships." He pushed himself up to a straight posture,and led the way,to the northwest. "Now,to find our allies." Synod was still very weak,but he felt that stopping to rest would be a very bad idea,considering the attention his magical storm would've attracted.
 
Archon only shook his head and brought up the rear, thinking again. He needed rest, for certain, but he could hold off on that for as long as he deemed necessary. So, absently, he drew another rune on his forearm, but didn't finish it. it was a just in case runs. An emergency hotline in case something went wrong or something went right. Depended on how one looked at it in the long run.
 
The fading light of day, orange rays of light now, passing from the opposite windows, and the king sits alone in his hall, elbows on his knees, and eyes locked on the floor. A painter would have a field day with the scene, but orcs had no such painters. The world ran on the iron boots of industry, boots that seemed a little too large to fill sometimes. As orcs go, to be a great king, one must surpass their predecessor in every conceivable way. The previous king conquered the humans and all the great plains of Eldor, even invented gunpowder. Now, now this king, the little boy chasing in his father's footsteps, would need to conquer all the rest of their world, and leave his son to be consumed by the masses. Such was the orcish way...


Gaze lifting from the cold stone floor, the green monarch stood, glancing back at his throne of iron, uncomfortable beyond belief, solely to remind the king of his people's suffering.


Standing before one of the great glass windows, he watched the sun set, slowly sinking behind the horizon.


"Father... our world is doomed..."


 
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