Fantasy The Three Empires (OPEN)

[Abendrot]

With his spear hefted over his shoulder, Lucas set his horse cantering down the road with Falion riding close behind on his mare. They'd been trekking for several weeks through Dragonfire's sprawling grasslands with rolling hills ahead and rolling hills behind. Anyone who hadn't lived in these parts might call it bland and empty, save for a few patches of wildflowers but there was, of course, the River Tarandel. Here it ran almost parallel to the road, meandering this way and that, to and fro. The highway before seemed to flow in harmony alongside the river; wherever the Tarandel bent, the road did too. The checkpoint would not be far ahead now, only a couple of leagues.  The Emperor had bumped up the border guard's numbers tenfold when the war began. Borders had been closed completely to civilians, in fact, yet Lucas doubted the patrols would deny passage to the son of a duke, especially one with a fat coinpurse at his belt . . . 


Falion, on the other hand, had been experiencing the opposite of claustrophobia during the trip. Lucas could not find out why, but Falion seemed almost overwhelmed by the vast open space. Narrow eyes darted around the scenery, as if the elf expected some kind of grotesque monster to pop out of the hills at any moment. "You're jumping at shadows." Lucas told him over many a torch-lit night, but that hardly did anything to comfort him. Now, however, after the two climbed over the next hill, Falion's eyes locked onto a shape in the distance almost touching the horizon. It was very far indeed, but Lucas could just barely make out the shape of a horse standing by the river with a person sitting close by. "Is that a traveller?" Lucas asked. Almost nobody traveled these days, what with the fear of the war and all that. This was probably the only other soul he'd seen since leaving Castle Cainfold. "A woman." Falion said, squinting his eyes. "An elf, I think."  


The pair rode down the road a bit further and Lucas found that he might start appreciating Falion's keen eyes. She was indeed an elf woman, and going by the bow and arrows, a hunter as well. That was also a bit strange, as there hadn't been any sign of game for miles around. Still, Lucas rode forward. "Afternoon." he said, cocking his head in greeting. As dangerous as the she-elf looked with that bow, he supposed there couldn't be any harm in courtesy. Besides, he'd been deprived of anybody to speak to except for Falion since leaving home (not that Falion hasn't been an interesting conversation partner, mind you.) He wondered if the wild elves were finally being dragged into this stupid war too.


@Haus Of Alaska

 

[sprouhtt]

Location: Aarthdon Forest
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Interaction: Nobody (Shes free to talk)
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Mentioned: Nobody
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Decthalia ran her hand through her long golden hair as she woke up from her nap. She was hit by the beautiful rays of the sun that shined through her window and as she rose from bed she gave one last stretch before she walked herself towards the bathroom to freshen up before heading out to see how the forest creatures and plants are doing today. Selene put on a beautiful blue dress and then headed straight out the door without anything to eat since she had been sleeping for way too long. Selene began walking around the forest and tending to any creature or plant that needed her attention. This was her favorite part of the day was to tend to the forest and protect every living creature that lived here.
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[Loutlie]

Omid could be seen rallying in the streets of Whitegate. He was claiming that a suprise attack was soon to hit the mighty city of Whitegate, and if they were not to strike first on the Aarthdon capital, then they were as good as dead. Although Omid wasn't exactly charismatic, due to his attractive features and known biases against the Aarthdon people, he was capable of rallying a small army due to his military rank. While his men began to arm themselves, Omid returned to his home and hung a large banner with the sentence "The existence of the Aarthdon people has been tolerated for too long! March my brethren, their capital shall fall!"


Omid then regathered his troops and headed to the stables where he blew his modest fortune on granting his men their own stallions. With his skirmish armed and ready, they first marched through the city, calling for others to follow in their footsteps. Once their march had reached the entrance to the city, they headed out on their long walk to the Aarthdon's. He made sure to keep his men in tight formation (Within 30ft of him) as to keep them safe from possible attack by the Aarthdon who surely possessed spies in Whitegate.

 

[sprouhtt]

Location: Aarthdon Forest
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Interaction: Nobody (Shes free to talk)
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Mentioned: @Loutlie@2PM
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Decthalia could feel a strong force coming since she felt so out of place. "Blood will be shed today, I can feel it." She says as she was holding a small white bunny in her arms. It's white fur was as soft as can be and she bent down to release the bunny before she started walking away. "I cannot let this happen, I wonder if the barrier is still strong?" She things to herself since when she first stepped on this land she had put a protection spell around parts of the kingdom and her forest but it's been years since the barrier has been up so the spell might of started to ware off. The only person who can enter through the barrier are people who have already been inside while the spell was being cast and those who aren't cannot get in. Decthalia went back to her small home and looked around for her spell book. This book as everything that her mother wrote down as well as everything she has wrote down from her years of studying and it's basically the most strongest thing that she has in the home. She walked out with the book in hand as she flipped through to look for the protection barrier spell. She had also taken her sword as well because it was part of the ritual spell.
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As soon as she got to the edge of the barrier she touched the barrier and she could feel it's energy weakening which was bad. Decthalia began to mutter the words from the spell book before she captivated it and set the book down. She unsheathed her sword and she put her hand out and put a straight line with the sword on the palm of her hand and watched as the blood began to spill out of the cut. The spell called for the blood of an innocent soul, and a sword of great magnitude. She inhaled sharply at the pain but she didn't let it get to her, she spread her bleeding hand out and touched the barrier and repeated the spell about three times before taking her sword with the free hand that wasn't bleeding and stabbed it in the ground. She watched as the blood from her hand ran down from the barrier and her blood from the sword ran down to the dirty grown to meet with the barrier.
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By the power of this blood that is shed, I hereby banish all evil and vanquish those who have tainted hearts and minds from entering this land.
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She chanted the same sentence three times, the third time better louder then ever as she watched as burst of golden light came from where her hand was and shot up straight into the sky and filled the sky with a glistening color of gold around the kingdom and forest before turning into a clear barrier. "There, that should hold whatever is coming here off. Now if I can only warn the ruler." She says to herself as she removes her sword, and picks up her book. Decthalia looked down at her hand as she smiled to see that her cut was healed at that burst of light.
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[Agante Potatus]

Kolraq had noticed people were starting to form a crowd. Curious, he decides to approach the group. He was able to catch a glimpse of a tall man somewhere in the middle, wielding a greatsword, wearing armor that was made probably to battle. But then Kolraq noticed he was losing his magic energy very quickly, and felt that he was losing his connection to his physical "body". He was shocked, a feeling he hasn't felt for 450 years. Energy was sizzling through his clothing and mask, where as he quickly stepped away from the crowd before anything happened. He tightened the grasp of his staff, knowing that something wasn't going right. He overheard something about the Aarthdon, an attack and that their capital "shall fall." Kolraq knew there was something clearly wrong, and that the other tall guy was probably involved. He saw as they marched through the city, knowing something big was about to happen.


@Loutlie

 

[Aio]

Nesaerys Vaera Raenlarys 


Nesaerys jerked her hands away from the ball as the most vivid images burned themselves into her mind. "I must warn the king." She said quietly as she stood up from her place and quickly made her way into the hall, forgetting to lock the doors behind her as she quickly ran down the halls. Though where was the king? She had not seen him in quite some time, and normally by this time he would have already called her into his study for a briefing. She stopped suddenly in the hallway as she looked down the hall where the stairs to the bell tower was. There would be no time for her to find the king, she must warn the citizens of Aarthdon. 


Grabbing on of the servants as they walked past her she spoke to them in a hushed tone before sending them off to the bell tower. While they went on to sound the bell, Nesaerys had to figure out exactly which gate the intruders were coming from. Going out on the balcony she called for her raven Calcifer, whispering a small spell before sending him away to look for those who wished to harm Aarthdon. As she did so she could hear the bells of Aarthdon behind her, knowing that the servant had done what was told. Turning around as she made her way inside, returning to her library. The spell she had cast over her beloved bird allowed her to see through its eyes, so as she sat down her eyes saw Aarthdon from above. 


Calcifer circled around Aarthdon till it landed outside the gates of Aarthdon, peering down at what Nesaerys assumed was the brutes she had seen in an earlier vision. The crow let out a cry as if to notify the brutes that they would go no further. Nesaerys sat in her library, watching the men, and waiting to see what they would do.


@sprouhtt @Loutlie @2PM @Agent Potato

 

[Kuro Kitsune]

Location: Skyblade Empire


Interactions: None (feel free to interact)


Suzu pulled on the reins of her horse and hopped off. She had stopped in another small town but she made most of her money selling to the wealthy of these towns anyways. She patted her horse-Taicho-and began to set up shop in the town square. She carried more than parasols but they were her most popular ware. She had just finished talking to the town's elders and gotten permission to sell.


As she finished setting up shop and laying out her wares, she thought about her next move. She would definitely hit the tavern tonight. Plenty of information to be gleaned came from drunken patrons, to intoxicated to keep their mouths shut. Hopefully someone could tell her where her master had been last. She needed a lead and anything would do.

 

[Genya]

Ishtea
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As she scurried down the streets of Aartdon's busy capital, Ishtea felt her head swarm with thoughts. She quickly closed her head to it, making the headache dim. The Queen had always praised her powers. You, little girl, are a blessing. You will do great things for Aarthdon. You will do great for things for our King. But Ishtea preffered everyones thoughts being kept to themeselves. Although she could ignore listening, her powers would still slip out of her grip at times. Hearing about what councilmen or women wanted to do to her wasn't something she enjoyed listening to. 
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"An apple mi Lady?" An old woman with a huge scar splattered on her face appear in front of Ishtea, catching her a little off guard. Mi Lady? It meant her slightly changed appearance was working. It wasn't like anyone was waiting for the Princess of Aarthdon to run through the streets. "I don't hav-" Ishtea started, her feet wanting to move towards the harbor. She had booked a ship late last night towards Skyblade. She didn't know where she would go from there. But at least she would be gone. "How much?" Ishtea asked instead. She dug into her pocket and handed the woman a coin before she grabbed the apple and continued down the streets. Perhaps she should have been a little bit more careful. If she had been. She could have seen the two bandits sneaking up behind her. She felt something press against her back before she was shoved into the nearest wall. Two strong hands pinned her arms against the bricks while another set of hands  dug into her pockets. "Get off me you bloody pricks." Ishtea growled as she tried to get out of their grip. "Rollins is going to be so damn happy about this!" The one digging into her pockets thought as he continued digging out the gold. "Hurry the bloody hell up!" The other one, gripping her hands, thought. Why this? Why now? How had her strenghtened senses not picked up on this? Ishtea thought herself. Then suddenly the bells started ringing, making both of the bandits to wip their hands against the belltower. And Ishtea to get out of the grip and grab her dagger. 
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[NJN25]

Once she was in the tavern, Nyath was quickly swept away by crowds also trying to get inside. Lively music and conversations filled the room, and Nyath couldn't help but smile. She felt so energetic and warm in this place, and she decided to grab a drink. Hoping she wouldn't regret this she ordered a drink and turned to see someone standing over her. The man smiled kindly and offered her a seat with the group he came with. The group was a few men and women, about all the same age as Nyath, who all sat down around the fireplace. They all had drinks and looked like they were having fun while they spoke to each other, so Nyath accepted. Walking over to the people and introduced herself after they introduced themselves to her. She sat down and conversed with all of them, laughing and having the best time she's every had in a while.
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[TPBx]

Caeduceus Aamdarson 


Outside the city of Whitegate, Caeduceus and his men from the Scout Corp were preparing for an offensive. They were shrouded underneath a magical barrier so they could not be seen. If Aarthdon could gain a foothold there, the main army could easily march into Skyblade and have a secure route to transport supplies via the roads leading in and out of the city. Not to mention that it was the Empire's capital, taking Whitegate would be a huge blow to the morale of Skyblade's troops. While Caeduceus was sharpening his blades, a Ranger came in with news from the front.


"Lieutenant, enemy forces are moving out from the city. I couldn't see them clearly, something was blurring my Eagle's Sight."


"It must be Lieutenant Omid Heriot, our intelligence from inside the city says that he has the ability to nullify magic. I'm glad he and his men are out of the way," Caeduceus replied, "Men, Mount up. We take the city at nightfall."


Mentioned: @Loutlie

 

[NightQueen]

Lothiriel heard someone approaching and kept a hand on one of her daggers.


She remained silent as they approached and since they appeared to remain unarmed she did too.


Stepping forward she gave a nod of her head


"Mae Govannan, good day to you as well. I am Lothiriel a Ranger of the Elven folk"


She went silent after her introduction, giving the pair of travellers time to introduce themselves. 


She had already guessed that he was of noble blood. While he did not ponce around like most nobles, she could just tell.


The girl that travelled with him was a mystery but for now she kept these observations to herself.


@Lorkhan

 

[TPBx]

Caeduceus Aamdarson 


The evening hours waned and the moon was beginning to rise into the sky. With the passing of dusk at hand, Caeduceus set out with the first wave of troops. The plan was to knock out the patrols surrounding the walls of the city. For a normal army, this would be one hell of a bad idea trying to scale the walls of a city like Whitegate undetected. There were no blindspots that could be exploited along this wall. But for the Scout Corp of Aarthdon, this was a simple task. Under the cover of an invisibility spell that they cast on each other earlier, Caeduceus and his men were able to surround the city and scale the walls without being noticed.


Caeduceus threw up one of his blink daggers. He watched as it flew up the 50 feet high stone walls of Whitegate. As the dagger was hitting it's peak height near the top of the wall, Caeduceus disappeared from his position on the ground and reappeared in a flash of white light and a puff of smoke at the top of the wall in front of one of the patrolling guards. He immediately took him out with a single slice through the man's throat as he landed on top of the wall.


The two other guards, alarmed, began running to the patrols towers where the alarm bells were. Cain then threw two of his blink daggers towards each of them. Cain first teleported himself to the guard running to the tower on the left. The blade struck the man in the back and Cain blinked right onto his back, taking him down and stabbing him through one of the holes in his armor to secure the kill. Cain soon teleported to the dagger that fell near the guard running to patrol tower on the right. Although Cain teleported far behind the man on the right, he picked up his dagger and pursued him on foot.


Just as the guard was about to reach the door, Cain overtook him and tackled the guard to the ground. The two got into a tussle that Cain ultimately won. The sound of their fight alerted the guard that was perched next to the bell on top of the patrol tower. As he was about to ring it, the guard was shot through the chest with an arrow by one of the Scout Corp members on the other section of the wall.


After finishing off the guard he tackled to the ground. Cain raised up his hand and let loose a magical flare that lit up the sky. Several other  similar flares surrounding the city came up in response. This signal meant that Aarthdonian Scout Corp were successful in eliminating Whitegate's wall defenses and to communicate to the larger second wave to launch their attack.


Mentioned (Should be able to see what's going on) : @Agent Potato @Loutlie

 

[Genya]

Ishtea
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"Oh no! Looks like little miss goldy has got herself some claws." One of them said, sarcasm lacing his tongue. Ishtea looked down at the gold he held in his hands. Her gold. Her way out of here. She had been stupid walking around flashing it everywhere. "Drop it Darrow, let's get out of here. Those bells don't ring anything good to me." The other one exlaimed before he got a knife to his throat. Ishtea tightened her grip on her dagger as she kept it pressed against his throat, eyeing his accomplice from where he stood across them. "Give me my gold back you thug!" She sneered at him, anger in her eyes. She was going to miss her boat. There was no way she would stay here another night. "We don't want to hurt you." said the one she kept in a grip , despite the fact that his human form was obviously much bigger than her small elven one. "He doesn't want to hurt you. I would happily d-" 
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The man winced as Ishtea pressed tighter, a small amount of blood dripping down at the slightest slash. A look of terror flashed through his accomplice's eyes before he suddenly chuckled. "Have fun with him." He said before he kicked himself up the wall and hauled his ass up on the roof. Ishtea looked up at him as he shook her gold over her head and winked before he ran over the rooftops. "Bloody hell." She cursed as she dropped the man on the ground. He didn't shoot towards her, but rather scurry off himself. Ishtea closed her eyes, searching for a particular mindset. "Fucking horse!" She ran towards the source, her legs carrying her quickly through the busy streets. A horse came into her rear of vision. A horse standing above a very familiar masked man laying on the ground. Ishtea ran over to it, yanking the bandit's head back by his hair. "Looks like you were the one who ended up having the most fun." She snarled at him as she shoved her hands into his pockets, getting her gold back. The man was clearly not fully concious with the blow he had gotten from the horse. Ishtea turned towards the beautiful creature and stroked its head. "Good horse." She whispered and whisked out the apple she had in her pocket, handing it to the horse before she ran towards the harbor.
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[Loutlie]

Omid saw the flares in the sky above, as did his anxious armies, though he commanded that they stand down. "No Aarthdon army can hold a lantern the mighty capitol." He ensured them as they continued their forward march towards Stratham. As his army passed the border, Omid decided that he was feeling cocky. They rode towards the closest town, regardless of it's size, cheering and singing aloud to great anthem of the Skyblades. His men made sure to supply as much brutality as possible, sparing none, and nailing the women to the doors of homes by their feet. They then buried their only man who had died in the engagement, and loaded themselves up on wine and ale, drinking and chanting more as they paraded (Still in tight formation) around the brutalized town, attempting to bait an enemy army into confronting them. 
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Omid even mooned the sky where he expected a seer to be magically spying on him.
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[TPBx]

The first wave rallied to the main gate and overwhelmed the forces stationed there. Caeduceus gave the order to raise the gate, and the gate creaked open. An uncontested Aarthdonian army stood in front waiting for their time to strike. The second wave were rookies at the start of their march into Skyblade, but now all of them had grew together and became an unstoppable fighting force. The only thing on their collective consciousness was piercing the hearts of the enemy, they left their fear behind them when they crossed the border. A mighty roar could be heard as the infantrymen and the cavalry poured through the gates. Mages mounted on horseback glided through the city casting fire balls onto the copious number of buildings in the city. The guard still sleeping in their barracks woke up to the rude awakening of the Aarthdonian Mages bringing the buildings they were sleeping in on top of them. Those that made it out of the barracks engaged in a losing fight against Aarthdon's finest Infantrymen.


Caeduceus met up with his commanding officer, Captain Elitriel, an elven man from the Northern Woods. The Captain grew up in a similar environment to Caeduceus, so it was easy for the two to relate to each other, despite Elitriel being nearly 300 years older than Caeduceus.


"Glad to see you could make it back Lieutenant,"   Elitriel said in his native tongue. The Elvish language was beautiful, while Caeduceus was capable of understanding him word for word, he could not respond in kind.


"I am too, Captain. Anyways what are your orders, sir."


"I want you to go ahead with a couple more men from the first squadron. The enemy should be retreating to their keep, deep within the city. I need you to be my eyes once more. I'll send a message back to Aarthdon about our victory today."


"Yes, Understood, Captain," Caeduceus replied affirmatively. He then threw a dagger and teleported to it. He began free-running along the rooftops to a quieter area in the city, much deeper in enemy territory. From a church steeple, he could see everything that was going on in the downtown area. People were now getting up and discovering what was going on. The townspeople were making haste and running away from the flames of the burning city where the Aarthdonian troops were continuing their assault. Sensing magical energy, he noticed a tall, completely cloaked figure that stood like a statue in the middle of the bustling crowd. Its armor was reflecting the light of the wildfire developing on the other side of Whitegate. 


Mentioned: @Loutlie 


Interacting: @Agent Potato


Receiving Message of Victory at Whitegate: @Aio @Lorkhan @sprouhtt @Genya@2PM