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Post by Light on Nov 1, 2013 22:37:54 GMT
Sighing deeply at the strange man, for the sake of expedience, Feldoran reached forwards and lifted the awkward man into the room, planting him as he was sat onto the floor, then closing the window, returning to the table in silence, waiting for the general to speak.
The guards at the door, hearing the knock, ushered Fivara inside, recognizing her ambassadorial status with a respectful bow, closing the door again once she was inside.
Seyla sat down at the table, several seats away from the Orc, and several more away from the Paladin, keeping silent and taking a goblet of water and an apple, silently eating as the general stood to address everyone.
"First off." The General cleared his throat: "On behalf of his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Magnus XVI of Kindara, I thank you for your attendance, and for what will be a matter of great import to our Empire." he began: "Those of you familiar with our government will know of the High Council of Magi, foremost advisers to the Emperor and his court. Trusted people, or so we thought until now. One such member, a senior Archmage named Aranthor has turned against us at a critical juncture. The looming war with Zalandria and their allies moves ever closer, and it is at this moment that Aranthor has fled, taking with him several powerful and forbidden Artefacts from the Imperial vaults. For what purpose we do not yet know, but he must be stopped before he can perform whatever designs he has, or worse yet, join with our enemies." he explained, pausing to look around the room at each of those assembled before continuing: "That is why we have called you here. We require a team of individuals who will be an unknown element to Aranthor; he will expect the usual response; this time however, we will be sending a team of specialists to deal with him, fight him with someone he will not be expecting to be sent against him."
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
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Post by Playle on Nov 2, 2013 9:57:30 GMT
Magdud was now sat in a seat, he had what he thought was his fill of food in his stomach now and he was ready to rest and listen. His yellow eyes darted around to begin to recognize those other adventurers who had come here. He was a lone orc, but some species respected the Orcs rather than persecuted them. Unlike that bard. The thought made Magdud angry.
As the General had stopped talking, Magdud cleared his throat of phlegm and brine.
“I came from Stonefang Clan, bringing only my axe and a desire for glory. As many Stonefangs have in past, I come to serve the Capit… Catipa… This place. If this what you ask of me, I will help.”
He crossed his thick green arms over each other, having said his piece and understood what was required. He was tasked to fight. Magdud did like fighting.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Nov 2, 2013 11:44:27 GMT
Adwen glared at the ambassador that had walked in. Elf. Ugh. They were very intolerant of people like her and it always did anger her to no ends.
But she had her own fun. A smile began to curl her lips. This ambassador would most likely be very intolerant, which meant that she could have a little fun. She peeled her eyes away from the elf and laid them on the General. "Adwen, here to help." Nothing more needed to be said.
And her eyes flicked back to the ambassador for a brief second. Inside she was chuckling whilst on the outside she wore a pleasant smile.
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Post by Tonks on Nov 3, 2013 22:35:46 GMT
Fivara looked around the room and felt faint, the shocking mix of half-breeds turned her stomach. This is who she had to work with? These were the creatures to be sent against Aranthor? She directed her eyes back at the General before she ended up vanishing out of there.
"Hello again, General." she spoke softly with a smile, "I have been sent to help you."
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Post by Light on Nov 10, 2013 22:15:39 GMT
The responses were heartening, and only raised his confidence for this mission's success. He nodded to each of them in turn in thanks, pausing his speech briefly to return the greeting to Fivara: "Again, Kindara is indebted to the Elven Empire." he said to her: "And to all of you as well, the Empire gives its thanks to your people's and nations, and of course to you individually for your services." he continued: "That is the mission at hand, and now I ask you, do you have any questions about the mission?" he asked: "After that, we will explain the details of the journey, what we believe you will be up against, and finally, we can provide you with equipment, should you require it."
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Post by Tonks on Nov 10, 2013 22:21:25 GMT
"Yes, if I might, General. Are we to all travel together as a group with no leader?" Fivara could picture the creatures bickering with each other over which way to turn or who gets to go first; she hoped this worry could be sensed by the General.
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Post by Light on Nov 10, 2013 22:34:27 GMT
The General looked to the male Elf in the room at that, nodding for him to field that question.
"That task falls to me, Ambassador." Feldoran said to her: "The Imperial authorities again believed an outside leader would be best for an outside group. Since I act as military liaison between our two peoples, I was selected for that duty." he said: "You need not worry on that count."
"I should have mentioned that at the start." the General laughed, much less formal than the Elf: "Still, you all know now!" he grinned broadly: "Any other questions or concerns?" he asked them.
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Post by Tonks on Nov 10, 2013 22:37:17 GMT
Fivara sighed with relief, partly because they had a leader and mostly because it wasn't her. She wanted to avoid petty squabbles as much as possible. She smiled politely in response.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Nov 10, 2013 22:37:55 GMT
Adwin held her tongue. Taking orders from an elf. Ugh. Not to mention the looks the 'ambassador' was giving her and the others in the room. She nodded her head with a placid smile. "None."
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Cooky
One Of God's Mistakes
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Post by Cooky on Jan 6, 2014 6:02:28 GMT
Bjorn fumed as he climbed the stairs, the nerve of them! It was not so much their intentions that has upset him so, but the fact they had delayed him from his meeting. Perhaps, were he not so delayed, he may have found their attempts to to mug him amusing in their futility, but not when it actually inconvenienced him. Cresting the top of the final flight of stairs, he saw the room he was looking for at the far end of the corridor, the doors flanked by a pair of armoured guards stood at attention. He strode purposefully down the corridor. One of the guards looked quizzically at him once he was about half way down the corridor.
"Sir?" he began tentatively, raising his spear slightly. To this, Bjorn brandished the poster bearing the request for adventurers at him.
"Sir, the meeting has already begun, if you could..." He said, but before he could continue Bjorn cut across him in his booming voice.
"Then I should not miss any more than I already have" and without breaking step he reached forward, grasped the handles for both doors and threw them open. Everyone in the room snapped around.
"I apologise both for my interruption and for my lateness. I came in answer to your request for capable warriors. I would have been here sooner, but a group of vagabonds set upon me and attempted to relieve me of my valuables" The gods only knew what madness would posses any group of men to attempt to relive such a man of his valuables. At 6' 4" and as barrel-chested as they come, he cut an imposing figure. His long tawny beard grew down to the top of his chest, with his hair being of a similar length. He wore a chainmail vest covered in a thick leather jerkin and with a heavy bear fur cloak draped across his shoulders and fastened at his neck like an oversized cape. He was armed with a veritable armoury of weapons, and had little else of note upon his person beyond a small pack slung on his spear. Ignoring the stunned, curious and incredulous looks of the others in the room, he strode towards the nearest empty seat at the table, taking a seat next to the Orc. With a single practiced movement, he flicked the clasp of his cloak and shrugged it onto the back of the chair before folding his muscular scarred arms across his chest and staring up at the general with rapt attention.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
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Post by Playle on Jan 6, 2014 17:49:13 GMT
Whilst Magdud had no conversational input, he did look the warrior seated next to him up and down. He had seen men like this before, men whose strength could possibly rival Orcish might. Man was an adaptable race – they could be fast, strong, smart; mayhaps even a combination. The Stonefang elders had told tales to Magdud, in his youth, of men who could punch holes through mountains and that’s where caves came from.
Magdud would believe such tales when he saw such feats. And this new fellow was not akin to the characters of fables – he was a muscular warrior, like many in the ranks of the Empire. But subconsciously, Magdud did puff his chest out a little more to appear bigger.
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Post by Light on Jan 6, 2014 19:53:42 GMT
There was a general stir as Bjorn entered the room with a great crash of the doors. The two guards inside the door had placed hands on their weapons at the intrusion, until the man had explained his position and then seated himself at the table with the others. With it being clear that he was no threat, they shut the doors once again and stood by as they had been.
'Not more of them.' Seyla managed somehow to shrink into her seat even more than she was already doing; first the Orc, then the Paladin, then this gruff bearded giant, armed to the teeth and draped in furs. Why couldn't she have been sent a task that didn't involve so many terrifying companions? The Gods and the Fates moved in mysterious ways.
"Another volunteer! You are most welcome!" the General boomed: "Just in time too, we were about close to wrapping up at that!"
Feldoran briefly inclined his head at the newcomer, then gave a quick recap of the mission for his benefit, before returning to the next points: "Any last questions, before I outline the journey?"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 9, 2014 18:07:40 GMT
Adwen narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at this new comer. Somebody had tried to steal from him? She snorted. Amateurs. This man set a challenge, one she was certain she could rise up to.
A smile started to spread as she let her mind wander to deft fingers. Subconsciously she brought a hand up to the high collar around her neck. Fingers brushed against the fabric and the necklace underneath. She wondered if this new guy had anything beautiful on him. A slither of doubt crossed her mind. Unlikely, but it was still worthy of trying.
She shook her head in response to Feldoran's question of questions. She just wanted to get out into fresh air and let her fingers dance their own personal dance. Maybe she could take something from the Elf when she wasn't looking too. More thoughts circled her mind with delight.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 9, 2014 20:37:17 GMT
Fivara tried to hold in her looks of disgust as the large, barbaric man barged through the door. "Rude." She muttered inaudibly. She took a note to step away from the door in case any other 'volunteers' came parading through. She took another look around the room. She figured she might as well find out who she would be working with on the mission. "Forgive me, General," she replied in a soft, gentle voice. "Perhaps some introductions are in order. We have our military liaison over here to lead us, it could be useful to know where the rest of us fit in." She may not like them, but she'd like to know their names.
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Post by Light on Jan 9, 2014 22:08:58 GMT
(( If anyone wants a list of the Gods of the world I'd be happy to post one up on the first page, just give me a shout )) "Of course, we were getting a little ahead of things weren't we?" the General chuckled with good humour: "I'd say we have a large enough group assembled, and in the absence of any more volunteers, it seems an apt time for proper introductions. After all, you'll all be working closely with one another. Names would be a good start!" he beamed: "Give us a quick idea of where your expertise lie as well, whilst you're at it!" "Why don't you start us off." Feldoran looked to Seyla; since he had already been introduced to them, she was the next on along the table from where he stood. "M-Me?" Seyla immediately squeaked at being addressed, almost knocking the goblet of water over as she scrambled to her feet, casting a nervous glance over the rest of the group before clearing her throat with all the authority of a particularly small mouse: "I'm Seyla, a Cleric of the Church of Kalimthas." at least she'd managed to keep her voice from quavering this time. She rather quickly sat back down again and took another drink from the goblet.
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