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Post by FOffImNotCute on May 11, 2015 14:24:16 GMT
Ruby Peak
xxx Of the various peaks, Ruby Peak is by far the least accessible. The mountain walls are steep, and the road is thick with forests and caves. The towering red peak of the mountain contains an important resource; Hematite. The ore from which it's inhabitants smelt iron from. The Peak is known for being adept in Pyromancy, a skill many use to aid in the crafting of tools and weapons. Historically being an armourer for the Fey people. But since the war the mines have fallen into disrepair, and their pyromancy is much more a defence than a tool these days.
xxx Looking north, down the steep stone walls of the town, you might just see Jotunheim if the weather is clear. Situated somewhat North-West of Sapphire Peak, it is a two week march to Ruby Peak across the winding valley floor, then up the mountain itself. The road is harsh and steep, and only two men wide... provided your men are slim. The Lios call it Mall'ai Anga. The Road to Iron. Though not uncommon to often see a few Lios scouts or Hunters along the way, those unfamiliar with it tend to steer clear. A good sight for an ambush, and very easy to get lost.
xxx As you head further and further North, the Redwood gets thicker and thicker still. Towering pine trees as far as the eye can see cover the southern face of the mountain leading down into the valley. A small river runs along the bottom, which freezes over juring winter. The forest is home to many wild animals, including boar and deer, which the people of Ruby Peak hunt for food. The Northern face of the mountain is a sheer drop, though adept climbers may not be so intimidated, it is no route for an army.
xxx The population is small, and from this children are taught to fight or heal at a young age. You must hunt with your fathers, or heal with your mothers. Though not compulsory, it's history and it's needs have lead there to be an abundance of Druids and Pyromancers within the hold. The family of T'aradel house watch the town, protect it and train all those who offer themselves to the act of guarding and hunting. Many were lost to the wars, but many gained also. Refugees fled to the Northernmost reaches of the Lios lands, and some stayed after, with nowhere left to go. The town's blacksmith is such a person, Orist N'vinther. He arrived as just an apprentice, and now trains Myrin of house Ky'sel. House Ky'sel are overseers of the mines. Many were lost during the war, but they still chip away in their tunnels. No one knows the mountain like the Ky'sel family, old imperial tails said they had a maze underground, and would trap you forever. All stories of course. They are not a big family, bitter from the war. Many of their younger men were conscripted to the war, but the untrained miners perished, house T'aradel has promised to train any Ky'sel who wishes to fight. The two houses grew closer as the war ended. Refugees who stayed have become part of the Ruby Peak family. Name means nothing to the inhabitants. The town is close knit, and protective of their own.
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Post by FOffImNotCute on May 11, 2015 15:54:54 GMT
Recent Happenings xxx Shariniel....put her son to bed. Her crystal clear voice wove magic into the bedtime song she sang him..stroking his head...smiling as he fell asleep. ...she didn't sense the intruder. ..one moment he was not there..then he was. She stood...words of power on her tongue. ..the black...bleeding knife...punched forward thrice...eye...throat..heart....she collapsed. ..blood spattering. .her sleeping child....the tall...black robed figure..bent over the cot... ................ xxx Ruathin....stood guard along with three others. .atop the slender Morning Tower. Garbed in silvery maille...and cloaks of deepest red...enruned spears clasped in their slim fingered hands.....
The black figure....danced suddenly out of the shadows...bleeding blade..flickering in the light shed by the brazier...thrice eye .....throat. ..heart....armour parting like paper....three ....expert warrior caste collapsed....
The black figure..chuckled. xxx A message arrived to the Heros of Stormguard telling of what had happened. Sent by Rin T'aradel of Ruby Peak, calling for Tithin to return home. Her brother, dead. Her auntie, dead. Her newborn baby cousin also lay dead. All, three wounds. One to the eye, one to the throat, and a final to the heart. The Red Mountain stained redder than before. The shadow had gone as fast as it arrived, leaving only death and despair. No footprints, only the marks left on the victims, carved with a blade. xxx Immediately she returned home. She embraced her cousin upon arrival. The usual beaming faces of Ruby Peak broke as she arrived. Glistening blue tears ran down the tanned faces of all. The death count tallied more than ten, which for a small hold was no small bite. The murders spread shock and fear around the hold. For some, anger grew inside them. Vengence for their loved ones lost to a cold blooded killer. Tithin's arrival reduced her family to tears. Maybe tears of joy? Knowing their youngest was still whole as a lios can be. xxx Rin and Tithin stood side by side at the funeral Pyre. The bodies wrapped and laid side by side. The wraps turned red close to the chest and face, the ghastly wounds covered but not entirely hidden. Seeing the tiny mumified remains of her infant brother, Rin buried her head on Tithin's shoulder. The images of the nursery still burned in her memories for it had been she to first discover the bodies. The survivors joined hands, and sang a song. An ancient song, sometimes a nursury rhyme, sometimes a lullaby. This one, to send the dead off into their endless sleep. xxx Mihael T'aradel, head of the house, stepped forward... his torch lit with a giant red flame. "Today we bid good night to our loved ones. They never leave us, they carry on within our hearts. We of Ruby Peak have always been one, and always shall be. No one is ever lost in the Family of the Red Mountain, only gained. We must always remember them for what they were, and not what they became. They will always be our brothers and sisters as they live on in our memories and hearts. Quel kaima!" "QUEL KAIMA!" Everyone repeated raising their arms to the starlit sky. Goodnight in the old tongue, and with that, he placed the flame upon the Pyre. xxx Morning struck, and a knock upon the door. Though, house of T'aradel had not slept. A guard stood in the bleak morning sun, and spoke of a messenger from Sapphire Peak awaited at the Ritual Circle. The people gathered and watches as the woman dressed in blue approached Mihael T'aradel and knelt. "I bring news," He misty blue eyes were grave and filled with horror. The head of the house lead her to the council chamber, though it stood in ruins, it was private. She told of an attack. Sapphire Peak mourned the loss of their own. An attack in the night. Every body the same. Eye. Throat. Heart. She'd traveled to Emerald Peak, who told of a similar story. Someone was attacking them. But who? xxx Tithin stood forward. "The heroes of Stormguard have a suspect,"xxx The night of the Pyre, a D'rough had arrived with Tithin. A friend, and a Hero of Stormguard. His name was Avn. He stood hand in hand with the Lios, he paid his respects to the fallen. But after, he left swiftly for Nighteye. Before he left however, he spoke briefly of their encounter with the mourn, who had arrived abruptly just a few days prior. A member of their party, a man named Jeff was immediately attacked. But as the battle began, it was clear he was no friend. The man held power, dark power. He was not who he told us he was. A mourn gentleman had approached they fey present and told them something that haunted them to their very bones. "The fallen prince has been set free,". Tithin frowned and looked up. "Avn has told me his suspicions and I agree entirely. The wounds, they mean something." She looked around, not one member of the company could ignore it. A sense of dread had fallen about the room. The Lios, and the D'rough were no longer safe. "Avn has returned to Nighteye. I shall return to Stormguard. This must be ta-" "And I will join you," Rin cut in. "You're all I have left of my mother. You're my closest childhood friend. I can't lose you Tith," Mihael looked up at the girls, he did not want his only daughter out there, but he knew the Peaks were no longer safe. "We will discuss this later, the Honour Guards of the Pyre must be ready to leave by now, I must see them off,"xxx The company approached the ritual circle. The air was cold, the forest silent. Nature knew of their loss and grieved with them. Inside the circle stood four D'rough and two Lios. Five clad in heavy maille, shimmering like the stars at night. One circled, garbed in a delicate robe. Four of the soldiers held between them an urn, Red as the mountain, and etched with words of their ancestors. TO BE CONTINUED!
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Ruby Peak
May 11, 2015 23:30:24 GMT
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Post by Admin on May 11, 2015 23:30:24 GMT
The urm stood in the center of the circle,flanked on the left by two D'rough and on the right by two Lios. The priest in robes turned and faced the assembled Lios striking his staff twice down hard on the flag stone's as the sound faded,so did the glimmer around the figures in the circle. The priests delicate robes replaced by the heavy robes commonly worn by priests of the mistress, the Lios on the right there highly polished armour reflecting the light from the touches surrounding the circle, the D'rough's black armour in contract to the Lios seeming to suck in and trap the light. In unison they gentle lifted the urm, the priest head down covered by the heavy hood of his robe spoke in a clear voice "We will return them to our ancestors" he raised his head slightly, eyes still hidden but Tithin could feel his eyes on him and he spoke "You have questions, come to Nighteye" again he struck his staff down, the circle seemed to seal and transport at the same time. One minute five Fey stood in the circle a flash of light and they were gone, as the light cleared the gathered lios felt a wave of power wash over them, their grief briefly removed and replaced with a feeling of devotion and love.
The Cavern was huge, in its center stood number of structure's surrounded by a large thick stone wall it resembled a large town though no living being resided there. He had been waiting for nearly two days, he knew his work would bring others here soon then for the next phase of his plan. He felt the surge of magical energies, he looked towards the stone's of the transport circle, a flash of light and there stood five Fey and a large red urn. The prince smiled just what he had been waiting for though 4 soldiers and a priest, not even a warm up. He felt the spirits behind him wanting to surge forward and quench their rage.He thought for a second, they could have the priest he wanted the soldiers. At his signal the prince and his Wrath moved forward following the procession ahead, being careful to hide there presence. The priest reached the huge double doors in the walls, he struck them twice with his staff and after a second or so they swung inwards. The priest ushered the party inside and went to follow, the prince was about to make his move as the priest stopped just before he crossed the threshold, he turned seeming to look stright at the prince, impossible no way he could know he was there!. The priest again struck twice with his staff and doors swung shut, in a loud clear voice he made a simple statement that sent the rage in the prince to boiling point. "You will not enter!". The prince snarled between gritted teeth "Kill him!" though he had said it far too quietly for the priest to hear and he could not see his face he swore the priest was smiling. The spirits behind the prince swept silently forward, surging towards the lone figure their arms out strenched, what resembled mouths opened in slient rage. The prince watched grinning at the pain that was about to be inflicted on the priest, almost unable to contain his excitement. At the last moment just before they touched the priest he exploded in to action, his staff lashing out each time it stuck one of the shadowy figures an audible crack was heard, and one by one the shadows disappeared. The prince watched unable to understand what he was seeing twenty of his wrath reduced to nothing in a matter of seconds by a mere priest.The last Wrath darted in the priest spun round his staff striking at head height his robes lifting for a second, under the robes the prince could swear he saw the colour purple, so not just a common priest. It mattered little he was soon to be a dead priest. The prince rose drawing his daggers a smile crossing his lips. As he drew near to the priest he laughed " better get your self an urn",he lunged for the priest again and again he struck, each time his aim changed each one would have been a killing stroke, eye's , throat, heart. Each time the priest seemed to effortlessly parry the blows, the prince could feel his rage rising to new levels. He doubled his efforts he would kill this whelp, "you're boring me" the priest simple stated as he went on the offensive his first strike catching the prince on the chin spinning him as he collapsed to the floor. His raged exploded, how darw he strike a prince, he dropped his daggers hands going to the two short swords at his waist, slowly drawing them his hate filled eyes staring at the priest, still he could sense him smiling. The priest stepped back "fine swords it is then!" he placed his staff on the floor and threw off his robes, drawing two identical swords from scabbards that had been hidden under his robes. As the robes dropped to the floor, the prince saw what stood before him, he knew them swords. they were called the twins, he looked at the purple and black armour the figure wore it was of a most ancient design, he then saw the dagger tattoo on his left temple, he did not know who he was but he knew WHAT he was. As this realisation hit the prince the final glimmer fell away from the figure as did his smile. Now the prince could feel an outside power radiating from the Fey before him. He then felt feelings that he had not felt for centuries, devotion and fear the strange feelings freezing him for a second. As he won the fight for control of his body he saw the figure had started to advance the look of murder on his face plan to see, then he stopped his his head cocked to the side as if listening. He looked back to the prince pointing with one of his swords. "Know this." the blade said though the effort to restrain his anger clearly visable " She May forgive you, I WILL NOT! if you continue with your actions i WILL come after you" He said lowering his weapons, the prince stood up he knew this fight was over he wasn't going to win here today, as he collected his weapons he thought there's always tomorrow. The prince backed away, ensuring he always had eyse on this unknown blade, he gave the blade a little nod and smiled " until next time" then he disappeared into the dark of the cavern.
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