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 Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2017 7:15 am
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Phelan raised his gaze to meet Horrin's with a blink of surprise. The sudden shift in the warlock's demeanor, as well as his kind gesture left Phelan slightly taken aback. Phelan's eyes moved to the hand held out to him, he stared at it for a slight moment before deciding to take hold of it, and allowed Horrin to assist Phelan to his feet. He prolonged his grip on Horrin's hand a little longer, just enough to shake it in greeting. "Yes, Phelan Durai. You have my thanks, friend." Phelan said with a sincere smile.
Hearing Horrin compliment Phelan on his ambition helped ease some of the doubt he had previously been feeling. Even going as far as to make Phelan bashfully glance off to the side, and bring his hand up to rub the back of his neck. "You truly think so? You are too kind, sir-.", Phelan stopped mid sentence upon Horrin mentioning that he could use Phelan's assistance. Phelan's eyes widened in surprise, could this be the opportunity he so eagerly had been seeking? "A-absolutely! If I can aid you in this task by any means, it would be an honor!". Phelan exclaimed earnestly while nodding several times in quick succession.
Hiyama's growing temper, and snappy retort directed at Horrin caused the entirety of Phelan's form to stiffen in discomfort. He glanced nervously between the two before turning to fully face Hiyama. The words the elf had spoken moments ago echoing in his mind. Phelan met Hiyama's golden eyes with a determination swelling in his own hazel green eyes. "Sir Aeros, you had asked me if I would accept any task you would beseech of me. The answer is yes, I will do whatever it takes, whenever it is asked. Should you need to test me, I will humbly oblige.". Phelan anxiously inhaled a deep breath as he awaited the elf's response. Hoping his conviction would not come across too pitiful.
Feeling? Hopeful
Where at? Sanctuary
Who with? Hiyama & Horrin
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2017 10:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 6:37 am
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“So, I guess… This is it. My own apothecary”
The room had no windows. Had Elouise not lit the various candelabras fixed to the stony walls, darkness would have engulfed the entirety of the room. The walls pulsated in a dim orange glow, only split by the dancing refractions of light from the gallery of colorful jars and potions precariously propped on wooden shelves. Although some time had passed since her arrival, unpacked crates towered over her, sitting patiently in unkempt corners of the room. Suspended above her swayed a canopy of tethered herbal and floral bouquets, both fresh and dried. The room lingered of a sharp acrid smell; homage to the many herbalists, potion masters and sorcerers walked these stone floors before her. With two well-worn hands propped on her hips, Elouise surveyed what would soon become her new home and workspace. It wasn’t perfect and for all she cared, it didn’t need to be- it was hers.
“Finally”
It had been near a week since Elouise had first exchange a gold coin for safe passage from the grassy knolls of her hometown to the stone behemoth that was Dragon Castle. The castle itself was large enough to be a small city. From her childhood, memories recounted Dragon Caste as a fabled home and sanctuary to the strongest, wisest and most talented citizens of Maldria and outlands. It was only by a stroke of good fortune- and a rather misfortunate fatality -that Elouise was appointed as the new Castle herbalist, as the former was “taking a vacation to the undertaker’s”. Although still a novice at her trade, Elouise was determined to succeed… and hopefully spend more time on the earthly plain than her predecessor.
Her first week on the job had been a quiet one, yet a perplexingly challenging one also. A young man had appeared at her clinic a few days earlier, requesting a remedy for a unusual, dark bruising that stemmed from below his ribcage, and branched out like inky tendrils across his chest. Although rare, Elouise had recognized the markings from early folklore manuscripts: "Banshee's blight", a illness contracted from drinking from cursed water sources such as abandoned well. Having been almost a week since his initial symptoms arose, his upper abdomen was all but black… If Elouise did not act quickly, the young man’s life would be in jeopardy. Although of supernatural origins, the ailment was easy to cure, alas very tricky to compound without the right ingredients. Adjacent to the room, the former herbalist had established a well-tended, yet unkempt nursery. Yet, however well stocked her pantry was, rare ingredients were in limited supply. Fortunately, a meeting with a fellow occupant of the Castle, Jodan Kurofwodo, had been the answer to her prayers…
"Now, to wait"
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 6:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 7:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 7:49 pm
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He held on as they were in the air. If it hadn’t been for the fact he was so used to being in the air, using his wings and all, he would be terrified. Though that is not the case now. He was more surprised by how high Goruk could jump! And he felt so warm. Almost feeling kind of relaxing. Jodan held on tightly so as to not lose his grip, his blonde hair swaying all over. And then came the dash, the snow melting and evaporating before it could even touch them.
Up ahead he could see many dragons. Jodan was expecting some to start attacking, but they didn’t. They just went about doing what they were doing as Goruk weaved his way around them. He watched the dragons in awe, his jaw dropped a bit. He had never really seen dragons up close like this before. Though the dragon that attacked previously was the first he’d ever encountered. Doesn’t seem that red dragon was anywhere near here. He let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure if that one would be friendly with Goruk around, or if it would still be angry. Seeing these dragons up close, he was able to marvel at their wonderful scales, that seem to shine like gems. They look so beautiful!.
He wasn’t sure if it was because Goruk was with him, or if these dragons were just friendly in general. Whatever the case, he was glad. He could actually admire what wonderful creatures they are. “They’re so beautiful….” He muttered.
My feelings: Awed
My location: White Hills
People I'm with: Goruk Devon
Current Weapon Form: Currently stored behind his belt.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 8:12 pm
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 Hiyama watched as the two conversed, Phelan seeming rather eager to work with Horrin. He turned to Phelan as he spoke to him. Calling him by the proper title helped ease his temper a bit. Hiyama was sure the boy will be a great asset to Dragon Castle and Maldria, whatever he chooses to do here. He let out small smile. “That’s good to hear Phelan. For now, I believe you already have a task with Horrin here.” He spoke, motioning towards the warlock.
Of course, as he was doing this, Horrin had stepped between them. This warlock was really get under his skin! He would so love to turn this man into a lump of cindering ashes. But he can’t, as Horrin doesn’t pose any threat to the balance of this world. At least, as far as he is aware. Not only that, but he was sure the Guardians would disapprove of such actions unless he had a legitimate reason to. “Very well, I shall leave you two to go about your business.” He spoke as calmly as he can, desperate the slight irritation in his voice.
He turned to Phelan. “There are many positions you can take up here in Dragon Castle, to occupy yourself, should you need it. However, if you wish to join Maldria’s militia, I’m afraid you will have to wait for some time, as the Head Commander is the one who over sees recruitment, and he is currently out on a mission.” Just the thought of that guy irritated him slightly. Hiyama wasn't sure if Phelan would ever consider joining the militia, he figured he would let him know of that option, and that he would have a to wait some time. Which would give the young man some time to thing about what he can do during his time here. He turned to Horrin once more. “Since it appears we are done here, go ahead and take your leave. I trust you will take good care of Phelan?”
My feelings: Irritated
My location: Dragon Castle / Sanctuary
People I'm with: Phelan Durai and Horrin Lambell
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 5:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 12:13 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 10:39 am
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Phelan smiled through clenched teeth as Horrin mentioned his potential, as well as Horrin's confidence in Phelan's abilities. It is true Phelan possessed powerful magic, but he was known to miscast even the simplest of spells if his nerves got the better of him. Reaching Dragon Castle, he had hoped that he'd be prepared for anything. This false sense of confidence was immediately crushed upon Horrin explaining what his plan entailed. 'Cultists?! That's what I will be tackling on my first task here?! I figured I would be eradicating pesky imps from someone's cellar, but it seems I was foolish to think it would be that easy.' Phelan thought to himself as he tried to swallow the growing lump in his throat. It became apparent that settling his nerves would not be so easily achieved, as well as the growing tension between the two men before him was not helping in the slightest.
Phelan watched Horrin walk past him before glancing to Hiyama once again. He had mentioned that the castle had positions that had yet to be claimed. The image of Phelan proudly entrusted with the role of Grand Enchanter painted itself in his mind. Just as quickly as it appeared, it was replaced with another image of Phelan in a suit of clunky armor, stumbling awkwardly head on towards a fire breathing dragon upon Hiyama mentioning the possibility of Phelan joining the militia.
"Thank you Sir Aeros, I will keep that in mind going forward. I hope the next time we meet, I can report back having made Maldria a significantly safer place. Until then, take care.". Phelan gave Hiyama a half-bow, followed by a small wave as he turned to catch up with Horrin.
Phelan kept pace alongside Horrin as they walked, all the while taking in the majesty of the castle around them. "If you do not mind friend, I have a couple questions I would like to ask. The first being about these cultists. What manner of evil doing have they been partaking in? Manipulating the public, and forcing them to join their cause? Or perhaps are they rallying their forces to overthrow the kingdom using.. dark magic?". Phelan's bright, inquisitive eyes shifted to that of a cold, grim seriousness never thought possible to come from such a naive individual. This tone was short-lived as he reverted back to his chipper, wide-eyed self just as quickly as it had changed. "The second being, might I know your name? I don't recall catching it when we met.", Phelan asked with a warm smile.
Feeling? Anxious
Where at? Sanctuary
Who with? Hiyama & Horrin
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 6:24 pm
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He remained quiet, as Goruk instructed, as they approached a cave. It didn’t look like the one he was by earlier, so at least he won’t have to deal with that red dragon again. The fact that Goruk had fought this dragon before made it a bit unnerving. Jodan stood back as he watched Goruk retrieve the herbs. And there was quite a bit too. He could feel a joy welling up inside him. Elouise would definitely appreciate having more herbs like this. He held onto the herbs as Goruk handed them to him, and safely placed them into his bag, discarding the burned ones that he still had in there. He had to tie up the hole in the bag as well so as to prevent the herbs from falling out on the way back to Maldria. He’s gonna have to sew this bag back up properly when he gets home. Looking back up, his eyes widened, followed by a gasp.
The dragon Goruk had mentioned just moments ago was staring them down, seeming to be very angry at Goruk. He felt like he was going to faint. This dragon, although it isn’t attacking right now, seemed far more menacing than that red dragon. He had quickly stepped back, hand holding his staff firmly behind his back, ready to be drawn should the need to arise. Despite that he would be ready to fight if it came to that, he couldn’t help the shaking throughout his body. The fear was getting to be too much.
He noticed Goruk had his blade dawn, and the black dragon didn’t seem to like that very much with that hiss. It surprised him when he heard that the sword was made with dragon bones. No wonder why he could detect something powerful with weapon after having scanned it. He never thought it would contain dragon bones in it all. He watched as the dragon turned around and returned into the dark depths of the cave. They didn’t have to fight. He let out a sigh of relief. His legs felt so weak that he fell to the ground on his knees, breathing heavily. He tried to slow his breathing by taking deep breaths, but it came to be a struggle for him at the moment.
My feelings: Terrified
My location: White Hills
People I'm with: Goruk Devon
Current Weapon Form: Currently stored behind his belt.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 6:46 pm
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Like he doubted the man’s abilities in the first place. He seemed powerful enough considering he was attempting to open up that portal earlier. That last comment Horrin made irked Hiyama. As much as he hated to admit it, but he was right. They were bound to run into each other here. Another nuisance to deal with.
He watched as the two walked away, going off to tend to some matters. He overheard Horrin mention some cultists that they were going to deal with. One of his stature has definitely heard of the threat here in Maldria, given he had to make a post about it, and having to deal with making sure the sewers get closed off for the time being. He turned to take his leave when he heard footsteps rushing towards him. He turned to find a soldier running up to him in a hurry, while looking back, he saw three more soldiers dragging. a young looking man by the arms, bound in cuffs around the wrists and ankles. The cuffs that bound the man weren't like any normal cuffs. They were specifically designed to seal away magic.
“Sir Aeros!” The soldier spoke, stopping to take a breather before continuing. “We’ve managed to capture one of those blasted Proser-whatever they call it guys.” He spoke more clearly. The threed other soldiers had reached where Hiyama and the first soldier are, holding the man up for Hiyama to see his face. “Though it took us some time to detain him. The guy was using some pretty nasty magic. I’m afraid there are some extensive damage to northern Maldria.”
Something definitely snapped in him. “You… incompetant fools!” He growled. A fiery aura rose up around him, making the soldiers step back. He definitely wasn’t having it today. “You know how I hate having to deal with fixing up that kind of damage and dealing with the costs to get it done! How can you allow this…. scum to cause that much destruction!”
”S-sorry… Sir Aeros.” The first soldier spoke, his voice trembling in fear. He could hear the other soldiers snickering a bit. Previously they had all made a bet to determine who would confront Hiyama to tell him about the damage cause by the cultist, knowing full well he would be infuriated. Of course this soldier lost and was tasked with informing Hiyama. “L-like I said…”
“No excuses!” He snapped, cutting off the soldier. “If that damned commander of yours was here, he would have kept that damage to a very minimal!” He glared at the other three soldiers when he heard them chuckling a bit, and they immediately straightened up and kept quiet. The cultist that was bound by cuffs stared at the elf in wide eyed horror, trembling. Seems the criminal was smart enough to know his place. He let out a frustrated sigh. “Seeing as this scum is one of those damned cultists, you saw where those two had walked off. Take him to them now! Perhaps they can force some information out of him.” He turned away. “Begone with you lot!” He shouted again, the soldiers scrambling away, all four of them carrying the prisoner to the direction where Phelan and Horrin went.
With that, Hiyama proceeded to make his way to his quarters, where he will have to write up some reports and determine the costs of repairing the damage. as well as finding the people who will be responsible for making those repairs, which will cost some more to pay them for their efforts. Definitely going to need a lot of man power if he wants it done in a timely manner
My feelings: Irritated
My location: Dragon Castle / Sanctuary
People I'm with: Phelan Durai and Horrin Lambell
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