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#1 Dion

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Posted 02 December 2011 - 06:44 PM

"Fourteen..." Ysloda carved a line into the brick wall that she leaned against with a small rock. Before her was a room with only three solid walls - the fourth constituting solely of iron bars. Carved on the wall adjacent to the iron bars were fourteen neat lines, signifying how long Ysloda had been inside the prison. "That Darcsen arrives today. Negotiations.."Ysloda found herself muttering to herself more than ever after imprisonment.

Glancing over to her opposite cell, she looked towards the familiar face of another prisoner; dark haired and fairly hardened. He had been in the prison longer than Ysloda. He seemed comfortable in his cell the day she arrived, so she assumed he had been in there for a good time already. The man looked no older than 40, but looked particularly well built for a man of his age. Interaction between prisoners was diminished by an Elven barrier spell, so socializing was not an option. He, however, did not look like he would be willing to talk to her, anyway. Glancing away as not to attract his attention, Ysloda completed her little line.

Sighing, Ysloda sat by the wall, waiting for news on the negotiations that would occur today. The guards in the prison had been chattering about the arrival of a Darcsen Mage. Unlike the Dwares and the Dregurs, they held a highly neutral stance in the Hume/Elven war. Naturally, either side would resort to the Darcsen for a decision when it came to negotiations. The ancient race had come to represent justice in Ismariel. Besides this, it would be impossible for hume negotiators to find Elven territories that were hidden deep within the woods of the northern continent.

It was here that the door for the keep slammed open. Walking in was a Darcsen, accompanied by two elves on either side. The Darcsen was dressed in a brilliant cloak of a dark navy blue hue. The dark skin on his bare chest stood out, creating the illusion of a space completely devoid of existence. He had come to the keep to determine whether the humes were truly worthy of freedom, surely. The elf on the left of the Darcsen seemed to be a lowly guard, charged with escorting guests. The one on the right Ysloda recognized as Isadriel, the high keeper of the prison. She snarled. It was he who had imprisoned her. Glancing from the blank facial expression of the elves, Ysloda turned her self to face he empty "face" of the Darcsen. Although she could see no eyes on his face, Ysloda could feel a piercing gaze that sent shivers down her spine. Having never heard a Darcsen speak, she was curious to hear the hollow voice of the creature, as they were rumored to be able to drain the mass around them with every breath. "What judgement is there to be passed on prisoners of war, Ancient one?" Ysloda spoke, rather in vain. The enchantments prevented her voice from reaching the Darcsen.

It was only after the creature had begun its speech that a distant bell was heard - no doubt signifying an ensuing threat.

Edited by Dion, 02 December 2011 - 06:58 PM.

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Posted 02 December 2011 - 07:06 PM

Eliot stood before the human, eyes shut, not sure what to think. How could he, a mere fledgling to his race, be trusted with this decision. He rubbed his forehead and grumbled, the lines on his coat flashing red for an instant in his anger. His brilliant white orb-like eyes flickered open, stuck gazing at the human mage. He twisted his head fluidly and looked to the other across the way. He wasn't even sure what they had done to earn this prison cell. He loosed a low humming sound as he thought. His mind raced in all directions, struggling to remember.

He wheeled about on one heel and asked one of the elves, the one not named Isadriel, "What're they even in for, again?" His voice floated softly, effortlessly through space. It would induce a soothing feeling in any who heard it. He was still unsure why these silly Humes and Elves relied on his Darcsen brethren to solve their legal disputes. Weren't their law structures well enough defined that they could settle matters on their own? Were their judges too biased? That would be a good reason. He nodded to himself for the reasoning. He had been lost in thought and entirely missed the elf's response. His eyes flicked back and forth and he nodded, "Oh- er- right."

He cleared his throat and then turned around to face the woman in the cell. With no information available to him, he was unsure what her fate should be. She seemed battle-hardened, magical. He could almost feel the magical energy flowing off of her. Or was that the elf magic hanging thick in the air? He looked off into the distance a time as he contemplated. The elf magic would leave heavy traces, but people with magic in them were easily distinguishable from the others.

Oh, right, he was supposed to be negotiating terms or something. He wondered if the elf spell in the air would prevent his words being heard by the woman in the cell. He waved his hand through the air swiftly, muttering some words under his breath. If the elves behind him were astute, they would realize he had just broken down the enchantment they had cast around these cell doors. He looked to the woman and then to the man. He placed a finger on his chin and thought for a moment.

Negotiations... Negotiations...

He nodded. It was brilliant. It was simple. It would get him out of this dilemma without even needing to know why they were inprisoned.

He addressed them both, "Are you sorry for what you did?" He smiled at his own brilliance, though they would likely not notice any visible difference in the thick black mass that was his skin.


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Posted 03 December 2011 - 12:25 AM

The prison was silent this morning, as with all mornings. In the five months since Isadriel had been assigned high keeper of the jail. It was a title he took begrudgingly, having been shoved aside for his persistent resistance of the war against the humes that has been raging for far too long. Out of sight, out of mind. Isadriel was a good solider. So they would tell him. He would follow the orders to the letter, no matter his personal feelings about the situation. That was the elvish way and the only way he knew. Centuries of isolation had been shattered in mere moments by the marauders.

How far the mighty elves had fallen to require the assistance of the noble Darcsens to settle trivial matters. The faith of the Council in Isadriel's alignment still wavered, even after months without incident. He stood at the door to the occupied cells and nodded politely as the Darcsen with the peculiar name was introduced to him.

"I am Isadriel. High keeper of this ward. I trust you are here for the negotiations. Come, let us be swift and put this matter to rest so that no more of our time be wasted."
he turned on his heels and pulled open the door for the man named Eliot.

They approached the cells, and Isadriel beheld the two imprisoned with a stoic expression, similar to the one he wore at all times. When questioned by Eliot of their charges, Isadriel merely replied that they were captured as prisoners of war. It was strictly by the book, he would explain. The Darcsen appeared to have not been listening. It was of no matter to Isadriel. Even Eliot's question of asking their remorse did little but cause an eyebrow to quiver.

Bells chimed loudly in the distance, and Isadriel knew of what they were for. He bows gently to the Darcsen named Eliot.

"I apologize for my rudeness, Eliot Weiss, but there are pressing matters of which to attend."
he spoke in his soft, velvet smooth voice.

He looked to his brethren and nodded, "See to it that the ruling is carried out as per regulations to the letter."

With that, Isadriel turned on his heels and walks briskly out of the jail. The pearly carved wooden walkway leading from the jails stretched before him. The open air of the forested area invigorated the gentle elf. His ears perked up, and his attention for a moment was taken by the shaking leaves of the tree in which they currently resided. He placed a palm to the wall to his right. Something was amiss.

Isadriel strode briskly to the watch tower, bursting the door open.

"Why have the silver bells be rung? What ill is carried upon the winds this day? I have felt the uneasiness surrounding this place."
he asked the watchman.


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Posted 03 December 2011 - 01:17 AM

Shivering, "Dragon! A dragon's been spotted, sir!" the sentry that had been responsible for ringing the silver bells bellowed as Isadriel burst through the door. Halting to take a breath, he chimed the bells again. The energy resonating from the bells could be felt reverberating in the hollowed village, no doubt reaching the farthest ends of the forest.

The morning air in the forests were usually cool, but the sentry couldn't help but feel as if there was something unusual about the chilliness that accompanied the heavy fog. Ill at ease, the sentry rung the bell a third time, but to his dismay. The ramifications this time were around were no where near as prominent as the first ring. Slowly, the bell's sound faded away, as if the enchantment had worn away. The frame of the bell began to quiver as the bell lost movement and eventually froze in place at the top of its swing. The sentry watched in horror as it shattered into a thousand pieces seconds later. Not far from site, a bat like creature circled over the village.


Ysloda blinked a few times. The soothing effect that the Darcsen's voice had on her was completely the opposite of what she expected. "Are you mocking me, Darcsen?" She muttered, hardly louder than a whisper. "Perhaps you are not as wise as we would have thought. Or perhaps your wits are fail-" She couldn't finish her sentence. The loud sound of the bells resonated through the thick walls of the prison. Ysloda knew that each elven territory had a set of enchanted bells that could only be heard in the respective village. The sound the bells emitted had the unusual property to be able to pass through even the densest of materials. "What's going on out there? Has a faction of the hume army found the elven stronghold?" Ysloda was alert. Something was definitely amiss. The high keeper had left, storming out of the room. It was obvious that the bells were not rung on casual occasions. "Look," She looked towards the second elf that had accompanied the Darcser, in an attempt to fast talk and gain her freedom "You know as well as I do that if the humes find this stronghold, you're as good as dead. Set me loose and I'll convince them to tur-"

For a few seconds, Ysloda's vision went blurry. For a brief second, she could hear a terrible screeching. The deafening noise hung in her ears and eventually caused her senses to feel numb. It was not long afterwards that screaming could be heard outside, followed the sound of breaking stone. It didn't take long for her to realize that the wall of the cell across from her had been broken down. Just outside from the large crack that now lay in the wall, she could see a large, blue eye, set in scales a brilliant, shining black. The eye squinted once and removed its glance from the room. It wasn't long before the creature whose eye it was let out another deafening shriek. With it, ice accumulated over the roof of the prison building. "YOU IDIOT. LET US OUT." Ysloda shouted at the top of her lungs. She however, failed to notice that the Elven guard stood paralyzed by the shriek of the dragon. Her hopes rested in the Darcsen.

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Posted 03 December 2011 - 10:15 AM

Eliot scrunched up his face as the woman begged to be set free. Humes finding an Elf stronghold would mean the death of the elves within? What was she smoking? Despite being a youngling among his own people, even Eliot knew this war was horribly lopsided. The Humes stood no chance at defeating the Elves. A single Elf could wipe clean a hundred men while hardly breaking a sweat. The particular Elf who ran away could likely mow down several hundred.

He waggled a finger in front of her cage and said, "I'm pretty sure the Elves here could fend off any Hume attack." The wall shattered in the other Hume's cell and Eliot grumbled. He wheeled about, too late to spot the eye. He said, "Hey! You haven't apologized yet! What do you think you're doing!" He ran to the bars and rapped his knuckles on them twice. The man within would feel a as if his limbs were bound with thick blocks of lead. The woman demanded freedom as a shriek cried out overhead.

He wheeled to her next and spat, "Oh, so I'm just supposed to believe you? You cannot even express remorse for your crimes and you expect me to release you? Bah." He dismissed her with a wave of his hand and strode from the room. He wondered if he had been a bit harsh on them. The man seemed nice enough, so Eliot felt a little bad at binding him. That woman with the annoying tongue, though, she would learn not to place demands on her captors. He spoke to the elf as he left, "The nerve of that woman, eh?"

He noticed then that the elf was not there with him. He turned back and saw him frozen in place. He blinked and stared at the elf for a time, wondering if that Hume could possibly be strong enough to bind an Elf. He shook his head quickly. The Elf had far too many wards set up for a mere Hume to break through in that short of a time.

The bells, the one Elf racing off at their sound, that shriek. His eyes widened as he shouted, "Get back!" and bounded back down the hall to their cells, flipping open his tome as he ran. He quickly dispelled the enchantment he had placed on the man. He then thumbed to a certain page and read a line from his book at a rapid, practiced pace. The bars on both cells would melt and cool, allowing them both safe passage out to the hall. Eliot may be in charge of freeing them from the prison, but he was not in charge of their lives. He would turn and run back down the hall, dragging the paralyzed Elf with him as he shouted, "We gotta move!"

A dragon? Here? He panicked. He had never met a dragon face-to-face before. No dragons were foolish enough to attack a full Darcsen village. Why did they have to send him? Why hadn't they sent someone, anyone else with more experience? Eliot drew quick, rasping breaths. He stowed his tome safely within his cloak and drew his hand-and-a-half sword, swallowing hard. This was turning out to be a horribly troublesome excursion.

Edited by Rumbleroar, 03 December 2011 - 10:20 AM.


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Posted 03 December 2011 - 02:59 PM

"How the bloody hell did you manage to get yourself locked up in here?" Alcdur said to himself as he sat up against the wall in his prison cell. One minute he was wondering through the woods of Ismariel, the next he's thrown in jail by those damn Elves. Alcdur looked across the room and saw a woman in another cell. She quickly glanced away from him before he could look her in the face. Moments later, he heard the front door slam open. From the outside entered a Darcsen, accompanied by the high keeper of the prison. The same high keeper that locked him in here.

His face bore a look of annoyance, but also a look of curiosity. This was his first time seeing a Darcsen in person. He had always heard rumors of what the rather-secluded race looked like, but this one looked brilliant. The Darcsen's eyes were perhaps his most outstanding feature. But Alcdur knew the Darcsen was not here just for his viewing pleasure. The creature was here to judge Alcdur and the woman in the cell across from him.


"Are you sorry for what you did?" said the Darcsen say to him and the woman.

Alcdur contemplated that question for a moment, since he still was unsure on just HOW he ended up in this prison. However, he couldn't finish his thought. The silver bells began to resonate throughout the prison. He then saw the high keeper leave out the front door in a hurry. What was going on? Was this a drill? Or had the Humes actually found this place, just as the woman mentioned? Alcdur then started to hear screams coming from the outside. Then, suddenly, the wall in his cell came crashing down. The remaining rubble fell on top of him, binding him to the floor. He screamed in pain, and then shouted out, "Hey! I could use some assistance here!"

He tried to lift the rubble off of him, but it was to no avail. Would someone save him? Or leave him to die as the place came crumbling down?


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Holy crap! I just looked out my window and saw a huge ball of fire in the sky!!!


Oh wait.....

 

[Today 09:55 PM] *Ralor cries*
[Today 09:55 PM] Ralor: ;-; I am an abomination to evolution
[Today 03:03 PM] Dion: i was addicted to the point where i couldnt function without some coke in my system
[Today 03:03 PM] Dion: i used to be addicted coke

It's okay, Dion...it's okay.


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Posted 03 December 2011 - 06:50 PM

Isadriel watched as the ancient silver bells shattered to nothingness. His brow furrowed, unsure of what exactly such an omen may entail.

"Ready the men at once. We're under siege."
Isadriel commanded shortly, he turned once more and returned towards the cells, looking for Eliot Weiss. He swore that no harm would come to the people within the jail while he was the High Keeper.

He spotted the young Darcsen carrying his fellow elf. Isadriel rushed to his side and took the elven burden from the man's shoulder.

"We must find shelter for you. I shall deal with the intruder myself."
The elf promised with a simple nod of his head.

"What of the prisoners? Are they safe?"
Isadriel asked him quickly, his keen eyes spotting the flapping of wings beyond the tree.

He pressed his palm to the trunk of the great tree and his eyes shimmered a brilliant white. In an instant he saw the dragon from all sides. He felt the chill of the ice growing near the prison cell and exhaled a chilly breath.

He looked to the Elven guard and nodded, "Summon the archers and position them on the ramparts at once. Bring the lizard to the ground. I shall finish it there."

He asked Eliot to please accompany them and went off. He slipped down a spiral staircase until he crossed under a beautifully carved archway that lead to the loamy ground of the forest floor. He drew the yew bow from his back and looked up at the dragon.

Without another word he strung and arrow and with his impeccable aim, let it fly towards the beast's underbelly.


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Posted 03 December 2011 - 07:17 PM

Making her way out of the prison after exchanging a quick thanks with the Darcsen, Ysloda found her way to the storage facility within the keep. Making haste, she gathered her equipment and strung her cloak around her neck. Making her way back to where she had left the Darcsen, she found Isadriel attempting to shoo him away. Irked, she spoke. "Help us. Help us slay the dragon." This time, turning to the keeper, she spoke "We may not be on the best of terms, but putting our differences aside for this fight is our only hope. My thu'um is yours to command." Nodding, she accompanied the Elf to battle the dragon as the elven sentries drew arrows in an attempt to bring the giant lizard down to the ground.

Isadriel's arrow flew straight, hardly piercing the vulnerable underbelly of the massive dragon. Other arrows aimed at the dragon deflected straight off the hard hide that protected the dragon. Sensing danger, the dragon let out another piercing shriek, emitting a frosty breath as it aimed towards a group of soldiers. The arrows the soldiers had just fired froze in midair, dropping and shattering on the ground. Attempts to dodge the icy ray failed, as two elves were frozen completely from the torso up. The soldiers stood as icy statues, their eyes frozen in fear.

As if knowing the source of the arrow that stuck in its belly, the dragon turned sharply in midair, aiming its icy breath towards where Ysloda and Isadriel stood. It opened its mouth wide, shooting another stream of icy breath, this time aimed at the two. After its assualt, it would dive towards the ground, perching at the top of the now destroyed bell tower.


"Watch out!" Ysloda screamed as the dragon's breath reached towards them. Whipping her arm, she let out the incantation "Koogan Do Drem Faad Fah Fahdon!" The two of them would feel a soothing air about them as a veil of light protected them from the icy breath. "We've got to get him closer to us! I'm too far away to cast any spells on him." Ysloda frowned as the dragon let out another shriek, this time without its icy attack. "Tell your sentries to aim for wings. It'll continue to destroy the village and we won't be able to counterattack effectively at this rate. If we can ground him, we'll win. " Ysloda called out to Isadriel. How exactly they were going to pull this off, she did not know. But it was their only chance.

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Posted 03 December 2011 - 10:57 PM

The woman hardly thanked him for freeing him. Somehow she knew exactly where the elves had stashed her equipment. Had she been here before? Eliot scratched his head in contemplation. He wasn't sure Humes could even find this place. The high keeper came rushing down to take the other elf and inquire about the prisoners. Eliot began to say they were fine, when he realized the second hadn't come.

He had no time to respond as the elf barreled past and told him to get himself out. The imprisoned girl from earlier told him to stay and fight. He didn't really care to do either. Running was futile with that dragon out there and fighting was for warriors, which he surely was not. He would take to hiding, like the coward he was. He nodded in affirmation of this fact.

When the others left, Eliot stumbled back down the stairs to the cells to find out what was up with the other prisoner. To his shock, the man was trapped under rubble. With a swift wave of his hand and a simple, practiced incantation, the rocks flew free from the man. Eliot helped him to his feet and half-dragged, half-led him out through the hole in the wall. He propped the man against the side and said, "We should hide here. Let the warriors handle the fighting." He nibbled on his finger, twirling the hilt of his blade in his hand.

He could help, but what good would that do? He would likely only get in the way of the more able fighters. He leaned against the building, beside the now-free prisoner and kept on the lookout for the beast. Hopefully, they could hide here. He quickly ran through several words in his mind, trying to chance upon something, anything he had learned in his studies that could defend him and a likely injured human from a dragon attack. Nothing came to mind. He heard shouting from above and crouched down, clutching his knees to his chest. The smaller he made himself, the easier it would be to hide.

"Please don't let him find me... Please don't let him find me..." he chanted, under his breath, eyes shut, closing off all of his senses from the world around him.


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Posted 04 December 2011 - 09:50 PM

Isadriel glanced over to the prisoner who had the gall to stand beside him on the battlefield. The dragon perched itself atop the belltower of the prison. Isadriel coolly turned to the Hume.

"You have your granted freedom from this place. If you linger once this beast is slain, I'll see you back behind bars. I need no aid in how to direct my men or in the realm of combat. I've been performing both of these acts before you were but a glimmer in your father's eye."


Isadriel held up his hand high in the air. The elven archers who remained strung their bows in unison. He clenched his fist as a volley of arrow were shot towards the dragon's wings. Isadriel himself notched another arrow and took aim at the dragon's eye.

"If you insist on seeing this place saved, you will place yourself under my command. Go to the ramparts and defend my men from the demon's strikes. The higher ground may better suit your spells. Once it is grounded, return here if you see fit."


Isadriel loosed another arrow aimed for the cerulean eye of the dragon. Its intention to annoy rather than injure, as the dragon would likely not allow such a strike to injure it. If Isadriel could gain the beast's attention, it would relieve the pressure from his men.


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Posted 03 February 2012 - 10:21 PM

Eliot took a deep breath and looked to the hume beside him. He shouted, "Stay down, don't get got!" He then jumped to his feet and scrambled his way up the building, sheathing his sword as he went. The dragon was big and scary, but what would he do if it bested the tough guys who fought it now?

Alone, he stood no chance against something so large, especially since it could fly. He arrived alongside the tall elf man who seemed to be in charge, Isadriel, he remembered. He said, "I'm here to help!" The trim on his clothing, along with his eyes would glow orange for a time as he threw both hands out ahead of him. In midair before him, a solid stone would appear and launch itself toward the dragon's maw. A solid smack would be quite the blow. Should the dragon's attention turn to him, he would mumble a quick incantation and the orange would fade to a crimson shade as his whole body would begin to radiate heat. A red glow encompassed his form as the heat would deflect the freezing breath of the dragon.



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Posted 03 February 2012 - 10:27 PM

Isadriel cracked a grin as the short Darcsen made his way to the battlefield.

"Ah, our guest arrives. It feels like it's been over a month since last we met!"


He watched as the Darcsen showed off some pretty impressive magicks, which made him see the man in a new light.

"By the Fey, continue that and we'll send this beast back to the hell from which it has reared its ugly maw!"


Isadriel strung a pair of arrows and took aim at the dragon. With its attention likely refocused on them on the ground, he loosed them towards the beast's eyes, looking to cripple it with his expert aim.


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Posted 03 February 2012 - 10:51 PM

Isadriel's arrows would home in on the dragon, having little effect other than to be broken into pieces by a snapping dragon's jaw. Seemingly agitated, the dragon shot another breath of frost into the air, causing rather large icicles to rain down from the skies. However, to its dismay, Eliot's stone would land a clean hit on the creature's leg, causing it to cringe and nearly topple from the top of the bell tower. Looking down at Eliot with revived anger as he made his way to the battle field, the Dragon let out another shrill cry, sending a fresh air of icy breath towards the Eliot and Isadriel. Icicles as sharp and long as shortswords would come hurling down at them. If connected, the blows would cause substantial injury. With this and another shriek, the dragon once again took flight, circling over the village.

"Aye. I will do as I can." Ysloda said as she heeded the commands of the Elf. As she ran, the dragon sent a number of icicles raining down towards them, which she quickly countered with a ward incantation. Making her way to the ramparts and getting closer to the bell tower, she prepared her fire incantation, taking careful aim of the dragon. Before she was able to cast her spell, however, a solid rock went hurling towards the dragon. Seeing the opening, she attacked the legs of the creature, successfully knocking it off the bell tower. Much to the group's dismay, however, the creature took off and flew in circles over the village. Looking over at the soldiers that had been positioned at the ramparts, she cried "Aim for the wings! Bring it down!" With that, she would take aim of a wing and send a blast of fire aimed directly at it.

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Posted 03 February 2012 - 11:07 PM

Eliot waved a hand over his head, sending a trail of flame which melted the icicles as they fell down over him. With his flame spirit up, the ice breath washed over him like a chilly spring breeze. The dragon took to the air and Eliot flinched slightly. The thing was still large enough to gobble him in a single bite.

Against his better judgment, Eliot turned about to face the dragon (or would run after it, if it fled?) and made repeated punching motions with both his arms, one after the other, firing fireball after fireball toward the beast's wings.


Edited by Rumbleroar, 03 February 2012 - 11:11 PM.