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Post by Arlyn on Oct 5, 2017 7:21:26 GMT
Plant Hunt The notice of the creature had begun to be taken. This elusive monstrosity, otherwise just known as the "plant," was but a mere rumor among the lands of Dryhtwood Forest. Elves, seemingly vanishing or acting strangely, though no one dared try to find whatever was doing it, as the only ones had done so also had gone missing. But now, it had begun to spread to other lands as well, being heard being sighted from the Dangerous Reaches all the way to the lands of Mir. Other races had been affected by it as well, however not in as great many numbers. The numbers that seemed to be increasing...
The kingdoms had not taken action until now. Aelfmenn had sent out a small battalion of soldiers to destroy the creature, upon which they had nearly defeated it before it fled. As the elven soldiers thought that it was going to die on its own, little did they know it would come back even more powerful...
It wasn't until the Elf Commander had gone missing. Some had suspected that he went missing due to other reasons, but a rare sight was found. It had to try and take control of the man, holding him hostage apparently in the midst of the forest. Trying to infect him, the Commander had taken his own life as to not turn against his own kind. Perhaps, it was due to the fatal mistake that they had made. For not making sure it was defeated earlier. It had already fled the scene when the Commander's body was found, however now there are traces of where it had gone to. Traces, to a path that now would lead to a quest full of vengeance, survival, and justice.
Aelfmenn had spread word about the danger. The danger that was now evident and they cannot ignore it. Especially what happened with the Elf Commander. Seeking to destroy the beast, the kingdom of the elves had called for all help needed. Fliers, heralds, messengers, they were all sent and spread across the lands so that there would be word to send aid. But in the wake of the destruction of the Royal Emberi Ball not many had heeded their call. Yet, they still seek to rid of the threat that only plagues the elves but will spread to the other lands too if not stopped, and some parts of it already had. The elves had even resorted to offering a high sum to mercenaries, bounty hunters, assassins, anyone that would be willing to aid them in this dangerous quest. And so, the plant hunt had began...
The elves had decided that this would be the place of meeting. To discuss the plan of action, and to head out at sunrise once everyone was gathered. The smoke from the campfire soared high into the starry sky of the night, an indicator of where to meet but those with an invitation knew already. The traces that were found and detected lead to the ancient ruins of an old temple dedicated to the Goddess of Nature. Though the place is old and abandoned, where it would not be very safe to traverse, especially if the plant was lurking there. There would need to be a plan of action before the group would be able to proceed. Though, the elven army was unaccustomed to knowing the tactics of those they sent for, and this was a way of totaling the count of all who would arrive. Around the campfire, all soldiers were called and were already present the day before to prepare. The one in charge of the mission, was the one the soldiers would deem the new commander. However he had yet to claim that title. Standing before a map alongside papers full of plans and battle tactics, the commander would raise his head every once in a while to see who had all gathered there aside from the elven soldiers. Despite his leadership, he was a quiet man. He spoke not a word as he allowed room for introductions and discussions between those that had joined them that night. He would continue to be silent until he deemed it was time to discuss the plans, waiting for all to arrive.
(So, it is nighttime and there is a campfire, some tents and boards around the fire for the elf soldiers. Anyone can join and feel free to have the characters chat and begin to discuss plans. The commander will be a NPC for the time being and will be posted later to formulate an official plan and lead everyone to the ruins the next morning. Tagging: Rook Thriasi , shaecayrn , Obelisk , @odomragnarson , Uzochi Onwumere , Gertrude , but anyone else is welcome to join at any time!)
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Post by Obelisk on Oct 5, 2017 14:54:04 GMT
He has been in the mountains, speaking to werebeasts and flying by night to enjoy the use of his true body. He has not been reckless- he has taken care to fly high and in darkness, and to seek the sky above the clouds whenever they are present. If there are rumors of dragons in the Naihan Mountains in the future well... so be it. With luck it will not matter soon because they will take a stand against the violence so often leveled against them. Even for this he does not change until the last moment, circling high above the tiny spot of light that is the campfire before he banks away to find a hidden place to land. He changes as he descends until he hits the ground with a few running steps as a man in a clearing a mile or so away. His pack thumps to the ground near him and he finds in it his clothes and armor. In the loops beneath it hang the pole ax he prefers as a weapon in this shape without claws.
The walk is easy for him, though he missed the song of the earth under his feet. The forest too is quiet. Too quite perhaps, but it is not his home so he cannot say. The leaf litter sags but does not crackle beneath his feet, wet. The smell of rain soaked earth reaches his nose though the rain is at least a day past. It is, in all, a nice walk. He doesn't consider his appearance as he reaches the camp, feet bare and dirty and long hair loose around his shoulders. The firelight catches it in queer shadows, as though the firelight reaches it only through a veil of leaves making dappled patterns. He looks for Orin first, a slight smile playing on his lips. It is to Orin he promised help, and it is Orin who owes him a boon.
Failing to see him immediately, he simply joins the soldiers with a nod and no real explanation except that he agreed to help them in this. No one seems interested in asking much more as the quite man finds himself a place on the outskirts of the group, elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped in front of him, relaxed.
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Post by Luiniel Ashwin on Oct 5, 2017 18:54:55 GMT
This had truly become a nightmare. The creature was suppose to be a story, not a real threat. How had they let it come to this? That they were so desperate to catch the thing they called on outside hunters. The Queen shuddered to think what the other kingdoms might think of such an act. She stood with the new commander as he poured over the plans for this hunt, despite his insistence she not be here. She stood among the soldiers today not dressed like a queen but as one of them. Leather armors clung to her form and the only visible difference between her and them was the cloak. Her forest green cloak was lined in silver silks and bore the royal crest upon it. If one was entering the camp it would be easy enough to locate her; even easier to recognize the crest. Her eyes poured over the maps and plans. She could scarce believe that any of this was happening. Absent minded fidgeting was a must- she twirled a knife in her hands. It was clear that the commander had gone over these for many nights. She could see no flaw in his tactics but they were also facing something unknown. Luiniel was prepared for the worst to happen but she hoped for the opposite. Many of them would not be coming home from this. As the first outsider wandered in, she looked up from her brooding. Luiniel mustered a small smile as she took in the strangers appearance; she did not know this one in any way. " Please make yourself as comfortable as one can in such an event." she said. While a military camp, they were not far enough from Aelfmann that they did not have plenty of supplies.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2017 20:55:35 GMT
Odom rode up riding on the back of his pale horse to a group huddled around some maps. When the call went out to come to help fight a great foe he didn't hesitate to come. Whatever it was that was killing the plants had spread even further into Mir and he wanted to find out how to stop it before it killed everything. Being a hunter he knew the animals were dependent on plant life to sustain their lives thus sustaining their own. Uncertain of who these individuals were wasn't important if they had the same goal. To discover the reason behind the death if the plant life and thus save each other. Still, he was hesitant to dismount among these strangers until the woman spoke to him. "Please make yourself as comfortable as one can in such an event."With a small grin on his face he dismounted and, after tying his horse to a hitching post and moved over to the group. "Thank you, Milady," he as he approached them, his sword with the amber pommel in its back saber glistened in the dappled light. He was uncertain of who the woman was but she must have been someone of great rank for the others to allow her to speak first. "I am honored to heed your call for help. My name is Odom Ragnarson, the son of Ragnar, of the Realm of Mir at your service," he bow at the waist in the lady's presence. tag: --- notes: --- ♥ ♥
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Post by Oceane on Oct 6, 2017 2:16:11 GMT
As a pirate, Oceane had gone here ironically. Perhaps it was a bit more than the amount of gold that had been offered, even though it was placed at a high price. This was a gathering place for mercenaries, assassins, and the like, however she knew that this would also attract thieves, beggars, and robbers who saw this a good chance to snatch up some coin. She had come here unnaturally, stepping into the dirt path as she walked, not feeling quite as balanced as she liked due to the endless bobbing of the sea. The Hollow Heart had made port not too far from there, just at the edge of Dryhtwood Forest at a nearby elven port. She had gotten permission from the captain, who seemed to agree for the amount of gold that was offered. However, she had a different intention in mind, not just the gold. Of course, as Oceane always was, she was searching for the previous captain. Who knew what had happened to him or where he had gone, but she knew that this event would be likely to attract someone like the man, and that she may be able to find him here. The current captain probably also assumed this, so that may be another reason why he let her go one would suppose. However, she was just grateful for the opportunity. She didn't know what they'd do when she was away, perhaps they would plunder some elf villages while she kept an eye on what the soldiers were doing with this plant hunt, who knew. But none seemed to wish to assist her in her quest, not even her friend Lorne. But she was grateful enough just to have this opportunity alone, for which she had gone, mostly unbothered by the fact.
She had made her way down the hill through the trees, the smell of the fire growing near. Dressed in a usual sailor's attire, she did not stand out amongst the elf soldiers that had made their camp around the place. As she came closer she would hear the amount of talking, conversations taking place among the many that were there. Her blue eyes scanned the place as she walked, closer to the fire of flickering flames. Most had the look of unease, maybe it was because their commander had been killed by whatever danger was present. The word had gone out even to the pirates, it was something that the elves did not wish to hide they presumed. Even after what she had heard happened at the ball, the elves were more concerned with their internal threat than the political strife among the humans, werebeasts, and mages. But that was a good thing, as she'd much rather deal with this than the rising tensions of the angry. Though as she walked through the busy crowd, her eyes seemed to search for the previous captain. So far no sign of him. She had come here to pretend to offer some sort of other aid rather than combat, something like cleaning or healing or something menial. Elves tended to live for a long time, so she would not want herself to be discovered as the Dark Wave among any of them, if they were even alive back then.
Making her way out of the crowd, she did not wish to draw too much attention to herself and inspect at a distance. Maybe the previous captain didn't wish to be found by the crew, however she wasn't going to let that happen. Though she also preferred to try to not interfere with the elves' plan or whatever they wanted to do, so she would patiently wait and followed. Now as time had gone by she hoped that she would get paid, for the previous captain had not shown up so there had to be some compensation. Though maybe the previous captain would eventually show, so she would continue to keep a look out for him. Walking along the outskirts of the now growing crowd she had spotted someone that appeared to be not an elf soldier. Barefoot and messy dark hair down to his shoulders, he looked much like a beggar. Though maybe he was a thief or a mercenary sort, though not a professional type. He seemed to be the one that would be in this just for the money alone, not for any sort of justice but who knew. Though, she probably belonged with people like that. Making her way near him, she settled down on a nearby log, turning her head to him as blonde locks fell over her shoulder.
"You're not elf," she commented. Though it was pretty evident that he wasn't. Her gaze then averted back straight forward. "What brings you to this hunt?" She was genuinely curious. It was evident that she wasn't an elf either. She was in it for the coin, and to perhaps find the previous captain. Though the likelihood of that happening was pretty low at this point. She thought that the plant must have been more of a danger than they previously thought. Though, if worst came to worst she might have to put her combat knowledge to use. However, for now and for the rest of the time to come she would act as an innocent cleaner, hoping that that would suffice. Hopefully she will still get paid at least.
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 6, 2017 10:26:09 GMT
Eerie like the last breath of a dying soldier, the whispers of the forest were drowned in silence. For hours Niera and her company had wandered through lifeless forest, what had once lived had left in hopeless abandon to what she could only assume was an ancient predator that struck fear into one of the more powerful of the earth's denizens. A foreboding darkness loomed beneath the canopy of the trees, inviting them to clutches of the death that awaited them, but unlike many whose natural anxiety would incite paranoia, Niera and her small company of soldiers remained calm in spite of the difficulty of the challenge ahead. Provisioned for practicality, the small group of immortal soldiers weaved their horses carefully around the thick undergrowth of foliage that spread across the ground. Weaving and winding around the roots it was a day or so until they finally managed to track down the encampment. Mounted upon her lightly armoured steed and adorned in suit of plate, the immortal lieutenant made her approach to the elven general "Lieutenant Venrali of the Immortal Army. We have come to honour our alliance once again," she announced the gentle words as she dismounted and her skirmishing squadron lined up behind her. Her astute ocean tinted eyes studied the company that had presented themselves. Many had made it before her. Among them, a woman with blonde hair and greyish blues eyes addressed another for the reasoning of his presence, while others watched and waited for the tactician to explain his commands. Unusual to her own eyes to see the discomfort of other units in comparison to the constant calm of her own, she watched the commander's men with piqued interest and wondered if soon enough, that her own calm would infect them too. Niera turned to her men, the others were not of her concern for now. "Prepare and rest yourselves for now, I will join you shortly. At ease," the Lieutenant dismissed her men with a salute that was proudly returned. One of her men, Vraxus kindly lead her own steed toward one of the hatching posts and she watched as they split off to guide their mounts toward a small clearing near the roots of a nearby tree, with their commander's confidence in their step. In moments like these when she was alone in the company of soldiers who had not yet worked alongside her, the Lieutenant became guarded. While it was in her interests to save the lives of the many, the vitality of her men too lingered on her mind. Niera stepped up to the table knowing it was unlikely the warning of the participation of this battle had reached the elves. In times like these, the warrior became aware of the loud clunk of her armour scraping against itself with every footfall and the tight band grasping the bundle of her long blonde flowing hair tied back from her face. "Our Commander apologises that he could not make it, his attention has been urgently needed elsewhere. He has sent me in his stead. Should you need our assistance we are a skirmishing unit of myself, six shields, eight archers, four swordsman and two medics." The warrior's gaze flickered over a woman beautifully garbed in elegant armour with the royal crest attached to her clothing and recognised the woman as royalty. She had not expected the elven commander to allow the queen here and immediately Niera bowed "Forgive me for my conduct and lack warning your highness, it has been a long few weeks."
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Post by Luiniel Ashwin on Oct 6, 2017 18:32:46 GMT
The first two to arrive, she noted, brought only themselves. Were they mercenaries perhaps? Concerned travelers who were simply passing through when they heard about the call to arms maybe. She let the question linger as one settled in but made no move to announce himself or speak to anyone. While curious, she found that she did not have time to engage him as another approached who did make himself known. Her eyes took in the sight of the man dismounting his horse, lingering for a moment on the glimmering sword pommel. Luiniel had an appreciation for well made weaponry, especially when it was well maintained. Eventually she returned her gaze to him and she smiled. " Welcome, Odom Ragnarson. I am Luiniel, Queen of the Aelfmann Kingdom and her people." she said as her expression then became thoughtful. " The name Ragnar seems familiar to me but I cannot place why." she said. Patrols told of humans who hunted their lands but she allowed such a thing to happen unchecked. " We are thankful to have so many who would come to our aid in such a time." she replied. As she prepared to explain further what was going on here another approached. The Immortals had come to lend a hand destroying the creature. This she found surprising as it was most likely less of a threat to them than it was the elves. She could not remember having a strong relationship with them in the past but the fact that they were here now meant a lot. " To be honest I was not expecting such a response at all. It is a welcome sight that does much to put me at ease." she said. The number of soldiers was rising quicker than she had anticipated. Hope swelled within her breast, they would make it through this and the realm would be safe. " You have come a long way to face an unknown foe. Your conduct is the last thing I am worried about Lieutenant." she said with a kind smile. " Your men will find everything they need in this camp to restore themselves while await others. Should any of you have any experience in tracking dangerous beasts, please do feel free to speak your mind on how we should go about seeking it out." she finished. @odomragnarson Niera Venrali
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Post by Obelisk on Oct 6, 2017 18:44:49 GMT
Obe was quite content to remain in relative solitude, though he cast a brief glance at the regal elf woman who had addressed... him perhaps? But then there were other strangers, so he let the matter slide and busied himself with checking the plain pole axe that had served him fairly over the last many years. The wraps were tight, the handle snugle secured to the head and nothing showed untoward signs of damage or wear.
The approach of a woman, another person who was distinctly not elven, gave him pause. His eyes crinkled a little as he smiled a warm welcome- he had no issue with this people and all in all his mood was a fair one even given how dire the elves clearly thought this situation was. If anything, he seemed to have some secret amusement. "No, I'm not." Though it wasn't a question, he answered it anyway. Nor did she make any attempt to guess what he might be- most likely she assumed him a man, as human as he looked. The firelight caught the glint of bronze in the stone colored eyes, as quickly gone as it arrived as he lifted his hands to scrape back his long black hair and begin to put it into a loose braid. Typically the strands did not bother him, but it would be good for them to be out of the way going forward. It was not a particularly good braid, just sufficient to keep his hair out of his face.
"I won a favor in exchange for helping on this hunt." Truth, simple. It made perfect sense to him, if perhaps no one else. He tied off the braid with a bit of twine and let his hands fall back to the shaft of the weapon across his lap. "And what brings you?" He glanced past her to see the Immortals arrive, gaze skimming briefly over the woman who now announced herself as queen. A faint shadow of approval flitted through his eyes as he watched her with greater interest now. It was good for a leader to be at the front.
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Post by Rook Thriasi on Oct 6, 2017 19:59:10 GMT
Rook, of course, was present for the hunting of the creature that had been plaguing their lands. Not only was he an elven soldier and enlisted by association but he also had a more personal vendetta against the beast. He sat up in one of the tall trees not far from the fire. Overlooking the tents and people shuffling around with an almost detachment. He could understand the reasoning for having the other races join them but it didn't make him any happier to see the lot of them clustering like this. His lips twisted into a frown and he tipped back the small jug of wine that he had brought along.
His queen was making quick work of welcoming everyone and keeping spirits up. Some were shuffling about giving their weapons a last minute sharpen or polish. Rook's blade was strapped against his hi but it was his fire that he knew would get the most use. The last couple run-ins with the beast had quickly proved that fire was a weakness it had. One he had every intention of exploiting. He made no move to converse with anyone as it wasn't his reason for being here. He wasn't feeling particularly chatty anyway. Instead, he simply sat in his tree with his long legs hanging down on each side of the branch. His back resting against the rough bark as he tipped his drink into his throat at regular intervals.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2017 20:26:32 GMT
"Welcome, Odom Ragnarson. I am Luiniel, Queen of the Aelfmann Kingdom and her people." she said as her expression then became thoughtful. "The name Ragnar seems familiar to me but I cannot place why.""I am honored to meet you, Queen Luiniel," he replied and when she mentioned that she had heard the name Ragnar somewhere he nodded, in acknowledgement. "Ragnar is my father. He and my brothers are on their way here to help. We are part of a warrior clan with the humans but we also hunt on Elven land on occasion. I am friends with some of your people. Recently I had the privilege of meeting your lore keeper, Ives Beaumont. A fine fellow indeed. But I am happy to help you any way I can. Just let me know what you want done and I will do it." And he meant it. He had been in battle several times in the past and was trained as a warrior by his own warrior father. tag: --- notes: --- ♥ ♥
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Post by shaecayrn on Oct 8, 2017 8:14:08 GMT
Shimmer rode to the designated meeting place with resignation. Orin had called upon her, once again. The woman was starting to wonder whether the man was worth saving. Perhaps he, along with the rest of the elves, deserved the fate that awaited them with the survival of this plant creature. She supposed it was good, at least, that the elves were now trying to get rid of the danger. But they should have started quite a while ago. At this point, she was there as a favor to Orin. Perhaps it would gain her something, from the man, if not from the entire elven race as a whole. Who knew?
Either way, the woman couldn't miss the group that had gathered. They were like a beacon of noise, and the woman entered with her usual flair for drama... The hooves of her mount were loud upon the path, and the woman rode tall upon him, imposing and mysterious in her hooded cloak that hid much of her face. The shimmer of her silver tattoo glowed from underneath her hood. Her mount, a dapple-grey horse, tossed his head, but there was something oddly sinuous about his movements as he moved. His eyes stood out as a brilliant green against his grey fur, and all along his face stood small horns, looking as though they were part of the plate of armor over his face. His tail flicked behind him. At first glance, he looked to be wearing armor. At second, it looked as though the animal had armored scales upon his back and in patches along his entire body. Even more oddly, pointed teeth protruded from his muzzle.
Shadows crawled along underneath her mouth, and the flash of brown and green, mottled together, called attention to it in smooth motion. Two hounds, slender and lithe, followed at the horse's heels. But their necks were too long, and their tails as well. Indeed, the hounds, while canine in appearance at first, looked wholly wrong and strange when studied closer. But they followed her as faithfully as if they were indeed dogs, their narrow, pointed muzzles gleaming with the flash of fangs as they eyed those gathered warily.
Shimmer paused on the outskirts of the group, unsure for a moment. Her eyes sought for Orin and didn't find him quite yet. But she did find Obelisk, a small smile quirking upon her face before she moved on to studying everyone else from beneath her hood. The horse tossed his hood and pawed at the ground restlessly as she did so.
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Post by Gertrude on Oct 8, 2017 19:35:51 GMT
What are the perks of being a dragon? Flight. The traverse from Cendra to the Dryhtwood had been a quick one, marked with Trudy’s mind racing over the possible outcomes to this deadly endeavour. Paramount on her brain was the possibility of someone remembering her transformation from young woman to behemoth dragon at the Grandball Room slaughter. During that night things had already went down shithill by the time she entered the fray, so the chances of anyone remembering her would be scarce, yet not impossible. Either way, the need to stop such a dangerous plant assassin thingy outweighed her being “found out”. In her mind, at least. Plus, her bid to help people that night had not gone well. In fact, she may have unintentionally killed a few innocents herself when the fire, her biggest strength yet biggest weakness, took hold of her wing and she effectively evaporated anything and everything within 30 feet of her. Helping bring this plant monster to justice bring some kind of vindication for her. Or so her thoughts go. The speckle of light from the camp fire caught her glowing green dragon eyes high in the sky, and she made a wide berth of flight, a full one mile away. She found a clearing, swooped in and landed, her explorer’s pack thumping the ground beside her. In a hurry, she scooped it up and put it on, then began huffing it through the thick foliage and ups and downs of the Dryhtwood. She only slowed down when she heard the faint noise of people talking. From there, she eased her movements, being very careful. She didn’t want to barge in on them and be thought of as the enemy or something. Things were already pretty dicey as it was, considering the stuff that happened at the Ballroom massacre - an act blamed on humans, or at least the human King, and Trudy, though a dragon, looked very human. Not a good combo to have if you go bum rushing into armed persons already on high alert and probably nervous as a whore in a church with a twenty silver piece prospect at the door. She made it to the fringes of the assembly, her presence only noticed by a few Elven soldiers and others waaaaaay in the back. She stood there and looked around, finding nobody she recognized from the ball. A sigh of relief escaped her…. Until the shadow mage lady made her grand appearance. She was the one who’d rode Trudy’s back after she morphed into the dragon. Though the shadow mage did no wrong to her on that night, she might have seen her shift. There were many persons around the campfire though, so Trudy stealthily slid behind a few taller gentlemen and kept her distance. She retrieved the help wanted flier from her pack and held it in case anyone asked why she was there.
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Post by Seymour Ostadar on Oct 9, 2017 4:50:02 GMT
Seymour had made his way to this hunt, of course by the suggestion of his mercenary band. The ball had been quite grand, and he had much fun at it. Not long after the opening ceremony he had found himself at the elven guest quarters. Of course he hopped from one bed to another, it was a grandiose time indeed. He had forgotten about his date Ymir until it was too late. Oh well, he thought. She must have found a handsome man... or a pretty woman, to dance with. Either way, hopefully he could hear the details of what happened after this plant hunt was over. Walking toward the fire with a bag slung over his shoulders, dressed in an unusual mercenary attire that made him look rather... professional. Armor that he typically didn't wear. Though that didn't mean he knew how it would be best used of course, it was mostly just to impress the ladies. His other mercenary friends would be found here around the campfire he heard, but he didn't look for them quite yet, already nodding in respects to those that already recognized him as he entered. Wow, he must have been pretty popular then. Well, maybe it was the angry glares he was receiving as well, however he regarded those with a smile, just as if they were saying hello to him as well. Some of the elves he recognized from the ball before, but when he waved to them they didn't seem to recognize him, or perhaps that was because their partner was around. It didn't register to him that something must have happened at the ball, or that the elves were serious about hunting this plant for that matter. He continued through the camp, the beautiful elven queen catching his gaze. Indeed, she was quite the specimen. His eyes focused on her however she seemed to be busy with the people she was talking to at the moment, so perhaps at a later time he could catch her heart.
He then found his way toward the back of the camp, making his way past all the other people that he seemed to have known. He didn't want to go back to mercenary band at the moment, for if they caught sight of him they would want him to keep out of trouble, and that would be no fun. At the very back of the camp, where there was hardly any people, he spotted an elf soldier high up in a tree. With another smile the merfolk himself climbed up the brown trunks, making it all the way up there surprisingly. After heaving himself up onto the same branch with two arms, he sat on it and scooted closer as he brought himself toward the man.
"Fine view from up here, isn't it?" he asked, of course referring to himself but the other wouldn't know that. "You know I think that this hunt might be pretty fun. After all, you have me coming along." He gave a flashing grin of shining bright white teeth, reflecting from the fire below.
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Post by Niera Venrali on Oct 9, 2017 9:00:31 GMT
Bright with a new hope, the Lieutenant returned the warmth of the queen's smile " Thank you your highness." Glad to be a comfort to the elven queen in a dark hour, the Lieutenant was in her element " I have prepared my men and been strict on their provisions. We won't take many of your resources." Another was at her side and presented himself, a man that went by the name Odom Ragarson. Tall, with a well defined jaw and sapphire eyes, she was impressed by the gentleman and how he conducted himself. " It will be an honour to fight with you. Sir Ragnarson," the lieutenant bowed her head in respect of the stranger. In her heart she knew, no matter who the man or woman in this mismatched platoon of men and women were, they would have to get along. Forlorn, her eyes turned to face the brave men and women that had agreed to join this venture, knowing that in a few hours many or a few of them might be dead. There were many, from all walks of life; some louder, others quieter. She did not want to pretend that this would be easy, that her men would make it out without a scratch. Each of them had a story, had a home that they were fighting for, people they all wanted to protect. Some were in it for greed, but even they were risking the security of comfort. With a reserved and gentle expression Niera turned to the queen again " Your men are frightened," the calm crystals of her ocean hues flickered over to the elven commander "I f there is nobody else there is one among my men, Callahan that could join your tracking team. I would prefer he stayed with the unit." Niera put her foot down. A trained tracker, Callahan was the one among her unit that had successfully lead the platoon of immortals through the forest, enabling them to find the camp in the first place. He was valuable and as much as Niera trusted the elven warriors were trained, to trust both mercenaries and a foreign ally so far as to risk one of her men getting lost in the thick woodland wasn't something she was freely willing to do. Luiniel Ashwin @odomragnarson
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Post by Oceane on Oct 10, 2017 7:35:16 GMT
Her eyes studied him with interest as her head tiled curiously, wondering what he had meant. He had come here in exchange for a favor? Well that was rather peculiar, like a bet she assumed. Though that was amusing. Her attention then turned back forward, toward the fire upon which more and more people had seemed to gather around. It seemed like the crowd was growing, more people ever growing so present. She didn't expect this many would attend such an event. Well, the elves were offering coin after all. Though she wasn't sure if she would come here just for a bet. However maybe it was a test for the man's strength, who knew. But her reason was much more simplistic, or at least other than the fact that she was searching fro the previous captain. "Coin," she answered simply. She needed it but also the captain was also expecting some sort of reward. Perhaps if they ventured somewhere the crew should head there and search for treasure. But this was land and not at sea, so she didn't consider the idea much but if she thought it worthy she would tell the captain. Still, the Hollow Heart would need its decks cleaned by another until she returned. But she couldn't come back empty handed, was the deal. Though, she knew that the wooden surfaces of the ship wouldn't be cleaned as well without her help.
She was silent for a while, sitting there patiently however nothing seemed to have happened. Everyone was still gathering around, and her sight caught of what appeared to be the elf queen discussing among two others. The elves must be really devoted on defeating the plant, to send even out their royalty to defeat it. Were this merfolk, there was no way Oceane would tolerate seeing the queen on the frontline. However that was just Oceane's nature. She had a duty once, to protect the royalty. It was one that she so missed. However it was one that she also couldn't go back to. However, that didn't mean that she didn't value it just as equally. She then turned her attention back to the mysterious man, looking at him in wonder. Perhaps with a mixture of amusement. She wanted to ask what race he was, so willing to take a bet to risk one's own life, however she knew that if she did then he would ask the same. So she decided not to. He was probably human anyway.
"What was the favor?" she asked in curiosity.
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