Role Play Forum The Great Elven Division

"Lady?" I ask, then groan "Let me guess, the guy I sent on a wild and uncontrolled ride is a Lord?" I let out a huff of irritation "Great. Rich people and soldiers ticked off at me despite the fact that I just saved all of their hides, just wonderful." I don't take my eyes off the guy in front of me and call out "Hey, Lady Gilrin, can I leave? I really don't want to hurt anyone, but I will if need be."

Gilrin: I chuckle softly as I look over my shoulder, "I'd like it very much if you accompanied us the capital." I say, "You intrigue me. Berendor, will you get her a horse?" I look at the commander of some and look him over once more before dismounting. "If you'd like to talk, I'd prefer we do it away from the restless. I look over at the soldier that we had saved and then back at him, "They have been through another and do not need any further stress?"

Berendir- "Yes my lady." I say and one of the soldiers hands me one of their horses. "This ones name is Alata. She's very gentle and will mind you. Here." I say to the girl. "I apologize for pointing the sword at you. In these strange parts, I don't know who to trust." I say. I see the girl starting to protest to coming along. "My lady will not stop at you until you decide to accompany her. So I would just go." I say smiling and handing her Alata's reigns.

Gilrin: When I get no response from the general I nod and mount Voronwer once more. Guiding him I nod to father, Berendor, and our new company before heading off in the direction of the capital city.

I don't get on the horse. "Gentle? Hah! Even if I was going to come, I wouldn't ride a sweet, gentle horse." I rub her nose "no offense to you, I bet you're pleasant to ride." then turn to the guy again "I don't do sweet and gentle. Rough, stubborn, and wild, that's my kind of horse." I inform him with a smirk. "I'm not some girl who wears skirts and worries whether or not her hair's messed up or if she might break a nail." I trot her up to one of the guys near the front of the line. "Here." I say, then shove the reins into some guys hands "I won't need her." I run at an easy pace, catching up with Lady Gilrin "Who said I agreed to come?" I ask "Just because you find me interesting doesn't mean I'm going to come at your whim." I do an, admittedly mocking, over-elaborate men's court bow. "Sorry, but I'm not tagging along." I turn away from the group of people and head off in the opposite direction. "That chic's crazy if she thinks I'm going to head who-knows-where with her just because she finds me interesting." I murmur to myself

Berendir- I trot up on Anor to be next to Lady Gilrin. "Why exactly did you want her to come along? She couldn't be that interesting to you my lady. Or is she?"

Gilrin: I laugh and nod my head as she leaves, "Farewell then." I say, "If you are ever in trouble with the law, you know my name." I hadn't expected her to come with me but I thought it would be good to extend the invitations. I knew I'd been seeing her again, our paths would most likely cross several time in the near future.

"No thanks." I yell "I'd rather not. I do the crime, I pay the time. I don't use names to get me out of trouble, never have, never will." I head back to the city I had origonally been in and slip past the gaurd quietly. I round  a corner and a gaurd sees me "It's her!" he calls "Get her!" I spin around and run the other way. As I weave and duck through alleyways I try and figure out what they wanted me for. *I haven't done anything yet! Why would they want me?* I runinto an alley and skid to a stop *Dead end!* I search for a way out *There! A drain pipe!* I start to climb it, but I hear a shout and something peirces my leg when I'm about half-way up. I fall and get up, haveing to balance on the other leg. I see three gaurds and get ready to fight. I knock the three out and more come along. Soon, I had a bunch of them piled around me. I turn to hit one and another grabs me from behind. I manage to get out of his grip and fend off about ten others before they get me down. They drag me struggling and shouting through the city and into a building, where I'm drug into a room filled with people and held securely "We've got the girl who planted the bomb." "I didn't pl-" a hand covers my mouth, I bite it. when it jerks away I continue "I didn't plant the bomb!" 

Gilrin: The clatter of hooves echo the streets as we make our way into the capital. when we make it to the palace which was in the very center of the city I dismount and help my father from his horse. "Attend to this," I tell one of the guards and hand them the reins of our two horses. An attendant comes down and leads us to our rooms before dinner.

A gaurd slaps me across the mouth "Quiet! This girl also fought, wounded, and knocked out half the active gaurd force. Not to mention the fact that she almost got away a good many times as we brought her here." I nod "That I did do. But I didn't plant any bombs." I am about to explain when I'm struck again and a man with his hand in a glove covers my mouth. "Silence!" I'm told, then the gaurd continues speaking "So sorry, she's difficult and dangerous. I'll have her escorted elswhere until she calms down a mite, if you'd like."

Dachian: I just got done reading a letter sent from Húlion. He was certainly the best general, though he was rather mysterious at times... I have to admit, I would've said atleast a few words, notify them of the rebellions, though Húlion was right not to utter a word. It's a bit risky, the wood elves could use this war to take our land... I think i'll invite them. I took a quill, and a scroll. "Vedui' (Greetings)" I greeted in traditional elven, "Please, be guests of the castle. I would be honored to house you, and your company. The castle is near the center of the elven kingdom's capital. I was notified you were traveling here for the operas, which the entertainment center is very close to the castle. Elen sila lumenn omentilmo (A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting)" I gave the scroll to the royal courier, he seems to know where everyone is that is of any major importance.

Gilrin: the messenger hands me the scroll and I read it over, "Heruamin (my lord- familiar)," I say addressing my father as I approached him in the gardens, "His majesty seems to have extended his hand for us. No doubt he wishes to meet us." I look over my father who had taken the scroll and read it over. I look over at one of the palace guards and make a face. I understood his need for protection but we were harmless as of now. "What shall we do?" I could do nothing without my father's command and he didn't intend to bring dishonor by going against the Elven King. He just nodded and dismissed me with no word of whether we would be meeting His majesty of not. we had already taken the rooms in the castle but still it would be rare to meet the Ruler of the Kingdom, even in his own home. I turned a bit annoyed with my father's silence and headed toward the stables, Voronwer hadn't been exercised yet.

I try to get around the guys hand as another comes up. He motions and the hand drops. "What is your name, girl?" I smell alcahol on his breath "Rose, though it's really none of your business." He smile stupidly and cupps my chin in his hand. I try to pull away, but those guards were determined to keep me still. "Rose, such a pretty name, and you, such a rare little flower." I glare at him, infuriated "Don't forget," I hiss "all roses have thorns." I spit in his eye. "I didn't plant a bomb, but I'm willing and able to hurt you horribly if you dare to touch me again!" He pulls back with a curse "Lock her up until someone can judge her for treason." "Against who?" I demand "There isn't any blasted king as far as I can tell by the state of this kingdom. All I see is a bunch of squabbling children fighting to be king of the rock!"

Bogion: I sit upon my throne, in my fort in the Boginkight district renamed after I, the rightful king to rule the great elven kingdom. A letter carried by a vulture dropped into my lap. "Lord, Bogion." I read "We almost took the militia camp but they got the bomb in time. Our men are aligned near the camp as of now. Your orders, sir?" I clenched my goblet after reading, and it shattered into peices. I grabbed a scroll and started writing immediately. "Conquer!" I wrote "The camp must be ours, it's key to victory! Glory, or death. Shame is not allowed in my fort!" I whistled for the vulture to send the message back.

Húlion: I saw a vulture carrying a scroll... trademark of Bogion, the conqueror. "Bogion" I whispered, "Men! Get ready for battle!

Gilrin: Things got crazy fast. Soldiers massed quickly and an attendant approached me. "Lady Gilrin, your father requests you return to your room." He said look around in concern, "this is no place for a Lady burning battle." I narrowed my eyes and swung onto my horse gracefully before grabbing my bow and quiver of arrows form it's shelf. "My sword." I say holding out my hand for him to hand it to me, "Now." I commanded when he started to protest. He sheepishly handed it to me and I rode out of the stables.

Dachian: The letter was sent only a few minutes ago. I ordered the city to be under lock down, and heavy guarding. The camp was close, why risk lives of innocents?

Húlion: I was in battle, though outnumbered we were winning. Our soldiers were killing three to their one. Me, I was slaying six to their one! Our militia was locked in battle until all of a sudden, they stopped and parted. A huge, tall, hideous, drinched in blood, and guts, goblin stood in glowing red armor. "So, this is Húlion?" The goblin laughed, "You're mighty no doubt. The rumors are true, but I, the high goblin general of the GAndO confederation shall drink your blood from your neck hole!" "You call that a threat?" I asked, "I'm shaking! With furry!!!!!" We shouted full of rage, and our men started chanting for their champion. I blacked out, and when I could see, his head was in my hand, and my sword was stuck in his chest. I saw one of the elves again, the one who left on the horse seemed she was heading somewhere and in a hurry

Berendir- "Don't worry I'll protect her out there." I say to the attendant. I ride out after Lady Gilrin on Anor.----Caleliel- A messenger comes to me saying the palace and the city was being put on lockdown. I tell him I understand, but after he leaves I get on Fëa and we fly off. We fly away from the city and the smoke, heading to the green mountains in the back. We land on a perch on one of the mountains. I rub down Fëa's back. "I wish I could've seen all the rest of your kind here, flying among these mountains." I sigh. I hated that she was one of the last Great Eagles left.

Gilrin: I sent arrow after arrow flying as I rode through the hoards of attacking soldiers. Letting out a cry of surprise as I was thrown sideway off of Voronwer by a goblin, "Voronwer! Kela! (away!)" I say sending the horse back to the stables as I draw my sword and begin twirling gracefully through the masses.

As I'm being drug into the streets an alarm sounds. I take advantage of the guards' surprise and jerk out of their grips. I swing around on my good leg and knock them out. I limp out of the city as fast as I can. I think quickly *I'll stop by the camp, lift a bandage for my leg, and get outta here.* I get within a mile of the place and hear the noise. I groan "Another battle? Well, at least they're doing something other than socializing." I pull out my sword and enter the fray. I do my best to work around my leg, staying in one spot and letting the enemy come to me. I see a tall, broad, muscular goblin advancing on someone from behind. I take a step forward and let out a yell as I jump onto it's back. It roars and bucks, trying to get me off. I cling desperately to it's horns, somehow keeping a hold on my sword. I pull myself up onto it's shoulders and let go long enough to plunge my sword into it's thick skull. "Woa!" It topples forward and I fall. I see another one coming and scrabble for my sword, which wouldn't dislodge from the other's head. "Rats!" I pull out a dagger and fling it into the oncoming brute's neck. I turn and try again to pull out my sword, it doesn't budge. "Come on!" I exclaim as I pull with all my might, but still have no success.

Dachian: It's been too long. I can't beleive i'm being the hero, but fate has roles it expects people to play. I rushed out of the best armor, The armor made for the elven king. I whistled for my tall, broad black steed. Before getting to the camp, I found a group of goblins. I leaped from my steed, and onto a goblin. I thrusted my sword into it's neck, and sliced till my sword came out the left side. I jumped down, and started fending off the goblin with the elf girl I found. "You!" I called, "Run! You need to get out of here citizen! Your safest in the elven woods!"

Húlion: The goblins are so numberous yet we must hold our ground! If we run, we bring shame, and lose the camp closest to home. Though if we stand and fight we're likely to die. I'm still holding the camp, and my men are loyal till their final breath. "LO INVOCO KYNITH!" a voice suddenly hollered. Kynith is the lord of warfare mental, physical, and alchemic. But what does "Lo invoco" mean?

Kynith: I arise from the ground. I was given the title lord of all warefare by the devines and accepted among their ranks. I was the elven kingdom's sworn knight. I was the greatest knight in ALL of the lands and races. I was a "halfling" half goblin half elven. I drew my sword and readied my sheild. I was called by an elf, and as I once was, I still am the sworn protector of the elven kingdom. I let out a battle cry as the goblins ran towards our war camp. Me, and the elves soon cleared the goblin onslaught... But now I may return as the myth says I shan't return untill all problems are solved... but i'm not fading in the wind as I should....