Fable - Bowerstone Castle
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				Title: <strong>Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 21:49:38</strong>
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				It was summer in Albion. The Castle was busy today, staff ran to and fro as they prepared for the assembly of the royal court. The heroes of Albion would be gathering from all over to discuss, who knew what? It could mean anything. A new church in Bloodstone? The Guard retracted from Aurora? A feast had to be prepared for later on, they would be hungry after coming to their conclusions. Word had spread to the populace of the city, who knew how much money the heroes would bring? Would gold be dropped in delightful amounts? Hobson, ever the reliable was present to welcome in each of the arriving heroes and escort them to where they would be taking the assembly. The guards of the castle were relaxed, enjoying the gentle warmth the sun caressed them with. After all, even if someone was stupid enough to attack Bowerstone when so many heroes were present, <em>what</em> hope would they stand at doing something to the Titans among men. <br><br>The Chef was chasing a chicken, everything was being inspected to ensure perfection. Something of a crowd had gathered, mostly children hoping to catch even a glance at the people of such talent and power they were called a "Hero," but not just decorated war heroes. Real <em>heroes</em>.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 23:06:21</strong>
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				(Italics are my thoughts. Bold is my speaking. Just a heads up)<br><br>*Dracoat arrived early to the assembly in hopes of being able to have a moment to himself. Heroes were rarely left alone since they had awoken to their latent powers.* <em>Jeez I hope this is over quickly. At least it's during the daylight. I wouldn't dare leave the village unprotected at night.</em> *He put his hand on Wolfsbane out of habit. He walked over to the statues that were placed along the sides of the front courtyard and leaned upon one.* <em>I'm glad I decided to wear this robe too. At least the villagers wont be gawking at my obvious arcane tattoos.</em> *He sighed and slipped into the shadow of the statue. He waited patiently for another to arrive so he wouldn't be the first inside.*
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				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 23:38:26</strong>
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				Storm Petal appeared coming up the road at a steady pace, his weapons and outfit where all secured as well as his personal treasury ready to dish out some of his funds in case of a battle. The hansom young man spotted the crowd and in turn they spotted him, as they began clapping and cheering Storm raised his hands and bowed gently to them as he approached.<br><br>"Thank you for your praises, it is far more than I deserve. Remember to treat your children with respect as any one of them could grow to be the next hero of legend. I also invite you all to visit my town of Mourning Wood and share in the love of the people and the love inside The Velvet Balvereen." Once again he had gotten away with advertising for the whore house in a crowd of men, women and children, He was quite proud of himself as he finally began moving into the castle.
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				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 23:57:03</strong>
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				Having took a look at the crowd gathered at the entrance of the castle, Brand had decided to slip inside through the servants entrance, nodding to the guards posted there.&nbsp; It wasn't that he was opposed to dealing with the fame associated with being a Hero, and sometimes he would mingle with the populace when not pre-occupied with an important task, but he had just recently underwent a trip through the Bowerstone sewer system and judging by the way the guards tried to not crinkle their noses in disgust, Brand was smelling a bit ripe.&nbsp; The request to retrieve a lost child from some Hobbs had been rather last minute, and taking the time to take a shower and retrieve a fresh pair of clothing would have made him late for the meeting.&nbsp; As such, Brand hoped that Hobson would be able to provide him with some rose water or perfume to freshen him up a bit, to make him more bearable during the meeting.&nbsp; It was either that or stand in a corner of the room, far away from the others.<br><br>Oh, that and a new pair of boots.&nbsp; Foul things were crusted onto the ones he was wearing and he hadn't been able to scrape everything off.<br><br>Making his way through the castle, careful not to leave any tracks and being guided by the staff (at a respectable distance), Brand made his way into the entrance, peeking outside to see the crowd again.&nbsp; It may have been his imagination but it seemed to be bigger.&nbsp; Turning to Hobson, Brand smiled and nodded respectfully.<br>"Hobson, I'd shake your hand except I know where it's been.&nbsp; If you could provide me with a way to quickly freshen myself so that I no longer smell like the sum total of urban living, that would be most appreciated."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 02:22:29</strong>
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				Akara smiled as the crew man lowered the gangplank and secured the lines getting ready to deposit the ships passangers to shore. The playful sea breeze tossed back the hood of the cloak Akara had worn during the last part of the journey and whipped her long dark hair back, her tattoos gleaming on her face in the sunlight. <br><br>It wasn't home but there was always a bit of nostalgia for her coming back to main land Albion. Aurora was her home and she loved it dearly but it couldn't compare to the main land. Not to the trees, or the slight smell of industry in the air likely termed smog, but she loved the place all the same, at least for the first few weeks until home sickness starts to set in.<br><br>Stepping off the ship she made her way threw town stopping to take to a few old friends along the way but keeping conversations short, she wasn't here for pleasure. She made it to the castle in time to hear Storm's speech to the crowd. She smiled some what amused as she pulled pulled up the hood of her cloak hidding herself from view though anyone with a keen eyes would notice the desert style to entire outfit.<br><br>Slipped around the crowd she made her way into the castle where an eager staff member led her to Hobsen. She stripped off the cloak as the walked the heavy thing annoying her limiting her movements as it did. <br><br>Her hair settled around her shoulders, her tattoos glowing dimly in the low light and her clothing screaming her origins she walking to the room where Hobsen was talking to another one of kingdoms heroes Brand. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 06:57:48</strong>
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				King Arex Malin had been awake for sometime, another restless night of constant worry about the Country. The economy was still fragile, the military was being stretched thin by an increasing Hobbs and Balverine presence, along with numerous other petitions and requests made only in the last few months. Arex could see now why he was glad to be rid of the crown that now sat upon his brow. The "Burden of State" he always called it. Arex was once again lost in thought in the gardens behind the castle grounds. It was an area he enjoyed immensely. Being able to escape the politics even for a little moment of rest was what Arex needed from time to time. Normally the grounds would be filled with nobility and people, but Arex had ordered the grounds be sealed of for a few hours while he was there. He needed time for himself before falling head long back into the problems of his position.<br><br>As he walked through the gardens he began to relive past memories of his rise to power and subsequent defeat of the darkness. He had thought everything would have calmed down and he could relax. <em>'Naive as ever'</em> he thought to himself. It had only accelerated the topics and decisions he had to make on the throne. One of the most prominent was the public outcry for the arrest of Reaver. The tyrant of Bowerstone Industrial was still very much alive and well. <em>'He has his industry to thank for that'</em> thought Arex. Reaver Inudstries had gotten to the point of no return on the power scale. It was to big to fail, for if it did it would take most of the Economy of Bowerstone and that of the country with it. So against every fiber of his being Reaver lived and was not arrested. Quite the contrary ever since he had gotten back from his "Arrangement' as the letter on his desk a year ago told. Reaver had become quite the political animal, he was routinely now at the Royal Court to push his own agenda and sense.<br><br>Then Arex walked in front of the coronation statue of his Brother the former king of Albion, Logan. He had kept most of the furnishings that Logan had put into the castle, including his paintings that Arex used as a constant reminder of what he should not become. The temptations were astounding. People left and right requesting and demanding money that just wasn't there was a constant and is still a constant plague on the Kings mind. Shoring up his countries coffers with his own wealth had won massive amounts of popularity with the people but it could not last forever. One man cannot be the Monarch and its economy, it was a burden he wished upon no one. Once he was finished with his walk he began to walk towards the meeting room were the council of heroes was being gathered...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 08:58:49</strong>
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				Ravus stepped through the crowd, not many people knowing who he was because he had only worked for Driftwood, and helped the gypsies who were kicked out of their former encampment get back on their feet and offered them permanent residency in Driftwood. Ravus wasn't a big time hero, but a hero none-the-less. He continued through the crowd, Moonslight strapped tightly to his waist, he had made it to the gate when he saw a little beggar boy looking around for any change on the ground. "Boy, you, come here," He knelt down before the booy and fished out a small bag from his white coat and pulled out three silver bullets, 'Go and buy yourself something to eat and drink." Ravus put the bag away and stood, ruffling the kid's hair and entering the castle walls. He went up to a guard, "I'm looking for a .... Hobbes-son?" The guards pointed him in the direction of the meeting hall. "Thank you," he walked down the corridor at a brisk pace, taking in everything, looking for plausible escape routes and make shift weapons. He soon came to the door and knocked three times before opening it, "I do hope that I am not late."
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				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 15:17:04</strong>
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				As Storm entered the castle doors and the servants of the kingdom directed him to the meeting hall he quickly changed direction and headed up to the national treasury room. Two servants had followed him protesting that he was going the wrong way and stayed with him as they did not want to leave him if his intention was to steal. Storm entered the treasury with little to no issues and the servants followed. As he stared at the small heaps of gold he turned to the servants with a smile.<br><br>"If anyone asks, you will inform them that it was an accounting error." Storm proceeded to untie several bags of gold and add them to the treasury. He had done this since the first time he had visited the Castle and continued to do so without the King's knowledge. By the time he was finished with the bags of gold the Treasury was heaver with an extra five hundred thousand gold, while he felt much lighter with only ten thousand left on his belt.<br><br>"Some say the whore house is ill gotten gains but when the nation is in this much need, love can not be considered a crime." Storm smiled as he turned back to the servants and instructed them once more to keep this a secret before he closed the doors and let them guide him back to the meeting.
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				Post by: <strong>Vengurd</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 17:45:51</strong>
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				The air around the castle was....<em>different</em>. Not cleaner like Havien expected or easier to breath, not emptier of the smogs and aromas. Stifling a sigh, Havien continued his walk through the main thoroughfare wearing clothes only slightly better than the average denizen of Bowerstone. If he had the choice he would have worn slightly better, decidedly cleaner clothes, but he didn't own any better and was too busy looking for general improvements within the old quarter to bother with affording better laundry cleaners.<br><br>&nbsp;The crowds cheered, either for him or just for the general cheery mood Havien did not know. The single man following him stared around them in awe, having not seen such crowds before. Havien didn't blame the man, one of his lieutenants, for staring. Havien himself had only been to the Castle once, and that was simply to stare in awe, take in the wonders of the king's residence.<br><br>&nbsp;"You know they won't let you in." Havien spoke under the noise of the crowd. The man just shrugged. Just as he did when there had been twenty, then a dozen, six, then five, each man having some standing in Havien's agency, each wanting to go with him, demanding to show that Havien was more than just&nbsp; small time hero. He wouldn't have any of it, though it did make him proud, the only one to stay with him was this man who had simply shrugged at each point Havien made, who simply shrugged now, uncaring and indifferent. A good man to have at your back. A loyal man.<br><br>&nbsp;Finally making it to the gate,&nbsp; Havien strode in, wondering when the guards would stop his man. They did just inside the gates, telling the man to wait in the courtyard while Havien went inside. Looking back as he entered, he saw the man simply shrug and stand to the side, impassive.<br><br>&nbsp;Turning to the front, Havien took in the grand furnishings within. The spoils of riches. "I am hear, I do not know if I am late, nor do I know where to go, I was told to find a specific man of the king but the name was unclear, a Mr. Gibson?" He spoke to the nearest person, a servant who dubiously looked at a nearby guard before clearing her throat. "Thats a Hobson sir Hero. Please follow me." 
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 01:50:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div>Of all that attended Aryia had been waiting the longest and was far more anxious than the other heros that slowly appeared. Being the effective overseer of Mistpeak, a topic of countless rumours wasn't something that went unnoticed. Other heros in attendance seemed to walk as if Gods. From what she knew they effectively were, for many of the contracts they did were ones she paid for and she knew for a fact they achieved what most would consider impossible. <br><br>An hour before hand Aryia had addressed some civillians gathered about watching the spectacle i a way she hoped would make mispeak something of a quaint novelty more than some pocket of perversion to be stamped out or clamped down on. <br><br>Aryia instructed her gaurd escorts to stay near their ship and answer questions about Mistpeak honestly, and passed small gems to those thinking they could do with it. <br><br>In the Castle things were just as strange. Where other hero's added gold coins. Aryia had added a golden statuette of some woman with two sets of breasts, eyes of Sapphires. It was more art than anything else, something she hoped would be a reminder to the king that novelty still has a place.<br><br>Other heros were here now, Important ones, Akara, Aurora's Hero.&nbsp; And Hero's Silverpines' Dralen... the list went on. Dralen was an important person to keep on good terms with for Mistpeaks trading ships used the river passing through his abode, ensuring they were not harassed was vital for grain supplies. <br><br>Then again all were important.<br><br>Aryia dipped her head towards each in respect, each hero's reputation proceeding them.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 18:29:54</strong>
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				The next to arrive was the representative of Bloodstone, Gideon. Adorned in his black and red highland kilt and a matching shirt that would have suited the most elegant of Prince, he had truly stepped into his roll in his opinion. He approached the castle, his hammer, <em>The Faerie Hammer of the Moon King</em>, hanging from his back. He was not alone, accompanied by two individuals, friends from back home. They were handy with a blade and quick with a gun and there was many dangerous one ran risk of when travelling from Bloodstone to Bowerstone. He was a hero though, he was safe. He just liked the company. <br><br>"Alright boys, I'll leave you here. Go enjoy a few drinks, I'll deal with the politics." announced the blonde haired hero as he turned to face them. They exchanged quick farewells for now before parting ways, they to Bowerstones drinking hole and he towards the Castle. Firm steps carried him the rest of the way, you wouldn't have to know him to know he was a man with purpose. As was always the case, he was greeted at the entrance by Hobson, a polite man if perhaps not one who's priorities were in the best place as far as Gideon was concerned. Regardless, he escorted the hammer wielding hero towards where the Royal Court would be meeting. <br><br>They were good people, the ones gathered here. Since they had all come into their powers, they had proved virtue and strength a times a dozen by a dozen! "Greetings ladies and gentlemen. I hope you are all well."[/purple] He greeted with a nod of his head before taking seat, one hand resting on his leg, the other arms' elbow on the table, stroking at the blonde mutton chops he wore. 
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				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 18:42:33</strong>
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				King Malin made his way towards the meeting room were everyone had gathered for the meeting. Along the way he passed several of the Royal Guard soldiers, standing at attention as he passed by. Since Logan had been spared that fateful day, he had pledged all of his soldiers to the new kings command. Since the soldiers did not have any true allegiance except to the monarchy they swore their oath and continued to do as they always had. Many people saw them as a fragment of Logan's tyranny, but Malin thought that they only followed the orders of the King, acting as his tool not his will. However it was still an unpopular choice. Even though they were down to half strength since both the overthrow and subsequent fight against the crawler. Now it seemed the only place they were seen was guarding the King at the castle. Their numbers low to the point that they could only be at one location with any strength of numbers.<br><br>Malin approached the double doors to the meeting room and the guards prepared for his entrance. Opening the doors one of the servants walked in quickly.<br><br>"<em>His Royal Majesty the King of Albion.</em>" said the servant with a professional tone. Not loud since it was not a large crowd of people.<br><br>Malin followed into the room wearing his royal garb and Crown of Albion. Logan rarely wore it, but Malin quite liked its symbolism. He took his place at the front of the table and remained standing.<br><br>"I thank each one of you for coming today. Im sure it was a nuisance to come on such short notice, but such is the politics of this country, please be seated." said the King then sitting down in his chair. "Hobson will start by announcing the topics upon which we will discuss today. Hobson?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 18:47:17</strong>
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				*Watching as the other heroes had began to trickle in, he shadowed one and followed to the meeting room.* <em>I wonder how the meeting will be going this time?</em> *After entering the room, he drifted towards the back of the room and melded into the shadow his eye flitting around the room and to the gathered faces.* <em>This isn't everyone... hopefully they'll be here soon. Waiting is such a bother.</em> *He sat on the floor and pulled his sleeve back. He began to carve a Balverine statuette out of some of Silverpines famous hardwood. The wood that gave his village it's name. Pine treated with a silver concoction to repel balverines. He waited silently as the king entered, but was absorbed in his carving. As the king spoke he listened only halfheartedly.* <em>Why do I even come to these?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 19:01:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">~Hobson~</div><br>The red and white adorned man servant to the king gave a nod as he was addressed. "Of course your lordship." Taking a moment he moved to table quite close to the doors everyone had entered through, taking up some papers that had been prepared before their arrival. "As you may recall..." he started while returning to the table, walking around it and handing a manuscript to each person as he did. "Former King Logan's taxes were maintained when the good King Malin took the throne, it provided ample finances to fund a military while also providing funds to aid restore the Kingdom after the attack. It has however a year since and repairs are well underway. It was considered that perhaps a review of the tax rate might be considered." he broke from the circle of the table to move towards Dralen of Silverpines, placing the paper beside him as he seemed more interested in his carving. <br><br>"As you may or may not know, current taxation provides a steady base of gold for our treasury, the common man often complains however." With the documentation of the precise figures and estimations of the first issue and everything they would be discussing today handed out, Hobson took place at his liege's side. "The second note on the agenda is the issue of the Royal Guard, as it stands they are at half strength. It may be quite expensive, but it might also be quite valuable to restore the guard to full power." <br><br>There was more to be discussed, but it could wait until this was out of the way. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 19:11:11</strong>
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				*As the paper was thrust into his attention, he set the completed statuette down. The statuette seemed almost alive with power.* <strong>Well, the only thing I can offer in the way of taxes is meager. As my people are too busy trying to survive each night. The only thing Silverpines can really offer is weapons and armor forged from the metal in our mine, lumber as to what can be harvested, and limited amounts of the liquid silver we burn. The balverines are harder to be rid of than first thought of.</strong> *He picked up the sheet of paper and scanned it.* <em>Seems to me they are fine, I could raise an army on this. Had I the people to do so.</em> *His eyes narrowed as he looked in the direction of the king.* <em>Forces may be thin, but my people have thinned out the balverines so much they they are only still strong in our forests. They no longer inhabit Mistpeak Valley.</em> *He snapped his fingers and the statuette moved and howled for dramatic effect, freezing into a howling pose.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 02:59:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div>Aryia read the handouts and shifted uneasily in her chair. Several things she was afraid of, and something like this could disperse or create her fears just as easily if she didnt manage things correctly for her locale.<br><br><strong>"My liege and heros of other parts" </strong>Aryia bowed gracefully. One thing she realized and insisted all diplomats from Mistpeak should refine was that of etiquette. Bow properly, give the respect kings and the like hope for, and it goes a long way staying in their good books. <br><br>She didn't know much about the current king. Usually new ones try and impose their relevance or start wars quickly after getting into power to try and make a name for themselves, settle issues they developed getting into power or venting their meglomaniacy they had been bottling. This king was different. Far as she could tell the people liked him and until she heard otherwise Aryia did also.<br><strong><br>"As you all know I am Aryia, overseer of Mistpeak I don't mean to insult any here with the suggestion you wouldn't already know this but our situation is different to other areas fine hero's about me manage"<br></strong><br>Aryia's stance was perfect she kept the king and hobson in her sights but looked in turn to each about briefly.<br><strong><br>"Mistpeak may not be as developed as other places but magic is powerful there and our main income comes from gems and strange nuggest of weird metals we our mountains place in streams.&nbsp; Giving a fraction of the mountains wealth for Albion's needs is something Mistpeaks has given me the authority to negotiate. But villagers of Mistpeak have a concern we hope formal stances could dispel."<br><br>This was a sensitive time, most cared for the places they saw to expecting them to care about backward Mistpeak, <br><br>"Other places make machines such as this one" Aryia produced her flintlock pistol and placed it beside her "Which scare us greatly, any with these we have no defense of. Furthermore their sounds are so alien and abrupt to our ears, more used to hearing singing on the wind we fear that soldiers marching through our grounds practicing maneuvers could do incredible damage to our culture. Mistpeaks worrys we are seen as a perverted abomination in some peoples eyes. What was unsaid in such forums becomes more real in years to come. Its true we practice pleasure magics changing bodies but this is vital for our culture."<br></strong><br>Aryia coughed. <br><strong><br>"Our mountains are rich in resources we don't have much need of, and its no secret our villages ride on this and are considered lazy and backward compared to towns we see elsewhere. Mining them for more is forbidden for it will ruin our way of life, and the idea of it is an insult to the free gifts our mother mountains provide us.<br><br>Our people are changing rapidly due to the magics we practice, even a year has seen us become noticeably stranger, bodies not suitable for soldiering. Recruiting soldiers from our numbers will likely re-enforce our alieness if not managed properly and see them to their deaths quickly. <br><br>Will users however are becoming more prevenant and powerful among our kind, we can supply such but direct attacks and killing is something abhorrent to our beliefs. Will users of support roles or direct gems or nuggets of strange metals is all we can offer, perhaps our flowers renowned for will-uplift if potion supplies for your army is needed, but anythings else I fear could ruin our way of life forever which I must protest to. <br><br>Is there a chance that patrols do not venture that close to us unless absolutely necessary, and perhaps a network of mirrors and lenses placed about mountain tops such that those under your command could peer into to inspect what you wish without needing to see for their own eyes. Formal ambassadors or visitors interested in our art and music however are always welcomed. Army's simply intimate our kind too much. So alien to what we know I fear we would not recover"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vengurd</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 03:35:49</strong>
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				Havien, having arrived just before the king had entered, stood by his designated chair. Sitting would greatly weaken him to others, though in the presence of the king, Havien did consider sitting as Hobson handed him an official document. Reading through it absorbed much of his attention until Dralen's statuette howled.<br><br>&nbsp;Havien eyed the little wooden figurine with a blanked face, hiding his curiosity, then Aryia began to speak. He listened, finding a few subjects he disagreed with, but remaining silent until she finished.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ambassadors? Mirrors and such would be good if such things would work, they would be a constant pain, having to send someone up to clear the frost only to turn around naught but a minute later to do so again, but I don't object to it if the king agrees with it. However I find that sending ambassadors to Mistpeak would imply that your mountain folk do not plan to be a part of this kingdom very much longer."<br><br>&nbsp;Turning from Aryia to look at the King, Havien bowed slightly, showing proper respect for the man, "I do have men in my pay that could be set to work as royal guardsmen. They aren't much, but I believe the royal pay would be a long way in shaping them up. Solid men I employ. I offer their services because I can barely afford to keep them employed myself.<br><br>"I can keep the order in the old quarter, all I would ask for is your royal sanction and three of your royal officers for official arrests and the like. I already have the necessary arrangements ready. I just didn't think I'd get an audience with you."<br><br>&nbsp;Uncomfortable with his speech, Havien cleared his throat quietly and went back to studying the official document in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 04:06:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br><strong><br>"Havien, I am glad you speak so honestly, this is rumor I have heard also but it is not the case. We are in no place to want to conquer and our quaint valleys suit us perfectly. Being under a kingdom larger than us gives us security for darkness riddled throughout our history. <br><br>"The only reason I suggest such mirrors and lenses is a method to prevent hordes of men firing these .."</strong> Arya looked at her pistol and shook her head "<strong><span class="bbc_u">things</span>."</strong><br><strong><br>"If there is no avoiding foreign soldiers paroling our valleys then so be it but I must insist they use other weapons that can hurt from afar which are not these ! Crossbows and Bows, instead perhaps, things that make less sound is very important. To others sounds of machines are tolerated or even deemed sounds of progress, to us however such sounds ruins so much. Music is much much more important to us we are mostly artists, performers, entertainers, painters and musicians. Fragile happiness and eccentricity is in our blood. Anything that can snap us our of our state of creativity is something that has to be resolved for creativity is sacred to us, and sharp bangs ruin so for much longer than their echo sounds."<br><br>Ok now the sweetener.<br><br>"Perhaps our gems and nuggets of strange metals we could give to those who could see different weapons formed for wings of this new army which make less sound. Bows which could produce arrows by drawing their form backward - without quiver, without the sharp sounds that destroy our hear for pitch. Aim truer or further or faster than what most bows manage. Not only would be we most thankful but such a force could be more useful for means of being <span class="bbc_u">quieter</span>"<br><br>"A kingdom that is fair is something we will support, one that protects us from menaces larger than what we can deal with on our own is vital. We would likely perish without it, we perhaps would in some ways be more dependent on it than others. For this homage, tax tribute and the likes I do agree with. <br><br>Could such a force or part of these armies be made that do <span class="bbc_u">not </span>have their black-powered monstrosities. For their bark <em>is </em>their bite, an an assault on us. Before you think I am being petty, know most dont know how much our valley echos, and how timmid some of the creatures we have there now are. <br><br>Some can be frightened enough they don't mate for that season. All due to several unnecessary uses of these exploding pipe horrors. " </strong><br><br>It was obvious such a meeting would have each voicing concerns and wants for their own lands, what could be petty issues to the kind were much more elsewhere. Still that was their role, and ideally that of the king to manage. How good was this king in avoiding things becoming to petty while seeing to things to keep each area happy ? Seemed now was a time to know. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 08:28:04</strong>
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				Ravus quickly whipped out his pistol at the sound of the little statue howling and fired, taking its head clean off. "With all do respect your highness, my people aren't too kind to the guard, nor are they generally in good terms with the kingdom. We don't have the funds, nor are they soldiers, mainly thieves, palm readers, and tattoo artists. I apologize for my people, but the guard did drive them out of their encampment where they were content, now we have to defend against Hobbes, Bandits and other dark creatures by ourselves, so i wonder what exactly you will do since there has been nothing for us to trust you yet." He sighed and looked at the two others who were voicing their troubles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 09:03:12</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br>Aryia was sitting close to Ravus - for reasons fate showed to prove her point.<br><br>Aryia yelped and fell back into her seat holding her hands over her ears. The sound of the pistol was like a thunderclap over ones head.&nbsp; Her ears almost bled ! <br><br><strong>"See how horrid those things are ! In the open they are foul, In confined spaces a nightmare ! ! Lords ! Whats next ? more ? how MANY More ?" </strong>she mouthed more than said her fragile ears ringing in pain.<br><br>Slowly she started bobbing hear head while shaking it all the while clasping her ears. It took almost all effort not to squint her eyes tight to boot. Damn that hurt surely others could feel that also <br><br><strong>"Is everyone else <span class="bbc_u">insane </span>liking those things ? Whats <span class="bbc_u">with </span>Albion ? Dont you people LIKE having hearing ?? Or are you so used to them you can't hear a thing anymore so why not take everyone elses hearing away out of spite huh ? Those things are a <span class="bbc_u">curse </span>I tell you ! "</strong><br><br>Argh ! tolerating this better be worth it ... then the ringing slowly subsided, whatever else anyone was saying during the time was lost. <br><br>Aryia stared daggers at Ravus,&nbsp; her thoughts obvious ...<br><div align="center">&lt;Was that REALLY necessary ?&gt;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 09:17:19</strong>
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				Akara listened to the others her eyes scanning the page handed to her. She listened intently to Aryia having heard so little about her. Tales make it across the sea but hers didn't that she was here had piqued Akara's curiosity now she was a little puzzled. Maybe she wasn't in touch with Albion as the natives were being from across the sea as she was but it sounded like Mistpeak didn't contribute alot to the country but was asking for quite a lot. No solders? No guns in the valley? And the only contributions to the nation are raw natural goods, it seemed like the scales weren't exactly even in her opinion. Besides it seemed kind of silly, the age of revolution was all around them and spreading, even if the king decided to keep out modern technologies for a while would the next king or the next? It seemed a little naive to think so, seemed better to start adapting now then putting it off. <br><br>Content to keep her thought to herself for the time she brushed back her coal black hair and shifted uncomfortably in the hard seat. She liked many of the things about the main land, their furnature wasn't one of them, it always took her months to adjust to not sleeping and sitting on the ground all the time.<br><br>The sound of the shot had her out of her seat and whirling around her blade in hand, her loose desert clothing still swirling around her when her body stopped and her eyes caught on the figure missing it head and the gun pointed at it. Her eyes narrowed at Ravus and Dracoat in turn, what was it about this place? Was respect of foreign concept here? Who shoots guns during a meeting? Or sets off howling figurines for that matter? She looked the the woman as she complained, her hands over her ears as if she was in pain. Had she never been in battle? It was really no louder just...diffrent. "Do you mind?" She asked dryly her accent lifting her words slightly.<br><br>With a last look of annoyance at the pair of men for the interuption she slipped her blade away and sat back down in the uncomfortable seat shifting lightly. Moving on as if nothing had happend she spoke once more, "Since becoming a part of Albion, Aurora has flourished. Trade between us and the main land has done extremely well, because of this we've been able to train more fighters and expand exploration into the open dessert. Aurora would gladly send a percentage of our fighters to join the ranks of royal guard to help restore it to it's former strength. Also because Aurorain traders have become so wealthy in the last year a new tax introduced to ocean crossing traders would do well. The traders won't be happy about watching a part of their wealth leave there pocket but better to tax the rich then over tax the poor." She said finishing crossing her legs in her seat and intertwining her fingers looking rather peaceful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 09:27:18</strong>
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				Aryia looked to Akara's disappointed expression at her complaining.<br><br>Well she wasn't sitting right next to him.<br><br>The woman was from a land far away from Mistpeak and not much was known about it, she looked gorgeous however, someone Aryia would hope to know a little more.Lovely dress sense also ... <br><br>Aryia bit her lip. Aryia was about to say something further then thought against doing so and stared down at her own toes.&nbsp; She had made her point for now, best not annoy others for the moment for Mistpeak was small compared to other areas, she had her center stage moment, best let others speak up for now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 10:16:09</strong>
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				"Forgive my more barbaric behavior," He holstered his pistol and stared around the room, "Balverines are not exactly my favorite creatures, seeing as my family was slaughtered by a pack of the devils, I killed my own parents after they turned." He sighed and looked at the ugly, headless statue, then back to the other heroes, "I am going to say what is on some of our minds right now." He stood, and looked around the room, trying to meet everyone's eyes. Ravus took off his hat and ran his fingers through his black hair. "Change will always happen, adapting is the way of all creatures, it is survival of the fittest. You say you want your homeland to be protected from guns and loud noises, but the fact is, that even if we do outlaw guns and other loud noises, people will still bring them in illegally, they will hunt your creatures, this is the law of nature. Your creatures need to understand that, and with knowledge comes acceptance, and with acceptance comes power. I know you want to preserve your land as much as possible,we all do, but to ask for so much,and give so little seems rather ludicrous. I know I am being hypocritical, but my people are from Albion, and yet they have been considered outcasts and criminals, what do we owe the kingdom? Nothing, I will help as much as I can, but the people of Driftwood will have no part of supporting a kingdom that attacks us and slanders their names."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 11:56:03</strong>
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				"Well, aren't we just a happy collection of people," Brand idly remarked as he leaned back in his chair.&nbsp; With a lot of luck, Brand had managed to secure a potion that wiped away the terrible scent of the sewers, allowing him to sit with the others and not offend them with his odours.&nbsp; He was tempted to rock back and prop his feet onto the table, but the utter lack of etiquette would probably send someone into a fit.&nbsp; Instead, he gave everyone at the table a lazy wink.<br>"I mean, here we are, attempting to make decisions that benefit the entirety of Albion, yet already we're stepping onto each others toes, setting off howling statues, shooting howling statues and asking for special concessions.&nbsp; Our primary concerns right now are the tax rate and expanding on the Royal Guard.&nbsp; Anything else can wait.&nbsp; And to address these concerns:"<br><br>"The fact of the matter is that the people of Bowerstone Industrial need a tax break," Brand stated bluntly.&nbsp; "Reaver Industries works the people mercilessly and pays them miserable wages.&nbsp; I'm done what I can lowering rents in the area, to make it easier for them to support themselves, but they are still barely surviving.&nbsp; A tax break could be just what they need to get themselves a better life.&nbsp; Attempting to recruit members for the Royal Guard there is... laughable really.&nbsp; Toiling away at the factories, living amongst the muck, they are not in good shape.&nbsp; Escaping the factories and joining the army was pure luck on my part, and may involve me turning into a Hero in the first place.&nbsp; However, the wages garnered by being a soldier is a fortune compared to what they earn, definitely improving their lot.&nbsp; I'm certain that if you were interested in recruiting there, the people would leap at the chance.&nbsp; They would just require a lot of training and proper nutrition.&nbsp; That bastard Reaver might not be pleased though if his workers suddenly find better wages elsewhere and would be sure to cause problems."<br><br>"Mind, forcefully conscripting the local criminals there might yield interesting results.&nbsp; Crime is higher in that area than elsewhere in Bowerstone, and I have a list of individuals I would dearly love to see departing my quarter.&nbsp; Some of them are fair shots as well, given the number of times they've almost parted my hair.&nbsp; Of course, that introduces a whole new problem with morale and discipline, but I suspect that at least for some of the criminals, crime is the only exit they have.&nbsp; Certainly so in my case, and I suspect there are some people with potential waiting to be snapped up."<br><br>Brand shrugged, sitting up properly in his chair.<br>"I'll do what I can, and offer what I can.&nbsp; The people of Bowerstone Industrial will do the same.&nbsp; That's the best anyone can ask."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 13:30:38</strong>
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				((Watch the money there digitL, a brothel wouldn't provide that sort of income and I don't think Arex would be so dense as to not realize whats going on if he's going to be dropped half a million gold and the like in the treasury when he visits. Its a nice idea but lets just keep things within reason :P))<br><br>Gideon had sat back and listened, one gauntleted hand stroking his chin as he flicked between the papers Hobson had provided and the different people as they spoke. He gave a sigh of relief when Brand started speaking, he seemed more focused on the point then anyone. "Oh sit down Ravus and don't be so over dramatic. Driftwood wouldn't even <em>exist</em> without the personal efforts of Arex. Who was it the first cleared out the Hobbes? Arex. Who was it that escorted the carpenter who built your bridges and homes? Arex. Reaver might have shat on your people but that's Reaver. He's gone, that cur ran after the Crawler." he rolled his eyes. Shooting at statues, Gideon was from Bloodstone and even he considered Ravus to be of questionable merit. <br><br>"To the topic at hand, I believe it is about time we reduce the taxes. The Crawler is dead and gone, the treasury is healthy and the Kingdom is well underway to being back to top shape. The people have suffered enough, they deserve the taxes to be <em>slashed</em>. However, that raises a issue with this Royal Guard. I'm sure most of us have people that can be recruited, but restoring the guard won't be cheap. Certainly not if we're restoring the lot Logan had built up. If we do cut taxes, which I think we should...we'll be having less income to support the Royal Guard. For now, there may be other things worth considering with our finances, unless there is a threat I am unaware of." Balvarines and bandits and hobbes were always a threat, but there was more heroes present then in a long time, they could keep things in check. Trolls were either endangered or extinct.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 15:33:13</strong>
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				Aryia really needed to hire others who were more trained in diplomacy. She wasn't the coolest person here by far and loosing temper at the wrong person or at the wrong time could undo so much good that this time could offer. She heard that such meetings between lords was often heated. The idea that such things were formal and orderly was never true. Perhaps when there was one and one dealings between individuals but such a time things can change fast and it can quickly be within or outside of the favor of all your friends if one was too easy to let things slide. But she WAS responsible for the happiness of her people, well felt it anyway. Out of line in other's views was simply that - others views. Not objective truth. Everyone here wanted their intention met.<br><br>Being walked all over was definitely possible, and as much as Aryia was melodramatic about those black powder machines, why shouldn't she be ? All knew those of mistpeak were artists of a sort.&nbsp; The Will user was about to let others talk but seeing Gideon nod at Brand comments showed that already different divisions existed. Best to find allies in principal, what is in practice can come later.<br><strong><br>"Ravus the matter concerning your pistol, your forgiven, it was instinct and I share such views of Balverines, vile creatures I agree, my hearing will heal. Havien your choice of sculpture could have been better but gosh your talents for creating them are incredible, and the weave to make it do such a thing, something I would adore to discuss with you after this meeting. Brandi, I see your point and the issue concerning blackpower use in Mistpeaks I don't mind discussing later when details are decided."<br><br>"One thing that Mistpeak does have in excession while things stay as they are rare metals and gems"<br></strong><br>She didnt want to state this, but trying to get some other lands sympathetic to Mistpeak views and not see them as selfish was mandatory.<br><br><strong>"Mistpeak's treasury is considerably more healthy than our lifestyle directs or than what we have led on. Our intention for such hording was a reserve in case artifacts or ancient magics or scrolls were discovered, such that we can secretly outbid all others. <br><br>Currently our Will-users are hoping to learn secrets that can perhaps have groups of will-users link or form a chain that gives incredible power to one at its center and have such circles replacing the need for black powder entirely. Ideally we see progress in this way as better, by our values at least. <br><br>For the moment my villages lead a decadent life in comparison to our neighbours so in the vain of good will I offer a quarter of Mistpeaks treasury to bring Browerstone back into good health you see fit Brand. I am not sure if it will manage all it needs but it is considerable start. This has to be managed carefully so corruption doesn't waste it, but something I am sure you Brand will see to. Another quarter I can offer the king for this new force if indeed they will protect us all. By my fathoming this would be much more than the king could hope from Mistpeaks and Browerstone combined for several seasons accumulated all in one lump payment, giving Browerstone several seasons grace of not needing to contribute while their welfare issues are being addressed. <br><br>Ideally I would prefer if most believe it didnt come from us as we don't want to think that taking over Mistpeak - as comparatively weak and blessed with amble resources for other half of our treasury is a good idea. To stop such a thing I place my faith in this king now. Gods help us if I have placed such faith poorly"</strong><br><br>Aryia sat and became distant. It was the only ace she had, and she wasn't sure if she played it right or just handed Mistpeak over on a silver platter for those not valuing of their culture. Either way it would be getting pretty interesting from here on in ... <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 15:55:26</strong>
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				(Nikkie: Just to let you know, my chars name is Dralen ;))<br><br><em>No appreciation for simple toys. Only his family was slaughtered. He doesn't fight the beasts constantly. Friends die everyday. He is Naive.</em> *Dralen glanced at Ravus with narrowed eyes. All the others spoke and criticized, but this was nothing of his concern, until the only other will user of note spoke up about a Ring.* <em>Bah? Rings of will users?</em> *He decided to speak up at this point.* <strong>War is a horrid thing, but you must not see the problem with Will Rings m'lady. First, where in the world of Albion is there even that many to fight a large sized Army of rifles? And these rings need at least 5 will users on the edge to concentrate power to the central focus point, which leaves them vulnerable. You speak too unreasonably. I propose that instead of these "will rings" I could produce in large number a prototype rifle quieter. They can make the roar of the rifle a mere whisper. Comes in handy when hunting Balverines.</strong> *He pulled a flower statuette out, with a bud on top, and set it down.* <strong>This way the army has its rifles, Mistpeak has its forests quietened, and I have something more to offer the thrown. This in turn can make Albion all the more powerful and peaceful.</strong> *He snapped his fingers and the flower bloomed into a magnificent rose. He eyed Ravus while doing so.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 16:43:55</strong>
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				Ravus sat there listening to all the bickering, he smirked to himself thinking that heroes do become more vainas they become more widely known, there were only a handful of them in the room, but their combined egos packed the castle. Ravus glanced at the little flower statue as it bloomed, wondering if a fight would start if he shot that one as well. The smirk on his face turned into a smile which he tilted his hat to cover his face. This all seemed very asinine to Ravus, he wondered exactly what he was doing there, why he was called to the meeting. Ravus wasn't the mayor or acting diplomat of Driftwood, he just helped out the town wherever he was needed. "I have something that I can give, it is not much, but you may reproduce it to have your soldiers read it." Ravus stood and pulled out a few small books each one with a different name seared into the spine. "Trolls, Hobbes, Fairies, demons, balverines, witches, banshees. These are only seven smaller versions of my family's tomes, and these have our families secrets taken out. But these books are manuals of how to effectively spot, and kill these creatures." He stood and lifted up his hat, then slid the books down the table, letting them sprawl out, "now if you don't mind, I would like a little fresh air. He walked to the doors and took a step outside, taking in a solid breath of the smog filled air, he choked a little, but it felt better than being in there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 00:43:13</strong>
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				Arex had remained quiet throughout the heated exchange between the representatives. Arex knew it was going to eventually break down into arguments between each other. Such was the nature of this business, Arex had remained quiet as to allow both sides to work out the issues and come to a resolution between each other than have the monarch stand up and assert his presence of authority. That was Logan's way not his. So as the conversation finally died down Arex leaned forward in his chair. Showing that he was about to speak.<br><br>"I understand that each of you wants to help in his own way, but chest pounding and ego drives are NOT the way to do it. Everyone has suffered in the kingdom because of the cursed Balverines. Some more than others, but to come in here and acting out of immaturity will not solve any issue and brings shame upon your people. You are their representatives, start acting like them and get over yourselfs. I will not allow this council to break down because others feel they deserve more consideration or praise based on their merits. I have done much to this kingdom to bring it out of the rut but I don't bring them up, because that was in the past, it is now the present it is what you do now that matters not before. Also may I remind each of you that we are in an area of professionalism, any further shooting, magic, or any other weaponry shown in this room will be dealt with harshly.<br><br>Now that little tiff is finished, lets get down to the actual relevant arguments at hand. I agree that the people of Bowerstone industrial have suffered through their darkest days for long enough. I propose that taxes to the lower economic status citizens be lowered to a reasonable level, while those in higher levels remain the same. Also those people in high risk areas such as silver-pines be given extra funding and support to help combat the increasing levels of threats they face. All of this can be funded with the limited mining of Mistpeak, and a small tax put on exports and imports to and from Aurora. In regard to the issue facing Mistpeak, the people there cannot live in an artistic oasis forever. They have to advance with the world just as everyone has to, but I understand that it will be a culture shock to immediately start introducing things beyond their grasp. I propose that a small guard barrack be built near the mining camps, the guards will be armed with weapons but all firearms will be kept in the barracks until needed in a crisis.<br><br>Now the Royal Guard in the past were chosen by the king alone with no ability to apply to the commoner. I propose that a series of trials be held here in Bowerstone, all in the kingdom will be able to apply for the new positions in the Royal Guard. If they are able to make it through the process of training they will then attend a certain number of training hours in each district of the Kingdom, to learn each of the cultures and its customs, so they will be able to be proper diplomats in the best possible ways as well as trained soldiers ready to quickly react to a crisis. They will be funded by what I propose is the mass annexing of Mr. Reaver's personal finances. His actions in the previous years qualify as treason in my eyes, and all of Albion has suffered because of him. His vast coffers can easily support the new Guards for years to come until another funding source can be found.<br><br>How does the council see these proposals?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vengurd</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 01:20:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;He nodded simply, deciding not to try and address any of the matters brought up. From his point of view he had simply stated what were facts and offered cheap soldiers, but having the king speak so, it seemed as if his offer and request had been ignored. He wasn't upset about it, not really, a little put off maybe, but not enough to turn him from the discussions.<br><br>&nbsp;Having nothing to do and not really willing to contribute at the time, Havien settled for idly moving the fingers of his right hand. They didn't do much that was significant, just twirled, flickered and danced about, it helped him think and helped him keep focused. Above all else it helped with staving off boredom. The paper that he had been studying intently before was being idly folded with his left hand, the folds random yet precise, the edges meeting perfectly when touching.<br><br>&nbsp;He did all this while idly listening to the King, continuing to nod slowly at the man's words, his eyes continually roaming the room, seeking always a threat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 02:50:57</strong>
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				*Dralen's eyes wondered as the King spoke. He pulled the statue off the table and pocketed it along with the beheaded balverine.* <em>So much for a bit of comic relief. Sheesh, these heroes sure are a surly bunch. Any way it's getting late, things need to be wrapped up soon. The balverines will get restless before long. </em> *He waited for the king to finish then sat idly as everyone absorbed everything.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 06:37:34</strong>
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				Akara sat rather quietly listening intently to the people around her speak, agreeing with some, disagreeing with others but keeping her opinions to herself, at home she had the right to speak against someone she'd earned it but here she was surrounded by equals as well as a superior. At the moment she found it best not to burn bridges she may one day need. <br><br>She was mildly surprised that Ravus got up and left without permission but again she was used to suprises, every time she returned it seemed she was met with new ones.<br><br>her attention stayed fixed on the King as he detailed his plan and asked the council of it's opinion.&nbsp; She considered the impact of having solders coming into Aurora, and that Aurorains would be able to try for a place within their ranks. Both aspects pleased her. The only reason she hesitated was Reaver. He was a thorn and a rather large one to be sure but once he toppled there'd be three new business men vying to take his spot, trying to fill the hole Reaver's absence would create. It would be tricky. "I agree on all matters though with regards to Reaver I think we should be careful. A man like him has a lot of powerful friends we don't want upset and and we don't want to leave an opening for others with smilier ideas to pop up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 14:52:23</strong>
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				Akara hmm ... Aryia knew little about the moderated woman other than she must have considerbly talented to represent such a place so young. The way she moved that sword like an extention of her own arm which made the will user nervous and loath to want to get on that girls bad side.<br><br>Everyone felt impatient. She knew the feeling it was a sign of people used to getting things done or having obvious obstacles in their way which parted with a strong push. With enough will. But all were like that here used to pushing against something which gave before they did, the idea of compromises felt like a defeat before a fight, tempers and and disagreements were bound to flare.<br><br>Dralen of Silverpines Aryia felt some kinship for, not much considering what little aryia knew of him but he was a will-user who compared in power to herself and mutual discoverys of mage-circle linking was a topic Aryia hungered to explore with the man. <br><br>What did he know about them ? Aryia kinship had found that if several are linked to a caster in the center who didn't channel it but slept visions came to them, visions of spell weaves just beyond their current grasp. Would they fathom more if it happened more often ? Experiments of channeling the energy into an object without weaving it into a form <br>had shown strange effects. Some began to levitate, pehaps not for long but was this how the ancients created fantastical weapons - the ones that surface ever so often in those riddle doors ? Whatever it was it was something new Mistpeak was discovering. Not just what Daren spoke of, still perhaps he knew more than he led on or not being completely honest. They were complex things, only stable when five appeared to feed the one, but could there be five sets of five ? with each center will-user feeding one receiving all power from each set ? It was early days and Mistpeak didnt quiet have enough will users to test the theory. Still what experiments were done hinted at a lost art beginning to be rediscovered. Too soon to tell, perhaps if other will users were invited to mistpeak to see ? Hmm. A lot of oppitunity here. If only their advantages or their secrets could be fathomed before Mispeak fell to the allure machines held which captivated so many, most seemingly resigned to the belief it was the way of the future.<br><br>His use of the pistol Aryia may not have agreed with but in a way it was funny. After giggling to herself for a moment Aryia again stood.<br><br><strong>"Concerning Reaver I agree with Akara. He is powerful and caution I do agree with wholeheartedly" </strong>First principal with diplomacy agree where you can.<br><strong><br>"Darlen, at least your considering that what Mistpeak values and trying to meet middle ground, something more than most it seems. Although I am not convinced muting them would settle us to them, but at least considering it. They are not romantic like swords and bows are which half the reason we hate them so. Approaching resolution without dismissing the values of those it effects is very good. It does seem arrogant to impose to another the adoption of ways that are familiar to you - implying to another peoples they not willing their change their ways to fit in with yours <br>when in the same breath it could be the speaker of such a thought not willing to change or adapt their ways to suit those they are trying to imply adoption of. Which is being stubborn, which wants change their way ? Both do and why not ?<br><br>"Those who see black powder as an inevitable way of the future, are right and wrong, it is not the way of "the" future, it is ~A~ way for ~A~ future for ~SOME~."<br></strong><br>Now the will user turned to all each in turn.<br><strong><br>"We may be small but we are doing more than our share of financing this endeavor so please humour me taking center state speaking in light of this. We are performers we live for expression. Thinking of Mistpeak as backward is true from the perspectives of machines but not from the perspective of the wilderness or potion making or magic or harmony with one's soul. Times many yearn for. In the latter we are more capable and more of our number are talented will users than any other place for a reason which I do not feel is not due to random chance. We spend our time singing to trees, painting landscapes and in return the life-magic breaths in our children more and more thoroughly. This is by choice.<br><br>Could the way of the future for some entail moving further in this direction, such that the rate of will-users being born in Mistpeak becomes higher and higher until its rare one of mistpeak isnt ? I say yes ! A future a change a development ? definately ! <br><br>But not one which suits all, nor one I beleif other lands should adopt. For other lands have other values, some are enchanted by steam, cogs wheels and pulleys. To them such a future is backward facing. I do not wish other lands to adopt our values if they don't wish them. I don't wish to ban these new devices, its just not the direction mistpeak wishes to develope towards, for we have found another which suits us very much. We will develop, we will adapt but in ~our~ way. One perhaps such circles could be more common place. With potency rivaling machines or more so in many respects, although perhaps not all. <br><br>Magic is a blessing which makes one less needy on objects we need to dig from the earth forge from mother natures offerings. With magic we become more independent of tools all the while becoming more powerful and the richer for metals we find about our lands is not needed to feed the hungry forges. We see magic slowly replacing needs for such tools, slaves or even beasts of burden. With magic there is no tools needing maintenance, less things to rely on, to protect, less things to steal, less things to need ownership of before one can use them. Thus more riches for luxurys. Peoples of other lands hunger for items for wealth for possessions for land. We hunger for experiences, for art, for creativity, and yes for power too, but of a different kind."</strong><br><br>After which Aryia looked at the king quisitively.<br><strong><br>"Limited Mining of Mistpeak ?? Speaking of my people desires to live in an artistic oasis forever as inevitably doomed ? Implying because we detest black power we are against change ? Barracks near mining camps filled with black-powder weapons on Mistpeaks soil ? But only used in a crisis, hmm. Crisis to who's fathoming ? The ones that love using them who may seek reason to ? Many assumptions have been implied here, some we may be willing to be giving on, some perhaps less so, however your reasons for wanting these things make sense. Your not intending to be insulting, its just details I do not agree with, but we can discuss them later, ideally perhaps with a kings diplomat if not in person to see mistpeak and learn our values and more of us before things are settled."</strong><br><br><strong>On the topic of Mr Reaver though I agree whole heartedly, I will send a request to our will-users to strongly consider joining for the experience and perhaps to learn and influence as well as help as best they can. Perhaps what we have learned of these mage rings could impress even Dralen. Perhaps proof of what we see as something to consider could best be done by example, healing in particular we excel at, perhaps a spell that can empower a soilder to be twice as strong or fast than what is typical could raise eyebrows" </strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 00:32:31</strong>
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				*Dralen listened silently as she finished up her speech, then raised his hands in mock defeat.* <strong>I for one, am all against black powder use. Think about it though. Can an arrow fly fast enough to hit a Balverine when fired by just any person? This is the reason I even consider anything other than will when fighting balverines. It gives EVERY one of my people a chance against one of the quick beasts. I simply can't have them blowing my concentration away during battle so I silenced them. As for the will-rings, I've had my fair share of experimentation. Enough so that I KNOW they can be extended into a 6 circles of 6 with 5 extra. I've not had enough users of my own to get more than two of the required circles.</strong> *He lowered his hands on the tables. His eyes followed the grain of the wood as he thought.* <em>Reaver was one of the four. He is long past his time. Surely we can take some paltry sum from him. He probably has twice that holed up somewhere. Squabbling over money, what fools. Here I have a very real threat to my people. I can't leave to hunt the source for fear I won't be back by nightfall. We have hit a diamond vein in our liquid silver mine, but that's our ace in the hole. Much too early for that.</em> *He sighed and leaned back into his chair, pulling out a block of wood. He began carving a crude shape of one of the fairies of old that used to turn children into hobbes. (The little blue orb in Darkwood, in Fable:The Lost Chapters)* <strong>That is all I have to say. I have no wish to argue and debate anymore than I have.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 03:55:02</strong>
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				Ravus stood outside the room for a bit, hearing the muffled voices through the doors. He sighed and pulled off one of the silver daggers from his left jacket sleeve and a coarse stone, sharpening the blade. He wasn't good with diplomatic situations. When he found his blade to satisfaction, Ravus slipped it back into place and exhaled heavily. He was bored, but he didn't want to go back in and hear more bickering and debating, it made him upset because he was getting into the fighting, and he knew that his people weren't going to help until they were shown more respect than justto be seen as petty thieves. Ravus pulled the dagger back out and start flipping it between his fingers, trying to occupy himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 20:24:45</strong>
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				Brand sighed with relief as he listened to the king took charge of the meeting and proposed his ideas.&nbsp; Arex had started out as a much better king than Logain had finished, and Brand was glad to see that even after the Crawler attack, Arex was still continuing to rule fairly and wisely.&nbsp; A reduction on the taxes for the poor would do a lot to help their situation, and a happier general populace would be less likely to revolt.&nbsp; It might even yield other unexpected benefits as well, though Brand didn't know enough about economics to comment.&nbsp; That the positions to the Royal Guard would be expanded from its original roles as favours from the king to being one of actual merit was unexpected, and Brand had to bow his head towards the king.&nbsp; Brand had warmed up to Arex a bit when the to-be king had first met with Major Swift, and now Brand's esteem for the king was rising.<br><br>When he heard just how the expanded Royal Guard was to be funded, Brand howled with laughter, rocking back so much into his chair that it nearly toppled over.&nbsp; Seizing Reaver's personal assets?&nbsp; Declaring his actions treasonous?&nbsp; Brand wiped tears from his eyes as he regained his composure, taking slow, deep breaths in order to stifle ragged laughter.<br>"You... have...&nbsp; my full support!" Brand wheezed between subdued laughs.&nbsp; "I'll personally kick down that bastard's door if you want.&nbsp; Whatever you need to have this done, I'll do it, and follow it through.&nbsp; I'm been looking for a reason to pin that man's ass to a wall with a firing squad, but I feared that because you seemed to tolerate his business, I wouldn't ever be able to remove him.&nbsp; The people of Bowerstone Industrial will sing your praises and raise toasts to you once they find out.&nbsp; And I wouldn't worry about whoever will replace Reaver: either the Crown can seize the business and run it itself, or I'll just intimidate whoever runs it next into behaving.&nbsp; You have my word on that."<br><br>"As for the situation in Mistpeak, I've avoided comment on so far but I think I need to raise one critical flaw in your idea Akara: assuming you do manage to have it so that any soldiers inside do not use firearms, and assuming you do have it so that your community is left free to develop in its intended direction: what about travelers and bandits?&nbsp; Are travelers who decide to visit Mistpeaks or traveling through it required to turn in any firearms before entering?&nbsp; What if that's their only method of defense?&nbsp; Who's going to collect from them and after being disarmed, will there be anyone to escort them through?&nbsp; As for bandits: the fact is that while you have more will users appearing, because of how recent it is, they are very much unlikely to be skilled.&nbsp; How many of them are able to defend a town?&nbsp; Bandits won't respect your decision to have no guns in Mistpeak, and once they get word about your sensitivities to the loud noises, they'll bring as many as they can alongside cannons and bombs to keep you disoriented.&nbsp; Will the soldiers there have to compete against such armed bandits with bows and crossbows?&nbsp; Hell, I'm willing to go as far as to say that once we oust Reaver, who may escape our attempts to capture him, would be a likely candidate to raid your area."<br><br>"Just something to consider."<br>Turning to the king, Brand raised a questioning eyebrow.<br>"So a reduction of taxes on the poorer citizens and the opening up of the Royal Guard to the populace.&nbsp; We seize Reaver's resources and declare him the treasonous weasel that he is.&nbsp; I think that satisfies the two important things we needed to discuss at this time.&nbsp; Does Hobson have anything left?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 14:25:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">~Hobson~</div><br>"Of course, I shall pen in a date to discuss the income cut off for reducing the taxes." Hobson started, although he didn't know why they'd want to reduce taxes, the treasury was quite healthy thanks to them and surely the people who used to their lifestyles at this point. "Moving on then, what is arguable the most pressing issue that can be dealt with quickly. There have been reports from travelling traders and patrols of increased Hollowman activity, further more they appear to be on the move. If the reports are accurate, it is possible they are moving in the direction of Bowerstone. The most recent report, which arrived just this morning tells us they attacked night shift-workers in the monorail tunnel." Hobson gave a moment for everyone to take in the information, and if they so desired, consult the transcribed reports in the documentation he had provided. <br><br>"I would suggest to the council that either increased guards could be placed along the route's from here to Millfields or perhaps even the Mistpeak end. A cheaper option would of course be if the council were to investigate personally. Culling the undead population seems like the ideal task for the Council of Hero's. Seeing the group march out to apply your trade may even inspire some local morale." The choice was of course, up to them. They could leave it as is. Whats the worst that could happen? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 02:30:25</strong>
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				<br>Most did have valid points, and well tihs was early days of the kingdom.<br><br>"For toppling this Reaver I accept all conditions deemed necessary, once done however each agreement i would adore to see revisited, conditions expire once he is overrun, I don't mind them being negotiable afterwards or some re-newed but none assumed to be such case forthwith. IS that acceptable ?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 05:52:14</strong>
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				Ravus was finally fed up with not being in the conversation, he cracked the door open to listen to the talking about Reaver and how he needed to be taken out for treason. A smile came across his face, he had heard very little about Reaver and Ravus had only been to Bowerstone Industrial twice in his life. He took a step in after Aryia had spoke. He took his seat and looked around the room, Brand seemed to be ecstatic about this whole plan. Ravus looked at him, then to the king and no nodded, trying to show his agreement in the matter and that he was onboard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 06:10:53</strong>
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				Akara listened to the other then Hobson. When no one voiced an opinion on the Hollowman situation she did. "I'll go." She said to Hobsen as if it was no issue in the least, to her it was not. Any day she'd rather be out in the wild untamed parts of the world rather then in a lavishly elegant room with other important people.<br><br>In truth she rather disliked this part of being a hero, politics was not her thing. She did what was needed to help the lives of her people and to make sure they weren't forgotten in the grand scheme of things but farmore often then not she spent her time lost in the endless sands chasing adventure where ever it took her. If she had the chance to lead the same sort of existence here even if only for a shot period and to one purpose she would. If for no other reason then she felt more natural on her feet with her sword in on hand then she ever would sitting, listening to other speak of business she cared little for.<br><br>"Even if the others decline I will see to it, theres no reason to expend valuable resources to increase the guard when the issue could be handled quiet simply." She said brushing back her hair wondering if any of the other would join. She knew so little about them as a group it was hard to say though she guessed many of them would come if for nothing more then their own desire to do something rather then talk about it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 06:30:25</strong>
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				Ravus looked over at Akara and eyes widened a bit. Hollowmen? How did he miss that part of the conversation? He must've just missed that bit and looked around the room. "I'll... accompany you, if not in the very least keep you company. I'm good with a gun, and better with my Moonslight, if you don't mind, I actually feel better about rekilling men than killing them." He looked at Akara and then to the king for his consent. Ravus looked back at Akara, hoping that he wouldn't be getting an icy stare, which he already felt that at least two people in the room were rather cross with his earlier exploits.&nbsp; <br><br>Ravus leaned back in his chair and tipped hat up to keep his eyes on the room. He liked the idea of going off and putting the walking dead back to rest, even if it was forcefully. He had done it many times before, but he had never worked with someone to do such a thing before. Ravus was a bit excited, he was going to be able to witness how some others fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 06:56:07</strong>
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				She smiled at the newly returned Revus when he said he would come. She rather hoped someone would, she was curious about the other and while she didn't want to waste her time in idle talk around a big table pretending they were getting things done she did want to get to know them.<br><br>These people were the hero's in the stories told back home, people whispered of them and young children pretended to be them. And while she didn't hero worship them she was eager to learn more of the people that were so like her. Maybe it was isolation or loneliness but she was rather hopeful she would make a few lasting friendships among the people gathered here today.<br><br>With a final glance at Revus that held a smile of thanks she looked at the other in the room in turn, waiting to hear if they would join her and Revus or stay behind for the time being.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 07:24:34</strong>
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				At the comment other last two offering aid for resolving the hollow man Arya crained her neck uncomfortably.<br>Hollowmen gave her the creeps. Things living were one thing, things that were ... <strong>else </strong>were ... unsettling, <br>using the turncoat spell on such creatures as powerful as Arya worked but it left one feeling worse than tainted, <br>so horrible one wouldnt want to try, nor could keep it up.<br><br>Running away was far better. <br><br>Arya looked about her, everyone seemed BRAVE. The will user shook her head, she unlikely would be like that but she wanted to come over as someone that wasn't just a nay-sayer or a thorn in the king's side.<br><br>The idea of volunteering for such a thing brought mixed feelings. The idea of fighting them along side these true heros was appealing, it would make for a great story or pride for Mistpeak if their leader went on such a thing, a leader that mainly led so indirectly in the past. Arya had none of the famous courage stories that feel of this group like rain would. Still they were UNDEAD ! Arya cringed. She wanted to get know these two who had already said they will see to it. Perhaps arya had already ticked them off and staying in company with them could just turn out to be awkwardness on top of awkwardness. Arya's lust generally was pretty high, most in mistpeak were known for it, still the princess of the dessert already showed her disliked of Arya whining a lot, would that perspective of Arya stay ?<br><br>Still both looked so appealing, perhaps getting to know them could prove so one way or another.&nbsp; <br>Argh what the hell.<br><br>"To aid bowerstone removing this plague of undead I also offer my services. I could finance horses, extra equipment, some helpers ... whatever is needed."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 07:46:45</strong>
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				Ravus couldn't help but laugh, he smacked Arya on the shoulder and sat up right. 'This is fantastic, the princess of the desert dwellers, a witch hunter of the gypsies, and a artistic willuser. We will be quite the unusual team." Ravus cleared his throat and stood up, bowing to the king, "When would you like us to depart, I fear, that if we sacrifice more heroes for this matter, we will not have enough for the fight against Reaver." This was the first time that Ravus had shown any respect to the king, but he was feeling quite happy, he had never worked with a willuser, and Akara was surely to have an interesting firing style, he was eager to watch how a benign mage works and how one uses their powers to protect rather than evil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 08:01:32</strong>
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				"Im sure the group that has volunteered can easily handle the Hollowmen threat while the rest of us handle Reaver. You have my permission to depart." said the King simply. Sending to many people could put them in a vulnerable position. Taking every one on the quest would leave the government exposed to any number of subversives wanting to meddle in the Kings affairs. Knowing Reaver most likely had some type of surveillance on them, it would not be long before he catches wind of what was going wrong in the Castle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 08:11:29</strong>
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				Akara raised an eye brow looking at Arya. Honestly she was the last one of the group she expected to volunteer. She was the only one who seemed perfectly at ease with political manners making Akara think she was more of a traditional leader then an out right warrior.<br><br>Whatever the reason for Arya's decision Akara was glad to have her if nothing more then she seemed rather interesting once the noise issues and protectiveness of her home were put aside. The only reservation she had was Revus had already said he was skilled with with a gun and they came in handy for cover at times, would Arya have issues with Revus's choice of weapons?<br><br>The idea of it bugged Akara but she let it pass. It was far easier not to make problems were there may not be any. She smiled at the pair of them pleased they would be coming with her. She'd never seen a will mage at work before and was slightly eager to see Arya talents and while she knew little about Revus but she'd admired his honesty earlier even if his shooting the figurine had been rather outside what Akara thought of as proper. <br><br>She waited quietly a pleasant look of anticipation on her face as she turned to look at the king smiling when he gave his permission "Then I think we should leave at once." Akara said rising from her chair with easy grace. She bowed slightly to her king before looking to the others, waiting for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 08:24:35</strong>
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				Ravus bowed again and tipped his hat to the king, "lets go, those hollowmen won't rekill themselves." Ravus laughed, he seemed much lighter than before when he shot the balverine figure. "I will meet you by the gates of the castle." He got behind his chair and disappeared, he wasn't a willuser, but Ravus' family always had a knack for using spells that were meant to enhance the body and use the abilities of the mind and the powers of persuasion. He reappeared at the end of the hallway outside of the meeting room and began to walk towards the gates, checking to see if all of his weaponry was in check.<br><br>Ravus stopped outside the gates and looked back for the other two. He began to contemplate that maybe using his guns would not be the best idea with Arya around. He took one of the stakes that was strapped to his chest out of its holster and touched the point, "I can throw one of these I guess, I always have my knives... and I can push some of the beasties away." He put the stake back and nodded to himself, looking down at his pistols, " my apologies, but you will have to be a last resort, for the sake that the will user may concentrate on her spells." He felt like he was betraying himself with the thought of not using his pistols, but it was for someone else's favor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 09:41:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br>The moment Aryia was outside, she started giving orders to those who escorted her who were patiently&nbsp; waiting outside. Within minutes four horses that were pulling the carriage had been removed from their bounds and saddles, bits and reigns put in their place. A moment later saddle bags fill of food, flint, tinder and traveling and camping needs were quickly strapped to them. Arya mounted the closest and then passed her pistol, rapier and a pouch of gold to one of the carriage escorts before bellowing to all of them.<br><br><strong><br>"I need a dagger and decent rapier but silver-infused which stays strong but hurts undead and werewolves.. Also buy three of their best crossbows, one light one medium and a heavy one, also three dozen silver coated bolts but ensure the bolt-heads do not flare- you know the ones that can puncture armor ? IF he asks for more than the pistol or rapier give him what he asks. And if there are fancy looking ones he wants to charge ten times the practical amount for ? then ~yes~ of ~Course~ get the over-priced ones that impress ! Ones the weapon maker put a little pride into, For we, hero's of Albia are hunting hollow men ! and I Aryia steadfastly refuse to have ~my~ company damned and cursed by them if we don't do so in style !"</strong><br><strong><br>"In all haste I also need others to run to glassblowers, perfumery or alchemists shops to get three dozen empty thin glass vials no larger than half a hand wide but with a opening that can fit a crossbow bolt. Also I need a lot of silver dust from a jewelers, the highest quality possible, three wineskin of holy water and a handful of bee's wax candles. I know it short notice but I need them all as soon as possible, whatever is left in the purse not used for such things can be distributed amongst all who are running about to fetch them so feverishly. " <br></strong><br>Although the words did have an air of expectation, the manner of their presentation was soft, head nods were respectful, thanks seemed to be implicit. All but five servants scattered to fetch these strange requests. The last five seemed very different. All eyes on the hero's, their expressions calm. These seemed disciplined.<br><br>To the two hero's nearby Aryia nodded while her horse pranced about on anxious legs.<br><br><strong>"Pick a horse and its yours, the extra one is in case one is injured and will serve as a packhorse if one isnt.&nbsp; <br>Oh if either of you MUST use those awful pistols then so be it, I will keep my lips sealed of my opinion on them until this is over, But hopefully these crossbows coming soon you may be tempted with. Hopefully my helpers will be back with something to give these hollowmen a little surprise. silver-shot is one thing,&nbsp; armor piercing silver coated bolts with vials filled with holy water and silver flakes which shatter on hitting to send their holy silvery contents into the wound ?&nbsp; Lets see how much they like that huh !&nbsp; The remaining servants lingering staring at you now are some of Mistpeaks will users, if we keep them we could form a ring that I talked of, who is in the center changes depending on the effect we want as not all of us know all spells others do, OR I can offer them to the king under the command of Dralen to see to this reaver business this instant. <br><br>What say you both ? Just as we are with more supplies ? or with a handful of mages also ? If we lend them to the king we will need potions, the saddle bags we have contain most things useful but none hold many of the decent potions that you both deserve, or me for that matter."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 10:15:41</strong>
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				God she needs alot of stuff Akara thought with wonder as she listened to Arya rattle of her rather impressive shopping list. She was rather glad suddenly she didn't other with such things. She could be stranded in the desert as she was at this very moment and survive, not comfortably to be sure but she'd live.<br><br>She glanced at the heave footed horses and scoffed. Instead she glanced around and smiled as she saw one of the merchants from the ship she'd sail in on. She knew he was waiting to pay his taxes and was pleased he had yet to see someone about it. She smiled at him and nodded her head and he did in return before starting over to talk to her.<br><br>Akara finished listening to Arya her expression growing a bit pinched for a moment. "I know little of magic but am inclined to leave them behind, though will accept it if the benefit of bringing them along out weights the cost in time, money and speed we will expend taking them with us." She said turning from the group to take the the tall dark skinned man in clothes that mirrored her own styling. They spoke briefly and she handed him a small bundle before he ran off down the street his long legs eating up the distance. <br><br>Akara turned back to the group and smiled lightly surveying the other people as she waited. It wasn't long people were still bring Ayra her things when the tall desert man returned leading a smaller, leaner, sleeker, more slender version of the horse Aura had offered. there was no saddle on it and only a lead halter. <br><br>The man lead the horse to Akara and she smiled taking a bag from him as well. They said a few more words and he patted her on the shoulder before he left. Akara settled the bag across her shoulders and rejoined the group the horse dancing slightly not liking being around the others. She soothed a hand over the animal with obvious familiarity as she waited for the others to finish preparing to leave. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 10:19:41</strong>
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				Ravus pulled off a little vial that was hanging from his neck, "Holy water, rowan wood, silver, iron, salt, garlic, and blessed by yours truly. this little mixture here also has a little bit of gun powder in it as well, so I shoot, it explodes. I call it the rain of Avo." He smiled and turned around, putting the vial back on his neck. He&nbsp; took one of the scriptures that was on his right shoulder in his hand, "Avo, protect us in our journey to save this land from all evil, may we send these men who have fallen from your grace back into your kingdom with penance in their hearts. deliver us from the shadows so that we may save your children, and bring us peace if we do not live beyond this eve."<br>He looked up and at the two women, "I learned it from my teacher, he taught me all about Avo and Skorm." He moved to the white horse and mounted up. He took the other vial from his neck and made a sign of protection upon the horse with the green mixture. "Rosemary, lavender, and dogwood blended with silver." Ravus was very superstitious, but he found that most superstitions worked. he offered the vial to the other two. "Care to do the same?" He paid no attention to the small horse Akara had brought over, to him is was more like a big dog than a horse. He looked at Arya as her list was finished up. 'Do we really need all of that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 10:25:12</strong>
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				*Dralen sat patiently carving the figurine, listening to the whole Hollowman team talk.* <em>I would love to go, but that will eat up too much time. I haven't prepared my people for me being gone long. Those god cursed hollowmen are no match for a Balverine. Bah!</em> *He shifted his position uncomfortably and set the carving in his pocket. It would be used later. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes waiting for whatever were to come next.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vengurd</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 11:06:38</strong>
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				Havien had nearly volunteered to go with the others but had hesitated at the end. <em>Well now its too late, guess I'm in on the Reaver end.</em> He didn't like the idea of taking Reaver on, not because he liked the fellow, far from it, no, he thought about the economic consequences. In the long term it made absolute sense as it would help steady out the overall state of affairs, the short term however...<em>The king is going to be in for a rocky time.</em><br><br>&nbsp;The short term effects would be tremendous on the negative side, Reaver had made himself too much a part of the local economic equation. Without him, without his business, there would be a gaping hole to be filled. It would be as&nbsp; if some one were trying to fill a cup filled with holes. It'd fill up, but it'd take a lot, and would waste a lot more. What else were they&nbsp; to do though? If they left Reaver as is, he'd cause more damage, cause the economy to grow even more unstable. The old quarter would remain the poor quarter.<br><br>&nbsp;"If theres no other need for me, I will help where I can in regards to Reaver. I know several half honest merchants who can put a temporary hold on the all to likely economic fallout, thing is I wouldn't trust them to hold it for much more than a month or two, still it would help with laying the foundations of a stable economy, I'll make sure you know who they are and where they do business at before I leave."<br><br>&nbsp;Last time Havien offered some help he had been ignored and felt that he shouldn't offer any more help, but he had to. <em>What else</em> can <em>I do?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 11:13:48</strong>
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				Although Ravus didn't seem to pay attention to Akara's horse Aryia certainly did. Rumors of the villages of Mistpeak occasionally being intimate with them were true enough, but it was more due to the culture of not seeing oneself as separate to anything else seen. Everything being one. <br><br>The desert princess had a knowing smirk about her of the cool connectedness of one that was so many steps ahead of the game explaining anything was a waste of breath, and others so far behind were so childshly comical mentioning it could keep them there.&nbsp; Fair enough too, Aryia was used to leading while on a cushioned seat, babe on the woods ? yes. Still life was all about change.<br><br>Akara had mounted her steed with an ease that put Aryia to shame. The horse wasn't as strong as the ones Aryia had, but it was lean, build for speed. The ones Aryia had were more for strength, could carry a lot without noticing but they were something the lithe girl's horse could run rings around ... literally. How the horse moved was also a sign it was trained very well. Something that show horses could manage.<br><strong><br>"Fine steed Akara ! Fine breeding ! I heard the horses across the sands have a manner and nimbleness which puts our beasts to shame ! Perhaps after this Mistpeak and proud Aurora could consider trade ? Both of us have ships but so far ours has not ventured to Aurora for fear of how they may be received."</strong><br><br>As if on cue Aryia's own horse moved skittishly and Aryia put some effort to have herself facing the hero again.<br><strong><br>"No offense girl" </strong>she said to her own horse patting it on the neck <strong>"Your more than fine in my book, yes you can sense we are going into danger I will take care of you dont worry"</strong><br><br>With silent gestures Aryia motioned one of the servants to prepare the horse the desert princess didnt choose to become a pack horse. <br><br>To Ravus' request for the superstitious blessing of strange gods Aryia accepted, repeating the motions the man did.<br>then handed it back to him Why not huh ?<br><strong><br>"As far as do we NEED all these things ? Um no. They are precautions and if not used, luxuries I suppose. Both of you are well known for the hero tasks you've accomplished. I am not, Mistpeak doesn't really have one any would want to make statues of, none we can't talk of any with pride. If this works talk of heros in songs and ballads comes soon afterwards, all the more magnificent if the presence and posture of those seeing to it was managed so no ? Refinery, bells and whistles gives much to these things"</strong><br><br>She winked to Ravus then nodded to the will users waiting patiently.<br><strong><br>"Fine witches Mispeak, I am seeing to a business which finds us parting ways for the moment. Inside seek one called Dralen of silverpines and offer your services to see this reaver managed. Ensure you talk of your knowledge of will-ring use and each spell you know or have mastered to him in detail. This reaver will have us all if we suspect each other and conserve knowledge now. Serve Dralen and the king until either both are dead or reaver is, preferable the later. Once done return to Mistpeak and create maps of what you can recall and teach the other mages there all you have learned,"</strong><br><br>With precise curtsies and bows the five will users moved in almost silent steps towards the palace where Aryia motioned.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instantly afterward Aryia ordered three dozen the best of will and health potions to be purchased.<br><br>She tried to keep a brave face but it was obvious to Akana and Ravus that Aryia felt nervous having her own personal will-user ring leave her when she herself was going to be in danger, a fear her manner now seemed to delay.<br><br>Her servants returned shortly afterwards, filling saddle bags of all horses. Finally the one charged with getting weapons arrived. A rapier much like Aryia's previous and a silver dagger quickly found their way in Aryia's position and the three crossbows were soon presented to the heros.<br><br>http://www.talismancrossbows.co.uk/crossbows_beast.html (http://www.talismancrossbows.co.uk/crossbows_beast.html) (See the "beast" - picture them without the model eye-telescope thing (Silly ! ruins them) and in slightly different sizes )<br><br>Along with a quiver of of silver bolts, the lightest one Aryia placed over her back. While the medium sized one and a similar quiver was presented to the desert princess, and the largest most sturdy one presented to Ravus.<br><strong><br>"Our Saddle bags now hold what we need to make what I had in mind and potions now to boot. Fine crossbows yes ? Care to humor me in giving them a go ?"<br></strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 11:40:39</strong>
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				"I'm sure trade can be arranged between Aurora and Mistpeak." She said sitting bare back on the horse with easy grace, a smile on her face as she considered the idea of open trade between the two rather unique cities. She pressed her heels into the horses flanks&nbsp; and lead her threw a couple turns settling her getting her used to being in the company of the other horses. <br><br>Akara had second guessed getting her but she wasn't about to trust her life to some one elses horse in the heat of battle. Sandstorm was the best horse she'd ever had, raising her since her birth and she had some of the pures breading lines in Aurora, she was quick and nimble and never faltered. Too bad she was extremely skittish around other horses. Akara would just have to get her used to it and quickly.<br><br>She listened to Aryia speak some more and watch the other will users leave a bit relived. It was going to be an interesting enough trip with only the three of them another five would slow them down so much...she was just relived they wouldn't be in attendance.<br><br>The cross bow was presented to her and she took it with a slightly confused look. Taught to always accept a gift with ease she smiled her thanks to the Mage and tucked the thing into one of the pack on one of the other horses. She had no idea what she'd do with it never having even shot one before but maybe she'd learn at some point, range weapons had their advantages she grudgingly admitted even if she thought standing back and firing at someone was a bit lack in excitement as well as courage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 14:20:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br>At seeing the exotic girls raised eyebrow to the strange contraption Aryia very slowly went through the motions of drawing the crossbow's tether back, loading a bolt aiming it at the ground in front of her and pulling the trigger.<br><strong><br>"May be a good idea to see if they are in working order before we bet our lives on them. Sometimes I forget the order myself, being reliant on witchery and all ... thats right Draw, load, point, release, repeat."</strong><br><br>The crossbows were overly ornate definitely, something that pleased Aryia no end. Solid things. Made of a light metal, being significantly lighter and stronger than they looked, and yes a work of art.<br><br>Aryia repeated the motions twice more for several reasons. Firstly it was to show akara how simple their use was. Those that didn't have training in them could manage them, that was why they were popular before those blasted black powder abominations. She didn't want to embarass Akara in front of others alien to her land and start any rumors they were barbaric also. Mistpeak had had their full of being the blunt end of jokes and if she could save Aurora from being so also - it would be something Aryia would feel pride for. Likely Akara would learn how they worked in her own time, still there was another reason. <br><br>Aryia ~lurrved~ showing off, on horse back, with a flashy silvery toy glittering afternoon light before a battle to save a land that wasnt hers ! hah ! NOT showing off would be blasphemous ! <br><br>But the main reason she did so was she feared she would cave when the crunch came to desires to run or hide and anything to aid her own feeling of bravado before facing those wretched things helped immeasurably. They were silent. Hollowmen scared Aryia no end. AND her precious personal will-user-ring would not be with her.<br><br>Both the hero's could see Aryia becoming nervous and her horse felt it also. A full minute passed before Aryia managed to control her horse enough to lean down while riding to retrieve the bolts from the ground she sent there,<br>while doing so she hummed, a tune that she heard before in her home land one that inspired.<br><strong><br>"Only the men can manage the larger ones, I don't train in anything really so only this light one would I have strength to draw. These are devices yes, but they are romantic in a way, mostly silent so well I like them over what I think would be their betters"<br></strong><br>She then looked to the servants who had retrieved the goods, now with a carriage minus four horses.<br><strong><br>"Marcus, Anne, Ellen, Barok, Nathan, Margret, Damian, Some of you have talked of what it would be like to have an important role, it seems like it or not Mistpeak will have to form trading alliances where we can. The world seems to becoming more dangerous and we need friends who would have us. If we hope to preserve our culture then we fit in where we can in ways we like. If any of you wish to stay that is fine, an apothecary which sells potions from our home land is overdue in such cities, perhaps we can not compete with the health potions from some places but we are blessed with will-enhancing flowers so liberally we can likely make small fortunes selling them here. If any of you wish to run one know our ships will keep you stocked, half profits those running it can retain while the rest goes back with the trade ships to our villages. Stocks will come in the form of petals from the flowers we all know but crushing them and forming potions must be done here. Arrangements with glassbowers must be made, but for the sweet love of all good gods in this world PLEASE choose a vial that is practical as well as artistic. Vials of Will potions from our land should be a thing of beauty and have a taste and a smell that is wonderful to all senses. Rember its not just mages that benefit from these things, scholars, carpenters, smiths, armourers and the like need will to stay focused on their craft while in the middle of a masterpiece will soon learn to love them.<br><br>Those that do not wish to try this I offer other choices, one is to open another shop owned by Mistpeak called Mispeak's Map-Magic-and-Scroll. This mainly would import items for Mistpeak, this doesn't have to be a large shop, but does have to be one in stone with stone walls which have holes to keep fragile scrolls or items free of fire even if the shop itself goes up in flames. This place will get up to date catalogs of what we have and will purchase maps and books our land doesn't yet have, also it needs to have signs in several tounges which offer decent gold for rare magical spells, items, weapons, artifacts or even semi reliable documented references of such treasures. WHo runs them must be aware of the value of books and how be ready to learn from scholars here how to judge a books value and authenticity..<br><br>When our ships come they will bring lists of books and scrolls we already have, anything that is new that seems valuable should be purchased. A handful of scribes would be needed to constantly copy what we do purchase, <br>the original sent back on the next of our ships to Mistpeak, a copy sent back two shipments later.&nbsp; That way loosing a ship will not cost us a lost knowledge also.&nbsp; Coin to pay for such things will again be sent with the ships, but the shop's layout and how its welcoming to others should be addressed. Oh another thing, make it clear copies of any in our catalog can be created at a price, charge highly for the service but see to it all copies are scribed in the best of calligraphy and art, have fine leather double stitched binding which is embossed with a pressure stamp of our motive. It would be outside the price of most, but those who want one that can pay for it should be impressed. We must actively feed the library back home. <br><br>Both places have to be light, bright, welcoming and non-dusty and fresh. The places must be appealing to linger even if one doesn't have the mind to trade. It has to be sociable, perhaps in a place where bards or musicians linger or tea is served, Ideally the Apothecary as well as the scroll shop should be placed where the wind is fresh and a fine view had, inviting those wanting to linger to do so.&nbsp; Perhaps both are in the same area and also doubles as a wooden-trinket store for the strange things we make also ? I am not sure this can be who is overseeing them can choose and have artistic liberty for such matters.<br><br>Now to others among you interested in neither, a diplomatic or ambassadorship here could be of benefit. Our mountains do not deliver strange metals things at a steady rate and keeping the king or who is reliant on them informed in confidence is needed. Ones wanting such a position would take residence either in the castle wings or closeby and would be Mistpeaks eyes and ears in Browerstone, but one that serves the king in the same breath they serve Mistpeak. If they deem a conflict of interest appears they have the right to request both leaders for a meeting and I for one will come. This mainly would be a ceremonial role but some important meetings will require their hand. Those adopting it must have perfect posture, perfect speech, impeccable dress sense and table manners, and must always bear oneself with dignity and remember they represent all of Mistpeak's pride. Oh yes, and they have to learn a little about homing pigeons.<br><br>Those not wishing any of these and wish to return can. Sell the carriage, divide the profit evenly and use it to pay for ship-rides home, feel free to pocket the difference."</strong><br><br>Aryia removed several rings from her fingers and passed them to the servants who seemed enthralled with the prospects of the shops or ambassador roles.<br><br><strong>"You have all done mistpeak proud, I will see those returning to our lands soon perhaps. Those lingering to set up stores and ambassadorship here sooner. IF any wish to return home to discuss the matter with your family so be it the offer stays open for a moon. Either way the jewelry I have given should be enough to see to these initial matters being set in motion. You will hear from me"<br></strong><br>At that Aryia nodded to each in turn while they discussed options they had quickly, before she moved her horse closer to Ravus and Akara's.<br><br><strong>"Well we have a few hours of light left in the day, shall we make at least partial progress to where these creatures are before sun down ? I don't know about you but having a decent rest in a place on a hill which we can use to see them coming some way off could be a good idea, and in this town ? well ... I find towns too cluttered for such a want, why people build so jutting from the ground where good grass and trees could grow confuses me no end."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 14:45:34</strong>
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				Hallowmen Group (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=90237.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 20:28:41</strong>
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				"Damn, Hallowmen?&nbsp; I"d like to join you and pop some of them with you, but Reaver has been putting sand in my britches for far too long.&nbsp; Happy hunting you three: pints on me when we all get back safely."<br><br>Waving goodbye at the trio, Brand turned to address the rest of the table, "Alright, the way I see things, we need to strike at Reaver while the ink is still drying on the declaration of his treason and seizure of assets.&nbsp; Of course, once we seize the son of a bitch's company, we're going to need to either prop it up with someone we can rely on, or have the Kingdom seize it for its own.&nbsp; Havien has a good suggestion for helping maintain short-term stability, and it just occurred to me that some of us Heroes might even want to consider buying Reaver Industries.&nbsp; Maybe if the Kingdom seizes it and puts it up for auction, some of us can purchase the business and make sure its run right.&nbsp; Might mean that the economy doesn't do a nose dive.&nbsp; I don't know, economy isn't my thing."<br><br>"In any case," Brand said as he stood up and stretched, "I'm ready to kick down some doors.&nbsp; If we've got anything else to cover, let's hurry it up.&nbsp; Then we can sign Reaver's death warrant eh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:02:02</strong>
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				"Exactly Brand, We will need to move quickly to ensure that Reaver does not have time to deploy any forces against us." said the King snapping his fingers. A few Royal guard walking in holding a large official folder, another holding a set of pens to set on the table in front of them. Once they had they opened the folder to reveal a large document that was an arrest warrant for Reaver, all that had to be done was sign it. Taking one of the pens Arex quickly signed the document ordering the immediate arrest of the most dangerous man in all of Albion.<br><br>"I once the arrest is announced I will also announce that Reaver industries is to be nationalized effective immediately, with the Crown running the factories until a suitable replacement or auction can be announced as well. All those who wish to sign in agreement do so now"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 15:07:35</strong>
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				Four male mistpeak witches<br>(http://www.silvermane.com/acatalog/MR-100298.jpg)<br>and one female Mistpeak Witch<br>(http://www.digitalimagemagazine.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/ww_final.jpg)<br><br>... strode into the palace silently, each with such perfect timing of footsteps, all watching knew that such order was not trained, but something else, but there was no sign of compulsion, all seemed serene.<br><br>Immediately after all had entered they addressed those present, by launching into a chant.<br>&nbsp;It seemed as if their desire to simply talk became a song and the moment they started, the air took on musical tones as if alive, willing on its own accord to complement the wonder of their unified nature, the palace's rooms itself acting like an amphitheater giving the scene a haunting sound.<br><br>(Listen to this while reading the below (Let the yahoo link finish completely for it has a magic ending :) )<br><br><div align="center">Gregorian - Don't give up (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lIYgZaHINU#)</div><br>In our proud land witches grow strong<br>Where elan is wanted all along<br>We are taught to fight, taught to win<br>Taught never see anything as a-fail<br><br>One known to here it seems<br>A man whose others dreams wills deserted<br>'Emon of changed face, 'Emon of changed name<br>And all who face him simply lose<br><br>But we don't give up<br>In us you have friends<br>We don't give up<br>Loves not beaten yet<br>We don't give up<br>Know well help to make it good<br><br>Though we saw it all around<br>We never thought we could be so affected<br>Until we found some refuge-last to go<br>Who spoke of how strange the way things turned<br><br>She then rode the night toward her home<br>The place that she was born, on the lakeside<br>As daylight broke, she saw the earth<br>The trees had burned down to the ground<br><br>In fighting this we wont give up<br>You now have us<br>We don't give up<br>And we don't need much of anything<br>We wont give up<br>'cause if here fighting this is the place<br>Its where we belong<br><br>Reaver watch your head<br>Time to worry some-much<br>It's ain't gonna be alright<br>Cause times soon will get rough<br>You can no longer fall wrath on us<br>Cause we don't give up<br>Please know we don't give up<br><br>We 'gonna walk out of here<br>We won't take anymore<br>We going to stand on that bridge<br>Keep our eyes firm below<br>Whatever may come<br>Towards him whatever fate may grow<br>Bad rivers flow<br>Bad rivers flow<br><br>And if he moves on to another town<br>And tries hard to settle down<br>For every job, will be so many men<br>So many men knowing his needs<br><br>We won't give up<br>'In this you have friends<br>We won't give up<br>We are now more than onely one<br>We won't give up<br>For now-we've no reason to be ashamed<br>We won't give up<br>And now you have us<br>We wont give up now<br>Will make all proud of who they are<br>We wont give up<br>And we know it may not be easy<br>We won't give up<br>For we ~believe~ peace is a place<br>Peace, a place where we belong<br><br>*<br>[OOC: Remember let the yahoo link finish - a wonderful musical ending ! :D ]<br><br>[OOC: This is five will users (one shy of a circle) offered for the king to see the reaver finished, who can with give command of them to anyone he wants or to keep them himself, (but with a will user, a ring can be formed), once command of them is given or taken - whoever has them can rp them as they see fit :) Or I am happy to if others want me to ]<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 07:05:24</strong>
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				Moving towards the King's seat, Brand took out a pen of his and signed his name on the document.<br>"One more nail on the bastard's coffin.&nbsp; Come on up everyone, sooner we get this all dolled up in our signatures, sooner we can be back in a tavern supping a pint and enjoying a good day's work done."<br>Sliding the Sandgoose off of his shoulders and inspecting the weapon, Brand smiled in grim satisfaction that it was in good condition and ready to be used.&nbsp; Checking that he had enough bullets on him, Brand twirled the rifle in a flair of acrobatic showmanship before holstering it back on his shoulder.&nbsp; Cocking an ear to the singing that seemed to be going on, Brand shrugged and headed towards the doorway.<br>"And I hear we have some escorts and additional firepower.&nbsp; This is going to be a very, very good day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vengurd</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 07:21:42</strong>
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				Following Brand's lead, Havien moved towards the King, picking up a nearby pen and silently signing his name then stepping back, giving a slight bow before following Brand to the door. He said nothing because he had nothing to say and he wasn't going to be flashy just to check his gear, though he did make sure all was good and ready.<br><br>&nbsp;He just hoped that whatever happened, the economy wouldn't collapse, turning the rest of Bowerstone into a poor district.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 14:09:34</strong>
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				*Dralen stood and strode over to the document signing in a fanciful way signaling his concurrence with the decree. He also laid the pistol he had with him on the table.* <strong>As it seems I won't be doing a demonstration then I leave this in your care. It's equipped with the rifle quieter that I was explaining earlier. I've no use for it, so do what you shall with it.</strong> *Not waiting for a reply he slowly walked out the room and down the stairs. He stopped by the group of will users and gave them a once over. Reaching into his pocket for the fairy carving he whispered some words and it took off with a distinctive yellow glow.* <em>Hopefully it makes it to Silverpines before the will leaves it. Does pass the time to carve though.</em> *He looked at the will group again and walked up to the female will user clearing his voice.* <strong>Might you be the head of this odd beast? I would take it a female hero would prefer female leaders to commune with.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 16:00:58</strong>
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				"Head? No, we are all free but choose to stay together. I am Lisa, talking to any one of us effectively talks to us all for we share the same values, enough so if one chooses a path agreement is implicit. I sense your a will user also would you be Dralen of Silverpines? We intend to aid either the king or Dralen, for our services would be of more benefit if another mage choose to lead us"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 02:37:40</strong>
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				<div align="center">*</div>Aryia dismounted and approached Akara cautiously, while healing her Aryia talked, although it didnt seem the values of Mistpeak was anything that desert princess looked like she was ready to adopt, still words flowed.<br><br><strong>"Fleeing and retreating isnt thought of as weak to Mistpeak people, Perhaps to a proud warrior I was too fast to choose it, but after that cave in I thought it sensible, and after seeing so many surely so.. for retreating is one with the ebb and flow of waves on the shore, for pulling away from engagement were sensible, like the moon, like the stars, seasons, tides. We don't see it as shameful for nothing is forever we will return, stronger than before, more prepared."<br></strong><br>There healing was completed, the clothes about the wound were still caked with blood and ripped in parts but the flesh below was healed perfectly, without scaring scratch, bruising or any sign that injury ever occurred. Akara deflty took some powerful healing potions and a res potion from her saddle backs and thrusted it in Akara's.<br><strong><br>"Akara you have the best of healing potions in your saddle back now. I will run inside and hand over the vial-soul-samples to the sages and explain the situation, Your a master-rider I am not. You can fight from horseback most can't well not well anyway, not like your people can. Whatever foolishness Ravus has planned for him self if any can save him from it I feel you can. Perhaps the potions in your back you can shove down his throat I don't know. I will return with more help shortly if you wish to rush back into the action you can, I know how proud your people are, and know linging for discussions on such things when others are fighting frays at your soul. But please remember<br>warrior or not your the leader of your people ! They look up to you for more things than just defending them against monsters. Being killed for a proud cause is one thing, living for your people gives more in the long run."</strong><br><br>Akara's eyes became steely, perhaps she hated Aryia's suggestion that retreat was natural and something to emulate, perhaps she simply hated Aryia, perhaps she hated the situation. With proud people who knew, all were good at hiding emotion. She may linger to organize something else she had in mind or spring back into it, it was anyone's guess. <br><br>Ayria kissed her quickly on her forehead, a sign of affection for the soul behind the flesh among her own people and bound up the stairs into the palace.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 05:17:16</strong>
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				Arex was talking with several members of the Royal Guard. Discussing the coming hunt for Reaver was a daunting task. He could be in any number of places. Some could be eliminated, due to his vain nature he most likely would not be hiding out in Mourningwood or such swampland areas of the Country, but there we untold hundreds of small communities that he could have a hideout and could be moving day to day. The first step would be to clear out Bowerstone of any suspicion as this was the most dangerous area for him to be hiding out in. To much risk for him to gain supporters with the local nobles and politicians. Once secure a true hunt for him could begin.<br><br>But as he was finishing up his plans another guard quickly walked up to the King.<br><br>"<em>Majesty, the represenative from Mistpeak has just been spotted returning to the castle grounds. It appeared that she was in a hurry</em>" said the guard quickly.<br><br>"They couldn't have dealt with the hollowmen problem so quickly....mmmmm....tell the rest of the castle guards to be on standby alert for any trouble in the city or the Castle." The guard quickly ran off to obey the order, while the King began to walk towards the main entrance to meet her and the rest of the group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 06:36:38</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br>Thankfully the guards recognized her and didn't stop her untimely entrance into the palace. Aryia strode in quickly, not quite running but her legs seemed to want to.<br><br><strong>"Your highness, disaster has occurred, we did indeed seek to cleanse your locale of hollow-men alas their numbers and strength were something we could not best."<br></strong><br>Aryia rummaged through her robes and produced the two vials.<br><strong><br>"These hollow-men are different, stronger, fiercer. Ravus believes a leader must exist to empower them so but I am not so sure. Proud champions are used to seeing all things without their ability to overcome. Stories are full of them being proved right and wrong. I fear they may be a new kind of evil that may not be disposed of with a single blow to an individual, lets pray I am wrong. I am not sure of the plans of the other two, none were keen to return to you without dealing with the matter properly. But well word of what is happening to me is more important than death. Poetic death for proud causes isn't as romanticized in my culture as it is others. After a cave collapse it was me that urged retreating, much to the others discust for this I accept full stances on. But we have not returned empty handed..."<br></strong><br>Aryia presented the two vials with captured the wisps to the kind.<br><strong><br>"My king, these hollow-men be so much stronger I fear that they are something else entirely, it may be the wisps have fathomed a way of combining with each other before raising the dead - thus infusing the dead bodies with strengths of many wisps perhaps something else has breathed more energy into each one. However I beg you please give one to your sages to study, the other please sent to mispeak to allow witches there to pry their secrets. Perhaps a weakness or a cause we can find, before more out-bursts of what we faced occur. If you wish to gather soldiers to contain the situation be sure to send them now. If they report back without success evacuating the town may be necessary. Perhaps my own frayed nerves has me over-exaggerating the situation. Perhaps Ravus' belief that a leader exists and killing it could solve the situation I don't know. But if things are as bad as I fear you have what best I could offer. "</strong><br><br>Aryia had turned about and noticed some were still present likely talking of plans for the reaver.<br><strong><br>"Perhaps the Reaver can wait in light of more immediate matters, either way my king, now these vials have been returned and you know of the situation as best I can recall, what is it you want of me? How can Mistpeak be of service at such a time?"<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 07:15:09</strong>
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				The King listened intently to the report that Aryia gave to him. This was a grave situation indeed, Bowerstone was now in the targeting sights of a Hollowmen army that was more powerful than previously thought. Arex then turned to his Captain of the guard.<br><br>"Summon the full guard from the barracks in the city and the ones still in the Castle. Also have the city guard placed on full alert and begin Martial law within the city, all civilians are to be moved back to their homes immediately until further notice. Get into the Royal armory and begin setting up defenses at the city gates and entry points." said the King moving into his authoritarian presence. It was a powerful thing to see in person, you could almost see the resemblance between the brothers in a split second. His voice calm and not panicking with his orders.<br><br>(http://oi54.tinypic.com/1zc0fbk.jpg)<br><br>He then turned to Aryia.<br><br>"As for you, we can find who is at fault later. Give one vial to the sages here and you can keep the other to give to the Mistpeak sages. I require everyone here to defend the city at the moment. Not one hollowman will penetrate my city understood? If this does happen there will be grave consequences in both the short term and long term with our tenuous relationship." Said Arex forcefully, he felt no need for pleasantries and diplomacy when his people were in danger.<br><br>"Captain my Horses!!" yelled Arex to the guard Captain who told a subordinate to follow the order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 08:26:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"As for you, we can find who is at fault later. Give one vial to the sages here and you can keep the other to give to the Mistpeak sages. I require everyone here to defend the city at the moment. Not one hollowman will penetrate my city understood? If this does happen there will be grave consequences in both the short term and long term with our tenuous relationship."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Aryia stood from a bow and looked furious. The mages about Dralen looked confused, their attention on the exchange. Such accusations of blame or cause of an outcome from someone to another who was not intending it was alien to their values, and abrasive.<br><strong><br>"Fault ? If fault exists is the arrogance of assuming people share the same values or should ! Or your role is that of judge for those that dont share them, or even to those who do ! Judgment is for the values of gods deeming favour to those who serve intentions they relate to. THe Gods one chooses are those that are in alignment with, not ones who suits others. Your not one yet, and if you do become one while keeping such attitude, you would never be one I would praise, let alone pay tribute to."</strong><br><br>Aryia was livid, she had risked her life, nearly lost it to send word of this to the king, and it wasn't for her people she did this. The arrogance of the man.<br><strong><br>"After what I offered of my treasury, service, report and findings these vials may hold. No thanks for the report ? No gladness of warning ? Prefer our deaths to go unnoticed until Hollowmen crawled into every civilian window maybe ? Tenuous relationship indeed ! And for this warning, what do I get in return ? Statements of impending judgment of fault ! <br><br>Such judgment simply be self-serving, to imply it was betrayal or the weakness of others to justify why your role of ensuring safety fell ? Respect is deserved, not assumed in titles. A poor artist blames their tools, tools who work for you willingly without pay and have created good for your wants are ones you don't judge ! "</strong><br><br>At this the mages hovering near Dralen moved quickly about Aryia, whatever value differences seemed to be implied here it was enough for them to orbit about those that they related to more.<br><br><strong>"My ring and I take our leave, we will aid the outbreak as best we can , and facilitate evacuation if we see it as doomed. Of management of situations, expectations, others and fault, if we live past the time our our service to YOUR people, indeed we will speak later ~my king~"</strong><br><br>The last two words dripped sarcasm.<br><strong><br>"... assuming your tongue deftly finds words of appreciation and apology to keep such title."</strong><br><br>At this Aryia sighed and shook some anger out of herself while staring at the single vial in her hand. The enemy wasn't the king. He was doing what most king's would, if they split now all was lost, if it wasn't so already.<br><br><strong>"You may yet prove to be a good man as the reports of others say.If it was my people being overrun by hollowmen, Perhaps I would easily forget my senses and speak so also. If we live though this, I will be willing to forgive and forget and let waters be passed under the bridge, but not if your enter such a dialogue while trying to juggle your pride"</strong><br><br><strong>"Blame indeed, evacuation not considered ? Preposterous!" Aryia mumbled, just before the witches left the palace Aryia looked to Dralen.</strong><br><strong><br>"Dralen, I know our values may not be something you agree with but a will user with us would be most advantageous. Soldiers in numbers can not be quiet, but we have other means, as a group pray join us, at least for resolving this issue on our doorstep, not for promises for the king's service, but for those who can't afford pride in times like now, for those who reside in Browerstone."</strong><br><br><strong>"Ships are in the harbor nearby, if it starts proving that their soilders can not overcome the horde, I intend to use the circle to see the evacuation of the women and children away from danger and hopefully any man smart enough to join us.&nbsp; Towns can be repaired, re-taken, rebuilt, lives however is not so easy. Lets not see the children and mothers of Browerstone pay for the arrogance of a few who should be serving them"</strong><br><br>The leaving witches and the palace guards eyed each other nervously. One word from the king to cease them for such an outburst would lead to a situation, perhaps even civil war, at a time neither could afford it. For the moment neither leader seemed to command those about them though, seemingly to let the scene unfold on its own.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 09:21:55</strong>
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				The King stood throughout the entire outburst and exchange. The guards in the room had there hands on the triggers of their rifles. The representative had put her entire people at risk by such anger towards the monarch. In all other times the woman would have been shot on sight for such audacity towards him. But Arex's hand remained at his side, no signal for the guards to do anything was given. His face unchanging as he watched her have a complete emotional melt down. Arex was used to outbursts from representatives, but this one was the final straw in the Kings mind. Her words were those of a monarch of a different country. Thus was the state of relations of Albion now, due in no small part to Arex, he couldn't help his attitude towards the representative. Ever since she arrived at the Castle the woman has strutted through with a chip on her shoulder, flaunting her wealth, and now demanding respect in such little time and necessity. Arex said nothing but his actions spoke for him.<br><br>Pulling his pistol from its holster he took aim at the small vials held in the sages hand and hers. And with two quick bursts the vials fell from their respective hands in shatters, their contends spilling onto the floor or released into the air. Leaving both the guards and sages stunned. Arex then holstered his weapon and spoke to the remaining heros.<br><br>"I have my faults major or not but I will not tolerate such outbursts in my presence in a time of crisis. Cooler heads must prevail. I now remind each of you that your service here is invaluable to me and to the kingdom, each of you was requested to be here not ordered, you are free to leave at anytime without reprisal from me or the kingdom. Those of you who still wish to fight at the side of the Kingdom go to the gates of the city and find a spot to hold back the tide. I do this not as an order or decree but a plea for help to my representatives and friends." said Arex giving the group of Heros in front of him a quick bow before making for the main doors of the castle. <br><br>As he passed Aryia he spoke softly to her, facing his eyes with hers.<br><br>"I may be an arrogant Monarch but at least I don't endanger the lives of ordinary people because of a 'thank you' or because I think one statement or two statements that you considered rude or threatening, I care little about your feelings during times like this, you can obviously hold your own as the others can...." he said then pointing to the city. "They depend on me and the army to protect them, and if I can have help in doing so all the better, I make no promises or apologies for my behavior. You have all of my support in evacuating the civilians away from the city. For what it is worth I do respect you immensely, but if you don't get a handle on your own emotions they will cause a war that I do not want to happen, to many lives have been killed over such petty squabbles, I will not be involved in such. When this is over I hope we can come together once again as a whole if not, then so be it" said the King then leaving with his guard to the front.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 10:43:17</strong>
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				*Dralen had been conversing with the ring of will users when Aryia had hurried by him to find the king.* <em>Curious, I wonder if the other two are here as well.</em> *He listened to the conversation, frowning the more it went on. After Aryia's outburst the king shot the vials with the wisps.* <em>The fool! Where does he think those wisps will go?!</em> *Sure enough, the wisps flew outside to the royal tomb.* <em>That's not good, but maybe he will learn his first lesson on simple idiot reactions as that one.</em> *Upon hearing the king's word that he required none to stay by force, Dralen immediately turned and walked out. He walked out the castle gates and mounted his horse. Setting the horse off at breakneck speed, he set out for the site of the battle."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 11:08:38</strong>
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				Surprised was one word. Shocked was another. The king was upset, and for no small reason. <br><br><strong>"Um yes your right it must be <em>Aryia </em>who makes rash decisions due her emotional state and doesn't think of the future." </strong><br><br>Lisa said sarcastically, the layout of the palace carried echo's well.&nbsp; All the witches eye's locked to the shattered vials, seeing the strange new breed of wisps escape from their prisons to re-orientate themselves before seeking some lifeless body to possess. <br><br>Then one of the male witches seemed to find some sense.<br><strong><br>"Lisa, his own home town is being tainted from within, do not just such an action so ! This would feel like a disease that is unknown which would rock all our senses, will masters or not. Anger and frustration are closely linked you know that, dont provoke him to move his frustration towards anger at us ! Oh and in case you didn't notice, he did mention that he he needed all the help he could get. What he said was about as close to an appreciation and an apology as you can get from a king ! Kings are proud for a reason. They are taught to be by counselors. They hold the pride of their nation, its not like what we know. You should study their ways before speaking ! "</strong><br><br>Then one of the other male witches spoke ... <br><strong><br>"Aryia and Lisa, provoking men of such power is foolish, right or wrong there is a reason they are in power. I have looked at the kings battle tactics, face to face he may not be the most diplomatic of men, many kings are not this is why they hire ambassadors and diplomats, but he is an exceptional strategist, and I don't say such things flippantly. He may not be the most romantic of types, but if an army is moving towards this city, their populous is in good hands. This outbreak has caught him unawares and his commands, when caught by surprised and shocked were more sensible than what they sound like to our values. To us retreat is the first option we take when surprised, its not one of shame for us. For others it is ! Talking so immediately to them is shameful ! He had no choice. When he has more time to plan he is formidable. Trust me you don't want to make an enemy of the king, even on a good day. <br><br>Remember Aryia what we talked of in the carriage ride here. We don't have hierarchies like they do elsewhere, they MUST be respected, our culture serves us, their culture serves them. We are on his land in his palace in his HOUSE. Lesser kings would have had you shot or in prison or worse from saying a lot less than you just did.... and most would have agreed it would be right for them to do so. For him to show such tolerance he does respect you, that is his way of showing you he does... "</strong><br><br><strong>"<em>Respect </em>me ? He doesn't respect me, he <span class="bbc_u">hated </span>me the moment I walked into this place, and as for his <em><span class="bbc_u">rights </span></em>? <span class="bbc_u">Right </span>to ...<span class="bbc_u">what </span><span class="bbc_u">exactly </span>?"</strong> Aryia rounded about to create another tirade<br><br>"Aryia listen ! Don't make matters worse ! As far as monarchs go he was more than good ! Remember he is dealing with the reaver, this was the last thing he wants ! being in such power without either is harder than you think. He listens to squabbling of others all the time, surely one even of grand statue would be sick of it and loose patience. <br><br>If he says anything while passing hold your tongue, for Mistpeak's sake, civil war has occurred over less, and if it does he will win not us, Mistpeak may not have the troubles of other places but we don't match anything they can do when they are prepared even at a fraction of their strength. When he passes, both of curtsy and button your lips tight as worm-wood. All of us must for the sake of our OWN people please I beg you both Lisa, Aryia I have read history books on Kings tolerance ! please !"<br><br>Lisa and Aryia exchanged looks but nodded. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I may be an arrogant Monarch but at least I don't endanger the lives of ordinary people because of a 'thank you' or because I think one statement or two statements that you considered rude or threatening, I care little about your feelings during times like this, you can obviously hold your own as the others can...." he said then pointing to the city. "They depend on me and the army to protect them, and if I can have help in doing so all the better, I make no promises or apologies for my behavior. You have all of my support in evacuating the civilians away from the city. For what it is worth I do respect you immensely, but if you don't get a handle on your own emotions they will cause a war that I do not want to happen, to many lives have been killed over such petty squabbles, I will not be involved in such. When this is over I hope we can come together once again as a whole if not, then so be it"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Don't get a handle on ~my~ emotions ? Who was arrogant ? Aryia was about to stand from her curtsy to retort but a stern look from the male witches ensured she didn't. The king left the room and soon the male witches let out a breath of relief they had been holding.<br><br>The witches about Aryia knew their presence wasn't welcomed and feared the king may change his mind so quickly they moved faster than they normally would.<br><br>One of the male witches that had urged Aryia and lisa to stay silent ran to one of the kings sages.<br><br><strong>"Diplomatic relations can repaired when both are less hot tempered believing the other is more so. Unexpected calamities can do so, none are immune to such emotions. Please know don't have hierarchies where we come from, roles perhaps but none are used to taking command of others. We are not familiar with the ways of kings and Aryia easily forgets what what good people have done if they start accusing ... A few of us with her only knew by chance of how kings are by luckily happening upon a book of it.&nbsp; In Mistpeak, evacuation and retreat isn't deemed bad ... please tell your diplomats this, Aryia didn't know what shame she was implying towards the king saying so as if he thought the same on the matter, both were at fault of not knowing the other values. Mistpeak will send a formal apology soon this I swear it."<br></strong><br><br>After saying so the male witch hurried to catch up with the others...<br><br>[... Aryia returns to the outside again .. ]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vengurd</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 11:37:24</strong>
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				Having been nearby, wondering how the hunt was going, he watched Aryia enter and make a huge fuss. It was a child's tantrum. His respect for the King went up a notch as the man just stood there without a word, not a hint of what he thought. He waited until Aryia was finished then had shot the vials.<br><br>&nbsp;Havien smiled. Finally someone stood up to that...vain woman. He watched the wisps move toward the royal tombs and wondered at what would be happening in the future with those. He patiently waited; Dralen bolted from the place, for whatever reason Havien could only guess. He waited for the King to leave. Then he looked at Aryia as she left.<br><br>&nbsp;"If I ever get a chance, I will fire off as many cannons in Mistpeak as I can. Thats the respect you have earned from me."<br><br>&nbsp;He knew he shouldn't have, but he couldn't resist. Hallowmen were on their way and she had the nerve, the gall, to throw a tantrum in the King's own seat of power. The more he saw of her the less he cared for her.<br><br>&nbsp;Taking a different route than Aryia, whom he had made sure could hear his remark, Havien left the castle, coming to the public area his lieutenant had been left. The silent man easily fell in step with Havien. "I just heard an army of hallowmen are on their way. We need to prepare everyone in the old quarter. Evacuate those who want to leave and we'll bolt down the the old quarter tight. I will be going to the gates the guards are going to need the help and that is where the King wants us 'fine' heros. Bunch of good we are. I swear all we did in there was squable. Couple of good heads in there though. Tell you all 'bout it later."<br><br>&nbsp;His lieutenant just shrugged.<br><br>&nbsp;"I swear man you <em>must</em> be a mute." Havien exclaimed, looking at the man- he just shrugged. Havien shook his head, a rueful smile on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 13:11:54</strong>
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				Akara's steely gaze to Aryia held only a fraction of the contempt she felt for the idea of retreat being natural. The other woman may have that luxury but the desert held no such regard. Akara didn't believe her words for a second every fiber of her being would have loved to argue the point with her but there was no time. <br><br>Her belief in the king and what he would do knowing the city was in peril turn her horse and with a swift kick urged her mount into a flat out run not back towards the battle immediately but to the dock. Her anger was amped up a notch that she even had to go but she trusted no others to fight at her side, the other hero's had already proved they weren't to her style so far and she wouldn't be going against her nature again for anything.<br><br>The docks came in view and Akara let out a piercing whistle that drew several pairs of eyes but it was only three she was looking for. Two men and a woman had been lounging quite comfortable against the side of a building in the shade horses tied off not far from them. They had been laugh sharing in an easy comradely but at the sound of the whistle they each tensed and looked towards their hero.<br><br>Akara gave them a hard look and didn't bother to stop just slowed her mount turned in a circle and left them to follow her as she knew they would. Before she even cleared the block she could hear the clatter of horse hooves behind her swiftly catching up.<br><br>She smiled a real smile as her trusted friends, Griffin, Aurthur and Evain surrounded her and they all rode quickly following Akara as she headed back to the battle. She trusted these friends to protect her and fight with her above all others. Friends since childhood they were bound far more closely then cohorts to a master but something more akin to a family. Akara had hoped to let them enjoy their stop in the main land as her guests but it seemed fate was not to let it be so.<br><br>They asked for no explanation, in truth they needed none the sharp set of Akara's body and the fire in her eyes told them each they were facing death once more ready to laugh in the face of it again. Akara dug her heels almost cruelly into Sandstorm's flanks as she wasted no time getting back to Revus and now Dralen as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 07:45:36</strong>
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				What was left of the numbers of the guards was worse than a skeleton, if they were not dead they were on the ships sailing out of the harbor other than than a few that were desperately trying to find the heroes.<br><br>They themselves saw the futility of defending against such numbers and direct the heroes by insistence to the few ships remaining.<br><br>For those wanting to continue battle they would attempt to reason above the din explaining those that can be saved still needed their help and were already making their way out to sea. Those that didn't hear they would drag to the harbor by force.<br><br>Continued ... &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91012.msg4103285#msg4103285)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 22:45:29</strong>
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				<strong>One Year Later......<br></strong><br><br><br>The horde of undead was eventually overcome but not without incident and considerable hardship on the intrepid group who fought valiantly against the evil uprising. The hero's relentless attempts to secure land in more hospitable places ensured several forts were captured, critical for ensuring high-yield farmland the rest of the populous needed.<br><br>During the seemingly endless fighting, the Hero of Mistpeak and the King often clashed at court but did their best to show a unified representation to the saved peoples. The Kings viewpoint was simple, win at any cost, for loosing would be letting undead rule all known lands. It wasn't up for debate. Awkwardly the Hero of Mistpeak's own insistence to look towards magic over machinery became politically her own undoing, for soon over half of Mistpeaks sorceress and warlocks had been changed to empower the magic armour suits the other hero's and a small specialist force of the kings used to ensure victory.<br><br>This placed many of Mistpeaks witches in a vital but subservient position for the changes were permanent, but did give the Hero of Mistpeak some political leverage in the cultural changes the new society would adopt if such a role was to stay as such. Still the woman did have to spend numerous hours with the changed witches to ensure their own morale and happiness could be seen to.<br><br>All the hero's gained some spoils of war from their work, but the bulk of the treasures gained quickly found their way back to the kings treasury, where finally the king had options to fund new ambitious plans for his new nation.<br><br>The war had taken its toll on the populace as well. Most of Albion would need major reconstruction. Luckily with the new amounts of treasure coming in, the construction would not be delayed. Most people were now beginning to doubt the capability of the King, only two years into his reign the country had seen three major conflicts and the people were starting the rumors that the King should be replaced. Especially since the last battle against the hollowmen, the King for the last three days had been bed ridden due to "battle fatigue". The King's most unpopular decision was placing his Brother Logan, back in charge of the country as the Kings Prime Minister.<br><br>A new threat looms in the distance however.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 03:41:46</strong>
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				Armor link (this can change to suit the plot and is very rough atm)<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89322.msg5733073#msg5733073 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89322.msg5733073#msg5733073)<br><br>Laraley (The person who permentantly is changed to empower a suit)<br>Larahan (the wearer of the suit (non-permentant)<br><br><hr><br><div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><hr><br>After yet another verbal conflict with the king saw Aryia in the courtyard surrounded by three witches of Mistpeak, two who had changed into Laraleys and one still in true witch form.<br><br>"Over thirty of us have changed now, I can't believe the King insisted that enough is made for a force for 20 of his soldiers, none with titles nor accolades to deserve such an honor" - The male warlock murmured<br><br>"He insisted, it was to promise that that would be all, and all others will be reserved<br>for how we have traditionally employed their services, they did serve their duty, without them we would not have succeeded" - The of the Laraley's, a woman draped in a flowing silk robe spoke dismissively.<br><br>"Who remains is barely enough for two rings. Let alone defending Mistpeak"<br>- The other Laraley, a male of similar height added<br><br>"That is the role of the Larahans now, not ours" - Aryia sounded defeated<br>"Not only that our own treasury was gutted forming them !"<br><br>Aryia threw a parchment with the kings signature to the ground of the courtyard<br>and then cast a spell instantly immolating it. Within a moment its dust.<br><br>"So you plan on not following his orders ?"<br><br>"We will follow them I just had to vent, the King is desperate, the mistpeak witches<br>were his only option, thats why this has happened. I will insist of the king that special reserves or a wing of the castle of our design is seen to for the Laraleys, already many mock us all from some of what Laraleys entail."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 02:45:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Akara</strong></div><br>Wind whipped through Akara's hair as she sat astride the tall beast of a horse she'd taken to using after the death of her last horse in a battle long ago. The temperamental creature pawed the earth as she dug in her heals and took the horse into the court yard of the castle. It had been a long time since she'd been here. She'd spent long months fighting the last of the hordes that had taken refuge in the vast desert of her home. Now they were rebuilding and she'd come back to the capital drawn by the conflict brewing between the king and the people of Mistpeak.<br><br>The armor she'd taken on a Diamond Larahan covered her skin as comfortable as being in her own clothing. She'd taken the added strength when she needed it though was still torn over the idea of using it to excess. The arguments for both sides were powerful but she was of a mind that too much could be dangerous. <br><br>Coming into the court yard Akara laid eyes on the witch that had made all of this possible Aryia. With a gentle smile of familiarity stole over Akara's face and she pulled the reins of the horse stopping him. He tossed his head snorting and Akara rolled her eyes the beasts temper was as quick to ignitable as her own was of late.<br><br>She slipped from the back of the large animal with a flurry of loose silk scarves swirling around her lithe body in bright eye catching colors revealing to the careful eye the unique armor beneath. "I didn't think to see you here though I guess i should have guessed." She said crossing the court yard in her smooth natural grace, her dark hair catching the light flaring with blue highlights as it rippled around her.<br><br>The year of fighting had changed her, no trace of innocent youth clung to her, her body was toned and lithe, long lines that showed little weakness though a few scars could be seen. New tattoos marked her skin along both arms glowing blue and under her clothes her shoulders blade were marked with symbols of power. "It's good to see a friendly face." She said drawing close to the group her hand naturally falling on the hilt of her sword though there was no air of threat to the gesture just a easy comfort with carrying the blade. <br><br>"I'm glade to see you though I wish the circumstances were different." her gaze flicked to the castle lingering there. She no longer blindly followed a king who'd once saved her home now she thought for herself and she couldn't agree with the course the king had set them on, "I assume your in disagreement with the king once more?" She inquired a raised eye brow accompanying the question. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 05:45:05</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Castle Courtyard</strong><br></div><br>As usual Aryia was wearing one of her black hooded robes. Being summer made her choose satin over velvet but still her form always<br>seemed to be a silhouette of herself. Seeing the Hero of Aurora approach the witches about Aryia turned to the noble and bowed deeply.<br><br>Arya stood from and nodded slowly, an acknowledgement of similar titles. The list of outstanding feats with the sword the hero of Aurora was seen to display was countless. The king has rewarded her with many riches, and rightly so, she had proven her worth many times over and<br>all of the the people respected her, and so they should.<br><br>"Oh Akara, the armour suits you perfectly you do wear it with what can give its Laraley pride" <br><br>At this Angela, Akara's Laraley added<br><br>(http://img.ezinemark.com/imagemanager2/files/30000560/2011/06/2011-06-28-21-52-05-9-taylor-swifts-relationship-with-pop-singer-joe.jpeg)<br><br>"Indeed I do feel honored, as powerful as my witchery was it wouldn't have managed what you have done, it does make sense"<br><br>Angela then curtsied perfectly before placing her chin high and intentionally moving her shoulders back, to which Aryia smiled to herself<br>secretly impressed that at least a some behaviour could diminish the reputation Mistpeak witches have dealt with.<br><br>"Any of the remaining witches can see to the few scars you have removed, but over time the armour will remove them also, <br>some fighters like having them to talk of their times in war or as reminders but alas none wearing the armour will have that luxury<br>for long"<br><br>Aryia seemed agitated, even more than normal<br><br>"Akara, I know we have had our differences, but many of the laneleys are finding the transition hard for many reasons,<br>even Angela which is one of the strongest willed witches I know. If you ever feel like a ride with company I would love to join you"<br><br>"Myself also we have not had time to Speak Lady Akara" - Angela added with yet another curtsy.<br><br>"To remove stress our culture does practice certain behavior we are well known for, but in Angela's case doing so would<br>be something you also experience. How this is managed is something that is a matter of importance. You may feel more comfortable<br>talking to Angela alone on this issue but all of the Laneley's speak of this now. It is their main expression option, remember<br>before all were very powerful witches"<br><br>At this a nervous ripple seemed to propagate among the Mistpeak witches, Aryia included. She seemed nervous, and did<br>absent mindfully move her hair into a loose pony tail, times you have seen her do so was when she felt needful or frustrated herself.<br><br>"I fear insanity or rebellion may occur if its dismissed offhandedly as a luxury we can afford to go without, to us its like water<br>without drinking ... " <br><br>Aryia let the sentence linger before starting another<br><br>"All including myself to fantasize about you as well as the other heros sometimes, calling this a persion or sick will cause a rift<br>that we can't overcome, not now, not after we have been bonded so thoroughly. For us its not just the time during so thats important<br>but the tranquility we feel afterwards, this helps us center our thoughts and plan for the future."<br><br>Then Aryia sighed<br><br>"I know the idea of myself and others of mistpeak, known for perversion including you in our thoughts and passion may be insulting<br>to you, but its our culture, these urges and feelings are sacred to us. You dont have to act on them, but at least speak to Angela,<br>when you can spare the time. Your time is very precious, all of our attempts to request an audience with you have been refuted by the king<br>for your always have been on missions away from the castle"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 07:01:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">Akara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3893069#msg3893069)</div><br>Akara smiled at the greeting of the mistpeak hero with an incline of her head a smile curving her lips. At the introduction of her Laraley a small frown formed between her eye brows. She should have met the pretty girl by now whom she was so closely bound. her fingertips idly skimmed the skin of her armor guilt passing through her. How thoughtless of her not to try to meet the girl before now. Aryia's words were true she was kept endlessly busy but she could have made an effort, yet she did not.<br><br>A smile quirked Akara's lips when the scars were mentioned her gaze flitting to one along her arm where a careless overstep had almost killed her. "As you might remember I'm not overly fond of having the marks removed though as you said the suit will tend to them in time, but until then I think I'll keep them. They seem all the more meaningful for their temporary nature." <br><br>A glance at the castle told her companions she wasn't here idly but she nodded, "I'm sure I have time for a conversation and a ride, and please call me Akara." She said directing the last at Angela, "I'm far from a lady." She said a look of amusement crossing her face at the thought of taking tea and sitting idle as the men did the work as proper ladies did. No even in a different life Akara couldn't see herself content with such an existence.<br><br>Listening to Aryia Akara's faced darkened with concern her dark eyes turning near black and her relaxed stance tightened a bit and she tossed her head flipping her hair over her shoulder in an agitated manner. "Had I known you'd tried to contact me I would have made time, but I was uninformed. " She said a trace of anger in her voice slightly accented by her desert home, "And while I fully admit I know very little of your culture besides it being a hot bed of magical properties, dismissing most of what of a more...sordid nature as outrageous gossip exaggerated to make others tongues wag it's apparent from your words this is a very important matter, one that can't be ignored."<br><br>She turned her head at the sound of horse hooves. Her body guard for lack of a better term cocked her a grin jumping down from his big bay un-tethering the horse he'd been leading a beautiful white speckled stallion from Akara's own dear stallions blood lines. She shook her head and a look of concern mixed with confusion passed his face before he nodded taking the two horses and her own just holding their leads for now watching with weary eyes. He liked the capital no more then she did though he was better at hiding his displeasure.<br><br>"I have time to talk now, the ship made good time and the kings not expecting me for several days and I'd like to have a fair understanding of what <em>exactly</em> you require before getting involved. As I said I don't listen to idle gossip and haven't had time to visit Mistpeak yet to understand in person your customs so you'll need to explain before I can take any action that may put me at odds against my king." She said her gaze direct and unwavering as she looked at bother Ayria and the girl who till now had been a faceless witch across an ocean she thought very little of as she risked her life and now had a face, and a life. She was real for the first time. It was a bit distressing as well as interesting to know how closely they were bound and still know nothing about each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 09:45:12</strong>
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				"Oh its not the kings fault directly at least, his arguments of seeing you at critical fights was very well founded. The Last battle in particular would have been disastrous had you not been there" Aryia dropped formalities and started talking quickly in a windy manner that seemed to keep her out of breath<br><br>"We argued for hours, he understands that culture clashes exist, and his reasons were strong, the day needed you there, and Angela and I did grace these courtyards well enough while waiting. As furious I may be with the king, its his duty to make such decisions and it turned out for the best, still it has left us needing to explain things in a rush when we would have preferred to reveal more with our own cultural trappings, still perhaps later if you have time to visit mispeak please do, you are famous there, although you may deem the populous perverted, they think highly of you and many of our mistrals do pipe and sing your name. All know Angela is your personal Lanley, carvings exist, statues are in progress. All feel that Angela is Mistpeaks contribution to success of your sword." <br><br>Aryia looked about and noticed that the place was about as private as they could hope for the now busy castle grounds<br><br>"Angela do you wish to speak on mispeaks and your own behalf, as fierce as she is with the sword if she intended us harm we would all ready be dead" - Aryia looked to the girl in white who nodded quickly then turned to the Aurora hero<br><br>"Lady ... I mean Akara, Mistpeak is a place of mountains and greenery wildlife flowers songs and magic. We have endeavored to keep all constuction underground or hidden from what would remove from the magestity of life. As such all our houses are beneath the soil, tunnels linking them, doorways hidden behind bushes and a parkland of wonder above us all. Although the mountains do sport gemstones and precious metals we only collect it from river stones and have never held a pick to stone nor axe to wood. All wood we use from trees naturally fallen, and have made do living in harmony. Gemstones, and crafted wood instruments we sell for grain, and tools but mostly it is a place where art and music and magic is blended, all efforts to link everything together as whole is attempted. We don't see ourselves different from florna and fora, nor do we feel that distinctions of differences should be tended to."<br><br>She then realised that she was not addressing Akara's main question which was a personal nature.<br><br>"Most of the rumours of sexual perversion are true what others call fantasies to us are simply desires which we are encouraged to talk of as best we can, and rumor of such soon reaches ears of ones feeling they can adopt a role that is of mutual interest, this is very vital for our own culture to stay in peace, and we do have rituals that can change peoples bodies to adapt to what suits themselves as well as their lovers cravings. These changes can be extreme, even part animal, goats horns or goats legs or tails is not uncommon, and that is one of many differences. For sexual desires some have wanted swanlike wings, or to resemble mythical creatures perfectly and indeed some do. Still more changes can be listed, Most with them do know to stay away from visitors sites. Still they and all are valued citizens, and do empower our values of variation grandly. They do also participate in plays, re-enactments of mythical storys which keep poets, musicians and our witchery inspired. It is only machinery and the sounds and crudity it embosses our values we detest, and of course fear of other cultures more powerful than us wiping us out for our perversion, many do have more sets of sexual organs than most due to these rituals, to us its wondrous and a uniqueness to celebrate, for they embody a living plants flowers which connect to the outside world, welcome it celebrate it. but many so changed seeking to explore other lands have been hunted down as freaks causing us to be insular."<br><br>Angela then shifted her weight nervously from foot to foot<br><br>"I personally do enjoy receiving sensations that are crude and very present, and do like pleasing sets of male energy at once and have fantasied being that to you in simular ways a woman can manage, and if not regularly then sensations that are magnificently large, but doing so can go on for a while, and although I may be used to this happening in ways&nbsp; other women may not be interested in, I am not sure you are, although too I would like to be your lover personally I know you may be offended by the suggestion. Aryia and myself have often talked of our desires to be your lover for several reasons personally and sexually being the strongest for us there is no difference for us its a part of friendship. No diseases or unwanted pregnancy occurs due to the magics we hold to us celebration of what others deem crude and rude is the celebration of raw life, without pruning or conditioning, how life best thrives. True health. True life, True Love" <br><br>She fumbled at her necklace while continuing. Angela was about to state that because she did pass solids and liquids for them both it only be fair that AKara receive sensations of her choosing in turn but then bit her lip not knowing how offensive such an intrusive feeling could be to a warrior so proud.<br><br>"Aryia and myself have hoped you would agree for us serving you orally regularly for doing so can give us visions or feelings and feelings that are unique to our type of magic. Furthermore I know my desires culturally are more perverted and likely cruder than yours, so whichever you feel you can tolerate sharing the experiences of please say so, you can even choose my lovers if it helps, now bonded the moodstates of your sexual organs and to us your rear is indeed one of them is sacred to us for they do represent life more than anything and to us treated as their own personalities, which are repressed in so many other cultures we meet"<br><br>Aryia then spoke while Angela regained her posture<br><br>"I know that was hard to say Angela but well done, there is never and easy time for such things if rushed due to necessity, none could forsee this. Akara, what she speaks of is true, and each lanley comes from different sections of mistpeak, Angela comes from the mountain caves, where flute playing is refined to an art unseen elsewhere. They are already molding the stone of one outlook into the wilderness to be in your likeness using magics. Its not imposing, but subtle, one can only see it on moonless skys, which is when its form illuminates from the rock with a soft pale blue glow which can be seen from afar at the right angles, Regardless, if you desire it or not the mountains of mistpeak all but worship your name. Going their and speaking of their natures as perverted or judging them would shatter confidence that our natures may at last be seen as welcomed"<br><br>Angela then produced a crystal flute from a wrapped cloth and presented it to the hero of Aurora<br><br>"What has been asked of my nature is crude but thinking of you makes it pleasurable and an honor, I know what more I ask in return may just be as crude to you but to me its ... me, its us. Its how I am part of everything else personally. Although one action in itself is crude just like one note being blown on a flute or pipe seems out of place. With many, in combination, harmony of lust it becomes music magic to us, which our souls dance to. This flute represents this, our gift to you, and our hope you would see our nature through the eyes that can see through the crudity of our instrumentation, to its music, clarity and perfection."<br><br>Aryia seemed impressed and taken back by the last speech of Angela so much so she caugh her breath. <br><br>"Angela, perhaps you should be Mistpeaks ambassador not I" Aryia smiled<br><br>The crystal flute was perfectly transparent fashioned from what must have been a master crafted and looked exceptionally fragile.<br>.. which was presented to Akara with a flourish. All witches present seemed anxious to see what Akara would do or say next, none more than Aryia.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 11:39:59</strong>
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				Akara listened to both Aryia and Angela speak with great attention her face passive showing nothing of the thoughts flickering behind her dark eyes. Weather need at the last battle or not is still annoyed her a great deal that she didn't know that others needed her here. No the knowledge would not have changed anything Akara still would have been in the battle doing what was required of her but she didn't like secrets nor the feeling that things were being kept from her.<br><br>The description of Mistpeak sounded something quiet like a paradise rich and beautiful unspoiled, in many ways reminded her of the vast deserts she loved so much for just that reason. She was impressed that they lived an entire culture striving to keep a place so unsullied. there was a purity to that Akara found herself envying. So few put value on such a thing it was a bit awe inspiring to realize an entire culture put great value in the practice.<br><br>The flow of the description changed to a more sexual nature and Akara felt her discomfort rise. Her people were much like main stream Albion in it's sexual culture out side of the fringe harem life style of course but even that wasn't the issue that discomforted Akara. She was celibate. Save for a single lover in her youth, a clumsy ill-fated attempt at love making that had been painful and uncomfortable Akara had never found much use for the practice. If nothing else the threat of disease or pregnancy would have driven her from indulging if lack of pleasure had not already done so. Akara knew she was odd in her disinterest and was not so naive as to not have learned the kind of pleasure sex could bring she'd just avoided it. her life had been about blood and battle not bedding. She scares had time to think of such things till now.<br><br>Even with her discomfort Angela spoke with an eloquence and love that showed how purely she thought of it, how natural it was for her in her thinking even if talking about it with a stranger was uncomfortable. <br><br>The only break in Akara's sonic gaze was a quick blink of surprise when Angela mentioned wanting to be her lover. It was quiet a thing for she knew of only the harem woman who practiced in the art of sex with their own gender and those woman were not the type Akara had ever been in contact with. The idea played in Akara's mind for far too long and her gaze flicked over the pretty girl with hair like spun sunshine and eyes as blue as the sky. Part of her wanted to toss the idea from her mind out right but curiosity lingered far longer then she would have suspected.<br><br>When Aryia started speaking again she relaxed a bit visibly. Aryia was a friend one who she'd battled with and in her culture it built a form of trust that few outside it could understand. Ayria cut through a great deal of Akara's discomfort and put into perspective the weight of her judgement. For some that weight might have been crippling, a thing to make them crumble to their knees but for Akara it put her on even footing. They weren't asking for personal favors but for a judgement that would ripple out and effect many, Akara was used to such things and as always was honor bound to do what was best for not only herself but her people and in this case Aryia's as well.<br><br>Angela's final speech was beautiful and Akara let herself smile. The people of Mistpeak were people of art and beauty in a way Akara doubted she would never understand though she appreciated them for they reminded her what in life was worth all the death she surrounded herself with.<br><br>The flute presented with a flourish was beautiful and for a moment Akara was afraid to even touch it least she break such a fragile thing. She bowed her head to the witches before her clearing her throat before speaking, "You all honor and humble me. While our culture are vastly different it is both our desires to be understood and accepted as we are. We would no more want to see change brought o Mistpeak more then we would want change brought forcibly to our own shores. And while I doubt we will ever fully understand the intricacies of each of our separate cultures we should strive for that understand for only then can we live in harmony with one another." She said speaking for her people as their representative of Aurora as was her place. gentle hands took the flute a fingertip caressing the smooth cool length of it in near wonderment before she lifted her gaze once more to both Aryia and Angela.<br><br>"What you ask of me personally is harder. I don't wish to deny you what you need or what is so vital in your life nor essential in your culture. I wouldn't dream of asking you to change your entire lifestyle to fit my own, not when you've already gifted me so much already but as I've said our cultures are vastly different and beyond that my personal experience in such matter is rather lacking." She said a wry self mocking smile crossing her lips.<br><br>"I can honestly say I have no idea of the nature of your needs I would rather experience any more then I can say what sort of bow I'd rather use." She said referencing to the fact that she'd never so much as used a bow in her life. "Though I will not ask you to refrain for my sake." She said calmly shifting on the balls of her feet so the silk around her rippled like water caressing her body. "Since you know best what you want and need," Akara said speaking directly to Angela, "I will accept whatever it is you wish to indulge in within reason. I don't wish to be distracted by unwanted sensations in the middle of battle when focus is the difference between life or death but during idle times, you may do as you please. As for what you and Aria desire...orally" she said stumbling over the word, "I'll will try it but I can't yet say if such a thing will continue since inexperience leads me to being hesitant in promising any absolutes in that regard." She lifted a hand pinching the bridge of her nose, it was the only sign of the stress this conversation put on her besides the tense way she held her body hidden mostly by the fall of her clothing.<br><br>She'd known that she would share sensations with Angela when she put on the armor but it was war, people were dying and she did what she had to do to save lives that other wise might have been lost with little concern for anything else let alone what the cost would be. She found the idea of sharing sensations a bit distressing, is was a lack of control that scared Akara who was always in complete control but after hearing the description of the way their life is she could no more tell the girl no then she could tell a young boy in her own city not to learn to fight, it was that ingrained in them and Akara had no right to demand she change, in truth she wouldn't want her to she just idly wished she'd had considered everything before altering both their lives to much.<br><br>"Though I'm sure this...relationship with take time for us each to adjust to I'm sure a harmony can be achieved between not only the two of us but both our great lands. We will set an example for other Laraley and Larahan pairs for we are symbiotic now both needing each other, and neither should suffer for the bond unduly." She said with a smile forcing herself to relax. With a wave of her hand she summoned Adam forward. He lead the speckled white stallion and a more slender grey mare who'd arrived while the group had talked. <br><br>"A gift from Aurora to Mistpeak, for without the great witches of the mountain we would not be hear today. And while others may call you different or crude" Akara said a flicker of an amused smile curving her lips as she used their own description, "Those of my land, my people and myself will now and forever call you friend." She said stepping back to present the fine breeding pair that was from her own horses bloodline known for being fast and hearty, agile and nimble, spirited and loyal. In Aurora a horse was life for it could save you when little else could, they were of higher value then homes or even great gems. It was a great gift to a people she greatly respected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 15:35:06</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Castle Courtyard<br>(present: Aryia, Angela (Akara's Lanley), Akara, and two other witches)<br></strong></div><br>The crystal flute was received graciously which was highly symbolic for the witches, and all visible relaxed the moment the Hero of Aurora handled it. All eyes watched the proud warriors motions intently. The moment she took it Aryia explained its use<br><br><strong>"It is stronger than it looks and will act as a true flute if you wish to learn its use, furthermore if you bring it to your lips and whisper<br>the name of a Mistpeak witch that you know well they will be able to hear a whisper of your next sentence. This can only be done<br>three times a day and can be used to signal to Angela when you are in an idle time or if such a time abruptly ceases. <br>Or contact to myself to give warning or other such messages. It only works one way however, we will hear one sentence in the wind but we will not be able to talk back."</strong><br><em><br>"What you ask of me personally is harder. I don't wish to deny you what you need or what is<br>&nbsp;so vital in your life nor essential in your culture. I wouldn't dream of asking you to change your entire lifestyle to fit my own, not when you've already gifted me so much already but as I've said our cultures are vastly different and beyond that my <br>personal experience in such matter is rather lacking." She said a wry self mocking smile crossing her lips.<br></em><br>Angela and Aryia both seemed about to talk at once, then at a glance and a head tilt Aryia let Angela speak<br><br><strong>"This has to change as soon as possible, I understand some cultures think that restraint or lack of such living is virtuous or makes doing so later<br>more special we firmly disagree, culturally such a stance is more at odds with our values than can easily be expressed, such parts of ones form be like musical instruments, only through learning and refining can development and art of their music be found. All parts of your body get better at what they do most often. Health of such sacred parts, yours and that of other heros is vital for true spiritual balance."<br></strong><br>Then Aryia added ... quickly<br><strong><br>"We understand your culture is different and to us those not doing so is sad and trigger's illness later, to others those doing so often is deemed <br>dismissive of cultural virtuous from restraint. To us such is truely flowers of the body, cultrues which hide them or place conditions of their flowering <br>is like visiting a plant who has its flowers turn away from you. To us they speak with a truer language that we hold in high regard. In mistpeak<br>exposure of privates or attempts at lovemaking is like shaking hands, and a flower-friendship, offered in trust as one, not of separate intentions,<br>if you do visit so please understand this. I can write letters of request or explanation to your homeland explaining hopes we have for ambassadors"<br></strong><br><br><em>"I can honestly say I have no idea of the nature of your needs I would rather experience any more then I can say what sort of bow I'd rather use." She said referencing to the fact that she'd never so much as used a bow in her life. "Though I will not ask you to refrain for my sake." She said calmly shifting on the balls of her feet so the silk around her rippled like water caressing her body. "Since you know best what you want and need," Akara said speaking directly to Angela, "I will accept whatever it is you wish to indulge in within reason. I don't wish to be distracted by unwanted sensations in the middle of battle when focus is the difference between life or death but during idle times, you may do as you please. As for what you and Aria desire...orally" she said stumbling over the word, "I'll will try it but I can't yet say if such a thing will continue since inexperience leads me to being hesitant in promising any absolutes in that regard." She lifted a hand pinching the bridge of her nose, it was the only sign of the stress this conversation put on her besides&nbsp; the tense way she held her body hidden mostly by the fall of her clothing.<br><br></em>At this Aryia and Angela exchanged worried glances<br><br>"Without being needed or useful this way if its not valued, how else can ... " Angela started<br><br>"With other cultures typically trust in most matters is formed before such things is even considered, with us such agreements are made for trust in other matters to emerge,our culture values regularity as a necessity, we detest the therm familiarity breeds contempt, to use familiarity forms oneness vital for peace and understanding. For many truths are known in the hieight of pleasure, especially the formation of new desires, which is intrinsic to our culture developing." - Aryia added<br><br>"Perhaps knowing more of what it involves could help" - Angela added<br><br>To which Aryia nodded<br><br><strong>"My Councillors mentioned your warrior tradition gives more time for sword work than such things, but rest assured your <br>own inexperience is something that we can see to. We culturally view our role to see to your centers development and no need other than<br>you relaxing in poses Angela or I or both can control is necessary. Although ideally we wish it every night, the poses will change<br>as development of your centers which are very underdeveloped from what you have said will need you used to relaxing in several ways which<br>we can hold. If you let us manage the position of your hips and legs we can see to the rest. It is only demanding of your time, perhaps <br>an hourglass a night ? But I understand if you do desire to experience a few sessions before deciding what time you feel appropriate in the future<br>If you feel all of your centers deserve such attention at once we can easily manage two more witches when the need<br>arises. I can request a certain hour being reserved for us so those at court know not to request audience at such times, May we try tonight,<br>it is in Mistpeaks own interest as well as ours personally to ensure its such your comfortable for it to continue and fit into your lifestyle"&nbsp; </strong><br><em><br>"A gift from Aurora to Mistpeak, for without the great witches of the mountain we would not be hear today. And while others may call you different or crude" Akara said a flicker of an amused smile curving her lips as she used their own description, "Those of my land, my people and myself will now and forever call you friend." She said stepping back to present the fine breeding pair that was from her own horses bloodline known for being fast and hearty, agile and nimble, spirited and loyal. In Aurora a horse was life for it could save you when little else could, they were of higher value then homes or even great gems. It was a great gift to a people she greatly respected.<br></em><br>The other two witches that had not spoken took the horses with deep bows and lead them away from the courtyard<br><br>Aryia looked stunned<br><strong><br>"Such steeds are priceless as they do represent the lands of the great shifting sands. We will let them roam free through Mistpeak's greenfields.<br>May they spend most of their time in proud coupling as one"</strong><br><br>The last sentence was said in reverence to which both Angela and Aryia murmured in unison as if in a prayer. Then Aryia and Angela both were all smiles, and instinctively both placed a hands on one of Akara hips with fingers splayed widely while looking directly at her opposite breast to the side they were touching.<br><br><strong>"Words for forming understandings for what is most sacred." </strong> they said in unison and lingered for three breaths before taking a step back releasing their touch.<br><br>Aryia seemed very pleased and her restless tugging of her own hair ceased and her proud posture soon returned<br><strong><br>"Here this gives one a summary of many things vital to understand of our culture, having something similar of yours could prevent<br>either of us insulting the other accidentally"</strong><br><br>Aryia handed over a scroll to the Hero of Auroa and nodded while smiling broadly <br><br>(OOC: Ie it effectively list all the stuff in the&nbsp; Mistpeak (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89195.msg3903696#msg3903696) link as well as a detailed map ))<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 23:45:26</strong>
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				As the two were talking they did not notice a horse come up through the gate. Its rider well known to everyone in the Kingdom. The Royal Guards in the courtyard snapped to attention as the man dismounted. The sound of his boots hitting the gravel was loud and powerful. Two guards walked up to the man, one taking the reins of the horse the other walking up to the man.<br><br>(http://i26.servimg.com/u/f26/14/56/80/12/2_game10.jpg)<br><br>"<em>Good morning Prime Minister</em>" said the guard giving a slight, respectful nod of the head.<br><br>"<strong>Morning, I assume my brother is still bedridden?</strong>" Said Logan as if without emotion as he slowly took off his riding gloves and handing them to the other guard. Logan saw the conversation being discussed between the Mistpeak and Auroua representatives. "<strong>I see the harpies have arrived to pick at the Kings strength once more...</strong>" Logan said quietly.<br><br>"<em>Yes sir....His Majesty is quite weak after being in a heated discussion with the witc.....Mistpeak Represenative</em>" said the guard having to correct his speech quickly.<br><br>"<strong>I see. Let the rest of today's petitioners know that I will hear them instead of the King, he requires his rest.</strong>" Logan said looking through the days agenda while slowly walking towards the main doors. The guard quickly nodding and leaving to do as instructed. Logan stopped near the two women. Putting the papers underneath his armpit and his hands behind his back. Seeing the exchange of items peaked his interest.<br><br>"<strong>Trading secrets or just bribes today?</strong>" Logan said looking at both of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 03:13:03</strong>
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				At logans arrival Aryia's eyes narrowed and the calmness that held her and Angela a moment before evaporated. Always speaking from her heart Aryia unleashed a tirade of frustration that had been building for weeks.<br><br>"Logan, where is the king ?" Many of the disagreements Aryia fought with concerned Logan's station, a fight she felt compelled to make while the hero's were elsewhere. <br><br>"So much talk of him being sick, but his Lanley mentions he has not worn his armour, the armour should help with such things, it exists to extend health of the wearer, she changed into a lanley for a reason, such that those that are good keep their health to be good for others"<br><br>The implication was direct but Aryia was livid for Mistpeak had been ordered to release thier ships to logans banner, and their new crew filled with faces none had seen before, this was a horrid blow to Mistpeak which relied on the ships to trade for grain, luckily they had reserves, but nothing so far put in place to keep them stocked. Within months Mispeak will be in as bad a shape as the lands that were overtaken. it was such a shame the other heros were elsewhere for much had happened in their absence. <br><br>"Mistpeaks flotilla of prime trading ships you already have much to Mistpeaks and my own amazement, and over half of our witches are now lanleys for your guards, more so our treasury has all but gone into the creation of the armor of the elite force that seem to report to you alone for some reason. For the kings trust ? That we never see ? A king who should be in good health if he donned the armour we spent so much effort perfecting ? A king who's very health can't be seen or checked by the best of the lands healers"<br><br>She then stood and glared at him eye level as his guards around him tense and will users about Aryia looked about worriedly<br><br>"Riches captured from lands we have been reclaiming all go towards the kings Treasury, some goes to the heros but what of the lands that we are reclaiming ? All these promises that they will, and such matters are beyond what I can fathom ? Your scheming something, perhaps its your bribes and secrets you should expose to us for I am sure you have more !"<br><br>"I bet it was you that refuted my request for Angela's messages to be sent to Akara, regardless Logan, don't assume its up to us to prove loyalty, I demand that our healers see the king !!"<br><br>Strangely despite Aryia's constant fighting with the king, at least the king's reasons and duty made sense and was good, furthermore the king's lanley and the king had grown close, but so far she had also been refused to see to him. This made all the witches uneasy, requests by logan not to mention this to other heros raised Aryia's concerns, and the list of them grew faster than she could keep count. <br><br>"And where are the other heros ? All sent away so you can keep your secrets away from those smart and strong enough to prevent your schemings spreading ?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 03:27:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">Akara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3893069#msg3893069)</div><br>The bit of information on the flute was met with a look of interest. A useful tool indeed. She glanced down the the flute once again sparkling in the sun light. It really was vastly pretty. Stroking the smooth surface once more she tucked it into a pocket woven within the layers of her silk costume. She could feel the weight of it against her skin, it would serve as a reminder of Angela and her needs.<br><br>Akara nodded her understanding as the two were quick to tell her how much her own restraint clashed with their way of life. She could almost feel the shifting of sands beneath her feet, the way they did just before a big sand storm that would alter the entire landscape. That was what this felt like, like her how world was changing around her and she had no point of reference to keep her eyes on.<br><br>The amount of time they wanted wasn't so great that it should of scared a warrior such as Akara but she did find herself a touch scared. They were asking something of her she wasn't comfortable with but she wasn't an innocent nor a virgin. And while she would have preferred to avoid the practice for the rest of her life she would take this hurtle like anything else. She nodded sharply "An hour glass a night then we can figure out in detail what will be acceptable in the future."<br><br>The gift was well received which of course was good. they were fine animals though she smirked when they said they'd let them roam free tempted to shake her head. Some of the best animals in her stables and they were to run wild and free untamed. She was sure they'd be happy but she couldn't help the moment of feeling it was a waste such fine animals put out to pasture, never to be challenged again.<br><br>They were smile and then they were touching her. Akara fought against the urge to flinch away. She wasn't adverse to being touched though admittedly it was mostly while in mock fights other touched her rather in a nature Akara was far too aware of as being sexual. When they let go she couldn't help the soft sigh of relief, this was going to be harder then she cared to admit. "Thank you, I'll be sure to study it carefully." Akara said with a light incline of her head handing it to Adam who'd watched the last exchange with a great deal of humor. Who would have thought the great flower of the desert could be so flustered by something so mundane.<br><br>The privacy of the moment was disrupted by a voice that caused a flicker of ill humor to cross Adam's face and made Akara go stiff her eyes narrow dangerously. She turned listening to Aryia heated words. News of the kings illness was a bit of a shock to the girl. <br><br>"It seems you've been quiet busy Logan. While I've been saving Albion you've once more been trying to rule it." She said dryly "But alas that's come to an end." She said with complete ease, her confidence was unmatched. "Come Aryia, Angela. I've come to see the king not his usurper of a brother and if he's health is really in such a fragile state it seems you two would be needed." Akara said lifted her chin her stance shifting just a bit as did her grip on the hilt of her sword showing she would use it if needed. There was a daring look in her eyes that practically begged Logan to do something stupid like try to keep her from seeing her king.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 04:04:48</strong>
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				Logan's eye twitched with the audacity to throw such accusations against him. Logan was used to being the one in charge, now "the usurper" was being pushed into a corner. The Royal Guard all around were getting tense, such a public display of rebellious attitude would surely get in the local paper sooner than a candle could be lit. Aryia's outburst was sending Logan over the edge, yet the guard didn't want to take sides for fear of retribution from either side.<br><br>"<strong>Mistpeak has been granted to many privileges already! Its hard enough trying to keep the gossip in town to a minimal without you coming to the castle on your moral high horse and talking about how mistpeak has been wronged in such horrifying manner! The King has been to lenient with your people simply because of your "culture". Well pardon me but Fuck Your Culture! Its high time they learned to accept they are the Kings subjects not his children, and should stop being treated as spoiled brats. Half this country has been torn apart by war and all mistpeak has to offer is bitching about their land being defiled and how mistreated they are! Mistpeak needs to learn once and for all that they are not special just because they are different, All of this is Albion, learn to accept that there will be changes and you wont like them!</strong>" Yelled Logan starting to make a scene.<br><br>Logans face of rage was only increased seeing Akara take charge of the situation, Logan was going to reach for his sword, when a loud voice rang out across the courtyard.<br><br>"SURELY this is just a farce of political upheaval! Or would it be proper that two of the Kings Loyal subjects are fighting about matters that are rightfully his to decide?!" Yelled a voice from the respected commander of the Royal Gaurd, Captain Vorhess. Peronally appointed by the King to be his protector. The captain continued to walk up towards the scwabble ending it in its tracks. "For if it is the latter choice, I could see nothing but treasonous activities going on in public view, fully within view of his Majesties people who unfortunatly take things out of context am I correct?" Said the Captain turning both sides of the argument against each other.<br><br>"I am sure the King would be willing to see his two most trusted advisors do you not think so <em>Prime Minister</em>?" Asked Vorhess, politely daring him to challenge the authority of the Kings Guard.<br><br>Logan swallowed his pride in face of such authority, releasing his grip on his sword slowly. "<strong>No Im sure he wouldn't....</strong>" said Logan then walking away.<br><br>"Good I would hope the Prime Minister was looking out for the Kings opinions and not his own." Vorhess said in conclusion.<br><br>"I shall escort you to the King, but be warned if I see the King is beginning to relapse into further illness you will be escorted from the Castle" Said Vorhess moving to the side and letting them pass without further complication.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 05:54:19</strong>
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				"<em>Privileges </em>? Half our best witches live in service to your guard, and our ships ! They were made of wood fallen naturally ! Not one beam from a tree cut before its time ... they took an age to make, and are a work of art ! They better still serve the river grain trade when we need it, and you better pray I don't hear wind they are being converted into a navy .... "<br><br>She then fell silent as the captain spoke his piece. Aryia was livid but Angela quickly urged her to move with the captain to be escorted to the king. One battle at a time. It seemed more powerplays were relevant than even Aryia thought. How was logan so powerful so suddenly ?<br><br>As Aryia and Angela fell in locked step with Akara nearby Angela whispered quickly to Aryia<br><br>"I didn't tell Akara that the sensations are not the end of it, its not just a feeling she will share but her body will adopt the poses mine adopt while it happens, her own body will be moved in the same way mine would be from touches of sacred kind, she may think her warrior discipline to ignore pain will manage it being in the background, but her body's movements will mimic mine exactly as if invisible forces are managing her directly, .... even if she isn't wearing the armor, its linked to her now this way, some of the ... " - Angela said loud enough for Akara to hear if she was listening.<br><br>"Another time Angela.... I doubt Akara is caring for such things now, she is worried about her own land, and so she should. Im worried too, oh what have I done ? " - Aryia replied then walked closer to Akara, <br><br>"Akara, I fear what may soon be in Logan's hands. If the lanleys for his elite guard are also under his thumb .. we have a problem, he could turn them on us, or any who resist his commands, he has Mistpeaks flotilla, perhaps eight ships in total, they are not that fast and need to hug the river and coast, but they can carry large amounts of cargo... "<br><br>Soon they were outside the kings chamber only to see Roseanna, the kings Lanley pacing outside the doorway impatently, while two guards sided the doorway with anxious eyes.<br><br>(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ANDRSdq3bU/TcKUxfryJjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mJuiFYL72jw/s1600/Camelot-Episode-1-6top.jpg)<br><br>Seeing those approach Roseanna bowed deeply to Ayria and Akara then nodded briefly to the witches and guards that escorted the group.<br><br>"Aryia ! Heavens bless ! Talk some sense into these guards please !! They will not let me see the king ! I'm his Lanley, how ridiculus if I can't !! They say its logans orders !! The king even REQUESTED an audience with me this morning !! But logan told the guards not to trust me !!I have not seen him in days !! "<br><br>"Still?" Aryia then turned to the captain of the guard "Vorhess whats going on ? Roseanna is the kings Lanley for heavens sakes ! She was chosen due to her sense of duty ! "<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 06:27:47</strong>
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				Vorhess had a worried look on his face, the group could see that even through his elaborate face mask/helmet that every Royal Guard wears. The Captain had always been a sort of negotiator between all the various factions vying for power within the Kingdom, most of his trials were to try and keep the King out of the political lime light as much as he could. Although it was becoming harder and harder to do so with Logan now in the picture. He had proven his loyalty to the King during the last battle against the Hollowmen by taking a Rochette bullet to his own Armour, pushing the King out of the path of the deadly projectile. While it was only a small wound it showed how loyal a simple soldier could be to his King. The King had immediately named him Captain of the Royal Guard, and his personal enforcer. Charging Vorhess with making sure that his will was done the way he wanted it to be. Vorhess had more than taken the old spot of Sir Walter Beck as the Kings confidant. Thus he had garnered alot of respect within the Kingdom and within the Royal Guard, he was not just their commanding officer, but he was like a father to them.<br><br>"Gods above its gotten worse than I thought..." said Vorhess under his breath. He walked up to the two soldiers who then stood at attention. "Samson, Grunder, you better have a damn good excuse for this..." He asked, one of the things he tried to do as a leader was get to know each soldier under his command. Ask him about any person in his unit and he could tell you their life story.<br><br>(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110527153018/fable/images/f/f4/FableIII_cartwright.jpg)<br><br>"<em>Sir, The King said that Logan was his Regent as long as he was confined to bed, he was very specific with his wording sir that Logan was to be obeyed...</em>" Said Samson, the younger of the two soldiers, a moderately experienced Royal Guard member who had only seen a couple skirmishes during the Hollowmen invasion.<br><br>"Bullshit! You know better than to go back on the word of your King over his appointed!" Yelled Vorhess at the two of them.<br><br>"<em>Sir we don't know who to trust anymore! Logan's taken over all the duties of the King, but both his supporters and supposed enemies keep telling us that they are in the right, we don't know sir!</em>" Said Samson trying to defend their position. Thats when a gloved hand came across the room and smacked the soldiers helmet up side the head making the soldier focus on him.<br><br>"Who do you serve?!" Yelled Vorhess right next to his ear.<br><br>"<em>THE KING SIR!</em>" said both the soldiers reciting their training when they first became a Royal Guardsmen.<br><br>"Good, then make sure that stays in your heads, and also make sure that everyone in the Guard barracks knows that to, I will not hear anymore of this, I dont know who to trust anymore bullshit. You take orders from me and the King, NO ONE ELSE UNDER STOOD?!?" Vorhess said in conclusion.<br><br>"<em>SIR YES SIR!</em>" They both shouted in unison.<br><br>"Your relieved of your post, get out of my sight NOW" Vorhess was angry now and everyone could see it. Both of the guards snapped a quick salute and left the hallway going to the Kings private bedchambers.<br><br><br>"Now even the Royal Guard doesn't know who they work for anymore, Gods above this is a mess. " Vorhess concluded putting his hands on his hips and sighing, not looking at the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 08:38:08</strong>
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				Roseanna (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ANDRSdq3bU/TcKUxfryJjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mJuiFYL72jw/s1600/Camelot-Episode-1-6top.jpg) (The king's Lanley)&nbsp; breathed a sigh of relieve "Thankyou Captain" and curtsied quickly before turning to open the doors herself and rush to the kings bed.<br><br>"Lords ! He looks frightening !"&nbsp; Angela (http://img.ezinemark.com/imagemanager2/files/30000560/2011/06/2011-06-28-21-52-05-9-taylor-swifts-relationship-with-pop-singer-joe.jpeg) (Akara's Lanley) seemed more than taken back by the deathly pale texture of the kings skin "I have not seen such a thing"<br><br>"Nor have I" Roseanna murmured "Perhaps these lands have ailments we don't know of, healing magic is far from trivial, and I am not the best at it, none really claim to be in fear that all would expect them to be able to bring the dead back to life" Quickly Roseanna felt his forehead then inspected the kings eyes and mouth being careful not to touch him.<br><br>Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535) crossed her arms and inhaled her breath slowly.<br><br>"I had disagreements with him but even I don't like to see the king so ill, especially if he is to make Logan regeant.&nbsp; I have half a mind to think that Logan poisoned his own brother while spinning trickery into the ears of his weakened and impressionable state"<br><br>Roseanna then looked at both with a smile that seemed very out of place.<br><br>"What could you possibly find funny about this Roseanna, we were finally making progress with the king's expectations then this ... "<br>- Aryia snapped<br><br>"Its not the king. Its a wax dummy!" Roseanna then removed a knife from her belt then pressed it against its jaw, sure enough the jaw crumpled under its pressure, in the same way wax would, doing it to three more places proved her point. <br><br>"A damn good impression of the king, but ... I think we know why logan didn't want healers nearby"<br><br>Roseanna then whipped the blankets off the bed, to reveal his form mainly made up of straw.<br><br>"Clothing is the kings, hands and face are wax the rest is straw, a very good impression, none would be able to tell even at a hands distance, this was planned, someone couldn't make this so well overnight, this has been brewing for weeks"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 09:16:10</strong>
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				<div align="center">Akara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3893069#msg3893069)</div><br>Akara was sonic threw the Logans brash words but had tensed when he went for his swords her blood leaping as her adrenaline soared with the mere thought of crossing blades with him, spilling his blood across the courtyard. Unfortunately someone with far more patients at least when it came to Logan broke up what have given a few more minute have been a blood bath.<br><br>Akara followed the others mostly observant after that. Logan was obviously a thorn and the castle seemed in orderly chaos. How could it happen so quickly? Months ago she was here and the king was well ordering her about in his over handed way and being a general pain in the ass since she hadn't wanted to bring troops with her but they often clashed on the point, hence Adam.<br><br>The most disturbing thing was the guards who seemed to have taken the orders of Logan over that of their king. Akara's dark eyes glittered with anger at the her displeasure radiating off her almost palpable. Logan it seemed had much to answer for.<br><br>last was the wax dummy in the place of the king and Akara's temper was strained to breaking. Someone took her king. She wanted to tear apart the walls of the castle with her bare hands. "No one can no he's gone, and Logan can't know we know he's missing." She said her voice calm. "Someone is playing a dangerous game kidnapping the king. While we'd all like to believe it was Logan myself included he needed help of someone in the castle, his own people and if we let him know we know of his deception..." She trailed away looking scared, it was a rare expression on the girls face and showed how young she really was. Nineteen was really too young to have seen as much as she had.<br><br>"If he finds out we know we may all be in danger."&nbsp; she took a breath before turning to Vorhess. "Captain Vorhess . The king spoke of you often, held you in high regard. He trusted you. You held his trust so you hold mine. I need you to find out who's been in this room. Someone took the king and my bet is Logan didn't sling him over his shoulders and waltz out with him. Don't over look servants they often know a great deal about the goings on of the castle. finding the king is the most important thing right now."<br><br>With the Akara turned to look at Aryia, "The Lanley's are connected to their Larahan. Is there any way to find out where the king is through that connection?" She asked grasping to anything that might help them find the missing monarch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 11:00:23</strong>
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				Ayria shrugged her open jaw agape, for a moment before blinking twice realizing Angela was asking her a question<br><br>"I don't know ... most of what we have learned is from what others have told me, sometimes they have a strong connection sometimes they don't perhaps its random"<br><br>"I know I could find you, well I think I could" Angela added to Akara<br><br>To this Rosanna sniffed while repairing the damage her knife did to the wax sculpture. <br><br>"It depends on how long they wear the armor, if they barely touch it no blend occurs, but over time the bodies to gain stronger connections. This is why Angela could sense where you are even if you didn't have the armor on at the time, Akara has spent all her time fighting with it on, so the connection is strong and will stay strong, Akara's armour will refuse other wearers now. Because the king didn't wear his, I would be able to locate his armour I am linked to but I have no more of an idea of how to find the king than others. This was one main reason I wanted to talk to him, to ensure he bonded with it, alas we were too late"<br>- Roseanna continued "Because Akara has, Angela and Akara would also formed the litherin connection, but I am sure you both already know that"<br><br>At this Aryia looked abased "I don't think Angela got around to explaining that part yet"<br><br>"Best she does so now before Akara has her head, warriors do and by the look of Akara's eyes I don't think she is in the mood for secrets or surprises Angela. Don't mess with warriors of the shifting sands, they can summon storms within them, you have heard the stories of her sword-play. She is about as dangerous as they come, don't make assumptions"<br><br>Roseanna finished repairing the dummy, returned the blankets and thrusted her knife back into her belt.<br><br>Angela then seemed breathless then looked to Akara fearfully, her eyes often drifting to the sword at Akara's hip<br><br>"The litherin is a term the lanleys adopted, it relates to the shared sensations during sacred times the lanley's experience that I touched on."... Angela started, much to Roseanna's crossed-arms amusement before Angela looked to the kings lanley "This isnt the time, not here"<br><br>Rosesanna shook her head "Now is the time secrets must not exist, trust is the issue more than time Angela, we have lost the king because I couldn't form the bond, don't be a fool and throw the opportunity I didn't have away, tell her quickly then we can move on"<br><br>At this Angela seemed put out but with stiff lips she looked to all, but mostly her eyes rested on the sword of the Hero of Aurora<br><br>"Its not just feelings of whats happening to me you will experience, your body will be effected in exactly the same way during those times. If someone pinches my skin and pulls, not only will you feel the same but you will see your own skin pinched and pulled, poses you will adopt will be identical, it would be as if invisible hands managed you, not just the feelings of them, like a puppet your body will be subjected to identially whats happening to me"<br><br>She was trembling waiting for Akara to lash out with her blade<br><br>"With that in mind if you wish to take back your decision that I can be myself I understand ... " Angela's shoulders then slumped expecting whatever judgement Akara had in mind.<br><br>"There that wasn't so hard was it?" Roseanna said sarcastically without looking to Akara then pointed to the wax dummy. "Lady Akara is right we have to get out of this room and act like we were never let in, angry at the guards refusing entry"<br><br>Aryia nodded.<br><br>"Lets talk things over over wine, the courtyard has outdoor tables three stone throws away from others, its secluded, shall we meet there within the hour ?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 12:57:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">Akara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3893069#msg3893069)</div><br>Akara was getting damn sick of things sneaking up on her. It was a sad fact when she'd rather throw herself back into bloody battle rather the face other one of the Mistpeak witch's secrets. Had she not been in a rather foul mood she might have quirked a smirk of amusement at Rosanna. Later she would laugh about it, Adam would find it vastly amusing, summon storms. If only.<br><br>Instead Akara look near unapproachable her back ram rod stiff her hand balanced on her hips her eyes narrowed with distaste. She watched Angela hesitate and felt her anxiety and anger grow. She'd already asked for them to explain, how much worse could any of it be? She would already feel everything the girl would be indulging in and given her consent for the girl to do as she pleased wasn't that enough?<br><br>Her question was soon answer as Angela her eyes fixed away from her face and on the hilt of her sword as if she greatly feared for her life she explain Akara wouldn't only feel everything but would lose control of her body during the activities. <br><br>Akara didn't say a word though her jaw was tense with anger and she turned sharply pacing the room with sharp angry steps ripping her fingers through her hair in a way that was sure to hurt. Her thoughts swirled dangerously at the realization there was nothing she could do. The bond was formed and without killing the girl in cold blood even taking off the armor and never donning it again may not be enough to undo their magic. <br><br>"An hour." Akara agreed before striding out of the room quickly her long legged stride and her anger propelling her forward. Unless someone tried to stop her she'd march out of the castle and down to the lists where the guards and would be knights trains and where Adam lounged.<br><br>he'd never seen his mistress look so foully. She'd seen the devastation of towns and the death of hundreds and not once did she ever look so torn between pure anger and helplessness. The other men unused to females joining them watched as Akara shed the layers of silk that so well hid her body down to a pair of loose gauzy pants that hug obscenely low on her hips and a sleeveless top that cover her chest but left her mid drift bare. her suit of flower armor lay near transparent against her skin.<br><br>"Adam." She said sharply drawing her sword and flipping her hair over her shoulder letting it ripple freely in the wind behind her. Adam got up and took off his vest before joining her drawing his own blade. The two fought like dancers. Adam had strength while Akara had sped, the sound of clashing metal, and grunts filled the court yard as Akara rid herself of her her tension and Adam as always tried to show well against her.<br><br>Unless interrupted they would spend the next 45 minutes there fighting a mock battle until their breath turned short and sweat made their skin glisten in the bright sunlight. Only then when Akara felt in control again would she give Adam a flicker of a smile and let her give his exaggerated sigh of pleasure as they halted their game.<br><br>"You did better this time" Akara said breathlessly going to the side bucket and taking a drink fro the dipper there scooping up hand fulls of water to rinse her face with.<br><br>"Maybe I'll beat you one of these days." He said with a good natured grin flicking water at her idly. <br><br>Akara smile and gave a careless shrug, "Maybe. Did you see the blond girl with Aryia?"<br><br>"The pretty one?" Adam asked playfully causing Akara to shake her head.<br><br>" Angela yes. Watch out for her. She my lanley so...anyway." Akara looked uncomfortable as she picked up the silks and started to wrap them back around her body.<br><br>Adam lifted a hand to help her drape the fabric around her shoulders and nodded, "Don't worry about it Flower I'll take care of her."<br><br>"I hate when you call me that" Akara said finishing with the silk and turning to face him a stern look in her dark eyes.<br><br>"I can't help if that's what they call you Desert Flower." He said teasing in his voice.<br><br>Annoyed and amused as she usually was when faced with Adam Akara shook her head before walking away knowing he'd fall in step behind her as she made her way to meet with the others once more slowly coming to terms with how extreme the changes she was about to face were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 13:59:58</strong>
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				Tables were placed about a foot deep into soft ground shrubs that covered the grounds for about a square mile<br><br><div align="center">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQXPnNprHMc/TlGBNDx1jsI/AAAAAAAAHYg/2habILJ9esQ/s1600/ireland-glade.jpg)</div><br>On a rustic wooden table sprawled a magnificent feast and on matching chairs three witches waited, all three with very different postures<br><br>"Do you think she will kill me for not saying so earlier ?" Angela said to the table distantly<br><br>"Well she might, she doesn't really need the armor, and if the thought of you being linked to her distracts<br>her more than the armour helps her, then the link is a liability isnt it ? Being a warrior ... "<br><br>Roseanna smirked evilly while popping a grape from the table into her mouth and giving Angela an evil wink.<br><br>"Damn it you two stop it" Aryia was again subconsciously tugging her hair and seemed to ceaselessly change her position on the chairs<br>"Angela, she knows your new to this also and fearful of her wrath, I heard she was dueling with another swordmaster, she will<br>likely work off her annoyance in the way she is trained for"<br><br>"Or be refining the method to dispose of you poetically" Roseanna murmoured<br><br>Aryia shot Roseanna a glare that would shatter glass then turned to Angela "Roseanna is just jealous she didn't get to the same bond phase you managed <br>with the king, she was hoping for political influence and now she has to work for it"<br><br>Aryia then looked to Roseanna "You were one of the best witches, you gave up a lot for this, the armor is still intact, and still<br>made for a king, what you have sacrificed is not for nothing, it will come we will work on it"<br><br>Roseanna's smirk faded as the truth sunk in "I miss being able to cast the way I did, so far all I get are refusals to see anything, its horrid"<br><br>"Its logan, and well ... Roseanna, please don't scare Angela more than she already is, what good would that do really ?"<br><br>Roseanne nodded then sipped a wine glass before settling it back on the table<br><br>"The armour I am linked to is about two days ride east of here, if its logan that has it or the king or thrown in a ditch I don't know, but <br>it has not moved in hours, I can only sense it if i focus and the location is vague at this distance, because none really wore it I am only loosely aware of its whereabouts."<br><br>"Its something Roseanna, thankyou" - Aryia sipped also<br><br>"What do you think Akara will do?" Angela let her eyes drift to the faces of the others about her<br><br>"Frankly Angela I don't know, It wasn't the time to talk of such things when one is angry with other matters but what is done is done,<br>the understanding the great shifting sands has with mistpeak is on a knife edge, and Akara holds it. Wars have started over less, and from her culture not telling her that could easily be insulting enough to be one and the same thing. Frankly Angela I don't know, if she did kill us all or have the shifting sands declare war against mispeak, many others would agree with her decision or even support her. We would be doomed. I dispatched messages to the other heros to meet us here, hopefully they will receive it in time"<br><br>Aryia then stood and paced the gardens<br><br>"Heavens ! We rid the place of undead together ! this SHOULD be a time for celebration ! and here we are at our nerves end second guessing what others will do and have done, not knowing friends from enemies !"<br><br>"Culture clash" Roseanna snorted then sipped the wine again "It happens"<br><br>Aryia shook her head and sighed "Yes it does, unfortunately"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 14:45:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">Tarot (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg5728702#msg5728702)</div><br>"Ladies... such frustration and anger is very unbecoming of you both. I know you are worried about the situation with the king but ultimately the end result of his life will be death, and should that happen, weather it's soon or a long time off, we should prepare for a shift in power."<br><br>A blue mist had appeared near the two women and before long a body emerged from the mist, Hero pendant in hand as Tarot emerged with a gentle smile and his hand gently warped around the hand of his Laraley.<br><br>"It is good to see you both again, though by now you should have learned how to prevent me from listening in on your conversations."<br><br>Tarot smirked as he placed his pendant in a pocket on the inside of his armor just above his heart. The silver haired warlock joined the small group of people adding his Laraley and the fox companion at his feet to the group of concerned people discussing the unfortunate configuration of the kingdom due to illness and deception. The fox companion immediately jumped up into Tarot's lap sitting up so his head poked over the table as if it was part of the conversation, Tarot absentmindedly began petting the creature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 02:45:02</strong>
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				Ravus strolled up in a carriage, a giant metal contraption (http://www.justguns.com/images/stories/Automatic-Support-Guns/1-The-Gatling-Gun-1.jpg) in the back. He refused the living armor that was offered to him and he lost sight in his left eye as a resulting consequence. There was a little boy sitting next to him as brought the horses to a halt in the Castle courtyard. Ravus laughed and rubbed the boy's hair, "Isaac, if your mother were still alive, she would have beaten you until you tasted Hobbe piss in your mouth." He hopped down and adjusted Moonslight on his waist.&nbsp; He grabbed the boy by the waist and helped him down, Isaac could not have been more than six years old.<br><br>He took a deep breath and exhaled, "smell that boy? That's the scent of a royal pain in my ass." Ravus laughed and unhooked the giant metal beast from the back of the cart and rolled it off. "Do you have the schematics?" Isaac nodded&nbsp; and reached into a saddle bag on the side of the cart and pulled out a small book full of weapon designs. "Atta boy." Ravus took the book and took the boy's hand and they began to walk towards Aryia, Akara and the man he had never seen before. <br><br>"It has been a while, how have you two been?" He looked to each of the women, his milky white eye following in suit. His armor have several more spell cancelling incantations since they first met, fifteen in total. His coat was as white as it had even been, though there were several stitches and patches on his coat since the Hollowman incident. There was a long scar down his right cheek, but it was only seen when he didn't shave, so he kept his beard small and well kept, though it now had two dreads hanging from it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 10:25:33</strong>
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				Ayria seemed to distant to be overly shocked by Tarots sudden appearance but <br>the other two witches sat on their chairs nervously until it was clear that Tarot at least didnt mean any immediate harm.<br><br>"Thanks for your sagely words of inspiring happiness Tarot" Aryia shook her head<br><br>then smiled a little and nodded "Its good to see you again but I don't think we will<br>be getting out of this one that easily. Who to trust and what to do, and which way<br>to focus our attentions is whats has my pulling my hair"<br><br>Aryia sipped her wine then motioned for Tarot to help himself to the food<br><br>"There is enough of this table for all of us, none of us are feeling that hungry<br>at the moment anyway".<br><br>Indeed that was an understatement as fine silvers of meats and a host of fruit<br>as well as cheese and nuts were presented in wooden slates. Large jugs of water and wine and solid glasses also<br>littered the rustic table. It was enough to feed perhaps several families for a week.<br><br>Before more conversation could occur Ravus' appearance took everyones focus<br><br>"Oh lord and I though we could by some miracle be done with those loud machines,<br>now let me guess" Aryia couldn't help but smile ironically, it seemed hell was<br>unfolding before her .. "You have found a design to make things louder for everyone"<br><br>Roseanna laughed "Well Aryia, that attitude doesnt help now does it" retorting smugly<br>"Now there Isaac" Roseanna started leaning forward to inspect the youth.<br><br>"Help youself to the food, have all you want, you can even take as much as <br>you like with you, as long as Ravus tells you it keeps well, I recommend taking <br>some of the cheese and nuts but you can also take fruit with you if you eat it soon enough"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 00:59:45</strong>
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				Coming up on the group Akara gave a smile that just touched her eye though her gaze lingered far more on the other hero's presant rather then the distressing witches of mistpeak. "Tarot! Ravus! How wonderful to see you both again." Akara said taking a seat beside Angela giving her a breif smile that caused Adam behind her to snort before falling silent.<br><br>Settling the silk around her frame shifting a bit on the hard seat Akara popped a grape in her mouth and looked at each person at the table in turn. "Have you told them yet Aryia?" She asked running her fingertips through her dark hair settling it around her shoulders before giving Ayria a pointed look. "They need to know about the king and Logan. The sooner the better." She said.<br><br>If the witches were expecting her to bring up the rather distressing new news about the width and breath of how connected she was to Angela they would be sadly disappointed. Akara made no mention of the subject that she found to be of a highly personal nature. Her only hint of distress lingering was the fact she had not said a direct word to any of them though she hoped sitting next to Angela would let them know she wasn't about to do something silly like declare war.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 01:59:44</strong>
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				As the heroes talked, Captain Vorhess began to walk into the small encampment, hearing the conversations going and merely listening as he walked up. Seeing several of the other heroes surprised him, it seemed not all were dead after all. Vorhess joined the group at the table, still wearing his Royal Guard uniform and weapons, as if he had never left the castle, also wearing his intimidating helmet that all the guards wore, even during Logans reign as King.<br><br>"It is good to see that we have additional assets in our struggle" said Vorhess looking and nodding at both of the new comers. Vorhess seemed to be visibly troubled as if he had just received very bad news, his demeanor depressed and slow. "I looked into the disappearance of the King and who was with him during the times he still in the castle, and I have received...troubling news that....regretfully has forced my hand on this issue. I am sorry for this..." He said, then like nothing the other heroes had seen, in a flash before their eyes the Captain had drawn his pistol from its holster and was now aiming it at Akara.<br><br>"Lieutenant!" Yelled Vorhess into the distance, within a few seconds thirty Royal Guard soldiers both deployed from horses and coming out from the forest descended onto the group. Their rifles drawn and ready to fire.<br><br>(http://images.wikia.com/fable/images/5/5c/Royal_Guard-B.Industrial.png)<br><br>"<em>NOBODY MOVES, BY THE AUTHORITY OF THE KING YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST!!!</em>" Shouted the lieutenant of the guards rushing in. The guards quickly subduing any attempted resistance from the Heroes, with the watchful eye of the Captain ensuring that everyone was shackled securely for transport. The heavy chains ensuring that any movement would be obvious. Any attempt at resistance was meet with a rifle butt to the chest and neck.<br><br>"All of you are hereby charged with conspiracy to commit treason, rebellious speech, and the newest charge..." said Vorhess then looking at the strange weapon that Ravus had brought with him. "...Illegal weapons sales" Vorhess continued<br><br>"You will be transferred to the Maximum security wing of Ravenscar Keep to await your judgement by his majesty the King of Albion" Vorhess said as the prisoners were loaded into a secured prisoner carriage. Ravenscar Keep was a dreaded word within all of Albion, anybody who was sent to that infamous secret prison was never heard from again, and nobody ever escaped from it. As they were loaded into the prisoner carriage, each person was searched thoroughly to ensure that they were cleared of any harmful item or weapon that could be used against another. As the guards were busy breaking down the camp, Vorhess quietly approached the side of the carriage and spoke to the heroes inside quietly so that only they could hear him.<br><br>"Im sorry about the predicament, but its the only way I can get you into Ravenscar without coming under suspicion from Logan, he has become to powerful for me to face directly any more. The person you are looking for inside of the Prison is Corporal Stevens, he was attached to the Kings personal guard up until a few weeks ago when he <em>personally requested</em> a transfer to be a guard at Ravenscar....<em>Nobody</em> does that, everybody has to be assigned to the Keep. Find him and tell him that I sent you, he should be able to tell you were the King went." Vorhess whispered through the iron bars at the heroes revealing his clever ruse. "I'll help when I can but anything after that you are on your own, I'll keep Logan off your backs for as long as I can, I still command the guard, for now.."<br><br>"<strong>Captain Vorhess, what about the child?</strong>" said a guard coming up on him, refering to the child that Ravus had brough with him. "Ensure that he is returned safely to his village, he is just an innocent here, also take that contraption to the Royal Guard armory and secure it." Vorhess quickly changing his demeanor back to the authoritarian captain.<br><br>"Take them away!" Yelled Vorhess, and the jail carrige quickly began to move out, taking them back to the trail of the Capital to be taken to the Military ship for transfer to Ravenscar Keep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 02:53:03</strong>
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				Akara didn't react well to a pistol being aimed at her face. In fact she was roughed up pretty extensively by the guards grabbing her and keeping her from drawing her deadly blade. Her voice was raised in screamed of outrage and betrayal. Nothing was quiet so cruel as to arrest her and for attempt to commit treason of all things. <br><br>Akara struggled against those that held her fighting even as she was hand cuffed and her sword that had defended Albion spilling blood in the name of the king was taken from her. In her rage to committed to memory the face of the man who dared to take if from her body. One day she'd take his life she told him, rage making her eyes sparkle and color rise high in her cheeks. <br><br>The explanation of the captains rues was met with dead eyes from Akara. She'd just been arrested for treason. It didn't matter what happened after this, her people wouldn't understand the need to lie and sneak into a prison to find a guard. No in there eyes Akara had broken with the King. Things would go very very badly after this. her stomach turned with the though of how far this would ripple out and again so soon in the day Akara felt fear. This was a different kind of fear that made her skin turn cold and her complexion go white. This was bad.<br><br>When they decided to send the little boy home Akara considered briefly telling them to send home Adam as well but a single look at the angry Man told her to keep her tongue behind her teeth. She had the good sense to know asking such a favor would only injure his pride. <br><br>The carriage started to move and Akara paced like a caged lion her eyes narrowed to slits her breath coming in sharp little burst. Nothing, absolutely nothing about this entire thing was ok with her. Next time she met Vorhess they'd be crossing more then words and he'd be lucky if he left the field with all his limbs attached.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 04:24:03</strong>
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				As soon as the guards surrounded them, Ravus pushed Isaac behind him, his hand going to one of his pistols. "Illegal.... Vorhees, I am a licensed Blacksmith!" he growled before taking his hand from the pistol. There were too many well armed men around them, and it would almost impossible to protect Isaac from any danger. He knelt down and turned towards Isaac. He took off his hat, inside held two more daggers, he placed it on Isaac's head. "take care of this for me boy." He brought the child into a tight hug before Isaac was ripped from his arms, then stripped of monster hunting weapons, and spell nullifying scripts. He was only left with two pouches full of what seemed like useless parts and tools.<br><br>Ravus tuned out Vorhees' speech as he just stared at the boy being carted away, right before seeing the child stab a guard in the thigh&nbsp; with one of the hidden daggers, leaving the blade in he ran back towards the carriage, but it was already moving, and he couldn't keep up. "You hurt him and I swear upon my family name that you will all regret not killing me now!"<br><br>He saw a rifle butt strike Isaac in the back of the head, causing Ravus to left out a feral roar and ram the back door, trying to get to the child. He grasped the bars breathing heavily, a tear dropped from his good eye, he placed his head on the icy cold bars. "Bastards... I will slaughter every last one of them. First Logan, then Vorhees, then his guards..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 14:16:44</strong>
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				At Akara's arrival Angela tensed and held her breath even while the Hero sat next to her. Anyone looking would have been forgiven for mistaking her as a mannequin for how rigid her body was. Roseanna raised one eyebrow but her lips were thin. Aryia didn't hide her anxiousness, her hair pulled back in a pony tail which normally would cascade to her lowerback was drapped in front of her which she subconsciously pulled with one hand while the other rubbed the back of her neck.<br><br>Thankfully Akara herself broke the tension. Damn whatever dueling she did certainly helped matters.<br><br>"Explain the matter? Not really" Aryia added then quickly summarized&nbsp; the situation with the Kings wax double being found. <br><br>Then afterwards ... Angela twitched then gasped as if in-taking breath for the first time "Thanks for not killing me Akara, I will think of something to make up for explaining that sooner I swear"&nbsp; Roseanna rolled her eyes but none of the witches elaborated its meaning to questioning looks by the other heros nearby. <br><br>Nor was there time to, for before the heros could reacquaint properly the Captain of the Guard<br>had them all surround and ferried into a wagon making its way to a ship destined for Ravenscar Keep.<br><br>Usually Aryia felt duty bound to protest against the actions of others but with so many changes she felt overwhelmed and defeated and pride but distant steps had her keep pace with the others as they neared the impressive Ship destinied to take them away.<br><br><div align="center">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/479271-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div> <br><div align="center"><strong><em>Fire's Grace</em></strong></div><br>"Great !" Roseanna whispered horsely, loud enough for all the heros to hear "I feel so honored and privileged to release all my witchery powers for armour none are wearing, and then to be treated like this." She said sarcastically, Angela didnt comment, she seemed happy just to be alive but her eyes constantly stayed on the Hero of Aurora expecting her luck to change any moment. So fearful of her wrath, it seemed that walking from the wagon towards the ship was almost dreamlike compared to what she had imagined Akara's punishment to be later.<br><br>"Even if Corporal Stevens knows where the king is, it doesn't mean he can get us out" Roseanna murmoured, again to only be in range of the other hero's ears<br><br>"So we need a way to get to him without being prisoners in that place, our warriors need their swords back. So many ruses, so many double crossings and tripple crossings, everyone expects us to play along." Aryia murmured<br><br>"What choice do we have, they have disarmed the warriors ! Our lands warrior Heros with the armor was meant to protect US from threats ! What choice to they have ?" Roseanna hissed.<br><br>"Well, our warriors still fight when their swords break or they loose them. I can turn one or more perhaps, I am a witch, and last time I checked a damn powerful one. Tarot is also. Slow time, turn coat which makes turns others to my side, are two spells I am very good at, very good at frankly.<br><br>All we need is the fighters to say the word once we are aboard, Tarot can summon swords and something else to be on our side, I ensure time is slowed for our fighters to regain their weaponry and I will keep it slowed for them to work their magic. <br><br>The fighters take the ship, then sail with the same colors it has now as if nothing has happened, make our way to the keep, find this Corporal Stevens and then work out what to do. IF we are to succeed we need that ship to be ours, Logan forcefully took all of mistpeaks flotilla of trading ships for a reason, he is up to something which he needs ships for. Not that I have any idea what or where that is, but if we need a ship we have to take this one before we arrive there, because if we bust out of the place afterwards, we may do so to simply find ourselves strandard without transport. Remember we don't have horses, that ship is our chance."<br><br>Aryia looked to the other heros, hoping for nods of agreement. <br><br>"Once we are on board, who agrees with us proving to the world just why we are called heros ?" Aryia's smirk returned.<br><br>"Wouldn't that then make us Pirates ? Don't kill the guards they are just following orders" Angela added<br><br>To which roseanna snorted in reply "Oh Angela angel, if we don't succeed more will die more horrid deaths from more horrid lives its LOGAN Angela, who is going to save them from him? The warriors if they do go along with this may try to not harm some, but fighting isn't easy if you care for your opponents health. If they go along with it, know they will do what has to be done, not what they want to do. If they kill without you thinking they need to, it is to remove a problem to face the next. The moment you start giving your opponent rights and trust ... well ... look where that got us ! "<br><br>This silenced Angela, and a moment later she nodded distantly<br><br>As all were beginning to march onto the ship, Aryia darted her stare to the heros faces, hoping for their agreement. "Shall we ?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 14:33:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">Tarot (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg5728702#msg5728702)</div><br>Tarot had once again managed to confuse most of the heroes as he was smiling the entire time he was being arrested, he was completely cooperative as they removed his weapon and book and placed him in the wagon with the others, He motioned for Elise to take a seat on his lap and his fox friend disappeared into the bushes.<br><br>"Well that was quite an exciting turn of events." The hero stated once everyone had finished conversing.<br><br>"So as of right now our goals are to find this man within the prison, return the king to his seat of power and continue living with the prospect of Logan becoming king again... or should we just kill Logan and not have to worry about him anymore? What do you think, my love?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 15:01:56</strong>
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				Ravus sat there, nothing more than a shell, his long black hair fell over his face as he just stared at his bound hands. Everyone's words fell on deaf ears as he began to hatch his own plan of escape. He slid his hands under his feet and behind his back and reached into his pouch, presenting two small screwdrivers. He began to fiddle in each of his locks, "shoddy craftsmanship." He mumbled before soon hearing a click, then set to work on freeing himself entirely.<br><br>He kept silent as the others spoke and pulled out a few more objects from his pouch; a few sheets of metal, a couple leather strap, a draw string, some metal tubes, nails and a piece of wood. Once they stopped for the ship, Ravus had a miniature crossbow latched onto his right arm and and only four small arrows. "You wanted silent Aryia, you have Silent."<br><br>He waited for the right moment and struck, dropping five guards. They had unfortunately taken his boots, otherwise he would have had the daggers on the tips to fight with. He slipped out of his shackles and rushed a few guards, dropping them with a quick strike. he grabbed a set of keys and tossed them to Aryia 'Let's go..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 15:15:18</strong>
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				Aryia used the keys to quickly see to locks nearby her and saw the slow time-spell cast to give the remainder of them time to manage their own locks with the keys and whatever next action they had in mind.<br><br>The landleys quickly saw cover as the heros sprang into action. Commotion on the ship soon saw bullets flying the heros way, but thankfully, for the moment none landed on their targets.<br><br>With focused effort Aryia turned a few on board to their side, which soon started a small battle among the guards aboard the ship, it wasn't much, it wouldn't distract them for long for more guards were appearing out of the deckdoors, but it was enough for the other heros to try something.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 15:29:00</strong>
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				Ravus made two guns with his hands and pointed them at targets, he took a deep breath and started firing his forced push with the speed of an assassin rush. His psychic bullets launched from his fingers in silence and he flung guards into other guards, throwing them off the ship. He began to breathe heavily; Ravus had practiced his spell weaved ability constantly in the past year, so he could use it more than once without almost dropping.<br><br>After ten shots, he had taken out at least eighteen guards. Ravus dropped to a knee and began to breathe heavily. A shadow loomed over her and a rifle but came towards his face, but he luckily caught it. A feral growl came from his throat as he stood back up and slammed the barrel of the gun into the man's face. "If you think that you can seriously take me out by yourself, you're a hundred years too ear-" A shot to the back of the head with the butt of a sword dropped him to the ground, he wasn't out, but several guards surrounded Ravus and began to beat him, trying to get him to submit.<br><br>He felt a sharp pain into her side and he looked as a bloodied boot left his body, the glint of a blade on the toe of the boot. Someone was wearing his boots, <em>His</em> boots! Ravus grabbed the boot and slid it off, jamming the blade into the man's thigh and severing the artery. His screams rang out on the deck and Ravus footwear and grinned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 09:14:01</strong>
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				Angela's apology was brushed away, it was not the time to talk of such things. While the subject still needed to be addressed Akara was <em>not</em> comfortable talking about it in front of the other hero's. Tarot would know about it given his connection to Langely but Ravus wouldn't and besides in Akara's mind it was a private manner.<br><br>The the attack happened and nothing else in the world mattered. Taken from the wagon to the ship Akara struggled getting hit by the guards several times though she acted as if she couldn't feel it. the only thing that kept her contained was the iron around her wrists and ankles and the number of men around her.<br><br>On the ship Akara felt crowded and edgy ready to explode. This was wrong; so very, very wrong. Things moved quickly from that point from plotting to action. Once the restrains where gone from her body Akara moved with deadly grace. Slow time gave her an edge and she picked up a blade that was a bit to heavy for her tastes but would serve well enough and set to work doing her deadly art.<br><br>Akara moved as if she was dancing the blade an extention of her arm as she swayed and moved killing guards that came near her. Bullets whizzed around her and one nicked her arm tearing into the flesh but such a minor thing did little to slow her down. Soon enough things settled a bit. Bodies littered the floor and it was quieter. there were more Akara was sure but for just a moment that had a scant few seconds to breath and form a plan before more guards descended on them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 12:45:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">Tarot (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg5728702#msg5728702)</div><br>Tarot looked to Elise as the ship erupted in violence and he wanted to keep his significant other safe he decided it would be best for him to remain in his cell for now. He could still help his companions though as he stood up within his cell and waved his hands in the familiar motions causing the energy to flow.<br><br>Five dead members of the crew where suddenly striped of armor and flesh and muscle till there was nothing but bones. The undead solders pulled themselves to there feet and lifted a weapon into there hands.<br><br>The five undead creatures began to attack the other members of the crew, the blue aura around the skeletons was the only think that identified them as 'friendly' to the other heroes.<br><br>"Better to help from safty than to not help at all..."<br><br>Tarot began to concentrate his energy again, he needed his ghost swords to keep any of the ships crew away from the cell, that way he and Elise would truly be safe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 15:20:54</strong>
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				<br>Although Aryia could heal others at a range with her magics, doing so would mean the slow time spell would collapse for she can't maintain one while seeing to another, and luckily for the moment none of the heros seemed that injured enough to need it.... which was very much true until Ravus fell and was overwhelmed.<br><br>Still, making it so far without the need for healing was credit to just how impressive the other heros were. How many bodies littered the sea and the deck was amazing but at the moment there was no time to consider anything else but the immediate need for the plan to succeed.<br><br>"I have to drop the slow time in ten seconds to heal Ravus ... five .. four ... "<br><br>The warriors likely would be able to change tactic on a heart beat but best to give them warning, if it could be heard above the din, not as if they didnt have enough to focus on. <br><br>As the skeletons and the ghost swords came to the warriors aid to assuming flanking positions to strengthen their hold, the last of the guards emptied from the deckdoors and faced the heros in their element.<br><br>"two .. one" ... the time slow spell ebbed then disappeared .. and immediately afterwards Aryia cast "Heal Other" a range healing spell, not one she had mastered but something that would give immediate health to another while they were seeing to other matters. <br><br>And it didn't seem he had much time for caring about anything else other than just staying alive. <br><br>How he lived after that beating when he was down was the Gods will surely, still the man moved.<br><br>"Um you sure the undead was defeated ?" Roseanna joked in black humour as Ravus seemed to raise from what would have killed lesser men only to move into motion ... again.<br><br>A volley of pistol shots from the last of the guards leaving their confines to join the fight was sent directly towards the lanleys. Although the warriors were a more immediate threat and closer to the remaining guards, they were in motion, the witches were not. This time, with closer targets luck went the guards way and three shots sank deeply into Roseanna's stomach and one lanced Aryia's left collarbone.<br><br>Aryia, unused to battle injury fainted, but Roseanna was in a much worse condition, for the volley had her body thrown like rag doll to sprawl ungainly on the deck in a rappidly growing pool of her own blood.<br><br>"Oh gods ! Tarot we need you !! Please say you know spells that can heal ! Please join us ! help ! Ariya does but she .. . cant, she has fainted ! " .. Angela cried. <br><br>How easily Tarot could hear or even see was unknown to her, but as far as she knew he was the only one that could help.&nbsp; After quickly inspecting Aryia, Angela then saw the wounds of Roseanna and was immediately sick.&nbsp; Despite all the stories she read of fighting, there was nothing romantic about battle injuries. <br><br>Flushed with success for disabling the mispeak witches, three of the last of the guards reloaded their pistols to see to finishing the job while the remaining five dropped them to raise their swords as the skeletons and ghost swords began to circle them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 19:30:26</strong>
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				Ravus' vision was blurred in his one good eye as he faced off against some of the guards. He could hear the screams of them calling him a demon and not human. He was breathing heavy but he still kept that vicious grin on his have that could curdle blood. He went to bring up his foot into a roundhouse kick, but he didn't have the energy to do it, and the guards now saw he was only a man and moved in for the kill.<br><br>Ravus began to laugh and jumped into the slicing the throats of two guards with his boots. The heal had brought him back a bit, but it was more than enough to terrify the rest of the guards around him and jump ship. He moved around, taking out his guards, moving closer towards Aryia, there was a stern look upon his face. He dug the blades into the back of guards' legs slicing hamstrings, wrapping them up and knocking them out.<br><br>He walked up to Aryia and inspected her wound. "Shit, come on you damn witch, you better not fucking die on me." He tore off a piece of his shirt and wadded it up, placing it on the wound to clean up the blood, when he saw it was only a graze he sighed and let her head drop on the deck a little, "Wake up, you baby."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 20:21:39</strong>
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				A blue mist appeared near the lanleys and before long Tarot appeared again, he said nothing and his face was blank as he moved to the wounded Roseanna and quickly began to inspect the wounds in her stomach.<br><br>The Mage first pulled the bullets from her body then began to speak words that even the witches had never heard, he was preforming a summoning of a demon as a large rune appeared on the deck of the ship and then everyone felt there hair stand on end as the ghostly figure of a beautiful young woman appeared, she was transparent and her long hair fell over half of her face hiding it from view, her robes looked almost like those of a banshie but she had several pendants on her person attached to the cloak.<br><br>"Demon spirit, I require you to heal this fallen witch. She is essential to our survival."<br><br>"As you command Friend Tarot."<br><br>This demon stepped forward over the fallen Roseanna and waved her hand over the wounds beginning to heal her. Every hero near the demon spirit would be able to feel just how powerful this creature was, and though he didn't say it, even Tarot feared this spirit's power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 21:01:56</strong>
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				As the commotion of the battle wore on, the Heroes noticed a Royal Guard who was running towards the ship, but stopped halfway and raised a strange gun and fired it into the air, a few seconds later a red flare started to glow in the sunset sky. The remaining guards seeing this quickly disengaged from the battle and fell back to safety. The docks quickly emptied of soldiers, leaving the place barren and quiet. Leaving only the 32 bodies of the dead Royal Guard laying around the ship and docks. But in the distance they could see a gathering of Royal Guard soldiers in their standard uniforms, but now there were new uniforms being seen.<br><br>(http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/54839000/jpg/_54839184_006561765-1.jpg)<br><br>The newly formed Royal Dragoons, designed by the King himself to be his personal enforcers throughout the Kingdom, specializing in hunting an enemy down. Each soldier was chosen from the best of the Royal Guard soldiers and trained in the latest weaponry, tactics, and basic magic skills. Making them the deadliest soldiers in their arsenal. Each of them also equipped with Magic Armor underneath their uniforms.<br><br>At the front of the battalion was Captain Vorhess wearing his new uniform...<br><br>(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrrrUW8TA0o/TbKVM271qaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YXwj4GxWYFo/s1600/Royal+Guards.JPG)<br><br>Vorhess pointed his sword to the side of him, signalling his soldiers to unfurl a new banner from a flag pole. Its words menacing...<br><br>"<em><strong>You should have trusted me...Now...DEATH TO TRAITORS OF THE CROWN</strong></em>"<br><br>Making sure that the heroes knew what they now were up against, the soldiers behind Vorhess left the hilltop were they were looking down at the docks, Vorhess leaving soon afterwords, leaving the Banner as a reminder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 21:42:25</strong>
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				"We need to set off, now!" Ravus moved from Aryia's side and grabbed a sword from a dead guard, it felt weird in his hand. He began to cut the rope that tied them to the dock. It took him a while to chop even a quarter way through the rope; the blade was so dull compared to Moonslight. Ravus took a breath and dropped the sword into the water. He wasn't sure how much energy he had left, but whatever he had, he was putting it into one last forcepush.<br><br>"I'll be back, Isaac, I swear it..." he mumbled, shutting his eyes, concentrating on the energy flowing into his hands. His entire body tensed and he unleashed the wave of energy out behind the boat. The ship lurched forward as Ravus was launched back, the boat tearing away from the port, taking part of the dock with it.<br><br>Ravus sat up against the side of the boat breathing heavily, "Where are we going ... anyways?" Ravus was out of breath, his entire body trembling, his vision tunneling. That was the most powerful magic he had ever cast, and it was much too taxing on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 07:23:49</strong>
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				<br>Away from the new militia seemed the general consciousness so out to sea the ship went. A hand splattering of crew silently accepted the change in power and seemed to followed the order or any hero that seemed.<br><br>When the sea waves began to follow a steady rhythm Aryia lurched back into wakefulness, even healed Roseanne was still unconscious and none dared waking her. The galleon was well stocked and thankfully had a map room littered with navigation equipment as good as one could hope for.<br><br>Damage from the fighting was minimal and the sailors did see to the repaires and replacements without being requested.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 23:47:51</strong>
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				The battle ended just like any other. There was no romance to it, no glory. Just the smell of blood hanging heavy in the air, the ground littered with the bodies of other, sons, brother and husbands, the taste of gun powder coating her tongue. Each time was tragic and horrible in its own way but this time was worse for Akara. She'd never before used her skills against her own country folk. <br><br>Guilt like nothing she'd ever felt tore it's way through her more crippling then any wound. Seeing Vorhess and his banner, the men a great many having trained under her coming from Aurora made Akara feel sick. This was wrong so very, very wrong. She wasn't a traitor her entire life had been devoted to her king even now all she did was for her king and yet she was hated. It was an odd thing being hated, she found she very much didn't like it.<br><br>The small girl her hair unbound walked towards the rail of the ship the wind catching her ebony colored hair and whipping it around her as she gazed across the sea towards her home idly wondering if she'd ever make it home again. What would they think of her? Would they believe her a traitor too? <br><br>The very thought of her people turning from her practically stole her breath from her lungs and she leaned her head down closing her eyes. The golden time of her life was over.<br><br>Unable to stand her own thoughts nor the sense of deep seated guilt that gnawed at her Akara pushed away from the rail and went below deck. it felt confined and she immediately hated it. She usually slept on the deck during sea travel but she needed something to do. She found the captains quarters and search through his things but to her not much of it was of use though there was a set of letters Ayria might be interested in. <br><br>There were weapon stores in some of the lowest rooms that stunk of salt water and were damp. A bad place to store suck idem. She took five of the best blades all light and quick, easy to wield and carry and with a wet stone went back above deck into the light that was near blinding.<br><br>Ayria was awake and Akara shared a brief look with her though it was nothing more then an acknowledgement of her being awake. Akara walked to the starboard rail and sat down with the swords to her left her back against the side of the ship. With the scent of the sea heavy and comforting in the air erasing slowly the scents of battle and death Akara drew one of the swords the blade gleaming in the sunlight and set the stone to the edge sharpening the blade to that of a razor blade with slow practices almost meditative movements.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 07:49:39</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89321.msg3914502#msg3914502)<br></div>At Akara's acknowledgement that Aryia was alive Aryia smiled and then sighed<br><br>"And I thought I was good at diplomacy, yet I have managed to get us all into this mess. Seems Im a witch just playing a game of thrones, but Logan is one born to such maneuverings. Im too busy trying to care about trade between our nations. He was focused and saw to power first. I should have thought of that. Gosh I am a fool" <br><br>Angela then walked silently to Akara's side and dared rest her hand on her shoulder, thought better of it and gripped the railing instead.<br><br>"Aryia says that your culture is very different, even if it is for the wrong reasons they would expect you to always find yourself on the side of whoever the monarch currently is, and wind of you being deemed a traitor will not go down well. For us we don't really see or care about titles, to us running away is part of our culture, if something strong appears, you give, one moves with the flow. One becomes water. Bend like a reed. To us there is no loss of faith. And judgements of others are not declarations from gods, they are opinions for intentions only."<br><br>Angela then looked to Aryia and said a word ... "Roolanon now ?" to which Aryia shook her head<br><br>"No not now, both you and I have thrusted Mistpeak culture down her throat. I don't think she is in the mood for changes or others suggesting anything even if it seems right to us Angela. Give her time, she is a warrior, although she is good at what she does, she doesn't like killing unavoidably"<br><br>"But it wasn't avoidable !" Angela started, and Aryia then crossed her arms<br><br>"I could have avoided it. I saw Logan getting hungry and didn't warn others. The fault is mine. The warriors swung swords, but their blood is on my hands, not theirs. The only time we had cards to play I played them for others behalf" <br><br>Angela was silent for a while, waited for Akara to talk, but for the moment at least Akara was lost in her own thoughts as she prepared her new lighter blade... before changing topics.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Will Roseanna be alright?" Rosenana layed in a coma on a large bed positioned in the middle of the deck that was semi-covered by a tent. In aid for fresh wind to see to her recovery.<br><br>"Her body is fine, I have cast subsequent healing spells on her but I don't think they were needed. Im not a mind healer, Mistpeak doesnt have them, I have no idea if her soul is lost to the fairies or will come back from Arcadia in the next moon or season. Mistpeak doesn't see trauma, ever, we only deal with changes to bodies and repairing accidents. We can hope. Also her link to the armor may make her journey back to us different then others experiencing something so close to death. She may never return, but I don't know... we have to be patient"<br><br>After this explanation Angela then shifted her body as if squirming away a horrid layer from her skin.<br>"Roolanon is meant to ease these feelings, without it what does one do ?"<br><br>Roolanon was simply a term for carnal pleasures for bonding and frustration release, which Akara would have likely gathered from overhearing, if she was paying attention.<br><br>"Angela, none have experienced anything like this, we have all been betrayed and those that have paid the most are innocents. Our focus must be to do what we can, the rest of the world needs us to stay focused on his removal.... perhaps she may be interested when we have a plan and this chapter is replaced with a new one less bleak, in which case we wait for her to say something, our suggestions are not subtle, remember to other cultures romance or duty is a precursor and condition... "<br><br>Similar chatter background chatter was exchanged between Aryia and Angela nearby Akara for perhaps an hour as a fog began to cover the sea.<br><br>... <br><br>"What of the maps Aryia ?"<br><br>"Very good, interesting trade routes but no clue where the king would be nor what Logan plans, we will have to turn about within three days if we are to make our way to Ravenscar Keep"<br><br>"Land ahoy !" A Sailor interrupted<br><br>"Impossible ! " Aryia yelled at a sailor in the crows nest who spoke so "We are in the middle of the ocean, we shouldnt be seeing land in weeks ! we have been sailing in the same direction .. land out here .... "<br><br>Aryia's jaw dropped when the fog parted to reveal the <em>Fire's Grace </em>entering the mouth of a river which .. <br><br><div align="center">(http://www.kitaro10.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/tt_17.jpg)</div><br>"... shouldn't exist " Aryia finished the sentence after an intake of breath.<br><br>"Aryia, you have been the one pouring over the maps, where are we ?" Angela gasped<br><br>To which Aryia opened a scroll case produced from a fold in her robes quickly, inspected the map from different angles, looked about the horizon in all directions, then returned the map into its container and back into the depth of her robes with a forrowed brow, before returning her gaze to the horizons, then back to the surreal scenery.<br><br>"... I have absolutely no idea " <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 09:32:35</strong>
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				As the ship began to move into the mysterious land they found themselves in, they began to stare in awe of how this could be in the middle of the ocean and no one know of it or even speak of it. The vast open mountains filled with trees and vegetation were as far as the eye could see. The water carrying their ship seemed to be the most clean and sparkling water that any of them had ever seen, as if it was all filtered before being put into the ocean. The wind was not to heavy or to light, only barely making an impression on the minds of the Heroes, the perfect amount of breeze needed at a comfortable temperature for all. That was not even mentioning the floating mountains they saw hovering above them as their ship continued its slow sail towards an unknown destination. The mountains just floated in midair as if gravity did not apply to them. A person could write a poem about this modern day Garden of Eden. Hidden from the world, never to be known to mortal eyes.<br><br>The ship after a few minutes began to enter a larger portion of the river resembling a small lake before entering another river area. As they did the Heroes sixth sense began to alert them to something not being completely right with the world. As if someone or something was watching them. Things within the realm became all quiet, only the water being cut by the ship and the wood creaking within could be heard for miles until a great spine curling sound come from the distance (http://images.wikia.com/elderscrolls/images/e/ea/Npc_dragon_flightroar_01.ogg). Its sound echoing into the vast beyond, bouncing off the mountain sides making the sound even louder and more omniscient. Its power and authority were hard not to give notice to, as if the sound was a warning to the ship to turn back and never return.<br><br>The echoes began to fade, and the Heroes noticed a distinct and sudden drop in the overall temperature of the area, where once it was a pleasant perfect temperature that was comfortable for all, suddenly dropped to a distinct and icy cold. The wind itself also seemed to change as well, changing from a pleasant breeze to a steady and firm frost wind. The powerful voice had changed the warm, pleasant, inviting atmosphere into one of <br>suspicion and mistrust. A fine mist of fog began to move onto the Lake, covering the sparkling water in a cloud of fog. Low clouds began to move in on the green mountains beside them. One of the remaining crew members that had been "convinced" to continue to pilot the ship looked at one of the floating mountains in the distance and noticed something out of a fairytale book.<br><br>"<strong>Look!! In-front of us!! on-top of the ruins in the mountain!!</strong>" Yelled the Crewmember at the front of the ship, pointing at what he saw. The crew and the Heroes quickly took note and looked in the same direction of the sailor, seeing exactly what the sailor was seeing, a large and powerful, but thought fiction, a Dragon looking down at their now small feeling ship from its stone perch.<br><br>(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/Skyrim-dragon.jpg?t=1330501867)<br><br>Once the dragon knew that its intruders knew where he was, he quickly launched himself from his perch, outstretching his wide wings. Catching the encroaching wind he took to the sky and quickly gained speed as the crew of the ship saw that the Dragon was making straight for them. The crew began to panic, not knowing if this was some sort of ancient god or demon they quickly prostrated themselves on the deck of the ship in submission, knowing they could not escape from an attack from the air in a land that they did not know. As they knelt on their hands and knees they muttered various prayers and saying from different religions. Most likely the first time these sailors had ever done so in their lives. The Dragon however did not attack the ship, it did however quickly change its course from an attack line to a simple and wide orbit in a circle around the ship. Like a Hawk looking down on its prey, for minutes it said nothing, merely circling the ship and examining its crew. Several times it got close enough to the ship for the Heroes to look upon the Dragon in detail. The crew not daring to look up from their panicked and catatonic state.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/Viinturuth-1.jpg?t=1330501549)</div><br>Finally after what seemed like an eternity of waiting and preparing themselves for what seemed to be an inevitable fight to the death with a mystical creature, it finally spoke to all of them. But it did not use language or speech that was vocal. The Dragon's voice seemed to be inside their very minds, talking to them from inside their own heads.<br><br>"<strong>Who are you, and why have you come to our domain?</strong>" said the Dragon, its voice full of power and strength. Sending chills of fright through all but the most able of persons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 09:59:46</strong>
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				The talk that took place around Akara was ignored. She was in no mood to make nice with the witches. She had the distinct impression that their method of stress relief would not be to her liking. In fact she could think of only a few things that would please her at the moment, the top of the list being spilling Logan's blood and watching the life leave his eyes. She did take note of what was said about her but she wasted no thoughts on it for not just storing the words away to be thought over later.<br><br>She sharpened the four swords she'd brought up with her keeping the best one for herself practicing with it for a while, balancing it in her palm and getting used to it. It was nothing like her own blade but it would do. She was flexible like that though she dearly missed her own weapon. <br><br>When they entered the strange land she lowered her weapon and took note of everything around her, her fighters instances on full alert. How could a whole land be so close yet hidden. It was impossible. Some kind of trick and Akara was fed up of tricks. She was on edge ready for anything.<br><br>When the air turned cold her sense wound tighter and her body relaxed her muscles going loose as she got ready to react her grip on the hilt of her blade light as she prepared to fight if needed. When one of the men pointed out the dragon she lifted her gaze her dark eyes taking in the magnificent beast but rather then raise her blade and challenge the fierce noble creature she just stood tall and strait her chin lifted, hair tossed back from her face by the wind looking noble and proud in her own right.<br><br>When the dragon spoke Akara felt the power that was in it's voice wash over her, had it been a year ago with her a new hero she might have bowed to him but it wasn't a year ago and there was only one person she'd bow to now no matter how much power they held. She lifted her chin tracking the Dragon with her eyes, "I am Akara, hero of Aurora in the company of the other heros of Albion Aryia of Mistpeak, Tarot of Underworld City, and Ravus of Driftwood as well as our assorted company. Your domain has welcomed us with open arms for we had no intention of traveling here but found ourselves by fates design facing you now." Akara spoke her voice raised above the din of the wind easily able to be heard by the dragon and everyone on board. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 10:30:04</strong>
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				Akara thankfully had the mental composure to answer before the dragon made an assumption that would be the end of them ... and sure enough all those about Aryia were trembling or in awe.<br><br>"... Indeed Akara of Aurora speaks the truth, we have labored for a year ridding our lands of a plague of living dead only to have a foul-souled imposture king Logan lable us traitors, to be rid of us while we his most obvious threat rot in false shame in the dungeons of Ravenscar Keep"<br><br>She then bowed deeply.<br><br>"We overtook this ship destined to see us there in the hope we could use it to find the true king and devise a plan to be rid of the thorn, his brother. that could once again make our proud lands bleed under his boot.&nbsp; You have found us in morning for innocents we had to best for the ship to be ours, and the coma of a friend which befell her the battle for it to happen."<br><br>Aryia made a sweeping hand motion towards Roseanna's bed.<br><br>"Forgive our intrusion, last thing we intended was more trouble, just as the Lady of Auruoa speaks we didn't intend or try to find a land here, we were expecting sea for days"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 23:38:49</strong>
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				As the words of both the Heroes reached the mind of the Dragon, the beast continued its low circle around the ship. Remaining ever calm against the cold wind. As the last words were spoken a few seconds of silence followed as the Dragon contemplated their words. Soon the Heroes had their answer as the Dragon went from its orbit to quickly landing on the front portion of the ship, its mighty wings outstretched during the landing, blotting out the sunset behind it as the wings stretched. The Dragons head lowered until it was only a few feet from Akara's face. Its nose pulling in a large amount of air as the beast sniffed her as if it were a dog on a new person. Its eyes looked directly into her's for a few moments as well. Once it was all done the head once again pulled back to a more comfortable position for all.<br><br>"<strong>Your words speak the truth, Your mind's do not come to this place with contented minds. They come with betrayal, fear, anger, and pain in your hearts. I am Athkore.</strong>" Said the Dragon looking at the two women who had spoken to him. "<strong>Many over the eons have found us, this land is special in that it finds wayward ships who have no direction in their path, distressed sailors, refugees, exiles, such are the people who have come to this land, always needing a helping hand. That is my I am here, I will be your guide.</strong>"<br><br>Then a bright light coming from the Dragon began to become to bright, as if the Dragon had become the sun itself. Everyone on the ship had to shield their eyes for several seconds before the light subsided and the large Dragon had transformed into its human form, a form that was immediately recognizable to all on the ship.<br><br>(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/34981-5610162-reinsexyg.jpg)<br><br>It was the King, although he looked several years older and his hair had been grown out, everyone knew that face like it was burned into their minds.<br><br>"But all of you are familiar to me, but I do not know why. Names surrounded by clouded memories long locked away..."Said the King in his own human voice now. His face was one of confusion, like his mind knew of the people but he did not know why. As if the King was suffering from amnesia, no longer knowing who he himself was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 07:49:46</strong>
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				<br>Aryia stayed on her knees but her astonishment didn't lessen.<br><br>"Our true king !! You are him !! Your face is unmistakeable, we have been searching for you. Roseanna, the lanley of your armor is the one caught in a deep slumber she is not waking from. We misplaced your armor, we found a wax dummy in your stead ! We assumed Logan had you killed or imprisoned or exiled as your suspicions of him became more vocal"<br><br>Aryia looked to the other heros hoping they could work out more than she had<br><br>"I often representing Mispeak fought verbally with you often, or one that resembles you closely, too closely for me to think you are any other than him truely. We had different values of good and often locked horns politically, many a heated word was exchanged between us and often the court sick of our incessant squabbling over details"<br><br>She then motioned to the other heros<br><br>"These others were much more respectful of your title and position and are more your loyal subjects than what else the land has offered to my knowledge. I did not believe in you but you were my king I obeyed, their hearts be more purer than mine. Please my good king, guide and help we most definitely need, more than ever against logan's plotting and treachery I do indeed hope we can have your blessing or at least the lack of your wrath"<br><br>She then stood and looked at him in the eye but bobbed her head slightly before talking again<br><br>"I am blessed with my wits intact, but half of mistpeak's witches are now lanleys or magic feeders to armor that an elite group of Logan now has, the likes of witch Hero of Aurora and other heros nearby wear. The lanleys be babes without their magics for nor weapon or knowledge of swordskills they have. We can't manage to best such a elite group loyal to him as we are for the armor multiplies strength and speed and heals all wounds, twenty such men wearing versions of it is the force that repelled a large fraction of the horde, while the heros about you saw to more to specialized tasks. <br><br>They were the one's fighting while I talked our way into this mess. Please my good king do consider rewarding the other heros for they have lost their lands, their prized swords that be part of themselves, their titles, their privileges and honor all falsely taken when they should have been rewarded as almost kings themselves for the services they provided you ... if recall of them is hard for you at this time"<br><br>She then recited each of the accomplishments that the heros present had seen to and elaborated on the details of their predicament and knowledge as best she could ... hoping she wasn't trying the patience of the strange dragon-king.<br><br>"... then the captain of the guard spoke of a Corporal Stevens being one that could help us if we find ourselves in the keep, a place we thought was our only lead to your where-abouts"<br><br>She then fell back to her knees<br><br>"My king, I feel that I have foolishly given half of mistpeak's finest witches to be enslaved to feed this armour that now draps on Logan's loyal elite guard, they also have designs for a war machine of Ravus' design and working version many times more horrid than the weaponry we have seen before. <br><br>Proud witches now lanleys devoid of independence, weapons or survival skills, and worse we have insulted Akara by not knowing of their linking most intimate, without means for it to be managed in ways such as the bonded-owners can tollerate. We are in need of your guidance, and hope, if it pleases you, that you stay with us for being fractured and split as we were before led us to this state."<br><br>She then curtsied deeply..<br><br>"My liege, your return is the first of the good omens we have met in many moons, we your loyal subjects are at your command, this fine ship, the Fire's Grace is yours, alas, the only remendants of your legacy"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 08:52:39</strong>
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				Facing the dragon should have scared the piss out of a normal person but Akara was anything but normal. She faced the dragon as if it were an equal with her chin lifted her gaze never wavering. If it came to a contest between themselves and the Beast in front of her she had no doubt she'd lose. Power like nothing she ever felt poured off of him thickening the air around them but she was no mere person and she didn't cower nor bow she'd never again subject herself to another's authority for ease of purpose as she'd done with Logan.<br><br>She listened as the dragon spoke a note of relief vibrating through her. Akara though she may act careless with her life really had no great desire to die. Least of all with her name blackened as it was now.<br><br>When the light started coming from the dragon Akara lazily lifted a hand, her left, to shield her eyes after a moment even turning her head and using the aid of her dark hair. When she turned her head once more her eye locking with that of her king color drained from her face leaving her looking chalky and pale.<br><br>"Arex, my king" She breathed a breath of a sound before sinking to her knees in front of him bowing her head her hair falling over her shoulder in a shimmering fall of ebony strands hiding her expressions from the others around her.<br><br>She listened to everything with her head bowed emotions tightening her chest. Joy conflicted with worry and fear. Things were bad this dragon man who could be their king remembered not. Ayria spoke and tried to remind him but Akara feared the worst. How could this be? How could their king who'd she'd seen but 8 months ago be here now aged so when but yesterday Ayria had fought with him.<br><br>Akaras mind whirled as she tried to understand and failed. She knew little about Magic only having mastered two spells in her life and not having a care to learn the rest. Her eyes found Ayria and a silent question lingered there. <em>Is it possible? Is he really our King?</em> She wanted so much to believe it was but she knew how dangerous hope could be she refused to hope for a futility.<br><br>Slowly she rose again to her feet as Ayria finished. "The insult payed to me is of no matter and will be resolved in time though more knowledge and communication between the Langey and and the armor bearer should be taken into consideration after this incident. " Akara said giving Ayria and Angela a look that said clearly that the matter was a private one she had no desire to discuss in front of her king.<br><br>"The most pressing issue my king is simply no one else save a small group of traitors know your gone. Your kingdom thinks you ill and very soon probably dead. Your brother Logan sits on the throne a cruel and careless ruler wielding power that the people never wanted him to have. Many called for his death but in your heart you found forgiveness and we followed you because we loved you even if we did not agree. Logan will destroy everything you've worked for, we've worked for." She said her voice tight. <br><br>"Albion will fall into civil way." She stated blunting a light in her gaze as if daring him to deny the possibility, "Aurora will not stand for Logan sitting on the throne and will succeed taking with it anyone else it can. We need you King Arex to come back and remove your upstart of a brother before all we've fought, bled, and died for in the last year to save your country from ruin was not for nothing." Akara voice was tight near the end of her speech and she turned away her face into the wind a sober look on her face her eyes dark and unreadable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 10:56:44</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89321.msg3914502#msg3914502)<br></div><br>At Akara's quizzical look to check it could be the true king Aryia nodded curtly and whispered<br><br>"Dragon's have been noted to assume human form for reasons they don't reveal. True good dragons do it to learn, evil ones are quick to show their form whenever possible. Dragon of good soul yes, but with fragmented memory ... may be equally dangerous unless returned into good order. We have read of them but not little, you now know as much about Dragons as I do. What could make a dragon loose its memory I don't understand ... ancient magics or ancients artifacts perhaps ?"<br><br>Then at Akara's comment concerning not pestering the king with private issues Aryia blushed, she had forgotten that such things were not seen the same, yet another slip of culture. One too many so recently for Aryia's own liking.<br><br>"Athkore, Arex is what we called you when we thought you were merely human, but Athkore we will adopt if you prefer it. You were a good king, although I disagreed on many issues, you did what had to be done, your command thaughted the living dead invasion. Our world owes you our gratitude, but your brother, logan if he indeed is your brother may rob history of the chance for any to sing your praises"<br><br>She was impressed that the other hero's were not just trembling like she herself felt.<br><br>"Logan has command of Mistpeaks humble floatila, This Ship is but one but provisioned well, the sailors of excellent nature and skill, and repaired now to good order it has stock that would see us fed and watered for months but no trading cargo and its fitted to be a prisoner ship and suitable for carrying troopes, nothing else, since our command of it we have not changed its internal structuring to suit another purpose, we have not had the time nor the means, the captian's quarters has not yet been taken, it is yours to do with as you see fit. Name your desires to any of us and we will see to it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 13:54:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">Tarot (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg5728702#msg5728702)</div><br>Tarot finally awoke, he had been given one of the cabins below deck to use as he saw fit and was hardly seen other than at dinner time.<br><br>The Wizard and Elise had been treating this trip as a romantic cruse, spending almost all time expressing themselves through physical contact and sexual intercourse.<br><br>Tarot had discovered that sex with his Lanlay usually resulted in twice the pleasure for both of them, he also greatly enjoyed making her cry out in orgasm, and the feeling of exhaustion finally forcing the two of them to sleep just as the sun would come close to rising.<br><br>Tarot had awoken early today due to the fact that his energy had returned faster than before, the location they were in was effecting him greatly, he could feel the magical energy flowing into him as if a tsunami of magic had swept over him.<br><br>The flow of so much energy excited him a bit and he wanted to use it to show his affection once again to his love, but instead he lifted himself from his bed and began to dress, he knew something important was happening on deck.<br><br>Tarot moved up the stairs and into view of everyone just in time to see a dragon transform into the king. The King would be able to see his magical energy flowing around him and he waited for the panic and excitement of his fellow heroes to subside. Tarot needed more information about the location they were in though he had a theory already.<br><br>"I would ask that someone update me on our situation, I greatly need to know where we are and, I need to get off this boat and feel the earth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 22:40:29</strong>
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				Arex listened as much as he could to the updates that Ayria and Akara tried to give him. A previously unknown world of his life was now being revealed to him. His face would go from listening to surprised to confused after each sentence. After it was all through Arex stood there trying to process the waterfall of information that had just been given to him. "Please rise if you are truly friends of mine you do not need such respect towards me, I obviously wasn't a good leader if this has befallen my lands, I am not sure of much anymore, I must reevaluate who I am once again."<br><br>"This...is a lot to take in..." Said Arex, his mind beginning to remember all that was his past in small sequences. A specific memory taken a hold of his mind. "Roseanna.." He said under his breath, suddenly walking towards the small tent on the deck. He knelt down to the comatose Lanley, his face hovering over hers. His hands taking both sides of her head to stabilize her head in his hands. The Kings eyes suddenly turned to a deep shade of black, as if a link was being made to both of their minds. It seemed as if a fog was coming from Arex as his link was made. Wisps of multicolored smoke began to emanate from Arex's body surrounding the two people. <br><br>"I know you can hear me, we share a link you and I, it may be weak, but we do share it....Hear my words and be guided to our world from it. Use it as a beacon to your mind......yes, there you go, you are on your way now..." Said Arex, a few seconds in between each phrase before cutting it all out, leaving the body once more.<br><br>"She should wake in a few minutes, I have guided her soul back to her body." Arex said walking up to the edge of the ship. Turning to face each of the crew. "Though I still am trying to figure all of this out...Gods its good to see you all...I shall return to you once the Dragon Elders are aware that you will be our guests. Please in the mean time, proceed through the waterfall to the city docks." Said Arex leaning back over the ship, falling towards the ocean, but the bright light returned from before and soon Arex once again was a dragon and flew off towards one of the mountains. A Huge waterfall in the distance slowly began to receded allowing the crew to see that it was in fact a secret path, hinting that Arex wanted them to travel through it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 22:16:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>**ooOOOooo**</strong></span></div><br>The ship once again let the wind take its sails towards the now open waterfall entrance. It was a tight fit for the ship but the still water ensured that the ship had a smooth passage through the immense cave they passed through. A closer look at the rock on either side of the ship revealed that every inch of the rock had been carved into. The carvings went all the way from caveman times, crude and simple drawings of hunters fighting off large winged beasts that seemed to be breathing fire at them, to large and detailed carvings that told a story in stone. The ship seemed to slow down to a crawl as all the crew on board began to look on with awe at what they were seeing. It must have taken a large amount of stone masons and artists to carve out this long story of the Dragon race. Centuries was the leading guess, each new generation it seemed took on the responsibility of making a new section of the story of the ancient world in stone.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.cheatcc.com/imagespc/elderscrolls5skyrim_0.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div style="text-align: right;">The first large stone panel carving they saw was a detailed massacre of a civilized society. The Dragons carved to look evil and powerful, their breaths of fire swallowing whole temples and swaths of people in the way of their conquest. The few warriors staying behind to defend the people being quickly killed in the face of a such a powerful foe. The scene continued as the panel digressed into a long march scene. Thousands of people seen walking in the same direction as they left their burning cities, each being swallowed by the fire beasts. Each nation falling to their might with little resistance. <br><br>The next scene showed a passionate battle between a large army of humans in old armor and a flight of dragons, each side had taken many casualties. Many brave heroes from the human side were seen fighting solo with a dragon, fending for themselves protecting a comrade or leading the charge against the demons. The end of the battle showed the humans prevailing, but at a heavy cost. This seemed to be a turning point in the war the carvings showed them. The apparent final battle showed a single human going up against the largest dragon in the carvings, making the hero seem 20x smaller than he was in relation to the dragon. The battle however had a unique ending in that both the human and the dragon were both wounded beyond the ability to continue to fight It seemed that both the human and the dragon made a deal that day. The final scene in the panel was the human riding the dragon back to the awaiting army, being hailed as a hero.<br><br>The next panel showed a series of civilizations fighting one another, each side however both used dragons against one another. Each of the dragons being shown with a rider dressed in complex armor fighting both on the ground and in the sky with other dragon riders. </div><br><br>Each of the wars shown on the planet seemed to be over several hundred years, each new civilizations showing an advancement in technology but still using the Dragons as their front lines units to fight for their respective countries. The cycle seemed endless until the next panel showed a massive exodus of Dragons to a world beyond the human world all at once, leaving the Humans to fend for themselves once again, no more would the Dragon drag themselves into the affairs of mankind. The panel also showed the dragons taking or destroying evidence of their existence as they left. Making sure that in the future, the new generations would slowly make the Dragons into legends and myths on their own, once their technology and new wars were sparked.<br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://media1.gameinformer.com/images/site/pages/esv/images/info2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;">The final panel showed various scenes of ships in hurricanes, its crew seemed desperate as their ship sank. Another showed a ship full to the brim of people leaving a burning city. Yet another showed a ship full of people of multiple cultures and races all together on a ship. In each of the scenes it was shown at the last minute a Dragon coming out of the clouds and guiding them to a mystical place. The refugees building a city in the mountains ruled by the Dragons. The city was shown at first as a loose village of all races and cultures trying to scratch out a living. Then it advanced, the village becoming a small town, then becoming a true city in the mountains.<br><br>The Humans in the city were shown having an immense reverence towards their dragon protectors. They had been taken from the darkness and given a second chance at life. Their previous lives had betrayed them, and no one in the actual life's seemed to notice the absences. As the city grew it was shown that its form of government came from a council of 7 of the oldest and wisest dragons that the society had. Each opinion was given due regard but the ultimate choice was the councils. The panel showed that Dragons no longer took in the affairs of the rest of the world for fear that they would change the course of history for the worst. Like their ancestors had changed the course of wars. So could they once again tip the balance of power into another. Thus the carvings and panels ended, telling the long tale of the dragons and human relations. Now the ship began to exit the long cave and came to a small alcove just before they reached a large lake that was the docks.</div><br><br><br><br><br><br>In the center of the Alcove was a large rock that prevented a ship from going forward but could only go left or right around it. On top of the rock was a massive stone statue given the most care and detail of any of the carvings that they had just seen. The rock beneath the statue had an inscription written into the stone that was in a an unknown ancient dialect. The statue seemed to be shouting a long cry at each of those who would enter this land. Once again reminding them who ruled here and the due respect that was to be given. The dragon seemed to be one of the oldest of the city, its scales long and hardened with battle. Its wings no longer tight and leathery taught, but old and tattered with age. Several holes in its wing showed its accomplishments.<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/skyrim-ce-alduin-statue.jpg?t=1330676603)</div><br><br>The ship passed through the alcove and finally came to rest within one of the many docks at the start of the city. Giving those aboard their first look at the wondrous city that lay before them now. The city was not packed together like Albions cities were. Each of the buildings had its own green area and space between the buildings. Spread over many mountains. It gave the impression that each building was a nation unto itself. Each of the houses came with a unique structure and design, showing the multiculturalism of the people. The gently rolling clouds of white slowly rolling over the mountains, making it seem the city was floating in the clouds.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/Bhujerbapic.jpg?t=1330675294)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 05:35:51</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89321.msg3914502#msg3914502)<br></div><br>To concensis the ship dropped ankor near the large statue of the dragon and rowing boats soon had the hero's ashore.<br><br>(https://secure2.baremetal.com/hilmark/finishes/crc/clear9.JPG)<br>Roseanna had indeed woke within minutes and seemed more than groggy, on hearing the summary of events she seemed to distant to really fathom the meaning of it all, none really did but had insisted in joining any that would have their feet meet more solid soil.<br><br>Once the rowboats had found the shore two obvious paths other than lingering in the alcove appeared.<br><br>Left <br>(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yeUiKuiLPMo/TgrYX3xZ9GI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LJDkBxQFfdk/s1600/forest.jpg)<br><br>and right<br><br>(http://www.travelimg.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/path-in-the-jungle-forest-green-jungle-nature-path-500x333.jpg)<br><br>Both seemed to wind their way to the strange city, and likely passed different buildings or would meet later, so&nbsp; the paths seemed more like alternative scenery to the same destination than anything else.<br><br>"Wow this is amazing ! I never thought a place like this existed, I thought dragons were a myth !" <br>Angela spoke excitedly and many nodded their heads, Angela had recently found a rapier in the ships stock that had a gold handle which she had placed on her belt. It was an impressive looking sword but all that knew her knew that she didn't know how to use it, but still its presence on her hips gave her comfort.<br><br>"Well I have not been here before, this could be the only time we could be in such a place so we may as well study it, well I should at least" Roseanna said " I might copy the strange cyptic passages here for they may come in useful, besides I can't move quickly after lying down so long, you lot continue, you will find me here"<br><br>After saying so she produced some papar and a quill and started to transcribe each strange symbol on the main alter as best she could<br><br>"That does make sense" Aryia added, we will try and make our way back here before sun-set if ther is such a thing in this place, or at least when we get hungry, the rest of us shall we split up or stay together, for I doubt that all want to stay with Roseanna, for she has to take it easy."<br><br>Aryia smiled then started walking down the right path, Angela looked quickly to Akara hoping she would also want to walk in the same direction before turning back to Aryia "Wait I will join you" then glacing back at Akara and the other heros "Come on lets go its a lost city !!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 13:52:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">Tarot (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg5728702#msg5728702)</div><br>Tarot stepped off the boat with Elise not far behind. the moment his bare feet touched the ground he could feel the magic of this island, they where already in motion with the place. There was a reason they where brought here and once they left there may not be a way to return to this location.<br><br>"Hmm, interesting... has it occurred to anyone that the dragon who became our king may not actually be our king, but a dragon? That his transformation was merely a way for us to feel comfortable enough to tell him more of our situation?"<br><br>The Wizard grew silent as they continued down the right path so his companions could absorb this information.<br><br>"They may not be a threat to us but we have no way of knowing if that is truly our king or not."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 15:13:15</strong>
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				<br>"Hmm well its possible, and we could be following a dragon which we think is our true king while the true king is rotting in some cell somewhere ? Hmm its possible perhaps we need to see a diviner to check, if we have the means."<br><br>Aryia ponded the predicament<br><br>"The dragon is very powerful, as most dragons are I guess, not that I am any expert, it could have eaten us, it may have fathomed the kings image from our minds and adopted its form, but why trick us ? what would it want from us ? such ancient creatures normally care little for the politics of the world, some crave power and want to be worshiped, if so why not do so for the right reasons ? and be good ? If it is good, why not follow it as a king ? If it is a dragon its knowledge of the past could be a boon we need to defeat logan. But your right I am not sure, until otherwise though what other choice do we really have ? I don't think it was in the mood for answer questions. Perhaps it can explain things later, or soon. Besides it DID wake Roseanna from her slumber. With nothing else to go on, seems good enough to me to give it a chance."<br><br>Aryia then looked to Tarot quizically<br><br>"Hey Tarot, is there any chance you can teach me that fancy spell that summons disembodied swords that fight for us ? that really was impressive.. If we are alone we need all aces we can possible imagine."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 04:28:43</strong>
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				"Get off of me! I don't need your help!" Ravus swung an oar at a sailor before stepping out of the row boat, he had been asleep the entire time, the psychic bullets and the massive force push drained too much of his energy. Though he was awake, he was still weak. <br><br>Ravus had refused each and every sword that was handed to him, none of them were moonslight, so they felt odd in his hand. He did grab several pistols and used his oar as a walking stick. He was breathing heavily, trying to stand up straight. He was an idiot, and feared he might have been a dead idiot with all the power he let out on the ship. "Go on ahead, I need to rest for a little while longer." Ravus' voice was scratchy and sounded extremely hoarse.&nbsp; He took a seat under a tree and went to pull his hat over his eyes, but remembered he had given it to Isaac. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 15:15:23</strong>
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				<br>After wondering for a while, a strange building covered in wines soon greeted them, it one of many along the path but this building, entirely made of marble seemingly from the outside took the company's interest.&nbsp; Soon they found themselves in what seemed to a a museam before being greeted by a man in robes with a hood so deep one could not make out his face<br><br>"Welcome to the Enchanted Wonderer, I assume your all new here, it is a place where trading of valueable enchanted or blessed antiques and items can be exchanged for simular ilk, or of course gold"<br><br>(http://www.lossiantiik.ee/2008/k08-09-08-80.jpg)<br><br>"Do feel free to wonder ... wait ... " He then stopped quickly and stared at the rapier<br>by Angela's hip"<br><br><div align="center">(http://getasword.com/2878-thickbox/highlander-duncan-macleod-rapier-sword-by-marto.jpg)<br></div><br>"Where did you find this ?" he asked sharply<br><br>"It was in the ships stores, the Fire's Grace had it in a box"<br><br>"May I have a look at it?"<br><br>"Ceratinly" Angela passed the hooded man the weapon, after a quick look he quickly snapped his fingers, summoning a servant that soon hurried the blade away.<br><br>"I am very thankful that you have completed the set, it will be placed on the statue immediately"<br><br>Sure enough the servant placed the sword in the hand of a statue that had another mirroring it<br>in its other hand, a statue which also sported strange shoulder jewellery Angela had not seen before<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.etsy.com/listing/67958800/brass-armor-epaulettes)<br><br>(http://img2.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.216578950.jpg)<br><br>(http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5295/5452975478_df0c11b284.jpg)<br></div>"Hang on a moment, that was mine !"<br><br>"Actually its not, its been stolen for generations, its the right hand rapier of the Boovaledeer set, one that is vital for the left hand rapier and of course the braid-of-winds to work, alone they are well ... just for show, together they are more, but alas all the property of the Elders, not you, still I am sure they would appreciate knowing you have finally completed it for them out of goodwill, they may give thanks their way ... here"<br><br>He quickly scribbled incomprehensible symbols on a parchment and signed it quickly before giving the parchment to Angela<br><br>"This says you were the bearer of the returned sword"<br><br>"I want it back ! I was going to train with it ! "<br><br>"I am afraid that is not possible, the elders like their treasure, especially in sets,&nbsp; but none would let one who isnt born to the sword near the completed set, its too valuable. It is for one that has blades in their blood, even if you trained for years it can't be nor will ever be yours, I am so sorry"<br><br>Angela took the parchment then looked about the others with a frown that was well ..<br>furious.<br><br>"Win the set ?"<br><br>"Perhaps you all could, there are other selection of prizes for those that manage to pass the gauntlet, several in fact, this set may be permitted by the elders to be a choice of one, but there are many others, all fascinating, unfortunately those that win them dont donate them to art or let others see their treasures, they horde, such a shame, such a loss in history. Still it is the way of things."<br><br>"Gauntlet ?"<br><br>"Hmm ... I think I will let the elders explain that one, still if you have gold or other magical items to trade, do linger elsewise please don't get too tempted with what will remain out of your means and do see yourselves out when you can"<br><br>He then dipped his head then left ... as mysteriously as he arrived.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 02:34:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.timweske.com/images/weapons/pic28-l.jpg)</div>The arrival to the island was regarded without much fan fare by Akara who was still a bit in shock from the discussion with a dragon who could be her king. She was so far out of her element she couldn't even see it anymore. The small childish part of her wanted to cover her face with her hands and just hide for a while until the world made sense again, alas she couldn't give in to such desires.<br><br>Instead Akara's gaze was distant and she communicated little. She followed Angela, Ayria Tarot listening but making no comment. She herself was thinking. Her people had legends of dragon slayers as well as riders, ones that seemed far more likely after seeing the images in the caves but she'd never given them thought or credence before. In fact she'd found them so fantastic she'd barely given them notice. Now she kinda wished she'd paid a bit more attention to the old stories spun for children.<br><br>In the marble building Akara's attention wondered a bit but her attention was drawn once more by Angela and the disagreement she was having. She moved closer and listened in her gaze lingering on the set and odd sense of desire slipping through her but she brushed it away. At the mention of training Akara smirked placing a hand on her shoulder. "You couldn't have trained with that blade anyway but we'll find you something just as nice for you to use once you have the skill to actually handle it."<br><br>Akara hid her interest in the gauntlet the man had mentioned. To her is sounded like some sort of competition but she refrained from asking question yet. Instead she walked around looking at everything from exotic weapons to shields and trinkets but it was the various blades that drew most of her attention. Most were too heavy or not the right style for her but one set stood out.<br><br>The blades looked like they held a piece of the sky and when she drew near she could almost smell the dry heat of her home. Her fingertips drew forward to caress the blade of the one with the bird head worked into the hilt but she drew back at the last moment her fingertips curling into a fist before she drew back her arm so it rested against her body. Her gaze traced the curve of each blade and she noticed how the image in the blade wavered a bit if she stared at it.<br><br>The longer she looked the more her desire for them grew and so did the certainty that she had nothing of worth to trades for them. She had a string of gold around her waist and her signet ring in her boot but nothing she could trade with. <br><br>A bit annoyed that she had vast wealth across an ocean rendered useless when she actually wanted it she turned away to look to the others to see if they'd found anything of interest and to once more look for the man who'd addressed Angela. They'd need a place to stay here and since he was so far the only one around he would serve well to point them in the direction of someone they could speak too about arranging their stay there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 11:49:44</strong>
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				(http://www.wallpaperpimper.com/wallpaper/Art_&amp;_3D/Women/Snake-Woman-1-1F35IVM9FL-1024x768.jpg)<br><br>"Ahhh there you all are, well most of you any way"<br><br>A strange creature with the upperbody of a naked woman and the lower half of a snake entered without a sound.<br><br>"I am Sherara, an elder, from watching how Athkore respond and behave, we have managed to piece snippets we have overheard of your stories and explainations we have magic ears for to discern the truth in your mutterings."<br><br>She then bowed<br><br>"Please forgive me, mutterings is inappropriate, dramas, yes that is more a suitable word, us elders live for eons and we forget what is important, dismiss to much until we realise we have dismissed everything and everything in return will in turn .. dismiss ussssss ..."<br><br>she spoke the last word with a hiss that sounded very snake like and sure enough a snake tongue lashed the air quickly from between her lips<br><br>"This separation from the elders and the else has made it harder for ships to pass through the veil to us, and for us to leave. Your arrival renews the transition, and is something we are in great debt to. For too long the conditions of entering have been specific, too specific, we have been so arrogant to create conditions of us being interrupted from causes long forgotten, by the time we have resolved the issues we have immersed ourselves in we often journey back to find the civilization we wished to help with our findings, long dead, being imortal, or close to it makes one loose the ability to relate to others time-scape, and the values those that live in them have"<br><br>She then bowed<br><br>"Your arrival reminds us of our duty, and has not only helped the veil grow in strength,<br>but of course has snapped a few of us out of the meditations that can easily make us fade<br>from even the minds of other elders, so self-centered we become when none relate to us.<br><br>But how can they, if it up to us to relate to those of quick-blood, or else what else is there but principals, decadent liberties those with power to be proud can hold aloft and judge the world by,&nbsp; principals based on reasons and values long forgotten, often long irrelevant, leaving no option for the new... or of course yourselves"<br><br>She then slithered with remarkable speed to several of the statues with completed sets of <br>magical treasures as well as some others that seemed equally mysterious<br><br>"The set that the golden-hilt-sword completes doesn't belong to me, but to one that is in my debt<br>never the less, The braid of winds permits the wearer to control weather and even fly for<br>brief spurts of time and explode in a whirlwind of rapier slashes and thrusts .. it is something<br>I would adore to use when reminiscing of ancient times. It is something I will keep and use"<br><br>"But if I do claim this his debt will be repaid to me, something he is longing to do for over three<br>thousand years, and didn't expect to occur with this set, his only one in this room"<br><br>She then saunted up to each hero and inspected them in turn intently<br><br>"You are all splendidly handsome and beautiful specimens of your kind ... There is <br>a lot my eyes can see, many elders can peer into the souls of others and see their deeds and values<br>I can see some, not all, current ones by our standards, and impressive heroes you have all been<br>in your own regard, thanklessly scorned and villified to protect a Lord of lies"<br><br>She spoke the words without scorn, as if used to such sentences<br><br>"Hey the parchment that proved we returned it ! where is it ? It was in my hand a moment ago,<br>we need it to prove to him we did the .. um ... well .. " Angela shouted pointing an accusing finger at the elder, who raised one eyebrow then opened&nbsp; one hand, to have it appear in her palm<br><br>"No need, I have it, no need to pester yourself finding him, That set I will claim for novelty sake, <br>and inform him his debt is repaid in full, not that I need to fly with it but being able to does have a novelty"<br><br>Over a nude torso she donned the braid of winds, then took both rapiers in each hand from the statue,<br>none of the servants dared say anything. She then inspected the blades and smiled. With a whisper<br>her body lifted to the rafters as she posed her sword's dazzlingly.<br><br>"Glorioussssssssss way to stretch" she said, seemingly very pleased.<br><br>Her tail, now elevated completely from the ground lashed towards the robed hooded overseer that <br>had re-entered into the foyer a moment before and pointed at the man, its end an inch away from his nose<br><br>"Sage Ramford, The elders are in gratitude for these morals presence, ensure they have all&nbsp; a bag of gold for spending of flippant things that strikes their fancy from the citys' markets all from the fat coffers of this place, oh and give the company a choice of five artifact or magical sets their group desires, and also insist they choose wisely to please their members that are not present here, or tell them to factor their opinion into their choisesssssss"<br><br>"Yes Mistress... " At this the robed man looked to those nearby and shrugged&nbsp; "But what of ones reserved for prizes completing the gauntlet ?"<br><br>"Permit one of their choices to be from those reserved for such, the rest of any other kind but, if they <br>want more normally reserved for passing the gauntlet, they can run it themselves"<br><br>She hissed then slithered towards the exit, swiping the rapiers happily, in a manner that&nbsp; delighted in the the wooshing sounds doing so made. Before leaving she then glanced back at the group, her swords she thrusted into belt rings, of a belt<br>that seemed to materialise the moment her sword tips seeked a surface, after her hands were free, she moved them in gaceful arch's showing an image of a palace<br><br><div align="center">(http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/97/62/castles,fantasy,illustrations-97620e8f8aebd0353740bbef8193f4d9_h.jpg)<br></div>"On the top of the left most hill is my humble abode, if you do not wish to sleep in hammocks<br>of&nbsp; your ship but desire rest in beds more bountiful with servants and of course better food, you are all<br>welcome to any wing of my palace you choose, and your all invited to join me for dinner in the top tower <br>at sundown each day. For as long as your in the city consider my palace your home if you wish it, a wing or tower of which can be be each of yours, dinner is when you can share my company if you desire it, do not beleive you will outstay your welcome for your lives are fleeting to me. ... I will inform my fellow elder, a debt he never thought he could shake off is finally resolved... before telling my servants you are all expected ... you can command them as if they are yoursssss "<br><br>With one more lazy swipe of one of the golden hilted swords she made her way into the forest in a manner only a snake could manage.<br><br>"Well um that was unexpected" The Sage Ramford almost coughed, before snapping his fingers. Moments later servents<br>quickly placed gold bags, as many as there were heros and lanleys in the company on the main counter<br><br>"One for each of you, do take the ones for those not present to the right people please, and um I guess you can make five selections ... I suggest you do, Sherara is one of the most respected of elders, her word is law, this gift of selections and her hospitality is unheard of I do suggest you accept it immediately, most graciously"<br><br>He then waved both hands about to indicate the statues and strange pedestals that lined the walls of the shop.<br><br>"Be my guest, or Sherara's to be more precise"<br><br><em>(OOC: Um I guess choose whatever you want, what is "the one reserved for gauntlet winners" will just be more powerful ... no real need to discuss too much in occ I suppose ... sharing is caring lol, or be outright selfish / whatever, about time our characters got a reward for all the crap they have gone though right :D :)</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 14:37:50</strong>
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				Angela appreciated Akara's comforting pretense for her face- full of fury was softened at the suggestion that a different type of sword would be appropriate for her anyway. Still thin lips prevailed and Angela looked at the newcommer with a suspicious glare. Still gold did appear in everyone's hands and sure enough selections were made ... <br><br><div align="center">********************<br></div><br>The message and gold pouches were soon given to those that didn't join the main group, and despite some protests all managed to gather at the palace a few hours later, mainly after doing some shopping at the markets that they did pass through on the way to the palace.<br><br>(OOC: Akara, do feel free to spend Angela's gold for swords or whatever you feel is appropriate for her,&nbsp; or alternatively she can just give her gold pouch to you to see to whatever you feel is appropriate etc)<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.thecultureconcept.com/circle/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/kedleston.jpg)<br></div>Approaching the palace triggered the gateway to open as if done by invisible hands, silently,&nbsp; as all gathered in the foyer a disembodied voice of the elder hissed from all directions<br><br>"Greetingssss ... All statues will be animated into your servants at whim, ask any for service and they will see to it before resuming their place. They are of my creation they don't have feelings nor souls so you can not offend them. They are statues that move, not living things I have formed into<br>stone"<br><br>Angela and Roseanna looked about the roof to see if the source of the voice was a magical item but none seemed to indicate as such, not obviously any way.<br><br>"Hmm .. " Roseanna murmoured, not trusting the situation "This seems a little too friendly, elder huh?" she managed, not caring if she was being overheard.<br><br>"There are more towers and wings of this palace than there are people, feel free to choose one that suits you, you can request any statue to ensure food of your choice arrives when u see fit, and your rooms cleaned,<br>when and how often you desire. Feel free to use any library, pool, training rooms or the likes you stumble on, its been too long that this place has seen a living soul other than myself, its refreshing to see change. I will be in the topmost tower in sundown, please do join me I would be fascinated with what you would have to sssshare"<br><br>Then her voice ended abruptly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 10:28:25</strong>
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				Soon a strange soldier walked up onto the small group of visitors. Dressed in a unique type of armor that mimicked the scales and hide of a dragon. The spear he carried was polished to a mirror shine with ornate carvings and tint on it, indicating it was for more ornamental use than it was for actual combat. The area they were in hardly seemed like an area that needed a large military to maintain order and were much more likely for show and pomp than war. The soldier approached stopping at a comfortable distance and bowed his head slightly.<br><br><div align="center">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101120100912/finalfantasy/images/thumb/1/19/Kain_%28Dissidia_012%29.png/350px-Kain_%28Dissidia_012%29.png)</div><br>"<em>Master Athkore apologizes that he could not be along side you for your adventures into our city, but he is busy talking with the Elder Dragon Council about the developments you have told him. he has many questions about this but few answers. He however wishes to give each of you an invitation to a dinner with him tonight at the Elder palace.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 12:46:40</strong>
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				"Hmm well arn't we popular, I certainly hope its for the right reasons this time" Roseanna added dryly<br>"Two elders requesting our company, sounds like we are already pawns for something else in my book"<br><br>Aryia looked about to see others reactions then nodded<br><br>"I am delighted, he is our dragon-elder-king his requests must tale precedence, I will attend dinner at the Elder's palace and I am sure others will also, please do request of the king if it is possible for an invitation to also extend<br>Sherara's way, for she has given us hospitality to stay as well as seen to our purses being filled, as well as a courtesy of some gifts from a magical trading store nearby. I find it exceptionally rude if we take her up on her offer to reside here, and after such generosity only to spur her dinner invitation in favor of another that came later our king or not"<br><br>((OOC: I have also given some suggestions on magical treasures from the store that was granted - would love to hear others thoughts on them <br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89322.msg5980476#msg5980476 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89322.msg5980476#msg5980476) ))<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 23:44:38</strong>
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				Those purchases were encouraged Akara only spent enough to buy a pair of .gif]foils (http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/user/fencing/images/Foil[1) to teach Angela with and a light embellished rapier (http://www.swordsaxe.com/images/products/display/Musketeer_III_Rapier_Sword.jpg) for actual use once she learned the basics. It would be her reward once she'd learned her lessons just as Akara's first sword was gifted to her once her lessons were completed. Akara bought these with the gold given to her leaving Angela to do what she wished with her own share.<br><br>After she was done paying for her selections she joined the others in time to hear Roseanna's dry comment. Akara's eyes narrowed slightly. She'd often noted her general distaste for the witch but the observation was one that annoyed Akara greatly. "We can afford to offend no one here. Our place in our own world was of authority, here it is not. We must be careful." she said "I'll also dine with our king since I believe Sherara will not only know of the invitation but will be watching us closely to see who we'll chose to attend to."<br><br>With that she gave a sigh and rubbed the back of her neck. "I'm going to clean up and find a room. Angela I'd like you to meet me in the training room in an hour. Ayria your welcome to join us. If you'll both excuse me." She said giving a light incline of her head before leaving the group.<br><br><div align="center">(http://thehouseunique.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Unique-Bed.jpg)</div><br>Wondering down what seemed like endless halls and peeking into endless rooms Akara felt very out of place. After what seemed like hours later Akara finally found a room that didn't scream wealth of was dripping with lavishness. The room was large and mostly open with a chest against one wall, an entire wall of windows that opened into a huge balcony, a bed tucked into a corner and another room branching off into a marvelous bath room with a sunk in pool deep enough to dive into and a water fall trickling water making a comforting sound.<br><br>Akar actually smiled walking in noticing the decorations was much like her own homes style with layers of fabric, one corner held a pile of large pillows much like the ones she would sit on at home. No chairs were in the room but she noticed a low table where the person is meant to sit on the floor to use. "perfect" she told the room walk in and laying the foils and swords she carried on the low table before taking off everything save her basic garments leaving clothed in just &nbsp;harem pants (http://www.arxfashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/harem-pants.jpg) and the tube top (http://avidfashioncenter.com/images/item/SO-TOP-TUBEa-Z04-02-imgA.jpg) style top both in a plain black. <br><br>Using her normal grace though unimpeded&nbsp; by the layers of fabric she usually wore Akara went to the bathroom and spend just under an hour scrubbing her body in the cool water that felt like heaven against her skin. When she finally left the haven of the water she came back to find fresh clothing in a closet much to her relief. She dressed lightly without a vale only a sheer white cover over her pantaloons and top in a vibrant red. grabbing the two foils she found the training room. Smiling she paced the room measuring the space and twirling the foil through her fingertips getting used to the light weight of it as she waited for Angela.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 09:53:03</strong>
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				Once the the market Roseanna, Aryia and Angela soon were feverishly discussing how to best spend the gold they had and after a furious whispers all had agreed and split off to see to different aspects of whatever strange plan&nbsp; they devised.<br><br>Roseanna quickly found <br><br>"The Rose Appocacathy" &nbsp;(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rj_nIT5XXsU/Sl3EX4T2g6I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/7rqF2JG5OU0/s400/6a00d834524f6f69e200e54fb865778833-800wi.jpg) in the centre of the marketplace&nbsp; which agreed to spilting the profits evenly after Roseanna handed over a considerable amount&nbsp; of gold with the&nbsp; the understanding that the store was to upgrade the store to manage&nbsp; additional potions and&nbsp; salves that the Mistpeak witch knew of. <br><br>Soon talk of potions which could make fluids from ones privates be of a scent and taste of ones choice, salves that permanently stopped hair growing in different places, ones that changing eye color skin tone and even salves that removed wrinkles and skin blotches had her fellow owner smiling broadly, once sure the other was&nbsp; equality enthused of the profit potential of expanding so, Roseanna handed over more to see the woman buy glassware and extend the store's own size to manage the increased aspirations.<br><br>Meanwhile, after rumming through maps to find that the land towns dotted about the city, Aryia haggled the purchase of <br>a large and a small sloop &nbsp;(http://www.halfmoon.mus.ny.us/2009freshriver/related_programs/daily_logs/7_18/7_18_37.jpg) which were currently at the docks. After which Ariya spoke liberally on using it to ferry city market goods to nearby towns via the river and coast over using the roads to all trade store owner that cared to listen. <br><br>Talk of avoiding the use of roads for such things to let the roads grow over, allowing the forest to reclaim areas best used by wilds plants and animals had some nodding, some shrugging. Still the novelty of giving it a go did interest some, and soon some market traders began talks with the ships captains to organise profit margins and cargo room to make the though worthwhile for all parties concerned.<br><br>The beginnings of trade fleet, as small as it may be at this point greatly satisfied Aryia who then left the markets with her hands full of scroll maps, quills and inkwells ... <br><br>Most of&nbsp; Angela gold also went into what Roseanna and Aryia were endeavoring, but enough was let over to purchase leather armour (http://www.turbosquid.com/FullPreview/Index.cfm/ID/221290) at least, and perhaps a hundred or so gold to spare. <br><br>Not knowing if Akara would insist it on its inappropriateness or not had her feeling uneasy about the purchase, but the idea of Angela fensing with one famous for their swordplay without one did give her a desire to be protected, at least in a token manner, even if her trainer was so experienced not to land a blow, the thought was intimidating and anything to feel that was something between Akara's sword and her own flesh seemed a damn good idea to Angela.<br><br>*<br><br>(http://www.lagreca-dmc.com/files/Grand%20Master%20Palace-courtyard%20through%20arch.jpg)<br><br>The training courtyard Akara found herself in was one of many, it was the one closest to her room but another much larger grass covered courtyard was present to use if the hero so later decided. Several of the statues automatically began to set into motion once Akara entered, minutes later every odd one was holding a deep bowel full of pure cold water while every statue between had large thick towels for any using them to dry themselves draped over each arm<br><br>Before Akara became impatient with her student, Angela did appear with a statue servant in toe, this one carrying a platter covered with fruit and dried meats.<br><br>"I'm so sorry Im late Akara" Angela stumbled "I hope this armour is ok, I wasn't sure what sort of armour is good for the swords you have in mind for me" she let out in a rush.<br><br>"Akara, I wont be late again but please forgive me I would have been on time then I remembered how little you have been eating recently, and well you have to eat for both of us remember ? I know dinner will come in a few hours, but I know what your like your barely going to touch any food placed in front of you no matter how much or well presented, please please Akara ... I " <br><br>... she then dropped her shoulders as if defeated<br><br>"I wan't to share your bedchambers Akara, it just seems wrong for me not to, and its the only way I can be sure I can force some food into you, for us both you know."<br><br>She then stopped talking feeling she may have said too much too quickly and adopted a self conscious posture while the statue holding the food took up a place in a corner of the yard, lifted the platter over its head, then bent its knees to sit cross legged before becoming solid stone again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 10:16:59</strong>
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				The moving statues took a bit to get used to but in a way they reminded Akara of the beasts of metal the roamed the great deserts of her home and she found the idea comforting an an odd way. When Angela finally appeared she was stumbling over herself her words coming in such a rush and Akara lightly shook her head. The people of mistpeak spoke far more then anyone in aurora but it was kind of a charming attribute, Akara had little doubt of what was in the girls head.<br><br>Angela's concern was touching and for a moment she felt guilty, she'd never eaten much the heat at home made it hard and the habit once she was away from home to eat little had never left her. then the topic shifted to bedchambers and Akara stiffened for a moment only to relax another wave of guilt passing over her but she quickly and easily brushed it away. She'd already come to a conclusion about that subject so she had no need to be concerned over it.<br><br>At first she said nothing walking around Angela her gaze flitting dispassionately over her body noting her stance. From behind she put a hand on the girls shoulder and on the small of her back. "Back strait, shoulders back. You can't slouch half of sword play is in your body, the way you move, confidence in those movement ] and your carriage. You can't <em>ever</em> be cowed by some one else." She said stepping back and nodding once Angela stood the way she'd instructed.<br><br>"I'm sorry I have not been eating enough, honestly eating often is not a priority though i will try to make it one in the future. As for the other subject the one of bed chambers..." Akara trailed off for a moment looking away from Angela before meeting her gaze once more, "You'll be here everyday at dawn and dusk and I will work you harder then you'd ever imagine teaching you the discipline and determination of my culture and in the evenings you can teach me of your culture in the manner we spoke of back in Bowerstone." She said her tone saying clearly she was sure in her decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 14:36:29</strong>
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				Ravus still sat where the others had left him when he rested. He was weak compared to them all, they all had their friends and companions with them. Ravus only had the shadows and the growing fear of Isaac being hurt or killed because of what had happened. He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, no longer caring what happened to him. He was sure that everyone was brought into a trap and killed by what they called their king, but he knew of the story about Jack of Blades and how he was actually a dragon, Ravus wasn't so accepting of this "Arex."<br><br>He slowly stood and decided to at least grab what was left of their remains, but he took the other turn at the fork in the road, he continued down and soon found himself off the path and at the mouth of a cave. Ravus knew that the cave was too small for the dragon to get in or out of so it must be of a smaller creature. Tormented by despair for the child of his dead lover, being stripped of his family's heirlooms, and coming to this strange place; Ravus dropped to his knees and opened his arms, his eyes were up upon the sky again before they shut. "I've done all that I can, please, creature, end my decimated life."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 16:36:22</strong>
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				(ooc: sorry about the poor grammar in my previous post i didn't proof read it, I will try and do so more often)<br><br>At Akara's comments Angela sighed gratefully, as if a huge burden was released from her, several in fact were and in thanks began to follow Akara's instructions to the letter. <br><br>Although Angela had no experience with a blade, she was an impressive dancer and it wasn't long until Akara started making use of her excellent sense of balance and coordination.&nbsp; Still the girl wasnt' used to pain nor physical exhaustion and although she was a quick learner, she was far from fit, and breaks for her to catch her breath were frequent enough to boarder on frustrating her teacher. <br><br>The third of such breaks had Angela leaning over a water bowl, staring at her own reflection. <br><br>"Good God Akara, how do you keep this up ? I mean I am trying with everything I have and you match it and so much more so effortlessly, Im rolling in sweat, fell over my feet more times than I have toes and not even one drop is anywhere to be seen on you, you barely move ! this is just like a stretch to you ... barely that ! stories of you fighting for HOURS exist, how is that even possible ?&nbsp; ..... "<br><br>"Itss.... because ssssshe is a hero youngling ... best spare breath to learn from her teachings not understand how or why ... hmm" Sherara was on a top balcony observing the past few minutes and wore only the enchanted jewelry about her shoulders and scabbard-ed swords on her hips. The snake-elder seemed without modesty or care for being otherwise bare breasted and had been silently approving how well Akara was training.<br><br>"With training skills as good as she hasssss I would gladly pay her a hero's wage for her to train my own ssssstatuessss in combat .. or any other hero in your company that hassss anything like such talent, once they learn they keep their knowledge, it would make my ssstatues not just ssservantssss but an army if the need arose... hmm sssssomething we can discuss over dinner ssssomehow, which reminds me I do need a General ... or someone that understands tacticsss better than I actually, hmm&nbsp; refining my own swordplay can only be done by one better at bladessss than I, training I also ssseek and would pay handsomely for" <br><br>she tilted her head to the side <br><br>"Many thoughts I care to discussss feel relavent now, but now is not the time, I am sorry for disturbing you both, sssuch thoughtsssshould be in the way of training one who needssss to learn how to focusss ... I have ssspoken out of turn, please both of you, do forgive me. The training yard hasn't been used in so long I almost forgot its ettiquette .. However I am very pleased, its so good to have more living souls here again, it makes it feel alive, warm ... fresshhhhhh... like a sea breese-ssss "<br><br>Her tounge serpent-like licked the air again instinctively before the elder dipped elegantly in a bow of respect to the trainer only to then slither away from the courtyard balcony at an effortless pace that which unnerving to watch ... <br><br><div align="center">**<br></div><br>At the Cave that Ravus has lingered.<br><br>"Decimated life ?" A very feminine voice inquired<br><br><div align="center">(http://api.ning.com/files/3gp3rKrhEA6SlpECSxHqGOXUQvntb0YooBDAjMpvmxDETsrXc*oo-m38bztuxnRjUMK3TTWOajAlJerxZD7pisTvy*ys8l-y/digital_CG_art_Fairy.jpg?width=737&amp;height=460)</div><br>Turning about Ravus saw literally a fairy on a swing that swayed silently to her motions.<br><br>"Decimated means one part in ten lost, if it is one part in ten your nine parts whole, which is more than what most souls feel, mortal or otherwise"<br><br>She smiled at the man that was on his knees<br><br>"You are an interesting person, I don't meet many here, most are too busy well .. being busy and doing things, plans .. they have a want to change something all the time, if you don't have such needs on what changes should happen or what shouldnt change being distressed doesn't .... happen."<br><br>"I am not sure what creature your looking for but a fairy I am, G'olhuea, or Huea for short, but one that isnt interested in ending a decimated life. Or a full one, hmm or any partial part life come to mention it. Not that I really would think bad of myself for doing so, it just doesn't seem to be a hunger to ... well change anything, and ending something is changing something."<br><br>She shrugged her shoulders as if the thought was hard to understand let along relate to.<br><br>"Would you like to try the swing? Or was there another creature you hoped to meet that could well change a decimated life into different type of fraction ? For perhaps a different fraction, one that is more odd than even would be a fraction that feels more balanced for you, one you wouldn't be as needy to change into something ... less yes ?"<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 21:08:38</strong>
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				Angela's lack of stamina was a touch annoying but compared to many of the students she'd had she wasn't so bad, for a female she could one day be quiet competent even good if she dedicated herself. Akara was leaning back her arms crossed the blunted tip of the foil dancing lightly across the ground as she watched Angela's back as Angela spoke. A prideful smile took her lips and she ran her fingertips through her hair tossing it back. It was true everything she said and she knew it of course but to have it pointed out stroked her ego and made her feel nice.<br><br>The interruption of another voice had Akara's head snapped up and she eyed the snake woman. At her suggestions Akara showed no reaction though she formed her opinions in an instant. she tried to tell herself that her odd distrust of the woman had nothing to do with it, use as her distrust had nothing to do with the fact that she very much disliked snakes. No none of it had anything to do with the other.<br><br>At her apology and bow before withdrawing Akara inclined her head a touch accepting the bow of respect with grace before turning back to Angela. "She is right, much of my skill is enhanced not only by being a hero but by the armor you provide me with but gift and blessings are not everything. My master an old man in his sixties can still knock me on my backside should he choose to and he does far too often." She said with a wry smile, "He has not a drop of hero blood in his veins. Do you understand why I'm telling you this?" Akara asked coming forward and placing a hand on the girls shoulder.<br><br>She wasn't a normally touchy person but she was trying to adjust her thinking and adapt. If she was to be intimate with Angela then she should be comfortable touching her in a casual manner. "It's to show you that I'm not infallible, there are those who can still harm me and if you work hard enough you can be one of them." She said with a light smile before it turned teasing, "That is if you can manage to keep your breath. I some how expected your stamina to be a bit...more." She said with laughter lurking in her eyes before she turned away shaking her head as she slashed the foil through the air making it whistle with a flick of her wrist.<br><br>"OK like I showed you attack and be prepared to parry my counter." She said taking her stance her back strait her shoulder back her sword held loosely in her hand angled across her body, her knees were slightly bent and she stood on the balls of her feet making movement easy. She was training Angela in fencing since it was the only type of sword play where her build and slight frame would be an advantage&nbsp; rather then a detriment. It was Akara's favorite style one that she relied on heavily in her own particular style.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 14:31:26</strong>
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				Ravus didn't turn to look at her, he just sat there, his body was bare kept up. He had vengeance in his heart, which was something he never wanted to feel again. He just shook his head and went to pull his hat over his eyes, but he left that with Isaac. "I really don't care if i had spoken wrong; desecrated, destroyed, disaster bound, it doesn't matter. I lost a boy that was like a son to me, I was accused of treason, and I helped with the escape of the actual heroes only for them to be tricked and killed by a dragon that looked like our king."<br><br>"I have no desire to swing, I have no want of anything right now except for solutions or death." Ravus fished the little crossbow out of his pocket and sat it in his palm. His head dropped and his hair fell over his face, his eyes were blank, but his fingers were pulling apart the little weapon, returning it back to the pieces of scrap before they began to make something else. "If not for you, I would be alone..."<br><br>His good eye focused in on what his hands were making, he had turned a metal machine for killing into a steel rose. He had not clue how he did it, but the metal seemed to bend to his will while it was in his hands. He pressed out and made the rose bloom and jammed it into the ground next to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 03:16:30</strong>
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				<strong>Aryia<br></strong><br><br><div align="center">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cDqegufuyrU/SSHKsr6koKI/AAAAAAAABAs/63aa-IAhyhM/s400/outdoorbedroom.gif)</div><br>Aryia had found an outdoor bedroom area that seemed to be shielded by the wind which had an outstanding view. Quickly she had placed all map cases, scrolls and writing paraphernalia on the bench in a room nearby using smoothed rocks as paperweights.&nbsp; She had sent a statue to message Tarot requesting training of Ghost sword, a spell he was highly familiar with, something about it made Aryia believe it could come in handy one day. <br><br>There were several training areas but learning with other swordsman would give Aryia some idea of what instincts to instill in the Ghost sword, but that only made sense once you could cast the spell at all and for that she needed Tarot first, refining what it can do can come later. Aryia hoped to join Akara and Angela in the training courtyard but it only made sense if Tarot was there ... damn the libido of the man. Aryia smirked. Couldn't really blame him his lanley was lovely.<br><br>She felt sorry for Angela, who knew how hard Akara would be pushing her, if she was to live - quite a lot Aryia could imagine. She doubted Angela would have the energy to do anything other than sleep after whatever training sessions the swordmistress had in mind. Still not all problems were Aryia's to solve, She would meet them all for the kings dinner soon enough ... Hopefully Tarot wouldn't miss it, he was so busy bunting his lanley no doubt he would forget to even rock up to see his king. And if he could ignore his king, the likelihood of him ignoring Aryia's training requests was pretty much certain. <br>Either way, only time would tell.<br><br><strong>Angela</strong><br><br>The training session was over, well it may not have been to Akara hopes, but Angela was exhausted and no longer move,<br>her whole body was shivering from excersion and most frustratingly Akara looked like she had just woken up from a beauty nap, the contrast couldn't have been more striking, much to Angela's annoyance.<br><br>Still Akara had taught her ALOT about footwork, and mainly focused on having Angela learning instinctive footsteps that would prevent her tripping herself over or unbalancing if she suddenly had to fend off blows from unpredictable directions. Not that much swordwork this time, well a little swordplay, mainly how to hold it and very basic attacks, parrying and counterblows, but strangely to Angela, who thought her footwork would have been fine due to being a good dancer, what motions look great in dancing doesn't give you a sure footing in combat, still some simularities existed, sense of balance and momentum was one, orientation after spinning another....&nbsp; <br><br>But Damn Akara was good ... and thankfully not as nasty as she had imagined, many times her teacher could have got angry at Angela being so easily winded, how many trips to the cold bowel of water she had taken was hard to count. But Akara waited patiently, and some presses of the hand to reassure her that Akara understood Angela was giving it her all was comforting and more than welcome.<br><br>"Oh Akara, my body just can move" Angela said through labored gasps "I know you want to do more and push me harder, but I fear I will just collapse, I can barely walk, I have bruises everywhere from falling, and I thought I was quick on my feet. I am a good dancer ! Being unbalanced so easily by you is insulting. But well, unlearning the wrong habits that don't work in combat takes time and thankyou. I have a feeling its not going to get easier.... "<br><br>They had been at it some time and the sky did reveal that they should be making their way to the Elder's palace<br>if they did hope to make it to the kings diner... .<br><br><strong>Ravus</strong><br><br><div align="center">(http://api.ning.com/files/3gp3rKrhEA6SlpECSxHqGOXUQvntb0YooBDAjMpvmxDETsrXc*oo-m38bztuxnRjUMK3TTWOajAlJerxZD7pisTvy*ys8l-y/digital_CG_art_Fairy.jpg?width=737&amp;height=460)</div><br>"If he is dead he will re-incarnate again with those that hold him dear like yourself, What is lost can be found again, what is like a son can be like something else also. if he is alive then with the help of the elders you will be re-united. There are always ways if changing things really does consume you so"<br><br>The fairy left her swing and approached the main. She was the full size of a normal person still she had fairy wings that flittered as if itching to take flight.<br><br>"Oh mortal's and their obsession with change .. again, lives so short time should be to enjoy what is not change what is. Weird. And judgements too now ? Life thoughts stuffed with judgements and plans of change. Hmm never heard that before, oh yes I have, same beast, many faces raising its head again to those feeling its so unique because it concerns themselves. <br><br>But really accused of Treason ? Oh silly ! fairys are accused of SO much more, do you see that keeping us quivering so tho ? No ? " she quivered her wings while smiling broadly <br><br>"Worse things than accusations occur which upsets people a lot less than you .. and judgements from judgmental people, they deserve judgement they get judgement, those that dont judge dont receive it in the way that it hurts you now ... as they don't judge themselves or their own actions we just are, choice perhaps is the illusion, we were our magnificent selves then, are ourselves now.. which is the only real view I feel. <br><br>All reality is how we see things through our own eyes. But our eyes dont look backwards into our minds, our eyes stare away from ourselves forward they are not meant to look within, so it doesn't make sense to judge yourself or your own actions, or in-actions for that matter, as one doesn't have the sight to see one-self anyway ... and as far as being killed by a dragon ?"<br><br>She then sat cros slegged near the man and peered at him with large doe eyes<br><br>"That has not happened, they have been invited to dine with him this sundown and not to be his dinner, you have been too !<br>They are alive and well and have been searching for you ! If the dragonking had plans to kill them he would have done<br>so before any of you stepped foot on this shore. Also there is two presents for you waiting, a pouch full of gold and a lot of it ! as well as a magical treasure from a trading store that can be almost of your choosing, go past it now ... I think there is something there that may make you smile !"<br><br>"Solutions exist my find Rustic Hero, my hero. My butterflies tell me your a solution to others without them having to do anything ! You dont have to do anything for things to already be solved. Your solution something else is seeing to you only have to breathe ! Lady Fate is already weaving your destiny without you needing to spin your hands in her weaving, she doesnt need help. She masters change not you or I, have faith Ravus ! <br><br>She isn't weaving doom and gloom for you, you have had your fill of that and there are no more lessons for you to learn with such thoughts, she has only love and treasures and adventure and joy in mind for you from this point onwards.<br><br>And perhaps I am part of it" she winked "follow me my rustic hero... you will see" she smiled at the metal rose on the ground and laughed " Adorable ! thankyou ! Now your turn to receive the fruit of life ! "<br><br>Huea then took Ravu's hand and pulled thrusting him to his feet. Once Ravus was settled she dazzelled in light to reduce in size to about as large as one's hand, while her wings flicked faster what the eye could fathom.<br><br>"Please come Ravus my lovely rustic soul ... Let us both see what lady fate has woven for you together ... a new adventure of smiles ! " she then flew straight to his nose and poked it with a minute finger.<br><br>"You Trusting me now is my wish Ravus, if you grant me this wish, I will grant yourl higher sou three wishes of its own, you may not believe you have one, but one does exist writing your thoughts now as if your a character in a play, what is real to you now is but a choice of theirs, but your own higher soul does now have wishes granted without conditions which will change more things than you know, or need to ... just trust me"<br><br>While glowing like a will-o-wisp the strange fairy creature darted up a forest path stopping at a corner to ensure Ravus was following.<br><br>"Come on Ravus, its all waiting for you, everyone and everything is ... " in motions large for the fairy she moved her right arm in a circling motion to end with both hands thrusted towards where the path lead. <br><br>"You want change ? Don't stay put with such somber thoughts, new thoughts ! new places ! This way Ravus ! "<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 03:51:41</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Later that night when everyone had arrived for dinner...</strong></em></span><br><br>Once everyone had settled into their rest areas for the night, and had a handle on their numerous emotional problems, at least for a while, the heroes gathered at the Elders palace at the center of the city. The castle complex seemed to be more modest than many of the ones that the heroes had seen. It was decorated like a military facility, tasteful yet not overly dramatic. Mostly the grounds were covered in statues of dragons and notable people who had helped found the city. Inside there were hundreds of paintings of dragons and mortals. As if each painting was a memory of a long lost friend or hero.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/83A945C422F9DE0BC63698216369DFCF388AB3B3.jpg?t=1331861325)</div><br>They were escorted to the back of the bottom castle beneath the stronghold at the top of the mountain, were the escort told them that the council of elders sat and ruled on matters of state. They walked through the conservatively decorated castle to the back porch, where the dinner was now just being served. A magnificent view of the river and the fresh and cool night breeze made for an enjoyable evening.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/The-Thayer-Hotel-at-West-Point_Secondary12_wide.jpg?t=1331861511)</div><br>The king was standing near the large table where everyone was to sit. He was also standing with Roseanna who had rested at the neck of the forest and was able to once again stand on her own. Arex had come and got her, catching her up on the situation that had brought the heroes there.<br><br>"Ah excellent you all made it. Im sure each of you has many questions about this place, please feel free to ask them as we sit down, I have asked the elders to help me with my own, but they were limited on their knowledge of what happened to me before I came here." Said Arex sitting down at the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 04:04:28</strong>
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				Akara shook her head but she wore a smile on her lips. "You did well today for never having tried something this physically demanding before. We'll have to build up your stamina before we can really train you but we'll get you there. In the mornings we'll run for a mile and then go for a swim hopefully that won't be too hard on you and then in the evenings we'll work on foot work and basic maneuvers." She said with a nod.<br><br>Glancing towards the sky Akara sighed softly. "We don't have much time but you need to bath and dress for dinner. You'll feel better after eating I promise." She said flashing the girl a reassuring smile.<br><br>Her smile faltered slightly as a thought came to her and she bit her lower lip, "I don't know if you've already found a room but there are some rather nice ones in the west wing when I choose my own room." She paused for a moment before continuing, "The choice is yours but I feel responsible for your safety and I'd feel better if you were near." She said looking nervous though the for her meant her gaze wasn't steady and she kept shifting around unable to stand calmly like she normally did. After a long pause she spoke once more in a very low voice, "It might also make it easier for the...other part of our bargain." She said completely shifting her gaze away from Angela watching her only out of the corner of her eyes.<br><br><hr><br>At dinner Akara arrived in a swirl of black silk and dark blue silk peaking through the sheer nature of the black silk. She was regal with her sword belted at her hip and a heavy silver necklace hanging around her neck. Ebony hair hung in silky waves down her back rippling as she moved. She took her seat with a brief inclination of her head to her king whom once had seemed so close to her now seemed as distant as the cloud tops.<br><br>"I have a questions though they have little to do with this place." Akara said in response to Arex's invitation for questions. "Though I must admit some of your customs here have me intrigued. Several times over I've heard mention of the 'gauntlet'. Why don't you amuse us and explain what that is to help us better understand what type of people you are." She said her voice smooth and soft as she reached for her wine sipping it lightly before setting it back down her blue eyes sparkling softly in the light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 05:20:20</strong>
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				Arex leaned back in his seat and thought for a moment. "Ah yes, the gauntlet...to truely explain it I'll need to tell the story of how I got here, I was going to explain it later, but now seems better than keeping you all waiting. About two months ago, if I remember correctly, things are still fuzzy from that night... Said Arex, as he spoke a cloud of white began to form above the party, its image was like looking into the memories of his own mind. Exactly as he saw them.<br><br>"It was a dark night, it was on a ship as I recall, I was going to a land called....aurora...I was standing on the deck of the ship in the night when several men also came up on deck." Arex continued the image changing to show several of the Royal Guard and Logan surrounding the king. "A man calling himself...Logan approached me..."<br><br>As the King told his story, the cloud mimicked his story with the images of his memories, many of which were incomplete, a symptom of the amnesia most likely. Each hero watched intently of the Kings betrayal that night.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>****Flashback****</strong></em></span></div><br>"Logan what are you doing up? We don't reach landfall for another few days, and whats with the Royal Guard, whats going on?!" Demanded the King standing firm in his stance on the deck. Logan approached slowly. "I'm sorry brother...But you are not strong enough to lead Albion anymore, there have been to many mistakes on your part.." Said Logan without emotion. Arex clenched his fists and took a step forward<br><br>"How dare you, Im the only reason your not a dead body on the lawn of the Castle!! Yelled Arex, the guards not moving or Logan.<br><br>"I know, but to ensure that Albion is to survive...you must be brushed aside" said Logan raising a pistol from behind his back and pointing it at the King. The guards moving in on the Kings side, taking him by surprise, pining his arms behind his back.<br><br>"You sonofabitch, I'll see you hung for this!!" Yelled Arex still trying to fight his captors. "Take his magic armor off, we cannot have his significant other knowing of what is transpiring." Logan said, nodding over to a guard, which Arex did not recognize, but each of the heroes knew, his image burned into their minds. The ones who had declared them traitors Captain Vorhess....<br><br>"Im sorry sir, I tryed to tell you..." said Vorhess as he stripped the armor from Arex quickly.<br><br>"I once trusted you with my Army, my Security...I once trusted you with MY LIFE VORHESS, How can each of you forget your oaths so quickly!!" Arex screamed at him and the rest of the guards, who did not react. Arex was quickly stripped of his armor and his crown which Logan put on his own head. Arex took this measure of self importance as a chance to act. Quickly jabbing both the guards pinning his arms behind his back, Arex was able to break the hold and take one of the guards swords from its sheath. Charging at Logan with all the might he had. The guards then quickly raised their weapons and fired, several missing but several making their mark. The heroes sitting and watching could almost feel each of the shots impact onto Arex's body. Several shots now filled Arex's torso and arms. Forcing him into a bloodied and beaten state. Only standing up at the edge of the railing with the last shred of his strength, His vision failing him. Logan walked up to Arex one last time and delivered the final blow. Firing his pistol into his own brother's lower abdomen, the old railing failing to hold his weight anymore. Arex fell backwards into the cold water below, shot, bleeding and defeated as a King. The last words he spoke before passing out he spoke were ones to his own friends.<br><br>"Forgive me my friends............I wasn't strong enough....." He said before Arex passed out from the pain and the memory cloud vanished.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>****End Flashback****</strong></em></span></div><br>Arex paused for a few moments, the memory of the traumatic moment still fresh in his mind. "When I awoke, I was on a beach on an island I did not know, barely alive or even able to talk. Everything prior to that memory are just snipits of clouded moments of conversation with each of you and a few others that I cannot recognize. Thats when I saw the Dragons overhead. To be honest I thought I had died and was in the afterlife. That was until I was healed somehow and was taken before the Elder council and given a choice. Be healed and sent back to my own world or take the challenge of the Gauntlet and prove my worth to the council so that I may stay."<br><br>"The gauntlet is a series of challenges, unique to each and every person. It is a test of worth to the community but also a mind trip for yourself, it makes you challenge yourself and be reminded of the choices you have made in the past, both good and bad. But the first stage is always the same for each. You have to enter the Chamber of a Thousand memories. A seemingly endless cave path, that has a magical propriety that forces you to relive every painful moment you have ever had in your life. It trys to make you question and second guess the choices you have made in life, from the most miniscule fights to the most serious of crisis'. Making you relive your entire life in a few minutes. Although for me, since my memory is so clouded, much of the memories I did not understand nor comprehend.<br><br>"After that there are two more challenges. Each would be unique as I said. My two were a battle with an Eldar Dragon. I had to survive five minutes in an arena against a full blown dragon and survive. Then I had to have a debate with another elder dragon about what a leader's responsibilities were, along with other questions. It seemed as if there was no right answer to his question, each time I answered he would question the choice in its entirety. Making me second guess myself on several questions. It was through these ordeals that I proved both to myself and to the people of this land of my worth to them. At the end of the trials I was given the elders blessing to stay in the city as a citizen.<br><br>Arex then took a quick sip of wine from his glass and paused for a few moments as the appetizers arrived. A salad and bread combination.<br><br>"A few days later after I was starting to settle in as a new person. The elder dragon I fought during my trial, Athkore, began to fall into his final hibernation stage, he was the second oldest dragon in all of the world and no one knew he was so far gone in his age. I felt terrible that I had made him spend the rest of his remaining energy fighting me. But he told me that he had watched my progress as a person and he had to see for himself if I would overcome my own troubles. I attended to his needs as the sleep overcame him. He then offered me something that only a few dragons in all of the past had done before, He offered to bind his soul to mine. I would carry his strength and power and become a dragon myself. Able to take on the world in what he predicted would be my 'troubled' future. I did not understand until each of you came here. I agreed and the ceremony was a long and painful one. Through the soul binding process I had to basically relive each of Athkores memories, reliving his thousands of years of history and wisdom. Once it was done Athkore's body was no more and I took on his name and responsibility to carry on his legacy."<br><br>Arex said then exhaling a large amount of air.<br><br>"Im sorry if I rambled, but each of you has been kept in the dark for to long since you got here, I needed to leave everything on the table."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 07:01:13</strong>
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				<br>Angela nodded to the suggestion of what was in store each morning. Secretly she cringed thinking how brutal the regieme may be but she was determined to give it a go. She had to be able to survive on her own, before she had relied on magic but that wasn't an option now.<br><br>"Certainly Akara" Angela managed a bow to end the training session for the moment. On wobbly legs she made her way out of the courtyard while Akarra talked<br><br>"I would much prefer to share your bed, but my own formal bedroom I would love to boarder yours if you beleive that I should be elsewhere, but I do long to be beside you" She said, too exhausted to hide her feelings. <br><br>"I would feel safest, its ... right" she said proudly, then with determination "You will see" <br><br><strong>** At dinner</strong><br><br>All had seated and Angela ensured she sat as close to Akarra as the chairs allowed. But winced often due to bruises she had sustained from countless trips.<br><br>Aryia, dressed in a black silk nodded to each hero who joined the able, and noted the sorry state Angela was in but knew it was the warriors way and choose not to comment but instead sipped a wine glass, thankful that her magic still served her. <br><br>"Remember Akarra, you have to eat for both of us, I feel batted everywhere and my body needs nutrients, you don't have an excuse now" Angela smiled although even that seemed to make her tummy muscles ache. But she motioned to the food anyway ... "Its glorious, please feast ! Its why its there"<br><br>Roseanna was also present and very happy with how things were turning out, for the first time since knowing her others had noticed a smile on her face, and she did make pains to stay within the shadow of her king. Her eyes glowing with something, not that any would know, for they barely left the king.<br><br>When all the heros finally did arrive and the king managed to talk more things made sense.<br><br>"Although we are all itching to strike logan now and thoughts of delaying it feel wrongful for they would only see him grow in power, we are too few and weak at the moment for us to do any good, he knows what we can do and expects us, we need months at least to prepare against someone so ... established." Aryia added<br><br>"My king, this dragon soul you have, does he have any legacy or aspirations that you desire our help with before you feel free to focus on the matter of Logan ? When we do strike we need you wish us together, for that we need you whole and focused, if there is any issues with this fusing, unresolved matters the dragon had that is ebbing in your heart, please, can you speak of them now ? We will help, that is why we are here. "<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 07:34:03</strong>
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				Ravus sat there and listened, his body felt hollow, but there was something about this fairy that made him actually look up at her for the first time, his good eye almost as dead as the dead eye. But there was a small glint of life left.<br><br>When she asked him to follow her, Ravus wasn't quick to respond. He wasn't sure if it was wise to follow her, fairies from he was from were evil. He slowly got back up and made his way towards Heua. He moved his hand through his hair, pushing his hair out of his face. Ravus took a breath and stood up straight. He looked at her small body and straightened his jacket. <br><br>"I am not saying that I am fully trust you, but if you can take me to the others, I will be grateful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 08:35:13</strong>
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				Akara forgetful about her own needs was aware of Angela's and when prodded once more to eat did so though her tastes ran more towards the fresh fruits and vegetables that were so hard to keep in the desert she partook of a bit of everything having a very loose understanding of nutrition and that each food provided the body with something of value and that no one dish could keep a person healthy.<br><br>The kings story kept Akara quiet as it shed a great deal of light on the questions she'd yet to have spoken. She'd often since learning her king was a dragon wondered how it was possible, his explanation made sense but it still left her feeling rather torn. Her kings loyalties were no longer to her kingdom, her was tied to this place, these people. He wasn't just her king anymore and it made her nervous.<br><br>Ayria's questions underlined that fact. Arex had other obligations now besides Albion. How could he be the king she remembered now? She shook her head trying to banish the tormenting thoughts. He was her king, they'd just gotten him back, how could she possibly be doubting him already? Taking another bite she forced her mind on to another subject letting her gaze linger away from the king. <br><br>Akara's eyes met Ayria's for a moment telling her without words she needed a moment of her time after dinner before drifting to Angela her words before they parted. She'd felt...odd after Angela had spoken. It was disquieting to feel pleased about it given she already knew Angela wished to share her bed but it was a new experience and a new situation and as her comfort with the idea grew she found her unease fading though the fear of it still lingered. She hoped that would fade once the unknown was faced just like in battle she often found herself fearful while riding in bu that quickly faded once the action started, she hoped this was the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 09:29:48</strong>
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				"Ah yes...that was another point I was going to speak about...You see the problem is that..." Said Arex lowering his head a bit after the question of distractions came to his ears. Just as he was about to speak a servant rushed up to him and brough news. "<em>Master Athkore, Lord Consul Karsis is just about to land for the dinner.</em>"<br><br>"Ah excellent our VIP has arrived" said Arex backlogging the question for a while as he watched the night sky and quickly spotted a dragon in the sky flying towards the castle. It quickly landed and showed its age and his appearance (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111216204946/elderscrolls/images/1/16/Alduin_Close-up.jpg) struck fear into the hearts of all who were present. The natural urge to defend themselves against the evil looking blood red eyes looked at each of the party. The dragons body was weathered with thousands of years of age. Its scales deep black with rough edges from weathering. However instead of attacking the dragon quickly went to its mortal form. A drastic change in its appearance was also in store. Its mortal form was one of a young but battle grizzled veteran (http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine.jpg?t=1331880201), scars lined his body, several patches of black upon further looking were dozens of small scales in various colors and shades. Around the open areas of his body were the armor didn't protect, were covered in Red, soft feathers (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110311230145/finalfantasy/images/b/bd/Trancekuja.gif), his hair was also the same color. Even though his body was supposed to be human he still had a long tail covered in the same feathers with the occasional patch of scars and scales.<br><br>"Lord Karsis, thank you for coming" said Arex quickly standing and giving a polite bow of the head to the elder. The elder dragon then approached the side where Arex was standing. Those assembled could feel the shear amount of magical power emanating from this dragon. <br><br>"<strong>I wouldn't miss the party of the week, new comers is the closest thing to a happy surprise we get around here.</strong>" said Karsis, his voice calm yet still had the power behind it as if he was still in his dragon form. Arex then turned to the party.<br><br>"I would like to introduce Lord Consul Karsis, head of the council of elders and the oldest living dragon in existence." Said Arex introducing him. Karsis gave a slight bow of the head in response and said "<strong>A pleasure to meet all of you</strong>"<br><br>After a few moments of introductions, Karsis sat down with the rest of them and quickly partook of the food of the evening.<br><br>"<strong>Athkore, I have to tell you, a few minutes ago I had Sherara banished from the realm</strong>" said Karsis with a serious tone.<br><br>"Wait the snake lady near the docks? I thought we had her under control?"<br><br>"<strong>Yes, and I thought we had her taken care of, but she violated numerous rules of her house arrest. She first took in your friends here for hospitality, a clear violation of no visitors. Claiming weapons without permission of the party and then trying to get in as a friend with the group. She is was too dangerous to continue to have any sort of mercy on her. She has been given plenty of chances to change her ways.</strong> Said Karsis explaining the situation, then realizing that he was talking about the very creature that had taken in the group from the docks. "<strong>Im sorry that you had to learn of her this way but Sherara, the snake lady that introduced herself to each of you earlier in the evening, has been under strict and specific rules regarding her crimes against the elder council. </strong><br><br>"I'll try to explain it a bit better. Sherara was a special case from a few hundred years back. When she first came here she was very tame and comfortable with her circumstances. But as time passed she became increasingly paranoid and obsessed with the militarization of this city. Stockpiling powerful artifacts, perfecting battle techniques. She even killed an elder during her Gauntlet trials.<br><br>"<strong>Killed him? She coiled him up using her snake body, kissing him, then crushing the elders body till it was dead. Add to that a hypnotic gaze that she has been training to be more powerful and you have a deadly combination. I still cannot believe that the council voted to keep her after the trials and just lock her up in her palace was going to in any way reverse that behaivor.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 10:45:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89321.msg3914502#msg3914502)<br></div><br>Aryia gasped " Sherara Banished ?" and sat forward in her chair<br><br>"I will not second guess the elders decision, especially if she was one that could have easily had us all trapped there for her own dinner ... gosh we almost lost our lives without realising it !"<br><br>Then more sunk in<br><br>"When we were at the Enchanted Wonderer she spoke of the Heroic acts we have done and decided to reward us by demanding that the owner of the store give us a pouch of gold each as well as five choices of items, including one choice normally reserved for those completing the gauntlet. Is that still honoured ? Many of us have spent the gold already including myself and Roseanna, I am not sure if she had treasure or credit enough for the owner of the store to be pleased with the arrangement, damn after all we have gone though and done, for a moment there I thought the even Karma by rewarding us ... oh how foolish I feel so fooled, again."<br><br>Aryia was worried, a passive income stream from the two ships she had bought was a beginning of being independant again, also some items she had her eye on from the place would have helped so much. <br><br>"Promised selection and gold aside, also what of her castle now she is banished ? she spoke of us being able to live there at our whim, do you wish us to leave so it can be used by another ?"<br><br>This upset so much, nothing seemed stable anymore, the moment things seemed to go right ...&nbsp; A nervous drink from the wine didn't calm the witch.<br><br>"At least they saw to this before we lost our lives Aryia ! She had a Hypnotic gaze like some snakes use to bewilder prey ! " Angela added obviously shook but the news before darting her gaze between Aryia&nbsp; and Akarra.<br><br>"True" Aryia agreed "That is true ... " but still living wasn't enough to help Albion in the way they were destined. They needed options better ones that just being alive if they were to defeat ... <br><br>"Oh wait let me guess it gets worse. Banished but not dead ? Getting more power hungry and evil ? Sound familiar ? My king, is vengeance in her blood ? if so its not just Logan we would have to worry about but her, if she is changing we have two powerful enemies both wanting armies, Two Very powerful ones, <strong>and</strong> she has the Boovaledeer set."<br><br>Aryia raised her hands to her temples and shook her head ... before slumping back in her seat.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 02:12:19</strong>
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				"Ayria don't go stressing yourself, we will deal with Sherara when and if the time comes. Remember your priorities must be Mistpeak and Albion" Akara said her gaze flicking to meet that of her king underling without words that the hero's first regard had to be their own home not this mystery land of dragons where'd he'd foolishly tied his alliances when he didn't even have full command of his memories. All of a sudden she understood her anger at him. She felt betrayed. He'd shown them what happened to him but to her way of thinking he'd made&nbsp; no effort to come back to them instead making a life for himself among the dragons, splitting his loyalties. he wasn't just her king anymore but the carrier of the dragon soul and a member of the elder counsel here. <br><br>Akara force herself to focus on the task at hand not wanting to feel the black bitterness of betrayal for the man she'd trusted and followed her whole life. "Though her concerns are valid." Akara said speaking to the king and his companion, "Sherara did extend a great deal of wealth to us and her castle was opened to us and we've already made use of both. It was unfortunate that her house arrest wasn't followed to the letter." A small smirk curled her lips as she spoke, "But I don't think we should be penalized for it. I would ask that her castle remain open to us and the gold either extended as a gift or given in credit. As for the items promised us I think they too should be given since Angela did complete the set though it technically was stole later by Sherara, none of which was our fault. If the issue is the item reserve for people who run the gauntlet then I'll run it myself for the right to own the item in question and to reside withing Sherara castle." Akara said so easily as if she'd been considering it for some time.<br><br>She had played with the idea a bit, it had interested her but with the arrest of Sherara and their apparent ties to her it made sense to make a show of loyalty to the council rather then the renegade. Akara felt no love for the land that had all but stolen her king but she was the leader of her people and she could see the benefits of being allowed to come here of her own will as a citizen rather then a visitor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 05:04:14</strong>
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				"I think it would be a great idea to let all of you have her holdings for the time being, till we can get ourselves reorganized and return to take Albion back" Said Arex, his deamenor raising a bit. Showing a smile for the first time alot of them had seen in a while.<br><br>Karsis took a raised eyebrow to this sudden outburst of emotion and looked at Arex. "<strong>Athkore, what are you talking about? You know as well as I do this cities policy on non-intervention with the humans, you above all else should know the implications of a dragon in the mortal world. After seeing all the death and blood we have shed and seen. You know that.</strong>" Said Karsis with a pained tone, as if their once concrete friendship was now showing a crack at the seems.<br><br>"Karsis, you can't think that I can just stay here forever. I cannot stand by and just watch my country burn under the rule of Logan!" said Arex getting more flustered.<br><br>"<strong>And what would you do when you got there? You barely remember anything of you past life. Your friends have been branded traitors by the government run by this Logan. What do you plan to do? show up at the beach of the capital and claim to be the King? Im sure Logan has thought of this and has many contingency plans. You would be locked up as an impersonator and likely be executed."</strong><br><br>Arex was about to say something but nothing came out of his mouth. "I.....I don't know..." Said Arex seemingly defeated by this logic. "But I have to do something!"<br><br>"<strong>Enough, no more talk of this, we are having dinner and im sure they have many more questions for us</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 05:19:04</strong>
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				Akara's temper spiked at the dragon, "No we'll talk of this now. Your greatly mistaken if you think he's not coming back with us." Akara said speaking out of turn anger making her reckless. "You and your dragons all but stole him from us. He was without his memories and though you had the ability to help him obvious since you were able during the gauntlet to show him his memories instead you kept him, claimed him for your own and doomed Albion to the whims of his cruel and heartless brother." <br><br>Akara found herself standing though she didn't know exactly what moment she'd come to her feet. "They have no defense now don't you understand?!? The hero's all of us are gone leaving the people no one to turn to. Logan all but whipped out my people last time he ruled Albion, what will he do this time? Enslave Mistpeaks witches to have his armor? He's already half way to that point now. Arex can't stay here!" She all but yelled color high in her cheeks and her eyes blazing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 06:02:14</strong>
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				"<strong>Eager young thing. Very well, Athkore is not human anymore, If i was to allow him to leave, he would be the most powerful weapon in all of your world. How do you think that would go over for the rest of the nations of the world? You think they would allow him to continue to rule Albion. No they wouldn't they would unite against him and Albion would be plunged into another war and it would lose this time, no matter how hard each of you fought. That would be to say if all of you could retake the throne of Albion. This isn't even mentioning what the presence of a mythical creature revealed to such a wide population would do to the world. Religions that have stood for hundreds of generations would suddenly come into question. Civil wars would break out, death and destruction would follow. This is why after the gauntlet I repressed Athkores full memories knowing he would try and go back to Albion. Besides, however hard you will take it, the loss of a few thousand is not a comparable loss to the losses that would come from Athkores return to the world. It would cause the deaths of millions and the suffering of the rest.</strong>" Karsis said not getting up from his seat.<br><br>"Wait you have been repressing my memories all this time?? How could you I trusted you to do the right things, I thought you were my mentor for gods sake!" Arex said standing in anger. His own rights had been violated, the heroes began to notice the original King's attitude return to his body. The fiery passion that he showed each of them was returning with this argument.<br><br>"<strong>Yes I have, for that very reason, I am sacrificing thousands to save millions...the cruel calculus of war. My decision stands Athkore, and it will be the choice of the majority of the council as well. Your request to return to the mortal world is....denied.</strong>" Said Karsis finally standing and walking towards the balcony and quickly transforming back into his dragon form. "<strong>take a few days to consider my words. I expect you will see the logic in them. I expect to see you at the next council meeting.</strong>" Karsis stated then quickly flew off.<br><br>Arex's hands were clenched in fists and was on the verge of tears. Everything he thought about this land was a lie to him now. A land of peace and tranquility was only so due to sacrificing thousands of lives. How many choices such as this had been done in the past? How many lives and how much blood was on Arex's hands now.<br><br>"What have I become?" Arex said to himself, looking at his hands as if they were alien to him now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 06:29:51</strong>
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				"A pawn and a traitor to your people." Akara said sounding heartless her words choked with her anger and tears brightening her eyes, "Excuse me I find my apatite is rather lacking." She said leaving the table and walking blindly out of the castle and away onto a path that would lead her back to the castle that for now was as much her prison as her home. She kept half an eye on the sky looking for the bastard of a dragon who so arrogantly decided the lives of her people were not worth saving. She didn't understand, she really didn't. She was young she knew but to be so...cold about the death of those she love it was incomprehensible to her.<br><br>She found a fallen log right off the edge of the path and sat down covering her face with her hands tears flooding her eyes. It wasn't fair. A year of death, of nothing but pain and despair not knowing weather she'd live to come home or not her hope, her loyalty fully in the hands of her King then she comes back to news of his illness then that he was missing. Not a breath of rest later and her life shifts once more and she is accused as a traitor and then is one. A mystery land later and they find their king in body but no longer in soul.<br><br>Akara force back the tears whipping her face a terrible sorrow settling in the pit of her being. She'd always followed her king, he's been a shinning beacon in her life, the man that had saved her life. It was a wrenched day realizing her hero was no more perfect then she was. She'd sit there till all light left the sky unless someone came for her silently thinking trying to figure out a way she could save her home now that Arex had all but abandon them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 06:48:50</strong>
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				Aryia was impressed with Akarra's desire to push matters into the direction that could help. It wasn't easy with elders about nor dragons that could kill anything by blinking.<br><br>"Lack of intervention ? Your all part of this world for a reason, to stop the world falling into the hands of madmen and evil. If this is against the wishes of Gods, and the gods themselves don't see to balance, what use is there of gods and elders for this world ? Perhaps religions will change, perhaps termoil will exist but anything is better than an established power that controls all with evil at its center in values "<br><br>"Did you remove the Booladeveer set from Sherra before you banished her ? I have read the poems and stories on it and know how dangerous it is, but we do need to take risks now, and we need armies or the equivalent power ourselves, unless the elders wish to resolve the matter another way. But this talk of avoiding intervention doesn't give me much hope help is of the kind I thought of.<br><br>If you did remove the set from her before you banished her, Please let Akarra or one of the heros be its new owner, while the other heros can have their pick of items that the Enchanted Wonderer holds, extra treasury that Sherra didn't have to see it so the elders can match to ensure the stores owner is not displeased. <br><br>Still thankyou for the use of her castle but we need armies also. I have read the maps of this place massive stretches of wilderness exist with mythical creatures that may be able to aid our cause, let us adventure here in these lands which hold what Logan would unlikely have prepared against, and see if we can convince them to join us or any aid they can give. We return months prepared in ships of our own, full of a suprise that would match hat Logan and Sherra have. Remember he has TOWNS and CITIES under his control AND ARMIES entire NATIONS several of them ! What do we have on our side ? Talk of avoiding intervention ! Talk of not upsetting religions ! Placing limits and condictions on ourselves due to principals which end up only elevating the choices of inaction ! Do you think SHerra will moderate her behavior to avoid upsetting traditions of others or obey ethic's ? Will Logan be acting under such restraints too ? There is the debate of not doing so means we are to better than they. This isn't about who is ethically most true, or better to academics, This is about not letting evil rule others that have no choice in the matter, what we represent is risky perhaps, but tempering our actions based on possible future issues isn't addressing current issues, its putting a possible future in precedent of the current state. Now. All we&nbsp; have is the issues that exist now, everything else is guess work, nothing we should bet the lives of others for."<br><br>Aryia stretched<br><br>"And what was the craving of the dragon's soul that needs to be seen to for your mind to be focused on your own, fresh ones. These ones now my king ?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 07:00:52</strong>
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				"He's not listening Aryia, not anymore. He may be wise but he has seen to much war and death to see past his own logic that makes since to him. He's always tried to be an advocate for peace, but it always comes at a cost. Many on the council are beginning to tire from his rule. I agree with both of your assessments of the situation. We must find a way to break this hold over us. I believe that I have a way to do so as well. " Said Arex still looking at the river. His voice was low and concentrated. As if lost in thought once again.<br><br>"That thing you wanted to know about what the dragon soul inside of me wanted? It was to be a dragon once more, to fight in war and strike fear into the hearts of my enemies. And I intend to do just that. Im going to my room to think about all that has transpired. For tomorrow I invoke the right of succession on Karsis. I will battle him one and one for total control of this realm. Karsis has killed numerous dragons who have challenged him. But I will prevail or die trying. Tell Akarra and Ravus, that im sorry I couldn't be the King they wanted, and that I am a traitor for now, but if I am to die, I will die a Patriot...." said Arex walking away from the dinner area and back into the castle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 07:04:06</strong>
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				The moment Akarra left the table Angela followed in step. <br><br>With two servents in toe Angela, wearing while silk dress (http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4257272224_c8f589b52d.jpg) approached Akarra and sat beside her quickly<br><br>"I can't believe it ! I know your thinking of your home land being deserted but by lords, what of thanks for what you have done ? What of the heroic battles you have risked all for ? What of ... "<br><br>Worlds failed her and Angela paced the area about the log like a caged lion.<br><br>(http://www.wallpaper-z.com/images/wallpapers/endless-forest-1440x900.jpg)<br><br>"Aryia will battle, lock horns with the king again. Its just like before, answers so close yet something thrawting us progressing always more present. Lets damn well create our own army somehow. Others must share our view. If the dragons refuse to fight with us, we can recruit. Its not just Sherra and Logan that can make armies. We can do it. We dont need them."<br><br>Then to the servants she nodded <br><br>"Her appetite is spoiled by such news, Please fetch some the the strongest vintage spirits you have my lady deserves a strong drink. Damn it I do too, two crystal goblets and a selection of your finest and strongest now please."<br><br>The servants bowed and quickly returned with the spirits, quickly they filled the crystal goblets and Angela urged Akarra to drink<br><br>"You dont just eat for us both, you drink for us both also remember, if I want to get tipsy and I damn well want to now, but its you that has to do it , we can plan later, now is time to not let our fury consume us"<br><br><div align="center"></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 07:17:27</strong>
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				"My king ! We don't need you as a dragon, what we need is our KING back ! we need to be together united thats all ! Leave the other dragon to rule here speaking of principals ! Demand that they put a collar on you preventing you becoming a dragon, grant us the items we were promised by Sherra, if you have the Boolveadeer set sherra stole let Akarra own it. <br><br>Let them give us our king back as a person dragon soul or not, staying a person, We need his mind more than his wings. Let us all adventure these lands together gathering the army we need. "<br><br>Aryia felt this so strongly she bashed a table closeby with both fists<br><br>"Together we are a dragon ! spit we are ... spit. What if Sherra and Logan join forces ? Think ! Let them have this city, keep us together no matter what. They can form a collar that can keep you in human form that should calm their issues ! We need you ! Our King returned to us !!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 07:28:25</strong>
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				"You don't understand Aryia...when I took on the soul of Athkore, he became apart of me. I cannot just let him go as if he was a shirt on my back. Besides if I just try to leave, Karsis will hunt me down for the rest of my days and he will bring the full might of this city down upon me to do it. Such is he way of thinking. If I can defeat Karsis, I will end his reign and I can truely begin to rebuild." Said Arex stopping mid stride but not looking at her.<br><br>"This is my fight now. I started all of this mess by my hands, and now I will end it by the same." Arex continued then began to walk again. "From what I can remember you and Akarra were always the voice of reason during my reign in Albion. I was lucky to have such good friends...." Arex said as he walked away, leaving Ayria alone amidst the chaos of the dinner table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 07:38:15</strong>
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				<br>"Then fight him, win. I will return to the Castle, do we have our selection on items my king ? We must prepare now. And damn it does Sherra still have the set or not Alrex ! If its returned there I have a good mind to take it and give it to Akarra myself ! That or the swords of Ur ! And for Ravus a fine set of strange swords that fire also ... hmm I will let the other heros choose but my king please understand your direction since Sherra has been gone leaves us ... well as you see us"<br><br>First name basises was a sign Aryia was getting frustrated.<br><br>"I wish Tarot was here, still bunting his lanley, damn we need him. I really do need to refine that spell now more than ever, can we prepare to recruit, we need horses, more finance. "<br><br>Aryia noticed Akarra and Angela talking with servants nearby and nodded but they were too far away to overhear what was happening.<br><br>"Being bottled up on that ship for so long has made us needy of progress for our lands. We feel so frustrated now, let us do something, give us options, before one of us does something rash... please my king I beg of you waiting for decisions or on others is not in our blood."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 07:44:09</strong>
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				"Sherra does not have the set, everything she had on her was stripped when she was exiled, everything that she had was returned to the castle of which you speak. Also tomorrow before the council meeting starts, if you can try to talk to all the elders in private, try to bring them over to our side of thinking, it may help with future decisions, and try to get support from as many people as you can. One more thing, If I am to fall in battle. I pass my rule....what ever is left of it to Akarra, she has proven herself more than worthy of it." Arex said, as if he was once again in Bowerstone Castle, giving orders to his subjects.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 07:47:16</strong>
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				Akara took the goblet and sipped it though she was careful because Akara was a study in moderation she was strict with herself. If Ayria would get tipsy as she did then it wouldn't take much at all, the single glass would more the suffice. "I'm not furious." Akara said sadly sipping the strong drink her gaze distant, "I'm scared, everything I've worked for may very well be gone. Without the king we can't take back the kingdom. The people see us as traitors, any revolt would be hollow without the true king backing us." <br><br>Akara shook her head taking more of a drink wondering if it wasn't a nice temporary relieve to seek oblivion housed safely within the bottle, "I've failed my people Angela and I may never be able to make it right." She said sadly finishing the glass far too quickly feeling the effects of the liquor in the upset of her stomach and the wobbly nature of her head.<br><br>"I just thought everything would be better by now you know? I came back to the capital having just cleaned the last of the blood from my clothes thinking this was it, I'd have a year maybe two of peace to make a life for myself that wasn't made of blood and death and finally put some of the horrors I'd seen in the past. I'd befriend you" A smirk of amusement took her lips banishing the look of sorrow for a moment, "Though I didn't think it'd be in the manner you wanted but in a peaceful time the stress wouldn't have been so bad. We would have had time. Now I wonder if it was all just a pipe dream. I'll never get that peace that others get to live." She said signalling the servant for anther glass and sipping it liberally.<br><br>"I'm sorry Angela.I shouldn't be saying all this to you I'm just upset. Ignore me." She said with a sad smile shifting off the log to sit on the ground and brush back her hair closing her eyes as she took another drink draining half the glass ignoring the roll in her stomach. She hadn't done a great job in many manners but if Angela wanted to get tipsy then she'd oblige her in that regard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 14:12:25</strong>
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				"Oh Akara don't worry about saying things you feel inappropriate to me, it often feels every second sentence I say is like that, second guessing how you interpret them consumes me more than paying attention to whats happening now. In many ways it is what is happening now to me I guess"<br><br>Angela took the liberty to lie down, resting her head on Akara's lap. Forward ? Maybe but Angela seemed too emotionally fatigued and physically exhausted from the training session to second guess her instincts.<br><br>Staring directly up at the sky Angela sighed <br><br>(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/314/9/d/Dragon__s_Head_Nebula_by_casperium.jpg)<br><br>"Here we are in a land that has islands the float in the air as if its water. Arguing with dragons, Arguing with them ! Debating the cause of history that feels like a coin spinning, the fate of so many souls. Obstacles everywhere, but hope is within each other, we have been through so much we are so different from each other. Yet how amazing. How many people would have said they would give a lifetime to see any one of the things we have already seen. While we are all together we have each other and look what that has done in the past, its not that much different, in many ways better we found the king ! He is alive ! "<br><br><strong>*** Meanwhile a minute stroll away ... <br></strong><br><br>"Forgive my temper my king, and thank-you. Pressing you for details is not what I had in mind, what your managing and prepared to do now I should be more empathic towards. Why we seem to be battling such forces astounds me, yet things are what they are. If there is anything we can do, or I can do just ask" Aryia curtsied, it was genuine.<br><br>Roseanna was beside the king her face contorted with an array of emotions. "You dont have to fight him you know, we don't need them we can manage these lands on our own, plan away from those wanting to impose conditions ... "<br><br>As she continued Aryia walked in a brisk step to Akara and Angela, the latter seemed to be pointing out stars in the brillant cloudless sky. It did indeed seem the stars were different in this strange land. More vivid.<br><br>"I am so sorry to interrupt both of you but our king has it in his head that fighting the eldest dragon the world has known will somehow resolve matters." <br><br>She simply laid down a arm length away and stared at the sky with them while talking ... and took the liberty of grabbing one bottle the servants had given the other two before she did so. After taking a very unladylike like swig to her lips and a cough from the unexpected fumes the strong spirits gave off Aryia continued.<br><br>"If he wins, and its unlikely for his mind is still fragmented and he is facing the most ancient knowledgeable dragon known, who has seen every fighting trick many times before ... he may be king of this land, not that means much for the lands we are trying to save but it can be if we can convince the other elders to see the sense in following us... big if"<br><br>Another swig<br><br>"The magical treasure that Sherra had stolen was liberated from her person and placed in the castle where we have laid our possessions. The king mentioned that if he is to perish in this fight he feels is necessary tomorrow, you Akara are his selected replacement and Queen of Albion by his linage and titles. Why he didn't honor with saying so himself ? I think you know, the idea of fighting such a powerful dragon must be heavy on his mind. To him he has hours to live and may be centering matters. He is stronger than we thought. That prospect would be daunting. Worthy of ballads in its own right"<br><br>Another swig.<br><br>"The Boolvadeer set Akara is yours if you want it, in the palace just waiting for someone to take it, we may need it with what is to come, especially if he looses the battle, actually ... "<br><br>Another swig and a cough<br><br>"I think we need someone with it and the other hero's with whatever can make them more than what they already are if he does win, which means ... "<br><br>Aryia then stood and returned the bottle back to where she found it, to which the servents quickly hurried away ... <br><br>"I need to do some impressive silver speech to elders I don't know, who have values I can only guess at to support a cause thats well ... just us for the moment for issues that are so removed from their life it may as well not effect them in the slightest ... " She then winked " ... where is the catch right ? ... " Aryia laughed.<br><br>She then gathered her breath, straighten her dress, and marched straight back into the palace ...&nbsp; Before entering its massive doors Aryia turned back to the other two <br><br>"If you see Ravus or Tarot please do pass on what I have told you both ... " <br><br>... then disappeared in the palace to express her views to all other elders that cared to listen. When she did she found all were already in heated conversation with each other but Aryia was used to court politics, elders or not, passion of the fire-full blood always had an ear ... <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 14:41:34</strong>
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				Ravus continued on in silence with the little ball of light. It had grown dark, and he was surprisingly grateful for the light she gave off. Out of habit, he went to rest his forearm on Moonslight, but when his arm dropped her remembered all of his weaponry was confiscated. Ravus sighed and went to reach into his little pouch to start making something, but he only had some small scraps, not enough to make anything of use or beauty. <br><br>"We have been walking forever, are we going to get there or did you decide to take the scenic route?" Ravus groaned a bit, "nevermind, don't answer." His body was weak, he hadn't eaten since the day of their capture, and he burnt all of that energy on that last big force push. He was running on nothing, Ravus dropped to a knee and took in a deep breath before rising again. He was so starved he could barely stand, but the beaten body was no match for the wanting soul.<br><br>Ravus began to lean on trees as they ventured onwards, using them to support himself up. <br><br>Sleep played at his lids, but he tried to brush it off. "Just need to get to the castle, gets some food, and 'll be right as rain." His stomach growled and he rubbed it a little. Without all of his armor on, Ravus was still easily spotted as a blacksmith, but his body seemed a tiny bit leaner than the buff, calloused men that the hearth fires spat out. Right now, he seemed much more fragile than he ever was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 23:09:35</strong>
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				Akara felt a stirring of hope for a moment as Angela spoke. She felt so mellow and at ease because of the drink she wasn't even fazed when Angela laid her head in Akara's lap instead she let her fingertips stroke the golden locks of Angela's hair un-surprised at how silky it was. The girl looked soft and pure, delicate and dainty, she reminded Akara of those pretty princesses of fables that are so often rescued by their daring prince. "Yes your right he's alive, maybe things aren't as bad as they seem." She said her voice slightly slurred after the three glasses of the strong spirits.<br><br>Akara listened to Ayria with a bit of surprise and a lot of fear, when she heard the news her king was going to fight that dragon she went rigid. She'd said a great deal of mean things to him but he was her king, her hero she couldn't watch him die. "No, no he can't fight him." She said shaking her head looking very young in that moment her eyes huge and blue looking dwarfed and small, a little girl with a massive of black hair and large blue eyes wide with fear.<br><br>The news she was his chosen successor she all but jumped to her feet but Angela's head still lay in her lap and she wasn't in such a state that she'd dislodge the girls so cruelly. Ayria left and Akara struggled to find a solution to the problems that stacked around them teetering ready at any moment to fall and bury them all. Forcing herself to thing she traced the problem from it's source, "Our kings a dragon, because of that another dragon more powerful then he says he can't leave because dragons mingling with humans changes history and in his prediction will cost more lives that the effect as Logan as king. Ok so I don't understand why he can't just stay in human form...If he could leave but for a month we could take bowerstone, route Logan from the throne and the rest of the kingdom will come back to us once it's proven the king is alive and well and the heros aren't traitors. No one would need to know he's a dragon. His life is so long now as a dragon what is a life time as a human but a blink of an eye to him? Am I deluding myself Angela?" She asked running her fingertips through the girls hair the act soothing her.<br><br>"I don't want to be queen, I want him to come back and be the king I followed with absolute trust." She said honestly taking a breath. "I have to talk to him." She said a serious 'down to business' note in her voice. "If he can't be talked out of fighting the dragon then I'll need a bit of information from him if I'm to be a queen." She said just an edge of weariness in her voice as she leaned down and on impulse pressed her lips to Anglea's forehead thankful for her comforting steady presents that in her time of trouble kept her grounded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 05:54:44</strong>
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				<strong>Angela<br></strong><br>"Hey Roseanna made up some vials for me within hours of her sharing<br>ownership with the Apothecary. It was her thanks for using some of my<br>gold to see to it happening.<br><br>See these three vials ? Well I know the armor suppresses all scents,<br>but these three if you want to take them can change parts of you permanently.<br><br><div align="center">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs41/f/2009/030/8/8/Magic_Vial___Midnight_Waters_by_Izile.jpg)</div><br>The first can change your privates scent to whatever you add a drop of before<br>you take it. The second taste, the third the scent of your bodies perspiration<br>if you ever do later, when your not wearing the armor I mean.<br><br>Im not sure if you like them, Roseanna thought you would laugh and the idea<br>but well, in Mistpeak its a sweet tradition to give them to those you like.<br><br>There area also other ones hat can change the hair of ones privates to mimic<br>the head hair of your prime lover, I would love if you would consider it but I am<br>not sure if it would offend you. Still ... even if you take these three, or one of them<br>or just keep them for the thought of it I would be really honored ...<br><br>She said so moving the small vials up to the stars, hovering some between<br>the brightest stars and her sight, making them sparkle with starlight. <br><br>After Aryia speech and Akara's retort ... Roseanna appeared shortly.<br><br>"Dont worry, allow me, its about time some sense was knocked into these proud elders ... <br>You have other concerns, preventing this happening, his own foolishness killing him in <br>political matters is my duty not yours, I am his lanley I will see to it immedaitely"<br><br><strong>Roseanna<br></strong><br>The moment Aryia left Roseanna seemed furious, it should have been Aryia<br>that must see that encouraging this duel was foolish. With quick strikes<br>Roseanna marched to Karsis ... <br><br>"Karsis our king seeks to battle you for a duel of leadership tomorrow,<br>you must refuse. He must be with us to see to the issues our lands face.<br><br>That is why we have kings, your dragon souls live stellar lives,<br>if you win then we have nothing and our lands fall to the evil<br>of Logan and Sherra, which would be worse than the living death fate <br>we fended. If he wins, and if his dragon nature will create the deaths<br>of millions, without you there will be nothing to intervene<br>and stop him. Which you and the other elders may be able to manage,<br>which can't happen when your not about.<br><br>If you can enchant a medallion to prevent him assuming his dragon form<br>long enough to cause the problem you fear, we would be grateful. Perhaps<br>he can change into it for short times to keep his sanity per day, but <br>not have free reign with the form to wreak the carnage you believe would occur.<br><br>Either way we need our king with us now, more than anything else. Surely<br>fate of our arrival, our ship appearing when none have for so long is gods<br>way of saying something.<br><br>Surely such a medallion is within the powers of forging with the elders<br>and your aid. That can be removed once he steps back on this land. Please<br>deny him his right to fight you to a duel, for I fear that win or loose,<br>the world may be poorer for it. The magic of dragons are so few now, <br>its foolish to have them fight each other, especially with the knowledge <br>and history that exists between their thoughts.<br><br>Dragons are too valuable and rare and wondrous to loose on duels, even if its<br>in his right, perhaps the time for the sense of the tradition which I am sure<br>existed when Dragons were more abundant must adapt.<br><br>He respects you, he doesn't desire conflict with you, he just believes<br>its the only way that his lands, what he feels his duty to ensure the <br>good health and happiness for is seen to. We need him. Its important.<br>Please refuse ! I beg of you !"<br><br><strong>Aryia</strong><br><br>Aryia did indeed convince some elders, or seemed to, how important<br>and influential they were however was anyones guess but Aryia had given it <br>her all and thankfully kept her wits about her during times so significant.<br><br>Thankfully the banishing of Sheera didn't invalidate the promises she had made<br>so the items and gold Sherra had granted was within her right at the time,<br>thank the gods she she had credit enough for the transaction to be honorable<br>from the store owners perspective. The two trading ships and Apothocary ownership<br>titles were real and valid.<br><br>Also if Akara preferred another item there with the Boolvadeer set it may be exchangeable<br>for the Scimitars of Ur the witch noticed the women indeed had her sights on.<br><br>Before the night ended Roseanna had confronted Karsis and spoke of the kings<br>plan to duel in the morning. Aryia shook her head. Duels ... how on ever does that resolve<br>anything. So many thought they did. Perhaps they were right, but not from a perspective<br>Aryia could easily relate to.<br><br>Still whatever would happen tomorrow. would happen tomorrow. Exhausted Aryia made her <br>way back to the castle and slept in the bed that had the most impressive of views shielded&nbsp; <br>from direct sun and wind by nearby castle towers. In the morning she would seek Tarot, hopefully he would <br>be in the mood to teach her the Ghost sword spell then, providing he wasn't too exhausted from whatever <br>else he was doing.<br><br><strong>Huea (Fairy Ravus has met)<br></strong><br>"Then rest here, tomorrow you can meet the others. You have been through a lot my rustic Hero"<br><br>She changed back into her full figure form and dragged Ravus into the woods nearby as his<br>feet were finding their footing difficult.<br><br>Within moments Ravus's eyes closed and the moment he did he felt that he was on a bed <br>softer as anything he could imagine. In the naked embrace of the strange fairy he had just met.<br><br>Reserves of energy appeared and love making was something his own body seemed to manage without thought.<br>Memories of his past love faded ... they were still there but the edge of them was removed,<br>bitter yes, but not as present. Distant somehow.<br><br>In the morning the Hero woke. <br><br>Strangely a bed in the woods he indeed was on. His clothes no-where to be seen.<br><br>"Fairy magic my lover" Huea spoke. She was wearing the same yellow shift that barely<br>covered her modesty and she had a parcel wrapped in cloth that she placed beside the bed.<br><br>"If you want food we can make our way to the castle. This morning is interesting, my butterflies<br>speak of two dragons with different principals. That means only one thing from what I know,<br>but perhaps today could be a change of tradition. Something you dont want to miss.<br><br>Ravus blinked and something was different. Both of his eyes were working perfectly,<br>the fairy noticing this smiled and held out a mirror.<br><br>"Your youth is restored. Your part Fairy now. No wings like me but age and ailment is a thing <br>of the past. You will stay in your prime of youth and health, as long as you ... like me oh and one other thing..."<br><br>She then unwrapped the cloth to reveal two weapons.<br><br>"This my lover is this lands gift to you for ... pleasing me so well last night"<br><br>Wrapped in the Cloth were two fine pistols&nbsp; that also seemed to be also swords and a belt with several strange hip flasks attached to scabbards<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.cuttingedgecombat.co.uk/userfiles/image/hunting%20sword.jpg)</div><br>"They are magical and no I didnt steal them, they are a gift I thought you would like which <br>Sherra offered before she was banished. Hmm there is a lot you need to know and Im not the person<br>to say so, its time we made our way to the royal castle, here wear this. And your past clothes are gone<br>they are in the past. There is only now with me about my love"<br><br>She then kissed Ravus on the forehead and draped a sheet from the bed over his shoulders.<br><br>"You must be hungry... and although love is here, food isnt my dear"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 06:49:47</strong>
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				Karsis seemed indifferent with Roseanna's proposition, as if it had been given to him before. He was sitting in his staterooms couch eating a light meal and reading a very old book in what appeared to be a forgotten language.<br><br>"Roseanna, while I appreciate your loyalty to your King, I cannot just deny Athkore his inalienable rights to challenge my authority. That rite comes from beyond a time that Humans even could make fire. To deny him that would be to deny everything that we are. Besides don't you think if we could create this magical medallion you speak of, don't you think we would have used it by now? Do you think we like living in this state of self induced exile? It may look like a paradise to a newcomer. But to me this place is a prison. A prison of which each of us pays a debt for a crime that each of us has committed..." Said Karsis putting down his book and standing. Walking over to a painting from a long lost civilization.<br><br>"Do you know what crime that is Roseanna?" He said looking back at her for a moment. "Its not being normal, for not being a member of the status quo. I have lived now for over 20 thousand years. I have seen and experienced what humans have done to us, and what we have done to humans. Even if we had this magic to hide who we are, why should we? Why should I have to hide who I am? Why must I be punished for being what I am? These are the questions that millions of lives have been lost to try and answer, but we have not gotten the answer we wanted...." Karsis continued. He then walked over to Roseanna and placed a hand on her shoulder in a comforting motion.<br><br>"In the end, this is a choice that neither I nor you nor anyone else can make for Arex, it must be his and his alone. If I were you, I would stop trying to stop something that cannot be, and say goodbye to an friend. For tommorow, either he or I shall no longer be alive. I think he deserves that much at least." He said then left the room to retire for the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 08:10:32</strong>
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				<br>Roseanna blinked and couldn't believe what Kariss' said. She hoped someone who lived 20 000 years would see her way of thinking. Alas that was not the case.<br><br>"Please then, your ancient no fighting tricks exist you have not seen before, end his life quickly please for me if you are in a position to." Was all she could murmur, such a shame no female dragons were about to beat sense into these two fools.<br><br>"A part of me is so sick of the corruption of people a part of me thinks that removing us all from the world may be what the world needs, perhaps if he was do so so it wouldn't be such a bad thing. Leaving it to the wilderness to florish without axes once more." She said bitterly.<br><br>"Still , you have understanding I dont, Very well, so be it" With a whirl of cloth she marched away from the elder, more than a little disappointed.<br><br>Seeing the king now while feeling what she did wasn't easy but she did manage a moment<br><br>"I tried to convince Kariss to refuse your right to duel, he beleived its in your right and would honor your request. Your both fools more than you know.... but fool or not Know I love you" was all she managed through tears. "I can't watch, <br>loosing my king so soon after finding you and seeing it in front of my eyes doesn't make sense. I refuse to it's against everything I know, I will stay in the study of this palace until midday tomorrow and ... pray" she shook her head and left.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 08:19:11</strong>
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				Arex was sitting outside on a balcony just outside his stateroom. Sitting Indian style on a elaborate pillow. It seemed he was meditating in this position, his eyes closed. His breath slow and shallow, hands resting on his knees. When Roseanna came and informed him of the news that the challenge was not going to be receded and they would both fight tomorrow. A deep breath came from Arex followed by an exhale.<br><br>"Then all that is to be done is prepare for my fate, whatever it may be. Thank you for coming, and I understand your feelings" He said as she began to leave him alone in the darkness. "And....I love you too" He said opening his eyes, knowing that she had already left. "More than you will know..." Once his mind was spoken, Arex started to make a small energy ball with the power of his dragon soul, it floated just in front of him. Arex used it as a concentration exercise, a way to clam his spirit in times of stress. The energy ball expanded and retracted, and changed colors as he focused, falling into deeper and deeper meditation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 08:45:16</strong>
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				"That's sweet Angela." Akara said taking one of the little vials holing it up to the stars as she did to make the liquid sparkle. Her cheeks were a little pink from the hair suggestion but she was more embarrassed then offended. The whole intimacy thing was so new to her that all of it was vaguely to vastly uncomfortable though she was trying as best she could to get used to it. She liked Angela a great deal, she was so sweet and caring.<br><br>"No one's given me a gift...in a very long time." She said caressing the glass with her fingertips. "I'll have to think about it a fair bit before using them." She said consenting to using them. The changing of one scent wasn't so odd and it would be nice to be able to still smell nice even when she sweat. <br><br>"In Aurora the boys when they go courting give gifts to the girl just like what you've done though they tend to be a bit more mundane." She said a hint of laughter. "I''m sorry I've been so mean to you Angela. This is hard for me and it couldn't have come at a worse time but I think...I'd like to try.' She said getting as close to admitting to desire as she would get.<br><br>"But I have to speak to the king tonight, if he's going to fight the dragon in the morning I might end up as his heir and I need to speak with him before...before it's not possible anymore." She said sadly, "Come with me please?" She asked a note of vulnerability in her voice and eyes. Akara didn't lean on other people normally she was a pillar standing alone shouldering the weight of her responsibilities by herself because she rarely let anyone close to her. She was trusting Angela letting her in, inviting a form of closeness she hadn't had in her life in a very long time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 10:41:58</strong>
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				<strong>Angela</strong><br><br><div align="center">(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4257272224_c8f589b52d.jpg)</div><br>Angela sat up and smiled highly thankful that Akara would consider the vials of Mistpeak's tradition something quaint and not offensive. Not wanting to ruin the moment the Lanley stayed silent and rose to her feet<br><br>"Then lets see the king" a purposefulness appeared in Angela before she looked back to Akara "Then you must eat no matter what he says we are both as skinny as rakes and when my face is servicing what I most value I need rear to clench which isn't JUST bone Akara !"<br><br>She smiled then continued talking while they made their way to the palace<br><br>"Mistpeak priestesses speak mainly of carnal pleasures and state that the Flowers of people exist in the center of our bodies for a reason. Everything should revolve around it and they do, our hips are the center of our weight. Our bodies do, when your mind in in synchronicity with your body magic happens. This is our secret why so many are born mages in our lands. We simply accept it not as crude but embrase it elevate it and things ... work. Our mind exists to highlight and involve it, and sure enough doing so makes the rest of the world more magical, literally. Magic is always there" she pointed to the heavens<br><br>"You just need the eyes to see it then it flows through you, I know the idea of changing your hair down there to resemble your prime lover sounds silly to those that are not Mistpeak but its an honorary statement for their lover. I would drink one that made mine grow like yours in a flash if you agreed to give me a sample for me to see Roseanna brew one.<br><br>You have not been mean, you just come from a different culture that values the heart charkra's and head chakras above it, however they all sit on top of the one of your privates for the most obvious of reasons, it must be seen to first BEFORE the others can unfold in the manner of our destiny, not the other way around. This is where so many monks practicing celibacy fall short of enlightenment. They believe the privates chakra must be ignored or skipped, how can one be complete and whole with such a view ? Loins first always in ... all ways."<br><br>She spoke as if such sentences were normal, indeed in mistpeak they were ... before Akara could add to the theme or change topic both found themselves face to face with the king ... who seemed to be meditating creating a ball of light that he used to focus whatever dragon powers the strange hybrid creature person had now<br><br>"My king ... " Angela curtsied deeply "My appologise for disturbing you now however there is a matter that can not wait, assuming you may perish to the anceint dragon, which considering how long he has lived and how many fights he has managed is awkwardly possible." She then bit her lip, not exactly an inspirational speak when she should be giving him courage and confidence.<br><br>"But the matter of making Akara queen you mentioned almost in passing to Aryia, if this is true please tell her in person she deserves so face to face, not second hand ... also desires clarification, she doesn't seek the burden of a crown but if you do believe she should have it what is she to know ? What is she to do ?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 00:29:35</strong>
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				Akara looked at her king who even now wasn't right. A ball of light hovered in front of him and his face lacked the fierceness she'd always seen there. "Arex." she said quietly walking past Angela to sit before the king her blue eyes large in the darkness. "Arex open your eyes and look at me." She said her voice soft though it held an edge of command. She'd wait till his gaze met her before she'd continue. "Please don't do this. Please. They need you, I need you." She blinked and looked away before her emotions could overwhelm her. tears weren't going to convince her king to reconsider.<br><br>"I know you think fighting that dragon will somehow help but it can't be the answer." She said a note of desperation in her voice, "We've only just arrived, you've only just learned who you are. Your rushing things my liege, when we can't afford to make mistakes." She bite her lip and hung her head, "I don't want to be queen Arex I want you to come back but even if that's not possible then I want to know your here alive here." she said unable to tell him that she needed him.<br><br>He was her guiding star. She had always followed him, she knew there'd come a day when he'd be gone but she wasn't ready for that day to happen in a few hours. "In all the years I've followed you I've asked you for nothing, I did what you asked of me because you were my king, I loved you but now I'm asking you, no begging you not to do this. Please Arex don't fight him, don't throw away your life." She asked emotion thick in her voice. She'd lost the battle to be objective, the emotional turmoil of the day and the effects of the drink had made her far to exposed. She spoke honestly and without the normal distance she would use to keep herself unaffected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 01:21:02</strong>
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				Arex had felt the two coming as they entered the balcony. It took several minutes for Arex to come out of his deep meditation as Akara spoke. Like a guiding beacon of light. Arex had followed her words to finally come out of his deep thought. The ball of light dissipating as he finally opened his eyes. His eyes were fixated upon hers as she spilled out her emotions into one heartfelt statement. Arex knew that Akara almost never showed emotion, this must have been eating at her heart since he declared that he would fight Karsis. He raised his hand to sit on her left shoulder.<br><br>"You have such little faith in yourself Akara, do you remember when you first came to the castle all those years ago? You were the little fish amongst the heroes. But yours and Ayria's always stood as the loudest. You've been ready to take over for a long time now, you just don't trust yourself." Arex told her with a heartfelt message of his own. "But you said it yourself I am a traitor to my people, and I will not allow my full memories to be held from me. This has to be done Akara, for all of us...If I don't fight him, what do I do?" Arex said then standing walking over to the edge of the balcony, breathing in the night air.<br><br>"It's weird breathing in the air that you know may be some of your last....I've tried to come to peace with what's going to happen, but so much is left to be done...So much I haven't accomplished, so much war, so much death, so much lost. Ive lost so many people since I took the crown, always tried to be the leader that everyone needed, pushing emotion to the side for later. Im so tired Akara....Tired of sacrifice, tired of war, tired of deciding who lives and dies..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 01:36:41</strong>
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				Ravus sat in the bed and just stared down at his hands, dumbfounded about his healed eye. He looked over the front of his body, looking for any of his old scars, all of them gone. He snickered a bit before he started laughing louder. Ravus stood up and wrapped the sheet around his waist. He didn't know exactly what they did last night, but because of Huea's big smile and her constantly calling him 'lover' it must have been really really good.<br><br>Ravus raised a brow as she presented him with the blades. He took one in his hand and swung it once. It felt okay, but it was no moonslight. "Thank you.. for- wait," Ravus had finally registered what she had said before. "I'm... I'm part fairy?" Ravus began walking again, trying to figure out everything that had happened the night before. He was able to recollect images of Huea writhing in pure ecstasy on top of him and below him.<br><br>"I'm part fairy, because I shared a bed with you last night?" He turned and looked at the fairy, he kept the gunblades in his hands, since he had no belt to hold them anymore, and all he had for clothing was the sheet she had draped over his shoulders, which he had turned towards his waist.<br><br>Though Ravus wanted answers, his roaring stomach demanded a much higher priority. He felt the sun through the leaves, it was much warmer and soothing than he had ever felt before. the dirt in between his toes gave him a good sense of the land's worth and power. Ravus could actually feel nature coursing all around him and through him. This is what his ancestors wrote about. Communing with nature, becoming one with nature. It wasn't being a huntsman, a person of the wilds. Ravus had to become the wilds himself.&nbsp; They continued to walk on in silence as Ravus took in the true beauty of the forest.<br><br>"It's been generations of blood dilution, my family had forgotten what it was to be with nature, to feel its magic. After a while, the Silvermoons lost almost all of our power, so we became adept with a blade. We still lived in nature, but we were deaf to its calls. All we have left is the abilities of the mind and body."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 04:19:25</strong>
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				Akara stayed on her knees hanging her head hope dying a final death as he walked away. Part of her thrilled to his praise of her it was comforting that all she'd done had not been overlooked. But on the other hand the misery that threatened to pull her down into a pit of depression all but blotted out the praise of his words. "It's not fair." Akara breathed as Arex stopped talking. The things he said were her own sentiments magnified. He was so much older then her and carried so much heavier a weight.<br><br>Culture and training, the type of person a lifetime in the desert made her get off her knees and lift her chin her eyes dry. "It's your choice and as always I will stand besides you, your loyal servant my liege. I may wish you'd reconsider but it's your choice." She said with a nod of her head letting ebony hair swirl around her shoulder, "Tomorrow I'll stand by your side as you go into battle." She said a flash of blue fire in her eyes daring him to try to deny her the right to be with him in what very well might be his final moments. "I'll leave you to your meditation." She said with a slight bow before turning from him and found Angela with her eyes&nbsp; a small smile flickering there before she left the castle headed back to their own castle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 05:18:57</strong>
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				Despite Angela's previous demands for Akara to eat, neither Angela or Akara was in the mood to think of food. Despair haunted all the heros ... but Ravus' which none had seen for some time .. and Tarot, but all knew where he was, or who he was with in any regard.<br><br>Despite Angela's desire to be intimate with Akara, all were in a sour mood as they made their way back to their lodgings, the idea of love making in regard to what Angela hoped Akara would learn to adopt wasn't sensible to start while the king was about to throw away his life tomorrow. If Akara was from mistpeak then definitely yes, it would have helped ease tensions but Akara wasn't and Angela did indeed hope to start her at times when less was on her mind.<br><br>Instead both seemed to sleep soundly in their own beds emotionally drained from the news, none were happy with what Karisses and Arex spoke of. And an akward silence that was no fault of either echo'd the halls. As the sun arose both woke, dressed and made their way to the grounds the duel would be conducted on. Angela in a blue equivelent of the dress she wore the previous night. By the time both left the castle two horses and three armed guards for escort, more for tradition than protection was about ready to greet them. Angela took some time to place her weight evenly on the creature but Akara seemed to do so effortlessly, not that the motion seemed to give the warrior much comfort. And angela had some idea of what was troubling her. Loosing their king and having duties that felt crushing by default wasn't a destiny most would think well of no matter how glorious the title. The journey took less time than most hoped and within the hour both were seated cross legged on an enormous cushioned-rug covered by an canvas marquis tent. The scene couldn't be more contrasting to the event. <br><br>Apparently the sight and time was selected to represent all elements the dragons represented themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>Fire, water, earth, air, life, magic and ageless sacred cycles.<br><br><div align="center">(http://ipadfiends.com/wallpaper/download/37-river-through-mountains.jpg)</div><br>Aryia and Roseanna were also present, which nodded in greeting to the new arrivals. None looked happy, none talked, exchanging eye glances was even at a minimum. <br><br>The wind was bitterly cold, and thankfully blankets were provided as most assumed the visitors would have not realised how chilly the locations breeze could be.&nbsp; Indeed it was directly channeled from the ice mountains further up the valley, and only the flowers and plants seemed to relish it. Most took to absorbing the scenery, in the hope it would take their minds of the outcome of what was to occur. <br><br>Both dragons were liked. No matter what happened all would walk away with heavy hearts. <br><br>The moment the sun would glimpse over the mountain range the battle would begin. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 06:37:32</strong>
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				Once all had assembled ontop of the mountain and set up the temporary tent. Both of the contestants arrived at the same time from opposite sides of the mountain side. They both stopped an equal distance apart and just looked at each other in their mortal forms. At the center and just to the right of both of them was a simple looking but ornate chair.<br><br>(http://www.timbouckley.com/lists/image/chairs/roman_chair.jpg)<br><br>The elders informed the heroes since they were new to the ceremony. At the end of the battle one of the challengers would sit on the chair and face towards the crowd. This image would solidify the position of the new or old as ruler of the Council and in the times of old, ruler of the dragons. Karsis arrived wearing his normal attire but also wore an ornate and long great coat over his body.<br><br>(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/gowron.jpg?t=1332129496)<br><br>The various icons and medals were all from different eras and times, but it all had the same purpose. To show all what the head dragon's had done and their deeds in time passed. According to the elders that coat had existed when dragons first roamed the lands in ancient times up until now, but it was only worn by the King/Queen of the dragons. To whom was the most powerful went the coat. Legend says that on the inside of the coat, each person who had worn it has their name etched into the fabric. Karsis took the coat off slowly and placed it openly on the chair then returning to his position opposite Arex. A move showing that Karsis was no longer the Consul and that the two of them were now equal in status and rank. <br><br>"You still wish to challenge me Arex? Once you say so, It cannot be undone..." Said Karsis speaking as if he were an old friend.<br><br>Arex did not answer for several seconds, closing his eyes for several seconds and enjoying the cold, crisp air for a few moments. Like a convict smelling freedom for the first time in years as the guards lead him to his death.<br><br>"I do, Lets get it done" Arex said, once doing so he and Karsis began to walk towards the cliff face and its shear drop towards the river thousands of feet below them. As they did they both took turns saying an ancient phrase sacred to the Dragon kind. It was a kind of good luck/farewell to one other. A phrase that legend held that dragons about to fly off into battle would sing to each other as they flew.<br><br>"<em>Thunder roared and clashed<br>Lightning tore the sky<br>The obsidian Dragon rose to the heavens<br>Roaring a greeting to the demons</em>"<br><br>"<em>Its eyes were fiery red<br>Its gaze as deadly as flame<br>Cruel spikes adorned its back<br>And Talons raked the air</em>"<br><br>"<em>Scales shimmered as it caught the lightning<br>Secreting its wisdom of a thousand years<br>The treasures it kept,<br>The thieves and evil it killed</em>"<br><br>"<em>Flames were thrown<br>Burning the clouds<br>Bringing down the rain</em>"<br><br>"<em>The dragon screamed once,<br>And faded off into the night<br>Never to be seen again</em>"<br><br>"<em>What a way to die</em>" "<em>What a way to die</em>" They both finished as they both at the same time leaped off the edge of the cliff and began to fall quickly towards the river below, quickly a bright light came through the canyon as the dragons changed into their true forms and flew off in opposite directions as the sun was just about to come over the crest of the mountain, the signal to begin the battle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 07:00:05</strong>
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				Akara's night had been a restless one of tossing and turning. When the sun finally rose Akara was thankful. Everything looked better in the light of day. She dressed that day all in white. In the her desert home white was worn when someone was in mourning and Akara very much was in mourning. The clean white flashed brightly in the dawn light and her hair fell in ebony waves. She wore a dress (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvRvSgdVrug/TOWL_sjD2OI/AAAAAAAAApM/k4ric6oPct4/s1600/kate+beckinsale+white+dress.jpg) that in her own culture would have meant great sorrow but here just looked pretty. She wore the Booladeveer set set the twin swords handing from her hips and the decorative shoulder and breast covering elegantly laying over her dress.<br><br>She stood in the sun shine indifferent to the cold air that pressed against her skin and watched for a long time standing away from the others until both her king and his would be killer appeared. She lifted her chin letting the air swirl her hair around her shoulders. They both took turns reciting something that to them must have been important but to her was agonizing. they were about to try to kill each other over something as stupid as a disagreement both were to proud to talk out. <br><br>Akara felt a pressure in the back of her eyes but she was past crying, she'd cried too much during the long seemingly endless night. Instead she stood sonic watching them till they both leapt off the edge of the cliff and soon the screams of dragons ripped through the air. She watched them waiting with held breath for the sun to crest the top of the mountain and start the battle that would change Akara's and the others lives once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 08:37:26</strong>
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				The moment a raw ray of sun struck the opposite mountain top both of the creatures in dragon form<br>leaped at each other to clash with enormous momentum. Nothing graceful existed about it. It was a<br>like two environmental disasters colliding head on. The roars were deafening, more than any thunder<br>could manage. So sharp, the sound having a bite that shook everyone to the bone more than gunshots<br>could ever do.<br><br>(http://sharedimages.bigpoint.net/pictures/101/146242.jpg?project=bigpoint3)<br><br>Even from a distance the creatures dominated the sky, How large these reptiles were was staggering.<br>But despite their size their rear talons, and front claws as well as their own jaws lashed at each other<br>as fast as the lightning strikes that highlighted the scene from clouds that soon coalesced about the<br>magical confrontation.<br><br>Soon both were entangled and flapping furiously to gain altitude, so far became mere specs then disappeared<br>in clouds in the sky which occasionally bloomed flashes of light for reasons that any watching on the ground<br>could only guess at. So many flashes counting them didn't make sense.<br><br>Roars were still loud even from such a distance and then without warning both of them plummeted to the ground, neither trying to slow the decent as both giants flew headlong into the&nbsp; valley below...<br><br>Roseanna shivered "I wish I stayed in the study, why I came I don't know..." and looked away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 16:16:49</strong>
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				Ravus continued his trek with Huea, he kept inspecting the blades, they weren't made of silver, just regular steel. He was in mid thought of the old ways of smithing when he heard the roars of beast and man alike. "What is that?" He continued forward and saw the two giant beasts clash in the air as the fell to the earth in free-fall, teeth and talons slashing at one another. "What sort of madness is this?" He laughed a bit to himself and went to cover his mouth. Ravus felt as though he had gone made and this whole spectacle was the result of dehydration, heat stroke and the lingering grief of his loss. "Why are they fighting?" he muttered to himself as he aimed a pistol at the black dragon. He went to squeeze the trigger, but his hand quivered, he couldn't take the shot. When he saw the fall out of sight, Ravus began to jog to where they he figured they had moved towards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 04:16:27</strong>
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				It seemed that the battle had taken its final turn, both of the dragons seemed tired and began to fall towards the earth. Each of them looking severely injured and wounded. They hit the ground with the force of a bomb.<br><br>So covered in blood and earth knowing which was impossible, the form seemed close to death<br>and with footsteps sickeningly to stare at, made its way to the chair, which it fell into<br>ungraciously, not seemingly to adopt a throne or even realizing what it was,<br>but simply because it was the closest object nearby to rest its exhausted form.<br><br>It then it sat silently with eyes closed as a while luminescence slowly surrounded it.<br><br>As it did blood stains drained away while slivers of ghostly light moved from the center of the<br>to be absorbed by the victors aura.<br><br>"The dragon soul that perished adds to the victor's thus ensuring the magic of their blood is retained in balance.<br>This keeps their presence always balanced. Its distribution however changes through the ages. The soul will fraction off if the victor has a linage, but until that happens it will possess the power of both." One servant explained to the heros who seemed more than confused by the event.<br><br>Somehow the dragon-robe-cape appeared on the victor's person, and within moments later the figure stood,<br>his eyes more aware of its surroundings, dignified, centered. Bathed in light.<br><br>"Lord Arex is the victor ! " A nameless soul yelled nearby.<br><br>Then a gong was struck, echo'ing the fact down the valley's mountains.<br><br>"He won ?" Roseanna looked about in shocked "Surely not, don't trick us so ! It can't be<br>he was fighting the most ancient of them !"<br><br>"Indeed he has my lady. He is the Empower of Elders, High Lord, High King" A servant clarified.<br>"The dispute is resolved. Leadership issues have been finalized"<br><br>"Does he need healing ? Does the looser need ... "<br><br>"Neither my lady" One elder corrected. "Only a husk remains of the one that didn't win, the successor<br>has a strength and power that ensures he is in perfect health and clarity of mind. His memories would be restored,<br>and he also will have the thoughts and passion of Karsis, There is no need to morn who that has gone, their soul and passion exists in what does live. Such is the way of dragon souls, they are eternal, stay eternal, their knowledge their power never dies and always exists on this world. Better now for their power is more whole for not being spit in principals in perspective and values. Now you understand why it was necessary. One does need to see it to fathom its sense."<br><br>The elder then turned about to the throne and started a chanting which the other elders adopted in unison.<br><br>".... Long live the High King Arex !!! .. Long live the Emperor !"<br><br>A minute later the gong sounded again and the elders fell silent, its haunting sound echoing of the mountains almost endlessly. Servants then rushed to the throne to lift it on their shoulders and haul it to the mountain top that all others had gathered.<br><br>All elders knelt, and despite confusion, as if physically compelled the heros did also.<br><br>"High king of the Elders, Rightful Emperor, Tell us what is your first command. What would you have us do my Lord, My liege, our liege."<br><br>One elder spokeswoman, draped in robes of gold was the only one which stood from the kneeing position her words proud, ceremonially representing all others, an ancient sentence first spoken countless eons ago.<br><br>Arex just sat in the chair for a few moments reflecting on the battle before he quietly gave his order.<br><br>"We prepare for war...." He said finally looking up at each of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 09:10:04</strong>
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				Murmors quickly appeared and many of the elders conferred with each other on what it means for themselves.<br><br>The victor however was the king, thankfully they didn't loose him, still there was so much to do. None liked the idea of war,<br>but it was either that or let innocents be subjected to an evil that would just get worse. How ruthless Logan was couldn't be underestimated, and nothing would stop him if this decision the king made was any other.<br><br>Many others were asking the king questions, expecting plans and decisions to be made so quickly after was pushing it <br><br>"Yes there is much to do" Roseanna stepped forward "He has fought something I didnt think possible, first I will see he rests for a few hours at least before battle plans and tactics are debated. Even if he looks in the best of health It is foolish rushing into decisions without least some time for changes to settle."<br><br>Most began to make their way off the site towards their own residence, likely to spread the news.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 00:35:48</strong>
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				A few hours later the heroes and all of the council along with several members of the city were gathered in a large open room meant as a gathering place. It had been a few hours since the King had taken control of the Dragon council and many feared what he would do with such power and secrets at his disposal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 03:24:49</strong>
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				Akara was pleased with the out come of the fight. Her king was still alive and though his loyalties would always be divided between here and albion she was coming to terms with that. She'd always been loyal to her king but it it had come down between her home and him she would have been just as torn and that realization helped her feel sympathetic towards his position and kept her firmly by his side. <br><br>She sat in the chamber of the elders with her back strait and her shoulders thrown back. She was back in her regular attire the layers of gauzy fabric layered over her body the Booladeveer set hidden beneath laying against her bare skin save for the swords that were belted around her waist clearly visible to all. She sat there with ease though she was more then a bit stressed, curious on how serious her king would be in his pursuit of using Dragon power to win back albion from Logan. She hoped it wouldn't be much but he was holding so much anger it was hard to tell what he was going to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 15:17:21</strong>
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				<br>Roseanna was pleased to be sitting nearby the king and was glad all had attended<br><br>"My king, can we send some to fetch the armor that was made for you, the idea of others wearing it disturbs me greatly, also know that if it is true that your form can be so formidable and the desire to burn everything is present you can still coordinate and rule from this castle while the heros and the army they will make see to your orders. You are a king you being present here to coordinate the ONLY place that isn't under Logans command seems sensible. I will be with you. Your army needs eyes and ears and may act strangely if you fought beside them, sure morale would increase but many would foolishly to brash things to save you. I know I would."<br><br>She then looked to others hoping for agreement<br><br>"Roseanna has a point" Angela said "Still after all of what the king has gone though, perhaps that decision can be on his instinct" <br><br>"We are getting ahead of ourselves" Aryia stood "For ANY army or cohesive resistance we need finance, must have finance. I have two ships that currently are using the rivers and coast to trade this cities goods with nearby towns. With stronger trade, more readily available goods towns can flourish and new ones that just have scenic areas can be possible. Half profits of these ships to will go into the creation of more, within months this land move from a novelty to a thriving metropolis, half of the profits remaining I will give to the king for the war effort. Perhaps we also could be able to trade with some of our homelands in secret, if some ships we can enchant to be able to dock at night without lights."<br><br>Aryia was VERY pleased that Akara was wearing the set, the idea of not using any advantage possible irked Aryia. It was also clear how much confidence Angela had after beginning formal training by the sword mistress of the sands.<br><br>Angela also became more outspoken, where before she was as meek as a mouse near the elders<br><br>"Roseanna's apothecary is being improved to cater for more luxury potions we have in Mistpeak, trading those about the land via these ship as well as other ports of Albion that would see our flags could give enormous profits. If the king could give us permission to use the statues of the castle we are living in now to tend to gardens that produce the plants we need, half the profits from these sales can also go to seeing Logan defeated."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 16:11:35</strong>
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				One elder who had not talked before stood and in a voice that seemed just above a whisper he talked<br><br>"I am Gregory of Farle"<br><br>(http://hdwallpaper-s.com/wallpapers/21/Costumes_Halloween_Black_Mage_High_definition_wallpaper.jpg)<br><br>"I have been here for two thousand years, and my magic was responsible for cursing the Forest of Feel, <br>changing its beasts into demonic creatures, and trees into twisted spirits that can be as dangerous.<br><br>I have vowed not to cast any spell in warefare, even for my own safety, but I do have resources I will help<br>for raising the capital needed. My two galleons I will offer to the apocathy for trading their potions<br>to other lands, the apocathy can keep ten percent of the profits, the rest can contribute to the war.<br><br>I can also pay carpenters to re-fashion ships such as what the heros arrived on in whatever way the king desires"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 18:27:39</strong>
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				Another elder then stepped into the forum and with a stretch talked elegantly<br><br>(http://www.blossomaccessories.com.au/images/detailed/3/toga_blue_man_costume.jpg)<br><br>"I am Marcious, my estates have abandoned mithril mines, they are very dangerous for what lurks<br>in them was what has haulted them being used as such for hundreds of years. They are one of the best<br>known but still some not I need to make them safe for workers or some other means ot extracting the <br>precious metal. It may be more practical to sell it instead of fashioning armor for your army,<br>frankly I don't know. But that decision I can leave to the king. The mines are no used to me<br>and all the animals of myland stay clear of it for the sounds within haunt them,&nbsp; and me,<br>having them seen to would be a blessing and the profits I dont need, for I am already wealthy.<br><br>They also link to some gems mines, so if the mission goes well it may not be just mithril that can flow. Some of what it produces can go to the brave souls making them safe, the rest to the war effort if others dare to. But I don't expect any trying to come back alive it may be a suicide mission. Tempting as it sounds if elders are scared of a place, it may be better left alone, I will not be responsible for the health of any trying their luck clearing them. But best of luck and its treasures to any who do."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 18:39:29</strong>
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				(http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/161/e/AAAAAvvflTwAAAAAAWHoMw.jpg?v=1224184361000)<br><br>"I am Penelope of Winslore, on my estates wild horses roam. They originally were from Aroura but have mixed with fay creatures here to become something unknown, they seem outstanding in their speed three times as fast as a horse it seems I am not sure, frankly none have dared tried to tame them or ride them as far as I know, but if you need horses do feel free to try. If they can be tamed they may fetch a fortune as a breading pair or in their own right if any want to try and breeding them to something suitable for&nbsp; your cause. But that would take a few years I assume, frankly I dont know how fast they foal, or anything concerning horses or the horse trade really, but any wishing to do so for the war effort can have one in ten horses if they are treated well. The rest can go to the war effort. They are dangerous though, they can rear and kick in ways that have killed more often than other horses. Dealing with them is dangerous. I don't think their type has a name they are so unique. Very dangerous and I have no idea even if riding them or training them is possible. <br><br>Even if they prove to be a waste of time, I have grasslands and numerous glades in the forests of my lands, if any wish to grow strange plants to make potions from, they can do so with my blessing"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 08:33:54</strong>
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				While all of the talk in the room was focused on Arex, he himself seemed to be preoccupied with his own thoughts. Standing near the edge of the great room next to the windows. It was a clear night sky with all the brilliant stars out in the night. Arex was standing next to a table with a record player playing at a very low volume, a classical opera. One of Arex's favorites as the heroes remembered. His right hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. The only movement he made was a slight back and forth motion of his thumb on the sword. As if he was calming the sword...<br><br>(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/t_starc2wl_ghostsp_cm_v2_hd00260719-41-59.jpg?t=1333260420)<br><br>When the last person spoke of their support for his cause, Arex remained in his thoughts for a few moments then turned around slowly to face the group. His face like that of the days during the Hollowmen crisis. His face showed pain, anger, and vengeance; but they also showed Pain, Anguish, and a thirst for blood that none had seen before.<br><br>(http://starcraft2.ingame.de/wiki/images/e/ea/Valerian_1.gif)<br><br>"Three months.....Three months of my life has been taken from me. I granted him mercy and respect, and he repays that in kind as Logan always has. With betrayal and cowardice. Never again..." Arex spoke, his legs finally moving towards the group who were several paces away. His legs moved slow and methodical, the room was so quiet all that was making noise was the boots of the King making their loud steps on the intricate carpet beneath his feet. <br><br>"Never again shall I be caught off guard by his treachery, Never again shall I trust those who I could in the Royal Guard, Never again shall I grant mercy to those who have turned against me. And when I take back the throne as it should be, I will not be content with the status quo. I shall rebuild Albion, into something greater..." Arex continued. He was now walking through the group, not stopping for anyone. His demeanor had everyone frightened to stop his movements and stand in his way. Each quickly moving out of the way of his path.<br><br>"So Logan wants the throne to be his....You can have it for now Dear Brother...Be careful what you wish for Logan..." said Arex as he approached a large map of the world hanging on the far wall. Taking out a dagger from underneath the long cape and stabbed it into the area that had ALBION written on it. The dagger hung there as if the King had declared war in his own right. "You just might get it..." Arex finished.<br><br>"I thank each of your for your support in this venture. Each of your skills and special aid will be needed in the days to come. We will have to build an army that of which the world has never seen. Of which I have the perfect plans." Arex said still looking at the dagger.<br><br>"<em>Sire, please don't tell me you plan on opening the...</em>" Said one council member before Arex interrupted him.<br><br>"Vaults of Sicarus? Yes I do. Two Hundred thousand years of stored manuals, transcripts, weapons, tools, materials, and magical items. Sealed away for a time of great crisis, that can only be opened by the ruler of this realm." Said Arex, the rest of the members of the city began to look uncomfortable at this notion.<br><br>"And when I have my army, I shall march into the Capitol and reclaim that which is mine..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 10:04:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Aryia &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89321.msg3914502#msg3914502)<br></div><br>Strangely Aryia seemed happy to see the king back into a state she remembered debating with so well<br><br>"Its good to see your back in good health and focused High King, we locked horns in the past,<br>perhaps we may do so again, but not to betray you only to refine your plans but now the need to <br>debate details seems over. Your eyes are focused I see that now. Whatever memories you have gained<br>from the other soul fragment that was the previous Emperor of Elders must have tactics that are<br>ancient and have proven themselves through the ages"<br><br>"Each of the Heros was granted a magical Item from the Enchantered Wonderer, I do desire the Bowl of Gems, to enchant gems in ways fairies may value as well as trade for the war effort, for I feel we may need to give&nbsp; faires gems the bowl can make sparkle in return they have a misson to in secret destroy the plantations of the&nbsp; Larahan flowers Logan has so he can't make more armour sets. And if possible to either steal the armour his elite servants have&nbsp; and free the lanleys which supporting them or if that can't be managed give them a poision that they themselves take&nbsp; a mixture that will send them to sleep forever blissfully that they will not wake from. For this to work we need gems that <br>the mine Marcious talks of have, unless some can be provided. Or if such can't be managed, a group sent to do just that fairys or not.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Bowl of Gems<br></strong><br><br><div align="center">(http://slimages.macys.com/is/image/MCY/products/0/optimized/770830_fpx.tif?wid=300&amp;fmt=jpeg&amp;qlt=100)</div><br>Despite its name and contrary to popular belief this bowl does not create gems, but can enable a mage to enchant them. This bowl is remarkable in that it has not left the Elder's Land in known history and was one of the original artifacts that the elders had in their possession at the time the elder council was formed. It can only be used by a mage and only then when a gemstone of a certain quality is placed within its shape and a spell cast directly into its form. When done the gemstone will be instilled with the spell that was cast within, and can be used as a once off spell much like how potions work. This enchanting of gemstones does make the gems glow with a soft light that in itself can increase the value of the gem, especially if it is used for ornamental purposes.<br><br>After this action, if the gemstone is thrown onto the ground or otherwise activated the stored spell will be released. This does give non-mages an ability to cast spells on others or their&nbsp; environment in a way potions never could manage. Spells stored within gemstones enchanted using the bowl can be seen as bright light within their crystalline structure, and to the trained eye their unique hue can give an indication on what particular spell light represents.<br><br><em>Gemstones Enchanting</em><br><br>The <strong>size</strong> of the gemstone: Relates to how powerful a spell the gemstone can store<br>The <strong>quality </strong>the gemstone: Relates to how many spells the gem can store (typically all released at once)<br>The <strong>type </strong>of gemstone: Relates to what sort of spell the gem can store.<br>The <strong>purity / impurity</strong> of the gemstone: How many times the spell has to be cast on the bowl before the spell is infused in the gem (perfect purity, just once ... very impure - so often it frustrates the enchanter / not worth attempting)<br></div></div><br>"Can I have the Night lights of Nepheria?" Angela asked quickly to which Aryia looked at her quizzically<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Night lights of Nepheria<br></strong><br><br><div align="center">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/artpro/artpro0703/artpro070300013/812064-three-glowing-easter-eggs-an-a-black-background.jpg)</div><br>Three eggs in combination constitute one of the strangest lanterns known. Once one egg is rested in the air between forefinger and thumb in a relatively motionless manner for ten seconds, it will retain its place as if levitating regardless of the strength of the wind. <br><br>Once all three have been positioned the <strong>red egg</strong> empowers all within the enclosed triangle with the ability to see at night as well as cat, and hear as well as an owl.&nbsp; The <strong>yellow egg</strong> enables any within the enclosed area to be alerted to danger approaching by creating a magical hum which gives an indication of the direction of incoming danger in a manner only those within the enclosed area can hear while being strong enough to wake any sleeping.&nbsp; The <strong>purple egg</strong> renders any light sources or reflections within the triangle to be invisible to those viewing outside, suppresses sounds and scent emanating from within the area, wards away all but the most heavy of winds and rain as well as repels insects. <br><br>The eggs are only luminescent when not in use, are removed in the opposite manner they are set, are the size of a small birds egg and of a weight and texture to similar to raw granite. No benefit exists from any egg until all three are placed correctly in a triangle formation with sides of roughly equal length.<br><br>When not in use each egg can be used as a light source of pretty colors, however their illumination levels are one third that of a typical candle.<br><br>One of the elders residing in the palace is the maker of these strange egg sets ( one of manly sources of the elders wealth )<br><br></div></div><br>"Not exactly powerful Angela"<br><br>"I hate mosiquto's and it protects people who need to sleep, for decision to be good we have to be well rested"<br><br>To this Aryia nodded then returned her gaze at the king<br><br>"This Vaults of Sicarus, would what it holds be reserved for the elders only ? talk of ancient manuscripts and long lost spells is something that has my mind drooling, but do understand if the elders only are permitted to use such things. Your decision will be respected my king"<br><br>At this Aryia curtsied.<br><br>"Regardless while preparing for war your blessing for us to stay indefinitely in the Castle we currently in is most appreciated"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 02:22:59</strong>
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				Akara wasn't interested in magical items. Maybe it was her desert nature showing but they didn't rely on magic and all the talk of magic had her gaze lingering around the room. The king was distressing her. she didn't know how she felt about the rage she sensed in him. He needed to be cool headed for what was ahead for them, not angry driven by rage and revenge. It would make him reckless.<br><br>Her thoughts still swirling she turned to Penelope of Winslore and gave her a brief nod. "I'd like to take a look at the horses. Angela and I will be out to see them in the next day or two." She said not asking in the least before she shifted her gaze to Marcious. "Any further information about the infestation in the mines would be welcome so it can be determined weather it is even worth the effort to clear out the mines." She said briefly to him before standing up.<br><br>Akara was small in stature but she'd never had trouble gaining the attention of the room her gaze&nbsp; held the kings before sweeping over the council to once more settle on her king, "Why are the&nbsp; Vaults of Sicarus sealed?" She asked her voice whip shark as she asked the question. Her gaze sharp as she focused on the king though she was aware of every breath of each person in the room. Warrior instincts stretched tight as she challenged this new king who was something of a stranger with his brooding anger and barely leashed desire for revenge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 04:34:43</strong>
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				"In ancient times, first during the first dragon wars. The elders noticed that the humans always found ways to develop weapons of great destructive power that they did not fully comprehend. So throughout the wars and eons, the dragons took these weapons and locked them away in the vaults. They were named for the one who made the vaults. Sicarus was a brilliant and wise dragon. He was the one who resolved that Humans at war could not be trusted to tame their own. They would only continue their own path to destruction time and time again. Times of peace to be followed by war. The endless cycle. So he vowed during his life that he would not allow the Humans to become to powerful, for their own good. Periodically some dragons would venture into the human world, infiltrating society in their human form. It took years but they would eventually become a part of their upper echelons, not high enough to direct their path, but high enough so that they could access their technology and secretly dismantle and sent them back to this realm. Ensuring that all traces of them would be erased. So they vowed to protect the world from itself. So all the secrets of war are locked away." said the King unmoving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable - Bowerstone Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 06:41:25</strong>
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				Marcious nodded his head to the sand-warrioress and sighed<br><br>"I feel I may have created doom for more by mentioning its treasures. Clear it and the mines can be yours or any who did so, I will be thankful for the grasing areas about it to be more welcoming to the native animals of my lands. That will be thanks enough for me.<br>But be my guest and know it may be your coffin if your not careful. Whatever is in there doesn't like intruders"<br><br>Penelope then matched his sigh with her own<br><br>"I too may feel my suggestion could cause more grief than good, magnificent creatures true but they have been known to run full tilt at predators only to bash them with a shoulder, no horse does such a thing. They have fallen small trees this way, and when they leap ... my god I doubt many could hold the reigns of such things. Still perhaps what I see is not their typical bread. Even so be very careful, otherwise feel free to introduce yourself to them. They are fearsely protective of their own"<br><br>Arya then readdressed the king<br><br>"I would love to see this vault, but if you feel its not suitable for eyes like mine perhaps take what you wish to use or distribute what you feel is appropriate to whoever you desire and it can be something to work with"<br><br>Other elders talked a little and the night did drag out on issues of logistics mainly.<br><br>Soon others were drifting away and servants began to insist others to leave the castle such that the king can get his sleep.<br><br>Hours later Aryia and the heros returned to the Castle, their indulgent sleeping quarters ... Aryia with the Bow of Gems in a small chest, and Angela with her three luminous eggs that she kept secure in a leather pouch on her hip proudly.<br><br>"I like Gregory of Farle ! ITs Excellent news concerning the ships ! Finally we can have income coming through and a trading ship fleet selling potions ! Now if I can get this bowl to work perhaps I can make something that can interest some of the fairies here to work for us, sending them to poison the flowers is something that we must do, or at least try. Only a fairy I feel could get through Logan's defences, he knows that those planations under his rule would be driving us mad. If so he may be right, Im loosing sleep&nbsp; thinking of it."
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