Fable ~ Bowerstone City
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				Title: <strong>Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 17:35:59</strong>
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				Evacuations were underway, caravans were being prepared to carry supplies and weapons should the people be unable to reach a safe haven in time, or worst came to worst. Many who had families in other towns had already fled during what precious daylight hours they had. Fear however, was staring to take over. The poorer districts were on the brink of riot if they weren't controlled or moved fast. It would only take one event, one straw to break the back and every store in town would have its windows bust open and its contents looted. Some had already started looting, but they were being subtle and trying to let others in on their opportunity. <br><br>Gideon, hammer leaning on his shoulder while one hand rested on the base of its hilt to stop it from flipping over was scanning out over the horizon towards the roads where it was most likely the Hollowmen would come from. It was quiet...expected for daytime hours while the sun was up. He still found it unsettling. Hollowmen certainly had a preference for the night, but he had seen plenty while the sun was up. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 18:11:24</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br><div align="center"><strong>Evacuation</strong></div><br>Although some merchants and the likes were leaving on wagons the city as a whole certainly didn't have a calm feeling about what was obviously a situation out of control that none knew details of. After banging on a few doors and explaining matters to the occasional lost group of souls about the streets Aryia reliased more ground could be covered with her horse and a moment later was back on it simply passing word to any who were in hearing range.<br><br>Occasional glances towards the harbor showed a stream of people quickly boarding the ships. One ship was already going through the motions of leaving while people were rapidly boarding two other large galleys flying green flags... something didn't seem right through... and what Aryia noticed made her feel very uncomfortable.&nbsp; <br><br>Because mostly wealthy residences were close to the better kept streets the witches assumed as the primary pathway, the ships lisa had begged to stay seemed to be being filled by the town's higher classes only. It wasn't intentional, the witches simply did the easiest job with such short notice but favoritism seemed obvious to any others looking on. What of the others though ? Aryia looked about and realized that not all area's were so well positioned for such an endeavor nor was there any time to make a decent attempt to compensate for it. <br><br>Aryia knew her footing concerning values was already on shaky ground with all at the palace, especially the king and she didn't want to give the others more food for conflict.&nbsp; The matter had to be corrected somehow.&nbsp; <br><br>Whirling the horse about gave sight of an orphanage close-by with a myriad of scared little eyes peeking through windows towards the commotion. Well, that would have to do... Aryia rode up to the entrance and after a solid knock entered. Fears the children would be too fearful to understand what was going on seemed to be true and false. <br><br>After entering they seemed stunned as if what she was saying didn't register ... then they all seemed to move in motion like some schools of fish do. Word from the older orphans to the younger ones spread the news as fast as fire, as nods begun to become common, the older ones started taking the hands of others, and like a domino effect smaller ones took hands of yet smaller ones. <br><br>Soon several scared chains of them formed instinctively. Errie to watch but effective. When line started streaming out of the building like three snakes of bodies Aryia mounted her horse again ensuring to lead them to the closest ship.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 07:46:05</strong>
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				Ravus' horse came into sight, a seemingly dead hero on its back. He was badly injured, a cut right eye, a snapped left forearm, broken ribs, and other various cuts and bruises. His horse trotted into the gates. Ravus gently opened his good eye, "we are going to need mortars, lots and lots of mortars." He gave a small chuckle and coughed up blood, he had used up too much will, and his vision had become blurry with weariness, the poor hero of the gypsies couldn't even tell if anyone was near, his vision tunneled followed by black.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vengurd</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 09:53:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;So far the Old and poor district was in relative order. Minimal looting and little chaos, thanks to Havien and and his men. They worked efficiently and made sure those who could left and those too stubborn or stupid grouped together in the safer areas. Those who wanted to stay and fight were quickly armed with some sort of nearby weapon, though most had to go with the clothes on their backs.<br><br>&nbsp;There weren't many soldiers in the district, no real fault of the king himself. Havien knew it wasn't an oversight, but a necessary measure. The old quarter wasn't as important as industrial or market but was still important. That and Havien had made sure the old quarter had law and order.<br><br>&nbsp;"Lieutenant. set up barricades. I have received no word of where the Hallow men are coming from and I have no intention of being caught blind sighted. I want all paths leading in or out of the old district into Mourning wood barricaded. Leave the main path open, but build up the defense there. If the Hallow men come from that direction I wont condemn the good people of Mourning wood to their fate.<br><br>&nbsp;"All paths between here and the rest of the city are to be blocked completely, again, leave the main road open. If they Hallow men hit Market or Industrial they will need our help, as much as we will need help if we get hit. We need to form up four parties. We need to guard the Mourning Wood and City paths. Thats two parties. The third will form up here, which ever area gets hit, this, the center of the old quarter, can get to either side quickly.<br><br>&nbsp;The fourth and final party will need to be quick. They will be the group moving to help the rest of the city should it come to that. If we can get a few, I'd like some of our men to move to the other gates and help defend the city. I haven't made up my mind if I should be at the main gate or stay here, but I do want to at least scout the main gate."<br><br>&nbsp;His Lieutenant shrugged.<br><br>&nbsp;"If you can talk Harris, it'd be nice if you would."<br><br>&nbsp;The man just stood there. "Fine then, lets go."<br><br>&nbsp;Harris and twenty others followed Havien to the main gate. Arriving there, Havien witnesses a sight. Ravus returning, as if a Hallow man himself.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ho Ravus! Let us help you!" Havien shouted and ran forward, grasping the man's leg and stopping the horse as it trotted into the gates. What the man said was no comfort, but Havien pushed it back. The man was hurt and needed a rest before the night truly started.<br><br>&nbsp;"Come on Ravus. You need rest, a pint of ale at least, we've some time yet before they get here yet." Havien waved a couple of the others forward, ready to help Ravus off his horse. The man truly looked a Hallow man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 13:13:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br><div align="center"><strong>Evacuation</strong></div><br>Once the orphans and whatever assortment of fraying teddy bears, dolls and blankets they felt compelled to take with them gathered near the harbor an awkward silence appeared as many of the higher classes already on board looked dimly on the frightened children. The mood was like a wall preventing the orphans from stepping on the ship. The contrast of class-clashing couldn't have been more dramatic. <br><br>Aryia was about to open her mouth when fate did it for them. One by one empathy from those on board blossomed, soon the higher class families started beckoning one two or more of the orphans towards them.. Naturally orphans that were siblings or close friends stayed together and by some miracle reassuring juestures followed. Why does it have to be something like this to make people do such a thing one could wonder. But one could wonder later. A handful of guards boarded also and soon the second ship had cast off making its way to fishers creek, only minutes behind the first. The last of the large galley's was again being filled with the last of the higher class, much to the guards unspoken dislike. <br><br>Hmm the guards had proved to be very disciplined in such a situation, already they had prevented countless petty squabbles and had also resisted the temptation to save themselves. This king had trained them well.<br><br>This left two massive problems. Feeding them, and the succinct lack of anyone who actually knows how to do anything practical. The middle class, the workers were the spine and skeleton of any community, without them all would perish from one of countless preventable things sooner rather than later.<br><br>As the last of the three galleys was filling, Aryia noticed one of the male ring mages had returned to her side.<br><br><strong>"All but lisa and I are on board one of those galleys like you asked, we agreed to use mirrors to communicate but that means the ships have to stay in range of seeing each other, and sun or moonshine enough to do anything sensible with it. A sketchy plan but all I could manage at the time"</strong><br><br>Aryia nodded appreciatively "More than I likely would have thought of Duncan well done, where is lisa ?"<br><br>The man just pointed and sure enough lisa was bargaining with the captains of several fishing boats<br><br><strong>"some of the servants that came with us are already on the galley's two are no-where to be seen, but well that was to be expected. Such a shame"<br></strong><br>Lisa was in the process of convincing a handful of fishing boats to accompany the fleeing-galleys, but their captains didn't look exactly happy with the idea. They were fishermen, used to death used to hardship even during peaceful times, the concept of feeding the rich when things got hard for them wasn't an easy sell.... <br><br>Aryia looked to lisa and wished her the best, Lisa was more tactful than Aryia, if any could likely it would be her. Aryia hoped that she didn't have to request guards to force them to.. or worse - see lisa using the turn coat spell on them.<br><br><strong>"Duncan, some of the merchants and craftsman who are leaving in wagons, run to them, see if they their trade is healing goods, smiths, carpenters, textilers for tents, anything which could help these people if all were to appear on a foreign shore. Ask them to board a ship and join the fleet fleeing by water. State Mistpeak will pay double the price of all they hold on their wagon and more some if they join us. Show them this hopefully it will convince a few"<br></strong><br>Aryia removed her signet ring and handed it to Duncan who took off to see to the task.<br><strong><br>"Right then" </strong>The will-user mumbled to herself.<strong> "Now for a few more ships to take whatever traders Duncan can manage to join us, and hopefully ... one for the king and his family&nbsp; ...."</strong><br><br>Would the king to the same for Aryia ? In times like this best not to think such things. With a steely resolve Aryia walked towards stouter boats about to leave, three seemed sea-worthy enough to manage a voyage if packed full of whatever goods craftsman wagons could hold.<br><br><strong>"Im Aryia of Mistpeak, I must say what a fine set of ships you hansom captains have ... "</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 14:05:09</strong>
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				Ravus' eyes opened, his right eye was milky, but it had stopped bleeding. As the men carried him, he brought one down and muttered, wheres the princess and Aryia?" Even in the shape he was in, Ravus still wanted to make sure that everyone was ok. "I need a healer, ' else I'm no good to you all." He let out a low scratchy laugh, "at least I'm still the pretty one in the group." Again, darkness took him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 02:21:06</strong>
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				Arex arrived at the Marketplace, where the majority of the Army had been deployed to stop the Hollowmen onslaught. The defenses had been hastily built but were enough for the task ahead. The cannons and mortars from the Royal Armory had been placed on the walls for the defense. Soldiers and Royal guardsman were positioning themselves on the wall for the coming battle. The weapons and ammunition had been handed out and stores stockpiles. This was going to be the fight of their lives. But Arex knew they were ready, the majority of them had fought in two conflicts with him. One to put him on the throne, the other to keep him on it. One against their own countrymen, the other against the dark horror from across the sea. They were each a hard fighting man who had earned their uniforms and medals.<br><br>Arex took his place amoungnst his men on the wall. He always prefered to be on the battlefield with his soldiers. It was the way he did things, where other generals directed from afar, Arex was in the mix with them. It was his way of earning their respect, fighting alongside them to experience what they did. He could see the fear in their eyes even if most did not want to admit it. He began a speech to his soldiers to hopefully ease their spirits.<br><br>"Soldiers of Albion! Here we are once again! On the glourious field of battle, we are once again thrust into the fray!" Yelled Arex at the top of his lungs so that all the soldiers and even some of the other heros could hear him.<br><br>"Each one of you swore an oath to defend this great land, to uphold the just and meaningful laws, and to defend your fellow citizen. Today you will be put to the ultimate test. You have faced the the pain of fighting against your own country, then you faced the horror of the darkness, but there is still one thing above all that is true, WE ARE STILL HERE! Albion is calling once more! Will you heed the call?! Will you stand your ground and fight till your last breath?!" The up roar of the soldiers was all that was needed to lift their spirits for the coming battle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 10:01:49</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br><div align="center"><strong>Evacuation</strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/63382-bigthumbnail.jpg)<br></div><br>After Lisa had explained and promising all she could the fishermen stayed non-committal, if they were to join the fleet or go their own way it seemed they were happy to make the decision at the time and not due to anyone else's wants or views.<br><br>Two sea-ships did seem to agree with Aryia's suggestion the very moment several wagons of fearful looking craftsman appeared in the harbor. Some guards help move the wagons contents into the ships but craftsman and captains all were silent neither liking the situation or trusting what future such actions could bring.&nbsp; A few hours had past since the evacuation started and several Gallons full of the people were in the process of leaving admits sounds of battle seemingly from all directions.<br><br>Not many ships sea worthy enough to travel remained. Two captains of another galley were in a heated exchange with a set of guards on the other side of the harbor but details of it couldn't be made out above the racket. Likely ensuring a galley or two was free for the guards or for military in case the onslaught did indeed turn out doomed as is seemed. But who knew ?<br><br>Aryia knew that the tide of battle will be known either way soon enough and if it went against what all hoped, the king and the heros would need to be able to escape themselves. Kings dying in defense was one thing, alive to keep order was better. Would the king see it that way though ? He was a proud man, and like many could see the romance in poetic deaths. But he was practical also and knew his people needed him so it was likely his personal guards would insist on his safety The real question concerning the other heros. <br><br>Knowing there was little more than hope to find a few of them Aryia mounted her horse again and took to the streets, what a mess how can anyone stay focused on anything admist such things ?<br><br>Within a minute Aryia rode by a dead man being semi-dragged by a few. He did look familiar but covered in so much blood made recognition difficult.<br><br><strong>"Ravus ? Lords !"</strong> the men nearby nodded as Aryia dismounted to run to the main. A pulse existed, weak but it was there ... <strong>"Arh"</strong> Aryia had not mastered the spell to healing others and as such focusing doing so while the world seemed to fall around about here wasn't easily. Three times her attempts at keeping in a clear mind for it failed... finally on the forth ... success.... or was it ? <br><br><strong>"Ravus can you hear me ?"</strong><br><br>Aryia felt exhausted, healing was a lot easier when the place was calm and peaceful. If that effort of healing worked it would only be wounds concerning vitals that would be restored, other matter would have to be addressed later.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 05:31:32</strong>
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				The first waves of Hollowmen had arrived at the cities walls. King Arex took position at the Citidel, a small fort in the center of the defensive line in an elevated position so he could see out at the incoming waves. There where now so many that it seemed as if the ground was moving. He knew he could beat the army but with such little time to prepare a defensive and proper chain of command it was going to be a fight of the century. Arex had declared to his men that not one Hollowman will make it to the docks under no circumstances. They were not to breach the walls of the city. After they had it would spell disaster for their fighting capabilities. Units would be scattered throughout the city to fend for themselves, eliminating any tactical gain they could garner from their limited numbers and rifles.<br><br>The artillery was the key, if they could hold on to their walls and keep the pressure on the waves they would be sitting ducks. The rifles had been raised and readied. Arex raised his arm signaling the other officers in the line to follow his lead. Once his hand went down the full brunt of Albion's military would be unleashed. A few minutes went by before the range had fallen enough to be within targeting distance. Arex quickly rushed his hand down to signal the beginning of the Battle for Bowerstone City. The sounds of war could be heard echoing throughout the city.<br><br>18th century war (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVZLj-qKm3k#)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 00:39:29</strong>
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				Ravus' eyes slowly opened to see Aryia and he could only smile a bit, "It's nice to wake up to a pretty face." He caught sight of Harris and cringed, "and terrifyingly awakening to see such an ugly one." He let out a laugh and slowly got up, "I need my guns, and my blade." He slowly got up, groaning slightly as he got to his feet and dusted himself off and stretched out. "I must say that might be the only kind of magic that I like used upon me." He cracked his neck and checked his pockets for ammo and loaded up his guns. "Where are the others?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 16:34:58</strong>
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				*Looking back, Dralen could see the large amounts of soldiers lined up and cannons ready and waiting. Relief spread through him as he whirled his good hand through a series of parries. That is until the first of the cannons lanced fire and an explosion ringed in his ear.* <em>Damn, did they forget about us?</em> <strong>Everyone, damn these beasts! We need to fall back NOW!</strong> *Even as these words left his mouth, more cannon fire sounded. This time it landed all around, closer.* <em>How convenient, they're getting their range, which means, any second now, one of those things is probably gonna blast me in two.</em> *He turned as his blades protected him and "tried" to run, he had forgotten about the blow to his arm. Potions only do so much about blood loss and he had run out a while back anyway. So as his first few strides landed, his head seemed to float in the clouds. Didn't take long for his vision to go black and for him to collapse either.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 16:49:23</strong>
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				<strong>"Your in no shape for battle Ravus, I barely have your vitals seem to exertion now would just send you back to where I found you"</strong><br><br>She layed a hand on his back while he saw to his ammo on unsure legs.<br><strong><br>"You do need more healing and it will happen, please get on board the ship I will join you soon ... and see to your other injuries after gathering any others I can find"</strong><br><br>Aryia mounted her horse again and requested the guards about her to try and find the king and drag him on board if necessary... if they would obey her or do their own thing was another matter.<br><br>After riding about admits cannons, Aryia cast-slow time on herself and her horse to quickly see if she could gather key members. Favoritism ? Perhaps still for those saved to have any chance certain capable individuals were needed, far too many pregnant women or children on board to risk anything else other than doing what could most likely guarantee their survival. <br><br>Minutes later had the witch bring an unconscious Dralen draped over her horse.. to be loaded with untrained hands onto one of the few ships remaining admits uneasy looks from the captain and its sailors like being seemingly forced to delay their departure.<br><br>Still there were others. Desperately Aryia screamed their names in turn begging them to come to the harbor. These captains wouldn't linger for much longer no matter what gold or fame was offered.<br><br><strong>"Please" </strong>she thought ... "Please know when some battles can not be won. Please be braver than choose defeat, please live to fight on, to aid those who have been saved. Those we have are effectively unprotected.... so many. They need you. We need you all."[/b] she murmoured to herself while praying to gods that came to mind.<br><br><strong>"Like me or hate me, those civillians will be doomed without the aid of heros"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 07:42:11</strong>
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				(http://gallery.hd.org/_exhibits/tall-ships/_more2000/_more04/black-schooner-Brest-2000-tall-ship-festival-Brittany-France-1-BG.jpg)<br><br>By the time the remaining heros had arrived with what was left of the guards still in the city only one ship remained, sails furled, with ropes straining such that them being cut would immediately have it sailing away at full speed.<br><br><strong>"On board now all of you ! we need you all to take care of those that are sailing into unknown... we will keep the undead at bay to prevent any jumping on-board. Don't try and help us your strength is needed elsewhere this is our duty"</strong><br><br>The guards horses almost pushed the hero's horses onto the gang plank before they turned with swords drawn to face a wave of undead <br>that had followed them.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 07:46:34</strong>
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				Ravus waited for Aryia to be out of earshot and out of sight. "To hell with that Idea!" He grabbed his weapons and loaded his pistols, limping up onto the wall moving up to Arex, "My lord, my apologies for being late, but the damned thing just didn't stop coming... Oh and in the midst of the beginning of the battle, I sort of blew up the entrance to the monorail station." He looked out to the horde, "Avo save us," He grabbed hold of a Mortar, "load me up." He stared at the soldier with fury in his eyes, but his face must have been badly bloodied because the soldier was a bit in terrified awe. "DO IT!" He shook the man out of his little stupor and loaded up the mortar, 'Oh man, this is going to be massive amounts of fun." Ravus grinned, which hurt his cheeks a little, but he let loose, creating pockets in the horde, 'KEEP 'EM COMIN'!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 09:33:56</strong>
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				Akara and the others followed the guards directions to the ship waiting straining against the ropes still binding it to land. Even the speed of their horses were no match for the dead who seemed to multiply with ease. The streets were choked with them and she could hear over the whistle of the wind in her ears the others of her party fighting not only the enemies around them but the horse to weave between them.<br><br>They were so close just a few more moments till they reached the dock and the ship waiting there when one of the horses screamed it's rider with it. The feminine scream alerted the party to Evian the youngest of them all. they watched as her horse fell and her with it as the dead swarmed upon her. They could see the flash of steel in the light but even as Akara pulled the rains to hard making Sandstorm rear back they knew it was too late. <br><br>A grim faced Griffin his arm held protectively against his chest cut off the desert princess as she tried to turn around and get to Evian. They're eyes met both with determination, hers suicidal, his level headed. They didn't need words to know he wouldn't let her go after Evian. Knowing time was running short Akara cast slow time and the three off them raced for the ship looking like a blur as as their horses galoped up the gangplank onto the last remaining ship.&nbsp; <br><br>Jumping down from the horses back with lithe grace Akara tossed potions to the two men as they dropped from their own horses and took possession of hers. With a parting glance they took the horses to tend to them as well as themselves and she set off to find someone to tell her what the hell was going on, where everyone else is, and once more what she could do to help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 12:50:44</strong>
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				*Dralen lay unconscious against a mast on the main ship. Two citizens were bandaging him up, while others were gahered round, awed at his yellow tattoos burning bright on his skin. They had yet to fade back to normal, as his power was still coursing through him. They whispered to themselves obviously starting rumors no doubt. Thats what frightened masses do though. Who could blame them?*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 23:11:13</strong>
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				The battle had turned sour so quickly it was almost unbelievable. The defenses were gone, his soldiers dead, and the city was falling around him. Retreat was the only option left to him now. Ravus had shown up at the most dire hour. Even with two heroes at the command post, nothing could stop the horde. They kept coming and coming at them without rest or stop. Arex gave the order for full retreat to the remaining soldiers.<br><br>"Ravus we have to go!" Said Arex literally pulling him off the overheated and used mortar as the soldiers evacuated. There was no time for pleasantries as the hollowmen overran the leftover defenses. Boarding the ship with his personal guard the King made his way to the back of the ship to look at his now burning city as the ship finally set sail. Now the King was lost in thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 06:31:21</strong>
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				(http://www.rb-29.net/html/04.paavtnart/PAShowScans/LateAdditions11/SailingShip3.gif)<br><br>Once the thick ropes were cut the ship lurched horribly. The already overcrowded ship rolled such that a mass of water tipped over the railings as all but the most trained horses toppled to slide across the deck smashing into barrels filled with rain water.&nbsp; As the ship recovered its balance the horses struggled to their feet, snorting and whinnying feverishly. And they had reason to.<br><br>Guards buying those on board time which were on the harbor lasted a moment, slightly longer than what the odds should have implied, still brief but long enough it seemed. The hollow men jumped towards the ship, in leaps that shouldn't be possible. Most fell into the water&nbsp; before attempting to swim to the last beacon of life they wished to steal. Some could swim, others couldn't. It didnt stop the ones that were sinking trying anyway as if they were afloat and watching their strange forms do so sent a shiver down the sailor's spines.<br><br>Perhaps six in all made the leap, which was met by swords and gun-fire... but still many did float many did swim. But the sailing ship needed time to gather speed, soon it would but not for some time. Sailors assumed those on board would see to the strange creatures while they were busy ensuring the ship was afloat at all. Decent design made most of the water spill back out to sea, but a lot had still made its way down lower areas... and a human-chain of sailors passing filled buckets up, and empty buckets down created a <br>crude but effectively solution.<br><br>All looked scared. It was obvious the sailors and the captain alike would have left a long time ago if the guards didnt keep them here at sword-point. They knew their ship was dangerously over loaded. Murmors of throwing the horses overboard were ones all the sailors agreed to, loud enough for all to hear but not loud enough to be directed at any of the heros. for these sailors saw how well these hero's fought. They may not agree but a confrontation now was not what they wanted. Still those eyes of theirs, one would come sooner to later.&nbsp; They didn't look happy to have such strangers aboard.<br><br><strong><br>"Reward of the King for saving his life"</strong> one sniffed.<br><br><strong>"King of what?" </strong>replied another after unloaded one bucket's contents overboard&nbsp; ... <strong>"that ?" </strong>then tilted his head to the scene they were leaving.<br><br>(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090128045156/conmyth/images/0/07/Burning_City.jpg)<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 04:18:18</strong>
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				Arex had remained quiet for several minutes, pacing back and forth on the back deck next to the obviously nervous Helmsman guiding the ship along with the fleet of other refugee ships. The royal guards were also on edge based on Arex's mood swings in the past when something had not gone the way he planned. Everything had collapsed in an an afternoon and Arex was on the verge of a complete melt down. His leather gloves were straining not the break at the strain of his hands griping the railing to tight. The royal guards dared not interrupt him while he was trying to vent his anger.<br><br>Then suddenly King Arex turned from the railing and rushed over to the opposite side of the Helmsman's wheel overlooking the rest of the ship so everyone could see him.<br><br>"I want every ship captain in the fleet on this ship NOW!" Yelled Arex at the top of his lungs. Insuring that every crew-member and guard could hear his voice.<br><br>No one dared questioned this order when given by the King directly and in such a mood. Soon every captain had taken a rowboat from their respective ships to the flagship of the fleet, the captains had gathered into a group on the main deck awaiting the Kings address, most knew that it was not going to be pleasant. Especially since the Royal guard had taken up positions at key points of the deck, as if they were preventing running from the scene.<br><br>Arex soon slowly stepped down the small flight of stairs from the upper deck to the lower. His mood calmed but the air was still heavy with barely contained anger. The ship was silent and all that could be heard was the Kings leather boots clicking as they hit another step.<br><br>"Each of you will now give me a reason why I should not shoot each one of you now for High Treason against the Crown of Albion." Said King Arex keeping his right hand on his weapons holster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 16:35:19</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br>Aryia meant well but unfortunately she did not understand responsibility's someone of Arex's statue had to endure. For right reasons and wrong she believed he was a man that just wanted power and the expense of others having options. In a way this was true for the culture he was governing needed more order to prevent chaos ruining everything and Aryia didn't realise how good and comparatively easy her own strange community had it.&nbsp; <br><br>Most with half a brain wouldn't get in the kings way or interupt him not after seeing his city burn, not while being effectively grabbed by his own guard and thrown on a ship while was in the heat of commanding, and doing a damn good job of it too considering.&nbsp; The city needed a king that was more a general, one like Arex for many dangers were constant, in such environments people had to be hard, they had to be ready.&nbsp; Worse still despite her other mage's warning Aryia not to annoy royalty, she didn't understand their power or privileges they had. So she did what should be done ... unknowingly choose to be an obstacle for a man that needed one to lash out at in frustration of what was lost so quickly.<br><br><strong><br>"My liege, perhaps they are needed where they are ? The ships are over-loaded as it is only expert sailing could see the civilians to a place other than a watery grave. None saw this coming, their actions have saved a lot, perhaps a reward is in order, I did promise you would reward them later, some I promised from my lands treasury, some I promised you would ... forgive me for being assumptous implying I had the right to but I needed to convince them to linger for more to arrive, I didnt know what else to do. I can gather your upset with what's lost but think of what we have saved ! Miracle yes ?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 20:26:27</strong>
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				Ravus came up from beneath the deck, he was still limping, but was also now wobbling. "My king... I have a question..." He moved closer, the smell of beer was more than evident on his breath. "What are we, as in the heroes of Albion, going to do about this. From what I have read and seen, this is nothing compared to the Crawler, just that the soldiers were not properly trained to handle such a great task as a mass army of the undead." He fished around his pockets, still wobbling, "I have this idea for a new gun, it is rather large but I think it may work us fine." He pulled out a small folded up piece of paper and opened it up. "My master called it, the chain gun." He stared at the paper for a bit, like he was going back into dark memories. "He was a smart man, and one of the world's greatest blacksmiths. I think it would be a great asset to use his machine to save Albion." He put the paper into Arex's hand "Excuse me a moment," He leaned over the railing and expelled the bile from his stomach, "I've never been a fan of boats." Ravus slid down the side of the railing and pulled out a small, silver flask. 'To the king, and his next great triumph." He raised the flask then took a big swig.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 23:10:37</strong>
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				Akara arrived on the ship with the captain of the one she'd been aboard. It took some...convincing to get him to agree to let her come since she hadn't been summoned but Akara had a way with people. Most didn't want to argue with her once they saw that determind glint in her eyes or her hand resting so comfortable on the hilt of her blade.<br><br>She gained the deck and watched the others. for a moment. It was obvious the king was mad she didn't blame him, she'd be furious if such a thing had happend to her. The thought of home had her thinking. "We need to re group get a strategy and heal." She said her eyes drifting to Ravus "We should go to Aurora." She said simply leaning back against the ship railing to listen to the others. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 05:50:03</strong>
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				The King was still staring at the Captains when both Aryia and Ravus spoke up. "Ravus your project has my full support, anything we can get to fight this monsters will be greatly appreciated, keep me informed of the progress." Said the King with barely contained anger, trying to keep a cool head listening to him. But Aryia's statement about rewarding the captains sent Arex over the edge.<br><br>"REWARD???" Yelled Arex at Aryia. "Your already in hot enough water for only trying to save the rich and those who could pay Aryia, to not test me right now" Arex said in a stern voice leaving no room for question. One captain took one step forward however. "<em>We saved your ass we want our money</em>" said the Captian with a chip on his shoulder. Arex quickly went over to the captain and grabbed him by the collar and began to drag the yelling captain towards the bow of the ship. Once he was at the edge of the bow he leaned the captain over the side of the ship, the captain was begging for his life at the moment but Arex would hear none of it. "WHAT DOES IT SAY ON THE SIDE!?" yelled Arex. The captain asked what he said in a panic and Arex repeated. "What does it say on the side, captain?" Asked Arex. The captain after a few seconds he spoke up. "<em>HMS Canvris...si...sir</em>" he said. "AND WHAT DOES HMS STAND FOR?!"<br><br>"<em>His Majesties Ship!</em>"<br><br>"HIS....MAJESTIES....SHIP!!!" Yelled Arex at the captain and the assembled below him. "That means I own each one of these ships and therefore I COMMAND THE FLEET, you will do as I say when I say it and you will do it without question or I WILL HAVE YOU SHOT DO YOU UNDERSTAND CAPTAIN!!!?" Arex continued.<br><br>"<em>Yes...YES SIR</em>"<br><br>Arex threw the weeping captain back on the deck and returned to the main deck. "Anyone else have any questions?.......Good." said Arex finishing his speech. "The Monarch has the CON!" Arex yelled to the crew of the ship. A symbolic gesture saying that the King was now in direct control of the ship and not just an observer. "All ships will make for Aurora! Any ship that does not follow the flagship without my express approval will be fired upon. Now in regards to or overcrowding problem....All ships will immediately dump all heavy precious valuables which I know all of you have been hoarding, My personal guard will enforce this task, any person found trying to bribe, hoard, or hide their valuables will be shot, furthermore any person trying to resist this measure will be shot, any person attempting to revolt against me...will be shot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 07:56:56</strong>
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				Akara was as usual immune to the turbulence around her, unless it was her own emotions other didn't both her to much. The Kings anger rolling off him in waves did little to disturb her. She wished she'd arrived in time to hear Ravus's idea but figured she'd hear of it later, from what she knew of him it was probably something gun related.<br><br>The Kings next comment directed at Aryia caught her attention and pissed her off. She turned her dark eyed glare at the will user "You did what." She said her voice deadly calm, un-repressed anger was evident in her face. She hated those that treated the poor like dirt, it wasn't so long ago that her own people had been treated as such. She took a deep breath grabbing a hold of the dangerous anger leaping to life within her, tempting her to hurl the snobby woman over the railing. She calmed just slightly and wanted to say something to the woman but decided she didn't trust herself to so turned her attention back to the king who seemed to have finished with the idiot of a Captian.<br><br>She nodded pleased to be going home. She wished fleetingly she could warn her city. The best she could do was to be on the first ship to arrive. They would welcome their King with open arms but she knew her home they would hesitate even if only for a moment without her there to help put the people at ease. "Majesty I'd like to stay on&nbsp; the flag ship and be one of the first to arrive in Aurora. The quicker we can organize places for the refugees the better."<br><br>The day had been a hard one and the thought of her small city left her feeling stressed and uneasy. She didn't know how they would accommodated them all quickly but it was safe. She rubbed her eyes looking tired faining exhaustion she turned from the group out towards the sea and lifted the edge of her flowing top. The gash across her ribs was starting to bother her as the potion wore off. "Shit" she breathed taking in the sight of the torn flesh that was just starting to stop bleeding. The layers of her closer fitting clothes were soaked threw with blood and she needed to tend the wound. "Hate stitches." she muttered ripping the lower section of her shirt and the flowing outer fabric of her pants to bind it "and I don't need anymore scars" she said with a trace of annoyance in her mutterings. She knew Aryia could probably heal it but she was far to made at the mage to even consider it at the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 16:50:13</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br>Aryia put up both of her hands dismissively after seeing wolves about her.<br><br>"No it wasn't like that. Yes the wealthy are the ones that are on the ship, but one is full of orphans also, for the wealthy suburbs and the orphanage were the closest residences to the harbor, the poorer areas were too far away to easily protect, and we filled the ships as fast as we could from those closest. Those closest are ones with harbor views, those with harbor views were wealthy. "<br><br>Aryia hoped the others would understand it wasn't intentional, but all were emotional, it was hard not to be, loosing people without warning .. a city without warning, wasn't something this leader wanted to be known in history for. Nor think of privately for that matter.<br><br>"When it became obvious to me only one social caste was being saved was when I went out of my way to get an orphanage on board. Still I realized none were working class... so I offered some of your treasury to the ships captains to linger much longer than their own sense would allow. All of you did leave it to the last breath literally ! - the handful of traders I begged to join us I bartered with treasury of my land. Still if the kings treasury is what we are sailing away from, the ships captains will ... feel a little .. either way none of the civilians were asked for money. None had to pay to get on, although it looks like they were selected because they could ... its not true." <br><br>Aryia trailed off seeing the Kings glare. "Look I did what seemed right at the time, so did most people" she sighed, either they would piece it together and think good at her attempts or they already made up their mind that it was intentional. <br><br>The girl from the land of shifting sands glared at Aryia also. She heard the guards talk of how she fought, of&nbsp; how her sword was a blur, <br>other swords made sounds but she just seemed to be a silent cat. <br><br>"Akara ... " Aryia smiled, tried to make it genuine but tension of the night had got to them all "I can heal you in a way that no scars exist. They can all be removed if you hate them, or keep the ones you like to tell stories of. Still it involves what is rumoured, but any witches of my lands including myself can do so. You may not be in the mood now but if the want interests you later just talk to any of us"<br><br>Aryia then walked to her horse and tried to calm it, unlike Akara's finely trained steed Aryia's was all fear .. weight shifting from foot to foot with each creek the ship made. "shhh.. shh..." she murmured to its ear ... not that it did much good.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 20:12:56</strong>
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				Ravus got up slowly walked over to Aryia, "Come with me, we need to talk." He took by the hand and led her under the boat to where he was staying. He sat her on the bed and pulled up a crate, Ravus looked the girl in the eyes, "I know what you did was in your best intentions, but some of us have people in that land that we care for, I know you do as well." He took off his hat and set it on the floor. "You don't understand fully the pressure that King Arex is suffering. There are people all over Albion that will face this horde, alone. Brightwall, Mistpeak, Mourningwood, Silverpines, Milfields, Driftwood, these are the town's that we left unprotected, I know there are some people in Brightwall that may have what it takes to become a hero, but one hero is not as good as several." He smiled and stroked her cheek gently. "Arex is worried about the whole, so you can see why he is distressed, wanting so badly to get back there and save his people that he fought so hard to free." Again, Ravus smiled as he took his hand away from her cheek. "I don't think you are a bad person, but I also don't think that you think things through when it comes to everyone else's thoughts and feelings in the situation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 04:32:47</strong>
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				As Aryia was taken aside by Ravus, Arex continued his command, the ship captains left to carry out their orders and Arex had come up with a destination for the fleet. "We make for Fort Canvris!" Yelled Arex to the helmsman. The fortress was built in the port area of the Aurora by Arex after he had defeated the darkness. He had found that he needed a permanent safe point for defense of the distant nation, a small outpost in the middle of nowhere would not do it. The assignment was miserable, constant attacks, wooden beds, thin sheets, the head, and the constant sand made sure that the post was constantly changing hands as soldiers rotated out for more desirable assignments on the mainland. Fort Canvris was built under Arex's direct supervision and was built in only half a year. Its size and location making it a major strong point in the kingdom, and now it would be the center of the Kings decisions. <br><br>(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101013230525/assassinscreed/images/e/ef/Castel_Sant_Angelo..jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 04:36:37</strong>
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				Akara's only acnolagment of the mages offer was a jerky nod. her thoughts were already far away, back in the wild unpredictible feirce beauty of her home land. Part of her thrilled to be going home. She truely hated leaving but worry made her chew her lower lip as her eyes stayed fixed on the distant horizon.<br><br>The wind played havok with her midnight hair as she made endless lists and plans in her mind. Her city thrived but it was small. Just finding a place for everyone to sleep would be a&nbsp; challange, food would be another thing all together. <br><br>She finger combed her hair in slight irritation. She was stressing herself out about things she couldn't control. Taking a deep breath of the salty air she tried to relax and waited leaning against the ship rail waiting to catch thefirst glimpse of home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 17:01:56</strong>
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				Aryia saw the desert girls response, she wasn't expecting anything other than proud distance from her, but it wasn't her fault, many warriors were the same after giving it their all and seeing a battle shift in a way that wasn't to their liking. Some could be distant for weeks, some could stay distant forever. She nodded in reply showing the offer was open and was thankful she made it clear that options existed later - with any of the witches from her homeland.<br><br>Aryia listened to Ravus and it took a while for her thoughts to settle. Ravus was flirting, there was nothing bad with that of course still it could mean his words may not be truthful, but they seemed it. The witch simply nodded but still was a little confused.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps I did aggravate him at a time that wasn't suitable, still ... "</strong> Aryia was about to voice reasons to justify her actions then thought better for it.<br><strong><br>"Ravus thanks for telling me... I will try and keep my thoughts away from the King until things settle, however long that will be... there is so much to do. By the way what you did out there was amazing, less would have escapred if it wasnt for your heroics and others"</strong> She was still shaky after so much happened and it was hard not to keep it together.<br><br>Touch and sexuality meant a lot more to others than it did to where she was from, already it was shown her values were not shared, and best not to make a mistake that could cost her more without learning more of other people.<br><br>* <br><br>It seemed like an eternity on the ship. Was it days ? Hours that past ? Aryia didn't know, she spent most of her time holding the edge of the ships railings waiting for another bout of nausea to overwhelm her.<br><br><strong>"Land-ho"</strong> ones of the sailors finally yelled soon the place was alive with motion as sailors saw to the large ships settling into the new port.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 18:35:02</strong>
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				Ravus stepped off the ship as they landed, looking around the desert city. "So this is Aurora, interesting, very interesting." He picked up some of the sand and let it fall between his fingers, "Much finer than on the mainland." He took his hat off and slid his fingers through his hair before placing it back on his head. "Sun is a bit harsher here though. he slid off his coat, leaving him only in a sleeveless black tunic as he went back on the ship and began helping people unload the ship with provisions and any injured or sick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 10:52:26</strong>
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				Akara was one of the first of the ship running into the arms of her people as if she'd been gone a year instead of the scant few weeks she'd been away. She smiled and greet those gathered at the docks smiling and hugging old friends looking at home surrounded by her people. But the joyful reunion was short lived as her people realized something had gone wrong.<br><br>With the ease of some one used to command and the knowledge of who she could count on to help she explained very briefly her needs and several older people peeled off from the group to start preparing places for all the refugees. A few warriors that looked a few years older then Akara herself smiled good naturedly at her as they surrounded her. Several seemed to asses her taking notice of her injury and the slight look of worry that didn't seem to leave her eyes.<br><br>She smiled reassuringly as she caught notice of Ravus shifting his fingers threw the sand, making commentary to himself. She separated herself for most of the group who were already making themselves useful helping unload the ships and directing people as to where they should go. The only people that stayed with her were the warriors who seemed to loath leaving her too soon. "If you dress like that you'll burn before noon." She said with a light smile poking Ravus lightly as she passed him to help unload the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 15:32:14</strong>
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				Arex waited until the last of the refugees had left the ships and the townsfolk had dispersed, he did not want to show his ashamed face in-front of his people right now, in his mind he was a coward and not worthy of the crown now on his head. He slowly walked down the gang plank with his royal guard in order to make the journey to the keep of the fortress ahead of them.<br><br>"So this is the capital of my crumbling Kingdom" said Arex painfully as he walked the streets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 20:05:37</strong>
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				Ravus looked at Akara and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, but if I put my coat back on, I will die from heat exhaustion before&nbsp; the sun even passed that rooftop." He pointed at a low home up on the hills. "Akara, do you... hate Aryia?" He looked at her as he set the box he was carrying onto the sand. "I know the king doesn't exactly have a soft spot for her, but she reminds me of all the people of Albion before Arex was king." He smiled and put his hand on Akara's head and ruffled her hair a bit. "She is like a lost child, wanting what she thinks is good, but her people have been so distant from the rest of Albion, just like your people, and mine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 07:54:10</strong>
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				"I don't hate her." she said shaking her head softly a mixed expression on her face. She glanced at the warriors standing a bit too close to her at the moment. Her people followed her lead they didn't need think she disliked Ayria. Rumor travel too quickly here and the last thing she wanted was for the girl to be given the cold shoulder because of idle gossip. With a wave of her hand she gave the few a look and with obvious displeasure they left her to her own devices.<br><br>"No I don't hate her." Akara repeated shifting her fingers threw her mused hair as she tried to figure out how to put into words what she felt for the other girl. "I think she frustrates me mostly. We're diffrent in a huge way and it's our diffrent ways of thinking that make up clash mostly." She chewed her lip lightly looking slightly distressed as if she wasn't quite sure how much she should say, in truth she wasn't but she wasn't a secretive person and settled on honesty. "The biggest thing I have against her is she acts not as if mistwood and her are part of a whole but as a separate nation from Albion. Look around you. Aurora knows what it's like to be a separate nation, cut off and alone. Now as part of Albion we thrive like never before and because of that we are as loyal as anyone on the main land. My people love our nation, my people will sleep under the stars tonight to open their homes to those from across the ocean in a land most have never seen because they love this nation and our King. Maybe it's silly" she said with a shake of her head "But when Ayria offered things from her land, riches and the likes as if they were hers to give it and not his to ask for it upset me. Like she doesn't realize what it could be like for her and her people should they be alone." <br><br>Akara's eyes looked troubled as the settled on the endless sea of sand stretching out around her. It called out to her drawing her to the empty sands the way it always does when something is bothering her. She shifted her fingertips threw her hair again as a breeze brushed past the pair. "I've been away too long is all, forgot what it's like to be around mainlanders who think so differently then we do." She said smiling lightly. "Don't worry about it Ravus, I like her just fine I just need to get used to her is all. I'll talk to her later I have a feeling she'll want to meet the few mystics we have left." She said with a playful wink going to fetch her horse that was currently straining against someone elses handling. <br><br>Taking Sandstorm in hand the horse quieted and she lead the spirited animal down the gangplank. passing Ravus once more she stopped again "My home is open to the heroes it's the larger one next to the temple" She said pointing it out. "Tell everyone their welcome you may see them before I do and I need to make a few arrangements." She said with a parting smile leading her mare away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 14:51:41</strong>
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				Ravus smiled at Akara as she left, he picked the box back up and made it to the first store house before realizing that he was trying to mend the relations between the heroes. "What the hell am I doing? I have no right to tell these people what to do..." He laughed and shook his head, "I'm an idiot." He went back onto the boats and helped an elderly woman off before going back on to grab the last of the cargo.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 14:48:28</strong>
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				After Ayria left Ravus silently with a short nod - the nausea of the trip had dominated her until her foot found itself on dry land.<br><br>And dry was an understatement. The sand was bone dry. The contrast from an age at sea couldn't be more - and was yet again enough to almost trigger another release of her stomach's contents... but not quiet this time she managed to hold.&nbsp; This was a land known for its fierce warriors, a proud land, a land ones word meant a souls yearning, something not be taken lightly ... well so she had read. But it seemed a lot of what she read was far from right in the custom of other places.<br><br>Many were talking and the witch strained to overhear what Ravus and the princess-of-dunes seemed to share but only occasional words appeared - not enough to grab contents. Something about taxes perhaps ? Such things made sense when in the company of other heads of such locales.<br><br>Many decisions she had made felt a blurr now and the sun wasn't something the witch was used to.<br><br>"Aryia ... are you ok?" one of the male witches who had come on a ship which ankored before theirs inquired. "I have talked to some who insist that wearing silk like scaffs about ones face and head is sensible here - the idea on first thinking seems silly - why wear MORE when one is hot but they insisted that if wound loosely it shades one face and head as well as keeps most of the sand away. Here ... "<br><br>The man procedded to wrap Aryias face and head in the way he adopted ... it didn't look as well done as those who did so with a practiced hand but the effect did seem instant. <br><br>"Thank-you Darius" Aryia nodded slowly then looked to see their horses being taken ashore while several captians gave Aryia stark stares. "Um Darius the kings treasurey may be all but lost I am not sure many of these captains I promised a piece from who now know that the promise was hollow."<br><br>"Ah that would explain a few things"<br><br>"Oh what have I done ? What can i do ? Without meaning to I think I have rubbed our king up the worse way I could even if i did try"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 18:26:19</strong>
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				Once Arex had reached the center of the city plaza, the King stopped suddenly and began to look around. His mind filled with pain and sorrow over what had transpired the last few days. Going from Monarch to exile in a matter of hours took a toll on a mans thoughts. He told his guards to spread word throughout the high ranks of the remaining military and heroes still left after the mass evacuation. He told them to have all of them meet the King in front of the Town center in a few hours for an important announcement and no further details were to be given. In the mean time, the King retreated to the quiet of the fortress to gather his thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 03:17:18</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br>Within one how Ayria exchanged her attite for the glossy white shemagh<br>and a matching white silk tunic but retained her boots for there didnt seem a trader of such things nearby ... at least for the moment.<br><br>Keeping the king waiting now after all she had none could be the final straw<br>and he certainly seemed to be close. As worried as all the refuges were none looked more concerned than the king. THe king of course could easily managed to have is family thrive no matter what but while staring see what the king<br>was looking at while so upset it finally dawned on Aryia that his distress <br>was that of the fate of his people, not power, not money, not prestigue of the position that he had that was now in jeapody.<br><br>Aryia felt a little worse than ashamed, for although she had not sort them<br>she had managed more due to cooinsidence than effort on her behalf found herself with all those things, and a part of her knew sheh ad taken so for granted.<br><br>As the first hour ended she noticed the other witches she had brought with her<br>where simularly dressed for the new environment. Just as well a few more hours in the thick robes they had which suited Mistpeak would have had them all pass out with heatstroke.<br><br>Concern for the horses at such a time was ever-present. If there was no food they would be the first to go, and guards did usher steeds on board away to some stables which held their fate. Stranage Aryia thought Cammels would be the main mode of transportation here but she recalled Akara's horse was proof that these desert lands boasted as fine a steeds as horses could be. Well riding horses anyway. Warhorses and draft horses were from cooler lands, the place seemed a contrast of riddles.. none more embodied it than Akara herself.<br><br>A woman who was about as good a warrior as legends got. How she talked and her behaviour was one with duty from several placeses, distant but not aloof, <br>but how others greeted her here and all of her posture screamed princess-of-shifting-sands. It felt like all were in her hands now as much as the kings<br>and likely the king would be leaning on her more than any other. <br><br>Aryia shifed her rapier and dagger on her new belt and smiled at the contrast,<br><br>http://www.swordsswords.com/images/products/detail/Musketeer_Epee_Rapier_Sword_Fencing.jpg (http://www.swordsswords.com/images/products/detail/Musketeer_Epee_Rapier_Sword_Fencing.jpg) (Mainly for posturing)<br>Silver Steel Dagger - http://www.militaria.pl/upload/wysiwyg/gfx/produkty/9/noz_uc_knights_dagger_UC1144_w.jpg (http://www.militaria.pl/upload/wysiwyg/gfx/produkty/9/noz_uc_knights_dagger_UC1144_w.jpg)<br><br>the others born about this place had curving blades Aryia's seemed pleasing to the eye but they stood out so much no clothing choange could help her obviously being a foreinger. <br><br>What would the kings first orders be ? there were a lot more people here thanthe keep was deisnged to host ... well to Aryia's eyes it seemed it,<br>unless there were underground rooms the witch didnt know of but why make underground rooms in a desert ? Hmm could be to keep cool, could be natural caves ? Still time would tell something the king would know. <br><br>Aryia put her hands up to her eyes and scanned the horison. Perhaps the king would be trying to send them all on different missions to resolve what would easily kill them - textures for large airy sprawling tents ? Blankets ? Securing Water ?&nbsp; ? Spy or Communication networks to work out the extent of the invasion and to direct them to safe zones ? Foraging parties ? Food ? <br><br>Aryia felt weak. She hadn't kept down anything solid since stepping foot onto the ship. Looking about the other refuges showed she wasn't the only one - especially the orphans.<br><br>Now aryia felt sorry for the king .. who would want this responsibily on their shoulders ... ina place and a time like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 10:10:16</strong>
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				Hours left alone to tend to the upheaval of her people her family served Akara well. The temple priests and several of the more wealthy family opened their hopes to the refugees. Akara had her home opened to the hero's and the children who looked lost and alone. <br><br>Her worriers loyal and true help people find where they needed to go till everyone had a play to sleep for a time till something more perminate could be set up. A quick word with her warriors told her of their own troubles that made her worry slightly but compared to the rest of her concerns they were of no consequence.<br><br>Mothers and children went to work cooking and prepared to show the mainlanders the splendor of their desert home. Pride shown in their eyes as they welcomed everyone. Priests moved among the crowd passing out tea to settle the stomachs of those who'd suffered the seas illness. In the hours before the meeting things settled as much as could be expected till it felt almost like normal save for the amount of people and the edginess of her warriors. They worried far too much.<br><br>After her duties were met and no one else had immediate need of her Akara slipped away. The sand beckoned her and she awnsered its call. She escaped the city walls for a moment letting her hair free she let the arid wind push against her body battering her and she smiled savoring it. She dropped to knees in the sand and turned her face up to the sun savoring the tastes, smells, and sounds of her home, basking in the familiar comfort of it all.<br><br>The slow heat eased the knot of worry that had settled into the pit of her stomach when she'd turned from the battle. She should have known her peace wouldn't last long. A shadow fall on her and she opened her eyes to look up at her Her first mentor the man who'd given her, her first blade and now helped run the city and her warriors when she was away. He also happened to be Evain's father. "Where is she?" He asked his words gruff a knowing look on his harsh face.<br><br>Akara was tempted to look away to hide from the guilt she felt heavy on her slim shoulders but she didn't, she looked him strait in the eyes as she awnsered "Dead, she fell fighting, an enemy under her blade." She said rising to her feet. "We'll honor her, the warriors and myself in the timeless sands later when our attention is undivided." She said and the fierce man looking suddenly older nodded. "Your king waits." He said indicating the city gates. "Our king" Akara replied on autopilot. "Your their hero, their leader Akara. Remember that." He said a seriousness in his voicethat drew her attention before he pushed her towards the gate before turning and heading into the open sands that seemed to swallow him whole.<br><br>With a sigh Akara stopped at her home quickly and changed clothes into something less mainlanderish. She chose flowy pants with slits up the side and a small top that just covered her chest but left her stomach bare, a sheer blue cloth was draped over her frame to protect from the sun and to distinguish herself among her people, bright colors high rank. She felt at home in the light clothing that floated around her as she moved. Leaving her hair down she mingled with her people for a few moments before going to the town center to meet with her king and the other heroes her hand resting easily on her blade at home and completely comfortable for the first time since leaving. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 11:42:10</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br>Looking about others wearing shemagh made them initially seem unfriendly, alien, but their actions more than proved otherwise. Soon wind that Akara had opened her family home for the heros reached Aryia's ears .. and that wasn't the end of it. Whatever Akara put in motion with her suggestions towards others looking to her for direction gave instant relief to many of the troubled refuges.&nbsp; None more appreciated by Aryia herself than a wooden cup of tea&nbsp; which settled her wretched sea-sickness within moments.<br><br>She had heard oasis' existed, and treasures in deserts but Aryia always thought that was relative to what else they were used to, the idea of any peoples living in such a place having excess enough to be hospitable was jaw dropping. Either that or their generosity was something equally so, likely a bit of both.<br><br>Still there was so MANY refuges. Discussion's with the circle-witches who now lingered about Aryia resolved so a simple transaction with a merchant who expressed an interest in the exotic weaponry her small ensemble held.&nbsp; Although this left the witches merely with daggers, In exchange for their fine main-land rapiers and the metalic crossbows they carried, water skins and trappings of one large and two huge open-desert tents and a few camels to ride or carry it all were given. The smallest of which the Mistpeak's witches assembled in the wind-break of a large dune and assumed as open-air sleeping area and makeshift hospital. <br><br><div align="center">(http://www.photographymojo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/paracas-hotel-ica-peru-desert-tent-lounge-starry-night.jpg)</div><br>Enough knew the slow-time spell to be able to take turns rotating its casting to shield the area about it in a time-bubble which would slow down freak winds to a gentle breeze, perfect for fires during the night to ward off the desert chill known to sometimes be even harsher than the days heat.<br><br><strong>"It is certain the desert folk have their own medical methods, but whatever supplies they have they should retain and used as a last resort, if we can heal whoever and whatever without imposing on these folk for anything more then we should. We owe them that much at least. THe days heat none of us mainlanders are used to, this can easily fatigue people and move to sickness if we are not careful."</strong> - One of Mistpeaks circle-witches commented.<br><strong><br>"Some of us beleive that the slow time spell may cool the area during the peak of sun, still we don't know how much and must try it to find out, still even taking the edge of it would be welcome "</strong> - Said another<br><br><strong>"Why would that be true ?"</strong> Aryia looked confused<br><strong><br>"Simple, the slow time spell makes anything happen outside what it effects happen at a lower rate. for any minite that passes the sun shines in less heat, well same heat spread out over a longer time from the perspective of anyone inside. How much would it cool those inside ? I have no idea ... we can only wait and see. "</strong><br><strong><br>"Interesting, well if you work out anything useful tell any of the heros and the kings representatives, he may think of a use for what you have in mind that escapes me now... Oh also make sure you inform Akara, she has proven her loyalty to something grander than her own immediate people and I would like you all to trust her.<br></strong><br>"Trust Akara ? Are you sure Aryia? Our peoples couldnt be more different and we know NOTHING of their values, I even wasn't sure their lands existed until I found myself here and if nothing else, have you seen some of the stares she gives you ? "<br><strong><br>"Yes yes I know, unfortunately just like other leaders and great warriors she is proud, and I think I may have done or said a few things that go against her values more than a little. Regardless of what she thinks of me she likely knows the use of Mistpeak's witches. <br><br>If she requests a will-ring [OOC: needing 5 witches which feeds magic to 1 center witch] formed for whatever reason or desires some of you to see to something, do not consult me, just follow her orders, she effectively is princess of these parts and likely is needful of something she doesnt have time to explain."<br></strong><br>At this the witches nodded their head faintly.<br><br>"Oh and all of you, well done, aiding the guards and ship crews to see as many here as we have was impressive, as distasterous as the fall the city was, you all played a major hand in saving all standing now, well we all did. Still I must be off .."<br><br><strong>"Wait Aryia, do you know news of Mistpeak ? Could it be over run also ?" </strong>- Lisa asked inquisitively<br><strong><br>"I dont know, we may not have battlements, an army or machines of war others have but even with us here that still leaves three roaming will-rings and a scattering of witches still to protect our community. Our cave-dwellings are extensive, with warning mirrors and trapped to boot.<br><br>We may not be a people that could hold off such waves as other lands could but hiding and slipping away from such a wave would be better at than most, If it is so bad we are to abandon, all in mistpeak can more easily escape we we have no surface buildings forcing any to be channeled into deathtraps which restricts methods to flee, and most know the cave and their exits very well. <br><br>Lisa, alas I have not heard word but if I do you will know, but its not mistpeak or desert lands I fear most for, its the high rising towns and cities common in other lands the king is worried about for good reason for all are&nbsp; deathtraps for such outbreaks. Goddesses pray is not already having them fall"</strong><br><br>Aryia bowed to the will-ring witches who turned to make ofter about the witch-tent<br><br><br><strong>"I should be back shortly, for its time for the kings speech."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 17:17:39</strong>
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				Ravus stretched as the last of the ships' loads were finally on the shore. He began his way through the city when one of the people came to him, informing him of the king's request. He nodded and sighed, "I get a strange feeling that this is going to be exactly like last time." He began his walk to the King, walking passed Akara, he stopped and smiled a bit nodded for her to follow. He stretched and walked up to Aryia picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder, "Forgive me everyone, but the King summons us." He smiles a bit, enjoying picking up Aryia's lithe form. He finally makes it to the Town Center and sets Aryia down. "Of course, now we have to wait for him," Ravus turned around tilted his head a bit, "apologies, I did not know that the king would be late to the meeting he set."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 17:59:17</strong>
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				The sun was hanging low in the sky, marking the end of the regular day. Candle light filled the brimming city and the square where the people had gathered to hear the King's address. The king walked out of the fortress not wearing his normal royal attire, but his Desert outfit (http://th03.deviantart.net/fs50/PRE/i/2009/289/e/9/Desert_Warrior_by_astray_engel.jpg) that the people of Aurora had seen him in during his time before he was crowned King. He was however still wearing the crown of Albion, signifying his position. Making his way to the crowd of people he took out his sword and began to draw a line in the sand a few meters away from the crowd. It took him several minutes to finish the line as such he said nothing at all. Silence filled the city as this was going on before the King stood once again at the other side of the line.<br><br>"Today we stand at an impasse, the mainland of Albion is no longer under our banner. We are now exiles of our own city, but however we are still alive, many have fallen so that we may live, but now is not the time to grieve, the time has come for a solution to our problems. Before we start though, there are still questions that need to be answered. In order to be where I am now I had to take measures that were not popular, and now is your chance...." Said the King. Then pointing at the line he drew in the sand.<br><br>"Those of you who are still with me, cross the line to my side, those who disagree with what I have done may remain on that side without reprisal from me and may go about their lives as they please. The choice is solely yours to make."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 22:49:40</strong>
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				Akara didn't hesitate, she never did. With the weight of the eyes of her people on her she lifted her chin and as soon as her King finished talking she stepped forward crossing the line drawn in the sand with out a second thought. <br><br>She took her place beside her King and spoke so all could hear "You have my loyalty my king, until I draw my final breath." with that she bowed to her King in respect before stepping behind him. <br><br>Akara felt nothing but ease with her choice. She'd always been loyal to her king from afar it only felt right to stand with him now in this time of termoil. As she stood behind him the arid wind making her hair flare out like a banner and molding her clothing against her body surrounded by the timeless sands she felt as if she was exactly where she was ment to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 01:09:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br>It was wrong that warriors of strength could be strong enough to do what Ravus did. Carrying her over his shoulder like some girl being saved ? Did he have ANY idea who she was ? And in front of all these people to ! She was Mispeaks ambassador, she had to embody their values to other lands ! Her fists pummeled his back while legs kicked and a bout of curses didnt seem to make him change his mind. When he placed her back on her feet she felt like slapping the man stupid but resigned to glower and huff indignantly instead. <br><br><strong>"Damn it Ravus ! Don't do that again !"</strong> she was about to follow up with another tirade on manners<br>but wind blew her face cloth over her own eyes, replacing what would be her thunder with a frantic clawing at the silk to see again.<br><br>By the time she did the King was speaking. Almost as he finished Akara slivered like a cats shadow over the line to signify her loyalty.<br><br>Aryia's smaller form couldn't match the impressive grace that Akara's warrior trained posture could and even if she could the desert princess was used to walking in sand. Those who were not walked with less eloquence which frustrated the witch but now wasnt the time to dwell so much on the vanity that Mispeak held so highly. With the occasional stumble mis-guessed sand levels could trigger Aryia made it over the line to join Akara's side.<br><br>After gaining her breath she bowed to the king. This time previous anger and past disagreements seemed an age away. Immediate matters meant everything, hundreds of pairs of eyes borrowing into each of those present near the king didn't allow for anything else.<br><br><strong><br>"Although many in Mispeak including myself may not share many beliefs others have. Neither I nor Mispeak will ever desert you. A king is needed for matters larger than what one locale can solve. If myself or witches with me can be of use to ensure peace and prosperity for all, simply speak of it and it is done.<br><br>&nbsp;I, my liege, am with you." </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 04:04:25</strong>
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				Ravus smiled and walked across the line as well and put his hand on Arex's shoulder, "You like an entrance don't you?" Ravus laughed and looked around, "but I have a question for you my king, what of the other towns, brightwall, mistpeak..." He looked over at Aryia, making sure she couldn't hear him. "I know that our people can protect themselves, but for how long? I only ask that you consider starting the same way you did when you freed us from your brother's tyranny." Ravus bowed his head, "but that is only my suggestion, I will follow you however you choose."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 06:36:36</strong>
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				Once the heroes had crossed the line it did not take long for the rest of the people to join them. Once again Albion's survivors were whole. Now the King had his people, now he needed a plan. Tears almost came to his eyes as the people crossed the line. <br><br>"I don't know Ravus, I only pray that the remaining forces can hold them off long enough for support to arrive." Said Arex with a heavy heart, he knew the chances of them holding out against that horde were slim to none. Then something unexpected happened.<br><br>"Your Majesty you have a visitor that has requested your presence." said a Royal Guardsmen walking up.<br><br>"Who is it?" asked Arex. "I think that question can answer it self." said the guard as another brought up a familar face to everyone in the crowd.<br><br>(http://www.wildgamerz.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/1027-fable3_Logan.jpg)<br><br>"Brother...." said Logan, older brother and former King of Albion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 08:24:29</strong>
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				Akara's stance grew stiff as she stood beside her king. She was but a child when Logan betrayed her people but the memory wasn't' lost on any of them. To anyone who cared to notice the crowd grew quiet and many people wore guarded expressions. There was little love for the former king among the desert dwellers.<br><br>A flash of anger lanced threw the young woman and she stiffled her initial urge to turn her back to the man she held no respect for. But as always she felt the weight of her peoples gaze on her. They'd follow her lead and it wouldn't be smart to disrespect the Kings bother even if she held nothing but disdain for him. Smothering her impulsiveness her met the gaze of the former monarch and waited to see what new twist he'd add to the increasingly delicate situation.<br><br>Ever aware of their leaders slightest shift in moods Akara's warriors moved threw the crowd prepared to act if things shifted from tense to dangerous. The crowd eyed Logan with distaste and the anger and unease of the crowd was almost palatable. Akara could feel the tention heavy in the air and hoped for once Logan wouldn't do or say anything to make things worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 17:07:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br>Logan ? Was this a trick ? Had logan control over his brother, perhaps had his own witch cast turn-coat on him all this time ? Nothing made sense, if he was a puppet why reveal so now ?&nbsp; The answer likely was something more complicated but brother or not chances shouldn't be taken. Not with so much to loose. Everything. Faith in the king yes, but not without cautionary measures ... and now certainly seemed the time.<br><br>Akara's seeming faith didn't match Aryia's own by a long shot, still her warriors were capable, they could read trouble instinctively, warriors could, witches had to be prepared .. always. <br><br>A flurry of hand gestures from Aryia prompted the five Mistpeak witches looking onwards beside the newly erected tent into a humming chant. <br><br>It was one that helped them focus sustaining a will ring, but will rings were new, they had only practiced them for a few months no more, and an impromptu one like this wasn't something any of them had experienced during a battle but despite Aryia's poor diplomatic efforts in the past she had seen to those learning the strange skill to release the ring in a manner that didnt leave any confused, such that all could act independently and in unison if it was broken without warning. But that was in practice sessions, real warfare was another matter.<br><br>Still the witches were disciples in their art if nothing else, all should be for they were the main power her locale had.<br><br>The gestures included default tactics all would adopt if the will ring failed .. namely to cast beneficial spells on the hero warriors close-by. It wasn't long afterward that the crowd grew as suspicious as Aryia's and her witches were. <br><br><strong>"Child Slaver !"</strong> one cried out in the throng. <strong>" Doomed charade !! "</strong> .. yet another.<br><br>Aryia started to feel the buildup of channeled power of the will user's ring coursing into her but The king didn't seem to be under the influence of the turncoat spell, those who did had blank expressions .. perhaps Logan held a loved one of the kings captive ? Blackmail ? Worse ?<br><br>Akara didn't seem to be signaling tactics to her warriors. Although royalty had privileges, it was common for disgraced family members to disappear if it could cause a dark cloud over the next reign. Something didn't make sense. Well nothing made sense. Best option seemed to be to readying to cast turncoat on Logan himself. <br><br>While some had tattoos or charms that could resist some magic, turncoat was one of the three spells Aryia had truly mastered and with a will ring empowering her she couldn't know anything that could possibly resist, perhaps an artifact of legend maybe and even if it failed she could move the energies into another while the ring held, and even if the ring dropped, her witches would be formidable, Akara's warriors perhaps more so in other ways ... and together ? With other heroes also ?<br><br>Arrghh it felt wrong not to strike now.. but still Akara's warriors had not pressed an assault. No arrows had been shot, no guns fired. Worse Aryia HAD promised to trust the king.... and if it wasn't a trick she wouldn't want herself or the witches with her to start what could be have been avoidable, complicating a delicate matter ... or having blood shed over a misunderstanding.<br><br><strong>"My Dear King Arex, loyalty to you I have pledged but to you ... but your not you if your a puppet to Logan blood kin or nay so, the merest signal from you would move us into action to control him in turn ... one nod is all that is needed anything. <br>If this isn't a trick what on this world is this about ?"</strong> - It wasn't a demand, Aryia was scared herself and wasnt sure if catastrophe was to be prevented by action or inaction. Although her magics held firmly the weight of meaning of what could be fatefully wrong decision .. or fateful indecision this moment&nbsp; made her lips tremble. <br><br>Aryia waited on the direction of her king, but it wasn't easy. Now could Akara and her warriors be seemingly so calm ? <br>But they had seen more battles than the witches had, perhaps Akara knew something Aryia didn't ? Thoughts of a horrible betrayal flicked into a fire and ended just as quickly ... it didnt make sense for her to. Not after what she put herself through. But embers of something felt very present and the crowd also murmured uncomfortably. <br><br>Aryia couldn't blame them. Homeless, lost .. confused, these people didn't need more reason to be afraid,&nbsp; her face racked with confusion made all the more difficult by the reports of what she had heard logan do. Unforgivable. Some things just were. Some souls were bad seeds through and through.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 18:56:33</strong>
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				Ravus looked at everyone getting up in arms with the sight of Logan. He only just nodded at Logan, but he was getting tired of everyone screaming at them, he pulled out one of his pistols and fired it into the air. "ENOUGH! True that Logan has not been the best of kings, but our King now had chosen to spare his life for a reason. We could use his military expertise, and he deserves the benefit of the doubt!" Ravus put his gun away and shook his head, "I know this disaster has put us all on end, but I will settle for a former enemy pushing us over to the edge." He glanced at Arex and nodded again, "Forgive me, I'm tired and a bit on edge myself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 19:33:58</strong>
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				"I am in command of my own will thank you Ayria. My brother may be from the same bloodline but he is not a mind-controller." Said Arex looking over his shoulder. When Ravus calmed the crowd down Arex thanked him then walked over towards were Logan was standing. This was one of the last things Arex was expecting, ever since the funeral of Sir Walter, Logan had disappeared from the kingdom. Arex had always thought he had been living on a small island in the middle of the ocean in exile. By his own words Albion would heal better without him.<br><br>"Logan why are you here? Where have you been?" Asked Arex. So many questions remained to be answered.<br><br>"Abroad, being in exile has its perks, Ive been able to see all that you have done for the country. I am very proud of you. I saw what you did at Ravenscar Keep as well..." said Logan puting a hand on Arex in a reassuring manner.<br><br>Arex quickly struggled the hand off. "So that is what this is about!? I will never do that Logan, the secrets of Ravenscar will DIE WITH ME" said Arex angry.<br><br>"Just hear me out brother."<br><br>"I can't do that Logan and you know it. Im not you, I will not do that to him not again, he's been through to much already."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 04:04:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br><em>[ OOC Vostroya: your first sentence could have been a typo, Akara is the cool calm collected one who has warriors at her command, Aryia is the one fearful of the king being a puppet and on edge ]</em><br><br>Akara's calmness seemed the right choice, perhaps without it and her warriors taking her lead it could have boiled over before this point, something Mistpeak witches certainly didn't help avoid... yet they had not cast the first stone, Aryia was at least happy with that. <br><br>Benefiting from Logan's experience ? Hmm ... Aryia didn't much agree with that comment but Ravus's comments settled the crowd and the witches somewhat. All were on edge and a group of eerily humming witches wouldn't be helping peoples nerves. <br><br>A hand gesture from Aryia signaled releasing the ring and afterward the witches became silent.<br><br>Immediately afterwards the king started to discussed matters with his brother in a way most could hear. This certainly was interesting, enough for the crowd to delay hisses and accusations momentarily ... even if just to hear evidence to create a new one.&nbsp; The king and Logan were in disagreement, a good sign.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 01:06:08</strong>
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				Ravus sighed and leaned up against the building and slowly slid down the side. "Forgive me Arex, but it was rather tiring carrying all of the supplies off the ships." His head tilted a bit and his eyes closed a bit. Ravus was entirely drained of energy, and the weariness had finally caught up with him. His hat tilted over his face and his arms naturally crossed over his chest, his slowly breathing causing them to rise and fall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 10:53:15</strong>
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				Akara watched the gathering with an eagle eye alert to the most minor of shifts. As the king talked she was torn between the desire to try to listen in or not. It proved harder then she would have liked to quell the impulse to listen but she trusted her king even if she was used to everything in Aurora going threw her. <br><br>Instead she cast a look of the leader of her warriors and nodded once&nbsp; to his questioning look. With the ease of a man used to moving silently and invisible he slide up next to her without a sound. "I want Logan watched" She whispered in the lightest of tones so no one else could hear her, then in a more normal voice she said, "No one from the main land besides the King and the other heroes are to leave the city without permission. Keep them inside the city walls where it's safe I wont have them killed by the Sand Furies." Her voice betrayed a bit of annoyance at the mention of the eternal struggle with the acrobatic enemy. <br><br>With a brisk nod he murmured his agreement before departing as silently as he came if it weren't for the slight stir of the air she never would have known he'd gone. The sense of comfort that surrounded the desert princess made it easier to remain silent and wait for the end of whatever discussion the King was having with his distasteful brother.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 16:17:44</strong>
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				As the other heroes were dealing with their inner mental conflicts at the situation between the Monarch brothers was finishing up. The debate had been furious between the two but it had reached its conclusion.<br><br>"Its the only way brother..." said Logan putting a hand on Arex's shoulder once again. This time however Arex did not shy away from his brother. He had a defeated look on his face, knowing that his choice to do this would probably have consequences.<br><br>"Fine it is decided then." said Arex returning to the group while Logan awaited at his current spot. "Guards escort my Brother to his chambers in the fortress, his assistance will be needed in the coming days."<br><br>Arex went back to his group of people had dispersed them, he knew that the afternoon was ruined and the rumors would begin to start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 16:19:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br>This was unexpected. A confined prisoner. Aryia was troubled, if exceptions were made because someone MAY be useful later that's fine, favoritism to family ? Hmm understandable. But ... <br><br><strong>"My King ... " </strong>Aryia spoke loudly there had to be a good spin on this <br><strong><br>"It is brave of you to show what you have done to us all, perhaps your right to - desperate times call for desperate measures - and being open about something like this isn't lost on us. You have rewarded our loyalty with honesty ... which is more than what most would do - especially now"</strong><br><br>Aryia shifted her feet uncomfortably, she didnt have the control over instincts warriors did - nor that fluid motion when they do choose to act - but her chin was high and her shoulders back - that hopefully was enough.<br><br><strong>"I will stand by your decision good or bad. Principals, such as justice or what is right perhaps is for another time, now survival like you said is everything. And Logan has proven he knows how to, perhaps his methods could be of use - and perhaps your smart enough to look past a sinking feeling in your heart. I will not judge your nature by his actions even though historians may."</strong><br><br>Aryia said it - she didn't feel it but after saying it a new feeling of stability appeared <br><br><strong>"My king, what would you have us do ? Although I would prefer if they did, the will-users with me do not have to stay with me and can be assigned to whoever or whatever you wish of them. Times like this confuse many - keep us busy and we will not have time for fears - and I am sure the sense of your choice may dawn on us all when the time is right for them to"</strong><br><br>Another bow, more uncertain than the first.<br><br><strong>"Acts of honesty in desperate times from one such as you will be rewarded"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 16:22:12</strong>
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				Arex saw that he could not keep his new plan away from the heroes forever and could see the doubt that was now seeded due to his brothers presence. He waited for all the heroes to gather together before he spoke.<br><br>"Six months ago I learned one of many of my brothers secrets of his reign, Ravenscar Island, that contains a secret prison that both my brother and father put in the most dangerous and...'inconvenient' people away. Escape was nigh impossible so it was the perfect place for my brother to lock up his enemys before he decided it was easier just to execute them. It was when I was on the island that I found out about Professor Faraday. A brilliant scientist in the field of a new science called robotics. My brother wanted him to build him an invincible army, but Faraday refused. So Logan locked him away. Now it seems the only option left to me is to once again ask for Faraday's help..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 09:20:33</strong>
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				Akara listened with an open mind but she couldn't help but feel the tingling of doubt that arose as the King spoke of his plan. Once he finished speaking she took a moment to form her responce carefully, when you live your life as a leader to a small area you learn quickly words can be as deadly weapons as and sword or dagger and when you intended to disagree with a King it was best to do so in the most agreeable and respectful way possible.<br><br>"Some doors once opened can not be closed my King." She said carefully, "Machines have no loyalty once one is built another will figure it out. It might save us this time only to doom us in the future when our enemies determind a way to use such creations to their advantages." She brushed her fingertips threw her hair nervously chewing her lower lip, "I know things are bleak right now and that we are on the brink of desperation but now is not the time to do something rash. If there is no other way I will stand by your side as I always have but I believe other options should be explored before trying something that could cause so many problems in the future."<br><br>Her stance was tense she didn't like disagreeing with her king but she was a worrier, a fighter, and the very idea of a machine fighting this war was so distasteful she didn't even want to think about it too long. It was the same distaste she felt for guns magnified. It was so impersonal, so removed. Fighing should be something you feel, something that leaves a scar and has consequences, not something done from miles away with a push of a button.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimmwolf</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 11:29:49</strong>
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				Ravus groaned and slowly rose his head, "metal... fighters..." he rubbed his eyes and raised an eyebrow. "I agree... with the king." He got up and shook the sleep out of his head. "But I also agree with Akara," he looked between the two of them. "We use machines to destroy these fiends, but when we are complete, lets blow the things to hell." He ran his fingers through his hair and looked between the three others, his eyes resting on each one before moving to the next. "Now the next question is, where do we get the materials for these machine fighters? followed up by my demand to be at the front line with them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 13:16:20</strong>
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				Aryia sighed it seemed that everyone was looking elsewhere other than the grand promise circles of magic could offer - still it made sense, it was as unproven as anything else - perhaps something that would give its own problems.<br><strong><br><br>"We have all seen what happens when Ravus and Akara, your loyal subjects can do. Alas during long drawn out battles I doubt my witches could compete for we would need to rest in between efforts if we are injured or not. However what not combine all our strengths. Armour that is empowered using witchery to seal and link armor to its owner such that it can't be used if they fall into the wrong hands. Living armor, one that is not cumbersome - not truly alive but one that can over time repair itself without smiths. Or even be infused with healing spells that constantly invigorate empower strengthen and heal the owner. Complement their abilities. Our witches could perhaps aid the forging of these things. This way your heros are walking armies, their loyalty unquestionable. Their power concentrated thus more flexible, their movements and travel rapid"<br><br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 19:00:50</strong>
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				"My only fear is that if I do this, I may win a war, but I may loose the soul of the country. I vowed the leave a broken old man to his own peace, only to know disturb and break that promise." Said Arex with a heavy heart. "How would you go about creating such an army Aryia?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 19:34:26</strong>
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				Akara's eyes stayed fixed to Aryia once she started talking and stayed there a small smile playing on her lips. Most of the time she didn't have much use for magic users learned what she needed herself and letting on of the mystics handle the rest. Often times she forget how useful it could be since she rarely used it outside of a battle but this was a pointed reminded of exactly how useful Aryia could be if not in the heat of battle then at the planning board, giving them new option in a situation where they were few and far between. <br><br>Keeping silent she lowered her eyes as the king spoke glad suddenly she would never carry the weigh that he did.&nbsp; Lifting her gaze to Aryia again she waited to hear more of her idea hoping it would work so they need never disturb the man with ideas of soulless metal fighters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 05:09:09</strong>
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				<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br></div><br><br>The witches begged for some time to discuss matters, many nervous to due what it may mean if they failed to be able to construct such a thing, but also there was an opportunity to prove witchery<br>as something that was a valued aspect of whatever society could survive such an ordeal.<br><br>"After discussions with the other witches some aspects have come to light."<br><br>This should have been Aryia's moment but her hands were trembling as she looked through <br>parchments full of magical symbols with a perplexed frown. It wasn't simple.<br><br>"The armour would be highly unique to its owners such that none would resemble each other at first glance. Those you wish to be owners would be involved in the process concerning some key decisions that would direct their construction. What they choose would reflect their battle style but once chosen could not be changed.<br><br>Although each type would be made to increase speed and strength, resistance to injury and healing what they specifically empower would be specific. <br><br>All would cover all their body from high on their neck to their toes, including finger tips parts could be removed but would likely effect its performance in some way. <br><br>Bonding with the suit so it blends with its owner would mean that it should only be removed when absolutely necessary, for this to be likely we will designed to integrate with bodily functions that come to mind. Over time this would improve the health of the skin but return it into youthful state, even removing scars and the likes. A side effect would be all bodily hair other than eyebrows and top head hair would be permanently lost - the body itself scentless.<br><br>The underlayer will be truely living, in a plant sense anyway. For each set of armour a luminescent<br>budding flower the size of a person known as the Shrefla would be needed. Buds of these would be magically altered to resemble a close fitting suit the texture of silk and would be key to fusing with outerlayers and acting as a soft second skin. A second bud must be harvested one of smaller size called a sister skin that another would wear for complications I will go into later.<br><br>The outer layer would be one that suited the owners choice, one that is thick and impressive would be useful for greatly aiding strength and resistance to injury, those thinner would be more suitable to permit inhuman speed and the ability to leap more impressively than any creature. This the owners you choose could discuss with us while flowers are sort."<br><br>Aryia then gave the parchments specifics to the king, which showed complex diagrams without one symbol common to any language the king knew<br><br>"These will be dangerous creations for several reasons those choosing to wear the sister skin would be undertaking a service that could not be undone. Once the smaller sister skin is placed about the belly, hips and waist and rear - the flower buds would seemingly disappear into the skin but forever more being part of the their body Once done the sister skin owner would be known as a Shreflara and be linked to the armor of one of the wearers permanently For what enters the body of the wearer of the armour magically moves to appear within that of the Shreflara and sensations of private and sexual organs will be shared and as you can imagine the Shreglara would excrete in such places for both. <br><br>The armor owners and their Shreflara's would stay ageless in a youthful state but they are by no means immortal nor is this without cost. <br><br>The Shrefla flowers are a powerful aspect of living nature and are associated with the goddess of life for more reasons than most know. Although its infused healing properties have been known since the dawn of ages use of this flower does have consequences on culture that is the main reason Mistpeak has the values it does. Both gain enyouthening effects and a body maintained at peak health and musculature always they do have increased limbido and use like either would likely make it excession by normal standards it is also likely sexual organs of both will become more dominate and grow likely to resemble each others in most manners other than skin tone. <br><br>The genders of the Shreflara must match, the exact person is what the armour itself chooses. Only witches can act as a Shreflara something that gives incredible power to one other at a cost of a large fraction of their witchery powers - something that is instead used permanently in the change. Murdering a Shreflara would ruin the armor its linked to, something I didn't want to say but needful to know if an armor wearer decides to betray you, in times like this a security you may desire. Also for better and for worse the Shreflara and the armour owner always will be able to feel roughly the location of their counterpart, and their emotional state also"<br><br>Aryia looked a little worried this was effectively demoting her kin to a support status even being necessary to be put to death for the actions of another.<br><br>"Those wearing the armor would be unstoppable on your field Immune to disease, poison, and the infections of the undead. Would be able to heal as fast as if I personally was casting the spell on them as often as I could manage after a full sleep be five to ten times as strong as the most powerful of other warriors and dependent on their choice of armor - literally as fast as and silent as cats. Most importantly the armor would protect them in a manner more impressive than that of what your best smiths can manage, and repair itself while the armor wearer sleeps"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fable ~ Bowerstone City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 11:30:33</strong>
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				(( OOC: Really hope it wasnt my past post that turned others off this thread - I really adored this one ))<br>
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