The Princess and the human. (Insatiably Bored && privilegedxchore)
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				Title: <strong>The Princess and the human. (Insatiably Bored &amp;&amp; privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 20:09:16</strong>
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				Princess Ella sat in the large throne room. Windows let the bright midday sun light the room, the marble floors reflecting the light. The room was colorful, the walls covered in paintings of the countryside, the floor was covered in spots with velvet, showing the wealth of the kingdom. It was modest in the eyes of some in the land; however Ella and her family, along with their elves in the kingdom did not enjoy overtly lavish things. <br><br>Her aging father and mother both sat to her right. For elves they were growing towards their second century. With their increasing age, they had decided to put into motion something that had set up with a colony of wood elves many years ago. Her father had asked the neighboring King, if his first born son would take Ella as a wife, if they had not found loves of their own. Ella had not taken a husband, and the man had neither taken a wife, so their marriage was set in motion. <br><br>Ella was not happy with the decision her family had made, but could not go against her father’s will. She had only met the elf twice in her life, one time when she was very young, during the talks of the whole process, and then only a few months ago, when they met to plan the wedding. They had not spoken much, both delegating many of the festivities particulars to their own servants. The lack of communication between them was making her even more anxious about the upcoming wedding. Her soon to be husband, Renian seemed interesting enough, he loved to hunt and battle, and be among the forest. Ella never had much interest in any of it, except battle. She had learned how to use a bow, but was never taught to dance with a sword. She was hoping her husband would teach her. She wanted to fall in love with the man, but feared the forced marriage would be one simply of status, and not emotions.<br><br>She looked to her father, her platinum blond hair shimmering in the sun, a mirror image of his. She tucked a strand behind her ear as she found her voice, its timbre singing slightly as she spoke, “Father, I would like to retire to my room, why are we waiting for a human, and why must I be present?”<br><br>“He is bringing a gift for your wedding, so whom should be here to accept such a gift?” Her father looked at her, his deep blue eyes looking into her own vibrant green ones. They held such a repose with her that she instantly swallowed, feeling ashamed for questioning his reason for her being there.<br><br>“I am sorry to have questioned you, I was not told by my servant of the reason of the human’s visit.” She replied, her voice even, and trying to hide the unpleasantness from it. She did not care much for humans; they were fickle and stupid creatures. She had only been forced at certain moments of her life to interact with them, and this was one of them. <br><br>She signaled for her servant to bring her a goblet of wine, if she was going to be forced to wait for a human, at least she would be able to have something to drink.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess and the human. (Insatiably Bored &amp;&amp; privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 20:58:32</strong>
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				Halgar moved through the halls of the elven king, his massive suit of plate mail, clattered softly, his great axe resting over his massive shoulders. His face hidden under his helmet that was horned, an ork skull impaled upon one of the horns, one of many grizzly trophies that he wore. All signs of his skill as a killer, each taken from kills he had personally made, and only those deemed worthy enough to be remembered lay upon his armor.&nbsp; His frame taller than any of the elves present, which was uncommon for men of the southlands, but to the north the warriors tended to be large, hulking and hard as the armor they wore.<br><br>As skilled as he clearly was, he was also in a suit of jet black armor, marking him as merely a grunt in the forces of the north. There were four orders a warrior could join in the north, each serving and worshiping their own god of power. Armor of blue and gold marked a warrior of Zanith, goddess of change and magic, armor of green, with just about any other color of rot or decay where trade marks of warriors of Gassiula, god of death and decay, armor of red and bronze labeled the psychopaths of Kathar, goddess of blood and battlelust and finally came Salinish god or goddess of excess, perversion, it’s warriors wore pinks, purples and any color of high class. <br><br>Halgar’s own tribe where the main recruiting grounds for Zanith and Kathar, the warriors of his tribe exceptional smart and hot headed. Of course at least one man or woman from his tribe had served each of the gods. Leaving them the mainstream for cultist warriors, they also bore the brunt of most attacks into the northlands, only helping to make them some of the most desired warriors in their lands.<br><br>Of course these facts where the furthest thing from his mind as he marched into the throne room,&nbsp; over his shoulders lay his great weapon. In his left hand was a long clothed item, and hanging from a latch of leather about his neck was a rolled and seal parchment marked with his tribe’s seal. Meaning this note had come from hundreds of miles to the north, from a very old and very dangerous warrior. One who had not forgotten the days of elves coming to the tribes call for aid. As such there had been a decent peace between the two cultures, though in secret the khan had wished he had been able to marry off one of his tribe to the princess, he would not push his nose where it was not needed.<br><br>Halgar would expertly flick his axe from his shoulder to a strap upon his back secure the mighty weapon with a single hand. Using his right hand he slammed a fist over his heart “I am Halgar of the Stormclaws Tribe, firstly I offer a letter from my Khan, and secondly a gift I hand crafted myself to the queen to be” he slowly approached the sitting princess and tugged the parchment free, dropping to a knee and slipping his helmet from his head, he bowed to her. Though in that moment she would be able to see his young face, he was easily in his early twenties, if not in his late teens, his hair cut short and his face clean shaven. A tribal tattoo covered the right side of his face, runic markings of protection as well as his battles and exploits, each a just as his armor a dull black, thought one tattoo stood out. A blood dripping double headed axe below his right eye, a sign of his victory of a warboss during his campaign against the greenskins of the Ramshackle Valley.<br><br>Out stretching his armored hand, with a grace that could have belonged to one of her own people he first offered her the letter. Then he pulled the clothed item up and revealed his gift, one he had crafted himself, a beautifully built great sword, though it lacked the ugly and unshaped weapon one would think a northern, a <em>barbarian</em> would be able to make or use. In truth it was a copy of the design that was commonly used by her father’s blade dancers. It even had elven words inscribed, as well as few runes of sharpening and bloodletting. He would slowly moved the blade within his hands and then over it to her handle first, the blade point to his chest, just above his heart “I call it, <em>Soul Drinker</em>, but be careful with it, it has a hidden edge princess” he ran his hand along what should have been the back of the blade. Sparks flying as armor and blade clashed, it was a dangerous trap, a way to lull ones foe into a security, only to strike from the shadows. As he spoke of the dangers he would look up into her eyes, his own a deep hazel, with a golden ring around his pupil, green spiraled from the gold outward towards the whites of his eyes, showing the wild and untamed nature of this young and yet capable warrior.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess and the human. (Insatiably Bored &amp;&amp; privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 22:13:52</strong>
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				Ella sat, sipping her wine slowly as she heard the loud steps of the human approach. His armor and look screamed warrior, which baffled and irritated her. <em>They could not even send someone of noble birth to deliver this message to me? </em>She thought as she watched the large man cross the hall, parchment around his neck.<br><br>“I am Halgar of the Stormclaws Tribe, firstly I offer a letter from my Khan, and secondly a gift I hand crafted myself to the queen to be.” The brute said as he walked and then kneeled in front of her. Her interest was quipped by the idea of such a man giving her a gift. She was surprised at his generosity, and taken aback by the markings across his face as he removed his helmet. She had been told of many humans marking their bodies for protection from different evils, but had never seen so many different ones. She handed her wine to the servant by her side, taking the scroll of parchment from him, looking to her father for permission to open it. <br><br>However, before she could read the contents of the letter, the man uncovered a long blade. She stared at it with such interest and delight; one would have thought she had seen the Goddess of light herself. <br><br>“I call it, Soul Drinker, but be careful with it, it has a hidden edge princess,” Halgar said as he showed her a hidden secret that she had studied about and how it could be used toward any fighters’ advantage. Ella looked in the man’s wild eyes, surprised at his knowledge of her own people, the blade was the correct height, and as she took it from him, she felt as if it weighed next to nothing. <br><br>“This is much unexpected, but you have no understanding of how much joy this blade will bring me.” Ella said as she took it, and held it awkwardly. “My soon-to-be husband is an avid fighter, and I hope for him to teach me some ways to spar. It’s almost like you seemed to know I would need one. And it is expertly designed.” She handed the blade to a guard that was keeping watch in the hall for the moment; she didn’t know what to do with it exactly. “Now we shall see what your Khan’s letter will proclaim.” Ella looked again to her father, who nodded once, allowing Ella to break the seal. <br><br>As she scanned the letter, her brow furrowed and she kept glancing from the human, and to her father. “It starts with reminding father of the courage and pride with which the elves fought with, during the great war. He continues to speak of the amount of blood that we gave, to protect them… So he has decided to send one of his best to protect the blood of the elves. Myself.” She said as she looked to her father. “The human is now bound to me, letting him return home would cause disgrace to both the Khan, and their lands.” Ella looked to the human, her distaste for the idea coloring her tone. Her fiancé was a great elven fighter; she would not need this simple human to watch over her. Plus she was young in her life; she would outlive him, knowing he would never see anyone he had cared for again. That thought saddened her slightly, but as she looked at the markings on his amour, she mused that the only thing he would miss was the constant fighting. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess and the human. (Insatiably Bored &amp;&amp; privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 14:07:30</strong>
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				The only sign of his shock was his pupils dilating for but a moment before he caught the better of himself, calming down as thoughts rushed through his mind. Though with a firm mental shrug he brushed these thoughts aside, he could not change what was, and what is he could only live with it for now. Slowly he would lift his helmet and return it to his head, securing the straps before standing. “If you wish to learn how to use a blade I can teach you what I know, though if you wish to wait for your husband to be, I can understand that” he would incline his armored head to her before moving to take his new place just behind and to her side. Her life was now in his hands, she may not know what lengths he would go to protector her, but her father would, he would die for her well being, he would face a fate worse than death if it meant her safety. <br><br>Being her guardian, his place was now near her, his great weapon was pulled from his shoulders, the end of the handle set upon the floor while his armored hands rested upon the space between the two blades of the axe. He would take in the new surroundings with a glance, then his eyes would look to the queen to be, at least he mused to himself, he would have a beautiful woman to look at every day. He would give the other guards a glance, almost daring them to try and move him from her side, the truth was he had gone five months now without battle, and it was driving him batty. <br><br>He needed to knock in some skulls, to even simply spar against one of his skill would sate his need of battle a while longer, but he would not be able to forgo this urge forever. Like a drug addict he needed this, it was almost bred into him, for only the most aggressive, strong willed, smart and powerful warriors survived in the harsh north lands. The weak culled from them in battle, sickness and starvation, for life in the north wastes where not friendly. Though he had to admit the soft and even ground of the kingdom, and the warmer climate where a welcome change to his homelands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess and the human. (Insatiably Bored &amp;&amp; privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 01:36:16</strong>
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				Ella watched with horror as the human rose and replaced his helmet to his dome, he lifted his head enough so their eyes could lock, he stated gruffly, “If you wish to learn how to use a blade I can teach you what I know, though if you wish to wait for your husband to be, I can understand that.” and took stance to her right. She watched as the servant that had been standing there quivered slightly and then backed off, making sure he was not in between Ella and Halgar. Ella did give a satisfied silent giggle at that fact. <br><br>She turned her head slightly, so she could see the man as he stood protecting her side, it felt suddenly something she would grow to desire, at the moment she found it slightly annoying, and she was even more annoyed of the way he spoke to her. "My soon to be is a great elven warrior. He will show me any ways to protect myself, in case you, reach your untimely demise." She looked to the servant holding her blade, "Take the blade to my room, place it at my bedside." She cut a eye at Halgar quickly, "I would like that close to me, when necessary." She thought for a moment, and possibly would learn to walk with it, like a male would. She knew both her father and her mate would both most likely have issues with that as well. <br><br>"How long has it been since you have fought, human?" She asked, wondering if he needed to go spar. She did not make eye contact with him, she felt like she did not need to, he afterall was a simple human. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess and the human. (Insatiably Bored &amp;&amp; privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 11:56:03</strong>
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				Halgar laughed softly under his helmet “you have no reason to paint death softly, it is a gruesome thing, and my own will be bloody, long and pain filled, of this I have no doubt Princess”. he would glance to the maid as she slipped away, smirking softly. He found himself wondering how such a soft race could have been so useful to the war efforts in the north. Of course the people of his village where all warriors, man, woman and child fought till they died, in battle or old age. <br><br>His head would turn back to the Princess as she spoke to him, he was slightly surprised by the question “the last battle I had was aboard the ship a few days out from land fall, a sea serpent thought to turn the crew into a meal, me and few others had different ideas, damn thing dragged its dying frame into the water before I could get my hands of a trophy”. his armored hands tightened slightly at the memory, had any other said these words, most would have thought it a lie. From a young age, just as any warrior of his tribe, lying and deceit where beat out of them, to lie was worse than telling the truth, always. <br><br>“the trip on land was quiet, far so than the lands I herald from” he would slowly allow his eyes to scan the room again. His words meant nothing to him, to fight a great beast, or any other being of great power was common practice to him. So where a normal warrior would brag and tell tales, he simply spoke it as it was.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 03:46:30</strong>
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				The histories had told Ella of that fateful battle was a terrible one. For a long while her father had chosen to stay far away from the battle, it had been over mining of a mountain. The dwarfs that inhabited the range discovered the humans finding metals in their mountains, and began attacking the humans, trying to remove them from the land. The dwarves were losing slowly, however when the dwarven lord had contacted the Drow Queen from the far north, necromancy had been performed, and the numbers against the humans had almost doubled. That is when the elves went to the aid of the humans. Their best mages had been used to help stop the reanimating of the dead, and turn most against each other. This allowed the humans to rush in with the aid of the elf archers and destroy a good part of the dwarves. Now the humans were allowed to mine some of the mountain. <br><br>Ella was amazed at the last battle Halgar had be apart of. She marveled at the way he spoke, so easily of the fighting, and surprised he was so upset from the fact he could not have retrieved a trophy from the animal himself. She huffed slightly and rolled her eyes, <em>wasn't the fact he was still alive enough of a trophy? </em> She questioned in her head. <br><br>“The trip on land was quiet, far so than the lands I herald from.” He finished as she nodded to his response. <br><br>She turned her torso towards him, she pushed her dark purple cloak off of her shoulder, exposing her sleeveless arms. Her dress had a high neck, but no sleeves. It was a silk dress, a dark brown color, contrasting with her pale skin tone it was jeweled slightly with tiny stones, like diamonds. "Father, I fear we will bore this man to an early death." She spoke with a small smirk in her tone. "I would say I could go watch you fight some of our men, but I would fear you would kill all of them." She directed her thought to Halgar, she wanted to see how he moved, but knew it could be disastrous.
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				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 10:38:16</strong>
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				Halgar smiled softly “it will take more than boredom to chase me into a grave Princess“, it would take a dozen or so steel bars jammed into his ribs. “if you wish to see me spar, you will have to find some willing to step into the ring with me, I will not kill or maim your warriors, I can restrain myself” a slight glimmer of hope filled his chest, perhaps he would be allowed to stretch his limbs out after all. He had never tested his skill against an elf before, though the skill most of the Elven warriors was legend through out the lands as some of the fastest. Halgar wanted to put this rumor to test, and to judge his own talent against such enemies.<br><br>He gently flexed his fingers along the head of his great axe, his helmeted head tilting to glance to the princess “if you have those willing I would happily spar for your viewing enjoyment”. Though it took him a moment, his eyes soon found her bare arms and the rest of her frame. He was a male, and as such he could not ignore her physical beauty. She was a gem, soft flesh, subtle yet sensual curves something he was not use to seeing among women.<br><br>For the women of his people, where tall, proud and powerful, still womanly but far larger and more muscled than most male elves. So to see such a finely shaped woman up close was a small shock to his system. He never knew a woman to be so soft and tender looking, he was almost tempted to reach out and touch her. Though by protocol, and a fear that he may break her if he brushed a finger against her fair frame in the wrong manner.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 17:57:08</strong>
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				Ella's eyes lit up as she listened to Halgar speak. “If you wish to see me spar, you will have to find some willing to step into the ring with me, I will not kill or maim your warriors, I can restrain myself.”<br><br>She nodded, knowing a few of the lesser skilled elven warriors would show their devotion to her and the kingdom by willingly stepping in, however, she knew they would be made quick work by the much larger, and stronger human standing beside her. She noticed his hands flex around his large axe blade, speaking again, “If you have those willing I would happily spar for your viewing enjoyment.” <br><br>Ella nodded as he spoke, her mind made up. She felt tiny goosebumps stand on her arms as she noticed Halgar was looking at her, she noted how his eyes lingered on her body, she dismissed the feelings she had in her stomach at the idea of the human enjoying what he saw, she was an elf, a race thought as the most beautiful of all; she was used to being stared at by other races. She rose, pulling the cloak back around her shoulder, she looked to her father, and stated firmly. "I'm taking him down the barracks. I will find him a few good men to spar with. I would like to know how well of a gift I just received."<br><br>Her father, the king, giving her a strange look, "I know I can't stop you with that look on your face, but I'm sure the only upper hand my men will have on him is their speed. But, go." He said, waving her away with his hand. She bowed gracefully to both her mother and father, looking to Halgar with a tiny smile; "Come, let us go get you some exercise." 
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				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 13:38:21</strong>
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				Halgar heft his mighty war axe over his shoulder in but a moment, not as fast as an elf, but still faster than a mere human. Ella’s uneasiness was quickly picked up on, and his eyes found some place else to look. He had meant no insult by his glance, and in truth was merely approaching her, at least to himself that is how it was thought. Halgar internally chided himself, he would have to remember how he may offend those around him by acting as if he was back in his own realm. He wordlessly reflected upon her reaction, to see what it meant to him, and where he stood among her people.<br><br>Though as he took his first step out of the throne room, a sheer white bolt of pain shot through his head. Halgar would stumble slightly, the only sign that anything may have been wrong with him. Blinking his eyes clear after the sudden shock he followed evenly stepped after Ella. Soon though Halgar would find his mind filled with voices that did not belong to him, whispers, yells and agony filled scream echoed within his thoughts. The voice of insanity had had found him, and by the gods did it hurt, but a warrior of his status was use to pain, to pushing it aside for the glory of the four, and for himself. Though nothing had been like this, of course this was simply a trial set before him. He would pass it or simply become a mindless thing, ever changing, warped beyond repair or reason by the power of the gods. Though why this trial was now was beyond himself, he should have at least another fifteen years before he would normally be considered by one of the four. <br><br>Though the choirs of voices within his own mind made it hard to center on his own thoughts for any length of time. The voices became louder and more persistent to gain his attention, with a mental fortitude on par with any warrior tried and tested in the heart of the most gruesome battlefields, his grip on reality remained. Slowly the pain dulled into a far more bearable sensation, his senses returning back to normal as his grip on his mind became solidified. The voices naught but soft whispers, no more than shadows compared to what they had been. This was the first of many trials to come, he would not ignore the signs, this was his first steps to become one of the chosen, to become the will of the gods made manifest. He was thrilled, but he also felt the weight of his new duty ahead, he would need to give his all to protect Ella. For this trial was a small one, others would truly push his bounds of pain and self control to their limits, and then expand them to new heights. <br><br>Pushing his small internal victory aside, he turned his senses to the world around him as he followed after Ella. Curious to see whom she would be pitting him up against, Halgar let his eyes scan there surroundings as they neared the sparring area. He felt honored, for very few of his people had ever tested skills with an Elf, they had fought against Drow, but not Elves of the land. This was a rare treat for him, and he would not waste such a precious gift.
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