A common log cabin nestled in the forest, a hundred feet from a lake. It is peaceful, secluded, and relaxing. Had you not allready known who awaited you here, it would have seemed like nothing more than it's appearance suggested.
As each of you arrived, however, the old man appeared to greet you loudly, announcing you and introducing you to those who were allready there.
"Adamas the Sylvan Myth"
"Arineil Silverwing, Heavenly Daughter"
"Chevik Quintillion, Son of the Knowledge Seeker."
"Damien, the 12th Raven"
"Oroz Brook, who Sails the Winds."
"Sabastian the Scheemer"
"Sigil, Once and Future Queen of Summer"
"Silivrenniel, The Sunkeeper"
"Tagret Artalen, Of the River's Strength"
He informed each of you that your bloodline was being called upon in the land's time of need, and that he would guide you on your path.
The new moon, he kept telling you. On the eve of the new moon your companions would be assembled, and then he would seek his vision. Now around the fire you sit, awaiting the old man's vision. For two hours he sits there silently, floating above the flames, the smoke swirling around him, the stillness broken only by the dancing of the magical flames.
"I see Darkness." His voice rings out into the silence "A great darkness spreads across a once proud nation. It fell long ago, before the memories of the present time. Overgrown now, it has sunk into a murky swamp, long forgotten. Deep in the heart of this once great land, I see a decaying temple.. a prison for the one who nearly destroyed the world. A Dark Warlord stirs in his prison, his shackles weakening. An artifact of growing evil stands near him, An ancient sword of immense power. The tomb has been overcome with Vile energies. I see the warlord awakening, and breaking free of his prison. But I also see you, destroying the sword. I see hope, a chance to contain this great threat before it is too late." His eyes open and he falls to the ground, landing beside the fire as it flickers lower. Coughing a few times, the old man lifts himself up, motioning away any who come to his aid.
"You have a difficult and long journey ahead of you. I recognized this land, it is the southern swamps, many days from here, and once the home to a great nation known as Flynn.. The nation that stopped this Dark Warlord from conquering the entire world." He stands and his eyes trace over each of yours, landing on Sigil. "If he returns, our world will not be safe. He predates many of your bloodlines, and even the legends of his own time were sorely pressed to slow him and his chosen Generals."
"There were others in my vision who are not among you. Should they arrive here, I will send them to you, but you must make haste, my visions show me only what could happen before the next moon. You must destroy this sword before it can finish freeing the Warlord... and you must be careful, there will be powerful guardians, and the swamp itself is a dangerous place for any mortal, even those of your stature. I would suggest resting until morning and then setting out, but if you wish to leave now, I'll not stop you."
Oroz looks around confused. He was not quite sure of what was going on. He had come here seeking answers about his heritage, and now he was being sent on some quest to stop some random being of evil.
"Old Man, I apologize but I do not understand. I came here to ask you about this so called "bloodline" I possess. I am not even really sure why I am here. My family needs me, and this quest seems like a major delay."
So this is why I was brought here, out of my solitude, once more to save the world, Adamas thought to himself. The tall elf stood rigid, his extraordinarily long ears poking through his dark brown hair, pointing up and out. He looked at the others assembled with deep blue eyes, knowing this was no simple excursion, he could tell that by the armament each possessed. He had two long swords, one on each hip, that looked much too long for his size, and albeit tall and muscular for an elf, he was still diminutive compared to the average man. If one did not know who this elf was, and admittedly no one here but the old man did, Adamas would assume he appeared a green boy, on his first trip with the heirloom sword he one day hoped to grow into, except this green boy had two, and in his seventeenth decade he was no more a boy than the earth below his feet his. And in his possession these over-long swords were not merely heirlooms to be wildly wielded but rather extensions of his body proper.
It has long since been when the elf last ventured forth in search of glory and riches. In his quiet reverie of his art he has remained for near fourty years, but now, in an apparent dire hour, he had been sought and named champion of his people and publicly Adamas begrudgingly accepted, but privately the elf relished the opportunity to once again face death in the face. And when the moment was most opportune, cut that face so brutally and severely it dare never stare again.
And so with a zeal and eagerness not felt for quite some time, Adamas lips cracked and a voice raspy from lack of use issued forth, "I, for one, do not wish to rest." Content with his statement, the stoic elf slipped back into his internal musings, large ears attentive even if his mind raced with excitement.
A rather muscular figure picks her head up from her contemplative trance and looked to Oroz with a deep green-eyed stare.... "Did you not hear him my fellow acquaintance? This world and others are not safe from harm with this threat looming. Your bloodline will be of no consequence at all if this threat is not taken care of." the distinct feminine voice states as it echos in the dark silence of the corner she sits in... "It seems the time for questions is not at hand, we've been chosen, and you best prepare for even death." Arineil adds once more as if she'd come to grips with the terms in her own way already.
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Fire burned in the raptoran's eyes as he regarded Arineil.
"I have been prepared for death longer than you would think human. Yet recieving it in a forgotten swamp while my tasks remain incomplete would be the greatest atrocity. I have experienced things that would burn away at the souls of even the strongest individuals. Do you honestly think this is the only evil happening in the world? Such small minded ignorence only gets more innocents sluaghtered."
Arineil chuckled softly at her new-found companions assumption that she was naive and grinned... "To lable those about you so soon would be a fools errand my..... friend... but if you would like to continue thinking I'm some naive woman in a tin can" Arineil says as she knocks on her shining mithril plate she wears... "... then by all means do so but when I am allowed the chance to showcase my own particular skills... don't be surprised when I say 'you assume too much'... I'm not here to get into a pissing contest with any of you here... I am here to do Heironeous' bidding... He foresaw me here to take my place among many and to do my part... if that means dying... I will stand at his left in the afterlife happily...." said the woman softly... matter-of-factly even as she was not playing games with anyone here... there was apparently no time to do such foolish acts....
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Oroz gives out a hoarse laugh at the woman's matter of fact statement.
"What a bold declaration you have made. And yet you prove my point. Must be great to have the promise of a grand existance after death, but I am doing this with only the reward of damnation for my sins awaiting me at the end."
Arineil chuckled softly at her companions actions... it was rare someone would stand before her to talk to her without pissing themselves in fear... then again she hadn't shown anyone here her talents save for her two long time friends and adventuring trope. "Perhaps you shouldn't have sinned then yes?" Arineil said softly... calmly showing her fearless nature for all to take in...
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"I have no excuses for my past. All I can do is give my life to repair the damage I have done. Something I cannot do trudging around in some swamp looking to stop yet another horrific evil. Especially when we have bright and eager folks like yourself willing to sacrifice your lives for some higher cause that escapes me to this day."
From the shadows steps a bright faced young man, he seems to emerge from the air itself. Cheerfully he adresses the group.
"Come now no reason to be at each others throats already. We've only just meet each other could you at least wait until you learn the measure of each other first." He turns to the old man. "Sir, I do hope you don't take offense with me, but what can we do? You said the legends of his time were pressed to defeat him. While I admit those here are legends of this this time, except for me of course i'm just a humble merchant, but we, i mean them, pail in comparison to our ancestors." A brief look of... resignation passes over his face. After he regains his cheerful smile he leans against the wall.
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"I didn't say I *wanted* to die.... but that it's an acceptable end as long as it's done valiantly and just.... Arineil stands to her full height of six foot five inches.. she straitens her plate a bit and checks her rather awe inspiring Falchion at her hip... moving to Oroz she extends a muscular yet still sleek and feminine arm... "Arineil Silverwing... Arm of Heironeous... views aside... I ask you to stay and help us here... we are ALL hear for some reason or another... lets all do this together and get it done and over with" she says while waiting for Oroz to take her hand in peaceful greeting...
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"The Raven speaks wisely, young ones. Fighting amongst yourselves will only lead to disaster. It is only natural that you have questions as to how, and why you have been chosen. If you will but listen a moment, I will answer what I can."
He turns to the bird-man "You came seeking answers, and perhaps a way to atone for past misdeeds. should the Warlord awaken, the world itself will tremble in fear.." His gaze wanders over to Damian then "Which brings me to your question - How do you stop him when so many have failed? Well, in all truth you cannot, not with your current abilities. That is why you must stop him BEFORE he awakens, BEFORE he breaks free. To fight this dark one in your present state would be suicide. You must destroy the artifact that is breaking his shackles, this vile sword that seeks to free him."
"And you must do so together. You are all heroes, whether you realize it yet or not. You will go together and stop this evil, to save the world."
As he finishes, the three of you each hear his words in your head, a private message for you alone.
Oroz
"You will find the answers you seek only when you embrace your bloodline. Your family will never be able to rest if this Warlord is set loose."
Raven
"You hide much of what you are, and even more is hidden still from you. You are stronger than even you suspect."
Arineil
"Should you die before your time, You may not find the afterlife you desire. You have much to do before Heironeous will take you to his side."
Arineil hangs her head as she hears the words in her head.... she realizes then and there this would not be an easy task... and this threat could be the defining moment in her life that shows her deity where she stands with him..... with a soft sigh she sinks back into her seat with more thoughts now to go over in her mind.....
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Damian sets the small bag he had on the floor. From this he draws a dull mithral shirt and a strange harness that he wraps around his body. Next from the bag he draws Four greatswords and a heavy flail. The great swords all cross his back a hilt over and below each shoulder the flail is attached to his waist. Three wands find a place at his belt with thin chains attached to them. Last he draws a piece of shadow which he draps across his shoulders like a cloak. His fform becomes faint and his pressence fades from the mind.
"While I don't think I'll be much help, I will do my best not to slow you down." As he follows Oroz he steps from shadow to shadow vanising, only appearing in those few places that light exists.
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From the side, previously remaining out of sight due to her short stature, came forth a blond, frail looking Sun Elven woman with a slight glow emanating from her skin. Her face was stern, her hair - tucked away in a tight bun at the back of her head, and her whole persona emanated power and calm control. The woman's eyes were a strange mixture of green, gold and emanated a blue glow, and as such did not help soften her appearance at all.
Not knowing who her parents were at all, Silivrenniel's top priority and the sole reason for her to break off from her secluded studies, was exactly this promise of answers revealed. She was not one to babble, but possessed eloquence when it was called for. Now, the Elven woman felt she had to make herself present: "It is quite obvious that all of us gathered here are beings of skill and aptitude. You may jest like children but I can see how you weigh each other trough eyes that have seen much - it is all too apparent that none of us here are simple folk."
The last thing she said to the young man that had claimed to be no more than a merchant. Sila eyed the him and tried to examine the man with her treasured analytical mind. "Young and quite the charmer. This one is full of confidence, a trait acquired trough numerous victories no doubt."
The Elf looked around, each of the others was holding about him or her an obvious aura of strength and confidence. Silivrenniel was right, of course. "I for one have no intention of committing to any task before more is made known to me, no offense to our host." The tiny woman nodded towards the old man, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
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The speaker was a human woman with flyaway blonde hair, clad in a cloak that hugged her around the shoulders and flapped dramatically in the wind, as well as a fine dress of lime green silk. She was beautiful, her skin clear and smooth, and her eyes shining like sapphires. Her expression and tone of voice were quiet, and a little sad.
"I know this Warlord's works. I was still a child when he walked the world, but I remember the stories. Nothing that any of us could do is more important than seeing that he does not rise again."
Arineil looked the other female over and was actually a little relived she was not the only one of her gender among them... her attention was taken back to other matters as Oroz up and headed out with another in toe.... "I am not going anywheres until the two I trust the most here are ready to go with me" Arineil uttered softly as he turned her head to see what Sabastian and Chevik were up to... "Are you ready to go my old friends?" she added checking to see if they had any questions before donning her pack and double-checking her things as she stood....
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"Hrm..." Sabastian crooned, melodiously pondering the current affairs as they stood presented. He was no man of the sword, nor of the cloth or tome, like his friends Chevik and Arineil. Truth be told, he lacked any sense of formal schooling in its wholeness. What he lacked in formal training, however, he made up for in cleverness and worldly experience, a vast reservoir of talent and knowledge at his disposal to outwit and out-plan his adversaries rather than meet them head-on in a square brawl. But this... this just seemed silly. A dead warlord who could pose a greater threat than he and the assembled might be capable of handling? It's a bit hard to swallow, really.
This "Bloodline" nonsense was another matter all together. Caring little at the time Chevik pitched the idea to visit the old seer, Sabastian now found himself rather unmoved by the turn of events. Sure, the catchy title of Schemer was a nice touch, but otherwise uninformative. Frankly, Sabastian felt a bit cheated by the lackluster turn of events. If it weren't for the potential excitement that might be entailed in this fiasco, he would've left right there and then, leaving the assortment of colorful characters to bicker amongst themselves.
"So, just to sum it all up, we're supposed to be the only folks who can stop this warlord whom -- back in his prime -- was nearly a match for a bunch of legendary heroes, who will destroy the Prime Material if he gets his hands on some two-bit rusted sword." Raze finally says, his long and awkward silence well-deserved as he dwelt on the circumstances he and his fine fellows found themselves in. "We're expected to trudge our way through a swamp that makes minced meat out of anyone foolish enough to step foot on its soil, meander our way through this abandoned civilization where he's buried, and destroy the sword. What's our exit strategy should he escape, hmm? What about those generals of his you mentioned, old man? Lets say he does manage to elude us -- not counting 'Oroz who Skims the Sea' or whatever his name was, of course -- this warlord would still have to amass an army before he could even consider invading the realm. That's men, weapons, armor, and siege equipment to buy us time. That leaves two viable options, as I see them: we either split up and begin the formation of our own armies 'just in case,' or we hit this chump fast and hard." the guileful rogue prattles, raising the occasional finger to list the various pieces of equipment and options as he does so.
"Just my two crowns and all that. Thoughts, Chevik?"
((OOC: Cripes you guys move quick >.>))
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