Dawnforge - The True Kings

[Bront]

Meeting spot in the Highlands (The Thunder)

Solara rises from her meditation, smiling at the warmth the sun provided. It watched over her, and reflecting off the water made it appear even brighter. "A new test begins today. Guide me as you have though these dark time." She looked at the light, dancing accros the water, and smiled back, she had recieved her answer.

She turns, finding several figures on the horizon, these must be them, though weren't there supposed to be more?

Purposefully, she strides forward, golden red hair glistening in the sun, as she draws her Morningstar and Shield, though she does not hold them in a threatening manor. She calls out "Hold. Who goes there? I am Solara, Mistress of Dawn, Lady of the Rising Sun."

Inwardly she smiled at the names others had given her, as some only knew her as such. It ment her mission was working. She rarely chose to use those names directly herself, but she felt it best to be sure there was no mistaking who she was.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Raynard has Knowledge (N&R), so we'll say he recognises her as well. Also, although it rhymes and is cute, I've decided against saying "By Alharra--it's Solara!" )

"Alharra be praised! Many have heard tales of your great deeds, my lady," replies a man in full body armour, carrying a resplendant shield of shining mithral, "I am Raynard Liore, my lady, a humble servant of Alharra. Have you come to aid us in defending the Kingsmarch? These are my companions, Sir Aravir, Galan, and Jillian."

 

[unleashed]

Haedyn, Male Lowlander Spirit Adept

The Rain, just at dawn

The three remaining tieflings and the half-dozen other Dominion lowlanders stare at you in utter surprise... then bring their weapons to bear, cruel expressions on their faces.

*Haedyn, now that the element of surprise is gone, moves to make sure none of their foes can escape and raise the alarm, while also attempting to give them an escape route, as he engages another of their foes.*

[SBLOCK=OOC]+10 melee [1d12+9; 20/x3; slashing; “Riva” masterwork greataxe], AC 22 (26 vs. AOO; Mobility) [touch 16 (20), flat-footed 19 (23)] {AC includes Evasive Action}; using Dodge against the first foe to attack him; also don’t forget he has Cleave, so he’ll try to get into a position where he can make use of it, if possible, considering his goals. [/SBLOCK]

 

[Bront]

"Alharra be praised! Many have heard tales of your great deeds, my lady," replies a man in full body armour, carrying a resplendant shield of shining mithral, "I am Raynard Liore, my lady, a humble servant of Alharra. Have you come to aid us in defending the Kingsmarch? These are my companions, Sir Aravir, Galan, and Jillian."

She nods, "Yes, I have a writ of the King as proof."

As she puts her weapon and shield away, she pulls out a scroll tube with the king's seal on it. "I spoke with the Mukarvak clan, our path through the highlands will be marked by them. The going will be tough, and the horse will be hard up to pass, so they gave me these for the horse."

She pulls out 6 small tiles and offers them to Sir Aravir. "They will reduce your horse to the size of a small animal so it can be carried through the mountains. Each tile should last a day."

She looks around, "But, where are the others? Have some of you fallen to the darkness already?"

Solara is a tall, athletic woman who would be lovely considered by any standard. Her golden red hair cascades just down to her shoulders, and her skin glows a golden tan of a woman who revels in the sun. Her eyes are a piercing sunny yellow, and seem to see into whoever they look at. When traveling, she usually wears her breastplate, with a flowing red cloak, and is always well kempt. The shield she stowed has a fiery sun emblazoned shining down from the top of the shield, and a medalion of a rising sun with wavy eminations hangs from her neck.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Nay, my lady. The others are bringing our friend Darvekis out of there as we speak," Raynard replies, "In fact, on wings as swift as Alharra's mercy, I received a mystic message from them to that effect several hours ago, so they should be back soon."

 

[Widowmaker]

"Well met Lady Solara. I am Sir Aravir your reputation is well known by many in the Kingsmarch. I am glad to have you along. Your strength and honor will be much needed. As for the others we are on our way to meet them now." Sir Aravir states to the red haired woman.

Sir Aravir nods "Thank you for the tile."

Sir Aravir has had better days. He looks as though he has gone through hell and back. He has many scratches and cuts on his face. His normal bronze skin seems a little lighter than normal. He has dark circles underneath his eyes. But a slight grin sits on his face and his mood is quite unusually cheerful.

 

[Bront]

"I look forward to spreading the light in the darkness, and am glad to be in your company," Solara replies to Sir Aravir.

She nods and says, "I but deliver them, but they surely will help. I only hope your horse manages well under the change."

 

[Starman]

Still flushed with excitement, Galen's eyes twinkle. He is not as cold or distant as he usually seems. The ring of battle echoes in his ears. What power is magic! he thinks. I have so little compared to what I must have, yet it all ready seems so much.

The elf nods at Aravir's words. "We were a very effective group. Our combined talents can be put to great use, I think."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Aye, Galen. You, Jillian, and Sir Aravir were magnificent. I'm afraid I didn't really do much to help, but by Alharra's light, I hope I at least did some good today."

 

[Widowmaker]

"Now begins the hard part. Waiting. I hope the others are doing well. They by far had the tougher mission." Sir Aravir will mention to the group.