As the glamor dropped Eiravel spun around and drew his blades. He stepped between the Princess and the newly arrived mages, bringing his most frightening countenance to bear.
He stoop in a fighters position, the legs of his muscles tensing up to leap foreward and claw out there eyes.
"A spy?" Eiravel growled with evil intent, "You snuck into the wrong castle mage"
I will not be able to post, i already let AE86 know she was going to handle my character and i would hope that only she uses him. If you must use him keep him true to his nature. He doesn't like dwarves, is over protective of the princess, doesn't trust the human guards so he wont leave her side, and seems to lighten up around the Oktra.
Erir quickly stepped between the mage and the elf, keen to forestall any violence, not sure which would end up worse off and keen not to find out.
"Now, now. There's no need for that mister," he said. "I don't think the king will take kindly to anyone shedding blood in his throne room. Spy? Why would a spy request an enchantment to be removed?" Whilst he talked Erir gesticulated wildly, seemingly out of nervousness. In fact, he was trying to spin a shield around himself in case the elf lost it, or the mage for that matter.
Eiravel sheathed his swords at a command from the princess. He did not step from his position of defense around her, and kept his hands next to his hilts.
"Oh you must be the Princess..." Lucidas said as he walked toward Eiravel, "... you know, human Princesses are generally women." he continued as he reached out to shake Eiravels hand.
Eiravel maintained his frosty glare as Lucidas retracted his hand and laughed "Ooh fiesty, I like that in a woman... Wait, sorry. I got confused with the human type Princesses again... you Elves are an odd bunch.".
"My name? Bombur Trollslayer, son of Fili Ironforger!" Bombur leaned into Paldo and placed his hand in front of his mouth, guarding what he said from the ears of the elves, "Thats how you are supposed to formally introduce or greet a dwarf. But don't tell the elf."
Bombur grunted at the imposing elf then looked back to the awkward Oktra,
"So you say you are a chef eh? Perhaps you and I could trade recipes because I would bet the coin in my pocket I could make a better sandwich than you! Let me tell you I can make a sandwich out of anything!" Bombur threw his hands into the air and stumbled backward a bit, "Ahem, perhaps I could show you how to make a sandwich, and you should show me how to make your specialty, what do you say?"
Bombur eagerly awaited Paldo's answer, he was always excited at he prospect of learning new and wonderful recipes.
Mage! What is your name? booms the King trying to keep the order between the elf and human.
I ordered a human mage named Lucidas to come here, but apparently my tracker couldn't find him... the King trails off as several guard appear in the room weapons drawn from hearing the commotion.
Stand down until he is known of name, waves the King at the guards.
Lucidas looks around him and then replies "... Yeah, Lucidas is the name I go by... still not entirely sure how people know who I am, but okay." whilst walking back and forth stroking his chin. He suddenly stops mid-step and says "Wait... you mentioned you were looking for a mage named Lucidas... wouldnt I just say I was him to get out of trouble?", realising he could have just signed his death warrant he hastily finishes "Err... forget I said that.".
Lucidas laughs "Well, funny story... I exiled myself so I am not used to talking to people thus I dont, I wear this hood quite alot and... Oh yes, I am quite a skilled mage. A simple spell here and there...", he walks over to Erir and says "... and he helped me too." patting him on the head.
Lucidas lets loose a sigh of relief and turns toward a corner of the room, as he was heading toward the corner he turns his head and adds "Oh, and I didnt kill any of your men either... luck more than anything.".
Lucidas then leans against the back wall and waits.
Korgan was just getting used to his new quarters when a knock came at the door. He turned and called out to the visitor.
"Enter."
A human soldier opened the door and nodded his head respectfully, albeit with suspicion in his eyes.
"The King requests your presence."
Korgan nodded, his face impassive. Inside though, he was incredibly excited, meeting roylaty was a rare honour and would reflect well upon him.
"Very well, lead the way."
Following the man as he turned, Korgan soon found himself standing before the King in the castle throne room. Ignoring the others standing in the room, he placed the tips of Snaga's blades against the stone flagstones and gripped the end of the haft, bending down on one knee.
"Your Majesty, you do me a great honour with this audience."
Paldo nodded eagerly at the proposition. "Why yes- of course! I must be fair to warn you, I make the most splendid stew- full of roasted carrots.. garlic.. and beef! The most wonderful beef!"
At the mention of food, his stomach began to growl softly and quiver in protest. He lay a hand over his stomach and chuckled. "So delicious, even the mere mention of it sends my hunger growing! Perhaps after we discover why we are here, we can enjoy a sampling of each others foods!" As he spoke, another stranger entered the throne room- another dwarf.
He felt surprise, but even more so, confusion. Where were all of these other folks coming from, and why were they here? Did they even know why, or were they as in the dark as Paldo was?
Pointing subtly to the other dwarf as he bowed before the king, he asked Bombur, "You don't happen to know that fellow there, do you? Or any of these people? I feel so lost.."
Arri stayed close to Eiravel the entire time. Since her arrival at the human Kingdom she had met and seen many new races. Most of them were kind, but the others seemed to be too wrapped up in their own thoughts.
Hopefully the King will tell us why we are here.
Eiravel meanwhile guarded the princess the entire time. He had his hand on his swords hilt, ready to strike at a moments notice.
as I'm just home I shall now begin on the long ass explanation post D: bare with me as it may take about 20 minutes >.> this is also my placeholder.
"Well, now that we're all together I shall reveal to you why you've been called to aide in this time of crisis."
He stands up revealing a rather short structure compared to the guards flanking him but measuring a fair bit taller than the Oktra and dwarves. He fluently saunters down the small level of stairs between him and the group, seeming practised many times.
"As many of you no doubt have realised, the Altrin have began to appear on our borders again in small scout parties," he sighs slightly, "but an Elven scout that," he gestures to Arri, "the princesses father was kind enough to attribute to us for the mission."
He breathes deeply, "discovered something I wish never existed..." He glances around the group at the faces, some concerned, others emotionless, "an ancient ruin of great magical value was found and cultivated by the Altrin. We now fear that they may feel like attacking us to show their power as they couldn't before."
He smiles thinly and coldly, "so I may ask of you, will you assist if not your fellow beings, your country to survive by either taking or destroying that godforsaken magical implement?"
He opens his arms widely, "of course each of you shall be reprimanded beyond your wild dreams for partaking on this mission, but if you refuse I shall have to put you in cells until this is over, there are spies all over this world now, and we cannot risk word of our true mission getting out."
The King snaps his arms to his side, "those are your choices, I think everyone shall make the correct choice yes?" he asks rhetorically before adding, "if you have any questions pertaining to this please ask just now and I shall answer to the best of my ability."
laziness made me stop it there combined with mild WB
As Paldo turned as listened to the tall, weary king speak, he felt his heart sink. This is what he wants me for? ...Or was I brought here by accident?
He had never been the type for warmongering. He was raised in a small, earthly village; helped his parents about the house and aided his community; and partied quite a bit. Suddenly feeling out of place, he looked about the room.
Two other Oktras stood nearby, each looking hardier and more skillful than he. The elves stood tall and proud, like mighty cats, and the men hunched slightly like cousins of strong bears. The dwarves, from their smaller height, seemed at least a little more friendly, but were rough and jagged with faces like shredded mountains and armour like dragon scales. And here was little old Paldo, with his small self-made boots, his cooking knife, and a bag of almonds. Where on earth did he fit in?
Taking a slightly step forward, Paldo cleared his throat and looked up to the king. "I have a question- sir- er, your majesty. I'd go, to help this country, as you ask... but... well, where exactly do I fit in here?" He chuckled weakly. "I doubt I could lift any axe here, let alone kill-" he gulped, "-kill Altrin."
"My small friend," smiles the King at Paldo, "not all of the greatest warriors in the world are the men on the front lines. Beings that can hold their own against hordes are useless unless supported by great beings behind them and even then most cannot sneak as well as your rumoured to be."
"What greater use of a skill than being able to help your allies by knowing everything of their enemies, that is why I wish you to join the group," booms the King smiling broadly, his true feelings for Oktra coming through in his words.
At the great king's words, Paldo straightened with pride (though it still left him short). The large, beaming smile that usually sat upon his lips returned swiftly, warming his heart. He nodded curtly to the man, before bowing his head.
"I- Thank you, sir! If that's the case, I'll be more than happy to join this quest!" He placed his hands on his hips heroically. Of course! An army of men could not get past a steel door- but when a mouse comes to their aid from within, anything is possible!
Looking to his new dwarf friend, he smiled brightly. "And Bombur- you'll come with us, won't you? A long road's journey is plenty of chance to sample foods!"
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