Abel has a standard longsword in his scabbard.I don't really care. It's just something to pass the time and to help me improve myself. I hope Alphonse isn't going. He's a nuisance and will probably drive all the game away. Abel sighs and rubs his eyes. Alaric notices that his eyes are silver for the first time when he opens them. Let's go. _________________
"He finds you when you're sleeping, and when the daylight fades..."
Alphonse was heading out of the tent before he had sneezed. "Someone's talking about you, probably a girl." His father joked. "We'll meet you later. This is your chance to go and have some fun." Alphonse waved goodbye and left the tent.
(Hmm... was that abuse of Player vs. Character knowledge? Or was it acceptable?) _________________ It's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and I'm all outta gum
Sometimes good, sometimes bad... Always clever.
"Love" is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.
((Lol, you read too much manga, Salem. It's not a problem, especially since it doesn't affect the plot at all. And I figured that was the case, Mason))
Alaric looked at Abel reproachfully. “You ought to look at the potential in him, brother. Not just his- hey!” Alaric did a quick double step and then spun around to walk backwards in front of Abel. “You’ve got silver eyes! That’s interesting. I’ve heard tales of silver-eyed swordsmen of old.” He grinned and scratched the back of his head idly. “Maybe you can continue that lege- Ahh!”
Because he had been walking backwards, Alaric had failed to notice a rock that had gone overlooked while the pathways between the tents were being smoothed out. He tumbled sideways and would have landed on his back if he hadn’t managed to get a firm grip on a fabric of some sort. After he stabilized himself he turned to see what he had grabbed.
Behind him a man stood glaring at the two. He brushed out the imprint Alaric’s fingers had left on his dark brown vest. Although the man was only a few inches taller than Alaric and was rather lean, the mysterious aura around him seemed to make him an imposing figure. After pausing to sneer with annoyance, the man continued walking briskly in the same direction he had been traveling before.
Alaric called out after him, “Uh, sor…ry.” He shook his head in confusion. “That was odd. Oh well...” He shrugged at Abel and then kept walking. It took him almost half a minute before he came to a stop again. He turned slowly and looked at Abel. “I just remembered... we were talking about something, weren’t we?”
“Ah, well then I say it is time you learned. You see, our nation is famed for the quality of its pegasus knights. When at war our enemies tremble at the sight of our winged cavalry ready to bring evil-doers to their feet by delivering swift justice on the winds of glory. ‘Tis a miraculous sensation to feel the sky passing around you as slice through the air.” They paused at the bottom of the staircase Derek had descended earlier. “You go and fetch your things. We shall be departing shortly. I... know you brought your own mount, but we need to make haste, and a pegasus is the fastest way to travel. Your horse will be cared for here, and when the celebration is completed and we are ready to return to beautiful Ebilana you can resume riding it. For now though go and grab a fresh set of robes, as well as a more formal outfit, if you can. Oh and don’t forget any weapons or tomes you might have; there is a tournament scheduled and we can’t have some Anturon whelp declaring himself champion due to a lack of preparation on our part, now can we?” _________________
Yes, my eyes apparently. I have no idea why I have silver eyes, because neither my parents nor my grandparents had silver eyes. He sighs. So, my clumsy brother, should we dilly dally here, or get to the meeting post haste _________________
"He finds you when you're sleeping, and when the daylight fades..."
Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 6:21 pm Post subject: Derek
Derek climbed the stairs and turned into his room. He had noticed that Frederick had already set out some robes on the bed. Derek dressed in the robes and grabbed his frost tome. When he was finished he walked down the steps again to see the prince had not moved. "Ready" said Derek. _________________
Tredan looked up and then nodded once at Derek. “Very well, let us depart. We must hurry to reach our destination in time.” With that he turned and led Derek out of the mansion. The yard was exquisitely designed in a way that was not overly bold but still spoke volumes as to its cost. The house was separated from the main road by about forty feet of luscious lawn with a carefully arranged stone pathway connecting the street to the manor. Halfway to the road the pathway split in two and the offshoot went to a squat building of similar style to the main house. The prince followed this pathway when he got to it and soon the two entered the structure.
The sights and smells of the interior quickly revealed to Derek that this was a stable, and out of the four stalls inside three of them were occupied by massive horses with large wings folded up at their sides. Two of them were shining white and the other was a mottled gray. In the fourth stall was Ebondare, Derek’s horse.
Prince Tredan waved ambiguously at two attendants who had been waiting for them. “This is Wilbur and Wilona, the Cloud Twins.” The pair Tredan indicated both stood with their arms crossed, leaning against the stable wall. They both had dark brown eyes and jagged blond hair, although the second one Tredan had named, Wilona, had longer hair than her brother. Other than that the two were identical in almost every way. They wore dark clothes under bulky jackets with high collars. “They’re both very skilled pegasus riders and serve as my bodyguards,” Tredan continued. “Since we do not have enough pegasi to give you your own, nor the time to teach you to fly one, you shall ride with Wilona for the time being. Go ahead and let her help you get ready. We must depart very soon.”
With that the prince took a decorative saddle from the wall and turned to the first white pegasus. The Cloud Twins did the same and all three got their pegasi properly strapped up. Once she had finished Wilona stepped up to Derek. She led him to the mottled gray pegasus with a hand on her shoulder. With an impressive display of agility she jumped up into the saddle lightly before turning to offer Derek and helping hand. _________________
Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 4:08 am Post subject: Derek
Derek got up onto the saddle and they started to move out of the stable. Wilona told Derek to hold on tight. He did as he was told and the pegasus leaped in to the air. Derek felt a mixture of fright and fascination as they soared through the air. Tredan and Wilbur flew alongside him. Then Wilona whispered words Derek did not recognize into the pegasus' ear. The pegasus responded by changing his speed and angle of its wings. _________________
It didn’t take long for the trio of pegasi to get to their destination, in fact the flight was very short. Although the fairgrounds were on the opposing side of town compared to Prince Tredan’s residence in Anturon city, the avoidance of roads and all other obstacles meant that their journey was over in fifteen minutes. When they had landed by the makeshift stable Tredan left the pegasi to the twins and practically dragged Derek into the arena. They made it just in time.
Alaric snorted, but nodded in agreement. “Yeah, let’s go.” He broke into a run to try and cut down the time it would take to get there. Although it was still early morning the clouds in the sky gathered in a threatening way. They promised the possibility of rain, either that day or the next. It needed to be watched; rain made for miserable hunting.
When Alaric and Abel arrived at the arena it was already packed with people. It was only through extensive shoving and careful choosing of their path that they managed to get into the center area. From there they could just barely see over the heads of the gathered participants. Everyone was still talking in quiet tones, so Alaric turned to Abel with a satisfied grin on his face.
“Looks like we’re not late after all. I knew we’d make it in time,” he said, obviously attributing their timeliness to his own superior planning. As soon as he finished talking the crowd’s conversations changed to hushed murmurs that died out to barely maintained silence. The cause of the calm was obvious when two loud trumpet blasts blew from either side of the arena. When they died the King of Anturon, who had been standing in the royal observation box, began to speak. His voice resounded through the arena without any forms of amplification, and that alone spoke volumes as to the majestic quality of his oratory skill.
“People of Rinval! I welcome you here to the first annual Celebration of Peace. Today two years ago we saw the end of combat grace our lands. Since then the road to rebuilding our devastated lands has been a long and arduous one, and unfortunately that fate extends to our future as well. However, we are here today not to look forward with trepidation, but with anticipation! We are now free to rebuild this continent into one that we can be proud to pass on to our children. We are here to enjoy the fact that misguided aggression and unnecessary hostility have no place in this modern day.”
The King looked down at the crowd and his energy on the subject was evident by his lively tone. “To start off this celebration we have planned to bring back to prominence the ancient tradition of the hunt!” Here the King had to pause to allow the audience to let out its cheer. They obviously already knew what was going to happen, but the King was obliged to explain the rules anyway. He detailed how those gathered were all of noble birth and that the hunt was symbolic of the struggle they all went through to try and improve themselves while bettering their nation. At the end there would be a feast on the spoils of the hunt, just like the results of a long-suffered effort to achieve a goal.
Then the King detailed the prize and the stipulations for winning it. Alaric immediately became focused for this part. “Any party who should endeavor to return the most valuable quarry shall be awarded this year’s prize.” With that a young page stepped up next to the King in his booth. The youth carried a red velvet pillow, atop which sat a piece of jewelry of immeasurable beauty and value. Even from the ground the gathered crowd gave a collective gasp of amazement. The morning sun glinted brightly off the necklace which was made of pure silver. Despite how brightly the necklace itself shone, it was the pendant that was the center of attention. From the middle of the pillow, sparkles of green, red, and blue glittered like a rainbow that had exploded and now rained down color on those gathered in the arena. The pendant was adorned with emeralds, sapphires, and scarlet emeralds that must have been worth a small castle.
The crowd was left stunned by the generous gift the King offered, and as soon as the page retreated from the royal box a frenzy fell over all those gathered. The King held up his hands to calm them but he could see that everyone was eager to begin the hunt. So, the King called out to them one last time before they split into groups and headed out: “May fortune smile upon you and may you remember our purpose here. Hunt with honor and valor.” After that the King’s words were lost in the rush of the crowd.
Alaric breathed a sigh of relief. The majority of the crowd had filtered out and now there were only a few parties left making plans with maps and guides. Through them all Alaric finally spotted Alphonse and he turned to his brother.
"I know you don't like him, but we shall need all the manpower we can get if we are to win that necklace. Come on! I can see him over there by himself," and with that he took off towards him before Abel could object. _________________
You cannot post new topics in this forum You cannot reply to topics in this forum You cannot edit your posts in this forum You cannot delete your posts in this forum You cannot vote in polls in this forum
