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| Alasse Dorthonion | July 9, 2017, 8:44 pm Post #1 |
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The sun rose, and with it the lieutenant of the Dragon Riders. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and splashing some water onto her face, the brunette High Elf made her way to the communal hall to break her fast with rider and dragon alike. It had been practice for her since the days of fighting Daemon and his minions; it proved that she was just as much a soldier as the rest of them, and was willing to fight alongside them to insure their victory, and would be the last to retreat should the situation call for it. Conversation was made about the progress made in restoring their homeland as well as their capital city, to which she gave advice as well as checking in on those still at the city hard at work. Once breakfast was over, the woman started on her routines with the sword and her magic, making sure she was still in top condition. First Daemon and his foul associates, then vampires, and now pirates. When would Aedonia ever be at peace? At least the others in the Alliance were lending aid and receiving it in turn while put a small smile on her face as she finished her exercises. Changing into more appropriate attire, the elven female headed out of the main encampment of the Dragon Riders and toward Dragon Mount, which the sight of it gave her both a sense of pride...and loss at the same time. Time was slowly removing the last vestiges of dark decor from the city, as well as the effort to rebuild everything that was destroyed. After a stop by her family home to spend a bit of time with her family's gravestones, she went to the market and obtained some much needed supplies. With that accomplished, the High Elf went to lend what aid she could to some of the restoration projects before picking up the supplies to head back to the base. Luckily, she had brought along a horse and cart, so it wasn't going to be a long trip back. But still, being in the woods along made her a bit uneasy, so with one hand on the reins, she lightly touched the hilt of her sword, ready to draw it at need while keeping an eye out for possible trouble. |
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| Azriel Mandrel | October 29, 2017, 10:14 am Post #2 |
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Aedonia. The nation of dragons, cold brisk climate, impassable mountains and mortals desperate for a new world that would never be. The pathetic beings always did have a knack for clinging to their imaginary hopes as if they could somehow improve upon their sad, short existences with feelings but they were nothing more than weak minded fools ripe for the picking. Though he did have to admit that he found their behaviors and indulgences to be quite fascinating, partaking himself in the more appealing methods of enjoyment and entertainment. But they were still nothing more than a bunch of puppets on strings that he liked to observe as they were being made to dance by their varying puppeteers, they were also his food, sexual playthings and his source of income. Still, now and then, the ancient man enjoyed being the puppeteer that made them dance, that manipulated and controlled their lives to suit his own pleasures. That's what he'd done with Dhia; he had shifted her into a protector, a lover, but mostly into a dark twisted version of her former self. She had grown into so much more since his first initial encounter with her but that wasn't the point. The point was that he hungered for the opportunity to corrupt another soul, to manipulate a far more pure, well to do mortal into becoming something far more sinister. Which is why he choose this place to hunt for such a being, because Aedonia seemed filled with self righteous do-good-ers' that needed to indulge in a taste of sin... And Azriel already had his target in sight. He had picked up her scent several minutes ago and started to situate himself perfectly for a visual without her seeing, detecting or hearing him. Her scent defined this female as a high elf and an incredibly young one at that but her outfit, posture, strides, weapon, horse and cart depicted a woman of rank within the Dragon Riders. A devious smirk spread across his face as he couldn't have hoped for a more perfect target than this one he had happened upon. There was now no longer a need to venture into the capital or any of the other cities, this little high elf would do just the trick. So with his objective in hand, Azriel started to shift from fast discreet movements to that of a much calmer walking pace. At this point he wanted her to hear him, to see him because if the vampire was a master at anything, it was deception and he needed her to genuinely believe that he was just a regular traveler on his way to the Capital and nothing more. He certainly looked the part with his filled satchel at his side, cloak upon his shoulders and dusty clothes. It helped that he actually had been traveling for a few weeks, though it had been difficult to resist his urge to change his clothes, bath regularly and retain up his usually well kept distinguished look but typical adventurers didn't wear refined fabrics and polished boots. Azriel knew that he needed to look the part when he had first embarked on this journey so he bought a few outfits that he knew most wanderers wore and packed them along with all the other essential needs that would help him to pass as just another human adventurer out to seek his place in the world. Azriel strolled up beside her with a friendly smile on his lips but also with a lost expression upon his face, "Hello there. I am so sorry to disturb you my dear but I seem to be a bit turned around in these woods. Might you be able to point me in the direction of Dragon Mount?" |
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| Alasse Dorthonion | October 29, 2017, 7:48 pm Post #3 |
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Having been raised during a time of strife, being ‘anointed’ the leader of the meager rebellion against Daemon helped perfect the stance of being cautious, yet casual. Granted Aedonia had no major enemies at this point, but there were still the occasional bandits, maybe a leftover demon or two that somehow escaped the ‘purge’ when the rightful ruler reclaimed his crown. Also, being one of the Dragon Riders made each day more routine than the last, overseeing training for herself and the others that made up their ranks. And each day that passed helped in making her posture all the more refined, looking calm yet ready to react at a moment’s notice. Hearing a rustling not far behind, Alasse turned her head ever so slightly to glance at the stranger from the corner of her eye, still heading on the road away from the capitol as the newcomer inquired as to where Dragon Mount was. He had approached her side, giving the High Elf a better look at him; unarmed - not even a knife? His clothes bore clear signs of having walked for quite a ways, so perhaps he was heading to the city and got robbed? No, she would have known something was up along the way...unless this happened some time ago. Just directions, I should offer something else, but I think I am expected back at camp... Was the thought in her head as she slowed the horse down to give them both a much needed break. “The road to Dragon Mount is actually the way you just came, sir.” The brunette elf replied, pointing back up the road. “I was actually there a while ago, purchasing some much needed supplies to help in the rebuilding of a few nearby villages.” I do not know if he knows about the Dragon Riders, best not say anything regarding who I am. Alasse thought to herself before asking, “You look like you have traveled a long way. Would you care for a ride to the gates, or at least a nearby inn to rest?” I can spare a bit of time at least, and if he was a victim of theft, it should be my duty to help him recover. Not to mention it would be something to talk about during the evening meal. |
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