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Post by Soranal on Jan 5, 2007 20:19:16 GMT -8
It was hard to remember the last time he was this exhausted. He'd hardly had any sleep, which of course made preparing spells harder and harder. How long had it been? Two and a half weeks... it almost didn't seem possible, but that was the truth of it! An eternity of battle, bloodshed and fear. Not the soul numbing cold that undead sometimes bring, no this was the primal, instinctual emotion that lives in all creatures. True fear cannot be resisted or dispelled. It must be mastered. He thought he had mastered it, but now he knows he was fooling himself. Most men would have broken by now, but not him. A sound.
Another!
Could be anything, but best not to take the chance. He stalks through the canyon to a tidy little hole where he can stay unobserved. The sounds are coming closer now, his keen hearing picking up what most would have thought background noise. He knows the natural sounds too well for that. He can see shadows now, shuffling through the canyon.
'Another patrol? They know I'm still out here somewhere.' he thinks.
Hard to tell how many, can't get a clear view. He'll just let them pass this time. His hiding spot is well concealed, if cramped, and it might be a good place to get a short little nap...
His last thoughts before drifting off to sleep, 'I wish my brothers were here....'
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Post by NLV Plot on Jan 6, 2007 12:48:26 GMT -8
The battles outside of Akliceium, southwest of the now great Southern Province of High General Detmer von Sidau, were in the plainest terms, a mess. With a goblinoid migration came a loose alliance amongst them, and the smell of Sarr blood was temptation enough for the cause.
The Sarr lands were then united themselves. The feudal states and tribes found each other in persecution, if not the death dealt by the goblinoids. They were battling a war now, and the numbers did not favor them.
With so much destruction there was plenty left to spill over the other side of the mountains. Passes into Akliceium were now protected by the Army of the Southern Province. Oddly enough, not many Army of Akliceium soldiers were present. What passes couldn't be protected were sealed with explosive and mechanical traps.
Close to the province a large pass that split through the mountains both northwest and southwest, a large group of the General's troops were now stationed. They took on a new challenge every few days. Sometimes the groups of goblinoids were brutally outnumbered, and sometimes the soldiers were in a fight for their lives. It was believed that this pass was a main artery into Akliceium and the Southern Province. The soldiers there knew there was more at work here than their protective duties. There was something else stopping the onslaught.
Amongst all of this, was a stranded elf, catching a few winks between the rocks.
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Post by Soranal on Jan 27, 2007 14:48:10 GMT -8
He wakes up to the sounds of marching feet. It sounds like a large detachment of soldiers tromping through the canyon.
'Soldiers are never very good at sneaking around, and they wonder why they always get ambushed...' he thinks to himself.
He cranes his neck to look at this noisy group but can see nothing. He comes halfway out of his hole and still there is nothing to see.
'Impossible, the sounds are coming from the middle of the canyon. It's wide open ground, no cover, and there must be at least 20 troops from the racket they're making. Yet I see nothing... perhaps it is a phantom sound of some sort.'
He decides that it would be a good time to leave. He creeps ever so slowly out of the hole, staying to the few bits of cover he can find, ever vigilant for anything that could pose a threat. The sound continues quickly down the canyon until he can't hear it anymore. He follows after it since he was heading that direction anyway. Not sure of what he'll find, but it's better than being cramped up in a hole.
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Post by NLV Plot on Jan 29, 2007 21:23:12 GMT -8
The canyon crevice reached far through this part of the mountain range. As a fiery vein extending out from the heart of the rocks, it burned in colors of red and black down toward the small internal valleys sitting above the foothills. They were naturally guarded from most sides, and there were peaks situated above every entrance.
Soranal could see this from a distance, and as he carefully surveyed for his approach, he quickly noticed the sounds once again. His attention was drawn however to the fortress he *could* see.
Built halfway into the mountain's wall, this structure was constructed of wood and stone in the largest of these internal valleys. Walls surrounded organized groupings of troops, and within the mountain itself were entrances to unseen fortifications. The colors of the Southern Province could be seen about the clothing of the troops, but none adorned the battlements.
Soranal took care not to be seen. From this distance that was nearly all that could be discerned. The choices to be made held peril. Perhaps, he thought to himself, he needed his compatriots on this?
"No. I'm safer on my own. Besides, 'Plausable Deniabilty' immediately comes to mind."
For now, he had his own choices to make.
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Post by Soranal on Mar 5, 2007 19:16:45 GMT -8
Not wanting to tangle with these troops, who might take any intrusion as hostile, Soranal decides to take another route.
'I've had enough of these lands for now...' he thinks.
Remembering the ancient words he was told would alert the creature to his wishes, he speaks them into the wind. A wind heading into the north and west. Heading to the lands of Mandrake. Perhaps his friends will be there, perhaps he will get to rest finally. With that, he finds a roost up on a ridge and waits.
Noises... he must have fallen asleep. He looks around and sees a familiar feline looking at him. He smiles to see the cat he considers friend. They converse for a bit and finally the creature agrees to take him to the Landing. He constantly reminds Soranal that he is not a mount to be ridden at leisure, but Soranal has only ever thought of him as a friend.
'Flying is so exilirating! It will be sad to land once again.' Soranal thinks to himself as he sees the familiar landscape of Mandrakes Landing coming into view.
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