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Old 11-25-2008, 01:05 PM
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Default Telethos: A City Besieged [Alternate World]


As it seems like the original thread by Shedek has been idling, much like the others too, it came to me that I would like to continue on from where it left of. It would be more of a story rather than a RP as only two or so people will be writing it. A collaborated work I'd say. I apologize in advance if it seems that we're stealing Shedek's material, I just thought that it was a good ground to write a story. I'd be more than happy to erase all traces of the story if it displeases the original creator. I hope it'll turn out well... And yeah, it's a RP, feel free to send me a PM if you want to join (I'm trying to keep the numbers small though, =P do hope you'll forgive me if this happens to offend). Same rules apply as for the original thread. No superhuman characters haha...

EDIT: Also, I must add that all RPers who want to join this thread must try and make their characters as DT realistic as possible. This is to avoid messing up the storyline.
(i.e No clerics or paladins from the mountain kingdoms, mercenaries bla bla... Sry, about the trouble, I'm just being selfish )
Additionally, if you have the time, please read The Unofficial Dragon Tavern Timeline it's good to give you a rough picture of things, though I will not base the storyline entirely on it. (Credits to Ashen)



Map of Telethos and surrounding area
Telethos City Layout



Telethos Prologue - Thread by Shedek.


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Hypocrictical Rantings: Not everything applies to current situation
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Telthos a City Besieged is Now a Closed RP. Entry by invitation only. Hope the rest of you will enjoy how it's developing =)
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Old 11-25-2008, 01:26 PM
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Iridris was getting agitated. The usually calm and poised ranger was perched on a branch in the light of early day. The sun had barely breached the horizon, it's meager light barely cutting through the cool and misty haziness of the woods surrounding their campsite.

They had been waiting for days. The sorcerer, Siernan -if she remembered correctly- had come to the nearby town asking for aid as his home city, Telethos, was under siege. Many a brave adventurer had answered the call and they were all here... waiting.

"Waiting..."
Iridris reiterated her thoughts.

"Why the wait? Isn't there already enough adventurers gathered to form a mighty force?"

Iridris had other reasons for agreeing to offer help. Usually, she wouldn't be bothered much by a couple of days but... something did not feel right. The current idling was getting on her nerves almost as if it was irritating her skin physically.

As she sat on the branch of the evergreen tree, her breath coming out in clouds of vapour in the winter chill, a sudden thought occured to her. Out of curiousity, she had inquired to one of Siernan's troop of the whereabouts of the City of Telethos. He had given her a rough map of the surrounding lands and Iridris felt fairly certain she could get there... with a little help. Telethos was a long way away on the only practical way to get there would be by flight or magic. Given the current situation, she was sure that staying in the group would get her nowhere. That left only one solution...

As was her nature, she made the decision almost the instant it popped into her mind. Silently, she dropped from her perch and began to gather her things.
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Old 11-25-2008, 02:29 PM
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The brisk chill in the air didn`t help his situation. It was an irritating feeling in his throat, a pain that a nice steaming cup of coffee, or possibly tea, would alleviate at least for awhile. He quickly pulled the woolen scarf up, partially covering his face, hoping to combat the effects of the cold air biting at his lungs.

Crae`s attention was quickly diverted from the conversation with the jovial dwarf, to a slender figure leaping down from a tree branch. Narrowing his eyes in an effort to focus, he noticed it was the elven woman he had spoken to when he first arrived within the group. "...Iri...Iridris?..." He mumbled to himself, followed by a smirk, hoping to at least get her name correctly. She appeared to be preoccupied, gathering what few items she had and placing them in a travel bag. What are you up to, girl? He thought to himself, as his curiosity peaked at such an abrupt action.

Grabbing the reigns on his mare, Sarif, he snapped his attention back to Gorin. "Well friend, I must excuse myself, but thank you for the company...as brief as it was." He said, slightly muffled by the woolen scarf covering his mouth. Crae gave a nod and walked off toward the direction of the elven woman.

The apparent holdup of the group`s travel to Telathos mattered little to Crae at this point, but the closer he got to the girl, the more he realized that she was most likely on her way out.

"Going so soon, m`lady?" He said, trying to show some semblance of concern. "Hey, don`t let me be your reason for leaving?....I certainly didn`t intend on creating an argument...it`s just this blasted flu...doesn`t help my personality..." His voice cracked with a chuckle, in between an interrupting cough.
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Iridris had just strapped her twin blades to her back and was picking up her bow when a muffled voice sounded through the misty air.

"Going so soon, m`lady?"
Crae said, trying to show some semblance of concern. "Hey, don`t let me be your reason for leaving?....I certainly didn`t intend on creating an argument...it`s just this blasted flu...doesn`t help my personality..." His voice cracked with a chuckle, in between an interrupting cough.

It was the human. Kray or Kay...

It was something of a surprise considering that the campsite still bustled with activity this early in the morning. Though, what should she expect? They're adventurers after all.

"Oh? It's you... still sick then?" She said offhandedly as she arranged her quiver of arrows behind her back.

"It is indeed as you surmissed, my friend. I am leaving."

Giving a slight chuckle to his statement, she continued

"I leave not because of your incessant arguments, at least it has not been directed at me... yet. No, I leave because I feel like leaving." The smile faded from her face.

"I know not what calls me, but this... waiting has been bothering my mind lately. I feel as though something calls..." she struggled to find the right word, "no, demands me to take action. "

"And that is what I intend to do." Iridris finished, as she picked up a small pouch, the last of her equipment.

Standing there, she looked at the man's face a moment longer, his soft raspy breathing filling the quiet air. At last, she said

"Well, it was good to know you.. Kray... and please, keep the formalities where it is due. I am simply Iridris."
This she spoke, face expressionless though there was a hint of mirth in her eyes.

Abruptly, she turned around and began to step into the woods. However, though her strides where long, it seemed as though she moved slower than one would expect; as if she were deliberately holding back.
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There were certain women that Crae seemed to gravitate toward...those who held their heads up high, not allowing society to dictate their actions and thoughts...and those who posed a challenge. This elven girl, Iridris, had her mind set and nothing was going to stop her from completely the mission she was called for.

This uncommon trait in the girl intrigued Crae.

Stepping closer, it wasn`t a surprise that she was so matter-of-fact in her social standing, even a bit standoffish at times. Although, her acknowledgment of his eternal flu lead him to believe that she somewhat cared.

"Yeah, it comes and goes, but the abrupt weather patterns this area has been experiencing lately doesn`t help either". He plainly stated, his voice showing signs of strain. "I`m hoping that the bottle of healing elixir I acquired from the apothecary in town will give me some relief....this stuff isn`t cheap."

Crae re-wrapped the woolen scarf, making sure it was secure and snug around the lower part of his face. The elven woman, packed up and ready, stood and gave a quick, passing farewell as she turned heel and started toward the forest.

"Uh...I am assuming that you know where Telathos is?" He inquired, raising his voice over the rustling and creaking of the surrounding trees. "If so, I would be...umm...happy to accompany you...if you don`t mind, of course." He gave a slight bow toward in her direction, unsure if his proposal was too forward for the ranger.
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Old 11-27-2008, 03:48 AM
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Well it worked. She wasn't surprised that she even considered it, the way she had been acting lately. The way she went about gave room for the human to step in. What she hadn't considered was that he would be so... direct. Her lip curled up in amusement as her steps came to an abrupt halt not a long way from where Crae stood.

She took her time to wipe all traces of emotion from her face, as she replied, without looking back.

"It seems, Kray, that you have a good eye for assuming things. Although you did not ask, I shall answer your... indirect question. I am indeed going to that city."


She turned slightly to face him, one exquisite eyebrow arched, as though she were telling something trivial.

"I admit I do not know exactly where this Telethos is. However, I have spoken to one of Siernan's group-" she indicated back at the campsite "-and he has been so kind as to give me a rough sketch of the area." She spoke in her deep and rich voice, though the elven lilt to it was clear.

She paused a moment before continuing,

"I however, do not want to leave it to chance. There is a certain... someone that I know of back in the Mountain Kingdoms that might be of help. I intend to ask a long due favour off him... It might take a while, but it is still better than trying to warm the icy ground."

"Still feel like coming along?" She asked, a little humoured of his current predicament.

Without waiting for an answer, she turned back and resumed her walk into the chill forest again.
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Pain flared through her as her guard gave her a shove from behind, roughly. Stumbling, the young girl tried to ignore the shivers of pain flowing down her spine. Didnae the man know a'm injured? Her eyes narrowed upon the path before her and she struggled to keep her breathing steady. As she was prodded along, the young girl silently cursed her own carelessness and her mind raced to come up with an escape plan. Carefully, she tested her bonds knotting her hands together. After a few unsuccessful tries, all she did was tenderize the skin around her wrist and earn another heavy prod. Despair rose to grip her throat and she blinked back tears from her eyes...

But now was not the time to give-in to despair.

Dimly, she realized they were entering the gates of the City. Even with her hood shading her eyes, the young girl could make out the glint of enchanted glyphs and other wards that covered the walls surrounding the place. The sounds of marching reached her ears and the young girl turned her head, her jaw dropping.

Rows and rows of soldiers were marching along the shadows of the towering walls. Even from the distance, she could see their steel plated amours and the flash of yellow that each soldier wore upon their arms. As her blood pounded within her ears, the young girl stood at a stand-still, gaping at the sight of such forces. This earned her another shove.

”Keep it moving,” The guard sneered again, his voice dripping with contempt.

The young girl tried to glare at him, but the wound upon her back flared to life, making her face pale further. Contenting herself with a growl, she bowed her head in compliance as she was dragged through the gates and deeper into the heart of the city. It was a bustling place… full of merchants, travelers and the sounds of the City that overwhelmed her. Her whole life, she had nay been in a place full of such colors and wonders. While her mind swam from being in such close distances with so many warm bodies, the young girl drank in all the sights and sounds that surrounded her…until her vision began to swim and her wound throbbed.

Qtchi wondered how she was going ta die...again.

The streets blurred and she could no longer make out the names etched over the building fronts. Before her, a guard abruptly stopped and gestured to the man behind her. Rough hands gripped her and began to search her body; even as words of protest formed upon her lips, the command filled the air.

”Search her and make sure she is truly unarmed,” The leader spoke in clipped tones, barely giving the girl a passing glance.

”Oi, unhand me ye lout!” She spoke fiercely between clenched teeth. Pain flared from her shoulder and traveled down her arm, but the young girl ignored it. ”Ye lousy pigs hav’ already searched me once…outside the City walls. Untie me and face me like a man, ye coward!” She directed her last words towards the leader of the guards and spat vehemently onto the cobblestones path lining their feet.

Her voice ranged out over those mingling beside them and magically, the crowd began to form a ring around the young girl and her captors. From behind her, hands suddenly tightened around her arms and she was shook roughly, the motion causing her hood to drop back. A few gasps filled the air as the girl’s face was revealed…

At first glance, she appeared to be quite young. The sunlight fell upon a petite young girl with long ebony curls that fell in a disarray upon her shoulders. She stood, a head shorter then the guards that were holding her captive. Translucent skin enhanced her delicate features and long lashes framed a pair of luminous turquoise eyes, that were now focused upon her captor with such contempt she was astonished he didnae drop dead in an instant.

As if on cue, a door opened and a drunken patron exited the tavern upon her right. He came to an abrupt halt, his stupor slowly fading as he blinked at the scene before him. Turning her head, the young girl gave him a glance, when an idea suddenly entered her mind.

”Help me Sir’rah!” She cried desperately, lunging towards the man. Immediately, the guard tightened his hands and pulled her back. ”A’ve done nuthin’ wrong,” She spoke helplessly, her face beseechingly turned towards the others who were watching the scene. ”Please help me!” She cried.

Almost immediately, the leader of the guards whirled around and strode towards the struggling girl. A hand lifted in the air - as if to strike the poor girl - when he suddenly realized the number of eyes watching the spectacle. Using it to her advantage, Qtchi flung herself onto the ground, her shoulders heaving as she ignored the pain coming from her injuries.

”Dunnae hurt me Sir’rah! A’m innocent,” She sobbed against the ground, her body trembling. From her angle, she could see the legs of the drunken stranger and the young girl prayed he would intervene on her behalf. To her dismay, she watched him turn around and disappear back into the swinging doors of the tavern. The guard reached down and dragged her back to her feet, forcing her to tilt her head back and stare into his angry face.

The young girl stood frozen in place, her eyes wide. A chill began at the base of her spine, the same sensation she had felt earlier just seconds before she was brutally attacked by a pack of ghouls out by the outskirts of the Mountain Kingdom. It was painful, but it held a promise of energy and anger waiting to be unleashed. She held her ground, staring at the man, but he wasnae looking at her.

”She’s a witch,” He growled at the concerned crowd of people watching with dropped jaws. ”Don’t believe her innocent looks - she kin raise the dead!”

”Speak, woman!” He snapped, whipping his gaze back at his young charge. His fists tightened around the front of her tunic. ”Tell the others what you are!”
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She did not realize how truly weary she was until the next morning. A broad ray of sunlight was shining through the open curtains, bathing her face in its warmth. Though it was early winter, there was naught but a wispy trace of dark clouds as far as she could see - through the window that is.

Bidding the others goodnight, she had made her way back to her suite. Noticing a rack of books containing various volumes of literature from the three races, she selected one, got into bed and promptly fell asleep. Her training as a ranger usually kept her at a constant state of alertness; even when asleep, she was never prone to such deep slumbers but lately, that hadn't been the case.

One more day and I'll be far away from these impracticalities. She couldn't help reassuring herself as she stepped into a new dress, fashioned similar to the other but of a pale teal colour. Grabbing her forest green cloak, she made her way out into the empty hallway.

"Quel're, arwen en amin!" The aged man greeted her as Iridris came down the stairs to the common dining area.

"Quel amrun iant edan." Iridris replied smiling in return.

"Amrun? Il amrun nan' andune, arwen en amin."
The innkeeper replied with a chuckle.

"Mani? Amin lorna tanya an?!"
Well, she was more tired than she imagined.

"Alas, my elven escapes me,"
he grinned "yes, you slept that long. It's just past afternoon now. Would you like something to eat?"

"Uma... I mean, yes of course. Something simple perhaps? I plan to go on a little trip. It has been a while since I saw the City."

"No problem. Won't be long..."
The innkeeper replied as he turned to give the order to the kitchens.

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And so, Iridris set out on her little escapade, her cloak carefully covering her hair, lest its uncommon luster attract unwanted attention. Stepping lightly over the snow patched cobblestones, she rummaged in a small pouch on her belt and took out her lunch. Munching away, she breezed past the frozen fountain at the entrance to the Haldan and made her way out into the more common section of the city. Subconsciously her hand felt for the dagger strapped on the other side of her belt, hidden under her cloak when she rounded a corner and came face to face with a large crowd.

”Help me Sir’rah!” the cry rang out, clearly distinguished through the commotion with the help of her elven heritage.

What now...

After the previous day's charade, Iridris had had more than her share of commotions. However, with a city as large as the Mountain Kingdoms, such things were obviously not uncommon.

Iridris had half a mind to turn away and ignore the crowd but her sense of justice demanded action, in the forward direction. Never one to debate things for long, the elf let out a sigh of frustration before striding forward towards the ring of people. With a few well placed prods, she finally stood on the inner ring of the crowd.

”She’s a witch,”
A guard captain was telling the concerned crowd of people. ”Don’t believe her innocent looks - she kin raise the dead!”

Deadlander, why is it always them? Even as that thought crossed her mind, she realized that the problem sometimes lay closer to home.

Iridris cast her eyes at the girl, her own turquoise eyes wide and staring at one of the guards, pain and perhaps anger emanating from them. Unlike the day before, Iridris was reluctant to outwardly confront the guard. Well at least, not yet. Patiently, she waited for the right moment to act.
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The anticipation had seemed overwhelming at times, yet he didn`t allow his focus to waver. The Telethos journey was one of vast exploration, new sites, smells, and experiences, which could be shared with those in the community of the Mountain Kingdom. Gabriel imagined much as he walked through the various corridors and ascended massive staircases to enter into the SkyGuard sector of the Kingdom, where preparations would be underway. Two of the most capable riders were chosen by the captain to accompany him on the journey, and Horacio, his second in command, was tasked with staying behind and assuming leadership until further notice.

Both he and Horacio discussed the pending matters within and outside the Kingdom that would need to be addressed during the time of Gabriel`s absence. Security checks, day/night patrol, reconnaissance, and various other typical protocols were reviewed enroute to the SkyGuard quarter. Through the narrowed corridors, the stirring of the City`s community could be heard, and the shouts of soldiers resonated.

"What do you think that could be all about?..." Horatio inquired, turning his attention to the open-arched windows which lined the corridor. "...a mob, perhaps?..." He raised an eyebrow at the idea, but then returned his attention forward again.

"Whatever the matter, the Watch has it under control I`m sure." Gabriel said with slight shrug. "...and we`ve work to do now to prepare for this eve..."

"I must admit Gabriel, you`ve come a long way within this kingdom and have seen the unimaginable, yet the idea of another journey still excites you..." Horacio chuckled, as he walked alongside his Captain and friend, on their way to the Aviary Tower, which was the highest peak of the Kingdom. "But, I certainly hope I have the same opportunity as you one day and can leave this place for adventure."

Gabriel slowed his stride and turned his head toward Horatio. "My friend, I pray you neither envy, nor covet another, but instead realize how much of an asset you are to this Kingdom and her surrounding lands." He placed a firm hand on Horatio`s shoulder. "I put you in command because I trust and respect your judgment, and those are not easy traits to find in a man. So count it all a joyful thing, Horatio, that you have position which matters very much to this community`s safety and security." Gabriel then resumed a normal stride as they walked through the long corridor.

Horatio grinned widely to himself, yet feeling a bit uncomfortable with such accolades thrown his way. He strove, since his acceptance into the SkyGuard academy, to serve not only his Kingdom, but his brothers-in-arms to best of his ability. Could it be that a leadership role, albeit a temporary one, was just the challenge I need? Horatio mused.

"Of course..." Gabriel continued "...You know I`ll grab you a shiny souvenir from the North anyway, right?"

Their burst of laughter echoed down the hallway.

The Aviary itself was a symbol of the grace and skill each of the Elven and Dwarven artisans within the Mountain Kingdom held. Their combined craft allowed for a unique design, ranging from great stained-glass windows, to intricate tapestries lining the walls. The stables at the very top of the tower, housing the mighty Gryphons, withstood the test of time, pressure of air, and wind for countless years. Each mount was given the best care and attention that was possible, assuring proper training, feeding, grooming, and medical needs. The joke which circulated throughout the SkyGuard sector was that "the birds were fed better than the soldiers". This was probably a truth, but one that was never contested.

"Let us make our preparations swiftly..." Gabriel said, staring out into the vast landscape from atop the tower.
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Awareness returned little by little.

First the sensation of warmth. Not like fire, nor even sunshine. A soft warmness. Then sound, though it was no more than a breeze sighing through trees. Then scent. Many subtle aromas - fire, both wood smoke and the spicy aroma of medicine, clean water, the particular thick scent air takes before a coming storm, and strangely, there was the sweet musky smell of the forest - all blending in a pleasant whole. Last of all came true awareness.

Qtchi opened her eyes. She lay in a soft bed wide enough for three people, her head nestled on goose down pillows, her body wrapped in soft sheets over which had been laid a warm green coverlet. A massive fireplace stood on the wall opposite her bed. A fire was burning to embers in it - more for the light it provided, in view of the coming storm, then for warmth. Tiles the color of rich ream lined the floor, over which lay thick rugs. A door of some wood the hue of burnt cinnamon centered the wall to the right of her bed.

She sat up and a tiny spark of pain ran through her shoulder. She looked down and realized two things. First, the wound near her shoulder had stopped bleeding and a thick gauge was now wrapped around the affected area. Second, she could not sit up.

Her back fell against the pillows as she waited for the ceiling to stop swirling. Through it all, she heard movement beside her and the girl widened her eyes upon the lady beside her. She seemed close to Qtchi’s age, perhaps a bit older. The pale blue eyes, the long hair the color of dew upon a raven’s back, and skin the color of honeyed wax gave her the look of one of the elves. Well, that and her pointy ears, Q thought wryly to herself. The lady was rinsing a cloth within a bowl of water and the young girl opened her mouth to speak.

”Is this the infirmary?” The young girl asked in wonderment. She was expecting to awaken upon the straw prison pallets of the prisons or worse, chained in the dungeons…

This isnae so bad, She thought to herself, wondering what fortune had befallen her. Perhaps there is benevolent people left in this world… The girl reminded herself to thank the Captain if she lived long enough to see him again.
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