"Kyrie, please, we have no wish to cause trouble. We-" Carell's last plea was cut silent. "None of you are welcome here. You are to return the way you came. That is final." Pleading further with the man would only aggravate him. Carell resolved to let him have his way, especially considering that it was the only path he could take that kept his head upon his shoulders. "As you would have it, kyrie. We will return from where we came. I apologize for our intrusion." It was a setback, but not a major one, at the least. There were several paths they could easily take that would lead to their destination, longer paths, but none intruded on Rakkor territory. Carell turned back toward the party and began his return.
The officer now noticed something he had not previously seen on the man. Sticking from a pouch on the man's belt was a map, an old map. Looking only slightly more closely revealed a Vergina sun upon the map, the symbol of the Solari. Perhaps the man had not been fully honest with him, but the map raised several questions, ones he wanted immediate answers to. In three quick strides, the man closed distance with Carell and he deftly pulled the map from his belt.
Carell would have immediately shouted his objection, but he quickly bit his tongue to stifle his reply. He knew what the officer likely saw on the map. He let out a brief sigh and turned calmly to face the officer once more. The officer slowly unfurled the map, taking a brief scan of it before glancing at Carell over the top of it. There were people that needed to be contacted about this. As the officer furled the map back up, he turned over his shoulder to shout a quick order to his men. Someone took off running up toward the mountain as soon as he finished speaking.
"If you have stolen this map, tell me now and I will show you mercy. I will know in an hour even if you do not tell me, and I assure you the consequences will be far more severe." "I have done nothing wrong to acquire the map, kyrie." "We shall see. You and your party are to remain here until I receive a reply from the Solari." Carell was, surprisingly, relieved. He had not stolen the map. He honestly did not know how the map was originally acquired in the first place. Nevertheless, he trusted the Rakkor enough to tell guilt from innocence, and he was not guilty. Now, he only had to wait. "Of course, kyrie." With that, Carell returned to where his party stood. Seeing the expressions of his companions and feeling the tension built up in the air, Carell addressed them to allay their fears.
"There's no threat of violence. The man just needs to ensure that I did not steal the map and we will be on our way. We will have to wait here for about an hour, so we may as well make ourselves comfortable." With that, Carell returned to his horse and began fishing through supplies in his saddlebags.
Last Edit: Aug 3, 2014 21:24:09 GMT -5 by Narrator
Ron's shivering did not cease to stop. It actually got worse with that conversation. He had so much in his head now, but he wanted first of all to confront Carell. "S-sir C-Carell." He called in a meek voice. W-why did y-you lie to us and t-them? I-is it not l-legal? I w-was told that there w-would be no c-conflict at all w-with the Rakk-Rakkor. Y-you even t-told them that y-you... That w-we..." Ron was panicking with terror. He did not expect so much danger in the journey. They were supposed to go on an expedition to an abandoned temple to unearth cool artifacts and to tell a story later to everyone. He wasn't expecting more danger than some loose bandits on the roads that they had no problem with. Being impaled by a platoon of armored, deadly Rakkor Phalanx was not on his bucket list.
Post by Carell Wollcroft on Aug 3, 2014 22:05:10 GMT -5
Carell's skills with people now had their opportunity to be put into action. The yordle seemed as if he might kill himself with stress at the moment. Carell did not blame him. The Rakkor did not leave the best impression on many. He calmly took a package of dried meat from his saddlebags and a makeshift cushion and placed himself sitting upon the ground nearby Ron. "I have not lied to you, Mr. Ron. I promised no conflict with the Rakkor, and we are all still here in one piece. We should not have even drawn their attention, but someone must have come through here earlier and placed them on alert without us knowing. We simply have to wait an hour and then we will be on our way, and I promise you, we shall not take a single step upon Rakkor territory again." Carell paused for a moment, and took a piece of meat out of the package he was holding in one hand, extending it out toward Ron, offering him to take it. "Here, have some. It's quite good."
Ron started holding his head with his hands getting lost in thought as usual, only those were terror induced thoughts. He'd never get to have his degree, never become the alchemist he wanted to be, he didn't even say goodbye to his parents nor confessed to his crush. Just then Carell sat by him. He spoke to him a few words that he didn't bother to listen to. Somehow though, a calm voice helped to reassure him. He looked at Carell with his wide eyes, a tear rolling down his cheek. "T-the... M-my saddle- saddlebags... S-second bag, l-left s-side... B-blue p-pills... T-trauma m-medicine..." Ron could barely ask Carell for his trauma relief. He was so terrified he could barely think for himself. He knew deep inside that if he won't take that medicine he'll freak out completely. He then decided he was not ready for that kind of stuff yet, not without help.
Post by Razie Tynerson on Aug 3, 2014 23:53:39 GMT -5
"I see." The inventor said calmly as he rose back on his feet. He took another look ahead to Carell and the group of Rakkor that he was chatting with, he decided against zooming in to get a closer look and read their facial expressions. He didn't feel like risking one the Rakkor noticing him and starting something, for now he'd simply plan ahead for the worst.
"Miss Orianna, if they are as strong as Pantheon I'd rather we not fight them. Now, incapacitating them? That could be done rather easily if things go downhill for us." He says turning to her and remarking casually.
Once Carell came back he got to thinking, Ron was still panicking over their imminent death. Carell seemed more or less calm about everything. If all that was blocking their path was the checking of a map they'd have nothing to worry about, he had to be sure though.
"Carell, how did you acquire that map? Just to assure Ron and the others that we've nothing to fear and we'll be on our way." He asked, knowing that what he was somewhat lying.
Post by Carell Wollcroft on Aug 4, 2014 0:16:17 GMT -5
Carell rose to his feet, still remaining calm in the midst of the situation at hand, and walked over to the horse that Ron had his saddlebags strapped to, taking a few moments to fish through the one Ron had specified before pulling out a small vial of blue pills. On his return approach, the Piltoveran inventor addressed him. His concern was legitimate, and in this matter, he had nothing to hide.
"I purchased the map from a friend of mine who collects and sells antiques. He knew of my interest in the Rakkor and so he let me buy the map from his collection. He purchased the map from another collector, who in turn purchased it from a group of diggers who came across the bones of what they believe was the previous owner. There was no foul play in getting this map to my hand." Carrel finished speaking as he stooped down to pass the vial of pills to Ron, the poor yordle was hardly breathing at this point. He hoped whatever they might encounter in the temple did not put him in worse shape, assuming they encountered anything there at all. Carell hoped they would not.
Shoving off the less pleasant thoughts from his mind, Carell resumed his seat near Ron. He pulled out a piece of smoked meat from the bag he still held and tore a piece off and ate it. In the manner of a cultured man, he waited to finish chewing before he spoke again. "Please, everyone, sit. Make yourselves comfortable." He said, before taking another bite off of the piece of meat he held.
Ron quickly snatched the vial from Carell and opened it. It was a rather small vial without many pills, mostly because they weren't real panic medicines. The pills included a small amount of sedatives and aromatic herbs that helped to calm a person. He had some trouble opening the vial but after a couple of attempts he managed it and consumed a pill, dropping the vial in his lap. It wasn't too long before his breathing started to slow down, his heart rate was stabilizing and his mind started clearing a bit. Instead of simply relaxing though, Ron fell asleep. Perhaps it was from the sleepless nights, preparing supplies, or from the sedatives but soon he would lean his head on Carell and start snoring lightly.
Post by The Lady of Clockwork on Aug 4, 2014 8:28:51 GMT -5
- Incapacitating can be fun too.
Orianna made a remark, however it seemed that her distorted notion of 'fun' would have to wait for later - no command to attack was coming from their leader - the old merchant. And from what Orianna had understood, she was supposed to listen to that merchant and do what he says. Even if that meant sitting in one place and doing nothing. The automaton frowned lightly, before her mettalic voice rang again:
- Time tick-ticks away.
She did not like waiting, and the Ball mirrored his Mistress' impatience, letting out weaponized noises. The automaton girl brushed a hand against its surface to calm down the techmaturgical device, before looking around, again, to find a different object of interest. It was the yordle that got her attention - during the trip he was always scared and fidgety, but now he just ... snapped out. His eyes were closed, and he didn't move. Concerned and curious, she approached from behind, and tapped on the small creature's shoulder. Lightly, having learned from last time, that stronger taps injure the fragile organics.
- Mister Yordle?
Orianna's head shifted, with a light metallic creak, as she stared at Carell now, with her eerie, unblinking gaze.
Post by Erika Rothstein on Aug 4, 2014 11:35:47 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Erika, the entire expedition was to take place on a mountain and while she was completely aware of this fact before signing her name on that blasted piece of paper, she couldn't quite comprehend just how big said mountain was until she actually saw it. When she did, the poor Zaunite almost fainted at the sight of those sheer, steep slopes and cursed her aversion to physical exertion. But there was nothing to be done now and Erika had to swallow any doubt (of which she had plenty) and follow the rest of the misfit band.
If someone had told the rather depressed woman that it had only been a few days where they were on the road, she would have screeched at them to stop lying. Except it would be less of a screech and more of a hissing sigh. She was exhausted and it was all because of the dreadful sun and weather and the fact that every step brought them closer to the mount's shadow, it really was enough to make any simple girl swoon. In addition to all that, Erika suspected that her horse was defective for it snorted in the most alarming manner whenever it found green grass. She would have preferred walking had her feet not disagreed with her.
So it appeared that when Erika was faced with a danger such as a man dressed in questionable attire and what looked to be a very sharp sword, her first instinct was to run back to Zaun. Except her first instinct had been overtaken by pure exhaustion which left her looking at the man, the line of shields and sharp objects and the pool of colors with a half lidded gaze as her sight swam before her very eyes. When words were exchanged, Erika kept her eyes glued on the unmoving line of blurred shapes and even when the man left, she continued to stare.
I CUT MY HEART OUT JUST LIKE YOU
× and i can suck the life out of it just like you ×
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Aug 4, 2014 16:30:58 GMT -5
The humming that emminated from Xerath's form was the only reminder of His presence, as He hovered smoothly over the terrain.
Staying to the rear of the group, He scanned the area for shifts in arcane power, hoping to find something interesting. Instead, He found Himself contemplating how much arcane energy it world require to break down the organic organisms before him into submolecular particles.
It felt as though the group had only just left and their speed gradually slowed to a crawl. Then a complete stop.
Xerath watched over the heads of the group to see the interaction ahead. Shields and spears blocked the road ahead. The shields resembled that of Pantheon- the mortal who could completely nullify a blast from Xerath's energy. Xerath knew to be cautious, but was not afraid to test this theory, should the need arise.
Xerath overheard the discussion about the stolen map. The details did not matter to Xerath.
"You allowed these foot soldiers to take our only method of reaching our destination?! How much longer will this delay our venture? Relics and tomes. Ha! If your bodies don't decay before we arrive."
Xerath was still sore about being assigned to such a lowly mission, but even more insulted by having to be led by this underwhelming group. He had half the mind to blast through the shields and get the map Himself.
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Aug 4, 2014 18:27:24 GMT -5
So here they were, in the middle of God knew where mapless, at the mercy of what were renowned as the strongest soldiers in Valoran. And for what? Some merchants penchant for Solari trinkets that that he'd no doubt sell to some fool who would pay an absurd ammount of money for an ancient and brittle thing to be displayed a museum somewhere most likely. It was times like these Scrod questioned the sanity of not only himself and the rest of the world in general. 'Things folks do for money' he thought to himself amused as he glanced around to see how that party was taking the turn of events. The yordle had a panic attack, others seemed semi-paranoid and planning for the worst, and Wolcroft was trying to assuage everyone's fears and concerns as best he could while easily maintaining his cool, or so it seemed. All things considered it could've been worse so Scrod took Carel's advice and began singing to himself while he took out one of his hextech pistols and began cleaning it to pass the time.
I thought I heard the Old Man say: "Leave her, Johnny, leave her." Tomorrow you will get your pay, and its time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow And it's time for us to leave her.
Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high Leave her, Johnny, leave her! She shipped it green and none went by. And it's time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow And it's time for us to leave her.
I hate to sail on this rotten tub. "Leave her, Johnny, leave her!" No grog allowed and rotten grub. And it's time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow And it's time for us to leave her.
We swear by rote for want of more. "Leave her, Johnny, leave her!" But now were through so we'll go on shore. And it's time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow And it's time for us to leave her.
Post by Carell Wollcroft on Aug 4, 2014 20:14:19 GMT -5
Carell could not help but let out a small smile as Ron fell asleep leaning against him, seemingly unaware of everything around him. Everyone seemed to have relaxed since the previous encounter with the Rakkor, and for that, he was glad. It would do them no good to misstep at this point in their journey, especially when doing so might bring the whole mountain down on them.
Orianna seemed to be curious about Ron's state, and when she asked him if he was broken, it was almost enough to drive him to laughter. Her behavior mimicked that of a child, still unfamiliar with the world and defining it based on itself. "No, he should be fine. He's just sleeping. It should help him." He replied, with a slight chuckle.
Xerath seemed to be the only one displeased by the turn of events. Being a magical construct whose means of destruction were yet unknown afforded him a degree of arrogance when it came to violent confrontations, but the Rakkor were exceptionally well versed in how to kill ordinary humans which composed everyone in the group save for him and Orianna. They might survive, but nobody else would. "There remain many ways to reach our destination, Magnus Ascendant. To fight them to save the meager amount of time we might wait at the cost of the lives of everyone here save for Orianna and yourself would be a poor exchange."
Post by James Marker on Aug 4, 2014 20:47:17 GMT -5
James waited without comment as Carrel converses with the Rakkor, watching intently. After a minute, when Carrel's map was confiscated and Ron was asleep, he got off his horse and stretched briefly, scratching his head.
It had been quite a while since he'd taken a chance to do more than merely rest his eyes while riding the horse. Sitting on the ground, he gave a sigh of relief and smiled slightly, taking out his sketchbook again and beginning to draw the daunting phalanx. "So I suppose we may as well not set up camp. This shouldn't take long, Rakkor are notoriously fast." He merely muttered this to himself, occasionally glancing up to draw and make note of their situation.
I will meet one someday...and that day will either be the best or worst day of my life.
Travel such as this was not something that Tekun was unaccustomed to. He had traversed the tundra of Freljord and the harsh deserts of Shiruma in addition to other terrains. Fortunately, the mountain was comparable to what he knew from Freljord though far more tame. The weather was far more dependable and the temperature warmer. However, no mountain was quite as large as this and to underestimate the environment now could prove fatal. His travels with the Preservers had brought him here once, subconsciously he caressed a deep ring of a scar that ran along his bicep and pondered in nostalgia if they would encounter any creatures that lurked along the mountain and if they would leave him any more souvenirs.
Largely he had been silent and rather than partaking in conversation he kept his eyes sharp. Things had been going as smooth as they could possibly be, until the phalanx was here. It seemed the Rakkor had caught wind of this. Tekun was more than certain that these men would not allow them into their territory, not without one of their own. With the addition of Xerath and Orianna, the Immortal Soldier was certain that if they were to fight the Rakkor, or at least this Phalanx would be on the losing end but it would not be without casualties of their own. Carrel left to speak to them and still he remained silent, he could not over hear anything nor would he even attempt to move closer. The last thing he wanted was to appear hostile. When he returned, he revealed things would only grow more complicated from here. He listened in on conversation until what was on his mind was spoken.
“Even if we killed them, the Rakkor do not take kindly to this degree of disrespect. They will catch wind quickly and come down upon us harder. You would be wise not earn their ire by marching past lest we find ourselves faced against them in full force. I would not have doubts that Pantheon may get involved.” He chimed in. “Waiting is our only option.”
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Aug 5, 2014 14:02:04 GMT -5
The remainder of the hour passed by uneventfully. The phalanx stayed unmoving, the wind did not blow, the grass remained stationary, it seemed as if the only thing that moved was the sun in the sky, ever so slowly beginning its descent, as if it were the only thing not frozen in time. The still world was abruptly brought back into motion as the phalanx split down the middle to let someone through.
She would not be immediately recognizable to most of the party, considering her flowing cloth dress was not the golden steel she was so known for wearing. Her reddened hair, golden eyes, and soldier's posture would make her identity obvious as she came closer. She stopped by the officer, who pressed his right fist to his heart in salute, a gesture which Leona returned, before saying something briefly in the language of the Rakkor and giving the map to her. Leona unfurled it and took a brief look at it, then the party that possessed it. She furled the map back up and started off toward the mountain again.
Carell had held his tongue before when the officer had taken the map, but he could not stop himself this time. He rose to his feet and approached Leona, stopping when he was within talking distance. "Kyria, where are you taking the map?" "Up the mountain. Briefly. Wait here another two hours and you will be on your way." She did not wait for a reply, instantly setting off back up the mountain with a sense of urgency in her steps. The phalanx closed as she left, and the world became still once more.
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