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Silverymoon Lining
Luca, Cerin, and Stormwind stepped through a door of space back into Silverymoon where Danforth was waiting for them. He was old, but still of solid build and ruggedly handsome with silvering sandy hair, brown eyes that looked more like smoky quartz, and a light brown beard that was well-groomed. …For a ranger, anyway. "What kept you, Onyx?" he asked, with age adding a slight rasp to his usually smooth cello baritone. Luca chuckled with a meek, gentle smile and a glint in his silvered sapphire eyes. "Well, time flies when you aren't being hated or chased out." The elder smirked a little. "Is that so?" He added before his expression grimmed. Luca studied his face for a moment before reading the story in Danforth's eyes. "What happened?" He asked in a respectful tone that restrained his simmering rage. "It's better if you hear it firsthand; brother Cahess wanted to tell you himself and make sure you don't fly off the handle." Luca paled as he stared at Danforth in shocked bewilderment. His teacher usually always talked down to him on days he did well in practice and tolerated the berating when he messed up. This was not the sour, unpersonable hermit he remembered, nor was this an ordinary situation. After a moment or two of letting the elf gawp at him dazedly, Danforth finally ordered, "Pick up your damn jaw and get your disguise on; we're going to Helm's Hold." Luca shook his head to put himself back together, then did as was asked. "Golden star, light afar." he called with a flourish of his left hand that he pulled down over his face and his appearance shifted from Silver Drow, to true Elven. The four of them then started the trek to Helm's Hold in Silverymoon, with Luca's worry and anxiety starting to eat him alive. A half day's journey brought the quartet to the gates of the great Elven city. Before they were questioned by the guards, Luca froze as the sensation of being watched came over him. A dark, gentle voice spoke to his mind. "I've been watching you a while, dark one, but worry not. You differ greatly from the black ones." Luca relaxed his grip on his swords and decided to carry on a conversation. He focused on the voice and answered, "I'll decide if you're a friend or foe when I see you; show yourself or be hunted." A deep chuckle was heard to his right and he spun toward it with his swords drawn and spotted a large black cat slowly walking toward him. Danforth heard Luca's swords and excused himself from the guards to see what the elf was riled over. "You didn't draw your-" He was cut short by the sight of the now faintly striped big cat walking toward them. The veteran ranger tried to dominate the big cat, it growled loud and low. Luca held his hand out to stop his teacher, then walked up to meet the strangely intelligent beast. "Don't expect me to save you if he cops an attitude." Danforth called. Luca smiled back and returned with, "He won't; he was speaking to me a moment ago." After conversing with the tiger, he learned it had no name. "I think Kyanite would suit you best." Luca declared after thinking a moment. The big cat tilted his head and asked, "Why that?" "You remind me of it." The tiger chuffed at Luca and smiled the way cats smile after a quick nod. "Kyanite I am, then." After reluctantly having his new friend wait in the wood, Luca went through the gate and into the city. "What in the name of Cyric were you thinking?!" Danforth hissed while they marched through the streets. Luca sighed through his nose and answered, "Good Veteran, wasn't that exactly how Stormwind chose you? And Cerin chose me?" "Whatever! If she did get nasty with you at first, you still could've handled yourself and the bird can't carry anything bigger than a rabbit. The only cat I've ever seen that can take down an ogre is a Dire Tiger and you never want to press your luck with a wild one. There's something very strange with that cat." "And, he looked at me just like Cerin did; he admired me for some reason." The wolf made an uncertain sound and looked up at her friend. Luca smiled lightly at her and reassured her. "Don't you worry, though; we've been through too much for me to forget about you. I'm also a little apprehensive about Kyanite." They reached the temple in short order and were warmly but grimly welcomed by the Helmites. "Luca, Danforth; be welcome as always in spite of our mourning." The bald, slightly round man was only as tall as Luca and looked him right in the eye. "The black owl dropped a feather on your doorstep; brother Cahess wants to see you alone." Luca felt his chest grow tight and nodded. "Come, Cerin." The cleric looked back and stopped them. "Dear brother, you know the rules; she is not allowed inside the father's chambers." The wolf glared at him as sorrow forced anger into Luca's eyes, tinging them with wisps of garnet. "Cerin follows wherever I tread. If she isn't allowed, neither am I." he snapped. "Artuehr, let 'em go; he has enough trouble without you putting more on his mind." The priest composed himself and nodded to Danforth. "Very well; follow me." Luca calmed himself with a worried sigh and the red that crept into his eyes faded. At that, the Silver Drow and his companion followed brother Artuehr to meet with Father Corbret.
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Permalink Reply by Earth's Outcast on
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Zuma ran toward Kyanite, caught up to him and asked, "Is there anything you need?" as he ran with Kyanite. He saw that Silmawen and Nica Swift had returned bloodied but ok. He quickly gave them a Healing Rune for their injuries and continued on with Kyanite.
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Permalink Reply by Driretlan on
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While barreling down the hall, Kyanite heard and felt a rumbling sound. He skidded to a stop and listened to it carefully. Those were marching steps! There was also the clattering of plate steel armors. "There's gotta be hundreds there; maybe thousands!" he quietly opined before sprinting off again. He shot past Lord Brantor and the dwarves marching to greet the new arrivals and out into the wood. He smelled the sweat on metal, telling him that there were warriors on the move; a lot of them. He soon came across the marching throng, led by the Westwood Shield; Luca Bittrell and Cerin. He roared as loudly as he was able to greet them before taking off again as fast as he was able back to the Doves' Roost. He spotted Zuma just exiting the cave and shouted, "Stay with the delegates! Warn them about the armies on the way!" before disappearing again in a blur of black heading into the cave.
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Zuma nodded and told the delegates that Luca and Cerin had returned, listening as the marching foot steps increased in volume.
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Approaching Ten Towns...
The Warlord God saw, with his god magick, the massive army marching toward a group of caves. This has gotten more interesting. Michael thought as he ordered some of his people, gave them a symbol of this world's parley, and sent them of to delegate with this army and its defendee's for a little meeting. -
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Zuma sensed the Warlord's delegates coming and told Dufarra to Send the information to Luca, once done he ran toward the Warlord God's messengers and escorted them to the caves with Dufarra right behind them.
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Lord Brantor spotted the tiger zipping toward them again and waved the delegates to a halt. "By the hells, cat. What's got ye in such a tizzy?" he asked. Panting heavily, Kyanite answered, "I have good news… and really, really bad news. Luca seemed to find plenty of support that we're about to need soon." The dwarf lord's eyes widened as he tilted his head at the feline. "How did ye get that information?" he asked pensively. Then, it occurred to him. "Did Silmawen come back already? Any help?" The cat nodded and lowered his ears. "She barely escaped the ruins of Luskan with probably 300 more. She came to the Roost and gave the order to leave with haste. We'd be wise to do the same, my lord." Brantor gave the tiger a deeply troubled look, then gave him a slow nod before turning to the others. "Follow Kyanite to meet the others. I'm going back to see what happened to lady Silmawen." The other dwarves nodded to their lord and gestured Kyanite to lead them while Lord Brantor walked back to the Doves' Roost to speak with the wounded dark elf.
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Zuma went towards Lord Brantor and Luca and introduced the Warlord Gods' messengers, "These humans are messengers from the Warlord God, they would like to speak with The commanding officers within this clan. What say you Lord Brantor." The messengers bowed respectfully to Lord Brantor and waited for a response.
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The dwarf lord returned a small nod and a caution-tempered glare. "If yer talkin' about surrender, ye best think twice about it; Mithral Hall is on the way, every one of my clan who can use a weapon will, and the Doves aren't backin' down, either. What do the messengers from the Warlord god wish to discuss?"
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The humans responed and said, "Lord Brantor, we do not speak of surrender, The Warlord God knows very well that your clan will never surrender to His Great Reasoning, but would it be better if we all could live in peace with the Warlord God as a power in this world? would you sacrifice thousands of lives to banish The Great Warrior from this world and destroy His Chaotic Majesty from the Universal Realms?"
Zuma whispered to Brantor, "Don't listen to them, The Warlord God will eventually kill everyone in the Realms, or destroy the entire Realms to fulfill his dark purposes." -
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Lord Brantor nodded to the Draconian and showed all his ire and resolve to the emissaries. "As powerful as your god is, ye'd think he could give you the ability to lie better than that. We'll save you fer last just to show ye how "great" he really is." No sooner did he finish than a handful of arrows fly past from the shadows dropping the Warlord God's delegates immediately and without warning. Lord Brantor startled and spun around to look for the source of those missiles. Three dwarven rangers suddenly appeared just before a fully healed Silmawen Gend came back into view, her garnet eyes rife with fierce resolve. The dwarf lord looked her over and almost smiled before saying, "Were it not the fact that ye were injured, youda gotten the tongue lashing of a lifetime. Do I dare ask why you took away what might've become a good bargaining chip?" The dark elf answered, "Because the Warlord God won't respond to them and those men were the same ones who killed the mayor of Luskan when he refused to comply with their demands. Personally, they got better than what they deserved." Kyanite barked a couple times before arriving again at the mouth of the cave, calling everyone's attention to him. "My lord, you may want to make room! We have to get inside!" The rumbling of men and horses caught their attention and everyone hurriedly flattened themselves against the walls of the tunnel, avoiding the rush of soldiers in the nick of time. Their passing seemed to take forever until Luca and Cerin finally arrived, bringing up the rear. The ranger and wolf bowed low to Lord Brantor and everyone returned small bows. The dwarf lord finally piped up, "'Bout time, Luca. Glad to see you again and how the hells did you get ahold of such a throng?" The ranger smiled brightly along with his companion and answered, "I went to call in a favor only to find that Father Cahess heard the same things we did and immediately sent for one of the greatest Paladins ever known."
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The Warlord God, after the death of his messengers, sent his army to moving. Demons, Dragons, trolls, ogres, humans, drow, and other races of the Realms marched off, in Michael's colors of Black and blood red.
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With a white circle representing a dying world...............The Warlord God also summoned a host of Evil Chaos Dragons. Larger then Zuma. But of course Zuma and Luca had Ragnakor and Koran Gar on their side.
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