The wind wearily blows across the vast wheat fields within the Human kingdom, peasant and royal folk alike walk amongst each other toward the Capital from an announcement from the King. This great announcement is rumored to be the start of another war, war of which the people cannot handle. For nearly 75 years the two factions have fought against each other for important resources and trade routes, merely to starve one another out. But it has begun to take its toll on the people, not only the humans but also that of the Dwarves and Elves. The Dwarves have been forced out of their mountainside fortresses in order to raise their own animals for food. Hulon has gone to chaos.
However, some occupations, like mercenary work, and hired protection is a booming business in Kazar, because Caravans need protection for hulking Ogres or greedy Goblins. But this no longer seems to be the true factor in protection, as rumor has that the Ozeram, the most political and skilled craftsman, are deciding to join the Trade wars, but have not yet picked a side to fight for. This is what the King will announce, the attempted allegiance to the Ozeram, in hopes to wipe out the Hellring Coalition....
However, some occupations, like mercenary work, and hired protection is a booming business in Kazar, because Caravans need protection for hulking Ogres or greedy Goblins. But this no longer seems to be the true factor in protection, as rumor has that the Ozeram, the most political and skilled craftsman, are deciding to join the Trade wars, but have not yet picked a side to fight for. This is what the King will announce, the attempted allegiance to the Ozeram, in hopes to wipe out the Hellring Coalition....
A tome stays open in Two Bit's hand, briskly as a ringed finger moves past unilegiable words, or they would be to that of a normal human, but this is a different language that he speaks. Magic, quietly he whispers to himself a few words, there in front of him appears a table with a few dinner place settings and a bit of food. Two Bit sits in front of it, he was on an expedition for himself, to visit the Elves, he wished to know more of magic as well as to communicate on the King's behalf. Two Bit thought it silly however, to send a Magi on errands for the state. "Foolish, to think of me as a squire of sorts." he stated to himself before gorging himself on his conjured meal. The first stop that Two Bit had since he left the capital merely two days before, there was still a few more days before he was to even enter the Elven countries. But he was on duty of the King, a mission that the King asked of Two Bit to do personally, which he thought was an honor, but now to be alone with his thoughts he assumed it to be a menial task. Two Bit let out a sigh, waving his hand to watch everything disappear into dust and float off into the wind.
Two Bit started to walk again, his robes hide his weapons from plain eyes view, a Magi's tome, and a steel saber. His eyes were beginning to be weary, walking was starting to take its toll on the young Magi, but he was not to let himself stop. Two Bit needed to reach the Queen before the third sun set, as war was to come, or so he had been led on to believe, it seemed the world had been at war with itself ever since the Ozeram refused to join sides, but the Coalition and the Legion have been at a standstill since the first battle had broken out. Both sides, fixated on the control and influence of the Ozeram due to their collection of resources and strategic positioning within Kazar. The Ozeram stand within a large valley that separate the two factions from battling each other to the death. The Ozeram know this, but it is their stubbornness for peace and prosperity that forces their hand to remain neutral, but with recent events and the Dwarves leaving their homes to keep their people feed, the Ozeram will not be able to stay Neutral for much longer...
Two Bit continued on the road, approaching the forresty areas of Elvish Provinces, he was getting closer, but yet he was still so far away from their capital, a floating city, it would be quite the wonder to see. None the less, Two Bit knew of his task and what he must do for the sake of his king, but he always wondered... 'Why hadn't I been left with a convoy of royal guard?'
Two Bit started to walk again, his robes hide his weapons from plain eyes view, a Magi's tome, and a steel saber. His eyes were beginning to be weary, walking was starting to take its toll on the young Magi, but he was not to let himself stop. Two Bit needed to reach the Queen before the third sun set, as war was to come, or so he had been led on to believe, it seemed the world had been at war with itself ever since the Ozeram refused to join sides, but the Coalition and the Legion have been at a standstill since the first battle had broken out. Both sides, fixated on the control and influence of the Ozeram due to their collection of resources and strategic positioning within Kazar. The Ozeram stand within a large valley that separate the two factions from battling each other to the death. The Ozeram know this, but it is their stubbornness for peace and prosperity that forces their hand to remain neutral, but with recent events and the Dwarves leaving their homes to keep their people feed, the Ozeram will not be able to stay Neutral for much longer...
Two Bit continued on the road, approaching the forresty areas of Elvish Provinces, he was getting closer, but yet he was still so far away from their capital, a floating city, it would be quite the wonder to see. None the less, Two Bit knew of his task and what he must do for the sake of his king, but he always wondered... 'Why hadn't I been left with a convoy of royal guard?'
In that same Elven forest that Two-Bit was approaching, Arram Findlay was making his rounds through the woods, trying his best to avoid the other inhabitants of the trees. A bird swooped down in front of him, landing on a fallen tree near where Arram was walking. He turned his gaze on the Goshawk, smiling as he recognised his companion. "Where have you been, Sholto?" He asked. The bird let out a small screech, and Arram picked him up, setting him on the leather cover present on his shoulder. The bird dug his claws into the leather, adjusting his stance as the two walked through the forest.
Arram had heard about the coming war, through the caravans that occasionally passed on the road outside the forest. He didn't think much of it at the moment, but he knew that eventually, the time would come where he would have to pick a side to fight for. For now, though, he chose to stay in the woods, surviving on his own with his bird.
Arriving back at his simple camp, he built his fire up again, skewering a couple pieces of meat on the spit. As it cooked, he put Sholto up on a branch, but the Goshawk promptly hopped off, gliding down to land next to Arram as he sat on a stump to watch the meat cook.
Arram had heard about the coming war, through the caravans that occasionally passed on the road outside the forest. He didn't think much of it at the moment, but he knew that eventually, the time would come where he would have to pick a side to fight for. For now, though, he chose to stay in the woods, surviving on his own with his bird.
Arriving back at his simple camp, he built his fire up again, skewering a couple pieces of meat on the spit. As it cooked, he put Sholto up on a branch, but the Goshawk promptly hopped off, gliding down to land next to Arram as he sat on a stump to watch the meat cook.
Meanwhile in the capital of the elves kingdom sat the castle of the royal family. The castle seemed quite peaceful at the moment until it was disrupted by a yell of the elven princess. The queen, aka the eldest of them, sat upon the thrown, a bored look upon her light lilac face. She let out a soft sigh.
“Marlia, Tonuolo, why don’t you go play in the garden, sissy needs some quiet time.” The new queen spoke, her light pink eyes closing softly.
The two younger elves smiled and nodded as they quickly dashed out to the garden and started to play out there.
“Our dear queen, we have gotten notice that the area is still on the brink of war. What do you say is best for our kingdom, and for our people?” The royal advisor asked the young Queen. Her light lilac hand pushed some of her salmon hair away from her eyes, allowing all in the room to see their tired look.
“Let us stay peaceful for as long as able, but if they provoke us and start to harm our elves, we will not hold back. We shall continue to try and forward our weaponry technology for when our magic is diminished by those pests.” Emberlia spoke, earning a nod from the advisor and maids. “Keep me informed of any meeting coming up.”
“Marlia, Tonuolo, why don’t you go play in the garden, sissy needs some quiet time.” The new queen spoke, her light pink eyes closing softly.
The two younger elves smiled and nodded as they quickly dashed out to the garden and started to play out there.
“Our dear queen, we have gotten notice that the area is still on the brink of war. What do you say is best for our kingdom, and for our people?” The royal advisor asked the young Queen. Her light lilac hand pushed some of her salmon hair away from her eyes, allowing all in the room to see their tired look.
“Let us stay peaceful for as long as able, but if they provoke us and start to harm our elves, we will not hold back. We shall continue to try and forward our weaponry technology for when our magic is diminished by those pests.” Emberlia spoke, earning a nod from the advisor and maids. “Keep me informed of any meeting coming up.”
The Magi continued on his endvour to the Elvish Capital, 'tis a beautiful country, I had only read about it..'. His mind wandered as he was through the thick forests, his feet wearily dragging behind him, he sat next to a tree for a moment, wiping his face with a cloth with the royal insignia on it. The keen ears of the Magi could pick up russling an odd forty or fifty feet away, standing up with his saber drawn. "Do not take me for weak, if you are nae a beast then show yourself." The brush began to rustle again and a hare appeared, before shifting into a fairly large and well built Elf. The Druid eyed Two Bit up before speaking in common tongue. "What is your business in these woods boy? Do you not know where your home is?"
Two Bit had chuckled to himself as the Elf had made his statement, Two Bit shealthed his blade before continuing on down the road, "I am on urgent matters of the King, to deliver a message." The Elf spat on the ground before shifting back into a hair and dispursing into the thick wood. It was not until before sundown when Two Bit finally arrived at the capital, marching his way to the Throne room gates and barging in, he had to explain to a many guards about his situation but he made his way. Falling to one knee and bowing his head he knelt silently for a few moments.
"Great Queen, I am a messenger of the Common Folk, the King has ushered for your appearance in the Royal Court within the next four suns." A few words that could be summed up in a letter, but it was the gesture that hopefully would push the Queen to make an appearance within the Capital.
Two Bit had chuckled to himself as the Elf had made his statement, Two Bit shealthed his blade before continuing on down the road, "I am on urgent matters of the King, to deliver a message." The Elf spat on the ground before shifting back into a hair and dispursing into the thick wood. It was not until before sundown when Two Bit finally arrived at the capital, marching his way to the Throne room gates and barging in, he had to explain to a many guards about his situation but he made his way. Falling to one knee and bowing his head he knelt silently for a few moments.
"Great Queen, I am a messenger of the Common Folk, the King has ushered for your appearance in the Royal Court within the next four suns." A few words that could be summed up in a letter, but it was the gesture that hopefully would push the Queen to make an appearance within the Capital.
Hearing the voices echoing quietly through the forest, Arram tilted his head, listening. He couldn't make out all the words that were being said, but he recognised the tones as an elf, and...someone else. "Sholto, I think we have an adventure on our hands," he said. It was getting dark, but that wasn't stopping him from gathering up a few choice pieces of meat, his rucksack, and a few other supplies and starting off through the forest after the voices.
Finding the area deserted, he walked to the road, seeing footsteps in the dusty ground. He followed them through the woods, traveling alongside the path until he arrived at the elven kingdom. "What business did he have here?" Arram wondered aloud. Shrugging, he made camp in a thicket, concealed from the outside by trees and thick bushes. He could see the entrance to the castle, and he thought that he had spotted someone entering. He would wait until they emerged, probably the next day, for the sun was on its way down.
Finding the area deserted, he walked to the road, seeing footsteps in the dusty ground. He followed them through the woods, traveling alongside the path until he arrived at the elven kingdom. "What business did he have here?" Arram wondered aloud. Shrugging, he made camp in a thicket, concealed from the outside by trees and thick bushes. He could see the entrance to the castle, and he thought that he had spotted someone entering. He would wait until they emerged, probably the next day, for the sun was on its way down.
The elf queen looked to the Magi in front of her. A small smile snuck its way onto her pale lips. She took it into account that the man came in person, instead of sending a bird, or other messaging form, to her.
"I shall put that on top of my list to get ready for, in the meantime, do you need a place to stay? You must have traveled far." She questioned, the maids smiling sweetly as the guards stared at the traveler for answers. "Oh! My sincerest apologies, I should tell you my name and welcome you to this wonderful land! I am queen Emberlia of the elves. I am new at being queen, seeing as my mother just passed and my eldest sister married to a common elf." Emberlia explained softly as she rose from the throne. Her attire seemed a bit odd for a queen.
She wore a brown, sleeveless turtle neck croptop on her upper body. A dark blue, high waisted skirt covered her lower half till nearly her knees. Dark chestnut boots went to her midcalf with a small heel. A light pink cape swayed with her movement behind her. Said cape was attached to a fluffy front that was tied around her shoulders, allowing it to stay in place.
"I shall put that on top of my list to get ready for, in the meantime, do you need a place to stay? You must have traveled far." She questioned, the maids smiling sweetly as the guards stared at the traveler for answers. "Oh! My sincerest apologies, I should tell you my name and welcome you to this wonderful land! I am queen Emberlia of the elves. I am new at being queen, seeing as my mother just passed and my eldest sister married to a common elf." Emberlia explained softly as she rose from the throne. Her attire seemed a bit odd for a queen.
She wore a brown, sleeveless turtle neck croptop on her upper body. A dark blue, high waisted skirt covered her lower half till nearly her knees. Dark chestnut boots went to her midcalf with a small heel. A light pink cape swayed with her movement behind her. Said cape was attached to a fluffy front that was tied around her shoulders, allowing it to stay in place.
Two Bit bowed graciously towards the Queen, bowing his head. "I must say no, m'lady. I have other urgencies to attend to. Many of my own people are resting their favors within my actions. I came bearing this message, as well as another. An enemy is coming to Hulon, word from the Orkish lands propose that more weapons are being forged, and more troops are being armed." The Magi stopped a moment, grabbing a small cloth from his waist bag, and dabbing his brow of sweat. He hadn't headed the warnings as his King had told him, but he needed to portray the message in a more urgent and cautious tone. If Two Bit passed the message like the King had told him, the Queen surely would have brushed him aside.
"As well the Dwarves have been raided many times by the Jesters. We simply cannot fight this battle without allies."
Two Bit was given the tedious task of assembling all of the peoples of Hulon, as well as be an envoy for the Ozeram. 'Gods give me strength...' The venture was to be dangerous even for a talented magi and swordsman, all it could take is an arrow or dagger and his actions could be worthless. Another dab of sweat was taken away from forehead as he put away his cloth he gave another bow, flaunting his cloth around in a circle before placing an open palm on his chest.
"I hope to see your peoples along side mine. We merely wish for peace."
"As well the Dwarves have been raided many times by the Jesters. We simply cannot fight this battle without allies."
Two Bit was given the tedious task of assembling all of the peoples of Hulon, as well as be an envoy for the Ozeram. 'Gods give me strength...' The venture was to be dangerous even for a talented magi and swordsman, all it could take is an arrow or dagger and his actions could be worthless. Another dab of sweat was taken away from forehead as he put away his cloth he gave another bow, flaunting his cloth around in a circle before placing an open palm on his chest.
"I hope to see your peoples along side mine. We merely wish for peace."
Emberlia smiled softly once more as she curtsied and gently rose. Pink eyes stared at the magi who had delivered the message, but they seemed to do more than stare. "Are you sure you do not want to stay kind sir? If not then please, take some water. Oh, and, is peace the only thing you want, because if whatever you want does not benefit my people I will most likely have to decline." Her voice suddenly seemed to lose it's soft warmth, and be replaces with a sharp cold that stabbed one with every word.
"You would not want to lie to me Magi. I appreciate you coming here in person, but I want you to realize I have lived on this planet for longer than your parents. Do you know how many wars I have seen and and taken a part in. If what you want is peace, I suggest you try to find a way that does not require bloodshed, otherwise my kind will not be there by yours. Good day Magi."
"You would not want to lie to me Magi. I appreciate you coming here in person, but I want you to realize I have lived on this planet for longer than your parents. Do you know how many wars I have seen and and taken a part in. If what you want is peace, I suggest you try to find a way that does not require bloodshed, otherwise my kind will not be there by yours. Good day Magi."
Oblivious to the happenings inside the stone fortress, Arram soon set off to find a meal, his stomach beginning to rumble after the journey. He had only waited long enough for his feet to stop aching from the trek through the woods, the route he chose having been covered with downed trees and various pitfalls. He assumed that it was the elves' doing, trying to stop intruders from making their way through the forest and infiltrating their property. The elves were experienced in the ways of nature, of course, as was he. Within an hour, he had retrieved a bounty of prey, settling down in his camp once again and starting a fire. He knew that the smoke would rise above the trees, but he couldn't help it. He needed to cook his food, otherwise he would probably get sick. He had been through the routine before, getting captured and taken in for questioning. He knew the drill, and was prepared for anything, if it came at all.