RP- The Shroud descends

Lark decided that Light was not going to help in the final battle.

 

After a few hours light had cleaned everything up started looking for minerals he could use to create useable weapons and armor. Having been shirtless/completely in torn clothes this whole time Light had started repairing what he could and making anything that could help. He recovered his wounds with bandages and put on a fresh pair of boots and shorts he had found in the abandoned shack. Light sits on the old bed. "Those guys..they think there so close to a final battle. The shroud is only just the beginning of it all.." Light puts his head in his hands "Its been a while since the accident with the King of Prosper..The shroud is only the beginning of whats to come..But instead of sitting here talking to myself..I need to gather stuff together so i can help them." Light jumps up and goes outside with a old pickaxe and looks around for any caves for himself to find ores in.

//can't end it here guys come on now. Use some more commen sense/logic in RP :p

 

//If the Shroud's bad, imagine what Gorth could do.

 

//Exactly and since its been years since Gorth had the fight with the king Imagine what else he created within those years and how much stronger things are ect, ect.

 

"Ok everyone, we must all go to our according nations to gather our armies. I will go to to the Hidden Marsh to ask for the help from the Saurians. Ella you will go to the capital city of the elves, Mellaminn. Raven you go to the human primary castle, Fort Reave. Aspathe you go to the Dark Forest to ask for the help of the Ents. Ugos you go to the Vendor caves and ask your people to help. That's it for now, when everyone has returned we will decide what to do next."

//Don't worry Cerb, about the final battle, me and zollie have had a talk and everything will fall into shape. ;)

 

Ella nodded. "If you need to be healed ask Ama, she'll probably be in the town hall. And if you need any food for your journey you can help yourself to what's left of my pantry. My house is on the east side, by the river." Ella bid her farewells and went off to pack.
She arrived at her house, finding it a little damaged from the zombies. Fortunately they hadn't paid enough attention to it to break inside. She lit the fire, boiling some water to take a bath. It had been way too long since she'd had one of them. After bathing she changed into some fresh clothes, her adventures had rendered her other garments almost unrecognisable in color. She grabbed an old leather bag, filling it with some supplies. Food, water, a blanket and some money. Slinging her bow over her good shoulder, she walked out towards the town hall. Once healed she will set out towards Mellaminn.

 

"Question! What the hell are ents? And I think my arm is broken."

 

"You don't know what ents are? Basically they're walking trees, go see Ama to heal."
Lark set off to the Hidden Marsh where the Saurians resided.

 

I've heard of Fort Reave, and I know exactly where it is. "I'll get there quick." Raven said as he boosted off at high speed to Fort Reave.

 

Ella began walking towards Mellaminn. It was a quite a distance away, but at her pace she should arrive there in under a day.

 

Lark hopped on Grimclaw and flew to the Hidden Marsh, he neatly parked him outside the bog. Lark walked in and was confronted by two hardened sludge mobsters, he merely flicked his hand and they fell into piles of goop. Lark approached the Saurian Zealot, "great Zealot," Lark said, bowing down. "We require your great Saurian army to destroy The Shroud, do you accept?" The Zealot slathered a question to the soldiers surrounding it, a chorus of hisses of agreement replied back. "I knew you would see it my way," he muttered, walking back to Grimclaw, minding to dodge the pile of goop on the way out.

 

//Vandor caves, my homeland aint a vendor
Ugos set off towards the town hall, where Ama healed his hand. Next he went to seek out light; he knew the trials before the Vandor caves were tough... He needed some more armour.

 

Lark landed back in Temor, he decided to go out into the woods, he got bored quickly so he moved to the beach. He was taken by surprise and kidnapped by pirates, he managed to take a few out but there were too many. He was thrown in the deck underside.

 

After time Light had settled down in his shack. He had made some very interesting weapons out of some very strange ores he found. One day while exploring Light had found this..devil like creature.. it seemed like a fox but it was on fire. Light was able to befriend it and it now resides in his house. It's name is Scarn. He had Longswords and shortswords lined alone the wall. He had no finally woven a shirt, it was sleeveless but finally he has clothes. Light sat back and wondered what everyone else is doing.

 

Lark looked out the dungeon window, they were sailing away from land. He was dragged up to the captain's lodge, "you skely boy, could be worth quite alot on the slave markit'." He pondered, "lets get back to that 'ol desert and sell him there, we stop at the Rahta Desert next boys!" An echo of cheers replied back, "ah great," he muttered to himself, "I just love labour."

 

Trees lined the dusty path to Mellaminn, gently swaying in the breeze. Ella sighed, it was nice to have a bit of peace after the hectic week she had endured. She closed her eyes, letting the sun soak into her skin.
But her tranquil moment was soon interrupted. The clop of hooves on the nearby grass made her open her eyes. A small white foal whipped by, yet this wasn't an ordinary horse... It had.. Wings? A Pegasus?! It was closely followed by a cursing bandit. "Get back here ye useless good for nothing sad excuse for a creature!" He roared. The Pegasus tripped, falling to the ground. Why not fly? She wondered. But she saw it's wings, bound together by rope. The bandit chuckled, reaching down to grab the foal.
"Hey!" Ella yelled without thinking.
The bandit looked over, suddenly realising he had company. "Don't ye be tellin' anyone about this here," He said gesturing to the Pegasus. "Or it's ye own blood." He turned away, dragging the poor creature by the rope on it's wings. It squealed, and received a slap to the side, causing it to shie away into a tree.
But she couldn't let him take it away, enslave it in a life of cruelty.
"Let it go." Ella said, placing her hand on her bow.
The bandit chuckled. "Or what? Ye gonna shoot me? Wee lass like you probably don't even know how to aim it." He chucked a throwing knife at her, which she dodged. Without hesitation Ella drew back her bow and sent an arrow flying for his arm. She didn't intend to kill him, only to free the Pegasus. "ARRGH!" He roared, clutching his arm. He grabbed another throwing knife, using his good hand to throw it at her. Ella slung her bow back over her shoulder, firing light beams out of her hands at him. He fell to the ground, knocked out.
The Pegasus snorted, then squealed. It was trapped under his giant arm. Ella rushed over, freeing the creature and untying it's wings. It neighed, rubbing it's head against her, fortunately not stabbing her with it's horn. It appeared to be a she. "Whoa," Ella said laughing. "Your friendly then." The Pegasus reared up, rushing into the woods.
Ella was a little dissapointed, she had been hoping it might take to her. She stood up and began walking along the path. But moments later the Pegasus shot back, now trotting along beside Ella. "Well you need a name then don't you?" She said, grinning.
Ella looked up for inspiration, to the right she noticed a signpost. It read, Marvel - Left 400 ft.
"Marvel." Ella said. The Pegasus stretched it's ears forward, neighing. "Well, you got yourself a name."

 

The rickety boat stopped at the coast, he was roughly pushed off and towards the slave market. He was sold there for 24 gold dreds, a hefty price. Lark was taken to the labour centre, he looked around seeing hopelessness and despair, these people needed a leader, a team to inspire them for freedom. Lark was first sentenced to executioner duty, chopping off the heads of "heretics", next he had assemble weapons for the Rahtan army. It wasn't the labour that got to him, it was the mind numbing repetition, he continued for a while doing this, until something happened...

 

Ugos couldn't find Light in the darkened forest and decided after a while to make his own armour.
As he wandered to the smithy, wyvern beside him (She was named Glacier, after the conditions Ugos found her in) he realised that the town was extremely quiet. The elves had suffered tremendous losses... would they even risk themselves to fight against this monster again? He quietly doubted it.
At last, he emerged from the smithy with a special type of chainmail, made of hardened fire, apparently. It felt warm to his skin, and it radiated a faint orange glow. It was dirt cheap, too, since he and his companions (or ex-companions) were revered as demi-gods in Temor. At last, with equipment, food and a focused mindset, Ugos set towards his heartland.

Little did he know.

 

Light started a fire outside of his shack. He sat beside it with scorn and worked on melting some iron. The smoke from the fire could be seen from miles away through the forest.

 

Lark was fed up with the way these people were being treated, he used a secret underground society to mail s letter to Temor, hoping it would somehow find it's way to Light or someone else. He founded the Rathan Workers Rebellion, they performed many strikes against the authorities.

He snuck under a quarters where a meeting was being held, he put together some arcane magic that doesn't mix well, and the room erupted into flames. He attacked them with his band of companions, until they brought in a heavily armoured guard, there was a long struggle with the tides constantly turning between him and Lark, until smoke started to rise. Lark bode his time, charging dark magic into his fist, he then smashed the guard in the stomach, winding him. He was then forced to take a breath of air causing the smoke to rush in and burn his lungs, then more guard's rushed in and captured him. He was to be executed tommorow at dusk...