The Chronicles of Mystria: Times of Sorrow I

[Crystal Spires]

"I want to come, and I figure it'll make a good story if I come back. If not, well, I only have a couple more years left in me anyways."

"Still what about your boy? He'll be left alone won't he?" Jabrill said as he thought sadly of how painful that would be for him if it was his family, but he remembered he had none also.

"As you your form of execution Jabrill it would either be Disembowelment or you would be beheaded. Depending of course on how the High Thane is feeling."

Jabrill slightly smiled and shrugged. "No different from what Caltris prepared to do to me before High Priestess Yorla intervened, except for the disembowelment part, that's a new one for me. That might sting."

As if I'm going to just let it happen, but now I know what'll happen if I screw up. Or this guy might just shoot me. he thought as he broke out in cold sweat and tightened his jacket. It was getting really cold and so he could expect their travels would be going through the cold, and they'd have to pass to the north beyond the mountains. It'd be a tough trek for the lot of them.

[United World Order]

Jeremiah continued his walk down the highway not sure where it would lead him but didn't care. His clothing had changed over the last couple of days. His robes were black now and his hair was still long with a pontail as he continued walking his Katana shealthed nicely as he walked. Jeremiah earlier almost had a emotional melt down from hearing voices from his mother, Voices he swore his Mother would never make at him and ultimatly suspected the Unbidden were behind it and kept walking.

[Kalron]

Raren just mounted up upon Argo and followed the group. He was finally getting out of this city and hopefully then he could start focusing on getting this harp of spectres or whatever Jabrill had called it, it seemed merely a musical instrument to him. Yet an artifact was an artifact and hopefully once finding them all their clues would lead to the flower. Then Raren could focus on defeating the unbidden. That would be a huge relief. Raren sighed as he thought of that future. Maybe it would come soon.

[Austington]

((I really wish everyone will read the entire post, because now all of a sudden we're in the street, when we were just in the tavern, it is becoming increasingly hard to fit that in IC context)) ((*cough*))

"Actually, this town was a waypoint in my journey to that very town," Fisk lied, making it sound true, "so I suppose I will join you, I mean the more the merrier right? I'll just need to get my supplies, but that shouldn't take that long, where do you suppose I could meet up with you?"

"You can meet us at the Town gates I would think but make it quick or we will leave without ye'." Gundral said jokingly. He took out a small flask from his belt and took a swig and thought to himself Cant wait till I get back to Terradin and get some more of this fine ale. Should have brought more than one flask...

"Don't wait on me if it takes too long, you couldn't hide from me," Fisk said seriously, but making his tone sound in jest and disarming, "But I should only be a few minutes." Fisk jogged off towards the centre of town

Fisk went over his mental checklist of what he needed to 'purchase.' He walked in to a crowded butcher shop, and snagged some of the salted meat on display while the butcher haggled with another customer. Fisk slinked out and walked a few buildings over to the bakery, pausing long enough to requisition some coin from a snoring man in a chair, throwing the blanket beside the man over him to make it look like he was making the man comfortable. He purchased two loaves of bread wth the pawned coin. 'That should last me a month if I hunt and forage along the way.'
He stopped into an armoury. It was quite empty, barring the two customers and shopkeep. 'This should be exciting.' He thought as he tried to come up with a way to get ome armour; worse-case scenario, he would cold-cock the owner and snag some. Fisk saw that the first purchaser had a double cross-grained layer of boiled leather moulded into armour and walked out wit it. He followed the man at a safe distance, and closed with him when he went down an alley. It was hardly a fight, with the man unable to defend himself from a surprise hit from behind. Fisk grabbed the armour and walked away, with long strides. He headed toward the gates, making one final stop at a exotic dealer, and with the last of snagged money- and some haggling- walked away with a flask of dwarven ale. He caught a glimpse of the dwarf and hurried over to him. "Here." Fisk said, handing him the flask.

[Neutraligon]

Lethuana watched as the caravan approached the city of Caltris. It had been a long time since she had run off, and she had ended up aiding and healing refugees on both sides of the border. When it was time to move on, one of the refugee families offered to take her to Caltris with them since they were going there to meet live with their family. Lethuana had agreed remembering that her comrades had been heading in that direction anyway...

[The Inritus Extraho]

"He ran off. If he wasn't alone, me going on this won't change it..." Dar'khan said, sadly, the pain growing in his heart though he knew it to be a ruse.

[Crystal Spires]

"So in other words, you're going with us in hopes of finding your son? Is that it?" Jabrill immediately was moved and put his hand on Dark'han's shoulder and nodded. "We'll help you find your son. You can come with us, and then we'll look for his whereabouts. I'm good at finding people, so we'll be able to get ahold of him sooner than you think!"

I see where he is at now. He's looking for someone important to him, so he wants to go with people who will guarantee his safety, and he already knows I'm strong and have 2 knights on my side. It'll guarantee his protection, and of course I will too. This along with the dwarven Prince Gundral will gladly make things easier for him to find his son. That's the spirit Jabrill! I feel a lot better now.

[The Inritus Extraho]

Dar'khan nodded. That's better than what I was planning, but sure. "Yeah... and I know you guys seem strong - by the Gods, you're a Seeker that's actually made progress."

[Servoth]

Dariken did like the world much more as a real corperal being instead of being the strange little alternate personallity in the back of someone's head. For one now he could smell and taste things, which had gotten him in trouble with more than a few of the female crew members on board the airship. As of right now, he had a tailor in his room fitting for a new military uniform. If he was going to destroy a city then take over the world, Dariken need to look good doing it and a great many suits and a single very boring uniform would not do that for him. As for Israphel he was now locked up in the back of Dariken's mind as the before had done to the latter for so many years....

Israphel or rather Israphel's mental projection of himself sat in a small, damp, and very dim stone cell, in the back of now, Dariken's mind. Now he was the alternate personallity, he had lost the battle of will that had been going on for 134 years. In a last attempt to warn someone of what was about to happen to the world, Israphel sat as still as possible using as much mental power as he could muster in order to send a message. Eventually he gain enough power to send as short a message to Maven.

Maven, It's me Israphel. I've lost a battle of will with an alternate and evil personallity in the back of my mind. He has taken over my body and transformed it into something complete different. But you have to warn the world of what is coming. His name is Dariken and he is going to try and take over the world. You have to warn everybody and keep them on there toes, the first city he is going to attack is a dwarf city by the name of Dorgon. Other that I can't tell you much more, before he starts to notice I've sent this message. As for trying to turn me back, there is no way to do it other than kill him, which well you can guess would kill me too. Try to persuade him if you can get close enough to him, but it is best to stay back. Goodbye friend.

[Crystal Spires]

Maven, It's me Israphel. I've lost a battle of will with an alternate and evil personallity in the back of my mind. He has taken over my body and transformed it into something complete different. But you have to warn the world of what is coming. His name is Dariken and he is going to try and take over the world. You have to warn everybody and keep them on there toes, the first city he is going to attack is a dwarf city by the name of Dorgon. Other that I can't tell you much more, before he starts to notice I've sent this message. As for trying to turn me back, there is no way to do it other than kill him, which well you can guess would kill me too. Try to persuade him if you can get close enough to him, but it is best to stay back. Goodbye friend.

Maven looked at the message for a long time without moving, he was shocked beyond words and his mind filled with fear to the point that the legendary warrior from the Seven Wars of Attrition's hand shook out of his control.

It.... can't be the truth. I can't kill Israphel. I just sent those incapable... and that knight in his direction. No. I can't just allow this to happen. If the seeker is to go against Israphel and try to harm him, well two can play at this.

To High Thane Orthur Nortek,

We have made contact with the Templar whose custody the Red Hand is in. We have convinced them to extradite him to your nation. We will expect that he will be there in a few weeks.

May the Just God watch over you,

That will certainly give them both enough time to distract each other, while I go try and stop Israphel.

[Drakensvald]

Albrect Vittlebacht left the tavern in a rush. He had forgotten something in the saddle of his dead horse. The ceremonial dagger he had been given when he was named captain. As he made his way to the main gate, he saw the dwarf he had seen before. Vittlebacht needed something to do, something he could focus on. Maybe the dwarf had some work? Albrect decided to at least ask. He made his way over to the dwarf and introduced himself.

"Excuse me, master dwarf. I am Albrect Vittlebacht. I was wondering if perhaps you had any work avalible. I hate to sound like a begger, but I need something to occupy myself with." Albrect said.

[League of Emberg]

Albrect Vittlebacht left the tavern in a rush. He had forgotten something in the saddle of his dead horse. The ceremonial dagger he had been given when he was named captain. As he made his way to the main gate, he saw the dwarf he had seen before. Vittlebacht needed something to do, something he could focus on. Maybe the dwarf had some work? Albrect decided to at least ask. He made his way over to the dwarf and introduced himself.

"Excuse me, master dwarf. I am Albrect Vittlebacht. I was wondering if perhaps you had any work avalible. I hate to sound like a begger, but I need something to occupy myself with." Albrect said.

"Greetings to you as well Master Vittlebacht, I am Gundral Ironfist son of the Thane of the Ironfist clan. As for work for ye' I am traveling to Terradin with these fine individuals," he gestured to those around him "The roads aren't as safe as they used to be not that we need help but if ye' wish I shall Hire you on as a body Guard I suppose. Now i must fetch my Ram from the Stables."

[Servoth]

The Imperial or what Dariken had renamed the airship formerly know as the Archduke, moved closer and closer to the city of Dorgon, as now one could see the lights of the city. Dariken was getting giddy, as he thought about what he would do the city. The thing about was the way he was going to destroy it, should he wipe it of the face of the planet or should he destroy most of it and rebuild it? That was the question on his mind. He had some time to think about, no one was going to try to stop. Or so he thought.

[Neutraligon]

Suddenly the car began to slow. Lethuana turned there were more people now.

We must be getting close to the city now, traffic is picking up

But the people on the road did not seem like normal merchants and travelers, and there was a sense of unease in the air.The driver turned and looked back at his family;

"I don't like this It shouldn't be like this, even with refugees, something isn't right."

[Crystal Spires]

Gates of Caltris

The Unrest at the gates had reached a fever pitch and the refugees and those from the war had been arguing with the guardsmen.

"We can't let anyone in at the moment. There was an unbidden incursion and at the moment the Domestic Defense forces are spread thin. They need some time to process all the papers. I'm sorry, you'll need to wait longer here. "

"But we need to get inside, the healers are needed in the Valsei protectorate!"

"We need them more at Mephiste city."

"The State of Anherc is more dire. We need to get them there fast"

"Please keep order! The healers are not in a fit state to go anywhere."

[Neutraligon]

Gates of Caltris

The Unrest at the gates had reached a fever pitch and the refugees and those from the war had been arguing with the guardsmen.

"We can't let anyone in at the moment. There was an unbidden incursion and at the moment the Domestic Defense forces are spread thin. They need some time to process all the papers. I'm sorry, you'll need to wait longer here. "

"But we need to get inside, the healers are needed in the Valsei protectorate!"

"We need them more at Mephiste city."

"The State of Anherc is more dire. We need to get them there fast"

"Please keep order! The healers are not in a fit state to go anywhere."

"How can we survive without our doctors, My son is sick let us in"
The crowd got angrier and angrier, and then a a dagger was pulled and...

Lethuana watched in shock and horror as the group turned from a crowd into a mob.

[The Inritus Extraho]

Dar'khan frowned, and then pulled at Jabrill. "My boy!" he said quickly, and pulled Jabrill into the crowd as he ran in, looking for his son.

[Crystal Spires]

The huge mob began to create a big commotion and Jabrill watched in horror as the guardsmen fired at the refugees. The refugees became more infuriated and then began to crowd the gate entrance. The Caravan was tipped over as the people tried to cover themselves from the bolts of the crossbow. Jabrill moved in for a closer look.

What on earth is going on? The streets are going crazy. Some sort of angry mob by the gates. I better go stop people from killing each other while I still can.

He felt himself being pulled into the crowd suddenly and became overwhelmed by the people.

WHOA HOLD ON!

[The Inritus Extraho]

Dar'khan tugged at Jabrill again. "Come on!" he said, "stop trying to stop us!" he continued, and pulled him deeper into the crowd.

[League of Emberg]

Gundral looked over at the gathering mob and back to Albrect "Master Vittlebacht I believe it is time to do something the guards look like they will be overwhelmed." he drew his pistol and Axe. He ran up to the closest guard "Who is in command of this gate? I and my Friend here shall help you."

[Crystal Spires]

"Where's your boy? I'll come it's just hard to ack-Let's hurry and get out of here!" Jabrill said as he followed Dark'han.

Jabrill took Dark'han's hand and followed him through the crowd looking for a sign as to where his son was.

Samuel's kid. I don't know what he looks like. I wonder if there's a way. Oh right.

"Hey which way is he going?" Jabrill asked as he followed Dark'han.

[Neutraligon]

The huge mob began to create a big commotion and Jabrill watched in horror as the guardsmen fired at the refugees. The refugees became more infuriated and then began to crowd the gate entrance. The Caravan was tipped over as the people tried to cover themselves from the bolts of the crossbow. Jabrill moved in for a closer look.

When the cart was turned over Lethuana was thrown out. dazed but uninjured she slowly tried to get herself orientated. The noise was terrible around her people were falling, crying out and injured. She had never seen anything so horrifying before.

Terror slowly filled her, the group had mentioned doctors...She could help, but in this mob what would happen to her if she spoke up, if she started to treat people. Would she be overrun?

[The Inritus Extraho]

Dar'khan cursed and twisted in the crowd, suddenly heading the other direction and vanishing almost instantly - except for the hand that still gripped Jabrill's forearm - in the huddle of people.

[Drakensvald]

Albrect drew his Bastard sword and readied his shield as he took a position next to Gundral. He had delth with his fair share of riots before. Although most of the time the riotrs would come to their senses once they saw a strong, armed response. He didn't know how the people here were though, or how desprite they were for whatever it was they had decided to riot. He kept himself at the ready, waiting for his new employers orders.

[Crystal Spires]

Jabrill rushed through the crowd and they surged through the gates trying to find 'Samuel's son'. Feeling 'Samuel's' hand gripping his forearm tightly trying not to lose him in the crowd.

"Where are we going Samuel? The city's that way." Jabrill said with a confused expression.

The feeling of being guided through the crowd was better than having to force his way through so he let Samuel push his way through.

"I can't see your son. Where did he go?" Jabrill asked as he caught his breath now that they had mostly squeezed through the mob.