the woods are lovely dark and deep

POSTED: Thu Jun 06, 2019 3:36 pm

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Apologies for the wait!

How he despised cities. Hoofbeats resounded on hard juts of stone as the speckled stallion’s dark rider urged him forward with an ever present scowl. He eyed the fallen structures, the barren walls, and grotesque unnatural colors with the utmost contempt. But so too did he see the vines, choking weeds, and thriving grasses that poked up between the cracks in their ancient facades. This was what pleased him- the emergence of nature as time wore away all traces of the despicable two-legged wretches who thought themselves gods. Clearly this was Nanin’s triumph. Athras could almost see the marks in the earth where he trampled the ground, hear the thunderous beats of his hooves. What a day that must have been when at last his god had sundered the human’s grip on his horns and taken back what was truly his. Theirs. Slowly, Athras would see it all come to ruin. He prayed for forests to retake the earth and stain it verdant green, but even his beloved stag-god did not hold such power.

He picked through the bones of the ruined landscape carefully, sticking to paths that had the most natural growth and least instability. It was rough going for the stallion. Hasufel stumbled from time to time and Athras often had to coax him to continue on. When they saw the first trees, he diverted the stallion south for if there were trees there would also be life. He wasn’t wrong.

The nearer they drew to the dark pines, the more trails of scent greeted his nose. At some point they strengthened, numerous- a solid wall that warned: no further! He drew the stallion to a halt and dismounted. Before them stretched a forest of dark pines, their number so dense they shut out the light far ahead. Athras longed to continue, to bathe himself in their shadow and breathe the fragrant air, but respect for this strange new power kept him in place. Though it did not stop him from planting a palm against one of the trees. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. This wood was old, it boasted a presence unmatched by all but Taur’s claim of Caledonia. He hadn’t felt anything like it since and was nearly humbled by it’s power, and the memory of his fallen home. Slowly, he opened his eyes and lifted his head to let loose a song deep and smooth. For whoever dwelled here, they were worthy of his respect.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 06, 2019 7:24 pm

Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

There was not much that could be said or done in regards to recent events. Bringing up anything about the betrothals would probably either be met with a slight disgust, as seemed to be the case when she had spoken with Brocade, or perhaps there were those that would see nothing wrong with it. Maybe there wasn't to them, but the entire practice was forcing others together.

And the one union that was getting together for something other than being forced or for a loveless politic gain was her.. and even the Boss couldn't care less about it. Idrieus was of the belief that actions spoke louder than words. When she sought to make such a big deal out of Brocade's betrothal and spend such little time on everyone else, having the least to say about the one that should have been a meaningful union, the Paladin held nothing but disgust for her leader.

And O'Riley, well he wasn't much better. He just stood at her side, going along with anything she said or did. It was a wonder if he had a will to be his own leader or if he was just another puppet under her lead.

The dog woman paced along the borders, rapier resting gently at her side. Much of her day had been taken up by her duties, be them Shield or to her own restoration project. A fair amount of progress had been made, and it wouldn't be too long before her project would see its end goal. There was no telling what she might do with the old books.. rather how to dispose of them.

Though the readable ones had been restored to a new written format, there was something to be said for the old books that had lasted for this long.

Idrieus' attention was brought back to the present patrol when she heard the sound of someone in the distance. Normally, either Outsiders were too dumb, wandering into the borders, and usually meeting their end, or if they made a call then they were here to join. Had this been the case?

Moving her hand down to her rapier's grip, she paced towards the sound, finding the earthy and dark shaded man. She couldn't help but think he looked like another male she had come across before when she had gone looking outside of the borders. He held his hand against one of the trees, and he was alone.

Stalking closer to the man, her eyes narrowed on him, her curled tail straightening out slightly to show her dominance over him, "What is your purpose here?" He was an Outsider, though she had refrained from using the word. She had been in his position once, an Outsider. It was more suitable for trespassers. At least this one was far smarter than them.

+400 words.

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POSTED: Fri Jun 14, 2019 3:25 pm

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The bark bit into his palm, the pad giving way to it’s many ridges as he waited in the calm and quiet. Darkness black and familiar bade him enter, a siren song to the son of druids as birds flitted and chirped overhead. How he longed to delve into it’s depths and swathe himself in shadow like a specter of a bygone age. But he curbed his desires and stood upon the threshold, silent as the stalwart pines. It was not long until a member of this strange new land greeted him, a dog of vibrant patterns- and his observant gaze fell immediately to the blade at her hip. His own dagger was concealed beneath his robe, belted in a hidden sheath at his hip.

The woman spoke no pleasantries, her questions were focused and direct as well as her entire demeanor. Athras’s gaze sharpened at this, taking her in. “I didn’t know 'here' existed.” He said. “But color me intrigued.”

“I am Lord Athras Eryn of fallen Caledonia.” He bent slightly forward in a mild but courtly bow. “I was on my way south when I discovered your borders.” His cyan eyes glanced around the forest’s edge, peering with unguarded interest into the landscapes beyond. “What do you call this place?”

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POSTED: Sun Jun 16, 2019 5:47 pm

Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

His gaze had sharpened once she had made her appearance to him. It was such an odd sight, the man moving his hand along the wood of the tree like he had never seen anything like it before. When she spoke up to him, he had explained he didn't even know that here even existed. His wording on the answer was strange to say the least. It was clear that he was probably new to the area if he was saying something like that.

Even so, he had admitted he had been interested in this land he came across. He was certainly smarter than most, so she had to give him a tiny bit of credit. He was still male, and so close to their lands.

Any encounter with an Outsider could be tricky, especially when it came to those who knew nothing of Salsola. There were those that were prospective members, but such were invited to the kingdom or came from the Outpost, not wandered up to the borders for such a thing. It was a wonder what kind of information was worth giving away. Though, the sound of this man's home would be something worth bring up to Elphaba as well as some of the other members of the Shield.

There were newcomers not far from here.

He introduced himself, a lord to a fallen kingdom. Instinct kept the Paladin's hand over the grip of her weapon, waiting in case something were to happen. Her gaze never fell from the man, "That title doesn't mean much if you are from a place that doesn't exist anymore." It was a place that had fallen. He was not a lord anymore.

Hesitant to share sensitive information to such a stranger, it would have been nice to have someone else here with her. The tip of her tail gave a small lash, before she straightened herself back out, "Why should I part that information with someone like you?"

+300 words.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 20, 2019 3:35 pm

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His lips twitched at the woman’s crisp reply, a fact he had both acknowledged and denied in a single breath. Caledonia, as he had known it, was gone. It was now a land of usurpers, wretches and low-lives that sought to own and squander their great wealth. They had burned the ancient trees of Taur’s sacred forest, and scattered the many lives it’s bounty had supported to the winds, drowning some in pools of their own blood as blades and bows laid them low. But those that survived had gathered miles to the west, in their eyes his title remained and it was their eyes he valued above all. What did she know of his people. What did she care.

“Optimism.” He supplied with a pleasant enough smile, though it was tight-lipped. “There are a few of us who yet live, and they require guidance. I am well placed to assist.”

She was a wary thing, imposing with her muscle and the ever-present threat of her hand upon the sword’s hilt. Nevertheless, he continued. He had little choice. “Because, while we are all but refugees now, we fully intend to return to the wealth and esteem we had before. But, to do that, we require,” it pained him to admit this, but with the same tight-lipped smile he continued. “Aid. With the promise of returning the favor down the road.” He glanced again to the lands beyond where the pair of them stood, as if expecting to see another pair of eyes watching from the undergrowth.

“Is there someone else I should speak to?” He wondered. “Kings and queens do not often patrol their own borders, forgive me, if I’m asking too much. I’ve no doubt that you are a skilled and capable woman. But would this not be better served in the proper setting?” It was a risk, he was aware, and while he pondered the speed with which she could wield her blade, he gave her the same respect he would any lord or lady of the four clans of Caledonia. Politics were in his blood, and had been for generations. His skill had not decayed in the wake of Caledonia’s fall.

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