"It will take all that is good and right in this world to overcome the challenges that lie before us. Allies between peoples and nations that have long harbored dislike and hatred for one another must put aside the differences that continue to separate us. An evil is coming the likes of which have not been seen since the first days, since when the gods of old breathed life onto this world. If we stay divided, if those that treasure life and freedom refuse to work together, I fear that we already may be lost."
Exerpt from the personal journal of Vladamir Prokofski
Alexander (Lord of the Night):
December 14th, 1577
Gaea, its great beastial face turned towards you, grunts in surpise, "You would spurn an invitation from Lady Summer? Very well mage, I will take your rejection to my Lady, but be warned, in the coming conflict even you who wield the powers of the arcane will need allies. It is unwise, bordering on foolish to turn your back on those that would offer aid out of some misguided sense of human perception."
Before you are even able to respond, a sudden heat fills your veins, as if fire was trying to consume you from the inside out permeates your body. Though it is uncomfortable, it is not painful. The glade around you disappears from view, the last thing you see is Gaea, walking from the glade, an unmistakeable look of saddness on his great face.
Cold and dark assail you as the cavern you were once in materializes around you and you are dropped into the midst of the battle that continued on in your absence.
Alexander (Lord of the Night)
, Livoc (Romero's Own)
, Robin (Bane_of_Kings)
, Bishop Anders (Anilar)
, & Henry (HOGGLORD)
: You all hear a thundering noise, as if a huge host of cavalry was bearing down on you. Ahead of the noise that seems to radiate from the back wall of the amphitheatre, behind where Prokofski had been speaking, the scent of wildflowers, fresh grass after a summer rain, and honey permeates the large room. With a blinding flash of light a opening, a working of magic far greater than you could imagine, slowly ripples open and through it come a host of centaur warriors. Great beast of the Summer Court that crash into the amphitheatre, the sound of their hooves on the stone echoing around the chamber. The small creatures, almost in unison shriek and flee. The ones closest to the opening get trampled as the Centaurs hack and slash their way to the trolls on the other side of the room. Putting aside whatever feelings you harbor toward the Fae, you can see that the arrival of these formidable warriors is a turning of the tide. The each bear a pair of long curved swords that they use in a whirling fashion that belies their size. In no time at all the Centaurs, working in pairs, have cut down 6 of the 12 remaining trolls. As the trolls fall, the small creatures all be vanish in their haste to flee. This doesn't happen quickly enough for all of them and each of you is able to kill another 2-3 as they try and run.
Eira (Lord Ramo):
The damage you are able to do to the trolls wrist barely annoys it and you can feel your ribs beginning to constrict, blackness flitting at the edges of your vision. You have enought time to think that this is the end, that your death will come at the hands of this raging beast, before you black out. Oddly you feel the sensation of falling, then a jarring impact at that snaps your eyes open. The cold stone beneath your cheek forces a ragged breath into sore lungs. As you blearily peer towards the troll, you see and older man, his sword shining like the noon day sun engage the beast. His swordsmanship beyond peer, a strange nimbus of light around him, he goads the beast into hasty strikes that fail to meet their mark. You see the trolls severed hand still clutched around you. You feel that you may be able to pry it off, but what do you do from there? You see a spear, excellently crafted, its blade etched with strange runes laying nearby, its owner still cluthing the haft, but his head is a mass of blood pulp, crushed by one of the massive trolls. Free yourself and take up the spear.
Tulessantisidhe takes flight, his wings buzzing in a steady hum as he raises himself up to stare into your face. "There is something odd about you mortal," he says almost matter of factly, like he can read something in the depths of your eyes, "Fate swirls around you in a strange way." Shaking himself, muttering to himself, "If you want to know more, payment must be made." Not letting you ask anything about what he is saying, he spins in mid-air, his pensive look replaced quickly by a knowing and mischieveous smile. "Come along fleshling, my Lady awaits." He leads you out of the garden glen, through natural places, the beauty of which almost drives other thoughts from your mind. Great distances seem to leap by in the blink of any eye as you walk behind the tiny fae. Though it is difficult to concentrate, the strangeness of the Tulesantiside and his strange pronouncement is foremost in your mind, as he leads you to a great wall of brambles. Interspaced between thorns that seem to grow to a foot long are the most beautiful roses you have ever laid eyes on. In the wall, two great doors made of still living oakwood bar your path. Uncertain as to what you will find on the other side you push on them and as they open a bright light blinds you and a voice musical, alluring, tempting calls out to you, "Welcome warrior, I am Aurora, Lady of Summer, Keeper of the Spring Flame, and Guardian of the West."
[For those of you that were signed up for this RP that do not have an update, it is because you have not posted for sometime and I am moving your characters to an NPC status. If you wish to rejoin the RP I am more than happy to have you, just get with me and I will get you an update.]