Alras Reborn: The High King Returns

[Samson Option 9652]

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[youlovesocks 652]

Kayne walks out of his manor, saying "hi" to High King Syrio as he passes, "Where's Danur, friend?"

[BurntToast74 183]

*laughs "Feck Ruska!"

[Seventh / Ryan 93]

*Gently tugs down his hood, scanning the document. Nodding as he reads, a soft smile touches his lips.*

"Let me be your sword and shield once more, dear Alras..."

 

*As he begins to turn, he notices a flicker out of the corner of his eye. Recognizing a familiar face, he eases. He nods to his sellsword companion.*

 

"Aye, Seventh, we're requested back bay te Caravan master, 'est we b'headen back, yeah?" *He says with a heavy Dwarven accent.*

 

*Seventh scans the document once more, before putting it away, turning on his heels.* "Aye, we should."

 

--Seventh

[CountJuno88 230]

*breathing in the cool morning sea breeze, Malken Valdant stands upon the deck of an Alrasian ship looking towards the horizon where the sun has just begun to crest. As a deckhand approaches him, a falcon swoops down from the low clouds and lands upon the railing.  "News from the mainland, Lord Viceroy," the deckhand asks as Malken unties the note hanging around the falcon's neck. He unrolls and examines the note carefully whilst the deckhand shifts from one anxious foot to another. With a heavy sigh, Malken begins walking towards the ship's stern and ascends the stairs leading to the upper deck.

"Signal the flagship. Notify the High King that our return has been announced." A crewman standing beside the helm jumps to attention and dashes off to the side of the boat where he sifts through multi-colored flags. Grabbing two blue ones, he holds them straight out in front of him towards the direction of the flagship and then quickly raises them above his head. A few moments later, the same colored flags and motions are relayed back to Malken from the flagship signaling that the message has been received.

 

"Is this really it, M'lord? Do we finally get to go home," the deckhand asks nervously while they all wait for their orders from the High King.

"Aye. I believe it does, crewman, but I don't think it shall be the home you remember," Malken replies.

"Home is home, M'lord, but it should be nice to stay in one place again. On ground that isn't quite as temperamental as the sea," the deckhand responds with a nervous laugh.

Malken grunts in approval as they see some motion upon the flagship. Two green flags held out to either side of the crewman's body. He raises both of them above his head and then points them towards the rising sun. "This is it, lads," Malken announces to the crew of his ship. "The time we've been waiting for since the return of the High Queen to our fleet!"

The crew begins to cheer and throw their hats up into the air as Malken navigates to the railing of the upper deck looking out over the main deck. "Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen! We sail towards the rising sun! We sail to Alras!"

[BurntToast74 183]

*breathing in the cool morning sea breeze, Malken Valdant stands upon the deck of an Alrasian ship looking towards the horizon where the sun has just begun to crest. As a deckhand approaches him, a falcon swoops down from the low clouds and lands upon the railing.  "News from the mainland, Lord Viceroy," the deckhand asks as Malken unties the note hanging around the falcon's neck. He unrolls and examines the note carefully whilst the deckhand shifts from one anxious foot to another. With a heavy sigh, Malken begins walking towards the ship's stern and ascends the stairs leading to the upper deck.

"Signal the flagship. Notify the High King that our return has been announced." A crewman standing beside the helm jumps to attention and dashes off to the side of the boat where he sifts through multi-colored flags. Grabbing two blue ones, he holds them straight out in front of him towards the direction of the flagship and then quickly raises them above his head. A few moments later, the same colored flags and motions are relayed back to Malken from the flagship signaling that the message has been received.

 

"Is this really it, M'lord? Do we finally get to go home," the deckhand asks nervously while they all wait for their orders from the High King.

"Aye. I believe it does, crewman, but I don't think it shall be the home you remember," Malken replies.

"Home is home, M'lord, but it should be nice to stay in one place again. On ground that isn't quite as temperamental as the sea," the deckhand responds with a nervous laugh.

Malken grunts in approval as they see some motion upon the flagship. Two green flags held out to either side of the crewman's body. He raises both of them above his head and then points them towards the rising sun. "This is it, lads," Malken announces to the crew of his ship. "The time we've been waiting for since the return of the High Queen to our fleet!"

The crew begins to cheer and throw their hats up into the air as Malken navigates to the railing of the upper deck looking out over the main deck. "Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen! We sail towards the rising sun! We sail to Alras!"

BADASS!

[Vekrus 396]

[Now this is legit.]

[Samson Option 9652]

With a bend of his knee, his hand wavering as the arthritic aching ebbed and flowed, Sertorius picked up the bottle. With a fumble of veinous and lazy fingers, Khagan coughing intermittently due to his recent tokes, he slipped out the letter from the bottle. With eyes scarlet and a mind numb, he cracks a smile upon reading. The Alras sacked- the Alras plundered- set about to tarry with the continent of Anthos and woest be Khagan that he had no horde to recommit to tastier loins of gold. It dawned upon Sertorius, the contemplation of assisting Alras, perhaps it would occur.

 

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[TEEbrown 348]

"Old Alras, our old enemy... 'as toime changed ye? Er will th' Ire'eart run nation of the dwarves turn its blade towards ye from past actions against dere kin. Onleh toime will tell."

[Shoi 173]

-Each long stride careful, as one more her royal white gown lined in deep blues and accented in thin silver pearls. Her fingers ran along mahogany carved desk in the Admirals quarters, only to pause on an old tattered leather bound book. Her fingers gentle yet firm lifted the ancient tome, flicking through the warped water stained pages. Dull aqua irises absorbed the old handwriting barely legible, recalling their once crisp measure of the quill that scribed them.

 

"After all these years, he managed to keep this..."

 

Her whisper tone rasps from her lips as she hears the shuttering of feet along the deck. Her head turned as she walked slightly towards the door pausing to listen the chatter and clatter. Her once pure white hair had become lined with streaks of silver, possibly from age or stress. Still her face barely aged, save for the light scar before her left ear. She shook her head and turned as if looking for something, then peered back towards the mahogany desk. Peering past the rolls of books and maps.

 

Softly she placed the book back down on the edge of the desk. Gently biting her lower lip as she found what she originally was looking for. The mark of what she had become and barely knowing how to manage the title. She walked to the middle of the desk as she reached forward to the glass top box. Carefully lifting the cover, she took the find crafted crown into her hands. Admiring the craftsmanship with her fingertips over the deep blue and lighter blue hued gems along the silver crown. This time would be different, for Alras was home and the whispers of the Ascended no longer called.-

[IrishPerson 693]

(( Yay~

 

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[Giga 357]

*The Hooded Soothsayer gazes over the glyphs, her eyes blazing with purple light under her hood at the return of the King of Alras*

[Overland 349]

Devon Overland walks along with the beach, smelling the salty air on a patrol around the Wolvengard base of Crowsfoot. He looks forward, towards the wilds dock. A shining object catches his eye and he proceeds to stroll over to investigate it. He looks down onto it and then bends over to pick it up, smiling slightly after retrieving and reading the message. 
  "The High King of Alras is returning?" he mumbles to himself, "... And Alras, I wonder where they'll settle"
  Devon proceeds to walk back to Crowsfoot, mumbling various things about Alras as walks back.
 

OOC:

This is so exciting. I hope this all turns out well.

[Arkelos 1027]

As Kyral awakens, she mumbles at the crowd gathered at the noticeboard outside her Malinorian home, raising a curious brow. Her aching body, tired from the Scourge 'Attack' on Malinor paying a heavy toll on her leg strength as she grabbed her staff, setting it aside as she adjusted her veil, giving a light sigh.

 

She clutched her staff gently, fixing her dress as she mumbled, giving the Frost Tower outside her house a glare, something had to be done about that as well, ruining her view of Malinor and its people. She would make her way downstairs, grabbing her prepared rations as she placed them into her pouch on her hip, striding out slowly with her staff in her right hand.

 

As she neared the group, she could hear echos of a familiar name, Syrio. She raised both brows in high curiosity, striding into the crowd as she went to read the note.

 

Her jaw dropped, recalling the history books of Alras in which she had used to try and reclaim the merchant nation in Asulon, giving both a look of sorrow and a look of surprised mixed. She shook her head, mumbling how this could be a hoax, but that she would need to delve deeper, and investigate. Walking off in a brisk pace back to her home to relax.

[Dalek348 1962]

Legionnaire_Fyrste_Dalek wonders where his friends Delios, Dunhagen, Rasun, Algoda and Lobster are