beetle 2761 Share Posted March 25 [Please Do Not Metagame The Following] Spoiler Peace is what Eriantiel was looking for, instead finding herself at the square of her city amongst the chaos of battle. Númendil guards and knights running towards the towers with their bows as the dark mist grew closer, pouring like never before. She stayed behind, seeking shelter in the tavern. Her hand rested on the hilt of her beloved sword, watching the gatehouse with a nervous glaze. An ‘ame kept her company, conversing over her sword. It didn’t take long for things to turn south as a familiar group of cultists approached, swinging their weapons to those close by. The ‘ame had stood in front of her, shielding her from any attack. But none came their way as he took the Princess’ hand. “Follow me.” And so she did, following right behind him. Confusion had washed over her, why was the elf protecting her? Why was he willing to risk his own life to save her? She knew he wasn’t an ally or family friend of the Royal Family. Then, what was it? The princess looked over her shoulder as the chase began, made up of cultists and Númendil knights. A realization happened, calling out a name to the crowd, “GLYNDWR!” in hopes of him coming to the same conclusion as she did. The endgame was her. Turning the corner brought them to a new location in a blink of an eye, she wasn’t in her Kingdom anymore. It was nothing like her lands, it was something completely unfamiliar; a terror of sorts. Nothing could’ve prepared her for what was next. All the spars and training from the Tar and the Knight Commander meant nothing now. A creature of an exoskeleton structure brought an unforgiving torment to the pair, battering them until they were barely conscious. Then it stopped as if it was alarmed, suddenly dragging them to a bulky heart, holding them down. A radiant beam broke through the hollow, a grand of voices screamed and yelled throughout the empty lands, calling for the Princess. It was her people coming to rescue her. Glyndwr, Idris, Ezequiel, Rowena, Rossiel, Elentirien, Belegorn, Camulos, Baranor and more - her hope. “Eriantiel? May you pray with me?” “I suppose.” The cultists returned, accompanied by more creatures of the hollow. A new battle sparked between the Kingdom and the foe. The princess’ mind screamed for them to stop, but it was never spoken. The creature tossed the ‘ame aside, chaining Eriantiel into iron casts, attached to the front of the core. Blood dripped down from her frame, her head hanging low, barely being able to see any of the commotion happening before her. The cultists began to chant, approaching closer to the royal, beginning their ritual. “Everlasting and Almighty Father, who commandeth the waves, judgeth the dead and forgiveth the penitent, whose name is the most hallowed and most glorified, grant, we beseech Thee, our petitions on this day.” It towered over the Princess, raising it’s blade, striking into her. Agonized cries escaped her, as her breaths came in shallow gasps. She pleaded for the beast to cease the attack, falling on deaf ears. “Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Grant peace in our time and the conversion of all sinners, heretics and heathens.” A light shined through the hollow, portals opening on each side of the beating heart. Armored guards stepped through, running to be of aide. The creature stopped it’s attack, turning it’s focus to the new opponent. With the both forces of the Númendil guards and the Traitors, they went to slaughter the creatures. The Traitors went to retrieve the Princess and the ‘ame, freeing them from the iron shackles. As they approached the portal, the Princess tried to protest as she didn't want to be taken by the Traitors; she wanted to return home. To her family and her people. Her oldest brother, Anorhil, had approached the core, with a sword in hand. Eriantiel extended a weak hand in his direction, hoping he would stop them from taking her. He gave a quick glance to her, no expression. He made his choice. The prince turned his attention back to the heart in front of him, raising his sword, piercing through the organ. “UTÚLIE'N AURĒ!” In an instant, Eriantiel had an epiphany before going through the Traitor's portal, falling into a deep sleep. Her own brother, the one who is supposed to protect her, betrayed her. “Amen.” Spoiler ooc: shoutout to daengie and strongbear for the amazing event that went down a few days ago i'm extremely honored to have been a part of it !! shoutout to the rest of the numendil community for pulling up and making this a fun experience ps check out strong's post too 22 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BoyWonderr 148 Share Posted March 25 Spoiler 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
carebear 441 Share Posted March 25 Princess Rowena had given chase after Eriantiel and the 'ame who escorted her, rounding the corner of the alleyway to stumble upon the portal. She had marched in with the rest, the little 10-year-old with her trusty mace, intending to try and save her fellow Princess. Instead, she learned a brutal truth of the world. Sometimes, you lose the battle. Sometimes, you lose a friend. Spoiler hehehhehe trauma go brrrrrr 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pepto 292 Share Posted March 25 Commander Glyndwr entered his office. He slapped some parchments down onto the desk, pouring over them. Schedules, inventory, reports. Guards to be added. Guards to be removed. Funeral pyres and alchemical orders. A hard day, but not the worst. He pulled a bottle from his desk, Grandaxe Whiskey, pouring two cups, sliding one to the end of the desk. "You not drinking tonight?" He asked across the room, the words bouncing around the otherwise empty walls. A moment of silence, realization, as he absent-mindedly wrote away like any other day, before looking up. An empty couch, a dying fire. Paintings lining the wall and a statue of his Father's bust, all bought and sourced for him. By Her. The Princess who so often kept him company as he grumbled away in that office, away from whatever troubles waited outside. A sigh, flowing from his nostrils as he chewed his inner lip, worry laden across his face. This night, the parchments would be the distraction, as the untended fire faded and the room grew cold. Spoiler 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SimplySeo 5274 Share Posted March 25 Elsewhere- Another brother strains to recover from his blessing- Training hard so he might rescue his sister. Through strained, panted breath, Aranuir remarks. . . "I'll find you Eri- I promise." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crabby 49 Share Posted March 25 "i'm coming for you, eri." Ezequiel muttered, sharpening his sword before placing it in its sheathe as he took a stand, a blank expression on his face as he looked towards the forest. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DragonofTaters 470 Share Posted March 25 A woman sat in the corner of the tavern. Somber expression set, near enough a scowl. In her hand sat a small piece of oak. Carefully she whittled away at it to reveal the form of a wolf. Mutters fell from her lips. Spoken for the benefit of none save herself. A litany of names...then a pause. "Yours will not be added, princess. When I get my hands on Haldir..." Cursing under her breath, the blade was allowed to slice through her hand. Ichor pooling in the gash to be smeared across the lupine totem. "Even this warden won't be able to save that boy." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AstriaS 3710 Share Posted March 25 Tar-Caraneth Aryantë misses her daughter. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TN_TURKEY 101 Share Posted March 25 "She's alive." Another brother insists late at night, pouring over maps, logistical records, scouting reports. Anything, everything he could get his hands on to assist in the endeavors to come. "She's alive. And we're bringing her home." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HugoAntero 750 Share Posted March 25 Peter Stroheim had not caught sleep for many days and nights, fearing the loss of another daughter. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Destructokeith 621 Share Posted March 26 Idris stood atop the tower of Formindon, his cloak billowing in the cold evening winds, his sole eye locked on the traitors walls. How long he stood there he didn't know, hours? days even? his cold glare cut short by a hand placed lovingly on his shoulder by his soon to be wife. "I will get her back, and ill cut through every last one of them if I must" he says to his Fiancée before they turn inside the castle once more. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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