The Warrior's Expedition

[Cracker 4570]

Gorgul grunts loudly. The compliment had confused him; she had went from an aggressive stance to one which had an utmost sympathy, respect, and feeling for. He knew that elves had always complaint and scorn for the Orcs, and the shifting demeanor of Syrtha's tone had disgruntled him. Was she of trickery, simply to appease?

"I spoke my word. I stand with the House of Silverblade, I have not seen why this island remain not under a joint domain."

He pauses for a moment, shifting his jaw to and fro to speak a language he was an alien to.

"Why does the defense of an island...hide in trees? Strength hidden, this is just reckless. I am not of approval."

Standing tall above his seated peers, Gorgul remarks.

"I do not wish for Nicolas to speak for me. But his words are of this moment true. I have no reason to not consider him an ally. As for this ordeal, my mind is not shifted. But I will await for further word.

And please stop calling me a gentle human. I am not human, nor gentle."

[Cethis Vincrute 13]

Cethis raises his head from his writings,rubbing his eyes as he takes the note from the messenger he reads it over, his face quickly being masked by anger. Shaking he rises from his seat, walking upstairs he removes his royal clothing, putting on a rough tunic and pants,turning to his chest he walks over to it, opening it and removing the chain-mail, throwing it on he pulls out his armor, he raises the breastplate and begins to strap it on. The striking white armor covering him fully he walks through Holm, knocking on the doors of his guards and navy he brings them to the square, demanding their attention. Tapping his blade he speaks in a harsh tone, his eyes traveling over each and every one of his men, and women.

"Men and women of Holm! I have just received word from our allies, and friends, the elves. The Silverblades have come to their land! They came to their lands, talking of peace, but behind them, stood an army! These are our friends and allies! I will not stand for them to be treated like this! To arms men! Gather your weapons and armor, half of you will stay here. Half of you will be coming with me. Those in the navy,ready the ships. All others, get ready to board!"

Turning away he heads in the direction of the military district, taking the lift down, taking a torch from the wall he walks along the pathway, stopping next to Roberts office and slamming the door open, striding in he looks at Robert. Sitting up Robert looks at Cethis, his red cloak hanging on the back of his chair as he takes his cigar away from his mouth, nodding his head to Cethis he speaks in a posh accent.

"Come sit down Your Majesty,a bottle of whiskey or a cigar maybe?"

Cethis shakes his head as he walks to the chair, placing his hands on the back of it he leans forward, looking at Robert, his hands gripping the wood tightly and his body shaking from his rage

"Not now Robert. Get your arse up above and deal with the navy, we are going to Malinor with an army, and I will explain on the way."

Pushing himself up from the chair he walks away, Robert following close behind. Stopping at Titania's house he pounds his fist on the door, his voice harsh and cold as he shouts.

"Titania get ready to go! Get your bow, and your armor. Your military needs you to lead it!"

Turning away he walks to the docks, setting foot upon his flagship, the H.M.S. Emperor. Walking to the port side of the ship he leans against the rails, looking out at sea as he listens to his men prepare. Turning away he motions for Titania and Robert to follow, leading them below ship and showing them several of the new attachments to the ship. Leaving them he walks to the captains quarters, sitting removing his helm as he lets out a deep sigh. Placing it on the table he leans back, closing his eyes and drifting off as the navy begins piloting the ship away from the docks, two other boats following suit.

Speaking softly to himself he muses, removing his gauntlet and rubbing his chin

"And so.. the long winter shall end.. gone are the days they think the elves, Holm, and the others, are weak. If they do not back down.. or change the way they treat us. A fight they shall have."

[Braxis 813]

*Uthor Sighs and shifts in his armor and pulls out a scroll and hands it to one of the Eight Soldiers that Followed. and instructs him to Take his scroll tired of having rub his armor making an annoyimg sound. Then Uthor ponders hoping nothing bad will happen so provoke his brother who is already short-tempered.Knowing his brother already had a copy in his Cabin in the Ship

[[ Void the scroll did not check my inbox and was behind in rp that made it null]]

*Uthor shifts over to the Window and watches the City life. He smiles as he sees half of his and His brothers Army are inside the City of Normander only with their weapons at this side and minor bits of armor on not causing trouble promoting Trade within the area.*

*He smiles, knowing the men have swarmed into the city and followed the Rex,Kyral, James nad Uthor and Nico since they all had been at see for many months. And they wanted to get on land and talk to other people and calm thier needs before sailing out again.*

*He rubs his chin as he sees one of the Soldiers buy a something odd but shrugs not judging the men who server with undying loyalty. He then Looks to James then apporches him and speaks to him on the other side of the room only James and Uthor's men hearing his words.*

"Things got heated fast...lets hope they cool before anything else happens...knowing Nico's temper if one more thing was to go amiss or bad. It may get the better of him and useless bloodspill may happen. I pray it does not but the Light works in odd ways.

[Cracker 4570]

Gorgul yawns as the scroll is being read out aloud. He mutters with haste

"The Orcs are not mentioned. I did not come here for no reason."

(voided)

[Nico 121]

(( Please void Braxis' post until further notice. ))

[Nico 121]

((Please void Braxis's last RP post until further notice.))

[Mingpow321 285]

Arn clears his throat, stepping into the council room. He turns to Sythra and bows his head, repeating the action in the direction of the Rex and the Silverblades.

"Hello ladies, gentlemen, and gen- orcs, I come forward today to represent the Island of ArmaLuna. It was but a few elven weeks ago that I was informed of Malinor's annexation of our Island. I must say, I was not pleased nor am I now. No one nation, or faction, should control the Island as it was made for all. Orcs, elves, dwarves, humans all were welcome, all /are/ welcome. There should never be one race to govern a place such as ArmaLuna I stand by this as I always have, I stand by it to honor the creation of my beloved friends Kyra and Griffith."

As he pauses to catch his breath he scans the faces of the assembled parties.

"What you do not seem to grasp, any of you, is that ArmaLuna is not a place to be owned but a place to be loved. A place to be cherished. I will not stand for any bloodshed upon the Island, not for its ownership. If you can not come to a peaceful agreement I can promise you that ArmaLuna will once more withdraw from the world. And this time, it may never return."

Arn nods his head once and taks a step back, crossing his arms.

[Aerinyes 402]

Sythra bows her head in return and her face softens at the mentioning of the founders of ArmaLuna.

"You speak wisdom, friend. And your proposition is heard and considered dearly. Kyra and Griffith du Mont were close friends of not only myself but all of Malinor. They only stayed in Normandor briefly before raising ArmaLuna to stand as a beacon of peace and understanding within the expanse of the eastern sea.

It has always been the desire of Malinor to protect the vision those two had. And it is one that we hold to, even to this day and into the future.

A peaceful agreement will be reached, but only if all those present will have it. Greed and animosity are abound and those emotions must be suppressed and purged before any agreement can be reached."

[Dio Astóre 69]

What the announcement lacked from the absence of footsteps was compensated by the stellar standard of the nigh hueless garments that Dio clad himself in, as Arn was beginning his piece. More noticable yet was the effect of golden powder framing his eyes, the purple of them darting to and fro between the assemblage as the Maheral made to enter the council chamber unaccompanied. It might of been that they rested longer on the Rex, though a pause was definitely made to acknowledge James via a close to imperceivable inclination of the body. For Sythra he performed a more elaborate gesture; both arms rising together in unison, breaking apart over the forehead outwardly and then arcing inwards to form of a junction of fingertips in the shape of a circle, one that encompassed a largely uncut emerald pendant. He wondered whether the meaning would be lost here. Moving nearer the end of the table, taking a stand behind one of the empty furnishings and letting his arms fall to rest by his side.

"Fortune smiles upon this gathering that I might arrive to hear sentiments of some nobility. Your word arrived in good order Sythra and our thanks you have for sending it ahead so we might join this counselling. The Master from the Isle of Art speaks with wisdom and I would see the tranquility of my own home seen shared with it. All gathered here speak of their desire to protect, however I offer that the greatest foe present to the harmony had to the Northern point of the Emerald stand in this room - no exclusion made."

At this Dio allowed for a brief pause, examining the reactions of the various members of the conglomeration. Twisting the upper half of his body in turning toward Sythra he begins to speak in a sense which had an ambiguous timbre but seemed directed toward her statements.

"Peace was had before the Renoran creatures made to set foot on fragile shores that will not support the weight of heart-bound folly; purging emotion to attain clarity of thought, Haelun’or would aid toward this end. The sanctuary that is our precious Emerald is threatened in the plainest of manners. We are not the slave drivers of the artisans at the peak of her, however it remains to be understood a burning garden is not great in difference from burning the home that adjoins it. Thusly I will make my own proposal, which may be duly repeated as the remaining folk come to join us."

Now the Maheral faces Arn and raises a gloved palm toward the ceiling in a suggestive motion, continuing in a tone of wistful affirmation that made the words seem less superficial and dry.

"Allow the one that looks after the welfare of his people to do what purpose he has given himself. As we dabble here, we go against the professed end we are gathered to reach. Let ArmaLuna be sealed off from our world of strife and turmoil. Should you accept, from this moment henceforth all of the realm would be banished from the island, until you yourself grant permission for others to tread upon its ground. Whom are we to presume how others exist? To my wisdom, they who possess the most blades only sever their thread of reason or tangle others in the knots they weave. What say you?"

[Cethis Vincrute 13]

Cethis rises from his chair as the warning call is made, grabbing his helmet he places it on his head,closing the visor, and walking away from the room. Rising onto the deck he gives a soft smile, looking at the tree in the distance he walks the ship, checking on his men and women. In the hold of the boat he notices Titania, sitting down across from her at the table he speaks softly, his eyes wandering around the hold the entire time.

"Titania, ready the men. I want half going ashore with us, and half staying behind to guard and man the ships. Keep the archer force here as well. Give the orders to the men that they are not to strike unless the Silverblades attack first. I want no bloodshed in this, but I will not hesitate to take action for our allies."

Rising from the chair he watches Titania leave, barking orders to her men he chuckles lightly as he leaves, thinking of not being on the wrong side of that woman. Walking to the stern, he stops by the wheel, folding his hands in front of him as he begins to pace behind it, speaking to Robert his voice turns cold, slowly becoming darker as he looks towards the oncoming land, and the boats.

Turning away from Robert he walks back to his cavern, pulling out the sword and looking it over he sighs, laying it down on the table he begins his work of sharpening it with a whetstone, grinding the blade against it., starting to hum as he continues his work.

A knock on the door stops him, sheathing his blade he leaves the whetstone on the table, opening the door and ushering Robert in.

"What is it you need my friend? Have we arrived at Malinor yet? How big is their blasted army?"

Robert chuckles as he pulls the cigar away from his mouth, walking to the table and sitting down he raises his feet, resting them on the table he looks at Cethis.

"The army is not the issue Your Majesty, but rather, the boat they brought with them."

After quickly describing the ship, Cethis' eyes narrow, having seen it enough to know what it is. Rising from the table he walks out of the room, his boots clanking on the wood with each step. Approaching the port side of the ship he looks out, growling darkly to Robert beside him

"This presents an opportunity.Have the archers wraps cloth around their arrowheads. Tell them to keep a torch nearby, and await for my signal. But right now, it seems I am in need of Titania. So excuse me my friend, and signal for the two other boats to head to shore."

Turning back Cethis seeks out Titania, finding her he explains the situation, and gives her quick orders, he walks back topside, watching the men as they start to fill the boat, walking forward he steps into the boat, sitting down at the middle and awaiting his companions. Titania draws near, her leather armor a striking difference to her normal wear. Sitting down she holds her bow in her lap, her quiver full of arrows. A small frown displayed on her lips as she begins to speak.

"Are you sure about this? Are we ready, if needed, to attack them?"

Looking out as the boat is lowered into the water, the man in the back begning rowing towards the dock, speaking softly he turns his gaze to her, his eyes softening as he speaks

"It does not matter. These are our friends, our allies. Even if we can not win, we will still bring them to the nether with us. I have accepted death is something that is coming. Something that shall be welcomed. Because Titania, death never leaves you. It will take everything you love. Become your enemy, and then in the end. Your closest friend."

They remain in silence, only the gentle rowing of the men breaking it. Approaching the docks the men jump out, quickly tying the boat to the docks and stepping back, the other two boats coming closer, docking as Cethis gets out of the boat, turning back he offers Titania his hand and assists her in getting out. Turning he motions to his men to follow, his white armor a striking difference from the red and blue of his military and navy. Tapping his blade as he walks he aproaches the gate, hailing for Sythra to be taken to him, turning around he faces his guard, pulling off his helmet and holding it in the crook of his arm, his sweat sticking his hair to his brow he speaks solemnly,loud enough for his guard, and the elves at the gate to hear

"My men! We stand today, together! Called by our allies in this time. You may want bloodshed! You may be shaking in your boots! But is it not the brave man who fears death? The wise who knows when to strike and run? Well it is a damn good thing we are not wise men! I tell you now! Do not strike against the men unless they attack first! The elves are our brothers, our sisters! And you know how we treat family! If these curs think they will strike against the elves, strong arm them into giving up their land, then they are fools! Look to the east my friends! See our colors flying in the wind? See our flagship stationed in range? We will not go down without a fight! Because by Aeriel, family is everything to us! The end will be the day that the elves cry in agony, the tree burns, and a enemy army rests in its ground. If Oren and the Silverblades think of weak, let them taste our steel, let them taste our blood and sweat!

His voice softens as he looks at all his men, having worked beside them in the field, and in the training grounds

"If their is a battle today, let Aeriel welcome your soul to her. But we will not falter men, nor run. Time and time again, we have proven who we stand with, what we mean by our allegiance. I will not go back on this. And I know none of you will. Come brothers and sisters, this day we fight, this day we rejoice!"

Turning back to the gate he awaits for Sythra, smiling softly, taking his helmet and putting it back on his face.

[Cracker 4570]

Gorgul sighs. The high elf's long-winded superfluous diatribe had given him a headache. Why was he in this room conversing in such a prim, proper fashion? The chairs did not fit him let alone the tone of debate. Slumping his posture as he stands rigidly for hours, he emits a faint groan of boredom.

As monotony sets in, fortunately for the Rex, a young runt of his own guard barges in the council chambers, with a pair of Sentinels chasing after him. The goblin wheezes as he makes a bizarre entrance and a faint smile creeps upon the solemn Orc's face. The goblin shrilly squeals out

"Rex, rex, dey bringin weaponz agh makin speech about flattenin all deze bruddahz agh dah oomiez! Bring a whole sakahn army of globs agh mush-mush, workin wid dah elviez. Me tink dey am tryin to make klomp-klomp wid us."

The sentinels snicker at the goblins shrill voice, an affect of damage to the small uruk's vocal chords. Gorgul raises his eyebrow, confused. Did these elves bring war? Are there "allies" brandishing blade to the doorstep of the debate?

Gorgul takes the moment to lean forward smashing his fist into the goblin's frame, an action more signaling of a greeting than an act of wrath. The goblin squeaks in laughter, relishing the pain as Gorgul mutters through the council room

"How pathetic. Three sets of royal guard, and an entire army is sent in response. Are these people to lead ArmaLuna, with this fuss and disgrace?"

He turns to Arn, before resounding in a more louder tone

"These people have taken your isle. They are hasty and reckless, you can witness it here. A joint-colony by Silverblade and I will not be as this. We will not be xenophobic, sending army after Orenians and Orcs.

This is surely not peaceful, this is not how diplomacy is settled. Word and war mix too close."

Gorgul then signals to the goblin to scurry out, the Sentinels scowling at his words.

[Arkelos 1027]

Kyral looks at Gorgul, shaking her head at the Goblins entrance and exit as she says.

"The Elves seem to have called their allies, I'm not sure how much has been brought, but we should send word to our councils. This act of treachery should not be left unpunished, I ask for your council, The Wargoth Council to meet with me. The uruks are still recovering from the war with the Dwarves, aye?

If they even try to do anything to us, there will be war, as Queen of both a Nation under Dwarven Rule, and a Queen under Human Rule. The Elves will pay dearly if they or their allies touch any of you. Didn't we come on peaceful terms? Why do you think they brought the armies of their allies here?

[Cracker 4570]

Gorgul grunts in concordance. Unlike his peers, he does not seem as offended or threatened by the spontaneous invasion of Holm forces unto Normandor. Rather he is intrigued, curious of what brought such a bold, reckless move to the talk of diplomacy. He was surprised moreso that a group of royal guards, from the War Uzg, Hightowers, and Silverblades would ignite such a wrathful emotional response from the isles of the Eastern sea. Turning to Kyral, he responds sharply:

"My armies are eager for further war. Punishing these actions of hostility would be of no problem. The dwarves have done little. But I will let these elves have last words to change fates."

[Elfen_ 232]

Standing up from where he was sitting, Glylith walks to the door and leaves. Two guards were waiting for him on the other side of the door. They told him that Cethis was waiting at the gates. Nodding to them, he make way to the gates with the two guards following. Normandor was very loud since the Slverblades had brought their army. The noise somewhat angered him for he like when it is peaceful and quiet. Finally after making to the gates, Glylith goes into the gatehouse and walks onto a balcony that is above Cethis.

"Cethis, good to see that you have arrived. I take it that your journey here was hopefully a pleasant one."

Glylith shouts some orders for the guards to open the gates and let Cethis and who he brought with him in. Walking down the stairs to the door of the gatehouse, Glylith makes his exit from there to meet Cethis at the gate.

"Come, I shall escort you to the council room."

Titania next to Cethis as he gives a silent nod follow after Glylith as he made way back towards the council room. The rest of the people who Cethis had with him went off to different parts of Normandor talking and trading with those who are there. Getting back to the council took a little longer to get to since there was many cowarded the streets. At last they had reached the council room. Opening the door, Glylith returned to his seat allowing them to do whatever.

[meg 1994]

*Footsteps and arguing can be heard outside the door, before the Vanguards in front spitefully allow the Woman in. A tall and slender High elf enters, with a younger High Elf at her side. She stands, boldy, observing the beings that have gathered*

*Her face twisted in irritation and sorrow, she stands before them, outstreching her arms as the young elf clings to her robe*

"Friends, Allies, Family, I ask for but a moment of your time. These flexing of allies and military strength have gotten us nowhere. All over a small and peaceful island such as ArmaLuna? Shall we spill such blood upon that land? Nurting what life is left there with such hate and anguish? No I say. It is obvious what has happened here. We have allowed our anger and greed threaten and blind us to the truer, nobler purpose: the restoration of ArmaLuna. I have been to this land, many times. And it pains me deep in my heart to know that their could be war there. The quiet forest tainted with cries of agony and war, the calming beach stormed with armor-clad men and warships, and a city, so in need of love, given only hate. So I beseech you all, stop this bickering, *She turns to Sythra* Can we not share? Have we gone so low as to covet and let wither and die what is ours? While I have taken a personal leave from the council for a while to spend time with those I love *She turns, ruffling the hair of the Young Elf below her* I cannot stand idly by while those I know and love fight over something so cherisable. So I ask you, not as a Princess, or a Vanguard, but as a Mother, and a lover, and seer of this madness: Can we not find peace? Must we threaten and intimidate each other over ArmaLuna? When, instead of wasting our resources on the Military and Army, use them to rebuild what was once there? *She sighs, exasperated as she looks to the faces of those sitting*