Official Adunian | Elendil Thread

[Sifhalla 3]

Gemmy, is your coma an in-rp coma? I mean no disrespect, but I feel like this might be copycatting. Not that I have a problem with it. Just seems like MrGoldd has a problem with it, even though I had rp to back it.

[Snake Plissken 637]

THE RHODIR - ADUNIAN WAR

Adunians

POWs taken: Un-named Karach + Karach Wercheg

Enemies defeated: Merach Uxhal Urendir 13 + Un-named Karach.

POWs excecuted: None.

POWs rescued: None.

Lands taken: None.

Rhodirs

POWs taken: Richard Deschain (Pressumed missing by those outside the Rhodirs) + Baron Roy MacCray.

Enemies defeated: Roland Deschain.

POWs excecuted: Richard Deschain (Pressumed missing by those outside the Rhodirs).

POWs rescued: Un-named Rhodir Karach + Karach Wercheg

Lands taken: Deschain lands (Unknown to anyone outside the Rhodirs currently).

Updated 7/10

[Goldd 126]

((I have no problem with it I was just wondering -.-))

[Dukester 120]

*Derrek nods and rubs the back of his neck*

"Aye, the days are long when travelling alongside my good friends in hunt for the Rhodir rebels*

[Goldd 126]

*looks in wonder*

"Oooh that must be so dangerous. You have lots of courage to do that."

[Dukester 120]

*Derrek rides into the Ildon courtyard on a black, large muscular shire horse, sheathing his un-sheathed blade whilst dismounting before the Keep itself, marveling at the grand sight and grinning. As he enters he passes through groups of people having muttered conversations between themselves. He walks up to the throne and stands on the higher platform before the throne, ready to announce*

"Hail, brothers and sisters of Ildon! I come to inform you all of a new title I have been bestowed upon by my grandfather, Lord Marshal Artorus Elendil. I am honored to say that I, Derrek Elendil are now Captain of the grand Adunian Rangers. I aspire to fulfill this role at the best of my abilities and keep the Adunians themselves at full strength capacity. Thank ye,"

*Derrek ends his speech and smiles to some known faces, chuckling and mixing into the crowds conversations and discussions.

[Goldd 126]

*Lilibeth smiles up at Derrek proudly very happy for him*

"Congratulations Captain Derrek."

*She does a little bow with her dress while still smiling.*

[Z3r05t4r 855]

*Godwein bows deeply, leaning on his walking cane*

"My best wishes for the future, young Sir Elendil."

[Snake Plissken 637]

The doors of Winterhall suddenly swing open whilst Lord Artorus sits in his throne. Young twelve year old Athirius Articulus Owl the Second runs into the hall, a crossbow bolt protruding from the space between his upper chest and shoulder, blooding spilling from the wound onto a mucky rag loosely wrapped around it. Athirius lets out a few muffled words, before passing out on the cold stone floor.

[Hanrahan 2983]

Hanrahan, Lazing about Winterhall, awaiting Aemond to stop adventuring around, or whatever children do, takes instant note of this, and Barrels out of the hall, to get his things from the Medical Clinic.

[Sifhalla 3]

As her companion celebrates his newfound title as Ranger Captain, Sif overlooks the ongoing activity from a distance. Derrek looks content around the people and wonders if she is missed at all. Her presence is not needed there, nor does she want to create a burden to her beloved and most trusted partner. Sif realizes Derrek's responsibilities and the relationship they share which may impede on it. She looks away from the keep, past town walls, only instead of departing, spots an unfamiliar troupe heading towards Ildon. Sif, questions the motif of the rapidly moving shroud and fears for the worst...

[Dukester 120]

*Derrek quickly darts his gaze towards the flung open doors and walks towards Articulus curiously through the gatherings. He kneels down to the tattered adunian and looks him up and down. Not being the most sympathetic of people, Derrek asks in a stern voice*

"Did anyone here what he had to say?"

[Gemmylou 484]

-Isabella was happily sat in the throne room, reading a book about her ancestry when the doors swung open and her gaze snapped up. She saw the blood and the arrow and her cousin fall to the floor. She began to breathe faster and began to shake, staring at the arrow and the blood. She hadn't noticed her book fall to the floor, but could only stare as her panic attack started to kick in.

[Goldd 126]

*Elizabeth was also in the throne room, painting Isabella after the ball. She also has a finished picture of dancing with Derrek next to her feet. Every time she looks at it she blushes because it reminds her that Derrek kissed her on the forehead. She suddenly looks up and yelps.*

"A-Are you alright?"

[Dukester 120]

*Derrek is situated on the peak top of the high watchtower in the Ildon fortress. Whilst enduring a snow blizzard, Derrek is top half naked revealing his muscular build and numerous abdominal packs. He is training alongside four Winterhall guards of which are also topless and of varied body builds. Derrek, centered in the middle of the four men, repeatedly deflects strikes from the Guards, all of which using steel swords. That very clanking and clinking of swords is all that is to be heard through the Blizzard. However, this is no ordinary training session. Derrek is preparing, preparing for the monstrous shadows and creatures that lurk amongst the Ildon forest for when he departs for his search for the Rhodirs alongside his fellow Rangers. Derrek deflects a blow from a guard and counters it using a disarm movement, then pointing his sword tip to the neck of the guard. Derrek then shouts above the Blizzard*

"Dead! Get a firmer grip on ye hilt next time!"

*Derrek throws his sword onto the stone bricked floor with a clank*

"I'm finished! You may leave!"

*The guards take a sigh of relief and gather their belongings, swords and fur coats before climbing down the ladder shivering violently. Derrek however stays and sits against the wall with the snow and blizzard building into his night black hair and blanketing onto his naked upper-body. Derrek reaches for his things laying in a pile beside him and pulls out a stale bread loaf, breaking off a chunk and consuming it softly, staring at the floor in thought*

((This is the last you'll see of Derrek for a while as he is on a quest for the Rhodirs with the Rangers. So if your char wants to say goodbye tell him now. I would do this IG but servers down :L))