Official Adunian | Elendil Thread

[dandan1350 479]

Emmanuel makes a few quick gestures, first to the castle, second to the sign declaring Winterhall and third to Torrhen standing with his guards. ((If he's still here. >.<)) Trying to ask what this place is without a word being spoke. His familiar dark sense lost to Graveth as if happiness is restored by being with a family member.

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

"Torrhen looks at Graveth and his friend. He smiles warmly, yet raises an eyebrow condescendingly at Emmanuel. "What odd hand gestures." he thinks to himself. He walks over to Graveth and Emmanuel, his arms crossed.

"Hail lads!"Torrhen says, chuckling at the absurdity of the mans gestures. "How can I help you and your friend, Graveth?"

[dandan1350 479]

Looks to Torrhen, with quick reflexes he slams his boots together pulling up a stern salute. Looking semmingly past Torrhen, his eyes beneath his shadowed visor sizing him up in every aspect. As his body goes stiff, an obvious suggestion of a military past as he continues his silence.

[-♣- Ƙindled -♣- 203]

Smiles at Torrhen

and says

"You see, this man here, he does not speak to much Torrhen. His name is Emmanuel, Emmanuel Stafyr."

[Tsuyose 3285]

Sathera smiles as she slowly arrives near Ildon, walking for miles on end. She hadn't had a human.. for years.. Maybe she was better now.. Or maybe she wasn't.. All she knew was that she had come to see her human friend, Torrhen. A small smile was upon her snout as she started to walk on the road, the guards eyed her, whispering among themselves, this.. made her angry, and so, she turnt around, and cursed at one of the guards, leading to him drawing his blade, pointing it towards Sathera. "Oi, ye' filthy furball!" He shouted, Sathera dropped to all fours, giving a yelp as she decided to run towards the town centre, in hope of seeing Torrhen, a guard following close behind, cursing at Sathera as she outran him, but he didn't give up.

[dandan1350 479]

Emmanuel hears the distant shouting thinking nothing of it until the drumming of paws press against the drawbridge, Emmanuel looks down to see Sathera dart past him. Close behind follows a stumbling guard his light armour clanking. Within his helmet he hears the distant echos of the guards shout almost as if they were next to him, in an instant he darts his arm out to the left. Hopefully causing the guard to slam into his plated armour, the unsuspecting stop sending the guard to the floor within an instant unless diverted. His height equalling for his arm to slam into the guards neck, leaving him unable to breath for a short period.

Still holding his salute with his right hand, his stance as still and stern as ever.

[-♣- Ƙindled -♣- 203]

Sees the scene as he chuckles lightly

and says to Emmanuel

"Good one."

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

*Looks at Graveth nodding. "Ah, your kin, eh?" Torrhen chuckles, sending his hand forward for a handshake. As he does so, he sees Sathera approach. "Sathera, you annoying cat woman!" He smiles gleefully, seeing his annoying furry friend again.

[Hanrahan 2983]

Hanrahan strides in, and Delivers a handwritten Manuscript on Hae'Manay.

[Gemmylou 484]

-Isabella spots Han from her perch on the balcony in front of her room and calls down to him.

"Han! Conas a Aemond? Ní fhaca mé é agus tá mé buartha."

[dandan1350 479]

Looks to Torrhen's hand. Still maintaining his salute and stiff posture, seemingly waiting for an order. To go to ease maybe? His mainting pose makes him seem just to be a hollow suit of armour, his tabard streaming behind him as the northern winds catch him.

He then decides that no order will be given, dropping his salute he says only four short words in a rough and harsh tone. His voice almost a metallic echo the whispers from beneath his visor.

"Honour, to meet you."

[Tsuyose 3285]

Sathera giggles to herself as Torrhen shouts, she strides up towards him, then comes to a halt as she looks back to notice the guard laying on the floor, "Stupid." She whispers, slowly standing up she stands at 6'4, and looks to Torrhen with a playfull smile. "It's not many times I can get to see my human friends... I always have to listen about Metzli and others things.." She sighs to herself, but she was loyal to the goddess. "How're you, Torrhen?" She raised a brow, tilting her head slightly, she didn't even think about slaughtering him and bathing in his blood.

[-♣- Ƙindled -♣- 203]

Stands beside Emmanuel looking at the Kharajyr..

his hair follows the wind..

and his face is cold as he says to the Kharajyr:

"Why such a hurry..?"

Then he looks to the guard lying on the ground

"Next time.. don't run into my friend's arm."

[Hanrahan 2983]

Hanrahan shouts back up to Bella.

"Bella! Ní fhaca mé é ar fud na déanach, ní féidir liom a insint duit!"

[dandan1350 479]

Dralex - Down and out.

Stumbles into Ildon wearing his abnormal clothes. Dressed in shirt and trousers of a dark shade of crimson and grey. His scruffy hair slipping from beneath his hood and he continues to stumble into the middle of the town, sweat dripping from his face as he breaths heavily. A large leather trench coat wrapped around him of the same colour.

As he makes his way to the castle he slumps to his knees, falling on the drawbridge saying a few words.

"I think I'm going to need an ale..."

He then falls to the wooden drawbridge, two arrow pass his trench coat, digging deep into his back near his spine, a third in the back of his thigh and a fourth of where normally his hidden blade would be. Dralex then begins to cough violently as a snap is heard, another arrow shaft snapping. As he continues his coughing a drip of blood flows from his lip. He falls silent again saying nothing, his breathing shallow as though not breathing at all, his eyes begins to close as his vision blurs. His body pushing him far enough from the wilds finally giving up as his pain threshold is pushed to far.

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Emmanuel - The curious guardian

Emmanuel looks behind him only to see the strange man slump to the floor, an eyebrow raised but unseen beneath his helmet he slowly turns to face Dralex. Saying no words to the others he walks to him, his tall shadow lingering over the injured man, taking no action he stares blankly to him.