Provoking a War...

[ayresalex 517]

Aedric Ulfhaedyn looks down at his supple leather boots, kicking the dirt. With deep, dark green etes flecked with gold he looks up scanning each and every man in the hall. Good men, trustworthy men, north men. He had caught word that Queen Kyral is sending a peace envoy to the elves.

No... I cannot allow it. I want them all dead...

Aedric looked up to his men, hungry eyes staring into his own.

"Men. Queen Kyral wants to talk peace with the elves..."

The men shuffle about uneasily.

"We don't want that... do we now?"

Rounds of "No"'s circle the group.

"Aye.. we won't allow this to happen.

Amluhan. Get the wax...

"Men. What we are about to do is treason in the name of.. well, everyone. We are to disguise ourselves as damnable elves use the armour of ones we've killed, an' attack Kyral on her way to Malinor.. We won't harm her.. no.. Aim for her armour. Shout some nonsense that elves usually shout, then high tail it outta there,"

Aedric raises his eyes, making sure everyone understood.

"Good. Alright. Let's prepare then. For war."

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OOC warning: If you meta this information I will hang you by your entrails. "HURR DURR MY SPY" No. If you have a spy. I want actual screenshots of the RP. Only my men, Kyral, and her men are allowed to post.

[Arkelos 1027]

Kyral begins to prepare for her walk to Normador, grinning as she puts her thickest armor on, looking over at Altariel. Altariel fast asleep as Kyral sighed, she would make this walk alone. She knew some were displeased about her wanting to talk of peace, however it was best, Kyral moving about as she grumbled, taking off her armor and instead taking thin leathers, unable to move correctly or quick enough. Kyral securing her weaponry to her sides and her signature weapon to her back.

((Think that, but smaller and with four blades))

"Lets get this over with then." Kyral sighed, not even trying to wake Altariel as she shuts the door loudly, walking down and out of the palace in a brisk manner, leather cap off as she waves to those who greet her.

As she left solace, she made the decision to not take the horse this time, securing her boots, she made the walk out of Salvus and onto the farms. Walking slowly as she adjusted the weapon on her back, then taking out some food as she looked about for a moment, then began to walk once more

[Dontbepissed 18]

"Aye, damn elves won't see whats comin'!" Listens to the last words of Aedric and starts to prepare for battle. Ignar pulls out his sword and begins to sharpen it on his whetstone humming a war song in his head. He leaves his armor knowing they will kill the elves and wear their armor.

[meg 1994]

Elene steps out of the Solace inn, moving out into the rural area, to shop at the market, she stops. Seeing Kyral leaving, alone, she steps forward and shouts..."Kryal? Is that you? Where are you going?"

Kyral nods, as Elene rushes back to the inn and prepares herself accordingly, strapping her leathers on, her longbow and quiver to her back, her rapier to her side as she follows along.

((Vardak gave me permission to reply for Kyral in skype before you freak.))

[ayresalex 517]

Aedric dons a mixture of Elven plate and human chain. And grabs a simple longbow with again, a mixture of human and elven made arrows.

"Sally forth men. On me."

Members of his close family and only his trusted captain follow him. The rest were in the dark about this operation. Aedric felt as if it were ingeniuous. Provoking a war by attacking a peace envoy. Heh. How delightful.

Aedric trudges through the temple, followed by the rest of his men, down the path to the Elven city. The trip was uneventful when they reached their destination a few miles outside of Normandor. Aedric gingerly touches his ears. Pointed by wax now. Anyone would have a hard time distinguishing him from Aedric the Northerner from Artel, the Wood Elf.

"Get into those trees lads. Make yourselves comfortable. But if you fall asleep, I'll have your corpse."

"Aye Artel.."

Aedric trained his men into making them say their elven names, not their actual names. Any slip ups into the wrong, pointy ears. They were goners. Aedric tested the bowstring, making sure all of his first arrows were of elven brand. He climbed up a small, fat oak tree with a good view of the road, and waited.

[Arkelos 1027]

Elene steps out of the Solace inn, moving out into the rural area, to shop at the market, she stops. Seeing Kyral leaving, alone, she steps forward and shouts..."Kryal? Is that you? Where are you going?"

Kyral turns about ((before she left solace)) and said "Normandor! Come with me, Elene!"

[Praetor 1550]

Altariel jerks up in the bed, startled and looks around herself drowzily. The sheets are covered in a light sheen of frost which she quickly brushes off as the rises. She looks outside of the door and frowns as she sees Kyral walk off. "Why.." She murmurrs, shaking her head and grabbing her heavy cloak and her light boots.

She dons them quickly and hurries out of the door, her dress a bit crumpled, while she attaches her dagger and sword quickly to her side. "Kyral!" She calls sharply, hurrying to catch up with her and walk by her side, her cheeks a little rosy and an indignant look in her eyes. "And where were you going like that?" She asks, a small frown on her face.

((Typed on iPod.))

[Dontbepissed 18]

Ignar looks to his father donning a mix of Elvish armor and does the same, he selects a long bow and grabs a hand full of elven arrows. Before rallying to Aedric he brushes his elven ear for good luck and sets it aside.

[Arkelos 1027]

Altariel jerks up in the bed, startled and looks around herself drowzily. The sheets are covered in a light sheen of frost which she quickly brushes off as the rises. She looks outside of the door and frowns as she sees Kyral walk off. "Why.." She murmurrs, shaking her head and grabbing her heavy cloak and her light boots.

She dons them quickly and hurries out of the door, her dress a bit crumpled, while she attaches her dagger and sword quickly to her side. "Kyral!" She calls sharply, hurrying to catch up with her and walk by her side, her cheeks a little rosy and an indignant look in her eyes. "And where were you going like that?" She asks, a small frown on her face.

((Typed on iPod.))

Kyral turns about ((before she left solace)) and said "Normandor, You can come with, and with my friend here, Elene."

((Elene and Altariel have joined the party))

[Dontbepissed 18]

Climbs into a tall, skinny oak tree to the left of the road. Then starts to stay his elven name over and over again, drilling himself. His northern accent disappears as time passes, he then settles down and waits.

[Emenzi 1069]

Brynjolf sits down near the Broken Antler picking up his sword and starts sharpening it, he starts to speak in a high pitch voice trying to mimic how an elf sounds.

He suddenly realized that his beard will be seen and he rushes to the warehouse trying to find something to cover up his beard, he finds a red piece of cloth which he proceeds to bind around his mouth making sure his beard cannot be seen.

He walks out trying to speak without his northern accent but for the love of it cannot seen to get the words right.

[Jchizz 115]

Given permission to post by Aedric. Also edited to accommodate for disguised Altariel.

Trevor had heard about the impending peace talks. He leaned against the inn in Solace, toying with a knife. "Th'mistress'll wanna know how this all goes down. Couldn't hurt t'tag along quietly," thought Trevor. He didn't dwell on the fact that failed peace talks and continued hostilities between the two nations would make living in either nation with his family dangerous.

As Trevor saw Kyral exit the city, he lifted his hood, deciding to wait a moment or two before following. Suddenly, he heard a shout.

"Kyral!"

Trevor's gaze snapped to the cloaked woman, somewhat startled by the sudden shout. He relaxed again, leaning back against the wall and watching as the two exchanged brief words before continuing on out of the city. After waiting a full sixty seconds, toying with his knife, Trevor pushed himself from the wall and began to follow the envoy discreetly.

[ayresalex 517]

Aedric grunts, left hand clutched to his longbow as he rehearsed his elvish accent, shifting his bandana covering his beard over his mouth. Afterthoughts arise in his mind. He steadily looks over everyones position. Amluhan On'Tuathal, Brynjolf, son of Olaf, Aedrics bastard, Ignar, and his true born son, Thorin. They all were ready. They all looked like elves. They all had arrows notched, and all were wide-eyed in anticpation.

[SteelMarshall 190]

Amluhan On'Tuathal, Drengr of the Huscarls of House Ulfhaedyn, stares off into the trees, consumed by one thing; retribution. He does not feel the aching pain of the hot wax ears drying on him, nor the sweat that stings his eyes. He has prepared, honing his elven accent aas best as he could, donning the armor and weapons of their ilk. He spits in anger, looking across the path to where Earl Aedric should be hiding. He suddenly sees the dark elves who enslaved him and his wife, laughing cruelly, his barn in flames. He remembers the sight of his boy, his babyboy, burnt to death. By the elves. He quivers in rage, only coming back to reality when a bird calls. He looks up, eyes narrowed, a visage of determination upon his face. He cradles in his palm the trinket he carries on a silver chain as he waits, staring intently at the road from which Kyral will appear.

[ayresalex 517]

Forum RP is voided cause elves can't handle some RP. Sorry guys. Also- if you have a problem with me. Stop talking **** about me OOCly. Pm me. We can handle it like men instead of being little gossip girls in middle school. []