Fire And Lightning

[Supremacy 3361]

((Unless you were there, this is all OOC knowledge once more. This is mostly to inform truthseeker of where Vallel was brought as he had to leave at the very end of this RP)).

(Noahbradley)

It is from Haelun'or the mali'aheral marched out. The intent? An uneventful trip to Kaedrin to discuss their relations and up coming 'events'. Yet this plan was not to occur. Through the flower-fields of Haelun'or and towards Malinor they walked. After all, one must cross through the city of elves to reach the Anthos highway most efficiently.

 

A large congregation had gathered in Malinor's square. Co-incidentally on one side of the square in marched dark elves lead by Khel. On the other came the mali'aheral. Coincidentally Vallel was surrounded by two groups who wished to hunt her most.

 

Moments later she turned on her heel, running through the elder trees of Leumaelin.

 

(Noahbradley)

 

Through the trees she fled, yet no mage can run very fast. Furthermore, the pathways of Leumaelin are less than navigable, swiftly she reached a dead end. She was trapped. Fire, lightning and illusion was to follow. Yet, it was not enough. By the time the High Princess had arrived, the fire mage was caught. The group turned with the unconscious elf in tow, towards the dungeons of Haelun'or.

 

Upon a nearby tree hours later a message may be seen. It glows green, as if held there by some form of magic:

 

Let this be a message to all would be criminals. Standing in the middle of the city where you are wanted most is ill-advised.

 

(Gregmks)

 

Into the depths they traveled and into the cell she was thrown. Assuming she did not escape, soon she was to be subject to the whims of Haelun'or.

[Slic3man 484]

Jester had watched from the treetops, his crossbow notched and adequately aimed. He decided not to interfere regardless and simply watched over with the slightest grin of his lithe lips.

 

Soon he found himself reading the notice posted, the glow reflecting off of his pale, youthful, skin. 

 

"I suppose they'll do as they said they'd do then, how lovely."

 

He'd turn and walk off into the forest, his stride somewhat solid and cautious.

[Baconthief 682]

Khel sits down by the bank of the near by river with his hand open and palm facing downwards. As khel's dark eyes peer down on the top of his hand, fixating his eyes on each bloodied knuckle, he comes to the conclusion that he should be weary of the amount of times his fist will meet bone. With this conclusion comes a chuckle from under his breath and a smug smile. As he begins to wrap the injured hand khel thinks back, unable to recollect a single faerie saying "Thank you for doing the dirty work Khel" or perhaps "Thank you for allowing us to watch as you, the dark elf, did everything"  or something that flows along those lines, not that he wants their glorification. 

 

Khel gets up to his feet and walks along the water's edge and takes his leave

[Stag 3230]

Bounding up the steps of Lin'evaral went the sprite-ish Iatrilemar. He was heading to the dungeon in a most gleeful manner in the hopes that he would get to practice his nerve strikes on someone. Along his way he passed by the red bread that he had accidentally squished earlier. He payed little mind to it now. He had a new priority and he couldn't wait to fulfill it.

 

Cutting corners

Sprinting up stairs

Diving over railings.

 

Iatrilemar was full of energy as he reached the military section of the city which was coated in a gripping red wool. One last corner was turned and he was at the lift to the cells. 

 

Screeching sounds filled his ears as the lift took his down further and further. The descent seemed like he was going from the top of the world to the nether itself. Iatrilemar's ears perked up as the lift grind-ed to a halt. Slowly he stepped out into the dungeon room and looked around spotting the door to his test subject. Upon walking up to the door he was met with the utter dissatisfaction of it being locked. Left without a key Iatrilemar was forced to leave empty handed and defeated. A cruel, doleful day for the acrobat. 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.