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The sins of the father bring about an unwelcome woodland rendezvous between two sons of Ravok...

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While Sylira is by far the most civilized region of Mizahar, countless surprises and encounters await the traveler in its rural wilderness. Called the Wildlands, Syliran's wilderness is comprised of gradual rolling hills in the south that become deep wilderness in the north. Ruins abound throughout the wildlands, and only the well-marked roads are safe.

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Postby Elias Caldera on September 2nd, 2016, 4:42 am

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21st Day of Spring, 509 AV

Well? Anything?!

Unstable impatience marred an already agitated tone as the apprentice, swathed in sanctified steel, continued to snarl his way through endless wilderness he now found himself perpetually enveloped by.

Damnable spring foliage, thick and towering like the sacred spires of Ravok’s own divine temples chattered endlessly around him him with the rustling of overbearing leaves and the swarming buzz of the insects they held host to. From every angle the wilds seem to close in on the wayward soul so very far from his comforts, threatening him, taunting him, making his skin crawl with each wayward breeze and distant crunch of twigs. It was unbearable!

Not even his Ebonstryfe regalia could spare him this turmoil, as Syna, in her merciless vendetta against all those unlucky enough to find themselves caught outside of Rhysol's gracious shelter, seemed intent on baking the Caldera alive within his clanking assortment of somber black plate mail and leather. Two poor choices of attire whose unsuitability was only compounded upon further by the shadowy fur lining of his armor’s collar. Usually the tall array of dire wolf fur helped make the apprentice seem bigger than he was, grander and more intimidating to those lowly pissants he lorded over on a daily basis. Today however, he was so drenched in his own sweat and misery the collar looked more like a wet dog’s mane than anything else, sagging pathetically about his head while he lumbered along amidst the uncaring trees.

Oh, how he despised the outdoors...

Elias hated it with a passion in fact, and every bug that had to be swatted or strange animal call he couldn’t quite place only served to remind him of that fact with each passing tick he was forced to be out here.…

Though rarely forced to confront the truth as he was now, Elias was a city boy, through and through. The treacherous back alleys and breathtakingly beautiful canals of Ravok were his bread and butter, so to speak, as the most holy city was where he thrived, and he did so because of one simple reason; in Ravok he knew, without a shadow of doubt, where he stood in this world, and in turn where everyone else around him stood in comparison. It was this mundane understanding that kept him alive and hungry when every one else was either out to get him, or fell to side of the path, broken and undone by a city callous to the suffering of those who could not withstand its ceaseless trials. Out here though… Elias had no petching idea what the hell he was doing, and he very much doubted the monsters and mysteries which both drunkards and veterans alike whispered about in hushed tones had failed to sense as much for themselves either. He must have seemed like a neatly wrapped meal, hot and ready to be devoured by half the horrors that occupied these wretched wilds.

This petching kid better be worth it! He hissed to himself, mind awash with all manner of indecent and borderline heretical thoughts at that moment. He hadn’t even the words for what nastiness was now plaguing his brain when it came to the bitch of a paladin who had flung him into such turmoil without so much as a ‘thank you’ or a promise of reward upon his valiant return. No, nothing of the sort for little, insignificant Elias, for that would be too courteous of one of her magnanimous station, wouldn’t it! The apprentice couldn’t wait for the inevitable day he was anointed paladin himself, for the innate ability to channel their unremitting assholery like a weapon, or order about petty underlings like himself as one would a slave, was surely reward in-of-itself, not to mention all the other perks Rhysol bestowed upon his ranked chosen.

Until that faithful however…

Kendel, you subhuman petch, have you found him or not! I swear if I have to come in there myself, I’m going to-” The Ravokian’s harsh bellowing had been directed at nothing but the ancient oaks and endless greenery before him, no clear target for his threats in sight, yet the crinkling of leaves eventually answered him none the less. Slave to instincts that had been beaten into him by his instructors at the Vitrax, the apprentice’s hand went immediately to the hilt of his longsword despite knowing full well what was crawling its way out of those woods.

Kendel!

The black and brown blood hound poked its head out of the underbrush and looked up at him with a familiar dimwitted and droopy eyed expression that Elias had come to loath. “Well, have you found him or not? I’ve been standing here with my thumb up my ass for nearly half a bell now, you stupid mutt!” The dog, to Elias ever increasing chagrin, merely raised a placid brow at his frothing anger, before nonchalantly turning around and plodding its way back into the forest. Disappearing behind a nearby tree, the Caldera crossed his gauntleted arms and began patting a greave anxiously against the grass underfoot.

A tick later, a tall, tanned man emerged from behind the bark, wearing nothing but the frown on his clean cut face. Thin, sinewy muscles covered this new form from head to toe, but there was nary an inch of him that didn’t bear some gruesome assortment of scars and poorly healed wounds that made even Elias uncomfortable to look at. His body was a tapestry of pain and prices paid, but the man who had endured it all couldn’t have been further from the sort one expected to bear such grizzly reminders. “You know, all you stryfers are the same,” the strong figure sighed, hands on his hips as he regarded the young warrior pitifully, “always yelling at this and barking at that, it’s no wonder the whole order isn’t out of commission by now after popping a blood vessel or blowing out a hemorrhoid.

Kendel shook his shaggy head sorrowfully, long matted black hear shaking along with it as made his way over to the discarded pack lying at the dismal soldier's feet. By the time he had finished rummaging through its contents, found his clothes within, dressed, and was upright again, the irritated twitch in Elias’s eye had grown more than just a little noticeable.

In the beginning the apprentice couldn’t fathom why the paladin, who had gone so far as to pull him aside during morning prayers no less, would assign the uppity kelvic to help him find the boy they were ordered to look for, especially if this task truly necessitated as much secrecy as the dire woman had implied in her somber tone. Yet, there the Kelvic had been, waiting for him at the docks, apparently with the same orders and information as the stryfer in training had. Considering the hurried and hassled nature of his mission, Elias was willing to overlook the other man’s lack of credentials or signed documents lest he faced the wrath of an annoyed officer who clearly wanted her will carried out as soon as possible, and not to be bothered with pestering questions of her lessers.

The journey the two impromptu partners shared from the city to the shoreline had been a long one to say the least. Incessantly trying the Caldera’s patience at every opportunity, blatantly disregarding etiquette or the respect for authority his natural born betters had over him, and wielding a sense of humor so abysmal Elias had nearly abandoned ship more than once, the four bells it had taken to get to their destination had been some of the most trying the young man had ever faced in his particularly demanding life. A part of him had even begun to wonder if this was the dreaded Crucible he was meant to endure one day.

Of course, Kendel proved his worth as soon as they hit the southern outpost and Elias realized he had little to no clue where to first look for their target. As the kelvic had put it so eloquently at the begging of their hunt; ‘nothings better suited to finding folk who don’t wanna be found in this world than a blood hound’s noise.’

That had been nearly a full bell ago however, and after waiting so long for these miraculous results he had been promised, the swordsman hadn’t quite decided if he was going to turn his blade on the kelvic or himself just yet. His lips moved to make such a threat clear to the overly jovial bastard, but before the words had left him, Kendel’s finger shot up into the air and curtly interrupted. “Smile, master Caldera, I’ve found the scent. You can consider us officially on his trail."

The edges of the young warrior’s mouth quivered ever so slightly at the delightful revelation, and Kendel sighed in begrudging relent when he recognized that was the extent of his comrade’s excitement. Elias ignored the lanky man, pushing past him and taking off in the direction the kelvic had pointed out.

Finally…, the Ravokian mused as he sliced and smashed his way through the brush without single a care for discretion or subtlety. There was only one thing on his mind now, only one thing that could spare him this torture and see him returned to his beloved city upon the lake.

Only one person he needed to find…

I’m coming for you, Faircroft!
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Postby Alexander Faircroft on September 2nd, 2016, 2:31 pm

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Quiet. Silence. Stillness. Three glorious things about the outdoors. Three things that told Alex he was well and truly away from nagging sensations and pains of the rigorous city life. Young he may have been but he knew where he needed to be. And what he needed to do. Alex sat quietly in the boughs of a tree, the lower hanging branches and rested lightly. He wasn’t the most well versed with the outdoors but he knew forests well enough and how to hunt. How to start a fire was pretty easy too. Still thought he couldn’t help but feel something was wrong. Something wasn’t as it should have been.

At this point he’d been away from home for bordering on three days. Not too long but long enough to get away from an abusive father and an overly controlling mother. The difficulty of the situation as now that he’d been away for so long he couldn’t really find a good excuse to go back. Heck he couldn’t even find a good excuse for the moment to come down from the tree. The small stream in front of him washed away the sound ds of the forest. Across his legs sat his bow and on his hip sat his quiver. He’d always been a bit of a dab hand with a bow but in close combat he wasn’t exactly the best shining example. Which often explained the heavy amounts of abuse he took from his father.

Only then did Alex hear something that set him on edge. The sound of steel hacking into wood. A sound he knew exceedingly well. It was with that and a lot of haste he finally had a reason to drop from the tree tops. Landing with minimal sound Alex tumbled into the bushes and kept low to the floor. Using all of his stealthy abilities and nocking an arrow as silently as possible he tucked himself into a small darkened alcove and just waited. Ticks passed as the sound grew louder and louder, in contrast Alex slowed his breathing as best he could taking moments to sit patiently. Not drawing the bow just yet, instead waiting for a reason too. Waiting for a sign that he would have too.

OOCDamn man i'm so sorry for the short post in response X.X

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Postby Elias Caldera on September 12th, 2016, 3:34 am

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You said he’d be here...

Elias demanded as another ambling branch fell before his blade’s unyielding swing. As it turned out, it would be the last. It seemed after carving am obstinate path of ruination through the foliage, the forest had come to learn its lesson and opened itself up to him willingly, thorny defiance finally giving way as the two dark servants of Ravok entered what could be considered a clearing of sorts. The only reason the young apprentice had stopped his advance however, had been because Kendel had done so first, tanned nose experimentally sniffing the air as sharpened eyes scanned the surrounding greenery.

Every bush was a bulwark, every leaf a levied array of distractions and hiding places for all manner of miscreant or monster. Elias could make out nothing amidst the wall of trees save except for more trees, and it worried him to no end. “He’s here…. close.” The Kelvic said, reassuring his ‘partner’ before the boy could bark at him again. All the while his keen attention was fixed upon the treeline, as if seeing something among the endless tide of nature the stryfer could not. “Then shift back and sniff him out.” Elias ordered irritably, annoyed by the sub-human’s apparent lack of urgency. Instead of the tell-tale flash of light like the apprentice was expecting of the Kelvic however, Kendel instead turned to him, brow raised incredulously in quiet condemnation. “Are we retrieving this boy, or hunting him?

Elias eyed him hotly, but the Kelvic met his gaze and merely gestured expectantly at the woods with a sweeping motion.

Alexander!” He bellowed, glare still fiercely latched onto Kendel’s as if daring the man to ask any more patience from him.

There was no reply.

Alexander Faircroft! We know you’re there, show yourself, by order of the Ebonstryfe!

This time there was a rustling from the bushes in response, somewhere to the right, but even before he laid eyes on the disturbance, even Elias could tell it was no man coming meekly to meet his fate, but merely a rabbit or some other small creature scampering away in light of the rude raucous which had troubled its peace.

The warrior sighed. This would require a bit more pomp, and a great deal more shouting it seemed.

I, Elias Caldera, apprentice to Commander Loraine, sword of the first Legion and servant of our lord, Gru'tral -may he rule forever- have been charged with your safe retrieval and return to Ravok, under the orders of Paladin Reb-

Something shifted in his periphery and the black clad soldier's tongue froze, hand falling to his hilt in an instant. This time he couldn’t tell one way or another whether it was man or beast emerging from the forest, but he knew full well either one could just as easily spell trouble.


OOCYou can decide whether or not its you at the end there, or just nothing.
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Postby Alexander Faircroft on September 12th, 2016, 3:29 pm

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Tucked quietly into the corner of the clearing sat near silently in the foliage Alex quietly watched. His breaths slow and controlled Almost like he’d become the hunter. The pair of men which walked into the clearing was not what he expected. A tall dark-skinned man and a smaller lither one. Both however held a familiar look to them, one of a sharpened purpose, despite the agitation of the smaller and the rather snarky attitude of the larger. Listening in on the conversation was something that he didn’t really need to do but it provided him with some key queries. Shift back? Retrieving or hunting?

If they’re hunting me, then it’s time for the hunters to become the hunted. The soft scrape of wood against wood was the only noise for a few moments until the smaller of the two lost his patience entirely. Voice carrying out over the area, demanding a reply. And giving him an order. Despite the fact that Alex knew the ebonstryfe by mostly reputation, here was his domain. He was out in the wilds where clearly this shorter loudmouth hadn’t spent much time. Though due to the constant blustering and posturing of the shorter one Alex got his name. Which was good since both of them seemingly already had his.

To test the waters of what would happen Alex picked up a rock nearby and tossed it into the bushes away from him, just out of the sight range of the shorter one. Within a split second Alex got a firm grasp of his intent. Had he wanted to kill him he would have just rushed the bush and stabbed it. Alex then spoke. Softly and lightly. Letting the ambient noise of the clearing carry his voice into an all-encompassing sound. His feet shifting through the bushes lightly trying his damnedest to not be heard as he shifted to a better vantage point.

“Y’know, I’ve heard of the reputation of the ebonstryfe, but I always took them to be very level headed. You’re a little on the explosive side Mr.Elias. Still I take it you’re out here to drag me home. If you knew why I spent some time away from my home you’d have no intent to drag me back.” His words were calm but there was an edge of fear to them. A touch of desperation too. He couldn’t go through with that. He couldn’t go back at least not until he’d made them worry.

Alex knocked an arrow and loosed it from the bushes. The trajectory aimed at the duo’s feet. As the arrow flew Alex continued to shift through the bushes. The rolling spring breeze rattling the leaves enough to help Alex mask the sound of his light foot falls. And now Alex awaited a response from the pair, how would they act after being told, no.
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Postby Karyk on September 4th, 2017, 12:38 am

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