[IC] Chronicles of Mithra

[Kurotsune]

The man paced the empty, decrepit halls in a hurry. The sounds of footsteps scurrying about those long-forgotten stones echoed with every step he took, marching towards the center of the room. He couldn't afford to be late. He'd never be able to live this down if he was late.

He finally reached the correct chamber, as he could tell by hearing the labored breathing from within. To use the ferm "infant" to describe what lived inside was travesty at best; That malformed thing, a mass of would-be limbs stretching from all sides, that one single eye who glared down his very soul every time they met. That abomination, byproduct of what should never have been.

But it was a child. His child. And that mattered. It had to matter.

Gizmo Horom

"Wake up, child!" Horace, Gizmo's father, calls out. He hurries up the stairs leading from the workshop to their home, hoping to meet his son awake inside. "Come now! You have correspondence! You've been summoned by His Majesty!" The tone of importance in the man's voice was evident. "Wake up, and wash yourself! And then go! Come now!"

The man clapped his hands to accentuate his point, and the sound that followed was one he knew well. Thousands of clocks that adorned their home started chirping in chorus, announcing his Father's patience had grown short. Time to move.

Leonis Klaw

The day had begun early in the Steel guild as usual. The sun had barely risen, and breakfast had already been serve - Fail to wake up, and you don't get to eat. Those were the rules, and Leonis had already grown accustomed to them.

Because of this, he was well awake when the imperial messenger arrived.

“Leonis Klaw! I seek Leonis Klaw! Your Majesty Augustus the Second commands to have you in his presence! Leonis Klaw! Present yourself at once!

Seyr

The humans went about their business as usual, unaware of the figure walking amongst them.

“Seyr!” A high-pitched voice cried out. It was Marienne, a young child who had become good friends with the wyvern.

“Seyr, we made you a new batch of bread!” The child chirped happily, presenting the mal-formed concoctions to her friend, in hopes of gaining his approval.

Yet from the corner of his eye, he spotted something else.

A boggart. A type of fae usually employed by others as slaves or messengers. They had a penchant for eating children. The creature eyed Marienne with a clear hunger in it’s eyes.

Seyr could also see an unnatural restraint in this creature, evidence that it was not wild, but someone’s servant. It locked eyes with the man, and beckoned him close.

Jewel

You know it’s a good day when it starts with trouble.

Jewel didn’t know why, but for some reason, she woke up in a bottle. Furthermore, she was being carried away by a group of elves, And any of her attempts to understand what was going on were silenced by the men. The only reason she hadn’t given them the beating they deserved yet was because she recognized the uniform. They were royal soldiers, like she thought she once was. Finally one of the men spoke.

“We’re approaching the palace. The imperatrix will explain things to you shortly.”

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

Jewel tapped at the glass of the bottle. It was obviously not magical, it would be incredibly easy to break out. But every time Jewel even considered it, she thought about it from the soldier's point of view. No, She thought. I must hear them out. That is the correct thing to do. When they finally told her where they were going she sighed in relief. "Thank you very much, gentlemen. Might I ask your names?" She gave a short pause. "My name is Jewel, I am a faerie as you more than likely know. I will follow you to the palace, but might I be let out of this bottle? It is awfully uncomfortable." She stepped a bit closer to the walls of the bottle, and caught a glimpse of her reflection against the glass. Wh-where did my clothes go!? Jewel gave a squeak of surprise, and fell back. She wrapped her wings around herself, as her face flushed with embarrassment. "E-Excuse me gentlemen! Might I have some clothing? O-obviously you probably do not have spare clothing for a faerie, but give me a few flower petals. Or a piece of silk, a handkerchief! I'll make my own clothing from it, I beg of you."

[leocain]

Everyone's eyes turned to the black haired young man, sighing at that as he facepalmed. Good way of being the center of attention. While he would normally boast a bit and go charging into the trip, but right now, he just wanted to eat a bit before doing anything. But still, if an imperial messenger came to him, it's gotta be big. Why me of all people, but, hey, you just got to roll with it. With a seemingly relaxed, but still proud walk, he calmly got to the messenger. If Leonis Klaw was known for something, it was for his attitude.

"I am Leonis Klaw, what is your business with me, and why couldn't it wait until I ate something?" He smiled, but bowed as he said so, not wanting to get into a fight without need.

[Chevaleresse]

Seyr glanced back at Marienne for a moment, still watching the boggart out of the corner of his eye. "Why, thank you, Marienne! You're always so nice to me." He took a piece and tore off a small bit, then ate that. It tasted. . . well it was made by a child. But, he appreciated the gesture. "It's good," he said with a smile on his face. "I have to go do something, though. I'll see you in a bit." Bread still in hand, he walked towards the other fey, staring it directly in the eyes. "What is it that you want here?" He almost threatened aloud what he was thinking; a boggart could eat children, yes, and a wyvern could eat boggarts.

[Jory]

Gizmo nearly rocketed out of bed as his father entered the small attic. Despite being small even by gnomish standards, it was his attic. The walls were nearly completely lined with a workbench that was strewn with side projects and idle tinkerings. One of Gizmo's favorite things about his father was how good a teacher the man could be when he wasn't busy fussing over his cuckoo clock collection. From an early age he had watched his father working with the tiny tools and parts, and by the time he was eight he was taking apart pocketwatches to learn how they worked. Among the many things he learned from his father was that punctuality was key in growing up in a clockmaker's home. The absence of said punctuality was usually filled with the sharp thwack of a switch across bare knuckles. Truth be told the gnome had never minded it, and by this point it felt natural to wake and sleep as the cuckoos crowed.

So when his father walked in to wake him, the young man was out of bed and getting dressed for the day faster than you could say "Fart knuckle salad peaches on the roof of the student hallway emporium." I'm not entirely sure why you'd say that, but there it is anyway. By the time you'd finished reading that seemingly tangential example, Gizmo was already washed up and running down the stairs. His platinum hair was gelled skyward and he wore a pair of purple-lensed welding goggles on his forehead. His smushed, swinish nose wrinkled happily at the smell of tea on in the kitchen. Unfortunately, there'd be no time for tea this morning. All his father should have seen as he motored toward the door was the mud-brown flash of his coveralls and workboots. "See ye later, Da," he said quickly as he exited his childhood home.

[Kurotsune]

It gorged itself on the food he brought. That thing. That offspring of his. It ate and it devoured and it didn't care for a moment who it was that it devoured. It killed what used to be the parents of the beings who birthed the malformed shapes that now composed it. this grotesque, half-thing, incomplete by origin and purpose, clinged onto life so dearly it's progenitor couldn't help but smile.

He was growing quick. Soon it would be time.

Gizmo Horom

In his maddening haste, Gizmo ran past without ever actually greeting his father, and so was never able to receive the royal seal he needed to gain passage into the castle. The guards stared at him solemny as he pleaded his case, undoubtedly seeing him as some sort of madman, almost to the point were Gizmo barely considered giving up and going home. Fuck this, prison isn't that bad after all, right?

"Well, well, what have we here?" A familiar, childish voice cooed behind him with glee. Gizmo recognized it instantly. Before he could even mutter the words "grandfather", the man - if he could be called that - spun him around into a hug.

The partriarch of the Gizmo family looked much younger than his offspring. In fact, there are many who'd assume him to be Gizmo's son, gods forbid his grandfather! The man-child looked thirteen years old, wearing the same platinum-blonde, gelled-back hair his grandson wore, only his was hidden under a large-brimmed conical hat that was almost as tall as the man wearing it; Which is, to say, not that tall at all.

Eugene Horom was comically short, standing at just a foot and a half tall. All this added to his childish appearance, and Gizmo knew very well this was no facade.

Eugene Horom was not only the current headmaster of the Time Guild, he was the only headmaster. When he learned time magic from the elven clockmaker Morthil three hundred years ago, his mastery over time grew so great he learned how to rewind his own biological clock and freeze it, permanently keeping him eighteen years old.

In this sense, Eugene was more fae than man, for he had achieved that which all mortals desire: Biological imortality. Gizmo, of course, loved and adored his uncle, so this surprise was a good one - They rarely had the chance to meet, with Gizmo being able to count in one hand how many times he'd seen his grandfather in his entire life, and though he thought this would change upon joining the Time Guild, it didn't very much at all.

"General Horom!" The knights announced, snapping Gizmo back into reality. "It's an honor, sir!" Oh, right, there was also that.

As one of the first mortal mages, his grandfather was also a war hero. One of the men who led the charge against the elves, Eugene Horom became known as the Northern Griffin due to his ability to suspend himself from time in such a way he could neglect gravity and fly, making him one of the deadliest combatants in the great elven war.

This seemed impossible looking at him, yet the silent aura of might that hid behind the man's innocent smile and the respect he commanded with his very presence proved otherwise.

"Come on, Gizmy! I was the one who called for you anyway; Let me just take you in with me!" Horom nodded at the guards, who immediately parted to open way, and pointed to the great open halls of the Mithran palace. "After you, kid!"

Leonis Klaw

“Good, you’re here!” The messenger looked at the man, then offered him a short nod, and held out his hand with a metal Leonis would recognize as the royal seal. “Your majesty summons you. You are to report to the palace at once!” The mean clearly seems to mean at once, given how he turns and motions for you to follow immediately afterwards.

Seyr

“Your emperor summons you.” The boggart’s tone is eloquent, but arrogant and bold. Seyr recognized this; An elf, punished into becoming a boggart for one or ten lifetimes. Punishment for a minor crime, as elves are supposed to be absolutely immaculate. At least this meant he wasn’t going to attack this village; This type of fae was far too arrogant to ever even consider recognizing the existence of a human being. This said, it was clear this one had been a boggart for far too long. Although it remained serene and composed, it’s mouth drooled disgustingly, with a large pool of the murky-red liquid, almost the color of diluted blood, formed below his feet. Seems he was watching you for a while.

He notices your gaze, and in somewhat of an ashamed hurry wipes his blood-colored snot-like slob from his face.

“Either way, let’s hurry up. I will open the portal, and we will go immediately. No time to waste!” He looks at you again, almost glaring at your suspicious look, but then he smiles.

“Oh! Smart, to doubt me. I forgot. Here.” He shows you the emperor’s sigil, and as far as you can tell it’s the real deal. The creature opens the portal and motions through it in a hurry. “Quick! Before the humans see me! Come on!”

If Seyr were to remember little Marianne, upon looking back he’d notice she seemed frozen in place, as if everything around them had stopped. Seems this boggart is more powerful than it looks.

Jewel

Jewel would notice a small version of an elven formal dress resting near the cork of the bottle, and she’d find it easy to remove from there and to wear, accentuating her shape so perfectly it almost looked slightly risqué.

She recognized the royal palace as she was taken inside, and then placed in a large, closed room with nothing but a table and a few chairs. She was placed in the center of the table, and the bottle was then uncorked. A guard spoke.

“I apologize, but I ask that you wait patiently until the others arrive. Things will be explained shortly.”

Leon Rader

I guess it was lucky of you to start training early today. As you trained in the outer grounds of the Steel Guild, you noticed that the guildmaster was oddly absent – She usually was awake as soon as or even sooner than you were – yet today she was nowhere to be seen. Paying no mind to it – The guildmaster’s business was none of your own, after all, you continued to train.

When the messenger arrived, he had to go through you first, and so you were quickly briefed. You received your seal, and was told to go to the royal palace. Time was wasting, you figured, and off you went.

You arrived there without a hitch, showing the guards the seal and being let into a large waiting room. You sat down and shifted uncomfortably in the lavish, spacious sofa you were upon, glancing around the pearly-white halls for a few minutes before the guards opened the doors again.

“Oh? It seems we weren’t the first!” A childish voice announces, a gnome entering the room soon followed by another, seemingly older and taller. Leon recognized the man’s clothing; He was Eugene Horom, headmaster of the Time Guild, and hero of the war. Respect was due.

[Chevaleresse]

"Mmh? Emperor?" If he had been in his natural form, Seyr's frills would have perked up with curiosity. As it was, he still straightened a bit. "What does the emperor want with me..?" He started toward the portal, but halted for a moment as he belatedly remembered Marienne. Seyr looked back at her, a twinge of protective instinct almost dragging him back toward the human girl. After a moment of hesitation, curiosity won over, and he tore himself away from the village and toward the portal, proceeding through at an almost startlingly quick rate.

[Omega_Ra1der]

As soon Leon recognized one of the two gnomes clothes as the headmaster of the Time Guild, he immediately got off of the couch and approached Eugene. Leon said "Master Eugene, I'm Leon from the Steel Guild and it's a honour to meet you as I heard tales of you such as being one of the war heroes and one of the first mortal mages." He proceeded to salute Eugene. But he can't help but notice the gnome standing by him, wondering who is he?

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

As the cork slid off the top of the bottle, the dress fell down in front of Jewel. "Please, look away gentlemen." She grabbed the dress and put it on. Jewel ran her hands through the clothing, feeling the fabric. It almost felt familiar. Fluttering her wings twice, she flew straight up through the bottle's mouth and then flew a few lazy circles around the bottle. When she was sure her wings were undamaged from being cooped up, she flew at head height of one of the guards and bowed her head slightly. "Thank you very much, both of you. While my transportation was a bit stuffy both of you were incredibly kind and gentle. I will make sure to remember that. I will gladly await to be called upon." A little voice in her head was actually really annoyed at having to wait at all. But she didn't have much of a choice. If she tried to run away or escape, the Emperor would know. And the last thing Jewel wanted was to invoke the Emperor's wrath.

[Jory]

Gizmo greeted his grandfather enthusiastically, glad for the stark contrast his avuncular grandparent presented to his sometimes-too-serious dad. As they made their way into the palace, Gizmo was forced to wonder: What exactly did his granddad want with him? It's not as though we're particularly close. His questions, however, only increased in number as they reached the antechamber. Some man named Leon of the Steel Guild decided to come introduce himself to the General. 'Gizmy' sighed. I guess it's too much to ask for a moment alone. He reached into his toolbelt and pulled out a small contraption he'd been working on lately. He pulled a tool off his belt. It was a golden cylinder slightly wider than the gnome's hand. As he took it out he flicked a switch, causing the top to split open and a wrench to come out of it before closing around the newly emerged tool. He then pulled his goggles down onto his face, raising a hand to his face with his fingers in an "o" and adjusting a lens by turning it slightly. His preparations complete, he began to tinker, periodically pulling a spare part or other small tool from his belt to assist himself.

[leocain]

"Must be important if they want me to be so urgently" With a shrug, Leonis took the seal and fixed his blade in order to leave. With a wave and bow, he excused himself from the rest of the group. The messenger lead him to the castle, more curious than anything about everything. He decided to go introduce imself to the general, when he saw other people in the area. With a nod, he greeted most of them, while waiting for the news. Gotta be big if the emperor wants to see us, and for it to be such a small crew, must be discrete.

[Kurotsune]

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It clutched at the little fairy with it's claw-hands, all four of them. The creature winced as it was turned apart, but it's body hadn't dissappeared as a Fae's body should. Instead, the little pieces that rolled off of his monster-child's mouth, carried over by the dollops of blood, pus and drool he would release almost constantly - specially when feeding - turned into stone.

It had worked. He had finally done it. Once and for all, and at long last.

He could finally die.

Leon, Leonis, Gizmo

Headmaster Horom greets all of you warmly, but his face grows serious when all show up. He points to the three chairs in front of the table, and motions for you to sit. After you are all properly sat down, the man moves to the other side of the room. With a wave of his hand, the entire room seems to drain away, revealing itself to be an illusion. after seconds in a sea of darkness, a new scenary seems to appear as if falling from the sky.

The three of you are now sat in front of a grand hall, with a man you know to be King Augustus the Second sat in the highest chair, in the middle of the room.

Three chairs to each of his sides stood half as tall. Directly to his right and left, sat Michael Kronis and Raphael Ernestus respectively, the High Generals of Mithra. To Michael's side sat Alice Swiftedge, master of the steel guild, followed by Marianne, headmistress of the shadow guild. To Raphael's side sat Arthur Bright, headmaster of the blood guild, and Horace Fleetfloot, headmaster of the heat guild.

Horom stood in front of all of them, turned towards the three apprentices. WIth a wink, the man seemed to seemingly vanish, reappearing almost immediately in a chair of his own, floating quietly above the king's throne.

The king stood up, followed by his generals. The three walked towards you, and the king shook each of your hands personally.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Leonis, Leon, Gizmo. Your masters have spoken highly of you."

Augustus nods, and turns to Michael. "My dearest general, if you'd please?" The man nods in turn, and the King and Raphael return to their seats.

"You three have been called as . We asked each guild leader to offer one - Eugene suggested you, Gizmo. Alice suggested Leonis, and Leon was suggested by Marianne. The other two guild masters' referrals have already been briefed, due to varying circumstances, and they will meet you in the field. Now, onto why you were called."

Michael paces the table back and forth as he speaks, not nervously, but clearly agitated. This is a man built for combat, and a single glance makes that clear. While he is serene, his face belies the fact that the life of an administrator is a painful one for him.

"We need the three of you to deliver a package. To Emperor Zane, of the elven empire."

The general stops, awaiting for your reaction. It becomes clear that whatever this summon is for, it's something important; And they are expecting you to recognize this.

Jewel, Seyr

Jewel awaited patiently inside the room, now fully-clothed, until a bright flash of light caught her attention. Seemingly from thin air, space would rip itself apart and two figures, a boggart and what seems to be a normal human, step inside.

As soon as the human's foot touches the ground, the very structure begins to shake. The room expands and the walls collapse, revealing nothing but white around them. In this much greater space, the figure of Zane was projected through magic into the sky, his visage clear as day.

Before either of them could notice, the Boggart had vanished. But the ground didn't stop shaking. Seyr felt energy sourge through his body, forcing him to shift against his will. He'd remember it mentioned before that no Fae is allowed to visit the elven lord in anything but their true form, and he'd soon realize his body was shifting, expanding, taking his original shape. The Silver Wyvern stood tall, occupying a large portion of the space, and creating a stark contrast with the minuscule fairy at it's side.

"I permit you to keep these forms, and I apologize for making you do so." Zane's voice echoes. It is not ruthless nor commanding, but serene and quiet, almost like a hushed whisper.

"And I beg your pardon for approaching you in such a discretive manner. I need assistance, and I need it to be kept discreet. This is why you two were chosen; I believe between yourselves you will find it most easy to accomplish this."

Zane continues. "As you are aware, my predecessor was made to willingly take her own life, forcibly removing herself from the cycle of rebirth. Olcadil had ruled us for over ten thousand years, and her loss was a great one, but I wish to learn from her mistakes.

Forgive me if I seen polarizing, my friends, but regardless were the five betrayers were right when the war happened, in this era, they words certainly ring true. With mortals mastering magic beyond their understanding, it falls to us to guide them. To bridge this gap of hatred that exists between our peoples, and hopefully, lead both mortals and fae to a brighter future.

This is why you two were chosen. I hope that, from all other fae, you two would agree with me.

I'd like you to answer me first. Should you refuse, worry not about your lives. I will simply remove your memories of this event, as it is my right, and you will be allowed to continue your existances freely.

What is your choice?"

[Omega_Ra1der]

Leon was surprised when the High General finished saying the sentence to deliver a package to the Elven Emperor, Zane. What more surprising is he was the shadow guild headmistress selection.

Leon spoke out "Um,High General Micheal. I'll honour the order as it's in my nature to do every order, no matter how crazy the order is but are you serious about this? I mean from our history with the elven empire. But I will do it!" He then saluted.

[leocain]

Leonis nearly fell from his chair as he heard the news, after all, most elves hate mortals like him and Rader, but recovered soon enough, and crossed his arms in a rather relaxed pose. "I have no problem on carrying this duty, after all, I tend to dare death fairly often" A cocky smile flashed for a second "And this is clearly important, but I have to ask, what will we be taking, especially if it's dangerous or valuable enough for us to go so far and in front of the Elf Emperor, no less" Klaw's body tensed, and he was obviously not going to back down on this.

Edited July 24, 2015 by leocain

[Chevaleresse]

Seyr stretched his muscles for a moment as he thought on the emperor's request. Belatedly, he realized that the magic that had forced him into his true form had likely left his vocal cords in natural form; after this, he realized this did not, in fact, matter. He wasn't speaking a mortal language, after all.

It seemed that the emperor's proposition would take him across the mortal realms in some way. Seyr wasn't entirely sure what it would entail, but it certainly sounded interesting. He regretted leaving his little village, somewhat, but wanderlust had been tugging at his wings already, and with such a small population, there was little left to glean from them after so much time there.

With a deep, sibilant tone that was somewhat reminiscent of the voice of his human form, the wyvern answered Zane. "I agree with you, and accept whatever task you choose to give me."

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

Jewel was a bit awestruck by everything, the sudden magic, the teleportation, the aura the Emperor gave out, and the wyvern next to her that could easily swallow her whole. Then again, most creatures can swallow a fairy whole. She took a deep breath before speaking.

"Your Greatness, this is the course that will most likely avoid war correct?" She asked, looking directly at the Emperor. "I do not wish war upon anyone, so if this is the way to avoid it I will gladly dedicate myself to the task."

Blinking once or twice, she looked to her side and gasped. "My apologies, I'm so sorry I forgot to introduce myself!" She bowed her head and stared at the wyvern. "My name is Jewel. It's pleasure to meet you, Your Greatness, Sir. Wyvern."

[Jory]

Gizmo blinked several times, not quite believing what he was hearing. Still, a small voice in the back of his head angrily whispered that he had only been selected because of his grandfather. He did his best to shake the feeling and pay attention to what the General had to say. However, he found himself constantly wondering whether that had been the case or not. Suddenly, he heard the mention of the Elven Emperor, Zane. A package? To the Fae? he wondered. Throughout all of his childhood, he could remember little of what his family had to say about the Fae. The public, however, was not so quiet. The general consensus seemed to be one of mistrust. The tinkerer, however, did not tend to agree with that assessment. His father had always taught him that when fixing a pocketwatch, it's important to have respect for the original artisan's design. And as far as magic went, the Elves were the most experienced users in the world. The Time apprentice found it rather foolish for the Mortals to be so dismissive of the Elves' knowledge of the arcane.

"It'll be great to get out of the city. Plus, I have some new inventions I want to try out," he said with a light grin.

[Chevaleresse]

Seyr looked around for a moment, neck outstretched as he searched for the source of the sound. Finally, he glanced downward, sighting the pixie immediately upon doing so. He backed away from her a few steps, then lowered himself downward onto all fours, wingtalons to either side of the small creature and head only inches away from her. It was like looking at prey from the skies, yet here she was, right in front of him. He angled his head back and forth, then finally replied to the greeting. "Hello, Jewel." He made an effort not to exhale too strongly at the minuscule fae. "I am Seyr. It is good to meet you." After this, he rose back up to a normal posture and looked back toward Zane.

[Kurotsune]

Leonis, Leon, Gizmo

You can hear an exasperated sigh escape Eugene's lips. Marianne shakes her head slightly. Alice non-chalantly shrugs her shoulder, staring at the General and waiting for his reaction.

This is a man accostumed to command, and while his eyes widen the slightest at the complete lack of it he was offered, the releases a small chuckle instead, cutting the tension formed in the room.

"Yes, I'm not surprised your curiosity overwhelmed your manners. But from now on, you will call me ser as it is proper." The word is emphasized. "And you will ask no questions or give any answers until I give you permission to do so."

He doesn't wait for acknowledgement, simply motioning for Raphael to approach instead.

"Raphael will accompany you to the border, in disguise. He will keep the package with himself at all times. When you reach the border, you will meet up with the other two guild representatives. One of them will keep the package on themselves. You are not to question it's contents or attempt to see what's inside. If you do, you will immediately be considered traitors to the crown, and put to death on the spot."

With this, Michael nods at Raphael and returns to seat himself next to the king.

"I believe that, before we begin, it's important we make it clear to you were you stand. Your responses to the High General seem to reveal you think you're something special, that we should be glad you're helping us. We didn't ask the guild masters to suggest geniuses or anyone special. You're here because you're not special. You are all beginners at your respective guilds, and you command no power or respect of your own. To call you mediocre would be the greatest compliment.

But understand this: I will not tolerate insolence, nor will I tolerate impudence. You will obey, and you will do so quietly and unquestioningly. Or mission is simple. I will accompany you to the borders of the Mithran realm in disguise, during with time you will refer to me as simply Allen.

We will go to the border city of Mirthwood, where we will meet our Fae escorts in the Giant's Boot inn. That's when we part ways - The package will be with the Fae from that point on. You will however still accompany them to Emperor Zane, as it is imperative that a representative of Mithra is there when the package is delivered.

If any of you are the least intelligent, you're questioning why you are even here. Why you are needed. It's simple. It's less suspicious if we move under the guise of a group of beginners on a training pilgrimage. To maintain this disguise, you will take assignments in the elven cities in your Guild's respective message boards. This part I'm certainly sure I needn't explain to you."

"That's all you need to know for now. I will meet you in the morning, in my disguise. Converge at the city gates, and be ready to move early in the morning.

Manage to not screw this up, and you'll all gain a boom more than worth your time. Dismissed." With a wave of his hand, Raphael sends you away - Physically. The rooms where the others are drains away like the other room had before, the sound of them discussing among themselves slowly turning into an unintelligible buzz and then nothing. Soon you're back to the room you were before, completely alone except for each other.

You have a day to prepare.

Seyr, Jewel

Zane smiles warmly, wrinkles forming at the sides of his eyes to confirm it's sincerity. "Thank you, my friends." the Emperor begins. "I shan't take too much of thy time. Thy mission is simple: You will move to the town of Mirthwood, and you will receive a package from a human Knight. Once you do this, you will have to accompany some of these humans back in my kingdom, stopping by each village in the way and assisting the townsfolk.

I understand this sounds unnecessary, but trust me. This has been in planning for longer than you know; It's imperative that you succeed."

Zane waves, as if to dismiss you, but catches himself.

"I've nearly forgotten." The fae goes somber as he continues "I've felt... Odd things happening in the cycle. Some fae seem to have been changed, somehow. Others left the cycle, but in their last moments I felt... Fear. That shouldn't be possible in a willing death. Not that kind of fear.

Be careful, my friends. I want you to return to me as you are, and nothing but." With another smile, Zane waves you off, and the walls seemingly reconstruct themselves around you - Seyr would find himself far too cramped if he lacked the insight to transform when the magic started to dissipate. Soon enough, the two of you are left in the same room you were before, completely alone.

Well, Zane was clear. Time is of the essence.

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

Jewel bowed her head as the image of Zane disappeared, but she wasn't sure she had done it in time. Some of the things the emperor said left her with a bit of a sour taste. It's not about the humans. She thought. What could a fae possibly fear in death. She spent half a minute contemplating the problem until she snapped herself out of her trance.

"Sir Sey... Sir Serr..." Jewel looked to the side and her face reddened a shade at her tied tongue. She cleared her throat and started all over again. "Mr. Seyr I think the Emperor was clear on our mission. Shall we depart?" She added a bit of a calming smile, maybe to hide her earlier vocal mistake.

[Chevaleresse]

The walls beginning to form about him and the ceiling brushing his head cued Seyr's transformation into human form, at least for the moment. "That seems like a good plan. Have you ever been to Mirthwood? I haven't. Do they have a map? I wonder what the food is like there." It might have seemed difficult to tell whether the wyvern was speaking to himself or the pixie next to him. He started to leave the room, then stopped and turned back to look at Jewel again. "Did I miss anything?" he asked, making a gesture indicating his entire body. "The eyes can be tough to get right, and occasionally I forget some scales..."

[leocain]

A moment of silence impregnated the room, before Leonis let out a weary sigh and a shaking head. What a prick, still, he was going to do this, a knight's duty is to serve his home and leaders, even if he thinks it's suspicious or has a low opinion of their personalities. "We better get ready, maybe get a few supplies and hope that this whole thing doesn't blow up on our faces, I don't want to start the next war with the Empire" With that, he left, giving a bow to his new allies. Perhaps some practice would do him some good. "Are you up for some practice, Rader? I need the excercise"

Perhaps I can figure out some things on the battlefield.

Edited August 5, 2015 by leocain

[Omega_Ra1der]

Leon was still pondering over the General order and why he was the shadow guild selection. "Why we have fae escorts, I get the navigation purpose but why we have the enemy helping us? Also why we have to stick with them? And why I was the shadow guild's selection out of all of the possible choices? Is there something going on with Marianne and myself?" He was still pondering when he snapped back to reality by Leonis Klaw asking to practice with him. He responded "Ah, sure. why not?"

Edited August 7, 2015 by OmegaRa1der

[Jory]

Gizmo sighed. Well, at least they didn't say we outright suck at our jobs, he thought to himself, trying to find the silver lining. He shrugged, deciding it wasn't worth worrying over. "I'll want to stop by my home first thing. I think I have a few little toys that may help us along the way," he said giddily to no one in particular, glad for the chance to show off his inventions. Even if his grandfather was critical of his magic, it would be hard to argue with the raw utility of Gizmo's designs.

[Kurotsune]

(((( Read the OOC ))))

“A...Apophillion...” The woman muttered softly, painfully, her body slumped against the man’s arms.

“This can’t be happening!” The man howls, his long silver hair cascading down his shoulders. “It can’t be! We cannot die!”

“Apophilllion… Remember… You must…”

Leon, Leonis, Gizmo

The day soon turned to night and night to day, and even though all of you assumed yourselves to be very early in your appearance at the town’s gate, Raphael was still there sooner.

“I was beginning to think you’d never show up.” The man looked over every single you appraisingly, the rising sun still on the horizon behind his back.

Raphael was wearing a full body cloak, with a hood and a mask that prevented his face from being revealed, yet the commanding tone and the sound of urgency when he addressed you made who he was very clear. With a command, you all proceed to walk down the road leading you to Mirthwood, and to the place where you’ll meet the elvish envoy.

A week passes before you near the town. Your food was painstakingly calculated by Raphael, and through the entire journey, Raphael was absent-minded and silent, only talking to you when it was of the utmost importance. All the time, he kept close to him a tightly sealed leather package with unknown contents inside. The man safeguarded it as if it was worth more than his own life.

And for all you knew, it was.

Soon however, you arrive in Mirthwood, following close behind the cloaked knight.

You arrive in the dead of night, and the town is filled only with the sound of silence, the streets quiet and the houses dark.

Although you see nothing wrong with this visage, Raphael keeps darting his head to the sides, eyeing every corner suspiciously. As you arrive at the village square, he snaps back and positions himself right in the middle of the three of you.

“Draw your weapons. Fae do not sleep.”

Seyr, Jewel

Elvish magic sure is convenient, what with you travelling to Mirthwood in less than a minute and all. With your envoy a week away, you’re both left with simply waiting until they arrive.

Well, time to know each other, I guess.