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[dramaking]

ooc: Sampson, I think it would be a good idea to bring in the Monks, whether Avalon or Byros, or both it doesn't matter wherever you put them it will be helpful, really helpful.
And Shadow, you might want to send Daethalion to the Scimitar. It's upper room is a dining area for the nobles, that's where Athos, and Obacai are. It should start sparks but remember not to have him realize every thing about who they are, Athos is just another possible Atlas (let's assume Thalion can't speak french)

 

[sampson x]

Obacai frowned a bit when Athos put conditions for a dinner that night, but he quickly got over it knowing that it was neccessary to the plan. The difficult part would not be getting the girl to come along, but to find one that he would not be completely uncomfortable with. Sadly, many of the fair ladies he had met that day he immediately saw that they were either snobby and high-nosed or utterly lost when it came to anything intellectual.

Obacai slowly made his way through the court, smiling to hide his true doubt that any available woman would ever meet his standards. After two more hours of drifting and talking, this doubt remained, and Obacai began to fear he may have to choose a date in haste.

That was when he bumped into Rebecca Silver, daughter of the Duke Silver. He had been discussing the problems of a bibliotheocracy with the Duke Silver when Rebecca slowly emerged from behind her father's figure; her long, blond hair flowed down from her face, her deep blue eyes both masked an inner wisdom and put the finishing touch on her pale, flawless face. The Duke acknowledged her, "Ah, Sir Obacai, this is my daughter, Rebecca."

Rebecca confidently, but not unshyly, stepped forward, "Sir Obacai, it is a pleasure to meet you. I have heard people talk of your wisdom in all matters."

Obacai bent his head to kiss the outstretched hand of Rebecca, "Even if it were true, I could not hope to compare myself with the all-wise God who created such a beautiful lady as yourself."

Rebecca blushed slightly, but did not lose her calm, "Perhaps, though, you might still have the charm about you to woo such a lady?"

Obacai smiled, "If such a lady would be willing to attend a dinner with me, than she might see if it were so."

Later that night, Obacai made his way to meet Athos at the Scimitar with Rebecca Silver arm in arm. Seeing that they had arrived second, Obacai and Rebecca made their way to the table where Athos and Marie were already seated. Obacai held Rebecca's chair until she had seated herself; he then took a seat himself.

((Whoops, missed your post. I'll just make another post for the monks.))

 

[sampson x]

((Okay, figured out my idea for what to do with the Monks. This would have happened the night Gavin slept on his idea and the night that Athos and Obacai travelled/arrived at Avalon.))

Quen stealthfully slid the edge of his large, silver blade across the helpless elf-guard's neck. It's body immediately went limp and fell into a pile on the ground. Quen wiped his blade quickly on the grass before sheathing it. His entirely black outfit now blended into surroundings.

Old enough to understand the importance of his mission to his Order, yet young enough to still perform acrobatics, Quen had been chosen to undertake one of the more forward missions. His job; to kill the Elven King of the Byros province. That in itself was not the hard part. The hard part was what would come after.

Quen now bent down to pick up the lance the elite-trained guard had been holding. It was a fine weapon, but Quen's hands were new and clumsy with it. Walking the rest of the way into the King's sleeping chamber, Quen brought the lance down on the King's sleeping form in one quick motion. There was no struggle for life, the king immediately died. Quen then pulled dead guard into the room and laid the lance beside his body. Without making a sound, Quen snuck out of the city.

The next morning, everything was astir. One of the elite-trained elf guards under Gavin had just assassinated the King, then committed suicide on the spot. It was naturally assumed that after not having his request granted, Gavin had ordered one of his guards to kill the king. The high council immediately announced Gavin as a criminal and enemy to the Byros province. Anyone who assisted Gavin could be put to death.

((There, hope that works.))

 

[dramaking]

Athos chuckled, it seemed his friend had managed to snag one of the most famous beauties of Avalon, he himself would have taken her, but he was much older than her.

"My dear Madame Silver, how good to see you.
I must congrulate my friend on a spectacular choice,
His taste is once again impecable, as are you.

And fair lady Marie, I am honored that you have graced me with your presence.

Though I must ask? What has happened in my absense from this bastion of beauty? I have heard a new king has arisen, but I ignore my friend, surely he has his own questions as he hasn't been given the great gift of the grace of this fair citadel. Is there any thing that you wish to know Obacai?"

 

[Shadowseldil]

(((Ok, let's see what I can do..)))

Exeter sat in his chamber, thinking. "Well, Atlas is soon to be dead, but for what? Hmm... Death in battle... No, it is too good. He is still too mighty and proud. There must be more I can do. I want him to beg for death before my feet. No... not death for him. Not yet."
He rang for a servent and delivered a message into his hand. "Deliver this to Vlasdimir. Tell him to send it on to whomever he sent to assassinate Atlas."

Meanwhile, Daethalion had made his way to the Shining Schimtar and stood waiting for Merideth. He made a promise to the girl, and he was bound by his inflaggable good form. Besides, he wanted to know more of this girl, something in her blood that interested him.
He was only waiting a few moments before Merideth came in. She was wearing a very formal outfit, and even still she was less dressy than most of the people there.
"Hello again, Maxim," she said in a flirtatious voice. "I was wondering if you would really be here."
"Why would I not be here? I said I would."
"Oh, yes of course. I'm sorry, it's just some men in the past...well, you know."
"Yes, I do. Men are rather untrustworthy."
"Well, not all of them, I guess. I mean, you came."
"What does that prove?"
"Well, I mean...uh...you...uh.."
"Excuse me," said a very formal-looking man. "Will it be just the two of you tonight?"
"For now, yes," said Daethalion. "Would you mind if I invited my friend to dine with us, should we see him?"
"I suppose that would be fine," said Merideth.
"This way, then," said the waiter.
After they were seated, the two began to discuss the events of the day. "Did you happen to see my friend, Merideth?"
"Well, there were several people who signed up for the Tournament of Kings, but none who matched your description. I'm sorry."
"No, no, not at all. You kept an eye for me, and I appreciate it."
"So, were you able to regester for the tournament?"
"Of course, was there any doubt?"
Merideth's eyes widened. "You mean you really did get in? That's incredable! I can't believe it! Wow, I just...Wow."
"It is really no big thing."
"But it is; I've never really known anyone in royalty."
"Really, someone as beautiful as you?"
Merideth blushed. "Well, you know men."
Daethalion frowned grimly. "Yes, I do."
"Maxim, may I ask you something, please?"
"Go ahead, my dear."
"What, well, I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but... who are you? In the Regestration chambers, you spoke to me in elven. First, how do you know elven, and second, why did you speak that language to me?"
Daethalion smiled. "You are half-elven, are you not? Mother's side, I would guess. There is something in the eyes, a certain twinkle. I can recognise it. And I suppose you guessed correctly; I aught to know that twinkle. You may well suppose I am an elf, but not of the common breed, hence the dark skin. I would not pass a lady of my distant kinship without giving her a proper greeting. It would be ungentlemanly. However, please do not tell any one."
"Why?"
"I do not know how men feel toward elven kind; elves do not hold men in very good will. I would not like to find myself suddenly fighting outside the tournament for my life. Then, there are my people. We are a small tribe, and I fear how men may treat them."
"I see. To be honest, Maxim, I do not care for life here, in 'civilized' world. Perhaps I might be able to return with you?"
Daethalion bit his lower lip. "I cannot promise that, Merideth, but if it is within my power, I will take you from here."
Suddenly, all attention was drawn to a nearby table of two men and two women.

(((Sorry, drama, but I can't think of any valid reason for Daethalion and Altas to meet, so I'm forcing things a bit. I'll edit that last line if you don't like it.)))

 

[sampson x]

((Actually, I can give a good reason for the attention suddenly shifting to Athos and Obacai. I was going to have the monks visit Avalon too, but I didn't know how to do it last night.))

Obacai was about to respond to Athos' prompt when he suddenly felt the prick of a sword being pressed against his back. A man dressed completely in black hissed behind him, "Don't move, or you and your friends are as good as dead." Obacai glanced around enough to see that three other men dressed in similar garb to the first had emerged and held their swords to Athos and the women's backs as well.

Obacai wasn't sure what was happening, but managed to stutter, "Do not harm the others. For whatever reason you want me you may have me, but you must not hurt the others."

The man chuckled, "Spoken like a true coward too scared to put up a fight. I didn't think it would be this easy."

Obacai cringed as the blade was pressed a little harder into his back. Rebecca gave a worried look to Obacai, "Why are they doing this, Obacai?"

((Cue Drama and Shadow. If this completely messes everything up, then ignore it and I'll edit it.))

 

[dramaking]

Athos gave a cough of disgust, his own safety was pointless as he sincerely doubted tht any one in Avalon could best him with the sword.

He was Atlantian, few knew it but he had no human blood in his veins, and he had the advantage of hundreds of years of war-breeding

The ladies danger on the other-hand was a pointless and reckless move that would cost the Monks dearly.

When he felt the prick of the Monks blade he lashed his rapier out.

The ferocity of the blow, coupled with how it was delievered shattered the chair that Athos had sat in
and pinned the offending monks hand,
Athos quickly delievered a fencing thrust that cut through the opponents brisket.
Quickly removing his blade he kicked back the other monk, as he turned to take the final foe the second monk lept back with his blade upraised

In a few short seconds he disarmed him, and after returning his rapier to it's hilt and planting the monks blade deep into the wooden table,
Athos slammed the man into the table, his face directly into the cod, and after ripping down one of the iron hooks that held the decorations drove it into his shoulder to keep him stationary.

He saw the last monk, the man who had threatened Obacai, this was difficult, he could kill him but it would risk the ladies and his friend.

Decisions decisions....

 

[Shadowseldil]

(((I'm going to wait for the monk's response before actually doing anything.)))

A tall man began to fight several other man in black robes. Merideth shreiked as a robed figure with an odd sword was kicked into her. Before the robed man could recover, an epee point stuck between his eyes. He fell to the floor at her feet.
"Are you hurt, milady?" Daethalion said as he rushed to her side.
She nodded, too startled and frightened to speak. Daethalion looked her over. "It is well, no blood on your dress."
He turned and saw another robed figure slumped against the wall dead, another with his face buried in the table. A final one still stood, and from his angle, Daethalion could see he had a blade in the back of one of the tall man's companions.
"Stay here, Merideth. I may need to help." At this, he quietly redrew his sword and worked his way behind the monk.

 

[WhiteLily]

ooc: Hey dramaking, could you possibly give me a starter paragraph for Kelli or Sierra? I only have one day to catch up then I'm gone again for another week. So ya, PLEASE help me! AND KEEP KELLI AND SIERRA UP TO DATE!!!!!!!!

 

[dramaking]

ooc: It seems I am too late, sorry. But I will try to keep them flying over the week

 

[dramaking]

Kelli had arrived in Byros several hours before,
she had checked the position of the elves, but when she had heard the position of the politics she left for one of the human cities.

When she had arrived she questioned the political leaders of the city,
they explained that they were fully behind Amoria, the army, the emperor, and Atlas. But they were also completely seperate from the elves and so could do nothing.

However there was one gentleman who might have some thing to do with it, he was an elf who had recently arrived in the midst of controversial situations and was hiding from the elven armies.

She went to find him

((that's as good as it get's from me))

 

[boxers]

Scott had been all over taking the best fighters from each town and training them. All together he had gathered 1,000 men and was headed towards byros.

 

[sampson x]

((Yeah, I've been gone for a basketball tourney the last several days, sorry I forgot to warn all of you.))

Obacai remained still as he watched Athos dispose of the three monks with grace and power. He would have pulled his own rapier if he would have had the skill with the sword that Athos had. Not having the ability to quickly draw his sword and slice his agressor in two, Obacai contented himself with remaining still and watching for an oppurtunity.

As the third monk met his doom, the final monk's eyes grew wide as he gaped with horror at Athos, "You...You're...You're not...but...how? Wait...You're Atl..." The monk's words were cut short when the end of Obacai's rapier cut through the monk's throat. The monk's musing had caused him to lose his concentration on Obacai. Feeling the pressure of the sword tip diminish, Obacai had jumped to his feet, drawn his sword, and slashed the monk's throat open in an attempt to save Atlas' identity from being exposed.

Looking over the bloody mess they had caused and the shock-ridden women, Obacai with his ever ready wit was at a loss for what to say.

 

[Shadowseldil]

(((Well, thunderstorm here, so I gots ta go, but I'll post when I come back.)))

 

[dramaking]

Athos winced as Obacai slew the man,
it was needed, he knew, it was the wisest move and he would done it himself but Obacai, he was young idealistic. He was too young to end a life.

As the man's dying word was At... and Athos took that situation instantly

"Yes, I am Athos Vendeiris, and I am a swordsman."

He then turned to the man pinned to the table,

"Obacai, take this man and have him arrested."
So saying he pulled the hook from him and knocked him unconscious with it. And gave his body to Obacai.

 

[sampson x]

Kelli had arrived in Byros several hours before,
she had checked the position of the elves, but when she had heard the position of the politics she left for one of the human cities.

When she had arrived she questioned the political leaders of the city,
they explained that they were fully behind Amoria, the army, the emperor, and Atlas. But they were also completely seperate from the elves and so could do nothing.

However there was one gentleman who might have some thing to do with it, he was an elf who had recently arrived in the midst of controversial situations and was hiding from the elven armies.

She went to find him

((that's as good as it get's from me))

((Is the elf that is hiding from the armies Gavin? If so, he's not an elf, he's a human who leads an army of elves that are very loyal to him. If not, then Gavin will probably be meeting this elf soon as well.))

Obacai reluctantly but dutifully hefted the unconcious body over his shoulder. Turning to Rebecca, Obacai apologized, "I am extremely sorry for the mayhem, my dear, but it appears someone is after my life. For what reason I know not, but I intend to get to the bottom of it. Again, I apologize for the events of this evening, I did not forsee them. Athos, please entertain Rebecca until I've returned, thank you."

As he trudged out the door toward the local jail, Obacai sighed to himself, not knowing the reason behind the attacks. He also wondered at the strange garb and weapons of the attackers. He had heard rumors of a relegious sect that dressed as such, but had never believed them to exist.

After depositing the body and explaining what happened to the local magistrate, Obacai made his way back to the Scimitar. He wasn't sure how he would make it up to Rebecca, but he knew he would have to or risk losing his title as a courtier.

 

[dramaking]

ooc: All right, no it's not Gavin, and come on in we'll just fast forward a bit and Shadow, please hurry.

 

[Shadowseldil]

(((Ok, here goes, I think...)))

Daethalion slowly circled around the dark robed monk. However, his service was not needed. The monk quickly perished at the hand of the young man he was threatening, but before he died, Daethalion was close enough to hear, "You're Atl--" before his throat was slit.
Could it be? Atlas? It was possible; the fighter was extremely skilled, but he did not look how he was described. He was taller than Daethalion was told, and his hair was not the right color. Still, it could be...
"Yes," the warrior said boldly and proudly, "I am Athos Vendeiris, and I am a swordsman. Obacai, take this man and have him arrested."
The other man rose as Athos rendered the monk unconscious. Apologising to the lady who was with him, he dragged the bleeding man out of the building.
Daethalion knew that he must act fast before the moment was lost. Quickly he walked over to the three remaining diners. "Well played, good sir, well played. It is certain you saved the lives of the people here. However," here he pointed to Merideth and the monk lying dead at her feet, "I believe we have something belonging to you. Please, come and sit with us. You certainly cannot stay at this table; first it is in poor condition now, and second it is covered in blood from that fiend you had removed. I insist you come and dine with us."
"It is well by me, good masters," Merideth said with a curtsy, "but please do something about... him." She pointed to the body near the table.
"Oh, my apologies, Merideth. Athos, was it? We are Merideth and Maxim, and if you would help me move this body--just over to your table should be fine, someone is bound to come take care of this situation--you may dine with us. I see no reason for a miserable attempt as theirs to spoil your evening."

 

[sampson x]

((OK))

Lucky for him, Gavin's troops, though elven, remained faithful. They knew the truth even though they were not believed. After a short skirmish in the inner halls of the castle, Gavin's elite troops escaped to Gavin's quarters. Glad to see his troops but terrified at the news, Gavin made his plan known, "We must march to Falil's forest fortress. He is the only elf in Byros who I know that remains loyal to Amoria and its true ruler, Atlas.

After a day's march, Gavin and his remaining 3,000 troops arrived at Falil's forest fortress. The elves were recieved kindly and Gavin was escorted to Falil's private meeting room. There he was shocked to see a woman of beauty few could match. Gavin wondered what the woman could be doing here, but her motives were soon to be revealed.

Falil sat near the other two to discuss the matter at hand, "I have been informed that you both wish to send aid to Amoria for Atlas' cause. I empathize with you, but this is no easy task for neither you nor me. The Elves no longer trust humans, and too few remain to wage an effective war for any purpose. I fear the golden days of the elves are waning, but I believe they can be restored. Our only chance is in alligning ourselves with Atlas."

Gavin found Falil's speech a bit of a circular one, but interesting none the less. He wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to say, or if he was supposed to say anything at all.

Falil stood, "The task of convincing the elves of their inevitable demise in seclusion will be daunting, but I see no gain in not attempting it. For now, take what troops I can give you and take them where you need. I will remain here to try and sway the cold hearts of the high council and the new king, whoever that may be."

((Hope that works. Falil is sending about 6000 elite-trained archers. That makes 9,000 total Elven warriors. If you need more, I can make it a bigger number.))

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Obacai finally arrived back at the Scimitar. Popping into the small toiletry area, Obacai took it upon himself to wash off at least most of the blood recently attained from carrying the monk. This accomplished, Obacai returned to the dining area to find that the another was holding a conversation with Atlas. Not sure what was going on, Obacai made it the rest of the way to Atlas before asking, "What might be going on now?"

 

[dramaking]

"How very generous my dear sir, I thank you for your kindness. My dear ladies, I apologize for the situation that we were forced into, it was quite unentientional I assure you. I glady accept you invitation sir and madame."

And so they sat,

At this he waited for Maxim to speak as he was now the host and Athos knew the protcal by heart.