Road to the Grail

[will_wait4Him]

"As the mere man cannot enter the flame and not be consumed, can a mere man find the holy grail and live to tell the tale, but fear not for hope remains, you will find the one who cries the tears of rain and threw her, you will find what you seek."

- Hope of the Christian people;
Juven Gladlien, High Priest of the Christian Church -

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Ok, this is sort of a fictional medieval add-on story. Just so you know.
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Rules:
1.Cussing and sex will NOT be tolerated on this!!
2.Romance and a little gore is allowed.
3.No killing somebody elses character unless they say you can.
4.You are allowed as many characters as you please.
5.Use the best grammer you can and write in third person.
6.Have fun with mystical creatures and stuff like that on here!! This is a medieval fiction story.

My characters:
Name: Marion Roxim
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Discription: Long curly brown hair, sky blue eyes, tall and skinny, wears a white and blue dress that drapes to her ankles, white shoes with silver lacing.
Personality: Is a kind and loving person, seems to fill the a room with joy as she walks in, loves to ride her horse in the fields.
Weapon/s: Boot knife
Originality: English
World Status: Christian
Maritual Status: Single, natural heir to the throne of England
Sibling: Drago Bulivar, Drago Museveni - Adopted: Loakin Roxim
Brief History: Marion was the first born child of the King and Queen of England. Blinded by his want for a male child, the King ordered the child to the streets right after she was born. Fortunetly, she was found and adopted by a wealthy family, the Roxim's, and has lived with them ever since. She's always known in her heart she belonged to something larger then living with the Roxim's. For some reason, it always seems to rain hard whenever she cries.

Name: Drago Bulivar
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Discription: Curly bright blonde hair, dark blue eyes, tall and a huge build, wears a black suit of armor, black boots.
Personality: Isn't person anybody messes with, likes to be left alone and does what he wants. Doesn't care about the world or anybody else.
Weapon/s: Long double edges black sword, boot knife
Originality: English
World Status: Non-Christian
Maritual Status: Single
Siblings: Marion Roxim, Drago Museveni(does not know of either siblings)
Brief History: Drago Bulivar is the second born of the King and Queen of England. After the King finally was offered a male child, he smuthered Bulivar with everything Bulivar wanted. Pride had began to grow in his heart and soon he had joined the forces of evil and magic for purposes unknown. He betrayed the royal family before he could become a Christian.

Name: Drago Museveni(moosevenee) - is called Even for short
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Disciption: Curly dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, tall with a fare build, wears white silk clothing with something like leethril over it. Carries his sword wherever he goes, and brown boots.
Personality: Tries to the best of his ability to stay humble about it heir to the throne, but it somtimes gets to his head. Is gentle and kind to the ladies and is a person who avoids confrentation.
Weapon/s: Long double edged sword, medium length knife
Originality: English
World Status: Christian
Maritual Status: Single, heir to the throne of England
Siblings: Drago Bulivar, Marion Roxim(does not know of Marion)
Brief History: Drago Museveni was born after his older brother, Drago Bulivar, betrayed Christianity and joined the forces of evil and magic. Since then, he has been the heir to the throne of England.

Name: William Landerathe
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Discription: Long brown curly hair, brown eyes, sort of tall with pretty big build, wears brown clothing and a leather vest, black boots.
Personality: Loves to flurt with the ladies, isn't sure of his true meaning of living yet, is still questioning Christianity.
Weapon/s: Long doubled edged sword, throwing ax, boot knife
Originality: Scotish
World Status: Nuetrel
Maritual Status: Single
Siblings: None
Brief History: William wasn't born in a wealthy family like his best friend Even, but wouldn't want a wealthy life. He joined the Scotish Army when he was 18 and has moved up to Admiral. He now commands the entire Army of Scotland along side the King of Scotland.

Name: Loakin Roxim
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Discription: Sort of long dark brown hair, green eyes, short with no build, wears blue clothes with leethril like stuff over it, black boots.
Personality: Likes to go to church and meet to people. Though he doesn't live the best Christian life, he tries his hardest.
Weapon/s: Short double edged sword, long bow, large knife
Originality: English
World Status: Christian
Maritual Status: Single
Siblings: - Adopted: Marion Roxim
Brief History: Loakin was born in a pretty wealthy farm owner family. He was the oldest and only child until Marion came into the family. For a time he was jealous. buth e got over it. Marion and him get along off and on. Has just recently recieved the title of Paladin.

I'd like us all to share the Kings of England, Scotland, and Ireland. Oh, and the Head Sorceror, Arhegan Dagon.

It's reeeaaally late and I gotta get some shuddy. I'd like nobody post until I start the first chapter but go ahead and post your charcters.

 

[ZiSunka]

My character:

Name: Lydia Bauer
Age:21

Gender: Female

Discription: umarried servant woman who works as a farmhand on the estate of Lord Brightlingsea, Drago Bulivar's worst enemy. She does household chores, such as cooking and cleaning, but she also works in the fields when needed, like all the female servants in Brightlingsea's estate. Physically, she's average in every way, and wouldn't even be noticed by most people, especially the aristocracy. But there is something special about her, something not visible to the eye, but to the heart.

Personality: Lydia became a born-again Christian six years ago when one of the African slaves on Brightlingsea's estate led her to the Lord. She is devoted to Christ, but quiet about her faith. She doesn't go to the village church, instead she attends secret meetings of group that meets in an abandoned shed at the edge of the property. Most of the other Christians in the group are African. They have to meet in secret or they will be persecuted and possibly killed by people who see them as heretics. Being born-again by faith alone can be deadly in this time and place.

Weapon/s: Her only weapon is her faith in God and her Bible. The secret sect to which she belongs are pacifists.

Originality: English

World Status: Christian

Maritual Status: Single, never married, and at 21, slightly over the hill for marriage.

Siblings: All of her family was killed in a fire in the village when she was 12. She went to work at the estate because she has nowhere else to go.

Brief History: Lydia was born Mary Castlewood Bauer, the daughter of a man who was descended from a once-great family which was disgraced by their patriarch's greed and violence. She had six brothers and sisters until the fire took their home, their barn, their livestock and their lives. She alone escaped. She had to support herself, and the only work available to a girl in those days was to be a servant at a great estate. Lord Brightlingsea was a mean man, greedy and egotistical, but not cruel. She was well-kept, but not much freer than the slaves that Brightlingsea owned. One day, while they were working in the field together, one of the slaves told her that his life had been made better through his faith in Jesus Christ. She said that she attended mass every week, but she still didn't understand who Christ was. The slave explained it all to her, and she knelt in that field and was born-again. She changed her name to Lydia because she admired the woman who was so helpful to St Paul. Brightlingsea would kill her if he discovered that she was one of the heretics.

 

[will_wait4Him]

Thanks for joining, lambslove!! I'll post when I get back from the fair!

 

[CJF]

Sweet! You come up with the neatest add-on's Josh!



REAL NAME: Roxanne Luven

ALIAS NAME: Rebecca Stren

AGE: 20

GENDER: Female

DESCRIPTION:

PERSONALITY: Once a friend with her, you're a friend for life. She is willing to risk her life for the people(and country) she loves.

WEAPONS: She has two knives that are hidden within her skirts, and she can use a sword if needed, but mostly uses her knives.

ORIGINALITY: French

WORLD STATUS: Christian

MARITUAL STATUS: Single, doesn't exspect to marry.

SIBLINGS: She has two younger sisters, who know nothing of her exsistance.

BRIEF HISTORY: Roxanne was born to Queen Eliza and King Ferdinand, and at age 13, learned of their wicked intention to destroy the village just outside of the city they ruled. Roxanne left the Castle, changed her name from Roxanne Luven to Rebecca Stren, and helped the village her parent's planned to destroy in their fight against the Royal armies.
After that, Roxanne knew she couldn't go back to her role as a Princess. Instead, she ran away to England, to be sure she wouldn't be found, or recognized. She soon learned to hide her French accent, and has made up a biography of herself, just incase. She went back to France, once, to check on her family. Two young girls were born, the eldest was taking Roxanne's place as Princess. Roxanne went back to England knowing she could put her past behind her.


There's my character!

Great idea Josh!

 

[Blessed-one]

Have fun with mystical creatures and stuff like that on here!! This is a medieval fiction story.

.... as the characters are christians, can they use magic?
and what's the storyline?

 

[will_wait4Him]

If you guys have any questions, please PM me and I'll answer them for you.

 

[Kookaburra]

hey, I'll join tonight, when I can get on again...I'll have 2 chars, I think. I've got the bios all planned...I'll type em up on my un-networked computer then post them when I can.

 

[CJF]

I'll have two more characters:



NAME: Henry Habernathy

AGE: 23

GENDER: Male

DESCRIPTION:

WEAPONS: Two knives, and a long sword

PERSONALITY: He's a friendly, fun, loving person, but can be rather protective of his property.

ORIGINALITY: English

WORLD STATUS: Christian

MARITUAL STATUS: Engaged

SIBLINGS: None

BRIEF HISTORY: Henry was born to a slightly wealthy family, and when his mother and father died, was left all the money. He's made a good living, and has made quite a bit of money, working here and there. He's fallen in love with Viorica Lofest, and has recently purposed, and she accepted.



NAME: Viorica Lofest

AGE: 19

GENDER: Female

DESCRIPTION:

PERSONALITY: Loving and caring, can be argumentive at times, but almost never looses her temper.

ORIGINALITY: English

WEAPONS: A sword

WORLD STATUS: Christian

MARITUAL STATUS: Engaged

BRIEF HISTORY: Was orphaned at age 3, and lived ina na orphanage until age 16. She ran away and met Henry Habernathy. He helped her become the person she now is, and eventually fell in love with him. She has accepted his purposal for marriage.

 

[CJF]

Rebecca looked to the right, to the left and to the right again, before moving out into the black streets, that had been crowded not an hour earlier. Rebecca motioned to two people in the back ally she'd come from, to follow her. Two young girls followed Rebecca through the empty streets, and into a hut.
"Oh, thank you every so much Becky. I'm in debted to you forever for this." a man's voice said from the shadows. A lamp was lit, and a middle-aged man imerged.
"Father!" the girls whispered. They ran into their father's open arms.
"Happy to be of help." Rebecca said, before stepping outside of the hut. The man followed.
"Becky, if you ever need anything, you're always welcome to come here. No matter when, or what time of day or night, don't hesitate to come here."
"Thank's Mathew. I wont forget that."
"I mean this Rebecca. I can never help you, in the way you just helped me."
"It was really-"
"Don't Becky. Bringing me my daughters, is something that not just anyone would have done. I only hope that one day I can help you the way you have helped me."
"You don't need to. I'm always open if you need anything else. If you do need anything else, just ask me."
"I couldn't ask you to do anything else for me. You've done to much already."
"Mathew, this is what I do for a living. Only, I don't exspect anything back from my custimers." Becky said, smiling.
"Thank's again Becky."
"Any time, Mathew."
Rebecca pulled her hood over her head, looked around, and ran off towards another back ally.
Mathew watched as Rebecca ran off into a back ally. It wasn't long, before her pettiet figure dissapeared into the darkness.

 

[Kookaburra]

OK, here's my character:

NAME: Arannte (Rann) Maria Joscet
GENDER: Female
AGE: 20
NATIONALITY: French/English (parents now dead for 'treason' to their respective countries)
APPEARANCE: Light brown hair, mahogony eyes, light skin. She would be a beauty--indeed, she was supposed to be married off many times--but she always vanished before she was caught.
PERSONALITY: Kind and generous most times, she has a streak of stubborness that just won't give in. She loves the underdog of almost any type, and generally dislikes those in power or those that are wealthy, though she only directs her anger at those who hoard their wealth or purposefully make life difficult for her.
WEAPONS: Short sword, daggar, long knife, throwing knife and bow and quiver. She's probably the most armed and dangerous lady in England, or France.
TRANSPORT: A beauty of a horse that is part quarter horse, part thoroughbred, part morgan and part evil. It is satin-black, with no white splashes except one on his right shoulder that identifies him from other horses. He is taller and larger by far than most of the small pack horses, etc that roam around, so he is easily identifiable.
WORLD STATUS: Christian
BRIEF HISTORY: Ever since she was born, she was the 'mistake' of her parents, who were married in secret from the public eye, as her mother was a wealthy french woman and her father a high-ranking advisor for the king of England. Eventually, they were found out, and both were executed, and the daughter flung into the streets at the age of 7, and they were to make sure she died.
Unfortunately for her 'guards', she escaped them and fled to France, where she hid with a peasant family until she was 13, when she killed her first man.
The 'guards' came up to the village, not seeking her at all, but finding her anyway. After 6 years, they still bore the scars from the punishment that followed her escape. Once wealthy men, they now were bitter, angry men.
They discovered her hiding place and set out to exterminate the peasants she stayed with, but she turned them aside with a diversion and to prevent the death of the entire village, she was obliged to shoot with her bowa and arrow at one of the guards.
They fled and she found out a year later, as she was wandering (she was by then a sort of Robyn Hood to the peasants, although she didn't kill any more) amd found out that he had died from her arrow.
Frightened, she fled back to England, where she was captured by border guards. She was forced to defend herself or die, so she wounded two men and escaped, leaving behind some linen and medical supplies.
She lived in England to this day, sometimes visiting the enemy of England (france) but always returning to England.

Go to this link for a picture of her:

http://www.acclaimtalent.com/html/holcomb_j/images/holcomb_j1.jpg

 

[CJF]

Viorica stared out her window, on the top floor of her three-story house.
"Should the dress be pink, lavender, green, or a very light blue?" a voice behind her asked.
"None of thee above." Viorica replied.
"What?" the voice asked again.
"Pink is to bright, lavender makes my hair look purple, green clashes with my skin and blue is just not me." Viorica said, looking at the reflection of her cousin in the window. A greiving look was on her face.
"Oh Elena, I'm sorry. Personaly, I would LOVE to have a dark green dress, but I think it might be better if my dress was white." Viorica said, turning around and facing her cousin.
"White? But white is so...boring."
"Really Jenna. A wedding dress is always white. Always."
"Very well. White it will be. But I shall make it a very fancy white dress."
Viorica smiled, shook her head and stared back out the window.

Henry walked around the garden outside his house.
"No no Beth. Yellow roses. We must have some yellow roses. And some white roses." he said.
"But red roses-"
"Are fit for a funeral, but not for a wedding. Besides, I like white roses, and she likes yellow roses."
"Very well. Yellow and white roses it shall be. And what about the decorations?"
"That's my Aunt's job. She said that she's got everything under control."
"My mother? You're letting my mother do the decorations?" Beth asked, an imphasis on the sarcasm.
"Don't worry Beth. I told her no animals, stars, hearts, and bears."
"Good. Very good. What about Viorica's dress?"
"Jenna's working on that."
"Well then, everything is covered." Beth said, walking up the hill to the house. Henry stayed in the garden, savering the moment that he'd waited for. He was getting married to the girl of his dreams, in a week.

Rebecca hid in the shadows, as two guards walked by. When they'd passed, she ran up the ally and into a feild. She ran across the feild, and into a grove of trees.
"Leeanna!" she whispered.
"Right here." a young girls voice said behind her. Rebecca turrned.
"There you are. Is Mark safe?"
"He's safe at home with his parent's." Leeanna replied smiling.
"Good." Rebecca said, sighing.
"Yeah, good. Escpecialy for you."
"What? Me?"
"Yes you. Becky, don't get me wrong, I tell you this with the best intentions. I think he has feelings for you."
"Lee, he's what? A year or two younger than me? You're obviously convincing yourself a little too much."
"Becky, have you seen the way he looks at you? He always lightens up when you're around. When he finds out you could be in trouble, he right there, asking what he can do to help. Don't throw it away Rebecca."
"Throw what away? Our friendship?"
"Yes, don't throw it away. Don't take it for grantit."
"Leeanna, I don't plan to------to---I don't plan to share my feelings like that. I can't make a commitment I don't intend to keep. I have friends, alot of them. But to make such a huge commitment, I wouldn't want to hurt a friendship by braking that commitment."
"Braking a commitment?"
"Yes. Breaking a commitment."
"How?" Leeanna asked crossing her arms.
"Like, possibly......um....ah....b.......j....I..I don't know! Just I don't want to make a comitment like that, to anyone!"

 

[Kookaburra]

"M'ria!" The shout came lilting across the evening breeze, as the last of the sun's rays show'd over the fir tree's branch.
Arannte's head jerked around and she smiled as she saw the young girl racing towards her, ducking between the cornstalks, which were over the six-year-old's head. "What is it, Sha?" she asked, sweeping the chubby little girl into her arms, calling the little girl by her nicname.
She girl giggled and asked to be put down. "Mama says there's someone who wants to see you."
The smile widened. "And who is that?"
"Two big men in uniform."
Immediately, Arannte ducked down next to the girl, out of sight. "Are you sure? This is no prank?"
Sha nodded and placed her thumb in her mouth and commenced sucking vigorously.
"I love you, Sha. But this means goodbye."
"G'bye? What for?" The look of betrayal on Sha's face was almost unbearable. "Why do you have to go?"
"These men will kill me if they find me. I have to go."
Then she was gone, the cornstalks waving slightly to announce her departure, and Sha sat down and started crying, her grubby face trickling with tears.
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Arannte wiped a tear from her eye and fled down the avenue of trees, then she slowed, turned, and slipped off the path and into the undergrowth, where she had stored extra clothes and provisions. After another half-hour walk, she was where she had picketed her horse.
Within minutes, she was gone, the steady footfalls of the horse--Nightmare, otherwise known as 'Demon' by the locals--had faded into the distance.
The mounted rider vanished from the far north, arriving to the city two days later.
Her black cloak swirled around her as she dismounted, her bow strung and across her back, her dagger and knife clearly visible to all watchers as she approached the aging man who was sitting lazily in front of the rickety building.
"Where is Rebecca Stren?"
The man looked up at her, clearly awed by her warrior's attire.
"I seek Roxanne."
The men grasped his staff, but Arannte saw her danger and tipped it out of his reach, the concealed knife within it glinted in the moonlight as she flung it into the street, where a greedy boy snatched it and ran.
"I--I don't know."
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Rebecca was at her estate when the servant came running. "There was someone asking for you today."
"Yes?"
"She also called you Roxanne."
"She?"
"She confronted old Sir Paxton."
"And lived?"
"She knew about his staff."
"Oh, well. Did she find anything else out?"
"I don't know--"
"Do you know anything about her?"
"She was dressed in a long black cloak, and armed heavily, they say. Bow and quiver-ful of arrows, short sword, a dagger and at least one knife."
"She must be strong."
"She said her name was...Arannte, and she was your friend."

 

[will_wait4Him]

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In castle Windsar, home of the King of England....
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Trumpets sounded as King Drago Kazov of England, accompanied by his son, Drago Museveni, entered the King's secret council room. Following them was King of Ireland, Cerebus Orties, and the King of Scotland, Alagan Yurapagorn, who was accompanied by William Landerathe. The room was dark and damp with very little lighting from two overhead candles. Everybody sat down at a round table with a cross chizzled at the center.
"Welcome, Kings of Ireland and Scotland." said Kazov.
The two kings nodded in responce, but kept their silence.
"Why do you insult my father by not thanking him for opening his arms and his doors to you both?!" barked out Even.
"Son!" The King turned to both of the other kings. "Please forgive my son for his outburst, it was rather rude and out of turn."
"On behalf of the Empire of Scotland, I thank you for your house patality and the meal." said Alagan.
"Ireland would also like to thank you as well, Drago Kazov." said Cerebus.
Even looked down at the table in front of him in embarrasment.
"Yes, now lets get to buisness. Lord Arhegan's forces are moving. His dragon's have taken the Netherland's and Denmark. His army of goblins and gargoils have entered Germany and are beginning their assults. Due to their arragance, the French have fallin'. Arhegan has taken France and has made Paris his capital and has built his temple there. We must combine our forces and take out this threat. The forces of evil and magic are stronger then ever. Who knows where they get their power!" said Kazov.
The kings gasped and Even's mind began to wonder as the meeting continued. He remembered it well, too well.....

Memory....

Dark clouds blew in over the known world when Even was only five years old. After that, everything began to go wrong. The forces of evil and magic were combining their powers and attacking the Christian countries! The royal family had to go into hiding for several years, for it took several years for England and some other countries to rid themselves of the evil forces that had incamped themselves in their castles and cities. After it was safe enough, Even and his parents came out and got to look at the distruction that had been done. There were bodies, both human and non-human, laying on the ground as far as the eye could see. The grass itself had been colored red with blood. Parts of the ground had been on fire and caved in where they had once been flat. His mothers garden been burned to dust. The castle was in ruins. Towns and villages had been burnt to the ground. Almost the whole inhabitants of England had been slottered, barely anybody survived. It took years for the people of England to grow and build back what had been destroyed. Since then, England has been fighting the forces of evil on its own and it hasn't been going very well. So far, England's army has been able hold the enemy back from England's capital. It wasn't but two year ago did his big brother, Drago Bulivar, turn against Christianity and join the forces of evil. Bulivar has givin' Arhegan Dagon, the most powerful sorceror known to man, every thing there is to know about England's defences and capabilities. Who knows when England won't be able to hold them back.

......End of memory

Even's thought were interrupted by another person entering the room. It was Priest Gidohon Shalday.
"Ah yes, Father. Thank you for joining us." said Kazov.
The priest knodded at all three of the kings and sat down beside Even.
"Thank you for having me with such noble men." said Gidohon.
"Unfortunetly we couldn't meet in better conditions." replied Kazov.
"Yes, unfortunetly. I have a plan that just might just be able help the Christian poeple. I'm sure all of you know of the holy grail?" asked Gidohon.
"Yes, it's a myth. Nobodies been able to find it, not even people that have maped and searched the known world, they still found nothing. What are you suggesting?" asked Alagan.
"Your not suggesting we search for this "holy grail"?!" asked Cerebus.
Gidohon mearly knodded.
"What?" asked William chuckling. "That's redicules!! Our poeple have stopped looking for that myth for years now!! What makes you think we can find it now? Esspecialy with dragons, goblins, and gargoils running around! How do we find it then, there'd be to many casualties."
"Well, just fighting them hasn't been working very well! No offence, but last I checked, Scotland isn't doing as well as us." said Even standing up.
"Please Museveni, sit down!" said Kazov.
Even sat back down.
"Now that everybody is calmed, please continue." said Kazov.
"Thank you, as I was saying. Yes, I am suggesting that try and find the holy grail. I believe it wields great power and may help us against our struggle." said Gidohon.
The three kings starred at the table in deep thought. All of a sudden, the silence was broken.
"I agree. From how our forces are doing, I'm willing top try." said Kazov.
Even starred at his father. He wanted to agree, but for some reason, in his heart it didn't feel right.
"The poepl of Scotland vote to look for the holy grail." said Alagan knodding at the priest.
"Might as well." said Cerebus.
"You can't be serious, your majesty!" said William. "We stopped looking for th-"
"Silence you numskull!" yelled Cerebus. "That is my deccesion!"
"Then it is settles. Who will volenteer to go on this journey?" asked Kazov.
The room was silent.
"I will go." said Even breaking the silence.
Even's father gasped as the others began to whisper.
"You must be mad! Your the heir of England. What if you are killed? What then? Will I have to hand the heir over to another family and break the tradition?" asked Kazov standing up.
"Lool father, I see your concern, but I have to. It's not just doing it for me, I'm doing it for all Christian's. The world is struggling, father. I can't just sit back and watch it cumble to pieces!" replied Even.
"If it makes any difference, I will acompany." said William also standing up.
Kazov sighed. "Might as well, doesn't seem like anything's stopping you. Just promise me one thing, son. Don't get yourself killed. Avoid conflict, watch your back. 'Tis a nasty world out there." said Kazov.
Even knodded and gave his father a hug.
"When shall we leave." asked William.
"Tomorrow morning." replied Gidohon.
"Wait, wait, wiat. We need more then just two poeple." said Alagan.
"I know of a Mr. Henry Habernathy. Quite a swordsman. I'll send for him and ask him to go after the meeting." said Kazov.
"Has anybody here heard of the Roxim family?" asked William.
Everybody just starred at him.
"Their a pretty wealthy family. They have a son, Loakin I believe is his name. He's just been recently titled Paladin. I think he'll be of great help." said William grinning.
"I'll see to it we talk with him as well." said Kazov knodding.
"Very well then!! Now shall we walk out of this gloomy room?" askled Gidohon smiling.
The six men got up and walked out of the secret council room.

 

[CJF]

Rbecca stood suddenly from her seat, knocking it to the floor.
"Arannte? They said her name was Arannte?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes." the maid said cautiously.
"Get my horse ready." Rebecca ran from the room and to a back door. She grabbed her coat, and ran out into the clear morning.
She went to the stables, and found her pure black stallion, Mystic, ready for her. Rebecca mounted.
"Where is she?" Rebecca demanded to the maid.
"In that grove of trees. They didn't dare bring her up to the estate, because she was so armed." With that, Rebecca darted off for the grove of trees.

She finally found Arannte, being guarded by three guards. She smiled, and brought Mystic to a walk.
"Only three guards? A year ago it took four to hold you down." Rebecca joked as she dismounted her horse. The guards looked up, and seeing Rebecca, they guarded Arannte even more.
"Levi, Luke, Landon, step back." Rebecca said. They did. Rebecca and Arannte walked off further into the grove. Once out of site of the guards, Rebecca faced Arannte.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"You know I would only have come to you if it were important." Arannte said.
"I'm listening." Rebecca said, her voice full of concern.

 

[will_wait4Him]

The next morning, Even and William got up extra early to get ready for the long trip. Even's father had already talked to Henry and Loakin. Loakin had agreed to go along with the journey inone condition, he could bring his sister, and Henry was still pondering the subject. This journey was probably gonna be very long, and very dangerous. Who knows what they'll incounter on their way......

 

[CJF]

Henry was walking in the garden, when two of the King's guards walked up.
"Mr. Henry Habernathy?" The lead one asked.
"Yes?" Henry said, concerned.
"The King wishes a meeting with you."
"Oh, um, very well." The guard motioned for Henry to follow. Henry did. Henry followed the guards through the city and up the castle steps. Henry was brought into a large room, the floor shinning like gold, and the walls glittering like diamonds.

 

[CJF]

Viorica stood fro her chair, and answere dht eknock that sounded at her door. It was Henry. She smiled.
"Henry. Please come in." Henry did. Viorica sensed that something was wrong.
"Henry?"
"The King has asked me to...um, uh.....I have been asked to go with the Kings son on his search for the Holy Grail. I am to go as a body guard."
"But-"
"Yes, I know. Oh Viorica, you know how long I've waited for this. At first I wasn't going to go, but as I thought about it, I was persuaded to go."
"But Henry, what about-"
"It can be postponed."
"Until when? How do I know when, or even if, you'll come back?" Viorica cried, a tear escaping one eye.
"I'll come back, I promise." Henry said, trying to comfort Viorica, but not succeeding. Viorica wrigeled free of his embrace, and ran from the room. Henry left slowly, mounted his horse and left off towards the castle.

 

[Grimr]

Name: Grishnack
Age: 50
Race: Goblin
Height: 6'2
Weight: 130 lbs.
History: Grishnack is the great grandson of the King of the Goblins who hundreds of years ago lived above ground in the castles and fortresses of the world until the Christians defeated the armies of Hell and banished the Goblins to live below ground. Now Grishnack is High King of the Goblins of Europe and is preparing for war with the upper world his Fortress lies under Scafell Pike
Appearance: Grishnack looks like most Goblins except he's taller, stronger, and uglier. He is in full battle dress all the time wearing chain mail, black and red spiked armor, and an Iron cap with his insignia on it.
Heres a picture I got from a scene in Lord of the Rings here's what Grishnack shoul look like: http://www.lightsoutentertainment.com/media/news/08_02/ttt/4.jpg

Grishnack sat on his throne of bones made from human victims around him stood fifteen tall strong and heavily armed goblin guards. Suddenly the great din of goblin, and dwarfish voices (For Grishnack had many Dwarf allies) began to fall quite. As two goblins walked toward Grishnck. Ah General Virgo, Commander Fingrish what is your report Grishnack asked in his raspy voice. My Lord our people are ready for war even as we speak ten thousand heavily armed, and armored Goblins, Trolls, Orcs, and Dwarves are marching to our under ground fortress near castle Windsar our human spies report the royalties of other realms are their as well. Very good my personal solders and I will march to Cirith GorGor and I shall lead the attack against our enemies. Prepare my Horse.

 

[will_wait4Him]

Henry sat down in front of the King who was sitting at his desk.
"Thank you for having me, your majesty." said Henry bowing his head.
"Yes, and thank you for coming under such short notice. There is something I must ask of you. Four brave poeple are embarking on a journey to find the holy grail. I ask of you to come with them." said Kazov walking around his desk.
"Well your majesty. Umm, this is quite an honor you've bestowed upon me. This so sudden."
"I know it is. We've known eachother since we were little. You've watched my back through our years together. Now, I must ask of you to do it again. Please, go and watch over my son."
"He's just like his father."
"Yes, I'm afraid so. I just hope he's not going on a wild goose chase. What if this holy grail doesn't agsist[sp]?"
"Well, what if it does? You see, it's our faith and trust we must put into these four brave souls. This is egsactly[sp] like when you became a Christian."
"How?"
Well, you were puting you faith and trust in God. You believed in him. You see, either if we find this holy grail or not, there's one thing the forces of evil and magic can't destory. Our faith."
"You know, Henry. You have a point."
"I will watch over your son, if it is what you wish."
"Thank you old friend. I can always count on you."
Henry bowed and walked out of the castle to get ready for the trip.

 

[Grimr]

Grishnack arrived at Cirith GorGor four hours later. My people and allies we are the rightful heirs of our master who made us to rule over the weak humans who banished us to this underground prison well now it is their turn to be banished In one hour we will march to the upper world we will blockade castle Windsar and kill the rulers of this land we shall take back our ancient capital of Darkness in England we shall then spread the world in a second Darkness in which the light of Christianity will never shine again. The armies of Hell roared and hollered in delight spears thrashed against shields. Now let us march to castle Windsar. The giant gates that were hidden in a valley mountain opened slowly and the Hosts of Hell slowly marched to Windsar the sounds of harsh singing could be heard the enemy host did not see the hooded rider that sprang like the wind towards Windsar.

Ok i'm bringing in a new character.
Name: Borien
Age: 20
Race: Man
History: unknown but an ally to King Drago.

Borien entered the castle and ran straight for King Drago's throne room. Forgive the unannounced entrance sire but I thought you should know the armies of Grishnack the killer are march for here and they shall be here in one hour. How many are there the King asked urgently? By now I should think thirty thousand they are mishmashed with Orcs' Trolls, Dark Dwarves, and werewolves.