Lukas
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Jan 21, 2006 1:53:30 GMT -5
Post by Lukas on Jan 21, 2006 1:53:30 GMT -5
"P-please state your name, so I might announce you."
The quivering voice belonged to the Royal Herald, whom was required (by duty) to announce any and all newcomers to the Kingdom. More than once, the Herald was intimidated by people he was forced to announce, but this man made the Herald want to hide behind the nearest set of guards, which, by chance, were only a few paces away.
The man he faced was indeed intimidating, standing at a monolithic seven feet tall. He was clad in silver armor polished to an almost blinding gleam, but even the bright reflection could not hide the many nicks and scratches that criss-crossed his armor, blows not turned away quickly enough. Though his armor covered him completely from the neck down, he wore no helmet, allowing long brown hair to hang comfortably to just beyond the collar of his armor.
He carried no swords at his waist, but the weapon he bore in one hand more than compensated for their absence. In his right hand he held a thick staff made of a pale white metal, a metal so pale it seemed to glow in the light. Every time the tip had touched the ground, a resounding thud! was heard, alluding that the weight of the weapon was so great, normal men would be hard-pressed to bear it with TWO hands.
The stranger straightened slightly, causing the Herald to flinch out of defensive reflex, and said, "My name is Lukas, I am a Knight from the East." His voice had a slight accent to it, thick, as if he came from the North, as well as the East.
The Herald nodded smartly and turned, "Lords and Ladies, I present, Sir Lucas of the East!" He... heralded, but his voice cut as Lukas strode past him, deeper into the Castle.
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Cassius Ado Virtus
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Yea though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil
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Jan 22, 2006 6:34:31 GMT -5
Post by Cassius Ado Virtus on Jan 22, 2006 6:34:31 GMT -5
General Cassius glanced up briefly from the correspondence that he had just been handed, casting a detatched glance towards the etrance hall's massive doorway. His expression did not change, but clung firmly to that deep frown, as he surveyed the scene before him. The herald was visibly trembling in the shadow of what could only be described as a mountain of a man. Cassius almost smiled, almost. Any man who gave the flunkies and layabouts a shock every once in a while had to be a good man. The general quickly rolled up the parchment in his hands and deposited it in his upturned helmet, which he carried with his left arm, and turned towards the stranger.
As cassius approached the heavily armed stranger, he noticed his height. The man was perhaps six inches taller than he, but no more broad. He wore thick, bright steel armour that was nothing like the runesmithed armour which Cassius wore, and slightly alien in design, as if it were not from this part of the world. Much like the weapon he carried. The staff could only ever be described as that, and looked as if it were capable of leaving unpleasant dents in amost anything. Except, Cassius reminded himself, the armour which he wore. The general had gone to great lengths to make sure that the light and flexible armour, was as tough as one side of a castle - throwing everything he could think of at it, from axes and arrows, to swords and large rocks. It was certainly a job well done. None should ever underestimate the skill of the elven folk, nor the mysterious druids. They were experts in their trade, much like Cassius was an expert in his - War.
"Ho, friend," Cassius hailed the stranger, "You look like a man of substance, and such are always welcome in the kingdom of Karador." He announced in his flint like voice, offering an armoured hand to the new arrival.
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Lukas
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Jan 23, 2006 17:53:26 GMT -5
Post by Lukas on Jan 23, 2006 17:53:26 GMT -5
Lukas looked up, more than slightly surprised that he was being addressed by a stranger.
Though his eyes didn't do the lightning flicker of the paranoid, he quickly took stock of the stranger. His armor, though not as well cared for as Lukas' own, was still rather resplendent in its seeming ornamentability. However, Lukas had slain many foes in many kinds of armor, and he could tell that the man was wearing armor that was blatantly elven made.
"So people tell me." He said, again with his curious accent. Without breaking stride, he switched his staff from his right hand to his left with a casual flick-and-roll of his fingers, taking Cassius' proffered hand in his own, more than slightly surprised that the man could match his grip.
"Who might you be, friend?"
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Jan 25, 2006 0:37:22 GMT -5
Post by Cella on Jan 25, 2006 0:37:22 GMT -5
The small form of a girl walked into the hall, she was dressed in a simple creamy-green colored gown of cotton and wore no jewelry, obviously not one of the pompous stuffed shirts or gowns, which frequented the palace. Her auburn hair was down, flowing over her slight shoulders and seemed to catch the light from the many candles and such that lit the entrance hall, making her hair shimmer like coppery fire. The only oddity about her, the one thing other than not being of the wealthy class that stood out was her violet eyes. They were nothing like any other and the long lashes that surrounded them seemed to make them stand out all the more.
She looked up and watched as the too, obvious warriors met, a slight smile etched on her lips as she walked along the outer rim of the entire affair, not wanting to disturb anything.
Cella seldom visited the castle but this day she had to make a run outside the Keep to fetch some rare herbs not grown or transported here for sale, something special to make an antidote for the poison that seemed to have made its way to her people, the people of Karador through her own stores of medicines. These herbs could only be found along the forest floor in the wild country that surrounded the lands of Karador, in the swamp area to the North a day’s walk from here, but as she had no horse, she would just have to make the journey on foot.
She took note of the new arrival; he was HUGE, especially to one of only 5’6”. He seemed to be talking to Lord Cassius and this somehow pleased the small girl. The fact that one as busy as the General still found time to greet the new arrival of such a magnificent warrior as the looks of this one though, of course, looks weren’t everything, she wondered just how good he would be for the armies of Karador.
She allowed herself to linger along the wall, just in line of view to watch the two warriors talk to one another; she always liked to watch them, the soldiers and Knights. They were all such hard working and dedicated souls and she could only hope that one-day, she would be a good enough doctor to spend time with them in the field to aid them when they needed it. She didn’t mind taking care of the normal citizens of Karador, but hated it when she was called to aid some sniveling brat that had scraped his knee when there was so much more she could be doing.
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Cassius Ado Virtus
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Yea though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil
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Jan 25, 2006 3:40:04 GMT -5
Post by Cassius Ado Virtus on Jan 25, 2006 3:40:04 GMT -5
Cassius almost smiled as the stranger took his hand in a firm grip, a solid and dependable grip. Cassius respected that, as it often spoke volumes about a man, before they spoke to you.
"I didn't catch your name friend, but who am I? My name is Cassius Ado Vitrus, Grand general of the Armies of Karador. A heavy title I suppose, but I'm sure I'll be able to manage the extra weight." Cassius's dry wit shone through his hard frown, as he released the strangers hand. "And you are?"
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Jan 30, 2006 9:32:55 GMT -5
Post by fyrhtu on Jan 30, 2006 9:32:55 GMT -5
"Fyrhtu. who?" Fæger asked in her sweet, almost angelic voice. Fyrhtu leaned her head down into her arms where her sister was situated in a cloak that held off the sun but the wearer could see outside it and answered, explaining she didn't know.
"And what is your name, Miss?" the suddenly more confident Herald asked strongly. Fyrhtu flashed him a look from her bloodred eyes and he seemingly shrank.
"Fyrthu from the Under-. Well. My name is Fyrhtu," the girl amended quickly. Seeing the warriors, she didn't want to be killed on the spot, and decided saying she was from the Underworld might upset some.
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Lukas
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Jan 30, 2006 22:29:47 GMT -5
Post by Lukas on Jan 30, 2006 22:29:47 GMT -5
Lukas smiled thinly, but without malice. "That is because I did not give it."
After pausing for a quick beat, he continued, "but my name is Lukas Volgaras, Swordsman of the East. I am, how do you say... wanderer?" He said tentatively, his unusual accent breaking through again.
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Cassius Ado Virtus
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Yea though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil
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Feb 1, 2006 18:15:00 GMT -5
Post by Cassius Ado Virtus on Feb 1, 2006 18:15:00 GMT -5
Cassius almost smiled, in fact he even grinned a little, "Well then Lukas, welcome to Karador. I warn you that we face troubled times, and the city is under military control. Keep your eyes open as you go friend, and take care of yourself." Cassius clasped his shoulder, "Until we meet again." With that, Cassius turned and left, withdrawring the rolled up parchment from within his upturned helm as he made for the door. As he went, he passed a small, odd looking woman who seemed to be cradling something beneath her cloak. Thinking nothing of it, he walked on and out of the keep to attend to the days buisness.
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Feb 4, 2006 22:49:32 GMT -5
Post by fyrhtu on Feb 4, 2006 22:49:32 GMT -5
Fyrhtu watched as the white-haired general made his way out of the Entrance Hall. He glanced at her, but only in passing as he exited, leaving the other warrior alone in the wide Hall. Fyrhtu stalked as menacingly as she could off in the opposite direction, passing the very tall warrior on her way out. She opened a pair of doors with her free hand and walked outside, of course warning Fæger before doing so, because the sudden light would brun the toddler's eyes.
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