by The Kingpin » Tue May 01, 2012 1:05 am
By now the village had a palisade surrounding it, as well as two ballista platforms, one on either side of the village. care was taken to avoid damaging the Village's environment, as more plant cover meant better concealment. some of the taller trees were designated for use as natural watch towers. one gate was made for the village to help funnel attacking forces. 3 feet from the top of the palisade, a catwalk of sorts was built for archers. The inn was about two thirds of the way complete, with the framework and walls built in. All that remained was the roofing, and the flooring of the second floor. It was a relatively lightly built structure compared to the original, built to allow reinforcement, expansion and improvement until it was as good as the original, though it was obvious the priority was on providing a place for the Assassins and their protectors to rest. The amount of people in the Village must have almost tripled in the last few days, as now, more than two thirds of the occupants were Valenhadian soldiers and workers, along with several carts loaded with resources. It was obvious that this place was more than a temporary hold. It was a long term investment. As Arsenic arrived, the familiar dark haired soldier that had spoken with him a few days ago approached him. "Ah! Arsenic! Welcome back!" he said with a smile. "I'm relieved to see you returned safely. Things have taken a turn for the worst if that shadow on the horizon is anything to go by" he added, before looking behind him curiously. "Where are the others?"...
"We will. Don't worry. I'm certain factions are already uniting to face the threat. My cousin will see to it that news of the danger is spread wide" said Andruil encouragingly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders reassuringly, helping her further into the forest, the small clearing in which they had made camp a few days ago appearing before their eyes shortly afterwards. the sleepy, wisping willows stood quietly, their stringy leaves swaying in the breeze almost hypnotically, the peace almost oblivious of the dangers that threatened the continent. Mere days ago, the dangers all seemed distant. No one could have guessed that they were truly so close to their own destruction. Now, the shadow of Aster's potential destroyer swept across the lands, and Andruil could only hope that an alliance would form in time to halt its advance. He knew his duty. He would not give up. He would not bow, and he would die before he saw all that he held dear be annihilated by an unfeeling daemonic wretch...he would see it destroyed...one way or another...
Septimus walked up to the gates calmly, halting as he looked up at the massive doors that seemed more for intimidation than actual use. "Identify yourself, Rider! What is your business here in Inamed-Fidha?" echoed the voice of one of the guards, his form barely discernible above the entrance to the fortified city. "We come as messengers, to warn you of coming dangers" rumbled Septimus, fearing Desrium's excessively blunt social skills could threaten their success. "I did not speak to you, beast. My conversation is with your rider" responded the dark skinned elf firmly, glowing eyes narrowed as they focused on Desrium. "Do not judge too hastily, guard. What we have to say affects the entirety of Aster, and everyone within it, Dragons included. I come as proof that this is not the simple trouble of the mortal races, but of every living creature in Aster. Give us an audience with your rulers, so that they may decide how best to tackle our impending annihilation" echoed Septimus' voice over the ruffling and wailing of the desert wind around them, Septimus closing one eye to block a wisp of dust from hitting it, his open eye focused with fierce intensity on the guard, a purplish tinge seeping into the Dragon's cyan eyes. "Very well, Dragon. You have proven your point. However, should you or your allies dare to cross us, be warned. You will be rent apart, and no honeyed words will save you" warned the elf, as a small gate in the very wall of the doorway opened up, this door in the gate being barely large enough to allow Septimus and Jiier entry. Beyond the gates, no fewer that 20 armed soldiers stood before them, their heads hidden beneath tightly wound turbans, the cloth covering their faces, revealing only their eyes, blue shimmering orbs staring back at them warily. light but sturdy looking armour shielded their bodies, and curved scimitars could be seen at their sides, many of them carrying shields as well. "Identify yourselves, travellers, if you wish to proceed further" stated their commander. "Septimus of the Hueilin Dragons of the North" responded Septimus simply, the commander's gaze shifting to Jiier and Desrium, his eyes lingering on Desrium in particular, discomforted by the dark, forboding aura the being gave off, tempted to have the trio killed on the spot...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG