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Post by Luke on Sept 11, 2010 1:42:19 GMT -6
Our story starts out in The Gilded Rose, an Inn located in Stormwind with a younger man sitting in a chair, staring into a tankard of ale. He sighed slightly as he seemed to be in the middle of something huge. "...you may not want to realize it, but there are things far worse than the Horde." he said.
"Oh that's a load of-"
"...it's not." interjected the man, who shook his head.
"...deep in the heart of Northrend there lies a terrible threat that could swallow all of Azeroth. If we do not stand together as one...then we are doomed." he said, shaking his head. He looked up from his ale and into the angry faces of the men in the Inn. He had expected such a response, to be honest.
"I've watched the horde kill our brothers and sisters, Accalon!" one of them shouted. "Why should I stand by them after all they've done!?" he asked.
Accalon sighed.
"We fight each other because we have been told to do so...when we are fighting for the same cause." said Accalon. "But it does us no good when we continue to fight each other--especially in the face of this terrible danger."
He paused for a moment and looked around the room.
"That is why I plan on uniting our two factions for the betterment of our world. We should be calling the horde our allies! Our brothers and sisters!" he cried out. He set down his ale and stood up, gazing around the Inn.
"So I ask you all now, who is willing to help me...because I cannot do this alone." he finally said.
A dwarf stood up from his seat and walked over to the man before placing a hand on his shoulder. "...you know you can always count on me, lad!" he replied with a large grin on his face. Accalon smiled slightly at him. "Thank you, Tarn. But I already knew you'd be coming along..." he said.
"...you two are on your own with this." came a voice.
It was the man from before, who was now shaking his head and looking rather angry. "...this is a suicide mission, Accalon! You expect to gallop through Azeroth and change EVERYTHING? I give it two weeks before your body is shipped back to Stormwind." he said. He narrowed his eyes, "...it's a fine way to repay your father." he said before he finally stormed out of the Inn, shoving past a Draenei.
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Post by foxx on Sept 11, 2010 13:03:11 GMT -6
Outside in the streets of Stormwind people bustled about, some of them children frolicking playfully across the cobblestone, and the rest were adults carrying packages between buildings. Most of them were humans, a small number of them dwarves and gnomes; a few draenei could be seen every so often, and only here and there a night elf or two would appear to the public.
An inn rested snugly between two buildings in one section of the large city, a rusty old sign swinging over the door: The Gilded Rose. Inside, in one of the far corners of the inn, sat a night elf. Her face was hidden behind a hood covering her head, yet her long, pointed ears protruded through two openings in the cloth. Across her back a bow was slung beside a quiver of feathered arrows, and a curved dagger was sheathed at her belt. At her feet was a shaggy white wolf, sleeping peacefully beside her upon the wooden floor. The elf seemed preoccupied, watching the happenings outside with a detached interest; between her thin fingers she gripped a mug, the liquid inside flat and placid--it seemed untouched.
The nameless night elf had been focused vaguely on the window, tuning out the goings on of the inn. She heard the angry voices, the debating between the dwarves and men, but she wasn't listening. At some point, however, she began to tune in, curious as the voices grew angrier and more dramatic.
"...deep in the heart of Northrend there lies a terrible threat that could swallow all of Azeroth. If we do not stand together as one...then we are doomed."
Silver eyes turned from the window, peering from underneath the hood at the young man seated at the bar; the wolf at the she-elf's feet stirred, attentive at her sudden shift. She scratched it behind the ears absentmindedly, her gaze still steadily upon the human. She watched curiously as the other men grew outraged the more this man spoke; a few of them spewed irate things, one of them storming out quickly. Sadly, she noticed, the only friend this man seemed to have was the dwarf beside him.
The elf's mind was reeling and clicking, though she merely sat there, her silver gaze steady upon the man and his dwarf companion, her long fingers weaving through the wolf's snowy fur.
((I guess kinda like how Aragorn was watching Frodo in the Prancing Pony Inn; hooded and in the corner to herself.))
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Post by Luke on Sept 11, 2010 20:40:10 GMT -6
[/justify] in unity... THERE IS STRENGTH"...well, that could have gone a little better." Accalon sighed slightly and ran a hand threw his hair. He glanced around the room once more and noticed all the looks he was getting. Some of them were sympathetic and others were just flat out murderous. He eventually looked away and leaned forward in his seat, ignoring them. He finally looked over at Tarn, who shooed away someone on their way to confront them. "...I just don't understand it, Tarn." He sighed. Tarn ran his fingers through his long beard and glanced at the corner of the room, taking note of the lone figure looking at them. He brushed that off for the moment and glanced at the man. He patted him on the shoulder once again. "I wouldn't take their words to heart, lad. You just...caught them off guard is all. A mighty warrior of the Alliance suddenly preaching about unity amongst the factions? It's enough to surprise any man, Accalon." he said. He sighed slightly and decided to continue. "It's hard to convince people who are stuck in their ways...." He looked back over at Accalon. "But it's no reason to stop tryin' to convince them." Accalon smiled slightly. "Of course. I have no intention of ever giving up on this quest of mine." he stated. He paused for a moment as if something had hit him again. "...but as stated earlier--it will be impossible to do this by ourselves." he added as an afterthought. He quickly let that go for the moment and looked back over at Tarn, knowing from the beginning that Tarn would stand by him. He gave him a smile. "Thank you, Tarn. You truly are a good friend." Tarn shrugged slightly. "Bah! We're supposed ta look out for each other! It's what friends do!" he replied before glancing over at the corner yet again. He quickly turned back to Accalon with a curious expression on his face. "Speaking of which....I think I should let ya know that someone's been starin' over here for a while now. Suspicious lookin' if ya ask me." he added. Accalon glanced toward the corner. "I see what you mean...." he said before standing up. "What do you think you're doin'!?" asked Tarn, looking surprised. Accalon cast a sideways glance at his friend and smiled. "We're going to say hello." he replied. Tarn sighed and rolled his eyes at the young man. "If this is how you act when we set out on the road....we'll be dead in a week." he mumbled before following the warrior over. He stood slightly behind Accalon and was looking slightly apprehensive. Accalon stopped a bit away from the elf, noticing the wolf at it's feet. "...greetings. I am Accalon Lionheart and this is my friend, Tarn Crimsonbeard." he said. "We noticed you looking from across the room and felt it necessary to at least give an introduction..." he added.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
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Post by foxx on Sept 11, 2010 23:39:44 GMT -6
The wolf stirred again from its content spot on the floor, ears flicking forward at the two approaching figures. It whined lightly, shifting as the human and dwarf stopped a few steps away. The elf glanced downward, uttering a few Darnassian words, quiet and calm. The wolf's whimpering ceased, and it settled back onto the floor.
The night elf's silver eyes flickered back upward, first lighting on the dwarf, then settling on the human. She listened as he spoke, introducing them both up front, her arms folded across her middle. "...You saved me a trip," she said finally, breaking her moments' silence; "I was about to come speak to you." She lifted a thin hand, gesturing to the two empty seats opposite hers. From the floor the wolf watched them both.
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Post by Luke on Sept 12, 2010 2:09:37 GMT -6
Accalon and Tarn sat down in said seats and looked at her for a few moments before deciding to further the conversation. "So, I take it you heard my speech back there, correct?" he asked after a moment. Without stopping for an answer, he continued on. "I'm assuming that what you were about to speak to us about...has something to do with what I was talking about..." he added.
He smiled.
"I hope you aren't going to tell me how stupid of an idea this is..."
Tarn shook his head. "I think we both know that isn't the case, lad." he said after a moment.
Accalon nodded yet again. "Of course. Forgive me for that. I've just been dealing with that type of negativity all day." he said. "So, what is it that you want to talk about........miss......?"
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Post by foxx on Sept 16, 2010 14:44:11 GMT -6
Nonchalantly, the elf looked from her mug to the two sitting across from her, then back down to the mug, stirring whatever was in it. "My name isn't really important..." she said briefly; "But if you need something to call me, Fleetfoot will suffice."
In a swift yet graceful motion, Fleetfoot lifted the hood back, revealing short hair of almost the same silver hue as her eyes, pulled back behind her head, and violet (what seemed to be paint) spread over the lilac skin of her face, beneath her luminous eyes and across her cheeks. "I did overhear you," she said, pausing briefly to consider something; "Though I'm not sure if it counts as eavesdropping... Either way, your ideals have caught my interest, Accalon. I... Well, I don't want to say I pitied your attempts, but...it seemed as though few were heeding your words." There was a somewhat long pause, and absently, Fleetfoot's fingers curled around the mug between her hands as she spoke.
"...Arthas...shouldn't be taken lightly. The Horde's faults pale in comparison to the things he has done..."
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Post by Luke on Sept 17, 2010 1:10:17 GMT -6
Accalon and Tarn glanced at each other for a moment before looking back at the Night Elf. It was a strange encounter to say the least. It wasn't everyday that you were stopped in an inn by a Night Elf that was sympathetic to your cause. It was certainly an opportunity that Accalon would not pass up. Not to mention, there was something eerily trustworthy about this woman.
Accalon nodded.
"Ah yes. Most people don't like the idea of allying ourselves with the so called 'enemy'..."
He sighed slightly and shook his head. "It's ignorant. They don't understand how close to destruction this world is. As long as they are able to live in their own worlds...they can stamp out any nasty thoughts of the boogieman. In reality, they're only adding fuel to the fire. Though, I'm glad that you understand the situation that the world is in."
He smiled.
He paused for a moment and looked around the Inn once more. Finally, he looked back at her and gave her a smaller smile. "This is the exact reason I'm setting out to unite the Horde and Alliance--we face a foe more cunning and terrible than we could have ever imagined." he said before glancing down at the ground.
"I've had the misfortune of coming across his handiwork more than once..."
He glanced over at Tarn.
"...some people would say that this is a suicide mission. While I can't say that they're wrong....I plan on standing beside Accalon." said the Dwarf, looking over to his friend and patting the highest point on Accalon's arm he could reach. Accalon nodded in agreement. "We plan on seeing this through to the end...no matter what that end might be." added Accalon.
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Post by foxx on Sept 23, 2010 14:54:21 GMT -6
Fleetfoot was quiet for some time, her thin fingers weaved together in front of her face. The wolf sat silently at her feet, golden eyes on its master. Finally, the she-elf spoke, "Lune and I will accompany you as well, Accalon." Seeming to understand, the wolf's tail wagged slowly. Fleetfoot paused again, looking out the window once more. "...Seeing him fall is the only thing I have left to live for."
Without saying anything else, the elf stood, placing a few silver coins on the table and stepping away from her seat. "Lune," she said as she started toward the door, briefly uttering an elven command afterward. The wolf stood to its feet, padding after her. "I'm going to the stables," she said over her shoulder; "Come if you wish, or stay. It matters not to me."
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Post by Luke on Sept 26, 2010 19:58:21 GMT -6
Accalon at Tarn before the two of them got up from their seats and made toward the exit. "We're packed and ready to go anyway....we'll come along." said Accalon with a nod. The fact that someone else was willing to join him on this journey was encouraging. He smiled slightly and waved goodbye to the bartender before heading out the door and onto the street. "Where is Aravel?" he asked, quickly turning his head to Tarn.
The dwarf sighed.
"At the Auction House. Said somethin' about looking for a new staff."
Accalon nodded slightly before looking over to Fleetfoot, almost positive that she would ask who he was talking about. "Aravel is another friend of ours. A gnome mage and one of our closest friends..." he said with. "He'll also be coming along..." he added with another small smile. He looked over at Tarn who had just rolled his eyes.
"Oh come now, Tarn. What's wrong with him?"
The dwarf sighed.
"...he's strange."
Accalon laughed. "That's no reason to think ill of him. He's a good person." He shrugged slightly before looking to Fleetfoot. "Well, we'll stop by the Auction House on our way out of the city...does that sound okay?" he asked.
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Post by foxx on Oct 3, 2010 1:39:03 GMT -6
Fleetfoot looked over at the two, quiet as they talked amongst one another about an unknown character. The elf smiled a bit, seeming slightly amused at Tarn; the dwarf didn't seem at all too happy about this "Aravel". She nodded in response to Accalon's question, then peered over at the dwarf.
"He is a mage," the huntress pointed out, turning her gaze ahead again as they walked; "Those of such a class are usually a bit different from the rest; they think on wider levels, expand their horizons as much as they can--sometimes a bit too far. My people and the blood elves are a prime example of that." She paused, shrugging a bit. "My point is, though... He's not 'strange', just different. Perhaps he finds you a bit odd, sir dwarf; what with your people loving to delve into the earth. Or perhaps my race is 'strange' to the both of you, how we live in and about the trees."
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Post by Luke on Oct 3, 2010 15:00:48 GMT -6
Accalon smiled slightly at her statement, glad that someone else felt the same way. It wasn't everyday that he found someone who agreed with his views. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a rather high pitched voice and a tugging at his finger. He looked down to notice a tiny man in a set of robes who was grinning at him.
"Oh hello, Aravel!"
The gnome nodded. "Greetings, Accalon!" he squeaked.
Accalon looked over at Fleetfoot before looking back to Aravel. "Aravel, this is our new friend. She told us to call her Fleetfoot--she'll be joining us on our quest." he said with a smile. Aravel nodded in approval. "The more the merrier, I say! I'm glad that we managed to find someone else to come along. I grow tired of listening to Tarn speak of dirt." he said.
"Now you listen here-"
Aravel turned around to look up at Fleetfoot.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." he said, holding up a hand for her to shake. Tarn was turning red in the face, having just been shunned by the gnome. "It's going ta be a loooooooong trip, Accalon." he mumbled. The man laughed heartily. "You'll manage."
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Post by foxx on Oct 4, 2010 22:21:56 GMT -6
Fleetfoot looked down at the sudden small voice, peering at the just-as-small figure producing it. The white wolf sat at her feet, peering from each person as they took their turns talking, as if it were listening and understanding as well as any humanoid. It peered at Aravel lastly as he appeared, watching quietly as he reached up for the elf's hand.
Fleetfoot smiled cordially at Aravel, bending down to return the handshake, the tips of her fingers enough to grasp and shake his small hand. "Pleased to meet you, Aravel," she replied, releasing his hand and standing straight again; "Thank you for being so welcoming; all of you, really. I've waited for quite some time for an opportunity such as this..."
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Post by Luke on Oct 9, 2010 0:04:16 GMT -6
Aravel smiled. "It's just good manners, Fleetfoot." he said.
He paused and listened to her last statement before he considered this for a moment.
Aravel nodded slightly. "You have the look of someone with a purpose! We seemed to have come upon a bit of luck!" he said before looking to Accalon. "I'm glad that the two of you stopped by the Gilded Rose. Top notch idea, Accalon!" he squeaked. He ignored the angry look from Tarn, who was turning slightly red in the face as he gestured toward himself.
"It was MY idea!" he said.
Aravel waved him off.
"Oh sure, sure."
Accalon laughed slightly. "Could you two at least TRY to get along?" he asked. The two looked at eachother for a moment before shrugging slightly without saying a word. Accalon laughed again and looked to Fleetfoot. "We've been traveling together for quite some time. These two are just...annoyed at each other." he said.
Aravel rolled his eyes before letting it go. He clapped his hands together and looked around at the rest of the group. "Well...I believe you were headed somewhere before I stopped you?" he asked.
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Post by foxx on Oct 27, 2010 0:15:36 GMT -6
Fleetfoot laughed lightly, seeming unbothered by the duo's bickering; the wolf barked happily, tail wagging. She shook her head, quieting her laughter. "It's fine," she said assuringly; "Actually, I find their conversations mildly entertaining."
The elf looked again to Aravel as he spoke, quieting to let him do so. The wolf fell silent as well, watching the gnome quietly. "Ah..." the huntress said after he finished, turning her gaze elsewhere and seeming to focus on something; "I was headed to the stables, to check my saber, but..." She paused, shrugging. "It was simply a diversion from sitting and doing nothing."
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Post by Luke on Nov 8, 2010 17:20:40 GMT -6
Glancing at each other for a moment or two, the three men seemed to realize what this meant. "...then I suppose we're about ready to start our journey!" Accalon thought out loud with a large smile on his face. He turned to Aravel and cleared his throat. "...are we all packed--supplies and such for the start of the trip?" Raising an eyebrow as Aravel seemed stuck in his own thoughts for quite some time.
"....Aravel?"
"........"
"ARAVEL!"
"Hm? Oh! Oh, yes! All packed up and ready to go~!" Aravel cried out before giving a nervous sort of laugh. His gaze lingering on the gnome for a few more moments, Accalon finally managed to avert his eyes forward. "And so it begins?" he asked.
Tarn nodded. "It begins."
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