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Post by foxx on Dec 22, 2010 2:58:34 GMT -6
"To the stables after all then?" Fleetfoot looked over at the lot of them, her gaze drifting downward momentarily for her eyes to light on Aravel. With that said, she turned and continued, Lune following her heels at a trot, bushy tail swaying to and fro.
The stables were oddly busy as the group entered. Soldiers marched in and out, most of them leaving with a horse's reins in hand, a few other races withdrawing their beasts as well. Eying them all lightly, Fleetfoot moved nearer to the back, where a larger more separate stall resided. She stopped at the entrance and clicked her tongue gently, and a rumbling purr resounded from the stall. Out walked a rather large elven saber, pushing its massive head against the elf and rumbling lightly. Fleetfoot smiled, stroking its head and reaching around with her other hand for the reins strung along the wall. Lune sat patiently in the corner, observing the rest of the stable's goings-on.
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Post by Luke on Dec 22, 2010 19:31:27 GMT -6
Accalon glanced around the stable for a moment or two, taking note of all the soldiers. A few of them nodded at him as they passed--greeting him briefly. Giving a small wave back, he looked over in time to see see the saber make it's way over--smiling slightly as he caught sight of the nervous look of Aravel. "...calm yourself, Aravel." he said, placing a hand on the gnome's head.
Aravel looked up at his friend.
"I am calm! I'm the calmest--most not nervous or scared of being eaten by a giant cat gnome you'll ever see!"
Accalon stifled his laughter and made his way over to the stall that held his own steed. He patted it's neck and smiled at it before looking over and watched as Tarn collected his own ram. Around that same time, Aravel made his way over to the Mechanostrider sitting in the corner. Hopping onto the thing and starting it up, it made a whirring sound, signaling it's starting. The three of them looked to eachother before looking over at Fleetfoot. "I suppose we're all ready then, hm?" Accalon asked with a small smile.
Tarn cleared his throat to get the man's attention.
"Well...that's all well and good! But where are we headed to first?" asked Tarn, looking over at Accalon with a questioning look. "...that's a good question. We'll figure that out on our way out of the city." he replied with a nod before leading his horse out of the stable, gesturing for them to follow. He remained quiet for a moment or two before an idea seemed to come to mind. "We definitely shouldn't go to King Wrynn, first. As great of a king that he is...our cause is not his---yet."
Aravel nodded.
"We'll need the support of the other rulers before he'll even HAVE to consider it."
"As much as it pains me ta say it, Aravel's right." Tarn said with a small sigh. Aravel raised an eyebrow at the dwarf. "Of course I am. I'm always right." he replied, rolling his eyes.
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Post by foxx on Dec 24, 2010 19:02:49 GMT -6
Fleetfoot laid a hand on the saber's large head, laughing lightly as she turned her gaze to the gnome. "Worry not..." she told him simply; the saber turned its gaze on Aravel as she spoke; "My people do not train them to be killers to those we call friend. She will not harm you without reason, Aravel." As if in understanding, the saber padded over to the gnome, rubbing the side of its face (gently) against his leg as he mounted his mechanostrider. It purred deeply, turning and wandering after the elf as she exited the stables; Lune followed suit.
Fleetfoot sighed as they talked, shaking her head momentarily. "That's all easy to say..." she said, pausing to consider something; "But...just persuading our side is not enough. It would be pointless to convince the Alliance when the Horde has no intentions of agreeing."
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Post by Luke on Feb 20, 2011 2:29:05 GMT -6
A small smile slid onto Aravel's face as the saber rubbed against his leg--putting his mind at ease. Looking over at Fleetfoot as she explained the difficulty of such a mission, he nodded slightly before his gaze was moved to Accalon. "...I'm sure Ol' Lionheart here has been thinking about that for quite sometime now." he stated.
"Of course."
Nodding slightly as well, Accalon patted his horse again and looked over to Fleetfoot. "Believe me, I know that all too well. I know I can't be the only one who feels this way--and I've heard good things about the Orc's leader, Thrall." he replied. Pausing for a moment, he glanced around at the group before continuing on. "I have faith that things will work ou-" Just as Accalon was about to finish his sentence, his line was stepped on.
"...oh absolutely, brother!" Four sets of eyes darted over to the man that had just made his way over to the group. He had shoulder length black hair and steely blue eyes that where now locked right onto Accalon. "...who better to lead the journey to unite the Alliance and Horde than Accalon Lionheart?" he asked after a moment, a small smile working it's way onto his face. There were several seconds of awkward silence before Accalon quickly made his way over to embrace the man.
"Erebos! My brother!"
Turning to face them, Accalon smiled brightly and gestured to the man. "Everyone, this is Erebos--my brother." Tarn and Aravel exchanged glances before they both sighed inaudibly. His eyes finding their way to the two of them, Erebos grinned. "Hello again, Pintsize and Ale Breath" He gave out a hearty laugh before his gaze turned onto Fleetfoot. For a moment, he seemed to be at a loss for words. Though, that only lasted for a moment. "Excuse me, I don't mean to stare--it's just a rare occurrence that I find myself in the company of someone so pretty; might I ask what your name is?"
Aravel coughed. "You'll have to excuse Erebos...he turns into a moron around females." he stated. "But when isn't he a moron, though?" mumbled Tarn as he mounted his ram and looked toward Accalon as if searching for help--but he found none. Accalon merely shook his head and laughed quietly before he mounted his horse.
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Post by foxx on Feb 20, 2011 20:56:48 GMT -6
Fleetfoot moved to mount her saber, pausing as she slid into the saddle; the new voice grabbed her attention quickly, and she looked over just as a new face approached the group. Accalon appeared to know him well, and Tarn, though perhaps not as cheerfully.
As Erebos turned his attention to her, even going so far as to compliment her appearance and call her "pretty", Fleetfoot merely dipped her head in greeting. Intended or not, she seemed amused; it was common for humans to become bewildered by elves, though whether it was her elven lineage that enthralled him or the fact that she was a female was beyond her.
"Call me Fleetfoot," she answered simply, seeming to disregard his statement for a moment; "Thank you, I suppose." Lune sniffed the air, nose turned in the direction of the man; seeming halfway satisfied, the wolf trotted over to the saber and leapt into the saddle behind the hunter. The elf eyed him momentarily. "You are Erebos, yes?"
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