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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Fire Emblem on Forums (FEF), IC/Game Thread
« on: December 05, 2013, 03:58:17 am »
It is now morning.
The guards were called in the morning. The assailant, as well as the innkeeper of 'Road's End' have disappeared without the trace. Was the innkeeper the hired thug? Was he Ernest's accomplice and gave him information on the bedrooms? The two young helpers who lived with the innkeeper couldn't explain his disappearance. The guards wanted to keep Valor and Seyena for a while but Mannan came back just in time and used his name to haste the process.
Without further delay, the group of almost twenty people, bent on bringing down Prixima Kesselring, left the city gates to meet with Magister Tiron...
"Bleh, I already regret going with you. It's cold! I should've stayed in the library... oh, it's you guys. Thanks again for the last time. Brrr, damn winter..."
The hills surrounding the manor were silent. The snow looked fresh and there was no wind. No animals could be seen hunting in the white layers and not a single crow was creaking at the newcomers to the abandoned house. Mannan slipped down from Danya's pegasus and walked up to Magister Tiron.
"I believe it is time to explain your magic, Magister."
"Allright, do you have the stone?" At this question, Mannan pulled out a small crystal, shaped into a rod. It was surely cut form single piece of crystal, but the lack of inner light suggested it was just a glassy rock.
"Like you have asked me to, I've managed to deliver the identical one to my... friend... in the fortress. Is that sufficient?"
"Well, we will see that! It should be, I believe. I've told you - it is theoretical thing. I never attempted this at such long distance." He looked at a faint silhouette of Kesselring castle's highest towers, which stood above the forest surrounding it.
"Now, one person, a mage of sorts, have to hold onto the rod. They're identical, right? Right? Then, ten or so people need to stand around the rod-bearer, and-"
"Wait a moment. Ten or so? We need to transport all of us! Ten won't do! Magister, why didn't you told me about this restriction?"
"You didn't ask!" There was audible facepalm sound coming from somewhere when Dag was standing.
The guards were called in the morning. The assailant, as well as the innkeeper of 'Road's End' have disappeared without the trace. Was the innkeeper the hired thug? Was he Ernest's accomplice and gave him information on the bedrooms? The two young helpers who lived with the innkeeper couldn't explain his disappearance. The guards wanted to keep Valor and Seyena for a while but Mannan came back just in time and used his name to haste the process.
Without further delay, the group of almost twenty people, bent on bringing down Prixima Kesselring, left the city gates to meet with Magister Tiron...
"Bleh, I already regret going with you. It's cold! I should've stayed in the library... oh, it's you guys. Thanks again for the last time. Brrr, damn winter..."~~Chapter 11: House of the Witch~~
The group spent the whole day in travel. There was little merry talk and Mannan spent most of the time walking and talking in hushed tone with Magister Tiron. Mannan looked more and more concerned with time but didn't respond to any questions.
And next morning, they have arrived - not at Kesselring Fortress. They arrived at small, ruined manor in the hills south of the forested area. For Mannan and his group it was rather foreboding place, what with the rubble and occassional corpse, but for some of Gregor mercenaries, including himself, the place was familiar.
After all, Arinne's charred corpse was still there.
The hills surrounding the manor were silent. The snow looked fresh and there was no wind. No animals could be seen hunting in the white layers and not a single crow was creaking at the newcomers to the abandoned house. Mannan slipped down from Danya's pegasus and walked up to Magister Tiron.
"I believe it is time to explain your magic, Magister." "Allright, do you have the stone?" At this question, Mannan pulled out a small crystal, shaped into a rod. It was surely cut form single piece of crystal, but the lack of inner light suggested it was just a glassy rock. "Like you have asked me to, I've managed to deliver the identical one to my... friend... in the fortress. Is that sufficient?" "Well, we will see that! It should be, I believe. I've told you - it is theoretical thing. I never attempted this at such long distance." He looked at a faint silhouette of Kesselring castle's highest towers, which stood above the forest surrounding it. "Now, one person, a mage of sorts, have to hold onto the rod. They're identical, right? Right? Then, ten or so people need to stand around the rod-bearer, and-" "Wait a moment. Ten or so? We need to transport all of us! Ten won't do! Magister, why didn't you told me about this restriction?" "You didn't ask!" There was audible facepalm sound coming from somewhere when Dag was standing.
