In the Ashes of Silvermoon - RP Thread

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Originally Posted by Stripxbaconx

He turned towards the woman, a brief glance of his azure blue eyes enough to take in every detail of hers and put it to his memory. His hand would then distance from the hilt of his curved blade, as he offered a short nod.
-"No. I would hardly let anyone follow me without my permission, these days. What is the current status, Lady?" He approached her a bit closer, treading towards her, remaining polite and forward while asking for the current situation to be going on. He was not covered in dirt, nor was he wielding any signs of gore. However, that might be due to the clear arcane shimmer...

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The dirt covered female had no sense of magic, even for an quel'dorei but who could habe known? Living below the standard of normal high elven society, that arcanists gore-less exterior and nearly pristine look seemed to shock her as he approach. Her mind raced to figure out if this was some illusion. A glimmer of hope lifted her furrowed brows as she assumed that surely someone without a smudge of grime during the endeavors of the last few days must have with them an army and supplies to keep them safe- she paused waiting for a squad, guards, even an escort. Wrongly she continued to assume that this was some high nobles son or perhaps...

He advanced with his 'to the point' words. Sharp like the tip of that blade... No followers. That's what he said. The words hit hard but even more strange was that he'd verbalized that he wouldn't 'allow it'. His confidence and stainless attire earned him a questionable look. How had he made it this far and remained unharmed?

In her distraction she didn't even notice the two rangers vanish from sight (Trist and Sylv) or the bed-ridden (Lys) youth speak.

Status... it took her a moment to hear him as she came out of her questioning thoughts. 'Status... ' she repeated softly before realizing it. "Not good. Just lost another squad of farstriders -" with that her eyes began to scan for the two who just exited the tent. "...and a healer." She sighed. "The city is off limits, the abominations left behind are wandering the roads..." looking as if she were snapping out of her thoughts. "For ever loss we suffer another seems to be added to their side. I assume they left some with the abilities to raise these 'things' in the area." It suddenly dawned on her that she was speaking to a youth, not a commanding officer, not a fellow warrior- Why was she not sugar coating her words? Must have been his demenor in the given situation. Perhaps it was that this was the 1st able body she had seen outside of her squad. These were desperate times...

"We're short on supplies and men to find survivior." Getting right to the point; She gave him an obvious once over trying to figure out if he could be of any help. His unstained attire begged the question; "do you have any abilities that could assist the people here or..." she hesitated, not wanting to assume but giving him the benifit of the doubt. "Would you be willing to get your hands dirty and help look for more survivors?"

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Originally Posted by Suzy

The dirt covered female had no sense of magic, even for an quel'dorei but who could habe known? Living below the standard of normal high elven society, that arcanists gore-less exterior and nearly pristine look seemed to shock her as he approach. Her mind raced to figure out if this was some illusion. A glimmer of hope lifted her furrowed brows as she assumed that surely someone without a smudge of grime during the endeavors of the last few days must have with them an army and supplies to keep them safe- she paused waiting for a squad, guards, even an escort. Wrongly she continued to assume that this was some high nobles son or perhaps...

He advanced with his 'to the point' words. Sharp like the tip of that blade... No followers. That's what he said. The words hit hard but even more strange was that he'd verbalized that he wouldn't 'allow it'. His confidence and stainless attire earned him a questionable look. How had he made it this far and remained unharmed?

In her distraction she didn't even notice the two rangers vanish from sight (Trist and Sylv) or the bed-ridden (Lys) youth speak.

Status... it took her a moment to hear him as she came out of her questioning thoughts. 'Status... ' she repeated softly before realizing it. "Not good. Just lost another squad of farstriders -" with that her eyes began to scan for the two who just exited the tent. "...and a healer." She sighed. "The city is off limits, the abominations left behind are wandering the roads..." looking as if she were snapping out of her thoughts. "For ever loss we suffer another seems to be added to their side. I assume they left some with the abilities to raise these 'things' in the area." It suddenly dawned on her that she was speaking to a youth, not a commanding officer, not a fellow warrior- Why was she not sugar coating her words? Must have been his demenor in the given situation. Perhaps it was that this was the 1st able body she had seen outside of her squad. These were desperate times...

"We're short on supplies and men to find survivior." Getting right to the point; She gave him an obvious once over trying to figure out if he could be of any help. His unstained attire begged the question; "do you have any abilities that could assist the people here or..." she hesitated, not wanting to assume but giving him the benifit of the doubt. "Would you be willing to get your hands dirty and help look for more survivors?"

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He was remaining silent while she spoke, not only because of manners that anyone should have, even in such times, but also because the stalwart apparel of the man was not only an illusion, but it was most true. A stern expression upon his face, a prominent jawline slightly shifting with her report towards him. Not out of joy for her to obviously being struck by his mere presence, but because he was thoughtfully pondering her every spoken word with upmost dedication.

As she ended her report and his azure gaze followed hers to see the others leaving, briefly having taken into account the presence of the others nearby, he would finally speak up once more, hands folded together behind his back as he walked up and down on the spot. Not in a nervous or desperate manner, but in a decivie motion of pure elegance that clearly gave away that this young man was not to be underestimated or to be taken as innocent or inexperienced. Finally, he glanced up at her again, giving a nod of approval, eventually encouraging her to find relief in having found someone capable of making use of her informations.

His voice was pierced by confidence and pride, not by despair and fear. He was one to be an lead example for their people, it seems. Maybe it was the way he was risen.

"The Abominations are not as much of a problem. I myself have slain a few of them on my way here, the nearby road should be relatively safe for us to move. However, it will be mandatory for us to gather all remaining forces under one commanding banner. Are there any official structures still intact? If not, we must be decisive and arrange a militia to be formed, so that we can retaliate. Did anyone take care of that? If a commanding structure is in place, then please continue and introduce me to it. Such is the first step we have to establish. The second would be, to get rid of those to raise the fallen, as they are the backbone of this foul army of death."

He then eyed the woman over, humming lightly. "I may be young, woman, but I definitely know how to not only protect myself but those around me aswell. Follow me and we shall not only get rid of those pesty summoners that raise the dead, but we'll also be able to eventually form a bridgepoint in this area for more survivors and refugees to settle in, as I am aware that the Farstriders are finding more and more. What is your name?" He peered at her, his melodic voice filled with authority and pride, as he demanded to know her name. However, he did so in a polite and forward fashion, none that would be considered rude or offensive.

(( Sadly not, but thinking of it. I am a friend of Cindera, as she brought me to eventually RP here if I wanted to. Mostly, I am a PvPer and GM on another RP server though. ))

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Originally Posted by Stripxbaconx

His voice was pierced by confidence and pride;
"The Abominations are not as much of a problem. I myself have slain a few of them on my way here, the nearby road should be relatively safe for us to move. However, it will be mandatory for us to gather all remaining forces under one commanding banner. Are there any official structures still intact? If not, we must be decisive and arrange a militia to be formed, so that we can retaliate. Did anyone take care of that? If a commanding structure is in place, then please continue and introduce me to it. Such is the first step we have to establish. The second would be, to get rid of those to raise the fallen, as they are the backbone of this foul army of death."

He then eyed the woman over, humming lightly. "I may be young, woman, but I definitely know how to not only protect myself but those around me aswell. Follow me and we shall not only get rid of those pesty summoners that raise the dead, but we'll also be able to eventually form a bridgepoint in this area for more survivors and refugees to settle in, as I am aware that the Farstriders are finding more and more. What is your name?"

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"S-Suzina..." he'd caught her so off guard she nearly saluted- ..."Andersoul, Scout of Squad Seven, Farstrider..." Her hand came up half way but then she stopped herself, still in disbelief. Her palm turned flat and she gestured to the wounded in the short distance of the tent. Lys among them. "All due respect..." she continued to motion to the wounded and afraid.

Meanwhile an inner turmoil stirred.
This- this young elf hadn't a scratch on him yet he had boasted taking down abominations while her squad had all but been decimated by three. He didn't look fatigued, he sure as hell wasn't wounded and although a youth; he had a plan...
But still...

"Any official structure will be targeted by those things come night fall. We'd all be better on higher ground but we can't move all of the wounded."

Her eyes scanned the faces for Sylvannar and Tristyn once more. "Our squad of seven was reduced to three, myself included. We were hoping our ranger captain would meet us back here, he led a larger one of those monsters off as a diversion..." she grit her teeth piecing together where the other two rangers must have gone off to... "the other two are out searching for more survivors." A disappointed stare followed in the tent exits general direction.

About to answer the rest of his questions in a report like fashion she paused... mouth hanging open a jar as she shook off her remaining thoughts of doubt.

A warriors gaze followed as she locked eyes with his azure orbs. "Hold on a moment... what do I call you, 'man with a plan'?" Her eyebrow quirked upward, as if challenging him, silently questioning if he had the guts to lead this group out of this mess or if he was all talk.

((now its becoming more dificult to add Selv back in but im liking it so far :D))

Selvarria made her way back to the camp still not believing what she had seen. When she reached a cliff overlooking the main gate she saw hundreds if not thousands of undead beings and it's was even harder for her to accept everyone she knew was dead..Her parent's, her friends, mostly everyone she knew that was still inside the city couldn't survive the massive undead hordes swarming the city and this made her heart brake..Now she was broken as her heart became void of emotions of joy or happiness but became replaced by sadness and remorse.

She entered the camp not saying anything to anyone and sat by a nearby tree and she thought what the elf she healed before told her about the light..How it didn't protect anyone even those who truly believed and dedicated them self's to it and she was right...Selvarria didn't want to believe it but it was true, the light had left them to die and due to that even she started to lose faith and hope in the light, something she never expect doing in her life time of being a priestess and she felt it..Her power fading away as she stopped believing in it but she didn't care anymore about it..If she was to late to save her loved ones..then she couldn't save anyone else either. These thought's continued on as she sat there looking down at the ground.

((Apologies in advance for dragging some ooc advice in but I feel this needs to be addressed. In order to keep ic and ooc seperate, a person would take what's written below from the post above))

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Originally Posted by Cindera

Selvarria made her way back to the camp ------ thought's continued on as she sat there looking down at the ground.

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((it's cool we can see your ooc reasoning for things but in no way should an ic character react to any of it, they simply see a priest sitting on the ground, troubled and lost in her thoughts.

I also don't mean to call u out here as I do it to- just want to be sure we're all reading this right when replying.

Also, Welcome back to the tent.
We just left but should be back Ic soon. ))

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Originally Posted by Suzy

"S-Suzina..." he'd caught her so off guard she nearly saluted- ..."Andersoul, Scout of Squad Seven, Farstrider..." Her hand came up half way but then she stopped herself, still in disbelief. Her palm turned flat and she gestured to the wounded in the short distance of the tent. Lys among them. "All due respect..." she continued to motion to the wounded and afraid.

Meanwhile an inner turmoil stirred.
This- this young elf hadn't a scratch on him yet he had boasted taking down abominations while her squad had all but been decimated by three. He didn't look fatigued, he sure as hell wasn't wounded and although a youth; he had a plan...
But still...

"Any official structure will be targeted by those things come night fall. We'd all be better on higher ground but we can't move all of the wounded."

Her eyes scanned the faces for Sylvannar and Tristyn once more. "Our squad of seven was reduced to three, myself included. We were hoping our ranger captain would meet us back here, he led a larger one of those monsters off as a diversion..." she grit her teeth piecing together where the other two rangers must have gone off to... "the other two are out searching for more survivors." A disappointed stare followed in the tent exits general direction.

About to answer the rest of his questions in a report like fashion she paused... mouth hanging open a jar as she shook off her remaining thoughts of doubt.

A warriors gaze followed as she locked eyes with his azure orbs. "Hold on a moment... what do I call you, 'man with a plan'?" Her eyebrow quirked upward, as if challenging him, silently questioning if he had the guts to lead this group out of this mess or if he was all talk.

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He groaned upon hearing her status report, her words. Even when she described the situation with upmost precision, his confidence would never seem to fade. His azure gaze never shifting off the woman, a slight smile forming upon hearing her name. "Suzina Andersoul." He recited her name with his melodic voice, as if he tried to claim it his property, saving it within his mind. He nodded briefly, about to answer her question, before moving on. He even performed a short bow, his blonde hair momentarily falling before his face before he then put it back into position, combing them back with his pale fingers.

"My name is Lorellan Sunshard, last remnant of House Sunshard and its rightful heir. Aspiring Magister of Silvermoon and one of the few surviving nobles. It seems you hold no commanding structure at hand and in order to guarantee the best possible leadership whilst noone more capable is present, I will take responsibility from now on, until a commanding officer is put in place. Do you confirm, Farstrider Andersoul?"

He perked a curved brow of his own, staring into her eyes, clearly not afraid of asserting dominance for now. Someone had to, if they wanted to survive.
His mere status as a part of the Magistry, supported by his minor nobility(his family name might be known to some), would hand him such rights for temporary utility anyway.

Lorellan then continued to talk, giving instructions, taking into account the newly gained information.

"All I need is time, Farstrider Andersoul. Are there any Arcanists here, that can aid in a teleportation spell? If not, I'll need utter calmness and concentration. It should only take about a few hours for me to channel enough of my remaining mana in order to relocate the entirety of this tent. Use the time and inform the others, aswell as bringing as many refugees here as you can. We can not afford waiting, as we will be overrun by nightfall as you say. Once this is done, we will start striking back at this filth and begin cleansing our beloved homelands. No pestilence shall remain within the eternal realm of magic. Am I clear, friend?"

He certainly made his stance clear and even though his words spoke of some arrogance and superiority, he truly wasn't. Any sane mind would know that they had to work together, bring the wounded into safety and relocate their headquarter to an advantageous position so that they would be able to regain strength.

"Where are the others of your Squad going?" He casually asked with a elegant swirl of his hand pointing after them, before he heaved a sigh in order to draw his blade that was shimmering with a light blue hue, clearly of arcane origin. With that, he'd begin to draw a circle into the ground, clearly he was preparing a spell.

Suzina’s eyes widened at the mention of ‘aspiring magister’ – a magister. THIS was a magister. Now WONDER he didn’t have a drop of gore on him!

More note-worthy was that this man was right, in many ways; but the most notable was that there was no one who had any ranking command. This was a tent of filled with wounded, civilians and survivors. If any of them were capable leaders, none had yet to speak up. Even her squad members who could have aided this situation were out bickering; likely trying to kill each other- She looks a bit worried for a moment but a reassuring gaze followed -
Any doubt she had previously had, any notions this man was an illusion or some fraud were erased in an instant. She straitened up her posture and backed up a bit, giving him space to create his magical rune on the ground- teleportation was something she knew little of.

“Yes sir-“ She gave the full salute. “Magister Sunshard.” Her head tilted a little in a humble bow as she spun swiftly to turn to the others in the tent, speaking a little louder with renewed confidence to all but not loud enough that it might attract unwanted ghouls outside. “If there are any able bodies with abilities in the arcane, please come forth or make yourself known to Magister Sunshard.” She continued to peer around for any waving hands of the wounded or anyone to step forth.

((Feel free any Sin’dorei mages who wish to hop into this rp))

She then turned back to Lorellan with another slight head tilt, as if silently apologizing for her unannounced turn from him. He did say he needed utter calmness and concentration so she lowered her voice to a more calm tone and spoke just above a whisper. “Apologies but no one has yet spoke of themselves as a user of the arcane, most are still in shock.”

She paused, peering to the entrance of the tent. “The two farstriders left in our squad are likely looking for more survivors in the woods. We found one in a tree earlier so really it’s anyone’s guess.” She sighed, hating to lie for those two *****s… she really shouldn’t have let them out of her sight. “How much time do you require, Magister and to where are you planning on opening a portal? I may be able to scout ahead and see if the location is free of those ‘things’.” She suggested but then remembered who was assuming charge. “What are your orders, Magister Sunshard?”

"I can help."

With one bold claim, Lysarra made her presence known, forcing her way into the conversation with an almost desperate reach to volunteer. She also showed herself for the eavesdropper she was - paying close attention to their conversation, despite not participating herself. But manners didn't matter now. It was magic they needed.

"I am Lysarra Lightseeker, daughter to Lysander Lightseeker," she told them - and perhaps they might recognize her nobility, just as she recognized his. But, with a wince, she also realized he might remember she comes from a line of priests, not scholars. "My family didn't make their claim to fame through the arcane, but I know I can help!" she pressed, with some urgency in her tone. "Besides, it's not like I can be a hinderance, right?"

Though she tried not to let it show, the question was somewhat of a genuine one. Lys had never actually made a portal before. She understood the theory, at the very least, but it was too complex for her to truly teach herself. And since she didn't come from a bloodline of magisters, and had a father so staunchly opposed to her pursuit of magical education, whatever she couldn't teach herself was really quite lost to her. Not that most mages her age would know the firsr thing about teleportation in the first place. Lys knew she was quite young for this sort of thing. Most arcanists lived into the milllenia perfecting their craft, and Lys had not yet seen her first century.

But she spoke with such conviction, covering her terrible wounds and looking the leader in the eyes. "I know I can help," she said, with unwavering belief in her capabilities. It was not altruism that raised her hand - it was the desire to, in any way, take her fate into her own hands. She would not passively sit by and wait for this stranger to whisk them away to asylum. If there was anything she could do to guarantee their safety, she wanted to be a part of it.

Lorellan Sunshard was not a man that needed many words, nor did he need much of the attention brought towards him or his status. He seemed grateful however, for the willingness of Suzina Andersoul to aid him in the process. He spoke calmly, with neverfading authority, but also with kindness as he intends to contineously spark a shimmer of hope for the surrounding kinsfolk of his. He gave a brief nod towards her, speaking up.

"There should be a hillside not far from here, a plateu that grants a better overview of the situation. If anything, it would be a reasonable position for any military mind to go to. We shall put up our future headquarters there and reconquer the magical realm from there. Scout ahead and use this to mark the location, so that we will find our way there through the nether." He handed to her an object that looked like a small arcane shard, glistening in the dim light of the tent. "There is no time to loose, Farstrider Andersoul. You have two hours, then we will teleport to wherever this shard is. Go with haste, but go safely."

He encouraged the brave woman to do her very best, passively assuring that they would do the same. His stern gaze then shifting towards Lysarra, a smile forming upon his lips upon recognizing the woman. "Lady Lightseeker. A pleasure. Fret not, as even the slightest influx of possible arcane energy will easen up the spellweaving. Just aid me in what I am doing. Channel your faith and your arcane into me, if you will. We have no time to loose."

He then proceeded to step forth, having given out the urgent instructions for the two of them that were aiding him. His robes were swaying lightly in the breeze that suddenly arose, as he lifted his arms to either side of his body, slightly curved and with his hands now swirling elegantly as his blade was sheathed once more. An arcane hue seemed to form, as the highelven man started to chant a spell, unknown to most of them. It would cause the arcane rune on the ground to receive the influx of arcane from his hands, connecting the aspiring Magister to the spellwork.

"Ama noral'arkhana". Saved by magic. Those were his first words to begin with and everyone nearby would eventually be able to find a moment of relief in those dark times, knowing that they were not alone no more. The channeling had begun.

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Originally Posted by Cindera

Selvarria made her way back to the camp -- she sat there looking down at the ground.

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A white and now crimson haired male stumbled out of the woods. A sharp sniffle of his bloodied nose, followed by an even sharper exhale forced what was likely a bloodied bugar crashing down to the grass below. "Ugh..." He held his nose, now broken, with his bloody hand. His raw nuckles where the culprate. He stumbled forward towards Selvarria tree and plopped down in front of her, legs crossed, hunched and defeated looking. "Rough day, huh?" He spoke with a clogged nose, making him sound like he'd inhaled a helium balloon as he spoke.

Truth be told, it was obvious her priestess robes attracted him for some healing but the woman didn't look up to the task yet and he was a patient listener, especially in his curent sorry state.

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Originally Posted by Stripxbaconx

"There should be a hillside not far from here, a plateu that grants a better overview of the situation. If anything, it would be a reasonable position for any military mind to go to. We shall put up our future headquarters there and reconquer the magical realm from there. Scout ahead and use this to mark the location, so that we will find our way there through the nether." He handed to her an object that looked like a small arcane shard, glistening in the dim light of the tent. "There is no time to loose, Farstrider Andersoul. You have two hours, then we will teleport to wherever this shard is. Go with haste, but go safely."

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Suzina's ears twitched as she listened intently, finally nodding as she took the small arcane shard. we will teleport to wherever this shard is... earned him a wide eyed look as she swiftly nod-saluted and took off immediatly after he bid her farewell. Not a moment was spared.

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Originally Posted by SunMace

He stumbled forward towards Selvarria tree and plopped down in front of her, legs crossed, hunched and defeated looking. "Rough day, huh?" He spoke with a clogged nose, making him sound like he'd inhaled a helium balloon as he spoke.

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Selvarria lifted her head up finally breaking from her thought and looked at him with her now nearly voided of emotion eyes. "Rough...You can say that...It's not everyday you realize how the light left us behind for this hell...Not everyday the light loses someone who believed in it her whole life and is now left powerless..." Clearly referring to her self as she gave a small laugh nearly sounding mad but regained her composure.

She then asked him in a low voice "What happen to you..." wondering to why he was feeling so much from his nose and had his knuckles bloodied.

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Originally Posted by Cindera

Selvarria lifted her head up finally breaking from her thought and looked at him with her now nearly voided of emotion eyes. "Rough...You can say that...It's not everyday you realize how the light left us behind for this hell...Not everyday the light loses someone who believed in it her whole life and is now left powerless..." Clearly referring to her self as she gave a small laugh nearly sounding mad but regained her composure.

She then asked him in a low voice "What happen to you..." wondering to why he was bleeling so much from his nose and had his knuckles bloodied.

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Tristyn raised an eyebrow, even the slender hairs of his white brows were somewhat stained a dark red. Her mad cackle at thw end of her loss of hope speach threw him for a loop. "Yea..." He wants sure how to respond, or perhaps it was the loss of blood making him dizzy. "But that ain't no reason ta give up on the light." His helium voice persisted as he wiped his bloodied nuckles on his vest, the rest already spattered with dried gore from earlier, then he returned his hand to his nose and a little 'crack' sound followed as he snapped the cartilage back into place. His hand fell to his lap as he sniffled, face wincing. "After all, if no one has faith, how we all gonna get out a this darkness?" He completely ignored her 'what happened to you' question. An eyebrow kept raised as he forced a smile... he was missing a tooth.