Amsden of the Sapling ~ King ~ 65 ~ Currently in: RG
He couldnt help but shuckle a bit at his words. Even he had been young once? He is still young and talks as if he is as old as the king himself. Maby even older. "That my dear priest, is a holy oath I hope you realice the weight behind. If you do break it, not even your god can protect you from the wrath of Bel" he noted while looking at the young man. He dont care if he is threatening a man of god, or a god itself. He, Amsden of the Sapling clan is a king from a warriorline. He have stood on the battlefield more times than he have years behind him. He have slain more enemies than he have hairs in both his beard and in his hair combined. His army is welltrained, every detail of it polished to the utmost and well tested. His reign isnt over any old country, he rules over Enlil. He is the king of kings the sole ruler of the largest kingdom in the world! If they want to take him on so sure, let them! He will crush them all to dust, walk over their corpses and make their legacy vanish into thin air, their past disapear into the shadows. Leaving nothing of his enemies, nothing more than bones slowly paling in the sun as ravens, foxes and wolves eat the flesh of them. Be it human, demon or god, if they stand up to him they will fall. Dead before reching the ground, forgotten in only a year or two they will be nothing more than a speck of dust in the history of mankind.




Agrona of the Raven ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC
The neat and elegant movements of the girl named Agrona was surprising. She is a scholar, rarly ventures outside of her woorkroom and when she does its mostly to collect herbs of some sort. Be it for medicine or poisons. So how such a calm and nonmoving person could move as easy and fluently like she did was surprising. "Arcadius, is it not?" she asked while killing of the last man, the one she had kicked in the crotch. Once the last body hit the ground she simply sat down cleaning her daggers on the mans shirt before putting the two daggers in their place, hidden well beneth her tunic. Her hands, soft, pale and neat was slowly moving over the carcasses one at a time. It almost looked as if she was caressing them, giving the dead bodies one last joy as they died. But that was the last thing she was doing. Once she found what she wanted she pulled out the moneybag and cut it of. This is all? "Pathetic, this is all three men could bring with them to the end? I might as well keep it as compensation" she mutterd putting the money in her own moneybag before simply pushing the now empty leatherpouch into the owners dead mouth. She sat quiet a moment looking at something just above the three men. The white string that indicated the lifestring, their time left to live were compleatly gone. A smirk sneaked up on her face and she looked at the man that was still all exited. *He is like a exited child* was all she thought before tensing and quickly turning around. Someone was there. Someone is looking. "IDIOT! You were followed?" she hissed at him while reaching for her daggers.

Annabelle drew her bow. "Who goes there!" Annabelle yells. "Say your names before I shoot you down!" Annabelle then stopped and she crouched down. Her horse runs back to the castle on command. "I didn't follow anyone!" Annabelle said. Annabelle shoot past the people the arrow buried in the stone statue of the Dragon. She laughed.

Zarune~29 years old~RG

"Aye my lord and I expect you to hold true to your word." The priest said with a light smile. With luck he would live to the old man's age, being old and wise like the head priests. That would be a day to see, but for now he had many a year to see before that day. "If I may my lord catch some rest before morrow so that it can be a full day dedicated to your son's," the word slipped from his mouth as if he had never questioned it. "knowledge and learning." With that he kneed before the king waiting to be released to do as he wanted. He was used to being kneeled half his day, after all it was spent speaking to the Finn. A rest sounded nice, he had after all walked all the way from the temple to this kingdom. That was a feat to admire.

Arcadius~26 years old~DC

"Yes ma'am." The servant answered with a low bow. "At your service." He smiled, once again his face distorted by the massive scar. IDIOT?! Him. An assassin? Followed? Could it be the..."come out barker, I know it's you! Only you could miss that horribly with a bow." He insulted her. "Come out and fight like a man!" Arcadius snickered at her bad attempt to hit them. "Is that it?!" He picked up a stone chunking it in her direction. Ducking away he circled around watching her. All of those years of training as an assassin finally paid off.

Amsden of the Sapling ~ King ~ 65 ~ Currently in: RG
He listend to the young man as he spoke. Sons? He honestly said that? Well atleast he smoothed over it pretty nicely. Thats something atleast. "Werry well. Il leave you to do as you want then" he said with a nod. With that short answer he turned with a somewhat stiff movement before walking away. His steps were surprisingly light and swift for someone his age. Fast, light and with used movements he walked through the corridor while his darkblue eyes looked around. Once he found his son bugging some guards with questions he called his son over. It took a bit of time to explain for his son what he wanted but once the boy understood he would be taught by the man he had seen earlier he rushed away to go greet him.

Once at the door he had been informed the priest lived behind he knocked on it with a curious look on his face. In his left hand the toy he had been holding while sleeping earlier. Filled with energy he switched food constantly while waiting for the man to open the door.




Agrona of the Raven ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC
As the arrow went flying she quickly took a few steps to the side. What the hell?! As the arrow hit the ground she went pale, her eyes widening massivly. "Y... you wench! You dare shoot at a god?!" she yelled at the female voice, still not really connecting it to the ... hyperactive ... girl she meet before. She were just about to charge against the voice as the ground begun to shake enough to throw her off her feet, Her horse tore the rope holding him and escaped in pure panic.The eyes of the dragon glow strongly a short while. A few moments later the arrow fell to the ground and the shaking stopped. "Arcadius, lets kill this person before she summons the god compleatly" she mutterd qhile quickly getting up on her feet. With a steady hold of her daggers she begun to circkle the voice carefully.as the darkness apeared more compact after the bright shine from the dragon.

(Saphire, I have a question to you. Is your character INSANE?! Its clearly stated in the info texts that the statue is a god or atleast belived to be one. And she shoots it? Further more if she heard Agrona she was definatly close enough to see the killed bodies. No reaction what so ever and not only that but rather than sneaking away she challanges two clearly used murderers? How did she figure that was a good plan? Pluss for future references the castle is 1day away from the statue)

Annabelle collapsed her legs weak. Tears fell from her face as her face was a mask of fear but of sorrow. "Why....." Annabelle choked out. She was no longer paying attention to the sounds around her nor the movements either. If a dagger was to her throat she would not know for her grief was clouding her surroundings for her. Her tears kept going not stopping. She then said. "Life..... what is the........ meaning?" She laughed a shaking laugh full of sorrow and remorse. Her eyes were vacant of any expression. Annabelle let out a shaky breath and the blacked out from both exhaustion and the knowing of her mother dying. The hawks gathered around in the air believing she was dead but also smelling the smell of death fresh on the wind. Raccoons approached ready to feast on the dead bodies.

Zarune~29 years old~ RG

Finally he had some time to himself! Plopping down on the bed he took a breath and released it as he closed his eyes. It was so nice to lay down, maybe he could even get a good nights sleep for once. Then the knocking came at his door. Not even ten minutes after he got settled in and already people knew he was here. With a sigh he pulled himself off the bed and walked to the door. "Yes?" He asked pulling the door open. The prince was waiting on the other side, stuffed animal in hand and a smile on his face. "Well good day young prince how do you fair this beautiful day?" The priest kneed in order to see eye to eye with the child. It all went well then they could become friends, well as much a friend as a man could be to the boy. As of now he was only a teacher, someone that normally children hate. Hopefully the price liked to learn....

Arcadius~ 26 years old~ DC

What just happened? With a confused look the man stood from his hiding point before casting a confused glance at Argona. "Please tell me you saw that too." He said not sure as to where to go now. Was this a good time to bring up the real reason he came here, or was it better not too? Maybe it wasn't. With that the man jogged to the unconscious girl's side kneeling next to her. She was not dead at least, that was something. "So what do we do to her now? We can't just leave her here can we? Would that be too cruel?" He was not the one in charge here, what ever she said went.

Il play the prince rather than the king for now)


Amsden of the Sapling ~ King ~ 65 ~ Currently in: RG
Thr prince looked up at the man that opend before following him with his sharp and wake eyes, as if he were expecting him to lash out almost. He may be young but as the crownprince he have already survived a few atempts on his life. Those dangerous and hatefull rebells as well as a hired assasin have come after the young child more than once. But as the man kneed he relaxed a bit. "I was informed by my father that your holiness was living in this chamber and were to be my teacher" the prince said and bowed politely at his teacher. It really wasnt a deep bow, in fact it was pretty shallow, but polite none the less. He is the crownprince, heir to the throne and had little to no reason to bow to anyone unless he felt the urge to do so. After the short, but polite bow he looked up at his teacher. "I simply wanted to thank you for giving me the oportunity to learn from you sir" he answered with a smile. He is young but able. Unexperienced yet confident and untested but with a resolve to see it all through. To master it all and to be the one to stand when everything else is crumbling around him. Maby he inherited this from his father? Maby he just wanted to show everyone that he is his own and not just his fathers son? Something more ... something other than a shadow.




Agrona of the Raven ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC

As the woman fell to the ground she stopped moving looking cautiously at her before glancing at Arcadius as he kneeled next to her. She was silent a moment before looking to the massice dragoncliff behind them that not to loong ago had been shining brightly. "Lets feed him the bodies, and I guess we will take her with us, I could use someone to test my poisons on" she saif walking up to the girl. Without much care at all she tested to kick her a tad gently just to make sure she was actually uncontious. Satisfied with the result she pulled some rope from her backback and tied her arms and legs carefully. "Well this will do for now" she mutterd glansing around. The sounds of animals were a bit unnerving to be honest. They must be plenty and they are most likely starving to come this close to humans. She didnt even bother to answer Arcadius question right now. First of all they need to get rid of the bodies and cover the sent of blood before any massive animals get here. putting her daggers in the bag she hurled one of the men up on her back. With used and well trained movements she tied the man to her self so she could climb easier. With that simple prepp she walked up to the dragon cliff. She hessitated a moment before putting her soft, neat hand on it. A moment she stood still, waiting to see if it would react but as nothing happend she begun to climb with the heavy man on her back. This climb is normally dangerous and difficult enought without a dead and stiffening body on your back, now? Suicidal most likely. After a while she glanced down, is the woman still uncontious? Well it seems like it atleast.

Annabelle twitched a bit and tears came down her face. Then she muttered. "Run away from them! They are coming mother. Death approaches on it's shoulders." Beads of sweat run down her face. The eagles swooped down. Annabelle's bow lay in the grass as the wind blows around the clearing. The rocks of the statue sharp like spikes. The Dragon's head moved only slightly. "Dragon forgive me." Annabelle cries slightly. Then her breath caught in her throat. Her hair on the back of her neck stood up. "It's coming!" Annabelle screamed in her fevered sleep.

Zarune~29 years old~ RG

"It's a pleasure really." The priest smiled kindly at the little boy. "But please call me Zarune, sir is a title I have yet to receive." He stood then glancing down at the prince. "And what is it that you wish to be call, fair prince?" He always seemed to prefer children as company, they were so much easier to talk to than adults. Again the sight of the boy was enough to make him wish he had his own, why was it that the church thought it so wrong? It was simply passing on ones name, nothing more. Well it was more, lots more in fact. It was a sign that you loved your spouse, that you wished to be with them forever. Your future depended on that sign of love. When you grew old it was to help you, to care for you. Though now it was small and unable it would grow to be the best that it could be. Zarune smiled widely at this thought, maybe life wasn't all about religion after all.

Arcadius~26 years old~DC

"Who's comeing?!" Arcadius asked propping the girl up on his knee. "Go on do speak!" She seemed to be under some sort of spell, was that the right word for it? Her skin held fever, not good. What if it was a new sickness that caused one to lose their mind? He and the other girl were in direct contact with it. With that he placed the girl back on the ground backing away slowly. They needed to deal with the dead bodies, then they could deal with the sick. With a jogging step the man picked up the largest body and carried it up in stride with Agrona. "Ma'am if I may ask, what do you think is wrong with the girl? Spell? Sickness? Or just lunacy?"

Il play the prince rather than the king for now)


Amsden of the Sapling ~ King ~ 65 ~ Currently in: RG
The young prince looked cautiously at him. He was thinking about something .... something he liked .... maby the temple? "Werry well then Zarune, call me **** " he answered politely. After some time he had gathered up the corage to ask what he had been thinking since the priest had opend the door. "Zarune, you are not like the priests from Bels temple." he pointed out. "You seems a lot nicer" he added with the cinserity of a child. However he isnt just a child, he is the crownprince so he is not really used to people telling him off, the only ones to really do so beeing the teachers from Bels temple. This made him a bit more sincere and honest with his words and thoughts to everyone but them. Lets just say those priests didnt apreciate the honesty that the prince could burst out in. Specially when he thought something was incredibly boring. Like reading the same scrolls every single darn time. They always start out with the same scroll. How the world came to be and the gods who rules it. He knows it by heart and its BORING! He would rather roll around buttnaked in nettles than read those darn scrolls again! Hmm, wonder how that would feel. But as he recalled how the nettles burned his hands when he had takn a ball out from them he shivered, regretting the thought instantainously.




Agrona of the Raven ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC
Desperatly she tried her best to shut out the womans screams and mumblings. Just, ignore it! Just simply dont listen. But it was hoenstly a bit hard. As she were about to put her hand on a piece of the dragon that stood out it moved slightly. However it was enough for her to tense up. As it stopped moving she put the hand on the dragon. However before she had moved her foot up a step she was surpriced by finding that Arcadius had caught up to her climbing. SHe was still and quiet a time looking at the man a bit closer. A really strong jaw, well muscled and honestly he have a rather handsome look to him over all. Tall, and that stupied hair of his looks pretty clean despite him having to have lived on the roads a loong time tracking her down. After having this closer look at him she looked back down at the ground, the girl, she seems fevrish for sure but her behaviour? not as much. "Its not a herb, atleast none I know of, and fever .... maby. but considering her irratic behaviour earlier I would guess on her beeing a lunatic." she answered after some more silence. Damit how much does this guy weigh? As she felt the man on her back growing heavier by the moment she begun to climb again. With for her really slow and strained movements she climbed up at the dragons massive jaws. As her hands rested on the sharp scalelike rocks she could feel them penetrate her skin, giving her small, neat and delicate hands wounds that bleed onto the rock.