Tyian, golen hill

[Green Child]

Tyian, a land at almost constant war, is at the moment in an uneasy true.
In the high mountainous contry, the dwarves suffer, at least for now, no raids from the trolls and in turn the trolls do not suffer the fire they so hate in their homes. The Giants do not kill the humans(and at the moment like it that way), the goblins in turn do not attack the elves.
The geography of this small world is simple, the main strech of mountains the Mor Burn, are on and near the northeast cost, there is on mountain in the centre, a stage for many battles in the inccessant wars of the races, Golen hill. There is woodland around the mountains and apart from large pockets, it covers the entire land mass, the Elves are still the supreme power, the humans are yet young as a race, the Dwarves in their mountains have little to do with anyone else and the halflings spend too much time living with and making fun of the humans to care.
But the peace will not last, the Moon Elves kingdom is falling, a power struggle will ensue to see which of the other two houses, grey or woodland will rule, and in that time the Maelor Mor will come again, take the predender Giant king from his throne and march to war, because they fear Golen Hill and loathe and covert what resides beneath it, the weapon.
No one knows what form the weapon takes, it may be a sword, or a bow or a lance or any manner of other things, but this is known, by deed and phrophicy, that it alone will decide the winner.
Though the Maelor Mor grow strong, their counterparts, the druids, are dying, the Maelor Mor hunt them, for they will not let such a powerful group that is so against them live. When the druids die, then all hope for Tyian is lost. For they alone know that which is not known to the elves or the Maelor Mor, they know what the weapon is and they have chosen one from among them to find it, with whatever aid he can find, to find the weapon, for it does have enormous magical power and turn it over to it's rightful user, to see the world saved.... A druid travels to the elven kingdom, those that all the other goodly races follow would have to be made to help, for without the elves no other race would join the quest, if the quest was lost so would the world be.......A druid travels....

[Lugana]

Good, now start the first two or three scenes. Almost start it like you would a book. Our characters will join when it best suits them.

[Green Child]

The timber wolf ran, the power of the Green God ran in it's veins.
He had many names the green God was the most well known, Hellos was one, Mython the Cureer, Tyarian another, but to this child he would always be known as Loyn, the master of wood and glen, though he had 1000 names among the initiated, this was always Ross's favourite.
He too had another name, in what seemed like an age ago, he was known as Prince Zanilo De Rymas prince of the wood elves, if he were not a druid he would be next in line to the throne, his father too old to take the postion, being over six hundred and eighty and close to the great passing. He would have been sad anyway, in comming home, for he loved in father and to know that over two hundred years had passed and they had not spoken (his father never understood his desire to be a druid rather than a king).
It was more than that though, he was sad for the news he had to bring, theend of days was possibly now and he was returning home to tell part of it, to tell part of how the end may happen, if not for the intervention of all the goodly races, except perhaps the halflings, though he would not be unsurprised if the power that ruled the cosmos and the Gods included one. He was running acros the high country now and was a day away, at most, hard running, from the Elven forest, a day and a half from the Elven capital. This was hard country though, Dragons were here both good and bad, as were the dwarves and there counterparts, the Trolls. Still he had no time to stop and he could not afford the extra days it would cost him in his more natural guise and there was no priest upo this earth powerful enough to teleport the distance, his council had teleported him some 300 hundred miles south, just at the edge of the high country on a clear bright day.
Suddenly he stopped, knowing something was wrong, at first he thought it was danger to him and his hackles rose, then when he realised what it was he howled his agony and dispair to the moon in unending agony.
The Maelor Mor had come to the druid's castle (it had been renovated into a temple but still was very defensable) they had come last night, just after he had been sent, with only the council awake(for they had not been attacked in centuries and foolishly thought that it would be some time before they themselves would be attacked) they had scaled the walls and killed most of the order in their sleep, the dark rush had not been hurt only annoyed by the few druids that were awake and had slaughtered all of the order. The keep was now rubble, not even the foundations standing.
Praying for the soul's of his brothers, the last Druid ran on, the mission consuming his grief, for he was the last, and he may soon die, but he would not before the mission was complete.
Once inside the elven woods, the Maelor Mor wqould not be able to enter, the spells there were much older and layered upon each other, mellenia old, not even the Maelor Mor were strong enough to break those spells yert. He was Elven though, they would not affect him. He ran hoping that he could deliver the warning, perhaps the elves already knew, it was said there Queen sometimes had preminitions, he hoped he could explain to her more fully wondering what the elders would do in his place......

[Green Child]

He got no more than half a mile before the thing attacked him.
It was a creature like the Maelor Mor, only less so. Once human, it had taken this form in it's bid to become one, in essence, it was there verson of young. All of them had been human once, but the darkside of magic had pervered there souls and changed them into something not quite human. This. Every deed of depravity done, every hateful act led them further into maturity until at last they became Maelor Mor.
It was young yet and dangerous, though he was also young and for but a brief instant doubt flowered in his mind. To be replaced by a wall of towering rage that would serve him even less than one of doubt. he transformed into himself and his druid power flowed easily into his staff lighting the area. The thing crouched away from it.
The power rocked through him, one born of compassion, of love and it was this blinding heat that the Maelor Mor could never understand. The Druid, instead of attacking, opened his arms, and the song of love, the source of every druids hope and dreams, flew from his lips.
For the druids did not, in the strictest sense kill, they would not, unless it was something completely out of the natural order, which this was not as it had yet to become Maelor Mor. The thing flinched away as if it had been struck, yet the druid moved forward, keeping love in his heart and he forced himself into that song, forced himself to see this enemy as something he would love.
layer by layer the shadow was stripped away, the dark power flowing from it, to be dissapated into the void, from whence it came. The thing began to take on a more human aspects, the shadow receding, leaving a very old bitter man with no power save that of all lost mortals, perhaps the greatest power, and choice, of all, to love or to hate.
"I love you" he whispered, and the man, acient anyway, finally lost all hateful illusion his existance laid bare. His bones began to crumble, his age catching up upon him, he seemed to resemble a man forced to live at least three hundred years over his time, untill he finally, with a curse, turned into a pile of dust. This was soon blown away on the morning wind.
The druid settled down to sleep, there would be other attacks he knew, but tonight he was exausted and settled down to sleep.
The elven city could wait half a day.

[aleana15]

Queen Nienna leaned on the stone railings and sighed out into the night. The elven capital was beautiful. The star-like haze of candles reflected lazily of the walls of the grey, stone buildings and there was very little sound - just the odd guard pacing on duty of the rustle of leaves.

Nienna shivered as the night breeze blew though her silk night-gown. Her husband was snoring slightly back in their room, unaware of his wife's absence. She couldn't sleep, couldn't get the feeling of worry to leave her mind.

She turned her head as her sensitive ears picked up the noise of an aproaching guard. The elf, dressed in the Moon house colours of silver and green, froze when he realised who she was. Quickly he bowed and begged forgiveness for his intrusion.

"You don't have to apolagise," Nienna insisted. She smiled and was about to ask for the guards name, but he had dissapeard back around the corner, out of sight.

"I guess I should try and get some sleep," she said to herself. "No, its no good. I just can't sleep!" Finally giving in to her worries, she put on a warm, cotton overgown and walked in the opposite direction to where the guard had appeared, down into the city.

[Lugana]

It was early spring. The snows of the winter had come and passed and only left its faint memory in the thawing ground. Warmed by the touch of the sun, damp fields lay open to the sky, covered only by a faint green blush as the first tender shoots emerged from their winter’s sleep. Early one fine morning, when the air was still cold, the man Valentine Charity Ericks approached another small village in the vast fields.

Valentine had a light build with long curly black hair and steely green eyes. He wore his usual green tunic, black combat pants with a red sash, and his decorative blue scabbard containing his rapier (The Rose Thorn). His Village Protector rose was pinned to the front of his tunic, as it usually was, as he approached the village gates.

“Who goes there?” A guard called down to him from an outpost on the wall. The man was in a full suit of plated armor with a shining long sword at his side.

“My name is Valentine Ericks from the village of Maran. Monsters attacked me just down the road here and my horse ran off with all my supplies during the battle. I am on my way to the elven capital on business on my own and I have come here to your fine village in high hopes to find a new horse and some supplies.”

The man stared at him for a moment as if trying to find flaws in his story. Then he smiled and said, “Then you have come to the right place. This village is famous for horses. If you go to John’s Stables on the west side of town, he should be able to set you up with everything you need on your trip to the capital.”

Valentine nodded. “Thank you kind sure. I hope you have a lovely morning.”

“And to you to. Open the gates!”

[Green Child]

OOC: I may be controlling some characters here, I may not, I am not sure, but this IS nessecary to my plot and to the course of the story so I will get it out of the way.

He dreamt of the man with a rose, then suddenly it shifted, and a dwarf with a thick beard and striking blue eyes appeared, then was gone, a woman on a horse, and again in a flash was gone.
Then he felt the calming presence of the elven Queen and tried, reaching with his magic, to tell her of what had happened to the order, and the Maelor Mor. He did not know how much he had got through, he was a asleep, but no druid truely slept, it was ainstead a form of mediation like sleep that allowed there magic to recooperate more quickly. She might have just felt yhis dispair or seen some or all the images he had sent to her. What he did know however, was that he got something through. Then he dreamed of his future.......

There stood his God, strong serene and proud stood Loyn, God of Wood and beast, staring at him with loving, knowing hazel eyes.
"You must reconstruct my seven" he said, Ross paused, in the oldest journals of the order there were passing mentions of something called the seven, but no one knew exactly what they were.
His God saw his look, and imparted to him the memories of the first head knight Styn'x woodchild and saw the seven fall into darkness, there magical armour gleaming sliver and there faith different from the druids. They were not passifists, they killed, but the killed in the name of love, with the Joy of the Wood in there hearts and he knew instinctively that the only seven that had been priests were the first, the rest had been called to nature in diferent ways. He also knew, that though the Elven queen would be important, she would not be among the seven, though he felt certain that the others, the Dwarf, the Man with the Rose and the woman with the sword strapped so easily on her back would be. Still there was an element of choice, he saw the candle flame of the seven and he knew that if even one rejected the gft of the magical armour and sword (though curiously one sword,on the armour for the male human, had shattered, leaving a place for a different blade) then the candle would fail and the encroaching darkness would kill everything.
He gasped at the weight of the task before him, he knew again instinctively, where the armour was to be found, he saw the amulets, shaped to each persons soul animal being used countless times to hide the magical armour, either by though or by touch and saw them instinctively come out again. His mind was bombared with the knowlege of a master swordsman, and he felt his mustlles change. He saw the council of seven, now in a disused place in the elven forest, in a cave call to him to retrive his armour, to take the others there to make his choice, He knew that when a wearer died there armule would instantly return to it's place in wait for the next to be called. He saw the seven law makers bring justice equality and balance to the world, he saw seven judges and then he learned and screamed.....

He learned the secret of the seven.......

He reached the elven borders the next day and demanded to be taken into the Queens prence, they did not argue, this was an elven prince, that one might have the imperance to question but not a Druid, they were the spiritual leaders of the Elves and appeared only on the wings of doom, they would never be questioned by an elf.

[Gemsykins]

Galiea woke, a cool breeze blowing through her open window. She got up and looked through it, the sun just beginning to rise. There was a creak behind her, and she spun round, warriors instinct kicking in, only to be dispelled when she saw that it was Aerthon, her surrogate father.
"I am glad to see you awake." She merely nodded, sensing that he had something else to tell her.
"I have something very special for you to do. I want you to ride to the Elven capital. You must pass on a message to the queen. Take this." He fished something out of the pocket of his grey wollen coat, and crossed the room, pressing it into her hands.
"Take this, and show it at the gate. They will know who it is from. When you get there, tell the queen that the time has come." He went to leave, pausing on the threshold.
"Only you can do this, my child. I wish you luck. Sensi will be ready for you." She nodded again, and he left, shutting the door gently behind him. She looked at the thing that had been enclosed in her fingers. It was a silver ring, a small emerald set either side of the larger, central onyx. She did know know what it signified, but she placed it on the chain round her neck, and dressed quickly. Packing a bag with a few supplies that she would need from her room, she left, walking downstairs quietly so she would not wake the others. Her sword hung easily by her side, and as she walked, she could tell that today would be a day like no other. Today was the start of an adventure, an quest into the unknown. She paused when she reached the stable yard, a familiar grey horse standing, waiting, watching. A low whistle, and the horse pricked it's ears, attentive, listening. Another low whistle, of a different tone, and the horse whinnied gentle, and walked over to where she stood.
"Are you ready my child?"
"Yes, Aerthon, I am ready."
"Then good luck, and God speed." He bent down and kissed the top of her head, holding her shoulders firmly as he did so. She wasn't sure, but it sounded like he whispered something, something that was unmistakeably "Be safe."

As she mounted Sensi, her reliable, noble, horse, she caught a glimpse of Aerthon's face. A single tear ran down his cheek, to be irritably brushed away. As she rode out of the yard, Galiea felt a strange urge to pause, to take a final glance at her home for the past ten years.
"Goodbye." Her words were hardly audible, and after a momentary sigh, she turned, spurring Sensi on, the wind in her hair, her soul alive as they galloped through the woods together, one entity, one soul.

One cause.

[Green Child]

He was led silently into the Queen's chambers, she was not there but they promised she would appear soon. His body ached, from the transformatio that his muscles had taken. He now had the strength, speed and dexterity of someone who had fought and trained with swords all his life. He did not want to kill though, he wanted to be a priest, he wanted to live in complete harmony with nature and he knew that as soon as his blade sank into someone elses throat he would loose something indefinable...
He communed then, as Priests will, with his God, and he formed a simple mental question Will I lead them? he knew that there was a lord Knight and he knew how that armour. Though it appeared the same as the others, ment that this person led the Knights, no more than that, this person was the heart of the Knights themselves, where he went, the others would foolow. The armour was more than armour you see, it changed the user, it made them stronger, faster and fitter than they ever were before. That was only part of it he knew. More profound were the mental changes, in willingly accepting the armour the users gained the ability to speak to each other without words, they gained priestly powers that to most, if not all, did not have before. No one would be able to tell how many abilities each new Knight got before they placed the armour on, it depended on each person. The other profound change, was that, if they did not belive in the Gods before they would after because, they were more than Knights, more than Judges, they were Loyn's Seven, Warrior Priests you could call them, fighting in love for the God they knew existed, because that was the last gift of the armour, it showed the truth of the Gods and there part in the world, it brought faith to the atheist and rightousness to the condemend. But was he to lead them, was he to be their Lord?
You shall lead them to the weapon said his God But then and only then, shall the Lord Knight become known to you all and he shall take the weapon and fight for the Goodly races as his Gods mind whispered away, he remembered the vision of the weapon that he had been given and he knew, deep down that the leader would not be an Elf.

[aleana15]

When dawn finally came, Nienna walked back up to her rooms. Purpously wanting to avoid too much company, she went quickly to her dressing room. She chose one of her favourite gowns, a simple one made of a sandy yellow material and had gold stars embroided down the back and sleeves, in an attempt to lift her mood.

Dressed, she sat down infront of her mirror - she could tell she hadn't slept well. Never mind, she had no official business planned for the day, so she didn't need to look her best. She fiddled absent-mindedly with her hair, untill she was disturbed by a knock on her door.

"Come in," she called as she turned to face the door. A young elfin maid called Deishda walked cautiously in and bowed respectively infront of the Queen. Nienna smiled politely and ventued "was there something you wanted me for, Deishda?"

The maid blushed as she heard the Queen use her name. "Your magesty, Ross of the House of Wood is waiting in your greeting chambers." Nienna nodded to show that she had head, and the maid quickly left the room.

For some reason, Nienna felt sure that a visit from the half elf was not a good thing. Why did he want to see her and not her husband? "Well I guess I won't find out untill I speak to him."

Placing her hairbrush on the stone table she walked quicky though to the room especially set aside for the queen to recieve guest. It was a reasonably sized room - big enough to hold a gatering but not unpersonal.

She entered the room unanounced and saw Ross sitting crossed-legged on the floor, deep in concentration. She wondered what was wrong with the chairs, before she remembered that the Half elf had trained as a priest.

When he finally opened his eyes she said formally, "Ross of the House of Wood, welcome to Yannanas. I hope you are well?"

[Green Child]

Her face was drawn, he could tell that she had not slept well, but he was much worse, he had spend almost two days in hard travel and his magic was almost exausted.
"I no longer carry that designation, my lady, I am a Druid of Tyian and of nothing else I am afraid" he smiled sadly even as his eyes turned serious,
"I come to you and not your husband because, you, as Queen, have less formal duties and my message cannot wait in a musty pile of scrolls somewhere" he sighed.
"My news is not good I am afraid, Just outside your borders lady I was attacked" he paused to let that news sink in" by the Maelor Mor, I am afraid the shadow Wizards have come again. More than this though, they attacked the Druid stronghold the night before last" the tears of grief long held, fell down his cheeks, " I am the last of my kind and I have been given a trust I must complete"
He told her somethings then, he told her that he had been sent after the weapon but more than this, he told her of his dreams and asked that when any of these people he arrived they must be sent to him. Finally he said
"the only other reason I come to you is because you are a moon elf, and...Do you remember, dear Queen, the stories of the haunted cave and the Ghostly warriors seen there? I know now, more about them than any Elf in mellenia and know that they are no evil spirits, they were called the seven, warrior priests of my God and bringers of justice. I will be in the cave of the seven ready to ask each of these people to take up the armour and leave their other lives behind"
"will you help me lady? Will you help the last of the Druids?"
He knew that he hadnt told her much, he hadn't told her what shape the weapon would take, nor contradict her natural assumtion that an Elf would take the weapon, nor did he tell her why he needed the seven beyond the fact that they could counter act the Maelor Mor. To tell her too much would have, in his mind, be more disasturious than telling her nothing at all...

[aleana15]

"They're dead? The druid councile is dead?" She turned from the man standing before her and stood to gaze out of the large oval windows that allowed light to flood the room. She remebered nearing her husband talk alot about the druids - men who gave up their lives in order to serve their god. To imagine that the dark-haired man in this room was the last one alive was almost beyond belief. Yet she believed it. This was the troubling event that had kept her awake.

She turned to face him once again. His eyes were red from tears and he looked troubled and weak. "Of course I will help you, in any way that I am able. But," she paused in thought, unaware that she was absentmindedly moving the rings on her fingers, "I am only vagualy aware of these stories being only a moon elf by marriage." She tried to smile reasuringly at her guest but he just stared blankly back.

"I know of the tale of the Seven, made of all races and of good men. I remember hearing about the weapon; how it can defeat the Maelor Mor forever. And that, can only be a good thing."

She bowed in respect of the man who had traveled far and in repect of the god he represented. "I promise that I and my people will aid you in your quest. If you have been sent to establish the seven, and thus find the Cave of Ghosts then you will."

The formalities over she walked up to the druid and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. "You are exhausted, Ross. I would not be completing my duty if I allowed you to collapse and die. When these people come I will bring them to you. You are safe here from the Maelor Mor and you must rest."

[Gemsykins]

They galloped for almost an entire day, stopping for neither food nor rest. Galiea had to get as close as she could to the elven capital before nightfall. There was a feeling in her bones. Not that she had an ounce of magic about her, but there was just a feeling, an intuition that she had to be as close as she could.

She remembered passing through the dark woods, feeling an eire shudder run down her spine, and without being urged, felt Sensi go just that little bit faster. They say horses have a sixth sense. They were cold, clammy, enveloping, and Galiea sincerly hoped that she would not have to rest in them that night.

Suddenly she had burst out of the other side, into warm air, freer than before. As they faced over the hillside, Sensi footsure and fleet, she had seen the walls of the city loom into view, saw the gate and raced evermore towards it. The sun had set by the time she reached the gate. Dismounting, she banged on side door with as much strength as she could muster.

"Let me in, please." A head appeared through a slit.
"What do you require. No-one may enter the city after dark without good cause." Fumbling around with the chain, she pulled it out of the front of her dress, showing the guard the ring.
"Please, let me in," she reiterated, "I have to see the queen." There was a scraping of bolts, and the guard opened the gate.
"Quickly, enter. You may rest here with us tonight, and see the queen tomorrow, once you are refreshed."
"Thank you." Leading Sensi through the gate, she was lead to an empty stable, where she made her horse comfortable. After, she was lead to a spare room in the guards quarters. All the while she was aware of the eyes of the guards on her, and she kept a hand locked around the ring on her neck. Maybe it was because they were strangers, or maybe it was because they were men, but she did not trust these elves at all. Strange, when she had been told that they were the most trustworthy of them all.

[Grogdon]

Dangreed sat up in bed sweating. He looked out the window of the smith to find it still dark outside. He estimated that it was still around midnight. He glanced over at another bed set against the wall and saw the steady rise and fall of Berks chest indicating that he was fast asleep.
Dangreed rose from his bed to get some water. He left the room stumbling a little as he entered the small kitchen where he found some water which he splashed onto his face. As Dangreed lent against a table still panting from the icy cold water he tried to remember his dream. He remembered a face. A face of a serious man, yet he wasn’t quite a human man. What was he, an elf, that’s right. His slightly pointed ears gave that away. But an elf. Dangreed had never seen an elf only heard of them in great stories. Who was this mysterious elf with dark hair and deep amber eyes? He had this strong feeling to meet this elf. Whoever he was

This wasn’t the first time he had had this dream. Almost every night he goes back to that face and every night he remembers something more. This time he remembered something else, another face. A female face narrow and like the last face also an elf. She looked important. She wore expensive clothes and her hair was neatly placed behind her head. Dangreed didn’t much take kindly for elves. He thought them stuck up, always thinking they were the best. Hah any Dwarf could outsmart an elf thought Dangreed. A dwarf like him.

He left the kitchen to return to bed leaving any thoughts of the dream behind. Yet that one nagging feeling would not about that deep amber eyed elf would not go. It seemed to be pulling at him by some unimaginable force.

[Green Child]

"Im afraid that I cannot lady, for I must move, the first charge arrives any moment. I do not need you help other than collecting all the charges meet me at the cave" the was a map on the wall and he pointed to a cave somewhat northwest "This is the cave of the seven, once there was a castle, but they retreated into the Elf lands as the ancient men began to find technology. His mind travelled back to the Druid cronicles, to things that no even the elves remembered. The Elves and the dwarves saw the folly of mans machines, the dwarves deelved deep and far and rested in the womb of mother earth for an age, the Elves sailed, to their enchanted island that saved them from the holocost, for with weapons of mass distruction did almost all of humanity die..." Forgive me lady I digress, I needed your permission to go to the cave as you are of the royal line and the ancient wards would only allow one of the seven, who are all dead, or the Queen of the elves to enter and take people with them without being frozen untill they died of thirst or were released." He paused, his dark eyes, hooded and intense "I go to prepare the cave."