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Post by Moonlight on Jul 7, 2010 19:38:31 GMT -5
Selena's deep cobalt gaze was soon fixated with Zathrien's vivid forest green one, though the young woman did not step back as she quelled the memory-induced emotions. Well aware of the apprehension in everyone's essences, and of the mercenary's almost commanding tone. "... Is magic rare, in this country?" she inquired after a moment, causing Bo to quirk a brow at the seeming randomness of her question. She shook her head, before returning to Zathrien's intended answer. "... It was mentioned that someone by the name and title of Lord Ghavriaxz had an assignment, naught more."
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Post by Kaine on Jul 7, 2010 20:07:44 GMT -5
Zathrien felt a chill run down his spine when the girl mentioned Ghavriaxz’s name. His assignment must have something to do with Ordon. “This is an ill omen,” Zathrien said softly as he stood to his full height. “This Lord Ghavriaxz is the same Ghavriaxz who has essentially laid siege to Ordon. I met him not an hour ago.”
He watched as Bo’s face paled and Ilia began to tremble. Zathrien joined his hands in a circle and closed his eyes. He muttered a short incantation and the sounds of a babbling brook filled the house. Everyone noticeably relaxed with the soothing sound permeating their bodies. Even the pale girl seemed to calm slightly.
“In response to your question, no, magic is not rare. As you witnessed, I am becoming quite proficient in water magic. Why do you ask? I surmise this assignment of our dear friend Ghavriaxz was not the only goings-on in this remembrance of yours?”
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Post by Moonlight on Jul 7, 2010 20:32:40 GMT -5
Her brow arched in turn as the mercenary's magic produced a semblance to a trickling stream, though still pondering on his words. He had met the person that had apparently ordered her presence ... And at the same time, ordered her assassination. While Zathrien's magical affects did prove calming, the sounds of water seeming to particularly placate her mind, it was an odd coincidence. Had she actually escaped?
The young woman nodded as he added to his words, though having to glance up to meet his eyes. "More or less ... It was ordered that ... my magic be forcibly removed, or I be put to death," Selena stated quietly, watching him. Hoping to learn anything she could of her situation.
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Post by Kaine on Jul 7, 2010 20:44:35 GMT -5
The news shocked Zathrien when he heard it. This girl was to be forcibly stripped of her magic powers or be killed? Something far bigger than Ordon was happening, especially if the girl thought herself alone in having magical powers. “I know nothing of your magical powers, as I have yet to see them in action. But if Ghavriaxz has someone looking for you, then you are in grave danger here.” Zathrien looked to Ilia. “Ilia, how long will it take her to recover from her wounds?”
Ilia looked Selena over. “If she gets the proper rest and there are no interruptions, she can be fit for travel by this time tomorrow.”
Zathrien nodded. “Then that is what must happen. You must rest today. When Ilia thinks you have recovered substantially enough, I will escort you out of Ordon.”
“But what of the Stalfos terrorizing the village?” stammered Bo. “What if they strike hardest just after you leave?”
Zathrien smiled. “Do not worry, Bo. We still have at least a day left before she is ready for traveling. I can end many, many Stalfos in that time.”
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Post by Diamond on Jul 7, 2010 23:22:08 GMT -5
Dark Link made his way through the forest, having gotten little sleep. The forest was very still at this tween time. Those that were awake at night just now going to bed and those that ruled the day not yet awake.
It gave everything a gray and melancholy feeling. He wasn't sure if he liked it.
Alot of questions ran through he head. How long before Ordon surrendered or fell? Who was the mage he had found in the forest? And what exactly did his Master want with this little town, anyhow?
So many questions, very few answers.
Dark Link stopped in a clearing some distance away from the village. He would like a report on some skirmishes he had heard the Stalfos having, even if he didn't get them. But he did also want to see if he could weasel why they were after the village out of him.
"Ghavriaxz! Come speak with me! I know you know I'm here!" he shouted, not caring that he scared a few birds from their nests.
He knew the Stalfos commander had scouts all over, he just didn't particularly care.
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Post by Kaine on Jul 8, 2010 2:25:49 GMT -5
Lieutenant-General Ghavriaxz was growing tired of this interloper. The Master told him he was integral to his plans, but Ghavriaxz wondered at letting him wander throughout the forest on his own. Even the best pets, without a leash, will sometimes go astray. He closed his eyes and disappeared in a misty cloud.
Ghavriaxz reappeared behind Dark Link and spoke quietly. “What is it, shapeshifter? Why do you wish to speak with me?"
Dark Link barely turned to acknowledge Ghavriaxz and responded, “Why are we attacking Ordon? Why is it needed? There are many more stratigic locations that don't have the resorces to hire mencenaries.”
Ghavriaxz kept a cool head and replied, “That knowledge is not something you need to know. If it was something vital to you, you would already know. The answer will make itself known in time.”
Dark Link chuckled. “Awfully secretive of you, Ghavriaxz. How bad are your casualties? Running out of men? Or are you well enforced?”
Ghavriaxz chuckled darkly. “Skeletons are not a commodity our Master runs short on. No matter how many this swordsman slays, there will always be more. I have three legions at my disposal in this forest, and that is after our casualties were counted. I am not worried.”
Dark Link turned more to fully face Ghavriaxz and blinked. “Only one? You're sure he is alone? Do you have reports on his appearance?” I wonder, though Dark Link, Could he be my other…
“Yes, it is only one swordsman,” Ghavriaxz replied matter-of-factly. “He is tall and muscular, with jet black hair and emerald eyes. While he may have help from Ordon, I doubt he would need it. I have watched him fight. I have never seen a Hylian wield blades with such skill. He reminds me of a soldier I once fought against in the Lost Woods, nigh on ten years ago. He might be the same man. Regardless of his skills, however, if he is overwhelmed, he will fall. Not even this vigilante can stand against an army.”
Dark Link chuckled and shook his head. “Get this through your skull, Ghavriaxz: One man once slaughtered enough troops for three armies. One man single-handedly cut down our master years ago. One man can unravel everything. I suggest you do something about this before the entire operation falls apart. Unless you'd rather I handle it...”
Ghavriaxz let his anger flare and he narrowed his eyes at his shadowy cohort. “If you think you can handle this man, interloper, then be my guest. Do not forget: you were also defeated by one man. And this swordsman I've seen could best the one who defeated you. My new breed of Stalfos can handle him. You are welcome to try in the meantime.” Ghavriaxz did not wait for a response.
He teleported away, back to his base of operations. Once there, he rubbed his forehead and cursed his luck. This interloper was asking too many questions. He would have to speak to the Master about this.
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Post by Diamond on Jul 8, 2010 2:34:21 GMT -5
Dark Link pursed his lips. Too many questions, not good enough answers. He looked around, the sky was lightening.
He nodded once, facing Ordon's general direction. "...I am not the man I was before." Pale green light swirled around the shadow before he vanished.
He re appeared not far from the village edge. Though this was probably a bad spot to remain, he sat down to rest a bit, as teleportation for any living thing could be tiring.
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Post by Moonlight on Jul 8, 2010 12:48:59 GMT -5
The young woman's facade was all but expressionless, though natural curiosity reached her eyes upon hearing his words. It was painfully obvious she was only worsening the ill tidings of Ordon, but why was he offering such assistance? However, it would be best for her to leave as soon as possible. The sooner she left, the more likely it was that the village's situation would at least simmer down, even if it it did not entirely vanish.
Ilia's assessment was likely correct, as well. While the wound would not heal within the fortnight, it would at least grow to the point where consistent movement did not cause it to bleed badly. Perhaps she'd be able to afford a Red Potion at some point at whatever town they arrived at, to accelerate the healing. "... You do have a fair point. My apologies for bringing more strife to your village, sir," Selena finally returned, offering a slight bow to the mayor before turning to Zathrien. A slight nod of her head said more than words would.
She clearly did not wish to delay the mercenary any more than she had to, but would find some way to assist him whatever way she could. Being a dead weight was no better than being the enemy. It served the same purpose.
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Post by Kaine on Jul 8, 2010 14:42:32 GMT -5
Zathrien nodded back to the girl and Bo spoke to her softly. “Selena, you don’t need to feel bad. These troubles were upon us several days before you came to us. It’s not your fault. And Zathrien here will help out as much as he can, both with our issue and yours. We’ll be all right.”
Zathrien nodded more and turned to face Bo. “Bo,” he spoke softly, “I am heading back out into the forest now. I do not know how the Stalfos act in the daylight, but I plan to find out.” Bo nodded and Zathrien exited the house.
He stopped in the small river running through Ordon and crouched down with his hands separated. He muttered an incantation and began drawing power from the river. He continued drawing power until he had recovered from the previous night’s fighting. He opened his eyes and stood to his full height. He felt completely rejuvenated and thanked the river for its strength. He glanced around his surroundings and walked towards the forest once more.
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Post by Moonlight on Jul 8, 2010 15:14:36 GMT -5
The young woman nodded after a moment, though not quite sure about his change in attitude. Bo had every right to be on edge or upset with her, or so it seemed. It was a wonder he was not. "... Again, my thanks. Take care, Zathrien ..." the mage murmured, voice almost lost in the near silence of the room. It was not long before Ilia ushered her upstairs once more, inspecting the wound and providing a meal for the amnesiac wanderer. It was re-bandaged with fresh cloth without much commentary, except that it would not be wise to strain herself on the morrow. Nature only healed injuries so quickly, after all.
However, when the young woman had finally given in to her suppressed weariness, it was almost noonhigh. Drifting into a fleeting dream plagued slumber, though her unrest was caused by more than just the glimpse of a memory.
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