Chapter 2: Discovery

[SeverineHalo]

Severine glanced at Phiona for a moment and thought about his opinion. The woman certainly has been in deep thought as of lately. It was good to have that kind of person with him on his travels.

"Voltaire did say that he was dropping off these items in sheren village...but he also mentioned he had a trade route to Klinsor...or was it all the way to Marcogg? I forget..." Severine rubbed his chin a bit, slowly feeling the same way Phiona was. "He's probably picking up cargo here...but for what reason? Maybe there's more mercenaries in those places...but I suspect something deeper...something we're not seeing..."

When he spotted a soldier watching him, Severine became silent, and took a sip from his cup. Another soldier walked by his comarde, and something was said to him. The one standing looked back at Severine's group for a moment, and then walked away. Severine knew he wasn't talking loud enough for him to hear...but suspiscion was rising on the so-called 'mercenary' camp's end none the less. Severine could see it the moment they first entered the militant village.

"We're being watched..." said Severine in a low voice, inbetween sips. "This is what we do...whoever wants to help investigate...meet me in my room tomorrow morning before collecting pay from Voltaire. Eryk, you're welcome to come along as well. Phiona, I want you to tell him what's up. I'm going to get some rest..." Severine stood up slowly, and shook hands with Eryk. "Nice meeting you. I'm sure we'll get to know each other in the morning. Ripp and Elralaria, thanks again for helping us. And Phiona..." The handsome Shendar male gently kissed the woman's hand, locking his eyes with hers. "You're welcome."

Taking one last casual look at the soldier whow as still watching him, Severine headed towards the steps, telling the innkeeper to deliver his food to his room.

"Once again, the lone soldier walks off into the sunset..." -Anonymous

[SeverineHalo]

(OOC: This is the part where the young boy goes back to the 'bandit' headquarters)

William never expected for this to happen. By the way Jaru said it, things were going to run smoothly. The archers were going to take out most of the guards, and the front runners finish the rest. They even out numbered the caravan. But still they lost to a bunch of no good mercenaries. Mercenaries who killed nearly all the people William grew up around. One of those were Jaru, one of the leaders of the 'Freedom Hawks'. Thirty-five accepted the mission. Only six came back alive.

Who were those bastards!? thought William angrily, while waiting for a response after telling his story. And that dark skinned fighter...the one with the well-made blade...looking into his eyes were looking into the eyes of Coor himself...

"William."

The brown haired young man looked up at the five leaders that were left in the rebel group against the evil mercenary group  known to some as 'The Legion Of Rage'.

"Are you certain that they were mercenaries for The Legion?" asked Karla, a tall brunette with pale skin, and light blue eyes.

"Yes Commander Karla. We surveyed the caravan for awhile before attacking it. Ever since they stopped to camp outside of the village. Our spies indicated that they were taking weapons and supplies to Sheren village. And possibly Klinsor."

"Klinsor..." Darman, the oldest of the leaders, rubbed his great beard slowly. "They have yet been fully affected like our village has...only minor activity runs there..."

"As well as in Marcogg. And if we try to warn any other twons, we'll be in trouble for sure...The Legion's amount of traiotrs to Sarvonia are endless..." The red head Carak sighed, and stared at the wooden floor of the small shack they were in. This was one of many little 'meeting spots' through out the forest.

"We should send in a few spies to Sheren Village" suggested Karla. "And see what is exactly is going on at this point. William, go with them and point out the newest mercenaries. As of lately, they seem to be coming out of nowhere. Crestus Volatire must be very active as of late."

William nodded. "Yes ma'am." He then turned away, and left the shack.

Richart, who was dressed in a claok with a hood was standing in the corner. "Whoever have taken out our troops must be very skilled warriors. We may not be experts, but with only two deaths? I want to know who these people are...and what they're weaknesses are. And fast. We lost one too many of our own. It's about time we take back what is ours!"

((OOC: they thought they killed Ren))

Yullius, who had been quiet the whole time, finally spoke. "I agree with Richart. We must develop a plan."

"Once again, the lone soldier walks off into the sunset..." -Anonymous

[Eryk Aisean]

Eryk nodded.  It had been awhile since he had been part of the group.  He assumed that he was to stay with the woman Phiona, so he stayed put as he watched Severine kiss Phiona's hand and walk upstairs.

He glanced at Phiona.  He couldn't read her reactions enough to assume anything.  He assunmed they were friends, good ones probably, but wasn't sure enough of anything to make conversation about it.

He took another sip of his drink, contemplating where he would sleep tonight...

Mind, heart and body cannot be conquered.

[Tierria Selig]

Tierria sat upright in her bed, unable to sleep. Whenever she would awake from some kind of dream, she would not sleep for hours on end.  Her hair was staright as an arrow from being brushed constantly for the last half hour. She decided to occupy her mind until she started to feel tired again...but that didn't work.

When is Sevy coming back? she wondered to herself.

Just then, Tierria heard the door opening slowly. Quickly blowing out the candle she had on the table near the bed, Tierria carefully took The Sword of Halo out of its sheath as darkness once again surrounded the girl.

"Who goes there!?" she demanded with as much authority as she could muster.

After a brief moment of silence, a voice answered her back. "Tierria, it's me."

The brown skinned girl sighed to herself, and sat down. "Thank Seyella, it's you Severine."

[Elraralia Horfiwiel]

Mumbling a thanks as her food came, Elraralia pushed it around a bit before trying some.  Just as she thought, it was delicious.  Sitting back she looked around the tavern a bit, noticing what everyone else had probably noticed: that their group stuck out like a sore thumb.  It was a no wonder that Severine thought they were being watched, the entire tavern was staring at them.  Beginning to feel uncomfortable, she turned to Phiona, as she tried to ignore the feeling of being watched.

"So, how did you come to be with this group?" she asked casually, in an attempt of making conversation to cover up the awkwardness.

[Penrith the Crazed]

Penriths highly trained ears listened to the people speaking.
"So this is Sheren village?" He thought to himself. "And they're going to Klinsor?" His brain started to fire on all cylinders, and he came up with a plan. But, by the time he came up with it, he relized that the man that seemed to be the leader had gone.

"Hmm, wonder if I can pull this off with one of them?" He thought, standing up slowly. He walked over to the table and leaned in a little towards the woman that the other man hand kissed on the hand. "Sorry to interupt, but, did I hear someone mention Klinsor?" He said, quietly. "I was headed that way myself, but I've lost all of my traveling companions..." He trailed off, leaving the sentence to be finished by one of the party members. Penrith figured that he had come up with a pretty nice plan. His only problem was, he had no idea where Klinsor was or what business he had going there.

[Phiona Whitefire]

Phiona was just wondering where to start when the red-haired elf maid, Elraralia, asked her,  "So, how did you come to be with this group?"

That's as good a place to start as any... Thought Phiona, however before she could speak, another man approached the table.

"Sorry to interupt, but, did I hear someone mention Klinsor?" He said, quietly. "I was headed that way myself, but I've lost all of my traveling companions..."

Phiona said tersely, "Sure, sure.  Just sit down, why don't you!  You're attraction unwanted attention..."  Phiona noticed the looks the small group was getting from the several off-duty guards that were in the common room and wondered how long it would be before one of them came over to pester the group for information.  

"Look- I was hired by Voltaire at the same time Severine was.  To guard the caravan to it's destination... Sheren village.  It wasn't until we got here that Voltaire mentioned continuing onward to Klinsor."  She took a drink of her ale and lowered her voice a pinch, "That caravan, almost all of the seven wagons were loaded with weapons.  Along the way, we were ambushed by a group of bandits.  They fought to the last man, well nearly so, to get those weapons from us and they failed.  We left their dead by the side of the road, buried our only casualty in the forest."  Phiona paused to let the idea of the massacre sink in.  "Now the weapons are here.  I thought the cargo was just passing through.."

"Judging from the looks of this place, I can see who the weapons are for."  She glared around at the guards, clearly despising them.  "I wonder what the good people of Sheren think of this bunch?  Somehow, I doubt this forest is so dangerous that Sheren needs such guarding!"


 

"Fear not that thy life shall come to an end, but rather fear that it shall never have a beginning."    -John Henry Cardinal Newman (1801 - 1890)

[Penrith the Crazed]

"Sorry, didn't realize they where watching you..." Penrith said, almost silently. He sat down as nonchalantly as possible, doing his best not to attract any more undue attention to the little group. He listened intently when the woman started to talk.

"Ah, so that's their story..." Penrith thought to himself. He figured Severine must've been the man that left just a short while earlier.

"The forests around here are pretty empty. And this place is way to heavily guarded... I've seen cities much bigger than this,  with less than half of the guards this place has swarming around..." Penrith said, agreeing with what the woman had to say.

"I'm Penrith, by the way." He said nodding to the party. His mind was still somewhat on the bounty hounter that was on his trail. "He'd never think to look in here... would he?" He thought, his pulse quickening. He gulped, but he hoped it wasn't to noticable. He was getting edgy, but doing his best to hide it. Penrith was twitching and figdeting every few seconds, however, he just couldn't help it.

[SeverineHalo]

Following Tierria's voice, Severine slowly walked through the darkness and sat next to his long time friend on the bed. He reached to touch her tender face, and took the Sword of Halo from her.

"Careful 'Ria" said Severine. "You might poke somebody's eye out."

"Sorry..." Tierria looked down.

Laughing to himself, Severine started to lie on the bed. "Worried that somebody might sneak in, huh?"

"Yes..."

"Heh. With you on alert like that, I doubt nayone will succeed coming in without being noticed." Severine took off his shirt, and stood up with his sword. "Mine if I train while you rest?"

"Go ahead."

Even in the dark Severine could see that Tierria had a sad look that plagued her attractive features. He went back over to her, and kissed her forehead gently, holding her to his strong chest. "Worried about that something might happen right?"            

"Yes. Something just doesn't feel right Severine! Ever since we started on this trip...I've had this uneasy feeling. And now a companion of ours is dead...Ren is fighting for his life...and you...well I feel a little strange being around you Severine...ever since the fight in the forest...you just don't seem the same..."

Severine sighed to himself as he felt tears upon his chest. Severine began to rock her gently as he closed his eyes. "Everything's alright Tierria...I'm sure of it. Everything is fine..."

"Once again, the lone soldier walks off into the sunset..." -Anonymous

[Phiona Whitefire]

She mumbled, "Phiona." for her introduction, then fell silent, her eyes still on the many guards in the room.  Some of the guards were starting to leave now.  Before long the common room was almost empty except for the caravan drivers who were readying their bedrolls in the far shadows.  One guard was at the bar, pretending to ignore the group at the table and doing a lousy job of it.

Phiona stood.  "Remember Severine's words."  She nodded a brief goodnight to everyone at the table and then went up to her own room.

"Fear not that thy life shall come to an end, but rather fear that it shall never have a beginning."    -John Henry Cardinal Newman (1801 - 1890)

[Elraralia Horfiwiel]

Seeing the other man join them, Elraralia had to shake her head.  At the rate that this group was growing, they would have the entire town on board by morning.  Not that it would be bad for them to leave this place, what with the prison atmosphere and all.

"Remember Severine's words." she heard the Phiona murmer as she headed to where Elraralia assumed was bed, and about to turn to the boy, had to stifle a yawn that threatened to tear her face in two.

Nodding a goodnight to the man, she made her way through the gaurds, ignoring the whispers that  followed.  Making her was to the room, she cleared the things off the bed, and lying down, was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

[Eryk Aisean]

Strange...

As Eryk thought about what Phiona had just told him, the others from the table got up and left.

My turn...

Nodding to the other man, he stood up, leaving a few coins on the table, and strode outside, into the stables.  A whinny from Willy told him that the horse had been waiting, and Eryk chuckled.  He walked into the stall where his horse was, and, after stroking the beautiful steed, made a bed for himself in the thick hay.  He'd itch tommorow, but tonight, it was heaven on earth...

Mind, heart and body cannot be conquered.

[Tema el Corrido]

It was getting late, she thought as everyone started to file out.  She had been eves dropping a little catching bits of their words here and there.  Not much to really put anything together.  Sounded as if they we having some troubles, but they weren't hers to worry over.  

        She hardly noticed that she had eaten what she had ordered.  She was drowsy and she tried her best to stay awake, but she couldn't will herself any farther.  She lay her head on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Your suppose to be dead!
Im not?
Life is an Adventure!

[SeverineHalo]

(( OOC: Introduction of Blackwine))


Few candles were lit in the room of the Commander of Sheren village's mercenaries. One of those candles gave light to the tall, blode figure writing in a book. The man's blue eyes were focused upon the page when he was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in" said The man, and stood up from the table.

A "mercenary" of Sheren Village opened the door, and walked inside.

"Commander Blackwine" he said, and gave a salute. "I would like to give you a report on the arrival of Voltaire's caravan arrival."

"He's already here?" Marlus Blackwine rubbed his chin. "The chubby fool actually had the courage to come here during midnight...heh..."

The mercenary nodded. "I was surprised too. But when I saw the people he was with...then I could see why."

"Oh really?" from the look in Marlus' eyes, he was starting to become interested.

"Yes commander. They all seem like experienced fighters...and they was actually attacked by bandits in the forest. They were out numbered greatly, but defeated them with only one casulty.From what I hear one mercenary...a dark skinned man with black braids has taken out most of them with incredible rage..."

"Incredible rage? A beserker's rage?"

"Maybe. But I'm not too sure though..."

"Ahh..." Marlus stared past the mercenary for a moment, at the wall behind him. Slowly gripping the black handle of the his sword...the man closed his eyes. Soon, the whole room started to feel chilly. The mercenary backed away from high ranking officer of The Legion of Rage, holding himself.

"It's getting cold..."

"Iniquitus...it senses a strong power nearby...actually two...one similar to myself, Lord Kalyn and the others...and one that is different...hmm..." Marlus opened his eyes to look at the soldier. "Paxton...send spies immediately. Make sure you don't keep your eyes off these 'arrivals'. And report back to me regulary!"

The mercenary known as Paxton gave a salute. "Yes sir!" he said, and left.

Once the soldier left, Commander Blackwine stared at the journal he was writing in. "This could either be a good sign...or one that will trouble me so..."

"Once again, the lone soldier walks off into the sunset..." -Anonymous

[SeverineHalo]

Severine held a sleeping Tierria in his arms. The poor girl had cried herself to sleep. Severine had felt bad about Tierria feeling strange around him...and somewhat hurt. He never wanted the girl to fear him...not after all the years of protecting her. He cared for her greatly...and if something was to happen...especially by his hands...he could never forgive himself.

Gripping the sword tightly with one hand, and holding Tierria with the other...the young man soon fell asleep.

Severine...

Severine's eyes snapped opened as he caught a glimpse of his father standing in front of the bed on the other side of the room. Once Severine blinked, the tall and well-built dark skinned beared man disappeared. Taking a look at Halo, Severine saw that the sword was glowing brightly. For a moment...he though he felt his father's prescence go through him.

"Father..."

Sighing to himself, Severine feel asleep a half hour later, wondering what more mysteries was about to occur soon.  

"Once again, the lone soldier walks off into the sunset..." -Anonymous

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