The War of Silent Wings (Closed IC)

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The fall of Medicio was felt around the world. As Lady Hannah gazed down at the clear waters flowing through her city, she decided to take action. She did not wish for war, but merely to end the conquest of a woman who knew only greed. Her chief adviser had proposed a method to end the war without unnecessary bloodshed. After considering her options, she allowed him to enact his plan.

As Thoreau’s wizards, armies and navy prepared for a potential invasion in the near future, a few of the queen's personal agents scattered to many of the other kingdoms. They kept themselves hidden, unrecognized as they worked. Throughout the lands of Vencento, Darwano, Naposera, Filentio and even a few still independent sections of Medicio, a simple message on cheap parchment was scattered:

Tyrants need not be left to their own devices. If you value your freedom, then take arms alongside your fellow man and fight for it. Blood shed for your country and your loved ones will not fall in vain. Soldiers who die fighting for the safety of those around them will be honored on Earth and find solace in the bosom of God. If you wish to live as men, and not cattle, then journey to the kingdom of Naposera on Ejima. In a settlement know as Ghangdan, locate an inn by the name of Kurt’s Cup. On any fragment of material that you can find, bear the symbol presented on this letter to the innkeeper and he will direct you accordingly.

Be warned, if you come with ill intent, you will only find death here.

The letter was placed strategically, to avoid the attention of Lady Agatha and her agents. The symbol was reminiscent of a star overlaid with a swastika. Now, all that was left to do was wait and prepare for the worst.

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Kat ran down an alley and turned a corner, stopping and then slowly looking around the corner. She didn't see any of her pursuers and she breathed a sigh of relief and then stared down at the metal gauntlet on her right arm. She could scarcely believe what had just happened. She just took on four men and won, forming blades and shooting fire from her gauntlet. What WAS this thing?! Kat grabs the Starblade with her left hand and tries her best to take the thing off! But to no avail, the thing is held fast.

In utter frustration, Kat leans her back against the brick wall of the building she was leaning against and slid down. That's when her eye catches a glimpse of something in the corner of her eye. Some kind of letter with some kind of symbol on it. Curious, and forgetting her troubles, Kat took the letter and opened it, then read it. She read the letter again before she let's the implications of it sink into her mind. She did not want to lose her freedom, she rather liked it. So, Kat stares down at the gauntlet attached to her arm. Such a powerful weapon could aid in this war, but there better be some gold at the end of it all!

Kat folds the letter into her belt and follows the directions. Since she was already in Naposera, she wasn't far from the Ghangdan settlement. When she finally arrived, she looked around for the Kurt's Cup Inn. Ah, there it is. She thinks as she spots it.

Kat took some spare material she had on her and placed the symbol on it before she walked inside the Kurt's Cup. She smiles, loving the fights and smells of these kinds of places. She locates the innkeeper and approaches him, or her, before showing them the symbol. Kat is here to help fight a war and her intentions are noble, even if she did want a reward on the side.

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We are each granted the ability to shape our own destiny. It is how we use that ability that defines us and others around us - The Professor.

Sitting. Sitting alone. Sitting alone and watching that is and will ever be. That was all the great Professor was doing on top of his TARDIS, a red phone booth. He sat there meditating. It was so peaceful, and he sat their like he was in a perfect trance. He stood at the very edge of space-time for this universe, watching as life went on for the people of Earth through his closed eyes. Celebrations, conquest, friendships, betrayals, heroes, and villains were all happening before his very eyes if they were open, but he just sat there, contemplating as to what to do next. The energies of the universe flowed into and around him pulling him into a deeper trance. The Professor had fought threats so big and grave, all with a smile and his wits about him. He was the bringer of darkness and hope. He had traveled farther than anyone else had, and he had seen the beginning of creation, and understood its meaning. All such were the achievements of the man without a name, the traveler of the stars, the man who stood the test of time.

Everything was still. Oh, so still and yet it flowed with power and beauty like none other.

Then, he was called forth once more into the fray.

His watch that was connected to the TARDIS’s main computer, the computer that analysed all of time, space, and other dimensions. It warned him of catastrophes that were yet to happen. The Professor was the preventer of catastrophe.

The watch beeped.

And The Professor then opened his eyes.

Looks like my vacation is over.

He stood, placing his hands into his pockets and gave the flowing stream of time and space one last look, and jumped down the outer force field of the TARDIS protecting him from falling into space, and at last he stepped into the TARDIS. It was in all of its wondrous glory. The control panel was a bit of a flimsy mess of levers, buttons, wires, nodes, and a retro computer, but he loved it like a creator loving his first invention.

And he flipped those levers, pushed those buttons, and turn the nodes. He then typed the coordinates of his destination, and off he went. His destination unknown even to him, he liked to be surprised.

VWORP! VWORRP! VVOOORRRRRPPP!

Those were the noises emanating from the red phone booth as it suddenly materialized into thin air. The Professor stepped out, bringing his overcoat with him, and stood outside examining his surroundings. He was in the medieval times of Earth, judging by the dirt paths, and wood and stone homes that dominated where he was. He also saw a huge river cutting around the kingdom, a natural border of the kingdom. He then looked at his watch, being careful not show holograms to the commoners, and realized he was in Thoreau, one of the medieval kingdoms of this dimension's timeline. But why was he brought here? He decided to look into his watch one more time, and saw that he was brought here to….help fight a war? He decided to look into all of the information his watch had to offer. If he was going to fight, he better fight for a good reason.

He saw that seven kingdoms were built from seven queens who gave birth to dragons, and one of the queens had attacked another kingdom out of greed for power. That queen was Agatha, and she ruled Quatar. The Professor then understood why he might have to fight as the watch pointed out. Her kingdom was trying to conquer the others. He was in Thoreau, because its queen, Hannah, seems to be at the center of the conflict in some way. This information was retrieved from document that recorded the war, although the documents were in flux because time was in flux now, but they had the same theme. War between kingdoms.

So, basically, I might have to fight in a war between kingdoms with dragon. since one of them got greedy and attacked another. Over my dead body will there be a war. And I hate having to deal with dragons, tough bunch. Ugh. So, how do I help?

Looking about he was trying to see how he could help. He stood looking about when he found a castle that must have obviously belonged to the queen. He patted his TARDIS, locked it with his keys, and off he went. He ran forth through the crowds, and had finally reached the great, majestic castle that dominated the kingdom. At the front gate were several guards, he could pass them easily.

Swaggering over as he usually did, he had confidence in his plan. He pulled out his psychic paper, which would show the guards what The Professor wanted them to see. His watch functioned as a translator, so his words would be heard in the dialect they all spoke in, and, in turn, the words they spoke would be translated into the languages The Professor knew.

“The Professor, on official business with her majesty, Hannah, queen of Thoreau. I have urgent matters to discuss with her.”

The Professor resisted the urge to smile. The guards would see that he had the documentation to enter on the psychic paper, and should let them through. The only problem might be that they might not know what the word ‘Professor’ means and might get confused and suspicious of him. Other than that, he should be easily escorted to Queen Hannah.

(Ooc: Mainly as an idea of what is going on in Quitar.)

Agatha looked over the actually fairly small area in which her main castle resided. She had taken out Queen of Medicio already, that was a good start. But hardly enough. Her plans were vast and complicated. She intended on uniting all of the kingdoms under her rule turning them into a massive machine of perfection. Each gear with its own specific splendor but working together like knights on a battlefield. To her it was not merely pride that made her want this actions to be taken. She wished she could be behind the scenes advising someone on what to do. She had seen the world, she had judged it, and she had found it to be an inefficient one. She gained her power easily the first time, bearing a dragon for a child. But she forcefully took her second goal by killing its queen. The others would not go down so easily. Because of the Senji of Quitar and her own power taking one kingdom was an easy feat, however once she passed into the other lands her forces would be spread more thin. Quitar people were tough and hardy, and incredible archers and hunters. But they were not as numerous as the other kingdoms military. However with Medicio under her command things would come easier. She sent out messengers for allies those she had met before and any who might fight for pay or favor. (Ooc: that can explain some of my allies) And as she did she had the military of Medicio set strategically for maximum preparedness of an invasion as well as internal conflicts.

The mythical Senji patrolled her lands and those of Medicio unnoticed. The true masters of stealth and the kill, with no need for the latter. They watched and reported. They memorized maps of all the kingdoms and terrain inbetween to be ready at a moments notice to move positions.

At the same time walls of stone with iron bars were placed anywhere a large force could even hope to get through into Quatar. Watches were set in the hidden tunnels reporting any and all activity by way of low pitched calls that caused vibrations by long cords through the secret tunnels to a messenger to report. It took effort but it could be done, and they always had a fleet backup to run the intricate tunnels with the report. If this war was going to be won Quitar had to be an untouchable civilization not just a hardy mountain people.

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Specks of light filtered through the black sack wrapped tightly around Edwin's head. He could hear but his footsteps upon the ground before him, and when the noise changed from gravel to stone, he knew he was close. Suddenly, he halted. The two senji escorting the green-haired man held him back by the rope which had been tightly bound his hands. The cloth concealing his vision was abruptly removed, and as the eyes of the young devil adjusted, the two men faded into the cold fog, which was ever so present in this country. The warriors were elites, and their tricks might have been impressive, had anyone but our protagonist been there. A massive oak door lay open in front of him, and Blake walked through undaunted.

The fog dissipated, and Edwin saw the awe-inspiring figure before him. The slender young woman, eyes like the depths of Cocytus, stared at him coldly from her throne. The wanderer broadly smiled.

"Lady Agatha. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Edwin paused, as both the queen and himself studied each other quietly. Gazing at Agatha, Edwin might have even thought he found someone colder than himself, had he not known his own nature so well.

"I appreciate the loving treatment provided to me, but binding my hands was a tad unnecessary. Your Majesty, trusting me is a favor I'd ask no one in this world, but we are both reasonable people, are we not?"

@edwin_blake said:

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Specks of light filtered through the black sack wrapped tightly around Edwin's head. He could hear but his footsteps upon the ground before him, and when the noise changed from gravel to stone, he knew he was close. Suddenly, he halted. The two senji escorting the green-haired man held him back by the rope which had been tightly bound his hands. The cloth concealing his vision was abruptly removed, and as the eyes of the young devil adjusted, the two men faded into the cold fog, which was ever so present in this country. The warriors were elites, and their tricks might have been impressive, had anyone but our protagonist been there. A massive oak door lay open in front of him, and Blake walked through undaunted.

The fog dissipated, and Edwin saw the awe-inspiring figure before him. The slender young woman, eyes like the depths of Cocytus, stared at him coldly from her throne. The wanderer broadly smiled.

"Lady Agatha. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Edwin paused, as both the queen and himself studied each other quietly. Gazing at Agatha, Edwin might have even thought he found someone colder than himself, had he not known his own nature so well.

"I appreciate the loving treatment provided to me, but binding my hands was a tad unnecessary. Your Majesty, trusting me is a favor I'd ask no one in this world, but we are both reasonable people, are we not?"

She studied him for a moment hands folded behind her back as she took a step towards him tossing a three inch knife to him, though not violently, clearly meant for him to use on the ropes. If he could be useful he better be capable of handling a non violent toss of a knife.

"Indeed." She said simply returning to her standing position hands folded behind her black dress, "However they were not for you or me. People are naive and foolish. It was to keep any possible watchers from becoming worried. If you came here without bonds then they'd assume you were already an ally, but due to your—" She paused furrowing her brow, "...uncommon history, they might worry. If it looks like I got you caught then freed you than they're far less likely to see you as a threat to their lives."

She shook her head and walked closer, "But I called for you for better reasons than explaining politics. The world needs control and order, I can give it to them. But first I need to rule them, although advising the ruler would be just as good I don't see that working out. But to rule them I need to beat them. I want your assistance in that part of the matter. I have need of people with such talents as you to take down the other kingdoms. So tell me, what price would I have to pay to get you on my side?" She asked.

He has such power. So much potential which he has already achieved. His mind, his memories, such a soul I can only imagine to comprehend. If I could only pluck his brain and read it like a book. Imagine the knowledge, the skills. His eyes have the history of a thousand lives behind them. They're pain, their pride, and their gifts. How interesting a beast it is. I wonder what would happen if I cut it open and studied it. As she pondered him her head tilted to the left and a sinister smile tugged at the left side of her lips. But it was just a smile of the thoughts that ran through her mind. The thoughts of a demented machine that had flown above the frozen peaks of the mountains like the personification of death and order combined.

@agatha_romado said:

@edwin_blake said:

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Specks of light filtered through the black sack wrapped tightly around Edwin's head. He could hear but his footsteps upon the ground before him, and when the noise changed from gravel to stone, he knew he was close. Suddenly, he halted. The two senji escorting the green-haired man held him back by the rope which had been tightly bound his hands. The cloth concealing his vision was abruptly removed, and as the eyes of the young devil adjusted, the two men faded into the cold fog, which was ever so present in this country. The warriors were elites, and their tricks might have been impressive, had anyone but our protagonist been there. A massive oak door lay open in front of him, and Blake walked through undaunted.

The fog dissipated, and Edwin saw the awe-inspiring figure before him. The slender young woman, eyes like the depths of Cocytus, stared at him coldly from her throne. The wanderer broadly smiled.

"Lady Agatha. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Edwin paused, as both the queen and himself studied each other quietly. Gazing at Agatha, Edwin might have even thought he found someone colder than himself, had he not known his own nature so well.

"I appreciate the loving treatment provided to me, but binding my hands was a tad unnecessary. Your Majesty, trusting me is a favor I'd ask no one in this world, but we are both reasonable people, are we not?"

She studied him for a moment hands folded behind her back as she took a step towards him tossing a three inch knife to him, though not violently. If he could be useful he better be capable of handling a non violent toss of a knife.

"Indeed." She said simply returning to her standing position hands folded behind her black dress, "However they were not for you or me. People are naive and foolish. It was to keep any possible watchers from becoming worried. If you came here without bonds then they'd assume you were already an ally, but due to your—" She paused furrowing her brow, "...uncommon history, they might worry. If it looks like I got you caught then freed you than they're far less likely to see you as a threat to their lives."

She shook her head and walked closer, "But I called for you for better reasons than explaining politics. The world needs control and order, I can give it to them. But first I need to rule them, although advising the ruler would be just as good I don't see that working out. But to rule them I need to beat them. I want your assistance in that part of the matter. I have need of people with such talents as you to take down the other kingdoms. So tell me, what price would I have to pay to get you on my side?" She asked.

He has such power. So much potential which he has already achieved. His mind, his memories, such a soul I can only imagine to comprehend. If I could only pluck his brain and read it like a book. Imagine the knowledge, the skills. His eyes have the history of a thousand lives behind them. They're pain, their pride, and their gifts. How interesting a beast it is. I wonder what would happen if I cut it open and studied it. As she pondered him her head tilted to the left and a sinister smile tugged at the left side of her lips. But it was just a smile of the thoughts that ran through her mind. The thoughts of a demented machine that had flown above the frozen peaks of the mountains like the personification of death and order combined.

A twist and jerk removed the plunged blade from the large mammal as Dergyr locked his grip around it's throat and tossed him over his ever outstretched a boulder like broad shoulders. The bear was simply defending its territory but Aathir had no qualms combating the bear up close. The beast's charge was ferocious and quick for even the known standards of such a carnal and angered grizzly but on this day.... he was met with a being higher on the food chain. An Apex Predator that had hunted and slain far larger, deadly and menacing game than it. His dinner had been acquired.

Dergyr hiked through the mountainous region with intent and a bigger prize on his mind as his massive frame barely exceeded three steps before brushing against the extended limbs of crowded trees, as a lively scene of nature unfolded before him. The kill lay draped over his left shoulder. Harnessed tightly and cradled by his irregular and freakishly built bicep.

An opening to a greater view of the land as a whole began to appear the steeper he marched upward. And in moments, the destination he seek, met his eye line as he reached the ledge of the hills. The place known as Quitar stuck out like a duck among geese among the vast wilderness below and touched the horizon as sun began to fall behind the environmental shadows in the distance. Dergyr would rest by a fire on this night. The hostile prey would be his meal and his visit would be contingent upon his rejuvenation. It would become reality tomorrow.

Half a carcass was left by the slowly burning fire as Dergyr drifted in and out of consciousness. His eyelids slammed shut as soon as he felt it was safe to lay vulnerable in an unknown area during the night.

The next morning went by fast and Aarthir enjoyed it none as his determination to confront the woman named Agatha that had sent for him took priority. Scaling down the hill; his giant strides sometimes out paced his own shadow as he remained upright stroking his brutish arms through the immense brush that challenged his ongoing advance. An annoyance and constant trial that only a man like Dergyr Aarthir would understand.

He eventually moved past the woods and was now in ground view of Agatha's Keep. The thunderous steps he unintentionally created by walking wasn't an issue he concerned himself with on his solo travels, but it was different this time. He was the out lander and that wasn't more apparent until his movement garnered the attention of on duty patrol guarding the residence. Maybe they thought him a monster from unknown depths...or an insane criminal escapee. They unsheathed their swords without caution and pointed them at the large man insisting he halt his route toward the door. There were many there and they didn't seem in fear; but more, in awe of the huge shape that had blocked out the sunlight before them.

One started on demands as he approached Dergyr with his long sword drawn and defiance in his posture. The leader Aarthir assumed.

"Don't you walk up here like you own th...." Aarthir silenced him by gripping thesword itself in his hand. The guard struggled to slice through Dergyr's hold and the blade would not budge. Aarthir tightened his firm grip along the sharpest edge of the weapon and with a turn of his wrist and pressure brought on by his unexplainable thick forearms - the steel snapped - at the same time Dergyr spoke up to explain his presence

."Agatha. I'm here for assistance and aid. Nothing more. Walk with me if you must"

From there, the guards surrounded him and followed closely. Their eyes awakened fully and hands so strategically ready for battle. The units were well trained and worked in unison. Aarthir stepped at moderate speed as he watched on as they removed the necessary defenses keeping the interior of Agatha's Quitar safe.

The doors swung upon and Dergyr emerged from the outside walls. Many were inside of this place but Agatha was easily spotted by Dergyr. There she stood sharing dialogue with a bound young man. A very familiar bound you man sporting a unique shade of hair.

Dergyr remained still. His presence couldn't be missed, and neither could the guard complaining about his broken steel. Many other gawked at the strange man of an enhanced build. Dergyr said no more but stood engaged with Agatha and her young resembled companion.

@d_aarthir:

Agatha sighed as the archers aimed and the men prepared to fight. They were not as intelligent as she hoped, humanity in general was that way. She tried to drill in what she wanted them to do but only the Senji were capable of actually continuing to follow her more complex orders.

"Excuse me a moment, think over what your requirements are and tell me when you've decided." She told Edwin.

She turned and raised an open hand, "Cease!" She ordered them with a loud but quick and easy voice. They lowered their weapons, even if some did so hesitantly. The complaining one became silent.

"Thank you for coming." She said simply, "It is of convenience you both arrived with such similair timing. As this requires certain planning I would appreciate it if you could both come with me." She nodded to them and headed to another room, this one empty aside from the unmoving and silent Senji beneath the floor and in the walls and ceiling.

She watched to see if they would both follow and held up a hand to keep anyone else from coming in.

@d_aarthir: @agatha_romado:

"And so the brute appears..."

Edwin Blake wasn't known as the Demon Son without reason. He was the man who had no fear.

"I should have expected you, Dergyr. Nice to see that even before meeting a queen you still smell like a corpse."

He extended his hand and smiled.

"I'm glad to see you."

@youngkaiser: Dergyr forced himself to not display a half witted smirk that so desperately wanted to mark his robust and strong angled face structure.

He indeed extended his hand and grabbed Edwin by his. Lifting him off the ground by shaking hands. His feet were suspended above the floor and his entire anatomy was moving as Dergyr's grip went up and down.

A chuckle escaped from Dergyr as he let go and followed Agatha

@youngkaiser: @d_aarthir:

Agatha noted their interaction with a raised eyebrow. As they entered the room and the door closed she continued.

"This is war. Which means any help you offer will inevitably be paid for both by resources for your actual living, and by the primary request you desire should I be strategically able to grant it." She said to them both. She was dwarfed by the giant that was Dergyr but was actually slightly taller than Edwin. Although vastly younger than either of them.

"Since you seem to know one another that might actually be useful. Now for both of you, what is it I can pay in return for your assistance?"

'If both of them remain on my side this war might actually be mine. They both possess much needed power and knowledge and if they already know one another that might make for a bonus touch of destruction to my enemies. My plans might be able to be hastened.' She thought.

@agatha_romado: @d_aarthir:

Dergyr needed to be more careful. His handshake could have ripped an arm off of someone. Alas, it was not the time to discuss etiquette. Edwin had his price in mind, as he was sure Aarthir also did.

He strolled along after the queen; it was time to talk business.

@d_aarthir: @agatha_romado:

@agatha_romado:

Upon his palm, Edwin spun around the dagger Agatha had given him. He smiled devilishly, not even attempting to conceal his amusement.

An exquisite specimen, this queen. Beautiful, clever, motivated, and above all, ruthless. Perhaps the ingredients for an unique event.

"My request is not just money or gold, but is undoubtedly easy to meet. Ten of your best soldiers, access to castle libraries and armories, and participation in making decisions. As for compensation... the proper accomodations will suffice."

He trummed his fingers against the marble walls of the throne room.

"And you, Dergyr?"

@agatha_romado: @youngkaiser:

Edwin and Agatha both peered at Dergyr awaiting a reply.

"I didn't travel all this way to decline you. Much like him..." Aarthir said while rounding a table in the far corner inspecting her decorative focuses and her taste in etiquette."

Over time Dergyr instilled himself with knowledge. Book after book he put away in order to achieve the intelligence he wouldn't have given the year he was conceived in and the era in which he learned the toughest lessons. This man had come face to face with prehistoric monsters of all shapes, sizes and life threatening levels. He had lived in and survived weather that no mortal could and that was before he confronted the "Voice from the Black" He was time tested and scar ridden to say the least.

"Much like him I desire more. What do you wish to accomplish with this upcoming war? Why are your enemies so dead set on catching your throat with their weaponry? Furthermore.."

Dergyr said while fondling a golden sculpture of a dragon located on a near shelf.

"I can't arise day to day and not do what I was put on this plain to do. Going too long without mayhem and violence in my life, I become unnerved. And I do not say this under a conceited belief. A tireless soul reveals this to you but I would be denying you the truth if I said I did not take great pleasure in witnessing the light escape their eyes. Their final gasp when they fully understand that it is all over. Everything. Gone.

I've come across many great warriors that hoped to lay siege to me and their subconscious spark of combating a presence such as mine. Men, Elves, Orcs, Beasts.... They see me and they see a challenge. They then adhere to their instinctual demands and act on it. They then meet their end by my hand. It's become routine.

Put the armies in front of me. I will slaughter them all. Leaving nothing left. What I request is a steed that can effortlessly carry me through the jagged and uneven mounds within this countryside. He will be of unrivaled strength. These horses; though rare, do exist. I've seen the majestic creatures.

I will later want sufficient funds and a secluded home for my aid. I will fight alongside you for as long as the gods allow me another day."

@youngkaiser: @d_aarthir:

Agatha considered their requests carefully behind her cold calculated eyes. Like a psychopath her hands did not move from their place to stroke her chin or follow any of the social manipulation she subtly used among others that were natural of any human to use.

She first nodded to Edwin, "It can be supplied. However, those men who came in with you, they were not soldiers. And they aren't meant to be used as such. However of all the kingdoms we likely have the best archers, like everyone else around here they can fight up close. But if they do their job that will never happen. The rest is allowed, but I shall have to send word out before you actually start."

She then turned towards Dergyr, "I cannot say I do not understand your love for destruction. Fortunately for everyone else my desire for order overcomes my desire for studying death to its fullest extent. I want to unite the kingdoms, create union and order. However, I never said there would be perfect peace. That is something impossible even if I had lived as long as you have. There will always be a battle for you too fight as long as you remain in existence, that I can promise you. The home and funds I can secure for you as well. However a horse may be a more difficult task, up here if we ride at all, we usually ride mountain horses and ponies. Their navigation and ability to climb is far superior to a war horse or most any other breed and they have far more stamina and could easily outpace one of them. However it's just too hard for us too find a breed of horse that can stand up to a war horse in terms of brute strength but still navigate. I have yet to see any. If you manage to find a horse that fits your standards I'll do my best to find a way to obtain it. And I shall keep watches for any like them as well."

@agatha_romado: @edwin_blake

Dergyr didn't fully trust anybody but this woman had no reason to lie. She wouldn't have sent for them if she planned to screw them over. Unless she was a most intense sociopath. Which Aarthir thought could be a possibility. Albeit a remote possibility, but it still exist.

Dergyr asked her for more information regarding her mountain steeds.

"Can these horses or ponies you speak of carry a man of excessive stature such as myself? If so, I'll request 3 and they shall suffice

@the_professor__:

The guards looked over the paper that now took on the appearance of a letter of embassy from Naposera and laughed to themselves. They found his apparel to be quite strange and wondered if his clothes simply resembled the latest fashion in Naposera. They escorted him into the castle with upmost haste and grace after returning his letter. The brought him to a room and presented a few chairs for him to sit upon.

"Thoreau welcomes all ambassadors of Naposera and appreciates your country's loyalty in these trying times. The queen, however, is out on official business. Feel free to enjoy the accommodations of our Lady's abode, and she will be informed of your arrival upon your return." explained one of the guards.

@elitex01: @kat_mccloud:

As soon as Kat presented the symbol to the innkeeper, she was directed downstairs into what would appear to be a small brewery. The room was lined with barrels full of meed and alcohol and was very dimly lit. There were various men and women leaning against the barrels of mead and glaring at her as she entered the room. As soon as she entered the room, she was greeted by a large creature who decided to examine her by tasting her scent. The breath shooting from the beast's nostrils stirred up clouds of dirt from the soot covered floor and destroyed any semblance of style that her hair may have once had. After a few seconds of sniffing, the beast was interrupted by a strong voice:

"That's enough, Jonathan."

A women covered in thick, black, organic-looking armor stepped forth from the shadows of the basement and traded placements with the beast.

"You don't carry the scent of Quatar or its people, so that alone is reason enough to trust you at the moment. Before we move any further, I must test your skill in battle. We both know why you're here, but I intend to stand alongside warriors, not children. Fear not, I will not take your life, nor will the beast interfere. If you prove your worth to me, then you will have earned the right to hear more information." explained the mysterious woman.

The woman drew her sword and took a proper stance for battle.

"When you are ready, attack."

(OOC: I apologize everyone. As soon as I started this RP, I was bombarded by family, friends, and just life in general. I will be able to post more often now though. Sorry if i took so long to get back to it.)

@the_professor__: @hannah_kumaden:

(OOC: Not a prob, Hannah, I hope you had a good Thanksgiving. *Smiles*)

Kat did not say a word as she was escorted, taking in all her surroundings, marking the exits and knowing exactly where they are, how many guards, how many other people, etc. The people did not like her, that much was evident from their glares. She bites her bottom lip, wondering if they knew she was...a thief. Boy, she's met so many people! She can't even keep track...

And then Kat very nearly runs into some kind of large creature, "Oh!" Then as the creature smelled her, Kat turned her head and leaned back, closing her eyes. A puff of air messed up her hair and caused dust to fly everywhere. She waves her hand, then coughs a bit. She smiles nerviously, opening one eye towards the creature, "Well, hello to you too."

She breathes a sigh of relief as the creature stands aside for someone else. The first thing Kat notices is that armor. Very nice, but it looked organic! Amazing! Then once the woman is done talking and seeing the sword drawn, Kat takes a deep breath. Her own hand starts to go to her own sword out of habit, but then the Starblade comes to life. It transforms from an ordinary looking bracelet into a gauntlet going all the way up to her elbow. Then, a sword forms in her hand. Right, almost forgot about that.

Kat prepares herself, glad she took lessons on swordsmanship. She goes into the proper stance and measures her opponent. She starts first with a few simple sword strikes. This is to test her opponent's skill, see how far Kat can really go.

@kat_mccloud: @elitex01: @the_professor__:

Hannah blocked a few of her swings with conventional form, and after growing accustomed to her technique she altered her method of blocking. She rotated her wrists and began to meet Kat's blade with parts of her blade closer to the hilt at wider, obtuse angles. The tip of her sword remained behind her as she utilized this new technique. This new guard allowed Hannah to redirect Kat's strikes away from her while having to absorb very little of their force. As Kat's blade did not come to a screeching halt when countered by this new technique, she was let far more open after each swing and had to pull her blade back a farther distance to recover from each attack.

Hannah smirked and made a retreat of two full paces during one of Kat's recoveries and altered her grip on her sword. She lowered her stance and began to hold her blade less like a conventional blade and more like a pen, much like the grip used in fencing. Using the full length of her blade to keep out of slashing range, Hannah began to launch a rapid succession of stabs intended to put very shallow wounds on Kat's arms, legs, and cheeks. These strikes were weak compared to conventional strikes, but had very little commitment and far more speed. If blocked, Hannah would simply strike again a moment later in a location that was now vulnerable thanks to the movement of the sword required to block the previous.

She simply wished to test the warrior's speed and adaptability.

@hannah_kumaden: @the_professor__:

She's good, I'll give her that. Kat thought with a wild grin, I haven't had a challenge like this in a long time!

With each strike and block, Kat learned more and more about her opponent. This woman was a master who truly knows how to make the most use out of a sword. Plus, Hannah has used a technique that Kat herself has never seen. Who holds the hilt of their sword in reverse so the tip of the sword is behind them?! And yet, Hannah wielded her weapon with the grace of a dancer. It was like watching in poetry in motion and Kat was loving every sword strike!

Kat saw some openings in Hannah's technique, she even tried to exploit a few. But just as she was about to come through, she'd meet Hannah's sword again. And then Hannah tried those rapid strikes and Kat knew if she didn't do something, she'd get hurt. Rapidly moving her blade to block and parry some of those strikes, Kat spun around, ducked and rolled to avoid the last few. But, that left her open for Hannah's last attack and she found herself with a shallow cut on the side of her hip. First blood goes to Hannah.

Time to step it up. All of a sudden, Kat becomes a whirlwind as she goes on the offensive, striking at Hannah, trying to put the other woman on the defense with no time to strike back. Then Kat employed one of her own techniques, she started cartwheeling, jumping and tumbling, but this was not random. Everytime Kat made a strike, she'd jump or spin around and strike again in one fluid movement. The purpose of these moves was to make Kat a harder target to hit, plus it might throw her opponent off guard since not many people fight this way. The woman was quite agile and quick as Kat tried to break through Hannah's defense to score her own shallow cut. If she did, Kat would stop and back off a little, waiting for Hannah to make her next move.

@kat_mccloud: @the_professor__: @youngkaiser: @agatha_romado: @d_aarthir: @edwin_blake

As soon as the Kat's feet left the ground, Hannah went back to using a conventional five finger grip. She managed to parry the first strike and block the second with her sword, but quickly began to realize that Kat was using her own weight and momentum to enhance the power of her strikes. After losing a bit of balance blocking the third strike, Hannah pulled her left arm forward and began to block with her shield. The shield's weight and size allowed her to more comfortably block the attacks of her promising new comrade, but she was still forced to back away as the blocked.

Hannah considered a few counter attacks that could stop Kat's flurry of strikes, but realized that anything that she did that would put a stop to the attacks could potentially injure the woman far more than she wanted. Hannah grinned and laughed to herself.

"She's pushing me to make more lethal strikes. Good, an ally that can test me will be able to fend for themselves in the warzone just fine. Still, neither of us have broken a sweat, let's see a bit more. I'll be sure to repay Kurt for any damages we cause." Hannah thought.

She continued to block, but sheathed her sword at an opportune moment. She retreated a few paces with wide, low steps backwards, maintaining her guard and footwork, and grabbed a bottle of wine that had been stored in the brewery for later use. She then tossed the bottle at Kat's midsection to see how she would react.

@d_aarthir: @edwin_blake:

Agatha nodded, "They are capable." She looked him up and down again, "Well the horses at least. We can get you trained ones as well. When they're handed over the signals will be given as well. They won't run away from you as long as you speak the command. And they're much better at remaining unfrightened."

She turned and slipped her hand behind a piece of wood on the wall and rung a wooden rattle. Quickly someone came in and bowed to her, "Three of the best trained horses for this man when he requests them, and they're equipment." She gestured towards Dergyr. She then gestured towards Edwin, "Secondly, prepare ten of our best warrior archers who will be under the command of this man."

She was about to turn back to them but then held up a hand towards the man, "Ah yes. And later I'll be practicing, so be sure I am uninterrupted unless it is of importance. Thank you, you may go."

The thank you was merely for political matters. She expected him to follow her orders whether she said it or not. She turned back to them, "Now. When you are ready, our next target is essentially up in the air. Which kingdom do you think you would be more capable of infiltrating? And possibly, assassination of a queen. Remember, kill the mother and you kill the dragon."

She pointed to her throat "All it takes is one good shot."

A dangerous gleam in her eyes showed with a small thin smirk on her face.

@hannah_kumaden: @the_professor__:

Kat tried, she really did, but that shield Hannah carried prevented the thief from scoring a shallow wound of her own. If she tried more lethal moves, she might score a hit but Kat had no desire to do that. This whole thing was a test of skill, not a fight to the death. And besides, Kat muses that Queen Hannah has enough skill that she could cause significantly more damage on her if she so wished.

But then again, Hannah may not know the Starblade is capable of much more than just creating a sword, but armor as well. But Kat didn't wish to do that. She was enjoying this challenge and wanted Hannah to see her skill without Kat having to resort to 'cheating'. So, Kat kept the armor off, just the gauntlet and sword. However, Kat was tempted to form a shield, but decided against it.

When Hannah had sheathed her sword, Kat tilted her head, wondering what the other woman was up to. Instead of pressing her attack, she waits to see what Hannah does. Soon enough, she sees the Queen's next move. In a rather acrobatic move, she jumps in the air and catches the bottle. Twisting in mid-air, she then throws the bottle back before landing on her feet with the grace of a cat. It's obvious by now that Kat relies more on speed, reflexes and agility rather than power and strength. Oh, and acrobatics.

Hannah's turn. How will she deal with a thrown bottle that is now moving towards her?

@kat_mccloud:

The woman clad in black armor caught the bottle with the very same hand from which it was thrown and held it high over her head.

"Huzzah!" she cheered, her call being echoed by the voices of the men and women who had passed the exam prior to Kat's arrival.

"There couldn't have been a more theatrical finish, could there?" The woman asked.

The woman walked over to Kat and removed the cork in the bottle held in her right hand with only her thumb. She handed the woman the bottle and said, "Here, a welcoming gift."

She removed her helmet to reveal a face that very few in the world would not recognize. It was the Queen of Thoreau, Lady Hannah herself. She looked down at the blade in the woman's hands then met Kat's eyes with a curious gaze.

"The blade wasn't in you hands when you first arrived, nor did you draw it from a sheath. Are you a mage of some sort? I have a feeling that you haven't shown me much, although I suppose I'm guilty of the same. I am Lady Hannah of Thoreau. With your arrival, that makes twenty men this session. We will depart shortly back to the shores of Aman. You will fight alongside me and we shall put the tyrant queen, Lady Agatha of Quatar, to rest." Hannah explained.

"Here me, all. Most of you will die, this is not a secret. You fight for the greater good of the world, and for future generations. The soldier who takes the queen's head, the soldier who does his best to prevent war, the soldier who gives his all to fight for the cause, shall be rewarded with MY KINGDOM. I belong in the church, not atop the throne. If you prove to me your worth, then I will give you a chance to prove it to my nation!" The queen roared.

The men cheered and raved at this information, their spirits burning with pride, passion, and lust for power. Hannah walked to the back of the cellar and opened a hidden door in the back that led to a garden an open field littered with small plots growing grapes and barley. It has a small, hidden plane of land at a lower altitude than the Inn that lead directly into the forest. As the light rushed into the cellar, the dragon, and all of its demonic characteristics, became clearly evident. There were a few men standing at either side of the exit keeping guard from the outside.

The dragon walked out of the cellar and Hannah mounted it, re-equipping her helmet afterwards.

She pointed at the men outside of the huge doors and explained, "These men will take you to a boat that will carry you to Thoreau. The boat is of Thorean craftsmanship and is the sturdiest and most armed vessel that you could acquire. If you have a more preferred method of travel, then feel free to travel as however you desire. We will meet again shortly."

Before taking off, Hannah stopped for a moment and remembered something. She looked at Kat and said:

"Oh right, I suppose I didn't give you a chance to speak. My apologies. What was your name? Did you have any questions before we set off?

@kat_mccloud: @hannah_kumaden: @gwen_temi:

Naposera? What is that?

He then sat down, and quickly looked into his watch which hid the holograms as best it could from the guards, and all records of Naposera pointed to it being a nation of wanderers and exiles, assassinations, and illegal trade.

Yippee. That was smooth, psychic paper. Then again, maybe I am a wanderer.

Then, with his usual swagger, placed his feet up on another chair, clasping his hands together, and sat there his eyes bearing down on the two guards.

“Um, yeah, that exactly won’t do. I need to talk to her, like, right now. I’m trying to avoid a catastrophe,” The Professor said as he asserted control of the situation.

“So, does she have like a second in command or anything like that?” The Professor wasn’t asking, he was demanding, “Or does anyone know where she is? I need to know.”

The Professor sat there, his feet up on another chair, just waiting, just daring them to say anything against him. He could have waited for her, but he was in no mood to wait. He needed to find her, not only to prevent a war, but to prove to himself that he could prevent one. He had failed to do so for his species. He wasn’t going to fail again.

@the_professor__:

The nearest guard held out a hand, palm forward, in an attempt to calm the ambassador *wink wink* and explained the situation as best he could within legal limits.

"Ambassador, no need to get excited. The queen is away on business at the moment and will be informed of your presence as soon as she returns. If the information needs to be assessed and actions need to be taken, then I will allow you to speak with her highness' top advisor. Remain here for the moment and let the other guards know if you need anything in the meantime." explained a guard.

He left and a few minutes later an old man draped in purple and gold descended down an enormous flight of stairs. He approached the 'ambassador' and bowed before him.

"Presenting Johan Emet III, royal advisor of the Queen" announced a guard.

Johan bowed before the ambassador before speaking, "Come, we will speak privately."

The advisor led the professor to a room on the fourth floor lit only be the few threads of light that permeated the thin velvet curtains draped over the windows.

@kat_mccloud: @hannah_kumaden:

The Professor didn’t like people bowing before him. He wasn’t a king of anything, but he returned a bow to the advisor as well, and followed him into the dark, damp room. Very little light entered through creating a very creepy, and, well, dark vibe. The Professor felt safe nonetheless. He then decided to tell the truth.

“Johan Emet III, hear me out, and don’t think I’m crazy, because I can prove what I’m about to say. But before I can say anything at all, please if there is anyone spying or listening in for your protection, please have them leave for it could threaten the timeline. I am not armed at all, and I can prove that as well.”

The Professor spoke with sincerity and gave eye contact to the advisor. He then pulled out his Sonic-Tool, his psychic paper, and he pulled off his highly, advanced watch. He then took off his blue overcoat for further measure. Then, he placed his hands on the table where all his stuff was placed, and continuing said:

“I am not an ambassador. Now, please let me explain further before you throw me out. I am a time-space, dimension traveler. You probably don’t know what that means, but basically I can travel above the stars, to other worlds, and travel through time. I can travel to other dimensions, other planes of existence. I am also an alien from another dimension. An alien is a being who comes from space, the black stuff above the stars. I am 2,400 years old, and I am here to prevent war coming upon these lands. I am from the future.”

The Professor spoke fast yet precise, allowing the man to understand his words and getting all that information out of the way. He allowed it all the sink into the advisor before he continued.

“I also have two hearts, and, if you don’t believe me, then you can listen to my chest,” The Professor patted his chest, “Also, that strange rod with the blue crystal is an alien device. Not a wand. Also, one question: What type of locks do you have: wooden or metal?”

The Professor would have sounded insane, but the advisor could take his word and listen if he had two hearts. He hoped he not confused the man. He hoped the Johan here was a smart man, and believed him. He was worried he didn't believe him, but, then again, this was a place where women gave birth to dragons.

@hannah_kumaden: @the_professor__:

Kat took the bottle with a grateful smile, "Thank you." It seems she has passed the test, which was good. It was a fun one and she had to admire Hannah's skill. Few have ever challenged Kat to such a degree. She takes a drink from the bottle and it's sweet taste feels pretty smooth going down her throat.

When Hannah removes her helmet, Kat's eyes go round as dinner plates as she instantly recognizes the Queen. I was sparring with Queen Hannah herself this whole time?! Kat thought to herself, nearly choking and very nearly dropping the bottle she was holding. Immediately, she drops down to one knee, bowing her head to pay Queen Hannah the respect she deserves as is due one of her station. There she remains until Hannah says otherwise.

When Hannah told Kat she'd be fighting alongside her against Queen Agatha's forces, she remains in her bowed position, "As you command, your Majesty." Which is a good thing because that is exactly why Kat is here in the first place, to help the Queen fight a war.

Still bowed, since Hannah still did not give a command for her to rise and be at ease, Kat answers with a respectful answer, "Katarina McCloud, your Majesty. Most call me, Kat. And to answer your earlier question, I am no mage. I do not know where this...weapon came from, all I know is it's name...the Starblade. I and the Starblade are in your service."

And then she answers again, "I have no questions, your Majesty."

@kat_mccloud:

"Very well, then I shall greet you all in Thoreau shortly" Hannah replied, Jonathan taking lift and soaring out over the horizon with his mother riding atop. With Jonathan's impressive speed she would reach the castle in a mere hour or less.

The men and women still occupying the room began to collect their belongings and follow the soldiers to the docks. They would immediately begin an impressively quick 2 day journey to Thoreau.

@the_professor__:

Johan's eyes narrowed after hearing the professor's claim. He peered over the stones and trinkets that littered the table. He knocked on a adjacent wall thrice and a soldier entered the room.

Johan whispered to the guard, "Who was it that invited this lunatic into the castle? This man thinks himself an alien older than god... When I find out who let him in, I'll introduce that soldier to the gallows! In the meantime, be lucky that the queen herself wasn't here. Please escort him from the premises. He may not have all his horses in the stable, but he's peaceful, so don't be rough with him. Just get him out of of here."

Johan looked up at the professor and said, "Pardon me, but I am needed elsewhere at the moment." He immediately fled the room.

Moments later, the room was filled with guards. Most of them were unarmed or kept their weapons sheathed, but they were all trying to convince the man to leave peacefully.

@the_professor__: @hannah_kumaden:

Once Hannah left, Kat rises from her position and puts the cork back in her bottle. She brings only one bag of things, mostly clothes, with her on the boat with the other men. Kat did not yet know that the Starblade was capable of giving her winged flight so she did not take that method to travel. Besides, Kat loved sailing and she wasn't afraid to be one of only a few women here, if not the only one. She could handle herself around any man.

By the time the two days were over, the bottle that the Queen had given Kat was empty. And once in Thoreau, she stretched. That was one, very nice, trip. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the new scents in this new kingdom. Then she sets off for her new destination, following the instructions given to her two days prior by Queen Hannah.

@kat_mccloud: @hannah_kumaden:

“This is not good,” The Professor muttered to himself. He had to prove he wasn’t lying, and fast. He grabbed his items placing them in his overcoat, and returning his watch onto his wrist.

Score zero for me, the ‘lunatic’.

“Please, guards, if one of you could listen to my chest, I have two hearts, just listen, and, if I am lying, I’ll leave. That’s all.”

He was pleading, begging that one of them would listen to him. He just needed them to listen to his hearts. If this didn’t work, he would try to find the Queen by other means. Then, he had a better idea. Activating his Sonic-Tool, he magnetized all of their weapons, and pulled all of them out of their sheathes, and placed them on the table.

“Can a normal human do that? I am an alien, I am 2,400 years old, and I have two hearts. Someone just please listen to my chest.”

This was that last time he would ask, before he would have to come up with a different plan.

@agatha_romado@admirallogic@d_aarthir@morleericks

The young man closed his eyes briefly, running dozens of scenarios in a second. His statement was quick and factual.

"Your kingdom is outnumbered by Darwano and unprepared for their military might, at least in an invasion. As for Thoreau, they might also pose a problem, but considering their navy is their trump card, they won't be too troublesome for a mountain country."

He gestured with his hands.

"Should the need arise, Naposera is likely the only kingdom willing to provide you with weapons, due to their illegal trading. Best not to antagonize them as of yet. As for Filentio, they are too isolated and information about them is lacking, so I'd suggest saving them for last, since they likely won't interfere during the war anyways. Since Darwano, Thoreau, Naposera, and Filentio are out, that leaves us the most viable target."

Vencenta.

"Medicio fell, but you lacked the men to occupy it. Now, Vencenta's economy relies almost exclusively on slave trade, and slavery is hardly enjoyable for the one laboring. Kill Eneva, and I will take care of any casters who try to intervene. Then, set free her slaves. Combine this with a lenient policy and medical assistance to those who were injured prior, and once word gets around, you'll undoubtedly have quite a following. This should provide you with some much needed soldiers. It was this way that Cyrus of Persia got nations to rebel against Assyrian rule. Also, it should decrease resistance amongst defeated countries."

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a series of intricate designs, reading the words Terra and Aeris. The work of an artist, though it was not like Edwin would brag about the spell circles he had created. He grinned.

"If you'll excuse me, there are a few villages near here which belong to no empire. Should another country occupy them, it could prove worrying in the long run. With your permission, I'd like to... remove them. Preferrably with the help of some of your more unscrupulous soldiers."

@the_professor__:

In response to the man's pleas, one of the guards cleared his throat and responded, "I-I understand, sir. I am also an alien and my powers are fueled by the light of the sun above. If we could only move this conversation outside, I would better be able to research your claim. May I show you the way?"

The professor and the soldiers continued to persuade each other for quite some time. Just as the patient's of Hannah's men began to grow short, she arrived. Jonathan landed atop the castle on a large, flat tower that Jonathan often used as a resting spot. In front of the doorway leading into the castle stood Johan Emet III.

Johan wore a forced smile and was covered in sweat. Hannah and Jonathan's eyes narrowed as they could almost smell the fear emanating from Johan's rapidly beating heart.

"What happened?" Hannah asked, removing her helmet, dismounting Jonathan and approaching Johan.

"There's a man who claims to be... well one of the soldiers let a madman into your castle, Your Highness." Johan answered, bowing as deeply as he could.

"Why?" Hannah asked.

"He had a letter of embassy from Naposera... supposedly" answered Johan.

"So the ambassador from Naposera is crazy?" asked Hannah.

"No, your highness... I don't think he's the ambassador..." answered Johan.

"Then what, did this man kill the ambassador and steal documentation from him?" asked Hannah, growing annoyed.

"No, your highness, he had documentation... that I didn't see personally... that magically disappeared... but he had it, I can assure you" Johan answered.

"If I smell mead on anyone's breath I'm throwing you in the dungeon for a week." Hannah growled.

Johan frowned. He simply felt defeated by these recent events. Hannah walked past him as Jonathan sat on his belly and prepared for a nap.

"I'll talk to this lunatic myself if he's that much of a problem" Hannah declared, walking past her advisor.

"But Your Highness, he could be dangerous, you could get killed. Why not let the men handle it?" asked Johan.

"Dungeon!" Hannah replied, continuing her descent down the stairway. Johan followed her, but chose to remain silent.

The queen began to hear some ruckus in her castle and followed it until she found the room where the soldiers had been arguing with the 'ambassador' of sorts. The men had just begun to raise their shields and draw their swords when Hannah walked in.

"Sheath your swords, you can have a go at him later if I deem him worthy of death." Hannah ordered, followed by the sound of a dozen swords returning to their sheathes.

She walked up to the man in strange clothing and asked him directly, "Who are you and why are you here? I'm already flustered, so don't try me."

@kat_mccloud:

It would be another two days before the boat of soldiers arrived, but there was an issue in the castle that needed to be taken care of in the meantime.

@hannah_kumaden:

“Ahem. Your majesty,” The Professor said as he gave a bow, “I am the Professor, here to help you prevent a war. I am an alien, who is 2,400, years old, and I have two hearts. I was asking for one of your men to listen to my heartbeats in my chest. So, if one of you could listen to my chest, that would be splendid.”

The Professor swaggered about the room, as he assessed everyone. Queen, check. Advisor, check. Soldiers, check. He then stepped back, and whipped out his Sonic-Tool, which buzzed as he attempted to scan the soldiers. He needed to have their DNA on record, for later uses. A blue light emanated from it as it attempted to cover the soldiers, then it would disappear. His work would be done with the soldiers. He doubted that the soldiers could prevent the scan. He then grinned at them all.

“I am not a lunatic, and I am here to help. Your majesty, please, just have one of your soldiers listen to my chest. If I am lying, hang me for all I care.”

The Professor had confidence in his plan. He did, in fact, had two hearts, which would prove he was an alien. He knew he wasn’t lying.

@d_aarthir: @edwin_blake:

She looked him in the eyes, 'Hm. This one is fascinating.' She thought.

"I do like your plan for Vencenta. It should prove useful I believe. We shall go with that." She said.

"However, these villages you mentioned. Some of them can be put under control easily enough just with time, but more importantly, they can be crushed. I have watchers everywhere, even outside of my kingdom I have some spies. If they show they are working with an enemy, they know all to well what will face them."

A swift wind was heard outside. For a moment it might have seemed coincidental, but when a huge shadow crossed the window it was clear it was her dragon.

"The villages around here that don't belong to me, they fear me. However perhaps you could provide further incentive for them to join. Tell you what, in two days I shall have a changing of the watchers. I'll have something happen, they'll be slowed down by about two to three hours. In this time frame you can take down the village, but take down the hunters and men first. When it is discovered watchers will find certain messeges of working with Vencenta on a plan to annhilate one of my villages. The village leader was involved so everyone else would be to. Officially, we did nothing. But now the other villiges will have more reason to join us and I'll be rid of a variable. How does that sound to you?"

@the_professor__:

"Do you hear his words, m'lady? he's mad! Daft!" repeated a soldier.

"Do you think that I would have ever believed a man who told me that I'd give birth to a dragon. Let alone two?" Hannah retorted.

She walked over and listened to his chest. She didn't know whether or not to believe his entire story, but he was certainly honest about having multiple hearts.

"Alright, return to your stations. I'll handle this man. I do not need ears to the wall, I can handle myself." Hannah ordered as her men exited the room.

"So I'm going to choose to believe you until you give me a reason not to," said Hannah to the professor "It's strange for someone who is not of this world to get involved in it's issues. Why are you here? What do you intend on doing? What interest do you have in our affairs? I appreciate every ally that I acquire, but I must make sure that you are one first."

As Hannah asked these questions, she wondered if this... creature's presence was a sign from above. A sign that she was fighting the right battle.

@hannah_kumaden:

“Thank you for listening to a madman,” The Professor said with an ominous tone after Queen Hannnah listened to his chest, the his demeanor changed to that of an awkward adult, “But I am here to help. Oh, and that was awkward. I am such a newbie at this hero stuff. Should have stuck with TARDIS. Me and my big brain, as if.”

He faced her, he seemed to be lost in a flurry of thought. Pouring out his words at speeds comparable to bullets, he was a fast talker. That was his strength and weakness.

“Sorry. I talk to myself sometimes. I can be such an idiot. Time travel is such a complicated thing, and I couldn’t quite decide how to approach you. I’m never doing the heart thing again.”

His demeanor was calm. Too calm, as if he dealt with this sort of thing everyday. He paced about the room calmly, as he placed his hands under his head, his fingertips barely touching his chin.

“Anyway, back on task, for your first question,” The Professor answered with a grin, “I’m here to prevent history from changing. Dramatically, at least. I’m a time traveler.”

“For your second, I intend on ending this war peacefully, no bloodshed. If not, I will help you win this war.”

Continuing with much relish, The Professor acted like his namesake if his namesake was eccentric. He loved these bits, it was what made him The Professor. He continued with much swagger, confidence, and brashness.

“For your third, my interest is because I care for the human race. For all of the races in the multiverse, throughout all of time and space.”

The Professor paused for a moment. He was thinking. He sat on top of the table, and spoke again. He looked up to Hannah and said:

“I am a hero, basically, as I mentioned earlier. Oh, and I have some questions of my own. First, I must erase all of your guards memories of me, because it could affect the timeline. Second, what are your locks made out of? It is important question. It may save our lives.”

He stood there awaiting her answer, and any other questions she may have. He was confident he had explained everything and was ready to help.

@agatha_romado@admirallogic

"My problem with them is not the people themselves, but their strategic location. I'll go for the ones in the most worrysome locations, along with the largest village. This should scare the other villages enough that they relocate into your kingdom and pledge their allegiance. As for your messengers, there will be no need. That country is notorious enough already. Also, I'll leave a few survivors and make it so that they're sure it was Eneva's warriors."

He still possessed True Dark etched upon his back; a series of spells capable of deceiving eyes, as well as providing him with offensive magic. Edwin continued on.

"Vencenta would probably kill all the men, and take evey child and woman captive. I'll have a... friend take care of that menial part. They will be disposed of properly."

Perhaps it would be time to use Pandora's Box. He hadn't had the need for summons in a few years, but it was not like he would, or could, forget the specific combinations to activate the power of the artifact.

"Their mages tend to use lightning, correct? Now, I might have just the thing."

He gently tapped his right arm. Aeris, the power of the sky.

"It could be done tonight. Do I have your permission, my queen."

@the_professor__:

"Well, I appreciate any help I can get, so welcome aboard. Keep out of the minds of my men. If you simply want to keep your presence secret I have more than enough ways to enforce that myself. And the locks are made of iron, same as any lock, what are you implying with that question?" the queen answered.

She sighed and leaned on a wall before continuing, "I'm afraid that there isn't going to be a peaceful solution to all this at the rate things are going, but we can reduce the amount of bloodshed if we focus our efforts in one direction. Agatha Romado, the queen of Quatar. If she falls, her people will lose faith and this chaos will end. My men will remain in Thoreau to defend her if Quatar attacks from the North, but I have hired a small group of assassins to help end this war in the most peaceful manner possible. They will arrive in two days, so in the meantime, I suggest you get to know the area. I will provide you with quality lodgings and necessities til' then. Welcome to Thoreau... Professor."

She would soon finish up her conversation with the professor and would continue preparing the country for war and doing her regular duties until the special soldiers arrived.

Time passes...

@kat_mccloud:

The recruits would arrive and be guided to the castle by the queen's agents. They were taken to a room where Hannah and the professor would greet them and remind them why they were there, to kill the queen of Quatar.

"Get to know one another and enjoy your brief stay here. Train and enjoy the amenities. My men have been working on a simple yet effective tool for launching a surprise attack on the people of Quatar, but it still requires testing. I have agents scattered throughout the kingdoms and they will send word if intervention is needed. Make the most of your brief time here before your peace is gone." Hannah explained to all.

Hannah tapped the professor on the shoulder, pointed towards Kat and said, "You might want to make yourself known to that one over there. She's the other... strange soldier who answered the call."

@hannah_kumaden: @the_professor__:

Once in the presence of Queen Hannah, Kat bows respectfully to the Queen. She hated being considered an assassin when that wasn't who she wanted to be or what she was. She was a treasure hunter and a thief, not an assassin. But this was war and as rebellious as Kat can be sometimes, this would be a terrible time to rebel against Queen Hannah. And besides, Kat considers Hannah a woman of honor and so if she must kill one person to save a kingdom, more than one kingdom, then she will. But Kat vows she will never do this kind of work again. Ever. So this is only a one time deal.

The Professor has not escaped Kat's notice and his clothing was very strange. The manner in which he carries himself is also strange because he didn't act, or talk, like anyone there. Aside from the Starblade, Kat did belong here in this world. As she bows respectfully to the Queen once more, she prepares to leave. Hopefully, this mission to kill Queen Agatha will not end in Kat's death. But she has to be ready to accept that possibility, so she intends to spend what time she has here in training.

@kat_mccloud: @hannah_kumaden:

“Oh, don’t worry. You might see what I mean sooner or later,” The Professor said mysteriously, he didn’t want to reveal all his secrets yet, “And I’ll take you on your offer of keeping my secrecy, but I have a home already, so don’t bother with the lodgings, please. I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“Is that so?” The Professor pondered to himself after the queen told of how she would end the war.

Seems the war will have at least one casualty before this is over. Not while I’m here.

Seeing her discomfort, the Professor did not want to take up more of her time, so he said:

“Thank you, your majesty for your hospitality. I shall take my leave.”

Time passes….

“Interesting,” The Professor replied to Queen Hannah, when she pointed out that one of their members was...unusual, like him.

He walked over to the unusual woman, who was preparing to leave by what he could see. He also sensed she was...troubled? By what? He did not know. Still, interest was clearly shown on his face and stood near her and saying:

“Hello, I’m the Professor. What’s your name? I hear you're quite the soldier, rather an unusual one. Why is that?”

He showed no indication of lying. He was only curious about how she was labeled the ‘strange’ soldier. Was she alien like him?

(OOC: Not my best so far. Ugh.)

@hannah_kumaden: @the_professor__:

Kat knew this strange man was approaching her, but she kept walking until he spoke to her. It is then that Kat stopped and turned around, looking him over, seeing if there was anything valuable on him...Stop that! She's not here to steal anything. Old habits die hard, it seems. Kat muses to herself. She may be a thief, but she will not steal from this man or anyone else in Hannah's kingdom. The Queen has earned that much respect, at least.

After a moments silence, she corrects him, "My name is Katarina, call me Kat. I am no solider, that would imply I'm in an army and I am not. My service to Queen Hannah is temporary. If I survive this war, I plan on going back to what I do best and that is hunting for treasure, for that is what I am. As for why I am unusual 'soldier', it's because of this." She holds up her right wrist and points at the chrome silver bracelet, studded with a red and blue jewel. From first glance, there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary from a fancy looking bracelet. But looks, in this case, were very deceiving because this was no ordinary bracelet, but a very powerful ancient artifact known as the Starblade. Since the Professor was a time traveler, it's very possible he may have heard about the weapon or perhaps encountered it in the past. But it was also very likely he never heard of it.

If the Professor has heard of the Starblade, then he'd know that this gauntlet, that can transform into a bracelet, has been spotted throughout history from even more ancient times than this and even far into the future. The beings who wield the Starblade are always women, however. No one knows why that is so. The Starblade can vanish from history for centuries at a time before popping up again on a new chosen host. It seems to be a weapon of order as no one who is evil has ever wielded it or even managed to bend it's power for evil purposes.

If the Professor has any way to tell, Kat is perfectly human. There is nothing alien about her.

@hannah_kumaden: @kat_mccloud:

“Interesting. Nice name, by the way,” The Professor weaved and bobbed his head as he examined the blade, which upon closer inspection, revealed to be the “Starblade”, “The Starblade, I presume.”

He had recognized the intricately carved wristband on Kat’s wrist. He had remembered tales his mother used to tell to them about how the Starblade was used to turn the tide of battles, and how many, noble women had wielded it. It was also a subject taught in his weapon’s class back on Xenon. It could shift into a plethora of weapons, and was made out of a very, sturdy material. He had remembered as much as he could about it with his alien brain, but, much to his displeasure, he could not discover its origins.

The thought of his mother drew a somber, almost sad expression when he remembered his mother. His eyes watered a bit, and he wiped his eyes saying:

“Oh, man, the air must be musty or something.”

He then sprang at once at his full height, and proceeded to mumble to himself for a few seconds, his back turned to Kat, before facing her again.

“I have a plan. A plan that will end this war without bloodshed, but if it fails, then we might have to kill,” The Professor strode about, so full of himself, so brash, “We need to get to Queen Agatha’s throne room, and then, I handle the rest, which means I will talk and threaten and have a laser sword to her neck. Something along those lines.”

The Professor stopped striding back and forth like a shark, and faced Kat, a charming grin on his face.

“I have the fastest form of transportation, faster than any other. Almost instantaneous. We should get in their easily.”

The Professor was ready to leave, and pulled out his Sonic-Tool, a long rod with a small button and a small crystal on the end. The tool buzzed, and, suddenly, a red box teleported next to the Professor. It was tall, and had the words ‘Phonebooth’ written on the top of it.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to ask. Are you going to come with me?” The Professor said, as he opened the door a crack, slightly revealing a glowing light inside, and it appeared to hold more that it showed on the outside.

"Thanks." Kat says to the compliment about her name and gives a nod when he names the Starblade.

Kat looks at him with curiosity, wondering if it was truly the musty air that was making his eyes water or if he was crying and trying to hide it. But she would not press, it's not her business what he was going through. Instead, she waits. What the Professor says next was a bit unexpected. She was about to ask what kind of magic allowed him to teleport himself from one place to the next, but then she sees that strange device in his hands.

Kat is nearly started at the sudden appearance of the Professor's phonebooth. She stares at it as if transfixed and although Kat could read, she has no idea what 'phonebooth' means and blinks a few times both in wonder and curiosity.

After Kat looks inside the strange booth, looking like it was so much bigger inside than out, Kat nearly forgot the Professor even asked a question. "I'm sorry, what?" She asks, tearing her eyes away and looking at him, "Oh! Right, um, well...you probably shouldn't go alone so I'll go with you, watchyour back. But I'll be honest, I don't think threats will end this war but for the Queen's sake, we must try to end this the way she would prefer."

Looking at the booth again, then to the Professor, "What kind of Sorcerer are you? I have never seen anything like this before."

@edwin_blake said:

@agatha_romado@admirallogic

"My problem with them is not the people themselves, but their strategic location. I'll go for the ones in the most worrysome locations, along with the largest village. This should scare the other villages enough that they relocate into your kingdom and pledge their allegiance. As for your messengers, there will be no need. That country is notorious enough already. Also, I'll leave a few survivors and make it so that they're sure it was Eneva's warriors."

He still possessed True Dark etched upon his back; a series of spells capable of deceiving eyes, as well as providing him with offensive magic. Edwin continued on.

"Vencenta would probably kill all the men, and take evey child and woman captive. I'll have a... friend take care of that menial part. They will be disposed of properly."

Perhaps it would be time to use Pandora's Box. He hadn't had the need for summons in a few years, but it was not like he would, or could, forget the specific combinations to activate the power of the artifact.

"Their mages tend to use lightning, correct? Now, I might have just the thing."

He gently tapped his right arm. Aeris, the power of the sky.

"It could be done tonight. Do I have your permission, my queen."

She smiled inside, This is turning out just right. she thought.

She nodded to him, "Yes." Looking off to the side for a moment she added, "One more thing. I appreciate your alliance. These variable may just be enough."

Her eyes lost focus with the world at present, although the rest of her senses did not. I just hope none of the other queens have had similar plans. If they should gain allies of power I am not sure if these two will be enough, even they can only be in so many places at once. If only I could perfect the illusionary magic. That would give me a much bigger advantage. Or ice or fire, either would become my turning point in this war. Threaten their crops and they will fall like rocks during an avalanche, I just have to make sure I'm not in the path.

@kat_mccloud: (OOC: Sorry that I took so long.)

“Well, not really. I’m a sorcerer,” The Professor paused for a dramatic effect, “of science.”

Smiling with glee, he flung the door open, revealing the inside of his red phone booth, which contained a room with walls of bronze, and a central, long tube with several control panels with wires, levers, and all other kinds of controls. Basically, it was bigger on the inside. The central consoles were a mess of wires,and whatnot, but the Professor loved it as it is. Striding inside with swagger, he took off his coat, and placed it on the railing.

Time to get my game face on.

Firing up the Time-Space Flux Capacitor, which was a small bronze and black lever, The Professor flipped some levers up, and turned a few knobs, flicking a few switches, and then pressing a big green button. He had his hand on the final lever, ready to pull it.

“I’m a time and space traveller, and I travel to other dimensions. I protect all of the multiverse, and prevent terrible events from becoming reality. I’m a madman with a red box. Any questions?”

He stood there with swagger, and confidence, as if he didn’t care if he could die once he steps into Agatha’s territory. The Professor grinned with a smile that could shine on the whole world.

“Now, come on! We’re wasting daylight!”