Altemier
04-03-2008, 01:44 AM
"Is there truly any other way?"
"I know, but it just seems too odd to leave such power in a mortal's, any mortal's, hand! It is by far a grave decision!"
The two were talking like this for hours, the great God avatar, with his muscles flexing every word. The blonde hair that showed great luster, long and droopy. He continued to talk to the elven-like humanoid. This was but a messenger in the God's ploy. The realm was being troubled by evil, so the god must act musn't he? Ending the conversation, the elf left the room of his great God and headed to claim a chariot of fire to head down from the heavens. He knows that this mission must be completed, otherwise the world could be captured.
The elf knew little details of how or why the world was in danger, or the small white stone's powers were, but he knew it was important. Once upon his chariot, he raced downward to the mortal world. All this elf really knew of this journey was that he was to place this relic so adventurers could cross it. Why the god would trust all the greedy races of mortals, he did not know, but he would never judge his lord.
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Altemier rode his horse in from the mountains that very same night the messenger had left his realm. He headed for the small outpost of settlers where he had made his home for the month. The rangers stoic features shone through his hood of the cloak. His pointed ears twitched at every slight sound. He was an elf, graceful, elegant, passionate elf. As he rode along the dusty trails that marked the path, the forest grew less thick. Soon the ocean of trees was parting into a wide field with the town's gate at the edge of the forest.
He rode in to the tavern's area. It had it's own stable where Altemier gladly placed his horse, with its white mane flowing and not a speck of dirt on it. Altemier quickly tied the beast to one of the few unused poles. The tavern was crowded for being a small town, all because most people in this town are hardy settlers who relax here at the only elegance in a span of 50 miles. Altemier bounced to the door with a spring in his step. He was simply happy. He was living his free life and just wanted to cool down as a patron of a bar for the knight. He adjusted his bown upon his shoulders and felt for the hilt of his two enchanted kukris. They were an odd weapon for melee fighting, but always a preferred choice for Altemier.
As Altemier walked through the double-doors, he felt so out of place with rowdy humans everywhere and not an elf in sight. The noise was somewhat bearable, but very loud to the sensitive ears of the elf. Men were at every part of the bar, some getting into fights while others were too drunk to even remember how drunk they were. There was one opening, a spot at the counter, so Altemier gladly ran and took a seat in the lone spot. He knocked on the table twice and then a glass of water slid toward him. Altemier was a usual patron here, even though many others where not. The bartender knew him well. He might be considered a friend. Altemier quietly sipped at his water in his hand, his white cloak flowing out, just like he usually did. There he sat, trying to concentrate on what to do next. The bar really was crowded that night.
***So, I haven't RPed in forever, I mean forever, but I am going to do this anyway. Please respect y thread and be serious when RPing. I am going to mess up somewhat cause I haven't RPed for awhile, but have fun anyway. It probably isn't the best of work, but nobodys the best at everything.***
"I know, but it just seems too odd to leave such power in a mortal's, any mortal's, hand! It is by far a grave decision!"
The two were talking like this for hours, the great God avatar, with his muscles flexing every word. The blonde hair that showed great luster, long and droopy. He continued to talk to the elven-like humanoid. This was but a messenger in the God's ploy. The realm was being troubled by evil, so the god must act musn't he? Ending the conversation, the elf left the room of his great God and headed to claim a chariot of fire to head down from the heavens. He knows that this mission must be completed, otherwise the world could be captured.
The elf knew little details of how or why the world was in danger, or the small white stone's powers were, but he knew it was important. Once upon his chariot, he raced downward to the mortal world. All this elf really knew of this journey was that he was to place this relic so adventurers could cross it. Why the god would trust all the greedy races of mortals, he did not know, but he would never judge his lord.
**************************************** **************
Altemier rode his horse in from the mountains that very same night the messenger had left his realm. He headed for the small outpost of settlers where he had made his home for the month. The rangers stoic features shone through his hood of the cloak. His pointed ears twitched at every slight sound. He was an elf, graceful, elegant, passionate elf. As he rode along the dusty trails that marked the path, the forest grew less thick. Soon the ocean of trees was parting into a wide field with the town's gate at the edge of the forest.
He rode in to the tavern's area. It had it's own stable where Altemier gladly placed his horse, with its white mane flowing and not a speck of dirt on it. Altemier quickly tied the beast to one of the few unused poles. The tavern was crowded for being a small town, all because most people in this town are hardy settlers who relax here at the only elegance in a span of 50 miles. Altemier bounced to the door with a spring in his step. He was simply happy. He was living his free life and just wanted to cool down as a patron of a bar for the knight. He adjusted his bown upon his shoulders and felt for the hilt of his two enchanted kukris. They were an odd weapon for melee fighting, but always a preferred choice for Altemier.
As Altemier walked through the double-doors, he felt so out of place with rowdy humans everywhere and not an elf in sight. The noise was somewhat bearable, but very loud to the sensitive ears of the elf. Men were at every part of the bar, some getting into fights while others were too drunk to even remember how drunk they were. There was one opening, a spot at the counter, so Altemier gladly ran and took a seat in the lone spot. He knocked on the table twice and then a glass of water slid toward him. Altemier was a usual patron here, even though many others where not. The bartender knew him well. He might be considered a friend. Altemier quietly sipped at his water in his hand, his white cloak flowing out, just like he usually did. There he sat, trying to concentrate on what to do next. The bar really was crowded that night.
***So, I haven't RPed in forever, I mean forever, but I am going to do this anyway. Please respect y thread and be serious when RPing. I am going to mess up somewhat cause I haven't RPed for awhile, but have fun anyway. It probably isn't the best of work, but nobodys the best at everything.***