Oathkeeper: Removing formatting issues

2013-12-08T04:25:12Z

Removing formatting issues

Fee: Fixed a quick lil' typo on my part

2013-05-24T04:02:47Z

Fixed a quick lil' typo on my part

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 :'''[[Seith]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Cornelia has been fairly peaceful as of late. Nice white idyllic clouds crowning over its head and a nice blue sky to go with it. Heartless are kept at bay by the brave soldiers of this kingdom. There's of course the upheaval now and again when a Shadow breaks through, but vigilance is at an all time high!<br /><br />Yet, nothing can be done about things when a Shadow Lord decides to bring some 'interesting moments' to the kingdom. Enjoying nothing less but to put 'heroes' to the test, a man in black heavy armored garb and horns steps into the kingdom through its front gates, throwing the two guards that stand at its entrance aside as if they were nothing with the power of Gravity - and continues further into the city. A series of heartless pop from the ground and quickly spread out to keep soldiers busy and strike terror into the hearts of those that live within the city.<br /><br />And the man - Seith - continues forwards until he stands at the plaza at the center of the city, and raises his voice; "Dare a Hero stand up to me!?" It is a very simple message. Timeless perhaps, even. An evil that challenges as hero.<br /><br />But is there a hero to be found in this ancient kingdom?
-:'''[[Morgan Albaste]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> Mayhaps Cornelia, even in days of old prior to the matter of 'Heartless', is accustomed to 'good versus bad'; 'light versus dark'; etcetera, etcetera. To think of this ancient kingdom going head-to-head with such an ordeal, one may consider a classic storybook tale... a knight charging off into battle, a King sounding the call. Oldschool. Right...?<br /><br /> Case in point: Heartless. A new Evil; still a grand unknown to those who live in this backwater kingdom. Cornelia, though perhaps destined to pony up and figure out better defenses, is for now prone to the activities of the Heartless and their leaders. The two guards, as they are flung aside, are a prime example of this. Cornelia just /isn't/ properly equipped... and the denizens -- for there are quite a few -- who witness Seith's arrival are quick to be stirred into a panic. Some try to flee, shuttering themselves away into houses and storefronts. Other guards, having seen their comrades flattered by that nasty spell, hesitate just /barely/.. like nervous cattle, they skirt the center of town and try to figure out the best manner in which to approach. They're not afraid, they're just uncertain.. blind-sided. What other sorcery is afoot here?!<br /><br /> One Cornelian 'felt' this energy even before it came through the gates... it was a feeling that was enough to pull her from a /very/ in-depth project and sit at her sewing table, white as a ghost, for a few minutes. WHat is it about this aura that Morgan Albaste finds so frightful, and so familiar...? One must give the Elf credit, alas; she did not stay indoors. She left her home, as if drawn out via means beyond her control. She just cannot hide from this feeling anymore, this fear that has governed her life and left her stagnant with murky memories.<br /><br /> "What do you hope to gain by troubling a small kingdom such as this? Where is the challenge? For shame!" Flutes a woman's voice, responding to Rain with the barest bit of trepidation. Should he glance in the direction of the jab, he will see a tall Elven woman in dark, feminine robes of wine red and black. Though she strives to hold her head high, she appears a touch pale due to nerves. THose at Morgan's side stir uneasily... why is the town seamstress calling this foreboding man on his intrusion?!
+:'''[[Morgan Albaste]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> Mayhaps Cornelia, even in days of old prior to the matter of 'Heartless', is accustomed to 'good versus bad'; 'light versus dark'; etcetera, etcetera. To think of this ancient kingdom going head-to-head with such an ordeal, one may consider a classic storybook tale... a knight charging off into battle, a King sounding the call. Oldschool. Right...?<br /><br /> Case in point: Heartless. A new Evil; still a grand unknown to those who live in this backwater kingdom. Cornelia, though perhaps destined to pony up and figure out better defenses, is for now prone to the activities of the Heartless and their leaders. The two guards, as they are flung aside, are a prime example of this. Cornelia just /isn't/ properly equipped... and the denizens -- for there are quite a few -- who witness Seith's arrival are quick to be stirred into a panic. Some try to flee, shuttering themselves away into houses and storefronts. Other guards, having seen their comrades flattered by that nasty spell, hesitate just /barely/.. like nervous cattle, they skirt the center of town and try to figure out the best manner in which to approach. They're not afraid, they're just uncertain.. blind-sided. What other sorcery is afoot here?!<br /><br /> One Cornelian 'felt' this energy even before it came through the gates... it was a feeling that was enough to pull her from a /very/ in-depth project and sit at her sewing table, white as a ghost, for a few minutes. WHat is it about this aura that Morgan Albaste finds so frightful, and so familiar...? One must give the Elf credit, alas; she did not stay indoors. She left her home, as if drawn out via means beyond her control. She just cannot hide from this feeling anymore, this fear that has governed her life and left her stagnant with murky memories.<br /><br /> "What do you hope to gain by troubling a small kingdom such as this? Where is the challenge? For shame!" Flutes a woman's voice, responding to Seith with the barest bit of trepidation. Should he glance in the direction of the jab, he will see a tall Elven woman in dark, feminine robes of wine red and black. Though she strives to hold her head high, she appears a touch pale due to nerves. THose at Morgan's side stir uneasily... why is the town seamstress calling this foreboding man on his intrusion?!
 :'''[[Seith]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>The man has brought out a massive staff by the time that Morgan dares bring herself outside of her own home, and is pointing it at the guards who are circling him with uncertainty. Heartless rush them, trying to weed out the weak. Anyone who could not deal with a few soldiers and shadows was not enough to face him.<br /><br />When that female voice touches the air, Seith stands with his back towards her. "The challenge is to find a Hero in a small kingdom such as this! To find strength! It is that simple." He declares and then slowly turns around, letting the metalic staff come to life; two massive purple-energy blades appearing on either side, making it appear as a double-bladed scythe.<br /><br />The man turns, and points it at the woman, hoping to see a female warrior of some sorts. But what he finds instead is...<br /><br />"... Morgan." His heart skips a beat, and his lips press firmly together after speaking that name. It's obvious that her presence has moved this man. It has moved him to be entirely, and completely... /still/. Like a statue in impressive armor. His gaze captures the entirety of the woman.<br /><br />The red and black robes. The pale skin. The perfect lines. And elf. How long had it not been, besides the Dark Elf that is Morrighan, that he'd seen one of his own kind. But far more dire...<br /><br />How long has it been since he'd seen Morgan?<br /><br />His brow furrows, and he tries to shove aside his moment of weakness. "I desire to see a warrior! Not a pup that has lost its master." He sounds angry, like she is something personal to him. But does she even recognize him? Never in this armor, that is certain. Not with these horns.

An unexpected hero - Revision history

Oathkeeper: Removing formatting issues

Fee: Fixed a quick lil' typo on my part

Oathkeeper: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2013/04/21 |Location=Cornelia |Synopsis=Seith wanders into Cornelia looking for a hero. What he finds is... far worse. |Cast of Characters=Morgan A..."