And now, after a short hiatus, we will return to the Arquenia Saga by beginning Book II: The Northlands... There is going to be some different stuff this time. I will now have the schedule about writing about the Xavier Team on Tuesdays, and writing about anything else in the world of Arquenia on Saturdays...
Part XXXVII: Team of Seven
Date: Yippah 4th, 114 A.U.
There was a loud grounding noise as the long concealed doors in the side of the mountain slowly creaked open for the first time in over a hundred years. Pieces of rock fell down, falling on the ground as the doors slid open to reveal the blackness behind it. Two shining beams of light shone out of it.
From out of the darkness, a slick low-hovering air ship moved out from under it, dust swirling underneath it, as it moved out from the doors, which slowly grinded shut behind it. The air ship moved forth for the first time in years, and away from where it had been stored for the many years since the Great Upheaval.
It was free.
A human named Astrid… …A healer for the party…
Astrid looked out the window at the mountainous landscape as it moved by, Monty beside her. The last couple weeks had been so busy… they had almost made her forget what she had done. Almost. Astrid bit her lip and she thought back at the hectic planning that had eventually led into a fluid ceremony where the members of the Xavier team had been appointed and sent out on their mission a couple hours ago. And the hypocrisy of it. That they were going to send a murderer out to try and stop the elves. That they actually thought she was worthy to fight against the elves.
She wasn’t.
An elf with ambition… … An outlaw yet by birth
Rider looked forward as the air ship moved forward through the mountains and his mind flirted back to his past—about the last time he had been out here in the open. Jaigran Outlaw, an elf who had been named after the fabled Emperor of the elves. It was his unusual last name that had elected him to be a member of the prophesy. It was his frightening first name that led him to take the nickname of Rider.
And it was the same name that almost was a hint of whom he had become: how he had fled from the elves and found those rebels that still fought against the elves, continually pressing and working, mostly with the dwarves, to get their leaders to fight actively against the dwarves until an emissary from Araelia found him and brought him to meet Governor Astrid and join the prophesy.
So that he could use his ambition to destroy the elves.
A Sla’ad will lead the group… … One who saw a slaughter great
Reynyagn checked the equipment at the front of the old machine to make sure that it was still running well. It still seemed to be working fine, despite being hardly used since the Great Upheaval. The Great Upheaval. Reynyagn’s mind went back to that day when the elves began their attack on the inhabitants of Arquenia and committed themselves to a rigorous onslaught that brought about their rise to rule…
It had been on that day that Reynyagn had been finally made free from his previous captors and found his way to discover a small group of Sla’ad trying to survive. And it was then that he used all of his previous experiment to lead them and help them to be able to survive the horror of the days to come.
And now, he didn’t know if they still lived.
An orc will help… … One will betray his friends
Number 994 didn’t particularly care for his part of the prophesy—if it was indeed a prophesy—and he found it kind of outrageous as well. That he would betray his friends? He hadn’t betrayed them… Number 994 was racking up a wealth of information to be able to help to destroy the rebels once he returned to the Mothership.
And friends? For an orc, that sort of thing was an abomination. That a true-bred orc would have friends? It was an abomination, one that would only tear himself from the main cause. An abomination. Number 994 was slightly amused by the long speech and presentation that led up to the appointment of the Xavier Team. To think that seven people would be able to destroy the power of the Emperor.
Pure folly.
…will help elf… …another will lose them all!
Zarien wished that the prophesy had been otherwise. That something else would have been prophesied about one of the two elves. That he would keep them all, instead of lose them all. Was his life all in the hands of fate? Was it fate that stripped him of his comrades and made him to lose his leg?
Was there a greater purpose in all of this?
Goblin will show great expertise... … A warrior seeks to lead and yet it won’t be granted him.
Flek wasn’t completely sure why he was the one who sought to lead… Why was it him who wanted to lead and yet unable to do so? He understood why he was the warrior… and it was to his misfortune that let him know why he had great expertise, but why did he seek to lead? And what would the fact that he wouldn’t be granted that leadership entail for their party and their success?
You know, Flek.
A dwarf who has a sign upon his head for his fixed place… … one who bears Old Weapons.
Jroldin hesitantly put the golden corsha axe back into the box that he had originally found it in. According to Brother Tomas’ indication, the strange corsha weapon he had found was once the Old Weapon of the Dwarves, a powerful artifact that once had great importance before it mysteriously disappeared. And ever so mysteriously reappeared when Jroldin happened to find it. He didn’t know what it was, but it was an Old Weapon. And Brother Tomas was sure that the prophesy had caused him to find it.
Jroldin was disturbed by that fact.
Seven members of the prophesy looked ahead to their quest along with their comrades: Reklen, Monty, and Brother Tomas all looking ahead to the demise of the elves. That their group of seven, along with their three companions, might be able to strike down the elven tyranny.
Part XXXVII: Team of Seven
Date: Yippah 4th, 114 A.U.
There was a loud grounding noise as the long concealed doors in the side of the mountain slowly creaked open for the first time in over a hundred years. Pieces of rock fell down, falling on the ground as the doors slid open to reveal the blackness behind it. Two shining beams of light shone out of it.
From out of the darkness, a slick low-hovering air ship moved out from under it, dust swirling underneath it, as it moved out from the doors, which slowly grinded shut behind it. The air ship moved forth for the first time in years, and away from where it had been stored for the many years since the Great Upheaval.
It was free.
A human named Astrid… …A healer for the party…
Astrid looked out the window at the mountainous landscape as it moved by, Monty beside her. The last couple weeks had been so busy… they had almost made her forget what she had done. Almost. Astrid bit her lip and she thought back at the hectic planning that had eventually led into a fluid ceremony where the members of the Xavier team had been appointed and sent out on their mission a couple hours ago. And the hypocrisy of it. That they were going to send a murderer out to try and stop the elves. That they actually thought she was worthy to fight against the elves.
She wasn’t.
An elf with ambition… … An outlaw yet by birth
Rider looked forward as the air ship moved forward through the mountains and his mind flirted back to his past—about the last time he had been out here in the open. Jaigran Outlaw, an elf who had been named after the fabled Emperor of the elves. It was his unusual last name that had elected him to be a member of the prophesy. It was his frightening first name that led him to take the nickname of Rider.
And it was the same name that almost was a hint of whom he had become: how he had fled from the elves and found those rebels that still fought against the elves, continually pressing and working, mostly with the dwarves, to get their leaders to fight actively against the dwarves until an emissary from Araelia found him and brought him to meet Governor Astrid and join the prophesy.
So that he could use his ambition to destroy the elves.
A Sla’ad will lead the group… … One who saw a slaughter great
Reynyagn checked the equipment at the front of the old machine to make sure that it was still running well. It still seemed to be working fine, despite being hardly used since the Great Upheaval. The Great Upheaval. Reynyagn’s mind went back to that day when the elves began their attack on the inhabitants of Arquenia and committed themselves to a rigorous onslaught that brought about their rise to rule…
It had been on that day that Reynyagn had been finally made free from his previous captors and found his way to discover a small group of Sla’ad trying to survive. And it was then that he used all of his previous experiment to lead them and help them to be able to survive the horror of the days to come.
And now, he didn’t know if they still lived.
An orc will help… … One will betray his friends
Number 994 didn’t particularly care for his part of the prophesy—if it was indeed a prophesy—and he found it kind of outrageous as well. That he would betray his friends? He hadn’t betrayed them… Number 994 was racking up a wealth of information to be able to help to destroy the rebels once he returned to the Mothership.
And friends? For an orc, that sort of thing was an abomination. That a true-bred orc would have friends? It was an abomination, one that would only tear himself from the main cause. An abomination. Number 994 was slightly amused by the long speech and presentation that led up to the appointment of the Xavier Team. To think that seven people would be able to destroy the power of the Emperor.
Pure folly.
…will help elf… …another will lose them all!
Zarien wished that the prophesy had been otherwise. That something else would have been prophesied about one of the two elves. That he would keep them all, instead of lose them all. Was his life all in the hands of fate? Was it fate that stripped him of his comrades and made him to lose his leg?
Was there a greater purpose in all of this?
Goblin will show great expertise... … A warrior seeks to lead and yet it won’t be granted him.
Flek wasn’t completely sure why he was the one who sought to lead… Why was it him who wanted to lead and yet unable to do so? He understood why he was the warrior… and it was to his misfortune that let him know why he had great expertise, but why did he seek to lead? And what would the fact that he wouldn’t be granted that leadership entail for their party and their success?
You know, Flek.
A dwarf who has a sign upon his head for his fixed place… … one who bears Old Weapons.
Jroldin hesitantly put the golden corsha axe back into the box that he had originally found it in. According to Brother Tomas’ indication, the strange corsha weapon he had found was once the Old Weapon of the Dwarves, a powerful artifact that once had great importance before it mysteriously disappeared. And ever so mysteriously reappeared when Jroldin happened to find it. He didn’t know what it was, but it was an Old Weapon. And Brother Tomas was sure that the prophesy had caused him to find it.
Jroldin was disturbed by that fact.
Seven members of the prophesy looked ahead to their quest along with their comrades: Reklen, Monty, and Brother Tomas all looking ahead to the demise of the elves. That their group of seven, along with their three companions, might be able to strike down the elven tyranny.
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