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Post by David Lightningsword on Dec 28, 2014 21:34:54 GMT -5
Talion.. The Lone Ranger.. He had never met any of his kind, save for his mother.. but it had been a 100 years since her death..and he walked the land alone. For 100 years, he wandered the land, serving justice to those who served the king.. or at least had done wrong. He was not only the Lone Ranger, but the Thorn... the Thorn in the backside of the Empire. He never felt the caress of a women's touch, not the companionship of anyone. That was why he was known as the Lone Ranger, because he was alone, and had been for 100 years. He was not even a full Ranger, but a Half one.. Half Ranger and Half Elf.. which was why he could do more magic than most Rangers. This was mostly how he survived the last 100 years. Them being bleak and dull.. that was until the Varden attacked.
Talion bidded his time, doing what he could to help, but he disagreed with a lot of the Varden's methods, so did not join them.. not until they were at the gates of Uru'baen.. He had seen his chance.. his chance to get his inheritance. He fought.. and finally found a weapon which would never break..and a companion. The Eldunari of his father's dragon.. Talot of the Purple scales.
Now Talion traveled the land again.. but he searched for one last thing.. one of his kind. He wanted to belong to something again.. now that his thirst for vengeance was full filled.
He was on a road back to Uru'baen..now Illera again. He needed some more things from his old home before he set out again. He was on a commandeered horse with Dauth belted to his belt, and Talot, like always , on his back. He pulled the horse to a stop when Talot warned him "I sense a presence ahead. I would prepare yourself Talion." Talion gripped his sword handle and prepared for attack.
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Post by Brenton on Dec 29, 2014 0:01:15 GMT -5
Bolt Sartorisson, a name that few would ever remember hearing but would certainly never get the chance to hear from him. This was for the fact that the 200 year old Ranger was forced into a life of running and hiding from others of his race even though he was innocent. So today the man had changed his hair to a light shade of reddish brown and his eyes a green hue. He had also taken the time to pull his headband the family crest upon it down over his right eye. His attire was the same of course, as few people would give him a second glance, but still the Exiled Ranger checked to ensure his face was covered by the mask.
Suddenly Bolt felt a strange need to run from his position, not as strong as when a Ranger "bloodhound" was after him but still it felt like a familiar presence. Only someone with Ranger blood gave him that sense of foreboding dread and so his hands instantly were occupied by a sword and throwing knife. He would go down fighting if it were his time to die but not another way. As Bolt readied his knife he saw that the person was a male and didn't appear to be Ranger bred. That could have meant he was raised away their home land. Slowly the Exiled Ranger sheathed his weapons and dropped to the dirt, scooping up some on his fingers and tracing the warding sign for peace that originated with his people.
Greetings fellow traveler, my name is Bo of the Hadarac Desert. Please forgive me for drawing weapons but for days now these pesky soldiers have been attacking left and right. Good! A story tinged with aspects of the truth which would seem harmless but to an Alagaesian would explain his Ranger accent. Now hopefully this man would buy the story.
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Post by David Lightningsword on Dec 29, 2014 12:08:03 GMT -5
Talion saw..and heard, that indeed this man had to be a ranger.. or had spent a great deal of time with them. SOmething of his demeonor told him that when the man spoke, he was not telling the whole truth. It was through Talion's eyes and ears that Talot saw this as well, and advised neadlessly "He lies. Maybe not a whole lie..but it neither a whole truth as well." This caused Talion to mentally sigh and say impatiently "I know that. I am no longer a child Talot, I have learned much since your fall, otherwise I would have never made it to this day." It was Talot's turn to sigh at this, saying softly "I know, little one." The old dragon remembered the old days, when Talion used to look forward to nothing else than to ride upon the purple dragon's back..and to hear tales of his and his riders travels throughout Alagesia.
Talion hoped off his horse, pulling Dauth from its sheath, the purple blade glinting in the light. "Greetings Bo of the Hadarac Desert. I am Talion of Illera. While I agree with you that the road is dangerous, It is not because of soldiers any more. I take it you do not know of the Varden's victory over the Empire?" The Lone Ranger said in his deep but commanding voice.
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Post by Brenton on Dec 29, 2014 14:03:27 GMT -5
As Talion drew his sword and mentioned that the Warden had beat the Empire, Bolt reacted instinctively. His hands flew with the speed of an elf while he jumped back. Uzu'takl rested in his right hand while a throwing knife was in his left. Stay your blade, Ranger, else I show you what I do to the other lackeys who search for me. I am falsely accused but I am not afraid to cut down these hunters like you to live another day.
With a half smirk that couldn't be seen, Bolt spoke yet again. And for someone known as the Exiled Ranger, Empire troops are not the issue. I would tell you the story but Uzu'takl would sooner take your life.
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Post by David Lightningsword on Dec 29, 2014 19:32:35 GMT -5
Talion reacted instantly, he hefted Dauth and stood in a ready stance, while Talot prepared his mind to attack the other man. Talion, however, laughed at the mans words "Hunter? me? The only people I have ever hunted are those who were connected to the rise of Galbatorix.. or those who served him and did evil in his name. I am not who you think I am.. You may know me by another name."
He then said, using the Exiled Ranger's own phrase "And for Someone known as the Lone Ranger, A simple blade, named or not, are no issue." Talot was dying to reval himself to scare the exiled ranger, but Talion urged him to remain hidden, at least until the Exiled Ranger made his move
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Post by Brenton on Dec 29, 2014 20:17:51 GMT -5
Uzu'takl is no ordinary blade and I am no ordinary Ranger. Yet if you do not recognize the crest on my headband then you must not be from the home land. Because of that I am willing to calm down and have a civilized conversation. But first I will let you know that I am not Bo of the Hadarac. My name is Bolt Sartorisson, the Exiled Ranger, Master of the Nine Spirits, and the bearer of Uzu'takl the NIne Spirits. Your power scares me no more than a minnow would and a dragon is just slightly bigger a threat than a human to me.
With that he sheathed his weapons once more and held his hand out in a slightly friendly gesture. This was no time to fight between the two of them. The Lone Ranger was legendary is Alagaesia and as far as he could tell he wasn't an enemy of the Exiled Ranger.
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Post by David Lightningsword on Dec 31, 2014 13:12:16 GMT -5
Talion actually let a small smile form on his face as he showed off his deep purple blade "Nor is Dauth. A Riders blade is never ordinary" He then sheathed Dauth, patting his horse which he knew was planning on bolting away. He figured it was time to feed it a little more juice, so he rested his hand on its head and let his mind magic take over. His arm and eyes glowed blue as he whispered commandingly "You..are..mine!" he then pulled his hand away, the horses eyes glowing blue again thanks to the mind control.
"Forgive me, but why were you exiled.. Bolt?" He asked, curiously. He ignored the warning from Talot to mind his own business.. Boasting or or not about power, Talion was confident that if he attacked, Talion and Talot combined could take him on. No one alive could rival his power in mind control after all. That included most riders as well. While they could break the mind, he could break and control the mind. As his control of the horse was a great example.
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Post by Brenton on Dec 31, 2014 15:24:15 GMT -5
I was in the higher ranks of the guards, like a sort of special forces unit, and it was an ordinary day. But when I arrived at the palace it seemed off so I ran into all the rooms. It was I who found the slain member of the royal family, body still warm. That was when the guards deemed it necessary to enter and they assumed it was I. The true punishment for such a crime is execution but I jumped through the window and ran. Since then I have been on a self placed exile from my people and have been slaying any hunters who catch me.
Bolt saw no reason not to answer the question but he didn't give any details past that. It was just not like him to tell someone about who he was even if they were like him in a manner. With a sigh, the Exiled Ranger ran his finger over the scar on his eye absent mindedly. A silent reminder that he was always in danger no matter where he was.
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Post by David Lightningsword on Dec 31, 2014 18:51:02 GMT -5
Talion nodded sadly. He for one never had any contact with any Rangers, so knew little of their Hierarchy. He never felt like he had a place amongst his kind, being half elf, and growing up with elves and humans. When His father mother and fathers dragon fell, he did not feel like he could go to the rangers for sanctuary. Nor the elves. He belonged no where.. He walked the land alone. He was the Lone Ranger after all. Even with Talot, he was still the Lone Ranger, as he had no physical contact..and to Alagaesia, he was still alone.
"That is a shame" Was all the Lone Ranger said. He could not give much insight on it, given the fact he knew nothing of his kind, had no contact with his kind. "If you gather evidence.. you could prove your innocence, and return to your former position." He offered
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Post by Brenton on Jan 1, 2015 11:25:13 GMT -5
Bolt shook his head forlornly, knowing it was just wishful thinking to return without any repercussions for his actions. I may be innocent on that charge but the number of hunters I have killed would more than make up for it in the long run. I can't return and that works for me anyhow. Maybe it's just the fact that I can roam free here but it feels better in Alagaesia.
Suddenly he felt it, the slight chill in his bones as all animals went silent and then small scuffling feet could be heard faintly from the alley. Hunters! They had caught up to him yet again. In a blur Uzu'takl was drawn and the Exiled Ranger was beheading yet another hunter. The other two saw their companion fall with ease and fled for their lives. One criminal wasn't worth this no matter who he happened to kill in the past.
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Post by David Lightningsword on Jan 1, 2015 23:27:26 GMT -5
"Talion. Hunters!" Talot warned the Ranger. Talion was only slightly slower on the uptake than Bolt was. When bolt had slain the hunters who had attacked him, the two remaining hunters fled. Talion pulled out his enchanted bow with the magic arrows Talion liked to call Elfshot.. it did more damage than normal arrows.. and had different effects upon impact.. sometimes the person burst into flames, other times his mind would fall to Talion..and other times it would incapacitate the target. The first one fell to white and blue flames, the second would fall victim to the last effect mentioned.
Talion then walked over to the hunter, but said to Bolt "It was self defense, once your innocence has been proven, that shall be taken into account. I can take the information needed to gain access to the scene of the crime from this hunter's mind. I could help you Bolt" Talion picked up the limp man and got ready to enter his mind.
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Post by Brenton on Jan 10, 2015 17:49:26 GMT -5
Bolt sighed and shook his head slowly, fearful that no matter what he brought in as evidence it wouldn't be enough. Finally he looked over at the hunters and smiled to himself before responding to Talion and his question. "No, being exiled has given me the time to enjoy life like I never would have in the royal court. Even if it dishonors the Sartori Manor and my family, I must live out my days as an outcast. Thank you anyhow, Talion."
He brushed a stray lock of hair aside and motioned toward the populated inn where ale would sure to be served to all. "Would you like to go sit down and have a drink? Maybe I could answer any questions you have about the Rangers and their hierarchy. It might even be refreshing."
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Post by David Lightningsword on Jan 23, 2015 21:37:25 GMT -5
(Sorry, in the middle of exams, but I'll push to get this post out as you have been waiting long enough)
Talion sighed, as he thought Bolt may be a happier man if he did not have to worry about hunters hunting him all the time. He could still travel and be free, but without the fear of waking up to a knife at his throat. "It might grant you peace Bolt.. but if that is what you wish" He pulled the last man up by the throat and said deathly quiet "Tell the king that if he sends more people after this innocent man, he will have the Lone Ranger to deal with. Now go, before I change my mind" He threw the man away, who quickly ran in the opposite direction.
Talion pondered this option. He, as a rule, did not socialize with others and was very rusty at it. To learn more of his kind, however, was an opportunity he could not pass up, and gave a nod "After you." He gestured for bolt to go ahead.
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