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The camp was a beehive of activity. Men and women bustled about, hurrying through their daily activities with the awesome speed of a whirlwind. In spite of the efficiency with which they accomplished each task, they never failed to acknowledge each other with a gentle meeting of their eyes and a respectful nod of their heads. They labored like the cogs of a gigantic, magnificent machine, and though they had to disperse at times to tackle a goal, they never stood alone. These men and women, though unrelated in blood, were closer in spirit than kin. They were comrades in battle, and friends beside the hearth. They were a family, tied together by a force that that was both uncanny and otherworldly.
But when a man emerged from one of the stone edifices and strolled his way through the waves of people, the whole camp slowed to watch. They observed, with pious respect, the man who wore the same uniform as his inferiors. The fabric of his clothing was just as muddied and tattered by wear, and yet he wore it like a king. He did not walk with a swagger of a man drunken with pride and intoxicated by misplaced notions of grandeur. This man walked like the others, though there was a bounce to his steps and a gentle strength to his mien that humbled even the mightiest kings and brought the boldest warriors to their knees. He had dark, unruly hair, and aureate eyes like liquid gold. They flowed and encapsulated every individual that entered into his field of vision, so that it seemed as though he saw them and nothing else.
He paused at times to spark a conversation with some of the men, and they would laugh heartily, while others would cluster around them, until there was a throng of merry and laughing men. Then he would leave and speak to another man, at times offering his opinion on some matter that burdened them, so that by the time he left, the load they shouldered was lighter and easier to bear. There were times, too, when he would pick up a man's axe, and demonstrating some slight alternation in posture, effortlessly chopped down a block of wood.
In this manner, their general inspected the members' progress, so that by the time he moved on the next person, the man behind him worked even harder than he had before. This man brought out the best in them. He made the common man rise to the height of titans. He armed the ordinary farmer with a sword of glorious light, so that they stood level with the knights of legend. He was the glue that held them together, and made a group of strangers a family.
As the hours passed, and he had examined every aspect of the camp, he found a seat on a wooden chair. Long, dexterous fingers traced the intricate lines woven into his skin as his mind drifted to a distant horizon. His thoughts flooded with images of maps, battle plans, and a wave of men surging forward with swords raised and eyes aglow. He thought of compassion, and bravery, and most importantly, freedom.
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The commotion that thrived through the city, the hum of energy, voices, laughter and hard work sounded loud in delicate ears. Nimble, slender digits traces sharp talons along the pane of the window which sat centre the northern wall of the room. The small chamber had been made the young Tieflings home a small while ago. The determination to right wrongs, and lead a better life had been heard loud and clear, and she had joined this family. She had been accepted unlike anywhere else. Drawing away from the window, she peeked in the small mirror hanging over the nightstand, and coursed slender digits through an unruly firery mane. In no mood to fuss with the shoulder length curls, and their unruly display. Leaving the stone structure she stepped out into the light of the day and into the busy flow of the city.
Light steps carried the slender frame of the tiefling through the streets. Her appearance differed greatly from the vast majority of those around her, but she was here for the same reason as they. Though their friendly, kind demeanor was met with an awkward forced smile, or a simple nod in their direction. Fyrei had difficulties maintaining a polite demeanor, it was often found easier for her kind to be mischevious, mean, and outright cruel. However, Fyrei had strayed from all that, granted she had a powerful bite, and a fierce temper, she could be kind and adorable given the right chance. Olive skin glittered in the given light, the translucent scales beneath her flesh reflecting like hard cold diamonds.
Eyes the color of molten fire blazed full of life as she studied the common workings of the inner city. She moved slowly, casually about, with the look of an enthused, curious child. Talon tipped digits brushed strands of red from her line of sight, and she paused. The echo of laughter causing elongated, pointed, ears to twitch. She turned in the direction to see that pecuilar man passing through from team to team, person to person. Enlightening them, bringing a sense of relief, and a lighter look upon their troubles. How one man could hold so much respect, so much power.. Fyrei hoped to learn from it one day, and better herself through it. For now she would enjoy her new mission in life, and give all that she could to ensure their victory.
Leaning against the shadowed wall of one of the buildings lining the city's exterior perimeter, Cale heaved a long sigh of breath. Fetching a canteen from his pocket, beautifully engraved and polished black marble, he took a few sips of the clear lifeblood within before putting the flask back in his satchel. The festivities going on within the city were never ones he found much liking to, despite his prominence as the haven's co-founder. As 'Commander Cale', it was his job to keep the people safe, and wield their military might with the strength and wisdom of someone much older than he, only a youth of twenty-one. Rather, he found solace in being alone. He preferred it that way, staying out of the public's eye...after all...no matter who he was, what he was would never change. The bittersweet taste of acceptance to this lingered on his tongue as he reached for his flask once again, perhaps seeking to take the taste from his mouth as he lingered in the quiet shadows.
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(Note: Takes place a month from the Resurrection project give or take)
Within the city, there was one amongst them who did not share the warmth of family, or the joy of companionship. He did not feel loyalty to his peers, except for a select few, or loyalty to the nation of Rosinder. It was an alien culture, an alien world that Velindrel long ago left behind when he first traveled to Genesaris. From Genesaris, Velindrel became a sanctioned employee of the Terrenus government. Casper. Palgard. The destruction of Palgard and all that he had come to love. That city had spelled doom for Velindrel and he had met with his first death, a necessary act for all young Elves. Velindrel buried himself in work. The army needed to have perfectly fashioned equipment, so he worked directly under the ranking officers of the guild. Cold now, Velindrel had lost most of the kind nature that once dominated his heart. He had a rough exterior now, and his eyes lost the gentle touch they owned before death. A darkness was growing in his heart like a parasite that resembled the darkness that once clouded the Elf when he was a member of The Harem. Velindrel could feel the corrupting darkness infesting him, but he did not voice opinions out loud. He kept to himself, he was a Mastersmith first and foremost. He had a reputation to uphold. Velindrel had become one of Terrenus' finest sanctioned employees.
In Palgard, he'd worked his own workshop as it's designated Mastersmith with a workforce of about 100 working men and women. Despite the growing cancer in his heart and soul, Velindrel was loyal. The Guild had sent agents to save the Elf from doom and found a way to bring him back to the coil of the living. Velindrel owed them all a debt he intended to pay off. Despite that, an angry, cold, detached shadow glistened in those Elven eyes. Velindrel worked to the point of exhaustion. His knuckles bled, his clothing were tattered and worn. His body had grown powerful. These days, he had a beard that decorated his face. Velindrel was currently working the forge and had no idea that the leader of the guild was walking amongst his "kin". Velindrel was working on a large project that could not be stalled. The soldiers in their military needed weapons of high caliber, and the city had a large shipment of materials.
Somehow, the small group of rebels had acquired support from other freedom fighters. Velindrel knew the logistics of the small mercenary army from his short time spent in Palgard. There in Palgard, Velindrel had spent a lot of time training to become an officer of Terrenus' powerful army. He had not managed to complete the training. Velindrel now had a new focus. He had to arm his kinsmen to the best of his capacity and not allow the despair of loosing his wife, Madeline, consume him. So he turned depression into drive, and sadness into focus. In silence, Velindrel was suffering as his heart grew lead. He had a weight on his soul. He knew it, it branded him with a visible mark on his ever-darkening halo.
Once the current task was completed, Velindrel took a rare break. He turned to look at his assistants. A small team of professional workers. "I am going to take a break for a few hours. I shall return when I am ready." Though Velindrel was intent on working himself to death, he was not a fool. He'd been given a second chance a life, to not repeat the mistakes of the last. But always, his thoughts went back to Madeline. The lost of his beautiful wife was too much for the Elf to bare, but he accepted the burden as chains upon his soul. Velindrel stepped outside into the afternoon. He'd been working for a week straight without rest. The project was almost completed and his assistance was no longer required. He could afford a break. Velindrel stood outside of the workshop for a few moments. His tribal marks had become different symbols all together. He wore the outfit of a worker...his eyes...cold to gaze upon.
Oh how they suffered at the terrible loss of Madeline Rahnarr.
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The smell of tea leaves and peppermint waft in the air as the rest of the herbal ointment was rubbed gently over the swollen tendons of the older woman's bruised hands. The older woman smiled warmly up at her while again gracing her with a heart-felt gratitude for her efforts. The ointment Carme had concocted was committed to memory through common knowledge amongst her people from back home. A basic healing rejuvenate developed for their tribe's warriors to contain and nullify all surface wounds within a short amount of time between battles. "Give it a couple of hours and you'll be good as new,"she instructed before strolling off to catch a few quiet moments of alone time. She'd been aiding in a few small groups on the camp grounds to the best of her abilities and had succeeded in carrying a few friendly informal conversations and was even successful in remembering a few collective names of those that had most stood out to her in labor and leisure however in the in all the faces seemed to blur together into one.
Nostalgic for home, she clung to the quiet assurance that these people and this particular cause reminded her most of what home had been for her, thus she would stick to it. She'd walked a few yards away from the populated camp central, taking up residence along the camp's bordering stone wall. She flips up the hood of her cloak to cast coal black hair and coffee brown almond shaped orbs into shadow. He lives. Read the message scrawled in slanted writing across the parchment she now retrieved from her pocket and unfolded to examine. Two simple words to the message was enough to change everything yet again in her world. Dictum Veritas was only part of the solution for ridding herself of the phantoms of her past. It was up to her to do the rest.
She rips the note up and tosses its shredded peices to the ground, her mood darkening all over again. There was so much to be done still and yet time was of the essence. So yes, the new family was a new beginning, but the rules of the game were as old as time itself and remained.
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How long had it been? Had he actually lost count? Day's seem to run into weeks and those weeks felt like months, though he had only met half of one. Could a person like him honestly live like this? It just wasn't his nature, this Robin Hood shit! Teri'us had always lived by the words "The strong will live and the weak shall die!", but now here he was walking amongst the streets and all he could see was the weak. The camp was like a festering wound with dirt shoved in it. The occupants like an infection, a virus, corroding the surface and multiplying in numbers.
A stray sigh of disappointment brought Teri'us eyes to a close as he had walked the same dirt path street almost one hundred times since he had first arrived. One of his old habits, was to familiarize his body with the surrounding area and already he knew this town well enough to navigate it with his eyes still closed. Though he opened them to watching his surrounding cautiously. It wasn't because he felt in dangered, it was because he didn't trust these people he barely knew them and was refusing to learn. The nods went on unanswered as he did well to ignore everyone.
Out of the corners of his eyes he spotted an old merchant who had given him a warm motherly smile every single time he had passed her since he stepped foot on their soil, no matter how many times he ignored her or seared angrily at her she always seemed just to smile. Teri'us was a pretty large man standing six foot one with wide broad shoulders and ripping physic even through the hooded sweatshirt the muscles in his arms and chest stood out intimidatingly, he was use to people being scared of him or challenging.
For the first time, the woman seemed to be distracted with another customer and paid him no mind. Perfect timing, weak people were the easiest of targets and this place was full of suckers to be had. Though his target was nothing more then an apple perched in a basket, it was good to sharpen up on the skills less it go to waste. Teri'us hands hands were in his pockets. Changing the angle in his gait, he inched closer to the merchant and her possessions, in a fluid movement he lifted his hand from his pocket and allowed it to fall into it natural swing. Like a pendulum with a hook at the end his swing was brought up just inches above natural and when it was swung back down the apple was clutch within grasp. As the it swung back forward he dropped it into his cargo pocket.
Teri'us had been feet from the woman and the man she speaking with and though they both looked to gaze up at the large man who came so close to them they none were aware of the actions that had smoothly taken place. He step around the man and kept his path. What waste... All of them...
"And you promise also to honor the laws of the Dictum Veritas?"
"Tsk, yeah, I said I'll be apart ya fuckin' Gang already, so quit pestering me, old man!"
Tsk... Teri'us stopped and reached his hand down into his cargo pocket pulling out the apple he had so easily boosted. For a moment he just stared at it, then he rose it up to his mouth and sank his teeth into the hard red skin. Turning around he walked back toward the merchant stand and without interrupting the woman speech of the item the man saw interest in he dropped several coins on the stand and turned away, taking another bite of the apple.
"Uhm, young man!"
Teri'us seemed to ignore her yet again, just raising his right hand out of his pocket to eye level and flicked his wrist as if he was shooing her off. He was well aware that he had over paid for one apple and didn't seem to mind. He headed for the heap of black smoke being pushed out of an over active warehouse. The moment he came into view of the front door he saw the Elven male he was all to acquainted with standing outside in reverie.
"This place is an eyesore..."
He stated bluntly, bringing the apple back up to his mouth he stabbed his teeth into it violently, while he stared at the Elven with daggers forest green eyes. How could he have been so careless as to underestimate this man?
"Why the hell am I here anyway? Shouldn't we be out savin' the world or whatever it is you guys do? ... And what the hell's been up wit' you? You've looked like someone killed your dog for weeks now."
To soon? Well how was he suppose to know. It wasn't like the Elven shared much of his past and even still who knew if he would sit long enough to listen. Teri'us was always restless and hardly stayed in one spot long and he was more then certain that he had spent way to long in this place.
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Let us bleed together.
The sun was particularly warm on this day, and thus she refused to allow to it elude her once more. Quietly she sat on the ground, her back against the cool stone wall of the facility. Clutched between her petite hands was a large cup of piping coffee, while a cigarette hung lazily between her thin lips. Her lids fluttered closed as she relished the feeling of the warmth on her cheeks, a warmth she rarely enjoyed these days.
Most of her time was spent inside, curled over top of files, stacks of intel, on whatever her next mission be. For the first time in her life she was no longer a free agent. This time she took orders, and plans could possibly change, and while this was nothing she couldn't handle, it did however mean that other lives depended on her.
Pulling her knees up, she draped her arms over them, rolling the coffee cup between her hands as she looked around wide-eyed. Not many questions had been asked, not all too much was known about this group, but one thing was for certain: the passion their leader had was as intoxicating as a few shots of whiskey, and it was this passion that she allowed herself to become inebriated on.
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Apidej saw in each man a brother whose steady diligence acted as the brick and stone for their noble infrastructure. He saw in each child the fearless wonder of children who dared to explore untried paths. He saw in each woman the gentle strength of a sister whose selflessness tied together an army of bloodied, hurting men. They reminded him of a time long gone, snuffed out of existence by the black, fiendish hand of corruption. He relived their deaths, and each one split open an old sore that never completely healed. A lesser man would've buckled under the onslaught of memories. But he stood his ground, allowing the pain to pass through him as though a feverish haze. In that instant, his heart would've shattered into a thousand pieces, if not for the noble purpose that fueled his limbs and gave direction to his ire.
"Gather around, comrades!"
A single utterance from him, and the whole camp came to a complete halt. A sea of faces turned towards him and a wave of bodies swept closer. Some had to stand on tip-toes to see, for he did not lift himself up, and instead remained level with them. The golden halo cast onto his back by the sun's rays gave him an appearance of otherworldliness, as though he was not a man, but a god. Upon seeing him, there would be no doubt that he was the group's founder, for there was not a face that did not brighten and tremble in awe at the sight of him. It was as though his presence alone lent them strength and gave momentum to their purpose.
It soon became clear that this man, this man-god, was the glue that gave the group cohesion and the fire that powered their engines.
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It was only his voice that pulled her from her moment of reflection; the tone in which he sang to every and all. Men, woman and children all halted in their actions, utterly consumed by the greatness that was merely a man, but revered as much more.
Softly, she smiled, turning her attention toward him, but nay did she move. For where she sat gave her a flawless advantage point. Tiny particles twirled thoughtlessly in the wind catching the heavenly beam that illuminated him. It was if, this place was his stage, and the spotlight was all his, with a full house wide-eyed and awe-filled starving to linger upon his every word.
And consume them they would....
It mattered not how deeply into their blood their passion for his purpose ran, but more so his graceful and compelling way he presented himself to the group. If one stray heard his words, they were immediately interested, willing to give their everything to help fulfill his will. While she looked at him as he was, a man, and one she knew little of personally, she admired him. He was a genius. A god? I dare say no. For the gods also hushed when he spoke.....
Cale heard the shout from his partner, urging the group to collect around him as though planets to a sun. Truly, he seemed to be a black hole that drank in the attention of those around him. However, Cale was a scientific oddity in that respect. Where the rest of his comrades were eager to surround Apidej, Cale was the lone exception to this rule. Like a shadow that shifted with the passing of the sun, Cale made his way over to the town square, clinging to the alcoves and alleyways as he approached. Cale was known for being separate from the crowds, instead clinging to the places that one glances at from the side of their vision. It was rare that someone saw him without his intention of it, and rarer still that someone sought him out. Just like the shadows he mimicked, Cale was a dark and somewhat disturbing fixture to their city...an unknown quantity, in what was otherwise a world of light and peace.
But Cale's preference to stand alone was not out of disrespect to his partner. It twas only Cale's nature...a nature that only Apidej understood, and one he knew better than to share. The mysteries that surrounded the Commander of Dictum Veritas and the Keeper of Valor City were ones that, in Cale's eyes, were better left unrevealed. But one thing that all citizens knew was the unusual bond that Cale shared with Apidej. Where as others tried to keep him out of sight and mind, Apidej would often make time to speak with Cale, whether it be for council or just conversation. Their talks were always private, even in public the citizens were weary of eavesdropping in on what the two were discussing. Their encounters were a subtle reminder of Cale's existence to the city, which also reminded them of how secretive the man truly was.
In the back of the crowd, cloaked in the shadows of a overhanging roof, Cale leaned against the wall...his eyes of chocolate, turned towards the man obscured by throngs of followers. While his stare seemingly peered through the people and straight to his partner, his face was still and statuesque...the thoughts turning in the man's head, an utter mystery to any onlookers.
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When his newlyfound ally, Teri'us joined the elf, the intrusion of another halo disturbed Velindrel on some level. He wanted to be alone, he preferred the isolation so he could suffer in silence. For months now, Velindrel had been quiet, keeping to himself and performing the duties of his trade. Dictum Veritas needed skilled workers, and Velindrel's work-force had become just that. But in the dark, a cancer was growing. Secretly, Velindrel hated himself and everything that was happening around him. Though he had buried the remains of Palgard, and his wife, Madeline, Velindrel could not bury his pain. A part of him had died that faithful day. That part had left a gaping wound on his once heroic stance on life. Looking in the general direction of his friend, Teri'us, Velindrel had only just then acknowledged his raggedy appearance. Once, the Elf would have been quite meticulous about his external demeanor and appearance. At this time however, Velindrel no longer cared about external matters. He was a blacksmith, and that's what he focused on to keep himself from loosing himself to the growing dark in his heart. Teri'us brought Velindrel's attention back to the sharp focus of the Firmanent. The world of the living, the coloured world with it's bright afternoon suns and shiny wardrobes. Clean, alive, pulsing and beating. Velindtrel had grown to hate the mortal world, for to he, a life without Madeline was a barren one. Empty and devoid of a reason to live.
Though Velindrel was no fool. He owed everything to his new employers, they had brought him back from the Antifirmanent's colourless world. When he had touched that deadly world a part of him stayed behind, dead. Velindrel covered his eyes with his hand and shielded them from the bright sun-light. Velindrel looked at his friend for a long moment as if thinking about how he should react at a time like that. Should he be happy? Should he be sad? Should he care? Dictum Veritas had provided the Elf with a new direction in life. A new set of goals, and a way to cope with the loss of Madeline. When the man spoke of dogs and loss, it had re-opened the wounds of death. A long moment passed. Velindrel was not speaking, and his eyes seemed far away as if they were searching for the light at the end of some twisted and dark tunnel. A nightmare that refused to let the blacksmith go. Once Velindrel had found the source of the voice, he recognized his friend, or at least, the aura of his friend. The words hung in the air for roughly five minutes. Velindrel was not trying to be rude on purpose, but, the pain that burned in his soul was a more crucial matter. Velindrel looked down, avoiding Teri'us's gaze. It's not that Velindrel was afraid, it was literally that Teri'us's eyes had colour in them. And Velindrel's world had become bleak and devoid of life-giving colour. He was stuck in between life and death.
"I--" Velindrel began, his voice sounded heavy and thick with sadness. Velindrel physically recoiled from hearing the sound of his own tired voice. He had not slept in weeks. He took a deep breath and begun anew. "Forgive me Teri'us. My pain and suffering is nobody's burden to keep but my own. The loss of Palgard, and the loss of my wife...I alone will carry that cross." Velindrel said. "The monsters that took both away from me, I swear to you Teri'us...I shall avenge both when I am powerful enough." Velindrel had not said a word in days. Teri'us was an ally, and Velindrel owed the man at least his undivided attention. "Forgive my appearance, I do not have any desire to be clean these days. I just want to work..."
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Earlier---
Velindrel hardly spoke, but when he did speak it had gravity on his team of builders. They were the work force of Valor City, hand-picked employees from the Mastersmith himself. Today, the whole team of roughly one hundred strong, were working on two sets of projects. The first was arming the group of freedom fighter's military forces with armour and weapons. The second was a project that required much more secrecy and expertise. A corps of engineers were working on the secret machine that was requested of Velindrel's workshop. Velindrel prided himself on being able to construct anything that was required of him with blueprints intact. The orders had come down from Cale and several others in the group Dictum Veritus. Velindrel canceled all other projects to work on this secret one.
It had taken roughly a month of hard labor. Velindrel needed to construct a personal/cargo transporter with a powerful Alchemy-based engine. The device would be able to travel across any terrain with simple modifications made to it that a team could alter at will. That Velindrel could alter. The nature of the device was not known to Velindrel, only that he had to construct it. The passengers were required to travel to Southern Rosinder quickly and efficiently. Velindrel would see to that using a combination of his advanced Alchemy and Engineering skills. His talents were cutting edge. Back home, back in Terrenus, Velidnrel had become famous on his back-breaking work. Velindrel's eyes studied the craftsmanship before him. Bloody labour had gone into the making of the alchemy-based device. It was a wonder of scientific achievement. The personnel-transport carrier would become a useful asset to Dictum Veritus. Velindrel had accepted the job for a small payment which was a shipment of ore from a mine that Dictum Veritus owned.
In exchange, Velindrel had worked hard day and night, week after week. Non-stop. For three months. The memory of the back-breaking labor was fresh on his mind. It had become the immediate concern of the Elf. However, the pain of the loss of his precious wife was always there. It had become a mark branded upon Velindrel's skin. Like the many battle-scars from the chain that had choked the life out of him. Velindrel observed as the pain-job was being applied to the external portion of the vessel's frame. It was a fine accomplishment, a piece worthy of the great sculptors Valucre's past. Velindrel ordered his workers to apply the alchemy-device into the behemoth machine. Serving as an engine, the alchemy device was a complex mechanism of tubes, wires, and other key components. Auranite combined together to form a large Grand Auranite piece, served as the elemental life-spring of the alchemy device. It would be used to infinitely power the device up.
When some would look upon the monstrosity, some would see a bastardization of science and the arcane. Some would see the work of art as an ugly blight upon history. Others, would view the device as the culmination of one Elf's trade skills. Either way, once the alchemy device was set in place, the vehicle construct was ready to come to life. In every way possible, the device was arcane in nature. Magic would be used as the power-source, and Nth, imported from Terrenus would allow the vehicle to hover and fly at will. Dubbing the personnel carrier as a Leviathan-classed machine, Velindrel knew that the machine was capable of carrying an impressive amount of troops, and cargo to and fro. The outer shell was made up of a Titanium hyper-allow that was bonded with Nth at the molecular level.
Auranite was used to make the vehicle more aerodynamic. It would move at impressive speeds, and the engine was muted with specially enchanted Auranite crystals. It was a work of art, and one of Velindrel's finest achievements to date. When the last components of the alchemy engine was locked in place, there was a vibration from the belly of the alchemy device. The machine shook for a moment or two, and then became steady. The power of symbols glowing about the device for a brief moment signaling that the bastard creation was ready for use. Velindrel looked down at the arm he had fashioned for himself. Using raw Titanium and Steel alloy, he had made an alchemy-based arm to replace the arm he had lost the night of his encounter with the cannibal ogre. Velindrel waved to his time. That was the signal that all was ready. Paint was added upon the vehicle, and the machine was complete...
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Now--
Velindrel came out of his thoughts as he remembered the purpose of stepping outside. He had to approach Apidej with news of the job. Turning towards Teri'us, Velindrel nodded. "Come with me." Velindrel said. "I have a job to finish." He had not heard Apidej's impassioned orders, he simply felt the need to tell the maestro that the job was done. He walked over towards Apidej, passing through the gathered peons as if they were nothing more than chaff to he. When he approached Apidej, Velindrel bowed his head. "Sire. The transport device is ready as your team requested of me. Sorry that it took so long, the engine of the device was quite difficult to construct you see..." Velindrel stopped talking and then looked at Apidej. "...but I was able to complete the task to specifications. I can have my men bring the device out for all to see now if it is your will."
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Now that he stood before them, the men seemed taller. The weariness that dragged down their limbs was gone, and each sweat-streaked man glowed with a halo of youth and vigor. Even the most austere of them, who never seemed to smile and always had a look of deep-seated resentment, lifted their lips in a small, twinkling smile. The other men, those whose entire spirit was the fuel for their cause, displayed a sparkling flash of teeth. Men were cheering with arms upraised and swaying with pious fervor, as though to embrace the man-god before them.
Then the waves of men parted to make way for Velindrel.
Apidej's hand rose and the men fell into a respectful silence. He bent to listen to the elf, then nodded in acknowledgment. Since the moment Velindrel had first set foot in the camp, he had been dead. Dead in a different way, for there was more ways than one to kill a man. Apidej saw it, felt it as though it was a sword plunged through his chest, and he quietly shared in the man's suffering. Now that they stood before one another, he placed his hand on the elf's shoulder and smiled. It was a smile that glowed with a mixture of compassion and understanding; a salute of respect for a man who shouldered his loss with dignity.
"Bring it up, Velindrel."
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It was now or never thus a decision was made. Pushing off the wall she propels herself forward back towards the center of the campgrounds towards booming voice of confident compassion that resounded at its epicenter. The people had stopped to stare in quiet reverance and awe to the owner of said voice. He was the DV's appraised leader; the Commanding force behind the whole operation, Apidejh himself.
She hadn't had the opportunity to become fully acquainted with the leadership nor was she really pushing to as other things occupied her mind and time. A public announcement was in the process of being presented but unfortunately she wouldn't be able to stick around long enough to participate as she flounced past the crowds sticking to the outskirts of the gathering and headed towards the main entrance to the camp.
Her mission was simple and direct. It was time. Preparing her horse took less than five minutes before she found herself slinging over a sleak leg on its back and mounting the black stallion with familiar ease. Trotting down a back alleyway towards the gates, she spots a man whose contour blended with the shadows causing her to squint. He too a decided loner, seperate and apart from the group's evening event. Raising a curious brow she allowed her mocha gaze to traverse over this lone male's sature for long moments as she trotted by.
No words were said. Only a slow nod of greeting in passing and then she'd passed him, turning a corner. There was no mistaking it. Even without directly bearing witness to his face, she'd known. She'd just passed Cale, the Commander. "Don't panic, Carme. You'll be back before super."She chids herself. Soon enough, the camp grounds were well behind her as she pulled the reins and the horse breaks into a gallop.
The words of the Elven brought a slight twitch to the brow of Teri'us. He didn't expect him to reveal anything more or less just dodge the answer. Despite the fact, now it made a little more sense, the Elven had been in the process of grieving and he smoothly just pushed his thumb down on a wound before pouring salt on it. It was hard to determine a proper reaction to the subject of loosing a loved one. He himself only had one in his life and lost her Velindrel would get over it eventually, he just needed time, so he just turned away from the Elven finding one of the many support beams outside of the work shop and placed his back up against it. Brining the apple back up to his mouth he sank his teeth into it once more and whipped his lips with the back of his hand.
"Yeah... Well just know that you still owe me a rematch, old man... So don't go doin' anything I would."
Known for his recklessness at times. It was the best Teri'us was able to do to sound sentimental and concerned for the elven as he took on the heavy load of revenge. Though it was a new look for Velindrel he couldn't help but to admit.
"Drop it. The new look makes you appear more human and less of an uppity immortal."
He tried to ease the pressure of the moment with a little sarcastic humor poking fun at the fact that he always seemed to stick out amongst a crowd of human quite easily. A deep set of forest green eyes trailed along the many paths the led out into the large open area that the people of this camp seemed the flock like cattle who were being served fresh food. Though he was suppose to honor the man who spoke to the people he still couldn't help, but to hate what kind of man he was. Teri'us was use to quite the opposite of treatment that this man seemed to get almost effortlessly. He had been shunned, hunted and even at one point tortured for being different.
"So, that him huh?"
Damn that apple was good. His teeth sank into the hard flesh once more, but this time was violent almost as if he was picturing it sinking into something else. There as sudden break in silence as the Elven pushed off words of having to do something and wanting him to tag along. What was he doing? Looks like nothing better to do. Pushing off the beam he flicked his wrist to his and the apple went soring toward a distant wall bursting into fragments upon contact. Placing both of his hands into his pocket he allowed his head to dip low and a light shadow to cast over his facial features as he walked behind the Elven.
As they passed a particular alleyway, there was sudden pull at his spine as he straightened his posture and rolled his twined forest green hues to the corner of their sockets. There was person there and one passing. Dismissing it out of his mind as quickly as it was brought up he found himself within that sea of people and slowed his pace almost instantly blinding in with the crowd seeing no reason to join the elven on stage with their leader. Though he did watch, now at a closer distance, taking in the full features of Apidej and committing it to memory.
Let us bleed together.
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