*** New Falcons ***
Garet followed Melfrid on his way out the Cathedral. Natural light came through the windows high above and as they walked, the rings of Melfrid’s chainmail echoed between the giant pillars. A cold breeze of air hit the men in the face as they opened the door after taking the stairs down.
When they started to cross the spacious main hall, both men noticed a group of young new Falcons acting somewhat disorderly near the spar area. They overheard a few of them loudly bragging to the others about the weapon skills they claimed to have. And it was clear that a few others were getting rather irritated over that, and not only fellow Falcons.
Melfrid and Garet looked around a moment but besides some visitors the Cathedral was rather empty. Even the omnipresent pastor was no were in sight, probably called away over some emergency. These days there we less Falcons present since they were spread over the front as the result of a request of several of their superiors.
Garet looked back at this new group who currently seemed the only Falcons present here at the Cathedral and raised a brow, for a moment wondering who or where their superior was.
“Ya’re a woossie, I tell ya!! That sword of yours isn’t Tharon-worthy… c’mon !! IT’S A TOOTHPICK!”
Several of the men chuckled while the ‘victim’ turned a bit red,” Shut up, you are full of ****!”
“What?! Ya’re cal’lin me ****?!”
Meanwhile Melfrid had motioned Garet to follow him and both men approached the scene.
The knight had crossed his arms and now said not too loud, but clear enough for anyone to hear,” Is there anyone who has a toothpick for me?!”
The giant man who had been insulting the other over his sword turned around to face Melfrid, a gigantic axe leaning over his shoulder in a nonchalant way as he appraised the knight.
Garet smirked a bit as the man probably didn’t knew Melfrid. Further Melfrid was dressed in a rather common looking armour, yet in the colors of the Falcons. Nonetheless Garet knew it was high quality material, able of taking several hits without compromise.
The man who just had been insulted over his short sword, stepped forward and offered his blade to Melfrid.
The knight shook his head and shouted,” I SAID, A TOOTHPICK! IS THERE ANYONE WHO HAS A TOOTHPICK?!”
Everyone fell silent after Melfrid had raised his voice. One or two coughed and several others started patting their pockets until one of the young men fetched a toothpick.
Melfrid accepted it with a nod and then turned to the man with the axe,” You and me, in the circle! And bring that axe of yours!”
The man frowned but lifted the mighty axe from his shoulder, the muscles of his bare arm bulging as the weight of the weapon attempted to stretch them.
Melfrid walked over to the circle drawn on the floor, almost deliberately holding the toothpick in sight between his forefinger and thumb. As the other man took place, the knight looked around at the young Falcons who were starting to gather around the circle, realising they were about to witness some lesson.
Melfrid held uo the toothpick and said,” Behold, a weapon... ‘Tharon-worthy’.”
The man with the axe started to grin and shook his head as if Melfrid had just started to tell a joke. Nonetheless, for some reason, he remained quiet further, curious perhaps for what was about to happen next.
Garet could see the question on several other faces too. Was Melfrid about to duel with that man, using only a toothpick against that axe?
Melfrid turned to the man,” Take your position, soldier.”
The man loosened the muscles in his arm by swinging the axe once back and forth through the air. “I’ll just use one arm for now.” He grinned, again bragging clearly as he showed how he could hold such a weapon with only one hand.
Melfrid shrugged like it didn’t matter,” Up to you, sunny. You ready?”
His opponent nodded.
“Well, go ahead then…”
The man was fast, Garet had to admit that. For wielding such a heavy weapon, the man’s arm moved fast, sending the blade forward with great force. The edge of the weapon cleaved air as it described a circular path.
But Melfrid was faster and sidestepped while spinning around.
Suddenly the Cathedral filled itself with a shout from the man, less than a second later followed by a loud, resonant metallic sound of the axe dropping on the stone floor.
The fight had taken less than three seconds, and Melfrid disarming the man even in less time than an eye could blink. The toothpick was sticking out of the man’s arm.
Severeal of the young Falcons started to clap, clearly impressed.
Any further words would have been excessive. Melfrid had just shown that every object could be turned into a weapon ‘Tharon-worthy’, as long as you knew how to use it and where to strike with it. Garet was betting that that man wouldn’t make the same mistake in the future.
Melfrid however didn’t look pleased. “Now get in line, sweethearts, and lets get acquainted ‘properly’!!”
Quickly the young men gathered on the line and as Melfrid started to pace up and down the length of it, it was this time -he- who was appraising the men.
And when he started to speak, Garet couldn’t help himself but to compare the man with a sergeant at arms.
“My name is Melfrid Hastings and when I came here, I was taught to show respect to my superiors! When I came here, I was taught to respect any fellow Falcon since he could be standing on my left or right the very next day on the front! Is any of you willing to show disrespect?!”
“Sir, no, sir!” the soldiers replied, now getting who the man was pacing before them.
“May I ask, who or where is your commanding officer?”
One of the men replied,” Sir, sergeant Delcros, he was killed in action a few days ago. We were waiting here for further instructions, sir.”
Silence descended on the main hall of the Cathedral and Melfrid gave the men a dark look,” .... and this is how you honor him.... ?”
Garet could hear a pin drop right before the knight continued.
“Tell me, are you worthless?”
All the men replied,” Sir, no, sir!”
“Is your weapon useless?”
“Sir, no, sir!”
“Is your brain sick?”
Several men blinked, but all replied,” Sir, no, sir!”
The paladin turned on his heels and stopped halfway the lineup, his dark eyes roaming over each face.
“If you not disrespectful, worthless, useless or sick, what are you then ?”
“Sir, we are Falcons, sir!!”
“Then starting acting like such...”
“Sir, yes, sir!!!”
Melfrid’s eyes shifted to Garet,” My squire here will take over from me, he is to be treated with the same respect as myself.” Melfrid looked to the men,” Prepare yourself for he shall bring you to the training fields near Lendose.”
Garet couldn’t have felt more honored...
A Falcon...
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Re: A Falcon...
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Re: A Falcon...
*** The next challenge ***
Melfrid had been listening to Garet’s report and only occasionally asked a question. So far Garet had told the knight about the portal stones and the wondering if the Falcons would be able to secure the roads in the less wild lands.
Melfrid didn’t provide Garet with an answer to that but casted an eye over the document.
((ooc : Yvalee's report : viewtopic.php?f=18&t=12224
He did though when the road to Tristan was mentioned and said,” As you know and have done yourself, the road to Tristan is something we as Falcons keep eye on. Several times we provide pilgrims and other travelers an armed escort and safe passage from Tristan to Ravenswatch and back. And as far as I know we will remain doing so. If extra patrols on top of the ones our fledgelings perform are required, it’s something we’ll discuss further.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Garet, I like you to attend to any next meetings about this subject, or seek contact with the Or… oh. I keep forgetting, … your wife.”
“Yes, sir,” Garet smiled,” She is a Magister now.”
“Ah, congratulate her for me. Which section is she managing?”
“Bard and warlocks, sir.”
“Warlocks heh… hmmm... Alright, I wanted to ask you to keep contact with the Ordo, but I assume you can’t come any closer than you already are.”
Garet grinned slightly as a response to Melfrid’s faint smile.
Melfrid’s eyes turned a bit more dark again as he said,” The Mistress, a new Lich, and today I also received some bad news from the front, Garet.”
“Sir?”
“We lost a whole unit new Falcons, most of them were even less than four months with us. Young promising men, each and every one of them. It’s going to be quiet a while around here.”
Garet turned silent. The loss of a fellow Falcon was always painful, as if one lost a family member…. let alone a whole unit. That were at least twenty men with whom he had been connected in the Code. He wondered about the specifics how and where these men had met their doom. He also realised that these things happened and there wasn’t much he could do in return but to honor their names and carry on where they had gone off.
“We are thin spread Garet, as you know. It gets more difficult to lead our own troops while our knights are spread all over the Province, offering and aiding where needed. We may have to call a few of them back in order to train them. However…” his eyes rested on Garet’s.
Garet listened quietly, his mind moving from the deceased back to the conversation.
“Once you shared with the Order that you dream of becoming a staffmaster. Also, you told us you could use knowledge on your path in order to grow.”
“Yes, sir…”
“I’m seeing a Falcon knight in you, and one day you will become one. But I also see a purpose in you, one you will be able to handle since you seem driven to it. We are thinking you would be a good trainer in time, and if you reach your next rank such a position will be offered to you... within months after your promotion.”
Garet blinked once.
“The reason why I am telling you this is to give you the opportunity to think about it, about your future within the Falcons. And given the circumstances, you will be needed.”
After only a short hesitation, yet calm as always Garet answered,“ Yes, sir… I will.”
“Now, about that promotion. We have defined your next challenge.”
Garet was all ears now and moved a bit forward on his chair.
“In fact, you will receive your two last challenges in one assignment. Carcerum...," the knight got up from his chair, walkd around the table and then leaned against it, facing Garet," ... we do not wish to abandon those locked up in there to their fate, neither can we spare men to go in there. You are the one who will be doing this.”
Garet nodded and waited for the knight to continue.
“First you have to gather allies. Anyone you know,... check even other factions if you must and see what they can come up with, make contact. Form a party, worthy of Tharon, prepared and ready to go in there by your side. Try and solve the mystery, see who you can rescue. Along the way : watch, learn, and if necessary, teach. Exchange tactics, lore, and everything else you need to bring this mission to a successful end. Come back in one piece and report."
"Yes, sir."
"We also will be needing the names of those joining you. And you have to go in less than two weeks... which, might be already too late for any survivors, but we are not willing to let you go alone and risk losing another Falcon.”
"Understood, sir."
"Alright, you can go now, unless you have any questions?"
"As a matter of fact, I do sir. Personally I have seen a few people asking me about the Falcons."
"Like what?"
"Like in what things the Falcons are involved, besides the things that are visible to the common people."
"Hmm, I can tell you there are meetings about this in the council of the First Rank. One subject is about working together with others and putting goals together next to the events taking place. As I said earlier, the Falcons are in several locations, yet thin spread. So I assume soon new focuses might be set. Anyways, as my squire you'll be informed as soon as I know more."
Garet saluted," Yes, sir, thank you."
And with that the Falcon squire left Melfrid's office to prepare for his next assignment.
Melfrid had been listening to Garet’s report and only occasionally asked a question. So far Garet had told the knight about the portal stones and the wondering if the Falcons would be able to secure the roads in the less wild lands.
Melfrid didn’t provide Garet with an answer to that but casted an eye over the document.
((ooc : Yvalee's report : viewtopic.php?f=18&t=12224
He did though when the road to Tristan was mentioned and said,” As you know and have done yourself, the road to Tristan is something we as Falcons keep eye on. Several times we provide pilgrims and other travelers an armed escort and safe passage from Tristan to Ravenswatch and back. And as far as I know we will remain doing so. If extra patrols on top of the ones our fledgelings perform are required, it’s something we’ll discuss further.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Garet, I like you to attend to any next meetings about this subject, or seek contact with the Or… oh. I keep forgetting, … your wife.”
“Yes, sir,” Garet smiled,” She is a Magister now.”
“Ah, congratulate her for me. Which section is she managing?”
“Bard and warlocks, sir.”
“Warlocks heh… hmmm... Alright, I wanted to ask you to keep contact with the Ordo, but I assume you can’t come any closer than you already are.”
Garet grinned slightly as a response to Melfrid’s faint smile.
Melfrid’s eyes turned a bit more dark again as he said,” The Mistress, a new Lich, and today I also received some bad news from the front, Garet.”
“Sir?”
“We lost a whole unit new Falcons, most of them were even less than four months with us. Young promising men, each and every one of them. It’s going to be quiet a while around here.”
Garet turned silent. The loss of a fellow Falcon was always painful, as if one lost a family member…. let alone a whole unit. That were at least twenty men with whom he had been connected in the Code. He wondered about the specifics how and where these men had met their doom. He also realised that these things happened and there wasn’t much he could do in return but to honor their names and carry on where they had gone off.
“We are thin spread Garet, as you know. It gets more difficult to lead our own troops while our knights are spread all over the Province, offering and aiding where needed. We may have to call a few of them back in order to train them. However…” his eyes rested on Garet’s.
Garet listened quietly, his mind moving from the deceased back to the conversation.
“Once you shared with the Order that you dream of becoming a staffmaster. Also, you told us you could use knowledge on your path in order to grow.”
“Yes, sir…”
“I’m seeing a Falcon knight in you, and one day you will become one. But I also see a purpose in you, one you will be able to handle since you seem driven to it. We are thinking you would be a good trainer in time, and if you reach your next rank such a position will be offered to you... within months after your promotion.”
Garet blinked once.
“The reason why I am telling you this is to give you the opportunity to think about it, about your future within the Falcons. And given the circumstances, you will be needed.”
After only a short hesitation, yet calm as always Garet answered,“ Yes, sir… I will.”
“Now, about that promotion. We have defined your next challenge.”
Garet was all ears now and moved a bit forward on his chair.
“In fact, you will receive your two last challenges in one assignment. Carcerum...," the knight got up from his chair, walkd around the table and then leaned against it, facing Garet," ... we do not wish to abandon those locked up in there to their fate, neither can we spare men to go in there. You are the one who will be doing this.”
Garet nodded and waited for the knight to continue.
“First you have to gather allies. Anyone you know,... check even other factions if you must and see what they can come up with, make contact. Form a party, worthy of Tharon, prepared and ready to go in there by your side. Try and solve the mystery, see who you can rescue. Along the way : watch, learn, and if necessary, teach. Exchange tactics, lore, and everything else you need to bring this mission to a successful end. Come back in one piece and report."
"Yes, sir."
"We also will be needing the names of those joining you. And you have to go in less than two weeks... which, might be already too late for any survivors, but we are not willing to let you go alone and risk losing another Falcon.”
"Understood, sir."
"Alright, you can go now, unless you have any questions?"
"As a matter of fact, I do sir. Personally I have seen a few people asking me about the Falcons."
"Like what?"
"Like in what things the Falcons are involved, besides the things that are visible to the common people."
"Hmm, I can tell you there are meetings about this in the council of the First Rank. One subject is about working together with others and putting goals together next to the events taking place. As I said earlier, the Falcons are in several locations, yet thin spread. So I assume soon new focuses might be set. Anyways, as my squire you'll be informed as soon as I know more."
Garet saluted," Yes, sir, thank you."
And with that the Falcon squire left Melfrid's office to prepare for his next assignment.
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Re: A Falcon...
*** March ***
Their faces caressed by the breezy light of the late afternoon, the soldiers awaited further orders. Suddenly a large drop fell on a helmet. The knight clad in a white-dark gold armor that looked as if it was formed over his body, glanced up from his horse at the sky with an imperturbable gaze, the eye slits offering only a limited but later on during his mission a safer field of vision.
The air holes of his helmet seemed to exhale little cone-shaped clouds as the moisture in his breath became visible due the surrounding air cooling it below its dewpoint. The vapor mist curled a moment around his head before falling apart as quickly as it was formed.
Off in the distance they could all hear the muffled sounds of thunder and even though the sky was still deceptively sunny, a few moments later another drop ended its vertiginous descent on the black falcon silhouette of what looked like an impenetrable five foot tower shield.
“Companieeessss, aaattteeeention ! Forwaaaards, MARCH!”
With the swish of a breeze and the patter of first rain, under the watchful eye of the Knight Prefect Commander Crispus Thaven, the two companies gathered near Lendose responded and started their march as one entity. In the current phalanx formation these Falcons looked as if they could crush any opponent.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=une9y5kJZlo
Yet their ranks were filled with many very young men, several of them heading out for their first fight. Skills could be obtained by training, but experience only by operating and acting under real-life conditions. And they were about to learn something else too, something that was an important part of their Code.
Soon they would take a stand, not far from the entrance to the mountains infested by Kor, and they would also attempt to recover the bodies of the unit they had lost last week. A few minutes ago the commander had released the names of the fallen and underlined that their sacrifice would not go in vain.
Garet however was forced to stand idly. Him was ordered to see that any new recruits who offered themselves at the Cathedral would be received properly. And he had a rescue mission coming up...
Sitting on the back of Athos and standing next to Melfrid, Garet witnessed the departure of the last Falcon companies stationed at Lendose, leaving empty training camps behind. He glanced at those grounds before his eyes shifted to the backs of his departing Brothers.
Duty...
Their faces caressed by the breezy light of the late afternoon, the soldiers awaited further orders. Suddenly a large drop fell on a helmet. The knight clad in a white-dark gold armor that looked as if it was formed over his body, glanced up from his horse at the sky with an imperturbable gaze, the eye slits offering only a limited but later on during his mission a safer field of vision.
The air holes of his helmet seemed to exhale little cone-shaped clouds as the moisture in his breath became visible due the surrounding air cooling it below its dewpoint. The vapor mist curled a moment around his head before falling apart as quickly as it was formed.
Off in the distance they could all hear the muffled sounds of thunder and even though the sky was still deceptively sunny, a few moments later another drop ended its vertiginous descent on the black falcon silhouette of what looked like an impenetrable five foot tower shield.
“Companieeessss, aaattteeeention ! Forwaaaards, MARCH!”
With the swish of a breeze and the patter of first rain, under the watchful eye of the Knight Prefect Commander Crispus Thaven, the two companies gathered near Lendose responded and started their march as one entity. In the current phalanx formation these Falcons looked as if they could crush any opponent.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=une9y5kJZlo
Yet their ranks were filled with many very young men, several of them heading out for their first fight. Skills could be obtained by training, but experience only by operating and acting under real-life conditions. And they were about to learn something else too, something that was an important part of their Code.
Soon they would take a stand, not far from the entrance to the mountains infested by Kor, and they would also attempt to recover the bodies of the unit they had lost last week. A few minutes ago the commander had released the names of the fallen and underlined that their sacrifice would not go in vain.
Garet however was forced to stand idly. Him was ordered to see that any new recruits who offered themselves at the Cathedral would be received properly. And he had a rescue mission coming up...
Sitting on the back of Athos and standing next to Melfrid, Garet witnessed the departure of the last Falcon companies stationed at Lendose, leaving empty training camps behind. He glanced at those grounds before his eyes shifted to the backs of his departing Brothers.
Duty...
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Re: A Falcon...
*** Preparing ***
Garet rubbed his eyes and whispered,” Guess its time to wake up…”
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he reluctantly let go off the warm body he had been holding and loving all night.
His limbs shifted under the blankets while a muffled yet warm sound from his lady started to fill the room,” Mmhhmmm…”
“I love you…,” he whispered. Then he planted several tender kisses in her neck and on her cheek before quietly slipping out of the bed and starting to prepare for the day, but he couldn’t help his eyes drifting back to the bed, as if to engrave the current setting into his mind and heart.
And when she began to stretch out, he simply had to pause for a moment to watch the magnificent being in bed who took his breath away, his eyes roaming her marvellous skin and tracing the soft curves.
With a wishful sigh and a regretful shake of the head, he resumed gearing up.
After all he had to focus again. His foster knight had appointed him to help with the preperations for the Falcon Order Initiation Ceremony this evening. At least four or five new Falcons were about to join the Falcons and Garet assumed some individual testing would be involved too, just like Sir Eron did with him on the first day they had met. They would probably be asked why they wanted to join the Order so that their answer could be officially recorded. They would listen to the basics of the Code and learn the Basic Creed of the Falcons.
For a moment Garet wondered what it would be like and how it would go when he one day would be innitiated to the knight ranks. All he knew was that he had to spend the night before in solitude, with only the presence of his god down in the chapel. He knew he would have to pray and ask Tharon to gain approval to be one of his warriors for the remainder of his life.
Since once one became a Falcon knight, one was supposed to never leave the Order until retirement… and even then.
Most Elder Falcons accepted the rank of Elder Knight, Garet’s father being one of the exceptions until he returned to the Cathedral and asked for the title, now two weeks ago. Garet’s father, Richard Mellan had been welcomed with open arms and thus was a true Falcon again. For one or two days a week, Richard would teach the younger Falcons about tactics and warfare, but also about justice.
Garet smiled, at least they would run more often into each other. Then his smile turned into a grin. Most likely his father would also stop by at their house here in Ravenswatch more often, since he had been addicted to Rei’s lemon cake...
Garet rubbed his eyes and whispered,” Guess its time to wake up…”
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he reluctantly let go off the warm body he had been holding and loving all night.
His limbs shifted under the blankets while a muffled yet warm sound from his lady started to fill the room,” Mmhhmmm…”
“I love you…,” he whispered. Then he planted several tender kisses in her neck and on her cheek before quietly slipping out of the bed and starting to prepare for the day, but he couldn’t help his eyes drifting back to the bed, as if to engrave the current setting into his mind and heart.
And when she began to stretch out, he simply had to pause for a moment to watch the magnificent being in bed who took his breath away, his eyes roaming her marvellous skin and tracing the soft curves.
With a wishful sigh and a regretful shake of the head, he resumed gearing up.
After all he had to focus again. His foster knight had appointed him to help with the preperations for the Falcon Order Initiation Ceremony this evening. At least four or five new Falcons were about to join the Falcons and Garet assumed some individual testing would be involved too, just like Sir Eron did with him on the first day they had met. They would probably be asked why they wanted to join the Order so that their answer could be officially recorded. They would listen to the basics of the Code and learn the Basic Creed of the Falcons.
For a moment Garet wondered what it would be like and how it would go when he one day would be innitiated to the knight ranks. All he knew was that he had to spend the night before in solitude, with only the presence of his god down in the chapel. He knew he would have to pray and ask Tharon to gain approval to be one of his warriors for the remainder of his life.
Since once one became a Falcon knight, one was supposed to never leave the Order until retirement… and even then.
Most Elder Falcons accepted the rank of Elder Knight, Garet’s father being one of the exceptions until he returned to the Cathedral and asked for the title, now two weeks ago. Garet’s father, Richard Mellan had been welcomed with open arms and thus was a true Falcon again. For one or two days a week, Richard would teach the younger Falcons about tactics and warfare, but also about justice.
Garet smiled, at least they would run more often into each other. Then his smile turned into a grin. Most likely his father would also stop by at their house here in Ravenswatch more often, since he had been addicted to Rei’s lemon cake...
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Re: A Falcon...
*** Initiation and promotion ***
The pastor lowered his head a moment, and took a deep breath before he started to share the news that had just reached him. His voice was somewhere between sorrow and pride :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zJT3j10z8c
“On a cold day in Thaheims 641 MR, more than 250 Falcons faced a bigger Kor horde. About 50 of our Brothers, Tharon’s elite warriors and the full Kor horde were speared, axed, and crushed to death on the battlefield near the South Entrance to the Kor mountains. The battle was nonetheless a success as the intended goals were reached. We reclaimed the ground on which our other Brothers fell, and with it were able to retrieve their bodies. Next to that we now control one of the largest access points to those mountains and with it we will be able to prevent large bands of Kor descending into our region.....”
The pastor looked up,” And we're are asked to train new men to send as reinforcements.”
Eron and Melfrid looked at each other.
“We need to consult the other factions too as we cannot train that many men in such short time notice.”
They all glanced at the Garet and the new Fledgelings gathering at the other side of the Cathedral.
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And before it finally dawned on him, Garet was Defender. No ceremony, just a few official words and the message they would talk further about it after the rescue mission Garet would be leading.
When he wondered and was about to ask sir Eron if he really had earned his new rank, it was as if the knight had read his mind and said,” For serving the Order well on more than one occassion, doing more than is expected from a Fledgling, and honoring our Lord Tharon during… we, the knights, hereby declare that as of today Garet Mellan is known as a Defender within the Falcon Order.”
Not only that, a small hour ago three new warriors were initiated into the Order and Garet would have to see it that they learned about the Creed, about Tharon and would train with them.
It could have been four, as today normally his brother too would have had his official initiation moment, but something happened. Jason froze in his words and didn’t seem to look ready.
He could still hear sir Adam say it, Jason was not prepared and was sent off. Garet would soon look for his brother and have a word with him.
But not yet, first he needed to focus on the three new Falcons being Gideon, Zeo and Meme, whose ranks would be announced next week. He turned to them as soon as sir Adam left.
“Right, training starts tomorrow. Your armour and gear are impeccably clean and free from stains before we start. You have two weeks to make adjustments for the color. Fledglings are free in armour choice as long as the colors are gold and white.”
The pastor lowered his head a moment, and took a deep breath before he started to share the news that had just reached him. His voice was somewhere between sorrow and pride :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zJT3j10z8c
“On a cold day in Thaheims 641 MR, more than 250 Falcons faced a bigger Kor horde. About 50 of our Brothers, Tharon’s elite warriors and the full Kor horde were speared, axed, and crushed to death on the battlefield near the South Entrance to the Kor mountains. The battle was nonetheless a success as the intended goals were reached. We reclaimed the ground on which our other Brothers fell, and with it were able to retrieve their bodies. Next to that we now control one of the largest access points to those mountains and with it we will be able to prevent large bands of Kor descending into our region.....”
The pastor looked up,” And we're are asked to train new men to send as reinforcements.”
Eron and Melfrid looked at each other.
“We need to consult the other factions too as we cannot train that many men in such short time notice.”
They all glanced at the Garet and the new Fledgelings gathering at the other side of the Cathedral.
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And before it finally dawned on him, Garet was Defender. No ceremony, just a few official words and the message they would talk further about it after the rescue mission Garet would be leading.
When he wondered and was about to ask sir Eron if he really had earned his new rank, it was as if the knight had read his mind and said,” For serving the Order well on more than one occassion, doing more than is expected from a Fledgling, and honoring our Lord Tharon during… we, the knights, hereby declare that as of today Garet Mellan is known as a Defender within the Falcon Order.”
Not only that, a small hour ago three new warriors were initiated into the Order and Garet would have to see it that they learned about the Creed, about Tharon and would train with them.
It could have been four, as today normally his brother too would have had his official initiation moment, but something happened. Jason froze in his words and didn’t seem to look ready.
He could still hear sir Adam say it, Jason was not prepared and was sent off. Garet would soon look for his brother and have a word with him.
But not yet, first he needed to focus on the three new Falcons being Gideon, Zeo and Meme, whose ranks would be announced next week. He turned to them as soon as sir Adam left.
“Right, training starts tomorrow. Your armour and gear are impeccably clean and free from stains before we start. You have two weeks to make adjustments for the color. Fledglings are free in armour choice as long as the colors are gold and white.”
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Re: A Falcon...
*** Inseparable ***
As temperature slowly rose, the last fragments of mist twirling majestically around tree tops, finally started to give up the struggle against Rel’s persistent radiance and conceded to his unwavering brightness.
Spring exhaled its recipe for an upcoming beautiful day, offering an experience to all of the human senses. From the smell of fresh air emitted by the dewy, lush grass and blooming flowers..., the sight of budding trees boasting of their new found youth and colorful butterflies lifting off as graceful as ballerinas dancing towards the heavens..., the sound of early songbirds rehearsing melodies dedicated to their future mates, expressing their interpretation of joy and happiness…, to the typical spring weeds and twirling plants gyrating with the smooth wind, letting their tiny leafs dance to its tune.
It was a coming of age...
A pair of young, summer-blue eyes peering from under gold-like hair, consumed the view from high above the cliff near the gates of Ravenswatch. Mounted on a huge black stallion which was clearly breed for war, a fully armoured warrior oversaw the valley down below.
If the horse would have been an indication for its rider, it would probably have told he was noble, strong and reliable. The fact that the animal seemed well fed and looked after could have emphasized loyalty to one another.
One armoured glove held the reins in a relaxed position while the other embraced the shaft of an enormous spear pointing upwards at the sky. Attached on the end hung a white, swallow-tailed pennon emblazoned with a black falcon gently streaming in the mild wind.
In contrast to the hair of his steed, the warrior’s armour, gold and white, was highly polished and shining under the first rays of the rising sun. A large tower shield and a few swords on the side of the horse, a quarterstaff attached on the rider’s back and a matching helmet held under his arm completed the picture.
Even though the young man wasn’t a knight, his overall appearance and expression could make people compare him with one.
Garet of Tristan, Defender of the Order of the Falcons smiled softly. Just like the seasons were inextricably linked with the way how nature worked..., or how a warrior was connected with his gear… so were he and Reina.
Inseparable...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=450p7goxZqg&feature=kp
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As temperature slowly rose, the last fragments of mist twirling majestically around tree tops, finally started to give up the struggle against Rel’s persistent radiance and conceded to his unwavering brightness.
Spring exhaled its recipe for an upcoming beautiful day, offering an experience to all of the human senses. From the smell of fresh air emitted by the dewy, lush grass and blooming flowers..., the sight of budding trees boasting of their new found youth and colorful butterflies lifting off as graceful as ballerinas dancing towards the heavens..., the sound of early songbirds rehearsing melodies dedicated to their future mates, expressing their interpretation of joy and happiness…, to the typical spring weeds and twirling plants gyrating with the smooth wind, letting their tiny leafs dance to its tune.
It was a coming of age...
A pair of young, summer-blue eyes peering from under gold-like hair, consumed the view from high above the cliff near the gates of Ravenswatch. Mounted on a huge black stallion which was clearly breed for war, a fully armoured warrior oversaw the valley down below.
If the horse would have been an indication for its rider, it would probably have told he was noble, strong and reliable. The fact that the animal seemed well fed and looked after could have emphasized loyalty to one another.
One armoured glove held the reins in a relaxed position while the other embraced the shaft of an enormous spear pointing upwards at the sky. Attached on the end hung a white, swallow-tailed pennon emblazoned with a black falcon gently streaming in the mild wind.
In contrast to the hair of his steed, the warrior’s armour, gold and white, was highly polished and shining under the first rays of the rising sun. A large tower shield and a few swords on the side of the horse, a quarterstaff attached on the rider’s back and a matching helmet held under his arm completed the picture.
Even though the young man wasn’t a knight, his overall appearance and expression could make people compare him with one.
Garet of Tristan, Defender of the Order of the Falcons smiled softly. Just like the seasons were inextricably linked with the way how nature worked..., or how a warrior was connected with his gear… so were he and Reina.
Inseparable...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=450p7goxZqg&feature=kp
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Re: A Falcon...
*** Reporting in ***
Eron and Melfrid listened to the blond Defender standing on the other side of the clean and empty table. During Garet’s report only an occasional question was asked and once in a while a brow was raised.
Right after his return from Carcerum, Garet found himself in Eron’s meeting room. He had only freshed up his face and wiped off the blood and dirt from his gear with a rag right before he was summoned to enter. His armour was scratched and battered, his huge Falcon shield, probably beyond repair, standing next to the door. All in all it looked as if he had just returned from a massive offensive.
“The mine workers we did not find, and the cave or whatever it was has been sealed. For more information about what exactly was going on, and who made this one big prison, I’m awaiting the observations and conclusions of other party members, especially from those who are part of the Ordo as their knowledge and lore is far more greater than mine. But what I do know is that we were extremely lucky to keep these entities in it, contained. And I suggest to not go in there anymore and let the Talon guard the place.”
For a moment Garet recalled what Reina said an hour earlier… the urge to save and protect is so strong, but it was just too dangerous to head in there again. He couldn’t agree more.
The knights nodded and glanced at each other before Eron said,” You have brought a big problem in the picture and made sure it was investigated and is studied, either by yourself or by the companions you found. From what we understand you gathered, or attracted people from several factions like Ordo, Vanguard, Blades and even Fleet next to a few other. To evaluate further, we now would like to receive all the names of the ones who joined you.”
Garet nodded and listed the names one by one. If the knights noticed he left out a name or two while he earlier during his story was forced to mention them anonymously, they didn’t show.
Sir Melfrid was the one writing them down and once finished he looked up, his dark eyes on Garet,” We may seek out some of these people and consult them about your performance.”
“Yes, sir,” Garet nodded, as this was what he indeed had expected. After all, his earlier promotion to Defender had been so abrupt and was probably a direct consequence of the situation within the Order. With the interviews like Melfrid was planning, they would be able to determine if he really had earned his current rank.
Eron looked at his former squire and said,“ Garet, is there something you like add for yourself, things you have noticed and you like to share while working with all these people? I do know you are most of the times very factual, rather than showing your personal thoughts, let alone inner issues.”
Garet blinked once and answered,” Sir, especially as a warrior I like to have a clear mind when moving into combat so that my actions and decisions avoid or limit escalation of the situation. Whilst doing so I try to make sure doing my part and take other peoples actions into account. I judge them upon their actions and words, but not after only a short period, and I don’t feel inclined to let my personal issues, if I have them, mix or interfere while working with them. That being said, yes I do have them and a few times even I felt the limits of my patience. Truth is, this last mission was heavy on us all and if I felt that, others must have for certain, as I consider myself as a man with patience that is more than average. We were all pushed to our limits and frankly I cannot blame anyone for reaching them earlier than another. So I keep my thoughts to myself and wish only to thank those for who have assisted and tried to bring this mission to a good end.”
He paused for a brief moment before continuing,” And if any of the interviewed has had issues, specifically with me, I am open and willing to listen and learn, and to talk about that.”
Eron looked at Melfrid before turning to Garet again and nodding,” Very well, that is all and you are dismissed. Go look after your wife now.”
A few minutes later Garet was outside the Cathedral, and he caught himself how much he was enjoying the fresh air. He assumed some members of his former party may also have felt the first signs of claustrophobia on top of what they experienced, and that miss Yvalee was right indeed. The lack of something that was so natural, and often taken for granted, caused the effects of what he had seen among a few of them. For a moment it surprised him how calm he had felt in there, while on the other hand now noticing how glad he had felt they made it all out safely.
Garet took a deep breath and was grateful to Tharon for the freedom he now had of just walking home...
Eron and Melfrid listened to the blond Defender standing on the other side of the clean and empty table. During Garet’s report only an occasional question was asked and once in a while a brow was raised.
Right after his return from Carcerum, Garet found himself in Eron’s meeting room. He had only freshed up his face and wiped off the blood and dirt from his gear with a rag right before he was summoned to enter. His armour was scratched and battered, his huge Falcon shield, probably beyond repair, standing next to the door. All in all it looked as if he had just returned from a massive offensive.
“The mine workers we did not find, and the cave or whatever it was has been sealed. For more information about what exactly was going on, and who made this one big prison, I’m awaiting the observations and conclusions of other party members, especially from those who are part of the Ordo as their knowledge and lore is far more greater than mine. But what I do know is that we were extremely lucky to keep these entities in it, contained. And I suggest to not go in there anymore and let the Talon guard the place.”
For a moment Garet recalled what Reina said an hour earlier… the urge to save and protect is so strong, but it was just too dangerous to head in there again. He couldn’t agree more.
The knights nodded and glanced at each other before Eron said,” You have brought a big problem in the picture and made sure it was investigated and is studied, either by yourself or by the companions you found. From what we understand you gathered, or attracted people from several factions like Ordo, Vanguard, Blades and even Fleet next to a few other. To evaluate further, we now would like to receive all the names of the ones who joined you.”
Garet nodded and listed the names one by one. If the knights noticed he left out a name or two while he earlier during his story was forced to mention them anonymously, they didn’t show.
Sir Melfrid was the one writing them down and once finished he looked up, his dark eyes on Garet,” We may seek out some of these people and consult them about your performance.”
“Yes, sir,” Garet nodded, as this was what he indeed had expected. After all, his earlier promotion to Defender had been so abrupt and was probably a direct consequence of the situation within the Order. With the interviews like Melfrid was planning, they would be able to determine if he really had earned his current rank.
Eron looked at his former squire and said,“ Garet, is there something you like add for yourself, things you have noticed and you like to share while working with all these people? I do know you are most of the times very factual, rather than showing your personal thoughts, let alone inner issues.”
Garet blinked once and answered,” Sir, especially as a warrior I like to have a clear mind when moving into combat so that my actions and decisions avoid or limit escalation of the situation. Whilst doing so I try to make sure doing my part and take other peoples actions into account. I judge them upon their actions and words, but not after only a short period, and I don’t feel inclined to let my personal issues, if I have them, mix or interfere while working with them. That being said, yes I do have them and a few times even I felt the limits of my patience. Truth is, this last mission was heavy on us all and if I felt that, others must have for certain, as I consider myself as a man with patience that is more than average. We were all pushed to our limits and frankly I cannot blame anyone for reaching them earlier than another. So I keep my thoughts to myself and wish only to thank those for who have assisted and tried to bring this mission to a good end.”
He paused for a brief moment before continuing,” And if any of the interviewed has had issues, specifically with me, I am open and willing to listen and learn, and to talk about that.”
Eron looked at Melfrid before turning to Garet again and nodding,” Very well, that is all and you are dismissed. Go look after your wife now.”
A few minutes later Garet was outside the Cathedral, and he caught himself how much he was enjoying the fresh air. He assumed some members of his former party may also have felt the first signs of claustrophobia on top of what they experienced, and that miss Yvalee was right indeed. The lack of something that was so natural, and often taken for granted, caused the effects of what he had seen among a few of them. For a moment it surprised him how calm he had felt in there, while on the other hand now noticing how glad he had felt they made it all out safely.
Garet took a deep breath and was grateful to Tharon for the freedom he now had of just walking home...
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Re: A Falcon...
The rescue of Esmeralda Figura : viewtopic.php?f=2&t=12548&p=124190#p124190
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Re: A Falcon...
*** Knight night ***
The moment Garet rose to his feet, lightning flashed in brief sparkling bursts, illuminating the clouds and the walls with a cold blue light. Almost immediately thunder, sounding like a hill giant cracking the earth’s foundation, followed. The stained glass in the small chapel trembled dangerously, but the Defender was far too plunged in thought to pay attention.
The past three hours he had been meditating and praying, and tomorrow he would be knighted.
It came totally unexpected when sir Melfrid took him apart earlier today and told him to go down and inform his wife he wouldn’t come home this night. Without any further information, except that he would be staying in Ravenswatch, Garet went home only to deal with an excessively concerned wife. Rei had clung around his neck, telling him to be careful.
He could understand her reaction, as it was actually the first night ever they found themselves seperated from each other.
Garet opened his eyes and looked around. An hour after his departure from home he was brought here, to pray, to meditate all night, without food or drink and without having contact with anyone but Him, all in order to purify his soul.
He knew what was coming next. In the morning he would receive new ceremonial clothes and armour, but he wouldn’t be allowed to wear them before he had bathed thoroughly.
They also had taken his main weapons and shield, and handed them over to the Pastor in order to have them blessed. He would see them back by the end of the ceremony, when he would pick them up from the cathedral’s Great Altar.
Once he got cleaned and dressed up, the Pastor would hear him out, to see if he had to make any confessions to Lord Tharon, and right after that he would receive a sober breakfast.
The dubbing ceremony would take place in the early afternoon. He would be summoned, and appear before all the Knights of the First Council present and before everyone who wanted to witness this ceremony. There was also a slight chance the Knight Prefect himself would be present, but that wasn’t required for this knighting ceremony.
He would then kneel before his foster Knight, sir Melfrid, who would put him under the Oath of the Falcon, and making the new Knight swear on their Code. Garet would be tapped on the shoulder by the tip of his own sword, and declared Protector, one of the Knights 2th Rank.
He wouldn’t have to do anything else or do more tests that day, no challenges to prove himself worthy as he had earned his title, according to what they said.
But he also understood well that as from that day on, he would be having even more responsibilities and that everything he did would be still assessed and measured against their Values.
He had no idea how long he had been standing there and hadn’t even noticed how the thunderstorm slowly moved on and was replaced by a gentle drumming of fine raindrops against the glass.
Garet kneeled once more...
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The moment Garet rose to his feet, lightning flashed in brief sparkling bursts, illuminating the clouds and the walls with a cold blue light. Almost immediately thunder, sounding like a hill giant cracking the earth’s foundation, followed. The stained glass in the small chapel trembled dangerously, but the Defender was far too plunged in thought to pay attention.
The past three hours he had been meditating and praying, and tomorrow he would be knighted.
It came totally unexpected when sir Melfrid took him apart earlier today and told him to go down and inform his wife he wouldn’t come home this night. Without any further information, except that he would be staying in Ravenswatch, Garet went home only to deal with an excessively concerned wife. Rei had clung around his neck, telling him to be careful.
He could understand her reaction, as it was actually the first night ever they found themselves seperated from each other.
Garet opened his eyes and looked around. An hour after his departure from home he was brought here, to pray, to meditate all night, without food or drink and without having contact with anyone but Him, all in order to purify his soul.
He knew what was coming next. In the morning he would receive new ceremonial clothes and armour, but he wouldn’t be allowed to wear them before he had bathed thoroughly.
They also had taken his main weapons and shield, and handed them over to the Pastor in order to have them blessed. He would see them back by the end of the ceremony, when he would pick them up from the cathedral’s Great Altar.
Once he got cleaned and dressed up, the Pastor would hear him out, to see if he had to make any confessions to Lord Tharon, and right after that he would receive a sober breakfast.
The dubbing ceremony would take place in the early afternoon. He would be summoned, and appear before all the Knights of the First Council present and before everyone who wanted to witness this ceremony. There was also a slight chance the Knight Prefect himself would be present, but that wasn’t required for this knighting ceremony.
He would then kneel before his foster Knight, sir Melfrid, who would put him under the Oath of the Falcon, and making the new Knight swear on their Code. Garet would be tapped on the shoulder by the tip of his own sword, and declared Protector, one of the Knights 2th Rank.
He wouldn’t have to do anything else or do more tests that day, no challenges to prove himself worthy as he had earned his title, according to what they said.
But he also understood well that as from that day on, he would be having even more responsibilities and that everything he did would be still assessed and measured against their Values.
He had no idea how long he had been standing there and hadn’t even noticed how the thunderstorm slowly moved on and was replaced by a gentle drumming of fine raindrops against the glass.
Garet kneeled once more...
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Re: A Falcon...
*** Ceremony and announcement ***
What first may have seemed like a weekday to the several people who intended on making their prayers to Tharon, turned out a not so ordinary sight when they entered the Cathedral.
About a dozen impressive and fully armoured men, clad in gold and white, were standing in a semicircle around a likewise dressed man who was kneeling in front of one of them.
Several spectators, random passers and religious people tried to figure out what was going on. A little boy being lifted by his father as he wanted to catch a glimpse of the knights and their mighty blades, a retired priest nodding to himself with a slight smile of understanding, a market woman peeking and listening with that typical social curiosity and hopeful to have later also some gossip to ‘sell’ and draw more customers…
“... and therefore rise, Protector Garet Mellan.” The knight standing before the young man looked around at the other knights, before his dark eyes locked back on the blond man, now back on his feet. “We welcome Garet in our midst and in the circle of the Knights Second Rank.”
The other Falcons clapped and some of the spectators behind them joined in the applause as they had been listening to the reasons why the young man got knighted today.
And even before the applause faded a young beautiful woman found herself around the neck of the new Protector, kissing him thoroughly and smiling upon him through tears of happiness.
Just on their way out the people noticed the new announcement against the message board near the entrance of the Cathedral : viewtopic.php?f=20&t=12123&p=124228#p124228
What first may have seemed like a weekday to the several people who intended on making their prayers to Tharon, turned out a not so ordinary sight when they entered the Cathedral.
About a dozen impressive and fully armoured men, clad in gold and white, were standing in a semicircle around a likewise dressed man who was kneeling in front of one of them.
Several spectators, random passers and religious people tried to figure out what was going on. A little boy being lifted by his father as he wanted to catch a glimpse of the knights and their mighty blades, a retired priest nodding to himself with a slight smile of understanding, a market woman peeking and listening with that typical social curiosity and hopeful to have later also some gossip to ‘sell’ and draw more customers…
“... and therefore rise, Protector Garet Mellan.” The knight standing before the young man looked around at the other knights, before his dark eyes locked back on the blond man, now back on his feet. “We welcome Garet in our midst and in the circle of the Knights Second Rank.”
The other Falcons clapped and some of the spectators behind them joined in the applause as they had been listening to the reasons why the young man got knighted today.
And even before the applause faded a young beautiful woman found herself around the neck of the new Protector, kissing him thoroughly and smiling upon him through tears of happiness.
Just on their way out the people noticed the new announcement against the message board near the entrance of the Cathedral : viewtopic.php?f=20&t=12123&p=124228#p124228
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Re: A Falcon...
*** An evening off *** (by baby007 and jain zar)
Garet led his wife up the hill in the middle of the City of Cear. They passed the barracks, walked under an archway only to stop on an open quiet spot which provided them with an amazing view on the literal canyon of buildings that lined the streets. In the distance below they could both see the fountain shooting up, the late sun conjuring a beautiful palette of colors through the cool fresh sensation that was spread in every direction. A mild breeze clung to their skin as Garet moved his arm around the one he had chosen for life, stroking her upper arm gently. At their right they could see the dark blue of the inner sea, Rel’s light litting up the rocks that formed the shore left and right from the docks.
“What’s in the box, Garet?” Reina asked now for the second time, a hint in her voice betraying that the third time she may start sulking like only she could.
Garet chuckled softly and turned to the ‘box’ he had set down next to him a few moments earlier.
A black, silky blanket had been draped over the box-shaped object, a handle on top sticking through the fabric.
“Go on, take a look, my love.”
He didn’t had to say that twice as Reina eagerly took a hold of the silk and removed it.
Under it was not a box but a cage, and by the looks of it a bird cage. Behind bars sat a majestic raptor, camouflaged with subdued feathers of brown, dark orange and a bit of black and white at the pointed tips. Its eyes were bright yellow, and its head looked as it was wearing a dark helmet.
Reina blinked,” Why is it caged?” She turned to Garet and saw he was putting on some glove, running the straps a few times around his wrist and forearm. She looked from the glove to his face and saw his mouth corners going up. With her head tilting she wondered,” It shouldn’t be caged, should it?”
Garet kneeled and unlocked the cage while he whispered,” No my love, it shouldn’t.”
Reina watched and said,” He is so beautiful, look at him, so…. majectic.”
Carefully Garet took out the bird as if it was a precious and vulnerable object. Truth was, Garet was just careful in order not to shock the bird too much.
When the creature got out, Reina could see how long its tail actually was and how sickle-like talons gripped around the glove covering Garet’s forearm.
With the bird now on his arm, Garet carefully rose up to his feet, the mighty creature balancing on its support, without taking off.
Reina could now also see how a line was attached between the bird’s leg and the glove.
Her husband turned to her with a gentle smile,” Meet one of the fastest hunters there is…a falcon. When they swoop down, no enemy is safe or can outrun him.”
Reina made no loud noises or fast movements in efforts not to startle the bird. She whispered,” Is he captive?”
“He is in a way free, but he is used to hunt.”
She nodded,” He has been trained…” She saw how the falcon cocked his head and looked with one eye at her. She just gazed back at the beautiful creature.
Garet switched to fey, language of his lady’s ancestors,” Easy my friend, this is my wife, Reina.”
“He is sooo majestic, so…” then she smiled at the use of fey words.
“Reina, meet Talo, and it is a he indeed.”
“Hello Talo, you are so very beautiful…”
At that the bird blinked rapidly and only twice, cocking its head in rapid short movements.
“How heavy is he? Have you been working with him long?” she asked her husband.
“He is only a bit older than a year, not sure how much he weighs now but when he spreads his wings it’s like fourty inch."
Reina stroked his arm, watching the bird in fascination.
“So Talo, are you ready to earn your prize?”
The bird moved its head down a bit, as if to give the glove a better look.
Reina justed watched curiously, her eyes full of excitement.
Garet smiled, untied the line and with a sudden unannounced movement of his arm upwards, Talo took off in a small gust of wind, leaving only a single feather slowly circling back down to earth behind.
Reina’s eyes went wide as the bird took flight,” Oh my! Garet… look at him!”
Talo spread his mighty and pointed wings, flapping rapidly and amazingly quick gaining speed as he climbed to greater and greater heights.
“It was meant to be a surprise. Him and me have been training for a month now,” he softly said while looking after the bird, witnessing how fast he became a large dot against the bright sky.
“Oh love, is this one of the things that has been keeping you busy?” She looked at him, then at the dot, then a him again.
Talo seemed to be patiently soaring on the thermals caused by the warm air sucked up and now emitted by the city.
He couldn’t tell the pair below how he in the distance perceived a cloudless and endless ocean of midnight blues approaching what they called night. He couldn’t tell them about the fresh breeze up here and the taste of the salty sea air. He couldn’t tell them how quiet and peaceful things could really become and how terrible it must be never being able to feel the wind under their wings like he did, becoming one with the sky...
“Will he come back to you?” Reina asked as she heard how the bird emitted a short cry.
Garet seemed to be listening to the sky with his head tilted before he answered,” He already wants to come back. He wants his prize…”
Reina could see how the bird drew bigger and bigger circles in the sky, but somehow they always seemed perfectly in the middle.
Garet recalled how Talo earlier had tried to challenge his authority and didn’t immediately responded to the cry. He waited a few moments longer before he knelt and fetched what looked like a piece of raw meat, clearly meant to lure Talo.
He kept it out in his hand and knew the bird already must have seen it. Though if he didn’t responded within a minute, Garet would put it away again for a while. Just to make sure he was training the bird instead of the other way around. A bit like what he with Zeo did a while back. Probably unaware however, when Zeo had ‘tried’ to dominate the situation with the cure for his lycanthropy. Instead Garet had managed to take control over the situation and persuaded Zeo drinking the fluid offered.
The knight looked up at the bird. If Talo responded quickly he would grant him his prize quickly. If not…
But he didn’t had to wait long. Ten counts later the bird was already on its way, in a such a vertiginous swoop down and with such velocity towards its ‘prey’, that even after witnessing it dozens of times it still made Garet shiver of delight.
They could see how the bird shifted its shape to hyper streamline and slip through the layers of air, probably easily reaching a speed of more than hundred and fifty miles per hour.
Only seconds later and not far above them, the bird started to twist its body more forward and spread its wings, the claws flickering in the sun.
And before Reina realised, wind struck her in the face and the bird was on Garet’s arm. After rubbing in her eyes she saw Talo already had the lure offered to its beak.
She smiled and watched how the raptor devoured its prize. Then she looked at Garet,” Can he come home with us?”
Her husband nodded,” That… was my intention yes.”
Reina clapped enthusiasticly yet softly in her hands,” And can he be free?”
“Sure my love…”
Then Reina looked up at the knight, an impish grin decorating her face as she asked,” And can I have a puppy now...... ?”
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Garet led his wife up the hill in the middle of the City of Cear. They passed the barracks, walked under an archway only to stop on an open quiet spot which provided them with an amazing view on the literal canyon of buildings that lined the streets. In the distance below they could both see the fountain shooting up, the late sun conjuring a beautiful palette of colors through the cool fresh sensation that was spread in every direction. A mild breeze clung to their skin as Garet moved his arm around the one he had chosen for life, stroking her upper arm gently. At their right they could see the dark blue of the inner sea, Rel’s light litting up the rocks that formed the shore left and right from the docks.
“What’s in the box, Garet?” Reina asked now for the second time, a hint in her voice betraying that the third time she may start sulking like only she could.
Garet chuckled softly and turned to the ‘box’ he had set down next to him a few moments earlier.
A black, silky blanket had been draped over the box-shaped object, a handle on top sticking through the fabric.
“Go on, take a look, my love.”
He didn’t had to say that twice as Reina eagerly took a hold of the silk and removed it.
Under it was not a box but a cage, and by the looks of it a bird cage. Behind bars sat a majestic raptor, camouflaged with subdued feathers of brown, dark orange and a bit of black and white at the pointed tips. Its eyes were bright yellow, and its head looked as it was wearing a dark helmet.
Reina blinked,” Why is it caged?” She turned to Garet and saw he was putting on some glove, running the straps a few times around his wrist and forearm. She looked from the glove to his face and saw his mouth corners going up. With her head tilting she wondered,” It shouldn’t be caged, should it?”
Garet kneeled and unlocked the cage while he whispered,” No my love, it shouldn’t.”
Reina watched and said,” He is so beautiful, look at him, so…. majectic.”
Carefully Garet took out the bird as if it was a precious and vulnerable object. Truth was, Garet was just careful in order not to shock the bird too much.
When the creature got out, Reina could see how long its tail actually was and how sickle-like talons gripped around the glove covering Garet’s forearm.
With the bird now on his arm, Garet carefully rose up to his feet, the mighty creature balancing on its support, without taking off.
Reina could now also see how a line was attached between the bird’s leg and the glove.
Her husband turned to her with a gentle smile,” Meet one of the fastest hunters there is…a falcon. When they swoop down, no enemy is safe or can outrun him.”
Reina made no loud noises or fast movements in efforts not to startle the bird. She whispered,” Is he captive?”
“He is in a way free, but he is used to hunt.”
She nodded,” He has been trained…” She saw how the falcon cocked his head and looked with one eye at her. She just gazed back at the beautiful creature.
Garet switched to fey, language of his lady’s ancestors,” Easy my friend, this is my wife, Reina.”
“He is sooo majestic, so…” then she smiled at the use of fey words.
“Reina, meet Talo, and it is a he indeed.”
“Hello Talo, you are so very beautiful…”
At that the bird blinked rapidly and only twice, cocking its head in rapid short movements.
“How heavy is he? Have you been working with him long?” she asked her husband.
“He is only a bit older than a year, not sure how much he weighs now but when he spreads his wings it’s like fourty inch."
Reina stroked his arm, watching the bird in fascination.
“So Talo, are you ready to earn your prize?”
The bird moved its head down a bit, as if to give the glove a better look.
Reina justed watched curiously, her eyes full of excitement.
Garet smiled, untied the line and with a sudden unannounced movement of his arm upwards, Talo took off in a small gust of wind, leaving only a single feather slowly circling back down to earth behind.
Reina’s eyes went wide as the bird took flight,” Oh my! Garet… look at him!”
Talo spread his mighty and pointed wings, flapping rapidly and amazingly quick gaining speed as he climbed to greater and greater heights.
“It was meant to be a surprise. Him and me have been training for a month now,” he softly said while looking after the bird, witnessing how fast he became a large dot against the bright sky.
“Oh love, is this one of the things that has been keeping you busy?” She looked at him, then at the dot, then a him again.
Talo seemed to be patiently soaring on the thermals caused by the warm air sucked up and now emitted by the city.
He couldn’t tell the pair below how he in the distance perceived a cloudless and endless ocean of midnight blues approaching what they called night. He couldn’t tell them about the fresh breeze up here and the taste of the salty sea air. He couldn’t tell them how quiet and peaceful things could really become and how terrible it must be never being able to feel the wind under their wings like he did, becoming one with the sky...
“Will he come back to you?” Reina asked as she heard how the bird emitted a short cry.
Garet seemed to be listening to the sky with his head tilted before he answered,” He already wants to come back. He wants his prize…”
Reina could see how the bird drew bigger and bigger circles in the sky, but somehow they always seemed perfectly in the middle.
Garet recalled how Talo earlier had tried to challenge his authority and didn’t immediately responded to the cry. He waited a few moments longer before he knelt and fetched what looked like a piece of raw meat, clearly meant to lure Talo.
He kept it out in his hand and knew the bird already must have seen it. Though if he didn’t responded within a minute, Garet would put it away again for a while. Just to make sure he was training the bird instead of the other way around. A bit like what he with Zeo did a while back. Probably unaware however, when Zeo had ‘tried’ to dominate the situation with the cure for his lycanthropy. Instead Garet had managed to take control over the situation and persuaded Zeo drinking the fluid offered.
The knight looked up at the bird. If Talo responded quickly he would grant him his prize quickly. If not…
But he didn’t had to wait long. Ten counts later the bird was already on its way, in a such a vertiginous swoop down and with such velocity towards its ‘prey’, that even after witnessing it dozens of times it still made Garet shiver of delight.
They could see how the bird shifted its shape to hyper streamline and slip through the layers of air, probably easily reaching a speed of more than hundred and fifty miles per hour.
Only seconds later and not far above them, the bird started to twist its body more forward and spread its wings, the claws flickering in the sun.
And before Reina realised, wind struck her in the face and the bird was on Garet’s arm. After rubbing in her eyes she saw Talo already had the lure offered to its beak.
She smiled and watched how the raptor devoured its prize. Then she looked at Garet,” Can he come home with us?”
Her husband nodded,” That… was my intention yes.”
Reina clapped enthusiasticly yet softly in her hands,” And can he be free?”
“Sure my love…”
Then Reina looked up at the knight, an impish grin decorating her face as she asked,” And can I have a puppy now...... ?”
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Re: A Falcon...
*** Injured ***
Garet wrapped his arms around his Reina who was already sleeping again, a trauma to her skull causing that effect on top of a lot of headaches. The head injury was healed but the smack against her head had been so overwhelming that she just needed to lie down for at least a week.
He too had been injured significantly and needed some recovery as well. The young Falcon closed his eyes and recalled what happened while listening how his wife’s breathing slowed down.
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A cold afternoon in Lendose and what supposed to have been a meeting of the new Falcon officers turned out into something quite different. Their training ground, located less than an hour from town on foot, was approached by a rider in tattered armour, clinging to his saddle and bleeding out of several cuts.
A Kor company was reported a few hours North and had slain a group of allied warriors. Garet and the rest of the Falcons didn’t had to think twice. He sent word to Burning Troll Inn to warn Reina they would be riding out against the Kor. An hour later a cavalry unit consisting of Falcon officers and some of their ladies left the small base.
Less than two hours later they were facing the enemy. Garet saw immediately they would be outnumbered by at least two to one, but the Falcons were all trained as heavy cavalry and equipped according to that standard. Their primary role was to engage in direct combat with enemy forces, acting like shock troops with their greater mobility, bigger impact and higher position as main advantages over the Kor infantry.
Every Falcon was mounted on a large powerful horse, both rider and animal equipped with either scale, plated or chainmail armour colored with a mix of gold and white.
One Falcon listening by the name of James Hellix led them into battle. Lances were aimed and readied to thrust, and while the Falcon unit began to move, their attack was protected by a shortly preceding ranged attack of the ladies, shooting projectiles over their heads as they advanced.
As the heavy cavalry unit gained speed with their formation tight next to each other in a line, it looked as if nothing in the world would be able to stop this onrushing juggernaut. A child could predict these proud, charging knights were about to trample through the enemy infantry while their lances would pierce any Ork chest they would find on their path, whether it was protected by a breastplate or not.
The impact was just as terrible as the prediction, and within minutes almost half of the Kor company was dead or dying, the green grass of the small battlefield already slowly turning into shades of dark red. The Falcons pulled on their reins and in a gust of wind made their horses turn to face their foe once more. Lances, most of them snapped, some of the tips still buried in bodies, were dropped and blades were drawn to continue the battle.
Meanwhile and just before that second wave, the ladies harassed the Kor from behind with their arrows and bolts. The Orks saw it coming and to Garet’s horror, turned to the Reina and the rest of the ladies.
The men spurred their horses but couldn’t prevent the women from being assaulted. Riding on the back of his stallion, Garet saw how Reina fell after taking a hit. It was just like one of those evil dreams in which the subject wasn’t able to move and had to watch helplessly how harm to someone dear was done. Athos was probably one of the fastest horses in the Province, yet this time no horse would have looked fast enough to reunite the blond Falcon with his fallen lady.
The Kor leaning over the female bard, whose head was covered in her own blood, was pierced from behind by a blade thrown by Garet, a desperate yet efficient act. The young knight jumped from his black stallion and armed with his staff, Garet fought like a lion over his fallen lady’s body, unknowing and unable to check how severe her injuries were. The others did the same and ten minutes later the remaining Kor, barely two dozen, fled back North.
The Falcons didn’t pursue them as that would have been unwise given the number of wounded. True, not one Falcon or lady died that day and it was best to keep it that way since their main goal was accomplished.
Hundred and fifty bloodthirsty Kor had been denied access to the farmlands in the outer belt around Lendose and wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else.
Despite the several wounds and cuts, the Falcon knight sank to his knees and carefully took his wife’s head in his arms.
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Garet stroked the carmine hair.
The normally so imperturbable blond man had cried back there, and now he was doing it again, softly.
Never in his life had he been happier than to realise she was alive and would be okay soon. He thanked Tharon and Ishtar for being at their side and for watching over them. They would return within a short time, just a bit more careful, but together,... as always...
Garet wrapped his arms around his Reina who was already sleeping again, a trauma to her skull causing that effect on top of a lot of headaches. The head injury was healed but the smack against her head had been so overwhelming that she just needed to lie down for at least a week.
He too had been injured significantly and needed some recovery as well. The young Falcon closed his eyes and recalled what happened while listening how his wife’s breathing slowed down.
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A cold afternoon in Lendose and what supposed to have been a meeting of the new Falcon officers turned out into something quite different. Their training ground, located less than an hour from town on foot, was approached by a rider in tattered armour, clinging to his saddle and bleeding out of several cuts.
A Kor company was reported a few hours North and had slain a group of allied warriors. Garet and the rest of the Falcons didn’t had to think twice. He sent word to Burning Troll Inn to warn Reina they would be riding out against the Kor. An hour later a cavalry unit consisting of Falcon officers and some of their ladies left the small base.
Less than two hours later they were facing the enemy. Garet saw immediately they would be outnumbered by at least two to one, but the Falcons were all trained as heavy cavalry and equipped according to that standard. Their primary role was to engage in direct combat with enemy forces, acting like shock troops with their greater mobility, bigger impact and higher position as main advantages over the Kor infantry.
Every Falcon was mounted on a large powerful horse, both rider and animal equipped with either scale, plated or chainmail armour colored with a mix of gold and white.
One Falcon listening by the name of James Hellix led them into battle. Lances were aimed and readied to thrust, and while the Falcon unit began to move, their attack was protected by a shortly preceding ranged attack of the ladies, shooting projectiles over their heads as they advanced.
As the heavy cavalry unit gained speed with their formation tight next to each other in a line, it looked as if nothing in the world would be able to stop this onrushing juggernaut. A child could predict these proud, charging knights were about to trample through the enemy infantry while their lances would pierce any Ork chest they would find on their path, whether it was protected by a breastplate or not.
The impact was just as terrible as the prediction, and within minutes almost half of the Kor company was dead or dying, the green grass of the small battlefield already slowly turning into shades of dark red. The Falcons pulled on their reins and in a gust of wind made their horses turn to face their foe once more. Lances, most of them snapped, some of the tips still buried in bodies, were dropped and blades were drawn to continue the battle.
Meanwhile and just before that second wave, the ladies harassed the Kor from behind with their arrows and bolts. The Orks saw it coming and to Garet’s horror, turned to the Reina and the rest of the ladies.
The men spurred their horses but couldn’t prevent the women from being assaulted. Riding on the back of his stallion, Garet saw how Reina fell after taking a hit. It was just like one of those evil dreams in which the subject wasn’t able to move and had to watch helplessly how harm to someone dear was done. Athos was probably one of the fastest horses in the Province, yet this time no horse would have looked fast enough to reunite the blond Falcon with his fallen lady.
The Kor leaning over the female bard, whose head was covered in her own blood, was pierced from behind by a blade thrown by Garet, a desperate yet efficient act. The young knight jumped from his black stallion and armed with his staff, Garet fought like a lion over his fallen lady’s body, unknowing and unable to check how severe her injuries were. The others did the same and ten minutes later the remaining Kor, barely two dozen, fled back North.
The Falcons didn’t pursue them as that would have been unwise given the number of wounded. True, not one Falcon or lady died that day and it was best to keep it that way since their main goal was accomplished.
Hundred and fifty bloodthirsty Kor had been denied access to the farmlands in the outer belt around Lendose and wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else.
Despite the several wounds and cuts, the Falcon knight sank to his knees and carefully took his wife’s head in his arms.
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Garet stroked the carmine hair.
The normally so imperturbable blond man had cried back there, and now he was doing it again, softly.
Never in his life had he been happier than to realise she was alive and would be okay soon. He thanked Tharon and Ishtar for being at their side and for watching over them. They would return within a short time, just a bit more careful, but together,... as always...
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Re: A Falcon...
*** Prayer of a warrior ***
Garet kneeled in front of the statue of the Arch-Warrior at the temple in Cear. The white cloak which was draped over his broad shoulders and fastened with a simple brooch in the shape of a Falcon, partially folded around him on the floor, the snowy cloth almost looking unnatural against the stones. It was a brand new cloak as his previous one was torn and stained, tarnished with dirt and grime, and blood had seeped through a jagged tear in his left sleeve.
The temple was a centre of activity and filled with whispering, but then again the place also represented more than one god. Ever since the building had opened its doors people were able to worship their god on a safe location, which was good for those who insisted on visiting a temple or holy place when doing so.
Garet looked up at the statue before humbly lowering his head.
“My Lord Tharon, You are my strength and the god whom I trust when out there on the scene of war. I realize, when our own wisdom, our own strength and our own determination are no longer sufficient, we call on Your Name to renew us with Your Being, Your Presence,... even if we rode out with Your Blessings already upon us. Forgive me, if, on such an occassion I ask too much of You. I know humans are tough and the instinct for survival amidst hostile blades is strong within us. I know Your warriors can be bold in the hour of danger. I also know we are permitted to have our flaws and weaknesses, as there is a potential for growth in each of them.
No one’s life comes with instructions and it takes us, Your dedicated warriors, when pressing forward, a while before we discover our own resources are sometimes not sufficient for the battle at hand. As a warrior myself, I learned how to wait for You, My Lord,... I learned how to Trust in You, My Lord,... as faith is the victory that overcomes many battles and not only those taking place out there on the battlefield.
You are my shield, yet I know if I’m careless and let down my guard, the enemy’s arrows will rain down on me sooner or later, and will not only pierce flesh as some combat also takes place in a more spiritual world. Let there be never room for dread, fear, hatred, worry, or bitterness within me. Help me being prepared when a conflict requires a prayer and wisdom. Aid me and Your warriors on their path, making the forces of Evil give way.
I thank You and I will praise You, My Lord Tharon,... with my blade, with my heart and with my soul….”
On the small altar in front of the statue, the Falcon knight carefully laid down a simple yet ceremonial-looking blade as a form of donation minutes before he slowly rose to his feet.
He nodded to it and turned on his heels. Summer blue eyes oozed confidence as the young man, shrouded in white and gold, walked out vigorously towards the exit.
Garet kneeled in front of the statue of the Arch-Warrior at the temple in Cear. The white cloak which was draped over his broad shoulders and fastened with a simple brooch in the shape of a Falcon, partially folded around him on the floor, the snowy cloth almost looking unnatural against the stones. It was a brand new cloak as his previous one was torn and stained, tarnished with dirt and grime, and blood had seeped through a jagged tear in his left sleeve.
The temple was a centre of activity and filled with whispering, but then again the place also represented more than one god. Ever since the building had opened its doors people were able to worship their god on a safe location, which was good for those who insisted on visiting a temple or holy place when doing so.
Garet looked up at the statue before humbly lowering his head.
“My Lord Tharon, You are my strength and the god whom I trust when out there on the scene of war. I realize, when our own wisdom, our own strength and our own determination are no longer sufficient, we call on Your Name to renew us with Your Being, Your Presence,... even if we rode out with Your Blessings already upon us. Forgive me, if, on such an occassion I ask too much of You. I know humans are tough and the instinct for survival amidst hostile blades is strong within us. I know Your warriors can be bold in the hour of danger. I also know we are permitted to have our flaws and weaknesses, as there is a potential for growth in each of them.
No one’s life comes with instructions and it takes us, Your dedicated warriors, when pressing forward, a while before we discover our own resources are sometimes not sufficient for the battle at hand. As a warrior myself, I learned how to wait for You, My Lord,... I learned how to Trust in You, My Lord,... as faith is the victory that overcomes many battles and not only those taking place out there on the battlefield.
You are my shield, yet I know if I’m careless and let down my guard, the enemy’s arrows will rain down on me sooner or later, and will not only pierce flesh as some combat also takes place in a more spiritual world. Let there be never room for dread, fear, hatred, worry, or bitterness within me. Help me being prepared when a conflict requires a prayer and wisdom. Aid me and Your warriors on their path, making the forces of Evil give way.
I thank You and I will praise You, My Lord Tharon,... with my blade, with my heart and with my soul….”
On the small altar in front of the statue, the Falcon knight carefully laid down a simple yet ceremonial-looking blade as a form of donation minutes before he slowly rose to his feet.
He nodded to it and turned on his heels. Summer blue eyes oozed confidence as the young man, shrouded in white and gold, walked out vigorously towards the exit.
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Re: A Falcon...
*** Behind the waterfall ***
It was a lovely warm summer evening which Garet was sharing with his gorgeous half elf, half fey wife. Just like the current setting and surrounding scenery, she was -just- enchanting. More than once Garet had marvelled at her beauty, and wondered why someone would ever want to abandon her, an experience which happened to her twice. The story of Zeo and Quinn his Reina told him a few days ago caught him a bit by surprise and he had prayed to both Ishtar and Tharon they each may find their love, laughter and a bit of luck.
Maybe he couldn’t imagine why someone would leave Reina because he just loved her so much, and because he knew the feeling was mutual.
Garet looked at her, the carmine hair flowing over her curves and shielding parts that were about to be revealed.
She blushed a bit under the look of his summer blue eyes, the waterfall behind her gushing water over the rocks above them, the liquid silver changing into little sparkling diamonds the moment they hit the river’s bright blue surface with a rinkling melody.
He saw how she peeked over her shoulder at the sparkling water only to look back at him whilst briefly biting her lower lip. He smirked a bit when he perceived her twinkling eyes before she slowly started to swim backwards in the direction of the cave behind the waterfall.
Slowly he started to persue her, not too fast and giving her a slight moment to ‘escape’ as he was unwilling to break the spell and its enchanting effects she was creating.
Suddenly she disappeared under water, a flash of skin proof his wife was moving in the direction of their secret hideout.
It was intriging when she did that and he could only guess in what way she awaited him on the other side of this thick silvery curtain.
Instead of swimming, the Falcon just waded over and stepped through the thundering wall of water, the skin of his muscled torso deflecting this force of nature effortlessly.
He smirked again when he practically heard her gasping at his appearance, but he didn’t saw her yet. It took a bit longer for his eyes to adjust in the twilight on this other side of the waterfall.
But when they finally did, Garet could only blink. She was expecting him and how.
He narrowed his eyes playfully, offering her a light accusing look when he perceived blankets and pillows, a bottle of wine partially immersed in the ice cold water of a by-passing stream, and a small basket filled with food.
It was clear they would spend the night here behind the waterfall.
Free from any clothing the well-build young officer walked over to his awaiting love who received him more than willingly.
It was a lovely warm summer evening which Garet was sharing with his gorgeous half elf, half fey wife. Just like the current setting and surrounding scenery, she was -just- enchanting. More than once Garet had marvelled at her beauty, and wondered why someone would ever want to abandon her, an experience which happened to her twice. The story of Zeo and Quinn his Reina told him a few days ago caught him a bit by surprise and he had prayed to both Ishtar and Tharon they each may find their love, laughter and a bit of luck.
Maybe he couldn’t imagine why someone would leave Reina because he just loved her so much, and because he knew the feeling was mutual.
Garet looked at her, the carmine hair flowing over her curves and shielding parts that were about to be revealed.
She blushed a bit under the look of his summer blue eyes, the waterfall behind her gushing water over the rocks above them, the liquid silver changing into little sparkling diamonds the moment they hit the river’s bright blue surface with a rinkling melody.
He saw how she peeked over her shoulder at the sparkling water only to look back at him whilst briefly biting her lower lip. He smirked a bit when he perceived her twinkling eyes before she slowly started to swim backwards in the direction of the cave behind the waterfall.
Slowly he started to persue her, not too fast and giving her a slight moment to ‘escape’ as he was unwilling to break the spell and its enchanting effects she was creating.
Suddenly she disappeared under water, a flash of skin proof his wife was moving in the direction of their secret hideout.
It was intriging when she did that and he could only guess in what way she awaited him on the other side of this thick silvery curtain.
Instead of swimming, the Falcon just waded over and stepped through the thundering wall of water, the skin of his muscled torso deflecting this force of nature effortlessly.
He smirked again when he practically heard her gasping at his appearance, but he didn’t saw her yet. It took a bit longer for his eyes to adjust in the twilight on this other side of the waterfall.
But when they finally did, Garet could only blink. She was expecting him and how.
He narrowed his eyes playfully, offering her a light accusing look when he perceived blankets and pillows, a bottle of wine partially immersed in the ice cold water of a by-passing stream, and a small basket filled with food.
It was clear they would spend the night here behind the waterfall.
Free from any clothing the well-build young officer walked over to his awaiting love who received him more than willingly.
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Re: A Falcon...
*** Summertime ***
The sound of the children’s carefree laughter filled the field. Up ahead a boy and a girl ran after one another on the place where crops had grown tremendously. Even for this time of the summer some of the vegetables were really flourishing which said much about the weather conditions as well as the richness of the brown soil on which the two were playing. A bit further behind them was a meadow with soft green grass stretching towards the golden horizon. A small group of young horses had teamed up and ran swiftly over the blue, yellow and red flowers dotted all over the grass, already powerful looking muscles rippling along side their flanks under satin-like skin. There was a shallow ditch at the right edge of the meadow, contoured by a line of oak trees providing a shade, a place where one could find a cool and refreshing respite from the hot rays of Rel. Above the sky was deep blue and only an occassional cloud bounced slowly across the heavens. On the left grain crops rustled gently in the breeze, a softly babbling narrow brook flowing through it.
The armoured hand which had been resting on the saddle horn clenched the reins calmly, and heels gently nudged the black horse to start walking towards the large farm on the far right. The sun shinned off of a white and gold suit of plate armour, while the black silhouette of a falcon on an enermous white shield was at a display. A lance designed for cavalry charges was carried disciplined and proudly pointing sky upwards, the polished vamplate flickering in the light.
When the handicapped man working out front in what appeared a garden noticed the approaching rider, tears jumped in his eyes as his heart filled with pride like only a father can over a son who has been successful. The picture of the man he once was, had passed on to the young blond man now returning home. He held up his one good arm and waved while he called for someone. Only a moment later the front door swung open and a slender woman emerged from the farm, her long hair still beautiful yet more grey than ever before. A smile of joy lightened up her face and made the small wrinkles disappear. A musical laughter espaced her lips right before her hands covered her nose and mouth.
This was all like… a medicine.
“Garet, oh my!! Look at you!!” the woman despite her age surprisingly swiftly leaped fowards and hugged the armoured man who had jumped off his horse. Grey-blue eyes looked up into his, into the eyes of the one she once carried.
The Falcon smiled upon his mother, his summer blue eyes twinkling with the pleasure of the moment. “Hello mother…”
His mother’s hands brushed over the armour, her eyes roaming over the plate before looking back up at her son. Her hand gently cupped his cheek, her eyes filled with love and pride. “You remind me of someone...,” Fiona said before she like a teenage girl peeked over her shoulder at her husband Richard.
Garet looked over at his father who approached him, and noticed how his eyes were shiny,” Father...” he said as he inclined his head lightly.
“My goodness, Garet…” was all he seemed able to bring out before he embraced his son with his one good arm, patting him on the back.
“It’s… it’s been a while…”
“It mosty certainly has!” his mother blurred out before she peeked over her son’s shoulder as if she was looking for someone,” Reina… where… how is she!?”
And when her eyes went up to her son’s face, she knew. That typical wonderful and warm smile on his face, and those eyes glittering… just like her husband when she…
Fiona's eyes widened and she brought her hand to her lips when she noticed Garet’s slow nod.
“Oh my… oh… oh my…!!” she cried out.
“Hm… what…?” Richard asked, looking a bit confused after these nonverbal exchanges followed by his wife’s reaction.
Fiona rolled her eyes and grabbed her husband to hug him,” Oooh, silly man!”
“What?” he blinked and looked from his wife to his amused son.
“Reina… she is pregnant…”
The sound of the children’s carefree laughter filled the field. Up ahead a boy and a girl ran after one another on the place where crops had grown tremendously. Even for this time of the summer some of the vegetables were really flourishing which said much about the weather conditions as well as the richness of the brown soil on which the two were playing. A bit further behind them was a meadow with soft green grass stretching towards the golden horizon. A small group of young horses had teamed up and ran swiftly over the blue, yellow and red flowers dotted all over the grass, already powerful looking muscles rippling along side their flanks under satin-like skin. There was a shallow ditch at the right edge of the meadow, contoured by a line of oak trees providing a shade, a place where one could find a cool and refreshing respite from the hot rays of Rel. Above the sky was deep blue and only an occassional cloud bounced slowly across the heavens. On the left grain crops rustled gently in the breeze, a softly babbling narrow brook flowing through it.
The armoured hand which had been resting on the saddle horn clenched the reins calmly, and heels gently nudged the black horse to start walking towards the large farm on the far right. The sun shinned off of a white and gold suit of plate armour, while the black silhouette of a falcon on an enermous white shield was at a display. A lance designed for cavalry charges was carried disciplined and proudly pointing sky upwards, the polished vamplate flickering in the light.
When the handicapped man working out front in what appeared a garden noticed the approaching rider, tears jumped in his eyes as his heart filled with pride like only a father can over a son who has been successful. The picture of the man he once was, had passed on to the young blond man now returning home. He held up his one good arm and waved while he called for someone. Only a moment later the front door swung open and a slender woman emerged from the farm, her long hair still beautiful yet more grey than ever before. A smile of joy lightened up her face and made the small wrinkles disappear. A musical laughter espaced her lips right before her hands covered her nose and mouth.
This was all like… a medicine.
“Garet, oh my!! Look at you!!” the woman despite her age surprisingly swiftly leaped fowards and hugged the armoured man who had jumped off his horse. Grey-blue eyes looked up into his, into the eyes of the one she once carried.
The Falcon smiled upon his mother, his summer blue eyes twinkling with the pleasure of the moment. “Hello mother…”
His mother’s hands brushed over the armour, her eyes roaming over the plate before looking back up at her son. Her hand gently cupped his cheek, her eyes filled with love and pride. “You remind me of someone...,” Fiona said before she like a teenage girl peeked over her shoulder at her husband Richard.
Garet looked over at his father who approached him, and noticed how his eyes were shiny,” Father...” he said as he inclined his head lightly.
“My goodness, Garet…” was all he seemed able to bring out before he embraced his son with his one good arm, patting him on the back.
“It’s… it’s been a while…”
“It mosty certainly has!” his mother blurred out before she peeked over her son’s shoulder as if she was looking for someone,” Reina… where… how is she!?”
And when her eyes went up to her son’s face, she knew. That typical wonderful and warm smile on his face, and those eyes glittering… just like her husband when she…
Fiona's eyes widened and she brought her hand to her lips when she noticed Garet’s slow nod.
“Oh my… oh… oh my…!!” she cried out.
“Hm… what…?” Richard asked, looking a bit confused after these nonverbal exchanges followed by his wife’s reaction.
Fiona rolled her eyes and grabbed her husband to hug him,” Oooh, silly man!”
“What?” he blinked and looked from his wife to his amused son.
“Reina… she is pregnant…”
Falcon Knight Garet Mellan, Lucius Eberhardt, Madam Franciezka, Knight-Aspirant Depheant Makepeace, Magister Elvina Hellcat, Sirvius Darkmoon