Thread: Stranger things.....(Razgriz x Lady Bloody Ava)

After everything was said and done, Bainard was dismissed, leaving King Richard to his thoughts. Cerian would be sent out today he knew this was going to cost him a fair sum to procure the fire-mage's services, but it would be coin well spent if it meant that horde of blighters was taken care of. Unlike the elves, the humans often held little regard for the well-being of nature while they certainly weren't wasteful, their methods of procuring supplies from their surroundings were seen by the Elves and the Fae in majority as less than desirable....and that was being polite about it all. Richard however, had more pressing matters on his mind he then called for a messenger to send word for Ulthane Black, the eldest and largest of the Black Brothers. The scrawny boy bowed before leaving in quite the hurry, knowing it would behoove him to not keep the good King waiting long. Before long, a series of thundering footsteps were heard as a giant of a man entered the throne room. Standing at almost eight feet tall, his limbs and torso were a few times thicker than an average man's body, every inch covered in simple blue robes. Calluses and scars covered his fingers and hands, evidence of his skill and years as a metal-smith. Dull brown eyes peered at the King from beneath pronounced ocular ridges, his squared jaw covered in an unruly red beard meeting up with his equally shaggy red hair on his head. A flattened, downward-pointed nose rested in the middle of his face, giving him a rather 'unique' appearance. A hammer as big as he was was slung across his back it was often rumored that Ulthane was the spawn of an Orc and a human, given his brutish mannerisms, unrelenting durability in combat and very off-putting appearance. Ah, what d'ya want, Your Majesty ? Ulthane asked his 'Lord' in a slightly irritated tone, his accent resembling that of a Scotsman. You know why I summoned you here, Ulthane.....The weapon..... Richard started to say, but Ulthane cut him off, Ah, shove off with that, would ya? We're working as fast as we can...... At this several Knights drew their swords, clearly irked at the disrespectful tone. Ulthane just chuckled, saying as he took his hammer into his hands You think you can hurt me with those butter spreaders? You're welcome to give a try.... Richard however stood up and proclaimed, Enough! Guards, lower your weapons! You as well, Ulthane! I will not have human blood shed in my throne room! Especially not by any of you! There was a long moment of contention as Ulthane and the Knights of the Court stared each other down, but finally they disengaged. Ulthane...Just tell me, when will it be ready? Richard then asked exasperatedly, his face showing the strains of trying to keep his kingdom from falling apart Ulthane smirked and replied, A couple more days....Just workin' out a few little chinks, is all And with that, Ulthane left to return to his work he had a family to feed, and he wasn't going to make his share standing here yapping away. That was him, though Short and to the point. After that subsided, Richard then began making preparations to send an envoy to the Elven Kingdom to cease the hostilities between them. As all this was going on, a group of young boys were being trained in the skills of swordsmanship they naturally used ones made of wood, as it would be far too dangerous to use steel blades. Patrolling around the groups of practicing prospective knights was one Sir Trystram Delyens, Head Paladin of the highest Order of Chivalry at the Court of King Richard - The Inner Circle. He was only one of ten, but he was the leader of the most talented brotherhood of Knights to ever grace the Kingdom of Man. His skill with a sword, especially the longsword, was unmatched - at least, as far as anyone could tell. His strong fingers brushed aside shoulder-length ginger locks as he scanned the group, his hazel hues looking over each young Knight-to-be's form and technique they may be Knights-in-training, but this was more than that. They were looking for those who might be considered worthy to someday join the Inner Circle itself. And to that end, each of the eight boys here trained their minds and bodies to be able to adapt to almost any combat situation on the field. Of them, one stood out An orphan, surprisingly enough. Trystram had taken this boy under his wing after having seen him save a young girl from a vicious boar that had broken free from one of the farms. If there was one thing that the Inner Circle prided itself on, it was fearlessness and courage. Protecting those who could not protect themselves, no matter the cost. The boy - one Abel Dosar - was a bastard child, and a bit slow when it came to learning the finer aspects of swordsmanship, but he tried his hardest and proved himself to be very capable. But, he still had a ways to go the quality that made him stand out though, was his persistence. Whereas the other children would give up rather quickly, Abel somehow found the tenacity and persistence to keep going, no matter how skilled his opponent was. Abel was also an unusual child in other respects His hair was white as a dove's feather and his eyes silver like the polished steel of a sword. Very unusual physiological traits for a human however, what the boy looked like was of little concern to Trystram. The fact was this boy of sixteen years age had potential, and if he could just work it out of him, the Head Paladin knew young Abel would make himself into a fine warrior.