Thread: Tales of Fantasia ~~ Ironic and Isenhart  (Discontinued)

RE Tales of Fantasia Ironic and Isenhart Again, the two younger men exchanged a strange look while the older man stroked his full beard in a thoughtful manner. The three were in silent agreement that this woman could not be permitted to accompany them. Though it was not wise to question or doubt the strength of the magically-attuned elven races, this woman was a special case. She was clearly injured. It was also quite likely that she had not eaten or drank much in the past three days since the event at the royal wedding. It was easy to assume by her tattered attire that she had been a guest there. She had to be relatively weak from this combination of conditions. That, of course, left them with another problem that they could not ignore. They could not turn their back on her. A woman in this condition would not last long out here. Between the bandits, the wildlife, and the orc stronghold that was situated atop the nearby mountain, the silver-haired elf would not make it far on her own. Even if she did, Prince Gadwin had issued a bounty on any and all elves that had been attending the royal wedding. All except the princess was to be tried and executed for the murder of the late king. The princess, unbeknownst to the people, would still be forced to marry the Prince and become a slave - a key to controlling the elven kingdom of Numeria. Seeing that the three men did not buy into the theory that the elves had staged this entire event, they could not just leave this girl to that fate. I cannot permit you to accompany us, the older man stated after several moments. We are here to quell the recent bandit activity in this area and you do not appear that you are in any condition for such activities. As the man uttered those last words, he rose his hand to the elf with his palm open, as if to silence the rebuttal that he had been expecting. There was only one elf that he dealt with regularly and she always had to have the last word, so it was easy to assume that it was an elf thing. The older man then turned his head toward Isenhart to offer a gentle smile. Would you be so kind as to see this young woman to Avistan? I believe that she is more dire need of your aid than Allister and myself. Isenhart nodded in response to Frederick's request. He did not need an explanation as to why. With the happenings of the past several days, Avistan would be the safest place for this woman within the entirely of the human kingdoms. It was the only place where this woman could be truly safe until the dust from this tragic event had settled and the elven court cleared of their supposed crimes. It was then that the oldest knight turned his attention back to 'Autumn'. That is settled then, he said. You will be escorted to Avistan, where you will be welcome to rest and recover. A simple smirk slid across Allister's lips at this turn of events. He and Isenhart had something of a friendly rivalry and while it was an honor to fight beside a man capable of matching the behemoth man's skill in a fight, this would make for one tale of battle and valor that he would have and Isenhart would not. Besides, Isenhart was not one to take pleasure in the assault of bandits. Though there were rare cases, such as the four idiots that still lay on the ground at their feet, most bandits were not inherently bad. Many times, they were men who had not been fortunate in life and were merely trying to feed their families. If Isenhart was sent back to Avistan now, Allister would not have to suffer his fellow knight's moral objections later in the journey.