Dream of the Archer- Sign Ups!

[Drusilla]

Restarting an old idea of mine... Here goes nothing...

Dream of the Archer

Wayfaring warrior soul - still wild
The archer stands
Arrow measured to the goal - sing of
Strong and living man
In his mind there is a vision wand’ring
Through the forest town
Telling of riches only given if through
The woods the way is found

Crying, "Ah! beautiful dancers ...wake up
From your sleep!
Ahhh gentle romancers...drink of love
So sweet!"

Treasure glowing in their eyes - forest
Deepens dark their dream
Keep to the pathway he advise the woods
Are more than they might seem
Heed you now the apparition bending never
Ending sounds
Call you into her mystery - are your eyes
Not sparkling now?

Sighing "Ahh! take you no warning -
Make no foolish fight
Ahh, think not of morning - lie here
Through the night!"

"Beauty take us!" they call "In my arms!"
They hear her say
Silken web falls - mist illusion rips away
Helpless! helpless! now they scream
Helpless on the path he stands
And awakens from his dream singing string
Beneath his hand

Gentle archer ages old - release the aim
Free the goal
Roll your arrow to my soul - release the aim
Free the goal

"No!" The girl yelled, slamming her fist on the table. The flagons of mead rattled and the candle shook from the force of the blow; several of the tavern patrons threw her nasty looks.

"Keep it down, will ye?" the barmaid scolded.

"Sorry," the girl murmured, not looking very sorry at all. "Look, we can't wait for the royal troops to make it to the coast; the size of a force needed to push the enemy back would make it too slow, and someone needs to reach the coast by midsummer. the army won't make it until early fall at best, and by then it would be too late!"

"And if we go, our chances are better how?" one of her companions asked. "Regeane, we're no match for professional soldiers, and to be frank, I'd rather stay at home and wait to be overrun by the barbarians than run off and bash my head out against their front lines."

"We're not going to fight them, we're going to sneak through and get to the coast! From there, we'll head to the Crystal Isle."

"If it even exists," another companion interjected. "Genie, why are you so obsessed about this? OK, so you have some wierd abilities and can pick a lock or two, Aldrich and the guys can bash a few heads in ectetra. Honestly, why do you believe that we can journey from here all the way to the coast, through hostile territory, find a place that may or may not exist and save our homeland? We're not legendary heroes, and there haven't been any for centuries. It's a nice thought but the Age of Heroes is well over. Even if the Tale of the Archer is true, who's to say that the bloodline still exists?"

Regeane pulled a chain necklace from beneath her shirt; on it was a clear key. Her first companion groaned.

"Not the bloody key again..."

"Oi, what's that?" Another companion reached out and held the key still.

"It's nothing but a glass key, some little trinket that Regeane was found with when she was a baby. I've told her a million times that it's nothing, but she won't listen to me. I've even tried to have Mum take it from her, but it didn't work."

"Just because you're doubtful doesn't mean you're right," Regeane shot back at her foster brother.

"That's enough, you two. In theory, if we were to go and attemt this, would we make it in time? Even you'd have to admit, Genie, if we couldn't get there before midsummer there's little point in trying," the third companion pointed out.

"You're just encouraging her, Aeryn," grumbled the foster brother.

"Oh, yes," Regeane said happily, pulling a dagger from her sleeve and motioning about at the map in front of her. "This is were we are, of course; a direct journal by foot would take a few weeks, going through the mountains here and passing through Alderford on the other side. Them we'd go through-"

"Alderford Forest. Dad went through them once... Says 'e wouldn't do it again, not for all the gold in the world. Powerful magick, there, the whole bloody place being cursed and all. Me dad's not one to scare easily, neither," cut in the third companion.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Cutting through the forest is the quickest route to the ocean, though... Anyway, I don't see much point in worrying about it until we know all of our options-"

A man burst through the tavern door, dripping blood from his chest where a crossbow bolt had pierced deeply. "Soldiers!" he gasped. "They're coming, run!"

"Aldrich!" Regeane cried, leaping to her feet and running to the man's side. He staggered forward and fell to the floor.

Regeane turned him over with slight difficulty and brushed the sweat-drenched hair from his eyes. "No..." she whispered. "Please, don't die, Aldrich, please..."

Aldrich smiled weakly, his breath coming in short gasps. "Genie... love, get out of here. I'm all ready done for, don't risk yourself." He took her hand, the hand where his betrothal band glittered on her finger. "Don't forget me, love, but... don't forget to live... You'll make a fine wife for some lucky man someday... but it seems... my luck has... run out..."

"No, you'll be fine!" Regeane sobbed, tears pouring down her face. Aldrich gently brushed them from her eyes and pressed his scabbard into her hands.

"Genie, get out of here... If not for yourself... then for me. Don't... forget to live... Genie... I love you..." his voice trailed off with his last breath.

Regeane screamed, struggling against her friends who dragged her from the tavern into the trees at the edge of the village. Flame licked higher and brighter into the night as homes and shops burned; screams rent the peaceful air as women and children were ridden down and brutally murdered as their husbands and fathers tried in vain to protect them. The barbarians were creeping farther inland... and there was no one to stop them.


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Class: (healer, warrior, rogue, etc.)
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Name: Regeane
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Class: rogue/mage
Skills: pick-pocketing, picking locks, evasion, other rogue-ish things; mild magickal skill which really hasn't developed yet
Physical Description: Tall (6'1") and slender, her skin is a light olive tone and her facial structure is exotic. She doesn't look like any of the people of her village, or her country, for that matter. Some say she looks like an ancient race from long ago, some just say that she's foreign. Her eyes are icy blue and angular, her cheek bones are high, her nose is small and straight, her hair is midnight black, straight as a board, and very lustrous, and her lips are full and sensuous (not to mention pouty when she doesn't get her way). Her light build makes her very acrobatic and agile; she's a fast runner and can move without a sound. She wears typical peasant garb over a fitted outfit of black leather pants and top.
Personality: Headstrong, unpredictable, quirky, impulsive, and playful, Regeane is a handful and then some. When she was younger, she constantly cause havoc and would often be labled a trouble-maker. As she got older, her tricks became more elaborate but less damaging to people and property. She loved to pick the pockets of villagers in the market and hand them their own belongings later on. Her foster mother tried to get her interested in boys, but that only caused more chaos, as she excelled at instigation and giving people the slip. Aldrich was the only person ever able to "control" her in any way, and only then very slightly.
Element and species: Stellar and elven
Weapon(s) of choice: light blades (daggers, short swords, sais, etc.), with slight proficiency with short bows.
Relationships: Was engaged to Aldrich the blacksmith, now deceased.
Other: She's an orphan; no one knows where she came from or who she is. The only clue is the key, which doesn't mean anything at this point.

[Samchu]

I remember this! And it's been too long since I last participated in a Dru rpg ^^

Name: Galen
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Class: Warrior / hunter
Skills: tracking, trap laying, trap detection, slight ability to read the actions of wild animals, lethal in hand-to-hand and ranged combat
Physical Description: 6'1 in height with a short crop of black hair and two-day-old stubble. His body is disproportioned with a strong, muscled torso (wide shoulders, etc) but thin legs. He looks as if he's unable to support his own body weight but his legs are stronger than they look and make him more agile than typical men of his size. He has a round face and muddy brown eyes. He dresses in typical hunter's gear; light, close-fitting garments that blend well into the nearby woodland.
Personality: Has an understand of things that surprises people. He's not one to talk much about himself or let people know what he's thinking but he still manages to partake in social discussions.
Element and species: Dark & dragon
Weapon(s) of choice: Two thin, one-handed swords (worn against each hip) and a crossbow.
Relationships: Grew up with Aldrich and the two were practically brothers. However, he and Genie have always hated each other though Galen's reasons for this remain unknown.
Other: He was with Aldrich when the soldiers attacked them but escaped the attack unharmed. Whilst Aldrich went to warn his fiance, Galen began attempting to evacuate people and is not with the group when they first head into the forest (though he'll catch them up later). He blames himself for Aldrich's death. Firstly, for not being able to protect him and secondly, for the fact that it was one of his bolts that brought about his friend's fate. Though he is not as at fault as this description makes it seem...