Ages Eternal [IC] (Ages Eternal) Obus

The Elf who led the group stepped forward, the thin, silver band on her head shimmering with a soft light as she made the guttural sounds of which the being's language was comprised off. Her eyes softly glowed blue as she began to talk; "No, you misunderstood." She then coughs; struggling with the complicated language. "I welcomed you to our lands and asked if you were in need of assistance or simply grave a friendly conversation..." She then smiled gently before saying; "And our goddess is called Ílluminaë..."

The two other Elves looked at their leader in awe; surprised by her usage of divine Elven magic. They were, however, shocked by the sounds their leader produced and stepped closer; checking if she was alright.
 
Naguk was... surprised. The creature here was speaking perfect Orcish, yet they had never seen such a person as this. he responded in his own tongue "We looking for the Great Maidens land of Urzegebir, the Land Promised to us. We only passing through. Some understanding of the surrounding landscape and perhaps shelter is all we might want." he put authoritatively. It was clear that Naguk was the one to speak for this band of explorers, though Ruzt didn't seem too thrilled at that point.
 
"The Great Maiden's land of Urzegebir?" The Elf replied and glanced back at her group. The Elves behind her flustered; unsure what to say. "I am not familiar with that place." She then opened her arms and smiled; "You say you're only passing through and in need of shelter and nourishment?"

The other two Elves stepped forward; urging their leader to think it through; "You can't..." The silent Elf said, before stepping back. The male Elf nervously coughed and hurried to get back himself; his fair white cheeks now burning red.

The leader of the group noticed the authoritative tone in the being's voice. She first turned to her group, and with her own voice in her own language she said; "We cannot let these wanderers starve. The goddess would want us to help them..." She then turned towards the orc, and as her eye shone weakly blue she said; "We can offer you exactly that. If you were to follow us?"
 
To say it was hard for the Golems to wake the elves up was an understatement. A variety of techniques was used, but nothing seemed to work. Eventually, they had to drag a flame giant all the way up from the Forge Depths to let out an ear achingly loud roar before the elves stirred.

Marching in once that was done, Belra'Domush and his guards walked in again. Clapping his metallic hands once, he greets the sleepy elves. "Up and at 'em! We have a lot of land to cover and only a short amount of time! Your party and resources are ready and waiting for you by the gate! Up up up!" He says, as his guards pick up whatever eleven hadn't made it out of their beds in time and practically march their new friends all the way to the gate, using a sliding shortcut.

At the gates to the Citadel, a group of thirty one Golems stood. Ten of them were Magma, their internal flame far more prominent than Balak'Hurr. Next to them were three Golden Golems, their bodies adorned in fanciful carvings, a new fashion statement that had spread like wildfire throughout the Golem people. The Magma and Golden Golems would help the elf people with the creation of their civilisation, as well as generally invent for the two races.

Guarding the Golden Golems were six Silver guards each, for a total of eighteen. These guards would also serve to provide the sheer muscle that elves couldn't attain. The Silver Golems carried five large backpacks each, stuffed to the brim with equipment and food.

Belra'Domush turned to the elf queen. "Resources will already be making their way through a variety of the tunnels we have underneath the range. By the time we make it there, we should already have access to enough to get set up." He states, before he makes his way over to join the rest of the Golden Golems and his guards went to pick up packs laid off to the side, clapping a few elves on the back when they do so, as if to say 'Surprise! We're coming too! You ain't rid of us yet!'
 
Naguk was obviously hesitant. The group waited to follow him with the indigenous people. Naguk did not move. He did not trust these people, though he did not trust anyone. And the term 'shelter' DID come from him...

Ruzt simply murmured into Naguk's ear "Trust in the Great Maiden and the might of Orcs. We shall not be proven unworthy, should it come to testing us." The party of Orcs agree'd to follow these elves.
 
Tauren smiled at the Golden Golem and said; "We'll be eternally thankfull, Golden One." She bowed her head slightly in appreciation.

When Anya noticed that the Golems were packing the bags she sighed happily; "Great, does this mean i won't have to infuse every little stone myself anymore?" She looked at Tauren and smiled.

Tauren chuckled and said; "We should ask the Golems to train some of our own people. Or maybe you could, Anya." She then turned to walk next to the Golden Golem, who had introduced himself as Belra'Domush. "Well then, shall we get going?" She asked and her crown light up; less bright than it was before. Anya noticed this and nudged the queen; "We should make haste..."

They then set off towards their homeland...

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The Elf who lead her group smiled and turned around. Now walking towards their - currently being constructed - capital, both the silent female and nervous male Elves kept silent and to themselves.

The Elf who lead the being towards their capital then told the two other Elves to keep moving whilst she herself decreased speed until she walked next to the being with the authoritative tone in his voice.

"I am delighted to escort you to our capital. I must say that it isn't much just yet; but we are trying." She smiled at him and fidgeted with her cloak before she continued; "I hope you don't mind my curiosity, but what should we call you and your... race?" Her silver headband had glowed all the while; her eyes softly glowing blue. It was a indication of her using her divine magic.
 
"We are Orcs, the blood of H'mog." He would say proudly, if not a bit stand-offish. His cold demeanor was generally non-diplomatic, but he still held himself in a very authoritative way. "We mighty and many in this world. What... if I ask may, is you?" Karshnak had at this point tried to speak to the other elves; Not getting far. But Karshnak, again, could not take a hint. Ruzt seemed to be praying calmly as they walked.
 
"We, like i said before, are Elves. We are the children of Ílluminaë." She then smiled when she realized that he had said that there were many of them; "It is good that there are many of you. We're fewer in numbers. But we're growing, you could say." She laughed a clear laugh when she realized on of the other... Orcs... tried to talk to her group. She said; "My friends won't be able to talk to you. They do not understand what it is you're saying."
 
Naguk wanted to ask, but at the same time did not want to say the goddess's complicated name. "What... What you goddess for?" The elf might notice a slight nervousness in his tone, not fear, but apprehension. The other orcs, besides Karshnak, simply stood off a distance. They did not seem to want to get too close, without even noticing it.

At last, the group arrived at the Temple, and the 18 orcs saw hundreds of the elves grouped together. This only made the party more apprehensive around them. Subconsciously, they knew there where deep, inherit differences, like vast chasms that could never be crossed, between the two people.
 
"Our goddess is for Light, the good in people's hearts and wisdom." The Elf said and smiled at the Orc; "And what is H'Mog all about?" The Orc would notice that the Elf pronounced their god's name right, for she was speaking in their language.

When they arrived at the Temple the two Elves immediately hurried off towards the temple and sank on their knees in front of the pedestal on which the pillar was to be placed.

"Welcome to our home." The Elf said and uttered the Orcs to follow her. "We'll first try and get you some food. We do not have much, but what we do have we share." As they walked towards the place where they all ate, several other Elves hurried to get out of the Orcs' way; calling for Ílluminaë to guide them to safety. The Elf saw that and uttered the Orcs to stay calm. "We... We have never seen a race such as yours. Which is why they react like this. My apologies." She then stopped at a table and said; "Sit down, please. The food will be with you shortly." She then waited for the Orcs to sit down.
 
The Orcs slowly began to sit, staying near each other and away from the elves. Naguk took this opportunity to respond to the elf's earlier question regarding H'mog. "H'mog is an old god who is for Strength, dominance and the might of all Orcs. His step spawns us - or used to, and his words commanded the animals and the very stones in the earth... Though today we follow the Great Maiden, first blessed of H'mog, a she-orc given his mighty power. H'mog give her all power he can give." Naguk resisted reciting the holy texts to the elf. At this they were mostly silent, waiting for food.
 
The Elf listened to the Orcs and smiled, yet couldn't help stepping back a bit. She flustered a bit before saying; "Your... Your nourishment will be right here." She then turned around, sighed in relief and walked off to the temple, where she joined the two other Elves and began to pray.

Six - absurdly beautiful - Elven women walked towards the Orc-filled tables and began to give them beautifully crafted, silver plates, knifes and forks. They then walked off and returned with all kinds of food. There wasn't any meat; for the Elves didn't eat any. The Elves then brought forth jugs filled with water freshly pumped from the newly constructed waterways and magically crafted glass cups in which it could be poured. They then stepped back an continued to serve the other Elves; their behavior as respectful and graceful as with the Orcs.
 
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Naguk was taken aback with what seemed to be - in Orcish culture - these incredible specimens of elves (even the Orcs saw them as lovely) showing subordinance to the Orcs, by honoring them above themselves. Why such mighty individuals as these must be would do such a thing was very much beyond him. Karshnak smiled broadly, he obviously rarely got so much attention from the opposite sex, not being considered strong or desirable. They looked down and some confusion arose; The Elves had given them what appeared to be very small weapons, for the orcs usually use kebabs and similar utensils, or just their hands. They soon recognized the knives as foreign utensils of carving; the forks they never touched.

They ate quickly, not being the most polite or upper-crust of even their society, with the exceptions of Naguk and Ruzt. The Shig-Ul Ruzt would break off with the 16 lesser orc explorers to say some sort of prayer or blessing after they ate. Naguk hung around the Elves and watched them, ensuring nothing is tried, and Karshnak was distracted trying to determine which of the elves spoke Orcish. They finished the meal much faster then the elves, all in all.
 
The Elves who attended the 'feast', of sorts, didn't mind the Orcs. They simply ate, brought their plates back and then went back to work on the temple. Other Elves watched as the Orcs began their prayer. Some of them were interested, listening to the words and if they couldn't hear any they simply observed, from a respectful distance, ofcourse.

The woman who had spoken in Orcish returned to the table and noticed that one Orc in particular was looking around a lot. She graciously filled a jug with water and walked up to the Orc before sitting down next to him. "I hope,-" She started and offered him the jug. "that our diet was not too... different from yours?" She smiled at him; trying to break the ice between their two peoples. Her eyes were softly glowing again and her silver headband slowly and weakly pulsated light.

Suddenly, a group of about fifteen Elves walked past the place where the Elves, along with the Orc, had just enjoyed their meal. They walked in a formation of three Elves wide and five Elves long. They were all wearing white cloaks and a headpiece of a new, magically enhanced material - Elven writing ornamenting it - that began just above their eyes and shielded their entire forehead, it ended up into a helmet with in the middle a ridge that ran along the helmet. They were marching past; graciously but with such precision it was almost strange. They walked towards the temple, and when they got there they all remained outside, but did lower on their knees. Their long swords with extended grip for both hands and slightly curved blades remained sheathed as they silently prayed to their goddess.

The Elf who tried to talk with the Orc who had been looking around before she went to sit with him, blushed. She realized the Orcs must've seen the armed Elves but she hoped they were not offended.
 
Naguk was visibly concerned with the armed elves; He supposed this was the elven military. He tensed up at there coming and forgot the elf's question. Finally responding "We eat many different things. Not seen half of vegetables you give us." He remained tense "Who is you enemies, Elf?" he finally asked, more for reconnaissance than curiosity or relations.

The party finished their blessing and seemed to prefer to stay off to the side. Karshnak stopped pestering elves when he saw the blades of the armed ones. The Orcs were mostly ignored by the graceful beings, still something inside felt off. It was like the Orcs knew deep down these were somehow inherently different creatures from them, and were not altogether comfortable when talking to them, as if they thought otherwise they may anger there hosts. They were all clearly out of their element. And Naguk simply could not keep his left hand occupied; concerning to the Elves it was clear that his waraxe was was drawn by this hand. He was never at ease.
 
The Elf with whom the curious Orc was conversing simply smiled; "Enemies?" She chuckled; "We have none, nor do we wish to fight." She pointed at the armed Elves and said; "Those are mere a...-" She seemed to think about the word and seemed obviously happy when she found it; "a precaution." Oblivious of what it might mean to the Orc she smiled, offering the Orc the water-filled jug once more. "My name is Faylen, might i inquire about yours?" Faylen then noticed that the Orc held his hand on his waraxe. She continued to smile as she said; "You need not worry, for there is no-one here who bears any ill will toward you or your people."

The armed Elves then stood up; their heels turning ninety degrees before they resumed their perfect and precise march towards the forest through which their queen had left to search for help. Several of the Elves smiled and waved at them as they left. Their white cloaks waved in the wind as they walked off; the sun casting a beautiful colorplay on their shimmery white headpieces.
 
"Naguk, strong of the Small-toothed Clan- that is, a Leader." Naguk said to Faylen.

It was quiet in the elves clearing. The reflective, ambient light was so powerful the Orcs were off their guard. the temple was beautiful, many of the Orcs were nervous about touching or even nearing it for fear they might break something. Then it happened. Pellug was a mere grunt, mostly his job with to cut vines and ivy, load and unload, and make paths for the more dominant orcs. He was big, but not the smartest in the party, and a lot more quiet. This softspokenness of course was considered weakness among the Orcs.

Pellug wandered just a bit too far after the prayer. Finding himself in the shady woods, he turned to the party to find his mind was wondering and his pacing brought him farther then he ought to be from them. then he felt a slight, odd smelling breeze...

Naguk was almost won over to the side of loosening up. The pleasant elf talking to him had shown little to be concerned with. Then they heard a panicked yell and mighty, heart-thumping roar of an incredibly huge creature. The massive burnt orange tiger was three orcs long and had teeth like swords. Panicking, Naguk leapt up to the table and drew his axe, ready for anything. turning back he saw the beast easily outbound Pellug and bring him to the ground, and start to turn to escape with him!

Orcish arrows flew and missed the monstrosity, as Naguk charged.
 
"That is a lovely name. So... new and unheard to Elven ears!" Faylen said and smiled at Naguk. When she heard the spine-chilling roar she immediately jumped up and spoke in her native, Elven language; "What is this?!" It was then that the huge creature jumped out of the forest and Faylen simply froze; its huge teeth and orange hide filling her with terror. Because of her being an Elf she could see the good in something, and this particular beast was completely devoid of good. She saw the women who had served the orcs and yelled; "Go to the temple, pray to the goddess!" She quickly joined Naguk; her eyes filled with a - slightly weaker, but still strong - blue light. She began to pray to Ílluminaë for - quite literally - guidance, and focused the divine energy she received into the Orcish warriors, whom would feel a slight pressure on their temples. The result would be that - even thought their aim might not have been the best, due to panic or stress - their arrows would hit their intended target.

The two mages with whom Faylen had encountered the Orcs suddenly showed up in the ranks of Orcish archers and began to do the same. They didn't know if the effect would be as strong as Faylen's, but they believed in their goddess. The silver headbands of both Faylen and her two fellow mages began to emanate a weak light their prayers lengthened and become more and more a beg for help. Faylen wondered how long it would take for the queen and the armed Elves to return, as she realized just channeling energies wouldn't do.

It was at the moment at which Faylen realized that her current powers wouldn't help for much longer that they appeared; the fifteen armed Elves who had set off into the woods to greet their queen and guide her home. They were walking in a formation of seven Elves wide and two Elves long; the group's leader up front. Their quick, precise march came from somewhere behind Faylen and the Orcs - none of the Orcs would notice them until they marched right in between them. The Elven leader yelled in the Elven language and all of the Elves unsheathed their long-hilted swords in unison; immediately slashing and hewing at the beast, jumping back and evading its attacks whilst twirling around their own axis', using their Elven agility and grace to dodge and immediately riposte the beats attacks.

Faylen couldn't keep it up much longer and she realized that her fellow mages were feeling the same. They needed their queen, and soon...

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It was when they heart the roar of a beast that Tauren, Anya and the eleven other Elves began to run with a speed so great that the Golems would be unable to keep up with them. Tauren had already told the Golems where they were headed, so she didn't really give them a thought.

"My lady, our people..." Anya said; her hand against her left temple as she felt how the pleas for help caused a almost immense stream of divine power to flow into a - way to small - portion of the Elven people currently engaged in the usage of said power.

"Yes, Anya; i know. Now let's hurry." Tauren said; her heart aching and her mind filled with troubling thoughts of whatever it was that was busy attacking her people. Her eyes shone brightly blue as they ran.
 
Mutare was lowered into the water. The liquid was cool to the touch and this new enviroment may provide for him new opertunities to create new creatures in environment that was once relatively foreign to him. As he was lowered he can hear a voice calling to him. "Don't worry... You will be just fine... Come, talk with me..." The voice lulled him. It was beautiful and soothing in a way and it beckoned him to come and he obliged. He was curious what could be making that voice. Could it be his warden? Or could it become his way out of his imprisonment?
 
Around the orcs, elven warriors moving into view, nervous and unsure of what the feeling on their temples they panicked. Some retreated, stopping their arrow barrage.

The Beast revealed retractable claws as large and as sharp as daggers as the last of the arrows sunk into his think, leathery skin, dealing little pain to the incredible creature. Elves charged in, and a sickening crunch was heard and then the tiger dropped limp Pellug for a later meal, and turned to defending itself.

It made a mad dash at the nearest elf, Slashing to no avail. Then Naguk rushed passed the elves and brought down with axe on the saber-tiger, gashing it but not killing. The tiger responded with a gash across Naguk's chest with it's claws and soon it was on top of him. Naguk screamed, not in fear, but sheer rage and hatred as he kept the tigers jaws from his neck only barely with his bare hands.

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The lights around Mutare calmed and slowed, as he found himself in an empty bubble of air. The lights started to speak to him, asking all sorts of questions. the young, female voice that was Eellae was intensely interested in carrying on a long, LONG conversation with him. He noticed a few others in the bubble with him; mostly men, some women, some from obus other not, all human fishermen. They stood entirely mesmerized, the men silent except for the slight grunt and mindless comment here and there. The women droned on about nothing in particular; They just filled the air as if that was there new purpose. Colorful birds singing lovely songs dived in and out of the walls of the bubble. the bubble was filled with noise, but Eellae seemed only interested in that which came from Mutare.
 
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