Eastern City State Solty Rei Summons [IC]

Norwaven

Deific Reality
OOC: Character Profiles Must be posted first

IC:
The City State Ruder stood a few days north of Solty Rei a large port city. While Ruder was not as large as Solty Rei it was still a well-known city and a major trade hub since it was close by to Solty Rei. The farmlands around it were lush and Ruder was Solty Rei's primary trade for produce products. Solty Rei boarding the sea directly had plenty of fish but not a lot of vegetables and other livestock available for their citizens. Ruder wasn't the only city with livestock and produce available for trade to Solty Rei but it was the closest so it has prospered greatly.

However, Ruder has now become a footnote of history on one single disastrous day. Few survived the tragedy and most fleed to the nearby city Solty Rei which was the closest city with a standing military. Ruder, of course, had a standing military as well and while it wasn't known for its military might Ruder's soldiers and mages were well trained and ready for combat. But they weren't prepared for the power of the ancient Rune Magic of legend.

Shatcha scowled once again at his master's task. Why with these powers should he stop at attacking just one city? Shatcha was quite confident he could destroy this city and many others. Though Shatcha knew he could not defy his master's orders. Since he knew the city of Ruder presented no threat toward him he did not even bother to hide his approach.

"Captain," the lookout paused confused a bit since it was but a lone goblin. It seems it was some kind of trick, though goblins weren't that tactically minded, were they?

"On with it, I don't have all day soldier," the watch captain barked. The soldier jumped that had called to him.

"Sir, its a lone goblin approaching the city, I don't see any others with him," the soldier replied

"You must be mistaken, goblins aren't that brave. They are coward by nature. Even if it as lone goblin there is no point in sending soldiers to deal with it, just shoot it dead with an arrow," the Captain remarked and ordered.

The soldier nodded and headed to an Archer stationed on the city's walls and pointed out the goblin. The Archer nodded and took out his longbow. He readied it by pulling it back with a notched arrow, and carefully aimed his shot and adjusted for the distance. He let loose the arrow which soared through the sky toward its kill. The arrow veered off to the side of the goblin as it approached it and missed. The Archer hadn't expected that to occur, but did not panic and quickly shot another. The arrow again veered off its target and struck the ground near the goblin who kept on walking toward them with no fear.

The Captain was watching as the Archer loosed his shot not once but twice and somehow missed. Strange, the Captain thought, perhaps this was not a typical goblin. He had heard there were more powerful goblins from time to time, perhaps this was one of them. A volley should suffice, however. Even more powerful goblins were still weak monsters compared to others. He barked his order to have several Archers ready their bows and shower the goblin with arrows.

Multiple arrows soar through the air creating a lethal rainstorm and to most creatures it would have been. Shatcha just looked at them with annoyance. He knew he couldn't bring his power to its full strength for long, so he needed to conserve his strength until he got closer to the city. Arrows weren't threatening at all to him now. He let his power swarm around him, and it forced the arrows to turn away from him. Even if they had been shot point blank at him his powers would have turned them to the side. The delay though worked to his advantage since it had given him more time to approach the city. He was sure his power at its full strength would hold out long enough to destroy this hateful city-state.

Yet again the arrows all missed despite the fact 20 had flown true towards their shared target. The Captain surmised arrows simply would not work against this foe. He sounded the alarm. Troops and mages responded readying themselves for an attack. Citizens retreated into their homes if they were near or into the nearby buildings. That's when Sergeant Garth Wesly a seasoned soldier first responded to the threat of the City State Ruder.

Garth not knowing what was going on reported to the front gates where his squadron would gather to advance. A messenger should arrive there promptly to inform them of the situation. Garth never made it to the gate before it exploded. He witnessed splinters of would flying pass him from an impossible distance, his instincts drove his reactions and placed his shield solidly in front of him. The debris killed and injured most nearby soldiers. They weren't ready for it, nor was he. It was unexpected, his countless battles experiences had saved him.

Garth shouted out a rally to gather soldiers to his position. He knew the city's gate had been breached and it was up to him and his fellow soldiers to stop the enemy here and now.

The soldiers that could, gathered up in a formation with the Seargent readying themselves for the battle to come. No such battle immediately occurred. Garth and those who had temporarily formed a squadron with him waited for the dust to settle. No enemy was there.

Shatcha decided he was finally within reach and launched himself at super-sonic speed. The waves tore through the gates and the buildings ahead. The goblin zipped and back forth, with super-sonic flight, tearing most of the city to sunder. However, his great sonic power was short lived. Such intense power could not last and it wore him out, but in a few days he'd recover completely. Exhausted from his powers he looked down upon the destroyed city. It was hardly recognizable as it mostly debris now. He was sure many had died. Now that the soldiers could see him hovering in the air he figured it was time to deliver his message from his master.

"My master sends his greetings, those who survived today should cherish it while they can. Soon all of you will die by my hand. You have but witnessed a fraction of my strength." Finished with delivering his master's message Satcha turned and flew away at a much slower pace, only about 100 miles per hour and only for about ten minutes, as it was all he could manage. He landed, not as gracefully as he wanted. If he hadn't of used his power at its full strength he could have flown for quite some time. However, he was far enough away he knew he'd be safe. Now it was time to head back to camp, it was near.

Garth had survived that day, but his home was gone. There were more survivors then he had expected, but many were crushed or trapped under collapsed buildings. Garth with others headed to Solty Rei a City-State one that boasted a mightier military then theirs perhaps even the strongest in the south. Garth like others didn't have much to report on the goblins abilities only that it was highly destructive and leveled the entire city within minutes.

The four Guild leaders of the Solty Rei gathered together at the call of its King by the request of his Knight Commander. Solty Rei was divided into four guilds which ruled beside its King, nearly as equals.

The Mage Guild was known throughout many cities as one of best places to learn mystic arts as its mages were renowned and quite skilled.

The Warrior Guild was no less impressive and had turned out the most skilled soldiers, knights, and archers.

The Shadow Guild while it still maintained influence did not turn out reputable Assassins, Thiefs, and Rangers. Those it trained were skilled but it was certainly not the first choice of many, most were locals.

The Guard's Guild was simply Solty Rei's standing military which was a mix of classes of various skills. Solty Rei's army was known to be one of the mightier standing armies in the South. The Guard Guild frequently hired members of each of the other Guilds for various jobs at the Palace's expense.

The gathered Guild leaders and the King agreed, that the goblin was real and true threat to civilized cities. The King called forth any and all willing adventures to come to city and gather in his hall to hunt down the goblin who had destroyed the City State Ruder. The King promised a handsome award for completing the quest.

In a week many gathered and found the fame Knight Commander Lucile Kinder who headed the Guard Guild as its master there to greet them, and not the King himself. However, Kinder had the authority by her King and the other Guilds to handle the quest and award.
 
The clinking of bottles on her hip and padding of slippers along the stone floor of the Guild precedes the approaching mage well before she comes into view, clearly not wanting to be one to sneak up on any who might be on high alert - particularly with what had happened not too long ago. She is making no effort to hurry along the path, taking more than enough time to stop and check on just about everyone that she encounters. Further delaying her was her stint with whatever triage stations may have been around the city, putting her unique set of skills to good use for the injured. By the time she arrives, the sun is high in the sky and she half-expects that just about everyone would have left for their supposed quest already. Much to her surprise, however, it seems she is either right on time or the event preceding their mission simply took much longer than anticipated. The 'famed' Knight Commander that awaits her hardly sparks recognition in Dahlia's eyes. She's been gone long enough at this point that rumors hardly even register with her anymore, with no need for gossip in her hovel she ignores it more often than not. Still, she is no fool and can clearly tell a figure of authority when she spots one.

"Greetings," comes her cheery tone over the mass of people before her however small it may be, "I suppose this is where we are all meeting for whatever it is that you're having us do?" With the warm and kind smile on her face, even if she had disrupted something there's a good chance that she'd be forgiven. After all, you wouldn't yell at someone who looks like your mother. That would just be rude.

Still, she finds herself a nice quiet-ish corner of the crowd to linger near so that she can still hear the goings-on while not being centered within the main body. From her small satchel she draws a book and begins to take notes in it about the things going on around her and whatever is said about their 'quest.' The former she'll draw on later for inspiration when she's lacking, while the latter is so that she can keep track of everything. After all, she needs to know how long she'll be away before she can hire hands to tend to the plants. Her eyes do peer from beneath her hood at their surroundings the whole while, vigilant for anything uncouth that may start to happen during this meeting. With so many armed people in one place, there's liable to be some trouble that escalates before anyone has a chance to talk. She's hardly making herself unfriendly though, and it would be easy enough for someone to strike up conversation with her.
 
Striding briskly into the crowded hall, Jin stops at the entrance and observes his surroundings. His black hood and cloak secured tightly about his wiry frame, his face barely visible from beneath the hood as he starts to walk slowly toward the back of the room. Clutching a scroll of the news he'd received in one hand about some sort of mission bearing a handsome reward in one hand and an oaken staff in the other, the metal fittings of the staff clinking on the stone floor as he walks. Leaning his staff against his chest, he opened the scroll once more, reading that he should be looking for the Knight Commander and looking up again to find her standing near the back of the hall.

Rolling the scroll back up, he tucks it inside of his cloak, taking hold of his staff and walking toward the commander who was surrounded by what seemed to be a small crowd of concerned guild members, warriors and citizens. Just then he noticed an older human fellow at the edge of the crowd next to him, the man's arm clearly broken, though it was wrapped in cloth bandages. The man didn't seem to notice Jin at all, but that was completely normal for him he thought as he stepped up to the man who looked toward the back of the hall. "Excuse me, sir. I require your arm for a moment." The gray-haired old man jumped as Jin had startled him, unaware he was even there until he spoke. "What do you want?!" Jin tapped his staff on the floor a couple of times, white light emanating from the floor as he did and spoke, "Allow me to heal that for you."

He began to speak in Elvish, raising his free hand over the man's arm and pouring forth the same white light onto it, the bones in the arm shifting and cracking audibly. The old man squealed at the sight, though there was no pain. "Relax, friend. Your arm should be as good as new..." The man looked befuddled as Jin walked away. He didn't care if the man understood what he'd just done, only that it was done. Clinking along with his staff, he stopped just outside the crowd that surrounded the Knight Commander, observing her interactions with the people around her patiently. He would speak to her in time. For now, he sought to gain an impression of her through empathic means and observation.
 
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