HOS: A plea for help. (Closed)

[Alberdyne_Cormyr]

(Closed to all current House of Sora members in the roster)
(Takes place approximately five years after the Conquest Trials & Chapter 1 of the FQ)

March 10th, CP, 1806
3:00P.M.

A busy day awaited the Patriarch of Lodge Bladestorm. House of Sora. The Power Group threatened to slip into the shadows at the vanishing of their current leaders Seti Dylan and Rajani Aishwara. House of Sora was left in an uproar as what to do next. Leadership was needed. A new generation of members needed to take over for the old leaders in order for the House of Sora's future to be secured. The world was in a poor state of affairs. Xem'Zund's forces in Raiaera leveled that continent and left the global economy in shambles with a never ending war against all those who opposed him. In Salvar, St. Denebriel's cathedral plotted a coup de tat against the current existing government. The church prevailed, but outside involvement was inevitable.

Corone was locked in an endless civil war with itself. Dheathain. Alerar. The global world war engulfed all who caught wind of it. Destiny inevitably altered forever. For Dyne Corona, his involvement in Salvar's plight yielded its own special set of rewards. Informants. A workforce. Most importantly, property to call his own. Operating out of Salvar, the Patriarch of Lodge Bladestorm quickly developed a reputation as a force within Corone's underworld. His former involvement with The Syndicate became legendary.

Now a member of the Corone Rangers, Dyne Corona currently trained with the Monks of Ai'Bron to keep his skills sharp.

And that's where Alberdyne Cormyr currently was. A dojo. One of the many combat academies in Radasanth, this one called HeavenlY Sword Dojoand was sponsored by the Monks of Ai'Bron. Many of the students there worshiped the Thayne Lord Draconus for he favored warfare and conflict. Dyne himself followed the Thayne Lord Khal'Jaren. Though he respected all of the Thaynes. All except one. The hated enemy of the Inquisition and the Monks of Ai'Bron. The Thayne known as N'Jal. Dyne knew very little about that Thayne, but he was gaining a lot of understanding about his Patron Thayne. Khal'Jaren. Patron of knowledge, research, and science.

After his routine workout, the skilled aikido warrior was done for the day. It was time to take care of the business of the House of Sora. In the past few months, ever since his involvement with the Conquest Trials, and the war in Salvar, Dyne was a different person. His romantic involvement with fellow member, Eyanie, also served to change the man dramatically. No longer considering himself a boy, he was now a man. A man with great responsibilties and personal influence.

With a towel wrapped around his neck, the warrior walked over to where a bucket of water waited. He lifted the bucket and splashed the cold substance atop his head and let the liquid trickle down his well structured body. Dyne was one of the Monks of Ai'Bron star pupils and had achieved the title of a layman monk. Sweat trickled down his exposed body parts. He wore the combat gi of the Monks of Ai'Bron. A white uniform made out of simple cloth with the various markings of a Monk. Adorned on the back of the shirt was the symbol for the current dojo that Dyne attended regularly.

All around him, students were sparring and fighting against one another with various degrees of skill. Each of the sparring students wore belts around their waist of differing colors and markings. This revealed their degree in a complex ranking system. Dyne's belt was yellow with several stripes. He'd not yet achieved the rank of a master Monk. He'd not yet earned the right to start obtaining First Dan. Dyne was part of a complex military system that stood solid for thousands of generations. Radasanth was merely the central point of academics for the warrior Monks. Dyne Corona was only one warrior out of many. One piece of the storm that was the Monks of Ai'Bron.

Dyne stood at a height of five feet and weighed approximately two hundred pounds of raw muscle. His hair was bright red, long, and tied back into a flowing ponytail. Dyne's brilliant green eyes were currently protected by the simple spectacles he wore low to the bulge of his nose. He was sweating, and he currently wiped the sweat away from the back of his neck. He was eager to get back to his partner, Eyanie, when a group of individuals entered the dojo. Not stopping their current training, the warrior monks ignored the incoming strangers. Only one man besides Dyne Corona stared at the approach of the interlopers. That was the dojo's headmaster. A man named Hagen Blaax.

Currently a master of the combat arts, Hagen rose to his level of skill at an early age. He focused primarily on symbology, chi manipulation, and physical mastery of the combat arts. He was expert with many melee weaponry and armor. He was also a skilled horseback rider, a skilled outdoorsman, and was a crafty individual manipulating the elemental chi. A member of the House of Sora, Hagen was a man of considerable height. Not a native Coronian at all, he was a human that hailed from Alerar's districts. His skin was slightly darker tone with many markings dedicated to his patron deity, Lord Hromagh the Strong.

In fact, a complex altar with various homages and trinkets related to Hromagh the Strong, and his sibling, Lord Draconus. The dojo was a wide and long chamber approximately five hundred feet by five hundred feet with a high ceiling. Hagen sat in a makeshift throne at the head of the dojo and right before the alter. Scrolls were laid out before the students depicting the rules of the dojo and many techniques of the martial schools. Aikido was just one fighting style imported from Akashima that was available for students to learn at will and for a small pittance of gold required as the entry fee. Hagen had blue eyes that contrasted sharply against his brown skin and was completely bald. He wore many necklaces and trinkets around his neck that were various artifacts of power. Some were just amulets of sentimental value to the warrior.

It happened all at once. The warriors drew weapons from there scabbards and quickly surrounded sparring students. Lessons were abruptly stopped as Senpai and apprentices were quickly forced to stop. Weapons were pointed at necks, and warriors quickly disabled with some mysterious fighting style that wasn't being taught in the dojo. Dyne turned an eye towards the strangers and quickly went to grab his plynt sword from his scabbard but a nearby warrior pointed the very tip of his blade towards Dyne's neck.

There were approximately fifty strong of the warriors. Wearing mysterious armor designs that Dyne never saw before, the warriors were all tall and upright. Colored black and purple, the armor designs were exotic and seemed to be made of powerful metals. Dyne doubted that his measely plynt sword would penetreate such a mysterious material. His rifle was in the dressing area, so that was completely out of the question. He saw that the leader of the soldiers had a different marking than the ones who were his underlings.

Golden horns jutted from either side of his helmet. Dyne eyed the masked warrior before him. He couldn't see any markings that were different than those of the other soldiers all around him. Lowering his sword, Dyne quickly sheathed his weapon and raised his arms knowing full well the superior power that these warriors wielded. Elemental chi flowed from their body a thick blackness hanging like a curtain around them. Dyne saw that the leader had a particularly strong aura.

"Master Blaax I presume." Came the deep voice of the individual. It was enhanced to sound much deeper than a normal humanoid was capable of speaking. There was an echo to his voice. "What is the meaning of this!?" Master Blaax asked, as he stood up from the chair preparing himself to enter combat position. "I would not do that if I were you. Your skill is well known even to us." The warrior said to Hagen. "We have come prepared." One of the soldiers took out a device from their personal packs. Turning it on, the thing glowed and released a quickly traveling field of energy across the air within the chamber. The emptiness within the room suddenly developed a flaring purple glow. "Attempt to use your chi now, warrior." The enemy taunted.

Hagen responded by trying to call forth his vast reservoires of power. A cloud of energy appeared around the well trained Monk, and then the cloud quickly faded away becoming nothing more than a dim light. "WHAT!? How can this be?" Hagen wondered. The enemy leader looked at Hagen and laughed. "We are prepared for an encounter with the Monks of Ai'Bron. We've come for the one known as Alberdyne Cormyr. His capture is our goal. He is of great use to our benefactors." The warrior said calmly revealing their agenda.

Dyne looked at the leader of the mysterious warriors and felt anger in his body. "Tch." He voiced out calmly. The warrior standing before him kept his attention on Dyne's face. "I am Alberdyne Cormyr."

^Enter here.

[Eyanie]

Eyanie stood off to the side, one of the warriors blades to her slender throat. Sweat plastered her damp auburn hair to her face and neck. She'd obviously been training with the newer students, her breathing hard. Absently, she places a hand over her stomach, what little she'd eaten that morning was not sitting well. Of course, nothing had been for the last couple of weeks. She always felt a bit more tired and run down, which in turn made her work harder at her training. She didn't want Alberdyne to be ashamed of her, even though she knew that was hardly possible. He was so attentive and caring that it threw her off most days.

Now though, it seemed that something was going to change, yet again. Just when Eyanie had gotten settled into her new life, filled out on good food and felt secure and safe. Glaring daggers at the warrior, if looks could kill, he'd be so dead. Time seemed to stand still when the apparent leader of this group asked for Dyne. At first, she thought it was fear that clogged her throat, a scream of anger and denial that sought escape, but no, it was her breakfast making an appearance and, without even considering the embarrasment later, she let it go all over the enemy warrior.

Not making noise what so ever, he hauled his free arm back and brought his and across the side of Eyanie's face, snapping her head back. With a soft cry, her hand is brought to the angry red mark, feeling the swelling of her left cheek. Well, that's going to leave a nice bruise..to go along with the rest. Blinking back the tears that sting her hazel eyes, they dart to Dyne as he announces his presense, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, much different than the one earlier. Something was about to happen, something that didn't bode well.

Her head swimming, dizzy. Eyanie watches and waits. Hoping that her hunch isn't right, and hoping she doesn't pass out.

[streak101]

The warrior's sword edged closer to Banda's neck as its owner trembled with a strange ironic presence. "Could you not put that thing so close to my neck?" Banda asked cheerily. The warrior grunted and pressed it against the mercenary's neck. "Okay, okay! Your the one holding the pointy thing!" He joked calmly. In reality, he was nervous, and this was his reaction to nerves, to make smart remarks with a calm tone. Inside, he was shaking more than a newborn. Banda lowered his head but it was brought back up by the point of the sword, a bit of blood dripping onto the dojo floor.

Banda was a young man in his early twenties with brown hair and eyes. His wardrobe consisted of black articles of clothing, save for a short jacket that was woven from leather. He wore a belt to hold up his black pants. On the belt was a sling that held his trademark boomerang and a House of Sora heirloom; a long silver chain that had helped him more than once in his travels. Banda usually wore a red bandana over his head, but currently it was in his horse's saddlebag. His shaggy hair was shoulder length, but his ends curled up somewhat. Although a mercenary, most of Banda's exploits were dedicated to the House of Sora, and so his reknown wasn't as a spread out as some of the other members of the House, some of which were currently missing.

Banda sighed, he only came here to pay a visit. His friend and long-time comrade, Alberdyne, spent most of his days in this dojo. The mercenary had been in the area and decided to stop by, what a mistake that was. "If your going to hold me hostage, at least do it right!" Banda quirked. Another warrior came over and gripped his neck, chocking him slightly. Banda stood by Dyne, who was in a worse position.

Eyanie must be terrified. Banda thought. He had only recently met her, as a matter of fact, Dyne had introduced his significant other to Banda shortly after his arrival to the dojo. From what he had seen of the woman, she seemed alright.

The moment they called out Dyne's name, Banda's thoughts went back to his friend. As expected, the psionic presented himself truthfully and boldly. Banda shook his head, usually he'd let Dyne handle himself, but Eyanie was watching, not to mention most of the students in the dojo. If Dyne was taken away, the calamity that surrounded this place would break, causing havoc in the dojo. "That man lies." Banda said quickly. "I am the one you seek!" The leader of the small force that had invaded spit on the floor.

"We know exactly who Alberdyne Cormyr is fool, and we also have some intelligence on the less known Banda Utako, which I presume is you, the one that travels with Cormyr. Always quick to make sacrifices." Banda cringed, his plan failed rather quickly. "Now, where was I?"

[Alberdyne_Cormyr]

There were many of the mysterious warriors within the dojo's hallway. Dyne revealed himself and cursed silently when Banda tried to cover him. This isn't the time or the place. He wondered how Seti would react in such a situation as this one, when one of the key House of Sora members was about to get kidnapped by a hated enemy. Dyne narrowed his eyes and studied the armor of the warriors before him. He was looking for clues as to their origin, familiar markings, anything he could use. The only thing that was familiar about the markings on their chest plates and shields was the fact that they were a sort of cuneiform. Dyne wasn't even certain if the markings were native to Althanas' vast history or not...he'd never seen such symbols in his life.

The warrior before him motioned to his other companions. A long series of signals and hand motions was exchanged between the individuals standing before Dyne and their leader. He turned to look at Dyne with a menacing body language. Dyne hated the fact that these individuals all wore helmets that were of alien design. Something about the aesthetics of the armor and the weapons they wielded seemed familiar to him, but the apprentice couldn't tell exactly what it was.

A rough hand was placed upon his shoulders. In a fluid motion, the warrior pushed Dyne hard to move forward. Looking back, the man got the hint and started to walk towards the leader of the mysterious warriors. The sword was pointed at the small of Dyne's back. As he passed by Eyanie, he stole a quick glance towards his mate and stared at her for a moment. Then, he looked away, keeping his eyes forward. I need to be strong for her. For my children. I'll make these bastards pay when I have more power. Dyne walked up to the leader of the group.

"You have loyal friends Alberdyne Cormyr. I commend the House of Sora for that. But I am afraid we need to take you to where our benefactor may speak with you. This has been a long time planning. Come peacefully with us, and there will be no violence."

Dyne stared back at Eyanie. His heart was sinking at the idea of being away from her for a long period of time. He thought of the child that he would soon be having with her. A child. His son, or daughter. The smith apprentice frowned and looked upon the warrior before him for a long time. "Spare my companions and I will not put up a fight." Dyne said calmly. To illustrate his point, he even put his weapons on the ground before the warrior's feet. "This pleases me greatly. It is nice to see someone with some good old fashioned common sense left in his skull. Anyone tries anything funny, and they will immediately be met with force!" Dyne wanted to say something at that but knew it was futile.

These people had a cold energy about them. Dyne could sense the power they radiated, no, combat would be for another day. Perhaps, a better opportunity would present itself in the near future. Dyne would hear out what the leader of this strange faction had to say. Blaax was looking at Dyne with a sad expression on his face. Dyne merely shook his head.

"Let's go."

And Dyne began to leave with the warriors.

(From this point on events will be set up in a way that will assist you guys in getting Dyne back. Things will happen to Dyne int his thread that are inevitable, the key of the thread is to get Dyne back and obtain the base property for Lodge Bladestorm.)

[Christina Bredith]

I hope you don't mind my joining in at this late juncture. I kind of lost track of things, it's been a busier month than I expected. But we haven't gotten too far in, so hopefully I'm still welcome. And if you've already got everything planned out, don't worry, let me know and I'll delete this. ^^

Christina tsked under her breath as she watched the soldiers march out of the dojo using her peripheral vision. She was hidden away around the corner of the building, a mere corner of her head peeking out to get a good look at what she was up against, and she realized how hopeless it was. Well, they sure didn’t spare any expense, she thought. The number kept increasing until she lost track of just how many opponents there were – dozens, anyway, and that was more than Christina really needed to know. She was good, but not that good.

She had come to the dojo as soon as she could after hearing that it had been intruded upon by a battalion of strange warriors; although her ties to the House of Sora had long since been lost due to the civil war and her need to make herself scarce, she still kept her ears open for the occasional word of her comrades - it allowed her to retain some semblance of normality during her flight from the empire that had declared her one of its prime enemies. She thus knew that a few of them were studying with the monks of Ai’Bron at this very dojo, and the rumour of a platoon of mysterious aggressors marching onto the premises where they were training had her understandably concerned.

But the world, it seemed, was much smaller than even she had anticipated – not only had these mysterious warriors come to a dojo where several members of the House of Sora were training, but she could now see that the man they escorted out with them was someone from her very own Lodge Bladestorm! Lord, can’t you guys do anything if I’m not around? She would chuckle with amusement, but the mood was inadequate; she had to get inside the Heavenly Sword Dojo and figure out exactly what had happened.

When the last of the soldiers had stepped out of earshot, Christina slunk around the corner of the building and moved for the door, keeping herself pressed quietly against the wall. Her silver eyes watched the intruders as they made their escape; her muscles were poised in case one of them happened to turn back and spot her. The last thing she needed was to have all of them bearing down on her. If they were talented enough to subdue even the warrior monks, she didn’t have much chance at all. But fortunately for her, her entrance into the dojo was unhindered.

The blonde was pleasantly surprised to see that no blood had been shed during the time that the enemy had been inside. The monks had apparently known when they were outclassed – modesty had always been one of their strong points – and didn’t press the issue any further. That was of some small comfort, at least.

But Christina’s presence was of no comfort to the students of the dojo: still on edge after the ordeal they had just faced, she entered the main training hall to find weapons aimed in her direction and chants filling the air. It was the welcome she had expected, however, and the woman’s arms were already raised submissively in front of her, with her blade resting totally harmless in its scabbard.

“Whoa there, gentlemen,” she announced in a sugar-sweet tone of voice. “I’m one of the good guys.” She waited as many of the monks and students discussed it amongst themselves, and for the most part, they remained unconvinced. The warrior made no sudden movements to provoke their ire, but continued explaining herself. Her voice took a serious turn, and her eyes became steeled with determination. “Look, I just want to help out. Which of you guys are from the House of Sora?”

[Eyanie]

Eyanie thought she was going to be sick again. Watching Dyne walk away, and letting him without showing emotion, was very nearly killing her. The rolling in her belly hadn't settled down much, but as the other men began to leave, it became easier not to heave. Sending a pleading look towards Banda, Eyanie ran for the door to watch them leave. What are you thinking Dyne, letting them take you. Damn it. I need you here! On her way to the entrance, she spared nothing more than a glance for the blonde woman who had just entered, having never met her, the woman's business was of no concern to Eyanie.

"Banda, we have to get him back, you do realize this, don't you?" it crossed her mind to tell the man something she hadn't even told Dyne yet. The time had never seemed right, and now it may never come.

out of character:
Hi, no, feel free to join this one I suppose. It was my post but I have been away due to some stuff in real life. I'll be on more often now though. My apologies to those who wanted to keep this going at a steady pace.