Disaster Prevention

ma jul 09, 2018 11:59 pm

Keaton ▲

His horse galloped through the rough landscapes of Navarre, in the direction of I'llyria. The gigantic walls and the large watchtowers of the city were already visible, rising up between the mountains. The peaks of the castle were also visible already. He needed to return as soon as possible. Keaton had been on his way to Archeon, to talk to the king of Fallen Skies, but just before he and his men had arrived the news of Queen Dacosta had come to him. The Queen had died of illness, a dangerous, wildly spreading illness. He and his two men had turned around immediately, travelling back to Navarre. And now they were approaching I'llyria. While they had taken quite a few breaks on their way towards Archeon, they had now travelled back almost in one go. Keaton had refused to take a break, afraid to lose too much time.

Finally, he got to the gates of I'llyria. The men guarding the gates immediately opened it for him, letting him and his two Illyrian Warriors through. Keaton halted his stallion. "Don't let anyone else, unless they are Illyrian, through without my permission," he spoke to the guards, after which he let his stallion move forward, into the city. The gates closed behind him and his mand and he led the way to the castle. People on the streets looked curiously up to him, but he ignored them and moved further until he reached the stables. He jumped off his horse and let the stableman take care of the stallion. The two other I'llyrian warriors followed his example. "What are you going to do about this, Chief?" One of the men asked him. "I am not sure, yet," he answered frowning. His two warriors didn't say anything else. They entered the castle and Keaton turned to his men. "You two have travelled far and I want you tot have some rest now, but first go and see a healer to make sure that everything is ok," he commanded and then walked away to his chamber. One of the servants walked up to him. "See if you can find Willow, I need to speak to her," he ordered. The servant left and closed the door behind her. Keaton sighed and sat down, sending flamed towards the fireplace. He then rested his head on his hands closing his eyes for a moment.

OOC: Willow Gryphon

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do jul 12, 2018 12:12 pm

HELL IS EMPTY

With a frown Willow had been staring at the page for almost twenty minutes. She really needed to do something about her handwriting because it felt like it got worse day after day. Maybe it was because she was so stressed about everything that everything she did, she did in a hurry. Maybe she just needed to wind down. But a feeling inside her told her that there was something that she couldn't ignore. It wasn't here yet, but it held her on her feet for the past few weeks now. She had to continue, if it was not for herself then she did it for the Legion. It was all she had after all.

With the departure of her grandson, the Legion had fallen a tad silent. She could still hear the clatter of swords as warriors battled on the castlegrounds as they trained, but there seemed to be something missing. With a sigh the vampire closed her journal. It was getting late anyway and she needed to be fully rested for tomorrow. For who knew what it would bring. Though she didn't need the sleep a human needed, she did need some time to wind down. As she moved from her desk to the fireplace to make tea, she could hear footsteps approaching. The sound of a heartbeat told her that something must have happened. Willow had already opened the door before the woman could knock.

''Chief Gryphon requested to see you.'' Chief Gryphon. But Keaton had left days ago to go to Valyria, he couldn't be back yet. Which meant that something must have happened. The woman nodded and thanked the maid, closing the door for a moment, calming her nerves down. What even was she doing? She had to move. Now. The maid hadn't seemed to be in a big hurry, so Willow coulc conclude that nobody was hurt or dying. That didn't mean that she shouldn't hurry. The woman walked with a quick pace through the castlehalls, her black dress flurrying behind her. She didn't even knock when she arrived at his quarters. ''You requested to see me?'' She spoke on a formal tone, though her eyes betrayed how worried she was. Something was wrong. She had known it. The feeling that had been in her gut all this time had been right.

AND ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE

THANKS TO LOUIS AT ATF!

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