Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160521180954

"I will solve the riddles of these inscrutable gates! By the nine, this is apalling and frustrating!" Abello cried out as he marched towards the front of the gates, grabbing the fern from his small knapsack as he stared at it for a while.

As he stared at the gate, he noticed the silver and gold motif, and the ornaments on the gate sort of resembled multiple of this silver and gold fern. There was no keyhole, as mentioned before, so he was not quite sure how to breach it.

After a while of contemplating his options, he decided to press the fern against the stone cold gate, hoping that might bring them closer towards their goal.

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''"Why, would you look that." Tristan commented as he slung his lucerne over his shoulder. His bulky armor offered enough poise and protection, and he wasn't that weak either. In fact, he was probably the strongest of the group, although that didn't make him the strongest one. It was pitch black, but out of the ordinary. It appeared to be the equipment befitting of that of a lowly sellsword or a mercenary.''

''The group looked from up above the mountaintop at the city in the distance, west of the smooth plains that had a thick layer of snow on them. The lionheart and his goons were travelling around, like they used to do at this time of the year, yet they were far away and unable to be spotted.''

''"Quite a sight, is it not?" the future poet remarked, sheathing his longsword. His armor was probably the flashiest of the bunch, obvioulsy hinting royal gear. Yet, the man was still humble in his own right.''

''"I just hope we can get there before we freeze to death." A young lady behind them annoyingly said as she trudged through the snow, standing between them. Also she was sporting a blue cape, similar to that of knights hailing from Cyrodiil. She lacked a helmet however, and chose to reveal locks of her blonde hair which was done in a ponytail. "I trust we needn't make another fire for Simon."''

''"It's quite cold, to be honest. No sane man or woman would disagree." Another young voice said, outfitted in black knight armor, but covered in dark green and brown rags. He held on to his spear, which he had planted in the ground as he leant on it, also taking in the view next to Abello and Tristan.''

''"This group is a cause of much consternation," Tristan jokingly said, triggered by Simon's annoying plea for warmth. Although he was perhaps abit more jovial than the rest, most of the time it was just acting, trying to keep his hopes up, lying to himself that this would all be done soon. He knew it wouldn't be that easy.''

It never, truly was.

''"You know, this city is their domain. We'll be out of place, don't you think?" Abello asked, not trying to be serious. He was following Tristan's example, to say the least. Yet, he did not see through the mercenary's masquerade.''

''"Who cares? They will be in awe once they gaze upon us, who will bring an end to them." Linde muttered.''

''"Let's first make sure we get there, hm?" The gruff voice of Tristan remarked, rather annoyed at the bunch.''

''"We'll make it, right?" A fourth, unknown voice asked. The one who it belonged to sounded like a child, still being cradled by his mother.''

''Linde turned around, as if she had forgotten all about him. It was a peculiar case, but he couldn't be left alone back there. He was a liability, they all knew that much, but they still had morals and codes. Guidelines. ''

''"Ofcourse." She replied, forcing a smile as she walked over. "We always will."''

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''"What does a spurned adversary like thee do 'round these parts?" The knight asked the spurned fellow. The armor the fellow wore looked as if it was hewn from a boulder, yet it was not as heavy as one. In fact, it was probably medium, with reasonable defense. His longsword and shield were sheathed.''

"Not much. More immortals to slay, of course. What else have we risen for?"

''"That much is true." The other replied. "But, why don't you accompany us?"''

"I don't do that well in groups."

''"But, strength in numbers, is it not?" Simon, the fellow behind Sebastien asked.''

''"Do thee even account for a single person in battle?" Richard asked, mockingly.''

''"Why, thrice as much as thy worth, I'd say." ''

''"Enough. We are not here to bicker." The blue caped knight said, annoyed. "We are in search of the cleric and his lackeys, in the grim cathedral of Farrun. No doubt you are headed there as well. Accompany us, if you would."''

''Richard briefly contemplated his options. What the knight said was true, although he wasn't that apt on travelling with these two. However, if they would meet again at some point, perhaps there is no reason to postpone anything.''

''"Of course." He said. "What could possibly go wrong?"''

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"I figured it out! I did it!" Abello cheered as he pressed the fern against the metal gate, causing the ornaments and decorations to glow. The fern that the knight held in his hands immediately dissipated in thin air, clearly having served its purpose.

As the gate opened inch by inch, rather slowly, a thick mist or slipped through the opening, causing the murk to obscure everything in front of the area bit by bit. Not much could be seen from the city waiting at the other side, although the high, majestic towers in the distance popped up from above like archtrees.

A bell could be heard, but it was so silent that it took a while for the sound to reach the group of Undead, indicating it was much too far away.

Sebastien and Richard instinctively placed their hands before their faces as the wind blew the murk away. An awful sense of dread hit Sebastien, as he felt a shiver running down his spine, as if the danger was right here, right now.

Something's not quite right.