ixlander rose from his chair followed by his friends. he bowed to the king. and walked out. he was very nervous about the king, he hid it well, no one other than john and his sister would recognize it for what it was. once he got out of the meeting hall he turned to john. "pack up for scouting, you know what you need and meet me in the stables." the large bear said, he stopped short "wait, take a short bow, you need speed over power in this battle" ixlander said as the monkey nodded and ran off to his chambers. ironforge the elder turned to his sister. "wake Trish, no bow, darkest and most flexible armor. meet in teh stables." he said as the big bear nodded and ran off into the night. ixlander rubbed his face and went to his rooms to pick up the spelled necklaces and earrings.
ixlandria ran through the night winding her ways through the inner workings of the palace. she saw how worried her brother was for the king. her brother saw the king as a father figure, his highness used to be friend with her father. ixlander looked up to the old lion, he would gladly march into the gates of hell and back for only 3 people, her, john and the king. ixlandria knew this because she knew her brother. she stopped in front of the solid wooden door that lead to her friend's room. the large bear knocked quietly on the door. the meeting had lasted a few hours, the sun had only set a few minutes ago.ixlandria smiled as the door opened to reveal her friend.
Johnathan jogged silently to the stables. a short bow tied to his back. 3 and a half feet in length, short but the wood was stiff, a much stiffer draw, but the punch would be just as great as his normal bow, and this one is less unwieldy. he was wearing dark leather boots, bracer's gauntlets, and a leather chest piece. he stalked into the stable and looked around. he saw ixlander by his mount, thunder hoof. a black gelding with flecks of yellow on his feet and nose.
the lithe dark brown gibbon easily jogged into the stables, with ixlandria behind her. the smaller ape was dressed lightly, dark breeches, a dark flexible leather vest. fingerless leather gloves, and no boots. her 2 foot long tail easily dropped behind her, held off the ground. she held no weapons save for a small dagger at her waist and and the razor claws on her hands. she walked over to ixlander and john. "sir, ixlandria said it was important?" the gibbon asked the humongous bear.
ixlander looked at the ape. "it is" he said and quickly explained the situation to the small girl ape. after she was brought up to speed ixlander gave one necklace, and one earring to john and one set to Trish. "put these on, this was the mages from the meeting hall can see and hear you with out being put into danger." he said turning away for a second. when he heard a squeak from the girl
"sir, i don't mean to be disrespectful, but why were you set on not having them come?" the primate asked. she knew about the teaming and such, but she felt that this was something else. Trish had been with john and the ironforge siblings for 7 years. she knew them well, and would give her life for them, but she wasn't the best friends with them, except for john, but he was like a brother to her sense her own brother died shortly before she was found by the kind bears and monkey.
ixlander frowned for a bit. "i have nothing against them, but that doesn't mean i totally trust them, i don't know, it's just a feeling i get with mages, and how they came out of no where, and where they were." the bear swung his head around to the girl. "they haven't fought in almost any battle, they are young, and they were sitting in on the war counsel, sitting withen leaping distance of his highness and as far as i have seen they haven't done anything for this kingdom." the bear said grimly he paused and then shook his head. "also, i know you two won't get caught, and if you do... well, you remember our pact." the large bear said softly. "we don't need them for protection, and if they get caught, well that would be one less family fighting for the kingdom." the bear said. no reason for them to die when they don't need to take the chance.
the four friends in the room and blinked and looked down slightly. shortly after they had all met, john and the ironforges got a rune written on each of them, a spell that if they got captured the spell would wipe their memories, rendering them useless to the enemy. after the original three had met the gibbon they had her swear with them. just as all the soldier's and troops in ixlander's company were sworn in also. when they were interviewed for joining up with the armored bear, they each swore a solemn pact that they would get the rune, and know and accept the responsibilities of it. they all knew some of them might not come back. it was a fact of life. every member who had signed up agreed almost right away. this course was the safest for the entire country as a whole. almost subconscienciously all 4 warriors rubbed the back of their necks where the rune was written under the hair at the nape of the neck. the memories can't be recovered unless a new specific rune is written on top of the old one. a specific rune that only ixlander, john, ixlandria and the king knew.
ixlander looked the two archer's in the eye. "john, Trish, you both know the danger's of this mission. we have some to gain but much more to lose if you two are found out. i ask of you as a friend to be safe. always watch your backs, keep your mind and senses open to the world around. you can't afford anyone to detect or follow you, on our side or theirs. be careful you two." with that the large bear embraced john while ixlandria embraced Trish. after a quick squeeze they traded hugs. and stepped apart.
ixlandria mounted up on her horse lightning. a golden horse with black flecks on his feet and nose. the gelding nuzzled his rider affectionately and got ready to ride.
Trish walked and mounted up on her horse. dune, a reddish gelding horse with black flecks on his feet and nose. while john mounted up on his horse. a black gelding with red flecks on his feet and nose. midnight.
ixlander raised his hand and pointed forward. the hand sign to ride. with a start thunder hoof galloped out of teh stables. followed by lightning, midnight and dune. the four horses thundered through the grounds. the sound being masked by the thunder storm brewing over head. the four horses galloped through teh one of the smaller gates leading out of the castle grounds.
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