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Ios looked over the small village from the back of his horse, reading the letter in his hand. He smirked to himself as he read it, it had taken the group the best part of the month to reach this point. They had infiltrated several villages along the Yurtganen coasts, rooting out Nameless spies as they went. Now, after working their way up the grapevine, they had reached the village that seemed to house the most senior contact in the area.

"Well then, here it is. Harlow and Yol, I'm going to hand it to you two to find and lure out this... 'Blackbird'." he looked back over his shoulder at the pair. Harlow, the double of his father even down to a stubbly attempt at his beard, sat up straight and nodded sternly. Yol, on the other hand, lazily picked his nose. Huld frowned, concerned as usual.

"We can do this." Harlow stated, eager to prove himself to... anyone really. Huld sighed, which was probably what he had done most over the last few weeks.

"Sir, can I recommend sending-" He started.

"Harlow and Yol are going." Ios said firmly. "I know you can, Harlow. Iilah shall keep an eye on you all as usual. Get going. The rest of us will head to the forests and set up camp." The two young men trotted off towards the village. Ios turned his horse and began leading the group to the forest. As he turned, he noticed Huld glaring at him while the other looked on nervously. Ios rolled his eyes and sighed quietly as he rode.

"I'm going to have to talk with him, amn't I? This is such a draaaag...." He said to Iilah through their bond.

"Your decisions are not quite what older officers would make, Little One. It is only natural that Huld is beginning to doubt you." she responded.

"Doubt me? He's never done glaring daggers into my back!"

"Come now, that is no stance to take over this. You have to show him that you are a calculating and strong leader. Harlow is forward and lacks tact. Yol is more mischievous, perhaps there is some cunning in there too, but he is no tactician either, he will likely give the game away and drive Blackbird underground." the dragon lectured him.

This was not the first time their conversations had gone like this. A week before, Lorenya had been discovered by a more Nameless aside from the person she had discovered and the entire situation had descended into a mess when she had to lure them out so the group could ambush them. The townsfolk had been reluctant to keep quiet but a few words between Huld and their leader had absolved the issue. Iilah had not let Ios forget this for a single second. Not that he could forget. Or that the rest of the group would.

"Fine, so maybe not everybody would understand my thinking, but there were reasons I chose them! You know this!" He replied with a harsh tone to his thought, leading was more stressful than he had anticipated.

"Yes, I do. I feel every emotion and thought that crosses you, however. Huld does not. You have to talk with his, as he did with that village leader." Ios shoulders slumped and he sighed again.

The group pulled up to the tree line and dismounted. Within an hour of searching the forest, they had found a clearing and mad camp. Once everyone had set to cooking, Ios pulled Huld aside, preferring to get this over and done with.

"Sir?" Huld asked out of hollow courtesy more than confusion.

"You know full well enough what I'm going to say. Your attitude is having a negative effect on the teams' morale."

"My attitude!?" The Sergeant's eyes hardened instantly, fortunately the other elves were both too busy and too far away to hear them. "Your decisions are endangering the lives of these kids! What were you even thinking sending Harlow and Yol!? They were the last two you should have sent! Especially after what happened with Lorenya! Have you already forgotten about that?"

"Calm down, Sergeant. Harlow and Yol are both confident in themselves and perfectly capable when they set their minds to the task. Have some faith in them." Ios replied, hissing at first but steadily calming down. He thought of how Huld diffused the village leader and tried to replicate his demeanour. "I have not forgotten about Lorenya's... incident either. I am constantly learning here, and mistakes are going to be made but the decision to send the two men was not one of them. Demoralising the team, however, is a very grave mistake indeed. If they do not trust my judgement, they will turn on each other, you must know that."

The sergeant paused at that, his face giving away his thoughts. He nodded.

"For the good of the group, I will co-operate more. I have one request." He said in a level voice.

"I'm listening."

"You continue doing exactly that. Listen. I am more experienced than you by a long shot and my advice will be invaluable to you. As will opinions offered by the other Iukans. Do not simply trample over us with your status." he said. When Ios thought about it, it was entirely reasonable.

"Former status. Okay, I can do that also."

"Thank you, sir." The sergeant nodded. "My first bit of advice is that we get back to the group and try to bring things back together."

Ios nodded. "Sound advice. Let's go." Walking back into the camp, Ios saw that the troops were sat in their normal groups of friends. Vicenjr sat with Karrick, drawing and Tyca sat playing her little harp for the girls. Skald sat with Kyn, who seemed a bit lost without Yol there. He tried to make a joke to Skald, who simply grunted and closed his eyes to nap. It seemed peaceful for the most part, but Ios that he still had a ways to go before he had their loyalty and trust. Despite what Huld had said, it was going to take a lot more than just a bit of listening to fix this.

"You know the drill, everyone. Let's get some sleep. Vicenjr, you're first watch."
EL: Ios' Exile Chapter 2
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This chapter is more of a scene setter than anything else, I'm trying to put forward that Ios is having difficulties as leader, especially given that he is young, inexperienced and actually pretty rash in nature anyway. This is pretty difficult to write as it is not an issue I don't typically face but it's an interesting dilemma nonetheless. 

Ownership stuff:

:iconelvenlegends: belongs to :iconrobotswithcookies:

Ios and other characters appearing in this chapter belong to me.

 Atop the ridge ten elves scanned the surrounding plains, calmly awaiting their final arrivals beneath a pale grey flag. Lounging amongst their mounts, they chatted to one another quietly, some sharpened their blades or waxed their bows, and glanced regularly at the horizon. Two sat side-by-side, drawing as another gently played a small harp. Only one stood. Two the untrained eye, they seemed a group of layabouts, but in truth each and every one of them was fine tuned to their surroundings, but none so much as Huld, however.

 Resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, Huld watched the sea of tall grass sway all around them. The wind caught in his salt and pepper hair, sparing his short, bristly beard. His hard, brown eyes missed nothing, from the grazing rabbit to the watchful owl. One ear twitching, he heard the leathery beat of giant wings.

"They have almost arrived." He stated. The others fell silent instantly, looking in the same direction as Huld. One of the younger elves, a black haired boy with deep, dark, inquisitive eyes who had been drawing twitched his left ear.

"Should we ready ourselves in case it is not him?" He enquired, worried for the others' safety, most likely.

"No, Vicenjr. We are safe from the other generals right now. Only once he joins us we will be truly outcast." A lanky spearman steadily picked himself up.

"Man, about time he arrived! We've been waiting way too long already, my ass feels as if it's ready to fall off. What about you Kyn?" The other spearman yawned, black rings around his dull blue eyes.

"With all this watching and waiting, I feel ready for a nap, Yol." He sighed, also standing along with another, this one armed with a halberd.

"Should we stand to attention for the ex-general, Uncle?" he asked in a husky voice. Huld nodded.

"Yes, Skald, we should. Everyone on your feet. General Morvin selected you all personally. We should show this man that her choice is sound, if not unquestionable."

 The five remaining elves stood, all of which were scouts, armed with swords and bows like Huld. One of the scouts stretched, tilting left and then right, before putting away her harp and standing in line with the others. Another ground her teeth, before asking directly.

"Sir, how strong is this no-longer-a-general? Can we actually rely on him? Dyora didn't say anything about him in the letter she sent me." She fidgeted some more as she stood in line, rubbing a lock of thick black hair between her thumb and index finger roughly.

"Strong enough. He has fought against Eamin several times alongside the young General Morvin. Despite this, Lorenya, we are needed here to keep him alive until he is no longer exiled."

"You can't be serious!" Yol exclaims. "He was that type of general!? He didn't just sit about all day?" One of the girls snorted, this one shorter than the rest in the group but lithe and sharp looking as her sword.

"Who'd have thought it? A general who could lift a sword? Of course he can fight, idiot. How else would he get exiled? By signing the wrong requisition form?" she sneered at him. That was unusually harsh for her, from what Dyora had told Huld. Li was a relaxed but attentive girl, with a dark sense of humour, but not typically stinging.

"Stop arguing already you two, you're going to make us look bad." The harpist, Tyca, added. They both quietened down. A long moment of silence passed, and still the former general had not appeared yet. Huld frowned and decided to distract himself for once.

"Harlow, boy, you're being awfully quiet for once." He said, getting a snigger or two from some of the others.

"Figured I'd just wait and see what he's like. Can't say I recognise the name. Vindril. Never heard of it." he replied.

"Huh," added Yol. "weird name. Wonder where that's from."

"No idea." Harlow said. "Vicenjr, Tyca, you know your noble families, ever heard of it?" Both negative.

"Don't suppose Karrick would know." Yol chuckled, getting a snigger from Kyn.

"Cut it. Now." Huld stepped in. "You are not to provoke him, understood?" The final elf stood silent, ignoring their jibes, looking straight ahead. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin. Everything about the boy was dark. Then again, they were all Iukan, dark was their look. This boy simply had an overdose of it, mixed with some silence and an intimidating calm. He pointed towards the horizon and everyone turned to look, seeing a green dragon heading towards them. Steadily it grew larger and larger before coming in to land in front of them. The elves all stared in awe and Huld stepped forward. Everyone snapped to attention.

"The Independent Reconnaissance Platoon awaits your orders, sir!" He stated in his best Sergeant's voice. For some time there was no reply, the dragon simply looked back and forth between them and behind her. She didn't give an impression of apprehension so much as amusement. Eventually a seemingly in-elven sound came from behind her and a young elf slid down her side to land face first on the ground.

"Guhhhhhhh...." The younger elves all peered at him with a mixture of amusement, curiosity and disbelief.

"That's an ex-general?" said Kyn.

"Nah, that's just his attendant I bet." Li.

"He looks exhausted. I wouldn't be surprised if he just had to escape the military..." came Vicenjr's concerned voice.

"Silence!" Huld fumed. Dyora had said this man was competent. What was he doing presenting himself like this? How did he expect to gain the soldiers' respect? He looked to the dragon. "What is the meaning of this?" The dragon looked him in the eyes. They held his own and he found himself unable to look away from their yellow glow.

"You had best watch your tongue with your superiors, sergeant. Ios is exhausted after numerous fights with those far stronger than yourselves. One even more so than perhaps the greatest of Generals." A level but still scolding female voice rung out in all of their minds. The dragon's frills stood partially up, indicating some anger. The boy picked himself up groggily and wiped himself down before stretching, a few bones and joints popping and crunching. There was a number of small, fresh cuts on him.

"Ugh, I knew I was going to feel that wind magic when I woke up. Bloody sorceress." He looked at them all mid stretch with a vacant expression. "Oh, we're here already? Hey, team!" Beaming at them all, his face would have seemed innocent, if it weren't for the four scars and various cuts. He was strange looking too, with long white hair and bright white eyes.

"Uh.. Kyn asked a good question a moment ago..." Yol added his say as usual.

"I was expecting something more..." Harlow mused.

"Impressive." Skald said what everyone thought in one word, his speciality.

"Me? Unimpressive?" The boy smirked, a harsh glint in his eye as he looked over each team member individually. "Pff, subordinates. Bet none of you've even stabbed a minotaur in the eye with an arrow yet. Anyone got some food going? I'd kill for some noodles." The dragon threw him what looked like a concerned look. Or maybe it was unimpressed. Huld couldn't tell for certain, her face didn't move at all, only her eyes and the frills.

"With that, I apologise for his eccentricity, Sergeant. The fatigue gets to his head and he tends to bite back at criticism." The strange voice rang out in his head again.

"Enough of that, Iilah." The boy said. "So... yeah. Food? Happening? Tonight? Tomorrow? Anyone?" He looked back and forth at the various members. One or two of the others set about getting food ready, exchanging uncertain glances. The young former general either didn't notice or simply ignored them. It wasn't unusual for some younger generals to be flippant, detached or even a bit ahead of themselves, but this outright arrogance was unusual, especially from someone with such an unrecognisable name.

"Sir, we really should be moving on, we have been here too long as it is." Huld told him. He expected an impudent response, maybe even to be reprimanded. Instead the boy seemed to think.

"Hmm... Does anyone have any food already made?" He asked. Vicenjr nodded and held out some bread. He politely took it, a completely different person from a few moments ago.

"Thank you. Assuming all of you are fed and rested, it would be intelligent to move. Now that Iilah and I have joined you, the danger has increased significantly and we are much more visible. I intend to move toward the coast for now, since the Iukans and Nameless tend to steer clear of it. We can recuperate and begin working our way to Eyrden over time. Everyone on board?" Once again, everyone was quiet. His attitude was hard to make sense of. One moment he was sneering and arrogant, the next he was agreeable and showed some semblance of leadership. This was concerning, if his capabilities were fickle and changeable he could be a liability.

"We have already eaten and are prepared to move. As Dyora wished, we are at your command...?" Huld asked, not having been introduced properly yet.

"Ios. As Iilah, my bonded, said. Your own name?" He replied.

"Huld. The others are Vicenjr, our medic. Yol and Kyn are our spearmen. My nephew, Skald, is our third pole-arm user with a halberd. Harlow, my son, helps lead our scouts who are; Lorenya, Li, Karrick and Tyca." One after the other they either nodded, waved or, if they were more confident, gave a 'Hey'. Ios took his time giving them all a good look over as they were introduced. He watched Huld the longest, which made sense to him, he had challenged the dragon, not a move most sergeants were bold enough to make. After a while he nodded.

"Excellent. Mount up. We need to move."  Everyone did as instructed and Huld handed the reins of a spare horse to Ios. Hopping up onto the back of the horse, he patted its neck, a look of recognition in his eye.

"Hm, she even had you bring my old horse. It has been a while..." He stared at the horse for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before gently directing it forward, setting off quickly for the coast. Iilah followed him, staying on land to avoid being seen. It was strange to see a dragon so large walk alongside a trotting horse, but then again, everything about the conversation had been strange. It was likely to get even stranger as well. Huld didn't like strange. Strange was unpredictable.

 Looking to Harlow and Skald, he nodded. The two nodded back, but their concern was apparent. Some of the others shared the same look. Evidently, the young man had a lot of convincing to do. Facing forward once again, the elves set off after the young dragon rider.

EL: Ios' Exile Chapter 1
For :iconelvenlegends: 


So this is following some events involving Ios and a couple of other generals. This is gonna be quite a long series possibly, much longer than the Hass Gwerder story so I'm really looking forward to and dreading it xD 


Ownership stuff:

Ios, Iilah, Huld and his team all belong to me

:iconelvenlegends: belongs to :iconsillywritings: 
I should probably have updated this sooner but I am back now from my trip, I'll be quite busy but I am here and available now! 
Hey everyone, I'm going to be gone for a little while again! This time until next Saturday/Sunday! I'll have my tablet with me so I will still reply to messages every now and then but I'll probably not be able to rp since I'll be busy! I'll see you all soon though!

Rev :D 
EL: Nydreich Profile by Revolution24
EL: Nydreich Profile

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Name: Nydreich Volhart (Nee-dre-ch Foll-heart)

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Iukan with a trace of all the other races.

Class: Spymaster. Swordsman. Assassin. Charmer (lolnope).

Personality:  Arrogant in the extreme, he believes that he is a hero and that his cause is flawless and absolute in its logic. He will also sacrifice anything to succeed in his quest. His loyalty to Eamin is unwavering and his hatred for the four race system and its supporters is . Eloquent, polite and suave, his words are as dangerous as his sword. Although he views himself as a hero delivering justice to the four races he is really just a petulant child who is trying to take what the Iukans would not give him.

Strengths: Physically and mentally strong. Isn't fazed from his goal and is very persuasive in bringing others to his way of thinking. Skilled but not unequalled strategist. His sword is enchanted and can be used to defend himself from magic while being significantly stronger than the common hacker and can be used with either one or two hands. He has some simple fire magic, but that is all.

Weaknesses: His only weapon in combat is his sword as he has no ranged weapon or even a back-up melee weapon like a knife, so if he drops it or is disarmed he is pretty helpless at close range. His arrogance will probably be the death of him. Although he wears some armour, there are plenty of gaps and unprotected areas that are still important, like his head.

Background: Nydreich comes from an old and proud but almost forgotten family that he wished to return to its former glory by becoming the first general in several generations. Due to this, he had to work his way up from the very bottom, starting in the Iukan army. Working hard, Nydreich served the military with seemingly unbreakable loyalty, even leading a small group of trusted recruits into the great mountain to save a seemingly unimportant and reckless sergeant at the cost of one of his comrades.

 When being considered for promotion to general, he was rejected on the opinion of a single well-established general; the grounds being that he had a number of occasions of mixed blood in his heritage, thanks to a number of charming and whimsical ancestors. Supposedly the word 'mongrel' was used to describe him, which gave his pride one hell of a knock. Feeling robbed, Nydreich considered his time in the Iukan army and his prospects. Blaming his rejection on attitudes towards mixed blood , the arrogance and naivety of others, Nydreich deserted.

 He used what money he had to buy a horse and the family outfit re-sized for himself. Travelling for a number of days searching for the Nameless, he was eventually happened upon by a patrol who had been notified of his desertion. Trying his best to fight them off, he killed a small number of them but lost his horse in the fight. Fleeing into the forests he stumbled into the Nameless and joined them. Using his old and sympathetic contacts, he now gathers information on patrols and supply lines for Eamin while carrying out the occasional assassination of minor political figures.


The enchanted sword is an heirloom of his family.

All the men of the Volhart family had the tattoo on Nydreich's face on the right hand side of their face, while the women have it on the left.

Probably in love with himself. And the colour red.

Personal Quote:  "Relinquish your hold on the rotten old world and join our new, fairer society."

Theme Song: Villainy Thrives by Trivium…


This came out alright, his clothes are a little pink but the colouring came out alright overall. His boots ought to be blacker, however. I'm pretty pleased with his design since it's a lot more elaborate than most of my OCs I would say. On the other hand, some of his coat looks a bit flat/stiff and some decorations longer than their 'symmetrical' ounterparts. The ruins on his sword ought to have a glow to them, but I haven't managed to pull that off yet.


Ownership stuff:

Nydreich belongs to me, :iconrevolution24:

:iconelvenlegends: and the application background belong to :iconsillywritings:

I should probably have updated this sooner but I am back now from my trip, I'll be quite busy but I am here and available now! 



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Null-Entity Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thankyou kindly for the watch :D
Revolution24 Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2015  Hobbyist
You're very welcome! :D
AjTheAssasian Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Revolution24 Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2015  Hobbyist
AjTheAssasian Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Haha woo
Revolution24 Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2015  Hobbyist
haha xD
AjTheAssasian Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
{Ill start this here!!!}

Delano: *walking with a bag of meats to a clearing where Xipil is relaxing*....!!
Revolution24 Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014  Hobbyist
Ios: *notices Delano passing him and having not seen him for a very long time, decides to follow* 

AjTheAssasian Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Delano: *walking, being oblivious lol, walks off to the clearing*~
Revolution24 Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014  Hobbyist
Ios: *stalks after, keeping behind the trees and watching what he is up to* 
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