Alastor responded to his new companions by saying "Welcome friends, Azura, Aaron and Aira. I assume you are wondering why I asked you all to meet me here. I have a proposition that I believe we may all benefit from. I have requested a private parlour be opened for us. It is suprising what doors silver can open" said Alastor, chuckling merrily. He shook his shaggy mane of silver hair back, and said in a more serious tone "If you do not wish to be part of this venture, then don't follow me. I asked you only because I know you all by reputation"
He picked up his tankard and strode through an oak door at the end of the room.

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Aaron watched Alastor cross the room and disapear behind an oak door.
"His tone sounded like it'd be a challenge what ever it is. And I won't turn down a challenge," he murmered to himself. Glancing at the two women, he got up, and crossed the room into the private parlor...

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((Sorry, I forgot to put that in her bio, Aira tends to be grim and shows little emotion. That would be my fault ))

Aria stiffen slightly, but returned the hug. "Just fine," she answered. She watched Alastor speak, then walk acrossed the room and out of sight. "Let's go," she said, standing up and following.

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Alastor had propped his feet up on a table, and had sat down in a chair beside the window. He heard the door shut, and saw the three before him. "Well, seems l have acquired a greater level of oratory skill these days" He drew a slight smile at that. He continued "It seems to me, that as long as these wars continues, people will suffer, people will die, and the land will never be made whole. And before you interrupt me, I am correct. This war is old, and will always be old. As long as this war rages, death and hate will be rife. This is why you all are here, Breitans, Dormanians, Rithernians. We must be the driving force to unify this land together,putting our differences in races, language, creed, religion and way of life. "

"When My kin were killed, when I was a small boy, I made a promise on my fathers body, that I would stop this madness no matter what the cost. I ask no one here to follow me, I will force none of you to face the darkness and despair this path may lead us on. I ask that if you follow me, and this cause, follow it to the end." Alastor, wept openly, and from his belt tok a small knife, and when he had finished his words, had drawn the blade across his palm.

He sealed his words in his very blood....

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Azura listened closely to what Alastor was saying. Her usual happy and smiley expression was now a grim frown. She bought out her own knife, and dragged it across her palm. "I will go with you. To the end." she whispered, ignoring the pain from her hand.

((Am i right that we also had to cut our hands?? ))

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(yes, its the whole blood bond thing about the 13th company. This is the beginning of the company itself)

Alastor nodded, and took clean linen bandages from his breast pocket. He bound up his own hand in the dry, soft material and then Azura's. He looked back at the others intently.

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Aaron paused for a moment. Thinking. This would be dangerous, maybe the most dangerous thing he had ever done in his twenty two summers. In the end, he couldn't turn down a challenge such as this. He wanted to be able to walk into a Breitan tavern and not get kicked out for his Dormanian accent. Aaron nodded. He flipped out his own knife and cut his callused hand.
"I swear upon Riniela, the Dormanian goddess of peace and love, that I will help bring this war to and end..."

((if the whole Goddess thing is okay... ))

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Aira looked carefully in to the eyes of each and everyone of them. She flipped out her knife and slid it slowly across her hand, "I shall come, 'til the end of the earths and back," she wispered grimly, and closed her hand.

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(Tis ok Rain)

Alastor smiled grimly, and bandaged the hands of the other two. "Well, now we have sworn our oaths, what should be our first move?" he asked.

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Alastor nodded. "I have lodgings in the Breitan capital, relatively spacious and able to house a dozen people easily. If you would all like to gather weapons, armour, salves and perhaps if you know someone else of like mind with us, then perhaps bring them along. I will be there, and meet me at your leisure.Does this seem reasonable?"

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"Reasonable to a Breitanian. I wouldn't be let through the city gates. What about in one of the border towns that is a mix of people from the three countries. Easier access for those not of the country," Aaron replied...

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(Is it too late to join?)

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Azura rested her hands comfortably on the hilts of both scimitars. "I have everything i need on me." she said. "But the others may not. I say we stock up on supplies first, then transform our Hq, wherever it will be, into a place suitable for a group of warriors."
Azura pointed to the training dummeys at the far end of the room, a lone soldier firing arrows from his bow into wooden targets.

Is the last bit ok Lamanter??

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