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04 July 2007 @ 01:21 am
The Arrival  
"Where am I?" Marth wonders to himself. He finds himself in a high tech city, technology he had never seen before or even heard of. "Last thing I remember was grabbing the Fire Emblem in that cave... and now I am here..." Marth looks around at the strange new surrounding he has found himself in. "Where is everyone? Did they not come along as well... and where are they right now?" Marth starts to call out for any signs of life that may be found in this weird new setting he has found himself in... with no clue as to where, or when, he is.
 
 
 
the_lost_300 on July 4th, 2007 05:42 am (UTC)
Unknown to Marth, a small group of Spartan scouts was combing the streets and buildings of that same city. So far they had found things, things that not even the Great King Leonidas could understand. The unsettling thing, even for the hardened Spartan hoplites, was that there was no one alive anywhere they looked.

One of the Spartans, Cadmus, had climbed to the top of a tall spire, likely a church to some unknown deity in another world. He was the first to spot Marth's appearance and signaled to the other five in staccato Greek. He remained in the tower as the others approached the newcomer from both sides.

"Who are you, stranger?" called one of the Spartans. It was strange, he spoke Greek, but the words that reached Marth's ears were in perfect Altean.
altea_mikoto on July 4th, 2007 08:24 pm (UTC)
Marth looked around as he is surrounded by the stange men. He kept one hand on his sheathed Falchion, in case things got ugly.
"My name is Marth Lowell, I am the crowned prince of the land of Altea... who are you people, to surround one lone man with 6 men? It hardly seems like a fair confrontation." Marth stated as he tried his best to keep an eye on every corner of the area, in case they decided to get hostile and attack. He did not know what these strange new people were intending to do, whether they be friend or foe, but Marth was not about to drop his guard, not with his kingdom still at risk and he be the only hope remaining for it.
the_lost_300 on July 4th, 2007 08:36 pm (UTC)
"We are the Spartans," said the lead hoplite. "My name is Dorian; I lead this scouting party. We are here on orders from King Leonidas himself to investigate this," Dorian paused, indicating the tall glass-and-metal buildings that surrounded them, "place, for it is but newly in existence and we know not of it."

"You would do well to forget thoughts of violence, Marth, prince of Altea. We Spartans do not seek to harm you unless we are first provoked. Tell me, how did you come to be here?" Dorian asked, resting the butt of his spear on the ground. The other Spartans quickly followed suit. Their posture relaxed slightly, but they were all still watching Marth intently behind their featureless helmets.
altea_mikoto on July 4th, 2007 08:42 pm (UTC)
Marth nodded at the gesture of putting the spear butts on the ground and he took his hand off of Falchion and gave a bow of his head.

"I apologize for my abrupt behavior, I do not wish to fight unless I must... I was in a cave out in a neighboring country of Altea searching for the legendary artifact the Fire Emblem, which is now embedded into my sword Falchion. But once I grabbed the Fire Emblem, everything went black... and once I awoke, I found myself in this city of great wonder and mystery." Marth stated as he stayed where he was, being careful not to make the Spartans feel provoked in anyway.

Marth then looked at Dorian "How did you and your troops come to be at this place, Sir Dorian? You obviously are new to this place as well for need of a scouting party."
the_lost_300 on July 4th, 2007 08:57 pm (UTC)
"We do not know. The last act any of us remember from the world we left was the defense of the pass of Thermopylae against the Persians. We are unsure how long we have been here, as Apollo, or whoever pulls that chariot in this place, does not make the same path across the sky as we are accustomed to, though it has been more than a year by our best reckoning. This place where we now stand, however, is new. Two days ago we awoke to find these towers had been erected overnight."

Dorian waved held up his hand and signaled to his fellow Spartans. Three of the group that surrounded Marth broke off and resumed their search of the city. The two remaining Spartans were still on opposite sides of the intersection where Marth stood.

"Where is your homeland, Marth of Altea? From the name I would guess that you come from the lands north of Macedonia, though I do not recognize your style of dress."
altea_mikoto on July 4th, 2007 09:07 pm (UTC)
Marth nodded his head. "Yes... Altea does lie north of the ancient city of Macedonia. My garb marks Altean royalty and my shoulder plates mark me of nobility." Marth stated as he stretched out his arms to show Dorian his garb.

"Your style of dress strikes me as odd Sir Dorian. I am not accustomed to other styles of garb or battle armor outside of that of my homeland." Marth said as he looked over Dorian's armor.

Marth looked around and then looked back to Dorian. "Sir Dorian, I do not mean to burden you, but have you seen my comrades anywhere around here? One is a girl named Sheeda and she rides on a pegasus, and the other is an Altean knight named Jeigan. Surely your troops would have spotted them if they were around here would they not?"
the_lost_300 on July 4th, 2007 09:24 pm (UTC)
"We are Spartans, our king is a descendant of the great Heracles himself. To speak of myself, I am a hoplite commander. The L on my aspis," he said, motioning to the large Lambda painted on his round shield, "stands for Lacedaemonia, my home state."

Dorian shook his head, a gesture emphasized by his long braids and the large crest on his helm. "We have not, you are the first man we have seen other than our own people. Are they dressed as you are?"
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clouded_mind7 on July 18th, 2007 12:10 pm (UTC)
In front of the group on the ground lay an unconscious figure, clearly injured.
the_lost_300 on July 20th, 2007 02:33 am (UTC)
((Posting order from here of Cloud, Spartans, Marth, Rachel?))

Having left the city with their two new guests, the small band of Spartans was headed back to their own city. The last thing they expected, although recent experiences have pointed out the fact that there's nothing they really should not expect here, was to find yet another strange person.

The group stopped in the middle of the field, a good distance away from Cloud's unconscious body.

"Hello?" Dorian called, not expecting an answer, but still looking for some sort of response to tell him that this newest arrival was not dead.
altea_mikoto on July 20th, 2007 11:17 am (UTC)
Marth nodded to Rachel "Yes, I am greatly interested in your fighting style Miss Rachel and will await a demostration of it"

Marth noticed the Spartans had stopped and he walked up next to Dorian. "Sir Dorian, what is the problem? Is something wrong?" Marth then looked ahead and saw Cloud's body and he gasped. "Is... is he alive? Should we not go and help him?"
clouded_mind7 on July 22nd, 2007 03:30 pm (UTC)
Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the figure was still breathing, though very shallowly and with difficultly. He had cuts and bruises all over his body, as well as some singe marks on his clothes and arms. Beside him lay an over-sized sword that was nearly as long as he was. There were two colored spheres embedded in the sword just above the hilt.
facesmash on August 6th, 2007 08:40 pm (UTC)
"I'll be sure to demonstrate for you soon." Rachel replied but realized that the Spartans had stopped and that Marth was not paying any attention to her. She looked around to see what was going on. "Oh my God, is that man okay?" She asked quickly realizeing that the unconsious man was breathing but his attire and sword were unlike anything she had seen before. "Sir Dorian, do you or Sir Marth know this man? His sword and cloths are unknown to me."
the_lost_300 on August 7th, 2007 02:02 am (UTC)
Dorian shook his head. "He is another stranger. Adrian, go check on him."

The other Spartan saluted, handed his long spear and heavy shield off to a nearby comrade, and trotted forward. He kept his helmet on, preferring the protection to any fright the bronze visage may bring about. His sword hand stayed near the hilt of his lakonia as he reached out with the other to check if the fallen figure had a pulse.
altea_mikoto on August 7th, 2007 02:08 am (UTC)
Marth shook his head to Rachel. "I know not of this man Miss Rachel... His presence is as a mystery to me as it is to you and Sir Dorian." Marth spoke as he watched the Spartan walk towards the body, keeping his hand on the hilt of Falchion in case something unexpected happened.
clouded_mind7 on August 7th, 2007 02:44 am (UTC)
The figure's breathing was shallow, punctuated with an occasional groan or whimper of pain. Otherwise, he was unmoving.
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