Aleksandar

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Aleksandar had already escorted the Al Kharidian forces into the village. That had been almost two hours ago. He had also escorted Elise into the village. Once those needs had been attended too, he realised Aming was nowhere to be found, and assumed she was still awaiting a moment of opportune to meet with the Dwarven Council. He decided, since he had already done what he needed to do, that he might as well go and join her. As he was walking towards where he had been told the Dwarves were, he heard Elise's voice. She was talking to someone. Elise saw Aleksandar out of the corner of her eye and interrupted her conversation to look at him. She then decided she would accompany the blind man, and she fell in step with him, leaving the man she had been talking to looking after her, and eventually turning back to go to the battlefield. Aleksandar sighed as the new companion joined him, not really wanting much company. "Hello," he said somewhat reluctantly. "Hello to you as well," replied Elise, "How did you know I was here, because you are blind." "Seeing isn't the only thing one is capable of," Aleksandar told her, "I am going to meet with the Dwarven Council and a woman named Aming. Conversation may become dull. Do you really want to come?" He inquired, hoping she would decide that she wasn't too eager to be bored. However, Elise perkily explained that she didn't mind, and she would love to listen to the Council Elders speak, and maybe learn some things of their people and their history. So the two continued on, and they were at the Dwarven camp soon. Aleksandar heard Aming talking from far across the camp, and he also heard what he knew had to be the Council meeting. Along with the camp noises cluttering his alert ears, Aleksandar heard another voice, distinctly different from the rest. Most of the Dwarven conversations consisted of voices that were drunken, slurred, and stumbling over the words. Aming's voice was soft, and comanding, and the council voices were wise and clear. But this voice was different. It was a man's voice was unmistakably that of a gentle, and it was confident. "Amalien," Aleksandar thought to himself. He kept moving through the dwarves and approached the Lord as his conversation came to an end. The Lord turned around and saw Aleksandar approaching him, followed by a young woman. "Lord Amalien, I am Aleksandar," Aleksandar said to him, being careful to use the tittle Lord, he did not wish to disrespect him, he could be a very valuable member of their 'team.' Aleksandar sensed Aming join them. "Please, just Amalien. I haven't been addressed like that for a long while," Amalien replied, "I see two fair ladies accompany you, would you please introduce me?" "Of course," Aleksandar said, "Lord Amalien, Elise. She only recently came to the village. I found her sneaking through the forest following the Al Kharidi army." Elise was a little flushed, but she bowed to Amalien, who did the same. "And this is Aming. She arrived in the village around the same time I did, about a fortnight ago. She has endevoured much more than many here though, and is a born leader." Aming accepted the compliment, and bowed to Amalien, who, once again, did the same. "Well then," Amalien said, "What did you see me about?"

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A silvery-golden light shone through the leaves and danced on the dew-sprinkled ground. A shady grey-hooded woman drowsily opened her eyes to see the glorious sight of the sunrise. It was still very early and the sun was just edging away from the horizon. However, it was not the sunlight that had awaken her, but a low rumble, like thunder in the distance before an immense storm. But the rumble never subsided, it never grew softer, but it grew louder, and she gradually felt the ground start to tremble, if only the tiniest bit. She walked to the top of a hill near her small camp and peered down to the earth that was far below. A sea of dark-skinned men were marching through the forest. They were all brown-skinned and many had beards. They wore medium helmets that reflected the light of the early-morning sun in their shiny metallic surfaces. She could tell by their appearance and garb that they were desert warriors. She decided that she should follow them because a force so large could only be going to a place of war, and she was feeling rather adventurous. The grey-cloaked figure put up her hood and swiftly moved into the shelter of the trees, as she followed the force of desert warriors to a place where they would do battle, but she didn't know the peril she was traveling to. Aleksandar was getting anxious as the sun approached it place in the afternoon sky. He had had men constantly checking on its position because the Al Kharid forces had been due several hours ago in the morning. But recently a low rumble had been audible and he knew that the forces were coming, the rumble was undoubtedly the sound of an immense marching force. He had picked up on it before anyone else because, due to his lack of sight, his other senses were sharper than everyone elses. He went to rouse Aming because she would want to begin preparations to meet the Al Kharid warriors and their general. When Aleksandar arrived Aming was sitting on the end of her bed, completely dressed and ready. This surprised him. "I woke up earlier this morning and I couldn't sleep," she explained, "I've been ready to go for about 2 hours now, I'm just nervous, and I don't know why. I can't place my finger on it. We have a large force of some of the greatest warriors in all of Asgarnia coming to our aid, yet I feel that we may not win. But I am ready to go now, I need to talk to the dwarves anyway. I was informed that they spoke to Amalien Alduineth Sivtril." Aleksandar took a few seconds to take this in. "Amalien Alduineth Sivtril? The one and only? Within our very ranks?" Amalien Sivtril was a legendary warrior that had done great feats for his village and even major towns. He was a famed mercenary, but no one really could say much about his past, his history. All Aleksandar and Aming needed to know that he was a great fighter, and it would help to know him and put him in a place of command where he could be most effective. There conversation was ended, and they exited the house together, but once on the path outside the home, they said their parting words and went in opposite directions, Aming to converse with the Dwarven leaders, and Aleksandar to check to the east for the coming Al Kharid warriors. As Aleksandar moved to the southeast, he heard the army moving. By the volume of the army he could tell that they were near, and would be here within the hour. Aleksandar entered the forest and decided that he would meet them partway to Draynor Village. A a little ways into the forest, Aleksandar heard some twigs snap and the sound of hurried feet running on the springy ground. He quickly readied his bow and knocked an arrow. He aimed at whoever had made the sound, and knew that if he let fly the arrow, it would hit its mark. "Who are you and what is your business?" Aleksandar requested of the person. "I am called Elise. I am here because I followed the army of the desert warriors, and I was interested into what engagement they could be going that would require a force of such proportions. I wish no harm upon anyone." She decided not to surrender her title of Princess as it might cause some trouble, and she didn't really wnat anyone to know who she was. "As I was interrogated, may I ask you one question?" "Yes, but be brief, I go to escort the Al Kharid army to the village where they will prepare to enter battle." Aleksandar wondered what she could possibly want to know. He also noted that she was a bit bold and wondered if she just didn't realize that her boldness was a bit rude. He did not mind though, he found it humoring. "What is the cloth on your eyes for? Would you not like to see?" Elise thought that the cloth was a foolish thing to keep on his eyes. "I can't see. I was blinded by men that would betray another man. But I'm sitll as a good an archer as ever." He ended her question with that, and told her to either follow im or go to Draynor Village, otherwise she might meet an unpleasant fate due to the current state of things. As Aleksandar swept on to meet the army, Elise was left standing on the springy earth in the forest, and she had to make up her mind.

Aleksandar listened as his regiment blindly fired arrows over the wall. He chuckled to himself at the irony. By day the rest were sighted archers, but by night he was the only one that could qualify as a sighted ranger. He had heard that the Black Knights had received reinforcements. Dark Wizards and Necromancers from the western lands. The West being his home, he knew of their destructive power. Worthy foes, no doubt. He had an idea though. When he had first overheard some dwarven soldiers talking about the reinforcements, he had worried, but then he had been struck by an idea. He went now to find Aming. She would be the one to take action on his plan. He perceived her as the leader. He didn't want to do something too rash. As Aleksandar climbed down the ladder, the arrows flying less frequently now, he sensed an almost instantaneous change in the atmosphere. He sensed something very wrong. It was something inhuman. He heard the swish of a cloak, and the swinging of a weapon, he lightly leaped down the ladder while he knocked an arrow. He grounded and swiftly turned toward the entity and fired the arrow. And as he heard his arrow fly true to his target, he sensed it was gone. "!?" Aleksandar was completely puzzled, but he let it go because he heard a moan from the beside the ladder. It was a pained, ragged gasp. "Aming!" Aleksandar exclaimed. He knelt next to her and knew she had grave wounds. Quickly he ran into the village to find a Healer. "Healer! I need a Healer, posthaste! By the gods, find me a Healer!" Soon he had four Healers at his side. He commanded they follow him and they went to Aming. The Healers worked their magic, but the wounds seemed enchanted. In the end they could only heal the owund partially with their magic, and the rest they had to stitch. The world, grey at the edges and fuzzy, slowly came into focus. Aming quickly sat up in the bed she was in. A headache that felt like a mallet slamming into her skull hit her like a rushing bull, and a burning in her side forced her to hastily lay back down again. She felt her side and it was criss-crossed with thread. She slowly began to recall the attack, like recalling a dream. A strange character in a cloak, lightning, a scythe, a slash, a burning pain, a blackness. She turned her head and saw Aleksandar, perceivably asleep, in the corner of the room. His arms were crossed and his chin rested against his chest. She softly called his name until he awoke. Aleksandar lifted his head quickly, startled, then he realised where he was. "Ahh, so you have awoken Aming. You had a terrible confrontation apparently. Do you recall it? It must have been severe, you've been asleep for four days now." Aming explained what little of the mystifying encounter she could, and Aleksandar listened, seeming to look past her with what flet like a piercing gaze, though she knew he couldn't see. "Yes, I may have encountered the same being as you. I believe I would have been attacked, but I fired an arrow and it...well...it was just gone before my arrow got there." Aming was silent for a moment, and then she asked a quesiton that had been nagging her since she awoke. "How is the battle going?" Aleksandar smiled, something she hadn't seen much of from him. "Ahh, finally a topic of relish! I found you lying at the ladder when I was on my way to request something of you. When I learned of the reinforcements gained by the Black Knights' forces, I realised there were many more that could be gained for us as well. On the day after your incident, the reinforcements from Varrock arrived, however King Roal was much less generous than we had been lead to believe. Despite the original claim of 5000 trained men, only 3000 came, but trained soldiers were a nice change. They were welcomed gratefully and have since fought fiercely. I immediately sent runners to the Wizards' Tower south of this village and to the Kingdom of Al Kharid after your wounds had been mended and you had been giving proper housing. The runners were sent to request reinforcements from both locations. The Wizards arrived the next day as their tower is only a short distance south. They have been an invaluable addition to their forces. The forces from Al Kharid have been confirmed by our runner who came in on the eve of yesterday. They are 7500 of the fiercest desert warriors. They are marching in swiftly and will be here tomorrow morning. The fight has turned for the units who have been in our village as well. Apparently a fire grew out of the control of the Black Knights in one of their camps. Because of the dry conditions and the lack of rain, the fire spread quickly and killed several of their forces. Supplies were lost and some spies have even reported that a major storehouse was destroyed in the flames. And aside from that, the Black Knights' forces have been growing increasingly paranoid as a man that they could only describe as 'the shadow' was killing their forces as a stealth warrior. Some of our men, unfortunately, have confirmed that the body of this fighter has been found, but they removed the body and we are trying to keep the fear within their ranks. Aside from that, we have had a low number of casualties, and all I can say is that the battle has taken a turn for the better, and with you in our ranks again soon and the forces of Al Kharid coming in soon, we should be able to defeat the Black Knights' forces soon." Throughout Aleksandar's report, Aming had become increasingly better-spirited. She didn't have much to say, she was ecstatic. Her forces were going to win. They were going to be alright. She was certain of it. She was eager to go back to the battlefield, and explained to Aleksandar that she wished to rest for the remainder of the day and she would fight again with the arrival of the Al Kharid warriors. Aleksandar approved of her idea, and he left the room. On the other side of the door, out of sight of everyone. He lowered his head and rubbed his temples. He had had a vision while Aming was unconcious. He hadn't told anyone of it for he didn't wish to lower the morale of the soldiers. This battle was only the beginning. His vision had shown him a force unimaginably larger than the onethey had fought. They were no longer fighting behind the protective wall of Draynor Village, but in an unrecognizable area. He had been right in his feeling. This battle would only be a test of the real battle to come. He regained his composure and hastened to the door, knocking an arrow, he started to run to the battlefield.

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Aleksandar was annoyed by Aming's reference to sight many times in their conversation. He had heard her sit down, and when she didn't verbally invite him to as well, he just made the decision to sit down on his own. The fact that she believed that they may be in the defense of this village by nightfall unnerved him, but it also excited him. His fingers itched to knock and fire an arrow again, for it had been too long. Despite Aming's wise suggestion of rest, Aleksandar decided to explore. He had never been this far east before, and he wished to discover what the landscape was like. He went to the well treaded road between Draynor and Falador and began a trek westwardly along the road. When he came to the fork, instead of heading north to the desolated remnants of Falador, he turned south where he smelled fish. In truth, he had been following the scent the entire way. Once he had made it to the path it was easy. At the fork the scent was strong and easily traceable. When he approached the town, he noticed the town (presumably a port) was in a frenzy. Everyone was in a hurry and were passing him hastily in the street. He heard shouts and the sound of doors and windows being bolted shut. People were yelling and trying to get things closed up. Aleksandar quickened his pace to a jog and found his way to the dock. Blinding white. This was the way it had happened so rarely before. The blinding recognition of light again. His eyes focused. He could see past the dock to the ocean beyond. The cloth had allowed him a vision again. For how long he could not guess. It usually lasted a few seconds, miraculously once more than a minute. But this time it was different. He knew it at once. It wasn't a vision of something to come. He could see the present right now. He looked around and saw the town (Port Sarim by the signs on the shops) had been closed up. Nothing was open, and the people had evacuated. He looked back out to the ocean. On the horizon a fleet of ships were approaching. Too fast. He saw that now. The ships were coming faster than could be possible. But it was happening. The cloth didn't cause him to be delusional. Glints of armor. Black armor. They were Black Knights. Hoards of them. An unimaginable force. More than three times the amount of the refugees that were in Draynor. The vision began to fade. The sight before him was dulling at the edges. A grey fog began to envelop the picture before him. Then blackness. He hated that part. The cold departing. Being left alone. It felt so terrible. He quickly recovered though, it had happened enough times before that he was accustomed to it, but every time that cold, hateful feeling occured, he knew that a part of him was lost and would never be recovered. "I'm afraid you may find yourself unwillingly in the defense of this village before the night is over." He remembered Aming's words with a chill on his hasty return to the village. Aleksandar wished now, more than ever, that he still had his vision so he could be of more help to the people of Draynor. In the coming hours, they would need assistance terribly. Aleksandar came sprinting into Draynor Village, breathless. "Black Knights are about to dock in Port Sarim, they will probably already have docked by now. They shall be upon the village within the coming hour!" There was a silence that saturated the air for no more than a moment, and then an outburst. Aming came running up to Aleksandar. "Are you sure? You are blind after all, how could you know?" "I know it might sound strange, but the cloth I wear around my eyes is no normal piece of material, it's not even from these lands. Sometimes it grants me visions, but today it granted me sight. It was wonderful, and then I saw the black ships on the horizon. They were moving much to swiftly, as if one of the gods was giving them the winds necessary for the quick travel." Aming was wringing her hands. She was nervous, but she quickly regained her composure and became the natural leader she was. She began to bark out orders to the surviving White Knights and all who could fight, and they listened. At that time Aleksandar thought to himself, "We just might be all right. We just might make it."

Just keep in mind my character is blind, and he'd be lsot without the cloth 'round his eyes. That is what really sharpens his senses. That could factor into the story later.

Aleksandar had been on a journey through Kandarin and Camelot to pass the White Wolf Mountain and go to Falador where he hoped to purchase a rare bow that only a few possessed. It was an ancient bow that had been found in an excavation east of Varrock. About seven of the bows had been found in what was believed to be an ancient armory, and the bows looked brand new and were in perfect (and above par) working order when brought out from the site. They had been sold for very hefty fees to a lucky few and the profits went to help fund the excavation. He hoped to possess one of these bows which were said to be infused with the power of the founding gods, not their by-products that were worshipped by people of the land today, Zamorak, Guthix, and Saradomin, but with the powers of Zaros and a few other ancient and unidentified gods. All that was known of these gods had been gathered from ancient manuscripts and art. And believe you me, not many of these manuscripts or works of art had been found. However, at the top of the White Wolf Mountain Aleksandar smelled a faint hint of smoke in the air and he sensed a shift in the feelings around him and in his environment. He sensed worry. He could hear and smell the usually vicious wolves yelping and scrambling by him once in a while. They would have usually not hesitated to attack him, but something had them upset. Their behavior was definitely strange. He continued on and by the end of two more days he was at the gate separating the lands of Falador from the lands of Taverly. The atmosphere was definitely that of fear, anxiety, battle, and bloodlust. The air was now heavily scented with smoke, soot, and sulfur. As he approached the city of Falador midway through the day, he could hear faint screams and moans in the distance, and sometimes eerily close. He even heard someone sprinting by him and he could sense they were nervous and hurried. He heard clanking from within their clothes. "Looter," he thought to himself. As he approached the center of town he sensed that the shadow he should be in that would be cast by the immense White Knight's Castle was absent. He realized with a shock that it was no longer standing, and was the main fuel for the fire and smoke. Aleksandar hurried his pace. "This city is no longer safe," he thought to himself, "it is no more than a harbor for criminals and rogues now." He readied his bow and knocked an arrow. He was soon out of the city and reached the southern gates. As he exited the city and approached Draynor Village he heard talking in the distance. "...My wife... my son..." The gruff voice of a man hardened by war and destroyed by loss of the ones he loved. "I understand, sir." This time the voice of a woman, sure of herself and confident, a woman on a quest he sensed. Aleksandar swiftly made his way into the clearing in which they were standing and aimed his arrow. He knew his aim was directly at the woman's neck, where the armor the he presumed was present didn't cover. A vulnerable spot that would make for an easy kill. "Who are you and what is your purpose?" he asked. "I am called Aming. I am but a warrior on a quest to understand what is going on in our land. As I'm sure you've seen, something is quite wrong." "As a matter of fact, I haven't seen anything recently. But I don't miss a target. Are you friend or enemy? I do not wish to meddle. I came here with hopes to purchase one of the very rare ancient bows of the gods that were excavated in Varrock not too long ago. I'm sure you've heard of them, quite the topic for gossip they were a few months back. Do you know where I could hope to find one. However, I don't feel that I will be purchasing a bow, somehow I feel the bow was almost a bait to bring me to the aid of our land. Something big is going on. Something very big."

Character Profile of Aleksandar Aleksandar is about 5'11", with deep, knowing blue eyes, and long black hair with the gruff, stubbly remains of a beard that is ruggedly shaven. His appearance is dirty, but that is because he works hard day in and day out. He dawns apparel that he finds useful, particularly armor of the ranging sort. His normal dress consists of a black shirt and pants, and he wears a piece of cloth made of material that has yet to be identified and of a pure white color around his head like a bandana that covers his eyes (which are not pleasant to look at). The cloth was found by Aleksandar after he regained consciousness in the wilderness on the day of the incident. The cloth kept him comforted and seemed to try to show him what was going on, and he found the cloth to be warm in the cold, dark depths of the wretched forest. The cloth sometimes almost seems to speak to him and ever since he found it he has at seemingly random times envisioned events that are to come. He doesn't recognize most of the landscape or people, so he cannot make much sense of them. Aleksandar is a skilled archer and is agile and skilled at using knives and daggers. His name is known well by his people and the people of the surrounding lands of his home which he makes in Kandarin by the Baxterian Falls. His skill is unsurpassed by all he has faced, and he has never lost a competition. He competes at the Ranging Guild against the best, and even they who have so toiled to master the art are awed by his sure movements and quick shots. They are even more astounded that he is blind. Aleksandar used to have very acute vision which is why he took up archery in the first place, but in a horrible incident in the Wilderness, Aleksandar was left nearly fatally wounded and blind by a group of rogue Zamorak worshippers. He fought bravely and would have been slain by the party that outnumbered him ten to one, but he fell by fate down the side of a small cliff face that dropped him about 40 feet. He miraculously survived. The Zamorak worshippers knew that Chaos Dwarves were nearby and decided to leave Aleksandar at their mercy. However the dwarves never got to him and he was found by a jolly party of warriors that had been to the wilderness in search of fame and fortunes. They seemed quite out of place in the dark forest with their merry laughter and converse, and when they stumbled upon Aleksandar they were quick to come to his aid, and rushed him to the nearest hallowed ground at the Monastery. The Abbot cared for Aleksandar until his wounds were healed, and Aleksandar left as soon as he could, for he was not one to be kept down. After several years Aleksandar is now around the age of 32, and he is now even more skilled at archery than before. He can move with ease and his hearing and other senses are amazingly accurate and he makes it fine without sight. He could very easily be confused with the man he was 4 years before the accident, but he is more skilled and wise than that man. The incident hardened his heart, but he is not an isolated man, for he realises the valuable resource that others are, and he sees that isolation is a foolish path that only leads to a lonely, grim existance. His skill with the bow is still unmatched by any, and he still trains daily. My contribution to the story coming soon.

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