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Post by rlandis on May 5, 2011 1:50:43 GMT -5
Strong Seas and Stronger Women
Red hair. . . Thats all the guards could see before a plank of wood hit them in the face, one right after the other.
Dragging the bodies back into the ally, the half elf made sure they were still alive before taking their valuables. Chump change at best, but still enough to get clean and ready for the Parade. . . After all.
This could be her big break. . . Nothing like royalty and their handsome ransom.
Of Greed and Kings
The Prince made way to Foltuk, having began his parade and ceremonies.
Xen, after two more days of travel, made it to the Center city of Foltuk. The Prince's arrival gave the perfect cover for Xen, for the rumor was, the royal family was to meet the Prince at the end of His parade.
All was set for Xen, the bones were cast and the bet placed.
After learning more, Xen would soon discover the palace guards would be there, as well as a host of Foreign guards and members of their court.
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Kas, after enjoying a day or two of freedom, soon found himself next to Sorlis once more, being questioned heavily. Once more, Sorlis could pin nothing and had to let the man go. . . As well as drop the case. . . The Army was moving out. . . The King had given the Order, the march to Foltuk would take place in the morning, giving Kas one last night at the Camp before it would be packed up and set to the march.
The Dark Chapters
Tor'ilith was a mess. Dark Elf Magic and sinister devices filled the streets. No longer did humans walk the streets. A few days has finally gone by, but the City looked as if a few thousand years had gone by. The Stone was Dark and at times pure black. The Once bright sky soon saw a purple hint and clouds of thick smoke. The Fires soon roared to life as the war machine of the Dark Elves began to turn. Swords, armor, and other crafts of war began to be forged day and night. The Foundries of the humans were put to good use.
General Kelissith, as well as his Commanders met at the long table, once held to be the King's chambers. Before him was a map, and across the table, was The Mad General Torik. Plans of invading Pontik were thrown back and Forth, without mercy the two generals insulted each other. At one point, Bokiz the Brute, commander of Infantry under General Kelissith, nearly drew blades and struck down his rival commander under Torik.
Kelissith, after the meeting was drawn to a draw, called Anethra over. "Come. . . Come, we must speak privately. "
"I know you have only known rest for two days in the city. . . And that were tasked with Occupation. . . But, I cannot see General Torik take the credit again for another kingdom's fall! The King doesn't even recognize my name for the hold and security of this damned Kingdom! How am I to compete with Torik if I cannot go and take cities!? I need something to be done. . . Something very. . . Illegal. . . The King would not look highly upon me if General Torik was to. . . accidentally die during his march. . . It might just be a sad fate that I might have to tough it up and take control over his army as well. A shame, I know. . . Your order is clear. . . Make this happen. . . See him taken down. . . Make it look like an accident or the enemy. This cannot be traced back to me! OR YOU!"
Chapters of the Rising moon and setting Sun
Fernan, after having his appetite for the Late Deo's daughter and wife filled, held a grand party in the man's main hall. The bodies cleared, but the bullet holes still left, the hall looked somewhat as grand as it once did. Though the smell of Death and gunpowder was unable to be driven away. . . Though one could not help but wonder if Fernan liked it that way.
Fernan smiled his new Ally. His yellow teeth grinned a smile of demons. "I see a great future between you and I. . . How about you come with me, take up the roll of one of my Commanders. . . Together we could unite this Kingdom under my banner. . . Heh, never know, we might be able to take on Foltuk, Pontik, HAH! Even the Dark Elves themselves! What say you?! Interested?"
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Post by Drozgul on May 5, 2011 4:18:31 GMT -5
A Legacy Chronicle
Stepping, for the first time it seemed, outside the monastery's cradling hearth in so very long, Joshua Berrybush secured his simple outfit into place. Reassuringly he looked back, then as a breeze caught his hair, tussling it about, he took note of some dandelion florets floating by.
"Dear me, has it truly been so long? Very well then, I suppose you're correct of course."
Up and about they lofted, dancing their reply, then rushed off with the wind toward Darrowshire.
"This time I'll not be bested so easily," he challenged, dashing off along the seldom trodden path that led to the nearby village. His teeth bared in a child-like smile as he raced forward, overtaking the small white wish-puffs in a dead heat, he could barely contain his joy of the moment. A quick moment later he spied the ranch-house of the Reeve. Catching a glimpse of the man himself trudging around the far corner, Josh sought out the out splitting stump by the tool shed. Again he gained speed, and with a glaring eye he kicked off, wheeling his nimble form in the air to find purchase on the freshly lain thatch roof. With a look over his shoulder he gestured in victory, which naturally rendered the stump below entirely speechless.
Stalking about the peak of the roof then, he crept over to the leeward edge, finding of course the same man, tilling perfect earth for a vegetable row. There he silently dropped down just behind his quarry. The tall, elder man seemed to sense a presence, and stood slowly, turning his head to one side. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary here, he turned back, and reacting with little surprise took in the sight of a clean-clothed halfling, leaning on his best garden tool.
Joshua beamed up at the reeve to begin, "Its so good to see you today sir! How, if I may ask, is your ass?"
With a raised brow and a sneered mustache, Reeve narrowed his gaze until he recognized the matured face of the young-ling who once caused quite a raucous on this very land. "Old, itchy, and as useless as ever!" he spat, with nary a glimmer of its potential humor.
They shared a look, and then slowly turned to acknowledge a solitary stubborn mule standing in a shady bit of matted field. Joshua couldn't help but grin, recalling the memory he last made of this place. How when he thrashed his way out of a wire fence he was caught in, it made such a large gap, through which the whole of the dear reeve's livestock would escape, and become stolen before the morning light had revealed the crime. True, though it shouldn't be a fond memory, every experience the halfling had made until this point had brought him to where he now stood. And this event is what triggered his long stay at the monastery to study discipline, to learn to focus one's self. Most of which proved a great success, he was excited to know.
The reeve eventually shook the handle of his hoe, loosing Josh's lazing so he may work still. He interjected again, "Has it really been three years, lad? Seems as though nothing has changed and time has stood still here."
Proudly Josh boasted, "Nearly four, friend." Then smartly declared, "But much has changed, EVERYTHING has changed! Just look there at the new gate you've installed. And the horses have never stood taller! The grain certainly must have been a fine yield this past harvest eh? The Underorchards are surely bustling with life on as brilliant a day as today!"
Reeve simply nodded, and pulling back on his suspenders he almost allowed a smirk to escape him. But his skeptic expression remained to hide it of course.
"Well sir, I must be off. After a brief visit with Father, I'll be away for some time. I do wish you well, friend Reeve!" Before any sort of reply could be given, Josh had again given chase to something or other on the breeze toward his home, loudly guffawing as he took the lead.
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Post by xenocide on May 5, 2011 11:07:26 GMT -5
Of Greed and Kings
[my attack is planned at the end of the little meeting, as everyone is preparing to leave. whats the room look like? and the surrounding corridors? are there any windows for me to jump thru? what floor are we on, and in what type of building? stuff i need to know lol.]
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Post by reigneer on May 5, 2011 12:01:26 GMT -5
Of Greed and Kings
"It's a sad night indeed when one such as Sorlis cannot get to the heart of a matter when there should have been an entire bar full of witnesses... Fool witnesses maybe, but full of fools none the less." Kas thought light heartedly to himself as a smile danced across his lips.
Kas's bags had been packed since the night of his performance, everything carefully placed as to not damage anything and in truth he could have left before even encountering Sorlis, let alone seeing him a second time. For what it was, the encampment was kept quite nice to Kas's standards, the "streets" if you would call them were rather clear, though this night, they were busy and a bluster with movement. Kas went to the center of the encampment. He began to play a song he called, "the tale of V" a tale of a warrior whose ruthless tactics conquered a kingdom, but whose love for its country men won him the throne. Although there was more to the song, as well as its title, he stopped there gathering the few coins that had been tossed his way.
While he played he thought over where he would go... back to Pontik, or with the encampment to the potential warzone of Foltuk. With a heavy sigh he grabbed his bags and left for Foltuk. If he was any sort of lucky and skilled, he'd beat them there. Some one had to be there to record the fall.
In the cover of the darkness and the bustle of the streets, Kas was no longer Kas. He would not be recognized. It was time to slip out. It wasn't as hard as he made it to be in his head. He simply left. Perhaps they mistook the small pack, scratched and dirtied face, and specifically the rapier and short sword at his sides, as a sign that he was a master of weapons, or perhaps an assassin. It could have been they thought he was a scout. due to the bare essentials of the items. But in any case he passed and headed toward Foltuk, his choices being, to rally them for battle with Kas.. To subdue their thoughts with Sundered Heart. lastly, he could leave just as he arrived, as nothing but an observer. He would judge, when he arrived.
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Post by arathos on May 5, 2011 22:22:29 GMT -5
Chapters of the Rising Moon and Setting Sun
"I must take some time to consider the offer. If you will excuse me." A laugh and a hearty slap on the back were Fernan's answers. The Daimyo bowed slightly after taking a second to compose himself, and made his way back to his pavillion.
He took stock of the advisors gathered around him, and reclaimed his seat in the folding chair. There was a long silence as he pondered the maps before him. The map of Segial was on top, beside a more ornate map of the islands of Tadati. He shuffled them slightly, revealing in time a map of Gua and De'shou, another ornate map of Hidishi, and in increasing order of vague drawing were maps of Pontik, Foltuk, Tor'ilith, and Darath'ain. The last was mostly an outline of the continent's edge (with some gaps where even ships had not managed to sail), and a lot of empty space and ominous markings such as "Here be slave camps" and "massive armory/manufactory", and most worringly: "something big". There was much to consider, but the Daimyo looked over his advisors.
There was the stealthy young Ishi, who had accompanied him on the raid into Deo's castle moments earlier.
Kukun, his oldest and most trusted friend, a hot-headed but skilled and loyal soldier, and fiercely nationalistic.
Beside them were the twins, Velus and Varrius. He didn't know much about them; disgraced cavalry officers of some sort, Principality perhaps? It wasn't his place to ask questions, of course. The Army of the Wayward demanded loyalty and peerless service, not biographies.
Next was the youngest, his personal aide and messenger Chen Wi, apparently a runaway from Gua. He had taking a liking to the boy, and found that his boundless enthusiasm belied a crafty little thief with a bounty of insight.
Finally was a stout creature, Thokk he called himself. He was from Gor'lok, and if he was human, he was the ugliest one anyone in the Army had ever seen. The troops called him "Thokk", but the Daimyo's nickname of "Kaibutsu" was how he was referred to in the pavilion. It meant, essentially, "monster" in his native tongue, but Thokk took it as the good natured ribbing it was intended to be. He seemed to revel in his appearance and the fear it struck in his enemies. Of course, rumors abounded that he was part human, part...something else. Nobody that knew was telling, at least.
The Daimyo looked them over, and finally leaned back in his chair, a sign that he was ready for them to speak. "We have been offered a place in this Fernan's army, as regulars with the chance to one day be a part of his ambitions of conquest. Tell me your thoughts."
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Post by rlandis on May 7, 2011 3:48:04 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]UPDATE![/glow] (( See the first page for more details. )) Attachments:
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Post by rlandis on May 7, 2011 4:02:15 GMT -5
A Legacy Chronicle
The door slammed, the house's frame rattled. One could not imagine the fury and strength required to such. Those responsible for the disturbed peace, however, were observable. Stepping from the house could be seen two tall, muscular, and angry looking knights. Clad in the armor of Nordil, these were clearly Royal guard. For any doubt one truly held, their plumed helms quickly squished. Their horses, who were busy pawing out the ground, were white war horses who, given the scenery, could of been ripped straight from a painting.
Riding past the halfling they grunted a command of "move aside" before riding, nearly full gallop, down the road.
Joshua Berrybush had scene what few get to see in these parts. . . Real Knights.
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Post by xenocide on May 7, 2011 8:11:10 GMT -5
of greed and kings
The room was a small, well-lit ballroom, circular in shape, with plenty of stained glass windows and tables of food. Placed on the second floor and out of the way of most day-to-day living, it was a spectacular place to entertain such guests. Nobles from all over where there, but There was only one target. His Highness, or whatever he chose to call himself, would die. But he did not know it.
Guards where posted all down the hallway leading to the room. The hall itself was catered by way of the kitchen directly below, with a system of pulleys used to carry food and drink to and from the room. A small or lightweight man could easily ride up one of these tracks. But alas! Xen couldn’t bribe his way into the kitchen. Running out of time, he made a snap decision. Racing through the castle (If you could call it that, more a large stone mansion) he quickly found a way to the third floor, directly over the ballroom. Sliding a desk to the window and tying a length of rope to it, he swung the window open. This was going to be risky at best, but it would work. He had a knack for these things.
Leaning out the window, he judged the distance to the second floor. Grabbing the rope at just the right length, he grabs a vial from in his vest. A red and blue liquid, his most potent toxin, capable of fever and delusions merely by touch, ingesting it would rip your stomach apart and leave you crippled, incapable of even riding a chariot comfortably. If soaked into the blood…. Whatever it struck before you died would be ate away. And the trauma would kill you, he had seen it happen too many times to believe otherwise. This very same poison took his parents.
And now it was time to kill again. Sliding a special knife from the sheath at his calf, he placed the vial in the special trough in the blade. On impact, the vial would shatter, forcing glass shards and poison directly in the knife wound. Some would say it was overkill, Xen simply thought it was being careful.
Swinging out over the edge of the window, rope in one hand and knife in the other, Xen jumps, crashing through the stained glass right behind the king, his daughter, and the princeling from before. Screams erupt as guards rush past, but its too late. Xen merely stands up and inserts his knife, tip-first, into the kings jugular. The princeling starts to pull the daughter away and, seeing a chance to farther his ‘business agreement’ with the boy, Xen pulls two throwing knives from a hidden pocket, and, dodging a blow from a guard, whips both blades expertly at the princeling. The first bounces off the breastplate of a guard, while the second one bites into the prince’s shoulder- right behind the head of the princess.
Another fine setup, Xen thinks. Seeing his job is done, Xen ducks another attack from a guard, and runs for the window. Grabbing his rope from before and hoping it is still attached to the desk and no one has taken it off, he swings out the window as he hears the sound of gunfire. He feels the wind from the bullets and the biting sensation of bullets connecting with his lower back and grazing his right leg. He loosens his grip on the rope and slides down and hits the ground, grunting from the pain. Rolling away from the castle, he ducks behind a building and runs off, hobbling from the wound in his leg and the pain in his back. But the farther away the better at this point- a dark elf with two bullet wounds wouldn’t find any reprieve, especially one that just assassinated their king.
Back in the ballroom the king lay, his body deteriorating. The prince was having his wound treated, the princess swooning over him even as her father lay dying. Grimacing in pain, the prince shifts so that he can look at the dying king. Pushing the pain out of his mind and standing, he says “no matter how long it takes, I WILL find who did this!”
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Post by arathos on May 8, 2011 19:47:58 GMT -5
Chapters of the Rising Moon and Setting Sun
Kukun, as expected, was the first to speak. "We cannot submit to these foreign dogs! We are a Tadati army, first and foremost! To subject ourselves to the rule and direction of these low scum would be a humiliation deeper than any other."
Ishi said nothing yet, merely watching the others. Chen fidgeted a bit, his right hand's nimble fingers twitching with a piece of cloth frayed at the edge of his left sleeve. Velus and Varrius whispered to one another before Velus spoke. "We've made quite a bit of money in this endeavor; if this man is so drunk with the joys of victory, to say nothing of the literally drunken stupor he is in from the wine, that he will continue to pay us, I say why not? We could use the gold, and frankly there's easy pickings here. This whole country is torn apart by civil war and disputes, with vast scores of disenfranchised peasants just looking to escape the burden of their fat lords. It's like being in Gua without the strong Emperor on the throne. We can raid, fight, and collect recruits by the hundreds, and if we ever find ourselves in a bind, the enemy will take us on for a song just to crush their foe that much faster. It's the perfect place to fight, and it's why we left Hidishi."
"We left Hidishi for glory, and for freedom!"
"We cannot find those here? We've only stormed one castle and already we have two mighty golems, and a hero's feast along with a handsome bounty for our troubles. We answer to no one, merely play along until the irritation of humoring our gracious employer becomes too much to bear for his pay."
"I'm here to fight, to kill, to do my duty to this army." Thokk's voice rumbled through the tent. "There is war in this land, no mistake. I like it here as much as anywhere else."
"We can't go West yet," Ishi finally spoke, "we're not ready. We've no magi, no control over the Arts. The further West one goes, the more magic and mysticism become a part of the world and its wars, until you reach Darath'ain, home of the Witch Elves and their most vile of sorceries. I will not fight there without more arcane power."
Chen looked around the tent as the men waited, and the Daimyo thought. "Kensei?" The Daimyo looked up to the young boy.
"Yes, Chen?"
"If I may...I mean, if it is not to impudent to offer my suggestions-"
"You may always speak freely here, Chen."
He glanced nervously to the others in the room, then looked back to the Daimyo. "I think we should stay here; the people here suffer terribly under their rulers. We could do much to help them, while still making a lot of money. We know nothing about the strange lands far from us, except that Gua would be more dangerous for us than here or Tadati, and that Hidishi isn't as wealthy. Why leap into the unknown if we can't even hope it will be better?"
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An hour later, as Fernan was feasting happily in the sacked castle's great hall, the women that were once the late Deo's family bound to his makeshift throne in what tattered remnants he'd allowed them to keep, the Daimyo entered and bowed, a solitary picture of civility and composure amongst the drunken, bawdy behavior of the victorious pillagers. "I will accept your offer, provided I continue to receive good pay for my men and a share of earned spoils, that I answer to no one other than you, and that I may have defectors when peasants and defeated enemies surrender to us."
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Post by rlandis on May 9, 2011 3:59:32 GMT -5
Of Greed and Kings
- With a sudden ear splitting shatter, the servant dropped the glass on the stone floor of the King's palace. The guards came rushing and the frenzy soon took hold. The Prince played his part, and he was happy Xen did too. - "No matter how long it takes, I WILL find who did this!” The prince declared loudly. With one hand gripping his sword, the other hand firmly around the princess's, he made quick to get her to "safety". It was in the king's own bed chambers that the prince and a few guards held their stay. . . The Prince played his part well, keeping the princess occupied with his own dramatic worry and acts. Now, the Prince thought, the Assassin had only one more mark to finish off, then the Prince could be king.
- Dashing down the cobble stone street, bullets being fired from figures not far behind, Xen was quick in retreat. Rounding a corner he thought himself safe, only to be caught with the sight of two aimed pistols. The single guard let loose with both weapons, letting the Wheelock pistols sputter and spark before finally cooking off their charges. The bullets hit their mark. . . - Xen hit the ground, his right shoulder now having a peach sized hole running in it. His arm felt dead and useless. His legs hurt and he couldn't come to his feet. The blood loss from the bullet wound he received in the ball room was finally catching up to him. With his world turning Dark, Xen couldn't help but feel it was the end. With his eyes closed, Xen fell to the cobble stone street. . . His own blood keeping him company.
- The rogue crept silently. . . Kas was about to make an appearance, play a song or two, then stick to business. . . But Kas heard the noise of gunfire, the crash of a window, and the screams of women. His pre-entry investigation was going smoothly, but the guard at once quickly left the man and ran up stairs. Kas could not help but follow.
- The ball room was a mess. Blood and glass stained the king's chair and table, the noble guests were all in a frenzy and a small fire had kicked up on the table cloth. The guards, who either in confusion or anger, turned on a few of the guests and a brawl had begone. From the corner of his eye, Kas saw the Noble Prince of Pontik dash up the steps with the princess and a host of guards. It was time for Kas to play his part.
- His weapon was just a dagger, as he could not slip a sword past the guards, but Kas knew the weapon well. Slowly going up the steps, he saw the guards posted at the door. With an open arm raised, Kas tried to present himself as a friend. . . But the guards would have none of that. - Rushing him, the guards raised their swords and charged. The first guard made use of his armor and tackled the rogue, keeping him pinned under the massive amount of weight. Kas could do nothing but flail. . . With the air in his lungs nearly crushed out, Kas finally hit home with his dagger, slipping it into the arm pit of the guard on top of him. The guard in mention, quickly rolled off and cried out in agony. The wound was mortal, a slow death would be Kas's only gift for the guard. - Kas, with the haste of a snake, grabbed the defeated guard's sword and tackled the other guard. The fighting was dirty, far from clean. The tumbling gave birth to a large host of gashes and slashes to the both of them. At times, in the struggle, their own blades bit into their master's flesh. After gaining an upper hand, Kas made it to his feat and brought his body's full weight behind his knee, into the guard's neck and chest. With his dagger still in hand, Kas began to wildly stab at the man's face. All of Kas's skill was quickly lost in the heat of the moment, as the reckless and maddness of survival took over. - Standing up, his body covered in wounds and blood, he stumbled to the door, breathing hard. Testing the door, Kas learned the prince had locked it from the other side. With a frustrated kick, Kas laid into the door to release his built up adrenaline. - Being spent, Kas leaned against the door, only to slide to his feet. Sitting on the floor, propped against the door, Kas eyed the bodies of the two guards. . . Then the idea hit him.
- The Guard, in the mad scene of it all, left the palace unopposed. He saw the gore that had become of the nobles and guards down in the ball room. Those suspected of aiding the assassin in his retreat out the window saw a quick death from the hands of the guards. Fingers were still being pointed and the nobles still bickered. The king's body wasn't even cold, and the remaining nobles were already fighting over the crown.
- The guard, after getting past the city, took off his costume and made it up the hill side. Kas's goal was to get out of the city before the madness of the Palace spread to the streets. . . But Kas couldn't help but be shocked. . . The King of Pontik moved quickly for the Scouts of Foltuk were screaming their heads off as they road full gallop to the city. Not far behind were the lucky citizens with Horses. . . The countryside was on the move to the city, fleeing the advance of the army of Pontik.
Of Strong Seas, and Stronger women//Of Greed and Kings
- Xen woke up slowly, groggy from pain and medicine. All he could see was red hair. . . After a moment his eyes adjusted and he saw the Half Elf standing not far away. She stood next to, what one could assume, was a make shift stove. The room, Xen soon learned, looked old and abandoned. Thinking to himself, Xen was safe in his assumption this was an abandoned house. The Stove, mentioned above, was a breast plate of a city guard propped up on four guard's helms. Beneath the breastplate was a small fire held inside another breastplate. The stove was busy cooking a sort of local meat product. . . Xen knew it to be the meat choice of peasants, cheap ground left overs after a butcher was done with the cutting.
- The woman was the one who first spoke, her back still to Xen. "Rest. . . Eat. . . Your safe here. . We are outside the city. The raiding parties of Pontik won't come here, this looks like it has been forsaken long before I was even born." - She turned around, presenting herself as a Half Elf, as well as she presented a plate of cooked food. Xen, not being a fool, took the offer and ate. Their conversation was limited, do to Xen's pain and the over powering strength of the medicine. Xen learned nothing of the woman, only her kindness. . . He could not keep the will up to fight sleep any longer. . . Drifting back into darkness, Xen rested. - Xen awoke, not long after, to find her gone. A bundle of supplies and medicine was within arm's reach of the hurt man, as well as his clothes and a note. After gaining the strength and will to roll over, Xen looked at the note. It simple had on it, in very fine hand writing. "You owe me one."
Chapters of the Rising Moon and Setting sun.
- "Good morning! Would you enjoy a whore? No? Very well, have a seat my friend! HAH! Enjoy, the drink and food is just as good as the women here!" Fernan roared to the Daimyo. The breakfast celebration was being held once more in the great hall. Already, those commanders under Fernan had maps and army representations, sprawled all over the table. - With one hand holding onto a leg of a chicken, the other hand firmly gripped onto a knife with a hunk of cheese impaled onto it, Fernan grinned his yellow smile and let his revolting features run rampant. The Noble was from being noble, but his wealth and army said otherwise. The Daimyo learned this over the next couple of days. . . He was a brute, a savage, a rapist, a cheater, stealer, a heartless cold bastard. . . But the Noble Fernan was smart. Already half of the land was his. . . With a year or two, he could push the other nobles out and claim ownership of all of Segial. - After the two days of Rest, Fernan put his army to the test. . . The forced march to Northern Castles of Segial began. The Daimyo was to lead supply line and hold the rear of the column.
- As expected, such armies bring attention. . . Such Armies demand attention. . . On the 5'th day after the battle over Deo's castle, the diplomats of the Nobles Don'bidit and Alphon met with Fernan. . . The battlefield was decided. . . The rules agreed upon. . . When the diplomats left, Fernan was quick to pull his commanders to his tent, The Daimyo included. - "If they expect me to play a fair game of chess, they are a damn fool. I will not meet them in battle head on. . . HAH, fools. Let them brand me a coward. . . But it will be ME who writes the history book!" Fernan grinned his yellow smile. . . Leaning in he spoke clearly. "Lets make History. . . I want battle plans on my desk in two hours. . . The Commander with the best plan gets to lead the battle as well as divide the spoils with his own lot to hold the majority. Make it happen, gentlemen."
- Each commander went to their respected unit or company. . . The Daimyo, before even leaving the tent, was already thinking of plans.
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Post by reigneer on May 9, 2011 15:48:14 GMT -5
Of Greed and Kings
Stripping off the heavy armor outside of the city was a heavy burden with the wounds suffered atthe hands of the guards of Pontik. "To think I had a performance today," Kas thought offhandedly, "In hindsight, I should have used the armor to get into the room rather than kicking on the door..." He collapsed to the ground beside the armor feeling the grass against his hands and looking upon the city. He took out his pen and paper and began to write the proceedings of the day and the aftermath. He could hear horses in the distance, could even smell them, as the mass exodus of the city continued. "Where they will go..." Kas wondered aloud, to which he recieved an answer.
A little girl came out of seemingly no where, if she had come from somewhere, Kas could not identify it. She looked old, but young, her body small and lithe, eyes that belied mischief and intelligence. She seemed to float when she moved, and almost seemed to have delicate wings. He realized he was still writting all of his observations while looking at her and upon checking what he wrote wondered just how bad his wounds truly were. She approached him and whispered an odd word in his ear. He wrote it the best he could but it was different than anything he was familiar with. She went on to say more, but suddenly looked quite startled, Kas turned around to see guards coming, when he turned to flee with her, she was already gone.
"Who are you!?" the guard demanded. Kas laid back in the grass once more, in the grass responding, "but another lost soul and another saddened refugee of a once great city with a once great leader." "Fultuk was never a great city and their king an even lowlier sort." Sneered the Guardsmen.
Kas sat up ruffling through his bag, before they could tell him to stop he pulled out a mask, The left side of the mask was black, with an eclipse over the left eye, the white streaks it causes lashing out setting the siloutte of a city ablaze on the right. "I was refering to Pontik." Kas, doning the outfit of the warrior bard Sundered Heart, spat out as he grabbed his rapier. The blade found home in the gullet of the gaurdsmen.
The other 2 were stunned. The second took a swipe at Sundered Heart which was met with a clang as he manuevered the guards body between them. The third made a thrust at his back. Sundered Heart side stepped allowing the blade to skewer his shield, surely killing him. He grabbed his shield's longsword and smacked the third gaurd's hands with the flat of the blade forcing him to release his sword. Leaving the rapier with a twirl and a flick of the wrist Sundered Heart opened the throat of the second gaurd with a dagger. The third gaurd began to turn in flight when his armor was met witha fierce kick sending him spiraling to the gound. "What are your names?" Sundered Heart asked calmly "Please spare me!" The gaurd cried out "I will make you immortal if you tell me your names." Sundered Heart spoke honestly and convincingly. The gaurd calmed slowly, "Our lead was Andrew Arbolette, (a well known son of an aristocrate) the other was Jack Smithe (an over wieght fellow with a penchant for over indulgence whom Kraven once knew), and.." He studdered, "I'm Samuel Corellion." Sundered Heart nodded in acknowledgement. "Andrew Arbolette, the Arrogance of royalty and the folly of over confidence.." He continued, "Jack Smithe, the folly of being slothfull in life.. as in death.." a gurgling from mister Smithe couldstill be heard from behind." Samuel began to look very uneasy as Sundered Heart's gaze fell on him. "And Samuel.. once an old dear friend whose musical ability and voice trumped my own.." "Kiverus!" the guard gasped. Sundered Heart continued, "Whose cowardice led him his entire life, through the military, to his death, and to his immortality."
-Samuel began to run, he ran as fast as his legs could pump until he felt a dull but very audible THUD. He took almost three steps before falling, the bolt sticking from his neck.
Sundered Heart would set out back to the town that Poltic took over. He would learn of this assassin, or at least the end game. Though Poltic's ruler was not what he once was, Pontik was still his country, he'd know how it's being run.
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Post by xenocide on May 9, 2011 23:10:07 GMT -5
Of Greed and Kings
Xen cursed. Again! At least the last time he had paid in full. At least his job was done- for now. Where there where kings, there would always be the need for assassins. gathering his things and the sachel of supplies (which where convinently labeled that a child couldnt mistake them) and set out. The house might be abandoned, but if the comotion was anything like he expected, xen couldnt risk staying here. especially with his wounds. walking would not be fun, but it was doable.
"i guess a return to Pontik is inevitable. Might as well do it now." Xen thinks. walking out the door and getting his bearing from the stars, he walks off into the night.
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rlandis
Journeyman
FOR THE EMPIRE!
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Post by rlandis on May 12, 2011 1:21:39 GMT -5
((Delay. This week will be a delay for me. I may not get to post till Friday. We had a Suicide on base, in our Squadron, I've been busy with class and Ceremonies. Tomorrow(Today) I have to be at a Graduation to pin badges on. So, I've been putting in time here on base. I WILL get back to everyone this weekend with my Normal Lengthy posts! I will double it, do to my absence!))
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Post by xenocide on May 12, 2011 10:57:14 GMT -5
*cries a little* i was all excited when i saw you posted. oh well. guess we wait for ya.
on a side note, life comes first mate. no need to explain. hope everything goes well for ya.
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Post by arathos on May 12, 2011 22:56:05 GMT -5
((Likwise, in a similar boat; LOOONG work weeks, with an insanely long one coming up, have delayed me as well, so I understand totally. Like you, should have a nice, big post coming soon to make up for it. Tomorrow is what I'm shooting for, since I had some unexpected setbacks involving my car today)).
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