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| Onime No Ryu | September 1, 2012, 6:40 pm Post #1 |
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A knight is sworn to valour. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked. --The Old Code of the First Knights I here swear fealty and do homage to my lord; to ever be a good knight and true, reverent and generous, shield of the weak, obedient to my liege-lord, foremost in battle, courteous at all times, champion of the right and the good. Thus swear I... --The Oath of all Knights of Logres In the southern lands of civilized men, far from the barbaric wilderness of the North, lies the great kingdom of Logres. For many an age has Logres prospered and flourished, and its kings ruled with a strong and just hand. So it was until the time of King Tristain. Though Tristain was a fair ruler and did the kingdom no great injustice compared to his predecessors, it was during his reign that the North became much agitated. The Barbarian tribes came together as one under Sverir Fydar and stormed down the Throttle, that narrow strip of land connecting our world to theirs. Logres's armies had slowly begun to dwindle and the days had grown long since their cities and towns repaired and maintained their walls and towers; the last two-score years had been so peaceful that, for a time, the Knights of Logres feared their order might cease to exist. In its weakened state the kingdom was slow to halt the charge of the Northmen. The wild hordes swept across the Broadback Mountains, and though the wedge that was the Aegis divided their forces it did not stop them. The men of Bristel were caught unprepared, and only when the guard of Eastbridge marched to their defense did the Northerners cease a relentless assault. But while an uneasy stalemate persisted on one side of the mountains, King Tristain and his sons, brilliant younger Rhys and strong elder Conall, drove the barbarians back across the mountains. From the Hilt that had not seen battle in half a century and the depths of Nightwood came their armies, and even the strange, swift longboats from Yamajima hassled any northmen who thought to slink along the sloping shores below the Broadback. Landing at Eastbridge, the islanders added their forces to the other half of the army, while the King and his sons reinforced the Aegis. The Logermen drove their foes back in a matter of months, and once again peace reigned; however, unlike the lazy days of before, these were days filled with activity such as the hive of bees at the onset of spring. The King gave his sons leave to separate tasks--Rhys was to oversee the gathering of resources and make plans for reconstruction, while Conall was tasked with strengthening the armies and repairing what damage had been done to the great fortress Aegis, for it was a cornerstone of their victory and all felt that they would have sore need of it in the future. Tristain himself took a host to Waveguard to lay plans for naval warfare and consider the possibilities of raiding the north to further cement their victory. Because the war had turned so many boys to men and men to soldiers, and soldiers had performed deeds that earned them lands and titles, the Knights of Logres found their ranks swelling like never before, and set about hosting great tournaments and games and breaking in their new castles. But soon Logres faced a new crisis. Whether his age began to catch up with him, or as a result of the stress of the war, or because of the exposure to the harsh northern elements...perhaps for all of these reasons, the King fell ill. He was quickly rushed back to Kingsport to receive proper treatment, but the trip proved too much for him. Frail and fragile, he died in the arms of his youngest son Rhys, and both brothers wept from the bottom to the top of the mountains. As the kingdom was still in the midst of reconstruction, it was agreed that Rhys would take over the management of the kingdom while Conall continued strengthening the defensive lines and making plans for the northern invasion. At this time, both were sure that Conall, as the eldest, would naturally inherit the crown. But as weeks turned to months, Rhys became more and more convinced that his brother was not the ruler that the people of Logres needed. Whether lust for power or simple logic dominated his thoughts, none can say. But Rhys soon declared his intentions to his brother, and after a flurry of angry letters between them, Logres found itself divided down the middle. Conall, entrenched in the impenetrable Aegis, demanded the crown by the right of eldest son and head of the family line, as well as by right of strength, for their father had left him in charge of the military. He had been raised and groomed for this moment for years before his brother had even been born, and to have his birthright snatched away was nothing short of treason. Rhys denied this on the grounds that Logres needed proper guidance, and its people needed a king that Conall could not become. He placed the crown upon his own head and claimed that for the common good and for the betterment of all he would take upon himself all responsibility. The Knights of Logres were divided between these two according to those whose lands and banners belonged to the different territories each brother claimed, with the exception of those who chose one side or the other for their own personal reasons. Now, what will surely become a bloody civil war begins... RULES GENERAL STUFF WORLD INFO AND MAP KNIGHT STUFF YOU CAN POST NOW Edited by Onime No Ryu, September 1, 2012, 9:28 pm.
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| Onime No Ryu | September 19, 2012, 7:56 pm Post #101 |
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WESTBRIDGE BIGHORN INN "I am proposing to offer you a far bigger fortune than anything Mister Jeremus could claim." Vincent said, smiling again. "You no doubt know that this country is being pulled in half by the two princes." He threw back another gulp of his drink and sat the glass down again. Allison noticed he hadn't bothered to lower his voice at all yet--and as she looked around to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation, she began to see a number of familiar faces. All of them, even the bartender, had been there that day on the plains. What kind of organization was Vincent running here? "But can you tell me, Miss Norfrost," Vincent glanced at her, his eyes narrowing, "who stands in the third faction, waiting for the opportunity to tear them both apart?" OCEAN GULF [/i] After their spar, Owen had little to say to Dion and his father other than what was absolutely necessary--and even this was often terse and strained. Another two days passed, and then the group began to catch glimpses of land on the horizon. Yamajima's shores were long, and the sand sparkled like gold in the sun. But only a short distance beyond the gold gave way to green, and a lush jungle hid the island's interior from their view, save for a great chain of mountains that rose high into the sky. They were not so wide as the Broadback, nor so jagged as the Swordpoints for those who had been to Caledonia to see them, but they were broad and high just the same. Smooth black soil and rock covered their surface for the most part, but here and there gray or brown crags reared their heads or trees clung to the slopes. Near their tops, the snow caused the peaks to blend into the clouds, making it hard to tell where the earth ended and the sky began. And in other places, strange, coiling ropes of steam and smoke rose into the sky. The largest of the islands, upon which the capital of Ishi-Ou sat, still sat a day's journey away. But this would be the last night they would spend upon the mainship. With the dawn, each knight would row off to his own battleship. Provided the Yamans did not provoke a fight, it would be an unnecessary measure...but one could never be too sure. Once again they all met in the captain's cabin, but this time Sir Owen's speech was fierce and commanding. "After docking, we will pursue an audience with the Emperor that very moment. No doubt he will think us impatient and deign to make us wait in an attempt to get our blood boiling. Guard your mannerisms well enough that, when we do meet him--likely the day after tomorrow--he thinks that his plan has succeeding, but do not act so rashly that you evoke his wrath upon us. It will lower his guard and perhaps confuse him. None of us are true diplomats, much as we might pretend, so engaging in a battle of wits is to be avoided. Do not bandy words or imply threats and insults. I am hoping that, by explaining some of Rhys's plans for the kingdom, we can convince him that joining us will be the most profitable choice for the islands and their people. If talk of economy and society does not convince him, we'll try Sir Carth's suggestion and force his hand on the matter of his son. Don't let him change the subject or go off on tangents--use direct and clear questions, and hopefully we can get the same from his answers. Whatever his decision is in the matters concerning Sir Ishen, I believe we can take that as a confirmation for what side he is for." The man looked around the room just once. "Are there any questions?" THE BROADBACK BATTLE IN THE PASS "Well now, I'd say this went well, eh lads?" Harding said, slapping his soldiers on the back as he walked through the battlefield. Only two men had been lost on their side, though a few others would need treatment as soon as they could get back to the fortress. When Red approached him, he examined the young man's prisoner and nodded approvingly. "Well now, young man, it seems you're not all bluster after all. Keep a close eye on that prisoner of yours. I doubt he's worth any sort of ransom, but he may have useful information." Turning to the rest of the platoon, the old knight shouted through cupped hands. "To the horses! Wrap our dead in blankets and tie them to the saddle! The barbarians can rot!" Once they were mounted up, Harding marched them to a nearby valley, where a small spring trickled down through the rocks and a few trees provided shelter. The sun was already starting to set, and to continue to the Aegis through the dark on these treacherous mountain paths would be foolhardy. Instead the soldiers made camp, with plans to continue on in the morning. A watch was set, just in case, and a few cookfires were lit. Soon the soldiers sat around talking and laughing and comparing battle scars. Drogo's bindings were loosened enough that he could use his hands to hold a spoon and the bowl of stew he was given, but not enough that he could swing his arms or wield a weapon. Running from the bindings, another length of rope was tied to a great sturdy tree. The knots were complex, and pulled too tautly for the large man to get his fingers between the loops. As the night went on, Trent approached Red and sat down next to him, immediately launching into a conversation. "Hey, you're the guy who doesn't use any weapons, right?" he began, pointing at Red's fists. "How do you punch that hard, and so fast? Does it have something to do with those weird turny movements you do?" The boy swiveled back and forth at the hips to demonstrate what he meant, then stopped when his spine protested the unfamiliar movement with a pop. Meanwhile, Harding approached Austin and William, and congratulated both of them on their performance. "Good work with the staircase, boys." he said, clapping them on the shoulders. "Keep this up, and I may have to make you officers. Truth be told, you two probably have more experience than over half this lot." The man hummed and stroked his beard. "But we blooded them today, and it was a good fight. Their morale will be through the roof now." Edited by Onime No Ryu, September 19, 2012, 7:56 pm.
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| The Best | September 20, 2012, 12:58 am Post #102 |
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Red BROADBACK MOUNTAINS -> THE AEGIS Red did as he was told without a word, climbing onto his horse as the other soldiers around him did the same. Making sure to keep an eye on the barbarian leader, Red rode along in silence, half-listening to the mindless conversation that went on around him as his mind relived the day's battle. Though externally, Red appeared calm and composed, inside his blood boiled and his mind raced. How did it take so long for me to defeat a simple savage? This man was raised in the mountains with sticks and rocks for toys. I have trained my entire life to be the strongest I can be. I should have felled him with a single stroke! If I had just swung a little faster there... Or stepped in quicker that time... This continued for hours, and Red moved with the group in a daze, doing what he had to do but not being particularly enthusiastic about anything. All he could think about was the battle, and how flawed his form had been. "Hey, you're the guy who doesn't use any weapons, right?" Red looked down, blinking deliberately at a young man who had sat beside him, apparently. The boy couldn't be much older than 14, but he was well-muscled, and gave off a certain sense of strength that Red found intriguing. Without waiting for an answer, the boy proceeded to inquire about Red's fighting style, even going so far as to mention the way he rotated for each strike. For a moment, the islander just sat and studied the body, curious about his motives. After a few moments though, he sighed before starting to speak. "I've spent my whole life perfecting those punches." He began, voice low and steady. "My 'weird turny movements' are the product of my master's teachings. He taught me to use every muscle in my body when I punched, or as near to that as you can get. That's what you saw today, nothing more." For the islander, that was a pretty solid explanation. He would likely answer any more questions if Trent felt like asking them, but he would be just as happy sitting and staring at the ground, lost in thought. |
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| Onime No Ryu | September 20, 2012, 6:46 am Post #103 |
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"Every muscle in the body, huh?" Trent looked down at the ground too, and tried to think back to the battle. He hadn't seen everything, as he'd been concerned with his own fights. But he closed his eyes and tried to put all the snippets together. The first time he had glimpsed Red's fight was during the climb over the wall. Red had been the first and Trent was only just scrambling onto the ledge; the islander's fight was blurry in the corner of his vision, but it was there. Spinning to the archer's left, Red threw out his right arm, knocking the weapon aside. Momentum brought his left around in a vicious hook, spiked knuckles driving into the barbarian's ribs. Everything after that was Trent's own battle...up until he had been saved from three northmen by the spearman's formation. Then he'd had a moment to breathe and had looked around the field. There had to be something there, had he seen Red at all? Yes, there it was, clearer than before as this time he'd gotten a real look at it. Red stepped forward, rotating at the hips and shoulders to lash out with a long right jab. The boy opened his eyes, which seemed to flash for an instant. Looking at Red, he stood up and took a few steps away, before setting his feet about shoulder with apart, knees slightly bent. He raised his arms up and tried to relax his muscles. "Is it...is it kinda like this?" he asked. He looked at Red to make sure he was watching before he pushed with his back foot, torqued his hips and torso, and tried to punch as hard as he could from his shoulder all the way out. He felt a quiver run through his body as his fist reached full extension, drawing every muscle taut behind it. Again he looked at Red, eyes wide not unlike a puppy. He tried to hold the pose for a little longer, but he was overextended from the punch and his balance was shoddy. |
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| Matttheman89 | September 20, 2012, 9:52 am Post #104 |
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Ocean The next two days were rather stressful, if uneventful. There were no more sparring matches, and thankfully no outright attacks, but conversations between Owen and the Silvis Family were incredibly strained, and with Tyrion stuck in the middle trying to keep tensions from running too high. He didn't know how good of a job he was doing, but since no one had been thrown overboard, he supposed it was good enough. Now if he could just keep them from going for each other's throats during the meeting with the Emperor, they might have a chance of succesfully completing the mission. So it was, at the end of the trip, that Tyrion once again found himself in Owen's office, listening as he relayed instructions for how to proceed. When he asked if anyone had any questions, he folded his arms and shrugged his shoulders. "Sounds simple enough to me. Let's get this done. Maybe if we're lucky everything will go according to plan, and we can wrap things up without any problems." |
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| The Best | September 20, 2012, 12:57 pm Post #105 |
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Red En Route to The Aegis ~ Camp Though he half-listened well enough that he could reply should Trent ask him anything, for the most part, Red was ignoring the boy, too wrapped up in his own self-deprecation to care about this cheerful young fool. How could he have gotten past me there?! I am the embodiment of speed! No one is faster than I am! Certainly not some filthy, ignorant savage raised on a godforsaken mou- "-Kinda like this?" Red looked up just in time to see Trent swing. The islander's eyes caught every movement: his hips twisting as he drew his arm back, the energy he generated by pushing off with his feet, muscles straining beneath the fabric of the farmboy's shirt as he threw out that punch... All of it. Only a second had passed, but in that second, Red had learned much. He could tell that the boy's biggest asset was his raw strength. From his muscular back and arms, Red guessed that Trent was probably raised on a farm. He had worked hard his whole life, and now, he had the physique to show for it. Apart from that strength though, the farmboy was a mess. His posture and stance indicated that he hadn't seen much combat, and Red wouldn't have been surprised if that little skirmish they had been in that morning was Trent's first. The boy had potential, and he obviously had the desire to learn, but he would need training, and a lot of it. Troubles suddenly forgotten, Red rose to his feet, looking Trent up and down with a scrutinous eye. His arms were crossed, and his head was cocked slightly to one side. "Not bad. You have power, that much is obvious. You simply lack finesse." Red uncrossed his arms, raising them in front of himself as he walked over to stand next to Trent, so they both faced the same direction. "Try again. This time, pull back your opposite elbow, hard." He demonstrated as he spoke, to show Trent what he meant. "You'll turn faster, and hit harder. Space your feet out a little more-- Yes, like that. Push off harder with your legs this time." Red paused for a moment, examining the youth as he experimented with his form and stance. "Your energy, think of it like a stream. It starts at the ground, and flows through your legs, your hips, up your back, into your shoulders and down your arm, right to your fist. You must let it flow through you, giving it all the energy you possess as it passes by. This is what my master taught me." Red crossed his arms again, stepping back so that he could get a good look at Trent. "Try again. Give it everything you have." |
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| Onime No Ryu | September 20, 2012, 1:37 pm Post #106 |
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Trent nodded and did as Red instructed. He instantly felt the difference in his power and speed. If he wore gauntlets to protect his hands, could he fight like Red too? Another thought struck the boy as well; in training, he had once been told that he put too much hip into his swings. The officers told him those wide, baseball style swings would be too easy to see. But Red was able to throw these punches without making wide swings even though he turned his body a great deal. Red's voice broke his thoughts. The man wanted him to give it everything he had. Trent nodded and glared straight ahead. A stream...he looked towards the spring they had made camp near. The water came out of the side of the mountain in mere trickles, but when they all joined together they turned into a stream splashing down the slopes. He slammed his back foot down, and dirt scattered with the force of his shifting weight. The power spiraled up into his hips. When the flow hit his waist whirled too and it all went around and up through his chest and back. Then he truly opened the floodgates, and from shoulder to fist he threw it all before him, imagining that he wanted to drive the blow all the way through an opponent. The air thrummed again, beads of sweat flying from his knuckles. "Wow!" he looked at Red like a child with a present. "That's a really cool move, sir! Do you think it would work with sword swings too?" |
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| The Best | September 20, 2012, 2:06 pm Post #107 |
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Red En Route to The Aegis ~ Camp Red's eyebrows raised for a split second as the boy's fist sliced through the air. He had been expecting an improvement, but that had been substantially better than the punch Trent had thrown only a few seconds before. He's a fast learner. Before Red could voice his approval, the farm boy was asking him another question. "I have no idea." The islander said flatly. "I've never had a use for weapons. I think it is foolish to rely on something that can be so easily taken away." Red crossed his arms, eyes casting around at the soldiers gathered around their cookfires, drinking and eating and laughing so carelessly. "These northern knights I have seen, they are brave and proud with their swords and their armor, but strip them of that? What do you have then? Just a man. That will never be me. My body is my weapon. No one can disarm Red Waveborn." Red looked down at Trent, feeling slightly guilty for being so harsh with the boy. He was innocent enough with his curiosity. "I suppose it would be possible to adapt the basic principle of a punch into a sort of sword thrust, but it would be something entirely different. Creating a technique like that would take some time." |
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| Onime No Ryu | September 20, 2012, 2:20 pm Post #108 |
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Trent followed Red's gaze, and his own expression sobered as the islander voiced his distaste. "Well...I don't really think so." the farmboy said, looking back towards Red. "It's true, if you took their armor and weapons, they might not be able to fight as well. They might get scared because they're unprotected." The boy placed a hand over his heart, and clenched his fist--the same fist Red had helped him improve. "But a real knight, even if he's scared, even if he's unarmed, even if he's just a normal man..." He looked up and his eyes shone like green stars. "I think, that even despite all that, a knight is still strong! No matter whether it's sword, armor, or flesh and bone...everything else may break or crumble to dust, but the spirit of a true knight won't ever waver!" Some of the others were looking at them now, as Trent's voice rose in volume unconsciously. The boy looked sheepish and scratched the back of his head. "Heh, maybe I read too many stories..." Soon he was all smiles again, and reached out to grasp Red's hand with one of his own. "It's nice to meet you, sir, and thanks for teaching me! My name's Trent, what's yours?" It might have just been his imagination, but for a moment Red could see a faintly shimmering chain. When Trent's hand clasped his the links wrapped around them both, giving a gentle squeeze as firm as Trent's handshake. Then they disappeared with a soft jingle. Trent hadn't noticed anything at all, it seemed. |
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| Perascamin | September 20, 2012, 2:52 pm Post #109 |
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Mountain Trail En route to the Aegis The barbarian's skull had caved in from Austin's vicious stomp, caking his lower body with blood as everything inside his cranium was smashed into nothing. His anger faded as he stepped back from his kill, turning into a soft sorrow. There was no need to be enraged anymore, the battle was over. Resounding cries of victory were enough to confirm that. Something about spilling the blood of enemies enthralled the soldier, and this sickened him to his core. He knew, that he shouldn't take pleasure in vengeance, but he couldn't help himself. No, it's just a personal grudge..these mongrels killed my friends. Revenge is justified--there's no reason to fill any pity towards them. They came to fight, and so they died, it's as simple as that.. Then he realized something, he was standing here feeling sorry for these savages; Why? Why should I feel remorse for taking the life of these bastards?! The soldier thought, yanking the lance he threw out of a barbarian's chest. Then the victim stirred, there was some life left in him yet. Growling, he swung the lance blade down at the man's stomach, rending deep into his flesh. Breathing heavily, Austin removed the spear and pointed it towards the enemy's head. "...Feel the pain that you've given to the others and realize it's nothing compared to what you did to their families. Suffer, monster." He said, before turning to the horses and leaving the man to die. Once at camp, Austin ate quietly and kept to himself. |
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| The Best | September 20, 2012, 2:56 pm Post #110 |
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Red Camp Red said nothing as the boy spoke, but a small, patronizing smile came to his face. Youth made Trent ignorant of the cold harsh realities of battle, but Red liked the boy. He would not be the one to shatter a young man's dreams. For Red, the realization had been a hard one. Once, he too had thought that knights were men of honor and valor, and they stood for what was right. Just like Trent, he had looked up to those men, seen them as heroes like everyone else. So the first time Red had been forced to face a knight in battle during his time working as a mercenary around Kingsport, he had been scared. After taking a number of injuries that he could have easily avoided had he not been terrified, Red managed to disarm the knight, and the tides turned. The battle shifted in his favor instantly. That was the first time that Red had seen a knight beg for his life, but it wasn't the last. Promises, all of them empty, had poured from the knight's mouth like water, all in the hopes that they would save his life. None of it concerned him though; Red only wanted to know one thing. You are a knight? The man had been confused, but answered yes. How? Who gave you this title? King Rhys. A foreign, unfamiliar name to Red. Deciding that this 'knight' was not worthy of his station, Red had killed the man as he sobbed pitifully, screaming for his mother like a child. It was on that day that Red lost respect for 'knights' and more importantly, this Rhys person, who gifted honor to cowards. Of course, he couldn't say a word of this to Trent. Instead, the islander extended his own hand, face expressionless. "It was nothing." He responded, eyes narrowing as he spotted a flash of light out of his peripherals. Looking down, the fist fighter could have sworn he saw a chain wrapping around his hand as he clasped Trent's. Blinking deliberately, Red looked again, but saw nothing. He looked back to Trent, a curious look in his eye. A small smirk played across the pugilist's face, and he shook Trent's hand firmly before letting it fall. "I am Red. Red Waveborn." |
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| Pontiac1532 | September 20, 2012, 4:47 pm Post #111 |
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Allison Noir Masquerading as a Norfrost Allison remained silent for a moment as she studied the room. She recognized each of the men from the confrontation on the plains a few weeks earlier. She wasn't daunted by the fact that, should she choose to fight, she would be outnumbered almost 30 or 40 to 1. Rather, she was daunted at the reason they were all here, which came to her in a moment. Insurgents. Rebels. Terrorists. She made no physical sign that she was perturbed by their intentions, and turned back to Vincent. She kept her calm. She knew she was now in no position to use force or intimidation to get what she wanted. Vincent had put her at a severe disadvantage. She looked at him, a glimmer in her eye. Well played. "Well, I'm not so much interested in gold. It may seem a paradox since I'm a mercenary, but that's just the way I am. I like being comfortable, but I'm a warrior and I prefer not to grow complacent." She nodded at the man. "However, I believe you asked me a question. I'm assuming the answer is.... you." She inclined her head at him. |
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| NTNP | September 20, 2012, 8:10 pm Post #112 |
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Silvis Family Open Ocean After what felt like hours worth of silence, Carth rubbed the back of his neck after hearing Tyrion's rather optimistic outlook on the situation. Truthfully this entire boatrip had been outright a horrible experience, seasickness and everything else aside. "Oh I suspect that nothing will ever go as planned. But hopefully we can manage to keep things from deteriorating politically... or at the very least we can manage not to strain relations as much as the last two days seem to have done." "Hmph-" Dion smirked before offering up another sarcastic little remark pointed Owen's way. "Well this truly has been yet another wonderful, exceptionally important and useful meeting of the loyal knights of King Rhys. Perhaps we should just all sit on our hands, before we begin speaking with our fists yet again?" Carth growled ever so slightly, looking back and forth on the table. As it stood, the knighthood loyal to Rhys was downright dysfunctional and honestly if this trip didn't manage to rip them apart entirely, it would be amazing. But all the same, he couldn't just ignore the situation that had evolved. "Yes I'd hate to see another... accident occur. Old men such as ourselves don't heal from our injuries as quick as the young do. I am sure that Dion is rather, disappointed in his actions. Honestly I am rather disappointed in everyone involved. Perhaps keeping that in mind might keep us from having any further problems." |
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| Perascamin | September 20, 2012, 8:58 pm Post #113 |
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Mountain Trails En route to the Aegis As a part of the watch, the two brothers sat a small distance away from the bulk of camp. In silence, they listened in on the conversations being had by all of the others while they took drinks from a clay cup or bit into their meal. William looked at his brother, his smiled almost concealed by shadows. Yawning quietly, he ripped a chunk of bread from the loaf they were given before handing it off to his younger brother. "I still feel it." The soldier said, gently taking the offered food. "Even if they yield, I want to see them cry for mercy. Beg, kick, scream, make a show out of it. They deserve nothing more than to suffer for what they've done!" He continued, ripping off a piece of bread and biting into it. William sighed to himself, taking a gulp of water from his cup. "Austin, I know how you feel. What their people did to Lexi and Conner was unforgivable, I know--they were my friends too. But, they wouldn't want either of us to blame ourselves for their deaths. They wouldn't want us to seek vengeance against an entire nation because we can't single out WHO murdered them." Will said, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Remember, what Lexi said that day?" He asked, closing his eyes as a breeze ruffled his hair. "Of course...there's no need to repeat it." The younger brother said, gripping his hand into a fist against the dirt. Time flew by then, just the two of them sitting side by side in the chilling embrace of night. |
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| Kazemitsu | September 21, 2012, 7:15 pm Post #114 |
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Camp Drogo had traveled by foot while the soldiers rode on horses to their current campsite. It amused him that the knight and his followers were bringing the dead soldiers with them. These southerners...the greatest honor ones death can gain is to be returned to the earth through animals and decay. Not buried in some little 'sanctified' plot of soil. He thought. Another funny thought occurred to him. These knights and warriors were so eager to dish out death, but if they took a lose of their own they went crazy for vengeance. These pale faced people were a fickle lot. When the men stopped he sat down cross legged and watched them set up their camp. Conversations broke out amongst the boys, yes even though they killed her considered them kids. These whelps didn't know real combat, that was just a small skirmish compared to the battles the veterans and himself had seen and participated in. His dark eyes wandered around the men until they landed on Harding. The man was formidable, using his shield and mace with skill. I wonder how good he'd be without all that armor, he'd certainly be a faster opponent...but could he handle the pain of actually being struck? He mused as he kept his eyes on the leader of the band. |
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| Onime No Ryu | September 21, 2012, 7:27 pm Post #115 |
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((Give me a while for this next post. The Yamajima portion will likely be a fair bit longer than usual.)) |
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| Onime No Ryu | September 22, 2012, 12:36 pm Post #116 |
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I'll be your Undertaker this evening
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WESTBRIDGE BIGHORN INN "Not quite, Miss Norfrost." Vincent said. "I am but one." He turned on his stool and pointed towards the windows, towards the now empty streets outside clad in pools of soft lantern light. "For a thousand years and more, the world has never changed." he began. "Territories grow and shrink, honorable families rise and die, soldiers march and disband. And over them all rules the king." His pointed finger curled to complete a tight fist. "The King of Logres. The King of Caledonia. The Emperor of Yamajima. The King of Winter, beyond the Throttle. The Kings fight, the lords scheme for their favor and struggle amongst themselves for scraps of their wealth and power. The knights fight for the lords and the kings." He turned to Allison with eyes hard and angry. "And what do the people do, Miss Norfrost? They struggle. They struggle to make a living, to survive, to do their best for themselves and their families. It doesn't matter to them who rules the realm or what he does or who he marches to war with. What matters to them is that there is food in their bellies and clothes on their backs and warm beds for their children!" His voice continued to rise, until he stood up from the stool and drew himself up straight and proud. "Now even the King's own sons are set to spill each other's blood, so consumed by lust for power and wealth are they! Can you imagine, wanting to kill your own brother!? The babe, the boy, the man you known all your life, eaten all your meals with, and who knew you better than any other? Now they are ready to sever all their bonds and the other's head from his shoulders...all for a crown and a castle and a fortune." He put Allison's swordbelt and scabbard on the bar, though he still kept a wary hand upon them. The storm in his face seemed to clear, and he took a breath before he continued in a more composed manner. "Some of the guildmasters and merchants have seen an opportunity to rise in the ranks of nobility--they plan to muster their forces and take the city, and hand it over to Prince Rhys when his men make their landing here. I have it on good authority that the time will soon come; the old knight that engineered it all is on his way here as we speak." He gestured at all of his compatriants. "I, and others, are part of this plan as well. But this is only the beginning. Rhys will enter this city thinking to proclaim himself a hero...and the rest of us shall proclaim him our prisoner." He smiled, eyes gleaming like a wolf stalking through the night. "The city will belong to the people. Prince Conall will no doubt send his own army to reclaim it. But Westbridge is only the beginning, Miss Norfrost. It is the spark that will ignite a wildfire to consume this entire, rotten world! It will be reborn from the ashes, and we, the people, not the kings or the lords, will rule!" He slid the belt and scabbard to her. "Will you join me, and add your strength to mine?" he asked. "Will you fight to end the injustice of the highborn, and to make sure that no child ever wants for milk because he is poor, and that no old man is ever struck down by a cruel knight too drunk to see his own feet? Will you fight to end the rapes of every village maiden who watches as the king's men claim her home town and her father's house in the name of their lord and their conquest? My lady, what is your answer?" |
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| Onime No Ryu | September 23, 2012, 11:24 am Post #117 |
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I'll be your Undertaker this evening
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OCEAN GULF [/i] Owen remained silent as Carth and Dion spoke. This battle was pointless to fight, as neither of the two men of Silvis would ever step down from their arrogant pedastals. Better to let the fools believe whatever they wanted than waste his breath upon them. "If no one has any immediate concerns, then let us bring this to a swift end." the knight said, standing up. "All of you, make way to your ships. Once we dock we will take a retinue with us, but the remainder of the soldiers should be split between protecting the ships and securing lodgings on the island. In this way, should the Emperor simply decide to torch our fleet, we have a buffer force in place to stop his men from reaching the docks. I'll leave it to you to sort out the necessaries with your own captains." And so it was that each knight, from his own helm, beheld the port of Ishi-Ou the next day. The docks were plain enough, simple logs and stones holding wooden planks together in a boardwalk that spanned almost a league along the shoreline. The streets, too, were nothing unusual, though the dusty byways of packed earth seemed more fitting for a peasant's hamlet than the capital city of a once great nation. The buildings, however, were entirely unlike those of Logres architecture. Their walls were constructed of a combination of tall reeds and thin, wood framed panels that looked almost like paper. Their rooves were of straw held down with small stones, comparable enough to the thatched cottages of Logres, but then there were other buildings, no doubt owned by wealthier individuals, who instead used clay shingles to make sharply angled slopes. And then there were the houses and businesses of the truly wealthy. They had their own walls encircling their grounds like great holdfasts, though they were in the middle of the sprawling city rather than surrounded by their own lands and fiefs. These walls were of whitewashed stone for the most part, though a few were made of wood, great logs of pine sharpened at their tops. They also bore the sloping tops of shingles, but were capped with decorative projections, especially around their gates. Connected to the walls by wings or long corridors sat the central keeps, great towering structures that seemed to be made of one sloped roof house atop the other in such a way that it seemed like they should all collapse upon each other. And beyond them all lay the palace of the Island Emperors, or as they had been now for many generations, the Island Governers, sworn to the King of Logres. Before it had been conquered, Yamajima was a self-styled empire that was hardly more than a fiefdom in terms of its total territory and area. There were a great many islands and a great many people, to be sure, but its highly mountainous terrain and the fickle nature of the sea that brought hurricanes and great waves made it difficult for the islanders to build any great lasting structures. Thus their cities were at first few and far between, but densely populated. Much like the people of the far north, they had begun as separated clans and tribes, tied together by bonds of family blood rather than by politics or friendship. Written histories by scholars of both cultures claimed that the island had been unified at least twice before, only to fall back into disarray due to strife between clans or other such political matters similar to what Logres itself now experienced. However, around five hundred years ago, a man by the name of Miyagusuku Seijiryuu (the Yamans listed their surnames before their first names) had gathered an army and unified the country once again. A literal translation of the Yaman characters that made his name also gave him his title in Logressian lore - the Dragon of Justice. Some tales recounted that he actually rode dragons into battle, when they had been monstrous creatures with wings that blackened the sky instead of the small, almost snakelike reptiles they were today. The people of Logres more often called them wyrms than dragons, for the great difference between them and the other species of the northern lands, but many scholars asserted that they were of the same cloth, only differently folded. In any case, for the next four hundred and fifty-three years Seijiryuu's bloodline ruled the islands, and had even made a few colonies on the shores of Caledonia and the desert lands below the Hilt. These were short lived, due to the vast difference in climate in the latter area and the vast bloodlust of the Caldeonians in the former. But then King Ceallach Arturian, great-great-grandfather of King Tristain, had been flushed with victory after defending the lands east of the Broadback from an invasion by the Caledonians, who had intended to reclaim lands taken from them in earlier wars. He decided that to further cement his dominance over the Caledonians, he would begin a campaign to take the islands and thus establish a base from where he could easily launch an invasion of his own to any side of Caldeonia's shores. This invasion never occurred, the reason being that the taking of Yamajima so devastated the armies of Logres that they simply had no strength left to continue on to Caledonia. The Yamans fought with a ferocity unseen even by the Knights of Logres, who in those days were a strong order that truly believed in their chilvaric ideals (or so the stories claimed). Their iron sense of honor would not even allow them to yield to their enemies, and any man captured would take his own life rather than be ransomed or give any information to the invaders of Logres. Their warriors did not have as much in the way of good armor and weapons compared to the invaders, for their mountains were full of fire and fume, not ore. But what they lacked in quantity they made up for in quality, and their "bushi," their own variants of knights, carried swords rumored to be so sharp that a mere dragonfly landing upon them would fall in half. The blades were also said to hold the power of spirits or magic, and to drink blood and grow stronger for it. But then, Logres had its own share of such myths; among the common and uneducated people of all cultures rumors not only flew, but flocked in great hordes of words so misshapen and misheard that from hour to hour they had already changed a hundred times. What was certain was that the Yamans fought fiercely, but in the end their emperor submitted and King Caellach bade him rise again as the Governer of the Islands. The Yaman lords who still lived were allowed to keep most of their lands and wealth, but Caellach replaced those who had been killed with his own lords, and hand-picked the governor's new advisors. Thus life on Yamajima continued much as it had before, but taxes were paid to the crown of Logres, and should the King ever call for their aid they were bound by their oaths to answer. Or at any rate, they had been. Now the loyalties of the islanders were uncertain. After a few generations the lords Caellach had placed in power had largely gone native and their influence had dwindled. The island kept itself apart from Logres and its affairs, and seemed to go on as if the invasion had never occurred. No longer did they fear the sword of the northerners or the wrath of its king--whether the elder or the younger ruled, it would likely make no difference to them. The knights meant to change that. Soon the ships were anchored in the arbor, and the gangplanks clattered to the docks. The shouts of sailors from both lands filled the air as the knights made their way down onto the shores of Yamajima... |
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| Pontiac1532 | September 23, 2012, 3:08 pm Post #118 |
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Allison Noir Bighorn Inn Allison listened carefully to Vincent as he spoke, giving no sign as to what she thought of his plan. Even after he was finished, she remained silent for a long time, thinking. So he is a revolutionary, a self proclaimed champion of the people... Allison had always played with the thought of what the world might be like without nobility and knights, ever since her family had died at least. And every time she thought of it, she came to the same conclusion. That even if there was a revolution, even if the old order were to be cast aside, there was nothing stopping the leaders of the revolution from placing themselves at the top of the government and repeating the cycle. She looked at Vincent, wondering whether he was the kind of man who would be able to resist the temptation. She didn't doubt his intentions were good now, but she could see a darkness in his heart that spoke of his lust for vengeance. At that moment, she didn't believe he was the kind of person she would follow to the end. She considered rejecting his offer, and couldn't help but wonder if she would leave here alive if she did. He had said something about an old knight coming to oversee the rebellion in this town against Conall, and then of kidnapping Prince Rhys when the rebellion succeeded. At the very least, she knew, she should be here when the time came. Besides, she still wanted her sword back. She placed one hand on the counter and pushed herself to her feet. She extended her hand to Vincent. "It would be my genuine pleasure." She said with a smile, reclaiming her sword belt. |
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| Onime No Ryu | September 23, 2012, 7:20 pm Post #119 |
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I'll be your Undertaker this evening
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THE BROADBACK BATTLE IN THE PASS The next morning the small platoon continued towards the Aegis, stopping at a small village along the way to send the rescued hostages that the northmen had kidnapped back to their homes. Once they reached the fortress, the entire platoon was led into the hall to join the King for lunch, and a small sort of celebration was made out of the affair. "Let us have a look at this prisoner, now that the congratulations are done!" King Conall commanded. Drogo was brought forward, along with Red. The king threw back his head and laughed, running one hand through his short, bristly dark hair. "So, you really took my offer to heart, eh? Good job, lad--mayhaps you'll be worth the trouble yet! Now, as for you, northman." The King's eyes were hard as they fell upon the barbarian man. "I'll have your name, and all the information you can give. If you speak of your own free will, it will make things that much easier." He leaned forward, his hands tightening around the armrests of the Shield-throne. "Were you acting merely as raiders, or as part of Sverrir Fydar's plans? Do you know of his movements, and the state of his armies? How many other bands of raiders have crossed the throttle, and where are they headed? Speak only the truth, and speak it quickly!" Meanwhile, Trent found himself seated not too far away from the brothers of Idlewood, and he attempted to get their attention. "Um, excuse me, sirs?" he began with a gesture. "I've noticed that Sir Harding and some of the other soldiers seem to know you, and you fought very well against the raiders. Did you fight in the North War?" These young men had seemed somewhat melancholy on the way back, but they had fought bravely and saved his life back in the pass, and they knew their way around the battlefield. Red was not the only one Trent's sharp eyes had noticed, and he hoped that he could perhaps learn from these two as well. Edited by Onime No Ryu, September 23, 2012, 7:21 pm.
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| Perascamin | September 23, 2012, 8:58 pm Post #120 |
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A Legendary Ocean
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The Aegis Austin scoffed at the one they called Red. "Did you manage to hear about his view, brother?" He asked in a whisper, while the fist fighter went about his own affairs. "No, I didn't." The older brother replied, running his fingers along the length of his sword handle. "He calls us cowards, because we wear armor and wield weapons. As if he's oblivious to the fact his knuckle is adorned with spikes." The younger brother moved his neck from side to side, cracking it loudly. "I think what pisses me off the most about him is how highly he thinks of himself. Like he's better than everyone around him just because he refuses to wear armor and rejects a real weapon. Such pride, such arrogance...I hope only, that he doesn't find himself six feet under from his boastfulness." The soldier continued, a venomous glare watching Red. "He's lucky to of not died when he challenged Conall's power. If not for our prince's honorable figure, it's very likely his head would be on a pike right now. Surely, he would have been killed on the spot in Rhys's court. We must hope against hope though, that the boy will mature when he fights in a REAL battle. The type of bloody war we fought." William replied, keeping his eye on the Northern prisoner. "For better or for worse, Maker watch over us." Austin finished. Then, the greenest recruit beckoned for their attention. Any sort of sour look the younger brother possessed completely vanished as he turned attention to Trent. William greeted the boy with a warm smile. "Trent, was it?" William said, offering his hand to the teenager. Austin followed suit afterwards. "Yes...Austin and I know war all to well. The ferocity and chaos, the loss and the sorrow." The swordsman replied with a sad sort of look present in his dark brown eyes. "What you fought the other day was but a mere fraction of what you may experience in days yet to come. If we're to survive, we must watch each others necks and never let our guard down...on the battlefield, at least." Austin continued. "Is there anything else you wanted to ask William or I?' |
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| Kazemitsu | September 23, 2012, 10:51 pm Post #121 |
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Assassin
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The Aegis Drogo's eyes wandered the walls of the mountain fortress. A single siege and the place would fall, there were no resources to be provided from within the giant stone structure. His eyes went down to the gate as an impassive look adorned his face. He was led into a hall filled with the smells of food, drink, and annoying southerners. Dark eyes looked at the knights and warriors before landing on Conall. How did he know Conall was the top dog in the room? The aura the man seemed to give off naturally, one of authority and power. The prince spoke and he was brought forward along with his captor, who apparently had past interactions with the prince. Red got congratulated, while Drogo got a hard look. He met Conall's eyes fearlessly as the man spoke to him. "Drogo." He rumbled, giving his name. "I got bored watching you southerners. I've been wandering the Throttle with a few comrades for the past two years. Sverrir doesn't even know that little band existed, our clans probably thought we were dead." He continued while shrugging his shoulders. "As for the rest of your questions, I haven't had contact with any of my people for the past two years. It would be impossible to find the clans I know of due to our nomadic lifestyle." He explained. Giving some information while also revealing he didn't know a whole lot. |
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| The Best | September 24, 2012, 2:24 am Post #122 |
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Scout
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Red THE AEGIS The boy he had met left without saying goodbye, so Red returned to his tent. Though he put out his light and climbed into his cot, sleep would not come to him at first. At first he got up and paced, walking slowly back and forth from one end of the tent to the other. Walking cast shadows across the floor, and every so often, Red would catch them out of the corner of his eye. Eventually, he started throwing quick jabs, and before he knew it, Red was shadow-boxing. He ducked and weaved imaginary punches and throwing counters when his non-existent opponent allowed. It only took a few minutes for Red to work up a sweat, but once he started, the islander found it difficult to stop. By thew time he finally collapsed onto his cot, the rest of the camp had died down and headed for bed. Only the crackling embers of the last cook fire served to break the sound of night. Panting, Red closed his eyes, smiling slightly as he relished the burn in his arms and shoulders. Fatigue washed over him, and he welcomed it, satisfied. Sleep finally came, and Red didn't wake again until the next morning. It was a quick matter for the camp to be packed and the platoon to get on the move. Before the day was out, they had reached The Aegis, and this time, Red was actually excited to be there. Conall immediately called for the prisoner, and for some reason, Red was to accompany him. Concerned, the pugilist entered the throne room cautiously, but once he realized that he was only present to receive praise, Red relaxed. He listened as Conall questioned the barbarian, but his ears picked up something else as well. --Refuses to wear armor-- Hushed voices at a nearby table caused Red's ears to perk up, and he casually tilted his head to get a better listen. --Rejects a real weapon-- Red's eyes flashed, and his eyebrows narrowed, his eyes closing as he focused all his attention on the two men sitting only feet from him, who were undoubtedly talking about him. --Pride...Arrogance...Six feet under... Slowly, the fist fighter turned his head, staring right at Austin and William. If either of them looked up, they would see him, cold indifference painted across his face as he eyed the pair of them as a cat might eye a mouse. A small smirk, and he returned his attention to Conall and Drogo, interested to see what would become of the man who fought like an animal. Out of his peripherals though, the pugilist watched Austin and William. From this point on, he would have to make sure to keep an eye on them. Just one though. Even together, they weren't significant enough to warrant his full attention. |
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| Matttheman89 | September 24, 2012, 2:04 pm Post #123 |
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Assassin
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Yamajima As his ship came in to dock on the shores of Yamajima, Tyrion exchanged words with the Captain of the ship he'd been put in charge of at the start of their journey. He wasn't ashamed to admit he wasn't much of a genius when it came to working on the Sea, so he had gladly left the day-to-day workings of their vessal to the much more capable Captain, who had been relieved that he wouldn't have to share command aside from the obvious. Right now, Tyrion was sharing with him the plan as it was so far. He was going to leave the ship when they docked, taking some of his troops with him, but he would be leaving the rest behind as protection. This was agreeable with the Captain, and once Tyrion felt they both understood, he walked to the railing of the ship to watch final procedures. Looking out at the city spread out before him, Tyrion couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement. He'd never been to another country before that he wasn't at War with. Even though he knew they needed to finish things up here and return at all possible speed, he hoped there would be at least a little time to take in the local culture. He'd learned a little from his time working with Sir Ishen, and it had left him curious. Walking out over the plank once the ship had docked, Tyrion set foot on Yamajima soil, and took a deep breath. "Well, we've gotten to Yamajima and no one's trying to cut our heads off. So far, so good..." he said as he waited for everyone to join him, watching the locals passing by, most of which were looking his way as well. |
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| NTNP | September 24, 2012, 3:08 pm Post #124 |
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Admin
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Silvis Family: Isle of Yama Honestly, there was little point to the charade. Splitting up their ships wouldn't really help, nor would any of the posturing. If the folks in Yama chose to destroy them there would be nothing that they could do to stop it. Unlike so many that came dashing inward, the two ships captained by the Silivis men just gradually came into port with more a wimper than a roar. Slowly the crew began to pour out, less like an orderly fighting force and more like refugees waiting to see if they would be turned away. Between the entire force, not a single weapon was drawn. In particular the old goat himself Carth just walked out in front wearing his travelers armor and allowing some servant to drag his axe behind him. Soon Dion joined him, no worse for wear baring the fact he didn't need someone to port his belongings. As the two gazed around at the strange, almost paper looking houses they awaited someone to greet them and to make their way. Once that person arrive, Carth would skip directly to the business at hand once it was clear that he was speaking to someone of merit. While usually brash and direct, Carth took on a tone that none of them were overly used to hearing... he sounded almost humble and political. His words were carefully chosen and showed no hint of arrogance. Only a mild discontent for the idea of having to wait on the ships, although such a believe was two fold. Being on land meant they couldn't just turn them around and make them go and because one more night at sea and the old knight was going to commit suicide via dehydration. "Greetings, sir (/or ma'am depending on who shows up to talk) I am Carth Silivs, son of Duke Silvis. We come with a message from Prince Rhys and his authority to make arrangements upon his behalf on foreign soil. Among others, my son Dion, Sir Stark and Sir Owen of the Knights of Logres are here to seek an appointment with your honorable Emperor. I apologize for not making our intent before taking landfall, it was a necessary evil due to the state of our lands. Please show us to where you would prefer we stay until our request for an audience is either accepted or denied. Truthfully I never did get my sea legs, so I would appreciate it if it could be somewhere on land if at all possible." |
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| Onime No Ryu | September 25, 2012, 7:43 pm Post #125 |
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I'll be your Undertaker this evening
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WESTBRIDGE BIGHORN INN "Thank you." said Vincent, inclining his head. "Forgive me if I don't trust you enough to relenquish your sword just yet...But I assure you, I've kept it safe, as well as the horse we took from you. You'll recieve each of them in turn, if you will help us in our endeavors." He motioned for the innkeeper, and the man brought them a sheaf of wanted papers. "The men whose sketches you see here are all wanted for one thing or another. Thieves and murderers, the lot of them. They all have respectable bounties...but they're worth more to us than that." He smiled at Allison again. "I've gotten hold of the locations of a few of them. They're sizeable bands. If we can convince them to join our cause, it won't look good on us, but it may give us the numbers and the fighting skill we need for this revolution. Commonfolk can barely lift swords, much less use them. Besides, with any luck, these bastards will all get themselves speared in the fighting and save us the trouble. What do you think, Miss Norfrost?" YAMAJIMA The knights didn't have to wait long for an entourage to meet them. A group of bushi, riding stockily built horses and wearing armor that looked thin, but was layered in smaller, more flexible plates, approached the docks. Their helmets bore large horns or shaped plates of metal that glinted in the light, and a few of them had facemasks made in the visage of terrifying demons as well. Their leader wore one such mask, throwing his features into shadow. Great red spikes of fur from some sort of animal mane were attached to the back of his helm and fell down his back, giving him the appearance of a grizzled lion. The rest of his armor had been lacquered black and crimson, and upon his back was a large staff. At one end was a great iron ring, and the latter two thirds of the weapon's length had been incased in a layer of iron, then fitted with great spikes. Such a weapon was often seen in the hands of great demons in Yaman folklore, and in the hands of a capable fighter could no doubt crush a man's body in a single swing. "Greetings to you, knights." He spoke in thickly accented, but understandable, Loger. "I am Matsumoto Gensai. We have seen your ships on the horizon, and our lord has invited you to the palace immediately." He nodded to Sir Carth. "Indeed, Sir, the sea can be harsh. If you are ready, let us make haste." Owen mounted his own steed, and rode next to Carth as he spoke in hushed tones. "I didn't expect them to usher us in, but don't take this to mean that the Governor is in anticipation or fear of us. And don't call him the Emperor--we're not supposed to acknowledge that anymore, as much as it may still be true here." The knight turned and shouted a few orders to their officers, and gestured for Tyrion and Dion to hurry as well. THE AEGIS "Well now, you're an uprfront sort." Conall said as Drogo finished his answer. The king thought for a moment. "I'll believe you for now, as you don't have much to gain by lying. But answer me another question: Why did you surrender, when all your brothers lay dead around you? Why not fight to the last, or turn tail and run, like any other beast?" "I was hoping," Trent said to the brothers, "that...that maybe you would consider giving me some training? If yesterday was only a little of what's to come..." The boy looked down at the sword on his waist, gripping the hilt to assure himself. "I want to make sure I'm ready." Edited by Onime No Ryu, September 25, 2012, 7:43 pm.
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