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| Topic Started: Nov 24 2015, 10:57 PM (537 Views) | |
| 司 Potato | Nov 24 2015, 10:57 PM Post #1 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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A little north of the Dandelion Sector "Listen up! We are approaching the Dandelion Sector. According to our scouts a border has been set up by the enemy so get ready for a fight, also try not to die.... we can't afford to lose any men.... oh and I'd be heart broken and what not too.... but mostly cause we can't lose any men." The acting officer spoke, informing this part of the army about the situation. The other parts were also being informed, after all it'd take more then one sergeant to do so. Mago looked up at the man with eyes full of apathy, he really didn't need to know this information, after all you could see the skyline in the distance. He was already on guard despite not being told to, only an idiot would be chilling when about to engage in battle. Mago was also relatively unimpressed with the leadership, having been shafted by the knights to people in power weren't exactly the most enthusiastic. Almost none of them wanted to be here after all, but some did.... luckily the ones that did were good at leading.... their underlings however, not so much. Mago sighed and marched on, why'd Raven Tail have to send him as a representative? Of course there were others but why him? He got why they wanted Dandelion Sector to be under Fiore reign and what not but they should of sent somebody like Coco.... he was pretty strong and could probably do a lot more to aid the liberation effort then Mago could. Of course they had sent other strong people, but still Mago wanted to be at home chilling.... probably being annoyed by Fukumura and half flirting with Willow. AH well, what could he do? All he could do now is march on and hope for the best, the less time he spent in battle the better. "Magoooooo why do we have to fight? I'm a love.r... well I haven't actually had sex but still! Besides I don't even like this place we went on a field trip here once and got robbed! Well it wasn't a field trip..... more like me and a couple friends taking a detour during summer vacation to try and be thugs and what not!" Oh right Fukumura was annoying him here too. AH weel, what could he do about it? "Shut up and get ready to fight..." Hopefully that'd put Fukumura at bay. "But I don't waaaanaaaaaa besides there's a bunch of scary looking guys here, like seriously did they just recruit all the dark mages or something?" "A lot of the dark guilds have interest in preserving this place""So?" Mago didn't even answer that question. This was going to be a long march.... maybe Fukumura would get lost on the battle field or something? Then he'd get his peace and quiet..... Backstrom stood atop the school building, his steely cold eyes examining the distance. He was lost in thought, he had attended this school just to watch it close down half way through his learning experience. Smoke curled into the air off in the distance, probably another confrontation with the locals. Since they had taken the city nights ago pockets of resistance had risen up to defy him.... how dare they defy him! The people who fought back were obviously against the city right? They didn't want to see it prosper.... THEY DIDN'T WANT TO SEE A BETTER FUTURE. So he crushed them with out a second thought. He knew what people called him, he had gained a nickname through out his exploits.... they called him "the tyrant". He didn't mind, he'd save this city even if he had to become a tyrant to do so. The wind blew, the smells of war and the city had meshed together to form something quite foul.... but it didn't matter. He was winning, now he had to wait for Fiore to send their army..... he'd crush them too. Backstrom was holding executions for the local nobles already, and a lot of the populace had railed behind him.... cheering his name as the nobles who had oppressed them lost their heads. "General Backstrom...." "Speak" "There's a unit coming from the north.... they are about 2 km out, it isn't a very big force but I believe we should reinforce the northern border.... it's best if they don't breach at all" Backstrom turned around, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. "Do as you see fit... I brought you in to help me with things such as these, keep me informed as the battle wages.... this is just the beginning. Fiore's attempt to liberate this city..... My city. It has begun" Edited by Potato, Nov 25 2015, 04:33 AM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Nov 25 2015, 04:10 AM Post #2 |
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Stay the course.
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Dandelion Sector -- an awful wasteland rife with crime, polluted by rampant industry, and ruled by the worst men in all of the fourteen kingdoms. It survived, but the city never prospered. Did it ever deserve to? The people here suffered from every breath they took. The smog-filled air, rife with chemicals was slowly killing them. And if it wasn't the air, it was the people. Killers and thieves were almost as numerous as the rats in the sewers. Yet, the real threat were the nobility. As they lined their pockets, they crushed everyone beneath their ever burdensome weight. Artorius had traveled in nearly every Kingdom on the continent of Ishtar, but he could always safely say that it was without question the worst place to live in Fiore. But, it was his home. His earliest memories were in its sewers, and of the comfort of a stolen coin in his hands and the security of a wall at his back. Two years ago, Artorius sought change and the power to make it happen. He donned a hood and a mask, and purged the city of those who had failed it. He piled corpses in the gutters, not for money or profit, but in the hopes of bettering the city. Artorius believed it would work, but he was wrong. Crime only grew worse as greater threats appeared to fight for control. The gangs and syndicates which had a noose around the city's neck had been replaced with villains who strangled it instead. The city couldn't be saved so easily. It took him months to realize that you simply can not make something change through strength or will alone. And so, Artorius abandoned the city, putting it at his back, but never once forgetting the memories he made there. Then, a call to arms sounded throughout the Kingdom. When the news reached his ears in Acacia, Artorius gathered his things and cut a path straight south towards Dandelion. He couldn't believe what he had heard. An army seized the city overnight, slaughtering and killing along the way. Their leader, Backstrom, sought to save the city with his own means and strength. Artorius drifted far away from the mass of soldiers and steel, wandering of his own accord. After minutes of walking, he reached a lone hill situated to the city's northern outskirts. There, rows of hewn and carved stone faced the slowly rising sun. Artorius kneeled at the grave, the site where he had buried dozens of his friends. Much of them died before they were old enough to love, before their futures could be realized. A place like Dandelion robbed children of that chance. Some of the graves were larger, filled with the bodies of his closest friends. Some he fought with, others against. Artorius approached two of the graves, plainly marked Jean Barasavi and Shen Wei Long. They were his brothers, who Artorius had grown up alongside, who he bled and cried with. Now, they were long gone, claimed by the brutality of the city. Jean had been gunned down two years ago, and Shen had cracked under the pressure of losing his sister who was now laid to rest beside him. "I failed this city," Artorius said as he kneeled beside the graves. "I fought against it, tried to change it, but I failed. And I turned my back on it. Truth is, I don't know if it can be saved. The city has been taken by Backstrom. I'm sure one of you two has heard of him. Maybe letting it fall in his hands is the right thing. Maybe he can give this place the future it deserves, the future we wanted." Artorius fought the pain in his stomach, pushed it down as it struggled to rise into his chest and choke his throat. The bitterness was clear in his voice, and red in his eyes. It felt as though everything he had fought for, the long struggle and adversity, had amounted to nothing for him. Ever since he left Dandelion behind, he had become this hollow man, keeping a vehement beast at bay. If he tried, could he actually make anything happen? Could this city be saved? Or was it better in the hands of a man like Backstrom? A warm westerly wind blew across the hills. Within the whispering gale, dozens of white wispy pods fluttered in the breeze. Dandelions. The city had earned its name from the fields it was built around. Artorius paused, remembering a time when he stood upon these grounds. It was years ago, when Jean, Shen, and even Kylee too sat around here. "I want to be like that," a child-like Jean said in the memory. "Free," he said, pointing towards the the fluttering dandelion seed pods. Artorius blinked hard, remembering why he was here. Backstrom had killed countless innocent people, those who refused to subjugate themselves to their rule. What is the point in salvation if you don't have the freedom to choose your own? Artorius' heart no longer wavering, he hurried towards the army, to take back the city. The children of Dandelion deserved a future, but not one through which despots and dictators ruled. The ruling nobles were right to be removed, but what Backstorm was doing wasn't liberation, it was tyranny, and Artorius Sidonis would not allow that to happen in his hometown. Edited by Mazohyst, Nov 25 2015, 04:12 AM.
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | Nov 25 2015, 11:16 AM Post #3 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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What Ranth knew about the Dandelion sector was greater than most, but not by a lot and only because of the company he kept rather than due to any level of first hand experience. For the archivist had never been there in person, but the place had a reputation that remained static across the entire nation. Everyone agreed on the same description of the place and that description was not a flattering one. Whatever the place had once been was nothing more than a myth and it was very much unlikely that anyone was still alive who had seen it whilst it was anything more than a festering cesspit of zero opportunity. Those born in the Dandelion sector were unlikely to make it past their 10th birthday if they stayed within its borders. Of those who stayed and remained breathing, the vast majority did so because they were either pressed into hard labor or joined one of the many gangs that divided the territory like slices of pie. Of this group, some would make it to reach their majority, but more still would perish along the way... or worse. Prostitution, slavery and all manner of other illegal activities were the norm in this place and as such the laws of the world beyond were meaningless and even the Kingdom's knights didn't bother themselves to step inside and for good reason. The city was a hotbed of criminal activity and every single organisation with dubious dealings of any sort had a hand in both its creation and its maintenance. For those who could afford to operate within the Sector from arms length, it was a gold mine. For those who were actually inside the Sector, it was a deathtrap. Some of these were things he'd learned from hearing Artorius speak of it, which seldom happened. But he'd learned more about both the man and the place he'd hailed from from his fellow Guild members. After all, whilst their guild had a significant portion of operations running that had a stake in the Sector, there were more than a few individuals who also ran 'businesses' of their own. Yet when the news had come of trouble in the sector, few had been at all inclined to travel there and deal with it. Artorius had been the only willing volunteer and Ranth had been asked to go too, for apparently someone higher in the food chain within the guild felt that the Dragon Slayer may not have the Guild's interests closest to heart when it came to this particular place. They knew, as was their way, everything there was to know about the man who had been born there, the way he'd been brought up, the friends he'd made and the friend's he'd lost along the way. Of course these were not details Ranth was privy too, nor had they indicated that they thought Artorius was anything less than capable of doing this alone. They'd simply offered Ranth something that they'd by now learned was one of the few things that could motivate him. They'd offered him the chance to get out and have some fun. So when they joined the company of others who had volunteered and/or been conscripted to break the hold that this new tyrant had over the city, Ranth had spent most of the trip waiting with strained patience for the fun to begin. He'd noticed Artorius slink away from the group shortly after their arrival, but by now he'd developed a modicum of respect for the man and decided that it would be best not to disturb him. Though he did feel an odd sort of jealousy that he had something- even a shit hole like this- that he could claim an attachment to. |
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| LunarCataphract | Nov 25 2015, 01:16 PM Post #4 |
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Dandelion had been invaded and conquered. It was a funny notion but not unexpected as the Dandelion Sector had long been rife with numerous different criminal groups vying for control and so it was no surprise it'd been conquered. Criminals would often battle among themselves for the house as it burnt down around them. Xiayu didn't exactly care about the Dandelion Sector much, after all she had no reason to, but if she didn't care I bet you're wondering why had she signed up to retake the city? Well you see her "father" was an elderly man and no longer physically well enough to fight and there just so happened to be someone inside the Dandelion Sector he needed to rescue. That was why the impressively long half-snake had been deployed to assist in retaking the city not because she cared about it but because she needed to get in, rescue someone and get them out before the authorities managed to sink their fangs into him. The trip to the Dandelion Sector had been rather dull. After signing on at Magnolia, thanks mostly to a faked Guild Symbol, Xiayu had successfully managed to infiltrate the army gathered for the retaking of the Dandelion Sector. She was not surprised to see numerous knights, based upon how they walked like military men, as well as plenty of Light Mages but what she was surprised to see were Dark Mages. Oh sure some of the dark mages assembled had attempted to disguise themselves as Light Mages but through a combination of different factors, such as how they behaved and many of them taking no effort to hide their marks, Xiayu was easily able to tell there was at least a noticeable amount of dark mages assembled here. Slithering through the army camp assembled outside of the Dandelion Sector Xiayu took in the numerous sights and sounds wondering just how well defended the Dandelion Sector was. Xiayu mostly tuned out the commander's drivel as she made her way towards the city with the rest of the assembled forces. It was the standard "hey we're approaching our destination try not to die" rubbish and Xiayu didn't really need to know that. She knew they were getting closer to the city, after all it was heard to miss the city in the distance, and she knew that avoiding the loss of lives was a goal hence why the Lamia had plans to not get herself killed. One thing Xiayu had not been prepared for was seeing a very familiar face in the crowd. That of Mago Burttodo the very same mage that had almost burned her store down. With a confident smirk spread across her lips Xiayu slithered forward, attempted to grab Mago from behind and hug him tightly. She purposelessly ensured her chest was pressed into the back of his head chuckling all the while. The Lamia had to admit she was very surprised to see Mago here but that was probably a good thing as she could use him for this. "Heeey there Mago sweetie~ I know I said not to burn down other people's stores..but I think I can make an exception this time~" She knowingly winked at him letting go of him freeing him from the embrace of a serpent. She chuckled and took up a confident pose arms folded beneath her chest. "So what brings you here Mago? Never really took you for the hero type." In all honesty Xiayu knew very little about Mago, his past or his personality except what she learned from their prior encounter. In fact all she really knew about Mago was that he set things on fire, was confrontational and was a guy oh she knew his name too. Xiayu turned her gaze from Mago to his silver haired friend and waved politely at him. Now that boy with the silver hair was someone Xiayu found rather cute in; in fact he actually looked more than a little bit unsorted for this affair having the look of someone far too...sensitive for combat. "Who['s your cute friend?~" The Lamia chuckled winking at Fukumura. |
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| Darion | Nov 25 2015, 01:53 PM Post #5 |
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*Crash!* A glass fell to the floor and broke into hundreds of shards. Not willingly, nor entierly by accident, a soldier who had just bought a small glass of the strongest the tavern had dropped it and was out of himself with apologising to the guy at the barcounter while trying to clean up the mess. That soldier has just been drafted and was now already on his way to the massive battle that was about to begin in the city of Dandelion, the criminal underworld's hometown in Fiore's southern part. The town had been besieged and overtaken by a man called Backstrom, and it was the duty of a special task force to reclaim it. The Knights had even been so desperate as to recruit Dark mages, much like the one man sitting in the corner of this far-out bar outside of Dandelion. Darion had recently been in Dandelion conducting some slave business on the behalf of his Family had unfortunately caught the eye of the drafting officers while attempting to leave the area, so not that he did have much of a choice when it came to participating in this conflict. Not that a fight wasn't good for him, especially when you consider that his latest fight had been a very long time ago. When a sword gets dull you sharpen it, and it is the same with magic and your own personal fighting skills. So here he sat in the corner of the bar, drinking his whisky, and listening to how the teeth clattered on some of the younger soldiers. The older ones sat quietly and drank, some talked, and some looked as if they were praying. The latter not being an awfully bad idea. Drinking the last of the alchohol, Darion stood up and layed some Jewels on the table, and took his coat along with his cane and top hat as he headed outside. Outside the bar there was a few minutes of walking to the camp that was the task force's main HQ; a quick-built shabby looking camp but with enough knights and mages to make sure any enemy felt fear towards the prospect of seeing themselves charge against the force. However, that was not what the dear leadership in the Knights had planned. Instead of doing the tactical and try to destroy the enemy via attrition, or simply wipe them out along with the city through magical means from a safe distance, the Knights decided to use a relatively small force as the flood to wipe out the enemy. The reasoning Darion could understand, but so he though to himself; what is a crime-infested city worth, in comparison to the magical blood that is going to be spilled retaking it? Unsheating his blade, he started to polish it gently with a handkerchief and water until he could mirror himself in it. Sheating it, he checked all of his equipment that he always brought along; the revolver strapped to his right leg, the throwing starts in their pouches, the throwing knifes in their holster strapped to the chest, and last but not leat the latest equipment he had gotten. A new mask for him to wear, mostly for protection but it did not hurt that it was very stylish. Putting it on, he felt that the craftsmanship was splendid. It fit perfectly, his Anguish. Walking around the camp after putting his mask on, mentally preparing himself, a single thought stood ut amongst all others. War, war never gets dull. Darion fled in the last war he had participated in, when Bosco invaded, but not this time. This time, he would have his share of spilling blood. Edited by Darion, Nov 25 2015, 01:54 PM.
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| 栄 Ravendark | Nov 25 2015, 02:47 PM Post #6 |
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Logan Paul Dragon Slayer
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The Private Barracks at Chrysantheum had been a shitstorm from the day it happened. Young men and women were running around, packing their bleongings, polishing their armor and sharpening their swords. People who had no buisness going to war were being called upon by king and country to stand for their brethren in the Dandelion sector and to liberate them from the mysterious Backstrom. When the lacrima message had come in from headquarters- the entire barracks, no, the entire CITY had kicked into overdrive. Nobody wanted a repeat of what had happened last year with the invasions of Bosco, the memories and the pain were still so fresh in the people's collective minds. So, it was the working men, the knights, the volunteer magi, the people who had grown fed up with the constant fear of being in invaded, farmers, blacksmiths, doctors, accountants even- people had grown weary of the fear that seemed always present. Jose Porsada, a Private, was looking for someone however. The man bumped into his fellow knights in their Barracks as he looked for a patch of blond hair or the glimmer of black snglasses shining against a stray beam of light. The transports leaving for Dandelion had started leaving, and if he and his partner didn't get on one of them soon, it would mean missing out on the liberation of the city. Was his partner a coward? Hiding so that he wouldn't have to go to war? No... the man was many things, an outcast, an anxious motherfucker, and even a little heavy at times- but he was no coward. Walking up the stairs to his friend's room, Jose smashed his fist on the door as he knocked on it as hard as he could, "Cyrus!" the man yelled. Surprisingly, a relaxed and calm voice said casually, "It's open" causing Jose to swing the simple wooden door open off its inges practically as he barged into the knight's quarters. However, the sight he saw was unexpected. "It's... It's time" Jose said, keeping his voice firm. Cyrus Sawyer was sitting in a cross legged position, looking up at a large suit of armor resting against the wall. Jose had never seen it before, but then again, he had usually had little reasont go looking around his friend's belongings. The blond knight thought to himself, "Hmmm...." as he scratched the back of his head, looking down momentarily and sighing before returnign his gaze to the suit of armor. "Do you think they'd be proud of us Jose?" Cyrus asked his friend. "Proud of what?" he asked, confused but feeling a sense of urgency for the two of them to leave regardless. "So many of us died when they first invaded- would it make sense for us to start killing again?" Cyrus replied, not bothering to look at the other man in the room. Jose grit his teeth, an anger rising within him, "-what the hell are you saying exactly, you'd rather we just let thse filthy Cans' take Dadnelion?" the man said, causing a rare instant where Cyrus actually raised his voice, "I mean no such thing" he yelled, causing the other man to fall silent. "War doesn't determine who's right, Jose... It only determine's who's left" Cyrus said, causing a silence to fall on the small room which seemed to last forever. Silently, Cyrus Sawyer got up from where he sat and walked over to his armor, Pendragon. Jose silently helped his friend put the large and somewhat difficult plating and chainmail on his friend- a friend who in so little time had grown so much... Maybe too much. Regardless, once Jose helped put the helm on Cyrus which covered his face, he was no longer looking at the friend he had played rugby with in the Academy... He was looking at a man who had come to terms with his ability to kill and other man. -and that in itself was truly terrifying. Cyrus Sawyer, walked along the cobblestone road which led to Dandelion. His cape flowed behind him as the wind blew into the company's direction. With his heavy armor on, the knight marched near the front of the group, if he was going to bloody his hands once again then he would be the first- hopefully with that sacrafice the younger and newer privates would have some sense of innocence still left in them when this was all over. Cyrus had learned a long time ago how horrible war could be, he had prayed- to whatever god would listen, that he wouldn't have to raise his sword on another human again. It was a naive wish, he knew that- he had come to terms with that- but he still couldn't help but have some sort of hope that god might listen and grant him this one prayer. It was clear that god had missed that memo. Instead, Cyrus was marching, sword in hand, to go and oust an enemy army form Fiore. He could see some faces he recognized- even though Cyrus himself was wearing his helm and thus unidentifiable unless people had seen it before- and the likes of Artorius Sidonis and Ranth Amanite were present. The knight remained silent, watching some of the more naive ones chat amongst themselves. They wouldn't be talking so casually for long. None of them would. Edited by Ravendark, Nov 25 2015, 02:48 PM.
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| 司 Potato | Nov 26 2015, 03:19 AM Post #7 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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Fuck. Of all the people.... or snakes. Whatever she considered herself. Why'd it have to be Xiayu.... they'd first met at her shop.... which Mago swiftly lit on fire, the events that followed involved poisoning and lots of boobs touching the back of his head. Mago just sighed and looked annoyed, he knew what was coming next. "MAGO WHAT THE HELL MAN!" Fukumura shouted loud enough for everybody in the company to hear, effectively interrupting their prayer time. Mago sighed once again, his face turning from annoyed to a more neutral state. "YOU BASTARD HOW COULD YOU! I TRUSTED YOU MA-" As Xaiyu let go of him Mago swiftly shut Fukumura up by covering the boys mouth with his hand. "Quiet down" Fukumura nodded and Mago removed his hand so the boy could continue, which was probably one of the dumber things he'd done in his life. "Mago you bastard how dare you go and meet another very busty women after you already captured the heart of Willow I should crush you for this! How do you even go from burning down shops to getting your head buried in her tits?" Fukumura gestured wildly as he spoke, then he noticed the snake tail and immediately started trying to poke it. He looked to be deep in thought, his mouth open in awe. He was like a child seeing magic for his first time. The only thought going through his head was how cool the snake tail was, but decided that on his list of cool things Jackal was still on top. "Only here cause' the guild asked me to come" He said with a shrug, making sure he didn't trip over some of the looser cobble stones. The army was advancing, measures were being made to better prepare them for the initial battle that was looming over there heads. He sighed at the thought, he'd probably be killing some more people today..... and that meant so would Fukumura. Last time Fukumura had to kill somebody things did not end well, and the boy was in denial for about a week. Hopefully he'd grown.... after all he was the one that decided to follow Mago all the way here. Why'd Xiayu have to complement him? Now he was going to get a big head and would NOT shut up about it for the rest of his life.... whatever Mago would probably just ignore it like he did half the things Fukumura said. "I'm Fukumura!" He piped up, returning from admiring her tail. Well at least he wasn't shouting about made up relationships anymore..... The back of the army was moving about, canons and artillery focused mages were getting ready to start their bombardment of the border. Some had questioned the military strategy behind sending an army instead of just cutting off the supply and bombing them. The reason was simple, the people of Dandelion were (semi) innocent and didn't deserve to be caught in whatever magical weapon the knights used to purge the city of it's occupiers. The same thing could be said about cutting off the supply, the people in Dandelion needed to eat after all. So the solution was to take volunteers for army and hope for the best.... But this army was untrained and greener then fresh cut grass. Sure some veterans had signed up, but then again the army only had some veterans. A lot of the knights had died or been incapacitated during the Bosco war, and then even more during the demon invasions. Now their ranks were full of, excited, and green young people. Ah well, it wasn't like the army was with out it's generals and what not, after all General Hippinsteel had signed on and was the one leading the attack. He was a scary man, often described as a wall... his name held a lot of weight, and he was one of the best in the country. But even he had his doubts about this so called 'liberation army'. The small force had never gotten an official title or anything, so the media named it 'the liberation army' or the LA for short. The whole of Fiore was watching them, after all it had been on the cover of every magazine and the fore front of political debates. The government faced criticism for sending a volunteer army instead of, you know, the actual army.... but not much was going to change. The politicians could go back and forth all they wanted, but that didn't change the situation.... at least not immediately. In fact there were probably protests and debates being held right now.... the sun was beginning to set, it was probably around 6pm after all. At the front of the army the vanguard moved to ready themselves, barrier devices and other defenses were ready to be employed should the situation call for it. But nobody knew when Backstrom was going to fire..... after all they were well with in range, but in range of what? There was so littl information about the man that even their equipment was a mystery.... Backstrom sat at the end of the table, his elbows place upon the wooden top and his hands intertwined in front of his face. He listened carefully, looking at the map of Dandelion Sector and the surrounding area. His cabinet was meeting, reporting new information found and deciding what to do next. "The army is getting closer to the border, according to the reports it isn't to large, and doesn't look like the knights...." "Well maybe it's the guilds?" "Would they really entrust this city to mercenaries?" "No.... the government only sent an army large enough to make themselves look good.... if I had to guess I'd say it was made up of mages and knights, probably volunteers or people who got drafted. They don't care enough about this place to send an actual army.... they must think I'm playing around, that I'll be somebody they can just PUSH!" Backstroms eyes were full of hatred, he was very visibly pissed off. How dare they insult him like this, how dare they send an army just to look good in the eyes of the media..... it only made Backstoms goals and reasonning that much more clear. He was doing this for the good of the city. He was so close to obtaining the future he always saw when he stared blankly into the slums.... he was so close. He just had to push back this small annoyance and the government would probably let him be.... those bastard don't deserve this city, this beautiful city! THEY DON'T APPRECIATE IT, OR VALUE IT LIKE HE DID...... so he was taking it from them. It was only fitting, if they didn't want to keep it he'd take it off their hands, they should just consider it a public service at this point. After all with out the Dandelion Sector Fiore's crime rate would probably drop quite a bit, and the dark guild would lose a valuable asset. Backstrom took a deep breath. "Tell the whoever is in charge of the border to open fire upon receiving these orders..... tell him to hold their position. If they go and meet them it'll just leave us exposed, they are fighting a defensive battle...." The cabinet nodded in agreement, mostly because the last guy who disagreed got decapitated. Besides it's not like Backstroms plans didn't work, most of the time he was right which made agreeing that much easier..... |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Nov 27 2015, 06:30 AM Post #8 |
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Stay the course.
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The army which sought to retake Dandelion on the glorious fields of battle were doing little more than walking into a death trap. You can not wage a war so easily on the streets of Dandelion. Shops can be boarded up and turned into bunkers in minutes, rooftops armed with snipers. Every street becomes a mine field, and every back alley an ambush. If Fiore sought to retake this city with a pile of corpses, then so be it. But Artorius only wanted one corpse -- Backstrom's. That's all that was needed, nothing more, nothing less. Cut off the head of a snake and the body will shrivel and die. Artorius signaled to Ranth as he made his approach. From there, the Dragon Slayer lead the way, moving through undulating hills and fields of dandelions, until they reached a grate through which dirty water had once spilled. It was still for the moment, but that was hardly any more favorable than it's current condition. It was foul. The moment Artorius pried off the gate with a forceful tug that ripped the screws from their mounts, a horrendous smell wafted outwards. Dandelion was an awful city, but that paled in comparison to the stench that emanated from its bowels. Artorius remembered a time where he was used to it. He had spent so much time in his youth crawling in and out of little sewer grates and tunnels like these, wading through the muck and the filth. The tunnel was empty and dried, but that stench never left the city's bowels. The entrance was a tight-squeeze. It was a lot smaller than he had remembered, but he chalked that up to him just getting larger. After minutes of holding his breath and grueling crawling, Artorius emerged from the tunnel that spouted off into a larger section of the sewers. Here, rows and columns of cobblestone formed a sizable, functional drainage system. The ground on which they walked was currently empty, but "flash floods" were prone to occurring due to the movement of water in such confined spaces. "There's higher ground ahead," Artorius said aloud as he lead the way. He remembered every muck-covered cobblestone, every passage and corridor, every nook and cranny in these sewers. This place was his childhood playground, his bread and butter. You don't simply forget that. He couldn't, even if he wanted to. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | Nov 29 2015, 06:17 AM Post #9 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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"What is it with you and sewers?" Ranth sighed after Artorius, upon returning then proceeded to gesture for him to come with him and soon presented him with a small crawl space that led into a lace that judging by the smell was without a doubt part of the Dandelion Sector's sewage system. Back in the main camp that had been erected by the main force and Ranth quickly dismissed any notion of directing their attention to this sewer system. It's value lay mostly in the fact that a small number of people could get into it without being noticed and if a hundred or more people lined up to use it then those inside would figure it out exceedingly quickly. That being said, Ranth could see the value in getting a few more people inside and so he nudged Cyrus discreetly before he'd left the group. "Bring a handful of capable people, Artorius knows another way in and it's... well... you'll see, or rather... smell". Which brought them to their current situation as they belly crawled through the narrow crawlspace, doing their best to ignore the slimy stones around them and the stench and the dank moistness and the stench... did he mention the stench? He didn't know how Artorius put up with it frankly, as a Dragon Slayer's nose was several times more potent than that of a dog, much less a person. Then again, this was his hometown so maybe he was used to it. Hell, maybe he'd even missed it a tiny bit. Meanwhile, the sound of gunfire indicated that the defenders had begun... well... defending and that meant the attackers had begun their assault on the front gate so to speak. "Great, unfortunately I think we'll have lost the element of surprise thanks to this stench", Ranth called back to Artorius as he spoke of higher ground fast approaching. But as they filed out of the sewers one by one, Ranth looked around the narrow alley that they'd emerged into and he grunted with surprise. "Never mind, the whole place reeks, we're going to fit in perfectly", he chuckled all the while doing his best not to breathe through his nose. |
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| LunarCataphract | Nov 29 2015, 06:40 PM Post #10 |
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Amusingly enough Fireboy's companion exploded into a verbal rage shouting at Mago. Apparently this white haired, and rather cute, looking boy was apparently misunderstanding the situation. It was rather amusing to watch the white haired boy yelling at Mago only to be silenced by a hand clamped over his mouth by Mago himself. That served to quiet Fukumura down but not silence him utterly and so he continued his tirade albeit quieter than the last time. He seemed to think that Xiayu was dating Mago. or that Mago was having romantic affiliations with Xiayu, despite having already caught the heart of somebody known as Willow.This was such a delicious situation and Xiayu's lips curled into a smirk as she realised just how easy it would be to manipulate Fukumura into misunderstanding things. The half-snake could not help but hiss happily her forked tongue flicking in and out past her lips. Xiayu was going to make some sort of comment about Willow, Mago cheating on her and the fact she was dating him (only for the sole purpose of messing around) but that was when she felt and saw Fukumura poking her tail. Xiayu didn't really mind having her tail poked as at worse it was little more than a minor irritation however what she hated was people just touching her without asking; she was not some sort of house pet after all. "If you want to touch so badly..you should ask next time ok?" Xiayu snatched her tail away from Fukumura the strong muscles working to pull the bulk of it about. Looking around Xiayu noticed that the army was beginning to move with artillery pieces and bombardment mages moving into position while numerous medical staff got into position. The half-snake's grin grew sly and devious as she plotted a way to break away from the LA. Truly it'd be easy for Xiayu to easily slip away in the conflict and rejoin at a later time making up some sort of excuse about being separated by the enemy if she was ever questioned. The army moved forward soldiers marching, wheels turning and horses baying as they advanced upon the city with the sun setting nearby. It would soon be dark and Xiayu wondered if the general in charge of this, who she'd have love to meet, had a plan revolving around a lack of light. Xiayu herself slithered forward while yes she did have a way to lay down the hurt...she didn't exactly have an entire arsenal of spells only, perhaps, one or maybe two offensive ones to unleash. Xiayu had hanged back from the advancing forces putting her self at the back trying to stay out of range of any weapons not that she knew of any long range weaponry or their effective range. The reason for this defensive behaviour was that Xiayu was waiting until combat broke out then she would slip away from the army and sneak into the city. Just in case she needed a cover story Xiayu could easily make up some sort of lie about being part of the medical staff after all she was carrying many vials on a belt wrapped around her waist; said vials were filled with coloured liquids to try and help keep that lie up. "Say...arson boy and his cute friend..you two wouldn't happen to know a secret way into Dandelion would you?" Xiayu smiled her sweetest smile batting her long, and very well cared for, eyebrows at the two males. She hoped they'd know a way into the city as her adoptive father had, in his old age, neglected to mention any way for Xiayu in meaning she was on her own. Looking past the soldiers towards the city Xiayu was waiting purposely holding back as she considered a way to get into the city. If Mago and his friend did have a solution to Xiayu's problem then she'd easily be able to merely ditch them somewhere. In a battle nobody would think twice about one of the volunteers vanishing except perhaps Xiayu's close friends who happened to not be here; hell the only person here she actually knew was Mago and the half-snake knew for sure that he didn't hold a high opinion of her. Edited by LunarCataphract, Nov 29 2015, 06:40 PM.
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