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| 竜 Mazohyst | May 21 2016, 04:20 AM Post #11 |
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Stay the course.
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Artorius was surprised at these two. It was doubtless these two were Dark Mages, they had that air and scent about them, but they lacked two things. The first was coordination. Had their guild failed to teach them anything practical? Did they have any discipline? Then, as they fought, the second thing they lacked was ruthlessness. One had hesitated to kill, sparing a man's life entirely. This was not some back alley brawl, nor was it a shake down to extort a payment. This was war, and in war you fight to kill. Anything less is an eventual forfeiture of life, either yours or your companions. Artorius had seen far too many pay a heavy price for trying to fight their battles that way. "No half-measures. It doesn't matter what they believe in or why. They've made their choice and they're trying to kill you because of it. Call it cruelty, causality, or even plain bad luck. It doesn't matter. Make sure they don't get up," Artorius said, sliding a knife through the downed man's temple. "Before they do the same to you." He drew the knife out of the brain soup, and sent it hurtling through the air. Blood and flesh burst out of the back of a man's skull who had been aiming his weapon at Julian just a fraction of a second ago. "If you value your life, if you have people to go home to, then no half-measures." This was the conclusion Artorius had come to after years of fighting and killing. He'd killed for profit like a mad beast, but it was meaningless and achieved nothing. Then, when he fought with meaning and purpose, leaving his enemies bruised and bloodied instead of dead, throwing them in jail or asylum, they would get up. Artorius had no choice but to take their lives when they nearly took his life, or those of his loved ones. He regretted every one, hated how bloodstained his hands were, but if taking a life meant ensuring he could go home to her then Artorius would do it every time. Then, there were some men who he'd put down a thousand times over. Backstrom was one such man. "This way," Artorius said, pushing those thoughts in the back of his mind where they would no longer be a distraction. The Dragon Slayer led them through the sewers, through a series of twisting bends and turns, past a chamber filled with pillars and four exits, and then another room that was virtually identical. There was almost no rhyme or reason to the path he led them through the underground labyrinth, but Artorius remembered every piece of cobblestone, every scarred and scratched pillar, even the way the stale air flowed. Finally, after countless twists and turns, Artorius brought them to a dead end. There, a long ladder rose along the face of a brick wall, leading to a wrought iron manhole cover. Artorius went first, climbing the rusted ladder rungs hand over foot, until he reached the cover. Artorius lifted it effortlessly before carefully sliding it out of position. The man pulled himself out, and lifted the others up one by one. Artorius took a breath of the fresh air, but it quickly grew stale as scores of dirty children surrounded them. They were Orphans. And this was Orphan's Row, and to them, Artorius Sidonis was a legend and one of them. |
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| Fairchild | May 27 2016, 02:22 AM Post #12 |
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The Sir of FTG
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"..." Julian figured that if anyone would understand, it would be Mago, but he was quick to correct Julian's mercy. Artorius seemed to be similarly-minded, reminding Julian of something that he already knew. It may be war, but that didn't mean Julian liked killing. He avoided it when possible, but as Artorious was quick to remind him, it wasn't. Now, it was kill or be killed... and something inside Julian relished that, even if he didn't want to admit it. That demon in his head was practically screaming for it. If Artorius and Mago had anything to say about it, he would have to give in to that demand. He wished it didn't have to be that way. If he was living in Dandelion Sector, if he never joined up with Raven Tail... He might have ended up like one of these poor schlubs. "Right... No half measures." Julian followed Artorious' lead, moving through the passageways and tunnels in silence. After what seemed like an age, they finally came to a dead end. The thief assumed this was their destination, although he figured it was also possible that Artorious himself had become lost in the underground. He followed the veteran mage up the ladder, finding a scene which was wholly familiar to the Acalyphan native. Some of them called it the Black Quarter, but compared to where they were now, it seemed like it could barely be counted as Grey. Surrounding them were a bunch of dirty children, many of them dressed in little more than rags. At least in Acalypha, there were places that kids like this could go... They could get food, warm clothes, and even a home. From what Julian had heard about Dandelion, there wasn't anything like that here. Julian felt uneasy. Was it guilt? The thought that he once would have equated himself to these children, even though their situation was much more dire? What right did he have, after all, to think his childhood was anything like theirs? Or was it fear? Could these disenfranchised children be the eyes and ears of the rebellion? It wasn't uncommon for Julian, in his own time on the streets, to be employed in something he didn't fully understand. After all, what self-respecting criminal didn't note the usefulness of networking. And what better network than the casually-ignored plight of the homeless youth? In the end, it was only Artorious' own confidence that assuaded his concerns. "These rascal's friends of yer's?" Julian probed. |
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| 司 Potato | Aug 1 2016, 01:01 AM Post #13 |
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Crème de la Kremlin
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Kids. Lots of them. Mago didn't know what he was expecting but it wasn't kids. Their trip through the sewers had reminded him of all those years he spent running around under Coreopsis. Now orphans? How many other trips down memory lane was he going to take today. He was also an orphan, one from Coreopsis but an orphan none the less. The only reason he could gather that this place was an orphanage was based off of inferences he was making as he looked around. The place was bad, worse then where he grew up. The kids were dirty and the standard of living was terrible. They looked up at the men wide eyed, analyzing every inch of them. They seemed especially fond of Artorius, as if they knew him. Mago just looked around and kept an eye out for any sign of Backstroms men. He couldn't forget that they were in the middle of a war zone, and if the man they were fighting against had any experience then there'd be some kind of police force walking around and making sure the people of Dandelion Sector didn't get too rowdy. Mago didn't bother trying to smile, most of the time his smile ended up making kids run away then comforting. He just looked back at them, his dull eyes meeting their blank ones. "We need to keep moving..." Mago urged, not wanting the memories that were coming to the forefront of his mind, or to endanger the kids with their presence. "He's right, we don't have that much time..." The knight spoke up, patting one of the kids on the head. He smiled at them, attempting to warm up the rather cold crowd. They needed to hurry up and get back to the army with information, else they'd be considered dead of missing. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Aug 17 2016, 02:56 AM Post #14 |
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Stay the course.
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The children whispered his name among themselves, uttering it as though he were a fairy tale hero from books they couldn't read, nor afford. In many respects, he was that hero. He was a man who was said to steal from the rich and give to the poor, who threw gangleaders into jail cells, and made fools out of the nobility. But, at the end of the day, Artorius only ever acknowledged himself as a killer. Perhaps his ambitions and goals would sometimes align with what is right and wrong, but other times he was just a man whose blood has frozen over a long, long time ago. No amount of playing hero had ever changed that. He didn't think it ever would. Right now, his focus, his ambition and goal was to cleanse Backstrom from this city. Artorius hadn't lead Mago and Julian here for nothing. This was one more part, another crucial step to fulfilling that goal. "If you want to know a city, then you simply ask the rats," Artorius said to the others while one of his hands patted a young boy's messy, dirty hair. "Take us to her," Artorius said to a boy with blank, dull eyes who nodded silently at the order. The young boy lead them through a series of back alleys and abandoned houses, through crumbling stairwells and across battered rooftops, and then back down ramps made of rotting plywood and rusty nails. The city was a maze, and this young boy hardly seemed lost in it. No, he lived, breathed, slept, starved, and ate in these terrible, dirty slums. Artorius hardly seemed lost either. He had lived that life here over a decade ago, and it was burned into his memory like a brand to a cattle. A scar that would never heal or go away. After some time, Artorius finally explained where they were going. "They call her the Beggar Queen," he began, placing a blunt-cigar in his mouth that he held loosely between his lips. "Nobody knows how old she actually is. Some say she's as old as the city itself. Some say that, although she is blind, she sees through the eyes of the rats that riddle the streets. She's neither friend nor enemy, but she's someone all these dirty vagabonds can look to. For some, she's all they have." Finally, after crossing through a myriad of buildings and back alleys, they were lead to an old abandoned chapel. Or, at least the remains of one. Artorius handed the kid who lead them there a granola bar for his efforts. The chapel was horribly dilapidated, with crumbling pillars standing up on their last legs, holding up literally nothing as at least half of the second story had caved in decades ago. The walls were dirty, slathered with dirt and grime. Rats swarmed the floor. Dozens, if not scores of them skittered and crawled about. Though, not there was not a single dropping to be found, and none of the few dozen children loitering the ruined chapel had any signs of bites. Through the old, busted doors that could not properly close, and across the chapel floor lined with pews made of rotting wood, a woman could be found seated beside what had once been a stone altar. All that remained of the altar was stone; the gold and bronze having been stripped away a long, long time ago. But the woman, the woman had been here since time immemorial. Such was the nature of the Beggar Queen. "Ahhh, my, my, how much you've grown," the old crone said as Artorius approached. "And you've brought friends. Acquaintances, maybe? You've hardly been the sort to make friends, so maybe I'll just call them your companions." The woman's words were quite harsh, biting even, but Artorius paid her no mind. He merely deferred the attention towards the others. "Ask her anything. If anyone outside of Backstrom's army would have any idea what they are planning, then it would be her." |
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| 栄 Zaber | Oct 2 2016, 11:28 PM Post #15 |
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Water Dragon Slayer
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Gradings: Mazo: 1 SP, 250,000 Jewel Mango: 1 SP, 250,000 Jewel Fairchild: 1 SP, 200,000 Jewel Nicely done, even for incomplete. Good job guys. I enjoyed reading it. This topic has been completed and graded by our staff, now been resolved, it is therefore closed and move to our library. This is an automatic message. |
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