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| Hand of Fate | May 20 2009, 02:48 AM Post #1 |
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An immaculate vessel had docked in the harbour of Motre Calaria in the dead of night, it's pristine surface beginning to glisten all the brighter in the dawning sun's light. A trio of men in professional and stately garb strode down the ship's ramp and into the wharf, seemingly unbothered by the harbour's stench. The most prominent of the group was an assertive young man with striking green eyes and fiery red hair, though the two dark haired ethnic Calari accompanying him seemed no less distinguished despite their companion's eminence. They were quick to fetch a cab to the heart of Motre Calaria, wasting no time. Upon reaching the town's interior the trio sought out the Imperial Palace, approaching the structure's guardians with a hastiness and lack of civility that marked the group clearly as Lumecians. "I have a pertinent offer for his Imperial Majesty, from the President." The red-haired youth remarked in his crass accent, after identifying himself as Captain O'Bannon. He raised his arm visibly without any measure of expected ceremony and decour, in his hand a letter marked with the President's own seal, an eagle clasping an olive branch and a set of arrows. |
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| Lionheartdm | May 20 2009, 07:13 PM Post #2 |
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The envoy from the world across was not welcomed with much flare and pomp considering their prompt, nearly unscheduled visit. Yet, they would have the chance this day to meet Maric Augustus II himself, Emperor of the Calari. He was tall with a pair of piercing green eyes and a head of light brown hair. If not odd was his suit of regal armor and the sheathed scabbard that accompanied it. "His Imperial Majesty would like to hear your proposition" Spoke a venerable voice from behind the envoys. An old man who kept himself aloof with a oak walking stick, clad in a set of robes. |
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| Hand of Fate | May 20 2009, 07:22 PM Post #3 |
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Captain O'Bannon spoke then, bowing with due respect to the young emperor. "My government has suggested a joint expedition between our peoples, in an effort to secure certain sensitive materials before other parties manage the same." He straightened his back then, visibly patting the left side of his tweed suit as if straightening a wrinkle. One of the Calari behind O'Bannon spoke then. "Calari, of varied origins, form the largest portion of the Lumecian body politic. We share a bond of blood, your Majesty, and such a venture would be a great opportunity for our peoples to grow even closer." O'Bannon nodded absent mindedly, confirming the other man's words. "Thank you, Agaisaz. My Lord Emperor, I am Captain O'Bannon, a veteran of previous adventures amid the dunes of Xan. The President has proposed that I lead the Lumecian contingent of this suggested venture, if it pleases you." |
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| Lionheartdm | May 20 2009, 08:28 PM Post #4 |
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The old man, now known as Cornelius Nespos, Imperial scribe of the Hagia Ios, moved around the entourage to stand beside his Emperor. A silence fell over the room, all eyes seeming to be upon this old man. "Sires, your visit here was well anticipated. His Majesty is well aware of the close relationship that exists between the Empire and your nation of Lumicia that has, thus far, remained in the dark. What more should then be said? The Empire has long had an interest in the continent of Xan and the secrets it holds. For that reason .. we - " It was then that he was cut off by Maric Augustus II himself as he raised a gloved hand for silence. "I know a man who'll assist in your venture, Captain O'Bannon. It also honors me to see these fine sons of the Calari amongst your entourage. I ask you both depart now .. you've all had your own quarters prepared and I insist you remain in my fair city for the rest of the week." |
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| Hand of Fate | May 20 2009, 08:58 PM Post #5 |
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O'Bannon bowed in thanks, his voice sincere as he slowly rose. "Thank you, your Majesty, we will of course accept your generous offer. Merely send word at your earliest convenience." With that said he turned about and departed with his two Calari companions. |
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| Lionheartdm | May 21 2009, 12:15 AM Post #6 |
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Although brief, the meeting had struck a chord within the Emperor and his council. What mysteries could be found within the vast expanse of Xan? Stories of the continent have been growing more and more frequent amongst the capital. These range from tales of its great hidden wealth to being a land where only a slow death awaits any who venture to deep. Captain O'Bannon and his men would have to wait for their answer, however. While welcomed on their arrival into Ava Neocorate, their presence, even that of O'Bannon's Calari companions, was no longer permissible. It wasn't personal, of course, simply tradition. At least that's what the Lumecians were told. Instead they were escorted back within the city proper and gave residence in the Sun Square district. What awaited them were three rooms in an affluent hotel, each as prestigious as the last. Assigned to them as well was a representative from the Imperial commission in Sophia Ios, the Imperial palace they had recently departed from, which was tasked with finding Captain O'Bannon a counterpart in his expedition to Xan. With that said, the week came and passed. The "City of the Holy Mother" or Motre Calaria was a expansive metropolis that was rich in culture, sights, and a good atmosphere. A place that transcended known beauty. A military officer from Imperial Military Academy, or Cadet's Point, was also present and provided the Empire's honored guests with a display of Calarian military prowess. The most famous Calarian unit present, the Fighting Lumchaks, composed entirely of ethnic Hwong, were perhaps the most impressive. On the final night O'Bannon and his Calari companions had returned after a night of drinking with a group of Calarian officers they had befriended in the city. It was the same as any ordinary night. Oddly enough, during their time at a tavern there was a man with an undistinguished face who seemed overly interested with the trio. It was, of course, noted but after a few goods laughs and a night of drinking that's the last thing you'd expect to be on your mind. The moon was illuminating in the midnight sky with the sounds outside finally coming to a final close. Everything was quiet. "No .. NO.. NOO!" Could be heard, the silence broken with a final scream that sounded awfully painful. Soon following the first scream was another. "Agaisaz!" Yelled out O'Bannon, who seemed only able to arm himself with an unlit light stick. The light in the hallway could be seen flickering on, then off, and on again with a shadow always present along the crevice below the door. "Ga ku lak oola cha" Could be heard, followed by a inhuman whisper amidst a sea of silence. As quickly as it had happened a series of footsteps could be heard as the door swung open, O'Bannon ready to strike before being greeted instead with a man from downstairs, armed with a handgun. It would be discovered that both of O'Bannon companions were brutally murdered. Their rooms torn apart with the walls painted in blood, both men left in grotesque shape. Although shaken, O'Bannon would have one final visit that night. Count Roric Flavius Lorme, a famed man of Calarius, took the shaken Lumecian to the docks. He was told -now- was time to leave. It would seem the young Emperor had decided to personally order said Count to O'Bannon as quickly as possible. Why? That wasn't yet explained. |
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| Hand of Fate | May 21 2009, 12:57 AM Post #7 |
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Captain O'Bannon and his two companions took their leave graciously, accepting that they were no longer welcome within the Imperial Palace. The walk to Sun Square was excited, with Agaissaz bubbling over with tremendous excitement over their previous meeting. It had been his lifelong ambition to treat with the Calarian Emperor, and a lifetime's effort had finally been rewarded. They slept well that night, with O'Bannon preferring to read alone in his room for the duration of the night as his Calari entourage continued to discuss politics and other frivolities on into the waning dawn. Motre Calaria was indeed a beautiful city, and it seemed to possess all the niceties and unneccessary beauties that New Breighton lacked. Patrick O'Bannon fell in love with the city, and was constantly curious about it and its residents. He accorded the Calarian military a great measure of respect, though he remarked jokingly that he ought to bring some men out from the Fourth Infantry Division to "show these dagos what a real fighting man is like". Patrick and his compatriots enjoyed the following nights greatly, though they largely devolved into drinking contests with the locals when O'Bannon's list of sites to visit grew short. For the most part the Captain was victorious in these competitions, and remained remarkedly coherent and lucid even when drunk. It was after one of these "sessions" that the trio returned home yet again to turn in after an unremarkable night. "No .. NO.. NOO!" A voice shrieked in the empty darkness of night, ripping O'Bannon's attentions from the book in his lap. Slowly, cautious not to make a sound, Patrick placed the book on his adjacent lightstand and grasped at a light stick laying prostrate next to it. He rose from the bed then, stepping lightly as he moved to and opened the door. It creaked painfully, as if screeching in protest. As if disturbed by some force of malign intent the hallway's lights flickered fitfully, furthering the Lumecian's sense of wrongness. Another scream shot through the night, a pain-filled howl whose voice Patrick recognized at once. "Agaissaz!" O'Bannon offered in return, his pace quickened along with the beat of his heart. A unearthly voice whispered in an incomprehensible tongue, sounding at once as if it were ahead of him and about him in all directions. Ignoring it the Captain pressed ahead. The door before him burst open and O'Bannon raised his arm to strike, but it was only one of the men assigned to safeguard him and his companions. With an audible sigh of relief he turned about and searched the rest of the premises, thereby discovering the grisly fate of his fellows. It was horrid, disgusting, and heart-wrenching. The gruff Lumecian had seen worse during his time at war, and kept his dinner and drink down even if his guards could not. Disheveled but still as tough and unbendable as shod-steel the Lumecian Captain received his visitor and departed for him for the docks with little said about the incident. They were bound for Dahar, where Lumecian military personnel, supplies, and vehicles were waiting in preparation for their expedition. |
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