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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 26, 2016 1:12:53 GMT
"In the kingdom of Alantus year of our Bunny 543 strife splits the land. A revolt led by the dastardly Sir P33 and his accomplice Baroness jackygirl has divided the nation into those loyal to Queen Snoe the Black Rabbit of Galiore and those who seek to establish a new ruling class. As the Revolutionaries meet the Royal Bunny Corp under Lady Alexodia in battle the Lady-Lee is kidnapped and forced into a betrothal with Baroness jacky. Now as the war reaches its third year everything hangs in the balance. Who will emerge victorious? Can love conquer all? And will Snoe finally get her carrots? Tune in to this forum for an RP of Carrots."
Our opening scene: A valley battlefield deep in the Lupine Highlands. A small force of loyalists led by Sigeberht, Last of the house of Cyneric and Eorl of Aldburg had been ambushed by a much larger yet less well equipped battalion of revolutionary militia. The battle was fierce and bloody ending in a mutual withdrawal as both sides had lost over half their strength. Now on hills either side of the valley armies from both sides draw up their lines for what may become a long stand-off. The command tents begin to fill up with officers as messengers carry word of the imminent battle. On the rebel side the personal standard of Sir P33, the Good Wolf and Vanguard of the revolution is seen while on the loyalist side murmurs spread that Lady Apollinaire, Duchess of Longpost and Overseer of the West is en-route to take command.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 26, 2016 1:54:16 GMT
The Good Wolf paces around his tent muttering to himself and occasionally taking sips from his flask. It has been three long years since he began this war to overthrow the corrupt reign of the The Black Bunny of Galiore and in those three years many bloody battles have been fought but none of them large or decisive enough to give either side a clear advantage. He has the advantage of numbers, many smallfolk have flocked to his cause as a way to air their grievances against the aristocracy but they are poorly equipped, trained and lead whilst the Queen's army is smaller but elite. Now he is being drawn into yet another conflict this time in his ancestral homelands of the Lupine Hills. He has left Jacky his trusted Left Hand in the rebel capital city of Troskien to continue to manage their overall strategy while he leads the fight here. He sniffs the wind once, twice blocking out the smell of sweat and fear emanating from his militia and to focus on the all to familiar scent on the breeze; Sairahiniel Apollinaire Overseer of the West and chief general of the tyrant's forces, a low snarl rises from his throat, she is one of the few who could match him in tactics so her presence here is as unsurprising as it is unwelcome.
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Post by Envy on Nov 26, 2016 2:15:29 GMT
A urchin comes into the pub and hands the King of spades a letter. "Black-Jack look I have news of a skirmish happening between the loyal hounds and the revelist dogs. I can tell you would want to make a quick flip those weapons they would be carrying could make you a hefty mount of carrots. I arrange for you to have a ride to there and I have your things in your ride to the site. Signed, Blue Ears."
After finishing the letter up Senbō takes out a sack of a 100 carrots and give them to the anthromorphic urchin then pets on his head. "Go go get yourself something to eat and drink little one. If anyone tries to steal that from you just say the King of Spades gave to you." The urchin shakes his head up and down then runs off to somewhere. Finishing up his last drink Senbō makes his way out of the pub as the letter said there was a horse drawn carriage waiting for him. Jumping into the back of the carriage Senbō changes into his gear whilst he changes Senbō utters his motto "Once day arrives make haste, once night is drawn make carrots and haste."
In his cloak and armour Senbō sits down in the back of the carriage. Going over his supplies and gear to see if Blue Ears got it all together for him. "How long is this war going to wage on for? Hell I've already have been getting offers to pay off the bounty on me from both the loyals and the rebels. Who should I aide in this war or should I stay out of this and do business in the fray of the night. Decisions decisions only in due time will my choice be made till then I work with the fray of the night and the hue of the day." Sitting down in the rickety carriage Senbō waits for the carriage to arrive to it's destination.
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Post by Envy on Nov 26, 2016 2:16:33 GMT
(Also quick question are we calling the rp currency carrots by any chance?)
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 26, 2016 2:17:15 GMT
(OOC: Of course we are this Snoe's kingdom we're talking about )
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Post by Envy on Nov 26, 2016 2:40:05 GMT
(OOC: Good now I don't have to edit anything.)
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Post by Snoe on Nov 26, 2016 4:23:37 GMT
(OOC:Carrots as an abstract lol not literal carrots think coins with Carrots emblazonned on them, copper carrots, silver carrots, gold carrots and ruby carrots)
Acting all queenly and such was a bt of a bore at times, I’d run from my bodyguards more times than I could count. It was good training for them after all. Donning something a little less royal but still to my feminine tastes, my leather armor was enough for these little treks into enemy territory. Had to find out a little about the people before taking over the area after all.
The rain was starting to come down and the grey mud of this carriage path was spattering with every step... good thing I opted for boots today... specially designed of lapine feet. My parents never were fond of my roaming around like a ‘feral’ undignified of royalty!
Regardless I drew my hood and cloak closed and marched toward the nearest town. Coming upon a carriage waiting in the strangest of places. I eyed the man sitting there and paused for a moment “Hello stranger, is the town nearby?” I asked hiding my ‘sword’ Vyde from sight... a memorable longsword to any that had seen it unsheathed.
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Post by Deaths on Nov 26, 2016 5:12:23 GMT
Blood, fire, and screaming surrounded Artorias an arrow struck him inside the right shoulder. Everything was going black he had to fight on, he swung his bastard sword forward cutting down some innocent farmer just shown how to carry a spear. More blood was on his hands, another flame snuffed out. Trying to scan the battlefield he knew he was completely cut off. He was able to stall the rebels long enough, Sigeberht and his men were able to retreat. Fatigue had set in as his blade falls from his hand. Peasants with clubs encircled him their blows swinging with the fury of the downtrodden.
Just a few days ago he was sitting in a palace; sipping on wine and eating a freshly cooked pig. Snoe had run off again so it was part of his duty to find her. He traveled the countryside checking all her usual hiding spots. Unfortunately Snoe was smart enough to find a new place to escape too each time. He found himself in the Lupine Highlands among friendly units led by Sigeberht. Artorias always respected the man, and felt they got along well enough. Soon the enemy was upon them and Artorias used every ounce of his power to save his comrades.
Waking he saw himself being dragged by his arms as his knees and toes drag through the mud. Two young wolves carry him dressed in the colors of P33 himself. The encampment looked sturdy and decently fortified. "Not bad for commoners." He thought to himself. Soon he has brought into a grand tent The Good Wolf's sigil plastered all over it, inside was the enemy commander no doubt full of questions.
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Post by Serph on Nov 26, 2016 5:55:04 GMT
“Come on horsy, come on!” Sera urged, already sneaking the horse out of the stable towards where she’d last caught sight of the Queen’s trail. “If we don’t hurry General Horsie might catch us,” she continued, urging the beast forwards quietly, it was highly unlikely since the general was away on campaign, but hey a nosy servant might tell him one of the palace horses had disappeared and that was hardly helpful. “Just a little further,” she continued, glancing around the corner. Coast was clear. Leading the horse after her she stepped carefully outside the patrol areas where she wouldn’t be caught before pausing the horse. “Good horse, very good horse,” she complimented, pausing the horse momentarily as she awkwardly scrambled up. “I’ll give you a nice carrot when we get to the town,” she continued, now feeling somewhat stable on the beast. It would have helped if she actually knew how to ride a horse. The humans did it all the time though, how hard could it be? “Trot, trot horsie,” Sera teased, spurring the beast into motion.
Sera rode beautifully and nobly for a first timer! Meaning she managed to stay seated and relatively straight for a while until she tried to turn. “Horsie no!” Sera chimed attempting to twist and otherwise for the horse to turn. It seemed pretty insistent on going forward however. “We need to go this way!” she tried again tugging lightly on the reins and pressing her foot into the horse’s flank. A disgruntled snort was her only response. With a huff she tugged lightly on the reins to try and make the horse at least stop. It kept trotting forward. “Horsie!” Sera complained a little louder as it kept moving. How had the humans managed to stop these things? With much frustration she tried pressing her right leg into the horse’s side. It turned left. “Bad horsie!” Sera hissed in displeasure as she turned. At least she got something right er… left? After some painfully slow left turns the horse was finally on track to follow the trail. At least she wasn’t careless enough to lose it.
Maybe horse riding wasn’t the best way to track down her Queen, but since she didn’t know how far she’d have to walk it had seemed logical. You know, before she remembered she couldn’t ride a horse. She would have made Lone steer, but he’d vanished earlier to search for the Queen and who knew where he’d gone. The Queen had been missing for a day and with Lone sprinting about for the far cities and her scouring the local towns, she assumed the royal bun would be back before nightfall. Unfortunately that was not the case. Fortunately she’d found someone who’d spotted the Queen and could start a trail from there, after she’d gotten a horse. The news was too old for her to catch up on foot so mounted ride it was. Lone missing still was concerning, but he was a royal guard. He’d probably be fine and she had to focus. If nothing else she was on a carriage path and some poor coachman might find her pitiful enough on her horse to explain how to get the beast to cooperate better. If not, well… stopping would be fun. Eyeing the empty path in front of her, Sera kept an eye on the road for other riders and of course her Queen’s trail. If she could spot her queen as well it would only be a plus.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 26, 2016 13:02:28 GMT
"Gods damn it!" Sigeberht's fist came down onto the table, scattering the wooden soldiers placed across it. Marshalling himself, he looked at the scout. "So you are telling me you can find no sign of Sir Artorias, alive or dead?" The scout hesitated, "Not entirely my lord. We found no body to be sure. But we did find this." Unwrapping the mass of cloth he had brought with him, the scout revealed what was within. "Sir Artorias' blade."
"Well, that settles it. I can hardly imagine Sir Artorias abandoning his blade willingly, and given that you found no body, that leads me to assume he has been captured by the enemy." Looking up from the sword at the scout Sigeberht nodded at him "Thank you for report. You are dismissed."
A voice rumbled from the back of the tent, "I know what you're thinking kid. You want to ride right into the enemy camp to rescue this knight. If you do, all you are going to accomplish is getting him and you killed. You should-"
"Wait for General Apollinarie, I know Ekenbrand." Sigeberht interrupted. Ekenbrand was his oldest companion, the man-at-arms who had first taught a young Sigeberht how wield a blade back in Aldburg and who had remained by him even after his lands had been stolen. Now the leader of his Gesith, Ekenbrand made it his mission to challenge every decision Sigeberht made to make sure the impetuous general had thought it through.
"I don't plan on charging into the rebel camp just to die on their spears. But neither will I allow a man who many of us owe our lives to languish as a prisoner." Returning his attention to the map, Sigeberht began setting up the piece before continuing, "So don't worry old man. I have a plan."
"Firstly we wait until nightfall, before dispatching scouts to ascertain the location of Sir Artorias. Once they have then the Gesith will ride to link up with them. While they are doing this we send another detachment of our men to this hill here." Sigeberht punctuated this by stabbing at the hill in question. "It's upwind of their camp so any rebels with a sharp sense of smell won't be able to detect them. Once they get there they are to light fires and make a lot of noise to create the impression that General Apollinaire has arrived ahead of schedule. Then the rest of our forces start to form up into a battle line to make the rebels think that we intend to attack now that we have reinforcements. Once they muster their forces to meet us, the scouts and the Gesith spring from hiding, ride into their now mostly empty camp, recover Sir Artorias and make haste out of the camp before the rebels realise they've been tricked."
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Post by Envy on Nov 26, 2016 13:08:11 GMT
Hearing a voice form the back of the carriage Senbō perks up. "If you want to know where the nearest town is then all you want to do is continue down this road east. Here if you want then hop on in back and we'll be able to take you there I here there going to be a battle nearby and I cannot deny a traveler safe passage" Says Senbō as he makes room in the back of the carriage.
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 26, 2016 15:12:32 GMT
Travelling on horses was beyond awful, Saira mused sullenly as her company headed down the main open path in a trot, coming to near the end of the dense forest surrounding Longpost and heading out to the main road towards the capitol, where the Queen and the other Loyalist leaders resided. Well, the Queen was supposed to be there; she seriously doubted whether she would actually be there, due to her tendency for forays into dangerous areas. She wouldn't usually complain about such things if she didn't do it on her own time, her eyes glazing over in boredom as she heard the routine trot of the several horses of her trusted escort. It wasn't even horses, actually; she enjoyed riding on horses. It's just the pace; a trot was so boring. Heading off now means that they would get there much quicker, and they could get the show underway. Her eyes continuing to grow distant in daydreams, she didn't notice the one riding next to her notice her thought process being displayed all over her face.
"We will get there in due time, my Lady-" Clea started calmly, her mouth quirking upwards into an almost imperceptible smirk when Saira jumped slightly, instantly being brought out of her stupor. "-as we always do. We will need to camp for the night when the forest rejoins the land, but pushing the horses is neither kind nor wise, since we'll need them again a few days later."
"It's not impatience; I have important business to be carrying out." Saira bit back just as casually, refusing to look at her knight and looking straight ahead passive-aggressively.
"As do we all, my Lady." Clea responded just as calmly, her smirk widening slightly. "Granted, most of it isn't spent in tedious meetings with generals and most of it is guarding you, but we have a purpose, same as you." Feeling her lady's fabled gaze of annoyance come to rest upon her, she calmly turned her head to look at her lady in bemusement. "We will get there safely, my Lady, as we always do. We always have this conversation whenever we come to the capitol, and every time has the same outcome. Must we go through this again, my Lady?" She asked softly, her calmness not betraying the boldness of her question. Seeing her lady execute her patented eyebrow raise of surprised bemusement, she also felt the many eyes of the other soldiers of her escort land on her, with the ones ahead of them staring straight ahead, but clearly listening with amusement; there wasn't any baited breath of nervousness within the escort. Everyone, including their lady knew that nobody else would dare speak to her in such a casually challenging manner. Mainly because there was nobody else whom she would allow to get away with it. As everybody expected, their lady rolled her eyes.
"Fine. But expect complaints." Saira added somewhat childishly, staring ahead at the road once more. Rolling her eyes with the knowledge that her lady was still watching her out of the corner of her eye, Clea's imperceptible smirk slowly returned as her lady raised her eyebrow in bemusement once more. The forest was on the horizon once more, and it would be nightfall in a few hours; once they had spent the night, they should arrive at the capitol somewhere around the middle of the next day.
Also seeing what Clea was seeing, Saira sighed dramatically in boredom. She wanted to be back at Longpost; locking herself away within her library and reading everything in there for the thousandth time, waiting eagerly for the next shipment of books from her father at Eyse Dorei, the Elven capitol and centre of knowledge, where he would take her on trips when she was a child, showing her the vast troves of knowledge and warfare that the Elves possessed. She felt her mouth curl up into a smirk at the thought. It had been far too long since her last point of contact with her father; she must endeavour to change that. She did have an obligation to her people and the people of Alantus by doing her part in this fairly pointlessly destructive civil war, but sometimes she did hear the voice of her father in the back of her head asking her to not get involved. Feeling her father's voice fade away into her mind, she came back into reality to see that the forest was much closer than before; quite a ways away, but still closer than previous. She must have been daydreaming for a while; she tended to do that. Sighing again, she spurred her horse on slightly and motioned for the others to follow, figuring Clea would not object to a slight speed up.
With her slight delay, they would have had to inevitably start with some operations at the least; she just hoped that Sigeberht didn't screw it up too much until she got there.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 26, 2016 15:52:51 GMT
The Good Wolf was just finishing his flask of Ursine whiskey when his aide-de-camp, a large demi-fox named Felix, called out to him "A couple of the boys have captured an enemy sir. Looks to be pretty high-up from his armor and how many he killed before we took him down." P33 closed his eyes for a second and focused on getting his head straight before answering "Very good I'll be right out." Adjusting his sword he stepped out of the tent he did a quick sweep of the surrounding camp with his eyes to make sure it wasn't a trap before zeroing in on the man in front of him. He was held between two of his personal guard, wolves who had been with him since before the revolution began and his most elite troops, the young man was dressed in dirty green robes but the good plate beneath reveled his true status, a most valuable prize. "I thought I knew most of the knights under the tyrant's command but I must confess I do not recognize you sir. Might I hve the honor of knowing your name?" Said P33 crouching down so his face was almost level with that of the captive's.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 26, 2016 16:07:02 GMT
Night had fallen uneventfully before Sigeberht made his move. Mounting up with his Gesith they rode quietly through the night to the meeting point where his scouts waited. Arriving at the meeting point a voice hissed out of the darkness, "The pass-phrase, now!"
"Honour and duty" Ekenbrand gave the pass-phrase, whereapon the scouts materialised out of the woods.
"Hail, General," their leader spoke quietly. "We have spotted Sir Artorias being hauled towards a tent flying the flag of the traitor P33. Most likely he is being interrogated by the traitor as we speak."
"Well then, let us hope that our diversionary force is ready soon." Sigeberht said. "In the meantime we should take up positions to charge on their camp." No sooner than he said that then the sound of many horns reverberated throughout the forest. Every solider sent on decoy duty had been issued a war-horn help create the illusion of a large force bearing down on the rebels position. Hearing the sounds of horns answering from his main force, Sigeberht knew that his forces would be forming up into a battle line to give the impression that they were preparing an assault.
"It appears we must make haste if we wish to be in position to charge. Show us the way quickly." Sigeberht commanded the scouts, who hasted to mount their horses and being leading the Gesith towards the enemy camp.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 26, 2016 17:43:57 GMT
The Baroness Jacky passes a baleful eye over the others sitting around the table and they all begin to look noticeably nervous as her gaze touches each of them. The "leaders" of the revolution, hmph, half of them were uneducated peasants and the other half noble idealists if it wasn't for her this revolution would have fallen apart years ago. "Very well ladies and gentlemen you have your instructions now I suggest you carry them out." They practically dash out of the room no doubt fearing that to displease her will mean waking up with a dagger at their throats, to be fair she'd only done that to a council member once and she hadn't killed him just scared him into stop questioning her orders. She heaved a sigh and looked out her window at the bustling streets of Troskien. As a large industrial city with a resentful under-class it had been the perfect place for the revolution to begin she'd spent three months before hand massaging rebel sentiment and carefully arming them before an aristocrat had lit the spark by beating to death an urchin boy who'd spooked his horse. The aristocrat had been the first of his kind to hang but certainly not the last as the mobs overthrew the fat pigs their guards either defecting or joining their masters in the charnel pits. Troskien also sat on the road leading to the largest opening into the under-realm so now the rebellion controlled the majority of trade with the deep dwarves, goblins and of course her people the Drow. A belch of smoke rose from one of the foundries turning dwarven iron into arms for the revolutionaries.
It had been a stressful day... she knew what would help her relax! She unlocked the stairs to the dungeon using the key on a chain around her neck and entered her beloved's cell although cell perhaps wasn't the right word for no cell had ever been as luxurious as this; a queen-sized bed, silk cushions, a small library and even a dumb waiter connecting to the kitchens (carefully guarded at the other end of course) also no torture implements, she was saving those for after they were married. "H-how are you today my love?" The baroness asked her grey skin turning pink she blushed deeply.
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Post by Lady-Lee on Nov 26, 2016 19:54:21 GMT
The Lady Lee may, or may not have been halfway into the dumb waiter when the Baroness entered. After a somewhat awkward fall out of the waiter leaving Lee ass over tea kettle and staring at what she expects is a rather unimpressed drow.
"Um... Well what the fuck did you expect?"
After taking a moment of getting back to her feet Lee approaches Jacky giving a tired sigh.
"Look, I don't doubt your intentions but your methods of trying to make me love you are a little..." Lee gives a look around the lavish cell "Well it's kinda crazy."
After a brief moment Lee walks over to the lavish oak dinner table and sits at. With a tired wave she signal Jacky to come sit with her.
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Post by Envy on Nov 26, 2016 20:38:13 GMT
Clearing the things away so that the traveler can hop into the back. "So you want to ride with me into town traveler?" Asking the hooded Snoe he removes his hood then stretches out then says "The name is Michael Ranlong if I'm not imposing on you may I have your name please?"
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 26, 2016 20:46:18 GMT
Baroness Jacky takes a seat opposite her love. "But this how things are done in the under-world you approach your love and if they reject you with insults then you kidnap them and hold them until they relent, it they reject you politely it means they lack spirit and are unworthy." Her blush deepens further as she meets Lee's enchanting blue eyes "You rejected me with language fouler then any I've ever heard and I knew in that moment I could only ever love you."
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Post by Lady-Lee on Nov 26, 2016 22:20:12 GMT
Lee takes a moment to process what she just heard, trying as hard as she can to think of something to say in response. After a moment of Jacky gazing lovingly into Lee's very dumbstruck face she finally starts to speak.
"Dude what the fuck? Thats not how shit works, with my clan you ask 'em out, give some flowers maybe give them a deer you skinned but if they say no you leave them alone. That's it, no crazy kidnapping, no forced marriage, no insane bullshit. Do you understand?"
With a tired sigh Lee looks around the cell, this place is lavished with items that could probably buy her clan a dozen new wagons. Jacky clearly has good intent, the method might be a little crazy but her heart is in the right place. Sometimes she forgets that some cultures aren't as peaceful as hers, for all she knows this might be a common practice among other groups.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 26, 2016 22:32:41 GMT
Jacky thought about it for a moment "So what you're saying is I need to bring you some murdered vegetation and the corpse of a creature I skinned? Well that's easy! I know someone who can flay the skins from lots of different creatures, although he normally does it while they're still alive... but I'm sure he could teach me how to skin dead ones!" Normally Jacky felt so poised and in control but around Lee she found herself babbling like a foolish child. If Lee wanted dead things then dead things she would have Jacky would give her enough corpses to fill a castle! Without their skins of course that sounded like an important part of the process. If she did this would Lee finally relent? If she did then they could be married and then... Jacky somehow managed to turn an even deeper shade of pink as she though of all the bindings and other toys in her bedroom.
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 26, 2016 22:43:07 GMT
Idly laying across her bed in her makeshift tent, her guards outside, various thoughts ran through her head as she lazily tossed a ball straight up into the air and expertly catching it as it came down, repeating the motion constantly as her mind retreated into itself. Some of the operations Sigeberht would be carrying out would undoubtedly fringe on the forests close to the capitol, but those forests were days away by horse; they were fine. You would have to ride for days to even reach the beginning of where the lands stopped being Loyalist-controlled; they were well within Loyalist territory. So then why did she feel so antsy? Seeing something move out of the corner of her eyes, she expertly caught the ball in her outstretched hand, her left arm raised to the sky as she kept her gaze planted on the ceiling of the tent.
"I know you're outside my tent; I would like a very good reason." She declared authoritatively to whomever was watching her, her eyes hardened in suspicion.
"I could give you a multitude, my Lady; must I choose one?" Came a teasing voice from the end of the tent, her suspicion-hardened eyes instantly softening upon seeing Clea demurely enter the tent with a soft smile. She felt one half of her mouth curl upwards into a bemused smirk, her left eyebrow raising upwards as she turned her head sideways to rest on the bed, seeing the intruder walking slowly towards her with familiarity.
"This is highly inappropriate, your being here. After all, you are my knight." She spoke in a deadpan voice to her intruder, an element of teasing sneaking into her tone.
"Your personal knight, remember? Everyone knows that. I protect you as best I can; I can't very well protect you from dangers inside when I'm outside, can I?" Clea returned with a demure smirk, squatting down with her head several inches away from her Lady's, never taking her eyes off of her Lady's gaze.
"There was the time you took on four assassins at once without a scratch with no weapon without even waking me up." Saira acquiesced with a slight head tilt, her mind casting back to waking up with several unconscious bodies around her bed, her knight casually dusting herself down as if it was an everyday occurrence. She still maintained that she had ingested a sleeping potion somehow; she wasn't exactly a light sleeper, but she wasn't that hopeless. Probably the assassins themselves.
"Most of the men are asleep for now; they'll wake up when it's their shift to guard. Most of the things are packed, and we'll be able to head off first thing tomorrow. We'll reach the capitol early in the day." She relayed to her lady, before tilting her head slightly to the side to match the position of her Lady's face, if only slightly. "You look troubled. What's up?" She asked quietly, her concern evident in her voice as her Lady's face morphed into one of worry and face back upwards to the ceiling of the tent. She never could hide anything from her. It had been a very long time since she had tried.
"I'm just thinking about Father." Saira admitted, her eyes glazing over as the memories of her father began to swamp her mind. "He never really wanted me to get involved in this. He knew I would; my skills and my connection to the Queen? It was inevitable, but...I think he's always been hopeful that I would immerse myself a bit more in Elven life. Despite the fact that I'd probably be lynched should I set up a home in Laethyr. Now, it's been three years, and still nothing has happened; even these military excursions are growing tedious. We've pushed back the revolutionists further back than we expected, but it's like they refuse to go down, hmm? Sometimes I wonder if it would be worth it if I just went back to Longpost. Or even Eyse Dorei."
"You won't, though." Clea spoke up softly, causing her head to turn to the side once more and see her knight wearing a soft smile. "You're always bouncing off of the walls at Longpost even when there's strife; here, you're in your element. Even if you do have to work with others, you care too much to walk away. You always do, despite this veneer of abrasiveness you give off." She professed demurely, her mouth raising up into a teasing smirk as her Lady raised an eyebrow in bemusement once more.
"If only the rest of them knew just how many times you've stopped me from murdering them from irritation..." Saira added with a quiet chuckle, neither one of them willing to break the intimate quiet between them, before moving her eyes up to meet Clea's gaze.
"I try, my Lady." Clea murmured softly, her smile still evident on her face as she closed the small distance between them and captured her Lady's lips in a soft kiss. Returning the kiss with no hint of hesitation, Saira pushed forward slightly, deepening the kiss with love and feeling Clea's hand rest softly behind her head, both of them lost in the moment. There was a lot of things she had to do for her duty, Saira mused faintly in the back of her head as she continued deepening the kiss, feeling her heart swell in the way that only Clea could bring out. There would always be her duty that she had to follow; perhaps she would never escape it. But right now, there was no duty she had to follow; no obligations she had to fulfil or or wrongs she had to right.
Just her. Only her.
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Post by Lady-Lee on Nov 26, 2016 23:05:12 GMT
Lee face palmed, realizing she may have to walk Jacky through some of this.
"The flowers are meant to be pretty, not a murdered plant. But anyways I was never one for pretty things, I prefer things be practical. Hence the deer, for you know food, fur, bones, y'know shit you need to live." After a moment Lee has brief moment of curiosity. "Have, have you never been out of a city?"
Again Lee finds herself looking around the room, realizing this was made by someone who lived with these kinds of luxuries. A life so very different from her own.
"Look... don't worry about the deer, just don't be too crazy okay. Please? Oh, and as for the blushing, if you're thinking about "those" kinds of things I'll have you know I'm a lady with certain standards... despite my fucking language."
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 26, 2016 23:31:00 GMT
"Oh no I wasn'- I mean I was but- well I wouldn't before the ceremony do anything you know wrong I mean- you know what I mean!" Jacky found herself stopping and starting as she tried to cover her embarrassment at how easily the beautiful elf had seen through her.
"To answer your question I grew up in my clan hold of Peversia in the Kingdom of Shadows but when I was ten years of age my clan was outmanoeuvred by an alliance of rivals and we were forced to flee to the surface less we be destroyed. We spent three horrible weeks wandering this blighted sunlit countryside before we were attacked by slavers. The others died rather then be slaves but I was so scared I let them take me. If Sir P33 hadn't rescued me I might have ended up washing some merchant-prince's floor or worse."
"He took me here to Troskien and I swore that I would follow him no matter what. I'd already been trained in the arts of espionage and politics as all noble Drow are from the age of three but I spent the next eight years training myself and paving the way for my master's revolt and then I met you when on a visit to the palace. And well, you know the rest. So no I have never spent much time out of the city I have agents for that sort of thing."
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Post by Deaths on Nov 27, 2016 3:28:40 GMT
"Artorias Vordt son of Varric Vordt former chief of the Flaming Skull clan, of the great swamp of Farron." He chocked his throat beyond dry, he pulls his hood down removing his helmet. His hair was cut just a few days ago so it was no more then two inches long, the beginnings of a beard formed on his face. Sweat covered his head the cool air blew past making him feel slightly better."Pryomancer and last true priest of the sacred flame." Those words saddened him, it was true that a pyromancer didn't have to come from the swamps, but that's where it was the most pure. With his clan destroyed there was no one left to teach the old ways. "Honor guard of the true ruler of Alantus Queen Snoe. Long may she reign!" His loyalty unwavering he stared straight into the eyes of the beast.
With his head still attached it was safe to assume he was going to be ransomed back. "Am I a guest in your camp Lord P33, or shall I be taken to the stocks?" He asked in a hushed tone his voice giving out on him. "May I trouble you for some water My lord?" Exhaustion has completely set in at this point "I apologize for my lack of grace, I've had a strenuous day." A smile forms across his face. "Now onto why I am here, I was sent to negotiate your surrender."
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Post by Lady-Lee on Nov 27, 2016 4:10:20 GMT
Lee felt a twinge of guilt for assuming Jacky had it easy and for a moment felt the need to apologize, at least till she remembered that she's still a prisoner.
"Look, I get that shit sucked for you, I mean my clan has been hit by slavers before and it's scary and I don't blame you for siding with the usurper since he saved you but..."
Lee stood from her chair placing both her hands on the surface and leaning in towards Jacky.
"You still kidnapped me and won't let my clan even know I'm okay. Your boss started a war with the ruler, and while I may not give a shit about who rules your godsdammed cities, war is still a bad fucking thing. Also, if there was some sort of political reason for keeping me you should know my Lady title is kind of bullshit, I was only made lady so wood elves had a technical member in the royal court... hell the only reason you saw me there was because I have to make an appearance every couple months. But anyways fuck you, you crazy kidnapper, I'm going away... and by away I mean my anger corner since I can't leave."
With this Lee gets up and walks to a random room corner, glaring at Jacky the whole time.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 27, 2016 4:41:29 GMT
The Good Wolf lets out a deep laugh "You have balls I'll give you that Sir Artorias but I'm afraid you are a long way from your swamp and your Queen is not here more's the pity otherwise I could end this war today." He gestures for Felix to hand him a fresh flask and offers it to the beaten knight. "This is Ursine Whiskey and I can guarantee you it's better then water any day. Now as for your 'mission' I'm afraid I will only except peace following the exile of your Queen and all her brown-nosing aristocrats so that this land may be ruled by the people for the people." A sad smile crosses his lips. "I won't lie some days I am tempted to end all this... but no in truth this war began twelve years ago, although only I knew it, and I have sacrificed too much to not see it through to the bitter end."
"You will be treated as a guest in my camp for three days if at the end of those three days no man from my army has come forward with proof that you have used your power to abuse those beneath you then you will be traded back to your Queen for some of my men however if someone does come forward and their evidence is convincing then I'm afraid by the charter of the Revolution I am required to hang you. The wolf's mouth twists into a grim line "I suggest you hope that you haven't wronged any of your 'inferiors' who might have held a grudge."
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Post by Deaths on Nov 27, 2016 5:49:17 GMT
Drinking deep from the flask Artorias felt it burn a hole through his body. It filled him with warmth and he felt better immediately. Looking up at the wolf he spoke. "Why do I feel like you just tricked me into drinking your piss?" Artorias laughed it has been a long time since he felt so relaxed with the state of the war, the constantly running away queen, and everyone else being so serious all the time. "I'm sorry for your gallows though they will be just like your women; disappointed." He joked again this time getting a few soldiers to chuckle a bit.
It was true that Artorias was a good man who never used his authority to harm anyone. "My father..." A solem look crosses his face, he raises the flask to the sky "May his soul kindle the flame." He whispers to himself. "My father always told me that those who were weak deserved what they got. In my youth that made sense, but the world is more complex than that. Besides my father was strong and he still lost everything, so did he deserve it maybe." He shoots a glance towards his host. "You have brave men with you, they believe in you and they believe in your cause. Do not betray that belief or you will find yourself alone, with an empire of dirt." Sipping from the flask he locks eyes with the wolf. Night was about to come. Even though this day is over the battle was just beginning.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 27, 2016 18:49:14 GMT
"Hah you have a mouth on you, you remind me of myself when I was younge-" "SIR, SIR!" A young militia scout came running out of the setting sun into the camp. "The enemy are forming up sir, all of them! They're going to attack us sir!" The humor disappeared from the Wolf's face in an instant. "Get everyone formed up into a spearwall. NOW SOLDIER!" Men began scrambling for their weapons and rushing to the perimeter of the camp as war horns blared in the distance. "I will command from here." Said Sir P33. "Inform all commanders to report to me when they are in position." He turned to the prisoner "My apologies sir but I'm afraid we will have to continue this entertaining discussion later, please don't try anything foolish my guards will be watching you closely and I would rather not see such a promising young man die here."
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Post by silent15 on Nov 27, 2016 19:50:04 GMT
From his hiding place Sigeberht watched as the enemy camp descended into a flurry of activity, men and women alike hastening towards the perimeter. "They muster quickly and well for a militia" he thought to himself. "Still no match one on one for a professional soldier, but their leader has trained them well under the circumstances."
Now that the camp was largely clear of enemies, Sigeberht slipped his shortbow free of its harness on his horse's flank before turning to the men with him, "Time to show these farm boys what real soldiers look like! Gesith with me, scouts cover our flanks and make sure we have a path to withdraw down! Now everybody, CHARGE!"
Kicking his heels into his horse's flank, Sigeberht spurred it onwards towards the camp, feeling the same thrill he always did when leading a charge towards the enemy.
Upon reaching the camp perimeter, it became clear that the ruse had worked as this side of the camp was nearly deserted and the few who were still there were in no shape to stop the headlong charge of twenty heavy cavalry.
Bursting into the clearing where the enemy general's tent stood, Sigeberht took in the situation at a glance. On his knees, but looking relativity unharmed, was Sir Artorias. Standing a few paces away from him were a pair of guards, looking taken aback by the sudden appearance of the Gesith. But it was the fourth figure, already turning to face them, who held Sigeberht's attention. A tall wolf, with grey fur, dressed in fine chainmail and a surcoat. This was the rebel leader P33 himself! If they could kill or capture him then they could end the war right here. So while the rest of his Gesith drove off the two guards and Ekenbrand hoisted Sir Artorias onto his horse, Sigeberht brought up his bow, took aim and let fly an arrow at the rebel commander.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 27, 2016 20:42:49 GMT
Jacky stood up and silently left the room. Normally Lee's swearing just made her more excited but today she actually felt kind of bad. P33 had told her this wasn't a good idea but she hadn't listened and he'd only let her kidnap her when she'd convinced him that Lee could be a good hostage against the wood elves if for some reason they entered the war and the loyalist side. She sighed, well she still had three meetings and two assassinations to organise today so might as well get on with it.
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