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Post by Envy on Dec 14, 2016 12:17:39 GMT
"Ah a lady of the hares and will I haven't the honor to meet a Galore Rabbit till now." Senbō finishes eat his soup. "Ah me in these times of conflict I don't when know who to side with The Loyalists who fight for their own way of life. Then there the Rebels who fight for another way of life, this way of life is supported for the common people. They both have their ways but both also have there flaws. Me I rather go back and helpy hometown of Innistrad during it's times of need." Senbō taking a drink of Mead for his tankard.
"Enough of war my sneaky friend since you're a person of that profession. I myself am a scout for hire one of the best around these parts of the land!" Taking one last swig from his tankard he sets down with a *whomp* on the table and let's out a hearty laugh. (OOC: Got it after this I'm having someone come into the pub.)
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Post by Envy on Dec 14, 2016 19:03:37 GMT
Mëna in the carriage rides off towards Ashford if I keep this up i'll arrive by moon's fall. Genghis soaring in the air guides her almost as if he like if he was apart of the sky above her.
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The two mercenaries outside the tavern finally steeled their nerves and finally come into the pub looking around for the king of spades they search and search trying not to draw attention to himself. Shelis getting argany calls out "The king of spades come out of hiding we know you're among this people. Put your hands up or we will have to take you back dead and that sadly will make us lose out on so gold carrots so come quietly!" Shelis does one last look around and no one hands are in the air so she and Lug walk over to the table with Snoe and Senbo. Lug pipes up "Let us see your hand! People say that they have a spade tattoo on there hand."
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Post by Raz on Dec 16, 2016 15:00:47 GMT
Dillinger eye's immediately cut from the woman's form to the surrounding tree line. "John, take six men and check it out. I don't want a repeat of Syriac." He said thinking back to the time when local bandits had attacked their caravan in much the same way. John, a stocky northern man with ratty grease stricken hair, stepped forward with a group of six other northern men. They drew their blades from their sheathes as they cautiously approached the body. Their eyes cutting to the tree line constantly. Each moving branch could be a bow arm pulling back, each bush could hold a blood thirsty bandit. They formed a small circle around the woman, facing out towards the forest. John gently shook her shoulder with no response. He rolled her over to find she had a large cut on her forehead. Her face was black and blue, her lip must've been busted some time ago as it had already begun to scab over. Now that he was closer to the poor woman he could see her clothes were torn. He felt his heart drop at the sight of her, he gently put his hand to her neck. He felt the gentle thumping of a heart not ready to give up. This raised his spirits just a bit, he put his hands underneath her and lifted her up into his arms as though she weighed nothing. In the same tight nit formation they moved with their sergeant back to the caravan. One wagon which had been transporting spare bed rolls was converted into a makeshift bed for the abused woman. She murmured the word, "No..." as they laid her down onto the makeshift bed. After she had been tucked into the wagon, John and his six went back to where they found her. The checked the nearby brush for any signs of what happened here. A call went up after a few minutes of searching. "Oi! Found something, looks like..ah hell." After a brief moment of men moving towards their comrade they found what he was speaking of. There were undergarments and tacks leading deeper into the woods.
(Will be editing this throughout the day)
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Post by Envy on Dec 16, 2016 15:20:14 GMT
Taking one last drink from his tankard; Senbo rolls up his sleeve to reveal his tan hand and no tattoo whatsoever "Sorry but if you're really looking for him please get a better source of information then please I've had so many people do the same exact thing before." Pulling down his fabric face mask he relives a spade tattoo on his left cheek "So for other future attempts of capturing me please let it be known the tattoo is on my face."
Lug and Shelis both grin there face resembling the grins of hyenas before they had there next meal, Shelis pulls out a falchion for her side while Lug reaches behind him to produce an axe form his back. Senbo clicking his fingers together three more of him appear out of thin air they begin to walk around till there mixed up in a random order. In sync they all say together "Guess which one is the real king of spades and then we'll come quietly guess wrong well you will not like what will happen then so pick which one is the real me."
"Quit playing these games you shmok!” Shelis slashes at one of the Senbos *poof* in a burst of smoke one of the clones disappears from sight; "You have one more chance to guess right you idiots!" Say Senbo egging the two would-be mercenaries all whilst having fun along the way of doing this. Lug boiling with rage he slams his axe down on another one of the Senbos to have that one poof info smoke "NOW JUST COME AND STOP PLAYING GAMES WITH US! YOU DEGENERATE THIEF YOU ACT LIKE A HERO WHEN ALL YOU ARE IS A COLD HEART ILLUSIONIST!" Lug's screams fill the room silent encases the room laughing prices the room the last two illusion poof back into smoke.
From behind the two "You two schmucks obviously didn't make the cut for loyalists or rebels." Using his cane to hook Shelis' leg then pulls back to have her fall to the ground then uses the back end of his cane to knock her unconscious. Lug's face glowing red like hot coals charges him as he just hurt his partner for Senbo to step to the side and holds out his leg to trip causing him to land onto the floor below him. Senbo walking towards him says aloud " Like I said before the reason why I do this is to make others life better than what I had to go through before." Then with a swift move on his cane Lug is unconscious. "Great so now I have to clean up more than usually now." Sighs Kell as he sets a tankard back on the bar.
Looking back at Snoe, he starts to walk by towards then says "I'm dearly sorry about lying to you madam but then again we're both telling a lie in the end so in the end we're both good." Taking out some silver carrots and placing them on the table. He walks past her and whispers "If you want to talk about something else Queenie then follow me." Then with the opening of the door cold air fills the room then out goes the king himself.
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Post by Snoe on Dec 17, 2016 1:55:48 GMT
Snoe watched the scene with interest, a little smirk of interest building as she leaned back eating her meal and drinking her drink. A free hand at the ready to step in with a little flick of a spell into one of her pins. A small lightning bolt attached to make a show of it, but that was a dead giveaway, because how many people used spell-sword magic let alone lightning style.
The madness was quickly and swiftly brought to an end by the King of Spades it seemed. A nice gentleman and talented in a fight, though it would be interesting to spar with such a man. The queen was a match for some of the very best in the kingdom having been taught by the finest soldiers in the kingdom and some from beyond.
By the time the scuffle was done so was Snoe's meal and the invitation to leave was more than welcome "After you good sir Spade." Winking at him and standing, peeling back the cloak with a hand on her blade "And call me 'Queenie' again and you'll have a much bigger fight on you hand than these two luv buns." Giving him a pat on the behind before leaving together.
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Post by Alexodia on Dec 17, 2016 16:51:42 GMT
Her face continually hardening as she listened intently to Sigeberht's debrief of the situation, never taking her eyes off of the small boy looking up at her from inside the carriage, her jaw locked in suppressed anger. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she opened her eyes again to fix her gaze once again upon the small boy in the carriage for several silent seconds.
"This has turned into one massive shit-show." She declared in a calm voice, jerking her head to the side slightly to fix Sigeberht with a gaze out of the corner of her eye. After a few more seconds of silence, she suddenly jerked her head out of the back of the carriage and closing the curtain, cutting off her view of the boy before she turned around to fully face Sigeberht. "I really do not like the sound of a 'King' arriving with his droves of soldiers; even though he was apparently drunk out of his mind, there are few people you can trust to tell you the truth more than drunkards." She admitted with a half-hearted shrug, her expression belying her casual manner. "Although I still don't know what went on here." She admitted in a low tone, taking several seconds to alleviate her racing mind. Her expression darkening, she snapped her head to the side to fix Sigeberht's elven companion with a glare, ready to spring into action only to feel the words dying in her throat as she realised that the elven companion was no longer there. Her eyebrows furrowing in confusion, she turned her head to the other side of the tent before she heard Clea casually clearing her throat behind her. Turning around in curiosity, her eyes widened in admitted surprise as she took sight of the boy at Clea's feet, bound even tighter with an added blindfold around his eyes, squirming but hardly making any sound, to his credit. Raising her eyebrow in slight amusement at the predicament, she watched as Clea nonchalantly shrugged, letting her know exactly what had happened. "Okay, that's impressive." Saira softly admitted, her tone distant as if her mind was wandering. Regaining her faculties, turned her head to look at Sigeberht once more, her expression patient and amused.
"Not that you can't keep track of your own men," she began casually, the picture of calm. "But where did our two new arrivals go? I probably need to have a chat with them about all of this. Especially since I'm a little bit starved for details, hmm?"
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Post by Raz on Dec 17, 2016 23:38:02 GMT
After being blindfolded and laid at the feet of Clea, everything seemed to grow distant for the boy. It had all gone so very wrong, it was his fault and now there was nothing he could do about it. The voices stopped seeming as important as they had mere moments ago. Mustering up his remaining strength Wilhelm forced himself up onto his knees. He brought his now numb and blood starved hands in front of face. He dipped his head downward and began to mutter into his gag in a language none around him had heard before. "Vater unser, der du bist im Himmel, Geheiligt werde dein Name. Dein Reich komme. Dein Wille geschehe auf Erden,Wie es im Himmel ist. Gib uns heute unser tägliches Brot. Und vergib uns unsere Schuld, Da wir ihnen, die vergeben Vergehen gegen uns. Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung,Sondern Sie Erlöse uns von dem Bösen. Denn dein ist das Reich, Die Kraft und die Herrlichkeit, Für immer und ewig. Amen." As he finished his prayer he tilted his head up until he's looking up at the kind knight from earlier. Though he was still blindfolded, he knew it had to be her he was put before. "Hello again..." He said through his gag.
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Post by silent15 on Dec 18, 2016 0:03:02 GMT
"I think I can hear Artorias singing by the campfire, so you might want to try there. As for details, you know as much as I do now. You're welcome to try and get more information out of the boy. Only.... somehow I doubt he'll be willing to talk to you after your last encounter. Lady Strange on he other hand," Here Sigeberht inclined his head respectfully towards Clea, "might have more success."
Gesturing for them to step away so that the kid wouldn't overhear them he continued, "Perhaps if you were to imply that he had already given away too much information and that Jaeger was marching into a trap that we'd laid based on that information. Hearing it from a source that he somewhat trusts may well take some of the defiance out of him. If he's convinced that the situation for his king is hopeless, then it might be possible to convince him to give up more information to help us end the battle quickly and with minimal casualties."
"Either way, he's in your hands now. I need to see to dispatching scouts to get some information on Jaeger's forces. I don't like the idea of fighting him blind." Turning to leave he pasued before adding, "One more thing. I trust you know this but the Wolf and Jaeger are natural allies against us. And if they attack us together we won't stand a chance. So we have to take one of them out of the picture before they can merge forces. Given that the Wolf has a pretty solid defensive position I favour using the fact we know where Jaeger will be to ambush him en route. But we have a pretty small window of opportunity to act on this. So unless you can come up with an alternate plan in a few hours, I will order the army to march on Jaeger's position."
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Post by Serph on Dec 18, 2016 3:28:03 GMT
Feeling successful in her escape, Sera slowed her pace a tad and continued to search. Peeking diligently out from her hiding spots at clumps of people to search for Artorias. If she was a limping fool, where would she go? Silly question, she’d have gone to the medical tent, but that wasn’t where Artorias was. After all, she’d passed the medical tent and it was strangely empty of foolish teens with gaping head wounds, hence her current search. She knew her intuition had been on to something, though thankfully she hadn’t seen any obnoxious blood stains that would indicate he fell and laid somewhere for a while. Small comfort considering she still didn’t know where he was.
Several stops, a bit of luck and a few helpful soldiers later and she was pretty sure she’d found her idiot. If not, she certainly pitied whomever else also had a pyromaniac friend who had a bad habit of wandering off when injured. Following the scent of fire and the upturned earth from where someone had dragged something, presumably their foot through the dirt, it wasn’t long since she arrived at the end of the trail to see her friend; having a seizure. Sera dropped everything she was holding as she swiftly jumped towards her friend, in hopes of keeping away from the fire he’s passed out from. No matter what he believed about fire, she couldn’t really imagine that falling into this one was any good. Shuffling to a crouch opposite the fire, she threw an arm around her friend’s waist and started pulling him away from the flames in a rush. Was this good to do when someone was having a seizure? Not particularly, but the situation sort of called for it at this point. In her efforts to move him, she didn’t even notice all the blood until she nearly lost her grip. Honestly what had he even been doing?!
Feeling secure enough that he wasn’t about to immediately slide back the way he’d been dragged, Sera swiftly sidestepped to yank her bag over and positioned herself between her friend the fire. The convulsions were starting to stop at least, though she kept him in the corner of her eye as she started yanking out anything resembling a bandage or a healing salve from her bag and putting it somewhere useful so she could get to work on the bleeding wounds. Most importantly, his head first considering that was a big bleeding point and then any other major cuts after. Perhaps the most confusing part of this was that the knife wounds look self-inflicted. With a sigh, she started getting to work, the convulsions seeming to stop, at least for the moment. This was what she got for leaving him unsupervised apparently. Despite promising to yell at him later, she hadn’t meant for him to continuing adding to the list while he waited.
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Post by Deaths on Dec 18, 2016 4:27:09 GMT
The snake bit deep filling his head with visions, of a horde of men running wild all over Imperial lands. Fires burn Artorias' home,his family destroyed before him,all is lost. Then he sees the man who caused all of his, Eygon stands before him, as a circle of fire surrounds the two. A traditional dueling ring was set, Artorias rose his father's sword in his hands erupts in flame. Eygon draws his axe and the two clash, the duel is exhausting with neither man backing down. They continue to trade blows with neither gaining any ground, a silent wind begins to blow. The wind becomes stronger and stronger,Eygon is thrown to the ground while Artorias stands tall. Driving his sword into the belly of the beast he lets out a scream letting free all of his frustrations. Walking to the downed warrior he lifts his boot stomping hard into it's skull, once,twice and a third time he stomps on the broken face. He turns to a being covered in bones stands before him, it speaks. "Blackpool in five days." It disappears into a cloud of smoke as does the realm he's in.
Gasping for breath the world returns to him, as does a face that's become all to familiar. There she was saving him again, he could see the look on her face frustration, concern,and absolute focus were predominately displayed. Truth be told he didn't mind being this close to her, so he kept quiet for a few moments. If he had any blood left in his body it would be pushed up against his cheeks. Annoyed with his obvious weakness he tries to speak while Sera bandages his head. A million different things he wants to say all come out at the same time, making a sound that seems similar to a gurgle being choked out. She really was an angel, always saving him while he was just a burden. A look of determination comes over him,as he clears his throat. "I don't deserve a friend like you." He forces out of his mouth in a raspy voice. "I'm sorry for everything. I'm a fuck up,I'm stupid and rash, so from now on. You should be the one in charge." A small smirk breaks through his sullen mask.
The visions lay heavy on his mind. Blackpool was a small fishing village not far from Farron. Was Eygon coming there,would he start another purge? The empire was at it's weakest, he could raid wherever he wanted with no true force able to stop him. If the Swamp became Artorias' they could save the empire. No those thoughts were insane, Eygon was the greatest for a reason. He had to try,but there was one thing that stood between him and Eygon. The one person who could truly defeat him, and she was sitting right in front of him. With no fight left in his spirit he lays there allowing Sera to patch him up, the thought of being yelled at still sits in the back of his mind.
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Post by Envy on Dec 20, 2016 19:03:16 GMT
"Don't worry about it Eons, I'll come up with a better nickname that will make you simile." Senbo walks the back of the carriage jumping into the back of carriage he holds his hand out to help the queen into the carriage. "So where do you want me to take you to I myself after this will see about who I should support in this war. So Enos what do you think about the rebels and them fighting against you and your kingdom. Do you feel disgusted for there cause or betrayed from your former subjects backstabbing you, sorry if I offended you in any way I just want to see your views on this. Because much like this war is going on where I'm from there's also a war going on that involves the great game, you know the city-state of Innistard right okay to sum it up our leaders are corrupt and the citizens are planning a coup and since this war is going on either the rebels or the loyalists can turn the tides in the coup. So if you had who would you support Enos?" Senbo's voice tainted with curiosity if either is involve in this the city my also be lost to this war or maybe will help end this war quicker than usual.
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Post by Serph on Dec 20, 2016 20:29:55 GMT
“Oh, you’re not getting out of this by shoving all the responsibility on me,” Sera warned as she finished tending to Artorias’s head wound. With the major wound taken care of she started to tend to the smaller ones he’d self-inflicted. “How is calling yourself a fuck up going to fix anything?” she countered, hands moving methodically as she tended to his wounds, cleaning out dirt and germs, applying salves and bandaging with practiced ease. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to tend to so many wounds, and she somehow doubted it’d be the last at this rate. “If you’re sorry then learn from you mistakes and do better next time. If I want to be in charge of a blindly obedient birdbrain, I would have stayed home with the falcons.” She seethed some of her anger rekindling as she spoke. She didn’t want to be in charge of command him. They were equals in terms of rank and she didn’t want it any other way at this point. She couldn’t even fathom why he seemed to think she wanted control over him, but this eerily similar to his random confession earlier in terms of giving up everything for her and she could only narrow her eyes critically to it.
“And what were you even doing here anyway?” she continued, in no mood to stop her little rant at any point. “You were supposed to go to the medical tent, not carve yourself up.” She tugged the last of the bandages into place before shuffling towards his ankle. It was lacking any splint and was looking pretty miserable from him walking on it. She glared at Artorias from her new position and started pulling out something like a splint for his ankle. “And just so you know,” she said pushing cloth and shoes out of the way to get to the ankle as she worked, “We’re still a team even though you have zero faith in that apparently,” she huffed as she continued to work on his ankle, pressing the hardened shell against the injured area to force it to stay straight so she could start wrapping. It probably hurt and he definitely deserved it. He’d assumed the worst of her and their friendship and sprinted away from everything like she was going to throw him to the dogs. He could deal with the discomfort of getting treated.
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Post by Deaths on Dec 21, 2016 4:30:53 GMT
“I wasn’t.” He begins to answer her, seeing that arguing with her was the wrong idea he sits in silence taking his punishment like a man. There was real anger here, he’s never seen her like this before. Sera was in the right, he isn’t her responsibility, it’s his fault for making her day so terrible. Then the fatal blow is uttered, he did doubt her, he did for a moment lose his faith. Of course, she would always be there for him, as he would be there for her. The worst part of all of this was while he was thinking about himself, he didn’t think of her.
His ankle hurts, but he ignores it, Sera was a person with her own life. She isn’t a toy for him, she isn’t a servant, or a caretaker. She is his friend and that’s what matters. “If…if I hurt you. I’m sorry.” A few small tears form in his eyes. “I didn’t think about you I was just selfishly doing what I wanted. I was a scared child, who ran away from his problems, then placed them at another's feet.” His voice is calm and steady, a moment of clarity appears in his mind. “I promise I’ll do better.” Conviction fills his voice as he looks at her in the eyes. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” He says as he grabs the bloody dagger, looking at it for a moment he continues. “There’s something more important to me than that, I want to ask you a question first.” He raises his right hand now covered in bandages, extending it to her offering to shake. “Friends?” He asks a pleading look is still on his face, with his eyes still containing a few tears. Overall, he is pathetic looking, but not as pathetic as he was earlier, at least in his mind.
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Post by Serph on Dec 21, 2016 6:24:48 GMT
Hurt her? That was one way to put it. She tightened her grip and pulled tightly on the bandages as she wrapped, though careful enough not to actually cut off the circulation while she continued. Listening as he apologized. Child was one way to put it, she grumpily noted. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the apology, but it did nothing to take the edge off her anger. This had building for quite a bit throughout the day so after having it explode a bit, it wasn’t likely to curb itself so easily, but she also isn’t blind to her friend tearing up at all this. “How hard did you hit your head?” she asked with no small amount of annoyance as she took Artorias’s hand without hesitation, “Of course we’re friends,” she said confidently before letting go of his hand so she can finish up his makeshift splint.
Finally satisfied with her handiwork, she started packing her stuff away again, consciously making sure to take the edge out of her voice when she spoke again. “Why didn’t you go to the medical tent?” she asked a second time, though more calmly than the first. She sniped off some of the extra cloth she had and passed it towards Artorias so he could wipe his face of tears and get himself righted while she finished up. Even if it hardly made sense to bring him to the medical tent now, they couldn't very well hide for the remainder of their trip here. Eyeing the rather empty area she could only think Artorias was pretty lucky anyone had showed up before he bled to death. Eyeing her organized bag for a moment, she got up to retrieve what she'd dropped of Artorias's things upon arrival. She still had questions about the seizure, but one thing at a time.
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Post by Deaths on Dec 21, 2016 7:12:33 GMT
"I don't know, I saw Augustine he's an old friend, he trained me." He grabs the cloth, and he begins to wipe his face. "It was nice to see him so I sat there, and started talking to him. I had a drink or two." His voice weakens as he doesn't particularly want to admit that. "My mind wandered a bit so I borrowed his dagger, and found a place to meditate." Looking back at what's left of his fire he continues to explain. "The cuts..." He doesn't understand why he feels ashamed of his traditions, it was an ancient one passed down through generations, but there's something wrong is it guilt? "It's an old practice. If you are blessed with the fire sight you don't need to offer something to the flame. I don't have the sight so..." He motions to the dagger. "If the fire accepts your gift, it takes you to the realm of the mind. It's a great place you can relive memories. I saw my knighting ceremony, my little sister Karla and I playing." He looks at the moon as he recounts his night. "That time I was sick, and you went out of your way just to get me medicine." He whispers that one unsure if she heard it he continues to explain.
Focusing on Sera again he decides to stop boring her with the religious aspect. "Something attacked me though, a snake made of fire sprung at me. I was able to slip away,but it came back everything went dark." His voice trembles he is unable to hide the growing fear as he remembers everything. " It bit me and took something from me, but it gave me something too." His hands were shaking out of fear and hatred. "I saw Eygon, the man who killed my family with an army marching towards us. Everything around him burned. I saw myself in a ring of fire, we dueled and I was able to kill him." A smile forms one he is unaware of. "I stomped his head in the ground, once for my father, once for my mother, and once for Karla." He almost laughs at the thought, the euphoria of the kill filled his body. "A voice as soft as a whisper told me to go to Blackpool in five days. Blackpool is where the last purge was defeated, it makes sense he'll start there."
Unable to look Sera in the eye, he plays with the dagger spinning it into the ground as a poor attempt to distract himself. "If I beat him in a duel then by custom his tribe becomes mine." Still unable to look up, he continues to try to convince her of his plan. "If I challenge he has to duel me, I can beat him, I can gather the tribes and we can win this war." His voice strengthened he looks back up at her. "If you don't want me to I understand. Anyway we need to tell Lady Apollinaire no matter what we do. I just wanted you to know what I'm planning. If I'm told it's a dumb plan, I'll live with that, and I wont run off, I won't be a child I promise."
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Post by Raz on Dec 23, 2016 1:11:08 GMT
The discovery wasn't heartening to say the least. The poor lass was in rough shape, they're not far from the village at the crossroads. Problem was though, if they dropped her off there they could be giving her right back to those that did this. That didn't particularly sit well with Dillinger. Nor did it sit well with those under his command. So he presented them another option,"Lads, our supplies have to reach the camp. So as much as it pains me, we can't search for the ones who did this to the little lass." He gauged the angry and frustrated reactions of his soldiers before speaking again. "Yet." He said with the ghost of a smile and watched as the soldiers began to catch on. "On our return trip we, as soldiers of the empire, are obligated to ensure the safety of its citizens." Nods and mutterings of agreement came from his company. "So it's decided then. Let us be off. John," He called for the man who spotted the woman first. "Keep watch on our guest, if she wakes up call for me." John snapped a salute and a crisp,"yes sir." Before walking back to wagon and clambering inside.
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Post by Snoe on Dec 27, 2016 7:45:45 GMT
The queen hip bumps her consort and stays close by as they travel "Ooo can't wait to see what you do to make me smile." She chuckled and continued along following this path a little while longer before making her choice on such large matters. The Queen mustn't jump into these things hastily after all. She needed a close personal look at the world.
"I don't know much about the rebels but I would certainly like to meet them and find out... and these supposed corrupt nobles may cause some issues aswell so if I find either to be untoward then I'll have to kill them... if they've legitimate concerns then maybe we could discuss terms... all depends... there truly are too many unknowns for me to make a decision." This being at the core of the Queen's dilema.
"Think you could get us close to those 'corrupt' folks?" She inquired to the man of Spades.
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Post by Envy on Dec 28, 2016 1:09:01 GMT
"The nobles hell if they wanted they could set a meeting with you, If memory serves correctly then in the up coming weeks they'll just be throwing a lavish Ball. With you're assets and my assets you could easily get and invitation to it and myself I would just sneak in as a server for the Ball." Senbō turns towards Snoe then his face forms into his usual idiotic grin.
"So you want to negotiate with them then if there's not a deal stricken. Then it's back to war well that's good but still those rebels from what I've heard in tarven and close doors. There slowly building there forces up then again there still looking for allies. From your answer my fluffy friend, I'm going to end pledging my services to your casue also when and if the coup is actually success you'll have Innistrad and it's underworld backing you up." Senbō says happily then turning back to the horses.
"Also Snoe you can call me Senbō if you so desire to that is my real name after all." He says gleefully to his fluffy friend.
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Post by Deaths on Dec 30, 2016 6:09:18 GMT
If Boneshaker could smile it would be, a new pawn to control, and a strong one at that. Though this one was much younger, and in need of a shorter leash than what Eygon was given. “Spare the rod and spoil the child.” Boneshaker sat quietly next to the flame as it always did, not caring for Eygon’s drunken ramblings, or the moans of his whores. A small scream could be heard in the distance, then another, and another. Hundreds of screams filled the night air, they were getting closer and suddenly they stopped. “What in the hell is that?” Eygon yelled at no one in particular, though Boneshaker felt it was directed at it. How could this idiot not know what that was, he wants to be king, and he can’t tell what is going on. The scouts didn’t report anything and these screams were from the Stalkers. They were the best hunters in all of Farron, capable of remaining still in muck for hours on end, as swift as the wind of a hurricane and twice as fierce. They rejected Eygon’s rule believing him to be a false king, more specifically their chief Sharen believes him to be nothing more than a weakling pretending to be a great warrior. Her belief though correct was annoying to Boneshaker, to build the world it wants Boneshaker needs blind obedience in a puppet, any dissension would lead to a weaker Farron.
“The Stalkers.” Boneshaker sighs as it rises from the floor, it starts to leave the hut and makes for the center of camp, Eygon angrily mumbles under his breath as he follows. The camp stands at the ready as the night that was once filled with a raucous ruckus, now is filled with the Stalkers’ death whistles. Elegantly crafted from bones of prey the Stalkers carve small whistles, that produce a sound almost perfectly similar to a human screaming in the distance. The war camp gathers at the ready unsure of what to do, they turn to Eygon with hope on their faces. The screams stop perfectly in sync, as silence fell over the camp. After seconds that feel like hours, black figures slowly walk towards the main hut. Pulling her hood down a beautiful woman unleashes her long red hair, her skin is as pale as a long dead corpse, while cold blue eyes look straight past Eygon and right into Boneshaker. “Our seer says the first king of Farron will be crowned in the coming days.” A false sense of boredom envelops her words as she walks coyly towards Boneshaker. “So, I’ve come to see this king.” Sharen puts an angry emphasis on the word king, as if she’s insulted that there was a king at all. She begins to circle Boneshaker slowly each step is exaggerated, like a cat toying with her prey she pokes and prods the monster. “Eygon can’t be a king, I won’t allow that.” She states brazenly unbothered by the fact Eygon was not far from her. Boneshaker lets out the closest thing it has to a laugh, a disgusting wheezing sound falls from its mouth, as if it worked in a coal mine for fifty years while taking as many deep breaths as possible, Boneshakers laughter continues. “A young rival will challenge Eygon in the next few days.” A stunned silence falls over the crowd, not because of the words Boneshaker spoke, but because it actually stated a full sentence. Sharen’s prancing stops while a sly smile crosses her face.
“Where is this ‘young rival’?” Eygon demands his anger was slowly rising at Sharen’s comments now he is a in a full-blown rage. “Tell me his name, and I’ll kill him right now!” He continues his rant grabbing his axe and throwing it over his shoulder. “Which one of you thinks you can take me?” He looks at into the faces of his clan spewing insults and rage towards any who make eye contact. “Be silent. The Pyromancer I speak of is not here yet.” Boneshaker speaks annoyed at Eygon’s tantrum. “He is in the north right now. Fighting alongside the Empire.” A small bit of teasing finds its way into his voice. “He even protects the Queen. A knight of the north lands who was a son of the very swamps, will come to kill you Eygon.” Another terrifying laugh comes from him even louder than the last. “Artorias Vordt is his name. It seems a survivor of the Flaming Skulls still walks the land.” Several gasps are let out as gossip begins to fill the tribe.
“My nephew still lives? A balding man approaches Boneshaker, normally fear forces people away from it, but concern and hope drives this balding man forward. “Swear to me he still lives. On whatever it is you believe monster, tell me Artorias is still alive.” “Be at peace Heath.” Boneshaker looks at the man placing its hand in the fire, he motions for the others to stare into the flame. “You can see for yourself he lives though he is wounded right now, he is lucky to have a skilled caretaker.” Heath, Eygon, and Sharen look deep into the fire as a vision of the young knight is shown. “His will is strong I can’t locate him perfectly, but he will be here soon I made sure of it.”
“So, this will be our king?” Sharen has a look of disgust as she can’t contain her disappointment. “This king needs another to tend to him pathetic.”
“Praise Izalith.” Heath falls to his knees in relief.
“I will destroy him. I am the king do you hear me? I am your king!” Eygon turns to his wives forcing them into the tent. Things are getting more interesting by the second Boneshaker can barely contain itself.
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Post by Serph on Dec 31, 2016 4:53:03 GMT
Sera tried to calm her temper as Artorias fessed up to what he was doing and why he was there to begin with. They were hardly satisfying answers, but she mostly blamed herself for being surprised by it all. Still, she’d never commented on his religious practices in the past much, and she didn’t intend to start now despite how annoyed she was. Resisting the urge to scold him for his stupidity again for perform such a dangerous religious act when he was injured, she listened to he talk about what he had seen while meditating.
It took a lot of willpower to not ask him how hard he hit his head this time, but she knew better than to dismiss his vision. The spirits worked in strange ways, and while she didn’t completely understand Artorias’s beliefs it would be rude and rather hypocritical to dismiss them as folly just because she was angry with him. “How…” she paused, considering how to phrase her question, “Does the realm of the mind predict the future?” she asked trying to understand what he was telling her. If the realm of the mind shows visions of the past, then how did he see visions of a potential future? And how would he know someone is coming?
She watched Artorias carefully as he declared that he wouldn’t act like a child no matter what was decided. He believed what he was saying, at least at the moment. “Good.” She refrained from further comments as she eased herself onto her feet with her stuff. “If you want to tell Lady Apollinaire, she was near the stables a few minutes ago talking to Sigeberht. Not sure what mood she’s in though,” Sera continued, briefly reminded of the General’s face at spotting their captive. She didn’t know the general well enough to want to guess on what kind of mood the Lady would be in after being left to nanny a captive and having the informants who brought him disappear right from under her nose, but if she had to venture a guess she’d wager it probably wasn’t a good one. “Hopefully someone unhooked Nan and Sheriff from the wagon while we were gone, otherwise we may have two angry horses on our hands on top of everything else,” She commented lightly, holding out her hand to help Artorias up.
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Post by Deaths on Jan 1, 2017 4:34:05 GMT
Sera offers her hand, and Artorias gladly accepts it he can’t but smile softly as he stands. “I’m going to do my best to explain it. I was going to be a priest when I was younger. That’s how got this” He points to the spherical scar in the center of his chest. “Anyway, I haven’t been properly trained since I was ten years old, so I’m not an expert, but I’ll do my best.” He inhales a deep breath as he begins to recall all of his teachings. “The realm of the mind is a place a pyromancer can go with a big enough offering to the flame. Some people are born with the fire sight which allows them to easily enter the realm. The realm itself is.” He pauses frustrated trying to find the way to describe everything.
Artorias walks towards his gear looking for a fresh change of clothes he continues his lessons.” It’s like being in a land of complete darkness, only you and a fire exist in this realm. The fire is a part of you, I don’t know if it’s your soul, or just a metaphor, or something.” He shrugs looking back at Sera while pulling out a clean white tunic. He continues to talk while putting the shirt on. “Anyway, sometimes if others are in the realm you can see their fires also. Some have the willpower to communicate with each other. In the realm, the distance is tiny, but they could be across the world from each other.” Digging through the bag he finds a pair of brown slacks, he strips to his small clothes and starts dressing himself. “The snake that attacked me had to be another pyromancer, a strong one I’ve never thought it possible to implant visions in someone else's head.” His voice turns cold he has a nervousness around him he can’t shake.
“Come on we shouldn’t keep them waiting.” He starts to limp back towards the stables while continuing his conversation. “This is why I’m nervous. Someone very powerful wants me to know, about Eygon.” His ankle gives out for a second and he leans on Sera trying his best to walk. “I’m sorry.” He says trying to continue on. “Nan’s going to kill me.” He sighs a hint of a smile can be found on his face. “Though Sheriff, he’s a good horse he’ll forgive me.” A few moments later and the generals are in sight no doubt having some sort of meeting of the minds. Artorias tries his best to stand up straight, but noticeably has his weight shifted to his left leg. “Lord Sigeberht.” Artorias announces with a respectful and familiar nod of the head. “Sir Clea.” Another greeting this time much more respectful, he even tries to straighten himself out when addressing her. His eyes turn to meet Lady Apollinaire a little bit of nervousness comes over him.
Apollinaire’s name is famous among his people. There are many different songs about her, and some are even respectful; most were about how who ever kills her will be the greatest warrior in existence. She was a bogeyman to a lot of children in Farron. “Don’t go out at night or the half woman will get you.” He’s heard his mother say something like that time and time again. Farron doesn’t have a lot of contact with Elves so half woman was the name she was given.
“Lady Apollinaire.” He forces out he bows a bit more trying his best to keep his balance. He has a flashback to when he was thirteen and his parents brought him to some ball. It was the first time he ever saw her, and when he found out who she was he cried and cried until his family took him out trying to calm him down, letting him know that she wasn’t the monster he believed. Putting on an aura of professionalism he awaits for the response.
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Post by Raz on Jan 2, 2017 16:27:07 GMT
"Take aim!" Came the shouted command of Sergeant Giforte. At the sound of his command six hundred soldiers levelled their rifles toward their imaginary targets. Their first rank was kneeling while the second and third ranks were standing behind them. "Fire!" He shouted. There was a chorus of clicks as the first and second ranks fired their empty weapons. "Kneel and reload! Third rank fire!" As the men began going through the steps of loading their weapons the third rank sounded off with its own volley. One of the men boasted, "I got one of their officers." Another voice followed the man's boast. "Big deal I put a neat hole through that knife eared general's forehead." This comment was coming from one of the female recruits. Before the rebellion women were forbidden from entering the military in any other capacity than to be medics. However, after Jaeger's coup he was quick to do away with this age old tradition. While it made sense from a manpower perspective, it still didn't sit well with many officers. There were doubts that they could hold their lines in a firefight or that they'd be able to handle the rigors of military life. Still others like Giforte believed that the time to be sending women to their deaths in combat was only shortly after the last boy had been buried.
Jaeger didn't ask for his opinion nor did he ask for the opinions of the other officers. He had brought them this far though so he had to know what he's doing. There was even a regiment of women being formed in Talheim. The number of women from all over the country looking to enlist was astonishing. Even more astonishing was that these recruits were coming from all walks of life. From the lowliest peasant to the highest of nobility. Jaeger stated that any woman who serves in the military for a time of two years will receive the same rights as men. Something that was unheard of in most lands. While in the military they will also be recognized as equal to men. That Jaeger made crystal clear when he appointed a red haired woman by the name of Vanessa Kildir, a Colonel. Some of the nobility made a fuss about this but they had to admit she was capable given she previously held the rank of captain during the coup. That was back when she was in disguise as a man. "What a strange time to be alive." Thought the sergeant as he put his section of the line through the motions again. Captain Sevran was watching the troops being put through the motions.
Originally their unit had been part of the recruits at Talheim. But with the increasing reports of movement in the swamps of Farron they were having soldiers stationed in the villages and towns along the border. Similar forces were being stationed all along the border with Mercia as well. Recruits trickled into these garrison forces daily. Often it was group's of women who would've otherwise only had to look forward to being a farmer's or merchants wife. Some didn't make the cut and were sent back but many were taking to the drills with a surprising determination.
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Post by Alexodia on Jan 3, 2017 1:21:20 GMT
Hearing Sigeberht's plan with a carefully blank expression, Saira was at somewhat of a loss as to how to properly go about the entire situation; an incident she was rather inexperienced in. Pulling up the sides of her mouth in an almost instinctual wince, her eyes turned contemplative as she mulled it over in her mind.
"It's...actually not a bad plan." She mused softly, her eyes somewhat glazed over as her mind fired. "But it depends on Richthofen's belief in his own men; a flat-out refusal to believe that one of his own would betray him so would render the plan rather ineffectual. I wonder..." she continued, her voice soft as she continued to think, before her eyes snapped back into clarity, the focus coming back into her eyes as she began to look around in self-stimulation. "Try it." She spoke again, her tone soft yet authoritative. "Even if he doesn't change his plans, we'll have sowed some doubt. And even if that doesn't take place...all we've lost is an opportunity." She finished, ceasing her self-stimulatory behaviour and turning her head to look at Sigeberht with a look not dissimilar to resignment. "All of this...sucks sometimes." She added, her voice almost distant as her daydreaming began to take over again.
"My Lady." Came a gentle voice from behind her, jerking her out of her brief reverie as she turned around to see the origin of the request. Once she had turned around, her eyes darkened. The 'merchants' in question were currently standing in front of her, the male standing close to Clea in nerves. His female elf companion was next to him, although she appeared to have a much more neutral countenance than her companion. Nevertheless, both seemed to be anticipating what either she or Sigeberht would do. She wasn't exactly fond of the idea of trusting either of them, despite the fact that she was unaware of what exactly had happened. But that was why she was here, after all.
"Clea, would you mind having a chat with the...absolutely charming little ingrate down by your feet? I rather think that he should have a lot to tell us." Saira began casually, her calculating eyes betraying her overly casual tone far too much for anybody to believe it to be true. Her eyes narrowing, Clea bowed her head slightly in acquiescence, before she squatted down and carefully hoisted the child up onto her shoulder in a fireman's carry, her immense strength allowing her to easily stand back up and balance his weight as she bid them all farewell and headed to one of the empty tents nearby her own, hoping that the kid wouldn't be too stubborn.
"Now." Saira began once again, both her expression and tone far too calm to reflect the danger in her eyes. "I hear that that little child that was just hoisted off caused you a certain amount of trouble." She continued, taking a few steps forward to close the gap between her and the two figures in front of her, casually folding her hands behind her back as she carefully scrutinised the both of them. The elf was still rather difficult to read, in a sense; one can often infer an answer from no answer at all, but it was still surprisingly difficult on her part, something she would have dwelled on if the human male next to her was trying so hard not to shake in his boots, shaking off the reflex to narrow her eyes in confusion at the last second. "Would either of you care to enlighten me as to exactly what happened?" She offered, her tone making it starkly clear that although she had posed her words as a question, she would not accept any form of refusal to answer, the almost sinister look in her eyes also making it abundantly clear that it was very much not in their best interests to attempt to lie to her. Pulling back her expression into a disquieting smile, she impatiently waited patiently for one or both of them to answer.
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Sighing slightly as she reached out a hand to pull back the curtains of the tent that she had been walking towards for the last minute, Clea stepped through the tent with the boy she had previously spoken to on her shoulder, his weight not even beginning to slow her down as she walked over to the other side of the tent and gently lay him down on the bed. Her expression indiscernible, she stepped back from the bed and turned towards the makeshift table next to her and grabbed a chair from behind with one hand as she turned around, pulling the chair with her body as she planted it in the centre of the room with a soft bang, startling the boy on the bed slightly. Sighing once more at her assessment of her current situation, she sidestepped the chair and walked towards the boy once more, picking him up gently but strongly as she maneuvered the boy in midair to sit him down in the chair before letting go once he was sufficiently positioned correctly. Moving backwards one step to look at the boy with a mixture of pity and duty, she squatted down to make it easier for both of them to see the other, placing her forearms on her thighs as she looked up at the boy, somewhat unsure as to whether he was aware enough to talk to her. This would work; tying him up may make him less inclined to talk to her as she wanted. Plus, he was cornered enough that the only method of escape should be decide to take advantage of her trust would be straight through her, an attempt that her vastly superior strength, speed and reflexes would make short work of.
"We've been hearing some rather...disconcerting things about the one you claim to serve." She began softly, her gentle eyes searching the boys eyes for some form of recognition. "It seems that you haven't been telling us the entire truth. Would you care to tell me why that is? What is the one you call Richthofen planning, Wilhelm?" She asked gently, smiling softly as she did so. She didn't want this to get out of hand, and she was somewhat unsure as to what she would do should such a series of events take place. Loyalty is definitely admirable, but he was far too young to endure some of the things that she had known to take place should such prisoners refuse to see reason. She just hoped that it could be worked out with the least amount of resistance, for everybody's sake. If not, then so be it; but she had to try.
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Post by Raz on Jan 3, 2017 2:56:36 GMT
The knight hadn't responded to him after he finished his prayer. Only when ordered by her superior did she move. When she lifted him up and carried him away there was little he could do. He couldn't see with the blindfold still covering his eyes. It wasn't until he was moved to the chair that his gag and blindfold was removed. There he saw the kind face of the knight from before. She was asking about his liege and what his plans were. His nose had started bleeding again after being moved. His throat was swollen from the elbow that elf gave him earlier. He blinked and slowly shook his head at her question. He had the beginnings of a self loathing smile as he looked to the ground. "I know what's going to happen to me if I don't talk. I'll be tortured until I finally break won't I? Then I guess you'll have my throat slit and throw me in a ditch or worse...you'll send me back to the burned hovels of my home town." Tears were streaming down his cheeks freely when he looked back at the knight. "I'll be a traitor to my family, my king, and my country if I tell you anything." He shook head again and laughed as he wiped away the tears with his bound hands."I didn't even get to bring my brother his sword back. He'll be so disappointed." He looked back down towards his still numb feet. He was quiet for some time afterwards as he tried to snuff out his tears and involuntary sobs. Finally when he spoke up once more it wasn't with sadness but resignation.
"I'm sure you've been in many battles before, slain many foes, all for your liege I imagine. You would rather seek death than betray them if betrayal meant their death. If I betray my liege it means that everyone I know will die once our army is defeated. The mercians will come and slaughter all of those who remain. The imperials won't protect us, they never have. They'll reclaim fort Daxio and watch as the common folk are butchered." He looked up at the knight and the will to fight simply faded from him. "I can't let that happen. I've already lost Maria-" His voice grew thick with emotion at the thought of his sister. He took another moment to compose himself."You have a duty to your liege. But if I can make one request, please I beg of you...if you do come across a little hut with the word Urkenbrekt on the doorway. Don't make those inside suffer..." His eyes were pleading with every ounce of his being. He knew death was to be his soon. Whether by a headsman or by himself but he couldn't take the thought of his family being killed slowly by the Mercians or slowly starving to death when the fields are burned and they're left with nothing.
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Post by Serph on Jan 3, 2017 7:32:12 GMT
Sera listened intently as Artorias explained. His study of priesthood at least explained all of his burn marks, or at least the one on his chest. It made her wonder if the others were from similar incidents in his training, but she pushed the thought aside to focus on his explanation, turning her eyes away with her thoughts in politeness as he changed. “Why would someone want to give you that information though?” Sera mumbled more to herself than Lone. Who benefited from sending Lone to the swamps to fight Eygon? With the two uprisings already occurring, Sera couldn’t shake the feeling that the timing was a little too perfect for this. Were they trying to weaken the Queen's guard? With a sigh she walks with Lone, keeping her arm out to support him as he goes, his ankle was still hurt and the last thing they needed was for him to hurt it even further.
Sera stopped with Lone in front of the generals, feeling like she’d merely come full circle with the child still at the knight’s feet. Apparently she’d taken less time in her escape than she’d thought. Watching Lone in her peripheral, she couldn’t fathom what he was so afraid of, but she tried not to dwell on it too much and instead focused on making sure she’d be ready to grab him if he fell out of his bow and into the dirt. Thankfully he didn’t. The danger having passed she shifted her gaze to the half-elf in front of her, smiling back calmly and easily, “I’d be delighted to,” Sera spoke in a bit of a forced cheerfulness, her smile unfaltering as she plunged into the story once more, keeping her voice low enough to avoid eavesdroppers, “Charming little story really, we went to the Seven Cats tavern to avoid a bad storm and lo and behold we find one ‘King Jaeger’s’ messenger drinking himself under the table and talking about the military takeover of Fort Daxio, the defeat and death of Hitchen reinforcements enroute here and some vague references to the weapons this new army is using, so we thought it best to capture and drag him here rather than let him slip back to the enemies side,” Sera continued in a light tone, focusing her eyes on the spot just between the Lady’s eyes to avoid the full force of the gaze she spoke. If nothing else it helped her feign indifference to the tension, though it wasn’t nearly as subtle as she would have liked to anyone paying real attention to detail. Maybe she could get away with being lost in thought as she spoke as a cover.
“So capture complete we start whisking him away, though naturally one does not simply get kidnapped and sit there silently in acceptance that they are now being kidnaped,” Sera said waving her hand a bit dismissively as it were obvious that this would be the case. “So naturally he attempts to start guilt tripping us about how we’re monsters and murders and generally making a dramatic scene out of this for sympathy,” Sera continued with a bit of any eye roll at the whole thing, “anyway, after speaking with Art here, our captive believed he was among allies and lo and behold we hit the jackpot that someone will be coming up by the tavern tomorrow and the rest of it is hardly worth mentioning,” Sera continued with a casual shrug.
“An escape attempt, a sprint through the mud,” she paused before throwing a friendly knowing look at Lone, “Well, some sprints more successful than others, but sprints nonetheless and a re-capture and here we are,” Sera finished with a calm ease, waiting for the Lady to ask questions of her. The second time through telling this story was certainly easier than the first. It also helped that she wasn’t nearly as frazzled this time after just running into the camp. She had been tempted to cut to the barebones of information, but since the Lady mentioned their complications, it hardly seemed prudent to jump over the whole adventure.
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Post by Deaths on Jan 4, 2017 6:43:52 GMT
The half woman was standing mere feet away from. Seven-year-old Artorias is screaming to run, but he does not. Fear was no longer piloting him, he couldn’t afford to be afraid not any longer. He meets her gaze with an honest look of determination, he doesn’t back down. Licking his lips, he is about to speak when Sera goes first.
Her story is technically true, everything she said did happen, more or less. Internally he was relieved to see Sera cover for him, but deep down he knew she wouldn’t throw him away. He knew that if there was one person in this world to trust it was Sera, hearing her remarks about his attempted escape he can’t help, but smirk a bit.
Sera finishes her speech a moment of silence falls over the group, Artorias uses this moment to speak up. “Um my Lady?” Even though he thought he conquered his fear he still was a bit nervous. “I apologize for my lack of grace in this conversation, I’d blame it on my wounds I suffered from the Wolf’s armies, but to my shame I must admit I’m a bit afraid of you.” He admits with a smile on his face, a deep breath calms him as he continues. “I am Artorias Vordt I was born in Farron and raised there until I was saved by my adopted father Lord Curtis Grohl. My birth mother, hell all mothers tell the stories of the ‘Half-woman’ of the north, who if you stayed out to late, would rip out your tongue and drown you in a river as cold as her icy heart.” Clearing his throat,he comments to himself that she is much shorter then what he was told. She was supposed to be twelve feet tall with a hunchback, fingers as long as a man's arms, and nails sharper than the best dagger. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he continues. “So, I apologize I’ve had literal nightmares about you that my sister would laugh at me for.”
Pausing for a second to focus his thoughts he looks at Sera then back to Saira. “Sorry I’m getting off topic. For the sake of simplicity, Eygon the man calling himself the king of Farron will be marching on Blackpool in five days. I know this to be true, he will destroy the spot of our.” He bites his tongue reminding himself he is an Imperial now no longer a swamp dweller.” The spot of their greatest defeat. I know how to stop him, without sending any of our troops.” He stops looking at her with all the strength he can muster. “If I go to him I can challenge him for leadership in a duel if I win it all becomes mine.
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Post by Snoe on Jan 9, 2017 3:32:58 GMT
Snoe hip bumps Senbo with a smirk "Well let us get something done about this madness shall we." She readies to leave when mercenaries burst into the room the rabbit looking rather annoyed by this detour and her hand fell to the hilt of her blade.
"You are stepping into some trouble my friends now back away or you'll be leaving in pieces." Snoe threatened striding close to the pair in slow graceful steps, each at the pace of a ticking clock. She merely need draw once within twenty paces to get one of them, though she'd rather dispatch both in the single move without harming the other patrons.
Looking to Senbo eyeing his own reaction to the situation with a raised brow... wonder if he'd see the cue there.
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Post by Envy on Jan 10, 2017 16:09:55 GMT
"Ah I wonder are we a magnet for mercenaries and sell-swords well we both are known for good and infamous deeds. So how you want to go about this my friend?" He begins to pull out his sling from the matter at hand, eyeing the two Sen chuckles a bit. "My My what do the two of you even want with us if you're here for our signatures we're sorry but kinda doing something here at the moment so can you kindly sod off yeah schmucks." His voice egging on the pair of mercenaries.
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Post by Envy on Jan 11, 2017 17:26:55 GMT
Mëna steps into a tavern in Ashford she has a contact there that'll give her some guidance on where to spot that idiot or where at least where he is going to end up at. Opening the oak door of the small tavern the bartender welcomes her "Hollow it's been a spell since you last stop here so what are you here for? Drinks, food, or are you hungry for some "else"." Asks the barkeep as he walks toward the backroom to discuss matters with her, following the the barkeep Mëna hopes he has any on Sen because Sextus was in dire need of the idiotic lug.
Grabbing a nearby chair she takes a seat starts to ask "So have you anything about spade recently; Blue needs him back at the hole." The barkeep could not recall anything major happening in the town well it’s more like he rather just have her find he by herself. “Sorry but all I’ve got in this head of mine is cobwebs Hollow, if you want I could tell you where he could be heading…” Mëna walks out of the room great he covering something up I’ll have to poke around for this idea if I ever want to finish this job. Walking back out in the dirt roads she continues on her little hunt for Sen.
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Looking at the ledger for the shipments that are schedule to come through the port Sextus looks to find a shipment of imperial steel that the council put in a(n) order for blacksmiths to make new weapons for the city-watch. Thinking over this Sextus decides this will be a pretty carrot if he sells on the black-market he heard a while back there was a metal shortage a while back and the prices of steel are rising. Calling over one of his men he gives the orders to pull off the heist and making sure that they aren’t uncovered by the watch we enough enough problems as it is. But having a milk drinking recruit was enough to piss him since the last watchmen that caught one of his men was only 16 years old and to top off did even find his guy till he decide to go boast about the job he pulled off.
Grabbing a leather-bound journal he continues to write down certain rumors and details that will be needed if they want this coup to be successful. When the ball is thrown then I’ll have Sen and Mëna go in with a few others to see how the council will play at the great game.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Jan 15, 2017 0:55:14 GMT
The Good Wolf blinked at the messenger "Sorry feels like I just blanked out for 5 weeks must be the booze. I already have raiders harassing their supply lines so they should be weakened. Now when your men turn up as 'reinforcements' you can quickly and effectively remove their leadership before destroying their army from inside the camp, as soon as I see the fighting begin I will charge my men across the valley to provide support and between the two of us we can crush them."
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