RPG
Introduction
LITTLE DISCLAIMER:
This Rp is a sequel to Shadows of the Enlightened. The land of Valcrest, its cities, history, as well as the Wolfpack and its rules, are my own creation and are not to be used without my consent. (As well as any of my characters, but that's just obvious :P).
All past events contained in the former rp that are pertinent to this story will be explained in an ooc thread, and it is advised to new players to read it.
Thank you.
Blackbird26 – Your friendly GM. ^_^
INTRO:
Assassin’s Camp
“Crys... I’m sorry. There was nothing more I could do.”
The words went through Crys as painfully as if they were knives. She lowered her head for a moment and tears escaped her as she spoke. “It’s alright Lena, I… I understand.”
The older woman laid a hand on the girl’s shoulder in a comforting gesture. “Is there anything I can do for you, child?”
“No. I’m afraid there isn’t. I will announce my mother’s death to the remaining of our clan, and make arrangements for her burial.”
“Crystal… Will you be alright on your own?”
Crys almost smiled at the question. “I will have to be alright. I am the leader of this clan now.” She opened a slight smile, and added “Nevertheless… I am definitely not alone.”
Lena smiled. “Well… You have changed since I last saw you, Crys.”
Crys nodded. “A lot has changed. If you will excuse me… There are a few people that I want to inform of my mother’s death personally… Before everyone finds out.”
Lena bowed her head respectfully to the new leader of the Wolfpack.
“Of course. What should I tell Allison when I see her?”
Crys sighed. “Simply tell her that I need her back immediately.”
“I will. If anything should happen, don’t hesitate to call me.” With that said, Helena Turner left the Wolfpack and returned to her home in the ruins of Blackhurst.
The Ruins
Allison Blake smiled while hearing the younger apprentices whispering to each other, while peeking at her from a distance. It had been a long time since an assassin had stepped foot on those grounds.
“What is she doing?”
“I don’t know. She’s just sitting there… Breathing.”
“That is so strange…”
Then Ali heard a very familiar laughter, of an older girl. “She is meditating. You should all try it sometime. Allison, my mother wants to see you. Now.”
Ali opened her blue eyes and the last words she heard before doing so was a shocked boy’s voice. “She can hear us?!”
She stood up, picking up her bow that had been lying in the grass next to where she had been siting, and walked towards Annie, watching with amusement in her eyes as the apprentices fled, not very discretely. “They’re like scared little rabbits…” She chuckled.
Annie nodded “They’re just children, and… Well… You’re nothing like what they’re used to seeing around here.”
Ali allowed herself to laugh a little while longer before her expression turned more serious. “Lena said there was no need for me to return just yet. Something happened, didn’t it?”
Annie sighed. “She didn’t say, and you know what she is like, but… If I was to guess, I would say something has happened.”
Ali let out a long sigh, concern spreading across her face. She knew the camp had been raided, but… That was all she knew. “Annie, do me favor… Gather my things. I’m going home today, not matter what your mother tells me.”
Assassin’s Camp
Ali took two days to arrive at camp. The first friend she spotted was Jake. She didn’t like the look in his eyes when he approached her. “Crys is waiting for you.”
She nodded in agreement, but Jake stopped her before she took her next step. “No, Ali… “He pointed her towards the leader’s cabin. “She’s there.”
Ali knew immediately what that meant, but didn’t want to believe it. She walked to the cabin and knocked on the door. Crys’ voice answered. “Enter.”
Ali opened the door and entered the cabin. The place looked exactly the same as it did the last time she was there. The only change was that Crys’ things had been moved there. Crys hadn’t said anything yet. Ali knew her friend was simply giving her time to put all the facts together. It was Ali who spoke first. “How did this happen?”
Crys sighed. “Poisoned dart. Lena did all she could, but… In the end, it just wasn’t enough.”
Ali kept her eyes fixed on Crys, her voice was filled with grief, but she appeared to be taking this a lot better than she would have a year ago. She was leaning against the wooden table the exact same way her mother used to do. It was a very interesting sight, to say the least. “I’m really sorry Crys.”
“It’s alright.” Crys answered with a sad smile on her face.
Ali walked to where Crys was and leaned on the table as well. “Have you chosen someone for second command yet?”
Crys sighed. “Yes. I have. Haven’t announced it yet. I have spoken with him about it already though. This brings me to the actual reason why I called you back...” She smiled. “Not that my mother’s death is not a reason, but there’s nothing you can do about that.”
Ali nodded. “What do you need me to do?”
“Teach.” Crys answered simply. “I’m promoting you.”
“Crys… “Ali laughed. “I’m only seventeen, and not so long ago I was barely fit to be an active.”
“I was only seventeen myself when I became an instructor, you have grown up a lot in a year, and we’ll be short one instructor since I’m promoting Evin.” Plus we need good archers and you’re currently the best, so why not teach them yourself?”
Ali didn’t seem to listen to anything Crys had said except the name. “Evin, huh? Should I ask?”
Crys chuckled. “Well… I needed someone who is capable of questioning me, and… We all know who’s the best at doing that.”
Ali laughed. “True…” She sighed. “So… We’re under a new leadership. Interesting. What’s our first priority now, then?”
Crys nodded, and a smile crossed her face at the question. “Survival.”
THE HISTORY:
The land of Valcrest originally consisted of five great cities and some smaller villages. It has a vast forest and one great river that run from one side of the land to the other. The first two cities to be created there were Blackpond and Newhaven. These two cities exist ever since there is a record of human life in Valcrest and they co-existed in harmony for many centuries until the other cities were built and the land started to expand. Several power struggles started to shake the peaceful existence of the two cities, after many years of minor disputes, the two cities finally declared war. Out of the three other cities, the city of Elffort took the side of Blackpond and the city of Brightvale took the side of Newhaven.
The fifth city, Blackhurst, decided to remain neutral. Ironically it was the first to be attacked.
After the great war that raged for many years across the land of Valcrest, out of the five cities that existed there, only two remained. Originally in opposite sides of a dispute that has been long forgotten, the cities of Blackpond and Newhaven continue to fight each other until this day.
THE LAND:
1. Valcrest: The land of Valcrest was once rich and full of life. Now its territory is only a shadow of what it once was. Most of the population is now concentrated around the forest, the two remaining cities and the ruins of what once was Blackhurst and its adjacent villages, leaving the rest of the territory mostly uninhabited.
Once upon a time, when Valcrest was still young and prosperous the people were divided amongst the woods, the desert, the plains, and the mountains.
a) The Woods (Center of the land): The great forest is the center of Valcrest and, at present time, the most populated area. Deep inside of the forest, the territory of the assassin clan as well as small mercenary groups can be found. The open trails that cross the forest and lead to the nearby cities are mostly respected and watched from a distance by the assassins, but straying from them may cause anyone, even the most experienced tracker, to become lost. Wandering into the wrong territory unannounced is something that can get any person killed fast.
Several small streams can be found amongst the trees, but only one bigger lake is present, in the outskirts of the Wolfpack territory, making it off limits to any human outsider that walks that forest.
Wildlife is abundant as well as other sources of food. Mostly wild boar, rabbit, and deer can be found easily for hunting purposes. No one has actually been attacked by predators larger than a snake in these woods, but it is told that wolves live there as well, and in quiet nights their howling can be heard in any point of the forest. Adjacent to the forest and at a distance sometimes considered uncomfortable, are the two remaining cities of Valcrest. A little more than a day on foot can get a traveler from one city to another and from any one of them to the depths of the forest. Assassin usually take short cuts through hidden paths and can reach those point in a matter of hours.
b) The Plains (West): This territory now is far less inhabited than it once was. However where the ruins of Blackhurst now lie, the healers have made their home. The still fertile soil, once used to grow crops, is now used to grow healing herbs, flowers and spices. One or two food crops are still planted there, mainly for the purpose of survival. The healers mostly still receive supplies from the two cities, although they are slowly breaking out of that dependency and becoming self-sufficient. The great river that runs across the territory provides water and fish for its inhabitants, as well as marks the end of the territory of Valcrest. Crossing it would mean leaving the land, which many of the survivors of the everlasting war have seriously considered doing.
A long, long, time ago in this territory, the great city of Blackhurst once stood proud and tall. The city looked like one ever growing village, the houses and shops mixed together and scattered within its stone walls, The ruler’s home only recognizable for being larger and more isolated. The army mostly consisted of archer that guarded the walls and could shower attackers with arrows at miles away… Once past them though, the city was defenseless. Most people who lived on the inside of the city walls were scholars, medics and teachers, peaceful and educated people. Outside the walls smaller villages formed as ramifications of the larger city area, those villages were composed mostly of fishermen and craftsmen, as well as their families. When Blackhurst suffered its defeat in battle the villages stood and their inhabitants refused to leave. As consequence, many massacres occurred in that area. It is rumored that most of the population of the city consisted of Enlightened and that was the actual reason behind the furious attacks on the city and its population. Both sides carried too much fear of what would happen should Blackhurst choose to get involved in the dispute.
c) The Desert (South): To the South of the forest lays a small wasteland where the merchant city of Brightvale once stood. Now completely deserted, the area is rarely visited and only inhabited by a few bandits and runaways that prey on any unsuspecting and bold adventurer that crosses the territory. Most people see no point on going through these parts unless the person is leaving Valcrest forever or in need of hiding. The people who once occupied the city of Brightvale were experienced horsemen and sturdy travelers. Some were known to brag about traveling to the furthest lands known to men in order to acquire their goods, and therefore had seen it all. The rocky and dry soil as well as the absence of vegetation and water sources makes this land a hazard for any traveler to venture through, and one of the worse possible places for a human to live. However there are food sources although they are scarce as well as an occasional rain. Most of the people who presently made this area their home frequently trespass into the forest in search of water and end up killed by the assassins for invading on their territory, which makes them dislike the Wolfpack with a passion.
d) The Mountains (Further South): Beyond the desert, snowcapped mountains determine the limits of the Land. Protected by the stone walls of the mountains, the brave men and women of Effort once lived. The people that once lived there were known as proud warriors and horsemen. They were also known for their mining skills and for fabricating the first explosives seen in Valcrest. They were not the most educated people in the land, but were honorable and proud men and women. A population made extinct when they marched into war beside Blackpond and went into direct confrontation with the nearby city of Brightvale. Having their supplies cut short and their territory being the constant target of attacks… Effort also came to an end. The mines and home left abandoned until this day.
2. The city of Blackpond (North end of the forest): The losing side of a very long war. After war was declared between the two cities, Blackpond has been sinking. And ruler after ruler, the situation is not getting any better. The city itself is made mostly of small houses made of stone. The people are poor and humble, and have already lost all hope of a better life. However, after the last ruler was betrayed by his nephew and he took control of the city, things started changing for the better.
The city is divided into the Living Area and the Castle grounds, where the ruler and city guards live. All of the houses are made of stone, still most of the houses in the Living Area are falling apart, and all shops that existed there were abandoned years ago. The Castle Grounds have bigger and better houses for the castle guards and army officers to live in. The houses are more taken care of, and they always seem to have food and weapons somehow. After the recent demise of the ruler of Newhaven, the army of Blackpond has been constantly raiding the rival city and managed to weaken them significantly. Something their ruler seems to think of as a victory and the general population sees as a waste of time and resources. Needless to say… They’ve seen enough of this war, and don’t understand why their leader has changed from his former ideas of a truce, to suddenly trying to destroy Newhaven.
3. The City of Newhaven (East end of the forest):Newhaven was once the winning side of a great war that raged for many years. It has the best soldiers and weapons, but since they have lost their ruler the army has divided its efforts between protecting the city, searching for the missing brother of their deceased leader, and attacking the Wolfpack. Doing so has left the city extremely vulnerable to attacks from Blackpond. The Castle area of the city, were the ruler, knights and army officers used to reside, is now deserted. Most shops in the Market Area are shut down and the living area is scarred with burnt down buildings and deserted homes. All of the soldiers and officers left in the city are occupied protecting the remaining residents. The once unbreakable city walls, are now destroyed.
4. Assassin’s Camp (Within the forest): Between the grounds of the two cities, deep inside the forest, lies a clan of assassins, they name themselves “The Wolfpack”, or simply “The Pack” and they have prospered for years eliminating targets on both sides of the feud. The camp consists of one huge clearing surrounded by woods and several hidden paths that lead across them. Inside the clearing there are several cabins made of logs, and also tents. One big, more secluded cabin is the home of leaders. In the very center of the camp there is one big camp fire which is lit every night.
More recently the Pack’s camp has been raided frequently since their location was given away to the ruler of Blackpond. Their numbers have been severely reduced, and their facilities and supplies destroyed. The assassins have never seen times like these before, and now they struggle to survive.
5. Healer’s Camp (The Plains – West of the forest): Located on the most deserted side of the land of Valcrest, where once the peaceful city of Blackhurst and its adjacent villages existed, lies the resting place of a clan of healers. Amongst the rubble of the once beautiful city, tents of all sizes are accommodated as well as several gardens of herbs and flowers. Upon entering, travelers are greeted with the scent of herbs and alcohol, and very friendly and (seemingly) peaceful people. The ruins are considered a safe and neutral zone.
THE PEOPLE:
Blackpond: The people of Blackpond who managed to stay honest are usually soldiers. Even the soldiers aren’t all that honest. Most people have little means of survival, and steal to keep their families fed. Those who are caught are severely punished, but are usually released when accept to join the city guard. The soldiers of Blackpond are not the best trained men, but they are ferocious and are usually willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. Still, they are growing more and more tired of the war, as well as everyone else in the city.
Newhaven: The people of Newhaven live well, mostly. They vary from farmers to merchants and soldiers. Their laws are strict, but are usually followed to the full, and there is very little crime to speak of. Street performers and all kinds of shops can be found in the city market, it is the best place to go for clothes, supplies, weapons and armor… However, if you are not a citizen of Newhaven, you will not be allowed inside the city walls.
The Wolfpack: The inhabitants of the assassin camp are a very diverse group of people. They vary from skilled assassins to women and children. The laws of The Wolfpack are strict, and punishments vary from minor chores to death. There are usually always two leaders in the clan, and the command has been passed to members of the same family for generations ever since it was created. Even though they are assassins, the Pack members are trained from a young age and taught to hit nothing other than the target, unless they are seen, which has happened very little in the course of history.
The Enlightened: There are people in the land of Valcrest that are born with a special ability that manifests when they reach the age 12. Those abilities can be anything from hearing other people’s thoughts to conjuring and manipulating fire. They have the appearance of regular people except that their eyes glow, very lightly or change colors, when they use their ability. That is why they have been named the enlightened.
No one knows where those abilities come from. All that is known is that they usually occur repeatedly amongst the members of the same families, although it is not guaranteed that a child of an Enlightened will have any ability, and there is no way of knowing for sure until the child in question reaches the age of 12.
The White Shadows – The healers: Known for letting anyone in their territory without questions asked… The White Shadows are allies of the Wolfpack since the starting of the clan. Their current leader being a former assassin herself has actually strengthened those ties. Lena Turner is one of the few people to ever be released of the oath that once bound her to the assassin clan, and has been leader of this group of healers since a considerable young age.
Lena chooses very carefully who she allows to become a member of her clan… First the person must be an enlightened. Second that person must have been born in Blackhurst or one of its adjacent villages. Third, the person must rid him/herself of his/her past through a ceremony, which is kept a very well hidden secret within the clan. None of those who survived it ever spoke of it. That’s right… I said those who survived it.
The healers of this group are believed to study not only healing herbs, poisons, antidotes, and have extent knowledge of human anatomy. .. They are also believed to hold knowledge on the source of magic in the land of Valcrest, and to study ways to further develop their abilities as enlightened. They are also believed to protect this knowledge with their lives.
THE STORY
A year has passed since The Shadow, aka the Enlightened Killer, aka Perry Jones, was defeated. Unfortunately the truth never reached the public eyes and the story that was spread throughout Valcrest was that the Wolfpack assassinated the beloved ruler of Newhaven in retaliation to the bounty offered for the location of their camp. If the assassins were hated before, now they were being hunted by every man woman and child in Newhaven. Especially since the ruler of Blackpond took the opportunity to attack Newhaven with all the strength of his army, leaving the city in a nearly devastated state.
Former members that resided in the city and scouts that were working to rebuild the destroyed Inn were forced to flee. There was no safe place left for the assassins except for their camp, and not even that lasted very long. The still standing bounty offered by the ruler of Blackpond led to a betrayal, and even though the traitor was eliminated… Damage was done.
Over and over, the Wolfpack was attacked, and the last of those attacks led to the death of their leader, leaving her 22 year old daughter in charge of the clan’s survival.
The land of Valcrest seems to be currently falling apart as Newhaven is left in complete anarchy and the ruler of Blackpond is too busy attacking the rival city to realize that someone has been plotting to take his place.
Is now up to the assassins to restore balance in Valcrest in order to guarantee the survival of their clan.
Important character info.
Assassin Clan – The Wolfpack (The Pack)
HIERARCHY
1st in command: The leader of the clan. The word of the leader is law unless it contradicts the 4 general laws of the clan (stated below). Every living breathing human inside the limit of the Wolfpack’s territory is the responsibility of the leader. And it is up to the leader to keep the clan and its member’s best interest in mind at all times.
2nd in command: The main duty of the second commander of the Wolfpack is to discuss with the leader all matters referring to the clan and their members. Even though the 1st in command will always have the final say, it is a position given to someone the leader respects and trusts (since the leader’s death will immediately grant the 2nd commander control over the clan), therefore it is unlikely for the clan leader to make a decision without reaching a common sense.
Instructors: Assassins who are experienced enough to train other's. (Instructors can be as young as 18)
Actives: Assassins who have completed training and are ready to complete assignments. (Actives can actually be as young as 15 and wear a silver ring called a Graduation Ring given by their instructor at the moment they become actives)
Messengers/Recruiters: Assassins who live outside camp, in the cities, and gather information from targets, meet with clients, and scout for possible recruits. There are usually two of them stationed in each of the two cities, working at the inn. Not anymore though.
Workers: People who stand guard, cut firewood, gather supplies and such.
Recruits: Those undergoing training. Bottom of the food chain. The only thing that keeps them from being eaten alive is the protection of their instructors. Recruits can be as old as 21, since they can only become Actives when their instructor decides they are ready to take on an assignment. After that age if they have not been considered ready to become Active they are kept in camp grounds and work as guards.
LAWS AND PUNISHMENTS
4 General laws:
1. If two or more members are sent on assignment together, all must return to camp, dead or alive. Unless all members of the party are killed. Leaving a companion behind is unacceptable. Violation of this rule may be viewed as treason.
2 .Any form of violence directed at another clan member is strictly forbidden. Seriously injuring or killing another member will be considered treason and therefore punished accordingly.
3. Deaths that are not authorized by the leaders will be considered a risk to the safety of the clan and will be viewed as treason. Unless the before mentioned death is a result of sefl-defense, or necessary for the preservation of the clan member’s identity.
4. Treason is punishable by DEATH.
Hierarchy:
- Instructors can only be punished by the leaders.
- Actives can only be punished by instructors or the leaders
- If a recruit has an issue with another member of the clan, he or she must report the problem to his/her instructor. No recruit is allowed to talk back to any other member of the clan.
Other Rules:
- No alcohol is to be consumed inside camp grounds
- Anything a recruit tells his/her Instructor is confidential.
- Shooting arrows/knives/darts inside camp (excluding the training field) is a big no-no.
- Recruits are not allowed to carry weapons outside of training.
Punishments:
Suspension: Member has his/her weapons taken and is forbidden to leave camp grounds for a certain period of time. During that time the member might be confined to his/her chambers or ordered to do minor works.
Expulsion: Member is sent away and forbidden to ever step foot on camp grounds, or keep in contact with any other member.
Execution: Self-explanatory.
Character sheet (Wolfpack):
Healer Clan – The White Shadows
HIERARCHY:
Leader: The leader is the keeper of all information regarding the clan’s history, methods and rituals. The leader is to choose a successor prior to his/her death, and train this person personally.
Spiritual Healers: Theses are Enlightened healers who have the ability seal wounds by transferring part of their own energy onto the patient. It is said that other abilities are tied to this form of healing, but this information is neither confirmed nor denied by those that have come into contact with these healers. Spiritual healers are trained from a young age to manipulate their own vital energy and in some rare cases they have the ability to seal their own wounds. These healers are rarely seen outside The Ruins and the few people who have come into contact with them were the ones who gotten extremely close to death. They are usually the ones who train the apprentices on how to deal with their enlightened abilities once they are discovered, at age 12.
Medicinal Healers: These are healers who have studied and mastered the use of several species of plants and other substances in order to make medicine, antidotes and, in some cases even, poisons. They are also knowledgeable in human anatomy and are the ones usually sent to assist the cities and the assassin camp in times of need. They are usually left unharmed by both armies as well as the assassins, therefore are free to roam the land safely. They are also usually the ones who teach the younger apprentices on how to properly identify plants, poisonous animals and properly treat wounds.
Apprentices: Apprentices are usually born into the clan. Outsiders are rarely accepted, and, when they are, they are usually viewed with suspicion by other apprentices. Apprentices born into the clan begin their studies at age 5, and are graduated at the age of 18. Outsider apprentices are usually older therefore, more severely trained in order to keep up with the others. Most of them don’t make it to graduation and are asked to leave the clan, or stay in to work as assistants.
[/b]Assistants:[/b] Assistants are viewed mostly as tools. Most of them are apprentices who never completed their studies for some reason. Every graduated healer is entitled to an assistant although most of them don’t really see the use for one. Every assistant is the responsibility of his/her master, and therefore are bound to that healer unless dismissed. That basically means that if the healer violates to rules his/her assistant is bound to suffer the same punishment. (Assistants are NOT slaves. They work for the healer simply to be allowed to stay in the clan).
LAWS AND PUNISHMENTS
Laws of the clan:
1. No acts of violence are to be committed, and no weapons are to be brought into The Ruins.
2. No request for help is to be ignored under any circumstance.
3. No one is to be judged on their past.
4. Whatever is said by any patient is confidential.
5. Any information regarding the clan’s teachings costumes is confidential.
Character Sheet for the White Shadows:
Military Ranks of Newhaven:
White Knights: Those in charge of guarding the city, and making sure the castle is not invaded. There are five of these knights, they were the ones left in charge of the city after their ruler’s death. And they have been the closest warriors to the rulers of the city since the beginning of times. They are the most loyal men and women in Newhaven, and sworn to give their lives to protect their city from any evil that may seek to destroy it.
They are of noble blood and highly respected. They use a bright silver armor and a silver pendant of a cross. They control the mass of the city’s army)
Black Knights: Aside from the Wolfpack, these are the most vicious killers known in Valcrest. Former mercenaries and other types of criminals, these knights have been trained by the best of the White Knights and been stripped of their former identities. There are five of them. These men and women have nothing left in them but the will to fight. They answer only to the captain of the White Knights and are known to be unnecessarily vicious when not kept on a very tight leash.
Their true identities are unknown to the public, and they are rarely ever seen roaming the streets of Newhaven. When they are seen they have their faces concealed by their black helms. They have only one task at this present time: Find every member of the Wolfpack, and destroy the assassin clan forever. They control a small amount of soldiers, no more than 50, but are rumored to have infiltrated one of their own inside the assassin clan. They wear black armor and shields, and are always concealed by their helms.
Castle guard: Once the personal protection of the city ruler… Now they mainly protect the castle walls. The castle has been sealed after the ruler’s death and now these brave men and women are left to defend it not only from outsiders, but also from the city population itself, since there are citizens constantly attempting to seek shelter inside the castle walls.
Soldiers: What’s there to say? They are those replaceable ones you kill in order to get to the big guys. Honest men with families to feed, and extremely dedicated to their duties.
Military Ranks of Blackpond:
Knights: The elite warriors of Blackpond. They usually lead the troops of soldiers into battle and are the closest to the ruler. They are usually the ones who advise the ruler in all matters of war. They are of noble blood and very well respected amongst the general population. They are currently the ones in charge of running the attack on Newhaven. They are known for avoiding confrontation, but it is said to be impossible to go against one of them in battle and live to tell.
Castle Guards: These are the best trained fighters in Blackpond. They are rarely ever seen away from the castle grounds, and are the ruler’s first line of defense.
City Guards: The city guards are mostly citizens that have been arrested for committing crimes are granted pardon in exchange of joining the city guard. They are unorganized and known for leaving when confronted by stronger groups, such as Pack members or one of the many thieves that terrorize the streets of Blackpond. They offer more protection to certain homes in exchange for bribes, and are not opposed to killing are stealing themselves if needed be.
Soldiers: Same as Newhaven.
Military Character sheet:
This Rp is a sequel to Shadows of the Enlightened. The land of Valcrest, its cities, history, as well as the Wolfpack and its rules, are my own creation and are not to be used without my consent. (As well as any of my characters, but that's just obvious :P).
All past events contained in the former rp that are pertinent to this story will be explained in an ooc thread, and it is advised to new players to read it.
Thank you.
Blackbird26 – Your friendly GM. ^_^
INTRO:
Assassin’s Camp
“Crys... I’m sorry. There was nothing more I could do.”
The words went through Crys as painfully as if they were knives. She lowered her head for a moment and tears escaped her as she spoke. “It’s alright Lena, I… I understand.”
The older woman laid a hand on the girl’s shoulder in a comforting gesture. “Is there anything I can do for you, child?”
“No. I’m afraid there isn’t. I will announce my mother’s death to the remaining of our clan, and make arrangements for her burial.”
“Crystal… Will you be alright on your own?”
Crys almost smiled at the question. “I will have to be alright. I am the leader of this clan now.” She opened a slight smile, and added “Nevertheless… I am definitely not alone.”
Lena smiled. “Well… You have changed since I last saw you, Crys.”
Crys nodded. “A lot has changed. If you will excuse me… There are a few people that I want to inform of my mother’s death personally… Before everyone finds out.”
Lena bowed her head respectfully to the new leader of the Wolfpack.
“Of course. What should I tell Allison when I see her?”
Crys sighed. “Simply tell her that I need her back immediately.”
“I will. If anything should happen, don’t hesitate to call me.” With that said, Helena Turner left the Wolfpack and returned to her home in the ruins of Blackhurst.
The Ruins
Allison Blake smiled while hearing the younger apprentices whispering to each other, while peeking at her from a distance. It had been a long time since an assassin had stepped foot on those grounds.
“What is she doing?”
“I don’t know. She’s just sitting there… Breathing.”
“That is so strange…”
Then Ali heard a very familiar laughter, of an older girl. “She is meditating. You should all try it sometime. Allison, my mother wants to see you. Now.”
Ali opened her blue eyes and the last words she heard before doing so was a shocked boy’s voice. “She can hear us?!”
She stood up, picking up her bow that had been lying in the grass next to where she had been siting, and walked towards Annie, watching with amusement in her eyes as the apprentices fled, not very discretely. “They’re like scared little rabbits…” She chuckled.
Annie nodded “They’re just children, and… Well… You’re nothing like what they’re used to seeing around here.”
Ali allowed herself to laugh a little while longer before her expression turned more serious. “Lena said there was no need for me to return just yet. Something happened, didn’t it?”
Annie sighed. “She didn’t say, and you know what she is like, but… If I was to guess, I would say something has happened.”
Ali let out a long sigh, concern spreading across her face. She knew the camp had been raided, but… That was all she knew. “Annie, do me favor… Gather my things. I’m going home today, not matter what your mother tells me.”
Assassin’s Camp
Ali took two days to arrive at camp. The first friend she spotted was Jake. She didn’t like the look in his eyes when he approached her. “Crys is waiting for you.”
She nodded in agreement, but Jake stopped her before she took her next step. “No, Ali… “He pointed her towards the leader’s cabin. “She’s there.”
Ali knew immediately what that meant, but didn’t want to believe it. She walked to the cabin and knocked on the door. Crys’ voice answered. “Enter.”
Ali opened the door and entered the cabin. The place looked exactly the same as it did the last time she was there. The only change was that Crys’ things had been moved there. Crys hadn’t said anything yet. Ali knew her friend was simply giving her time to put all the facts together. It was Ali who spoke first. “How did this happen?”
Crys sighed. “Poisoned dart. Lena did all she could, but… In the end, it just wasn’t enough.”
Ali kept her eyes fixed on Crys, her voice was filled with grief, but she appeared to be taking this a lot better than she would have a year ago. She was leaning against the wooden table the exact same way her mother used to do. It was a very interesting sight, to say the least. “I’m really sorry Crys.”
“It’s alright.” Crys answered with a sad smile on her face.
Ali walked to where Crys was and leaned on the table as well. “Have you chosen someone for second command yet?”
Crys sighed. “Yes. I have. Haven’t announced it yet. I have spoken with him about it already though. This brings me to the actual reason why I called you back...” She smiled. “Not that my mother’s death is not a reason, but there’s nothing you can do about that.”
Ali nodded. “What do you need me to do?”
“Teach.” Crys answered simply. “I’m promoting you.”
“Crys… “Ali laughed. “I’m only seventeen, and not so long ago I was barely fit to be an active.”
“I was only seventeen myself when I became an instructor, you have grown up a lot in a year, and we’ll be short one instructor since I’m promoting Evin.” Plus we need good archers and you’re currently the best, so why not teach them yourself?”
Ali didn’t seem to listen to anything Crys had said except the name. “Evin, huh? Should I ask?”
Crys chuckled. “Well… I needed someone who is capable of questioning me, and… We all know who’s the best at doing that.”
Ali laughed. “True…” She sighed. “So… We’re under a new leadership. Interesting. What’s our first priority now, then?”
Crys nodded, and a smile crossed her face at the question. “Survival.”
THE HISTORY:
The land of Valcrest originally consisted of five great cities and some smaller villages. It has a vast forest and one great river that run from one side of the land to the other. The first two cities to be created there were Blackpond and Newhaven. These two cities exist ever since there is a record of human life in Valcrest and they co-existed in harmony for many centuries until the other cities were built and the land started to expand. Several power struggles started to shake the peaceful existence of the two cities, after many years of minor disputes, the two cities finally declared war. Out of the three other cities, the city of Elffort took the side of Blackpond and the city of Brightvale took the side of Newhaven.
The fifth city, Blackhurst, decided to remain neutral. Ironically it was the first to be attacked.
After the great war that raged for many years across the land of Valcrest, out of the five cities that existed there, only two remained. Originally in opposite sides of a dispute that has been long forgotten, the cities of Blackpond and Newhaven continue to fight each other until this day.
THE LAND:
1. Valcrest: The land of Valcrest was once rich and full of life. Now its territory is only a shadow of what it once was. Most of the population is now concentrated around the forest, the two remaining cities and the ruins of what once was Blackhurst and its adjacent villages, leaving the rest of the territory mostly uninhabited.
Once upon a time, when Valcrest was still young and prosperous the people were divided amongst the woods, the desert, the plains, and the mountains.
a) The Woods (Center of the land): The great forest is the center of Valcrest and, at present time, the most populated area. Deep inside of the forest, the territory of the assassin clan as well as small mercenary groups can be found. The open trails that cross the forest and lead to the nearby cities are mostly respected and watched from a distance by the assassins, but straying from them may cause anyone, even the most experienced tracker, to become lost. Wandering into the wrong territory unannounced is something that can get any person killed fast.
Several small streams can be found amongst the trees, but only one bigger lake is present, in the outskirts of the Wolfpack territory, making it off limits to any human outsider that walks that forest.
Wildlife is abundant as well as other sources of food. Mostly wild boar, rabbit, and deer can be found easily for hunting purposes. No one has actually been attacked by predators larger than a snake in these woods, but it is told that wolves live there as well, and in quiet nights their howling can be heard in any point of the forest. Adjacent to the forest and at a distance sometimes considered uncomfortable, are the two remaining cities of Valcrest. A little more than a day on foot can get a traveler from one city to another and from any one of them to the depths of the forest. Assassin usually take short cuts through hidden paths and can reach those point in a matter of hours.
b) The Plains (West): This territory now is far less inhabited than it once was. However where the ruins of Blackhurst now lie, the healers have made their home. The still fertile soil, once used to grow crops, is now used to grow healing herbs, flowers and spices. One or two food crops are still planted there, mainly for the purpose of survival. The healers mostly still receive supplies from the two cities, although they are slowly breaking out of that dependency and becoming self-sufficient. The great river that runs across the territory provides water and fish for its inhabitants, as well as marks the end of the territory of Valcrest. Crossing it would mean leaving the land, which many of the survivors of the everlasting war have seriously considered doing.
A long, long, time ago in this territory, the great city of Blackhurst once stood proud and tall. The city looked like one ever growing village, the houses and shops mixed together and scattered within its stone walls, The ruler’s home only recognizable for being larger and more isolated. The army mostly consisted of archer that guarded the walls and could shower attackers with arrows at miles away… Once past them though, the city was defenseless. Most people who lived on the inside of the city walls were scholars, medics and teachers, peaceful and educated people. Outside the walls smaller villages formed as ramifications of the larger city area, those villages were composed mostly of fishermen and craftsmen, as well as their families. When Blackhurst suffered its defeat in battle the villages stood and their inhabitants refused to leave. As consequence, many massacres occurred in that area. It is rumored that most of the population of the city consisted of Enlightened and that was the actual reason behind the furious attacks on the city and its population. Both sides carried too much fear of what would happen should Blackhurst choose to get involved in the dispute.
c) The Desert (South): To the South of the forest lays a small wasteland where the merchant city of Brightvale once stood. Now completely deserted, the area is rarely visited and only inhabited by a few bandits and runaways that prey on any unsuspecting and bold adventurer that crosses the territory. Most people see no point on going through these parts unless the person is leaving Valcrest forever or in need of hiding. The people who once occupied the city of Brightvale were experienced horsemen and sturdy travelers. Some were known to brag about traveling to the furthest lands known to men in order to acquire their goods, and therefore had seen it all. The rocky and dry soil as well as the absence of vegetation and water sources makes this land a hazard for any traveler to venture through, and one of the worse possible places for a human to live. However there are food sources although they are scarce as well as an occasional rain. Most of the people who presently made this area their home frequently trespass into the forest in search of water and end up killed by the assassins for invading on their territory, which makes them dislike the Wolfpack with a passion.
d) The Mountains (Further South): Beyond the desert, snowcapped mountains determine the limits of the Land. Protected by the stone walls of the mountains, the brave men and women of Effort once lived. The people that once lived there were known as proud warriors and horsemen. They were also known for their mining skills and for fabricating the first explosives seen in Valcrest. They were not the most educated people in the land, but were honorable and proud men and women. A population made extinct when they marched into war beside Blackpond and went into direct confrontation with the nearby city of Brightvale. Having their supplies cut short and their territory being the constant target of attacks… Effort also came to an end. The mines and home left abandoned until this day.
2. The city of Blackpond (North end of the forest): The losing side of a very long war. After war was declared between the two cities, Blackpond has been sinking. And ruler after ruler, the situation is not getting any better. The city itself is made mostly of small houses made of stone. The people are poor and humble, and have already lost all hope of a better life. However, after the last ruler was betrayed by his nephew and he took control of the city, things started changing for the better.
The city is divided into the Living Area and the Castle grounds, where the ruler and city guards live. All of the houses are made of stone, still most of the houses in the Living Area are falling apart, and all shops that existed there were abandoned years ago. The Castle Grounds have bigger and better houses for the castle guards and army officers to live in. The houses are more taken care of, and they always seem to have food and weapons somehow. After the recent demise of the ruler of Newhaven, the army of Blackpond has been constantly raiding the rival city and managed to weaken them significantly. Something their ruler seems to think of as a victory and the general population sees as a waste of time and resources. Needless to say… They’ve seen enough of this war, and don’t understand why their leader has changed from his former ideas of a truce, to suddenly trying to destroy Newhaven.
3. The City of Newhaven (East end of the forest):Newhaven was once the winning side of a great war that raged for many years. It has the best soldiers and weapons, but since they have lost their ruler the army has divided its efforts between protecting the city, searching for the missing brother of their deceased leader, and attacking the Wolfpack. Doing so has left the city extremely vulnerable to attacks from Blackpond. The Castle area of the city, were the ruler, knights and army officers used to reside, is now deserted. Most shops in the Market Area are shut down and the living area is scarred with burnt down buildings and deserted homes. All of the soldiers and officers left in the city are occupied protecting the remaining residents. The once unbreakable city walls, are now destroyed.
4. Assassin’s Camp (Within the forest): Between the grounds of the two cities, deep inside the forest, lies a clan of assassins, they name themselves “The Wolfpack”, or simply “The Pack” and they have prospered for years eliminating targets on both sides of the feud. The camp consists of one huge clearing surrounded by woods and several hidden paths that lead across them. Inside the clearing there are several cabins made of logs, and also tents. One big, more secluded cabin is the home of leaders. In the very center of the camp there is one big camp fire which is lit every night.
More recently the Pack’s camp has been raided frequently since their location was given away to the ruler of Blackpond. Their numbers have been severely reduced, and their facilities and supplies destroyed. The assassins have never seen times like these before, and now they struggle to survive.
5. Healer’s Camp (The Plains – West of the forest): Located on the most deserted side of the land of Valcrest, where once the peaceful city of Blackhurst and its adjacent villages existed, lies the resting place of a clan of healers. Amongst the rubble of the once beautiful city, tents of all sizes are accommodated as well as several gardens of herbs and flowers. Upon entering, travelers are greeted with the scent of herbs and alcohol, and very friendly and (seemingly) peaceful people. The ruins are considered a safe and neutral zone.
THE PEOPLE:
Blackpond: The people of Blackpond who managed to stay honest are usually soldiers. Even the soldiers aren’t all that honest. Most people have little means of survival, and steal to keep their families fed. Those who are caught are severely punished, but are usually released when accept to join the city guard. The soldiers of Blackpond are not the best trained men, but they are ferocious and are usually willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. Still, they are growing more and more tired of the war, as well as everyone else in the city.
Newhaven: The people of Newhaven live well, mostly. They vary from farmers to merchants and soldiers. Their laws are strict, but are usually followed to the full, and there is very little crime to speak of. Street performers and all kinds of shops can be found in the city market, it is the best place to go for clothes, supplies, weapons and armor… However, if you are not a citizen of Newhaven, you will not be allowed inside the city walls.
The Wolfpack: The inhabitants of the assassin camp are a very diverse group of people. They vary from skilled assassins to women and children. The laws of The Wolfpack are strict, and punishments vary from minor chores to death. There are usually always two leaders in the clan, and the command has been passed to members of the same family for generations ever since it was created. Even though they are assassins, the Pack members are trained from a young age and taught to hit nothing other than the target, unless they are seen, which has happened very little in the course of history.
The Enlightened: There are people in the land of Valcrest that are born with a special ability that manifests when they reach the age 12. Those abilities can be anything from hearing other people’s thoughts to conjuring and manipulating fire. They have the appearance of regular people except that their eyes glow, very lightly or change colors, when they use their ability. That is why they have been named the enlightened.
No one knows where those abilities come from. All that is known is that they usually occur repeatedly amongst the members of the same families, although it is not guaranteed that a child of an Enlightened will have any ability, and there is no way of knowing for sure until the child in question reaches the age of 12.
The White Shadows – The healers: Known for letting anyone in their territory without questions asked… The White Shadows are allies of the Wolfpack since the starting of the clan. Their current leader being a former assassin herself has actually strengthened those ties. Lena Turner is one of the few people to ever be released of the oath that once bound her to the assassin clan, and has been leader of this group of healers since a considerable young age.
Lena chooses very carefully who she allows to become a member of her clan… First the person must be an enlightened. Second that person must have been born in Blackhurst or one of its adjacent villages. Third, the person must rid him/herself of his/her past through a ceremony, which is kept a very well hidden secret within the clan. None of those who survived it ever spoke of it. That’s right… I said those who survived it.
The healers of this group are believed to study not only healing herbs, poisons, antidotes, and have extent knowledge of human anatomy. .. They are also believed to hold knowledge on the source of magic in the land of Valcrest, and to study ways to further develop their abilities as enlightened. They are also believed to protect this knowledge with their lives.
THE STORY
A year has passed since The Shadow, aka the Enlightened Killer, aka Perry Jones, was defeated. Unfortunately the truth never reached the public eyes and the story that was spread throughout Valcrest was that the Wolfpack assassinated the beloved ruler of Newhaven in retaliation to the bounty offered for the location of their camp. If the assassins were hated before, now they were being hunted by every man woman and child in Newhaven. Especially since the ruler of Blackpond took the opportunity to attack Newhaven with all the strength of his army, leaving the city in a nearly devastated state.
Former members that resided in the city and scouts that were working to rebuild the destroyed Inn were forced to flee. There was no safe place left for the assassins except for their camp, and not even that lasted very long. The still standing bounty offered by the ruler of Blackpond led to a betrayal, and even though the traitor was eliminated… Damage was done.
Over and over, the Wolfpack was attacked, and the last of those attacks led to the death of their leader, leaving her 22 year old daughter in charge of the clan’s survival.
The land of Valcrest seems to be currently falling apart as Newhaven is left in complete anarchy and the ruler of Blackpond is too busy attacking the rival city to realize that someone has been plotting to take his place.
Is now up to the assassins to restore balance in Valcrest in order to guarantee the survival of their clan.
Important character info.
Assassin Clan – The Wolfpack (The Pack)
HIERARCHY
1st in command: The leader of the clan. The word of the leader is law unless it contradicts the 4 general laws of the clan (stated below). Every living breathing human inside the limit of the Wolfpack’s territory is the responsibility of the leader. And it is up to the leader to keep the clan and its member’s best interest in mind at all times.
2nd in command: The main duty of the second commander of the Wolfpack is to discuss with the leader all matters referring to the clan and their members. Even though the 1st in command will always have the final say, it is a position given to someone the leader respects and trusts (since the leader’s death will immediately grant the 2nd commander control over the clan), therefore it is unlikely for the clan leader to make a decision without reaching a common sense.
Instructors: Assassins who are experienced enough to train other's. (Instructors can be as young as 18)
Actives: Assassins who have completed training and are ready to complete assignments. (Actives can actually be as young as 15 and wear a silver ring called a Graduation Ring given by their instructor at the moment they become actives)
Messengers/Recruiters: Assassins who live outside camp, in the cities, and gather information from targets, meet with clients, and scout for possible recruits. There are usually two of them stationed in each of the two cities, working at the inn. Not anymore though.
Workers: People who stand guard, cut firewood, gather supplies and such.
Recruits: Those undergoing training. Bottom of the food chain. The only thing that keeps them from being eaten alive is the protection of their instructors. Recruits can be as old as 21, since they can only become Actives when their instructor decides they are ready to take on an assignment. After that age if they have not been considered ready to become Active they are kept in camp grounds and work as guards.
LAWS AND PUNISHMENTS
4 General laws:
1. If two or more members are sent on assignment together, all must return to camp, dead or alive. Unless all members of the party are killed. Leaving a companion behind is unacceptable. Violation of this rule may be viewed as treason.
2 .Any form of violence directed at another clan member is strictly forbidden. Seriously injuring or killing another member will be considered treason and therefore punished accordingly.
3. Deaths that are not authorized by the leaders will be considered a risk to the safety of the clan and will be viewed as treason. Unless the before mentioned death is a result of sefl-defense, or necessary for the preservation of the clan member’s identity.
4. Treason is punishable by DEATH.
Hierarchy:
- Instructors can only be punished by the leaders.
- Actives can only be punished by instructors or the leaders
- If a recruit has an issue with another member of the clan, he or she must report the problem to his/her instructor. No recruit is allowed to talk back to any other member of the clan.
Other Rules:
- No alcohol is to be consumed inside camp grounds
- Anything a recruit tells his/her Instructor is confidential.
- Shooting arrows/knives/darts inside camp (excluding the training field) is a big no-no.
- Recruits are not allowed to carry weapons outside of training.
Punishments:
Suspension: Member has his/her weapons taken and is forbidden to leave camp grounds for a certain period of time. During that time the member might be confined to his/her chambers or ordered to do minor works.
Expulsion: Member is sent away and forbidden to ever step foot on camp grounds, or keep in contact with any other member.
Execution: Self-explanatory.
Character sheet (Wolfpack):
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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Alias (if Active assassin):[/b] Name for which your character is known professionally
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or female (well, duh!)
[b]Age:[/b] How old your character is (15 minimum)
[b]Ability (if enlightened):[/b] All abilities must include a down side, or side effect to them. Also note that the younger your character is, the less control he’ll have over his ability, since they awaken at age 12.
[b]Description:[/b] Detailed description (images are optional, words are NOT)
[b]Personality:[/b] How your character acts.
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[b]Background:[/b] Must include place of birth (any of the above mentioned cities, the camp, or smaller village which you may create).
Others: Anything you'd like to add... theme songs, fears, likes, dislikes... Have fun with it.
Healer Clan – The White Shadows
HIERARCHY:
Leader: The leader is the keeper of all information regarding the clan’s history, methods and rituals. The leader is to choose a successor prior to his/her death, and train this person personally.
Spiritual Healers: Theses are Enlightened healers who have the ability seal wounds by transferring part of their own energy onto the patient. It is said that other abilities are tied to this form of healing, but this information is neither confirmed nor denied by those that have come into contact with these healers. Spiritual healers are trained from a young age to manipulate their own vital energy and in some rare cases they have the ability to seal their own wounds. These healers are rarely seen outside The Ruins and the few people who have come into contact with them were the ones who gotten extremely close to death. They are usually the ones who train the apprentices on how to deal with their enlightened abilities once they are discovered, at age 12.
Medicinal Healers: These are healers who have studied and mastered the use of several species of plants and other substances in order to make medicine, antidotes and, in some cases even, poisons. They are also knowledgeable in human anatomy and are the ones usually sent to assist the cities and the assassin camp in times of need. They are usually left unharmed by both armies as well as the assassins, therefore are free to roam the land safely. They are also usually the ones who teach the younger apprentices on how to properly identify plants, poisonous animals and properly treat wounds.
Apprentices: Apprentices are usually born into the clan. Outsiders are rarely accepted, and, when they are, they are usually viewed with suspicion by other apprentices. Apprentices born into the clan begin their studies at age 5, and are graduated at the age of 18. Outsider apprentices are usually older therefore, more severely trained in order to keep up with the others. Most of them don’t make it to graduation and are asked to leave the clan, or stay in to work as assistants.
[/b]Assistants:[/b] Assistants are viewed mostly as tools. Most of them are apprentices who never completed their studies for some reason. Every graduated healer is entitled to an assistant although most of them don’t really see the use for one. Every assistant is the responsibility of his/her master, and therefore are bound to that healer unless dismissed. That basically means that if the healer violates to rules his/her assistant is bound to suffer the same punishment. (Assistants are NOT slaves. They work for the healer simply to be allowed to stay in the clan).
LAWS AND PUNISHMENTS
Laws of the clan:
1. No acts of violence are to be committed, and no weapons are to be brought into The Ruins.
2. No request for help is to be ignored under any circumstance.
3. No one is to be judged on their past.
4. Whatever is said by any patient is confidential.
5. Any information regarding the clan’s teachings costumes is confidential.
Character Sheet for the White Shadows:
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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Rank: Healer (spiritual, or medicinal), Apprentice (15 is the youngest you can be), or assistant
Ability (all healers of this clan are Enlightened):
Description:
Personality:
Equipment: (No weapons… Yet)
Background: (Where you were born, how you arrived at the clan, how you learned of your special abilities… Write a novel if you like. I’ll read it and love it.)
Others: Anything you'd like to add... theme songs, fears, likes, dislikes... Have fun with it.
Military Ranks of Newhaven:
White Knights: Those in charge of guarding the city, and making sure the castle is not invaded. There are five of these knights, they were the ones left in charge of the city after their ruler’s death. And they have been the closest warriors to the rulers of the city since the beginning of times. They are the most loyal men and women in Newhaven, and sworn to give their lives to protect their city from any evil that may seek to destroy it.
They are of noble blood and highly respected. They use a bright silver armor and a silver pendant of a cross. They control the mass of the city’s army)
Black Knights: Aside from the Wolfpack, these are the most vicious killers known in Valcrest. Former mercenaries and other types of criminals, these knights have been trained by the best of the White Knights and been stripped of their former identities. There are five of them. These men and women have nothing left in them but the will to fight. They answer only to the captain of the White Knights and are known to be unnecessarily vicious when not kept on a very tight leash.
Their true identities are unknown to the public, and they are rarely ever seen roaming the streets of Newhaven. When they are seen they have their faces concealed by their black helms. They have only one task at this present time: Find every member of the Wolfpack, and destroy the assassin clan forever. They control a small amount of soldiers, no more than 50, but are rumored to have infiltrated one of their own inside the assassin clan. They wear black armor and shields, and are always concealed by their helms.
Castle guard: Once the personal protection of the city ruler… Now they mainly protect the castle walls. The castle has been sealed after the ruler’s death and now these brave men and women are left to defend it not only from outsiders, but also from the city population itself, since there are citizens constantly attempting to seek shelter inside the castle walls.
Soldiers: What’s there to say? They are those replaceable ones you kill in order to get to the big guys. Honest men with families to feed, and extremely dedicated to their duties.
Military Ranks of Blackpond:
Knights: The elite warriors of Blackpond. They usually lead the troops of soldiers into battle and are the closest to the ruler. They are usually the ones who advise the ruler in all matters of war. They are of noble blood and very well respected amongst the general population. They are currently the ones in charge of running the attack on Newhaven. They are known for avoiding confrontation, but it is said to be impossible to go against one of them in battle and live to tell.
Castle Guards: These are the best trained fighters in Blackpond. They are rarely ever seen away from the castle grounds, and are the ruler’s first line of defense.
City Guards: The city guards are mostly citizens that have been arrested for committing crimes are granted pardon in exchange of joining the city guard. They are unorganized and known for leaving when confronted by stronger groups, such as Pack members or one of the many thieves that terrorize the streets of Blackpond. They offer more protection to certain homes in exchange for bribes, and are not opposed to killing are stealing themselves if needed be.
Soldiers: Same as Newhaven.
Military Character sheet:
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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Rank:
City:
Ability (if Enlightened):
Description: (pictures are optional, words are NOT)
Personality:
Equipment:
Background: (Where you were born, how you entered the military, how you learned of your special abilities, if any… Write a novel if you like. I’ll read it and love it.)
Others: Anything you'd like to add... theme songs, fears, likes, dislikes... Have fun with it.
Rules
RULES – MUST READ THEM, AND OBBEY!:
General Rules:
1 – No Godmodding, autohitting, and all those are other little things that make people call you a total douche. No killing off other player without consent… NEVER.
2 – Assassins may autohit any npc that is not an assassin as well or a Knight. Unless I say otherwise.
3 - Detailed posting will make me love you (not in any creepy way, I swear). I don’t need them to necessarily be long, if they are, great… Just don’t make a huge wall of text, it hurts my eyes.
3 – Past tense is a must. Not chat text, pretty please. It also hurts my eyes. (I have sensitive eyes. :D).
4 – Romance is fine by me, just keep it clean and don’t sprinkle sugar all over my rp. I mean… there is a war going on here, remember?
5 – I’m GM of this roleplay. My word is law. And that word is: RESPECT. Respect me, and all the other players, or get the hell out. I don’t want drama going on between players anywhere in the ooc. I mean, c’mon… It’s all about the fun. Am I right, or am I right?
Concerning Character Creation:
1 – Use the provided character sheets, pretty please.
2 – I will not accept characters that are still being edited.
3 – Enlightened will always appear human, and have normal eye color. When the enlightenment is in use, the color may change, if desired. Otherwise… Normal human appearance. They will not have wings, horns, tails, or cat ears. That’s a no-no.
4 – Someone already picked that, oh so cool, power you wanted? No biggie. You can have it as well. Just keep in mind that all abilities must have a side effect. Other than that… You can be creative with you powers. I’m not here to stifle you.
5 – You don’t want to be an assassin, healer, or military man/woman? Be whatever you like! As long as: 1) Fits the setting. 2) Is human. 3) Is awesome.
6 – Don’t want everyone to know your character’s life story? That’s cool. Send it to me through a PM, and inform that on your character’s sheet.
7 – You were not accepted? Well, there are few possible reasons:
- Didn’t follow the above rules.
- Did not agree to making a change.
- RP is full.
Either way… I will pm you about it. If in all my GMing awesomeness I somehow manage to fail in doing so… By all means, pm me. I will not bite. ;)
Concerning Plot:
1 – This RP is a sequel, as informed above, there are ideas to how I want this to turn out, and an immense amount of annoying rules, as you may have noticed. Well… Do not let it frighten you, friend. You’re the master of your own destiny is this little world of madness I’ve created! Just don’t come crying to me if you lead yourself into a jam. Take responsibility for your actions and know they’ll always cause reactions.
2 – Have the most awesome idea on how to make this more interesting? Oh, do tell! XD
3 – Wolf hunters? Enlightened killer? How the hell did the so called ruler of Newhaven die? Got questions? Need the answers? There’s an ooc thread specially made for you! Or feel free to simply ask me. I’m here for you! :D
Your rights and, most importantly… Your duties.
1 – OOC thread: Bookmark it, read it, post in it.
2 – Posting will commence when I say so. Not a minute sooner.
3 – Got accepted, what now? Well… Introduce yourself on the OOC, get to know the other players and… From the moment I allow posting… You have 3 days to introduce your character. Can’t really post? Let us know. Remember… The OOC Thread is your friend. :D
4 – Three days inactive? No given notice? I PMed you and no answer? Oh, man… You are now dead.
5 – I applied the above rule and you had no internet or access to a computer? Oh, bad GM! What do we do now? Well friend… Understand I’m not a psychic and hold no grudge. You can make another character or wait until I join one of yours and take revenge.
6 – You are entitled to up to two characters. Just don’t spend the whole rp talking to yourself… Socialize! We are all good people! Well… Except the villain characters, but… You get what I mean.
7 – You are, by all means, allowed to make any kind of small talk you want on the ooc thread. Bored? Annoy the rest of us, if you want. Trust me, I will!
8 – Created a new rp of you own? Is all excited? Well feel free to link us to it.
MOST IMPORTANT RULE OF ALL:
Have fun! ^_^
General Rules:
1 – No Godmodding, autohitting, and all those are other little things that make people call you a total douche. No killing off other player without consent… NEVER.
2 – Assassins may autohit any npc that is not an assassin as well or a Knight. Unless I say otherwise.
3 - Detailed posting will make me love you (not in any creepy way, I swear). I don’t need them to necessarily be long, if they are, great… Just don’t make a huge wall of text, it hurts my eyes.
3 – Past tense is a must. Not chat text, pretty please. It also hurts my eyes. (I have sensitive eyes. :D).
4 – Romance is fine by me, just keep it clean and don’t sprinkle sugar all over my rp. I mean… there is a war going on here, remember?
5 – I’m GM of this roleplay. My word is law. And that word is: RESPECT. Respect me, and all the other players, or get the hell out. I don’t want drama going on between players anywhere in the ooc. I mean, c’mon… It’s all about the fun. Am I right, or am I right?
Concerning Character Creation:
1 – Use the provided character sheets, pretty please.
2 – I will not accept characters that are still being edited.
3 – Enlightened will always appear human, and have normal eye color. When the enlightenment is in use, the color may change, if desired. Otherwise… Normal human appearance. They will not have wings, horns, tails, or cat ears. That’s a no-no.
4 – Someone already picked that, oh so cool, power you wanted? No biggie. You can have it as well. Just keep in mind that all abilities must have a side effect. Other than that… You can be creative with you powers. I’m not here to stifle you.
5 – You don’t want to be an assassin, healer, or military man/woman? Be whatever you like! As long as: 1) Fits the setting. 2) Is human. 3) Is awesome.
6 – Don’t want everyone to know your character’s life story? That’s cool. Send it to me through a PM, and inform that on your character’s sheet.
7 – You were not accepted? Well, there are few possible reasons:
- Didn’t follow the above rules.
- Did not agree to making a change.
- RP is full.
Either way… I will pm you about it. If in all my GMing awesomeness I somehow manage to fail in doing so… By all means, pm me. I will not bite. ;)
Concerning Plot:
1 – This RP is a sequel, as informed above, there are ideas to how I want this to turn out, and an immense amount of annoying rules, as you may have noticed. Well… Do not let it frighten you, friend. You’re the master of your own destiny is this little world of madness I’ve created! Just don’t come crying to me if you lead yourself into a jam. Take responsibility for your actions and know they’ll always cause reactions.
2 – Have the most awesome idea on how to make this more interesting? Oh, do tell! XD
3 – Wolf hunters? Enlightened killer? How the hell did the so called ruler of Newhaven die? Got questions? Need the answers? There’s an ooc thread specially made for you! Or feel free to simply ask me. I’m here for you! :D
Your rights and, most importantly… Your duties.
1 – OOC thread: Bookmark it, read it, post in it.
2 – Posting will commence when I say so. Not a minute sooner.
3 – Got accepted, what now? Well… Introduce yourself on the OOC, get to know the other players and… From the moment I allow posting… You have 3 days to introduce your character. Can’t really post? Let us know. Remember… The OOC Thread is your friend. :D
4 – Three days inactive? No given notice? I PMed you and no answer? Oh, man… You are now dead.
5 – I applied the above rule and you had no internet or access to a computer? Oh, bad GM! What do we do now? Well friend… Understand I’m not a psychic and hold no grudge. You can make another character or wait until I join one of yours and take revenge.
6 – You are entitled to up to two characters. Just don’t spend the whole rp talking to yourself… Socialize! We are all good people! Well… Except the villain characters, but… You get what I mean.
7 – You are, by all means, allowed to make any kind of small talk you want on the ooc thread. Bored? Annoy the rest of us, if you want. Trust me, I will!
8 – Created a new rp of you own? Is all excited? Well feel free to link us to it.
MOST IMPORTANT RULE OF ALL:
Have fun! ^_^
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"The reality is that the reality you see or the reality you seek will never be the true reality."
Allison Blake played by Blackbird26
"There are no heroes in this world. Only people who are willing to take a little more pain than the average person."
Grim Pondus 'War' played by Seerow
The blade of the Black Knights "If you'll just surrender I won't get angry... and you won't like me when I'm angry."
Krander "Banshee" Sharfon played by Tyce
With a scream, a swipe, and a swift kick to the chest, his opponent falls...
Eulalius Aurelius played by NightyKnight
"To murder character is as truly a crime as to murder the body: the tongue of the slanderer is brother to the dagger of the assassin."
Mageria Talsheir played by Trickster
Black Knight Captain. When what you do is all you are, who are you?
Sean Fletcher played by Blackbird26
"I swear on my life and my honor to live by the laws of the Pack and therefore surrender my life to the clan until death releases me of my oath."
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One of the two warring cities of Valcrest.
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OOC Notes
"Forgive me." The words were nothing more than a whisper as Jake stared at the cold gravestone before him. Only one sentence was read in its surface, he figured only Crys would have picked it out. It read: "Daniela Rivers - Finally at rest." To an outsider that might have come off as inappropriate, but it was an inside joke anyway. Any time Crys would tell her mother to relax or take a rest she would answer with. "I'll have plenty of time to do that when I'm dead." Jake let his eyes rest on the words and he let out a small chuckle.
Jake hadn't been in that camp in over a year. The clan as a whole saw his return as suspicious. Understandable. To them he had already committed treason once. He had been there for almost a week now, trying to do his share and avoiding Crys at all costs. He barely caught a glimpse of her or two as she passed by. Her mother's death was getting to her, he knew that. He also knew he couldn't possibly be as close to her as he would like. Not right now.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head respectfully. The last conversation he had with the leader of the Wolfpack was quick, and slightly unfriendly. Although he remembered the concern in her voice as he accepted his task, when she proceeded to list all the reasons why he shouldn't accept. Dani was never an emotional person, but that was her way of showing that she cared for his safety. Tears escaped the man's blue eyes as he recalled the day of her death. Seeing his leader fall to the ground from behind a black helm was something he would never forget. As the pain brought him to his knees, his fingers sunk into the dirt before the grave. "Forgive me." He repeated.
"What are you doing?" The familiar voice sounded in his ears and he opened his eyes. "Stand up, you idiot." Crys added.
Jake didn't move, he didn't think he would stand to turn around and face her right now. Suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder, she had knelt down next to him before he could even notice. "Jake, what are you doing?" She repeated the question.
Jake nodded, trying to get his voice to come out. Finally he answered. "I'm paying my respects, Crystal. Is there a problem with that?"
Crys sighed beside him and and he felt her skin against his as she ran her fingertips along the side of his face, he hadn't been this close to her in a very long time, under the circumstances it made him slightly uncomfortable. "You look different." She stated, her fingers stopping on the scar above his left eye.
Jake opened a half-smile. "You still look the same."
"You're not looking at me, silly." She laughed.
Jake sighed. "I don't have to. You'll always be the same stubborn child."
"Don't take me for a child, Knight. I can still give you a nice beating." She stated, in a playful tone, poking the scar. "Or have you forgotten?"
Jake finally looked at her. Crys did look exactly the same, the same familiar smirk crossing her face as she bragged about being able to beat him... Nothing had changed. He smiled. "No I haven't forgotten that." He wiped his hands on the front of his shirt before touching the gravestone with his right hand and standing up. "Don't ever call me that again." He told her. A hint of coldness crossed his voice for a second. Before she could answer a man's voice echoed across the camp.
"CRYSTAL!"
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Allison had been busy scouting. She had very little time to mourn Dani's death, she had been working non-stop to keep the camp as secure as possible under the circumstances. In the week and a half she had been there she barely got any sleep. She wasn't complaining though. Anything that she could do for the clan, she would do it. Tending to recruits was the worse though. Not that she didn't enjoy being an instructor, but... The questions were inevitable. They wanted to know about the Shadow's attack on her and expected her to brag about killing a White Knight. She had no idea how people even knew about those details. In the Pack though, once the word is out... It spreads quicker than a forest fire.
Crossing the main entrance and heading to the center of the camp she heard talking amongst some actives. The same talk had been going on over and over. She stopped, not looking at group of men talking, not even to register their faces. She leaned against a tree and listened. A slight frown crossing her expression.
"She hasn't given us any word on what our plan are! Someone needs to confront her at some point!"
"The question is: How rational can she still be? She's not talking to anyone and leaving us in the dark. We're the ones who are dying because of whatever they did in Newhaven. Why must we pay for her mistakes?"
"She is Dani daughter."
"She is not Dani. She is more Bastian's daughter, if you ask me. I never once trusted that outsider to begin with."
"Lionel... That's too much."
"No, I'm done. This ends now." The active by name of Lionel stated. Then he walked a few step and shouted. "CRYSTAL! SHOW YOURSELF!"
Ali raised her head and her blue eyes darted at the man. He couldn't possibly be that stupid. Crys came walking, slowly from the memorial and she immediately stopped a few steps before the man who had called for her. "Show yourself?" She repeated his words. "I was unaware that I was hiding, Lionel."
"I am done with this." He stated. Walking a step closer and pointing his finger at her disrespectfully. Ali let her hand slide towards her quiver. Then she heard Crys chuckle. Coldness in her voice as she answered the man. "Stop yourself before it's too late." She warned him.
"No. I challenge you!" He shouted.
The whole camp stopped as he said those words. As if time had suddenly stopped, or slowed considerably. Crys sighed. "I'll give you five seconds to leave my presence before I'm forced to kill you. Five..."
The man didn't move so she kept counting slowly:
"Four..."
"Three..."
As she spoke the word "Two." Ali heard one of the recruits scream. She had missed the split second when Crys pulled out her Sai and stabbed the man. The metallic sound of a knife was the only sound in the clearing as the dagger Lionel had pulled fell to the ground. Crys let the active fall to the ground at her feet before getting on one knee beside him and slitting his throat in one clean move. Then she rested his dagger over his chest, closed his eyes and whispered. "Rest in peace, my brother."
She stood up and sheathed the bloody Sai before finally speaking. "There is enough people killing our members already. Once this is over you can all turn on me. Right now, we should be fighting them and not each other." Her voice was calm and void of emotion as she spoke. Ali knew Crys a little better though... Killing one of her own men was a painful thing for her. Ali nodded as Crys turned her back, speaking as she walked away from the center of the camp. "Give this fool a proper burial, then return to your assignments."
Ali wanted to chase Crys down and talk to her, but she had her assignment to fulfill. There was just no time for friendship right now.
Jake hadn't been in that camp in over a year. The clan as a whole saw his return as suspicious. Understandable. To them he had already committed treason once. He had been there for almost a week now, trying to do his share and avoiding Crys at all costs. He barely caught a glimpse of her or two as she passed by. Her mother's death was getting to her, he knew that. He also knew he couldn't possibly be as close to her as he would like. Not right now.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head respectfully. The last conversation he had with the leader of the Wolfpack was quick, and slightly unfriendly. Although he remembered the concern in her voice as he accepted his task, when she proceeded to list all the reasons why he shouldn't accept. Dani was never an emotional person, but that was her way of showing that she cared for his safety. Tears escaped the man's blue eyes as he recalled the day of her death. Seeing his leader fall to the ground from behind a black helm was something he would never forget. As the pain brought him to his knees, his fingers sunk into the dirt before the grave. "Forgive me." He repeated.
"What are you doing?" The familiar voice sounded in his ears and he opened his eyes. "Stand up, you idiot." Crys added.
Jake didn't move, he didn't think he would stand to turn around and face her right now. Suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder, she had knelt down next to him before he could even notice. "Jake, what are you doing?" She repeated the question.
Jake nodded, trying to get his voice to come out. Finally he answered. "I'm paying my respects, Crystal. Is there a problem with that?"
Crys sighed beside him and and he felt her skin against his as she ran her fingertips along the side of his face, he hadn't been this close to her in a very long time, under the circumstances it made him slightly uncomfortable. "You look different." She stated, her fingers stopping on the scar above his left eye.
Jake opened a half-smile. "You still look the same."
"You're not looking at me, silly." She laughed.
Jake sighed. "I don't have to. You'll always be the same stubborn child."
"Don't take me for a child, Knight. I can still give you a nice beating." She stated, in a playful tone, poking the scar. "Or have you forgotten?"
Jake finally looked at her. Crys did look exactly the same, the same familiar smirk crossing her face as she bragged about being able to beat him... Nothing had changed. He smiled. "No I haven't forgotten that." He wiped his hands on the front of his shirt before touching the gravestone with his right hand and standing up. "Don't ever call me that again." He told her. A hint of coldness crossed his voice for a second. Before she could answer a man's voice echoed across the camp.
"CRYSTAL!"
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Allison had been busy scouting. She had very little time to mourn Dani's death, she had been working non-stop to keep the camp as secure as possible under the circumstances. In the week and a half she had been there she barely got any sleep. She wasn't complaining though. Anything that she could do for the clan, she would do it. Tending to recruits was the worse though. Not that she didn't enjoy being an instructor, but... The questions were inevitable. They wanted to know about the Shadow's attack on her and expected her to brag about killing a White Knight. She had no idea how people even knew about those details. In the Pack though, once the word is out... It spreads quicker than a forest fire.
Crossing the main entrance and heading to the center of the camp she heard talking amongst some actives. The same talk had been going on over and over. She stopped, not looking at group of men talking, not even to register their faces. She leaned against a tree and listened. A slight frown crossing her expression.
"She hasn't given us any word on what our plan are! Someone needs to confront her at some point!"
"The question is: How rational can she still be? She's not talking to anyone and leaving us in the dark. We're the ones who are dying because of whatever they did in Newhaven. Why must we pay for her mistakes?"
"She is Dani daughter."
"She is not Dani. She is more Bastian's daughter, if you ask me. I never once trusted that outsider to begin with."
"Lionel... That's too much."
"No, I'm done. This ends now." The active by name of Lionel stated. Then he walked a few step and shouted. "CRYSTAL! SHOW YOURSELF!"
Ali raised her head and her blue eyes darted at the man. He couldn't possibly be that stupid. Crys came walking, slowly from the memorial and she immediately stopped a few steps before the man who had called for her. "Show yourself?" She repeated his words. "I was unaware that I was hiding, Lionel."
"I am done with this." He stated. Walking a step closer and pointing his finger at her disrespectfully. Ali let her hand slide towards her quiver. Then she heard Crys chuckle. Coldness in her voice as she answered the man. "Stop yourself before it's too late." She warned him.
"No. I challenge you!" He shouted.
The whole camp stopped as he said those words. As if time had suddenly stopped, or slowed considerably. Crys sighed. "I'll give you five seconds to leave my presence before I'm forced to kill you. Five..."
The man didn't move so she kept counting slowly:
"Four..."
"Three..."
As she spoke the word "Two." Ali heard one of the recruits scream. She had missed the split second when Crys pulled out her Sai and stabbed the man. The metallic sound of a knife was the only sound in the clearing as the dagger Lionel had pulled fell to the ground. Crys let the active fall to the ground at her feet before getting on one knee beside him and slitting his throat in one clean move. Then she rested his dagger over his chest, closed his eyes and whispered. "Rest in peace, my brother."
She stood up and sheathed the bloody Sai before finally speaking. "There is enough people killing our members already. Once this is over you can all turn on me. Right now, we should be fighting them and not each other." Her voice was calm and void of emotion as she spoke. Ali knew Crys a little better though... Killing one of her own men was a painful thing for her. Ali nodded as Crys turned her back, speaking as she walked away from the center of the camp. "Give this fool a proper burial, then return to your assignments."
Ali wanted to chase Crys down and talk to her, but she had her assignment to fulfill. There was just no time for friendship right now.
OOC Notes
In the court of the Barracks, a single voice could be heard chanting the familiar call of a battle drill. A slim woman could be seen pacing back and forth in front of a line of soldiers, watching them carefully as they worked through the drills. It was a familiar practice, one that she could carry out without thinking. Which meant that she could think about the thing that was truly bothering her. Battle was easy. Simple and straight forward. But this business of carrying out an overarching campaign, that was more difficult. She had to consider every possible move from all angles, balancing the risks against the rewards. And there were all the things that she wasn’t happy about, but did anyway, simply to continue to protect Newhaven. This was her duty and her calling, and she would not fail in it.
“Halt! Fall out and form pairs, continue block and parry drills.”
She considered the events of the last few years. Finally the Wolfpack was on the decline, and they might even fall within the next few months. One good push might finish it off. She only hoped that she would be around to see the end of it. And after that?
“Halt! Fall out and form pairs, continue block and parry drills.”
She considered the events of the last few years. Finally the Wolfpack was on the decline, and they might even fall within the next few months. One good push might finish it off. She only hoped that she would be around to see the end of it. And after that?
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The general hubub of conversation faltered slightly as the tavern's bulky oak door was shoved open to reveal the tall figure of Eulalius. Other than a few whispers and nervous glances exchanged among the patrons, they quickly resumed their stupor induced tales and slack-jawed soliloquies known to the local populace.
Eulalius' eyes scanned the lobby area of the tavern, his gaze eventually falling upon a young man-Whom couldn't have been as old as 18 or 19- who was busying himself engulfing massive bites of salted pork and washing them down with what Eulalius presumed was ale.
He gracefully-Well, as gracefully as his age would allow- maneuvered his way through the thick crowd of growing-drunk civilians until he stood next to the boy seated in the corner, who sat alone up until then. The boy waved a hand for Eulalius to sit next to him, and he complied.
Their conversation was short, and to the point. Eulalius told the man he had what he requested, presenting the man a sealed envelope in exchange for a sack of coins that Eulalius found surprisingly heavy.
--
It was the first true information exchange that Eulalius had done in years. After he had be admitted into the Woflpack- Which he now called 'The Pack', much like most of his fellow members- he had dropped the business entirely, using his age as an excuse if some former customer should ask about it again. But this exchange was different, and Eulalius prized the man's endeavors.
The boy said he was a freelance assassin whom wasn't interested in joining the Pack, and took out targets for his own personal purposes. He sold the man information on the boy's target because it was a pompous businessman that Eulalius personally found annoying, but he was one that the Guild didn't have a written contract for, and Eulalius didn't want to wait. He wasn't sure how the Pack's leader would respond to his actions.
Regardless, Eulalius returned to the camp, scanning the area behind him frequently to make sure he wasn't being followed.
Eulalius' eyes scanned the lobby area of the tavern, his gaze eventually falling upon a young man-Whom couldn't have been as old as 18 or 19- who was busying himself engulfing massive bites of salted pork and washing them down with what Eulalius presumed was ale.
He gracefully-Well, as gracefully as his age would allow- maneuvered his way through the thick crowd of growing-drunk civilians until he stood next to the boy seated in the corner, who sat alone up until then. The boy waved a hand for Eulalius to sit next to him, and he complied.
Their conversation was short, and to the point. Eulalius told the man he had what he requested, presenting the man a sealed envelope in exchange for a sack of coins that Eulalius found surprisingly heavy.
--
It was the first true information exchange that Eulalius had done in years. After he had be admitted into the Woflpack- Which he now called 'The Pack', much like most of his fellow members- he had dropped the business entirely, using his age as an excuse if some former customer should ask about it again. But this exchange was different, and Eulalius prized the man's endeavors.
The boy said he was a freelance assassin whom wasn't interested in joining the Pack, and took out targets for his own personal purposes. He sold the man information on the boy's target because it was a pompous businessman that Eulalius personally found annoying, but he was one that the Guild didn't have a written contract for, and Eulalius didn't want to wait. He wasn't sure how the Pack's leader would respond to his actions.
Regardless, Eulalius returned to the camp, scanning the area behind him frequently to make sure he wasn't being followed.
OOC Notes
The camp was silent for once. There was no commotion of battles and no intensive training going on. Evin finally had a chance to get some well deserved sleep. It almost seemed that Evin hadn't slept since the battle in Newhaven took place almost a year ago. The battle was a walk in the park compared to what had to be done around camp to make sure that no one came close to destroying the camps. The promise he made to Dani hadn't even crossed his mind until she had died. He just had no time to take care of Crystal and make sure she didn't get into trouble. He had far more pressing matters to attend to.
Ella was a perfect example of this. It took a year of emotionally torturing her until she finally cracked. Just a few days ago, he had caught her plotting to kill Evin. It would only be a matter of days until she would actually go on with her plan. Then step one of her training would be complete and he could move on into working the more intensive stuff and actually sending her on missions with him.
Another thing he had to worry about was the attacks themselves. He was part of the tactics task force who was responsible for creating tactical offencive and defencive lines for when the attacks happened. If it wasn't for that work, the camp would have been lost a long time ago, but as the Knights started learning the tactics, the tactics had to be changed. So this job became a day by day struggle to stay one step ahead.
Finally, there was the new task that he was dealt with. One of Dani's last dying wishes was to make Evin second in command of the camp. On top of everything else, he had to take almost full responsibility of the camp now. Over look Crystal's decisions and discuss all the doings of the camp. It was too much for Evin to handle. No wonder Dani always seemed so bitter.
Suddenly, just as Evin was drifting off into sleep, he heard a man yell from outside, "CRYSTAL, SHOW YOUR SELF!"
He tried to ignore it, but the commotion continued. When Evin finally had enough of it, he swung open the cabin door and ran to the center of the camp where everything was happening. On the ground, just in front of the fire was Lionel, with his throat slit. Evin looked around for any possible attackers, but saw none. He quickly realised what must have happened.
Evin sighed and muttered a few curses under his breath, "Where the hell did Crystal go!" He demanded with authority, even if he didn't enjoy doing so that much.
Ella Page walked from the center of the crowd that was surrounding the dead man. The fear that he usually saw in her face was no longer there and it was one of an almost sick pleasure. Evin would find himself facing Ella's blade soon, but for now she co-operated with his demand. She didn't say anything. She just looked a certain way. It was enough for him to understand though and he went towards where he believed he would find her.
After a few minutes of walking down a narrow path, he caught up to Crystal. She was exactly where he expected her to be, by the lake.
He spoke, "Do you really think that you can do that to members of the Pack Crystal?" Before she had a chance to justify her actions, Evin continued. "Just because the man threatened you does not justify the fact that you took the life of one of our assets. Most of these men can only remember the life in the Wolf Pack and they remember it the way Dani handled things. That is all they know. It will take time for them to trust you, but I'll tell you now that killing will not help break that trust barrier. No matter how angry you get, you have to understand this."
Evin sat down beside Crystal, looking out into the lake. It was such a beautiful sight at this time of day.
Ella was a perfect example of this. It took a year of emotionally torturing her until she finally cracked. Just a few days ago, he had caught her plotting to kill Evin. It would only be a matter of days until she would actually go on with her plan. Then step one of her training would be complete and he could move on into working the more intensive stuff and actually sending her on missions with him.
Another thing he had to worry about was the attacks themselves. He was part of the tactics task force who was responsible for creating tactical offencive and defencive lines for when the attacks happened. If it wasn't for that work, the camp would have been lost a long time ago, but as the Knights started learning the tactics, the tactics had to be changed. So this job became a day by day struggle to stay one step ahead.
Finally, there was the new task that he was dealt with. One of Dani's last dying wishes was to make Evin second in command of the camp. On top of everything else, he had to take almost full responsibility of the camp now. Over look Crystal's decisions and discuss all the doings of the camp. It was too much for Evin to handle. No wonder Dani always seemed so bitter.
Suddenly, just as Evin was drifting off into sleep, he heard a man yell from outside, "CRYSTAL, SHOW YOUR SELF!"
He tried to ignore it, but the commotion continued. When Evin finally had enough of it, he swung open the cabin door and ran to the center of the camp where everything was happening. On the ground, just in front of the fire was Lionel, with his throat slit. Evin looked around for any possible attackers, but saw none. He quickly realised what must have happened.
Evin sighed and muttered a few curses under his breath, "Where the hell did Crystal go!" He demanded with authority, even if he didn't enjoy doing so that much.
Ella Page walked from the center of the crowd that was surrounding the dead man. The fear that he usually saw in her face was no longer there and it was one of an almost sick pleasure. Evin would find himself facing Ella's blade soon, but for now she co-operated with his demand. She didn't say anything. She just looked a certain way. It was enough for him to understand though and he went towards where he believed he would find her.
After a few minutes of walking down a narrow path, he caught up to Crystal. She was exactly where he expected her to be, by the lake.
He spoke, "Do you really think that you can do that to members of the Pack Crystal?" Before she had a chance to justify her actions, Evin continued. "Just because the man threatened you does not justify the fact that you took the life of one of our assets. Most of these men can only remember the life in the Wolf Pack and they remember it the way Dani handled things. That is all they know. It will take time for them to trust you, but I'll tell you now that killing will not help break that trust barrier. No matter how angry you get, you have to understand this."
Evin sat down beside Crystal, looking out into the lake. It was such a beautiful sight at this time of day.
OOC Notes
As Sir Sidin made his supervising rounds across the city, it occurred to him that the sky above Newhaven was entirely unfitting for the current situation. The morning was a brilliant blue, with the sun shining brightly overhead and not a cloud in the sky: perfect weather for a time of peace. A more forgiving time, where the nobleman would have been lazing about at the family manor, basking in the pleasures of youth, and entirely ignorant of the world around him. But in this time of war, with the city still in disarray and the advantage lying with Blackpond, a cloudy sky would have been more appropriate...
Which is not to say that things were entirely doomed: Newhaven was the best city in the world, and even these numerous turns of misfortune were only a temporary setback. Thomas was sure that the people of Newhaven would at least be able to fight Blackpond to a standstill, at which point the knights could determine whether or not it would be a good idea to continue the war or see if the city to the North would accept a peace that would eventually lead to the economic dominance of Newhaven.
By that point, Sir Sidin had made his way to the castle walls, where he stopped - after all, he expected to be meeting someone here - and took a glimpse at the once magnificent structure that the walls protected. Thomas' mind involuntary went back to the day of his knighting, as personally performed by the king himself - it was a grand ceremony, but one that was unlikely to be seen again. Unless...
"The missing prince..."
Thomas murmured the words to himself in an unbelieving whisper: the White Knights had served at the side of the rightful King of Newhaven for generations, which is why they had sent out a party to find the last known scion of the royal line. But the odds of finding him were slim, and the knight was very much occupied with the dealings of the city that were occurring in the here and now.
With that, a man in a hooded green cloak came up to the walls and saluted Sir Sidin. Thomas saluted the man back, and figuring him to be the messenger that his spy had sent, handed the man a letter with the seal of the White Knights on it and instructions to deliver the letter to Commander Boris by the former East Gate. As the man scurried off, and Thomas walked back towards the direction that he came from, the knight was somewhat saddened by the knowledge that neither would reach their destination as intended: seeing as both Thomas and his spy knew that the man in the latter's employ was a Blackpond agent who had previously been fed false information and now was nothing more than a liability. The envelope was covered with a slow-acting contact anaesthetic that would put the man to sleep sometime on his way to the East Gate and Boris had been instructed to keep a few men on watch for a man who collapsed in the middle of the street so that he could be quietly imprisoned under the guise of having the guard take the man away to a hospital. Of course, the man would have to be replaced by one who Thomas could guarantee was in his employ so that the charade could continue and his enemy counterpart wouldn't suspect a thing, surely as the same was being done in Blackpond at this very moment. Such was this war, closer to politics than the actual fighting...
With that, Thomas let out a yawn: In order to make sure that the man didn't suspect a thing, the knight hadn't worn any gloves, subjecting himself to the same anaesthetic - so it seemed that he would be getting to lie around like a lump after all. But unlike the messenger, Thomas had taken care to ensure that his nap was going to be followed by a pleasant (and not a rude) awakening.
Which is not to say that things were entirely doomed: Newhaven was the best city in the world, and even these numerous turns of misfortune were only a temporary setback. Thomas was sure that the people of Newhaven would at least be able to fight Blackpond to a standstill, at which point the knights could determine whether or not it would be a good idea to continue the war or see if the city to the North would accept a peace that would eventually lead to the economic dominance of Newhaven.
By that point, Sir Sidin had made his way to the castle walls, where he stopped - after all, he expected to be meeting someone here - and took a glimpse at the once magnificent structure that the walls protected. Thomas' mind involuntary went back to the day of his knighting, as personally performed by the king himself - it was a grand ceremony, but one that was unlikely to be seen again. Unless...
"The missing prince..."
Thomas murmured the words to himself in an unbelieving whisper: the White Knights had served at the side of the rightful King of Newhaven for generations, which is why they had sent out a party to find the last known scion of the royal line. But the odds of finding him were slim, and the knight was very much occupied with the dealings of the city that were occurring in the here and now.
With that, a man in a hooded green cloak came up to the walls and saluted Sir Sidin. Thomas saluted the man back, and figuring him to be the messenger that his spy had sent, handed the man a letter with the seal of the White Knights on it and instructions to deliver the letter to Commander Boris by the former East Gate. As the man scurried off, and Thomas walked back towards the direction that he came from, the knight was somewhat saddened by the knowledge that neither would reach their destination as intended: seeing as both Thomas and his spy knew that the man in the latter's employ was a Blackpond agent who had previously been fed false information and now was nothing more than a liability. The envelope was covered with a slow-acting contact anaesthetic that would put the man to sleep sometime on his way to the East Gate and Boris had been instructed to keep a few men on watch for a man who collapsed in the middle of the street so that he could be quietly imprisoned under the guise of having the guard take the man away to a hospital. Of course, the man would have to be replaced by one who Thomas could guarantee was in his employ so that the charade could continue and his enemy counterpart wouldn't suspect a thing, surely as the same was being done in Blackpond at this very moment. Such was this war, closer to politics than the actual fighting...
With that, Thomas let out a yawn: In order to make sure that the man didn't suspect a thing, the knight hadn't worn any gloves, subjecting himself to the same anaesthetic - so it seemed that he would be getting to lie around like a lump after all. But unlike the messenger, Thomas had taken care to ensure that his nap was going to be followed by a pleasant (and not a rude) awakening.
OOC Notes
Alexandra was practicing when she heard the man's shouting. She chose to ignore it, it had nothing to do with herself and besides, whoever wanted to pick a fight with Crystal obviously had some screws loose. She figured they deserved whatever they got.
And so she continued with her illusions, wincing as the usual cuts appeared on her hands. She pushed the pain to the back of her mind as she formed and dissolved and reformed this illusion and that, making it appear as though shadows were dancing or fire was crackling. She almost felt warm when she created the fire but knew it was in her head as illusions usually are.
She had become curious after a few minutes of forming and reforming different scenes and creatures and decided to see what had been the result of the idiot's, well, idiocy. She made the illusion dissipate and left the small clearing she had been in for the past few hours. She walked quickly to the camp and glanced around, there had definitely been no attackers; she had been correct in that assumption. Alexandra moved slowly toward the body she noticed lying on the ground, shaking her head. " Really Lionel..? You were a good fighter and all, but apparently you didn't have any brain to match." She said to the bloody corpse before she turned on her heel, muttering " Idiot."
And so she continued with her illusions, wincing as the usual cuts appeared on her hands. She pushed the pain to the back of her mind as she formed and dissolved and reformed this illusion and that, making it appear as though shadows were dancing or fire was crackling. She almost felt warm when she created the fire but knew it was in her head as illusions usually are.
She had become curious after a few minutes of forming and reforming different scenes and creatures and decided to see what had been the result of the idiot's, well, idiocy. She made the illusion dissipate and left the small clearing she had been in for the past few hours. She walked quickly to the camp and glanced around, there had definitely been no attackers; she had been correct in that assumption. Alexandra moved slowly toward the body she noticed lying on the ground, shaking her head. " Really Lionel..? You were a good fighter and all, but apparently you didn't have any brain to match." She said to the bloody corpse before she turned on her heel, muttering " Idiot."
OOC Notes
Blanditia willed the forest to make no noise were she stepped and she gracefully came to the Wolfpacks territory. She had heard the old leader had died and She had a strange need to pay her respect to the woman. She stepped out and used her skill to shadow herself so she wouldn't be noticed, at lest for awhile. She stood at the grave and felt tears slide down her face and she didn't understand why. She crouched down and placed a single purple rose on the grave. "I wish I had known you" she whispered and her voice carried gently almost like a breeze its self. She sat for awhile just whispering to the grave.
OOC Notes
Kranden turned the corner in the castle only to be struck by a dagger which luckily hit his breast plate and bounced off. Before his eyes even adjusted he was punched in the face. He recovered quickly pushing his attacker back. She fell to the ground but rolled back onto her feet grabbing another dagger. Mageria walked around the corner farther down the hall.
"Mageria Loo.." was all he could say before he was karate chopped in the throat and she was stabbed twice in the back and twice in the chest by two different assassins.
The female who had ambushed him first put her foot on his throat and asked cruelly, "Any last words, captain?" She made a mockery of him by baby voicing the word captain.
Before he could answer she jumped into the air, did a flip and brought the daggers down to his throat.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed waking up. His scream hit the ceiling of his room caving it in. A bed fell through the ceiling and into his room. His scream echoed out his window and down the hall way out other windows over the town. Now there was going to be some tenseness throughout the city, as if something had gone wrong.
"Everything alright captain?" Someone asked from outside the door to his chamber.
"No, it isn't Luken." He said upset. "We need to get some workers to move this bed and plaster the ceiling.
"Sir, this is the second time this wee.."
"I know," Krander interrupted.
The bed was hauled out and Krander tried to wander back to sleep.
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The next morning Krander felt tense and tired. He was sore and his voice was hoarse. 'Must have been one hell of a scream,' He thought to himself.
He did his rounds and passed the training grounds. He listened and laughed to himself as Mageria yelled at the recruits. She was one stuborn killing machine, and he was glad to have her as a teammate. She executed every order (and person) she was commanded extremely well and as quickly as possible. He was certain he could call her a "brother" as well as a friend.
He looked around him and took the secret path back into the castle. "Oh, King, What has become of us?" He asked as he began walking to the top of the castle.
"Mageria Loo.." was all he could say before he was karate chopped in the throat and she was stabbed twice in the back and twice in the chest by two different assassins.
The female who had ambushed him first put her foot on his throat and asked cruelly, "Any last words, captain?" She made a mockery of him by baby voicing the word captain.
Before he could answer she jumped into the air, did a flip and brought the daggers down to his throat.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed waking up. His scream hit the ceiling of his room caving it in. A bed fell through the ceiling and into his room. His scream echoed out his window and down the hall way out other windows over the town. Now there was going to be some tenseness throughout the city, as if something had gone wrong.
"Everything alright captain?" Someone asked from outside the door to his chamber.
"No, it isn't Luken." He said upset. "We need to get some workers to move this bed and plaster the ceiling.
"Sir, this is the second time this wee.."
"I know," Krander interrupted.
The bed was hauled out and Krander tried to wander back to sleep.
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The next morning Krander felt tense and tired. He was sore and his voice was hoarse. 'Must have been one hell of a scream,' He thought to himself.
He did his rounds and passed the training grounds. He listened and laughed to himself as Mageria yelled at the recruits. She was one stuborn killing machine, and he was glad to have her as a teammate. She executed every order (and person) she was commanded extremely well and as quickly as possible. He was certain he could call her a "brother" as well as a friend.
He looked around him and took the secret path back into the castle. "Oh, King, What has become of us?" He asked as he began walking to the top of the castle.
OOC Notes
Mageria found Captain Krander with relatively few problems, simply asking a few of the servants that she passed. Not being on duty as a Black Knight, she simply wore the uniform of a high ranking Castle guard. It allowed her to carry her weapons, not be questioned, and protect her alternate identity. That was enough for her, since the point of being a Black Knight was to not be recognized while on duty.
She found Krander at the top of the battlements, not entirely a surprise. She leaned her back against the wall next to him and glanced at him out of the side of her eye.
“So, apparently you brought down an entire floor of the castle, dumping at least a dozen people out of their beds, waking the rest of the castle, and terrorizing at least a dozen maids.” A rare moment of good humor softened the lines of her face, with a smile tugging at the right side of her face. The wind gusted, blowing a few strands of coppery hair into her eyes. She brushed them out of the way absently as she turned and leaned against the wall, studying the town below them.
“So when are we going to strike next? I have my sources in the camp, and Pondus is out there as backup if needed. I’ve got more Knights in the field that here. This is the time to finish it. The Pack is weak right now, under strength and their leader is struggling to stay in control. One good campaign will finish them off and we can go back to concentrating on the rest of our enemies.”
She found Krander at the top of the battlements, not entirely a surprise. She leaned her back against the wall next to him and glanced at him out of the side of her eye.
“So, apparently you brought down an entire floor of the castle, dumping at least a dozen people out of their beds, waking the rest of the castle, and terrorizing at least a dozen maids.” A rare moment of good humor softened the lines of her face, with a smile tugging at the right side of her face. The wind gusted, blowing a few strands of coppery hair into her eyes. She brushed them out of the way absently as she turned and leaned against the wall, studying the town below them.
“So when are we going to strike next? I have my sources in the camp, and Pondus is out there as backup if needed. I’ve got more Knights in the field that here. This is the time to finish it. The Pack is weak right now, under strength and their leader is struggling to stay in control. One good campaign will finish them off and we can go back to concentrating on the rest of our enemies.”
OOC Notes
Crys had walked towards the lake almost immediately after killing Lionel. She hadn't yet bothered to wash the blood off her blade. She didn't enjoy having to do that, but she felt no hesitation, no doubt, no fear, given the chance he would have killed her. If he had been bluffing, if it was just talk... It didn't have to go that far. "Damn fool!" she muttered, tossing a small piece of rock into the water. Then she raised her head when she heard footsteps. She sighed, quietly. She didn't as much as flinch when Evin spoke to her. She listened to his words of course, although she didn't think he quite understood the situation.
The moment he sat beside her, she moved away from him a little, more on an instinct than for any other reason. As if somehow he would know what she was thinking if she sat any closer. Although she knew for a fact that he couldn't. "If you're here just for the sake of scolding me, then don't bother. I'm very much capable of doing that myself." She mumbled. Finally she pulled out her Sai and a piece of cloth. She dipped the cloth in the water before using it to wipe off the blood on her blade. She could still smell the blood on her hands. It sickened her. It was the first time blood ever bothered her. Including the night she discovered her father dead in the Inn at Blackpond. Once the blade was clean, or she thought it to be clean, she raised her head to face Evin.
Her voice sounded slightly more clear this time as she spoke. "I don't think I can kill members of this clan, just because I'm angry Evin, that would be treason. I did not do this because Lionel threatened me, to make some kind of example out of him, or to try and impose respect on the clan." She sighed. "I did it because I knew that if I didn't he would have killed me. Without the slightest hesitation." She flipped the dagger between her fingers as she allowed herself to think for a moment. "I honestly wish he had been bluffing. I could have easily overlooked that... Everyone is angry right now, I wouldn't hold it against him. I'm not like that." She was sounding apologetic now, so she stopped herself and went silent for a moment or two.
She smiled slightly to herself for a second as if she suddenly remembered something funny as she felt someone at the memorial nearby, she wondered who that was, but shut down the smile immediately. "So... Is your recruit finally turning on you?" She asked him, trying to fake a severe tone. She had given up on trying to criticize Evin's methods a long time ago. She did catch herself remembering the girl though. Aside from a split second during the battle at the castle, when she thought she sensed something interesting in her, she didn't pay much attention to Ella. Suddenly she felt that she should.
The moment he sat beside her, she moved away from him a little, more on an instinct than for any other reason. As if somehow he would know what she was thinking if she sat any closer. Although she knew for a fact that he couldn't. "If you're here just for the sake of scolding me, then don't bother. I'm very much capable of doing that myself." She mumbled. Finally she pulled out her Sai and a piece of cloth. She dipped the cloth in the water before using it to wipe off the blood on her blade. She could still smell the blood on her hands. It sickened her. It was the first time blood ever bothered her. Including the night she discovered her father dead in the Inn at Blackpond. Once the blade was clean, or she thought it to be clean, she raised her head to face Evin.
Her voice sounded slightly more clear this time as she spoke. "I don't think I can kill members of this clan, just because I'm angry Evin, that would be treason. I did not do this because Lionel threatened me, to make some kind of example out of him, or to try and impose respect on the clan." She sighed. "I did it because I knew that if I didn't he would have killed me. Without the slightest hesitation." She flipped the dagger between her fingers as she allowed herself to think for a moment. "I honestly wish he had been bluffing. I could have easily overlooked that... Everyone is angry right now, I wouldn't hold it against him. I'm not like that." She was sounding apologetic now, so she stopped herself and went silent for a moment or two.
She smiled slightly to herself for a second as if she suddenly remembered something funny as she felt someone at the memorial nearby, she wondered who that was, but shut down the smile immediately. "So... Is your recruit finally turning on you?" She asked him, trying to fake a severe tone. She had given up on trying to criticize Evin's methods a long time ago. She did catch herself remembering the girl though. Aside from a split second during the battle at the castle, when she thought she sensed something interesting in her, she didn't pay much attention to Ella. Suddenly she felt that she should.
OOC Notes
Evin sighed while Crystal was whining about her only choice. Anger began to develop deep down in Evin's stomach, but he held it back. All he thought about was how Sebastian would handle the situation. That was what Dani wanted from him anyways. He needed to keep the promise he made to her no matter what. Now was the perfect time to start. He just continued to listen. He made sure that he wouldn't show his emotion, even if Crystal could feel them. It would just show that Evin understood her enough that he didn't want to express his feelings, but she still understood how he felt deep inside. Evin called this way of communicating with Crystal his telepathy. Although Evin did not possess any such power, he was still able to communicate emotions to Crystal on a whole other level that most people wouldn't understand.
As Crystal finished, her expression quickly changed, just for a moment. She felt something unusual somewhere near by. He came to realise what it was when he heard noises in the bushes behind him. Crystal continued the conversation on another topic. This time, she spoke about Ella and how her training was going. "So... Is your recruit finally turning on you?" This just came to solidify Evin's suspicions of what exactly Crystal had felt just seconds before.
"You'll see in a second." Evin took a few seconds after he said that to draw one of his daggers from out of his sleeve. In an instant, Evin turned around to catch the dagger that was aimed to pierce the back of his neck. The tang noise from the two daggers clashing caused all the birds in the trees around the pond to fly away into the sky's. Evin grabbed the wrist of the attacker and kneed her in the stomach to make sure she wouldn't be able to get up for another couple of minutes.
"That was a worthless attempt at best Ella, but you did what I have been waiting for none the less. Tomorrow, you will start your next part of training. Now that you are willing to kill, you will be allowed to join me in training for properly planning a hit."
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Ella didn't do much for the next minute. She was just lying on the ground trying to hold back the tears that she so desperately did not want to show. Her plan had failed and now she barely catch her breath. What did this mean for her. Would Crystal see this a treason and have her executed. She didn't want to think about the several possibilities of outcomes for her. Even worse would be what Evin might do to her now. What type of sadistic training would he have her preform now. Or was it all over. She only hoped she could tell. She smiled up to Evin, her sadistic smile and said, "You... sick bastard." She could barely catch her breath as she spit out her words.
She got up from the mud she was laying in and went back her little cabin to freshen up the best she could.
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"Cute kid, don't you think?" Evin turned himself back around to face Crystal. He sat back down, this time facing her. "And just so you know, I didn't need the hint that she was coming thank you very much. I could tell that she was coming without you hinting that you sensed her."
As Crystal finished, her expression quickly changed, just for a moment. She felt something unusual somewhere near by. He came to realise what it was when he heard noises in the bushes behind him. Crystal continued the conversation on another topic. This time, she spoke about Ella and how her training was going. "So... Is your recruit finally turning on you?" This just came to solidify Evin's suspicions of what exactly Crystal had felt just seconds before.
"You'll see in a second." Evin took a few seconds after he said that to draw one of his daggers from out of his sleeve. In an instant, Evin turned around to catch the dagger that was aimed to pierce the back of his neck. The tang noise from the two daggers clashing caused all the birds in the trees around the pond to fly away into the sky's. Evin grabbed the wrist of the attacker and kneed her in the stomach to make sure she wouldn't be able to get up for another couple of minutes.
"That was a worthless attempt at best Ella, but you did what I have been waiting for none the less. Tomorrow, you will start your next part of training. Now that you are willing to kill, you will be allowed to join me in training for properly planning a hit."
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Ella didn't do much for the next minute. She was just lying on the ground trying to hold back the tears that she so desperately did not want to show. Her plan had failed and now she barely catch her breath. What did this mean for her. Would Crystal see this a treason and have her executed. She didn't want to think about the several possibilities of outcomes for her. Even worse would be what Evin might do to her now. What type of sadistic training would he have her preform now. Or was it all over. She only hoped she could tell. She smiled up to Evin, her sadistic smile and said, "You... sick bastard." She could barely catch her breath as she spit out her words.
She got up from the mud she was laying in and went back her little cabin to freshen up the best she could.
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"Cute kid, don't you think?" Evin turned himself back around to face Crystal. He sat back down, this time facing her. "And just so you know, I didn't need the hint that she was coming thank you very much. I could tell that she was coming without you hinting that you sensed her."
OOC Notes
Allison had finished training one of her recruits a bit early. She had to send the 13 year old boy to the healers. Served him right for trying to grab her bow out of her hands. "Idiot." She muttered as she walked towards the lake. She snickered as she caught a glimpse of Ella walking away from the small clearing. As the girl passed her, Ali heard something in the bushes and turned around. She saw nothing. Facing the lake she saw Crys and Evin sitting there. She nodded. "So, you went back to stalking her now?" She asked in a whispering tone. Jake made himself visible and shot a glare towards Evin to make sure the man hadn't noticed him. Didn't look like he had. Then he sighed. "So, what if I am?"
Ali took a good look at her friend, Jake looked miserable. As if he hadn't slept in years. "You look awful." She stated.
He chuckled. "Well, thank you, you look very unattractive yourself."
She smirked slightly. "Oh, that's just your opinion, Jacob." Her expression turned slightly more serious and she looked towards Crys. "I think she's finally losing it."
"No... She's not. She might though." Jake shot a glare at Evin again as if he stated that he was responsible for making sure she didn't. "She lost her mother, days ago, and everyone expects her to just..."
"They're frightened Jake, and angry. They want to feel like there is someone thinking clearly for them because they can't. It's her responsibility to be that person, or at least pretend." She sighed. "I love Crys too, and I really wish we could all hold her hand right now, but let's face reality here... Leaders only get challenged in this clan if they show themselves weak. Evin is doing a good job, but if we simply sit here and hope we can fend them off forever, soon there won't be much left of us. We're cornered."
"I know that." He stated, and walked away. Ali watched him leave with a slight frown. Wondering what had happened to him in Newhaven. The Jake she knew would never walk away like that.
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Crys nodded, smiling slightly at the girl's lame attempt to take Evin out. "I do know, and you're welcome, but I wasn't actually hinting you." She chuckled. "She has a valid point though... You are a sick bastard."
"Look who's talking." Ali stated as she walked towards the lake and sat down, letting out an exhausted sigh. "Stupid recruits." She muttered.
Crys snickered. "Look who's talking now." Then she she nodded. "Trouble?"
"That depends... Breaking my recruit's ribs is not treason, right?"
"No." Crys answered, with a chuckle. "How many of yours have I broken?"
"All of them I think. That one time at least." Ali mumbled trying to remember. "How come you guys are always here? This is supposed to be my spot."
"I came here to be alone." Crys shrugged. "Not happening though."
Ali sighed. "Do we have a plan Crys? I mean..."
"I know what you mean." Crys stated, with a slight frown. "I have been thinking about it. We're low on supplies our people are getting attacked whenever they go hunting for food... If not by the soldiers by those stinking mercenaries." She sighed. "No matter how long we manage to stand our ground, eventually they'll break us."
"There's one thing we can do." Ali stated. "While I was in the ruins I violated one of the rules, so... Lena put me to work as punishment. I met some injured soldiers while working there. One of them mentioned that the ruler of Newhaven, the former ruler, had two children. The younger sibling has been missing for years now. That person technically is the ruler of Newhaven."
"And we have no idea where to look..." Crys mumbled. "If we could get this person on our side, that could make our lives easier."
"That's what I thought." Ali stated. "I didn't ask many questions though. I didn't want the man to figure out who he was really speaking to."
Crys smiled. "Oh, I'm sure Lena would have handled that." She frowned slightly and turned to Evin. "You think Ella would know something about this story? I mean, she was close to the real king."
Ali took a good look at her friend, Jake looked miserable. As if he hadn't slept in years. "You look awful." She stated.
He chuckled. "Well, thank you, you look very unattractive yourself."
She smirked slightly. "Oh, that's just your opinion, Jacob." Her expression turned slightly more serious and she looked towards Crys. "I think she's finally losing it."
"No... She's not. She might though." Jake shot a glare at Evin again as if he stated that he was responsible for making sure she didn't. "She lost her mother, days ago, and everyone expects her to just..."
"They're frightened Jake, and angry. They want to feel like there is someone thinking clearly for them because they can't. It's her responsibility to be that person, or at least pretend." She sighed. "I love Crys too, and I really wish we could all hold her hand right now, but let's face reality here... Leaders only get challenged in this clan if they show themselves weak. Evin is doing a good job, but if we simply sit here and hope we can fend them off forever, soon there won't be much left of us. We're cornered."
"I know that." He stated, and walked away. Ali watched him leave with a slight frown. Wondering what had happened to him in Newhaven. The Jake she knew would never walk away like that.
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Crys nodded, smiling slightly at the girl's lame attempt to take Evin out. "I do know, and you're welcome, but I wasn't actually hinting you." She chuckled. "She has a valid point though... You are a sick bastard."
"Look who's talking." Ali stated as she walked towards the lake and sat down, letting out an exhausted sigh. "Stupid recruits." She muttered.
Crys snickered. "Look who's talking now." Then she she nodded. "Trouble?"
"That depends... Breaking my recruit's ribs is not treason, right?"
"No." Crys answered, with a chuckle. "How many of yours have I broken?"
"All of them I think. That one time at least." Ali mumbled trying to remember. "How come you guys are always here? This is supposed to be my spot."
"I came here to be alone." Crys shrugged. "Not happening though."
Ali sighed. "Do we have a plan Crys? I mean..."
"I know what you mean." Crys stated, with a slight frown. "I have been thinking about it. We're low on supplies our people are getting attacked whenever they go hunting for food... If not by the soldiers by those stinking mercenaries." She sighed. "No matter how long we manage to stand our ground, eventually they'll break us."
"There's one thing we can do." Ali stated. "While I was in the ruins I violated one of the rules, so... Lena put me to work as punishment. I met some injured soldiers while working there. One of them mentioned that the ruler of Newhaven, the former ruler, had two children. The younger sibling has been missing for years now. That person technically is the ruler of Newhaven."
"And we have no idea where to look..." Crys mumbled. "If we could get this person on our side, that could make our lives easier."
"That's what I thought." Ali stated. "I didn't ask many questions though. I didn't want the man to figure out who he was really speaking to."
Crys smiled. "Oh, I'm sure Lena would have handled that." She frowned slightly and turned to Evin. "You think Ella would know something about this story? I mean, she was close to the real king."
OOC Notes
"Stand And Deliver!!"
Eddie's voice echoed down the forest path, followed by a thunder of hooves as the Coach driver urged his mounts on to an even greater speed, a heartbeat later, more hoof-beats sounded upon the trail as Eddie Clarke, closely followed by the dozen other leather and chain clad warriors that made up the infamous mercanary group konw as the 'Red Raven' galloped out onto the path and, kicking up great clouds of dust in the process, thundered off after the reateating coach!
Driving his boot heels into his horses flanks, Eddie broke away from the group, riding ahead, hell for leather and gaining on the coach all the while, the Bandit cheif grinned, pearly white teeth glinting out of his tanned, un-shaven face, long, slicked back dark hair whipping out behind him around the blood red bandanna that marked him as a member of the Raven, the Mercanary laughed, this was the life!
As Eddie gained, he suddenly spied the coach driver leaping up onto the flat roof of his own pitching coach, and take a bead on the Mercanary Captain, a loaded crossbow in his hands!
Eddie swore loudly, as the dirver fired, pitching himself sideways, the Rouge felt the bolt whip past his ear and a split second later, found himself hanging sideways off his saddle, desprately trying to right himself!
With a shouted curse, Eddie pulled himself back up onto his seat, in time to see the coach driver throw back his cloak, rip a pair of ornate silver daggers from his belt, and, with a running leap, flew straight off the end of the coach, turning in the gracefully air as he did so...
"Ah shit... ASSASSIN!!"
Eddie screamed, before the coachmans riding boots hit him square in the chest, knocking him head over heels off the back of his saddle, and landing him sprawled in the dirt of the track!
Eddie scrambled to his feet, groping for his sword as the Assassin leapt lightly down from his mount, twirling his daggers as he advanced on the Mercanary...
"Ah... can we talk about this..?"
Eddie began as with a, smug, arrogant grin and slight shake of the head, the Assassin leapt...
...Only to be smashed clean out of the air by a viscious, two handed stroke of a huge, blonde maned man, swining a massive warhammer from atop his thundering charger!
Bone cracked and crimson sprayed across the dirt as the Assassin was knocked across the path to smash against the trunk of a sturdy oak some distance away, before crumpling to the ground like a broken doll!
The rest of the band gathered round as the huge blonde man swung himself down from his saddle and, shouldering his warhammer, extended a hand down towards his leader.
"What seized fucking brain, little man?"
The big man growled,
"Riding ahead of the group, like a troll with a poker up its arse!"
Eddie looked up from the dirt, and grinned wickedly,
"Leader's privilege Bjorn,"
The Bandit Captain told his second in command, accepting the Barbarians offered hand and letting the big man haul him to his feet,
"To live fast, be the first in the fray and to take the finest pick of the spoils, that or die young and leave a beautiful corpse!"
Eddie cackled and, whipping his hip flask from his belt, took a long, well earned swig, up ahead, the driverless coach had trundled to a halt some distance down the path....
"Right lads,"
The Rouge Captain adressed his men, dusting himself down as he did so and jerking a thumb towards the coach,
"Lets see what our freind over yonder was carrying!"
Eddie's voice echoed down the forest path, followed by a thunder of hooves as the Coach driver urged his mounts on to an even greater speed, a heartbeat later, more hoof-beats sounded upon the trail as Eddie Clarke, closely followed by the dozen other leather and chain clad warriors that made up the infamous mercanary group konw as the 'Red Raven' galloped out onto the path and, kicking up great clouds of dust in the process, thundered off after the reateating coach!
Driving his boot heels into his horses flanks, Eddie broke away from the group, riding ahead, hell for leather and gaining on the coach all the while, the Bandit cheif grinned, pearly white teeth glinting out of his tanned, un-shaven face, long, slicked back dark hair whipping out behind him around the blood red bandanna that marked him as a member of the Raven, the Mercanary laughed, this was the life!
As Eddie gained, he suddenly spied the coach driver leaping up onto the flat roof of his own pitching coach, and take a bead on the Mercanary Captain, a loaded crossbow in his hands!
Eddie swore loudly, as the dirver fired, pitching himself sideways, the Rouge felt the bolt whip past his ear and a split second later, found himself hanging sideways off his saddle, desprately trying to right himself!
With a shouted curse, Eddie pulled himself back up onto his seat, in time to see the coach driver throw back his cloak, rip a pair of ornate silver daggers from his belt, and, with a running leap, flew straight off the end of the coach, turning in the gracefully air as he did so...
"Ah shit... ASSASSIN!!"
Eddie screamed, before the coachmans riding boots hit him square in the chest, knocking him head over heels off the back of his saddle, and landing him sprawled in the dirt of the track!
Eddie scrambled to his feet, groping for his sword as the Assassin leapt lightly down from his mount, twirling his daggers as he advanced on the Mercanary...
"Ah... can we talk about this..?"
Eddie began as with a, smug, arrogant grin and slight shake of the head, the Assassin leapt...
...Only to be smashed clean out of the air by a viscious, two handed stroke of a huge, blonde maned man, swining a massive warhammer from atop his thundering charger!
Bone cracked and crimson sprayed across the dirt as the Assassin was knocked across the path to smash against the trunk of a sturdy oak some distance away, before crumpling to the ground like a broken doll!
The rest of the band gathered round as the huge blonde man swung himself down from his saddle and, shouldering his warhammer, extended a hand down towards his leader.
"What seized fucking brain, little man?"
The big man growled,
"Riding ahead of the group, like a troll with a poker up its arse!"
Eddie looked up from the dirt, and grinned wickedly,
"Leader's privilege Bjorn,"
The Bandit Captain told his second in command, accepting the Barbarians offered hand and letting the big man haul him to his feet,
"To live fast, be the first in the fray and to take the finest pick of the spoils, that or die young and leave a beautiful corpse!"
Eddie cackled and, whipping his hip flask from his belt, took a long, well earned swig, up ahead, the driverless coach had trundled to a halt some distance down the path....
"Right lads,"
The Rouge Captain adressed his men, dusting himself down as he did so and jerking a thumb towards the coach,
"Lets see what our freind over yonder was carrying!"
OOC Notes
Helena Turner had an exhausting night. Headaches had kept her from sleeping, and her body was aching for just no reason at all. Maybe she was falling ill, maybe she just wasn't the child she used to be anymore... But that was the least of her concerns at the moment. The ruins were crowded with injured people. Soldiers, civilians... Assassins... Even people who weren't hurt, but simply wanted to get away from the constant battles. The White Shadows would take anyone as long as they left their weapons behind. With all that, and after having sent small groups of healers to both cities as well as the Wolfpack camp, Lena had her hands full and that to say the very least.
Pressure on the war was building to a breaking point. Blackpond was putting pressure on the healers to stop aiding Newhaven. They claimed that if they took over the city it would all be over. Even if that was true, Lena didn't listen to it. Even amongst her own clan opinions were torn as some believed that they should simply step aside instead of feeding the war. It was valid point, Lena couldn't deny that, but... As long as they could be useful, she couldn't really bring herself to accept the idea of doing nothing. Innocent people were involved after all.
"Mom?"
Lena lifted her eyes from the book she was pretending to read and looked up at her daughter. She had called for Annie and had completely forgotten why until that moment. The woman let out a long sigh, before finally speaking. "I need you to pack your equipment and head for the Wolfpack's camp."
Lena watched as the girl's brown eyes narrowed and she questioned the order with suspicion in her voice. "For what reason, may I ask?"
"No, you may not ask, Annie. Do as I say." Lena answered. "Come see me again once you are ready to leave.
Annie let out an impatient and annoyed sigh. "Yes, mother."
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Annie was not pleased with her mother's decision. Not in one bit. She didn't see why she should go if they were so short on healers at their own camp. She didn't like the idea of traveling all that much either. Blackpond guards have been spotted harassing healers lately, to keep them away from Newhaven. They weren't being violent, but Annie was tiny compared to almost any man and she was incapable of avoiding conflict if they happen to try and intimidate her. She usually annoyed people easily. She sighed, checking that her antidote kit was all complete before packing it. She lifted her bag once she had everything with it and on the ground underneath it she found an envelope. looking at it curiously she picked it up and opened it. Inside there was a small dagger, and a note. It read: "I took your advice, now you take mine. Stay safe kid, it's a messed up world out there."
Annie laughed at the note and hid the dagger on the belt she wore beneath her robes. She knew how much it must have cost Allison to sneak that dagger in, the least she could do was take her efforts into consideration.
As she was done packing she went back to her mother's tent, and stepped inside. "I'm ready to leave." She stated. Her voice was a little more calm than it was at their first conversation.
Annie watched her mother as she closed the book she had been staring at. Not much reading, but simply staring at it. She then handed the book to Annie. "This book here contains important information on that missing dagger. Last time I saw Jacob, he demanded this information." She smirked slightly when she said demanded, as if it was hilarious that Jake thought he could afford to make any demands. "I denied him his request, for obvious reasons, but... Now that the weapon is gone, maybe it will be useful in some way."
"Should I give this to Jake?" Annie asked taking the book.
"No. Straight to Crystal. She can't read it, but she'll know who's reliable enough to do it. I don't this information anywhere near Jake. He has obsessed enough over this dagger in the past year."
"Yes mother." Annie nodded and bowed her head slightly before turning to leave. As she walked out of the tent she heard her mother's voice.
"Stay safe kid. It's a messed up world."
Annie laughed as she walked out. She was more than used to not being able to hide anything from her mother. She added the weight of the book to the contents of her bag and began to make her way towards the forest.
Pressure on the war was building to a breaking point. Blackpond was putting pressure on the healers to stop aiding Newhaven. They claimed that if they took over the city it would all be over. Even if that was true, Lena didn't listen to it. Even amongst her own clan opinions were torn as some believed that they should simply step aside instead of feeding the war. It was valid point, Lena couldn't deny that, but... As long as they could be useful, she couldn't really bring herself to accept the idea of doing nothing. Innocent people were involved after all.
"Mom?"
Lena lifted her eyes from the book she was pretending to read and looked up at her daughter. She had called for Annie and had completely forgotten why until that moment. The woman let out a long sigh, before finally speaking. "I need you to pack your equipment and head for the Wolfpack's camp."
Lena watched as the girl's brown eyes narrowed and she questioned the order with suspicion in her voice. "For what reason, may I ask?"
"No, you may not ask, Annie. Do as I say." Lena answered. "Come see me again once you are ready to leave.
Annie let out an impatient and annoyed sigh. "Yes, mother."
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Annie was not pleased with her mother's decision. Not in one bit. She didn't see why she should go if they were so short on healers at their own camp. She didn't like the idea of traveling all that much either. Blackpond guards have been spotted harassing healers lately, to keep them away from Newhaven. They weren't being violent, but Annie was tiny compared to almost any man and she was incapable of avoiding conflict if they happen to try and intimidate her. She usually annoyed people easily. She sighed, checking that her antidote kit was all complete before packing it. She lifted her bag once she had everything with it and on the ground underneath it she found an envelope. looking at it curiously she picked it up and opened it. Inside there was a small dagger, and a note. It read: "I took your advice, now you take mine. Stay safe kid, it's a messed up world out there."
Annie laughed at the note and hid the dagger on the belt she wore beneath her robes. She knew how much it must have cost Allison to sneak that dagger in, the least she could do was take her efforts into consideration.
As she was done packing she went back to her mother's tent, and stepped inside. "I'm ready to leave." She stated. Her voice was a little more calm than it was at their first conversation.
Annie watched her mother as she closed the book she had been staring at. Not much reading, but simply staring at it. She then handed the book to Annie. "This book here contains important information on that missing dagger. Last time I saw Jacob, he demanded this information." She smirked slightly when she said demanded, as if it was hilarious that Jake thought he could afford to make any demands. "I denied him his request, for obvious reasons, but... Now that the weapon is gone, maybe it will be useful in some way."
"Should I give this to Jake?" Annie asked taking the book.
"No. Straight to Crystal. She can't read it, but she'll know who's reliable enough to do it. I don't this information anywhere near Jake. He has obsessed enough over this dagger in the past year."
"Yes mother." Annie nodded and bowed her head slightly before turning to leave. As she walked out of the tent she heard her mother's voice.
"Stay safe kid. It's a messed up world."
Annie laughed as she walked out. She was more than used to not being able to hide anything from her mother. She added the weight of the book to the contents of her bag and began to make her way towards the forest.
OOC Notes
Phelix wandered the halls aimlessly. "Such a waste" he mumbled to himself. He was even more restricted to the castle than ever. Not only that but NO one really was ever in the castle, even assasins were few and far between.
"Can't get a good brew, can't get a good brawl, and can't even get some good ass." he muttered under his breath. He instantly thought of Kranden and the wonderful times they had spent together since they met.
"Phelix, salute!" Commanded his superior.
"Ten, Hut!" He saluted. They both kept walking down the corridor. He would pass him again in about another 5 minutes, and the scene would be repeated.
Life was boring for Phelix. He hoped every morning that some day, some how, he would be able to get out and see his lover, and kill a few assassins.
"All this training is going to waste!" He said, loud enough for a slight echo. Echoing also brought his mind to Krander. He sighed deeply and repeated the scene with his superior.
If only something interesting would happen to the castle, or somewhere close by, so they could all leave and he could release some pent up energy by using his ability...
"Can't get a good brew, can't get a good brawl, and can't even get some good ass." he muttered under his breath. He instantly thought of Kranden and the wonderful times they had spent together since they met.
"Phelix, salute!" Commanded his superior.
"Ten, Hut!" He saluted. They both kept walking down the corridor. He would pass him again in about another 5 minutes, and the scene would be repeated.
Life was boring for Phelix. He hoped every morning that some day, some how, he would be able to get out and see his lover, and kill a few assassins.
"All this training is going to waste!" He said, loud enough for a slight echo. Echoing also brought his mind to Krander. He sighed deeply and repeated the scene with his superior.
If only something interesting would happen to the castle, or somewhere close by, so they could all leave and he could release some pent up energy by using his ability...
OOC Notes
Krander listened as Mageria spoke.
"Well two problems. One, and more importantly, the Night terrors. You aren't Enlightened," he said gently, "so you don't understand, but I know you ARE capable OF understanding." He let out a grin which he quickly pulled back. "The first was about Phelix, and he was killed. The second, just this morning, was an ambush on the castle in which you were killed and was I." He looked at her. "I know it was a dream, because you died, but it still freaked me out."
He sat in silence for a moment then looked around. He needed to be more careful when he spoke of Phelix. Such a relationship would be treason to his 'King.' He only trusted his White Knights and a few select Black knights to tell his personal life to, as did they to him.
"The next problem. Wolfpack or Blackpond? Blackpond is giving us THIS much trouble, and they haven't even released their castle guards to fight yet. That is a dangerous situation for us if that happens. I fear we are spread too thin Mageria. We should meet with the Warlord and discuss the appropriate approach, as all of them right now seem to be a lose lose." He sighed, straightened up, and began walking towards the secret portion of the castle that housed the Warlord known only as Xypher.
"Well two problems. One, and more importantly, the Night terrors. You aren't Enlightened," he said gently, "so you don't understand, but I know you ARE capable OF understanding." He let out a grin which he quickly pulled back. "The first was about Phelix, and he was killed. The second, just this morning, was an ambush on the castle in which you were killed and was I." He looked at her. "I know it was a dream, because you died, but it still freaked me out."
He sat in silence for a moment then looked around. He needed to be more careful when he spoke of Phelix. Such a relationship would be treason to his 'King.' He only trusted his White Knights and a few select Black knights to tell his personal life to, as did they to him.
"The next problem. Wolfpack or Blackpond? Blackpond is giving us THIS much trouble, and they haven't even released their castle guards to fight yet. That is a dangerous situation for us if that happens. I fear we are spread too thin Mageria. We should meet with the Warlord and discuss the appropriate approach, as all of them right now seem to be a lose lose." He sighed, straightened up, and began walking towards the secret portion of the castle that housed the Warlord known only as Xypher.
OOC Notes
The direction that this conversation had gone was good. Crystal seemed to be in a better mood. She was even poking fun at him by agreeing with Ella. Things lightened up even more when Allison showed up and began to reply to comments that were made to Evin. The conversation continued on it's way with the three of them. They discussed what was on Crystal's mind. When Allison asked, "Do we have a plan Crys?" The entire tone of the conversation shifted.
Even in the secluded area of the lake, they could not escape the morbid reality that they would be doomed without some serious political intervention. Crystal wasn't looking at all the options though. Evin understood that he had discussed making a pact with Blackpond before and she turned it down, but now they were starting to run out of options. Maybe this time Crystal would consider it a little better. Before he could express his train of thought, the conversation shifted again. This time they were talking about Ella and the fact that she was close to the king before his death.
"The truth is that she hasn't really talked about that all too much to me. Maybe it's the fact that she doesn't trust me and wants me dead though. Maybe one of you would have better luck with this." He then decided to express the urgency of what was going on once again, Hopefully she would understand why they needed to make a pact. "Another thing I would like to tell you before things get out of hand is that we need to make a pact with Blackpond. If we give them our services, they will return the favor with troops. Maybe they could even supply us with essentials for the camp that we can't get because of the army blockade outside our camp. If you send me with someone, I could go down to Blackpond and see if we could do something about it. Of course I would also have to bring Ella with me. It doesn't matter that she is still in training. We need her to be trained as quickly as possible so we can get more assassin's working for our cause."
He remembered the last time he had requested to go out to go on a personal mission. It was the start of the entire chain of events the lead them to this moment. He just hoped that this time, this mission would be the start of a chain of events to save the lives of everyone in the Pack.
Even in the secluded area of the lake, they could not escape the morbid reality that they would be doomed without some serious political intervention. Crystal wasn't looking at all the options though. Evin understood that he had discussed making a pact with Blackpond before and she turned it down, but now they were starting to run out of options. Maybe this time Crystal would consider it a little better. Before he could express his train of thought, the conversation shifted again. This time they were talking about Ella and the fact that she was close to the king before his death.
"The truth is that she hasn't really talked about that all too much to me. Maybe it's the fact that she doesn't trust me and wants me dead though. Maybe one of you would have better luck with this." He then decided to express the urgency of what was going on once again, Hopefully she would understand why they needed to make a pact. "Another thing I would like to tell you before things get out of hand is that we need to make a pact with Blackpond. If we give them our services, they will return the favor with troops. Maybe they could even supply us with essentials for the camp that we can't get because of the army blockade outside our camp. If you send me with someone, I could go down to Blackpond and see if we could do something about it. Of course I would also have to bring Ella with me. It doesn't matter that she is still in training. We need her to be trained as quickly as possible so we can get more assassin's working for our cause."
He remembered the last time he had requested to go out to go on a personal mission. It was the start of the entire chain of events the lead them to this moment. He just hoped that this time, this mission would be the start of a chain of events to save the lives of everyone in the Pack.
OOC Notes
Blanditia had wondered the camp out of curiosity and had wandered upon three people in a serious conversation "What are you guys talking about?" she asked without thinking, letting the shadow she had pulled to her return to where it was supposed to be. She realized her mistake immediately and was already pulling it back willing the earth to let her borrow the darkness from it. She sighed with concentration, She was afraid to get in trouble she wasn't supposed to be here.
OOC Notes
Crys nodded when Evin mentioned Ella hadn't spoken to him about her past. "I don't see why she wouldn't open up to you. You're so comforting." She joked, smirking a little. "Maybe Ali can share some of her stories about how I tortured her and see if that'll get to her."
Ali chuckled. "Oh, I have plenty of stories. Like when you made me hold my bow drawn for eleven hours. I couldn't move my arm for over a week after that."
"For six days. It would have been less if you had followed my instructions, so quit whining." Crys replied pushing Ali towards the lake, not strong enough to push her in, but almost.
"Hey, stop it." Ali complained, although she laughed.
When Evin mentioned Blackpond though... Crys' smile shut down fast. Truth is, she hadn't ruled that possibility out completely, even when she turned it down the first time. "This could blow up in our faces is so many different ways..." She sighed. "I don't see that we have much of a choice. What bothers me is if they decide that we owe them allegiance once this is over." She frowned slightly. "We are not an army for hire and I will not have that. So the possibility of getting out of a bad situation and into another is my main problem with this." Crys was in doubt, her mother repeatedly told her to never trust a city ruler. This was beyond a matter of trust now. They needed Blackpond. Hell...
Crys ran her fingers through her hair and scratched the back of her head. Anyone who knew Bastian would immediately recognize that as the same gesture he always made when he couldn't make up his mind. After a moment or two of silence. She spoke again. "Alright. We don't have a better option. Make sure you take someone reliable with you, besides Ella, I mean. " She wanted to go herself, but the way things were, that was out of the question. "And make it clear to them that they need us, we're not asking for favors." The moment she said that, Ali got on her feet and nocked an arrow as a strange voice sounded. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Healer." Crys mumbled, not moving. "She was in the memorial a few minutes ago." She faced the girl. "Don't bother hiding, because you really can't."
Crys heard the string of Ali's bow relax as she spoke with an irritated tone in her voice. "You're an apprentice. You're not allowed to leave the ruins. I suggest you go back before Lena knows you're missing."
"Let her stay." Crys shrugged. "She can stay with other healers. I can talk with Lena if she gets angry." Crys really didn't want that girl wandering about on her own with the way things were lately. It didn't bother her to have another healer around, apprentice or not.
Ali chuckled. "Oh, I have plenty of stories. Like when you made me hold my bow drawn for eleven hours. I couldn't move my arm for over a week after that."
"For six days. It would have been less if you had followed my instructions, so quit whining." Crys replied pushing Ali towards the lake, not strong enough to push her in, but almost.
"Hey, stop it." Ali complained, although she laughed.
When Evin mentioned Blackpond though... Crys' smile shut down fast. Truth is, she hadn't ruled that possibility out completely, even when she turned it down the first time. "This could blow up in our faces is so many different ways..." She sighed. "I don't see that we have much of a choice. What bothers me is if they decide that we owe them allegiance once this is over." She frowned slightly. "We are not an army for hire and I will not have that. So the possibility of getting out of a bad situation and into another is my main problem with this." Crys was in doubt, her mother repeatedly told her to never trust a city ruler. This was beyond a matter of trust now. They needed Blackpond. Hell...
Crys ran her fingers through her hair and scratched the back of her head. Anyone who knew Bastian would immediately recognize that as the same gesture he always made when he couldn't make up his mind. After a moment or two of silence. She spoke again. "Alright. We don't have a better option. Make sure you take someone reliable with you, besides Ella, I mean. " She wanted to go herself, but the way things were, that was out of the question. "And make it clear to them that they need us, we're not asking for favors." The moment she said that, Ali got on her feet and nocked an arrow as a strange voice sounded. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Healer." Crys mumbled, not moving. "She was in the memorial a few minutes ago." She faced the girl. "Don't bother hiding, because you really can't."
Crys heard the string of Ali's bow relax as she spoke with an irritated tone in her voice. "You're an apprentice. You're not allowed to leave the ruins. I suggest you go back before Lena knows you're missing."
"Let her stay." Crys shrugged. "She can stay with other healers. I can talk with Lena if she gets angry." Crys really didn't want that girl wandering about on her own with the way things were lately. It didn't bother her to have another healer around, apprentice or not.
OOC Notes
Blanditia smiled and dropped the shadow. "I have to go soon but i felt like i should pay my respects to the past leader, i don't really know why but i did." she said and slipped close to them. She pulled a purple rose from somewhere and handed it to the female who was still sitting down, "I'm Blanditia, And i am in deed an apprentice healer, but you already know that" she said her soft voice filling the air with its musical quality.
OOC Notes
Mageria paced gravely alongside Krander as he left the battlements. She squinted against the sun and discreetly checked where the nearest guard was. Reassured that no one could hear, she leaned in close and whispered.
“I don’t know why you haven’t kidnapped that boy years ago and locked him up in your closet. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” Her eyes shaded toward a blue green while a seldom seen smile briefly flashed across her face. “Think about it. You could climb up to his window in the middle of the night, sweep him off on your white steed, and the both of you live out your lives happily ever after somewhere.” She pulled out a knife and idly cleaned under her nails with it.
“You know that I’m going to pull for attacking the Pack as soon as possible, but you’re right in that it might not be the best idea. But you know things are going to be bad if Blackpond just decides to hire the assassins and send them after us instead of getting their hands dirty. My source will let me know, but. . . . we need as much time to prepare as possible.”
“I don’t know why you haven’t kidnapped that boy years ago and locked him up in your closet. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” Her eyes shaded toward a blue green while a seldom seen smile briefly flashed across her face. “Think about it. You could climb up to his window in the middle of the night, sweep him off on your white steed, and the both of you live out your lives happily ever after somewhere.” She pulled out a knife and idly cleaned under her nails with it.
“You know that I’m going to pull for attacking the Pack as soon as possible, but you’re right in that it might not be the best idea. But you know things are going to be bad if Blackpond just decides to hire the assassins and send them after us instead of getting their hands dirty. My source will let me know, but. . . . we need as much time to prepare as possible.”
OOC Notes
Crys frowned slightly at that girl's attitude as she offered her what appeared to be a rose. Ali let out something similar to a snicker and mumbled. "Healers are the weirdest creatures..." Crys figured she resented some of the time she spent at the ruins apparently. Smiling slightly at Ali's contempt, Crys accepted the rose and nodded. "Alright, Blanditia. If you must leave, then I suggest you be on your way and be careful not to sneak up on anyone again. You were very close to have an arrow through your chest. There is a war going on or haven't you heard?" She was slightly amused by the girl's mannerisms, she didn't really seem to be aware of how dangerous that camp was at the moment, even for a healer.
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Jake sighed as he watched the workers arrange for Lionel's burial. His two brothers had looks of complete rage as they watched the preparations. Jake stopped next to the eldest of the two. "My condolences." He offered the man.
"Don't bother. The idiot got what he deserved." The man answered.
"Crys crossed the line even so... She's not being herself lately." Jake stated with a slight shrug.
"I thought she was your friend Jacob..." The active looked at him with a slight frown. "My brother pulled a knife at the clan leader. She didn't have to kill, but it was within her right by the rules."
"That's a noble attitude you have, Sean. I wouldn't if I was in your place." Jake nodded watching Lionel's body being taken away. He was thinking that this would be enough to make clan revolt against Crys, but apparently not quite yet. Before he did anything else, though, he needed to speak with her alone.
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Jake sighed as he watched the workers arrange for Lionel's burial. His two brothers had looks of complete rage as they watched the preparations. Jake stopped next to the eldest of the two. "My condolences." He offered the man.
"Don't bother. The idiot got what he deserved." The man answered.
"Crys crossed the line even so... She's not being herself lately." Jake stated with a slight shrug.
"I thought she was your friend Jacob..." The active looked at him with a slight frown. "My brother pulled a knife at the clan leader. She didn't have to kill, but it was within her right by the rules."
"That's a noble attitude you have, Sean. I wouldn't if I was in your place." Jake nodded watching Lionel's body being taken away. He was thinking that this would be enough to make clan revolt against Crys, but apparently not quite yet. Before he did anything else, though, he needed to speak with her alone.
OOC Notes
If Kraden had been drinking water, he would have spit it out at that comment.
“I don’t know why you haven’t kidnapped that boy years ago and locked him up in your closet. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” Mageria spoke under her breath to him.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" His voice boomed and echoed out over the horizon. The guard ahead flinched and the birds in the nearby trees took off startled.
After regaining his composure he listened to the rest of what she had to say, trying as hard as he could not to smile at the joking comments made before. He noticed Mageria smiled, but only for a moment.
"You know Mageria, I remember a time when you used to smile more. You weren't as ruthless, but it wasn't bad. Besides, you are very pretty when you smile." He wasn't lying either. She went from androgynous to pure woman when she smiled, but few people really got to see that.
"I know your hatred for the pack is deep seated, but we have to look at this from not the perspective of the victim, but as a ruler. What happened to your family was despicable, but you musn't allow it to cloud your judgment. We will meet with Xypher and discuss all three situations, in detail, although I have one that may also be valuable." They had finally approached the guard. He opened the door and closed it behind them. "But I need to be trustworthy in who hears it, you never know who is a spy or an assassin around here."
They continued walking and he finished, "And you know, while the assassins may be cold-hearted killers, they do have loyalty and honor. I don't think they would be easily bought when they can take what they want from most people anyway. There are just too many factors for my young brain to do alone, that is why we meet with Xypher."
As they rounded the corner to the long corridor approaching Xypher's quarters he noted, "I would like that too, but I don't know how even I could go up against some of the greatest fighters in Valcrest." He let out a long sigh as they neared the door. "Hopefully we both survive, and you as well, and after the war, all is new." He knocked on the door and waited to be invited in.
“I don’t know why you haven’t kidnapped that boy years ago and locked him up in your closet. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” Mageria spoke under her breath to him.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" His voice boomed and echoed out over the horizon. The guard ahead flinched and the birds in the nearby trees took off startled.
After regaining his composure he listened to the rest of what she had to say, trying as hard as he could not to smile at the joking comments made before. He noticed Mageria smiled, but only for a moment.
"You know Mageria, I remember a time when you used to smile more. You weren't as ruthless, but it wasn't bad. Besides, you are very pretty when you smile." He wasn't lying either. She went from androgynous to pure woman when she smiled, but few people really got to see that.
"I know your hatred for the pack is deep seated, but we have to look at this from not the perspective of the victim, but as a ruler. What happened to your family was despicable, but you musn't allow it to cloud your judgment. We will meet with Xypher and discuss all three situations, in detail, although I have one that may also be valuable." They had finally approached the guard. He opened the door and closed it behind them. "But I need to be trustworthy in who hears it, you never know who is a spy or an assassin around here."
They continued walking and he finished, "And you know, while the assassins may be cold-hearted killers, they do have loyalty and honor. I don't think they would be easily bought when they can take what they want from most people anyway. There are just too many factors for my young brain to do alone, that is why we meet with Xypher."
As they rounded the corner to the long corridor approaching Xypher's quarters he noted, "I would like that too, but I don't know how even I could go up against some of the greatest fighters in Valcrest." He let out a long sigh as they neared the door. "Hopefully we both survive, and you as well, and after the war, all is new." He knocked on the door and waited to be invited in.
OOC Notes
East of where the Wolfpack dwells, located within a small clearing of the great forest, there dwelled an encampment. It was a small joint with men coming to and fro carrying this or working on that. Voices that gently called out to each other issuing communication to keep the workforce solid. Resembling more a colony of ants then that of a human camp site. Everyone was bustling and staying busy, there was no weak link in their structure. Each mood was light and the shrill sound of careless whistling was easy to find on the lips of the labor. Hands were eager to the task. Jaunts and walks were straight-backed and strong.
Centered within the crowds was a solitary figure being prompted by another. Chandos was a balding man with a stern voice. Wearing an eye firm as a rock and just as grey, for the other was hidden beneath the leather of a patch. A scar running along the right side of his face filled in the details. There was no questioning what happened to the veteran soldier of Newhaven. Yet his experience belied his understanding of ranking as he chastised the black behemoth that rested before his feet.
“If I can call a plan out upon its stupidity, this is the one! We have barely over two score of men working on a shoddy base. They’re going to find us Sir Grim, and when that happens what will we possibly use to fend off the wolves?”
The figure he bellowed toward would have been a man if not mistaken for a large lump of obsidian. Sprawled on the grass, his gauntleted hands beneath his helmed head, was the legendary Blade of the Black Knights. He was called War by his men, a little joke that he never cared for, but it kept them pleased. To the more formal acquaintances he was Grim Pondus. Often hailed the most ferocious of his group not to mention the biggest. An intimidating figure to gaze upon no doubt and there he was this evening laying in the grass. Drawing deep wells of breath to keep the sweating at bay beneath the pounds of metallic plating that he adorned. Idly bickering with his most trusted gopher and first lieutenant Chandos.
“Well, I’ve given it much thought Chandos. We shall use feces first… and failing that there’s always sharp sticks and harsh words. Surely no finer weapons made on this earth. Unless of course we roll the sticks about in the privy first.”
The elderly man was less then enthusiastic. Crossing his arms with disapproval he continued his spat. Driving harder with his words and harsher with his voice. Games were far from fun with death on the line, and he understood the Wolves to be very dangerous playmates.
“ I’m not going to tell the men to roll sticks in dung because you refuse to oversee our operations past pitching the tents and cooking dinner. There’s lives at stake Sir Grim, and I can’t comfort the men with the assurance that their leader will be fortifying the outhouses!”
A lofty sigh breached the dark helm. “Then I’ll give it to you straight old friend,” he started. “We’re not here as an invasion force. Our job is to simply make sure their camp doesn’t up and decide to move without our knowledge. We also serve as a fronting point should her lady manage to convince the higher-ups on an attack. The Wolves will find us, make no doubt about that. Perhaps they’ll attack who knows. I’m doing my job, but you on the other hand…”
“I’m not doing anything involving waste for your enjoyment.” He hissed the words with a bit of venom. Having suffered through certain situations in the past. Being made an example of kept Chanos in line, but he hated every minute of it.
“Not at all, I need you to eradicate any Newhaven sigils that may be marking up the place. If we’re fortunate they will be confused and thus leave us alone. Either way it is not a good idea to solicit that their bitter enemies are sleeping on their doorstep.”
The exchange concluded with the lieutenant rushing off to his duties, and his superior lounging idly by. Though none would have guessed it, Grim was sinking into his thoughts. Processing many alternatives and possibilities that could arise during this mission. Always conscious of the one specific order that had fallen onto him. “Stay alive,” She had ordered, and he meant to keep it. There was also a matter of the other Black Knights. Jack and Setareh, neither had been by to talk in some time. He hoped they were both doing well.
Centered within the crowds was a solitary figure being prompted by another. Chandos was a balding man with a stern voice. Wearing an eye firm as a rock and just as grey, for the other was hidden beneath the leather of a patch. A scar running along the right side of his face filled in the details. There was no questioning what happened to the veteran soldier of Newhaven. Yet his experience belied his understanding of ranking as he chastised the black behemoth that rested before his feet.
“If I can call a plan out upon its stupidity, this is the one! We have barely over two score of men working on a shoddy base. They’re going to find us Sir Grim, and when that happens what will we possibly use to fend off the wolves?”
The figure he bellowed toward would have been a man if not mistaken for a large lump of obsidian. Sprawled on the grass, his gauntleted hands beneath his helmed head, was the legendary Blade of the Black Knights. He was called War by his men, a little joke that he never cared for, but it kept them pleased. To the more formal acquaintances he was Grim Pondus. Often hailed the most ferocious of his group not to mention the biggest. An intimidating figure to gaze upon no doubt and there he was this evening laying in the grass. Drawing deep wells of breath to keep the sweating at bay beneath the pounds of metallic plating that he adorned. Idly bickering with his most trusted gopher and first lieutenant Chandos.
“Well, I’ve given it much thought Chandos. We shall use feces first… and failing that there’s always sharp sticks and harsh words. Surely no finer weapons made on this earth. Unless of course we roll the sticks about in the privy first.”
The elderly man was less then enthusiastic. Crossing his arms with disapproval he continued his spat. Driving harder with his words and harsher with his voice. Games were far from fun with death on the line, and he understood the Wolves to be very dangerous playmates.
“ I’m not going to tell the men to roll sticks in dung because you refuse to oversee our operations past pitching the tents and cooking dinner. There’s lives at stake Sir Grim, and I can’t comfort the men with the assurance that their leader will be fortifying the outhouses!”
A lofty sigh breached the dark helm. “Then I’ll give it to you straight old friend,” he started. “We’re not here as an invasion force. Our job is to simply make sure their camp doesn’t up and decide to move without our knowledge. We also serve as a fronting point should her lady manage to convince the higher-ups on an attack. The Wolves will find us, make no doubt about that. Perhaps they’ll attack who knows. I’m doing my job, but you on the other hand…”
“I’m not doing anything involving waste for your enjoyment.” He hissed the words with a bit of venom. Having suffered through certain situations in the past. Being made an example of kept Chanos in line, but he hated every minute of it.
“Not at all, I need you to eradicate any Newhaven sigils that may be marking up the place. If we’re fortunate they will be confused and thus leave us alone. Either way it is not a good idea to solicit that their bitter enemies are sleeping on their doorstep.”
The exchange concluded with the lieutenant rushing off to his duties, and his superior lounging idly by. Though none would have guessed it, Grim was sinking into his thoughts. Processing many alternatives and possibilities that could arise during this mission. Always conscious of the one specific order that had fallen onto him. “Stay alive,” She had ordered, and he meant to keep it. There was also a matter of the other Black Knights. Jack and Setareh, neither had been by to talk in some time. He hoped they were both doing well.
OOC Notes
Bjorn Heldenhammer, the huge, blonde haired Barbarian who acted as Eddie's second in command and, more often than not, body-guard, reached the halted coach first and, gripping the door firmly with one massive fist, proceeded to rip it clean out of its frame as the rest of the Red Raven gathered round to peer inside...
Eddie, meanwhile, sauntered slowly over to where the broken body of the Assassin lay crumpled at the foot of the large oak tree and, coming to a stop, took the time to remove his cigar case from his pocket, selected one of the fine cigars, inserted it into his mouth, and returned the case to his pocket, the then crouched down beside the slumped Assasin.
The man was still breathing, just, reaching out, Eddie lifted the Assassin's chin with one gloved finger and looked into his eyes,
"Where is The Wolfpack?"
The Raven Leader asked, the Assassin merely glared at him through bloodshot eyes, Eddie sighed and made to rise... When the sunlight glinting off something silver and gold caught his eye... it was the Assassin's dagger.
Retriving the weapon, Eddie got to his feet and turned the blade over in his hand, he grinned,
"A fine weapon indeed,"
He told the fallen Assassin, before lifting his boot and placing it heavily on the mans throat,
"Now... Where Is The Wolfpack?!"
The Assassin looked up at the Rouge, and spat, before turning his head and, with a shudder, stopped breathing.
Eddie shrugged and, removing his boot from the fallen man, turned the blade over in his hands once more, it was indeed a fine weapon, its blade keen, its hilt decorated and gilded, his mind made up, the Rouge Captain thrust the dagger into his belt as a loud roar of glee sounded from the men surrounding the Coach...
Eddie, meanwhile, sauntered slowly over to where the broken body of the Assassin lay crumpled at the foot of the large oak tree and, coming to a stop, took the time to remove his cigar case from his pocket, selected one of the fine cigars, inserted it into his mouth, and returned the case to his pocket, the then crouched down beside the slumped Assasin.
The man was still breathing, just, reaching out, Eddie lifted the Assassin's chin with one gloved finger and looked into his eyes,
"Where is The Wolfpack?"
The Raven Leader asked, the Assassin merely glared at him through bloodshot eyes, Eddie sighed and made to rise... When the sunlight glinting off something silver and gold caught his eye... it was the Assassin's dagger.
Retriving the weapon, Eddie got to his feet and turned the blade over in his hand, he grinned,
"A fine weapon indeed,"
He told the fallen Assassin, before lifting his boot and placing it heavily on the mans throat,
"Now... Where Is The Wolfpack?!"
The Assassin looked up at the Rouge, and spat, before turning his head and, with a shudder, stopped breathing.
Eddie shrugged and, removing his boot from the fallen man, turned the blade over in his hands once more, it was indeed a fine weapon, its blade keen, its hilt decorated and gilded, his mind made up, the Rouge Captain thrust the dagger into his belt as a loud roar of glee sounded from the men surrounding the Coach...
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Re: [OOC] Shadows of The Past
Guys, I really regret not helping finish this out to the end.
The amount of time I put in, and the bonding I did with all of you, was really amazing. I just saw that it closed today and had to hold back a tear!
I really hope you will encourage and accept me into the next series, and hopefully I can tame my life enough (i'm looking into some medication) that I can prioritize my life and express myself through such an amazing outlet: Creative writing.
Congrats to everyone, and I wish I could have stayed until the end!
Tyce
The amount of time I put in, and the bonding I did with all of you, was really amazing. I just saw that it closed today and had to hold back a tear!
I really hope you will encourage and accept me into the next series, and hopefully I can tame my life enough (i'm looking into some medication) that I can prioritize my life and express myself through such an amazing outlet: Creative writing.
Congrats to everyone, and I wish I could have stayed until the end!
Tyce
Re: [OOC] Shadows of The Past
Farewell Shadows of the Past, you were wonderful to us and I will never forget you.
-tearfully waves goodbye-
-tearfully waves goodbye-
Re: [OOC] Shadows of The Past
-shrugs-
Well I still get to make posts involving questions about whips and who's wearing the handcuffs. You're just jealous.
Well I still get to make posts involving questions about whips and who's wearing the handcuffs. You're just jealous.
Re: [OOC] Shadows of The Past
I've already prepared me post to say something rather nasty to you in anticipation of just that! :P
Re: [OOC] Shadows of The Past
Hey Doomed, you know that game where you throw a stick between two people and the person who grabs it first wins?
Yeah, it's kinda like that.
Yeah, it's kinda like that.
Re: [OOC] Shadows of The Past
If I'm not mistaken, that's the third time the songs been on this OOC. I guess we all know everyone's favorite song :P
Re: [OOC] Shadows of The Past
Hey! That's my joke! =_=
Here Doomed, two of the top of my head ;P
Here Doomed, two of the top of my head ;P
Mr_Doomed wrote:GM uses: confusion.
Enemy Trickster is confused. Mageria hurts herself in the confusion.
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[Forest (before this RP started)]
[!]... "You thought you have the strongest powers! Just wait until I defeat you!" *epic battle music*
Enemy Bandits wants to fight.
Bandits send out thief.
Go! Ella!
Thief uses: swift, super effective.
Ella uses: splash... God Damn it Ella!
[A long while ago]
Evin and Perry encounter the Rare Theron sleeping in the middle of the path. "ZzzzZzzzZzzz...".
While Evin is walking closer to it, Perry uses poke flute to wake it up.
Evin uses smoke screen and flees.
Perry blacks out and is sent to the poke center.
Mr_Doomed wrote:Oh it gets worse Trickster. You see some of the assassins actually go out and start spying on thm and take a video tape of thm! And They will masticat to it! Some even have a Dork Mark on their you-know-wut!11!
