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Right To Rule: Reborn

Right To Rule: Reborn

For generations Purple has been chosen to designate those with the divine right to rule. In its wake, all others would lay down arms or pledge their allegiance to anyone bearing the royal colors, and there was peace. Until now....

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Introduction

Purple (noun): A color with the power to bestow upon those lucky enough to be born beneath it the divine right to rule, and a place amongst the gods, above all others.

Supported upon their lavishly expensive, embroidered pedestals, kings and queens alike have utilized this perception of lights rays to signify a pedigree that only a rare few can obtain. Beneath this banner, many a mortal man has claimed immortality and complete control over their lands, governing undoubtedly while being worshiped by his or her subjects. Allowed to only be worn by those within the monarchy or otherwise affiliated to it through official status, the world of Purplexia could very well be deemed color prejudice. With all other colors denoting a person of lower standards, such as green being that of the grass over which the wealthy tread upon to forge prosperous kingdoms, the people have inadvertently allowed themselves to be segregated from the self-proclaimed superior class. Of course, this isn't any new happening, as rulers will often ensure some manner of label be employed that would maintain a heavily fortified barrier between royalty and common rabble. The reasoning behind this action can vary between rulers, but generally involves ensuring an untainted bloodline, a growing tyranny through the slow dissipation of rights, or simple vanity. Whatever the reason in this world, the problem exists, and it wasn't until just recently that a young girl decides to act against it.

STORY -

Born as one of two, Queen Violet Flame has ruled over Omega, the capitol of Purplexia, for the past five years, commanding the newest generation with the same grace and dignity as those before her. Faithful, clever and stunning in her beauty, her citizens adore her, these attributes easily outweighing the occasional demanding or sadistic demeanor she may take on. With her radiance and loyal supporters, she has easily maintained the integrity of her kingdom, preserving through thick and thin against any enemy that would present itself. Lord Alterez stands by her side as her equal in every respect, however he still allows her to act independently as the main figurehead of the monarchy, simply supporting her when necessary. While the pair are well liked throughout their kingdom, there are still those who would see them toppled from their overly inflated positions. Though they may not wish to acknowledge it, the threats and attacks, which have become more prevalent in the past few years, are a lot more deep-seeded than an isolated band of marauders in search of treasure.

On the opposite end of the spectrum stands the rebellion. Spearheading this audacious group of treacherous corsairs is none other than the Queen's sister, Lady Rosa Dream. Having left after the throne was denied to her, Dream has dedicated herself to usurping her sister and taking what she believes is her rightful place as ruler. Unfortunately for her, though, every attempt so far has been in vain, for she and her rag-tag team of crusaders must overcome one stubborn and formidable obstacle: the Queen's forces. Designated the Royal Purple Army, these warriors are world-class, specifically assigned to the castle which houses the Queen and her supporters. On top of overcoming the Queen's Army, the task of gaining followers is not one easily accomplished. Multiple times Lady Dream has coordinated an assault on this mighty fortification, only to end with nothing but disastrous results. Costing her greatly in humiliation compared to her sister, and the lives of those who would see her hopes fulfilled, she is quickly running out of options and cohorts to act in her name. In one last ditch attempt, she catches wind of a pirate Captain, " The scourge of the sea, unrivaled by any seafarer and supposedly a capable warrior and leader, Lady Dream enlists his help.

Lord Alterez, however, remains certain that because the Queen's sister abandoned her birthright, it is now rendered void, and so they have nothing to worry about. Nevertheless, the Lord and Queen remain vigilant, for even though they are unaware of the schemes taking place against them, they have plenty of reason to suspect something brooding just over the horizon. Massing their forces, both sides prepare for the final strike that will make or break their cause. Morale is high with the Queen, and her troops are well organized and trained, but will the benevolent, savage forces of a wily pirate crew manage an ace? The only way to find out is to pick a side and see for yourself...

INFORMATION -
Now that you have a description of everything happening, I believe it is time we get down to how one would go about applying for a position in this RP; the rules of engagement, so to speak.

Yes, it is the normal cliche Kingdom with a band of rebels planning a coup, but the results will depend entirely on the choices of the RPers themselves. If everyone is dedicated in their posts and characters, plays fair and chooses respectable, plausible actions and responses, they have as much a chance of gaining victory for their side as anyone on the opposite side would. What do I mean? I mean this isn't based off the typical "good guys get what they want," system, because truthfully, both sides are good. The information supplied at the very beginning gave just one out of many possible reasons to join the rebellion, being that one disliked the prejudice of leaders over subjects. Dig into your history books if you need examples of this occurrence; it happens. At the same time, however, the leaders aren't bad enough to merit an entire kingdom turning on them.

Overall, this means that you have to decide personally for your characters the reason you chose the side you do, and then it simply comes down to the side that employs the best tactics to come out the victor. I'm doing this because I do enjoy both of the RPers who will have to unfortunately chose the opposite sides, and at the same time, I want to present as much an opportunity for the Queen to remain on her throne, as well as for the Sister to claim it. I hope that we can RP in good nature, and be mature about the results, as like stated before, the outcomes depend entirely on the RPers for that side. This gives great chance too for people to give it their best go in besieging a castle, of they like that, or in defending it, with a heroic victory as the outcome for whichever winner. If you really can't decide and want to win either way, create a character to fulfill the role of both Loyalist or Independent. The only thing I ask is that no one be part of the Royal Family.


Locations:

Purplexia:
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Omega:

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Northern Mountains:

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Now, onto choosing a character...

Obviously we already have the leaders for both sides: The Lord and Queen, and the Rebel and aligned Pirate Leader. Once you pick a side, feel free to do with your character what you want! Being a fantasy type RP, we encourage people to be as original and spontaneous as possible, using their better judgment of course to keep it within reasonable boundaries. Need some ideas? No problem.
Both sides can carry the same character choices, from mercenaries, to newly enlisted warriors/bodyguards, defects from the opposite side with information, an aspiring hero seeking glory, or simply a loyal commoner who thinks they have something to offer.


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[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b]

[b] Sexuality:[/b]

[b]Race:[/b]
(This is fantasy. If you make a new race, describe it in as good as detail as possible, and include as much information as you can.)

[b]Affiliation:[/b]
(Loyalist or Independent?)

[b]Appearance:[/b]
(Picture & Description preferable.)

[b]Personality: [/b]
(make this lengthy and descriptive. I don't want only a paragraph and not get to know the character)

[b] Like:[/b]
(+up to five or more)

[b] Dislikes:[/b]
(-up to five or more)

[b] Hobbies:[/b]
( if any, but be reasonable)

[b] Fears:[/b]
(everyone has at least one)

[b] Secrets:[/b]
(Not everyone is an open book)


[b]Weapons: [/b]
(If any, and be reasonable)

[b] Equipment[/b]
(such as clothing, supplies, etc)

[b]Abilities:[/b]
(If any - Make sure you be fair. No OP characters will be accepted. Include weaknesses with any abilities - usually only applies to races)

[b]Bio: [/b]
(History, and any other information you think is necessary!)


IN OTHER NOTES! --
This RP is tailored to all levels of RPers. Advanced or beginners, so long as you are willing to put in the time and effort into a post, and make an attempt at more than two or three badly punctuated or misspelled sentences, you can learn. I is more than willing to look over a post before it is sent in, all you have to do is contact him either IM if I'm online, or PM. If you need help with ideas, don't be afraid to ask. I happily will collaborate, and am sure that others will too. If you have any problems, please come to me first. Thank you!

Rules

ALSO - PLEASE NOTE: The writing in this RP may include a certain amount of violence, profanities, and even some romance (Heaven forbid, right?). While the romance and profanities will not be allowed to progress to the point where it must be taken to PMs, the violence is prone to be adequately detailed. I try to writes descriptively so as to ensure a clear picture and to avoid confusion. Especially in combat, when things can become extremely messy with people missing a certain action, or with specific occurrences being left out for whatever reason, I do not censor nor omit many things. On top of that, a lot of the combat scenes will be determined not only by the personal judgment of the RPers in deciding their character's abilities, but also in the supporting detail. Again, if you don't understand, you may not be ready for this RP. You have been warned.

Also, in account of this happening already, please ensure that your character fits the setting of the story. This is a Medieval Fantasy story. That entails knights, swords, peasants, castles, magic etc. No Special forces Marine, SEAL, SAS, Jedi, etc. While I do support having an open character base, people should still be able to use their better judgment to determine whether or not their character fits. If you can't, then unfortunately goodbye. And lastly, please have fun!!!

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Character Portrait: Kota
Kota played by Wolf's Bane109
"I will fight to the death for my Queen, as well as the people"
Character Portrait: Kalan Dervas "I don't get it. Why can't everyone just get along?"
Character Portrait: Ranald "The Beast"Artair "I don't need a reason to fight, but money is a good motivator."
Character Portrait: Artemis "I'll do whatever the job takes, just want my money"
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Syther Roark played by claw
"High seas, high adventure, high times all around!"
Character Portrait: Violet Flame "Regardless of the cost, this kingdom shall not fall."
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Phoenix played by Abraxas_Axis
"While I stand, no harm shall come to the monarchy."
Character Portrait: Uagra "The Cold Fury" "Nothing escapes my notice."
Character Portrait: Gur'ta Ak-rinnon An orc assassin and spy, cultivated to be Queen Rosa Dream's right hand. Currently a work in progress.
Character Portrait: Lanslet "The Gifted" Almeric "I am at your command."
Character Portrait: Emrys Lumina "Oh, you think you can best me? Go ahead, take your best shot."

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Usually a peaceful Country and Queen Violet's domain, which is under constant siege from neighboring countries and forces

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Better prepare to stay a while, since you won't be leaving, alive at least

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  1. I would've appreciated it if you asked first before railroading, but since I don't exactly have a good grasp of my character yet, this will likely be helpful.

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[OOC: Only time I will ever do this. This is a stock post from the first time this rp happened, and it was a good set up for the characters and what happened. May the story progress after this, thank you]


The outer rim of Purplexia: Phoenix and the soldiers

Nighttime came like some foul beast, looming hideously over the horizon until the sun was adequately dispelled from sight. Lurking cautiously forward, it rose as one massive blanket of cloud coverage that was destined to fully envelop and devour the world beneath it. Obscuring the stars above, it dropped an impregnable and discomforting veil of shadows over anything that lay below. Looking out, one would generally expect rain, but none came. A near deathly silence accompanied this grim twilight, a plague which seemed to have spread to almost every living being.

A full moon served as the only source of comfort this night. Peering through the single break in the perpetuating overhang, the large luminescent orb sat high atop her throne overhead, pregnant with powers beyond human comprehension; powers waiting to be distributed to its children on earth. With the beautiful Lunar Goddess casting down a brilliant spotlight of heavenly rays, the Purplexia took center stage in a play overseen by the immortals themselves. Saturated by the divine light from above, and positioned as the epicenter in a large field, its stone walls seemed to radiate their own personal glow. Reaching an intimidating forty feet, and with a girth of ten, this mighty structure serves to represent the enduring strength of the people of Purplexia, employing a plethora of armor-clad guardians. The bane of any cynical crusader, this fortification stands strong and proud, ready to thwart any nefarious endeavors of those who would oppose the monarchy housed within. Tonight, however, the battlements were devoid of life; the towers and defense platforms sat empty. It would be here that a select few dared disrupt the ominous calm which had befallen the lands, and they moved with deadly intentions, ghosting through the darkness like phantoms, ready for the kill.

...

The halls of the castle were decorated lavishly, and possibly even overwhelmingly. Made to accommodate the whimsey of the occupants from generations ago, the ceilings were created with high arches that very much resembled a cathedral of sorts, and from which hung large chandeliers. Most were plain with only a ring of candles, while others, like the one in the foyer, utilized a collection of expensive crystals to capture and refract the light out in beautiful patterns across the marble floor. Several hand-carved oak beams served as columns along the walls, the tops of which arched out overhead in the forms of many different creatures, from dragons and lions, to hawks and bears. From these, a series of intricately designed purple banners, decorated exquisitely with golden designs of vines and leaves, as well as with hanging laces, were strung. Other expensive furnishings, such as pictures and coats of arms, adorned the walls between these wooden supports, just over the many small pedestals and stands which were set at short intervals to support beautifully tended potted plants, or busts of past nobility. The inside corners of each hall housed a single armor set, the shining steel polished to the point that one could clearly see their reflection. On either side of these silent warriors, short pillar stood guard at shoulder-height, the tops of which were concaved to form a bowl from which purple flames would continuously burn. Guards monitored these halls with a vigilance unmatched, but even they missed the smaller details every now and again, having grown far too accustomed to a tediously boring routine of pacing back and forth.


Phoenix was one of few on duty this night. In fact, he alone, along with only a platoon of the Lord's finest men, were charged with the task of receiving the guests that were expected to arrive at any moment. All others were given a single twelve hour leave; a great risk, but indeed a necessary one. Not an hour ago, Phoenix had verified the arrival of several combatants over the northern wall, seen by means of an astronomy tower at the top of the castle itself. Two guards had been placed there to stand watch, easily identifiable and traceable by the glint of their steel in the moonlight. The man had watched as both collapsed, disappearing beneath the parapets to be replaced by a series of silhouettes which rose only to strike, before diving back into the cover of the night. So far the anonymous tip had proven correct, but to what extent would it hold true? Looking into the sky, Phoenix felt as if the atmosphere was far too fitting of the situation.


The main hall was the single stretch left leading to a large set of decorative double doors. Beyond that point, only a short distance remained to be navigated before reaching the royal chambers. A small, dead-end hallway on both sides intersected the main hall at its midpoint of fifty feet, harboring a collection of rooms that were either empty, or housing an army of brooms and other less than important objects. Phoenix stood along this intersection, at the corner to ones right as they would be approaching the guarded gates. Hidden within the shadow of a support beam, the man's dark clothing allowed him to simply melt into the small alcove and disappear.

A master of concealment, Phoenix knew that movement was the key to detection. With the eyes having only a small focal point, things could easily remain hidden in plain sight, even without entirely matching their backdrop. Thusly, the peripheral vision was utilized to capture movement, and would draw attention towards anything that broke the stillness. Standing with his feet shoulder-width apart, and with his hands folded neatly behind his back, gripping a loaded crossbow, the man waited in silence for the arrival of the intruders.


Five minutes passed like five hours, and to anyone, even a master like Phoenix, it was enough to set one on edge, with tension running high. Nevertheless, the man forced himself into a sort of self-induced state of rest, one that he'd perfected that would allow his body to relax, without losing his keen senses as a hunter; he heard it a moment later.

Only the barely audible whistling foreshadowed the imminent death of the guards just down the hall. There was a pop as steel was punctured, followed by a loud crashing of armor plates against the hard floor. Without so much as a cry or plea for help, the two men fell, relieved of duty. Phoenix remained unmoving in his place, simply waiting as the footsteps advanced. The situation was a delicate one, as the infiltrators were no doubt wary of a trap in place for them due to the absence of more guards. On top of that, because this was the last boundary to be passed, their adrenaline would be running overtime, as well as their nerves. Having begun with a more subtle approach over an hour ago, the men were running out of time and had apparently dismissed their original game plan, believing that they were in now the clear. Racing against the clock, and with no knowledge as to whether or not their presence was known, now, if ever, would be the time for mistakes.


The first three passed quickly, not even bothering to glance down the hall which bisected the one they were traveling. Why? Because no doubt they had gathered enough intelligence to inform them about the frivolous adjoining path. It held nothing of importance, and lead nowhere, and thus the guards would not traverse it. Secondly, if one had a map of the plotted areas designated to each guard, they would know that this crossroads was maintained by only the two eliminated just seconds ago. Phoenix, however, wasn't a guard; mistake number one.

The last two of the group lagged behind, made up of a ranged combatant and a sweeper. If sources proved worth the money it cost to gain the information, then Phoenix was already acquainted with several of these men, and in fact knew both of the two he was about to engage. Fellow mercenaries who held no sense of morality with the missions they accepted, the man had no quarrel with dispatching them from this world. On multiple occasions he'd considered it before, but he wouldn't waste his time or effort on them unless it were necessary. The fourth passed.

Seconds turned to tedious hours in Phoenix's head as he worked through the situation. He heard the last man's approach, a mere meter behind the other, prepared himself to move, adjusted for any calculation flaws, and finally stepped around the corner. Throwing out a steel-plated left arm, Phoenix caught the fifth infiltrator hard in the bridge of his nose. A sickening crunch emanated from the cartilage and bone behind it as both splintered, followed by another gruesome crack as the man's head jerked violently back, leaving his body to continue forward. The man landed, sprawled on his back with a thud, his bow skidding onward to the feet of his subordinates.

Simultaneously, Phoenix's right arm came up, crossbow in hand. Hardly having to apply any pressure to the trigger, the man released the catch on the string and sent the deadly bolt whizzing towards its target. The fourth intruder, who had just turned to investigate what had happened behind him, collapsed next, the deadly projectile embedding itself and penetrating easily through the soft flesh of his neck. The man simply spun and rolled awkwardly onto one side, his scream turning into an incoherent, frothy gurgling as blood poured into and down his throat. A pool accumulated quickly beneath the fountain of crimson, and the man simply lay idle in it, his mouth gaping silent curses from beneath the now red-stained clothe mask, while his eyes stared ahead, a look of uncomprehending shock locked in them.

Phoenix dropped the crossbow and turned now to fully face the three remaining assassins. All of them wore the same black uniforms with thin masks and hoods; all of them returned his calm gaze with a combination of newly-found hatred, bewilderment, fear, and the intent to kill.


The Throne Room of Omega - The following morning: Alterez

A single purple carpet outlined in gold lacing cut a swath through the center of the room, from the grand mahogany doors, to the raised section of flooring where the thrones sit. On either side of this carpet, the same decorative wooden support beams found in the halls would stand, reaching up into the high-arched ceiling and rafters, nearly thirty feet above. Banners and flags hung delicately from these heights, along with a grand chandelier in the center of the room. With a diameter of six feet, and total height of ten, the ornate piece of decor was one of the many prized artifacts of the monarchy. Struck from a single vein of precious gems found at the construction site of the castle generations ago, it has adorned the throne room ever since.

The room itself expanded beyond the boundaries of the carved wooden beams. In the vacancy between these and the far walls which were governed by thick, stone columns, a series of long tables were set, covered in similar purple cloths to those that hung from the ceiling, as well as an infinite amount of silverware that would go unused. As with the rest of the castle, the throne room spared no expense in finding the rarest of luxuries. Shields and crests hung off the wooden supports, while pictures were placed in their respective positions on the walls. Guards were set in front of every stone column, next to dozens of potted plants, busts, other statues and even various weapons racks. Often though, the guards would go unnoticed, overlooked as merely another piece of interior design.

The most stunning part of the throne room, however, was the far back wall which loomed over the heads of those in power. Inset with a beautifully decorated stain-glass window that rose to a grand twenty feet, it faced the East, allowing the sunrise to cast into the castle a harmonious collection of colors which melded and blended together in order to form a detailed image of the first great war, from which Purplexia was forged. The image would be sprawled across the floor in front of the thrones in a sort of sparkling, shining wonder, projected by a heavenly might as a reminder to those enemies vanquished ages ago, and to those who would threaten the kingdom today.

Alterez always found himself enticed by this mystifying wonder. Whoever had designed it definitely had an eye for detail, and knew exactly how to harness every aspect of it. As it was now, the self-proclaimed Lord had allowed himself to fall into a daze, his mind wandering to great reaches far beyond the extent of the problems at hand. Problems which unfortunately refused to wait.

"Sire?" a man's voice called.

Alterez suddenly sat up, blinking. It took him a moment to acclimate himself back into the real world, but finally he found his voice. "[maroon]Ah, oh, yes... Right. Uh, continue,[/color]" the man said, straightening himself in his seat. The throne was made almost entirely of gold, with purple cushions and designs detailing it, as well as with a sort of cape draped over the back. His own and the Queen's were nearly identical, however his was indeed slightly taller, though neither was set in the center. Her throne sat to his immediate right, with the illusive assassin Phoenix standing to his left.

"Problem, sire?" the man asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice. It was General Poliferus, a great man with a spectacular battle record. He stood with an intimidating aura and spoke with a confident, commanding tone. His face showed signs of a veteran combatant, and his deep sunken blue eye held in it a strong unwavering stare. A thin scar ran down one side of his face, passing over the other empty socket. Easily able to outsmart and outmaneuver any enemy formation, even with all odds against him, his mind was sharp, and not one to be trifled with. With such an impressive history below his belt, Alterez could overlook the inflated self-reverence the man possessed.

Alterez shook his head, waving a dismissive hand. "No no, please continue, General."

The man gave a brisk nod, folding the papers he was holding behind his back as he fell into a sort of parade-rest. "Apologies, sire, but I had just finished," said Poliferus. Alterez raised a curious eyebrow to the man, but said nothing, as if contemplating his words. "To recap, however, the matter still stands. The rebels, despite all failed attempts, are still getting support. Five of the most notorious assassins means that the support includes a great deal of sponsors. From where, we are unsure as of now, but it can b-"

"General," a man cut in. Poliferus turned to face the lead adviser, a rather plump man dressed with more decorations than the entire palace itself. Poliferus didn't need to say anything, but simply nodded for the other to speak. "It is a simple solution," the adviser continued, almost as if the words he was about to say were far too obvious for the General to realize. "Reinforce all troops in the surrounding Barons castles, and tighten security, as well as law enforcement. We'll then gather a list of anyone suspected of treason, arrest them and have them tried."

"And how do you suggest we go about compiling a list of everyone who has aligned themselves with the rebels?" Poliferus retorted evenly. "They may be numerous, but of the population, they are a small majority spread far too thin throughout the kingdom. You'd have better luck trying to to enlist yourself in basic training."

The man gave the General a rather indignant look at his comment, but then simply brushed it off, rolling his eyes. Sticking out his face and placing his hands on his hips like some toddler with a point to prove, his jowls jiggled as his shook his head. The man sighed then spoke slowly this time, the condescension in his words palpable. "General... If you enforce the laws enacting better curfews and restricting movement from people in and out of these cities, you simply look for those who would disobey... The ones who are with the rebels are the ones sneaking around at night, and moving around this or that... And please, if I wished to partake in the barbaric trade that you call a profession, I would have. That is below me, however."

"Suggesting we turn the people against us by trying to cram more laws down their throats?" Poliferus asked, somewhat astounded by the man's less than reasonable solution to the problem. "Sire?" The General turned to Alterez, looking for some input.

"Sire," another adviser broke in, "I think if we promise it is only long enough to capture these rebels, they would understand. They don't like them any more than we do, and besides, we've already got people throwing around the names of people acting suspiciously. This would only make it easier! It won't do harm if only temporary..."

"Indeed!" responded the first adviser again.

Alterez simply heaved a deep sigh and sunk back into his seat, looking bored and beyond annoyed with his cast of advisers as they then took it upon themselves to begin throwing out new laws and ways to employ and enforce them. Poliferus lost himself in attempting to point out each and every flaw, however it seemed not many were giving him support, though some were. The voices of the supposed esteemed Council were steadily rising, trying to overpower the other in an attempt to get their ideas out, all the while creating an incessant drone of indecipherable words. Alterez leaned over, putting his face in the palm of his hand while his elbow rested on the cushioned arm rest of his throne. The man was becoming extremely aggravated with the lack of intelligence within the group, as well as their inability to compromise on anything. All their ideas seemed to benefit themselves in one way or another, or simply just deteriorate the loyalty within the people to them. The man let out another exasperated sigh, finally standing.

"Meeting adjourned!" he called loudly. And with that, the man turned and strode from the room, exiting through one of the side doors. Phoenix followed several paces behind, with two guards falling into step immediately after him.

The room fell silent for a moment as everyone paused, exchanging uncertain looks or shrugs of indifference. Finally a man spoke. "Very well, we shall compile a list of new laws and regulations for the kingdom and present them to his Lordship come the assembly later today!" announced the lead adviser. There was a mixed response, but no one argued anymore, simply dispersing to go about whatever business they had to attend to.

Poliferus closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded to his men who followed him through the open double doors. In two hours the palace was expecting the arrivals of a new battalion from Ravensgard, as well as a congregation of people expecting an announcement from their Lord or Queen. Poliferus had to accept these troops and ensure the area was secure before then. He also had to send out a letter to his dear friend, Wolfe. If security and laws were tightened, that would make his tasks that much harder to accomplish. Perhaps later he'll also find a way to dispose of those mercenaries the Lord had hired. His own had failed... Wolfe needed to know everything.

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The Outer Walls of Purplexia (see first sect of above post)

The three assassins quickly surrounded Phoenix, each wielding a karask, a long thin sword with a curved tip. It was a good weapon for most warriors who preferred quick, fast strikes. The flat blade could cut through most armor - armor which, the assassins may have noted, Phoenix didn't wear.
They warily watched him, gripping karasks with white knuckles. They stood in Arrowstance; legs apart, one further up than the other, weapons held at the left hip, blade pointing out like a needle. The style favored quick stabs, keeping the enemy at a distance.
As if that sort of thing would keep Phoenix at bay.
Phoenix charged towards the assassin in front of him. The man pulled his blade back a bit, ready to pierce if he got near. Meanwhile, the assassin's allies rounded back for a counterstrike against Phoenix's seemingly-exposed back in what would likely be a neatly perfected Triangle Strike. Most impressive. It was truly a shame there weren't as many men with such fighting capacity in the Purplexian Army.
As the assassins struck, Phoenix suddenly stopped and flipped over the heads of the three, while also whipping out a weighted net and tossing it down. The net caught the assassin's karasks in a triangle within the net. They cursed as they tried to pull them free.
Phoenix landed neatly behind them, taking out his twin wakanas, which were like shorter versions of karasks with slightly wider blades, good for parrying. He charged into the distracted assassins, quickly slicing their necklines with deft strokes. Their bodies fell over the net, spraying blood from their broken spines.
The last one finally managed to get his blade free. He turned towards Phoenix just as he struck, managing to parry his twin strike with his own blade.
Impressive, Phoenix thought. He attempted to knee the assassin in his extremities, to try to distract him. The assassin, however, only grunted a bit. Phoenix's balls came into contact with an apparently flat surface.
Phoenix's confusion caused him to stall for a bit, and the assassin seized the advantage. He - or she? - shoved Phoenix back by pushing his/her karask against his own blades, causing an unprepared Phoenix to topple. The assassin leapt onto him, pinning his legs and arms with their own appendages.
The assassin had her blade pressed against Phoenix's neck. His mind was reeling. How had this person managed to single-handedly defeat Purplexia's best assassin? It confused him. This was obviously no ordinary footpad or warrior.
He could feel the assassin's breath on his face. He or she was obviously drained by what he/she had done. "This is where it ends," the assassin said in a decidedly effeminate voice. "After I kill you, then Purplexia will be without most of it's power. Soon, Queen Rosa Dream will control this world, and me alongside her."
The blade pushed closer, slightly cutting the flesh of Phoenix's neck. He was frightened. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I am your de-"
There was a sudden thwack, and the assassin crumpled over. Over her stood a proud-looking guard in plate mail, holding a spear. He'd apparently used the butt of it to knock her out. Behind the man stood more armored guards. Reinforcements.
The guard spun the spear around and prepared to finish the job. "Wait!" cried Phoenix. The guard halted, looking at him. "Don't kill her. We need to keep her alive so we can interrogate her on a later date."
The man scowled, obviously upset, but he stood down. Two more guards came and picked up the unconscious body of the assassin, and carried her off, Phoenix following behind, his face a mask of serenity but secretly feeling both scared, humiliated and awed at the same time.

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The last thing Kota remembered was walking through the great halls of the castle. Guards on standby, more than usual, and the fact that she had been feeling weird all day long. Her senses were heightened even more than before, scent, strength, speed, touch, and taste were enhanced beyond the mere mortals knowledge. Even her anger and attitude was different, she couldn't control her thoughts, actions, and wants. And all of that was due to a full moon coming that night.

She remembered how she always hated this, even though she would be handcuffed, shackled to the floor, and locked up in a cell, to keep her from escaping. Kota still felt like a monster that couldn't be stopped, and have only carnage, destruction, death, blood, flesh, and violence. And she hated herself for it, even though everyone knew that she wasn't in control it still made her feel like a freak. And if you think her being the Queen's royal body guard made things better and made her untouchable and not hated by the people..well, that wasn't very true.

Yes, she was higher in the social class than most other females in the kingdom, besides those that were servants or maids for the Queen, Kota was still a victim of hate, scorn, laughter, anger, envy and the her power over the people, as well as people hating her for having killed some of the towns people on her first full moon transformation.

Ever since that night that she snuck out of the castle to see one of her old lovers, who was sadly killer when the castle was raided, she'd been locked up in a cell, far away from the town, and castle in a vast system of tunnels that are underground. And each time, before the full moon would rise, she would be blind folded, cuffed, and brought down into the tunnels and led to her cell. If she knew the way out, even if she ever broke out while she was on her full wolf state, she could escape and possibly kill people because she knew how to get out.

Kota had been put into her cell, locked up with cuffs, and shackles, even though when she fully shifts, the only thing that stays on her is her neck shackle that they put on for restriction purposes. And thankfully for her, and everyone else that the myth of when Lycans transform that they're naked afterwards, that little myth is false. She was dressed in her usual uniform but was lacking her robe, she had everything else. Her vest, shirt, pants, and boots.

Kota had been asleep for hours after her transformation had finally ended as the hour hit mid-morning. And the transformation on a full moon is painful beyond belief. Her bones break and snap into place, her canine teeth elongate and only get sharper, her once smooth human skin, becomes a soft, thick, and silver colored fur that goes and encompases all of her body, from head to toe. Her eyes go from a brilliant and vibrant dusky, light purple, to a bright, piercing green, that even glows in the dark. And the beautiful, young, and vulnerable looking teen age girl that was there s gone, and the only thing left in her place is a huge, almost seven foot tall, light silver colored, green eyed, fierce and powerful Lycan.

Kota had been asleep for at least seven hours after the full moon was down and no longer could cast its deadly, and evil spell upon the poor soul who it would capture every month, and make her its own. She was in the corner of her cell, still with the neck shackle around her smooth, thin, and fair skin toned neck. She had been howling, clawing, barking, growling, snapping her fangs at the guards who would mock and jest at her while she was in this state. Even though they were told under strict order from the Queen to never taunt Kota while in this state, the guards wanted to have some fun, and didn't think anything would happen while she was in the cell.

Kota's hair was still in its usual braid trailing down from her locks, to the middle of her back. Her skin was as smooth as ever, but a little cold from sleeping on cold, damp cobble stone. She slowly woke up, yawning as she sat up she stretched, and looked around her surroundings. "Good morning, your grace." she heard come from behind her, with a tone of sarcasm. She growled as she stood up, and turned around, "How many times have you been told to keep your mouth shut, Nicoli?" she said with a growl as she looked at the guard who had been previously mocking her.

"I appologize, your grace. Will not happen again." he said as he unlocked the cell door, and unlocked the handcuffs and neck cuff around Kota, "Speak like that to me again worm, and I swear I will do things to you that you never even knew were possible" she said as she grabbed him by the throat and growled, looking Nicoli in the face, and then dropped him and swiftly walked by, putting up the hood to her robe and let the guards lead her back to the entrance of the catacombs.

As they exited the underground, Kota blinked as the morning light made contact with her eyes which were well adjusted to the dark. The guards swiftly left her, and Kota quickly made her way back to the castle, to go and see Queen Violet, making sure that her queen, but above all her friend was al right from the previous raid.

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Queen Violet Flame stood at the balcony of the palace, looking down at the land around her palace. The sun was cresting the horizon, bathing the land in orange and yellow light. Below, Kota was just getting out of her cell. It appeared one of the guards was taunting Kota as he let her out. Violet's lips crested to a frown. I really have to do something about the guards who treat her rudely, she thought to herself. Kota's been through enough in her life.
A page in the royal Purplexia garb hurried in. "My liege?"
Violet turned. "Yes, what is it, child?"
"Master Hoke wanted me to tell you that he is ready for the interrogation of the assassin," the boy said.
Master Hoke was the head of her interrogators. He trained others to get secrets out of other people. Likely, this bout would involve a bit of torture. Hoke did tend to be a bit of a sadist at times.
Violet let the boy lead her to the torture room. Master Hoke was there, along with a few of his apprentices and, oddly enough, Phoenix. The assassin, an orc woman who managed to look stunning even when in prison garb, sat in the chair, hands and feet cuffed to the arms and legs of the chair with manacles.
"Phoenix," Violet asked, walking over to him, "What are you doing here?"
"I came here to see the interrogation," Phoenix replied in a smooth, monotone voice. It was nothing like the tone he'd had last night. Tired and frightened. Either he'd gotten over it or he was hiding his emotions. "I was the one who heard what she said to me. I figure that will be of some use, yes?"
"Of course. What had she said to you, exactly?"
"I was already asked, and a scribe has written it down. But I will relay it to you." He paused a moment, and then said in a low effeminate voice, "This is where it ends. After I kill you, then Purplexia will be without most of it's power. Soon, Queen Rosa Dream will control this world, and me alongside her."
Violet felt a chill. Not at Phoenix's perfect replication of the assassin's voice; she was used to him pulling tricks seemingly from nowhere. No, it was the words that chilled her.
"She mentioned my sister, and yet we have no definite proof she is involved in this other than this knave's words," she said carefully.
"Yes, but it makes perfect sense!" cried out Master Hoke. "My liege, you well know your sister hates you intensely, and would do anything to off you. This makes sense!"
"I apologize, Master Hoke, but I thought we were here to pry secrets out of this assassin, and not just take one sentence she said for truth," Violet said coolly.
Hoke paused a moment. "Ah. Right." The man could be a bit of a dullard at times.
They all turned to the assassin. She was watching them with a bit of a bemused expression. "Would you like to do the interrogating, or should I?" asked Hoke.
"I wish to participate in this one, thank you." Violet turned towards the assassin. "Who do you work for?" she asked.

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As she neared the castle, Kota looked up, towards the balcony and saw Violet above. As she went to give a slight wave, Violet had turned around, Kota used her hearing to manage to pick up, "Interrogation of the assassin" and quickened her pace.

She had already had been told by the guards about the raid, and was relieved when they said that Violet was untouched, and safe in her personal chambers. Kota made her way into the castle, and made her way to her room quickly, which was on the fifteen level, up the stone carved, winding stare case that had borders that outreached to each level of the castle, which had about fifteen levels. She unlocked her room door with her metal key and pushed open the creaky old wooden door, and stepped inside. It was a modest room, had enough space but not too over bearing, she originally asked for one of the smaller rooms, as she felt as if she didn't deserve one of the finer rooms, but Violet denied all of her requests for a more humble room, and gave her one of the better rooms in the castle. She quickly walked over to the stand in the corner of her room, that held both of her swords, Kota quickly reattached them to her belt and grabbed her ring and quickly left the room, she swiftly jumped from level to level until she reached the last floor, and made her way into the interrogation room.

Before opening the door she took a deep breath, and shook herself off, trying to calm her nerves. She pressed the door open and walked in, as calmly as she could, and as expected she saw Violet, Phoenix, a few noble men such as Hoke, who Kota wasn't very much fond of, and their new prisoner, who was a a female Orc, with one smell Kota could tell that she was trouble. She got to attention and gave a salute and awaited the Queen's orders to take her post at her side. "Your highness, Hoke, Phoenix, sorry for my late presence."

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In a dust old tavern at the edge of the capital, a man sits at the bar drinking. The sun had just begun to rise into the morning sky, yet Ranald was already halfway into his third tankard of Ale. Another sleepless night, haunted by terrible nightmares. "Fuck the Queen." He commented to no one imparticular, as he downed the rest of his drink. "Barkeep another." he said slamming down another gold piece on to the counter. Ranald liked this particular bar, the owner never tried to cut him off as long as he kept supplying coin. Many of the patrons here didn't recognize him which was always a plus, allowing him to drink in peace.

Even in his inebriated state he still took note of the others in the bar. More low lives similar to himself, mostly bandits and other mercenaries who just arrived in town from their various conquests. He, on the other hand, was told to stay out of trouble and wait here for orders from his current client or at least someone who spoke for her.

A hooded stranger drew his attention to the corner of the old, cramped tavern. He had fought and killed hundreds of people to be able to discern those of a different class of combatant by just a glance. And this person even though he was only sitting in watching, while drink what Ranald could only assume was water, was someone who should be avoided in battle if possible. This, however, did go for the group of five thuggish looking brutes who came barging through the door.

"See, look I told you he was here. I'd recognize that spear anywhere." The shortest of the group stammered.

The mention of the spear caught Ranald's attention seeing as he was the only one in the place with one. "Damn." he said to quietly to himself as he began to down his freshly poured drink.

The whole group lumbered heavily towards him. Each step echoed annoyingly through the bar. "Hey you're that accursed Beast I keep hearing about." the largest man bellowed, Ranald took note that this man must be the leader. "You killed a partner of mine a few months back and I've been searching everywhere for you. The gods must favor me this day seeing as you have fallen right into my lap..." The man kept rambling on much to the annoyance of Ranald.

"You must have a shit god then if he blessed you with running into me." The mercenary said with a wry smirk spread across his face. He tossed a small bag of gold onto the counter which the barkeeper quickly swiped before ducking behind the bar. This is obviously not the first time this has happened. "Now five rather large morons have decided to, not only interrupt my drinking but to threaten me. And I swear to all the gods above I have never seen anyone as ugly as you lot being lead around by some toothless, toad looking, excuse for a man."

The man turned red as it looked as if he was about to pop a vein. "You dare insult me! You must be as blind as you are dumb because I still have my te-"

His sentence was cut short as Ranald slammed his clay tankard directly into the face of the man in front of him. "Give me a minute. I'll fix that for ya." he said cockily as he grabbed the stool next to him and smashed it across the second guys head.

It was quick, quicker than most would have expected from a drunk. He let out a flurry of quick jabs, each strike Ranald felt his opponents' bones give way and crack. One man was stun by the sudden onslaught, giving him plenty of time to grab the man by the hair forcing his head down into a rising knee. There was satisfying crunch from the attack. As one tried to attack him from behind Ranald quickly blocked with on hand and struck him in the armpit with enough force to dislocate it.

After all the men laid groaning on the ground in pain, Ranald took the opportunity to dig through there pockets for whatever cash they might have. "You should be thankful I didn't kill the lot of you. I'm only taking your gold, but come after me again. And I won't be so kind." He kicked one of them in the ribs for good measure.

Taking a set back at the bar he orders another drink.

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Lanslet sat on the edge of the castle wall overlooking the main entrance. It was supposed to be his day off but due to the raid last night and a supposed assassin in the interrogation room he had been called in to bolster the ranks slightly. Seeing as he everything seemed quiet for the most part he decided to pluck idly on his lute and sing a tune.

Sing for the lost, for eternal affairs
Sing to raise our spirits in great despair
Through the ashes of oblivion
Quick and unseen like the dragon's offspring
For we owe no debts and bow to no king
Every war has its costs and we've paid
Won by the bond of the party we've made


His eyes caught a glance of the head female knight Kota, this caused him to pause for a moment before returning to his song. As he sung to no one imparticular he stayed vigilante in his watch keeping an eye for anyone suspicious. There were those who commented negatively about his insistence to play while he was on watch but he ignored them.

A few hours passed and he found himself relieved by the second wave of guards. However, rather than taking the rest of the day off like he originally planned he decided to head to the barracks to get in some sparring. He hoped maybe one of the generals or knight commanders may show up and he could spar with them, those this practically never happened. "Can't always practice by myself." he mused. Swiftly he made his way down the castle to the barracks near the outer wall. Many soldiers were already in the thick of their own training. As he approached a few of them stopped and saluted, he gave them a kind nod before saluting back. "All right men. I'm in need of a training partner for the day." he glanced around them, none seemed to be rather skilled yet three off to the side seemed at least a few marks better than the rest. Quickly he grabbed one of the wooden training swords he bowed gracefully towards them. "You three look talented enough. Please show me what you got. A do not be afraid to hold back."

The three men each took up their weapon of choice. Two sword users and an ax-wielder. Together the men seemed confident and also agitated that Lanslet seemed arrogant to take on all of them at once. He knew others resented him due to his age. This was an aspect of most that he exploited in a fight. Many still have trouble believing he is a great swordsman.

The three rushed him without warning each hellbent on taking down the seemingly overconfident captain. The two ax-wielders came at him like a pair of mad bulls each swinging with great power and speed. Yet despite their collective effort, Lanslet was easily able to sidestep or duck under their oncoming frenzy. As an opening appeared within their attack the captain took full advantage, sliding in close and using his weight to carry the attack he pushed through striking the one closet to him with a loud smack of the wooden blade, followed by a quick pivot around the second man tripping him in the process while delivering a swift blow to his back. From the outside this the strikes were quick and looked more like a single motion then two separate moves.

With his back turned to the third he purposely left himself open in an attempt to lure him in close. The fool gladly rushed him thinking he could get in a quick victory. with all his force he brought his blade down toward Lanslet's head only to find it to be stopped by the wooden practice sword mere inches away. "Attacking while my back was turned? There's no honor in that." Taking the mans shock as a quick opening he spun to bring the sword square into his gut. The third and final opponent fell to the ground. "You three could never beat me with such cheap tactics."

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A cloaked figure slowly arrived at the capital, keeping their hood up. They kept their eyes down, but were paying attention to where the guards were and as to not bring attention to theirself. They were given strict orders to hire bounty hunters, no matter the cost of money. They slowly made their way into a small pub that was tucked into the bottom half of a hotel, one of the bigger ones in the city.

But they stopped at the door as there was clearly a fight going on. They stepped through the door and looked on as clearly a fight had broken out, but as for what reason, they were not sure. But watched on as a large group lumbered heavily toward the large man in the corner. Each step echoed annoyingly through the bar. "Hey you're that accursed Beast I keep hearing about." the largest man bellowed, the man took note that this man must be the leader. "You killed a partner of mine a few months back and I've been searching everywhere for you. The gods must favor me this day seeing as you have fallen right into my lap..." The man kept rambling on much to the annoyance of Ranald.

"You must have a shit god then if he blessed you with running into me." The mercenary said with a wry smirk spread across his face. He tossed a small bag of gold onto the counter which the barkeeper quickly swiped before ducking behind the bar. This is obviously not the first time this has happened. "Now five rather large morons have decided to, not only interrupt my drinking but to threaten me. And I swear to all the gods above I have never seen anyone as ugly as you lot being lead around by some toothless, toad looking, excuse for a man."

The man turned red as it looked as if he was about to pop a vein. "You dare insult me! You must be as blind as you are dumb because I still have my te-"

His sentence was cut short as Ranald slammed his clay tankard directly into the face of the man in front of him. "Give me a minute. I'll fix that for ya." he said cockily as he grabbed the stool next to him and smashed it across the second guys head.

It was quick, quicker than most would have expected from a drunk. He let out a flurry of quick jabs, each strike Ranald felt his opponents' bones give way and crack. One man was stun by the sudden onslaught, giving him plenty of time to grab the man by the hair forcing his head down into a rising knee. There was satisfying crunch from the attack. As one tried to attack him from behind Ranald quickly blocked with on hand and struck him in the armpit with enough force to dislocate it.

After all the men laid groaning on the ground in pain, Ranald took the opportunity to dig through there pockets for whatever cash they might have. "You should be thankful I didn't kill the lot of you. I'm only taking your gold, but come after me again. And I won't be so kind." He kicked one of them in the ribs for good measure. The figure watched as he took a set back at the bar he ordered another drink. She smiled, and watched over to the man standing behind him. " We have a job for you to do, Ranald." she said as she dropped a large bag of gold coins on the table beside him, and took a seat next to the man, ordering herself a beer.

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Ranald eyes glanced towards the woman who had taken the seat next to him, as he quickly downed his freshly poured drink. "A job?" His eyes darted up and down the woman as he tried to read her, but it seemed like all the ale was finally getting to his head. He thought of this a slightly fortunate since he does have trouble talking to attractive women. But being drunk did come with its own parade of problems, mostly him acting more like a jerk than normal. He stood wobbly from his stool and gave a slightly mocking bow. "What can I Ranald Artair, otherwise known as "The Beast" do for you miss." Slumping back into his stool with a light thud. "Need me to kill someone, escort you to another country, maybe even track down an ex-lover who ran off with some family heirloom."

The man Ranald had noticed in the corner slowly approached the bar, stepping around the men crawling on the floor who had recently just been busted up by the would-be beast. "Good day Artemis. " As the man backed his hood he revealed himself to be none other than Uagra. "I think this man fits the standards we are looking for, and if the stories are true about him he will be invaluable to the cause." he said with a slight smile while ordering a water. Looking at the drunken Ranald "Are they true?"

The mercenary was already downing another drink. "Depends which stories we talken about." his words began to slur together a bit. "People talk a lot of crap, especially about things they don't know."

Uagra got closer as he spoke. "That you slew a hundred men in a single battle, that you wrestled a mighty ogre without your weapon and overcame him and how you fought and killed an unstoppable high dragon."

"See it's crap like that. People exaggerate the truth." he looked at the two people next to him. "There wasn't a hundred, only eighty and I had help a young kid who was talented with a sword. The ogre was half dead and missing an arm and I had still had a knife. And I've never killed any dragon, never even seen a dragon. Really have no idea where that story came from." He shook his head and stood using his lance to keep him balanced. "Besides battles aren't won with stories, they're won with strength and a whole lot of luck. So what can I do for you two?"

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In the palace...

The interrogation had just ended. Queen Violet stood looming before the assassin; not necessarily in a frightening way, but it was still quite disconcerting how calm and cool she was while speaking to this knave. Hoke stood nearby, wringing his hands. Kota was assumingly sitting somewhere in the room, and Phoenix sat in the corner, looking rather... off.
They had taken a break. They were all tired from the interrogation, particularly because of how resistant the assassin was to their prompts. She ranted about how they would all die, how Queen Dream would conquer this land, and how she would piss in the hole she would make in the chest of Violet's heart. She was quite brazen and rude, and had more than once made a lewd comment directed towards Phoenix, causing the usually silent man to sputter and blush. Her name she had given freely; one Gur'ta Ak'rinnon, who called herself the right hand of Queen Rosa Dream, or Violet's sister. Any sort of physical punishment they seemed to inflict on her failed. This confused them.
"You are all dismissed," Queen Violet Flame said. "The interrogation is over."
Phoenix shuffled out of the room, purposefully not looking at the leer painted on the assassin's face as she was looking at his backside. The guards grabbed her to toss her in a cell.
Violet walked back up to her private quarters and immediately flumped into a cushioned chair, letting out a breath. Suddenly, she looked like less of a powerful queen and more of a tired woman who carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. "What am I going to do?" she asked nobody in particular.

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" A job?" His eyes darted up and down the Artemis as he tried to read her, she noticed it seemed like all the ale was finally getting to his head. He stood wobbly from his stool and gave a slightly mocking bow. "What can I Ranald Artair, otherwise known as "The Beast" do for you miss." Slumping back into his stool with a light thud. "Need me to kill someone, escort you to another country, maybe even track down an ex-lover who ran off with some family heirloom."

The man Ranald and Artemis had noticed in the corner slowly approached the bar, stepping around the men crawling on the floor who had recently just been busted up by the would-be beast. "Good day Artemis. " As the man backed his hood he revealed himself to be none other than Uagra. "I think this man fits the standards we are looking for, and if the stories are true about him he will be invaluable to the cause." he said with a slight smile while ordering a water. Artemis nodded at Uagra, " G'day, Uagra. Glad you finally arrived. Was starting to get worried that you backed out of our deal of arriving here to find our...'guest' here." she said with slight jest as she finished off the mug of beer. They both Looked at the drunken Ranald as Uagra said, "Are they true?"

The mercenary was already downing another drink. "Depends which stories we talken about." his words began to slur together a bit. "People talk a lot of crap, especially about things they don't know."

Uagra got closer as he spoke. "That you slew a hundred men in a single battle, that you wrestled a mighty ogre without your weapon and overcame him and how you fought and killed an unstoppable high dragon."

"See it's crap like that. People exaggerate the truth." he looked at the two people next to him. "There wasn't a hundred, only eighty and I had help a young kid who was talented with a sword. The ogre was half dead and missing an arm and I had still had a knife. And I've never killed any dragon, never even seen a dragon. Really have no idea where that story came from." He shook his head and stood using his lance to keep him balanced. "Besides battles aren't won with stories, they're won with strength and a whole lot of luck. So what can I do for you two?"

Artemis looked at the ever so druken man and shook her head, " Kind of disappointed that this is the man that we were ordered to hire. But orders are orders, eh?" she said as she looked back at Uagra. She took another bag if gold coins from her robe and tossed it onto the counter, " We were given orders to hire you for an important cause. Not for your loyalty or brains, but simply for the man power. We'll pay you triple if need be, but we ask for your sword..." she lowered her voice as she said the last part, " For Lady Dream. With us?" she asked as she stood back up and put her hood back up.



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The interrogation had just ended, even though it had felt like days, while it was only a few hours. Kota was tired and was sitting quietly in the rafters above, as she usually does. Queen Violet stood looming before the assassin; not necessarily in a frightening way, but it was still quite disconcerting how calm and cool she was while speaking to this knave. Hoke stood nearby, wringing his hands, and Phoenix sat in the corner, looking rather... off.
They had taken a break. They were all tired from the interrogation, particularly because of how resistant the assassin was to their prompts. She ranted about how they would all die, how Queen Dream would conquer this land, and how she would piss in the hole she would make in the chest of Violet's heart. She was quite brazen and rude, and had more than once made a lewd comment directed towards Phoenix, causing the usually silent man to sputter and blush. Her name she had given freely; one Gur'ta Ak'rinnon, who called herself the right hand of Queen Rosa Dream, or Violet's sister. Any sort of physical punishment they seemed to inflict on her failed. This confused them.
"You are all dismissed, " Queen Violet Flame said, snapping Kota out of her somewhat trance, "The interrogation is over."

Kota blinked, as she processed the words. She swiftly jumped out from the rafters, landing on the floor with utmost grace, with making next to no sound.
Phoenix shuffled out of the room, purposefully not looking at the leer painted on the assassin's face as she was looking at his backside. The guards grabbed her to toss her in a cell.

As Violet walked back up to her private quarters, Kota kept close to her and followed her, and watched as the queen and immediately flumped into a cushioned chair, letting out a breath. Suddenly, she looked like less of a powerful queen and more of a tired woman who carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. "What am I going to do?" she asked nobody in particular. Kota quietly stepped into the Queen's room, and gave a salute and waited in attention until told other wise by the Queen, " If I could be so bold, your highness?" she asked with a soft and calm voice, as of hoping to not disturb her friend.

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Ranald look between the two strangers, eyes wide as he heard the name Lady Dream. He had never been fond of royalty since his brother's death, but this did provide him with a unique opportunity. If Lady Dream was planning to go forward with a rebellion it would allow him to fight all the royal army he wanted and at three times his normal pay. There was no way he could argue with that. "If it's manpower you looking for I'm your guy. As for my pay, keep my stomach full and my cup overflowing with booze and I'll even storm the front gates." His gaze softened slightly. "On second thought I take my pay at three times but I want half of my fee going to a local orphanage the owner of the establishment is Sister Laria. If those terms are acceptable then you can count my lance yours."

"Excellent!" Uagra exclaimed. "With you on our side, I'm sure things will go smoothly. Well as smoothly as these things can go." he stood pulling his hood over his head as well. "I'll make the arrangments to see that the orphanage gets the money. I must admit I didn't think such a charitable act would come from one who hangs around here."

With a long stretch, Ranald yawned before grabbing his lance. "Well, I'm finished here." he entirely ignored Uagra's compliment about charity. "So we got any more people to round up or do we have already have a task." He started to move towards the door before pausing. "You know the perks of being a low life like myself, is that you here all sorts of things. Like a failed assassination attempt last night. If they're one of yours the interrogation might still be going on."

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Artemis looked as Ranald looked between the two of them, eyes wide as she could tell he understood the name Lady Dream. "If it's manpower you looking for I'm your guy. As for my pay, keep my stomach full and my cup overflowing with booze and I'll even storm the front gates." His gaze softened slightly. "On second thought I take my pay at three times but I want half of my fee going to a local orphanage the owner of the establishment is Sister Laria. If those terms are acceptable then you can count my lance yours." Artemis smirked as her persuation worked wonders, but then pondered at his demans for half his pay to go to an orphanage. No one ever turns down full pay, especially for what they offered, but it slightly warmed her somewhat cold heart to know that good will still exists, even in the face of war.

" Excellent!" Uagra exclaimed. "With you on our side, I'm sure things will go smoothly. Well as smoothly as these things can go." Artemis covered her ears at the sudden exclamation of her cohort, "Be less loud, my friend. I swear to all the gods above, you could wake the dead!" she jested. " I'll make the arrangments to see that the orphanage gets the money. I must admit I didn't think such a charitable act would come from one who hangs around here." she nodded in agreement. "Be swift though, we leave at dawn. I will not be afraid to leave you again, Uagra. Remember last time." she playfully patted her friend on the back.

With a long stretch, Ranald yawned before grabbing his lance. "Well, I'm finished here." he entirely ignored Uagra's compliment about charity. "So we got any more people to round up or do we have already have a task." He started to move towards the door before pausing. "You know the perks of being a low life like myself, is that you here all sorts of things. Like a failed assassination attempt last night. If they're one of yours the interrogation might still be going on." Artemis pondered to herself, and groaned, "I figured she would mess it up. This is what happens when we hire a rookie." she sighed and stretched, tossed a few coins at the man behind the bar. " Sorry for the troubles, love." she winked at the human behind the bar, who blushed wildly and nodded. " Th-thank you, M-miss." he said as he quickly retrieved the small, silver coins.

"We'll decide in the morning what we do with her, first we'll gather more intell and decide from then on. Coming, Uagra?" she asked as she started to leave the bar with Ranald and Uagra in tow.

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"Do not worry, Kota," Violet said with a tired smile. "You can ask me anything." She paused a moment, and then said, "Is it about those guards who treat you rudely while you are in your... your wild form?" She frowned in a frustrated way.. "I ought to reprimand them. They are supposed to be noble and just men, not backwater childhood bullies."

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Kota smiled at the Queen's words, and politely stood next to her, but giving her enough space. As she was in her own room, and had her personal guard, even if something were to happen, the queen would be safe. "No, no. It's nothing of that nature, I assure you, M'lday. I am...well... Well adjusted to that sort of look from others." she said rather sadly, trying to make a brave face for the Queen's sake.

"It's...It's more about the raid itself." she said as she walked over to the window and looked down below at the kingdom, admiring the sight. "Well, more like what if Lady Dream does send another raid upon us? I'm afraid that if they do go for a full assault, they'll time it for when I cannot protect you. And if something were to happen to you when I'm not by your side.. I will not only have failed the kingdom, and the realm, but you.." she said softly as she continued to look out the window, at this point it was due to shame as she was not one to openly share emotions, especially one of weakness.

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Violet walked over and touched Kota's arm. "I understand why you would be frightened, dear," she said sadly, "but we cannot go up against my sister, not yet. I know she is a scheming, vile thing, but..." she was silent for a moment, then said, "I just can't. It's hard. She's my sister, and yet she is also my enemy. It's hard."
Her hand left her bodyguard's limb, and she sat back down, brooding. After a few more minutes of silence, she walked over to Kota, a scroll in her hand. "Kota," she said in a firm and commanding voice, "in my hand I hold a powerful weapon. Not a sword or staff; a document, crafted by my sister's own hand, sent to one of her spies here in Purplexia. We caught the spy and got this message. Before I give this to you, I need to know; can I trust you?"

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Kota smiled at her friend's firm but gentle touch and nodded, "I know, m'lady..." her voice was soft and somewhat filled with obvious anger and sadness as memories returned to her of her time in Omega, when she was Lady Dream's slave.

She remained silent as Violet returned to her seat and remained still and silent. She sighed as many thoughts ran through her head, but her thoughts were cut short by Violet, "Kota," she said in a firm and commanding voice, "In my hand I hold a powerful weapon. Not a sword or staff; a document, crafted by my sister's own hand, sent to one of her spies here in Purplexia. We caught the spy and got this message. Before I give this to you, I need to know; can I trust you?" she remained silent as she pondered and molled over the words that were said to her. Did Violet doubt her? Was it a test? Did she lack faith in her loyalty?

Kota shook her head and silently laughed at herself for having such foolish thoughts. She and the Queen had fought side by side ever since she was taken in, she saved the Queen's life countless times, and Violet even saved Kota on a handful of accounts. Kota was dedicated to Violet and Violet alone, her word was what she lived by. She quickly unsheathed her swords and knelt down to her Queen, offering both of her swords, "My swords are yours, my Queen. I do as you order, and would die for you without a single hesitation. I am loyal to you until death, even then, you have my undying loyalty. I would take a million knives to the back and would walk to the ends of the earth for you. My loyalty is not to the throne and whoever sits on it, but to you. And you alone." she kept her head down, eyes looking at the floor until ordered otherwise.

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Violet smiled warmly. "Rise, friend," she said to Kota. As she did, she held out the scroll to her bodyguard. "I need you to take this to the village of Thistledown, perhaps half a day's ride from here. There is an elven scholar there, by the name of Quarion. Take this to him. He is quite wise and tactically savvy, and will give you another scroll detailing what to do. I've relied on him before; as my father had once said, 'Surround yourself with people that are smarter than you.'" She chuckled, but then it went away after memories of her father returned. After a few moments of silence, she continued, "Sorry. Anyways, I also need to send a caravan out there to collect wheat and grain, so this has a good coverup. And I checked the star charts, so we shouldn't have to worry about any transformations." She frowned. "Speaking of, I am going to reprimand those guards, no matter what you say. I can't have them act rudely or disobedient with my orders, or treat those who match or exceed their rank with scorn. Honestly, I don't know why I let people like Nicoli into our garrison in the first place." She placed a hand to her temple, and then looked up at Kota. "Are you able to do this, Kota?"

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Kota arose at her friend's command, sheathing her swords, and listened intently.
"Sorry. Anyways, I also need to send a caravan out there to collect wheat and grain, so this has a good coverup. And I checked the star charts, so we shouldn't have to worry about any transformations." She frowned. "Speaking of, I am going to reprimand those guards, no matter what you say. I can't have them act rudely or disobedient with my orders, or treat those who match or exceed their rank with scorn. Honestly, I don't know why I let people like Nicoli into our garrison in the first place." She placed a hand to her temple, and then looked up at Kota. " Are you able to do this, Kota?"

She thought to herself for a moment, no need to worry about being locked away? Being only a half day's ride...hmm..

Kota looked back at Violet, "Will make it a day, and will be perfectly swift. I'll make it my best to make things go as smoothly as planned, M'lady, I know the route to Thistledown like the back of my hand. When do we ride?" she said as she gave a bow and a salute, awaiting her orders.

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Ranald shrugged his shoulders at the girl's response. "Well, you guys are in charge, so I'll trust your judgment." Shielding his eyes slightly once out in the daylight. "Jeez, I didn't realize how sunny it was today. So where we heading?" he asked as he looked around.

Uagra walked quietly behind them his footsteps making no against the warm ground. His mind going over possibilities of the future. "Artemis. How are we looking on manpower currently? How many mercenaries have managed to join up with the cause? I've sent a few in the direction of the base a few days ago but they weren't really anything of note."

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"Artemis. How are we looking on manpower currently? How many mercenaries have managed to join up with the cause? I've sent a few in the direction of the base a few days ago but they weren't really anything of note." Uagra asked as he walked behind the other two. Artemis couldn't help but repeatedly blink as the bright sunlight made contact with her eyes. "Uhm, uhm... " she thought to herself for a moment, trying to remember.

"From what I can remember, we have five new recruits, not counting Ranald, just as of today. The Captain said that he would be trying to get more later himself, but I have my suspicions that he'll either be too drunk, or...busy with other sistuations at hand.." she said, as the Captain was very well known to not only be the biggest drunk in all of Omega, but also has a few notches under his belt.

"Should we look around for more recruits first, or get something to replenish our hunger? I myself am rather famished" she said as her stomach managed to rumble

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Uagra nodded as Artemis spoke. "So we're still kinda low on numbers. Shame. But we can't dwell on the negative let's be glad we found such a capable fighter in Ranald." He gave a cheer-filled pat on the mercenary's shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll fight whoever you point me at. Now if it's bolstering your numbers that you are worried about I might know a few people who would be willing to sign on. They're unhappy with the current state of the country so it would be easy to convince them." Ranald said passively, not really caring if they listened to him or not. "But we would have to meet with them at night. So I vote we get food." he glanced over at the woman leading him.

"Sound's good to me. I'll trust your knowledge of the area and it's people." Uagra said with a subtle nod. "Well, then Artemis let's find an establishment where we can fill our stomachs."

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"We ride on the morrow," Violet replied smoothly. "Until then, you can prepare." She then sighed. "And I am off to rest after that horrible interrogation. I can honestly see how that assassin is working with my sister." Violet headed off for her quarters.

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"We ride on the morrow," Violet replied smoothly. "Until then, you can prepare." She then sighed. Kota swiftly nodded, "Rest well, my Queen. I will see to it that Pheonix is by your side while I am away." she said, and made her way out of the Queen's outer main room and walked across the hall into her room, closing the door.

She removed her robe, removing her belt and swords, putting them onto the stand, and tossed off her boots after untying them, having her clothing that remained being her black leather outer tunic, and dark brown cloth under tunic. She sat by the ledge of the window in her room and looked out, down below watching the people with their daily lives. She gave herself a little bit of respite before she would need to pack up her things, which wasn't much, and round up the men for the morning.

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