SangRoyal ~ A Story of Passion, Politics, and Betrayal ~

Diary-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Diary-chan** on Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:41 pm

" I understand you know this man, who has so kindly barged into my quarters to ask for you, " Nicchi said to Rapaj, nodding slowly towards Xaul. " He wants to talk to you, apparently very badly, " she added then stalked out of the room, leaving the two men to their own memories.

" What a day, " Nicchi sighed, pushing back hair and deciding to go visit the soldiers' quarters while she was out. She trekked through the empty courtyard, politely knocked on the door to the barracks-- the only time she ever felt she had to be polite wa shere, where she was home.

" 'Ey, princess, " a teenager grinned, and Nicchi gave him a clap on the back that nearly sent him flying. She never had been able to get the soldiers to stop calling her princess, just Nicchi-- but they refused to. She supposed it was better that way, preserving at least a fragment of her royal dignity.

Cries of 'Princess!'rang out through the barracks, whether from a soldier drinking a bit on his off, or a pair of them playing a card game. Nicchi didn't know them particularly well, but she was friendly with them all.

So Nicchi sat down between a pair of younger ones, jokingly gambling their hearts out.
" A Princess should'nt be gamblin', young lady, " one laughed, but Nicchi shrugged it off.
" Who said? Good lord, I'd willingly gamble away my tiara!!" she yelled over the merriment, and the comment brought waves of knee-slapping and suffocation due to laughing.

I'd gamble away my royal blood if I could, she thought to herself, sole person not wiping their eyes of laughter. Oh, what I wouldn't do to escape it...

TwinDeath · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **TwinDeath** on Tue Oct 21, 2008 8:02 pm

Xaul watched Rapaj as he entered, fighting his conflicting emptions down. Brother… Xaul stared at his kin, noting how unchanged the man was. where were you, brother? Did I leave this world and move ahead in time while everyone else remained still? Yes, look at me. You will never know who I am. You never did.

Xaul shifted, his eyes scanning Rapaj. “Do you know me, Rapaj? Can you tell me who I am?” His voice had shifted back into the rasping whisper that held so little humanity. "Can you see me, Rapaj? I see you. I know you. Who am I?"

Vettvyer · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Vettvyer** on Tue Oct 21, 2008 9:18 pm

The jaded galleon glided into the azure waters of Yuoja. The ship was dilapidated, and presented a painfully truthful exhibit of the New Errachim affluence. The patron mermaid who guided the ship on her voyage through the waters was crackled and deteriorating, and the once festive paintings were all whitewashed with wear from the sea. The unannounced visit would not go over well.

“The emperor asks that you dock the ship and escort us to the palace. We will stay as long as we must to ensure our people their deserved well-being,” Vizier Chi’hanto spoke with a commanding tone to the admiral’s first mate. This was not a time for equivocal courtesies or artifices: this was the hour of desperation, and a chance of fate.

“As my lord commands,” he replied. He gestured towards the exit and onto the docks.
The child emperor proceeded first, with the ethereal Vizier following, and several unprepared handmaidens and guards behind. Lady Chi’hanto allured numerous gazes with her vaporous silk vestments and lavish adornment. She veiled her weary complexion with her stately fan as they sashayed off to the Imperial Palace with their eclectic menagerie and an entourage of curious townsfolk.

“Let mother do all the talking, sweetie,” Chi’hanto whispered to the child emperor ((I’ll just do this until someone picks the emperor: 3)).The wheeling guards pugnaciously fended off protesting commons folk, as Chi’hanto skillfully guarded the small Emperor. As they arrived in front of the marvelous palace, they came to a halt. The entire staff convened silently and watched the Emperor and his Vizier obsequiously. The guards collated into their formations to reveal them, and the two royal potentates remained languid.

“The emperor asks permission to have an audience with the queen, or so help me I will separate you between your eyes,” Chi’hanto demanded in a non-rhetorical tone in the direction of a gate guard, pursing her petal-like lips. She brandished her damascened sword with a trained grip and staggering valor. Despite her naturally dignified posture, Chi’hanto felt diffident as she awaited the convening: if she fails to receive aid, a number of faithful citizens will all but die of starvation, adding to the precariousness of the entirely deteriorating resistance.

morriganxchan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **morriganxchan** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 12:44 am

Aahra set off on the road as soon as possible, riding her strongest horse, and a brutal pace, hoping to get to her destination as soon as possible. She couldn't travel as fast as a scout would have, but she could travel fast enough to make it there my early the next day, if she didn't stop to rest. The journey was sure to be taxing, and it wasn't exactly the safest of plans. Aahra wasn't only lightly armored. She wore no armor at all. It was bold, but it hadn't gotten her killed yet, or even too seriously injured.

She looked to the sky. She had a good two hours of travel before the sun would set. She was not looking forward to traveling alone in the dark, but it was necessary. She bade the horse to go faster, and ignored the very prominent threat. She had made this journey before without any altercations, and she was confident nothing tragic would befall her on her journey. Not many men considered a woman a threat anyway, no matter how many war tattoos she had on her face and body, men seemed to think she was inferior. That was always their downfall.

reticulated99 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **reticulated99** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 12:48 am

((OoC: Grar. Where is Maiyaa???))

Diary-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Diary-chan** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 2:15 pm

(( pyschogirl [Maiyaa] doesn't have access to the computer for the moment. She may not be posting for a while. ))

littleitaly6 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **littleitaly6** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 3:51 pm

Sariyu stopped at the top of the temple steps on her way out. She had spent the better part of the day on her knees in prayer. Which she was sure that she would feel in the morning when she woke up. Hoisting her pack up onto her sholder she admired the veiw. The city was bautiful in the fading light of the sun. The sight of it all formed a pit in her stomach, There were those outside these walls that wanted to destroy such beauty. But that was why she was here, to ensure that they never crossed the threshold of her lands. She wanted to serve the Queen, be a guardian to her and the people. Visions of bright steel and glory danced in her head.

Taking a step she walked down the stairs making her way to the palace as a hasty pace, she wanted to get there at a decent time. She was sure that she was gonna break her neck from looking at all the sights, it was so much to take in. Her family had been merchants in a traveling caravan, never to settle in a city such as this. After many wrong turns and asking for direction she found her way to the palace and inquired as to the captain of the guards. She was told that he was currently busy with royal dutys and she would be content to wait until he saw fit to see her. With a sigh she was lead to the guards barracks.

The door opened and she stepped inside the noise and commotion of the guards shocked her a bit. Some were just finishing laughing, their attention directed to a girl sitting in the middle of the room. Sariyu looked around not sure of who to talk to or where to sit. She noticed some of the men had taken to staring at her tattoos. She traded stares right back until they adverted their eyes.

Diary-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Diary-chan** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 4:45 pm

" Yeah, I could see him doing that, " Nicchi laughed at a soldier's joke, then looked up at the woman who'd just entered. The stranger had long red hair, looked like it was her pride and joy. She looked new; like she had never before been to You'lina. But she certainly didn't look new to the matters of combat.

" 'Ey, s'been a while since I met another female warrior, " she grinned walking up to the newcomer, not giving a glance to her blue tribal tattoos. " Who're you? " she asked politely, smiling as warmly as she could muster. Nicchi wasn't going to let the other woman know of her title; she didn't want her to get intimidated.

" And why're you here? "

xXSakuRADroPSXx · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **xXSakuRADroPSXx** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 6:50 pm

Rapaj stared down the man who stood before him. Examining every feature of his person, from his tattered shoes up to his jet black hair, scanning over every single wound on his body that was visible to the naked eye.

"...Who am I?" he heard the unknown man ask him.

Who is he? thought Rapaj to himself. Am I supposed to know this monster?

He examined his figure once more, trying to detect any faint similarity the man might have possessed with any of Rapaj's many acquaintances in the past. And yet, nothing at all came to mind. The man was completely unfamiliar to him.

"Pray tell," Rapaj answered the man in front of him, his voice strong and authoritative. "Who are you, stranger?"

ExcaliburSr71 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ExcaliburSr71** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 7:51 pm

Bei'nu sighed, his head cradled in his hands. Was this the third or forth day he had gone without sleep? He honestly could not tell, not that it really mattered to him anyway. One of the perks to what I am, I would wager. Lifting his head heavily, he looked down at his table, littered with maps of troop deployments and other such material that he had stared at so long that he swore he should have it memorized by now. Fairly comfortable with war, the scale and the small time in which it had escalated worried him. It seemed rushed, but so was the assassination.

Still, he would have liked some time to prepare before declaring war. Youl'ina's forces were already stretched thin defending the country's borders, and quite honestly Bei'nu was unsure of how much more his beloved country could take before collapsing under the strain. Of course, Bei'nu knew he could just be acting pessimistic, or it could be the thought that he had gone far too long without feeding. At the thought of blood, Bei'nu's stomach growled even while he grimaced. The parasitic way in which his kind drained the life force of another to sustain themselves nauseated him, but there was no choice in the matter if he wanted to remain "Alive". If he was truly living, of course. Right now however, he needed fresh air, a release from the toils of this life, however brief it was.

Donning a black cloak, he drew the hood over his head until his features were cast in shadow, then proceeded to step outside. Straightening himself, Bei'nu took a deep breath of fresh air and prepared himself for another long day.

TwinDeath · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **TwinDeath** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 7:55 pm

“You know me, Rapaj. Do you see me? Do you understand me? Do you feel me? Do you hear me? Can you hear me? I want you to trust me. I want you to believe me. I want to feel your eyes. I want to hear your voice. I want you to see me well. I want you to understand me…” Xaul swayed in place, moving to the bet of his words as he fought his past. “I call myself Knofker, Rapaj. That I will tell you. Is that who I am, though?”

Xaul giggled slightly. “Is the mere name that is ascribed to anyone who they really are? Can anyone truly believe that, knowing who they are, and knowing that the truth of a name tells of the murders of hundreds? Tell me, Rapaj: I know your name, but who are you? Who is the man behind the name, the human hiding under the mask? Strip away your name, your title, your rank, and who are you? Who is anyone, without all the lovely protective safety blankets that we collect down the years?”

Xaul laughed this time, clutching himself tightly as if to press the tatters of his mind back into place. “There is a title you have not used for many years, Rapaj: Brother. Do you even know where your Xaul, your own brother is?”

xXSakuRADroPSXx · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **xXSakuRADroPSXx** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 8:30 pm

((OOC: It would probably be less obvious if you hadn't given his first name. But I'll keep it going as if my character hadn't put two and two together. ;-)

))

Rapaj's body tightened upon hearing the name Xaul...

That name...

His hands were balled into fists at his side, making sure that he maintained his self-control, keeping them there so as to refrain from assaulting the unknown man flat out. An eerie feeling of uncomfort nonetheless overcame him - not from fear of the hostile visitor of his, rather from the sensation of long forgotten memories rushing back into his mind.

How does he know about Xaul...?

"I have no brother," Rapaj retorted. His reply was short and crisp, brimming with subdued anger. HIs jaw clenched tightly.

He hadn't been asked about his brother in years - not even his own family spoke his name. The dishonor associated with that appellation became buried deep within his memory, never to be resurfaced. And here, this man, who was apparently suffering from lunacy, had brought up the forgotten "delinquent" with such an emotive drive.

Apparently, he knows something about him... He told himself. But what could it be exactly?

littleitaly6 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **littleitaly6** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 8:41 pm

Sariyu looks as the other girl walked up to her, she had the build of a fighter, and her sword was of a high quality make. Holding out her hand she clasped forarms with the girl "Im Sariyu Bal'Taang, late of the Kam'irr trading caravan."

She took a breath and looked around seeing no other females in the room. "I've come to give my service to the crown, that is, if they will take me, i see no other girls in the room" Her brows knit and a slight frown crossed her face.. "Oh im so sorry, what is your name?"

KattyKit511 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **KattyKit511** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 9:15 pm

The third, and mostly unremarked, presence to follow behind the Empress and her son was a slight figure, who bore the air of practiced observance. It didn't take him long to count the number of guards and estimate their combined strength and how long it would take him to overcome them (32, slightly worrisome, and not very, respectively). Liendar, while nominally General of the army of his homeland, felt more needed at the back of his sovereigns while they paid their visit to a foreign land, especially after being so lax the first time. 'No time for that now. Focus.' He stood a respectful distance behind them, but not so far that he would be unable to protect them both. His rapier chimed a long, soft note as it gently thumped in its supple sheath. He was present for his rulers, and his rulers alone. Once the Empress drew her sword, he drew a step closer to the child he considered his charge, thumb resting against the guard of his rapier.

Chen'ming was scared, anticipatory, and awed at the same time. He'd never been let out on long trips out of country before, and it was a strange journey. He knew that this was "serious business" but had no other context and so felt safe to stare as he pleased. He wasn't so sure once he saw those stares returned. He reached his other hand, the one not holding his Mama's, for Liendar's small one. "Mama, won't they let us through?" He whispered in a hush, tilting his round face up to stare anxiously into his mother's eyes.

Liendar squeezed his hand reassuringly, automatically adjusting himself so that his sword would clear without harming the child, and replied to him softly, "Do not worry, my lord. It is the Vizier's right to demand in such a way." To the empress, he murmured, a slight cautionary thread in his voice, "My lady, all will be well."

Vettvyer · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Vettvyer** on Wed Oct 22, 2008 9:50 pm

Regaining her notorious composure, she looked to Liendar and her baffled son. Her features were steeped in despair. She painted a smile on her face for the young emperor.

“They will listen to me, do not fear, Emperor,” she swept her gaze towards Liendar, inflecting her tone towards the noble standard. “Lest they overlook our impeccable relations previous to the Traachou offensive and discard alliances like rotten carcasses, that which I cannot hope to aspire. We have familiar goals, and better yet, a common opponent.”

“General, our people are dying,” she moved closely to Liendar, lowering her voice in intimate conversation. “What would you have me do? I am supposed to guarantee the simple requirements of life in exchange for our people’s hard endeavors and valor. We need something; anything.” She turned to her own escorts, addressing them sincerely. “It is the matter of time which I am concerned with, not the means of how it is obtained. If I must pull a sword to be noted around here, I will do it for our countrymen’s sake” she recited and fluidly sheathed her blade as if to merely prove a point.

Standing her ground, the Vizier awaited entry into the Imperial Palace. She kept her hands from trembling.

pyschogirl · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **pyschogirl** on Thu Oct 23, 2008 9:01 am

((OOC: sorry about me not being here. I really apoligize. I read all of the posts and I'm going to try to catch up. correct me if I mess up on some info that I read Thx. And now for Empress Maiyaa will make her grand entrance....))

Maiyaa was sitting on her throne, thinking about the war. Thinking how it would all end up. With her on top, if her plan would go perfectly. So far, the Queen was poisoned, all she had to do was wait. Then her pathetic grandaughter would take the throne and then she would kill her. It would be like taking candy from a baby.

Hmmm, she thought. I could possibly end her misery before the poison would murder her. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. She decided that she was going to have an audience with the Queen, under the guise that she wanted to try to end the war. Pfff, she thought, like that was happening on her watch. She wouldn't stop until she ruled the world.

((Will add more later!))

Rycyn · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rycyn** on Thu Oct 23, 2008 11:21 am

The gate guards upon being threatened by a woman were not quite sure to do. A short discussion amongst themselves and one was sent running to find the highest ranking officer he could. A guard smiled apologetically at the Empress.

"A moment your majesty. You are... unexpected."

The gaurd sent running found a high ranking officer and he could not have picked a better time. General Er'vori was in the palace courtyard talking to one of the servants, several children staring up at his platemailed clad body in awe. He nodded at the gaurd as the man ran up.

"Catch your breath then speak. Nothing can be that much of a hurry."

The soldier saluted and took sveeral breaths before speaking, aware that the general was partially deaf in his left ear.

"Emperor of New Errachim at the gate sir. His mother is threatening to "seperate" us between the eyes if we refuse to let them in."

The general raised an eyebrow before nodding slightly and waving a hand at his squire who jogged over. He passed his helmet to the man and taking his massive axe in one hand he grinned at the gaurd.

"Lead on then. I think I might like this woman."

THey arrived back at the gate to see the Emperor's mother in conversation with her escort. She was certainly a striking looking woman. He shook his head slightly to clear his mind. As the General approached the gaurds stepped aside to make room for his huge armoured bulk. All heads tilted back to look up him as he came to a halt, a shadow falling over the small delegation from his sheer size. There was an almost defeaning silence then he bowed and smiled.

"Greetings and welcome to Youl’ina. I am General Akaris Er'vori. Can I be of service to you?"

Diary-chan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Diary-chan** on Thu Oct 23, 2008 4:05 pm

" I'm... " Nicchi hesitated a bit, before deciding not to use her titles. " Just Nicchi, nothing else, " she grinned, though recieving suspicious stares from some of the soldiers. She glared back at them.

" And the reason that you don't see any other women in this room, is because they're all at home, looking for some husband or taking care of a household, " A look of disgust crossed Nicchi's face. " Although they have every right to be here."

" As for your services... " Nicchi laughed. " Well, who couldn't use the services of a fighter? Come with me, " she added, grabbing the girl by the wrist.

She lead through twists and turns, through courtyards and camps, quite confusing to the newcomer-- but not to a spunky princess who'd spent her life in the castle. Finally, she came to the strategist tent-- where she knew Bei'nu would be. But when she peeked into the tent flap, seeing no general, she sighed and continued onto a well-worn path that the general would usually take.

Nicchi, followed by Sariyu, finallly found Bei'nu.
" General! " she said, grinning, then added, " We've a new recruitment, " she said, jostling Sariyu forward.

littleitaly6 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **littleitaly6** on Thu Oct 23, 2008 5:04 pm

Sariyu grinned widely, this girl had a fire in her that sariyu saw with in herself. "Aye, its a sad day when women wont take up arms to defend their home, instead hiding behind their pots and pans."

Sariyu was jerked along following the younger girl. There was so many twists and turns that Sariyu was sure she wouldnt ever be able to find her way back by herself. And the sights! Such wonderful, and beautiful things. Her mouth hung open in constant wonder.

Following Nicchi outside they wandered down the path until they came up to the man. "A general Nicchi?! But i cant talk to him! He is.. im not.. i think this goes against all protocol!"

TwinDeath · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **TwinDeath** on Thu Oct 23, 2008 5:19 pm

“You had a brother, Rapaj. He was sent by the commander of the Keuthein into the city of Paalich, where he made himself a life. In this other city, he knew love, but not for long. Xaul Scaep B’laken Tach'en was captured, dragged into the street and thrown into a torture chamber. Ohhhhh, they really hated him, your Xaul. I was a cell over, and watched as the torture took effect. Funny, for a month, they never even touched him. All they made him do was watch. Watch as they worked on his woman, Amena. There he lay, strapped down with his eyes held open, staring at his lover while she was flayed alive, the flesh ripped from her bones. The bones shattered in every part of her body. Her fingers and toes burned to ash. Piece by piece, they destroyed her. She soon managed to escape, though. It’s hard to cage the dead. “ Xaul’s word began to come faster and faster as he went spiraling back to his past. His voice was completely flat, and he kept a tight grip on his Kounnar. He needed to say this.

“Then, it was your brother’s turn. I remember it well. They always make sure that the other prisoners can see when one of them is being tortured; you break faster that way. Your brother was the strongest of us all, you know. Most broke after two months. He never did. Can you imagine it, Rapaj? Five months of pain and suffering, of knowing that your love died because you wouldn’t say a single word? The whole time, they weren’t just damaging him, eiher. They were… modifying him. Modiying us all, for the Arena. Each of us was upgraded, turned into monsters and made to fight each other for the entertainment of the masses. Xaul and I fought together, in the Arena. We survived for years, becoming better and better fighters. Until the ultimate cruelty…

“It seems that Amena didn’t die, after all. Instead, she, too, was changed, warped into a demon full of hatred, hatred for Xaul, for the one who refused to save her. The fight that went on was terrible, each flinging themselves at the other for hours. I kept out of this: it was not my battle. The two lovers raged and struck, never defending themselves. I think that they both wanted to die right from the beginning. They got their wish. They died together, Xaul first killing his lover and then dying out of grief. I escaped soon after that, and came here, to you. It was Xaul’s last wish: for one of his family to know. To know how he lived, and how he died.”

Xaul nodded to Rapaj, and said, “You had a brother, Rapaj, and he died, leaving me. Xaul Scaep B’laken Tach'en died, Xaul Knofker lived.”

((OoC: Whups, thought i took the first name out. Edited.))

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