Introduction
" A boy stood alone amidst the darkness, pools of blood filling the darkness of his past. Friends and foes alike, fallen to the edge of 'blade. Left alone the abandoned cries, power within him unrealized only by himself. Loved and hated, blood seeped since long ago. Upon the boy's final realization, comes death to all. One last breathtaking shout, 'I can't take anymore' "
And so ends the world to all. Power unleashed by the single god of all. Last regrets passed away in the brink of 'moment by all. Torn appart by tainted heart with in all. So it is, the worlds end, with one alone.
But I encourage you not, look down upon this tattered tale. The past it once read, the long forgotten end. Pay attention not to the end. See the beginning of that which's once untold. Let us see, from beginning to end.
In the beginning was born a boy, one which a god decided to manifest. Being born into the world as an infant the god forgets his past before as well his powers hidden within. King Salick received a prophecy from one of his advisors, that within this world will a destroyer has been born. By the word, he sent troops scared of the once false future. His son, born but three days before was first to be targeted. The general assigned with the infants slaughter fell before it, guilt crushing his heart. In no way could he hurt one that looked so innocent. Tears betook his cheeks as he chose to drop the cradle from castle's tower.
Miracle, the infant survived by landing in a passing hay cart. To the kingdom, the prince was dead. The cart took him out of his kingdom, to the houses within the neighbor's land. There, the child found was raised. Two years later, a new child was born the true 'destroyer' of the world. A god that had embodied but an infant accompanied by the scapegoat. Prophecies once again spread, that the destroyer was alive. King Salick went into a fit of rage striping the general of his rank, sending mass of units into the neighboring lands.
War struck, hunting for the death of his own son. An innocent tagged with being the end of the world when it was actually his sworn brother that remained beside. When the prince turned seventeen the King's men found the home. The eldest sister stood before the two, leaving her last words as 'run away'. She fought with the men, but inevitability struck, and her blood flowed red. The two flee not realizing what was occurring. Wherever they went, the army seemed to follow. Only slowed when the two kingdoms merged.
The true 'destroyer' began to fall ill, weaker than his sworn brother it forced their run to slow to a crawl. They took shelter with a friendly farmer who helped nurture the weak until he was well. A small group of the King's men showed again, killing the farmer and cornering the two. As if a valiant knight, the stripped general stood before them, drawing his sword to the troops. One by one he cut them down, swearing to protect the prince. Saying that he did not want to make the same decision twice, this time he would stand for what he desired.
The story will be centered around 3 characters. I will state that now, so the others will be more supportive rolls. I will be favoring these three characters, so do not complain. By 'favoring' I mean I will probably be telling them to post more frequently than others. The end is already laid out, and as you might guess, all the 'good' characters will die throughout the story. Which will drive the embodied god 'destroyer in prophecy' to hate the world for taking away those close to him. In the end, destroying the world. Throughout the story all three will think that the prince is actually the destroyer and tend to protect him. Though the Custom characters will die first, keep that in mind. As they die I will accept more characters. Or, if you are planning on making a second character bring them in a little before the first dies(You own), or after it dies.
Needed characters
The prince thought of as 'the destroyer' - Played by Tabris
The embodied god 'the true destroyer' - Played by Spectrum
The rank stripped general - Reserved by TiMMMaY!!!
Other's
I will take a total of 2, possibly 4 others. Player created characters that join along side the three to try and prove the world wrong.
2 SPOTS OPEN (Possibly more will be added as characters are forced to death.)
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A scout, one who fled from the king's men upon sighting of the target made his way to camp. Report of the sighting, as well the location would soon be heard. The army would soon move to back up the fallen comrades. Numbers that massed, to nothing less than a certain death for those who lay in waiting. Moments of hesitation , of disbelief, to be forgotten for the time to move was then.
Upon the throne, the king would smash. His hand turning red as the anger within grew by seer's word. The Prince was alive. Despite the warnings from his advisors he would command more men to launch against the neighboring kingdom. Fear and hatred growing in his heart, pinned against the only son. Tensions between the two kingdoms would rise as armies walked one another's borders. An all out war beginning along with this fascinating tale. The time of writing history, pausing as pen turned to sword in the hand of a writer. All capable pulled to the lines.
Unspeakable dangers awaited the three who would travel these lands. Salvation only found in rare meetings, stopping with only a bloody end. Oh, how this is truly the tale of all's end.
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Alastair fought back the urge to kneel before him, running it through his for the millionth time mind that this boy had no idea who he truly was. Alastair cleared his throat, then shifted his attention to the other boy, younger and smaller than the Prince, but he truly felt little interest for that one. He simply gazed at him for appearance purposes only. So as not to make either of them think that Alastair was not paying an overly strange amount of attention on him. This other boy was good looking, with short brown hair and deep green eyes, but was too much of a boy rather than a man to have put his natural traits to any use. The General looked away from him, then back to the Prince, and nodded curtly at nothing in particular before clearing his throat.
He rubbed the stubble on his chin, looking down at the ground, then down at himself, his hand running to back behind his neck, rubbing absently. The awkward silence was only interrupted by a long, lingering death rattle from one of the soldiers he had just bested.
Alastair cleared his throat again, overpowering the sound of the dying soldier, who seemed to stop right then, and looked back up at the boys, trying not to let his eyes linger on the Prince. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He meant, of course, the fact that he had been unable to save the farmer they were with. “But… we can’t stay here. A scout got away. More will come.” He said definitively, his years of experience in this sort of thing probably showing through, but these mere boys would not likely notice the erect military stance he took, nor the direct manner of speech that was second nature to him. “What’s your names?” Alastair asked in a gruff voice, and in casual manner that contradicted all the death he had just caused, like he was standing up against a mere painting of a miserable battlefield, rather than it being reality. He dared not to come too close to the Prince, that was not customary of a soldier to do towards royalty, but he also didn’t want to scare them off now that he had finally found his mark. He probably didn’t look like the nicest of people to be chatting with, especially after the show he had just put on.
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Leo's head quickly careened around to check if his brother was okay. He was. Completely unharmed and still behind Leo. It made Leo let out a breath he had been holding for so long, over-joyed that his brother was still alive. Though there was someone else they had to deal with now. His violet eyes focused on their saviour, he would be much more harder to deal with. Not that they could deal with the first ones. But he did save them, which was confusing, no one else tried to save them before. Even when they called out for help, no one came. So why was this man different? Perhaps he just wanted to kill them for himself, since everyone else seemed to want to do so. He had taken a step forward and was staring into Leo's violet orbs with his own earthy brown ones. Leo couldn't pick up any emotion from the look in his eyes, just a blank stare directed at him, Leo returning the stare. It held for a while, silently staring into each other's eyes. The silence was broken with the clearing of the man's throat and his attention drawn to his brother. Leo kept his eyes fixed on the movement of the man, there was no way he would allow his brother to be harmed.
The attention was now drawn back to the Prince, giving Leo a nod and clearing his throat. Leo couldn't help but stare down at the blood on his clothes then to the murderous weapon on his back. He was nervous and a little confused by it all. The silence didn't help and neither of them wanted to say anything, though they were all probably buzzing with questions. More Leo. But he wouldn't ask anything, he just stood frozen on the spot. Almost like a prey which was trying to trick it's predator by staying, absolutely still. As if that would help.
The silence was broken by the dying cry of one of the soldiers, he obviously was now taking his last breaths. It didn't make Leo feel any better about the situation at hand, he much preferred the silence, not the dying sounds of a victim of this murderous man, even if the soldiers were trying to kill him. Leo cringed at the sound, closing his eyes and trying to block it out. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He meant, of course, the fact that he had been unable to save the farmer they were with. Leo reopened his eyes, but lowered his gaze towards the floor, his head bowed in low-spirits and respect for the one who had died helping them. It seemed to be that everyone who got near them was killed. He didn't know why though, but maybe this guy would know...
“But… we can’t stay here. A scout got away. More will come.” He said definitively, his years of experience in this sort of thing probably showing through, but these mere boys would not likely notice the erect military stance he took, nor the direct manner of speech that was second nature to him. Leo's attention stayed on the ground, looking down at both his feet, not knowing what to say. He was still in shock over the fact he had seen so many deaths in the space of a day. He would never get used to it. “What’s your names?” Alastair asked in a gruff voice, and in casual manner that contradicted all the death he had just caused, like he was standing up against a mere painting of a miserable battlefield, rather than it being reality.
Leo finally raised his head and stared at the face of Alastair. He wondered how he could be so calm after just killing a group of soldiers. How he could still go on with his life as normal. But then, perhaps he had a reason to kill. Leo wondered if he would kill to save his brother. He hated the idea of death, but he would never allow his brother to die himself. Hopefully that day would never come when he had to make that choice. Saying you would protect is one thing, but actually having the guts to do so was a completely different concept. "I'm Leomaris Verlona...and this is my brother Vincent," Leo spoke in a hushed tone, almost mumbling his words. His foster parents had given him that name, his friends would call him Leo, though so far...Vincent was the only one who was alive who would call him by that name. Leo was always told to introduce himself in a formal manner, including his family name. Which actually belonged to his foster family and not his royal surname. He was oblivious to his true identity, everything he knew was real to him. Vincent being his brother in blood and his parents the same as his. There was never any doubt and there never would be.
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He believes that he just experienced a moment like that, like something from all those stories. The soldiers had them cornered, there was no possible way out. He and his brother, side by side, defenseless, useless, weak, in the face of their own demise. Their death was eminent. There was no doubting that. And so, Vincent had closed his eyes. His short life flashed before his eyes in just a moment, instead of logically running through options. He recalled many times, less dire than this, when he had froze in the face of danger. He was never good with pressing situations such as these and always tensed up, like a deer in headlights, stiff, thoughtless, and mentally begging for someone to save him. Please!
When the moment seemed to last longer than he supposed it should, Vincent dared open his eyes. He was awed at the sight before him; one moment he and Leo were standing amongst many well-armed, angry-faced men, the next, the men were fallen. Dead. They were all dead. Including the farmer. Only one man stood before them now. A man that Vincent found intimidating, but not nearly as hopeless as those unnamed guards. Hopeless, as in, if they played this right, he and his brother had a chance to get out of here. To run far, far away, just like it seems they've always been; even though that's a bit of an over-exaggeration.
Vincent shifted, still feeling stiff and anxious all at once, as if experiencing some sort of out-of-body thing. It was so surreal. This man--this was their luck. They were lucky. That's all it was. But...the soldiers, the farmer, however, were not. He felt bad for the soldiers who had tried to kill him and Leo. After all, they were following orders, right? It wasn't completely their faults that they just happened to end up in this situation, lying dead on the floor, one even crying out in horrible pain. Vincent wanted to end the man's suffering, but didn't dare move. He felt he couldn't. The only movable thing were his eyes, shooting back and fourth between the gruff-speaking man and his own brother as they spoke to each other--a conversation that fell numb, yet loud, on the scene around them all.
"I'm Leomaris Verlona...and this is my brother Vincent," Leo finally said in response to...something. Vincent couldn't be too sure. He released a breath he never realized he was holding, his body stiffening even more, before relaxing just enough to allow movement. He stepped up beside his acclaimed brother, feeling the need to be by his side and not so much behind him.
He didn't trust this man, regardless of the fact that he had saved both he and Leo. But he supposed he was in no position to be imposing judgment on another. Not here and certainly not now. "We need--" Vincent paused when he realized his voice was too low for himself to hardly hear, nonetheless the two he was speaking to. He waited a moment, to gain back his bearings, to try again. "We need to get out of here," he said, his voice sounding odd and strained to him. His eyes shot back up from the blood-soaked ground to the man that stood before them, trying to make eye-contact. There was something different in those eyes of his that didn't show in his expression, but Vincent ignored it. Whoever he was, he spoke the truth. For now, at least.
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It was the name he had been given by the peasants who had taken him in, of course Alastair knew that, but... He also knew his true name. Leomaris, perhaps, suited the Prince better... Alastair nodded again, then muttered to himself, as if trying to memorize it, "Leomaris... and Vincent Verlona." It was strange that he was so numb to his true life. Alastair couldn't imagine what it would be like. But he seemed a proper young man, his introduction was formal, though, that was not enough for Alastair to even begin to know him like he would eventually. He had no idea how, or if, he could ever tell him who and what he really was.
Alastair was about to speak, and get the two of them in motion. They had to move, right then. And they had to move quickly, without leaving any trace, if they could. But then the smaller boy, Vincent, spoke up, "We need--" Vincent said something under his breath, but Alastair couldn't quite catch what it was. He looked over to him, an eyebrow uplifted, and his ear cocked slightly towards him. Vincent waited a moment, to gain back his bearings, to try again. "We need to get out of here,"
Alastair shifted on his feet, a smile growing on his lips despite the dark situation they were in. He had just said that same thing, hadn't he? Alastair dismissed it, seeing that it would benefit no one if he pointed out that he had already said such a thing, and besides, the boy was probably traumatized by this all. And it wasn't likely that he would just outright trust him, even after killing those soldiers. Alastair nodded, his hear shaking like a mane around his head, "Yes. Yes we do." Trackers would be on their trail in no time, and Alastair, as skilled... and lucky, as he was, could not fight off an entire battalion. "And quickly too. We should go further into the kingdom. I'm sure there will be some form of resistance set up against the invading King. It will slow him down effectively." Alastair had already studied maps of the entire region. The forests would be their best route. An army would not be able to move through them effectively at all, the King would have to ride around.
"Vincent, Leomaris, we will be heading through the forests, at least for now." He stepped forward again, rolling over a dead soldier, then dislodging his sheath and retrieving his sword from the ground. He repeated the process on another of them, then handed the swords to the boys without a word. Clearly, they would have no trianing in combat. He would have to provide that at some point. Alastair then turned and walked towards the two archers that had been standing at the back of the squad of troops, then picked up their bows and quivers. "Are either of you an able marksman?" It would not be so unusual if either of them had been hunting at some point. Shooting a deer was no different than shooting a man. As long as you hit the right area, it would die quickly and painlessly. He strapped on of the bows over his chest, the bowstring running across his abdomen and the wood across his back. He attached one quiver to his belt on his left side, then walked back to the boys, extending out the other bow and quiver to either of them.
"Gather whatever supplies you can. Food and a tinderbox. Blankets if there are any." He spoke in his direct fashion, cutting the crap. They had more pressing matters than mannerisms and etiquette. But as the thought ran through his mind, he realized he hadn't even introduced yet. He felt a moment of shame, his face reddening, but he was not sure if he should give them his name. "I am Alastair."
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Leo watched his brother for a few moments, trying to figure out if he meant just those two getting away and leaving the man. Or whether it was supposed to be all three of them. Of course his brother didn't trust the man, Leo didn't either. Just because he saved them, did not mean that they would automatically trust him. That would just be stubborn on their behalf. Leo nodded slightly to Vincent then turned his attention back onto the man, who had an odd smile about his face, but it didn't seem one of ill intent. He nodded, his long hair shaking as he did so. "Yes. Yes we do." Leo frowned, he didn't really want that as an answer, a part of him hoped that the death of those soldiers would be the be all and end all of it. Of course it wasn't. It would never end until they were all dead. That's what the soldiers wanted right? For Leo and Vincent's blood to be spilt. "And quickly too. We should go further into the kingdom. I'm sure there will be some form of resistance set up against the invading King. It will slow him down effectively." Leo let out a small and exaggerated sigh. Great, more running. he thought, then looked back to his brother to check he seemed fit for running. Vincent was the only one he cared about in this world, the only one he had left. He wouldn't allow anyone else to die, it was just too painful.
"Vincent, Leomaris, we will be heading through the forests, at least for now." Leo went a little red in embarrassment, it had been ages since anyone had called him by his full name, it was a little weird and sounded so formal when someone else spoke his name. He would have piped up telling the man to call him Leo, but he didn't really trust the guy, he didn't even know his name, so there was no way he could of been classed as a friend. He watched a soldier being disarmed and then another one, the swords then handed to him and his brother. Leo hesitated but took one of them seeing he had no real choice in the matter. He brought it close to his chest and clutched tightly onto it. He was actually thinking about the man who died, this was his weapon. The same one which would have been used to kill him and his brother, now held by an inexperienced fighter.
The the man took bows and quivers off of the archers, which Leo didn't even notice were there. He was glad that they didn't get a chance to shoot the arrows at them. At least...they didn't did they? He frantically checked his body to see if he had been hit. Though there was no need, if he had been hit, he would have known it by now. The man now had the bow across his back and the quiver strapped at his side. "Are either of you an able marksman?" he asked them both, though it took Leo a little while to register what the man was saying, he just managed to register it as the bows and quivers were held out to him and the man standing just a few steps in front. "Ah--" Leo stuttered, taking the bow and quiver from the man. "We, um..." he took in a small breath and tried to puff out his chest as to not look so baffled by the question. "We got to try and hunt with them before..." he looked down slightly, his spirits sagging but he tried not to show it. "Vincent is a much better aimer than me." he mumbled the words under his breath, hoping that no one else heard it, but he just had to confirm the statement with himself. Admit that his brother could probably do a much better job in a fight if it came down to it. He didn't want to admit it, considering the fact that he was the older one and he was supposed to protect him.
"Gather whatever supplies you can. Food and a tinderbox. Blankets if there are any." the man spoke in a direct fashion which seemed like it came as a surprise to Leo, as his head rose up sharply and he blinked his violet orbs a few times trying to register what he was saying. The whole situation seemed like a dream to him and he was locked in a world where there was no death. Words kept snapping him back into the harsh reality. He gave a nod and strapped the weapons to him, he then turned on his heels to go back to the house to gather supplies. "I am Alastair." the voice of the man came from behind him and Leo turned back to stare strangely at the man as if he had missed something like his brother asking his name. It was just strange that he would randomly come out with his name now. Leo replied with a smile and a nod before running into the house.
It had been badly destroyed when the soldiers invaded it, broken bits of furniture and various items littered the floor. They had truly tared away everything in their path. All to get to Leo and Vincent. The farmer's body lay in the middle of the room. He had stayed and tried to fight them off whilst Leo and Vincent escaped out the back door. He cringed at the sight of it, the blood coming from the poor man's body. He had done nothing to deserve the horrible fate, he was a kind soul. Tears welled up in Leo's eyes and he sniffed, bringing an arm to his face and wiping away the tears. Now was not the time to be mourning his death, if they didn't hurry more soldiers would come and more would die. Leo put his hands together in a prayer like fashion and bowed out of respect for the farmer, muttering a few words of thanks and apology. It was their fault, it was only their fault. If it wasn't for Leo and Vincent staying with him, he would still be alive.
He stepped over the body and searched the house, stuffing everything he could into a bag. Various items of food and he even manged to find a few thick blankets, three of them to be exact. He looked around for something, something of great importance to him and his brother. A book and he found it on one of the wooden tables, covered by a veil of scattered papers. He brushed them off and held the book close to his chest, bowing his head and closing his eyes. The book had been given to Leo by his foster parents, the day before they had died. He couldn't read it. He was never taught how to read, it was a rare skill amongst peasants. But despite being illiterate, he carried the book everywhere with him and he wasn't about to leave it here. His brother probably didn't even know about the book. But inside were words of confession on his parent's behalf as well as his true identity.
Leo stuffed it into his bag which was now fit to burst. Darting out of the house and back to meet his brother and Alastair he gave them and nod telling him that he was done and the necessary items were now safe inside the bag he carried.
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“Yes, yes we do.” Vincent’s curious gaze turned to more of a glare, but again, he quickly suppressed his true feelings on the matter, returning his expression to a more unreadable one. “And quickly too. We should go further into the kingdom. I’m sure there will be some form of resistance set up against the invading King. It will slow him down effectively.” He blinked. The kingdom? Where were they again? The farm. Right, right. He remembered now.
Sighing, he turned his head and coughed absently into his fist, eyes gazing over the field of the fallen. His face dropped a little at the sight, only able to imagine what the farmer must look like. He bet the farmer was bloodied and cold, stiff on the ground with a lost look in his eyes. It was strange, how all the dead looked the same, but how some meant more to one than to another. That farmer, though they had only known him for a short while, had meant a lot to Vincent. He was another trustworthy face other than his brother, and he helped them out of his own good will to heal him when he was ill and couldn’t go on any longer. He was a good man. And, in the end, he had given his life for them, for two kids he hardly knew other than the time he spent healing one and talking with another. There weren’t many like him. It would be hard to get past his death.
“Vincent, Leomaris, we will be heading through the forests, at least for now.” There he went again, giving orders he had no justification to give. Well, Vincent supposed he had a minor amount of right, because he had saved their lives, but that was all. Besides, who could tell this man’s true intentions? Maybe he wanted their skins for himself. Maybe he was some washed-up soldier or something that wanted his precious ranking back, and so he killed off the King’s soldiers in a façade to gain the trust of the two Most Wanted, only to eventually return them personally to the King’s bloodthirsty blade, blame the deaths on them, and gain his lowly pride back in the kingdom.
Or, perhaps not. What did Vincent know? Certainly no more than Leo, that was for sure. He sometimes envied his brother for his kindness—a kindness he, himself, did not exactly possess. He had always been the more hostile of the two, though Vincent would never dare hurt a fly. And, looking at the dead surrounding him now, he vowed he would never kill a man either.
Vincent watched cautiously as the man handed Leo and himself a sword. He took it, his most recent vow echoing through his head. Never. He glared at his reflection in the sword’s metal, frowning as he caught sight of Leo’s actions. He was sad for his brother’s turmoil and wanted nothing more to see him happy. That’s all he wanted nowadays, for his brother to be happy. Safe and happy. He wanted them to go back to the way things were, when they were younger and innocent, and happy.
“Vincent is a much better aimer than me.” Leo said at his side, and Vincent wondered if he had missed a part of the conversation. He looked over to see the man hand his brother a quiver and bow and almost mustered a smile from the previous statement spoken. Almost. Leo was always too modest, whereas Vincent never held back on boasting his abilities, whether he had them or not. He was going to suggest giving the quiver to him, but before he could say anything, they were given more orders.
What really caught his attention, however, was a few moments later, after Leo had gone off to search the house, a place Vincent didn’t dare return to. He knew the farmer would be in there and he couldn’t bear to see the sight of him. Instead, he opted for searching around the area with the man. “I am Alastair.” Vincent lifted his head and looked at the man. “Alastair,” he mumbled. He would remember that name. He managed to grab a few items of food and a lot of water, stuffing the supplies into his own bag, by the time Leo returned to his side. Vincent was grateful, since he had no more intentions to remain out there alone with Alastiar much longer, especially not with the silence that befell them.
“I guess we’re ready,” Vincent said, knowing it was an obvious statement. He looked back towards the forest, then back to Alastair to wait for him to finish what he was doing so they could hurry along. He shifted his bag, growing anxious.
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Lemur, a youthful town filled with merchants and travelers. It's guard generally consists of mere militia due to the lack of crime. However due to the wars, military hands stood before. A nice break for our weary party, for in this city kids still played the streets. Fallen has not the second city of Heinst, a military capital for such same events. Safe they were, supposed to be at the very least. A fine stop for them to be at peace for the time being, for the three to find next heading. Possible acquaintances could be made, friends of foes alike at every turn.
Knowing not, of the hidden dangers the three would enter. By unlikely chance they learn of threat. A band of mercenaries, in work for the king made way to town. Keeping watch on those that come and leave. With barely a description, they look for the prince with little luck. Careful they must remain not to gain the attention from around. Though finding quick work to refresh supplies, as remaining in a town under watchful eyes. Soon again they must leave, but not so fast as to gain a suspicious glance. By day and night, more would come through. If enemy or friend, always left unanswered. Still on their toes, the three continue.
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He locked his eyes on their's, switching back and forth between the two. "You two are my nephews. Your father was never there, your mother, my 'sister' died birthing you." He pointed at Vincent. "Don't tell anyone any unnecessary details, don't over elaborate. It indicates a liar. And I'd prefer if you let me do the majority of the talking." They would have to tread lightly here. And if anyone learned of the prince's or his own identity, it would not bode well for them at all. Alastair stopped to stare and make sure the two of them understood everything clearly, noticing that they still slightly distrusted him, but they had gotten a little more comfortable around him over the past two nights.
Alastair then turned around and kept striding down the road, a proud, confident smile on his face. He would have to play his part here, as the strong, protective, and encouraging uncle. He only hoped the boys would be able to handle all this without giving anything away. He stopped at the gate, which was open, but manned by several guards with pikes and plate armor. They barred the way, as suspected, and one of them spoke up in a gruff voice, "Oy, what's yer business 'ere?!"
"So it's true then?" Alastair danced around the question, speaking in a laid back tone, "That there's an army in the south?" The man squinted at Alastair, who looked like a pretty convincing commoner, aside from his sword and small amount of armor, which could have been scavenged from practically anywhere. But the guard didn't answer the question. A simple tact, one that many Kings use when an army invades your territory. It's against protocol to tell the people that you can't protect your own borders. Alastair nodded his head, hair shaking as he did so, "I thought the rumours might be false, but that silence gives you away friend! My nephews and I are here for the militia!" Alastair proclaimed with vigor, false as it was, but he quite the convincing actor.
After many years in the courts, at King Salick's side, Alastair had picked up on many, if not all, of the small subtleties people used to wittle and bargain and deceive their way into getting what they wanted. And this guard ate it right up. A smile cracked on his face, and his pike was straightened, the other guards following suit. Too easy. Far too easy to get in. Which meant an agent trained in this kind of thing precisely would find it to be child's play. Enemies could be anywhere. Everywhere. But Alastair kept his thoughts to himself, without faltering in his charade. "Ye' can go in! Militia barracks has temporarily been expanded into the tavern." The guard chuckled, "But yer boys ain't much, eh? Think they can handle it?"
Alastair smirked, then rubbed the side of his neck absently, "I reckon so. They got my blood in 'em afterall!" His voice was loud and rambunctious, out of character for him, but that's why it was working so well. No one would expect a man like that to be a former general. He laughed for a second with the guard, then quickly gestured for the boys to follow him through the gate, past the guards. He had no intention of really going near the militia's barracks, but if he ran into that guard again or if he sent word that someone matching their description was heading that way, it would be suspicious if he didn't show up. And it would deepen their cover if they actually followed through, if only for a short time. Slowing down to stand between the boys, he muttered in a hushed voice, "Remember what Uncle Alastair said," A smirk was on his face, but only for show, "Now let's go join the militia!"
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"You two are my nephews. Your father was never there, your mother, my 'sister' died birthing you." He pointed at Vincent and Leo's eyes narrowed slightly, not liking his brother being the apparent one to mess it up. "Don't tell anyone any unnecessary details, don't over elaborate. It indicates a liar. And I'd prefer if you let me do the majority of the talking." Leo sighed once again as the older man just stared at them, waiting for an answer to say they understood. Leo gave another weary nod and followed Alastair down the road. He was striding now in a sort of confident way and Leo noted this, straightening himself up and making an attempt to make himself not look so tired. He rubbed his eyes and let out a long yawn just before they came to the gate. He then painted a neutral and alert look on his face, though it was certainly a hard thing to do. "Oy, what's yer business 'ere?!" Two guards barred the way and Leomaris stood at attention behind his uncle, he was trying not to tense up at the sight of more guards.
"So it's true then?" Alastair danced around the question, speaking in a laid back tone, "That there's an army in the south?" The man squinted at Alastair, who looked like a pretty convincing commoner, aside from his sword and small amount of armor, which could have been scavenged from practically anywhere. Leo wondered what Alastair actually meant, An army in the south? he held back a faint frown. The guard didn't answer the question but Alastair just nodded his head which was even more confusing to Leo. "I thought the rumours might be false, but that silence gives you away friend! My nephews and I are here for the militia!" Alastair proclaimed with vigor, false as it was, but he quite the convincing actor. Leo smiled to the guard in front, he didn't really know how to act but he decided that keeping quiet would be the best approach at a time like this. He did wonder though if they would actually have to join an army and actually fight. Visions of the time when Alastair saved them flooded into Leo's head, the blood and sheer chaos of it all. Would he and Vincent have to do the same thing? It made Leo feel sick to the stomach but he held back all of his true feelings, back behind a painted and almost cocky smile on his face.
A smile cracked on the guard's face, and his pike was straightened, the other guards following suit. Leomaris was actually rather surprised at the fact they were deceived so easily, it raised a few questions towards Alastair. Like how he was able to know what to say to deceive them so easily, only a few words on his behalf and they compelled. As a matter of a fact, Leo still didn't know who this mysterious man actually was. Sure they knew his name, but was that even his real name? "Ye' can go in! Militia barracks has temporarily been expanded into the tavern." The guard chuckled, "But yer boys ain't much, eh? Think they can handle it?" Alastair rubbed the back of his neck absently and spoke up in a rather rambunctious voice, "I reckon so. They got my blood in 'em afterall!" Leo smiled more but he couldn't help but feel that the rambunctiousness just didn't suit the man. Even though they had known each other for a few days-- many of them spent in silence, it just wasn't right for Alastair.
He and the guard laughed for a second together and Leo let out a small sigh to himself, everyone else would have been too preoccupied to notice anyway. Alastair quickly gestured for him and his brother to follow and they did, past the guards and into the town of Lemur. Leo glanced sideways as they past the guards, noticing their smug little smiles and strange air about them. Murderous air, they had obviously killed a few man with those pikes in their life. Leo wasn't scared about the pikes, he was scared at the fact he might have to kill someone too. Leo was too wrapped up in his surroundings to notice that Alastair had slowed down. He was watching all of the townsfolk go about their lives. "Remember what Uncle Alastair said," Leo froze momentarily and turned his attention on Alastair, who had a smirk carved into his features. Though Leo was already trying to remember what Alastair said, his memory failing from lack of sleep, even though it was only twenty minutes ago. Alastair is mine and Vincent's uncle, don't over-speak things and don't mention about being chased? Right...? Was there something else? Leo let out another pained sigh, his head hurting from the thinking he had to do, but he nodded to Alastair in understandment. "Now let's go join the militia!"
Leo walked through the town with Vincent and his new aptly named uncle. They headed towards the tavern where apparently the sign up for the Militia would be. Leo was downhearted by the fact Alastair had been serious about them fighting, he wasn't at all thrilled with the idea. In fact he despised it. The fact that they would have to actually use the weapons given to them, to take another man's life. It wasn't Leo's dream, how could it have been anyone's? "Do we really have to join up?" Leo mumbled under his breath, loud enough so that only Alastair and Vincent could hear him. He would know that Vincent would back him up, at least...he would wouldn't he?
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"Don't tell anyone any unnecessary details, don't over elaborate. It indicates a liar. And I'd prefer if you let me do the majority of the talking." Vincent frowned at Alaistar, feeling slightly offended by the comment directed specifically towards him. Rolling his eyes, he made a flapping motion with his hand and mocked him once the older man had turned around to direct the guards standing stiff nearby.
Guards, war, and lies seemed like all they were these days. This was their life. And they didn’t even have a choice in the matter. Well, Vincent supposed he did have a bit of a choice at one point, but he never considers that since leaving his sworn brother behind to fend for himself was never really an option in his mind. He would never consider leaving Leo’s side, not for a second, and now all they had were each other. Despite all they went through now, he still wouldn’t change his mind.
The next thing Vincent knew when he phased back into the conversation, as he usually got stuck in his head and found it hard to focus on more than one thing at a time, the guard and Alastair were having a neat little conversation amongst themselves, a laugh even. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the men. "Ye' can go in! Militia barracks has temporarily been expanded into the tavern." So, just like that? They were free to go? Wait, why—militia barracks?
"Remember what Uncle Alastair said," Uncle? Oh, they were undercover. Right, right, yeah he remembered. He wasn’t as dim as Alastair apparently expected him to be. He straightened himself up to push away his exhaustion for an air of confidence as he strode by the guards and into the city of Lemur. He could tell Leo was doing the same. They both could use a nice, long nap, he knew. As they were heading towards a tavern, a ball rolled by, stopping at his feet. Vincent picked it up and looked it over, until a boy and girl ran over.
“Can we have that back please?” the little girl asked sweetly.
“Oh,” Vincent smiled warmly. “Of course. Here.” He gave it to her and they both ran off with it. He sighed once they were out of sight. They had no idea. He wished he was them. "Now let's go join the militia!" Wait. What? “Militia?” Vincent echoed, standing alongside Leo. “Why are we joining that? Isn’t that bad?”
"Do we really have to join up?" Leo asked by his side and Vincent gave him a confused look. Why would they be joining up at all? His heart beat quickened and he was suddenly more awake. There was no way he was joining! This was a set-up! Alastair was probably working for the king or something and wanted their names down as...he didn’t know! But it couldn’t lead to anything good. He glared at the back of Alastair’s head. “I’m not joining the militia!” he said loudly, pointing accusingly at him, oblivious to anyone else who may be around.
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Took a freezing cold shower *felt soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good!* and im ready to sprawl out on my california king-size lol
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It might take me awhile. I am even getting tired already x.x
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And yay for the new keyboard Tabby!
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It's perfectly fine, Dream! I'm excited for your character's post though. She seems very cool. ^^
That's awesome, Tabby! Thankfully, all day yesterday I didn't have any lags or issues with this site. Got my hopes up. Now, though, it's all back to it's lagging, normal, self.
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I can't tell you how happy I am right now. I just got back from getting it.
So yes! I can type posts faster. Woo?
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So, are you three ready for the first support character to swing on through? =P
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And ohh, I gotcha now, Dreamless, xD My bad, sorry!