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Crowns, Empires and Swords

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a part of Crowns, Empires and Swords, by TvAddict13.

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this role-play is a revive of crowns, empires & swords. http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/crowns-empires-swords

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Da'Karro Misantri [304] Death, torture, sex, its all a service to Ishka, in time you will serve her too, or I will serve her your blood.
Clara 'Scarlet' Stark [291] "I don't know where I belong anymore..."
Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger [250] "I will bathe in your Blood, or so it's been said."
Jon Stark [235] "The North Remembers..."
Amelia Targaryen [140] "I will do what Queens do. I will rule."
Queen Tenanye Ananse [95] "Beyond, beyond the mountain line, The grey-stone and the boulder, Beyond the growth of dark green pine, That crowns its western shoulder, There lies that fairy-land of mine, Unseen of a beholder."
Robb Stark [93] "This war is far from over."
Godking Wanhope [92] "Soon everything from the Greenland Sea to the Antarctic Ocean will belong to Khalidor."
Ajax Alexander [80] "Being a hero doesn't mean you're invincible; it means you're brave enough to stand up and do what's needed."
William 'Will' Casey [73] "She is the Captain, that is all I have to say."

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Roth was beginning to be real ticked off by Rickard's insults. Constantly addressing him as boy or as a whelp was not customary when speaking to someone of higher status anywhere. He looked at the man's horse with a half grin. Unlike most horses, Khalidoran horses weren't bred to be fast and powerful, they were bred for long treks and hardiness. The horses would outrun the Labrador breeds long before the ran out of stamina. He waved his hand to a Vurdmeister off to his side.

"They should all be out of the city by now. Signal that surrender." With that order the Vurdmeister cast a bright beam of white light into the sky. After about a minute several other beams across the city appeared as well. Turning to another rider he spoke gently. "Go to the Castle and make sure the Labradorans don't rummage through my things. I have it in the room and I don't want them to accidentally set it off."

"Well Rickard, whether you died here or not I had no intention of surrendering myself to anyone. Regardless I will discuss the laws with your master for he should know them if he doesn't know already. However, I will not go alone. Every Khalidoran knows not to trust a relative of Edmond the Liar." Roth gave a whistle and the surrounding soldiers backed away. Ten of Khali's Vanguard, five Vurdmeisters, and twenty meisters rode up to his side. The Vanguard were all of fae decent and it was obvious in their faces. Each had their custom ebony weapons and special armor. Though he doubted that Rickard cared in the slightest. He probably didn't know about any metal besides iron or steel.

"Now take me to meet your master so we may talk."

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When the beams of light lit the sky each Khalidoran that saw them stopped fighting immediately. Those in combat parried and backed away. Soldiers sheathed their weapons while the meisters stopped casting their spells. Officers came out front to speak to the opposing officers about conditions while their soldiers remained still. Each one was trained to follow orders to a tee and they would rather follow their orders than face decimation.

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Da'Karro didn't take long to locate Robyn, Her body pale and prone on the ground, Robb Stark kneeling over her, all but crying as he held her in his arms. It wasn't hard to see what had happened.
Da'Karro had no room in his head for sorrow, not for Sheva, and certainly not for the Stark boy. All that filled him was rage.
"Death..." The voice whispered in his mind, "Kill them... KILL THEM ALL!"
"With pleasure." He responded and kicked his horse off after Jon, catching up with the advancing Stark lord quickly.
"Lord Stark," He growled, coming up beside Jon, but tall but paying him no heed, "If you need me, Ill be taking Khalidoran skulls as trophies," He turned to Jon with eyes like burning slate, "Don't get in my way."
He kicked off and started riding harder towards the keep. He would kill them. He would kill them all. Each an every one of them would die. Ynaero would reap a bloody harvest today, and Ishka will revel in their agonies.
"Come Khalidoran scum! Come and face me! Come! Come and die for the Beast of the Harbinger! COME AND DIE!!"

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Jon sat the high seat of New Castle. Lord Eddard Stark stood at his right, Da'Karro Misantri stood at his left. The warrior priest still covered in blood as were many of the men including Jon himself. The battle had been over for little under an hour and Jon was still replaying it in his mind, the final push. Jon had managed to reign Da'Karro in, even if it was only enough to guide his rage. He turned him on the men guarding the keep and he unleashed the beast. Da'Karro carved through the ranks of the enemy so quickly he soon outpaced the army. The only warrior who was able to keep up with him was Jon himself. The two men, despite their dislike of one another, fought surprisingly well shoulder to shoulder. Da'Karro wielded rage like a weapon, Jon moved through the enemy like the warrior kings of old. Between the two of them, they would have wiped out what remained of the Khalidorian occupation in the city if the call to surrender had not gone out.

So now Jon sat but he was not pleased with the victory. It felt hollow, too easy and bitter. He reclaimed a city that was his to begin with, a city that was stolen from him and his people, a city that had been suffering under the arrogant, brutal rule of a foreign nation and now when justice should have been his the enemy bent the knee rather than fight for long. It left a sour taste in his mouth. To top it all off they had captured the son of Wanhope and he was being brought before Jon. Jon didn't want to meet this seed of darkness. It was easier if he didn't meet him, if he didn't see the person he was. It was easier if he just thought of Wanhope as a dark figure, a monster in the night. Yet to know he was a father, to know he had a son, it made hating him that much more difficult.

As Jon sat there, with Nymeria and Ghost at his feet and his army in the great hall of New Castle the boy was brought in. Jon was surprised how young he was at first glance. Little older than Arya yet with vastly more power if the stories were correct. The boy seemed proud, perhaps a little too much so as he walked through the hall at the head of his personal guard with an air of superiority. The fact that he was surrounded by an enemy army howling for his blood and the blood of his country men seemed to barely phase him. One part bravery, one part stupidity Qhorin would say. Jon quieted the men, raising his hand to silence them as he looked down at the son of Wanhope.

He didn't speak right away, he just stared at him. Jon's dark eyes locking on to the icy blue ones of the boy. To his credit the boy held Jon's gaze. After a moment Jon spoke, his voice carrying out along the hall.

"I am told you hold the title, Paramount of The North. I hope you'll forgive me if I forgo stolen titles for the children of invaders."

Jon began, his voice harsh and cold as a winter wind.

"You called for the surrender of the men guarding White Harbor, I thank you. You saved lives on both sides tonight. While we are at war I have no interest in needless bloodshed."

Ghost licked his jaws as he stared at the young son of Wanhope, it was as if he could smell the shared blood the son had with the father.

"You surrendered yourself so you may speak with me, for the lives you saved by wisely laying down your arms so I grant you that. What is it you'd say to me?"

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Robb was on his knees, Robyn's coat in his hands. He grit his teeth as the rage built inside him, threatening to burst. Tears welled in his eyes as he thought of her final moments, as the fire licked her skin and she screamed in pain. He clenched his fists and the coat in his grip. His eyes on the corpse it had covered. He looked at it as his body trembled. The woman he'd known, the woman who captured his heart and mind, the woman he'd loved. There was little denying it now. Now that she was gone to him he could not lie to himself when the pain was so real. He'd loved her and Khalidor had taken her away from him. His eyes seemed fixed on her as he stared at the blackened and charred corpse. Yet as he stared it didn't feel right, it didn't feel right at all.

He knew Robyn, she had a presence, a connection to him that he couldn't explain yet this corpse, this charred piece of flesh. There was nothing, no connection, no emotion at all. It was as if it wasn't her at all. Robb set his jaw as he stared, his mind trying to comprehend the storm of emotions and thoughts flooding through him.

"What do we say to the god of death?"

The words echoed in his mind, he'd heard them before as a boy when he was still learning how to fight, how to kill and how to stay alive.

"Not today..."

He muttered out loud as he got to his feet, a simple declaration of refusal. He refused to accept her death, he refused to accept that they had taken her from him. The truth was that there was a very real possibility that she was dead to him but there was still hope and it was that he clung to. He knew in his heart this thing before him wasn't Robyn. He would know if it was and this wasn't her. He sheathed his sword and stalked off to his horse with Grey Wind in tow. Something had happened to Robyn Sheva and he was going to find out what and he was going to save her. He would not abandon her to torment and death, not as long as he had strength in him. She was his and he was hers. The Wild Wolf would ride out into the night. The howl of hunt would herald his approach and the thief who stole her form him would know, The Wolf Lord Cometh.

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Roth stood before this new Stark king slightly underwhelmed. He expected a dirty, uncivilized savage. Instead he got a man that looked like he spent too much time on his hair. He seemed intelligent enough though.

"In Khalidor war is common and bloody. We've made a series of laws that prevent them from going out of control. That is why this war is so lax on our part. I ask you to honor these laws and we shall honor your laws of combat. For my soldiers here I ask that the survivors can give the dead a proper funeral so that the souls of those who died can reach the afterlife."

"We will honor our laws and my meisters will do their best to heal your wounded and ease the passing of those who are too far gone. I also request a personal audience, if your grace deems it appropriate." Roth hoped that Jon would allow a funeral. Khalidorans were more worried about their souls than their lives.

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Jon listened to the young man's words but was struck with shock at his description of the war up until this point.

"Lax?..."

Jon repeated the word as if he could not have heard the truth of it. This young man, this heir to the Khalidorian throne was supposed to be different. The son, different from the father, better. He was supposed to be kinder, more understanding, just and fair. Yet if what Roth had said was true what merit could there be in that description?

"Lax?"

Jon repeated incredulously. He was angry and justly so. That which Roth saw as lax was in short nothing less than the complete and utter destruction of Jon's immediate family. The murders of both his brothers, the torture and death of his father, the rape and murder of his mother and young sister. That savagery, that brutality was anything but lax.

"How long have you been in The North? How little of this conflict have you seen if that's what you think? Do you even know what atrocities your father has committed to begin this madness? You expect me to believe you are aware of the bloodshed, the brutality that has been thrust on my family and my people when you look around at murdered children, brutalized women and families in chains and say this is lax."

Jon looked at the young man. There was an intelligence there, an intelligence that far surpassed his years. Yet there was an arrogance there also. An arrogance born of confidence and forced self reliance. Jon knew that look for it was one he once shared. Growing up Jon had always pushed himself to be independent, to rely on no one but himself. Because of that he cast aside helping hands and was often thought of as arrogant or over confident. The choices of a boy but Jon was no longer a boy, he was a man and men were held to higher standards.

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Roth didn't realize that his choice of words hurt the king so much. While the common response would be to ask forgiveness or to rephrase the statement, the boy decided to do something else. He decided to respond not with an answer, but a story.

"When I was seven my father took me on one of his campaigns to quell a rebellion in Lodricar. He assured my mother that it would only be a week of fighting before I was safe at home. However things were different from the reports when we arrived. Apparently the enemy raided dozens of villages and took them all as prisoners. Yet for some reason, despite being low on supplies, they never once tried to touch our supply routes. After my father led a night attack on an army they found the reason. The rebels had chose to eat human flesh instead of grain or animals. The spears that they carried were carved from the bones of their victims as well as their armor. Horrified my father lifted the Baffin laws until the rebellion ended."

"The war raged on for a year until Lodricar surrendered. Khalidor lost nearly a hundred thousand soldiers and the enemy lost over twice that amount. A dilemma cam up on the issue of what to do with the territory. If it was kept then these rebellions would arise frequently, yet on the other hand if it became independent then crusades would become the norm. My father and his council decided that the only way to assure that Khalidorans would stay safe from harm in that region was to completely annihilate the country. So they killed all the babes in the land and captured as many as they could. Every man, woman, and child in Lodricar was taken from their homes and dragged throughout the empire to be crucified along the roadside so that all would know not to break Khali's laws. For twelve months that happened. Four million people crucified across every major road in Khalidor, even through the winter."

Roth paused for a bit before speaking again, choosing his next words carefully. He didn't want to share that story for it still caused him stress to think of it. He had to watch those people die even when travelling to the Holy Land. However he needed to inform the king of a recent war that could be compared to this one.

"That is why I used the word lax. Since I have been here I have not seen anything that I saw in the war that I spoke of. War is tragic regardless, but it can still be maintained so that it is conducted humanely. That is why we are speaking here right now. The matter of who is at fault can come after this conflict is finished. For now we need to assure that needless cruelty is dealt on either side for the sake of both our people." He paused and raised his brow as if to ask a question. "You have proven yourself to be a strong king who is kind to his people. But there is more to being a king than just that. It also means honoring your enemies and offering respects to their beliefs. Will you be a king who is a cruel victor or a benevolent one who shows grace?"

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It had been done. Moloch had sued for peace with Kenna and her allies and Drake City was officially out of the war. Moloch had mixed feelings about that. On one hand, his people were safe even if they had lost the territory and resources they gained in the previous war. On the other hand, he felt dishonorable. He had betrayed an ally and a friend and it was now out of his hands whether the great Khalidoran city that stood on the land he gave to Wanhope would hold or fall to the might of Kenna and her allies. These thoughts, of course, were mirrored by his two closest friends.

"It could not be helped," Cyrus told Moloch as he Eirene followed him out into the courtyard, "The Triparite is ridiculously strong. To think that gods would sire children in this day and age..."

"Regardless, we swore an oath. I do not like it. Even if Wanhope releases us, we are still leaving them to die," the Guard Captain noted.

"Not to die. I pulled a few strings. The Khalidor have gained a new weapon. One of smoke and fire that does not require magic or fossilized dragon excrement. The formula consists of rather simple ingredients..."

Boom

Moloch smiled at the shots in the courtyard. There stood Wanhope in better health hoisting what had been dubbed an "arquebus". The projectile he had fired had taken off a dummy's straw head.

"This new technology should win you the battle," Moloch told his friend. He took a step by his side and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Make them charge the walls and their forces will be decimated. Then you can sue for peace."

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Wanhope enjoyed the new weapon that Moloch had given him. It was like a small cannon. Overnight Wanhope had spent his time making improvements to the weapon. He always had to make killing more efficient. Probably the reason why his father made him the captain of Khali's Vanguard when he was fifteen.

"The weapon works well, but it is far too difficult to reload in comparison to a crossbow. It is a lot easier in the long run though since you do not fatigue easily. So I made something to help." He waltzed over to a table filled with all sorts of gadgets and picked up a small bundle of paper. "I call this a cartridge. The gunpowder is already measured with the ball in there too. The paper is very flammable because I soaked it in a fluid. Makes reloading a lot easier as long as they are made before hand." He told Moloch as he stuffed the cartridge into the barrel. He fired and frowned when he only hit the side of the torso. Muttering he picked different cartridges off of the table.

"I took the time to carve out different balls using different materials and gave them a point to make it more accurate. Mithral is the fastest.." He stuffed the mithral shot into the barrel and fired it at a bird flying ahead. The bullet was not even visible as it hit the foul. "Dragon Bone mixed with ebony can shred through armor...." He shot the bullet at a suit of plate mail propped up, going right through the armor. "But the deadliest is our precious refined orichalc." A pit fighter came out in full dragon plate armor. The deal was that if he could even tap Wanhope then he would be set free with an ingot of gold to support him. The shot was fired when the pitter charged. The bullet pierced the man's armor yet he still stood. After a few seconds there was an explosion from within his torso, small yet deadly. The gas from the explosion settled around the man's corpse. "The orichalc is heated and takes some time to react. I do not fully understand why. The man shot will die, but it is the gas that will kill the others around him. The expense is only thing stopping it from being practical."

"I have ordered my generals to retreat from Galapagos and the North Atlantic. With all the wealth flowing into the empire through these campaign Khalidor will finally be able to modernize its military and build a navy worthy of our flag. These weapons will be the key to obtaining that goal. The war will be ending soon and I need your help with building these weapons. While you cannot build the entire thing, you can build parts that we can then assemble. We need cannon and shot and lots of it. We will still pay top dollar too. Interested?" Wanhope asked. Those guns would allow the conscripts and new recruits to take on even the most experienced knights. It was a weapon that's power was amplified in large numbers and Khalidor had the largest standing army in the world. Guns could be made for mounted soldiers, for their scouts, for their infantry, for their artillery, even their ships could be outfitted with cannon. The slaves could make plenty, but the fine quality weaponry would come from Drake City. The quality that would be outfitted for the shock armies.

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Character Portrait: Robb Stark Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: William 'Will' Casey
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Da'Karros mood since the battle had not improved. The victory was cheap, easy. A damn surrender, a forfeit, the victory was hollow, its taste bitter in his mouth, and his rage left unspent. The surviving Khalidorans had been rounded up and imprisoned, but Da'Karro had not heard of the Counts capture. It railed against him, his purpose for being here, his target, his prey, had been lost in the madness of battle. Much had been lost. The Captain, little of her remains could be recovered, what little could had been discarded, none had use for burnt bones. Casey had taken it hard, blaming himself for not being there, blaming himself for her fall, Da'Karro had left him to grieve, He knew how Casey felt about the Captain, there was little he could do for his friend. Robb too had been shaken by Robyns death, but was in denial, refusing to believe she had fallen. Da'Karro could see the comfort in the madness. Refusing to believe something had happened, refusing to acknowledge its existence, he imagined numbed one to the pain. Scarlet would be arriving from Castle Black in a few days time. she had not been told of Robyns death in the raven letter. That was, something better said in person, Da'Karro knew what the Captain meant to Scarlet.
His body raged against the forced victory, his muscles were wired and electric, his mind still red and bloody. The beast had not eaten its fill and was not yet sated enough to sleep. Da'Karro was too worked up to meditate and instead set about doing something he at least thought might be productive.
Robyn had never openly converted to the worship of Ishka, she said she had no faith. But she like him had protected Scarlet, the chosen of Ishka, and he supposed that made her as much a priest as he. He began preparations for her funeral, a sombre task, but he was not about to let her be sent off by some barbaric northern shaman. Ground stable enough for buildings in Jeddah was rare, not wasted on the tombs of the dead. The dead in Jeddah were burned, then their ashes thrown out into the desert, where they would blow for eternity. Da'Karro intended of throwing Robyns Ashes to sea, he believed that was what she would want.
Robb was in denial, Jon in council with the surrendering Khalidoran commander and the other respective lords of the North Da'Karro would not give the satisfaction of asking for aid. Therefor he approuched the only other Northern Noble he had any reason to respect or ask of.
He walked up the the room Julia Stark was staying in and rapped on the door quietly, "Umm, Lady Julia? may I speak with you?"

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Julia sat in the King's tent the entire time, having her food brought to her just as she liked it. She'd heard some of the garrison had returned and peeked her head out of the tent some to see. They didn't look pleased but otherwise alright.

Julia grew bored and went back inside. She slowly brushed out her hair with her fingers, detangling the curls that fell over her shoulders.
"Lady Julia? May I speak with you?" She heard a voice called after a little tapping of the tarp. Julia stood and made her way to the tarp, pulled it back and smiled, dimples appearing in her cheeks much like her sisters.

"Of course, of course." She said stepping aside pulling the tarp for him to enter.

She looked at him, her lips parted some as she did. He was nothing like Northern men. Tall, dark with a handsome brooding face. Large grey eyes. Scars that she would take her time, memorizing if he would remove his armor.

"How may I help?" She said, dropping her arms to her side, so he could see the shape of her body, one she knew it would take years for her sister to have.

Jon said they were friends, Clara made lots of friends, but she could never keep a man, especially not one of this caliber. Clara was only a girl, in mind and body, she wouldn't know what to do with him. Julia felt, she knew exactly what she'd do.

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The door opened and Da'Karro was again presented with the family features of his dearest Scarlet, they were truly blood relatives. "Of course, of course." She said, all smiles and batting eyelashes. No, this was not his Scarlet, this woman had her looks but not her demeanor, not her beautiful mind. "How may I help?" She said, dropping her hands to her side, pushing out her chest the propping her hips seductively to the side.
Da'Karros already sour mood darkened. Who was this woman that she would just flirt with a man, a man she barely knew, a man who just lost a friend.
"Im looking for some items. I was hoping you could assist me. Wood, incense, flowers that sort of thing."

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"I'm looking for some items. I was hoping you could assist me. Wood, incense, flowers, that sort of thing."

Julia frowned. "Hmm, Well, Not here, There are flowers around, wild flowers, but because of the snow, they'll be harder to find, and incense? That'll be more difficult." She said and looked at him. "I'm sorry, are we having a funeral? Is Jon, and Robb alright? I haven't seen them." She asked genuinely concerned. They were her family after all, she wasn't entirely heartless.

She began to feel a bit panicked at the idea. She could still hear her brother's screams, from the poison he drank for Wanehope... it left him writhing in pain for hours before he finally succumb.

She took a deep breath, trying not to have a panic attack.

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"Hmm, Well, Not here," She replied, her smile breaking into a frown, "There are flowers around, wild flowers, but because of the snow, they'll be harder to find, and incense? That'll be more difficult." She said looking at him with worry, "I'm sorry, are we having a funeral? Is Jon, and Robb alright? I haven't seen them."
Her questions did little to make him feel better. The simple fact that Jon and Robb had survived while Robyn had died alone and in pain. "Your wretched kin are fine. Robyn Sheva died trying to retake this blasted harbor and save your life. I am giving her last rites and all others I could ask are indisposed." His fists clenched into tight balls and he fought to remain in control of his emotions. He exhaled slowly, his eyes shut, the unspent rage of the unfinished battle still coursing through him.
"Look, I just need to know where to find the items I need. Nothing more."

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"Your wretched kin are fine. Robyn Sheva died trying to retake this blasted harbor and save your life. I am giving her last rites and all others I could ask are indisposed." He growled and Julia swallowed. "I'm sorry..." She said and looked down shamefully. "Look, I just need to know where to find the items I need. Nothing more."

He said and Julia took a breath. He was scary, angry. "I'll help you find them, My sister and I were taught how to gather flowers." She said. "I'm sorry, about your friend, She saved my sister so she deserves a proper funeral." She said with a nod. She quickly looked around for something to cover herself with and made her way toward the exit.

"How is my sister anyway?" She asked him as they walked toward the perimeter. "The last I saw her, she was taken by your friend, I thought the worst but she must be well."

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"I'll help you find them, My sister and I were taught how to gather flowers." She said hurriedly, clearly startled by his quick temper, "I'm sorry, about your friend, She saved my sister so she deserves a proper funeral." She said, nodding and grabbing a shawl form a nearby chair. "How is my sister anyway?" She asked him as they walked out towards the perimeter of the camp. "The last I saw her, she was taken by your friend, I thought the worst but she must be well."
"Scarlet is very good," He said, glad of the change of subject, "She has done well on the Harbinger. Grown up, with me and... The Captains, guidance. Shes currently learning swordplay among other things. Although the sleepwalking has been progressively getting worse."

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"Scarlet is very good." Da'Karro said, Julia had to take a moment to remember who he was talking about. She'd nearly forgotten the pirate woman changed her sister's name.

She noticed how Da'Karro's expression softened at the mention of her sister. She found it odd. "Shes has done well on the Harbinger. Grown up, with me and...The Captains, guidance. Shes currently learning swordplay amoung other things. Although the sleepwalking had been progressively getting worse."

Julia held back a huff. All this time, Clara was perfectly fine, learning how to fight, and being coddled by this man, while Julia spent a good precentage of her time being Claras husbands punching bag and body slave.

"Sleepwalking?" Julia asked him once it hit her. "My sister never sleptwalked before? This is the first I've heard of it," She said. Her sister's never been so crafty as to fake an ailment for attention but Julia could see why she would, to get Da'Karro to come to her rescue, maybe even lay in bed with her. It was a sneaky tatic but one Julia would have used herself.

"When did this begin?"

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"Sleepwalking?" Julia asked Da'Karro, "My sister never sleptwalked before? This is the first I've heard of it," The woman seemed incredulous, and Da'Karro supposed he could understand why. It had only started since the two had been separated, and they had lived together for years, "When did this begin?"
"A few weeks ago, her and I joined the crew of the Harbinger at almost the same time." Da'Karro said, sealizing it had only truly been a short few weeks since they had met, such a short time and yet so much had happened, the thought made him smile breifly before he continued, "The nightmares and sleepwalking started around then. Your cousins are watching over her in my absence, she is prone to... dangerous behaviour while she wanders." The thoughts of Scarlets manifold suicide attempts made him uncomfortable and he pushed them from his mind, "But she is otherwise well, once ground rules were established on the Harbinger she has had no issues with the crew."

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"A few weeks ago, her and I joined the crew of the Harbinger at almost the same time." Da'Karro explained, she noticed his smile and it only caused her to frown. So he was attracted to her...?"The nightmares and sleepwalking started around then. Your cousins are watching over her in my absense, she is prone to...dangerous behavior while she wanders." He said and Julia pursed her lips.

Sneaky little....Clara was faking it. She had to be to get Da'Karro's attention. She wondered just how dangerous her behavior actually was. She was probably fine but tried to lure Da'Karro to her by faking her sleepwalking.

"But she is otherwise well, Once ground rules were established on the Harbinger, she has had no issues with the crew." He expained and Julia nodded. "I bet you protected her. You seem like you would." She said. "My sister has always been a frail little thing, always needed someone with her. It used to be Jon." She said feigning nonchalance. "Always getting herself into trouble that one." She said with a laugh. "Charming little idiosyncrasy of hers." She said sweetly. "How did you two met? If you don't mind, It's been awhile since I've had someone to talk to that wasn't trying to force me to bed." She said, and while she was playing at his sympathy, it did still haunt her. Deeply.

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"I bet you protected her. You seem like you would," She said, "My sister has always been a frail little thing, always needed someone with her. It used to be Jon." Julia said and Da'Karro could see the truth in the words. But he already knew what Jon had been to Scarlet, not a lover but a brother. A figure to guide and protect but not to love. "Always getting herself into trouble that one." She said with a laugh. "Charming little idiosyncrasy of hers. How did you two met? If you don't mind, It's been awhile since I've had someone to talk to that wasn't trying to force me to bed."
"Of course," He replied, nodding his head, he knew better than most the place of a slave, "We met by chance really, the day after Scarlt arrived on the Harbinger. I had been looking for Captain Sheva, I was on a mission from my temple and I believed Robyn to be whom I seeked." Da'Karro smiled a rue smile into the wind before continuing, "The first time I met your sister I had tortured one man and killed another."

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"Of course," Da'Karro said "We met by chance really, the day after Scarlet arrived on the Harbinger. I had been looking for Captain Sheva, I was on a mission from my temple and I believed Robyn to be whom I seeked." Da'Karro smiled and Julia watched him curiously. Why would he seek her out? And What made him think he was wrong? "The first time I met your sister I had tortured one man and killed another." He said and Julia looked shocked. "You killed am an in front of my sister, and she didn't completely faint? Oh my, How strange." She said and she looked at him. "I bet they were bad men though, right? They must have done something horrible." She said and smiled. "You must have been protecting her, otherwise she would have completely shunned you." She said with a shrug.

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"You killed am an in front of my sister, and she didn't completely faint? Oh my, How strange." Julia said shocked, "I bet they were bad men though, right? They must have done something horrible." She said and smiled at him with that too fake sweet smile, "You must have been protecting her, otherwise she would have completely shunned you."
"One was," He replied, trying to ignore her cloying sweetness, "The first was a pirate captain, a rival of Sheva, he had led me to her and was my gift of good faith to her. I then proved my place aboard her ship by killing a man who had betrayed her trust. Then later, I was in the kitchen with your sister, and one of the crew insulted her. I cut out his eyes and fed them to him." He paused before smiling, "I think that was when your sister grew fond of me."

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"One was," Da'Karro began as they walked on, deeper into the forest. "The first was a pirate captain, a rival of Sheva, he had led me to her and my gift of good faith to her. I then proved my place aboard her ship by killing a man who had betrayed her trust. Then later, I was in the kitchen with your sister, and one of the crew insulted her. I cut out his eyrd and fed them to him." Julia's eyes went wide. "My...." She whispered. "I think that was when your sister grew fond of me."

"I know I would." Julia said, still shocked by his confession. He killed with little remorse it seemed, and was so impossiblt honest about it. It was endearing, charming even.

"I'd fall head over hells for a man who would go to such lengths to protect me as you did for her." She said, and oddly enough her mind drifted off to the young Prince Roth. He tortured the Count and smuggled her out of the city...he was younger then by a great deal....physically, but mentally, he was just as much a man as Jon, Da'Karro and Robb.

She prayed to the Old Gods he was alright.

"Ah, Here's a good place for wild flowers." She said, and gestured to a snow covered bush, her mind still lingering on thoughts of Roth, wondering what he was doing at this very moment.

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"I know I would." She said, if seeming a little shocked by his confession. He did not hide the fact he was a killer, there was little point, those who did were liars and schemers, trying to portray a falsness about themselves. That was not to say Da'Karro was proud of his kills, he was proud of many things, his skill, his ability, his faith, but his body count was not one of them, they were a shame, a mark on his soul. However, he would wear that mark openly, and begrudged those who lacked spine enough to do the same. "I'd fall head over heels for a man who would go to such lengths to protect me as you did for her." Julia continued, and Da'Karros mind returned to that night in flea bottom, when he had tried to protect her from herself, and almost lost everything.
"Not every kill I made for your sister was so righteous..." He mumbled.
"Ah, Here's a good place for wild flowers." Julia said, gesturing to a small snow covered bush. The flowers were small and yellow, and Da'Karro was more than slightly surprised that they bloomed in such frigid temperatures. He produced a small satchel and began picking the flowers. They were so small, so simple, how unlike the Captain, these flowers did not do her the justice she deserved.
"Do you know of any other types of flowers lady Julia?" He asked, continuing to pick the flowers and well as he could in gloves and a gauntlet, "I will require many if they are so small and... plain. The flowers from my homeland are large and beautiful, I know little of northern flora. Is there perhaps a royal garden or orchard in Whiteharbor I could gather flowers?" He expected little but hoped there would be somethign with a little more majesty. Wildflowers would be best, he thought that was what the Captain would have wanted, something wild and untamed rather than an imprisoned orchard, however he would have to use what he could find.

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"The weapon works well, but it is far too difficult to reload in comparison to a crossbow. It is a lot easier in the long run though since you do not fatigue easily. So I made something to help." He waltzed over to a table filled with all sorts of gadgets and picked up a small bundle of paper. "I call this a cartridge. The gunpowder is already measured with the ball in there too. The paper is very flammable because I soaked it in a fluid. Makes reloading a lot easier as long as they are made before hand." He told Moloch as he stuffed the cartridge into the barrel.

Moloch watched Wanhope fire the arquebus with interest. When Cyrus had first demonstrated the weapon to him, Moloch had noted its weaknesses. It took much longer than a bow to reload, its range was shorter, and it was night impossible to use in the rain. Nonetheless, it had armor piercing qualities and it was easy to learn how to use.

"This cartridge would be most useful. I trust you'd be willing to barter the secret in a trade agreement?" he asked.

Moloch couldn't help but chuckle slighthly as he demonstrated the different types of ammunition he invented. The pit fight never stood a chance. Those too were worth trading for or researching. He made a mental note to order his Magi to continue researching on ways to improve the weapon.

"These weapons will be the key to obtaining that goal. The war will be ending soon and I need your help with building these weapons. While you cannot build the entire thing, you can build parts that we can then assemble. We need cannon and shot and lots of it. We will still pay top dollar too. Interested?" Wanhope asked.

"My people have never said no to constructing weapons. It would seem that this weapon will usher in a new arms race. People will look for ways to enable armor to withstand shot while at the same time, others will look for ways to improve shot's effectiveness."

"I don't see the phalanx going away soon, your majesty," Eirene murmured. Cyrus laughed.

"Oh, don't be so sure, Captain. These weapons will change warfare forever."

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"My people have never said no to constructing weapons. It would seem that this weapon will usher in a new arms race. People will look for ways to enable armor to withstand shot while at the same time, others will look for ways to improve shot's effectiveness." Moloch was right, but it all depended on circumstance. Those that could craft the weapons by the masses would have the most power. Particularly the countries who used slavery.

"Those of us who can summon larger armies and massive budgets will use these firearms by the masses while I suspect that those with small armies and small budgets will keep their armor. A trade agreement for some of the secrets should be made. The orichalc round is only for Khalidor, since the metal is from our country. I suggest outfitting the Fort before the main army though." Wanhope overheard the two commanders speaking of the weapon.

"If I may butt in, pikes will still be useful for quite sometime. The reload time is slow so it will need some way of protecting itself from heavy cavalry. Naturally the pike will help in that effort while the shooters fire from behind." He told the commanders of Moloch's army. It would be a bit before the current weaponry became unusable. One thing was for sure though, the age of cavalry being the dominant power on the battlefield was over.