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The Chosen Few: The Broken Order

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Ur'Idon is a part of The Chosen Few: The Broken Order.

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Merriwyn Maharien [23] "Magic is still a mystery, the elders know only a fraction of its wonders."
Tevran Shaetue [23] "My Faith is unshakable, my word unbreakable, and my loyalty never ending."
Mera Atkinson [21] "Hmm. Needs more flowers."
Catherine Lionhart [20] "Surely there is some way I can help...right?".
Alcuin Grimfell [19] "Words are faster than my arrows, but only just."
Allen Ruthgard [18] "My life is only an end to someone's means, and I don't like that."
Robert Turya [16] "Only is death do my vows release me."
Apollo Cormac [11] "If it were good or evil for which I fought, I can assure you that most of my hardship would have been for naught."

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Character Portrait: Mera Atkinson Character Portrait: Robert Turya Character Portrait: Merriwyn Maharien Character Portrait: Tevran Shaetue Character Portrait: Catherine Lionhart Character Portrait: Apollo Cormac Character Portrait: Alcuin Grimfell Character Portrait: Allen Ruthgard
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Merriwyn stood in horror as the guard opened the door, Mera was her only protection and she was just as frozen in shock as Merriwyn, but within seconds a tower of a man ran through and tackled the guard and the pair went right through another door behind him. With a sigh of relief, Merriwyn made her way into the first room, scanning the surroundings for a chest, maybe the gaolers had stored their confiscated goods in here, but Merriwyn had no such luck and when they moved into the next room, her luck was just as low.

Merriwyn lent against a wall, her body still drained from using her magic too much. She bowed her head in thanks to her saviour, but just as she was about to rest a little more, Mera ran off on her own and Merriwyn tried to chase after her, to stop her from leaving. "Mera, no!" She cried out after her, reaching out as if to grab her but she fell to the floor, letting out a cry of pain as she hit the hard stone floor. She pulled herself up from the dirt, weakly steadying herself on the frame of the door. She took in a few heavy breaths as she watched Mera get smaller as she get further away.

As Merriwyn watched, she remembered the scroll she was sworn to protect. "Oh gods no." She exclaimed to herself, she had to get the scroll back, before it fell into the hands of someone who could wield the ancient magic contained in its letters. If it was still in the hold, it may be destroyed unless the ancient wards hadn't worn off, and if it was outside the hold, no doubt it was on its way to being translated and studied. She quickly went back to check the ledgers and see if there was any mention of the scroll, the gods favoured her and it seemed the scroll was being sent to being studied, ripping the page from the book, she put it in her sleeve pocket and waited on the others.

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Tevran gave a wolfish grin as the sword was tossed to him. "Thanks my Brother, for now I can truly do the Divine's work and send these heretics to Oblivion!" He then quickly turned away to lead the released prisoners, for a mob mentality is an interesting one, and without a leader their courage can quickly fade if met with firm resistance. He quickly called out to them again, and prepped them for their mad dash to freedom. He led them through another hallway, and they came across a squad of Ulfric's men, and he charged.

A mad roar was ripped from Tevran's throat and his charge put his blade through the first soldier's throat. He tore it out, sending blood everywhere and went on to hack down another guard in a welter of blood and gore. The other three soldiers ,seeing this maddened Watcher cut down their sergeant and corporal along with a pack of escaped prisoners, decided that discretion was the better part of valor and ran away. Tevran scooped up their weapons, tossed them to two of the burliest prisoners, and picked up a shield for himself. He could hear fighting from further down the hall, and called out "Alright men! Make as much noise as you bloody can and lets send the bastards running for their Oblivion-Cursed lives! Advance at a steady pace though, and don't get in front of me! I'd hate to cut down one of ya by accident." Tevran then began to beat his sword against the shield, in a loud clanging metal on metal sound that reverberated throughout the area. The men began yelling all sorts of abuse and obscenities in a cacophany of sound.

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Character Portrait: Mera Atkinson Character Portrait: Merriwyn Maharien Character Portrait: Alcuin Grimfell
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One moment Alcuin was fiddling with the lock, trying to his thin and sturdy stone between its cracks, and the next thing he knew they were greeted by a nasty tremor. He grabbed onto the bars in enough time not to fall into the murk at the bottom of his cell. The back of the lock came off during that. That would be been a blessing on his part had the other Watchers not secured the keys.
Alcuin hissed through his teeth. “Can’t I ever prove my mettle?” He said as his door swung open. It was bad enough that half the members of the Watchers spoken down to him, literally. Now he was being hustled along by members of the Watchers that he swore were lower ranks than himself. Eh well, this was not the most formal of situations—people can break ranks when their lives depend on it. Unless they are running the opposite direction of the fight. That is usually looked down upon. Alcuin doubted that anyone in the Watchers would do that.

He looked around at the prisoners fleeing. Immediately he felt better about his wounds. They seemed very minimal compared to the causalities that the others had received. Then again he hadn’t put up much a fight when Ulfric’s guards had come for him. He was out of arrows and knives. There was only the sword on his back, but by that time they had their blades pointed at his neck. Yes, Alcuin could draw his sword and maybe get it a half an inch out of the sheath before he was stabbed numerous times. So instead of throwing away his life, he held his hands up. That was when the guards so fondly reacquainted him with the ground.
Alcuin was sure he needed to realign his nose, but that could wait. The Order of Watchers poured out of the dungeon with courage and bravado springing from their lungs. He followed. No enthusiasm poured from his lips. He had always been a man of stealth. Not particularly stealthy to announce your presence to an entire castle filled with your foes. Though if Alcuin was right, Ulfric’s men had more to worry about than just the escaped Watchers. There were more men outside, with siege equipment.
“That is particularly good timing, isn’t it? I wonder if they witnessed all of the massacre, or just some of it.” Humans. Filthy, honor-less swine. Whatever they could do to get the upper hand they would do it. Even if that meant using the ambush of the Divine’s men to their advantage. Alcuin stilled his tongue before he said anything too blasphemous. Aside from the elven maiden, everyone else here was human. And not the recipients of his ire.

Alcuin poured into the next room with the rest. He was on the elfish lass and Mera’s feet. Mera spouted out something about finding the man who did this and ran into the castle on her lonesome. The elfish girl called after her but took a tumble. Before Alcuin could properly help her up, she was on her feet. Right, she wasn’t some court lady. She was capable of taking care of herself. As was Mera. Still, Alcuin didn’t like her braving the ramparts just to get one man, on her own. As the other men of the Watchers took swords, Alcuin pilfered as many daggers as he could before he took off after Mera.
“I’ll retrieve Sister-Sergeant Atkinson,” he said to the elfish woman. “You let the Lieutenant Commander know.”
Honestly Alcuin wished he had the time to grab a bow. But he was assured they would be using long bows in a castle; the flight of the arrows to get over walls and breach enemy lines. There were probably some skirmish bows here and there, but Alcuin didn’t have time to try to pilfer around to locate them. He had to retrieve Mera. It didn’t help that his legs weren’t as long as hers. Though, truthfully, she wasn’t too much taller than himself. But she had a lead on him, and he was trying to be cautious and not call all of Ulfric’s men to him. Fortunately he had whatever army was outside to thin out enemy presence in the hallways.
“Mera Atkinson,” Alcuin said in a low and raspy voice. “Where did you get to, lass?”

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Character Portrait: Mera Atkinson Character Portrait: Robert Turya Character Portrait: Merriwyn Maharien Character Portrait: Tevran Shaetue Character Portrait: Catherine Lionhart Character Portrait: Apollo Cormac Character Portrait: Alcuin Grimfell Character Portrait: Allen Ruthgard
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Merriwyn watched as Tevran led the battle, she with a few other prisoners who were in no way capable of fighting, remained in the small office, after Mera had run, Alcuin cam up beside her and informed her of his intentions, Merriwyn didn't want anyone to separate from the party at all but at least Mera wouldn't be alone if Alcuin went after her.
"Of course, thank you, Alcuin." Merriwyn looked to the people she was in the office with, a mixture of nobles and beggars alike. Merriwyn was confused as to why noblemen and women were locked up with the beggars, but did not ask, she merely clung to the door frame and watched as Tevran led the charge.

With the courtyard cleared, Merriwyn informed the others and they made there way out into the courtyard, she grabbed a dagger from the body of one of Ulfric's men and turned to the others. "I suggest you grab a weapon too, we cannot have the others doing all the fighting and having to worry about us." She ordered them, the beggars eagerly picked up a weapon whilst the nobles seemed hesitant, but Merriwyn had no patience. "I will not have my brothers and sisters sacrifice our freedom because you could not weild a weapon yourself." Merriwyn had little patience for nobles and their snobbery at the moment.

Merriwyn caught up to the Lieutenant-Commander. "Lord Turya! Lady Mera has went after Ulfric and Alcuin has went after her." Merriwyn informed him, with a bow of her head to show respect to the Lieutenant-Commander. "May the gods guide them."

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The surge of men howling for vengeance swept into the courtyard, with the knight Tevran at the forefront. The guards, whose focus had been on the outside looking at the marching army only watched in shock at the prison riot. A few tried to move forward to engage the mostly weaponless prisoners, but Tevran casually swept aside their feeble attempts to fight with swift parries and brutal thrusts of his blade. Blood spattered all across the rough stones of the courtyard, and screams of agony began to fill the air to go with the grunts and wordless panting of men locked in mortal combat. And still the booming of the siege engines' constant bombardment continued, pounding against the old stones of the fortress. Tevran was locked in a brutal fight with the captain of the guard, a grizzled middle aged sergeant with close cut hair who made short economic chops with a hand axe while blocking Tevran's cuts and thrusts with a stout shield. "You should have given up and died with the rest of your treasonous comrades! It would have been quick at least!" The captain snarled out between gritted teeth.

Tevran growled out "It is not treason to rid the nation of your heresy" and then batted aside the axe and drove his blade through the captain's throat and into his skull. A look of shock struck the man's face as he fell over. Tevran flicked the blood away, and then looked around. About half of the escapees were dead, but the rest had picked up weapons and were fighting. Meanwhile, soldiers were pouring through a breach made by the siege weapons and cutting through the few guards standing.