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Vicnin Pherith

"Peace is a necessity, but if war is the only answer for peace then so be it."

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a character in “The Tribes of Imos”, as played by Riles

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A fragmented group that partly is fighting within itself.

Description

Vicnin Pherith
"Peace is necessity, if you oppose peace then war will be the tool of your destruction..." -General Vicnin Pherith

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Titles and Merits


Vicnin has been given the title of High General of the Water Tribe, how he achieved this status was through a large series of events. Firstly since the young age of 16 Vicnin served with the armies of the tribe; making a veteran of 20 years. In those 20 years of service Vicnin slowly but steadily rose in power gaining vast amounts of respect from his men and raising among the ranks quickly by age 20 becoming a high ranked officer. After many successful years of victorious campaigns and skirmishes against the fire tribe his men demanded that he be given the title he now poses. He now serves with 3 victorious campaigns under his belt and more than 30 successful raids. His name would be one any opposing general would fear...

Age: 36_____ Gender: Male _____ Position In tribe: General and Advisor_______ Tribe: Water________________________________

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Positive Traits

-Disciplined, in both body and mind he is disciplined meaning he never acts on impulse or the spur of the moment and always seems to be able to repress his emotions when it is appropriate.
-Patient, while others may be inpatient and impetuous he understands that waiting can be beneficial and that anything worthwhile or good takes time to manifest itself.
-Wise, he understands when and how to act and deal when situations arise and has unmatched judgment when compared to others.
-Cunning, Along with being wise he is incredibly crafty in both military and battle prowess and day to day situations to gain a typically unexpected advantage.
-Courageous, brave in the face of danger and not easily deterred by the idea of pain or danger.
-Tough, overall he is a very healthy and strong main, very tough most would say and able to resist pain to a good degree and rarely complaining about the negative things that happen.
-Innovative, He is willing to adapt and accept new technologies and ideas
-Patriotic and loyal, fiercely loyal to his people and to his country. He would do anything to keep these things safe.
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Negative Traits

-Intolerant, while he is wise and cunning he still hosts a great resentment towards the other tribes having an intense hate for the fire tribe.
-Inflexible, even though he is cunning disrupting his plans often leads him to confusion and disarray; this can ultimately ruin his plan if exploited effectively.
-Naïve, he is naïve in the fact that he upholds a highly valued code of honor and he expects others to do the same when in fact they normally will not do
-Severe, he shows very little mercy to his enemies giving them hard punishments for their transgressions, this nearly borderlines on cruelty and is ONLY towards enemies.
-Honor Bound, As mentioned his system of honor are something all people of the water tribe abide; while they do this none of the rest of the tribes do this and this often leads him to believe his enemies will hold themselves to his people codes of honor. This could be exploited at times.
-Passive, while he can be harsh and intolerant he is really a passive man even as far as a warrior goes he will often not result to violence unless he is forced.
-Vengeful, Normally he is peaceful but as mentioned if provoked he can become ones nightmare. He can hold a grudge and rarely forgets when he has been wronged often promising vengeance no matter how long it takes or the cost.

(Again just notable negative traits, there are many others that can occur or surface)
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Misc. Information

Sexual Preference: Hetero Sexual, he is tasked with producing and raising a young man who he knows can continue his bloodline

Likes: Swimming, Hunting, Meditation, Studying war, Honing his combat skills, Sailing, Rain, and Adventure.

Dislikes: The Fire Tribe, War, Sunny Days, Heat (as in summer days hot), and dishonor or slandering if his people.

Fears: Failing his nation, Dishonor, Being buried alive, His tribes downfall
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Biographical History

Vicnin was raised from his very birth to follow in the steps of his forefathers and become a great warrior. He was brutally trained in martial combat and the honing of his skills until the young age of 16; at which point he had already become a potent enemy and quite skilled for his age, some would have called him a prodigy. As was customary of his family he joined the warriors of his tribes in there campaigns against the other tribes. He flourished taking his already incredible combat skills further and quickly advancing in the ranks of his people. At age 20 he had become an officer and this forever changed his life... one year after his officer ship he lead his first campaign as an officer where he witnessed the atrocities of war first hand; the destruction of families, the deaths of hundreds, the destruction of entire village populaces. For the first time he saw past his pride and patriotism and saw what war caused for both his own men and his enemies... this caused him to look inward on himself, where he came to the realization that peace was the solution. He became obsessed with it concluding that peace would bring the Water tribe to a higher state of prosperity; so he isolated himself for 6 years in which he studied and meditated gaining vast amounts of knowledge and wisdom. He found peace within himself and became a brilliant leader as he went on to his next 2 campaigns victoriously he gained the unwavering loyalty of his men solidifying there absolute allegiance to only their General's will, making him a very powerful figure in Imos and more so within the Water tribe. As of late he has grown disconent with how the tribes progress is going/being lead and seeks to bring a change for the better to them, he concludes that peace will be achieved when either all the tribes put there differences aside or all lay burnt and broken under the rule of the water tribe.
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Personality

While his history and trait describe him pretty well basically Vicnin is a man who was raised tough as nails to be a warrior of grand proportions like his forefathers, he advanced quickly in the Water tribe army abut ultimately after years of war and watching struggles he realized that need for peace through Imos was top propriety. He realized that this would be done one of two ways convincing the tribes to come together and be at peace or by destroying them and uniting the broken lands under one nation. He will do whatever it takes for this though...
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Appearance

Hair Color: Dark brown almost ebony colored hair.
Eye Color: Eyes the hue of the very water he controls.

Tattoos/Markings: He has a multitude of runic/ancient symbols on his torso that all converge on the middle of his back; the tattoo in the middle of his back is an eye surrounded my crashing waves.

Weight: 198
Height: 5’11’’

Brief Appearance Description: Vicnin is a man who appears in his early to mid-30s on first glance. He has dark brown hair/ebony hair that is cut very close maybe half an inch or so appearing like a buzz cut almost. He has a rather muscular build but is much leaner making him much stronger than he really is. He has a thick 5’o clock shadow type facial hair and is often seen wearing his royal blue elaborate clothing and mantel, but more often than not he is seen in his Ornate and masterfully crafted Generals plate Mail; the armor is surprisingly light and he is still deceptively mobile in it.

Carrying: He always carries his favorite weapon which happens to be his battle axe, which happens to be made of a deceptively light-weight material that he can swing at incredible speeds. He also commonly carries a multitude of pouches filled with different tools and smaller

Authors Note: If you have any questions, concerns, or even any suggestions for me or on my character Vicnin here please don't hesitate to ask or state your opinion, criticism is appreciated as it allows me to fix Vicnan into a better character and makes him more enjoyable for others to play with.

So begins...

Vicnin Pherith's Story

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#, as written by Riles
(My apologies if i'm posting this in the wrong place as i'm new to this group and such, none the less the following takes place in the wilderness of Imos not far from Fire Tribe territory.)

General Vicnin Pherith stands hunched over a table in his tent that is bustling with activity; officers arguing among each other, and the sounds of maps and papers being tampered with are heard.Image After a few moments he sternly says "Silence!" immediately all the officers snap there attention to him and it becomes completely silent within the tent.
He clears his throat and opens his mouth to speak "You all know why we are here... there is an outpost not far from here that would be very beneficial for us to have as it will give us a foothold onto fire-tribe lands and will fortify our borders." He chuckles "Also should things escalate it will give the perfect staging point for further attacks. But I'm hoping it doesn't come to this of course."
He then gestures to a map as he starts to point out a multitude of areas of attack, troop movements, and things of this nature. After about thirty minutes he stops talking and the men around him all nods their heads in approval.
"We attack early, very early tomorrow. The outpost will be ours." Outside the sounds of weapons being sharpened, armor being repaired and up kept, and the sound of all the warriors screaming and talking among themselves can be heard.

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In the middle of the city, just by the tribe’s biggest house - the leader’s house, all the leaders live there while still ruling - sat Fi outside the vault. Or vault, it was a house where the tribe’s treasures were kept, things like gold, jewels, secret tunnels leading underground to the most secret things. The stones. Fi knew she guarded those stones but no one has ever told her why, they called them "The element stones" but there was only three of them. A blue, a brown and a deep red one.

Booring...

Fi looked up at the sky and yawned, it was nice weather today and here she was sitting all by herself with only a door and the scythe as company. She looked around at the people going around the square, looking at what the merchants had today, talking and having more fun than her. It was not like she was forbidden to talk with people while guarding. But she choose not to, she once nearly told a stranger about what she really was guarding. And since then she has only waved hi when people greeted her.

It was a peaceful day, some days where exhausting because people was bugging her about her job. Or just talking about how she should do more with her life than run around all day. Some days were a total chaos because someone had seen other tribes close by. When that happened she or someone else had to be inside that dark basement with the stones. She hated those days.

While she was playing around with the dust on the ground, making it fly around in circles one of the other guards came and smiled faintly. "Your shift is over, it's my time now."
Fi flew up from the chair, "Finally! Have fun." She smiled while grabbing her scythe and ran away as fast as she could.

Finally outside the village she exhaled, Free. She stretched her stiff body that was starting to hurt a little from sitting down for such a long time. No more chairs for today. She looked around at the forest surrounding her home smiling to herself, it was pretty. She ran a little further away from the village and then started climbing the highest tree she could see. It was a bit difficult because her body was still not that awake and she moved slowly. But she reached the top - or the highest place she could sit down at without breaking the branch, she looked out at the forest. The wind was swirling around her and tried to make her fall by pulling on her clothes. She looked down at the main road you traveled on to get to the village, Oh a person, oh... That's too bad, no white hair.

She closed her eyes and focused on dissolving herself, when she was completely gone or invisible she flew down from the branch and traveled along the road. When there was some space from her and the stranger she reappered with the scythe in hand smiling. "Well hello there stranger, may I ask why you are traveling on our land?"

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Raven was wide awakened before every other fire wielder in the city of Murtovaara had opened their eyes. Perhaps it was a nasty habit of her, lovingly crafted through the years she was forced to be alert of every enemy possible. The fire tribe stood alone, alone with pride. She knew that very well and understood. They can't afford to trust the others as they were of foreign blood, strangers so equal to enemies. It was the fire tribe who will stand above all, be prosperous and mighty. And she believed the leader will manage to bring the whole tribe forward. There just wasn't any other way.

Every morning the same ritual; refreshing herself, and shortly practice while going around the city, prospecting their surrounding for any possible dangers, irregularities, she had to check out. There were none at the current moment therefore her tensed body relaxed themselves, went down from the fighting mode to the normal. Here and there she talked with the guards, making them aware of their duties one more time as she visited the children in the heart of the city. They were the tribe's future after all, needed to be protected still. She loved to go there several times a day to see whether everything is alright or simply to play with the little kids. Only around them (and the leader) her expression showed variety of her always stern face. Her gaze softened for them, and showed how sincere she cared. It was possible that only due to this fact she wasn't feared, but also respected and trusted.

It was afterward when she came to the leader's place, announcing her leave from the city survey their safety outside of Murtovaara. The leader, or often referred to as The Undying Inferno, was the one she cared for the most. They were family, even thought not bind by blood. Their bond was even stronger than that, and both knew how irreplaceable they were to each other. Raven was, that morning, a little worried about the leader. He overworked a lot, and worried too much. She suggested a short break but he was too stubborn to allow himself one. Raven had then tolerated it and went to fulfil her duties first, but she kept it in the back of her head to force the workaholic to stop for once and drag him away from his desk to get at least some fresh air. Yes, that would definitely clear his head for awhile.

The forest was already alive that hour, rustling in the bush, birds chirped from afar and various scents and crawling animals tickled all her senses for their attention. Closing her eyes, she could feel the warmth of all living beings surround, but there was no sign of humans. Nonetheless, she continued to explore the forest, searching, and keenly observing.

She must have strolled surround the city of Murtovaara, a wide circle surround it because slowly, sweat was streaming down her face. Although she was far from tired, she sighted nothing of any relevance and wanted to turn and return as suddenly she heard loud voices of several unknown men and metallic sounds from weapons being sharpened. Her body whirled around in that instant and her muscle tensed while her body through habit pulled out both her dirks and clasped them hard. All her senses in its peak of sensitivity, detecting the heat of bodies of warriors she was unbeknownst about. Water clan?

Raven gritted her teeth fiercely; hatred was obvious displayed on all her body features. Not thinking any further, she went towards where she sensed the enemy and soon found the place, hidden in the wilderness but still easily detectable (at least, for her). Those emerald green eyes observed every single move with hasty gazes here and there, trying to figure the situation from afar. There were too many men; it was suicide if she decided to act alone. Coming to such conclusion she tried to withhold her temper and quietly backed down from her observation post.

She had to be quick.

Best thing to do in such situation was to gather men. Of course they were now in an advantage by knowing their presence not far away from them, still it didn't change much if they were clueless of their strategy. To gather men might also be their downfall; no, she had to attack them now, not in the village where more damage was certainly possible. Despite her excitement for certain seconds thinking of a surprise attack where she was known as specialist, a frown formed on her forehead. The skilled men who knew well to organize and pull off a successful ambush were currently away with the advisor, Nero, and she was clueless to whom she could trust for this emergency task.

Not long after she finished the thought, her heat senses cried havoc once more. For once one could see her flustered, clueless expression but soon it changed to unexpected glee. She knew to whom the heat belongs to; the movements were familiar to her. It was Talon, the secret group of the fire tribe, returning from their seemingly successful ambush as not many were injured and still embattled. She hesitated for moments, but knowing no other way she approached them without bothering to conceal her presence. "Nero Reinhardt." Raven addressed the advisor up front, like usual with his full name. "I see you're back after successfully finished the mission. Good work." She said after glancing at every single warrior and what they bought with them. "I am well aware that it is a rest you all now wish for, but I need your assistance for an emergency." Her serious gaze eventually rested on Nero only and then she finally spoke: "I spotted the Water Tribe not far from here. We need to act now to avoid any unnecessary bloodshed close to our tribe." Nevertheless, Nero was the advisor and Raven looked up to him despite his demeanour sometimes concerned her. That's why she waited for his word of agree or disagree before sending someone to inform the leader.

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Vicnin Pherith

Vicnin furiously slammed his fist into the table putting a large hole in it "They took out one of our supply line, no matter we have at least 3 others hidden much more effectively and closer to the homeland. Only a minor setback the attack will still go as planned..." His voice sounded not angry but had a very grim and almost terrifying calmness to it. "I wan't our other convoys better protected... Fortify the supply line with watch towers and man them with watch towers and give the caravans additional guards." A smirk started to form at the corners of his mouth. "Some men returned today saying there were ambushed by men in black armor... This is no doubt the Talons... send another convoy on the same road 5 wagons all packed with 15 soldiers.... make sure the Talons hear about the convoy..."

Vicnin proceeded to address his fellow officers, "despite the loss of that supply line we are in great shape to attack, we have more than enough supplies and those additional men in the caravan and other caravan guards will bolster out troops a great deal." He sets his hand on the handle of his Ax "It seems at this point victory is almost assured. Ready your men and prepare for the battle I don't expect much but be on your toes as the fire tribe is nefarious and tricky; it may be a small outpost and we will out number them greatly but they likely know we are here."

Vicnin is clad in his ornate armor at this time mantel blowing in the breeze as outside the tent It is almost done, no longer pitch black the sky just barely starting to get lighter appearing about 4am. The men sharpen the weapons and grab and equip there armor, there is an excited feeling full of energy through-out the camp. Officers grab there standards, and the sappers role out what appear to be 3 catapult like devices. It is clear a battle is on the horizon just within hours the tribe will be upon the outpost.

((ooc remeber to take into account that Vicnin at this point is one of the best if not the absolute best Imos has seen in a very long time, his name is often feared by a variety of generals who know they must face him. Not saying this discourage anyone just expect him to retaliate in a very reliant way to counter others actions.))

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Nero and the rest of Talon made their way through the land, all tired and quiet from their long time away from home. Nero had decided to hold off on reporting the success to Zeddicus for now, wishing his men to get their much deserved rest before having to see each others faces again for their next mission. Before he could continue that next thought, Raven, a person very important to his Leader, appeared before him and his men. She filled them in on a situation that was occurring nearby. Her urgency told Nero that few in the Fire Tribe knew what was going to transpire, a clever move by the Water Tribe. Attack something small, remote. Away from the eyes, but gain ground nonetheless. Nero looked at Raven, a weariness to his eyes as he scanned the area around them. He knew she wouldn't approach unless they were alone, but you could never be too careful. "Let's move off the beaten path, this is not a conversation to have in the open. Rourke, see what you can find out about this attack." Nero made a simple motion to his men, each dispersing into the wooded area, concealing themselves from sight. The one he addressed as Rourke took off into the woods, running in the direction of the outpost. Nero led Raven only a few feet, just enough to where they wouldn't be seen by the occasional traveler passing by. "Raven... you know we're not in the battle business. My weapon is the fact me and my men don't exist. At least, not in the grand scheme of this war. We are supposed to be ghosts. Not soldiers. I'm curious as to why you tell me this. Did we not know they were attacking?" The question was rhetorical, as they both knew the answer. Nero continued, "Only one man in the Water Tribe could get in without Zeddicus and Mazus knowing. Vicnin Pherith."

A few minutes passed as Nero contemplated what to do. Luckily, the Talon member, Rourke, reappeared. He stood close to Nero, relaying what he had learned in his scouting and then moved into the forest. Nero smirked, looking at Raven with more hope in his eyes than he had previously. "As I guessed, Pherith will be attacking in a few hours. The important bit of information Rourke gathered was that the supply line I attacked, Pherith is sending another convoy." Nero crossed his arms and sighed shaking his head at the words as he said them. "We destroyed that path. Its unusable. This wasn't for us. It was for his men. A clever ploy to make them believe everything was still under complete control. Sending a convoy down a road he can't use... he hopes to drive us back there, force us out of this area. Sacrificing ones own men... cold, but genius." Nero began pacing back and forth, trying to see the best way possible to proceed. Finally, it clicked, causing his smirk to return. "Raven, Head to the outpost and do what you can to get people evacuated. I would head there myself, but common soldiers don't understand my position or that of my men. We would likely be taken in chains if we showed up and starting barking orders." Nero made a small motion with his hand, his brothers exiting the woods and forming up behind him. "The outpost wasn't ours to begin with, so it is no great loss if it is returned to the Water Tribe. If the attack begins while you are still retreating, do not try to fight back. Zeddicus would kill me if he knew I suggested you go there. While you do that, I will report to Zeddicus, and let him know we need to fortify our outer stations. Do you agree to this plan?" Nero, clinched the hilt of his sword, wishing he could go fight, but understanding larger things were at stake than a simply outpost.

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Vicnin Pherith

An emissary would stand in a doorway being checked and questioned by guards for a moment, the emissary is clad in light iron plates that are made more for mobility than protection but the thing that stands out most is the standard that hangs loosely on a flagpole tied to his back. The standard bears one one corner the insignia of the water tribe and in the center it bears the personal insignia of General Vicnin Pherith; a hawk surrounded by crashing waves. After a few moments of talking to the guards he nods and stands before Galene, he immediately bows before her only muttering the words "Mistress..." He looks up after a few moments of doing this.

"My Mistress, our grand General Vicnin Pherith soon expects to return from his campaign in what we all believe will be a grand victory for the Water tribe. He wishes for you to know that he advanced back in to Fire tribe lands gaining vast qualities of land that had been lost in previous engagements. None the less he also said when he returns victorious he wishes to speak with you in private as something has been troubling him as of late."

The Emissary bows once more and stands arms over his chest a common salute of the water tribe; he is awaiting a message to return to his general or to be dismissed to return to duty.

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After returning from her swim and looking at her private papers, she looked up surprised that the Emissary from the general was presented. She listened to him and slightly smiled, "Please inform the general that I am happy to hear about the success of his campaign, and will be looking forward to his return. Also, tell him anything he has to discuss with me in private will be listened to with an eager ear."

"Safe waters on your return to your general." She was dismissing him, and sending him on his way. After his exit, she sat in thought for awhile, until she was interrupted again, this time by her own personal guard. "You have something on your mind Pontus, go ahead and say it."

"The general's emissary, the council won't be happy he reported to you," She turned and looked at him, "and they have been happy with me lately otherwise." He shook his head in response. She smiles slightly at the blond-haired, blue-eyed man standing there, "Its been awhile since the general has been in Lakeshore, should prove for some interesting times."

The man didn't change his expression, and Galene frowned slightly, "something else happened."

"There were some men that came in, they said the caravans were attacked by raiders," Pontus answered her and looked away. "How many does that make...tell them to find another route, I don't care if it takes longer, I need those caravans to actually get to Lakeshore, we are losing men, but I can't confine them in here." Galene knew there were spies within her camp, it just seemed every time she changed the route, it wouldn't take long before it was attacked again.

"Wait, I got another idea," she was going to launch a plan to get rid of her spies and hopefully mess up the enemy. These raiders were a little to smart for the common bunch of ruffians that usually would be attacking just for food and maybe weapons. Pontus leaned in as she whispered her plan to him. He was about the only one she trusted at the moment.

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Of course, Raven knew just too well. By the advisor's words, she averted her eyes from his and bit her lips so that her selfish words wouldn't find its way out. Not the desire to face the enemy was there hidden, but her concern about the leader. She knew he'll accuse and blame himself for the necessary loss despite knowing there was no other way. Yes, for Raven and most definitely for the leader too it'll be seen as loss, not considering it wasn't their territory to begin with. It didn't matter. It was still a loss and she didn't like the thought the slightest. Yet she couldn't say anything against the plan suggested hearing the name Vicnin Pherith, who was suppose to be behind everything, mentioned. She gritted her teeth. "Fine." It finally came out of her mouth unwillingly. She knew their position too well as she was among the few who knew about Talon's existence. Still she just couldn't accept the fact that the smartest choice was to retreat, leaving the various disadvantages disregarded. "I'll go along with it. Tell the leader it was through my own will and that I bear all consequences." Her glance wandered to Nero again, displaying her anger. "Therefore I can't completely guarantee I won't fight back." She uttered then stubbornly before politely she excused herself and disappeared from their sight.

Not for nothing Raven was known as the fastest around in the fire tribe. It wasn't long until she reached the outpost and soon began with the evacuation process. Informing those in charge, they determined the quickest and best route to get to the next safe base and gathered the men to get them all help out especially the old and the young. At first it was panic that Raven saw in every single face, but she was able to assure them their safety in a way it was believable. Yet there were warriors set to stay and defend the outpost for better or for worse and that raised Raven's mood a tad bit. She was proud to see the flaming spirit of the young sprouts, but either way she told them off. She knew, they were needed in the future, and here they would only be meaningless sacrifice. She realised that she had been immature with the advisor before, but of course wouldn't admit it. Hours it took for the evacuation process to reach the point where every single fire wielder had left the outpost and only had the strongest out of the bunch still there. Not to try defending the outpost, rather it was to play for time. From what Raven heard, the Water tribe will arrive soon enough while the evacuation process was still to be completed. "You all, go." Raven eventually said after she reduced almost all supplies in the outpost to ashes. As she received several complains, her heat sense cried havoc and alerted her of the water tribe's troop approaching. It was too late to send them away now, as the four men with her seemed to be as tense as her. She inhaled and exhaled, to calm her own nerves down before turning to them. “Remember, we’re not here to fight. Try to win time.” With those words, she awaited them.

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Vicnin Pherith

The air was silent around the outpost, you could easily hear a sword drop to the ground. It was the silence that was always evident before an attack by General Vicnin; and likely the silence that came from the outpost came from the inevitability that they likely wouldn't win this confrontation...

A grim smile made itself evident at the corners of Vicnin's lips, the outpost ran directly next to a river... the catalyst of water tribe power. He knew they had an advantage and that all the factors tilted in his favor. The homeland advantage, the numbers, and the warriors at his command. Plus if this wasn't bad enough Vicnin had an ace up his sleeve; little to the fire tribe's knowledge there was a passage used for ages to enter and exit this very outpost. Large enough to fit 3 men shoulders length apart, Vicnin had sent a detachment of 50 of his best warriors down the path to ambush the enemy from within once the siege started. The defeat of the fire tribe was unavoidable as they would be hit from both the exterior and interior. Allowing for a quick and east victory.

Vicnin looked sharply to his left, there sat the sappers tampering with the catapults ready to fire at a moments notice. He couldn't help but notice the finer details such as the slick metal shine of the catapults and the large rocks that were there ammunition. After a few more moments of this he looked to his right; here there were at least 250 men out of his 300. All the men were equipped with light iron plates customary of the fire tribe, they provided protection and versatility; they also all had there weapons of choice with them hundreds of swords and a few axes all glinted in the sun causing an awe inspiring sight.

Vicnin looked back to the large outpost its stone walls running at a half-circle towards him and his men. These walls connected to on both sides a series of small mountain formations making it a very key defense position to fire the tribe as it protected there border from the fire tribe with ease. Along one mountains base runs the river mentioned earlier it has for centuries given an added bonus to its defenders as it always gave the water tribe the advantage of being close to there power...

But these were all little things, the the little things that made the differences that vicnin noticed, his head slowly turned to the Outpost once more and he looked at the walls which appeared to be garrisoned with men. He couldn't help but feel bad for them knowing that this war could all be averted but the fire tribes nature wouldn't allow for such things. He then cleared all these thoughts from his head as he knew it was time to attack.

He raised his hand up balled in a fist, as he did this all of his men sheathed there swords and axes and drew there bows almost in an instant they all knocked there arrows awaiting what was to come next. Vicnin took in a deep breath and dropped his hand down yelling in a calm and composed voice "Fire!". At once thetwang of 250 bows could be heard making an almost beautiful noise...

(sorry this was such a long post, I just felt we really needed something to give the feeling of war. Hope I did well.
ps: have raven respond however then I will respond right back)

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Vicnin sat back leaning back on his horse as the bows slammed into warriors on the wall, many of them were smart enough to take cover but a few were disabled or killed from the volley. He head the archers bombard the fort with volley after volley more to cause fear to the garrisoned fighters than to harm them. After a few minutes of this he stopped the volleys and had his men march roughly 50 meters up and had them line up. The Fire Tribe warriors started to send volleys of their own, rows upon rows of fiery projectiles.

The Water Tribe men threw up a thick wall of water as the balls hit and vanished with vast amounts of steam. Vicnin smiled as this created a dense fog covering his troops, he rode up behind his men and ordered them to retaliate which they did. The Warriors all flung bolts of water at speeds that slightly would surpass an arrow. As the bolts hit the force behind them would vary, some would penetrate the men's armor ripping penetrating the skin and leaving holes in them before falling to the ground; if the bolts did not penetrate they would easily throw the men from the wall.

As the fog dissipated more men lay dead on the wall as the superior tactics of the Water tribe left them with only a few injured and burnt men. He kept the thick water wall up as his troops advanced forward until they had reached the gate, at which point roughly ten men in unison made a large ball of water and and used their combined force to launch the massive ball upon the gate causing the metal to bend and warp until it finally blew open and his men rushed in.

After hours of fighting both sides had casualties but the large Water Tribe army outnumbered them heavily and to make things worse 50 men burst from the keep using the underground tunnels, they men immediately joined the fray. At this point nearly all the Fire warriors had been either captured, subdued, or killed. All that remained was a woman and 4 of her best warriors it appeared. They 5 had easily killed nearly 30 men as they rushed and tried to take the small group. Vicnin saw this and ordered his men to stay back and to form up, they did this many pulled their bows out aiming at them some gathering water to prepare to use their power.

Vicnin leaned back in his saddle once more he cleared his throat as he said "A valiant defense, yet foolhardy... what is your name?" He spoke to the woman who seemed to be an officer or someone of higher ranking by the looks of it. "Raven" she said as she looked ready hands full of fire ready to be used should more men rush her. Vicnin nodded "Well Raven, I recommend that you surrender" his gaze shifted to the men around him before setting themselves on her again. "You can not win this fight and i'm sure you do not wish to die..."

She thought about this for a moment and looked around her, she realized that taking on this army would be suicide so she begrudgingly said "Fine... I surrender..." Vicnin nodded "Smart girl take escort her down to the prison" His men took hold of her and escorted her down. Vicnin got off his horse and walked towards the 4 men slowly back and forth in front of them. "Now then" He quickly pulled a dagger from each of his boots and stabbed them into the two nearest men's necks, as they feel to the ground dying he picked one man and slammed him to the ground his hand around his throat. He looked to him for a moment and shook his head as he started to use one of the best abilities in his arsenal... he started to siphon the water from the mans body, a few moments of this the man started to look gaunt and sickly, Vicnin stood up now and walked to the last man.

He sighed as he picked the man up buy his shirt and pulled him close whispering "I will let you live this day... go and tell your superiors to stay out of our lands or they will face the wrath of and the full might of the Water Tribe. Tell them what you have seen". He released the man gently. Now leave before I change my mind" His voice sounded fearfully calm and monotone. Vicnin looked around the fort he had lost roughly 70 men, this wasn't a great loss when compared to his enemy. Yet he couldn't help but feel bad again not that he had slaughtered the men but the fact that he lost his some of his own people to the tribe he hated most. In his heart Vicnin hoped the Fire Tribe would no longer encroach on their lands with the cryptic message the surviving man we give.

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Nero clicked his tongue as he gazed upon the loss of the outpost from the forests him and hiss men had grown accustomed to navigating. He did not arrive in time to watch the whole situation unfold, but he could only surmise that Raven tried to fight, rather than run. He half expected it to be honest, which is why he came to see it for himself. As he went to lead his men back to Murtovaara, his eyes caught a glimpse of a man fleeing the outpost, a man from the Fire Tribe based on his garb. "Do you think he got away?" one of Talon asked. Nero smirked and turned to his subordinate. "That man carries a message, one that will do little to stem the tide of war that is approaching. With the loss of Raven, Zeddicus will begin to fight this war in earnest." Nero took a heavy breath as he turned away from his men and looked deep into the heart of the forest. "This man, Pherith... he does not know who he has in his possession. We can use this to our advantage." The members of Talon were confused, unsure of what their Captain meant with such words. "We will return to Murtovaara, behind this survivor. I will convince Zeddicus that we need an alliance with the Earth Tribe to finally put an end to the Water Tribe. As for this? We were never here. Understood?" His men simply nodded, all loyal to their Captain and willing to trust in his judgment. But, Nero was telling them only half his truth. If an alliance can be established with the Earth Tribe, that would leave the Air Tribe as the odd one out. This was just the first step of something he had been working on for months. Thanks to the capture of Raven, he was now able to accelerate his time frame by weeks, if not more.

Nero motioned for his men to follow him, the group disappearing into the trees. After a few hours of moving, they found themselves at their headquarters, which was really just a small living quarters in the wooded area outside Murtovaara. It was where they ate and slept, away from the eyes of the common people. Nero changed into civilian clothes, his men chosing to fall into their beds. It had been quite a few days since any of them slept and, because of the attack on the outpost, their rest had been delayed even longer. Once he was ready, Nero made his way out of the woods and started to make his way toward the Capital. His timing could not have been better, the survivor from the outpost finally arriving at Murtovaara. He had been picked up by a contingent of soldiers, and was now likely being taken to Zeddicus. Nero waited for them to enter the gates before entering himself. He kept a decent distance behind them, making sure he did not arrive before they did. He did not want Zeddicus to know he was at the outpost himself, and he also didn't want to talk to him before he knew of Raven's capture. The survivor eventually found his way to the seat of Zeddicus' power, Nero finding a sturdy column to lean on while he waited. He decided he would give it ten to fifteen minutes before entering, deeming that to be adequate enough time for Zeddicus to hear the news and cope with the events that had unfolded.

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"There is no power without pain."



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"M-my lord, I bear ur-urgent news," the survivor voice stammered with shakiness; fearful of the position his life would be wrapped into in just the next very moments. The soldier first knew no one interrupted Zeddicus when he was not officially available but a report of so important could not be delayed.

"Are you blind soldier? I busy...," the Undying Inferno snarled as his words struggled to slipped through his teeth that acted as barriers in front of his tongue. Zeddicus proceeded to strangle the guard he was wrestling as he squirm among the dirt aggressively.

"U-Undying Inferno, sir, its about an o- outpost near Murtovaara. The Water Tribe-- the famous General Vicnin Pherith ambushed us, s-sir."

Zeddicus whispered into his wrestling opponent's ear, "We'll continue this later."
Respectively, the guard gave his lord a hand when helping him to his feet, though Zeddicus was in no real help of getting up. The man bowed to the leader of the fire tribe before exited the area. After the fight lord was not rather sore for he has been active in numerous brawls though blood leaked from his nostrils and rolled down the cracked lips of his. Sweat sprawled against his flesh and the strains of flowing black hair found their way loosely from the pony-tail strap.

Quietly with his back not facing the solider who managed to escape the terror of the outpost ambush, Zeddicus murmured emotionless, "But... you're standing there... How?"

"The g-general, he um.... He spared me, told me to inform my superiors of the disaster."

"So, you just watched your fellow soldiers... die? And then proceeded to obey him by reporting to me?"

"Y-you... you are correct, my lord."

The outside filled with unbearable silence for approximately four minutes before the soldier decided that he could no longer hold in the news about Raven. "There is one more thing, s-sir," the survivor claimed taking a few steps back.

Zeddicus couldn't find one way deep inside of him to store the anger which he now felt existed. He was not furious that the soldier could not keep the outpost under fire tribe control, because that was not his fault it was an ambush. Though the soldier did not die with honor, he fled like a coward and literally obeyed the water tribe. Suddenly Zeddicus charged at the soldier, lifting him by his neck with both hands digging fingernails into skin, pressing down on the trachea as his the palm of his hand started heated up.

"What! What more can it be!" Zeddicus bellowed savagely. "Put on the uniform of the fire tribe and you take the sacrifices of a soldier! The code stated you sacrifice anything but your honor! Take away your honor and I shall take away your life!"

The Undying Inferno hurled the man forcefully to the ground as if he were a toy. The lord sprinted to the troop yanking the armor piece that guarded the collar bone to pull the soldier forward facing him. The way a hidden blade descend from an assassin was the way Zeddicus flame sparked however it danced a few centimeters away from the accused survivor.

For Zeddicus stopped from turning him into a pile ashes as soon as he croaked sickly with his pale face and hazel eyes revealing ha his body appeared to be near death, "Raven she--."

The last breath from the man escaped him while his head hung motionlessly.

"Raven?! What about her!" Zeddicus screamed thrashing the corpse back and forth.
"Don't tell me... Did you watch her die also! Ugh, you bastard! Wake up! Tell me what happened! TELL ME!"

Every sentence after the word 'also' he began beating the dead man's face with the strength of fist, wishing that he would
finish his sentence; waiting for Raven to swoop in and stop him from his own insanity.

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Nero could hear what was occurring within, coming to the realization that Zeddicus was taking the news even harder than he had anticipated. Nero stealthily entered Zeddicus' place of power, sneaking by the guards who were avoiding the sounds of what sounded like a slaughter coming from behind them. Nero entered the room, only to see Zeddicus standing over the man's corpse, his hands blooded and his face red with anger. Nero walked to a point about five paces away from Zeddiccus, taking a knee and bending his head town. "My lord, I have come to report that Talon has successfully disabled the Water Tribe supply route. Should they send more convoys that way, they will find it unable to pass through." Nero raised his head. He did not know how to deal with Zeddicus' anger, nor how to calm the man down. Him and his men were but a tool for the Leader of Murtovaara, and could not offer anything but their blade and a direction to swing it. "I also bring news that an outpost has fallen, but it looks like I am not the first one to tell you. My sources within The Water Tribe also tell me that Raven has been captured by the one known as Vicnin Pherith, a highly talented general of Lakeshore."

There was no reason to doubt Nero's words. If anyone knew just how far Talon reached beneath the surface, it was the person they answered directly to. "Based on what I could gather, Her identity remains intact. The Water seems to only know that she is a high ranking member within our military." Nero was careful not to say anything that might reveal he had been at the scene himself. Even if Nero sent Raven to the outpost to evacuate people and not to fight, he didn't know how The Undying Inferno would react to this knowledge.

"My Lord, I propose an alliance. As you well know, The Earth Tribe has declared war against The Water Tribe. However, Toa Maunga, is still indecisive. Thus, he has not started any major action against The Water Tribe. I suggest you send me as an enovy to Shadowfen. I will not go there as the Captain of Talon, but merely a diplomat. I will convince Maunga to side with us, and if he doesn't... I will make it to where he has no choice." At this point Nero stood up, but still kept his body slightly tilted to show respect for his Leader. "While I am away securing this alliance, My Lord and Mazus can discern how we will go about rescuing Raven. If need be we might be able to use the Earth Tribe to rescue her. What do you day to this, My Lord? As always, I will carry out thy command."

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An emissary again presented himself before Galene the personal banner of Vicnin being carried on his back. He bow before the woman staying silent for a moment; a show of discipline and respect by Vicnin's men. He was given permission to speak as he stood stiffly "Mistress our Grand General Vicnin has finished his campaign victorious, he has driven out the remaining fire tribe warriors and even reclaimed lost territories all around our lands. The general would like you to know that he will be returning within the next few days."

The messenger stood listening for any message that she would have him send back to his leader, he then bowed one last time and saluted as he turned and left the room taking whatever message. The messenger would then proceed to look around the city and see what the situation within the city was he observed and took mental notes until finally the messenger decided it was time to return to his commander and tell to him what he had observed.

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The emissary was a welcomed sight as her other plan had been put on hold when no attack came from anyone within the fire tribe. "Thank you for the news," was the only she said in reply. Something was troubling her that night, maybe it had been a bad dream or just a feeling. "I again wish the general a safe return, and welcome any news he may bring to Lakeshore."

Galene dismissed him without really saying anything else. With the general's return there was sure to be a celebration of some sort, and many of the other council members were to try to win him over. She looked out of the back of her hut to the sea, so what was troubling her. She couldn't dismiss the feeling. She tried very hard to focus on what she needed to do in the days to come.

The general's emissary would surely see the trouble brewing underneath the words of kindness and welcome. No one ever meant what they said anymore in Lakeshore, and no one would seem outright in their animosity, it just boiled underneath the skin. No other leader had this much trouble within their tribe, and sometimes Galene wondered if there was worth to fighting it so hard. Letting the council rule would surely be the end to the water tribe, they would want to show strength, power and outright stupidity. Her father let that happen, and he had a new enemy because of it, and as often as she wondered what to do to fix it, she knew the time was past to make amends. She was lost...and she knew the only way to survive was to have an ally in this war.

Pontus entered a moment later, "the new supply line seemed to have gone unnoticed, yet it didn't really work in revealing any of your enemies within the tribe."

"The General will return in a few days Pontus, make sure that he is welcomed by everyone." Pontus looked at her for a second, "you sound like you are not going to be here." Galene turned and looked at her guard, "No, I will be here, but all the preparations should be made before you leave."

"So...I won't be here," he said, "and in which direction should I be heading in." Galene didn't answer him for a moment, not really sure how to answer him. "May the goddess bless your footsteps to open water," she was being vague for a reason. She needed eyes and ears out in the mess of things, and he was the only one she trusted with the job.

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Vicnin was a mere one day away at this point when he intercepted his emissary on the road. He heard the news with great interest at his camp this night and stood hands behind his back pacing back and forth. "It brings me joy to hear Galene is fine and well, but what did you observe f the cities condition..." He looked with an eyebrow peaked in interest.

The messenger stood for a moment collecting his thoughts and spoke nervously. "Well from what I can tell oh great general, the city had this aura of peace and kindness and they made me feel quite welcomed...but i felt this deep set malice and feelings of secrecy. I heard other speak of me behind my back, and of other topic such as your recent victory. But most of all the council seems to be the worse thing i'd observed..." The emissary went on to talk more but Vicnin held his hand up. "This is more than enough Information."
The emissary bowed and left the tent seeing he was no longer needed.

Vicnin sat alone his tent now thinking heavily muttering only to himself. "The damned council... they have been nothing but trouble since their founding. Why did Galene's predecessor even want them established in the first place i'll never know." He stood up once again. "Even so the council holds no power over me and if they think they do they have another thing coming..." He sat in his bed and prepared to rest as he would soon be back at his home in Lakeshore.

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A steady breeze filled the air, causing standards and cloaks to flutter in it as Vicnin looked down at the stunning capital of his people. A large city with many waterways and bridges; full of merchants and craftsmen. Vicnin smiled for the first time in quite a while, for he was home and he knew it. He sat looking in awe at the place eyes shifting from the cities waterways and streets until they sat gazing upon the palace until he was finally woken from his daydream by a scout returning.

"Man general, they townspeople are anticipating your arrival, from what we can tell the city is more than safe and has prepared a festival of sorts for there returning hero." The scout explained as he seemed cheerful and smiled. At this news the scout observed as the general had him and his men enter the city...

The streets of the city were covered in bright colored lights and a variety of decorations, everybody in the city seemed to have closed shop and joined in on the celebration. Music played and a large quantity of dancing, cheering and other various activities were going on. Vicnin looked to the crowd and smiled he was home and his people were showing the happiness and praise for his victories for the tribe. He walked up the main road towards the palace where he would no doubt have to report to the council. This ruined his mood on slightly as he waved and held up his banner as he proceeded towards the palace.

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The general stood before the entirety of the council and stood with his hands behind his back as he cleared his throat and prepared to speak. He couldn't help but notice Galene as he stopped speaking then shook his head and began to speak once more. "I have returned from the Fire tribe borders and come before you to report... I have successfully pushed the fire tribe from our lands. They were somehow able to infiltrate our borders which makes me think they were somehow feed this information on how to do this or they have an informant...none the less I've pushed them back beyond there own borders and have even secured one of our old forts giving us a defensive foothold into there territories." The general sat waiting expectantly for a response now.

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Galene watched the city welcome back its general, a smirk playing on her lips. The celebration would last for days, but only to hid the fact that still underneath its banners and ribbons, plots were still being hatched and plans were still being made. Throughout the city, men were being welcomed by their families, embraces were aplenty. Children were waving furiously at their fathers as they walked by, some perhaps seeing them for the first time.

Galene sat in her seat during the General report to the council, a momentarily hum of approval went up after he was finished. A voice called out from the right, "Well, so what shall we reward the conquering hero with," that nasally voice, one that grated on Galene's nerves was the one she most expected. The figure stepped forward, tall, long dark hair, eyes that looked like the sea after a storm. A flawless complexion that made one wonder if the person ever went out in the sun, he didn't even look in her direction as he stared at the general in front of him. A frown appeared on her lips as he continued, "Its not as if he came back with the Inferno's head, in fact with such assaults he most likely endangered us even more." From the right nods were being exchanged as well as whispers.

Galene looked at the man she considered the worst of her enemies, or at least the most annoying. Her lips opened to say something and she was interrupted by a voice to the left. "Master Yama," the man that stood, "you are not justified in speaking as such, we should be celebrating the general's return and not insulting him." Well at least, someone spoke somewhat reasonably inside the council chambers. Master Yama looked at the old man who spoke, his eyes narrowing slightly as now he glanced in Galene's direction. She didn't give him any justification in his thoughts by looking away, so he turned and walked back to his seat.

The old man turned to Vicnin, "General, on behalf of the council, I welcome you back, and apologize for any insult we have offered you. I am Proteus," he was just offering a name in case the other had forgotten, "I, on behalf of our leader, hope to offer a cup of friendship, and a toast to you and your men."

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The general nodded at Proteus. "Thank you for your ... inviting welcome" His eyes shifted slowly towards the man who insulted him across the room then his gaze went back to Proteus. He spoke in a tone that was meant to be happy but one could sense an uncertain of discontent "A toast to victory, and for the tribe." He raised his glass to toast. "May we be blessed with many more victories and be prosperous in our coming days"

After Vicnin had said his toast he dismissed everyone to do as they pleased. The event atmosphere in the council hall had become a bit less formal and seemed a slightly less tense. The council hall had been setup and decorated for Vicnin's return; there were food and drink for all those in attendance and music for their amusement. The men at the party started to drink and talk amongst themselves overall the seemed to be having a good enough time. Yet vicnin could feel the tension building under the guise of hospitality and welcome. He wouldn't be able to enjoy himself this evening, while he was happy to be home he now had matters to deal with here in Lakeshore.

Vicnin sat surrounded by two or three councilors looking to make it on his good side one of them being Proteus and the other two unknown. They talked to him over various matters concerning the city and political status of the water tribe rules and regulations; things that held little interest with the general personally. In truth he knew they wanted something as they knew that Vicnin was an immensely powerful ally to have in the tribe seeing as every warrior in the tribe would follow his every single command on the whim.

In order not to be rude Vicnin pretended to listen to the mens ploys but in truth he was paying very little attention only muttering the occasional "I see." Or "Yes. I understand where your coming from." In Truth his focus was on Galene at this moment as he was the only person in this room he had even a shred of respect for. He turned to the men and did a slight bow "Im sorry friends, but I have pressing matters to attend to" He walked over to Galene and bowed once more. "It is good to see you Galene" He stood up straight once more. "Whenever you get the chance I am sure you have been told by my messengers that i wish to see speak to you in private" he looked around at the councilmen for a few moments waiting for an answer.

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Galene watched the proceedings with a wary eye, as the General stood and bid the others goodnight, she watched him approach her. No change in expression led to what his words really were, "Yes," she answered and stood, "Gentleman, I bid you goodnight." She turned to the general again, "I am in need of an escort, will you offer me your arm sir." She hinted a smile on her lips, she had the need to be away from the crowd in the tent. The celebration outside had died down slightly, and a nice breeze had picked up over the waters.

As they exited, she sighed softly, hoping he didn't hear it, they were passed by a few drunken revelers, "Waters bless milady and General," one of them slurred slightly. She sort of smiled in the direction of the party goers. They seemed carefree as they continued walking in the opposite directions.

"I am sorry for the welcome in the council tent that you received, you did not deserve that," she finally said the words she had been thinking since the moment that arrogant bastard opened up his mouth, "and that I could not defend you, things are not well here in Lakeshore, I wish I could tell you differently." She did not know what his plans were, perhaps she would suggest just taking his men and leaving again. Yet where to tell him to go, she needed to know what he knew about the fire tribes movements, or at least anything that would be helpful. She had no plans for more attacks, yet she would love to pay them back for the trade route. As of no further attacks had taken place, so she was wondering if it had been just a one time thing.

At least Proteus had her side in the slightest way, she could trust him to keep the council in line most of the time, of course he had been there since her father came to power. She moved aside her tent opening and led him inside. "Please sit if you like," she motioned to the cushions on the floor. She pushed open the back curtain, so the breeze would pass through the room.