Introduction
Ask anyone in the Kingdom, and they probably can't remember a time when King Vorroth hadn't ruled over Asmerin. There's speculation, sure. He got the crown by murdering his uncle; he cast his dark magic on the true king, who to this day is living as a poor fisherman on the coast; he's not even human, but a member of an evil and ancient race that had witnessed the creation of the Heavens themselves; there's as many stories as there are people who have been conquered by his frighteningly efficient and ruthless armies.
So of course there has to be rebels. Small, often disorganized bands of the poorest who style themselves "heroes" of one breed or another. Their tactics have ranged from cloak-and-dagger assassination plots, to outright peasant revolts, to far-flung hunts after mystic artifacts of dubious existence. Not one has yet succeeded.
And so things stand in the Kingdom. "The Lemon," as Vorroth is often called on the rare occasions that the speaker feels safe enough to reference the abundant citrus trees of the region, is still very much in power.
He currently owes most of it to Eldge Soble.
He is the sellsword leader of a special unit of Vorroth's army, jokingly called the "Lemon Seeds" by its fifty-odd members, and unknown to almost everyone else. One part mercenary troupe, one part town watch, and the rest a various mix of counter-assassin, trapper, spy, and even privateer, they're tasked with destroying insurgency as it forms. And not just the groups, but more importantly the charismatic figureheads that always find themselves attached to the front. Because if you destroy the people's popular hero, they will lose heart.
So are you ready to work for the Lemon?
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All they had were a few choice words Amelia was able to catch for information. Having the man escape though meant that the information might end up invalid; the man possibly reporting to his group 'Condor' about tonight's bust. And even if it was still valid, Amelia and Marie wasn't able to capture the man for clear and concise information.
As Amelia walked back with Marie through the cold and damp streets she couldnโt help but voicing her concerns. โTarn is going to kill us. Then the commander. Then Tarn again.โ
Ameliaโs shoulders slumped heavily. "We're dead."
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"It twasn't that bad, though. I c'n still get a few nibblin's off th' bolt. Tell Tarn that we c'n still salvage th' whole thing. I'll go wiv ya...fer moral support." She sighed and shook her head. 'Moral support. What kinda partner am I? I'll take th' blame fer her, seein as how I don' report ta Tarn anyways.'
When they rounded the corner and approached the group, Marie put her arm out to stop Amelia. "I'll handle this," she whispered. Tarn looked at the two impatiently, so she quickly approached him and started explaining the situation. His expression went from bad to worse when she mentioned the man getting away, and from worse to horrible when she tried to explain that she could fix the situation. Marie could tell why Amelia was afraid of this man, but she kept a cool head.
If he tried to do anything but verbally reprimand her, she was prepared to...defend herself. She certainly knew how, and wouldn't have a problem with just one man. His teammates, however, might be a problem. She was still worn out from the fight earlier, and she knew Amelia would be forced to join in if it came to blows...on the other side. It would be suicide to attack one's commanding officer.
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"Stupid, stupid. You couldn't have killed him while you had the chance? What, exactly, had I told you, hmm? The longer someone like that is left alive, subdued or no, the better cance he has of gettting away from you. Never fails." Tarn began pacing, turning sharply in the small confines below the overhang. His breathing was ragged, punctuated by sharp intakes and quick coughs.
"Now, what do you really think you could-"
"Tarn, you must come quick! 'Arry's run into a spot of trouble!" Lake was back, and it seemed that he'd saved Marie from anything more than that single blow. Tarn had just been getting started.
Tarn didn't even so much as glance Lake's way. He faced the other soldiers. "Get going." He clapped his han together twice, and started at a fast trot in the direction Lake had come from.
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When Tarn gave them new orders and walked away Amelia lightly tugged upon Marieโs wrist. She whispered a small โIโm sorry.โ with a silent promise sheโd pay her back for this later. With a slight apologetic nod Amelia then started dashing towards the commotion in a hurry.
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Marie was just about to jab him in the throat, cobra style, when Amelia softly grabbed her arm. All of the sudden the whole world came rushing back to her, and she heard a soft "I'm sorry", and then the girl was gone. For a moment, Marie simply watched her retreating form.Then she looked at her wrist. The sensation of her hand was still there. A small smile broke out on her face, which evolved into a large grin. She scampered up the drainpipe and followed the group. Luckily, her cloak was the same color as the roof tiles, so she was pretty much invisible.
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"I may have water running down my neck, but I'm not wet behind the ears! I can take you on!" He laughed strongly and loudly; this was unmistakably Harry Shildin. His eye caught Tarn's. "And here comes the cavalry, the waterlogged cavalry, seahorses! We've got seahorses come to help us, whoo hoo hoo!"
The peasants were fighting as only the desperate could. Three of them turned around at Shildin's acknowledgement and tried to attack Tarn just as he had rushed in to hit them from behind. One of them managed to block Tarn's initial swipe; another caught him in the side. Though Tarn's armor saved him, that would surely leave a bruise.
Lake looked on wide-eyed. "I'll get Soble sir!" Then he ran off.
Amelia, Shannon, and Hauclir were just yards away from the fight. Marie had a good vantage point from up on the rooftops, though the time spent climbing put her slightly behind the rest.
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When he saw the fight, he was at first rather annoyed. This was quickly turning into a patrol he probably should've skipped. Then the big guy with the axes called him a sea horse. In the back of his mind he knew that the man probably had no idea who he was, but at the front of it a furnace of rage opened up. He slung the small bolt thrower from his shoulder and began to ready it to fire. He levered the arms into position, locked the trigger mechanism in place, and then attached the arming lever. The whole thing had taken a couple of minutes to set up, and then it took him another minute or so to complete the twenty ratchets needed to pull the cord back and fit the bolt. But the result was worth it.
Grinning, he shouted back to the man "Everybody knows a Corsair's a sea bird, 'cos we fly fast...and 'cos we have talons." And with a wicked wink he braced himself and pulled the trigger. The bolt thrower bucked, rocking him back, and the bolt flew through the air almost faster than the eye could follow. It narrowly missed the brawl Tarn was caught up in, and then the two foot long iron tipped projectile hit the peasant he had aimed at. The impact lasted less than a second, with the man's head bursting like a watermelon. It then kept on going, impaling itself through the foot of another peasant, pinning him to the floor. Not bad for the first shot of the day he thought to himself, as he began the process of reloading the weapon...
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"Ah...Strong batch. Good. I'll need th' boost." Marie quickly wiped excess water off her mask and whistled shrilly. A few peasants turned and looked at her, then eachother, and then charged. Marie simply laughed and spun in a circle.
At the end of her spin she whipped her arm over head, and then sharply to the left. The chain uncoiled from under her feet and leaped through the air. The heavy weight smashed into the lead man's face, caving it in and spraying blood everywhere, and then her left yank sent it flying into the second man. He tripped and impaled himself through the ribcage on his own sword, which made Marie giggle a bit. The final guy slowed to a stop and looked at his dead friends in shock. Marie started making big windmill sweeps, causing the chain to form two big circles on each side of her and sparks to leap high from where it made contact with the ground.
'No quarter is given, No mercy to be found! Cast in the name of gold, ye greedy, and prepare to dine a banquet in Hell!' The man trembled and shook as she yelled at him. She had gotten close enough that he could see her mask, but in his terrified state he thought it was her real face, and that she was Death come for him.
'No! No you can't take me!!' the peasant shouted. He was going to say something else, but the chain burst his throat, sending his head high in the air.
"Well, that's three off their backs. I'll take care of any stragglers, but they seem to have a handle on it," Marie mused to herself.
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Tarn had just managed to dispatch another peasant, ending with a sharp trip and a stab from his sword. He turned around. "Get him."
Shildin tried to rush him; the man deftly sidestepped the flailing axes and continued on his way. With him came another pair of reinforcements: a heavily-armored woman bearing a decorated shield, and a fur-covered spear-waving heavily-bearded mad-looking warrior. The woman immediately went for Marie, using the shield to weather the worst of the flail blows and striking back when she could with a sword. The furred man danced between Shannon and Amelia, striking quickly and managing to gouge Amelia's left arm pretty well. Shannon got a crossbow shot off into his leg; the warrior kept fighting, oblivious.
The leader tried to rally what peasants were left, then spun away to slip in behind Shannon's back, dagger drawn.
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They werenโt far off and could easier reach her in time but the others were providing a healthy distraction. Spying a nearby fallen peasant she prayed a quick prayer for his soul as she then ripped off a large portion of his tunic. Wrapping it up around her wound she hissed as she straightened out her body.
โI need a plan.โ The former thief thought to herself.
However she didnโt have much long to think as she watched the previous man that escape her earlier sneak up behind Shinon. โShimon? Shannon? Something along those lines.โ Amelia thought.
Without even a moment longer Amelia whipped out one of her trusty stilettos and threw one directly towards the man. Without even a second to spare the dagger dropped out of the manโs hand as Amelia pierced it well. Amelia rushed forward and swiftly planted her hand upon the ground. With a strong front flip she barreled through the air and towards the cloaked man and kicked him hard in the chest. During this swift moment Amelia quickly retrieved her dagger from the man before he flew backwards onto the wet streets.
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And then something smashed into his back, knocking him to the floor and throwing off his aim, causing the shot to go well wide of its mark. He cried out in surprise and at the numbness that now crept up his arm. The weight on top of him did not move, and he realised it was a man, evidently another of the peasant ring leaders.
"Do not falter, friends! These rotten knaves shall get just what they deserve!" the man yelled, before reaching down to take hold of Hauclir's throat, his hands slowly tightening. Hauclir began to struggle, trying to pull the man's hand free, but the peasant had the glimmer of the desperate and the mad in his eyes, and refused to shift, instead leaning more of his weight into it. The corsair writhed in the man's grip, eyes widening with the realisation that time, and air, was running out. His actions became more frantic, he beat at the peasant's abdomen and head, but the man was either too focussed or too thick to notice.
Desperately he grabbed around for a weapon- his short sword was trapped beneath the man, he wouldn't be able to draw it. His vision was beginning to swim as he ran out of air, the peasant's smile triumphant. He grasped around for something, anything, and found the shaft of one of his bolts. Clearly it had fallen from the bag when the man jumped him. Taking a firm hold of it, in a last move he stabbed the man in the thigh, as hard as his oxygen starved muscles could manage.
The peasant cried out in pain, loosening his grip for a second, which was all the opening Hauclir needed. Slapping the hand away, he rolled, and in the same motion drove his knee into the man's groin as hard as he could, causing him to scream in pain. The corsair lay there for a few seconds, taking deep breaths, before getting unsteadily to his feet, and drawing his short sword. The peasant also slowly rose, an impressive feat considering the painful blow he had just taken, and with a roar ripped the bolt from his thigh. Hauclir gave the man a retaliatory war-scream, and began advancing towards his opponent, his steps becoming ever more cohesive and his eyes burning with the need for vengeance...
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You get nothing for free is and excellent motto he'd been bound by for years. It had given him plenty but a raincoat might be nice...maybe some shoes? The mud found room between his toes in the biblically heavy rain. Nothing much would shift it. He's fought plenty of times for various different people and never once did he get anything he genuinely wanted. Money is largely useless when you don't have a place to call your own to fill. He did wonder whether he could stay in one place again for a long time and he figured he'd go nuts if he didn't move on for too long a time. He was a free spirit, he figured, knowing that to have several meanings. He was doing this because there wasn't much else he could do at this point. He had a debt and an addiction.
The door opened on the small hut where he was to pick up some old clothes one of the women kept. Some grandson or something hadn't come to collect them yet and wasn't likely too. It was better than shivering to death repeatedly. He'd left her back in the...where everyone else was, smoking a pipe so it looked like she'd be a few minutes before she arrived. He crossed the room the fireplace, throwing a flame across to whatever wood was there. He attempted to still his shivering with the fires growing heat.
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Anyway, from what I read, there was one dude coming up behind Shannon only to get taken out by one of her comrades, so she focuses her attention on the guy strangling Hauclir. The logic behind my posts is that the peasants are trying to offset the frightening prowess of the Lemon Seeds with strength of numbers...in this way, it's easy to picture one guy circling behind Shannon for a donkey punch, only to have one of her fellow Seeds be watching her back and take out the threat, allowing her to focus on saving Hauclir's ass.
Sure, this makes for a more chaotic scene, but think of it in the sense of the classic kung-fu movies, where the hero is beset by numerous foes but comes out on top by dealing with individual opponents quickly and efficiently. Similar logic applies here: Outnumbered by the peasants, the Lemon Seeds have to focus on thinning the ranks of the rebels and watching out for each other.
EDIT: Because double posting is bad for the soul (as DraconicArcania would say), just thought I'd let you know that school is kicking my ass right now: Tomorrow's test covers implicit differentiation, curve sketching, and everything in between (except possibly Newton's Method for approximating a function's zeros, which is calculator-intensive).
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I'm sorry if I got it wrong, but I thought that when you said the ring leader turned to stab Shannon you meant Harry Shildin (the guy with the axes who was leading them at the beginning of the fight)?
I will re-write it if you want me to.
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Elloit seems to have him landing, shouting, and then turning around to attack Hauclir...
Does anyone actually read, or do they just skim the posts? We need to get this worked out somehow.
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I may have been here 2 years and have a green beret, but I still have a lot to learn.
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skulblaka sol makina wrote:Sorry for the 5 post!!!! I tried to edit them out, but it's broken! Please don't shoot me.
*Shoots*
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... a rabbit.
*Glances around* What? I was hungry. Good eatin' on those things... Would I really hurt someone for something that's not their fault?
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Oh yeah, and sorry I forgot to change the location...I may end up doing that a lot....
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(Oh, and could people remember to use the correct location when posting? Kind of a preemptive effort to remove possible confusion later. Thank you!)
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Sounds good considering these are 'special forces'.
Also, can anyone reply to my character or so? I'm kinda waiting on a response if any.
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Anyway, I can easily explain the gnome crossbow sight: Say one of the eponymous race invents a device that allows him to hit far-away targets with a crossbow more reliably (which is what this does). Word spreads of the new invention, then everybody wants one. Eventually, word spreads to the human lands, and those with the wherewithal to reproduce the techniques used in its construction do so to make a killing in the market for themselves. While Shannon's model is a human knockoff of the genuine article, she still calls it that out of respect for the original creator of the system, though the intricacies of their language are lost on her.
Aside: I thought playing a non-human would open up a can of worms, but I had no idea about merely mentioning an accessory whose invention is attributed to a race of non-humans. Jeez. >_<
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Anyway, Tyro: Your last post contained some serious god-modding. You managed to get across about half the country ina few minutes? Look, I'm intentionally keeping the two storylines seperate for now, until the whole thing has been properly gotten into. I like that you're trying to take initiative, but also try to work within the framework I'm trying to set out, please?