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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.08.09 20:40:00 -
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(( Pending Post.....))
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.08.09 23:10:00 -
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...... The Slopes of Margha
Sia'tri loped down the rocky mountain side of the Fire Mountain following the narrow and winding trail the Ohk had indicated to him some minutes before the two had parted ways. The sun was low on the horizon casting a deep ochre glow across the landscape, which even the Mur had to agree was a wondrous sight indeed. A fiery light seemed to reflect off of the clouds and canopy alike leaving the skies lit radiant in a matter beyond words as if the world, like the hidden city, had decided itself it were time to bloom.
Ohk had been right. The hidden passage down the side of the mountain had been the shortest route to the ocean he could have followed leading down the eastern face of the basalt structure down into what appeared to be a shallow river inlet leading out into a cove some miles down stream. From his position on the hill the Mur could see that no gnarled mangrove roots twisted through the river bed to conceal predators, nor did there appear to be any water falls or blockages in the river. Assuming he was swift and careful he could make the tidal pools by sun down.
The thought disturbed him greatly. He was rather understandably nervous. If Ria had reconsidered her feelings in his absence he wasn't sure what he would do. He stopped suddenly looking down at the tiny geode in his palm, it didn't really seem like enough. The Artugian people were intensely practical people and he remained unsure if the trial was one of strength that would see him bring one of the heavy igneous stones to the ocean, or one of aesthetics.
"What are you doing Friend Sia'tri!" Shouted Ohk, hurtling down the mountain path some two dozen metres above him, graceful movements clear against the stark cliff-side. "No time! One of the Sea must go back to Tidal Pools! Take your pretty rock..... maybe send a boat for me.... yes send boat, don't forget."
He over took Sia'tri a few moments later beckoning for the Mur to follow leading him down the volcanic path and to the river bank. Without hesitation the Mur threw himself into the cool waters sighing with relief as they calmed the twinges of pain from his raw and burnt skin.
He left Ohk to follow him up the river to the small cover propelling himself through the water with powerful strokes of his spade like feet and hands building up a momentum that his kind could not hope to match on land or be matched in water.
He knew as soon as he reached the ocean, the second opaque set of eyelids slipped into position protecting his eyes, and the familiar senation as salt was absorbed into and beneath the aqueous oil layer bringing back the lustrous sheen t his skin. He skirted the coast line keeping close to the shore amongst the kelp and reefs out of the searching eyes of predatory creatures darting rapidly to and fro, fins flaring with anticipation.
As he swum the golden sky faded into night above his head, now a violet hue as the last vestiges of sunlight peeked over the horizon.
It was the familiar shape of the bay that let him know at last that he had arrived. The shallow curvature of the cliffs, soft sable sands as they angled steeply up to the beach, and the rough formations of the tide pools carved from slabs of granite cliffs worn down over hundreds of years.
His nervousness however got the better of him as he entered the shallows, lying face down just beneath the surface. He flicked his eyes up to check of Ria was there though the evening was now dark and through the gently rolling waves he could make out little of the surface world. He traced a thumb over the geode watching as wispy trails of his blood came loose and dissipated into the waves, the small crimson crystals reflecting his face in a thousand facets.
He rose quietly and stepped up onto the beach looking for Ria unsure of what he was going to find.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2015.08.10 20:19:00 -
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...Tidal Pools of Artuga
Ria waited by the pools silently, wearing nothing but a sash of ancestral skulls across her chest. Her red hair had been braided and laid on her shoulder. Her gaze was focused on the edge of the forest, her back was to the water.
Jon soon emerged from the forest wearing a loin cloth, an ancestral sash and an odd crown, made of skulls and flowers picked from the vines, on his head. He carried a wooden staff that was marked with intricate patterns that seemed to speak of the history of Artuga. Behind him came the younglings, all carrying water skins and were filled to near bursting with Artyee venom. Behind them came the adults, the Artya were dressed as Jon and the Artyee were dressed as Ria, even the Drishna tribe had their hoods off and hair braided.
The last to leave the forest were three elders, one from Durna, one from Drishna and one from the Cursed. Each one carried a different item. The elder from Durna carried a sash of skulls; the elder from the Cursed carried a freshly forged bladed staff, the shaft was made of a dark wood and had the same intricate patterns as Jon's staff except it depicted the sea more than the forest; the elder from the Drishna tribe carried a pouch.
As the group approached the pools, Ria stood her ground and spoke loud enough for Jon to hear, "What is the meaning of this, husband?"
Jon smiled and said, "The festival is about to begin, and what better way to begin it than here! Our world is changing wife-Ria, you and soon-to-be-Artugian Sia'tri are at the center of it all. Once you two are bonded, Sia'tri will be allowed to become an Artugian by name. The elders have decided such, and he is to be adopted into Durna."
A smile spread across Ria's face, she then placed a hand on her chest and bowed low. "Thank you for this gift, husband."
Jon nodded his head, "For your happiness."
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Vash Warren
SMARTCREW
Smart Deploy
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Posted - 2015.08.10 20:35:00 -
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Arch-Angle, Capital of Tal-Man.
Yuri sat behind the large, even for a Tal-Man, desk. His finger interlaced as he quietly thought about his nations next move. And who would prove to be the threat to them. His mind first thought of the slaves, not so much a slave rebellion but of their people as a whole. But they were on a continent away, unknown by any but the Parics and Mur. The Parics... They had such a long and peaceful history this one act had almost had the Parics declaring war.
Hell, it felt if they did. The leader who was going to put the world under his thumb and he just happens to disappear. This had World Class Assassin all over it, he would make the Parics pay for their treachery. Maybe as his troops marched on the capital of the Cauti he would start knocking on the door of the Parics.
The Blood Raiders, the group of savages who only thing stopping them from total rampage was the Mighty Tal-Man Army holding the line all these years. These brave men were being moved to a new front, and a new opening to the Bloods War machine was opened. IF he could direct them at the Parics and Cauti he would have a much easier way of dealing with them both.
A new Age was coming in this world... And Yuri knew that he would be the one to lead Tal-Man and the rest of the world into it...
Caldari Body, Caldari Core, But Amarr with my Soul.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.08.10 22:53:00 -
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...Tidal Pools of Artuga
Head cocked in confusion Sia'tri stepped up out of the shallows and onto the beach sniffing at the air as if puzzled by the sudden appearance of the Artugian villagers and a few Mur on the outer edges of the procession watching from the line of trees. He drew the two halves of the geode, forcing them together so that they would fit within the palm of his hand. Fine grains of sand clung to the soles of his bare feet as he loped up the beach gaining the section of the tidal pools where Ria and Jon stood.
Sia'tri had not seen either garbed in this manner before, both wearing a sash composed of the skulls of their Ancestors about their chests. Ria in typical fashion wore aught else and remained as pleasing to the eye as ever if not more so for the way her crimson red hair had been braided over one shoulder, while Jon on the other hand appeared regal in an exotic kind of way with his crown and intricately carved stave.
"Wife-to-be....and Great-Leader-to-be..." He called out to them stalking up the shore and stepping delicately into the Tidal Pools so as not to disturb a number of skittering crustaceans pool dwellers, looking intense. Dark colourations on his skin indicated a number of burns where the oil from his skin had run painfully though already the oily layer had re-established itself and cool ocean water was trapped within the layer soothing the disfigurements.
" You look beautiful Ria....." He said tracing the braid tenderly with a finger.
From somewhere in the crowd the familiar and strident sound of Shu'um coughing loudly for him to get on with it could be heard.
Sia'tri flushed.....about as much as a Mur could.... before turning to Jon and the Elder's placing his hand on his over his heart and bowing to each one in turn offering them the formal address. "May Strong Winds bring you good fortune."
To Jon he whispered. "Thank you Greatclaw, my Great-Leader of Artugia as Shuri'den'shlavys is of the Isles, for all you have done. I shall never forget........I am forgetting something aren't I?.... Oh Goddess! Ohk will be sitting alone a few miles down the coast waiting for someone to collect him, he asked for me to let you know."
When it was Ria's turn he added "....Wife-to-be. You look as lovely as Hina herself. Please accept this and know my feelings for you."
He pressed the joined halves of the fist sized rock into her hand with a grin, waiting to see what her reaction would be.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2015.08.11 00:11:00 -
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...Tidal Pools of Artuga
Jon looked Sia'tri up and down and noticed the burning on his skin. He smiled slightly to himself, chuckled, and said "Ohk returned to us moments before we departed Mar'Thal. Told us how you retrieved that stone, Firewalker. He figured that in your excitement to be married to Ria, you would forget!"
Ria ignored her first husband and looked at the rock. It was small compared to the others she has seen and the colour seemed different. Usually the stones would be the size of new born and blackened from the ash and smoke of Margha.
This one, however, fit easily into her hand and at first glance didn't seem impressive, but once she split the two halves apart, she saw how beautiful the geode really was. She then grabbed Sia'tri and kissed him, before leading him out of the pools and onto the beach.
Moments later the Elders and Jon stepped forward and the Artugians gathered around "Sia'tri Firewalker, few Artugians have been known to go into Margha herself and retrieve a Firestone. Some will call you foolish, but the heart makes us do foolish things.
"The elders and I have discussed at length about you. We all agree because of your actions you deserve to be an Artugian, the first Stranger to become one. You are to be adopted into Durna, my tribe." He then cut his hand and marked Sia'tri's forehead with blood, embraced him and said, "Welcome home, brother of the sea."
As he stood back, the elder of Durna walked up to Sia'tri, cut opened her hand with her teeth, as not to poison herself, and marked Sia'tri's chest with blood. She then draped the sash of skulls over him. "These are the skulls of Ancestors past. K'lo, is among them," she said pointing to a rather small skull on the sash. She then bowed and walked always.
Then the elder of the Cursed stepped forward. He slammed a heavy fist against his chest, cut his hand open and marked Sia'tri's arms with blood. He then handed the bladed staff to Sia'tri and said "This weapon was forged the day we Cursed rejoined Durna and saw Mur-Folk for the first time. The wood is from a branch of the old trees deep in Artuga and the steel was forged during Moonlight. May it bring you many victories, Sia'tri Firewalker." He then gave Sia'tri a playful punch on his shoulder before walking away.
Finally, the elder from Drishna stepped forward. He opened the small pouch, which was made of Artugian Leather, revealing crushed flowers and herbs. He then said, "This is the flowers of Mar'thal. Consume them in hot water and it will calm even the angriest beast. Consume them in cold water and it will give you the energy of a youngling. They only bloom once every 10 years, so use it wisely, Firewalker." He then handed the pouch to Sia'tri, bowed low and walked away.
Jon then turned to the crows and shouted. "Let us return to Mar'Thal and begin the Festival of Bloom!" A great cheer rose from the crows and they raced back into the forest.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.08.11 02:35:00 -
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.....The Frontline Cauti Warcamps
As the last of the laden caravans slowed to a halt in the shadow of the captured Tal-Man fortress Shuri'den'shlavys could not help but shiver under the dark and foreboding sense of apprehension as they neared the walls. Man'tiel lead the convoy glowering at any of the Cauti soldiers who stepped to close to inspect the cargo the massive Oar Blade Nan Sapwe supported in a menacing fashion on one chitin-plated shoulder.
As Shuri'den'shalvys slipped down from her seat, leaving the reins to the carts two hulking Phrsam tucked neatly out of reach of the soldiers, she took stock of the warcamps. The Cauti camps seemed to have a great deal more order to them than they had appeared to from upon the rise overlooking the flood plain.
Hundreds of small compact tents and constructed fortifications comprise the main bulk of the camps housing the soldiers in barrack sized groupings extending out to the far western side of the defensive lines.
Toward the east ironworks and medical stations pressed up against the walls of the stark fortress as if clamouring for its protection. Here modern rifles were stacked in neat rows with a trained precision, fresh forged and gleaming in the afternoon light, a stark contrast to the veiled rows of Cauti dead and wounded, their white shrouds stained with blood and filth, silent amidst the shrieks and lamentations of the wounded and distraught alike.
A single road cut through the war camps progressing to the North through the No Man' Land and the Tal-Man lines extending past the jagged ring of steel and trench works encapsulating the camp.
Their progress had been halted at the Northern Check Point by guardsmen who refused them passage any further until the fortresses Commander had been notified of their presence and intentions. This had been some half and hour past and the Mur were becoming restless as the passing Cauti soldiers eyed them. Few soldiers seemed to care about their presence, others regarded them with suspicion.
The Mur learned little of the fortress Commander from the assembled Cauti saving his name, Kalimat, and that he purportedly had some distinguished career as a siege tactician.
Tired of waiting Shuri'den'shalvys, nodding for Man'tiel to follow her, and strode up to the gates of the fortress where several more guardsmen barred her path.
"We want to see Commander Kalimat. Now." The Mur woman demanded her voice cool and impassive. "We were told your group had honour. Allow us passage."
The guardsmen looked incredulous for a moment then burst out laughing amongst themselves.
"Commander Kalimat don't take orders from you fish *******. His work is more important. Come back later."
"You don't know what you are saying Shore-walker. I should cut your...." Man'tiel growled aggressively from within his helm stopping only because Shuri'den raised a mottled hand.
"Pray you then tell him that the Skadii-an convoy has arrived and it's Mistress would like to speak with him." She said calmly.
"You deaf? No one gets to see Kalimat until his inspections are done. **** off." Said one, a tall Parian.
"That was rude. We should let 'er in can't do not harm" This time a Tal-Man.
"Ain't no one gets to see the Commander till his inspection is done." Another Parian. "They must wait."
A single flash of irritation passed Shuri'den'shalvys's features and the first of these men suddenly found his sense of direction shift on its axis. Down suddenly became the wall to his right and he fell hard against it unable to move against a powerful Repulsion Authority. The next two flew forty feet into the air grasping at the portcullis screaming as some unseen force continued to pull them upwards. Man'tiel barged past the other two unceremoniously jamming a bony armour plate into the face plate of one who looked about the raise the alarm.
The pair them continued nonchalantly into the keep the female Shaper calling out for Commander Kalimat leaving the remaining gate keeper stunned.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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sir RAVEN WING
Vader's-Fist
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Posted - 2015.08.11 03:03:00 -
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The Mur had barged past the rather fresh guards, taking somewhat hostile action against them, and should she have been anyone else, the entire caravan would be seized within a moment's notice and the Lady, shot dead. However, this were not the case as Commander Kalimat knew they were coming, only without a planned time. As the Lady marched in, obviously angered, the Commander marched out, practically hot enough to scorch the interiors. He heard the Lady cry for him and began to collect himself as to not let the fine Lady see him angered.
"Hello, Lady of the Mur, I must apologize for the rather foolish guardsmen, they are some of the fresh recruits I decided to place in the least important spot until they have learnt their roles around here. Apologies, also, for the wait, there seemed to be a error with my men today, perhaps with the recent news of an attack headed this way, they were more concerned with their own safety. Do grab your men, and women and try to hold up this fort while the attack is being pushed back, and if you wish, stay for the night and allow your people a chance to take a rest, and grab some food before you head off in the morning, should you stay that is."
As the Commander finished his speaking, a Parian soldier entered the room and informed the Commander that the attack would be coming soon, and the Mur would have no chance to evade it, and while doing so, he held a polite tone unseen by even the Osmarii.
"Yes, you are dismissed." We waved the soldier off before turning back to the Mur. "It would appear you have better chances weathering the fight, than you would leaving. If I may be excused, I must prepare my men for the oncoming battle." He offered out his hand, palm facing skyward as a goodbye gesture.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.08.11 04:36:00 -
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..... Kalimat's Redoubt
"Your guardsmen were allowed to keep their honour" Shuri'den'shalvys replied simply as if it were and explanation staring directly into the eyes of the Paric commander. "The missive from your leaders claimed we would have free passage. They offered it to us after some discussion but I understand they were simply doing their duty. No harm and no ill will between us remains to exist."
Behind her Man'tiel whistled approvingly and began to chuckle. He muttered something that sounded a lot like ' you saucy fish-back' and began grumbling to himself when his helmet cause his voice to echo slightly enough to make the statement audible.
She ignored him.
"What is to stop us from leaving this place Commander Stonewarden?" She asked with a measured politeness, glancing around the fortress and armoured men and women from almost a half dozen species quickly began to form up in defensive positions along the walls and at the gates, pouring into the block houses with crates of shot and powder in hand.
The main keep of the square set fortification was less than impressive to look upon, nothing but a simple set of interconnected courtyards around a final drum bastion allowing fire across the exposed upper walls and lower gate houses. Barricades had been set up facing the gates proper and dozens of men and women now hunkered down behind makeshift cover whispering prayers to their gods or perhaps exhortations to the unshakable Commander. Warriors had drilled upon the stones of this the fortress for hundreds of years before the occupying Cauti had been but a mere concept, the sense of martial tradition was evident in it's Spartan aesthetic. Nor was it lost on the defenders who seemed to respect the proud history.
A small moat surrounded the start windswept walls, impervious to scaling without specialised climbing equipment or the powerful grip afforded the Tal-Man by their specialised gauntlets. Low against the structure of the wall several small rusted grates served to expel the waste water and product of the fortress and the iron works. The moat had once served as a water source to the fortress, having been at one point supplied by the River to the North though the Tal-Man besieging them had long since dammed the flow of water and the toxic run off form the forges below the walls had polluted the waters rendering them foul and undrinkable.
Steep steps cut into the stone walls provided access to the walls and parapets lined with myriad examples of cannon and bombard drawn from the castles crumbling stores and refurbished for use. Some were the large bore Tal-Mani cannon secured during the occupation of the southlands while others apparently had come from plundered Paric or Osmarii caches along the border provinces. Despite the age of the weaponry the massing of it in one central fortification with the ordinance the scrambling soldiers were carting up into their positions would ensure that the bastion would be hard won.
It's primary weakness remained the section of collapsed wall on its North-Western Face. There the drum tower had collapsed under heavy bombardment, the sheer force of the high explosive Tal-Mani ammunition shattering the windswept face and crumbling the once noble defences to aught but dust. Such as it was the greater part of the tower had collapsed down across the moat providing access to the upper defences though it appeared footing would be poor judging from how the nearby Cauti soldiers took special care to avoid tripping on the rubble.
Having quickly surveyed the Fortress, admittedly knowing little and less about the art of siegecraft, Shuri'den'shlavys turned back to Kalimat as he began to walk away. "What of my people? Those outside the fortress? I'll not have them left out there to be killed. Moreover what guarantee's do we have both from you and from your enemies. Surely....."
She cut off abruptly as something she could not quite place entered the range of her sensory perception. A humming. No. More a whining, growing louder with each passing second. It was a piercing and uncomfortable noise that made her fins twitch uncomfortably.
Beside her Man'tiel grunted, recognising the familiar sounds of distance cannon fire.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Vash Warren
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Posted - 2015.08.14 01:23:00 -
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One Month after the Assassination of Stalin... Archangel, Capital of Tal-Man
Yuri sat at his desk and pondered what was the next move in Stalin's Assassination. Only a small number of groups would have been able to even hope to accomplish the task. It was all to obvious to the Emergency PM. The Creed. The secret guild of Assassins Parics who is father had let enter quite a few years ago. Now it was time to put an end to the grip they had on Tal-Man, Nothing but total destruction and removal of the Creed would satisfy Yuri.
His cousin Dmitry. also head of the Creed in Tal-Man was called in later that day. "Cousin, you know the unfortunate event that occurred to the late Stalin, correct?" Yuri asked in a plain voice. "Quite the tragedy I would say, a shame, a natural born leader cut down before his time." Anger was growing inside of him as the conversation went on. Yuri suddenly stood up"Cut it Dmitry!" He was just below shouting. "I know it was you and the Creed that carried out the hit on Stalin. It was a mistake for my father to ever allow them in our country." Yuri slouched back into his chair. "I can assure you sir that if it was the Creed, I was no way involved. I would have gone to Stalin first, you know that as well as I do." Dmitry gave a pleading look, Yuri did not believe he was untruthful, at the same time that was also his job. "Fair enough cousin. Prove your loyalty to Tal-Man. Anyone you do not personally trust in the Creed needs removed. Get any and all valuable information out of them before no one ever hears of them again." Dmitry grabbed the brim of his hat and spun on his heels. "It will be done, Prime Minister." As he walked without another word.
Under the cover of darkness Dmitry, flanked by two men each side, walked quickly down the side of the street. The soon came to an unassuming, squat rectangle building with the name The Way Ward, a middle class bar. Location of the Creed HQ in the Tal-Man capital. Dmitry walked up to the bartender. "What can I-" The question died in his throat as he realized who this was. "You know the way." Pointing back to the smallest of the back rooms. Entering quickly into the and going down the ladder to the secret HQ.
The room was filled with members of the Creed. "Now is the time to decide" Yuri shouted over the different conversations, his hands outsteched "are you loyal to Tal-Man, or the Creed, now is the time to make your decision." Yuri let his hands fall back to his side. From somewhere in the crowd, "You Traitor!" A dagger suddenly was sailing across the room, in Yuri's direction. Yuri skillfully spun the dagger between his fingers before launching the dagger with same force back at the Paric. The sides were quickly drawn most Tal-Man immanently started attacking the few Osmar, Parics, and Traitor Tal-Men. Quickly he sprinted into the a group before they could draw their blades.
Yuri's right gauntlet quickly connected to the first Paric's side of his head, sending the poor figure recoiling back, stunned. Looking over his left shoulder he could see an Osmar. He swung his left fist back into the gut of Osmar, his fist hit the iron plate and more shook the Osmar just a bit. As the Osmar regained his bearings a quick series of three punches assaulted his unarmored head, before a quick knee to the face dropped him. Another Tal-Man raised his fist armored in the same leather, gauntlets, and other equipment as Yuri. They both raised their fist and the world seemed to freeze for just a moment.
With a right jab the other giant was aiming for his head. With his open right palm he shoved the oncoming fist high and left of his head. Yuri quickly countered with a low left jab into the man's gut, but seemed to have little effect. We Tal-Man are a pain to take down Yuri quickly thought to himself. Shifting his weight Yuri quickly charged at his opponent, tackling him, Yuri started a blizzard of blows on the man below him. The man under the assault moved his arms and with two swift motions had slammed his hands on both sides of Yuri's head and thrown the Master off. Yuri stood up the anger had gotten angry now. He jumped at the other man, who was ready for the first hit but not the second, the third, or any of the others Yuri had lost count. As he regained control and stood up the small skirmish was already over.
Wiping the blood from his face he talked to one of the cloaked figures who accompanied him. "Get all the traitors into the dungeon, I will deal with them later. Keep regular reports going to other safe house. Recall all men we can, rest we will have to hunt down individually." "Yes sir." The cloaked figure replied.
Caldari Body, Caldari Core, But Amarr with my Soul.
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sir RAVEN WING
Vader's-Fist
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Posted - 2015.08.14 02:23:00 -
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10 Days After the Betrayal.
A man cloaked in the robes of a High Assassin entered the room, with seemingly very little hassle from the guards. His robes were torn in places and cut on the cape, all too revealing of a battle.
"Lord!" The High Assassin addressed Jakyl.
"Maleki of House Phoenix, you're supposed to be stationed in Tal-Man overseeing the capital Creed base of operations."
"It's about that, Sir, Dmitry and several Tal-Men have betrayed us."
"Dmitry, how foolish of you... Very well, I am positioning you to Corpselight base of operations."
"Yes, my lord." With this, Maleki left and Jakyl began writing a letter to Yuri.
Declaration of War
Yuri,
We have been alert your men have taken hostile actions against the Creed, and hereby declare war with Tal-Man for the failure to release the slaves and for hostile actions against the Creed, with the murder and wrongful imprisonment of a number of men and women loyal to the Creed positioned in Tal-Man under the permission of your now deceased father. Your father would be ashamed.
We will repay each drop of Creed blood you have spilled... with interest. - Lord Jakyl of House Revon.
VF Diplomat.
"Goodbye Mr. Fishy, you're now a bird."
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.08.14 23:26:00 -
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The Siege of the Cauti Fortress along the border, as documented by the leader of the the Siege Earl Coenwulf
The fortress had barely held out two weeks before we breached the walls. Weakened by the cannon fire the wall crumbled under it's own weight as the gunpowder placed by the sappers exploded underneath. Once I saw the breach I gathered the men in preparation for an assault and keen though they were it was best to wait for the cover of night to begin. The thunder of cannon shots were silenced as the men charged towards the degenerate Paric and those outcasts that dared side with them. Whilst they fought valiantly for hours the faithful were not able press through the bottle neck and were called back as the cannons sang their chorus again.
With a days rest it was time for the soldiers to assault once again, but this time to ensure success I led the charge personally. Along with a group of cavalry I charged forth ahead of the infantry with shield raised and cut a swathe through them. Shocked as they were they could not prevent us from escaping and making several more passes at them until the infantry had arrived and let loose a volley fire at the shaken rabble. The cowards fled at the sight of their fallen comrades into the towers and atop walls searching for a safety they would not be granted. The men followed them up and promptly both cut and shot them down.
As the walls had been conquered the final stage in taking this fort would be the keep itself. The horses were tied up and we marched until we approached the door of the keep. Barrels of gunpowder were laid and ignited to blow down the door. The residents were naught but craven fools. Why, they cowered at the mere sight of me! Though they mustered up enough courage to resist, they did not do so very well. The siege was won and the rebels defeated. The Cauti should not last long if this was an example of their ability. The army rested at the castle and Earl Cenreds men arrived to bolster my own as we left to cut deeper into rebel lands.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Osarium, Burtun
With the advent of war Osmar weapon smiths were called upon to produce the most efficient killing implements once again. While they had kept up business during peace time it was only in a state of war that they could let their creativity shine through. The products of this were wide and varied. Once such creation was the Hand Mortar, a good idea held back by the limits of technology. It proposed to launch grenades across great distances but required the user manually light the grenade before loading it then hope timing would be on their side as they fired it.
A more unusual weapon was the Duckfoot pistol. It possessed four barrels, none of which pointed straight ahead, which all fired simultaneously. Loading the weapon took an even greater time than a standard pistol or musket. Despite these shortcomings sailors, particularly officers, seemed quite fond of the weapon as they believed it would effectively "discourage" would-be mutineers and provide an able defence against boarders.
But one particular gunsmith was less concerned with the projectiles leaving the gun and more so with getting the projectile in. The typical muzzle loaded weapon was terribly inefficient and threatened to expose the user to enemy fire whilst they reloaded. This gunsmith devised a new way of loading a weapon, not from the muzzle but from the breech. The barrel of was to be lowered to allow a bullet to be placed in then raised back into place sealing the breech with a wedge. The design is stable enough to be used in warfare though it is unlikely it would see wide use in the current conflict, being restricted to tests on training fields.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Posted - 2015.08.20 01:55:00 -
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RESERVED AND BUMP!
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Because I need more space.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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RabbitSwarm
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Posted - 2015.08.27 21:40:00 -
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(Bump)
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.09.04 22:51:00 -
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In the field, southwest borderlands
The siege of led by Coenwulf had sparked numerous whisperings amongst the soldiers he was commanding. For many it was the first time they had served under him and although they had heard that he was an intimidating man it did not prepare them for the clear effect he had on the opponents he faced down. Even those that had experience under his command admitted that it seemed....unnatural. As if they had been affected by some kind of power. Had this occurred before the extensive contact with the Mur people it likely would've been put down to idle superstition, but some soldiers claimed to have seen them too using a kind of unnatural power. Might Coenwulf be privy to those as well? Some speculated that he would.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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sir RAVEN WING
RabbitGang
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Posted - 2015.10.03 05:37:00 -
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"Sir! There is a trade ship westbound of our position, possibly carrying valuable goods." A young Osmarii reported to his Kami captain.
"She shall be ours, set course to regular combat position. Raise the black flag." The captain ordered, knowing the man would understand what he meant. Only a crew whom had served under him for so long could possibly know what he meant and execute his orders to the very letter, the very stroke at which he had ordered them.
Within thirty minutes the ships was within firing distance, and the regular flag of the Royal Osmarii Navy had been taken down and succeeded by a black flag adorned with skull missing the bottom jaw with the words 'We the rejected bastards.' wrapped around the imagery, but kept separate in the same sense.
The deck was silent for only a couple of moments, within these moments the crew, and the deck was sprayed with mist as waves battered against the hull of the ship. "Engage!" With this single word, the fates of many were decided as the fuses were lit and cannon fire pierced the peaceful evening before ripping into the other ship's crew on deck and even wounding the merchant ship's wealthy captain, likely to end this captain before his would-be killers take what they want.
Within moments of figuring out what had happened many of the crew lost any type of courage they may have had before and surrendered as the lawless men of the blasted ship jumped upon the deck of the ship after using the confusion to pull within boarding range. The few that chose to fight were quickly killed, though their killers seemed to pause afterwards to almost silently applaud their bravery.
"This ship, all those whom make their living upon this vessel, and the content this ship's cargo holds is all claimed by the Black Flag." The Kami captain spoke.
"Winds curse you, wretched parasitic lizard!" The dying merchant captain shouted.
"Ah, yes. The cattle that hauled goods back and forth. I remember that face anywhere, you supported the exile of the Creed and many Parians and Kami and you did it loudly. You helped create your own demise."
"Who might you be to say this?"
"Me?" The captain laughed at the question. "I am Verigo, the very bane of Kilerth, of the Kingdom that sent me out without even a thought of how I would bleed them dry one day."
The dying man looked at the other captain with horror, he had once been in the Navy of the Osmarii Kingdom serving on the very same ship as this man before, and now, now he stood above him as he, himself, bled to death.
Within a few moments of the last words from captain Verigo, the other captain went limp, now only a corpse to be disposed of.
"Jhakil, take this to the As'May Harbour."
"Yes sir." The younger man whom had captained the ship as the other captain slept took no time in picking out a makeshift crew and preparing for a journey as Verigo returned to his ship.
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jerrmy12 kahoalii
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Posted - 2015.10.03 11:14:00 -
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Is this roleplay?
Closed beta vet.
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Posted - 2015.10.04 06:12:00 -
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Once upon a time there was a Siege.....
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Posted - 2015.10.04 06:13:00 -
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Lots of people died and this is a placeholder.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Vash Warren
SMARTCREW
Smart Deploy
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Posted - 2015.10.05 00:50:00 -
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I to am using a place holder.
Caldari Body, Caldari Core, But Amarr with my Soul.
23 Mil SP, Next Adventure. Amarr Assult/ Caldari Logi
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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
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Posted - 2015.10.05 19:15:00 -
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((F.ck waiting, time for filler sh.t!))
Artuga - The City of Mar'Thal
The eve of the festival of the Bloom was upon them and the city was full of life. Younglings skipped gracefully across the woven vines that made up the ground of the city in the trees, Artyee and Artya hurried about their tasks as too complete them before the Bloom, as no work can be done after. Laughter and merriment can be heard from all around the forest. This mood Mar'Thal was a far cry from when they resettled there after the Tall Ones came.
From all around the Forest, Artugians, who would rather live in solitude than with their own kind, flocked to the great city. Some were marked like the Cursed tribe, and some hid their faces behind veils made of shredded flesh, and even some were fully clothed as opposed to the loin cloth and harness that Artugians Traditionally wore.
Jon, the Great Leader of Artuga, the one known as Greatclaw, was among the workers trying to help with the preperations. Though he could rightfully sit back and not help, Jon was of the mindset that if one gives orders, one must be prepared to carry them out himself. His job, was to help the elderly climb the trees into the city. There was a pully system set up by the Mur-Folk, their allies from the Great Sea, however, the Artugians believed that they should risk death to enter the great city.
When the last of the elderly were safe within the city, Jon adorned his traditional ceremonial garments: A blackened leather sash which bore the skulls of his ancestors, a crown made of vines with a skull dipped in blood resting in the center, and flowers picked from the blooming vines placed through out the crown and sash. After dressing, he grabbed his staff, which was marked with the traditional Artugian markings, showing their ancestory and their past, and walked onto the newly constructed second terrace of the city.
As the sun started to set, the Artugians gathered in the city center, all dressed in their sashes and crowns. Amongst them was Ria, third wife to Jon and first wife to Sia'tri, Sia'tri, now known as the Artugian of the Sea, and the Mur-Folk who lived among the Artugians. They talked among themselves and greeted each other in the traditional way of the Artugians, with those who greeted the Mur, greeting them in their own way (pressing their noses together and breathing deep).
As Jon stepped into veiw, on the edge of the second, the crowd went silent. Jon's three ever present, ever watchful, guards stood behind him, dressed in their ceremonial attire, but also wielding their weapons should anyone try to harm the Great Leader. Then, night was upon themm
Jon raised his staff in the air, pointed it towards the coast and cried out in an old forgotten language, the word that was understood was: Durma. He then stomped his staff once on the vine, the flowers started to glow softly. He then raised his staff and pointed it towards Margha, the volcano. Again he cried out in the old language and the only word that could be understood, was: Cursed. He stomped his staff again, the flowers glowed even brighter. He raised his staff a third time, this time pointing it to the forest beyond the city. For a third time he cried out in the old language, the only understable word was: Drishna. This time when he stomped his staff, the flowers glowed so bright that it appeared to be day light within the city and pure darkness outside. From the vines that grew above the city, petals began to fall upon the city. He then raised his staff one more time and proclaimed one line in the old language.
As Jon was preforming the ritual, Ria was translanting his words to her husband and the rest of the Mur: "Greatclaw says: To those that walk the coast and those whom our people have been stolen, we mourn and welcome you. Welcome Durna, rest and be at peace. To those who walk the fire mountain, and know the secrets of - how you say? Metal? - we weclome you. Welcome Cursed, rest and be at peace. To those who wander the forest, who know all the paths and our mother well, we welcome you. Welcome Drishan, rest and be at peace. To our ancestors, bless us, and join us as we celebrate our rebirth!"
After the speech, the crowd roared in excitment. The festival had begun, music played on drums made of skin, Artugians broke out in dance, and even the elderly celebrated with the enthusiasm of youth. In her own excitement, Ria then grabbed Sia'tri and kissed him deeply, she then grabbed him and dragged him off to their hut.
Jon walked among the people, laughing and partking in Artugian wine, which was distilled from venom, water and petals from the vines, but he kept an even mind as he sensed that some of his people who called him friend, were in truth his enemy.
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Posted - 2015.10.12 00:24:00 -
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((lol I've been RPing in EVE so much my initial instinct was to type /emote to denote an action.  ))
River Ways Far to the West of Burtgun
Mur armies never marched. It was a simple and irreconcilable difference between Kal'm people and that of the Shorewalkers, they simply swam. No matter the distance, no matter the conditions they swam keeping themselves just below the surface their fins splayed out gently piercing the surface of the water. It was granted of course that the Osmarii were different than the other Shorewalkers in that they had opened themselves to the oceans and commanded a great respected amongst the Mur, and therefore universally thought that of all the peoples of the continent that they would understand this ideal. They were landborn, possessed of the round feet and unwebbed hands that tilled the lands, but possessed of that same stuff that drove the Mur to the seas. Still as the small Mur force moved ever one wards Kal'm could not help but muse upon the nature of his new position as a military commander.
He still thought like a politician. Carethought dictated the functions of this mind too greatly. Warthought would have to follow if the distasteful concept of conflict became a reality.
They kept to the river ways following the avenues West for miles each day occasionally passing close to smaller settlements whose people looked upon the strange aquatic peoples of the Skadian Isles with both a mixture of fear and curiosity. Perhaps it were so that few enough of those humans who lived inland had even heard rumours of his kin and continued to believe that the world was the sole province of humanity.
The camped in the shallow sections of the river, unwilling to have his men leave the river ways saving of course to query villagers and passing merchants for directions towards the Tal-Mani border where Coenwulf had successfully laid siege to a castle and seized it back from the encroaching Cauti forces. Sleep he often found was hard to come by when the company halted one evening close to the border zone. Warriors immediately fanned out to the river banks and set about tending their weapons and evening meals at his command. Despite how accommodating the river ways were he could not quite escape and implacable sense of dread. The Mur had not ever witnessed, let alone participated in, a modern conflict in the history of their species....and he was expected to be the first of his kin to lead men in a warzone?
He tore his mind away from the prospect of days to come and reflected quietly on the day that had been.
Humans.... perhaps more specifically this species, at least, were amusing.
His cohort had been making fair headway West until they had encountered a series of well maintained flood gates as part of a moderately sized township which he ordered his forces to bypass. It hadn't much occurred to him from below the surface that the river way had in fact cut directly through the centre of the commune until he had launched himself from the waters and found himself staring at a half dozen utterly horrified Osmarii bargemen propelled 10 feet into the air by powerful kicks of his feet.
As the bulk of his company passed, some 300 Mur soldiers over the course of an hour, they attracted quite the crowd who timidly hid behind the closest of the buildings perhaps waiting to see what the Mur. Hoping to allay their fears Kal'm took to the river bank trying to explain to them with his modest grasp of the human tongue that they meant not harm and that the Fairwind Queen herself had blessed their passing. After twenty minutes several villages approached with what appeared to be a basket of fish, several silver trinkets, and other oddities almost as if they were presenting an offering to the blue skinned Mur.
He'd always remember the way a young girl had approached, mimicking her elders with a small chain of white flower which often appeared in the fields presenting it to him with the simple phrase. "For the river demons, to make you more pretty." The look of horror that had spread across the faces of the assembled humans was something he would never forget and he accepted the chain barely controlling his laughter before leaving.
He stifled another guffaw dismissing the advances of one of his officers who seemed curious. Their party would make the border tomorrow and ideally would seek out Coenwulf before proceeding toward the Tal-Mani front.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Posted - 2015.10.14 01:25:00 -
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Near the Outskirts of Coenwulf's Warcamp...........
The Mur rose early the following day and begun the final stages of their approach to the border zone before the sun could rise over the rolling Osmarii plains. They kept to the quiet and unused river ways as best they could skirting the human settlements each instinctive kick of their webbed feet driving Kal'm and his men ever west ward.
In a matter of hours they had pressed beyond the reaches of civilised lands where upon the only humans their careful scouts could descry from the river banks were those, unthinkably, clad in steel and chain and armed with rifle, pike, and sword. Patrols came more frequently, even mounted soldier on those odd creatures with the long muzzles these humans called horses, and his despite their best efforts in time the Mur were noticed beneath the surface.
Kal'm pushed himself up onto a nearby river bank where he greeted an unamused and particularly grizzled looking soldier in chainmail with a steel cap. A pike rested over one shoulder in a casual manner indicating he was a career soldier while the man's tabard was emblazoned with a crest the Mur recognised as Coenwulf's sigil.
"Hail. Queen Fairwinds.... your Queen Aeschild gave us leave to pass through these lands. We seek the Tal-Mani Border, are we close?" He said politely. Osmarii seemed to like politeness, yet another reason the Mur found them so agreeable.
The man said nothing, just gestured for another to a soldier at the crest of the rise, instead he seemed to be chewing on something dark which he spat into the river.
"Taciturn fellow aren't you?"
The man simply nodded.
"You command these men I assume? You look like a warrior, we ne-..."
That seemed to amuse the soldier to no end as guttural laughter slipped from between his lips causing him to double over using the polearm as a support.
"No son.... I'm not a Captain." His response in a heavily accented voice, captain sounded more like cap'un, despite that he was rather eloquent for a soldier. "He's oe'r yon ridge in a bloody panic thinking we was being invaded by you Merfolk types. We, that is the proper soldiers an' I, told him more like than not it was nothing but he sent runners back to camp with word to come to arms. You aren't invading are ya?"
The Mur shook his head slowly trying to convey how earnest he was that they were not doing anything of the sort..... besides what in the Goddess name was a Merfolk anyway?
"Will you Fishb..... that is you fine folk be needing a guard while ye head to the main camps?" He said with a yawn taking a small wrapped package from a pouch at his waist. He then proceeded to chew on the dark, rubbery looking contents with all the vigour of a life long habit. "Anything to get me and Yake off guard duty Your Blueness."
For a second Kal'm, Shaper of Authorities, Diplomat to the Queen Fairwinds, and Commander of the Mur's first army in nearly a decade didn't have a response, quip or otherwise. Human's were unique creatures indeed.
Kal'm made a sharp gesture directed at the water and thirty feet down the embankment Mur rose in ranks of six pushing themselves clear of the waters. They marched up the embankment and out onto the plains forming ranks much to the amusement of the surrounding humans.
"You can take me to Lord Coenwulf can't you?" He asked curiously, seriously doubting the man.
"Course we can."
The trip to the camps took a little under half and hour. As Kal'm and his men passed through the outer guard posts they encountered steely gazes from their human counter parts, the kind the Mur diplomat expected were the product of having survived a real war. The kind that were wary of armed soldiers being carelessly led through their camps, and especially so soldiers who didn't wear the same uniform.
In time however the expressions of the humans they passed changed from a mild distrust to curiosity as the shore walkers finally began to look at the utterly alien Mur armament. The glittering sheets of scale they instantly recognised however the chitinous shields, heavy broad blades weapons, and lack of rifles seemed to amuse many of them.
The grizzled veteran and the more youthful Yake were quickly removed as the Mur escort and sent back to guarding the rivers, much to their chagrin. Instead soldier in burnished plate and great helms took their places directing them to their Lord's quarters.
At the entrance to an enormous war tent they demanded his disarm before proceeding, something Kal'm was more than happy to do. He even took the time to remove his armour and change into silky Aklae trousers and the traditional accompanying mantle much to the discomfort of the Osmarii around him.
Only after having done so and being searched by the guards was he allowed to enter the tents and meet Coenwulf.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Posted - 2015.10.17 23:26:00 -
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Coenwulf's Tent on the path towards the fortress of Kalnu, a Cauti-held Tal-man fortress.
Even inside the tent the distant clang of steel on steel could still be heard, evidence of of knights and soldiers alike keeping their skills sharp. But unlike the camp, in this room there was but one commanding prescence, the Earl Coenwulf as he gave his instructions to his two sub commanders in a stern voice whilst clad in his immaculate plate armour, his helmet resting on a table. "Saddle the horses, disassemble the camp and have the men ready to march on in two hours. We have the upper hand against these rebels and I would loathe losing it at any point."
The pair nodded and uttered a short acknowledgement before being replaced by Kal'm and the Osmar that led him in.
"My lord Coenwulf" he said as he bowed, "Commander Kal'm of Skadia requests a meeting." he continued whilst gesturing towards the new guest before finishing "He possesses a letter from The Queen herself permitting passage through Osmar lands."
Letting slip a curse under his breath, some comment about being slowed down, he turned to face the Mur and his escort. He excused the latter and with a stroke of his beard he spoke "The Queen's a fair lady but has no mind for leadership."
As this was his first proper dealing with a Mur he raised an eyebrow at his unique appearance. Now resting his hand on his sword hilt he continued. "I've heard a lot about your people. How much is true I cannot say, those fops are always gossiping. However I wasn't aware you too had been caught up in this war."
Leaning forward on the table with a map strewn across it and his helmet to one side he finishes:
"What brings you to the border with these accursed heathens?"
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Posted - 2015.10.19 03:21:00 -
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Coenwulf's Tent on the path towards the fortress of Kalnu, a Cauti-held Tal-man fortress......
Kal'm bowed before the human lord offering the man his respects and marveling at the openness of the man's disrespect of his Queen. It was something wholly unexpected from the typically polite and politically round about Osmarii from the capital of Burtgun. Moreover to the Mur whowhose society was matriarchal and offered their service out of respect and deference to the old Shalvyian ways the concept was utterly alien.
Despite this Kal'm thought it unwise to contradict the hawkish looking nobleman and prudently refrained from comment on the subject.
To the Mur diplomat and commander Coenwulf looked like a warrior from the old tales clad in burnished steel and iron armor that reflected the light. It was unthinkably beautiful to the Skadian Folk who had never considered the wearing of metal plates as plausible where the existence of shaped and molded chitin from the more common crustaceans that lived in Skadia's waters would suffice.
"More or less most of what you have heard is true Lord Coenwulf. My people are very different in many respects from the Shorewalkers of the Continent though despite this the Mur have always found the Osmarii a very agreeable people whose ideals are much in keeping with our own."
Kal'm's voice was measured and his words carefully chosen.
"Our people are not truly a part of this conflict. I have come at the request of the Shalvyian Lady's Seneschal. I was to take a cohort to the front lines and ensure that our agreements were honored with the Cauti. The Tal-Man represent our largest trading partner on the Continent, and so with the rebel outbreak in the South Lady Shuri'den'shalvys under threat of embargo demanded the Southern trade routes remain open to her peoples trade ships and caravans or risk invasion from the sea. No longer does the coast represent the border between our two realms."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
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Posted - 2015.10.21 09:41:00 -
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Aboard the Ancestor
It had been a couple weeks since Murk and the Artugian warband set sail from Dreadwinds, heading towards the war torn area of the continent where the Rough Skins and the "Cauti", as well as the much hate Tall Ones were doing battle. Aboard his ship, his warriors were preparing to shed the blood of their enemies and bring glory to their ancestors. Members of the Durna were sharpening their twin blade staffs and sparring wuth the Cursed, using non bladed staffs. Some of the Cursed were reciting old tales and proverbs in the Old Tongue, a language filled with a mixture of clicks and guttural growls, making them sound like a mixture of beast and insect. The Drishna were busy sharpening their claws and (in the case of the males) coating their claws with venom.
Murk walked out onto the deck of the ship and shouted "Lend ears, brave Artugians!" Immediately, the warband stopped what they were doing and paid attention to their leader. "We were sent by the Greatclaw to strike out against the Tall Ones. To help our cause, we have asked the Rough Skins for aide. They wish to help, but we must help them slay these 'Cauti' first. This means we must fight, along side, the Tall Ones."
Curses and screams of anger came from his warband. Murk answered by cursing loudly and angerly in the Old Tongue, silencing them. "I hate this as much as you, my friends. However, think of this. In the heat of battle, one may 'over swing' his staff, or one might accidentally prick another with their claws. Accidents happen in battle, we of Drishna know this. So we will fight with these Ancestorless dirt f.ckers, but we might be, how they say, over zealous and overcome with blood lust."
The crew smiled and laughed.
Mar'Thal, Artuga
It was the third night of the festival, and the city was vibrant and living. All around the city, Artugians danced and celebrated the festival the way it was meant to be. The Artugian wine, a potent mixture of venom, water and crushed bloom herbs, flowed like water. There was no talk of the war, nor the Tall Ones, it was as if it was all a distant nightmare.
Jon stood on the second terrace of the city, overlooking the festival. As the tradition goes, he as Greatclaw could not participate in the festival. Should a blood law be broken, he needed to remain sound of mind and quick of body to deliver justice.
However it was not his duty as the watcher that kept him awake, no, it was something else. His mind kept thinking of the Council of Three, a group made of three elders, one from each tribe, meant to help keep the peace. He noticed the three throughout the festival, not partaking in any drink or orgy that was going on. This made him uneasy.
And it wasn't the abstinence that worried him, it was the whispers and the looks that went on between them. He felt as if the three were conspiring against him, though he could not figure out the reason.
Jon had been one of the greatest Greatclaws in recent memory. He had united the three main tribes and brought peace. Under his rule, he made friends with the Mur-Folk, one of which is now his Clan Brother. He fought bravely, and was wounded greatly, trying to protect his tribe from the Tall Ones. And at the age of 25, he had accomplished more than those who sat on the Throne of Skulls before him. Why would it that the Council of Three wish to depose him?
"If only wife-Ria and brother-Sia'tri were here," he said to himself, "they might know." The newly wed couple hadnt been seen since the start of the festival, yet sounds of pleasure kept coming from their hut, almost nonstop.
Ohk approached the Greatclaw and bowed low and gave the traditional greeting. "Greatclaw, something has happened," he said. Like the Greatclaw, Jon's gaurds were bound by blood to abstain from the joys of the festival, though they choose to, in order to protect him.
"What is it friend-Ohk," said Jon, still watching the festival.
"Its the council, they are trying to summon an Ancestor."
Jon swore in the old tongue and rose to his feet. "Show me," he said. Ohk turned and they ran towards the edge of the city, the other two guards were waiting for them there.
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Coenwulf's Tent
Standing upright once more Coenwulf spoke after the Mur's statement.
"And so you come to me to travel a while alongside my forces, is that it?"
Out of what he had heard of the Mur previously, the thing that intrigued him the most were the rumours of the strange powers some seemed to possess, particularly after the mutterings amongst his men about his performance during the recent assault on the Cauti fortress. Without really leaving time for a response to the previous, Coenwulf continued
"On the topic of your people Kal'm, can you tell me aught of the rumours of 'powers' amongst your people? As preposterous as it seemed to me I've heard that there are those that can move objects without touching them."
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Aboard the Ancestor, Sailing Towards the Cauti Battlefront
They all felt it, the darkness, as if all the happiness in your soul was being drained away. Murk shoke with fear, something he has never done, not since the Blood Rite when he slayed his twin sister with his own claws.
Looking to the south, towards his homeland of Artuga, Murk witnessed a shadow rising from the horizon. A shadow of pure darkness that could be felt as well as seen. He knew what this meant, the legends were very clear on what this was.
"G-Ground the ship," he said, trying to find his voice. His crew looked at him with fear filled eyes, and the two Rough Skin navigators looked confused. Murk shouted so loud his voice cracked: "I said ground the f.cking ship! We need to get off the sea!"
Immediately, his crew sprung into action, some manned the long oars to quicken the pace, the sails were trimmed and caught the wind just right. Within minutes, the ship was beached and the crew began to disembarked. They did not know where they had beached, nor did they care to know.
"What now, Murk?" asked Tor, the first mate of the Ancestor.
"We build a shelter and we hide inside like younglings. The Ancestors are here, and they are not too happy by the looks of it."
As Murk spoke, the Darkness from the south slowly enveloped the crew and the lands beyond, leaving them in Darkness.
Outskirts of Mar'Thal
Jon and his three guards left the city armed to the teeth with their traditional twin blade weapons, even Ohk of Drishna, who's people were notorious for not using weapons, wielded one. The guards moved in front of Jon, in a protective V formation, they were willing to risk their lives for him.
As the left the Blooming City, using the partially constructed Sky Bridge, they noticed the Darkness of the forest beyond. However, this was not like the Darkness they were used to. It was more like a swirling vortex that seemed alive and filled with anger and hate. It was a Darkness, they could feel. Jon sniffed the air, and he knew what it was that caused it.
"Ohk, you, Po and Mila go back and evacuate Mar'Thal," he said coldly, trying his best to mask his fear.
"But, Great one," protested Ohk, "we are sworn by blood to defend you! We must remain!"
"You were sworn by blood to serve me, in all things," Jon replied. "The city, must be evacuated, our people must be saved, or do you wish to break Blood Law and defy my orders?"
Ohk was about to protest again, but instead he and the other two clasped a fist across their chests, bowed and as one said: "As you command, Greatclaw, Strong Winds!" And with that, they headed back to Mar'Thal to evacuate the city, telling all who would hear what their Greatclaw was about to do.
After the three left, Jon carried on into the darkness. As he carried on, he started to hear deranged laughter. At first it wss quiet, like a little giggle, but as he moved deeper into the darkness, the laughter grew until it sounded like a hundred maniacs laughing in unison. And then, silence, leaving Jon alone in the darkness.
Jon took in one deep breathe and knelt. He spoke silently in the old tongue, speaking to his ancestors, asking for their protection and to accept him should he die. As he rose to his feet, he was greeted by a smiling Artyee youngling.
"Hello," it said with three voices, "would you like to play with me?" It started to laugh again.
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