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 Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 9:46 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count listened to the hunter speak. His smile never wavered. He shoved the king forward onto land and looked back at Safira. "We rally the people, he will rally the Silver Knights. Lucheston, when you can, give us a signal. It will take a while rally the people for rebellion. I know some men who will do much for money. I will openly slander the King. Safira, you must take a quieter approach, rumors." The Count spoke to Safira knowing Lucheston would hear him. This would make it look as if he were talking only to his ally. His voice would not be caught by the sharpest of ears past Lucheston. "Oh and by the way, when this goes down," The Count smile fell and he dawned a serious look. His eyes would have made even the strongest of men feel slight fear. "that Hunter is mine...." The Count did not simply take disrespect like that Hunter had shown. He didn't plan to kill the hunter, only show him why he needed to show respect.
The Count turned again and followed the lead of the Hunter. He pushed Lucheston forward every now and then. It would look rough but never feel that way. They had a good plan. From in the castle the King simply needed to rally the Silver Knights to join him. The Count would remain in the city distracting the Hunters from the real trouble. Safira could spread rumors that the current Silver King had been struck with fear upon the return of Lucheston. Stuff they would eat up to find any reason to fight back. Once Lucheston felt comfortable he could have one of the Knights find the Count and Safira and simply tell them it is time. Then when the rebellion began sides would be shown. The only possible x-factors consisted of the King choosing that he wanted Lucheston for free and trying to kill the Count and Safira, or the people not changing their opinions. With no people to support them, they would not get far.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 10:06 am
Safira De'Garr  Safira nodded slightly at his directions, keeping her gaze on the Hunters. Everything about them disgusted her. It wouldn't be so hard to spread rumors. All she had to do was find an inkling of doubt in the people's minds. After all, they were the ones that put Lucheston on the throne in the first place. All she had to do was remind them why. Then continue with how horrid Skyron's actions were. It was no small task, but not impossible. As long as the people thought it was their idea, they would follow whole-heartedly.
She walked behind them, appearing to be apathetic toward everything around her. Her gaze moved at a lazy pace, apparently disdaining everything it landed on. But Safira noted everything before her, taking care to note which Hunters were more enthusiastic about capturing the king than others, which appeared even slightly uncomfortable, and which were more interested in her than the king. It wouldn't be too hard to sow seeds of discontent there as well, but it would be more dangerous. Not that danger mattered much to the girl. In fact, she found she had to keep herself from smiling. This challenge was definitely worth the detour.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 7:01 pm
[ place Lucheston in their hands and activate NPC mode, I wont be back until Jan 5th ]
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 7:44 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count simply proceeded as planned. After the greeting from the Hunters everything seemed to go off without a bump. They sold Lucheston as planned though The Count did not like it. Something felt off. Once Lucheston was sold the Count and the girl went into the town to begin their part so Lucheston could do his. Thanks to the Count's quick mind he had obtained a small fortune when the sale proceeded. Half of which he shared with Safira. Around the evening they both found themselves in a bar.
"You know, this may be more of a challenge then planned. From the looks of these people, they will be there only for moral support..." The Count told Safira. He had bribed the bartender to tell everyone who bought a drink a rumor about the King. His only requirement was that it had to make the King look scared.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 2:00 pm
King
Lucheston
SorrianThe sounds of scrapping echoed down through the halls, small pebbles being pushed aside as his feet were drug through the castle's interior. The damp rock of the lower castle in honesty reminded him of the Soaring Fortress which held the greatest dengen wielders of the kingdom, though their depth was considerably different than one another. Soon the clatter of the armored boots vanished, replaced by heavy thuds upon less stiff ground. "Welcome ta the dungeons your highness." The Hunter cackled as the two men tossed him into a poorly dug out room. It was clear that in their haste the Hunters were unable to dig so swiftly as to be able to place stones down upon their floor, after all the hallway itself was embellished only by rotten roots and loose soil. "It's rubbish ta put a thief in 'ere buh I suppose a man in your condition'd be sittin tight any way." The Hunter laughed, turning away from the fallen king to exit the room. Soon a young woman approached him however, her hands were small, suiting for the task he required of her, but it appeared to the Silver King that this was not indeed the doctor who's care he would live upon. Instead he found himself starring at a woman who was not so brave to show her eyes for more than a second to meet his own, dressed in a gown suited more for the cleaning ladies of the castle. "M-my king..." She began, uttering the words no more loudly than a mouse. "Y-you have word of Lady Issemenna?" The frightful girl, covered in stains of filth and dirt managed to spurt out. A short moment passed as the man began to gather his thoughs, along side his breath, recalling faintly the woman with which he now spoke. "My daughter? I'm afraid I know not of her fate." Lucheston replied, standing on shaky legs with the slight support of the crude wall. "You are?...." He began, staring at her as one might a word they had not seen in years and had forgotten it's meaning. "You are her lady in waiting...yes?" 
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 8:53 pm
Elle couldn't believe she was in the presence of the king. She'd spent years in the castle and only ever saw him from a distance. How could she interact with someone so far above her? But she had to know if the princess had made it out alright. "Yes." She said quietly. The title still felt strange to say. "She managed to escape, but...." She closed her eyes, trying to keep herself calm. But this was all too much. "Every day she remains unfound, Skyron grows angrier. He's been demanding allegiance of everyone and killing those who refuse." She stifled a sob. It took all her strength to remain standing there. She waned so badly to hide in the corner. She knew it was only a matter of time before they remembered who she was and her part in the future queen's escape. She'd be executed for treason immediately, if not tortured first.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 9:58 pm
• Zanza Dambala • ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ± ((Enter)) Upon stepping off the docked ship she forced the men to mutiny upon, bodies full of wounds fell off board and into the sea, where as she continued to walk bare footed into the streets of the kingdom. A smirk hidden by her cowl as her shadow began to grow larger. Soon heads of troll and goblin kin began to rise up and riot amongst the townsfolk. "Go my kin, time we remind them what fear was like..." Zanza broke out in a dark laughter as she continued to walk down the streets. When the authorities tried to stop her in her tracks, she would raise her right hand to her head, to cause distortion in the thoughts of those who dare oppose her. While the guards drop to their knees, holding their heads as though someone just whacked them with a steel pipe, the female Troll continued down her path. The riot and spread further in, sights passed her of the innocent fleeing, getting murdered, heck even the uncalled for. But it was finally the start of her revenge...Of her reckoning. Zanza was tired of seeing her kin being treated as second class, being bought off like some kind of scum, to become slaves. Well no more, She is starting something so big, something everyone would remember, something to remind the human race why they should be feared! Her rage boiling inside her, without realizing it, her spin spiked out of her back in an offensive mode, letting out a pleased groan from the slight pain it caused her, yet the thrill excited her so much. ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 10:33 pm
Safira De'Garr Safira shook her head, frustrated with their situation. "I've never met a more finicky people." She said under her breath. "They praise a man so much they put him on the throne, then throw him to the curb in favor of a handsome face." She shook her head. The new king was indeed handsome, but it was a handsome she knew well and hated. His was the face of a man who expected the world on a platter.
Safira took a swig of her drink just as a chaos erupted outside. She frowned, putting down her drink and moving to the door. The melee seemed to be driven by....Trolls. Safira cursed loudly, turning back to the Count. "I'm afraid they've started without us."
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:33 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count sat in his chair sipping his drink and drumming his fingers. "and now they know the gravity of the mistake they made when throwing Lucheston from the throne. When he rises again they will not make the same error." He said as the riot erupted. The Count sighed hearing Safira's remark about the people rioting. He didn't need to look to hear the trolls. The Count quickly finished his drink and stood with his hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword as he walked to the door and looked around.
"This will pose a large problem..." He said bluntly. " if they succeed our job then becomes much harder." The Count drew his sword and raised it to the sky. Within a few moment dark storm clouds began to form. Then the Count realized something he had not seen. This was not a problem, it was a solution. They needed a firm way to make the people see their side was stronger then the hunters. What he saw was that it was only the goblins and trolls attacking, the people hid and searched for any cover they could find. "Safira, I need you to go to the castle as quietly as you can. I will remain down here and try to force back the trolls. Should I fail and they reach Lucheston, do not let them past you. The trolls are not attacking for any reason other then to make a statement, they will kill who they want. Just trust me and go..."
The Count pointed his sword at a troll as lightning struck and killed it. "Do not let them get to Lucheston, he is to important, if he falls we have no one to put on the throne in the place of Skyron." With those words the Count moved away from her and began attacking the trolls. Though he was only one man, when surrounded, his motions seemed so fluid that some could only describe the sight as a storm of swords and blood. It was clear that he had moved from Safira in order to draw the trolls out of her direction. That would make things easier for her in regards to reaching the prison with Lucheston.
The Count eventually made his way through the ranks of the trolls leaving those who passed for the city guards to fight. The trolls held skill far less then his but their numbers were far greater. By the time he reached Zanza he was tired and had a few cut and bruises. Nothing major. Upon sight of her is was clear to see she lead them. "Why! Why are you doing this!" He demanded and answer, it was not a question. He would not accept silence. He was going to get an answer no matter what he had to do. "Look at the innocents your kind are harming!" He had been careful not to call the trolls 'things', no one ever liked it when someone called them things.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 12:13 am
Nine1122 • Zanza Dambala •± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ± Soon it began to rain, at first lightly, then a heavy down pour. Zanza at first smirked, feeling the cool rain hit her skin, to cool her off from the hotness and sweat from all this beautiful slaughter. however, she did take great notice of the slack in her kin because of such rain. now her kind hid behind her while goblins cackle as they rose up out of her shadow, thrashing their arms as the sight of the count came to be. Opening her eyes, and lowering her arms, she simply looked over the form who dared stand in her way. "Like the innocents of my own? How you humans take want you want all in the name of your king? for your place high in royalty or for the sakes of politics?" She then took a step forward whereas her people stayed behind cheering her own. "Humans have been at our throats for many a years...Killing innocent children even by birth, to the elderly....my kind was forced in the outskirts in hopes to appease your kind, but even then, humans destroyed our homes, killing off our beloved and taking our homes!" Zanza finally came face to face with the obvious tired out count. She stood oddly taller than he, being what she is, and placed her green right hand under his chin and raised his head to face her as she looked down to him with her cold eyes. "So you can only imagine the pain and sorrow I had to endure, even when a Human failed at attempting to rape me as a child....I lost everything....Now I will take back what was once my home....I will take the beloved ones from your kind and rule all lands....." She then shoved him away from her as she turned back to head toward her kin with her smirk before turning back to the count once distance was between them once again. "I will let you live if you choose to step aside.....But continue your foolish feeling of righteous duty....And I will kill you....I refuse to acknowledge the human ways of leadership....." Zanza started but trailed off. She was right in her own way. The way of humans was confusing in which the female troll refused to understand Because these king and queens or dukes....They took her land because of their greedy needs....When once upon a time they left her kin alone in harmony, what ever happened to this treaty?....Like she had suspected all this time....They would betray their promise and allow greed to over come them..... ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 12:30 am
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Skyron is not my King and I can understand why you are doing this, but I know you will fail." The Count readied his sword. "I give you only one more chance, leave with your kind, save yourself before you failure here sets in motion events that would lead to the downfall of your race. I promise nothing but I give you my word, if you leave now, I will speak with the rightful King and request he form a new treaty to protect you kind." The Count was to the point. He had enough strength in him to finish a fight but if he did fight and won he would not be able to defeat the rest of the trolls. He figured making himself seem stronger would help his position, but deep down he knew it would not just as he knew she would fail. Electricity began humming of his blade. "If you do not accept my terms I will have no choice but to strike you down. Please, just go...." The Count did not want to kill someone who could later prove an asset once Skyron was put back on the throne but he would.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 12:58 am
• Zanza Dambala •± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ± As her clothes began to hug at her green skin, hair becoming heavy with rain continuing to pour. Zanza felt ill to her stomach by the sounds of the human tongue. She whispered to her kin and native language before turning back to the count. She was more than intrigued by his choice of words, even liked the idea of a new treaty, however she still wanted to spill blood on those who had killed her kin. Even as they speak her shadow opened a path for her kin to invade other cities to terrorize. However, just as one of her kin growled, taking a step forward of a dominate act, she raised her hand to stop him, she leaned toward the figure and whispered to call of the attacks, she had a better plan instead. Appalled but scared to defy her right of her role of leadership, he back down and went to pass on the word. But not letting the human know, she went to lead him on. "And what, I should just trust your word?....How do i know you're not a thieving lyre like the rest of your kin hm?" She raised her voice enough for him to hear her. Before realizing he began to make the move of the offense, she then began to undress herself. Allowing her wet clothes to fall to the ground below as where her naked skin should be, bones began to emerge in a defensive armor, where as a blade began to slowly extend at her right knuckles. However, with the sight of electricity and the sight of his sword drawn, Zanza quickly reacted by sinking into her own shadow and reappearing in the counts shadow, once she was once again in front of him, she quickly, bent low, motioning her right leg out and swiped the counts leg in a tripping motion, only to stand up once again, just in time to stab the count in his left mid shoulder, and pinning him to the mud below. She slowly then, mounted her self over him, and lowered herself so that she was face to face with the human. "I will take up on your treaty......But betray my kin again....And it wont be your shoulder I stab....." She replied to his request again before retracting her bone blade, heck even her bone armor to leave her nude once again. Zanza then stood up off of the count and offered him her hand to help him stand. "Take me to your...superior so we can settle this feud....yes?" She finally stated awaiting to see his reaction. He probably didn't appreciate the fact that she stabbed him, but he had it coming, she didn't take kindly to threats. ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 8:21 am
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count listened to her speak and noticed clearly she didn't like what he had done with his sword. Then she was gone, then she was back and a massive pain ripped through his shoulder. He found himself pinned to the ground. She continued to speak and he continued to listen. The pain was nothing he had not felt before but it would prove a problem for him if he was going to get in another fight. He let out no scream when she stabbed him, he only clenched his teeth. "I give you my work I will talk to him, but I can not promise he will agree. He does seem like a man who would be willing to make peace though." The Count said as he used he hand to stand. His left arm now hanging limp.
When Zanza told him to take her to Lucheston he looked towards the castle. "Sadly I am unable to do that. As part of our plan to take over we sold him to Skyron. The plan was that he would be able to sway the guards and we would sway the people. Then when we attack it is everyone against the hunters and their king. It ensures less deaths on our end. But stick around, help us if you want, until we lead the rebellion, Skyron will rule and he probably doesn't care for your troubles after your attack." The count looked at her. "But first, put on some clothes..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 9:09 am
Safira De'Garr Safira followed him out, but was waylaid by people running and those trolls chasing after them. She shouldered her way through the throng, doing her best to keep out of the troll's notice. She noticed the Count speaking to one that appeared to be the leader. What are you doing? She thought, confused. But there was no time to stop and ask. She continued on to the castle. The guards, made up of Hunters, Silver Knights, and Silver Knight replacements fought back against the trolls. She noticed one trying particularly hard to hold his place. The troll against him was large, as they all were, but they couldn't get the better of him. She watched as he buried the blade of his sword in the creature's stomach, ending the battle.
"Well done." She said, walking up to him. The man turned to face her, raising his sword. She held her hands up in surrender. "I come in peace." She said quickly. "I just want to make sure my investment is secure." The man frowned, taking in her appearance. A realization dawned on his face, as well as fury. "That 'investment' is a king." He said angrily. "And a damn better king than the one you're making a deal with." Safira raised an eyebrow. It was dangerous to speak such a way in front of someone he thought to be loyal to the false king. Dangerous, and perhaps a bit brave. "What's you name?" She asked. He frowned, confused. "Mikal." He replied. She smiled. "Well, Mikal, not everything is as it looks. Your king can fill in the details for you, but we haven't the time now." As she spoke, she didn't notice a troll coming up behind them. She knew something was wrong as Mikal's eyes widened. She turned around just as the troll swung it's blade in an arc. Mikal grabbed her arm to drag her back, but it wasn't far enough. She caught the outward swing of the blade across her stomach, falling backward. Mikal reacted quickly, grabbing her under her arms and dragging her back. Another Silver Knight jumped into the fray in their place. She watched the Knight take on the guard for a few moments until the world went dark.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 2:12 pm
• Zanza Dambala •± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ± After hearing the agreement being accomplished, she waved her hand in front of his face as to dismiss his continued conversation. "Not my problem, I simply came, made my place known, and will take my leave...." She snapped back, still frustrated to the face that she didn't get her plenty share of blood shed. The fact she even dare go against her original plan and simply desolate the human race....well...it was simply frustrating. Even to the fact that one man she remembered encountering at the Grand port...The white hair and tan skin, the Degen Master.. Her body became flustered to the thought of such a man, and was a bit disappointed he did not aid her in her conquest. However, her lust for him vanished went he Human asked for her to draw up clothes over her naked body. In this reaction, she smirked to him and moved closer. "In my old Country, tis natural for all to be nude. So does my body offend you eh?" She teased with a light laughter. One of her soldiers scooped up her rags of clothing and went to hand them to her, in the process, she re-dressed in her wet clothing, which provided little use for, being that they were wet, and clung to her green skin body. It was no different from being naked at this point, but perhaps it provided some closure for these humans. Perhaps they are what most call; Never-Nude? Whatever the case, she allowed her kin to sink back into the shadow to retreat for now...in the mean time, she walked a bit past the man remembering his earlier complaint. "I will help you in this quest to over throw a tyrant. You are slowly gaining my respect.....Lead the way...Count..."She turned back to face the Count with her scared lip hidden once again. ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
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