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 Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:02 am
Oban as well began to blush, seeming frozen in place as Menna kissed him upon the cheek. It was a true rarity for him indeed, and for what felt to him like hours he stood there, not knowing what to do. Fortunately, not seconds later, Gashrious arose from the hidden passage.
"Come now young lord Oban, we mustn't keep the lady awake long into the depths of night, and we must hurry to catch up to your caravan." The priest stated, though he was unaware of the events that had taken place. He was certain however that with how long he had needed to take rest that the two had discussed their ploys at least.
"Y-yes Sir Gashrious, you're right." Oban stammered. Seeming to collect his former self the prince then gave a low bow to the young lady. "I look forward to meeting again." He smiled,before sliding beneath the frame of her bed after a moment's pass.
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Once the two had returned to the hidden road leading back to the church, Oban turned to Gashrious, his mind only just returning to something other than the occurrences within the chamber.
"Do you wish for me to carry you back the way to your home?" The kind prince offered. "I know it was difficult for you to make your way here after all." Seeming to think his offer over, the priest shook his head, a fowl look entering his features.
"You insult me. We are making way down hill this whole time, and I have had my rest you see. If you wanted to make such an offer you should have done so upon our rise to the tower." He chuckled, "Now let us make some haste, for your party has ridden out of this city just hours ago, and we may be able to catch them at their camp yet. How it would worry the King of Garnoff if his heir did not return." The priest finished, prodding the young man in the back with his finger.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:58 am
 She smiled as Gashrious moved up to usher Oban out of the room. With a short wave she returned to bed, climbing under the covers. She didn't lay awake for long afterward. When she did fall asleep she dreamed of weddings.
It was early the next morning as Verity and Nanette came up to help her dress. Menna moved through everything half-heartedly. She was exhausted and trying not to show it. If her father saw he would be suspicious. She wasn't sure if Skyron and the queen knew about what had happened. She thought about it while her ladies in waiting helped her dress. They talked about what dresses to pack. More importantly, at least in their eyes, what dress she would wear to the wedding. There was no time for one to be made. "Have my mother's refitted." She said quietly. She didn't know what the two thought about it, as they remained quiet.
Trunks were brought in and filled. Once filled they were moved to the foyer, waiting to be put on a wagon. The party would be traveling via horse and carriage. Menna only hoped that there would be separate carriages for king and princess.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 1:32 pm
"I believe today will hold much happiness this morning my lady." Sir Gashrious commented, spotting the princess from afar. The man was tired, as he suspected Menna herself of being, but the difference between his appearance when exhausted and that of the average man's was that his own lack of energy faded with the wrinkles upon his face. Gashrious made slow progress approaching the young woman, for he had been awake, and roaming for far later than the lady herself. Oban too may have been feeling similar to the elder man, for it was indeed a long night for two riders to catch up to the camp before it's departure at dawn. The tiresome journey up the tower of the princess's quarters was also quite taxing upon his old frame, leaving the priest as energetic as a troll laying about in the sun.
"Lord Oban is with his family, and they make way to Garnoff the glowing city a day's ride ahead." The priest commented, wary that the hand maidens not here his words. "You will accompany me within a small caravan ahead of Grand King Doko's, so that you may ready yourself and that we will begin the ceremony as the great king arrives." With a wink, the priest turned to make way down the long stone halls, braving the steps once more and heading for the groups of carts which he spoke of.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 4:06 pm
Menna smiled at the older man. She could see how tired he was in the way he moved, although his face didn't show it. Not that many people took notice of him. He was a relic of an older time, one that most didn't try to remember. She sighed with relief when he said Doko would be traveling in a different caravan. Menna was used to seeing very little of her father throughout the week and she feared the wedding would change that. But he was probably dredging up the exact terms of whatever deal he planned on making with Lucheston.
She followed Gashrious to the caravan. It was simpler than Doko's, but still royal looking. "Do you think this will work?" She asked quietly. "Rokan knows there was someone in my room last night." She didn't know what her father would do if he found out, if he would do anything. He had a twisted sense of morals.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:42 pm
"Be at ease, I'm certain that the assassin's words reflect their meaning, for he sees no benefit in lying in your presence. Unless he spoke Oban's name, I assure you that you have not yet been compromised." The wise priest spoke his promise. He was not present to hear the passed words to an exact, but he had spoken with the young lord previously before his departure. The elder man was certain that the assassin would have proceeded in a timely manner to awake the grand king, speaking of what he had seen, and preventing the peaceful departure of the morning after.
For now all that the priest worried about was the cooperation of Lucheston, for although the man was wise, as most well knew, he was also honorable and may refuse their ploy. Aside from this the only thought that occupied his mind as he stepped into their escorted caravan, was of receiving a good rest as they made way towards Garnoff. The city was not so crowded that day, or perhaps the citizens were merely frightened at the presence of so many Black Diamond Knights, stomping about with ominous loyalty. The buildings about the castle still rose quite high however, and though many would crumble beneath their sight as they rode through the less fortunate portions of the city, they would eventually find themselves passing the skyward reaching walls of the Tyrant's Fortress.
Sitting upon a rather comfortable cushion and wiggling about to make himself at ease, the priest began to sleep, exhaustion taking his eyes and clasping them shut.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 5:18 pm
Menna was put at ease by Gashrious's words. While he might have lied to soothe her nerves, his logic was sound. Rokan would have rushed to her father and told him the whole truth, which would have caused chaos. But what if he had told Doko about her supposed lover?"Do you think he would have told the Grand King what he thought happened?" She asked. She wasn't quite sure what his father would do about that. His own romantic life was mysterious and no doubt dissolute. She got in the same carriage as the priest. Being a holy man, and not considered a threat by anyone, there was nothing really improper with the two of them riding together.
Menna shook her head, smiling as Gashrious fell asleep. She leaned her head against the wall of the carriage, staring out the window. With a long trip in front of them and a sleeping partner, she was stuck with her own thoughts. The upcoming nuptials made up the most of her thoughts. Would Lucheston agree to their ploy? Would Skyron? What about the queen? Even she favored her taller son. Was making this entire plot just to satisfy Lucheston really a good idea?
Except if Lucheston was as wise as everyone said he was and he'd chosen Oban as his heir, than it had to be the right choice. The Silver Knights were already on his side. And she'd seen firsthand the power of an army so loyal to their king. If things did end in war with Dokoro, that kind of loyalty would be necessary.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 4:28 pm
 "Priest Gashrious...where do you...believe he is?" Doko asked of the former knight. His boots scrapped against the table top, leaving bits of dirt about the decorative cloth. Staring up at the Tyrant King were fourteen men. They included his three of his four Dread Knights the highest in rank among his army, two elder men who were quite knowledgeable in the art of war, a single man from the abyssal library, two men of the provisions expertise, four of the armory, two lords who had sworn their oaths of loyalty long ago...and Gashrious, the only priest known to serve royalty within the city. "I know not where your dark weapon resides Grand King Doko." Sir Gashrious spoke, his deep red brown robes shifting slightly as he spoke. Apparently angered at this statement, King Doko then turned to those of the Dread Knights. "Where is he!" His voice jumped to quite a high volume so quickly that even the lords of oath had flinched, a well known talent King Lotrius held. "We as well are uncertain." Obsidus replied, the Dread known by his underlings as the "dragon". Obsidus's features not once flinched under the gaze of his king, for to move in such a manner was to show weakness. Not a single lock of his grey tinged brown hair fluttered with the intinsity of the man's voice, and all that the bulky man would offer in return was to scratch at his thin beard with his iron plated hand. "Rokan left the night before we set out for Garnoff, and I need his Cerberus Pack to set Aroch against Tenzonokit! So someone better have a premonition or I'll be wrapping a rope around your neck myself by noon!" Doko's furry seemed to ease then, his words settling into the weak of heart from the moment they left his mouth. A calm appearance now resting upon his features, the Grand King then stepped down from his perch upon the war table, landing lightly on his feet. With one last look around the occupants of the room, he then spoke far more softly. "Well I suppose this is a sign that you value your breathes far less than I had though." Doko Lotrius chuckled. Suddenly the room's occupants bolted from their chairs, a few tipping over entirely in haste, for none doubted the king's threat. When the dust had finally settled, the area once more spacious without the presence of his underlings, only few remained within the meeting halls. Obsidus, his fellow Dreads Zenuth as well as Mordin, the Tyrant himself...and Gashrious. The Dread Knights feared no death, and would never lie to their king, and thus were unaffected by the threat of death...Gashrious on the other hand seemed more likely to remove himself from the room than to remain in his king's presence. "Why are you...still here..." Doko asked, grinding his heel into the stone floor as he turned, spitting his words as if his mouth was filled with stale air. "My Grand King....I am not only so old that death could occur before you could hang me....but I too was once a Dread Knight, and even now I can take on those three knuckleheads over there without breaking a sweat. Though you are my king...you cannot scare me with death." The priest smiled, as did the Tyrant, both laughing a bit at the words though perhaps for differing reasons. "Well I'm certain your wife must feel the same..." Doko proclaimed, still chuckling as he pat the elder man upon the back, leaving the room for his bed chambers. The words struck Gashrious with a critical blow...for he had not though of such a horrid action...what a fool he was to expect anything less from the knoxing Grand King...
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 11:23 am
 Kataleia was more than just slightly confused about all the things that had happened ever since the visit of those foreign royals. She was but a humble knight whose duty mostly consisted of catching criminals and hunting down people for her masters so politics was about the same as one of those math books the scholars liked so much to her. It was probably a great art, but it was most certainly above her. She just wished there was anything for her to do to serve the lords of her city.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 7:42 pm
Obsidus, Dread knight of the greatest warrior army in all of Dokoro, stood before the men of the Black Diamond Knights to speak. His voice boomed over the crowd to carry to the farthest scoundrel which could call themselves a trained soldier of the Tyrant's city. Even his thick locks of brown hair seemed to shutter to the sound of his call.
"Knights of the Grand City Dokoro!" the Dragon roared. "I call upon you in the name of the king, for we have a task at hand! Find Rokan Tartanius, the assassin of the Dread. Find his Cerberus Pack and deliver their presence to the Grand King Doko!" He commanded to his soldiers. Their goal was ultimately to inform Rokan and his Pack of their orders to carry out Doko's plans for Aroch, but first they would need to find Rokan, for the assassin had not shown his face since Menna's departure.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 3:28 am
 ☆Kå† Ä¥åmå☆ The Striped Demon As Kat made her daily rounds, she entered the city of Dokoro. She found it to be a waste of her time, but stealing things here was one of her favorite things to do, even if there was the horrible danger of getting caught. While wondering the streets, her ears caught a few things. I wonder who this Rokan guy is.. she thought with a smirk, as she observed the Dragon who was yelling. "Everyone in this city yells..." she chuckled to herself. With her tail upright, Kat began to leave the presence of all these knights. Being around so many of them made her nervous, and last time she was here, she'd almost gotten caught. She couldn't help but laugh at some of the knights though. They served a b*****d, even if they accepted that or not. Kat had never met this 'Grand King Doko', but she figured that his name was enough to make one laugh. She padded on the streets on all fours, searching for the right home or person, and the right moment to strike it. Being a thief wasn't easy, but it kept her stomach full. She waited for someone to pass by that would have her interested, hopefully carrying some bread or something she could eat.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 2:03 pm
Rokan Tartanius"Grand King Doko...." The peasant stuttered, holding a pigeon in one hand as he adjusted the rope belt he'd dawned that day with the other. Stairing back at him was a tyrant king, firmly set upon a throne crafted from the gold of towns he'd burned, villages he'd raided, and castles that he had torn down to ruble. It was vary suiting, for the overly embellished item covered with red cloths of kingdoms as far away as Azaria was often cold, but like it's king could become very heated in a matter of seconds. "What is it?" King Doko Lotrius asked of his citizen, his tone calm and welcoming, his expression that of disgust. It was no secret after all that the tyrant disliked peasants. "I-I bring word-d of Rokan..." He shivered. The sound of a blade passing over skin arose from the man's body, the poor lowlife falling flat upon his face....crushing the pigeon that he had held within the palms of his hand. His blood began to pour from a gash, which appeared to dip into his right lung, creating a small red puddle though it was lost upon the large read carpet. Something else had changed with the man as well, and as the remaining portion of the rope returned to it's original limb exterior, a new figure approached the throne. "I too have word of the assassin my lord." Rokan chuckled, taking a knee into the small bloody collection, to give a low bow to his lord. "The fool had taken my carrier for his own....my message was long delayed." The cold clever murderer announced so that the tyrant could here him clearly. Finally a smile emerged upon Doko's features, as the bleeding peasant lay motionless upon the floor, for the Grand King had been waiting for the arrival of his most treasured Dread Knight for many days. The plan against Aroch and Tenzonokit set in motion as Lotrius took hold of Garnoff's formidable forces. "You were the fastest to complete all of the training with the Black Diamond Knights....why now are you so slow?" Doko asked in a sarcastic manner. "Not so slow Grand King....I have prepared Aroch...to fall." The assassin reported.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 3:28 am
☆Kå† Ä¥åmå☆ The Striped Demon Kat's eyes continued to wonder, before she soon found herself near when Doko would be. She smirked, knowing that if she could steal something from the tyrant king and get away successfully, she'd get some respect. Kat's eyes lit up as she entered the Castle of Conquerors as saw what riches lay inside. She smirked. One little bit of gold was all she needed, and she'd be fed for a good two to three weeks. She'd need to be careful though, for being caught here wasn't really something that she wanted to go through. As she padded silently through the castle, Kat's eyes shined as she saw Doko's golden throne. She kept herself hidden, but Kat's eyes couldn't wander from the shine, until that was, she saw that pidgeon that the peasant had. She licked her lips as she saw blood spilled onto the red carpet. All she needed was that bird to eat, and something of value to sell so she could make some quick money. As she crept closer and closer, almost silently, Kat took notice of the king himself. He wasn't that glorious or noble looking to her. She snorted quietly as she listened to what was happening. Not that she cared, but that it was just interesting.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 7:28 pm
(Sorry that I'm being a bit slow, but I got a lot to take care of now that I'm back. I'll post here as soon as I can)
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 7:47 pm
Rokan TartaniusAs Rokan spoke his final statement, the doors to the Grand King's throne room flew wide open, crashing heavily against the walls behind them and shaking the remaining dust from the drapes as they did so. Approaching the group of men was a man clad in both the armor of a knight, and the deep red cloths of a Dengen Brawler. His name...was Mordin, the only man to obtain the title of Dengen Master from the Guild of Mastery in the north from Dokoro. Mordin had certainly earned the title, but for the fact that the kingdom had been within the iron grasp of a tyrant the guild had not placed the proclamation of mastery upon any within. For Mordin however, their fear was so great that they allowed their blessings to be placed upon the Dread Knight with all his ferocity. "My Grand King, word from Garnoff." His words flowed through the iron helm he wore constantly, which covered so much of his features that beneath the overhanging shadows few knew what manner his appearance held. "Lucheston and Oban have betrayed your trust my lord, and the Silver King had placed Oban as heir, but Skyron Sorrian denied him gathering the people's hearts, formed the Hunters, and took the throne for his own." Mordin reported his monotone in some manner displaying great variance with the weight of his words alone. "So Lucheston has corrupted our treaty of peace....though my daughter is still married to Skyron of course." Doko thought, surprisingly happy at the notion. "that alone is all that I require." "Sir...your daughter is no where to be found. It is said that she was placed in the dungeon for assisting with the plot." Mordin proclaimed boldly, though in truth a Dread night who feared no death could not be considered bold in the absence of fear. For a moment that passed like a cloud over the sky in it's pace, Doko seemed to stare into the distance out over the half rotting half thriving kingdom of Dokoro. A chuckle broke through the silence a moment later however. "So they are going to keep a quiet girl quiet?" He laughed, "Doesn't truly make much of a difference to withhold that which is absent does it?" Doko snickered, making jest at the intellect of his inferiors. "Ahh, this is perfect, now all that remains is Skyron, a young fool so easily pressed to make himself known as a true King." Placing a hand upon Rokan's shoulder as he walked past towards Mordin, the tyrant continued speaking of his glorious plot. "And of course, this makes it a simple matter to convince the young fool to guide me to Garnoff's Holy Ground, where the power I deserve shall flood into me like a thousand bolts of thunder...." The king raised his hands into the air, as the vision was displayed before his eyes within a daydream. His plans were working far more perfectly than he had thought, and once Aroch began it's assault, none would be capable of halting the Tyrant's advance to rule over the continent. "Send for a caravan to form, we will leave by the next morning!" He ordered, a pair of Black Diamond Knights rushing through the broad stone arches. *** As Sir Gashrious stood by, solemnly standing as the horrid word's of his precious Menna's fate reached his ear, it was nearly impossible for the elder man to hold back his tears. For years he had looked after her, for years he had protected her from the atrocities of this city, and for years he'd attempted to withhold the corruption of Dokoro from destroying her heart. Now not a week since he left her to a better fate among the Silver Knights of Garnoff, Gashrious was forced to accept that his little princess was still within harms way. Within the dungeons of Garnoff however...the priest could not save her.... "Knoxing....I'll shred every Dokolite this city can hold...every last one of these putrid scars on the face of this world...and you...her own father....I shall take your throat and throw it over the walls of this city, to show you what a true Dread Knight is made of." The elder Priest, and former Dread of the knights vowed with a whisper to cleanse the city of darkness. Soon, a rusted blade would become sharp once more...
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 4:46 am
☆Kå† Ä¥åmå☆ The Striped Demon Kat sighed. She'd just need to get something over with. Make a quick break for it, steal something and leave. She listened to what was going on and then smirked. "Awww there's a damsel in distress.." Kat chuckled, as her ears took notice to the conversation. "This place has horrible security...I've been here for a good while now." Kat thought to herself as she crept silently toward the throne room. She didn't feel like being caught, for she had memorized the laws of the city, but still, a girl had to do what a girl had to do. She listened to Doko's plan and sighed. How could one man think he was sooooo powerful? Kat's tail puffed upright as she heard the throne room door fly open. "More people?" she complained quietly. Her only option at the moment was to speed through and steal something. Kat made her move, quickly jumping out of her hiding place and running across the throne room. The demon sprung off of the ground, and used the tyrant king's head for a boost. She made enough distance in the air to grab one of the banners from one of the pillars with her mouth. Kat landed gracefully, and immediately dashed from the throne room. hopefully before anyone could comprehend what might have just happened. She didn't exactly get what she hoped, but she figured she could get a few bits for it. Kat continued to run, as she hoped that nobody's mind would be able to grasp what had just happened.
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