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 Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:41 am
"You ask why do I not talk much?"_______←« _____ ←« ____ ←« ___ ←« __ ←« _____"...Because there is nothing to say."Rath
------------  It was dark. Everything around was completely void of any light. The scent of death lingered and filled the air, making breathing troublesome. Drops of water hitting the ground were the only sounds that could be heard. Rath opened his eyes. The looming feeling of loneliness fell upon him. The rest of the room was completely devoid of life. The nomad staggered to his feet, unsure of why it was so much harder to do than it should be. He reached out and clasped what felt like cold, steel bars. He took a step and the splash of water echoed. He took another and slowly pulled himself passed the bars.
He could not see. He could only stagger along, barely able to hold himself up. He was in pain; pain that seemed to have come from nowhere. He felt for a wall, and found it. It was cold and made of stone. Rath continued on slowly. Eventually, he was able to see light up ahead. Booming vibrations were heard and felt. As Rath reached the end of the hallway, light finally lit the area, if only dimly. He was in the castle. He remained quiet and listened. Shouts mixed with occasional explosions were coming from outside. Now that he knew where to go, Rath made his way to the nearest balcony and looked out at the city of Eyris. His eyes instantly widened.
Soldiers, many of them, were marching toward the city. They bore the colors of black and red, and carried ominous flags that blew in the wind. Mordache was attacking Eyris. Up on the hill outside the city sat the wreckage of what used to be Fefga Manor. Nearby, the Mordache commanders stood, watching with pleasure as their forces made their way forward. At the back, the Baroness of Mordache herself, Charolais, was seated upon the finest steed of the country. On both sides of her was a head on a pole. On the right was the head of Crow, Rath’s personal spy. On the left was the head of Deborah. The Baroness laughed sinisterly at the sight of her army.
Learania’s defenses were reacting to the oncoming Mordacheans, but there was another problem. Within the city, bandits from Sentria had already infiltrated and were wreaking havoc. The brigands ran rampant through the city streets, cutting down anybody they came across. Not even the siege firing from the walls had been able to stop the riff raff from getting in. The catapults were launching boulders left and right onto the oncoming Mordacheans. Boltings and Meteors soared through the skies toward the enemy, as Eclipse spells came from the other side. Learanian archers scurried on the walls, firing volley after volley, for it to look as if it had no affect on the enemy numbers at all. Captains Needles and Arashe ran about, shouting off orders. The male sniper let loose arrows of his own. Suddenly, dark magic rang down over the two captains. The male looked up at the last second, but could not get away.
Inside the city, soldiers and guild members alike fought back against the bandits with their full might. A red-headed sniper fought alongside a woman with pink hair and an eye patch. The sniper let loose arrow after arrow, while the other woman defended her against any brigands that managed to get too close. Suddenly, a bandit jumped down from a window. The two women looked up at the last second, only to see an axe coming toward them.
Two swordsmen fought back to back. One had a fancy hat and the other had the blackest hair imaginable, resembling the Hero Shento’s. Brigands came at them and they held the axe wielders off. A woman then appeared, armed with a poleax. Her sinister smile instilled fear into the hearts of many men. She ran at the two and fought both at once. However, they were not as skilled as she was. First one fell and then the other. Pleased by the victory, the red-haired bandit woman chose to delight herself by taking her axe and chopping at the fallen swordsmen’s groin.
The Watch was also fighting back, fiercely. Bandits began to swarm them, but they did not falter. Only one Watch member hit the ground after the first wave, a soldier with light green hair. The second wave wasted no time in showing up. Commander Ghis and the others were soon surrounded. A black bandit stepped forward from the crowd and ordered the bandits to charge. A halberdier ran out recklessly at the black bandit and their weapons met. Slowly, the Watch members began to fall until there was only the commander was left, surrounded by the dead bodies of bandits as well as his companions. An angry mage with red hair looked up in fear as one he had thought to be a friend held a blade at his throat. The black bandit paced around the still living commander. Their blades clashed only once more before the commander fell to the ground.
A couple ran through the street; the hostmaster and his wife, the crew member, Amelia. The general held her child in her arms as the couple ran desperately towards the castle. They stopped only momentarily as Amelia shed a tear at seeing the dead body of Renault. A female bishop lay motionless beside him. Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of them. Only one of them was dressed like a jester, but both pulled out daggers. They charged at the couple and the child was shielded. The jester’s laughter rang out.
Elsewhere, a girl ran down the street. It was covered with dead bandits and soldiers. In her hand, she carried a book for tactics. As she ran, she stopped and knelt down beside two people she seemed to recognize. A boy with brown hair that was in a pony tail dressed in green was being covered by a shorter girl. Blood covered their bodies. They did not move. The girl bit her lip, and then kept running. She ran and ran until she heard the crying of a little girl. She ran over to where the crying was and saw a little girl with the reddest of hair on her knees, simply bawling. The girl ran over and clutched the child tightly. She looked beside the child and saw the lifeless body of a boy dressed in purple that resembled her greatly. She looked forward to see a boy with auburn hair and a broad sword fighting against a blonde swordsman who had his own broad sword. The two clashed blades over and over, but the boy began to tire out. As the boy lost his balance, the bandit plunged his blade forward. The boy fell back and hit the ground. The girl could see his lifeless eyes and tears escaped. The blonde swordsman then slowly walked over and looked down on the girl and her child. He raised his sword and the girl moved to block the child. The sword came swiftly down.
Citizens ran for their lives, passed the hostess club, which was now demolished from enemy siege magic. A horseman in purple armor held out his blade at approaching brigands, as he shielded a shopkeeper that was important to him. A green-haired druid looked around, eyes wide. Another green-haired boy called out to him, and ran. But then he stopped, staggered a little, and fell to the ground as blood leaked from his body. An arrow was in his back. The druid became enraged and looked to see who had fired the arrow. A blonde warrior stood, pulling back another arrow to fire at the druid. Darkness shortly erupted in the middle of street… only to die down and never rise up again.
At the castle gate, Ayra held off the bandits well. Her fierceness drove the brigands back at every wave. However, as they came again, a small child ran out of the castle, crying for her mother. Ayra’s eyes grew wide as the child was snatched up by a brigand. She charged and sliced the bandit’s head clean off. As she looked around, she found that she had been surrounded. She held her blade with one hand, and shielded the child with another. The bandits rushed in, and blood splattered.
In the skies, there was also a battle going on. Learania’s wyvern brigade soared out, in all their might. However, the sky soon become filled with dark figures, indescribable to the eye, for it was something that had never before been seen. And not all of the wyverns were friendly. Among the enemy flew a white wyvern, ridden by a man in a white mask. The Guard’s commander flew out and met him in intense battle. As the man passed the commander after a clash of weapons, he spotted a red-headed wyvern rider who was intently felling the enemies in the sky. He flew over and swooped down at her, weapon at the ready. The girl looked up and saw him, but was too slow to get out of the way. She and wyvern fell out of the sky, ramming into an untransformed female raven along the way. A Pegasus knight, a member of the Watch, saw this and charged at the man. The wyvern lord dodged the blow and commanded his wyvern to scrape the woman from her mount with its claws. The Pegasus would go to her rescue… but would be too slow. The commander flew at the man in a newly found rage and they clashed over and over in what seemed to be an ever-lasting battle between evenly matched people. But then the man threw an axe. It was easily dodged, but then it came back from behind the commander. She never saw it coming. That last thing she saw was the man’s unmasked face.
A Fire Dragon also was in the sky, blasting fire at all enemies he came upon. He attacked ferociously, but that also drew attention to him. Enemies of the sky began to cover him like fleas, until nothing more of the dragon could be seen. They swarmed around for a while, and then flew off, leaving the dragon to fall and crash into the streets of Eyris. His lover ran out to him with tears in his eyes, screaming his name over and over. He leaped toward the fallen dragon and hugged it as tears streamed down. Bandits began to surround the bard, but he was not alone. A crimson-haired swordsman, accompanied by a dancer and a woman sage in black stood between the bandits and the two lovers. They all fought fiercely, but the numbers became too much. Close by, a snake-like woman bit into the flesh of a brigand as a man of a reptile race supported her. The dragon falling had caused the bandits to head to that spot, to see if it had perished. The guild members could not prevail.
In other parts of the sky, Tibarn and Heath flew about, killing off all enemies they came upon. The hawk king looked and saw the Baroness sitting calmly. He motioned for Heath to get his back, and the two soared toward the leader of Mordache. The two got dangerously close, but right before the tip of lance and talon was about to pierce the Baroness, she let out a powerful blast of darkness that consumed the two crew members whole.
The battle was going downhill. Mordache had breached the city and began to handle the bandit’s leftovers. However, Learania was not done yet. As the gates fell, a stampede of Learania’s cavalry stomped down on the Mordachean soldiers. Along with the cavalry, a group of laguz, along with one chimera, led by Skrimir, charged at the enemy. Leading the cavalry was the dame knight herself, Isadora, accompanied by a horselord with hair that was a questionable shade of green. They put up a decent fight, and killed many Mordacheans. Twin cat laguz complimented each other as they tore through man flesh. Even a tiger was among the fighting laguz. However, there was no wolf- the only wolf in the city lay dead somewhere in the streets, a tome still in his hands. And though the soldiers and guild members fought bravely, it was clear this was only a final charge of valor.
At the north gate, a young female nomad called out to her father. He looked, but could not hear her. A Learanian soldier struggled to get her on a horse, but eventually managed to hold her in place. Tears poured out as the girl turned around, screaming over and over for her father, who was being left behind in the madness. The soldier lashed the reins of the horse and it galloped out of the north gate, and toward the freedom that Adliana held for the daughter of the captain.
Rath shook his head at the things he saw. He couldn’t believe it, it was impossible to take in. Everyone… they were dying right before him. Rath took a step back, unable to watch anymore. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his gut. He looked down to see the tips of lances sticking out of him. His eyes grew wide as he turned around, slowly. He tried to take a step, but fell to the ground. Blood… his own blood began to create a pool beneath him. His sight began to fade, as he heard the sound somebody approaching. A sinister laughter rang out in the room, and the last thing Rath saw before passing was the bottom of a black gown.
Rath flew up and sat on his bed. He was breathing hard and was sweating profusely. His eyes were wide and filled with horror. He looked over at the bed next to him and saw his daughter, Sue, sleeping peacefully. He had no woken her. Rath got out of bed and went to sit over at the table by the window. He tried to pour himself a cup of cold nomadic tea, but his shaking hands made it impossible. He set the pitcher back down covered his face with his hands. He tried to calm himself down by breathing deeply. Beneath his hands droplets of water leaked out and hit the table below. He kept telling himself over and over that it was only a dream. It was only a dream. It was only a dream.
But the whole thing seemed so real. Not only had he heard the screams of agony, but he smelled the death, and felt the pain he experienced. Everyone was dying. He saw them as clearly as he had seen his sleeping daughter just a moment ago. And through the entirety of the dream… he was unable to do anything at all. That was one of the most horrifying things.
As the guild captain tried to pull himself together, a man suddenly appeared at the window of his bedroom. Rath looked up to see Crow, perched in the stone opening. The darkness of the room hid the weariness of his face from his spy. “C-Crow… What is it? …Why are you here?”
The spy sensed the unusual manner of the captain’s speech, but didn’t linger on it. If something was truly wrong, he would have been aware. He answered Rath quietly. “…I have urgent news. The rest of the crew are being called to the conference room. I will explain, there.” In the blink of an eye, the spy was gone. Rath never had a chance to respond.
“…” Rath didn’t know what to make of this report that was supposedly so important that all the crew had to be informed together. But, if he had to go, then he would just have to pull himself together. He looked over again at his daughter, and then sighed. Without a word or sound Rath put on the rest of his clothing, stood up and walked over to the door, then left the room. He had a meeting to attend.
He made his way into the conference room and took his seat at the head of the long table. He looked around and saw that the rest of the crew was already there. He looked over at Crow, anxious to know what was going on. “Since we’re all here, Crow, would you mind telling us why we had to be awoken at this hour of the morning…?”
Crow shut his eyes and nodded, then stared blankly at the ground. He would not look at the captain or the crew while giving his message. They were the leaders of the country; he was a simply spy. “We have received a message from Mordache. They have issued a formal declaration of war upon Learania…”
Silence fell upon the room. Rath stared at crow, then down at the table in front of him. Flashes of his dream began to fly through his mind. He raised a hand and held his head, trying to stop the scenes from showing themselves. Finally, they stopped. Rath’s focus returned to the room. “…I feared this day would come… …” Rath closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Perhaps a sense of failure had hit him hard. But on the other hand, there was nothing that could have been done. This was bound to happen one day. There was no time to dwell on how this happened. They were now in a way, and they had to act quickly. There was no doubt that Mordache would be on the move, perhaps even as they spoke. Rath opened his eyes and grew a stern expression. “Send word to Pentheus. They must be warned. As Learania’s largest port city, they have the best chance of holding off Mordache’s naval force until ships can arrive from Arajudia and Sires.” Rath looked over to Crow who was now looking at him out of the corner of his eye. The spy’s mouth was slightly open as if he had more to say. “….What is it, Crow?”
The spy glanced about nervously. He wasn’t quite sure how to say what he needed to. “It’s Pentheus, Captain… Pentheus… in gone.” He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the ground. “It was attacked by bandits a few hours ago and it fell to them. We are not just at war with Mordache. This is Sentria’s way of declaring war, too…”
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Guild Captain "The future remains most uncertain, Nino."_____
»→ __»→ ___»→ ____»→ _____»→_______ "...But if this is your wish, then so it shall be."
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 12:23 pm
Isadora was skimming through her final report about the Estarcian incident and the Fire Emblem. She was pulling another late night work, fulfilling works of those who were too lazy to do so. This was sometimes an usual business to the paladin.
The Dame Knight looked up from her note and scanned the room around her. As usual, she saw Heath, Ayra, and Nils in the conference room. As for the new faces, Amelia and Skrimir, it would take a while for the paladin to adjust. She was proud that Amelia was promoted to crew due to her great work. She couldn't be happier then her boyfriend, Renault was. As for Skrimir.... Well, the paladin had recently met him. She heard that Rath had promoted him after having a conversation with Tibarn, a retired crew member. What skills and talents did Skrimir had? The paladin was unsure, but she guessed she would have to see his actions through this meeting.
Earlier while working on her papers, a strange man entered her office and requested a crew meeting. After hearing that the man was a hired spy from Rath, the paladin obliged and sent message to the crew. So now she waited for the captain to come.
She wasn't sure what this meeting would be about. However, if the man claimed that it was urgent for them to hear, then what other choice did she had.
At last, Rath entered the room and sat at the head of the meeting. Now it was time to hear what the news was. After a few minutes of hearing the news, a dark grim fell onto her face.
"Mordache is declaring war on us?" Isadora questioned. She didn't understand. Why would Mordache declare war on them?
"Do you have any information why Mordache is declaring war on us?" Isadora questioned Crow. "On what ground is it that we offend them?"
Suddenly, she heard Rath spoke. She turned and looked at the nomad surprisingly. He knew that Mordache was about to attack them? Since when did he know? If the Rath knew about this, he should have informed them months ago. What secrets was the nomad not informing them?
She then listened to Rath giving instruction to defend Learania, only to be end his instruction by questioning the spy. The paladin turned her attention back to the spy and heard the terrible news. Her insides began to drop even lower.
"No..." Isadora spoke softly. Not only were they about to go into war with Mordache, but Sentria too? Did it had something to do with the battle she and the troops entered during Halloween season? She thought that she and the troops kept it quiet when they entered Sentria. If Sentria's declaration was related to the Halloween incident, then she couldn't help but feel guilty. She couldn't deny that they trespassed the desert country without their permission and caused a battle. But how were they to keep it quiet when their own citizen, an innnocent child, was in Sentria with the kidnapper?
Somehow, this was starting to act like Estarcia incident all over again; except this time, it was Learania that was being attacked and ten times worse. She had no idea what Mordache's goal was and she had no idea which cities the Sentrian would be attacking.
Isadora turned to Rath again. There was concern in her eyes. "Rath, what are we going to do?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 2:57 pm
 "You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" {Amelia}It was a rather peaceful night, actually. Aisen was sleeping soundly for the first time in weeks. Rhys was deeply asleep in the bedroom, resting after a long, difficult day at work. Work at a hospital, in healing multiple patients over the day, was always testing, but today had been particularly difficult. Amelia was glad to know he was resting in bed now, especially given how prone he was to falling ill.
She knew she probably should have been sleeping, but she was instead on the lawn outside of Fefga's. Her old training dummy was a bit dusty, but all of it was sent flying in puffs of grey as Amelia moved with her lance, bashing and striking with as much ferocity as she could muster.
Even out of training, the dummy took a considerable beating. Her muscles appreciated the work-out, singing as her legs flew across the grass, surprisingly speedy for a General of her caliber, arms whirling the lance around her, parrying invisible strikes before sweeping a powerful blow with the head of the lance. White stuffing bled out onto the grass, leaving Amelia standing on the lawn, panting.
Amelia leaned on her lance, trying to catch her breath. Sometimes insomnia pays off, I suppose...
She paused, ears twitching. Was that a footstep? No... no, it was nighttime. There were animals everywhere. Sure enough, another slight cracking noise sounded out, and when Amelia whirled in its direction, she saw instead an owl perched on a nearby tree. "Whew... just a--augh!" Amelia leaped back as she turned, and instead of seeing the 'dead' dummy, she saw a dark-clothed boy standing before her, without any warning or indication of his approach.
"There is urgent news at the castle," the boy explained, wasting no time in formalities, or even in flowery speech. "All of the crew is to gather in the conference room. More information will be made available there." Amelia leaned against her spear, trying not to show her own surprise. There had been meetings called before--not many to her experience, becoming crew had only happened so recently and she still was trying to grasp what exactly it was she was supposed to do, especially given her involvement with the Watch...
The boy gave Amelia a short glance over. "I will give you a few minutes to change."
She paused, looked down. Oh right, the armor. "Of course. Just... just a minute!"
The boy waited quite patiently in the main doorway as Amelia bustled around as silently as possible, removing all of her armor and donning more appropriate clothing for a private meeting of the crew. She wrote a brief note for Rhys, leaving it on his nightstand: "Urgent Crew meeting. Make sure to check on Aisen for me if you wake up before I get back. Love you. -Amelia"
The trip to the castle took less time than Amelia would have expected; he had ridden a horse there, and though the General still had to wonder how he managed to get the horse there without her noticing, it didn't really matter in the long run. Someone else took care of the horse while the boy went with her to the meeting room.
"Thank you, ah..."
The boy quietly entered the room. "Crow."
"...Crow." Amelia followed him in, looking uncertainly at the other crew members before slowly assuming her own seat. They didn't even waste any time; as soon as Rath was seated and spoke up, Crow issued the news, not looking at anyone as he did so.
Mordache has issued a formal declaration of war upon Learania.
"But why? Did we insult them somehow? I didn't think we were friends, but... not that Mordache wanted this...." Amelia ran one hand down her face, rubbing her left temple. She was tired all of a sudden. How late was it? Three in the morning? Maybe? She had no idea. The boy was speaking up again, and at this Amelia nearly flinched right out of her seat.
Pentheus gone. Mordache declaring war. Sentria declaring war.
"This is a joke, right? This is some twisted practical joke. Who's behind this?" Amelia ran a hand through her hair, releasing a long, strained breath. Someone had a sick sense of humor. Look, Amelia's become a crew member! Time to launch the biggest crisis to befall Learania since the arrival of the morphs that took over their entire government!
"Is there anything we can do besides fight back? And what is it with Learania being such a hot spot for wars being fought? Does everything in the world just hate us? Goddess..." Amelia cradled her head in her hands for a minute, trying to gather her frazzled thoughts. War. War was coming. She hadn't even considered a war of this magnitude since Magvel, and they'd been fighting half the time against non-human opponents and a decidedly not-human villain.
"Is there any way we can make some kind of reparations with Sentria before things escalate out of control? Or Mordache? I don't know if we can even afford to fight back against two countries at once," Amelia muttered, lifting her head so she would still be understandable. {Graceful Spear}  "What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 11:27 pm
 Tibarn was already in a Bad ******** Mood. While he may not have been Crew, he still expected the respect a king demands, and he was not at all pleased when told, after his wife was roused from their bed in the middle of the night, that he was not privy to the reason for it.
Unfortunately, no one had ever told Tibarn not to kill the messenger. Said messenger, a guard inside the castle, had been fortunate to receive only a shiner and fat lip after he attempted to keep Tibarn from following his wife to the meeting.
He now sat comfortably in a chair with a more narrow back than the others, which he had convinced a carpenter to carve out to be more comfortable for his wings. With each fresh addition of dire news, the Hawk King's brow furrowed further.
"I doubt it, Amelia," he murmured at last. "From what I understand, Sentria... doesn't have a government. It's just a lot of bandit groups, and they all kinda defer to the biggest one. Mordache probably gave them a decent offer, which leaves us facing an army of unknown size, and probably more bandits than we can deal with. As for Mordache... I'm not quite sure. But I somehow doubt they're willing to compro--" His statement was broken by a long yawn, from which he failed to pick it back up.
"... Uff. First thing to do is send a large force to Pentheus, before they can use it to launch more attacks. In any case, Captain, perhaps you can enlighten the rest of us. Why, exactly, did you expect that this would happen?" He arched a brow, watching the Nomad carefully.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 4:23 pm
 Skrimir really did not know what the hell to do. He really didn't know why he was here at all, or how, or why so suddenly he was considered 'crew' in the first place. Was it because he was a Prince, elsewhere? Because the Hawk King had spoken to the nomad man? In honesty, the vague explanation he'd been offered hadn't stuck in his brain and because of that sitting in this room with all of these people was... awkward. To say the least.
Point of dark news followed point of dark news. He didn't know the history of Learania, or of Mordache, or of Sentria... he snarled, eyes whipping over the map he had been handed by a servant boy. He'd desperately wanted to give the whelp a bruise to match his own bruised ego, but it seemed as if the Hawk King himself had done enough abuse to the staff already for one night.
Night. His hair was still lopsided and snarled, and he was sure his eyes had ten thousand pounds of sand in them. It was unclear if his temper was enhanced or sedated from lack of sleep, even to himself.
Skrimir let out an enormous open-mouthed yawn, displaying sharp teeth that lingered even in his humanoid form. The sound was loud enough to quiet most of the other people, and when he recovered, the entire company was staring at him, even Rath, who had been about to speak.
Skrimir wasn't daunted. In a sick way, he was almost glad of the trouble: it meant activity, which he craved. But he'd known the Goddess war, back in his home lands. And he'd learned better of at least one of his follies back then.
"Nice of them to attack all at once, to gang two-to-one," he snarled darkly. "I do not know well yet of Mordache and this bandit nation, but I do know that Sentria is exactly that. If what you tell me is the truth, they're gutless thieves down to the last man."
His chair creaked under the weight as he shifted. It hadn't been built for one of his massive size. It probably did not help that he slumped, drowsy. He had the nagging suspicion he had put on his shirt incorrectly in the late hour and the dark. It itched fiercely.
"I don't know about your nations and your squabbles, but Morcache is of soldiers, and Sentria is of thieves. I know those. Thieves don't work with soldiers, don't take orders or wait for soldiers to act. If they're speaking to each other and not competing in their fight, this is no coincidence."
His knuckles cracked.
"I'll crush them both all the same. But underhanded tricks and cheating tactics, I could do without those."
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 12:23 pm
We're part of a story, part of a tale... ... Sometimes beautiful, sometimes insane... ♫ ◄NILS► ♫
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It was just too late. Nils would have preferred to still be asleep, to still be curled up under the blankets in the house that he and his husband FD shared, but that wasn't possible at the moment. Something important must have happened if the crew was assembled in the middle of the night, opposed to waiting until morning. The sleepy bard rubbed his eyes, swinging his legs out anxiously while he sat in his chair. With a quick glance around the room, he could see that the rest of the crew was present, as well as Tibarn. He didn't bother to question the hawk's presence; besides, before he could even formulate what to say, the one who had summoned him here in the first place spoke.
Nils could only widen his eyes with shock as the news fell upon his ears. Mordache and Sentria declaring war? It all seemed so insane. Then again, it's not. The bard thought, clenching his knees with his hands. A lot has happened to us. It'd be simply adding to the ever-growing pile. He exhaled quietly, his eyes flickering from person to person. Pentheus was gone due to Sentria, and Mordache had the intentions to attack.
Though he hated to think about it, Learania was in danger.
". . . How and when are we going to alert the citizens about this? We can't just keep them in the dark." He was hesitant to speak at all; he could have gone through the entire meeting without saying a single word if he wanted to. But he was genuinely concerned about this. After all, a sudden attack and an even-more sudden declaration of war would startle anyone, as proven in the very room he was sitting in.
◘══════════════════◘ ... No one remembers how it began...
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 8:44 pm
"You ask why do I not talk much?"_______←« _____ ←« ____ ←« ___ ←« __ ←« _____"...Because there is nothing to say."Rath
------------ Rath remained quiet as the crew... and Tibarn, whom Rath allowed to stay... talked amongst each other. Isadora asked what they should do, Amelia replied and questioned if there was any way they could make reparations, Tibarn replied confirming that doing so was doubtful. Skrimir showed his obvious disapproval of the double-team. Nils, characteristically, was concerned with the citizenry and wanted to know how they would be taken care of. Tibarn asked the hardest question of all.
"..." He looked at Tibarn sharply, then down at the table. "I suppose there's no real reason to hide it, anymore." Rath shut his eyes and began to explain. "Most of you can recall that I left the country two autumns ago. During that time, I traveled the the entire mainland." He opened his eyes for a brief moment. "The.. entire... mainland." He shut them again. "First, I went to Adliana, where I spent a large majority of my time away. I met Songhua and the elders there and established relations. Once I left there, I traveled to Estarcia. I did not meet any figureheads, for I was only passing through. From there, I went... to Mordache. I infiltrated the castle, and learned many things. One of them being that the Baroness was employing the mercenary, Siegell. It was also there that I broke Captain Deborah out of prison. I requested her not to speak a word of our being there, and she agreed. From there, we passed through the desert undetected, until meeting with that boy, Abel, and showed up at the battle with the heroes last year." He opened his eyes but remained looking at the table. "...So now you know. But my reason for telling you that, is because that is how I know that Siegell is working for Mordache. He was behind the breakout at the asylum last autumn, he then showed up at the tower in the desert, where Mordache forces were also spotted, and then this past spring he was the one behind the attacks in Adliana. Mordache is targeting Learania. They have been for a while. Until now, the Baroness has just been acting in secret."
Crow chimed in for a moment to add clarification. "The Sentrians said that we would pay for invading their lands..."
"Then Skrimir is correct. Sentria is being manipulated. The Baroness is covering her tracks by making us look guilty of invading." Rath tightened his fist. "...When they were also there, probably with the same goal of stopping Razevi from returning. I don't know why they target us, or what they want... but as acting Captain, I will not allow them to defeat us."
Rath looked over to Crow, a serious demeanor having restored itself upon him. "Awaken Commander Vaida... cautiously... and the other captains as well. Have them prepare the troops for mobilization. After that, have guards send out a proclamation that all guild members are being asked to give service to their guild and country by fighting with our soldiers in the battles to come." Crow lowered his head to signify his understanding. Rath blinked once, and the boy had gone.
The captain then looked down at the map that had been provided. "As Tibarn said, we need to send a force to Pentheus. It is imperative that it be retaken. Without it, our naval defense is greatly lacking. Captain Deborah has been to the city before. She and Captain Needles will take a force there and retake it. Their teamwork in Estarcia last winter was wonderful.
Arajudia will also be a target. It is now our first line of naval defense, and we must protect it. We will send Captains Arashe and Valter to ensure it remains in our control. They can get our ships into position and hold off the enemy, until ships from Sires can arrive to help.
Speaking of Sires, that is another city we must keep in our control. I want one of us to go there.. somebody I know can make sure the city is prepared. Ayra. She will take a force and make her way there.
As for Commander Vaida, she will take the wyvern brigade and scour the land in search of any bandits that may have already moved on passed Pentheus."
Rath looked over to Amelia. "Amelia, you will stay at the capital. As the crew who works with the Watch, you will ensure that they are prepared to face anything that might make its way to the capital." He then looked over at Heath and Skrimir. "Heath, Skrimir, you will also stay at the capital. However, I want you both prepared to mobilize if there should be a need to send out more troops. We cannot send out all our armies and leave the capital empty." Finally, Rath looked to Isadora and Nils. "You two will stay at the capital, as well. If there is a need to, you will help defend it. Otherwise, just try to keep the citizens calm and safe."
One more look around the room was given by Rath. "We will not lose this war. I will not let that happen. Even if I have to die to ensure victory. ...Dismissed. We have much work to do. I have no doubt that our enemy is on the move."
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Guild Captain "The future remains most uncertain, Nino."_____
»→ __»→ ___»→ ____»→ _____»→_______ "...But if this is your wish, then so it shall be."
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 9:03 pm
"Hear ye, hear ye! All guild members are being called to help the fight in the war against Mordache and Sentria! Hear ye, hear ye..."
-------------------- Ah, another guild member! Come on, come on, hop to it! The crew want anybody who's volunteering to fight to get ready as quickly as possible and join one of the armies heading out. And Commander Vaida's not one for waiting, either! ...Hm? What do you mean you don't know which to join?! Aw geeze... okay, I'll give you the rundown! Essentially... Captains Deborah and Needles are going to Pentheus. Captains Arashe and Valter are going to Arajudia. The crew member Ayra is going to Sires. Commander Vaida is going to patrol the countryside and make sure the villages are all safe. ..So go ahead! Choose one, already! ...Now, come on, don't make me repeat all of that again, I was rather plain and right out about it. You decide which army you want to travel with. ..Got one yet...? Good! Now hurry up, before you miss your chance to go at all! One of the duties of the Guild is to help protect Learania, is it not? Alright then, let's go! --------------------
Note: You can choose where your character is at the start of the event. Your character does not have to start at at Eyris. Just be prepared with a plausible reason for why the character would be anywhere else.
(EX: Your character lives there, your character was traveling there for something, etc.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:11 pm
He just stood there, waving goodbye.
Then it hit him. Everyone needed a shower. "Guys... We need to shower. But we can't use all the hot water before Rath gets back, we have to leave some for him. So I propose... A group shower. No homo."
Heath wondered if the batch that left had used all of the hot water... That would be spiteful. "So guys, who's with me? 'Cause no offense, but we're dirty. A lot."
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