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Post by Fears of the dark on Oct 6, 2009 4:01:50 GMT -6
The prosperous continent proudly known to all as Balrenia is run by three leaders known as the triad. Together, they are the rulers of Balrenia, and would even protect it with their own lives. The current times call for desperate measures, though. Vanatilos, a neighboring continent has been making advances on the peaceful continent, and some breaking the peaceful Balrenia laws. The crimes these intruders made went unpunished, though, as Balrenia law was not the same as Vantilos law, so they shipped the trouble-makers back, only to catch them over and over, committing the same offenses. Finally, Balrenia could take no more, and they locked the trouble-makers in jail cells. They called out each day for their rights, but their cries went completely unheard. But, while Balrenia went easy on their trespassers, Vantilos did not. They killed each and every intruder, indiscriminately. In Vantilos, if you weren't a citizen, you weren't welcome there.
It's been 48 years since Balrenia began jailing trespassers, and the tension between the two continents has escalated to the point where war is not only possible, but it is inevitable and close. The triad has begun paying mercenaries better to complete special tasks for them. Rumors have even stated that the triad are debating using their secret weapons. The very weapons that they locked away so long ago... So long ago that nobody really knows that those weapons are anymore or if they were even real to begin with.
*The current triads' names are Evan Shrikius, Tahaal Investul, Kiresta Marino.
*The current King and Queen of Vantilos are King Chestani Rochiard, Queen Riv Rochiard, with their only princess being the lovely Uelu Rochiard, and her betrothed, Lord Ein DeRadric.
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Post by Vector on Oct 10, 2009 4:20:04 GMT -6
Law Rithand lay on the stone "bed" of his cell, a subtle grin across his face even while he sleeps. He awakes to an unceremonious clanging on the bars of his unfurnished home. Sitting up and resting his back against the stone wall behind him, he looks at the guard through those bars with a smile that had grown noticeably since he'd awoken. The armed and armored guard, on the other hand, contrasts with a scowl that tells Law everything he needs to know: This guard tried to catch him before. The poor sap.
"Hey, you thieving rat," said the guard. "You got a visitor." Just as the thought crosses Law's mind that some vengeful father or someone similar may have come for him, in walks a rather highly dressed young man that he's never seen before. More importantly, in Law Rithand's mind, the guard actually walks away and right up the steps out of the prison's cell block.
The sly grin grows yet again as Law moves to sit more upright. This guy certainly seems to deserve this inmate's attention. "Mr. Rithand, your reported crimes against Balrenian law have put you in a terrible, but well deserved situation. Stealing from a continent of which you have no citizenship is heinous and could very well-"
"Do you have a point or are you only here to wake me up so that you can put me back to sleep?" Law interrupts, once again leaning back against the wall, his smile almost gone due to the so far pointlessness of this visit. The guest blinks and clears his throat, obviously annoyed or offended in some way, as if Law should care. "While I personally disagree with my orders and believe you should be kept here or in a more fortified prison indefinitely, those above me are offering you amnesty."
"Amnesty?" Law's eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitch upward at the same time. "Please, go on. I would love to hear all about this."
The visitor's distaste for him seems to grow by the second. He almost looks to be in pain from delivering this message. "I cannot tell you who or why you are being offered this chance. Neither can I tell you what you will have to do in exchange for this gift of mercy. In the case of most of that information, even I was not permitted to be told. All I can tell you, rat, is that someone very important needs your particular..." He almost chokes on the next word as his face shows pure disgust. "Talents... for something very important, itself. Apparently so important they would let a moral-free purloiner walk free in our streets."
By now, the incarcerated larcenist's smile had completely returned from when he had almost lost it in boredom. He stands and walks straight up to the bars, apparently scaring his guest enough for the man to take a step back. "Sure," he answers. "I'll do some rich bastard's dirty work if it means getting to take a nice nap in the sun again."
"Hmm. Right then. I'll go have you released," he says before walking away. He returns with the guard shortly afterward, both men seeming beyond reluctant to be doing what they are doing. After leading Law up the stairs, a man looking to be a Captain of the guard approaches him with a similar scowl to those he's been treated with the entire morning. "I have been informed that with your release, we are not permitted to hold any of your belongings that are not proven to be stolen from Balrenia. So anything you have gotten your filthy hands on before plaguing our land with your presence is in this box," the Captain informs him, nodding to relatively small crate sitting on a nearby desk. Law chuckles as he opens the box up and begins putting his things back where he wants them, including even his beautiful daggers. "Come now, my man. You make it sound like I'm infamous. I'm in no way some kind of legend so please tone down the melodramatics."
The Captain's frown deepens and he grumbles angrily as he turns and walks away. Law finishes collecting his possessions and allows the guard and his visitor to walk him out of the front door. The nearly noon-time sunlight is a bit jarring to his eyes at first, but the smile remains. The guard, thankful to be finished with his job, leaves the two and returns to inside. "You will come with me," the reluctant savior demands. "I must take you to meet the person that sent me for you." Without waiting for any sort of response, the man begins walking. "And I must warn you," he adds. "If you do not follow me as instructed, then you'll die."
Law starts to chuckle, but stops short. Something about the tone of this young man's tone tells him that he's not bluffing. "Ah, well. I think I'd like to thank whoever got me outta' there anyway." His trademark grin stapled to his face, Law Rithand slips his hands into his pockets and follows in kind, happy to be free and apparently employed.
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Post by Fears of the dark on Oct 10, 2009 19:48:35 GMT -6
This day was as pleasant as most in Balrenia. The sky was nearly bare of clouds, and the brightest blue imaginable. The water flowed pleasantly, the flowers danced with the gentle gusts that calmly blew by, and the sun shined gloriously down on the heads of Balrenia's people. Among those people were Saphyre and her men. Her physical beauty was rivaled by few, as she had long honey-gold hair, icy blue eyes, and a sun-kiss'd tan. Upon her shoulders was a long, thick, dark green cloak. The cloak was held clasped at the top of her left shoulder by a broach with a lion's head on it, and the cloak hid any apparel she had on underneath it, making it look as though she wore only a cloak. It seemed as though they were being escorted to the triad's castle by a tall man, whom they followed closely. He had a dark tan and wore a dark purple and white getup.
"Saph, I'm hungry. Do you have any pastries left?" questioned a man in the group. His eyes were brown, and his hair was messy blond. He had a large green cloak on, too, and same as Saphyre, it hid his apparel.
"Only one... And since it's the last one, it's gonna cost you extra..." she replied greedily, as she slipped her right hand through the slit on the left side of her cloak and pulled it to her right, revealing her entire body. She had on a floppy pair of dark brown boots, gloves, and belt, with attatched sword hilt. And, while it appeared her accessories were brown, she wore a black tube-top and matching mini-skirt, the only mismatched item being her sword. The sword in the hilt attatched to her belt shined a brilliant rustless silver, crafted by a fine blacksmith with black leather on its' handle.
"Gah! Saph..! Why you gotta do this to me all the time?" complained the man as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few golden coins. He delivered them to Saphyre's open palm and happily retrieved his purchase. A tasty pastry baked by Saphyre herself, delicious, flaky pan, filled with raspberry cream. He didn't hestitate or spare the tasty treat a few more moments of life. He devoured it in under a minute and licked his fingers clean. "That hit the spot. Thanks, Saph."
Saphyre slid the coins into a small compartment in her belt and continued without a reply. Her eyes were back in front of her, as they entered the town surrounding the triads' palace. This town was called triad's town, and the castle triad's castle, both for obvious reasons. No crimes were commited in this town, only peaceful citizens and those summoned were allowed to enter. This town was full of both upper-class and lower-class sitizens who lived in harmony, and treated each other with respect. Saphyre followed closely behind her escort but couldn't help letting her eyes wander. This was the second time she had been here, and it seemed just as friendly as it had when she was younger. She remembered travelling with her mother and father through the city, even getting lost and seperated from her parents. That memory frightened her, and was why she stuck so close to the escort. She kept her eyes on his back and followed him to the entrance of the castle where he stopped.
"Cross this bridge... Just beyond the first hall, you will meet a guard. You will offer him your weapons and he will lead you to a chamber deep within where you will wait until the others arrive... Once the last entrant enters the room, you will all wait. My master bids you welcome, and has a feast upon one of the tables. You are welcome to whine, as well. Please, do not stray inside the castle. You are welcome only in the chamber where the guard leads you to. Now, go," he instructed.
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Post by Void on Oct 15, 2009 1:54:34 GMT -6
Omiron started his day just like any other day. Suited up and ready for a long day of work, he kisses his wife, and heads out the door. When he arrives at the jail, a man dressed unusually fancy awaits his arrival, along with another guard.
"And... Who might you be?" Omiron was severely confused. Today, he was supposed to be the only one tending the cells.
"Ah yes. Well, you see..." the overly dressed man started. "The Triad needed to see specifically you, for a meeting, you see. I simply have someone to watch the cells in your stead for today."
"Alright... Any idea what this meeting is about?"
"Not in the slightest, I'm afraid."
"Alright fine... You gonna be my escort or what? It's not like I've been to Triad Castle in a while."
"I intended to. So, if you are ready, we can depart any time."
Without any delay, Omiron and his guide set out for this mysterious "meeting" at Triad Castle.
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Post by JaySonic on Oct 29, 2009 8:30:41 GMT -6
Tarrant sat in his cell and listened to the "thieving rat's" conversation with the well-dressed timid man, and while his smarmy 'i'm better than you' voice made him think it would be very nice to kill him, he had to admit he smirked at the "wake me up to put me back to sleep" line. "Just for that," he thought, "maybe if I ever get the chance to kill him i'll make it painless. It was funny." The guard that had brought the thieving rat's guest walked past his cell and, making it look like he threw his hands up in anger at the inmate, tossed a key through the bars right into Tarrant's lap. "Thank you." He said under his breath as he stood up and palmed the key. He leaned against the bars and waited for the sound of the doors of this particular prison block closing to let him know it was safe to unlock his cell and leave, which he did.
Nobody else was in this block today except for him and another prisoner, exactly like the guard had said it would be. Also the other guard normally stationed here had conveniently been called away, making his job that much easier. He strolled down the aisle of basically cages that these criminals were forced to serve time in and laughed because he'd been in much worse.
Tarrant stopped in front of the only other occupied cell, unlocked it, stepped in and looked at the man he had been hired to kill. A rather young man actually, could not be more than 25, short blond hair, medium build, supposedly leaking national secrets to Vantilos and given Balrenia's rapidly rising disgust for it's neighboring country, that was highly unacceptable, and alot of money was paid to Tarrant to end his life.
The boy laying on his rundown, prison bed didn't even turn his head to speak to him, obviously thinking him to be a guard.
"Just leave my food at the door guard. It's not like I'm going to eat it anyway. It tastes like manure. Hell it probably is."
The mercenary chuckled at the snide remark softly, and then kicked a corner of the bed so hard it nearly spun around in the air, instead landing sideways and dumping it's contents on the floor. The boy cowered on the ground and mustered all the courage he could to glare at Tarrant but his own glare was enough to shut that thought down and send him skittering to the back of the cell.
"Wh-wh-who are y-you? What d-do you want?"
Tarrant, already wasting more time than he wanted to with this job, didn't mince any words.
"I'm mercenary Tarrant, i've been sent here to execute you for the crime of telling Belrenian government secrets to Vantilos."
He began to walk towards the boy, already smirking at the thought of the kill. He pressed himself even closer to the wall in a vain attempt to escape and began crying hysterically.
"What!? I-I don't know w-what....i mean. Th-that's why i'm in here! They c-can't kill m-me! I'm already s-serving a sentence!"
"Balrenia doesn't think this is a proper punishment anymore."
"What!?! I*ack*!!" Tarrant wrapped one of his hands around the boy's throat easily. All this chatter was annoying him. He just wanted him dead so he could leave. He had other things to do.
"Enough talking. Make your peace with your god." Tears erupted from the boy's eyes and he soiled himself. Tarrant took that as his final act and squeezed the boy's neck tightly, put his other hand on his head and jerked it violently from left to right twice, reveling in the sound of the vertebrae in his neck snapping and shattering. He let go and the corpse dropped to it's knees, at which point he grabbed it's head again and twisted it to make sure, breaking more bones in the process, and kicked it into the corner to be discovered later.
He watched the body twitch for the last time and left the cell. He walked to the prison block door and knocked twice. The guard opened the door, looked at Tarrant and glanced behind him, then held out his hand.
"Is it done?" He quietly asked him. Tarrant put a bag of coin in his hand and nodded his head.
"Good. I'll escort you out then. Let's go."
He grabbed Tarrant's arm and started walking. While he was being led out Tarrant thought about where he was going next. He was almost set for life with the payment that the Triad gave him for just that easy job they called a "test of his skills." He couldn't wait to get to the Triad's castle so they could tell him how much he would get paid for the hard stuff.
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Post by Fears of the dark on Sept 7, 2010 12:08:07 GMT -6
Saphyre and her crew walked rather clumsily over the bridge and into the castle. She looked up as they entered, taking note of just how large this castle really was. Although the castle was made of sturdy enough stone, she shivered at the idea of it crubling down on them. Worried that she might jinx the thought, she quickly diverted her eyes to something more innocent. The paintings that adorned the walls on the way to the chamber. She carefully noted the detail in some of the more intriquate paintings, noting that there were three people that appeared to showcase in each picture, aside from others.
"Saph, look. The guard," said the boy whom she gave the treat to. His name was Rese, and he was the youngest in the group. He was among the second to notice the man standing at the end of the hallway, but the first to speak of it. As if the guard took this as his cue, he began speaking to them.
"You are welcomed, guests. Right this way, please," he said almost merrily. He turned on his heel and led them to the room the first guard spoke of. Inside there were two tables, salted with food and beverage. Saphyre couldn't help but eye the tables herself. She as well as the rest of her group hovered to the long oakwood tables.
The small faction she belonged to had five members, and she was the only girl among them. This group consisted of her, Rese, Lep, Dirk, and Evan. Lep was the leader of their small fourman and a girl squad(Saphyre complained and threw fits when it was called a fiveman group), and he was normally quiet and somewhat distant. Rese was young and dumb, similar to Saphyre, but he was no pushover, being gifted with intelligence. Dirk was a kind, heavyset man, who wielded an axe, or even any large weapon he could get his hands on. Finally, Evan was very thin, and excelled in speed, using daggers for just about everything. Saphyre had her strengths, but she was more of a balanced fighter, best used for support in just about anything.
Not sure if they were the first in the room, she didn't bother looking anywhere but at the tables. Finally a decent meal that she didn't have to cook. As if she would pass this up. She obliviously began gathering plates for her men, and shortly after, began filling her plate.
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