$apr1css
Page 2 of 2 FirstFirst 12
Results 11 to 18 of 18

Thread: The Fire Rises: Attack on Tylmerande

  1. #11
    Unleashed

    EXP: 92,057, Level: 13
    Level completed: 15%, EXP required for next Level: 11,943
    Level completed: 15%,
    EXP required for next Level: 11,943


    Shinsou Vaan Osiris's Avatar

    GP
    1,770
    AP
    0
    Name
    Shinsou Vaan Osiris
    Age
    31
    Race
    Telgradian
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Salvar

    View Profile
    If Storm Veritas had been wondering why Shinsou had placed so much faith in the young Hayate Amatsukami's abilities, the carnage that followed in those blurry seconds would have put paid to such questions.

    Quite simply, the young Akishiman had unleashed hell upon the remainder of the naval garrison. As furniture and weapons flew chaotically about the enclosed space, bones were broken and blood splattered over the ironwork flooring of the port authority's main base of operations, the Brotherhood's latest student cleared enough of a path for Shinsou and Storm to rush into action through Hayate's drag. One of the braver, surviving soldiers tried to anticipate the advancing pair's approach and darted from behind a pillar, military issue sword drawn, hoping to bring his blade to bear against the stomachs of his onrushing opponents. His feet pounded the metal grates underfoot and scattered the splattered gore in splashes all around.

    It was too late. The Telgradian, to Storm's right as they lashed forwards into the murky complex behind Hayate, had already sensed the man's presence and roared into action. Scooping Enpera from the ground with a quiet grunt and guiding it expertly into a powerful upward arc, the nameless soldier's head snapped back violently on contact, only a pitiful whimper escaping his lips. As Shinsou Vaan Osiris and Storm Veritas sprinted past him without a second thought, the soldier crashed to the floor, his long, matted black hair whipping the air about his head. A jagged crevice up the man's chest and neck was all that his courage had earned him.

    Ten meters ahead, to Storm's left, another soldier, this time a stocky female, held her nerve amongst the slaughter and attempted to dive at the electromancer's unprotected neck with a hunting knife. Needing slightly more focus to deal with the threat than Osiris, Storm twisted his lithe and finery swathed body just in time, pivoting on his heel and thrusting a palm towards the blade of the lethal dagger. His fearsome magnetism was more than enough to overpower the woman's control over the weapon and barely a second passed before the knife had turned and plunged deep into her smartly adorned abdomen. A pair of once bright, alert eyes that had gleamed beneath strands of golden blonde hair faded as a spurt of crimson stained her pristine blue uniform. Their last moments saw Storm Veritas's stern visage snarling back at them, the electromancer's creased face smattered with splashes of blood from the force of the brutal attack. The dying woman, carried by her own momentum, rolled carelessly over a fallen table, behind which some of Hayate's victims had clumped; a crimson pool forming below the face-down corpses.

    "More coming!" Yelled the Telgradian to Hayate ahead, and Storm to his left, as he sensed a dense cluster of life forces converging on their route out of the base. He knew that the hellacious racket and screams of the dying would have alerted every remaining soldier in the building, and now the only plan was to go route one. The garrison could be heard long before they came into sight. Their quick footsteps stomped heavily on the metal that blanketed every uneven surface in the base, the crunches of their booted feet upon the oily iron and the pounding of their breath upon the air the only signs of their existence. To the un-trained ear, it was as if the patter of raindrops had reached Tylmerande. To those present, it was the coming of death’s agents.

    Shinsou clung to the hilt of his sword tighter as the noises grew closer and closer. Knowing that their exit was cut off, and slowing their run, collectively, the trio patiently waited for the first attacks to come. This section of the base was the forwardmost part, the bulkhead before the entrance, but had a berth wide enough to accommodate an influx of soliders a hundred strong from two corridors either side. The light was poor and the growing number of audible steps, mixed with the rattling of arms, and above it all the tell-tale grunting as dozens of men flanked the trio told the Telgradian that they were badly outnumbered. Before Shinsou had even had a chance to respond, they were in view; the remainder of the men in the base appearing in perfect double rank formation. The lines of blue uniforms, their curved, polished sabres unsheathed, waited.

    Suddenly, the sound of a bowstring snapping panged through the air, and from an unseen part of the room a crossbow bolt thundered through the air and struck the Telgradian in his left shoulder. Shinsou recoiled immediately, face grimacing in agony as the iron missle carved though flesh and sinew, the head lodging itself near his collarbone. Through watering eyes, Osiris could now see the maddened eyes of the soldiers that advanced towards him, snorting and hissing clouds of white vapour.

    “Storm, Hayate, get down!” Shinsou seethed, almost screaming.

    Whatever Hayate, Storm or the soldiers had yelled in response was lost in the chaos.

    Behind the bleeding Shinsou, a few feet above the crest of his oaken hair, powerful arcane energies began to meld together in the ambient light of the base internals. Crashing tendrils of black and purple convulsed and converged around each other to form a portal of black and purple energy that stretched almost the entire breadth of the room. The sheer corrosive force of the dark magic chewed into the grimy brickwork either side of the Telgradian, opening up a massive semi-circle into each of the walls flanking him that left a whistling expanse of space where solid stone used to be.

    Storm Veritas, now familiar with the workings of Shinsou Vaan Osiris's dark magic, had witnessed the beginnings of Enpera Kurohitsugi before - but his expression instantly told that something was different. He had seen nothing from Shinsou on this scale before. The violence of the electrical activity, the throbbing of energy and the heat radiating from the spell was simply ravaging, full of anger and almost feral. Out of the black chasm that gaped behind him, protruding from the wall of marbled purple and jet, were almost countless lances of dark matter, a number far superior to what Veritas thought capable of his Telgradian counterpart. Shinsou’s mind raced. He tried to calculate through the pain the trajectories for killing his targets, consisting of about forty men. It would not be an easy feat, of that he was sure. But whatever the method, he had to do it now.

    Without even having to motion, Shinsou commanded the hellstorm of lances forwards. They shot out of the portal and wildly tore towards their intended recipients, forks of blue and purple electricity ripping at the masonry, pipes and iron around them and scorching everything confined within as they travelled. Through the electric trail of his powerful volley, Shinsou gave the base's final stand an incredulous stare.

    Die.

    ***

    Emerging from the concrete maw of the slaughtered naval garrison, a visibly perturbed Telgradian, flanked by the electromancer and his own understudy, made their way on foot back towards the centre of a now militarily deprived Tylmerande, where their horses had been left. The crossbow bolt had been removed from his shoulder, and Storm had graciously cauterized the wound using some of his most tame magic, but even a heavily controlled portion of his friend's ability had felt as if he had been stung by a Fallien scorpion.

    The quiet of the sun drenched townscape seemed completely at odds with the events of the last thirty minutes, given that they had just committed a small scale genocide at the port, although it would have been difficult for the townspeople to have heard much from within those thick concrete walls. The good news for the trio was that the threat of the other half of the garrison returning anytime soon was nil, given the interception distance from the phoney orders.

    "At worst," The Telgradian panted, rubbing his shoulder, "We have two days before-"

    Suddenly, a tingling sensation erupted within the pit of his stomach. It was then, as the sensation settled, that the swordsman felt it; a power that felt like a sudden burst of light amongst a gigantic sheet of seething icy shadow. It was faint at first, barely even registering in his gut, but became heavier quickly, as if approaching him at speed. Shinsou had felt that same power not too long ago.

    Vaeron?!

    As suddenly as the first power had, a second energy manifested within the range of Shinsou’s senses. This one he recognised instantly as it clashed against the first. It was bathed in electric red and felt as if a kiln of burning energy had overturned inside him. It wasn't human, but it was unmistakeable, and far more intense than he had ever remembered.

    Veridian...Vaeron and Veridian. If you two are here, where is...

    Everything was fuzzy around the edges. The amount of energy he had expended on his Enpera Kurohitsugi hadn't done him much good, but now something else crept up on the wily Telgradian. Images of her. Earlier, he had instructed both the men in his presence to be prepared for the inevitable kickback of their conquests; the time when their friends would take a stand against these perceived slights. But, ironically, not once had Shinsou considered the impact that all of this would have on his relationship with Philomel van der Aart, his closest friend, his lover; the one woman he...

    As the two energies grew closer to him to the point of being on top of him, Shinsou steeled himself and prepared to face the consequences of what he wrought.

    If you two are here, it can only be at her direction. If she has sent you here, then...
    Last edited by Shinsou Vaan Osiris; 09-26-2018 at 07:18 AM.

  2. #12
    Super Moderator

    EXP: 97,145, Level: 13
    Level completed: 52%, EXP required for next Level: 6,855
    Level completed: 52%,
    EXP required for next Level: 6,855


    Philomel's Avatar

    GP
    18,840
    AP
    0
    Name
    Philomel van der Aart (+ Veridian)
    Age
    30 (+10)
    Race
    Faun (+ Fox/Earth Spirit)
    Gender
    Female (+ Male)
    Location
    Corone

    View Profile
    Reaching the gate to the city was by no means an easy task. The scourge that was the Brotherhood army, encamped upon the hill and upon the great expanse east of Tylmerande meant that the path was not clear. With just the lonesome group of themselves, aiming to confront Shinsou vaan Osiris and his cronies peacefully, they needed to attempt to get through the gates but without causing disturbance. The question became clear in their mind - why would a group of individuals be riding into a city under siege? They would be noticed, assailed upon and questioned.

    Nine warrior women, a human mage and a humanoid fox were not enough to contend with a army that was at least a thousand strong. Even coming from the narrower areas where the Brotherhood was not - for instance via the forest where it barely grazed the city - all of it took careful planning. In the end they opted for the choice of swinging by the west, and following the shadow of the wall. Five of the Lily warriors remained in key positions upon the outside to continue to relay information back to the main army, who would by now be gathering together just behind the hill they had originally ascended from. They would be the emergency in case of dire need; able to abseil a tower or two and rescue Vaeron, Veridian and company, if the time needed.

    Thus, as as smaller group originally planned, they entered by the dreary commoners gate, which lay by the river, aka the sewer. Few considered it even a gate apparently, for there was hardly a road left, only mud. Quietly they managed to open the door, by way of one of the Lily warriors an expert lock-pick and began to squeeze within. It was only at this point when the sound of rapid hooves could be heard from behind them.

    Vaeron, who was halfway through the gate, swung his mighty war steed Megladon around, and yanked out his glorious indigo dagger. It glistened in the moonlight, and was joined shortly by five other blades singing. Horses reared and snorted, and fear lay in eyes for this sudden disturbance; however, the group would stand their ground until death. No matter what was coming, even if it were to be the entire Brotherhood army, they would fight to the last, with Philomel van der Aart's name whispered on their dying lips.

    "Fff-"

    A rider came zooming around the side of the city walls - then immediately cursed. A lone being, a huge woman dressed in heavy steel armour, swathed in a rich black cloak. It matched the coming dusk that they were under, with the shadows thick and heavy. The cloak itself seemed old bulged at her back. Tall and strong as she was brilliant, she rode a horse almost as big as Vaeron's. Pulling her horse to a halt she stared wildly at the warriors ready to die, and yanked back her hood, releasing a mane of fair hair and a face as gruff and irritated as the night is long.

    An instant sigh of relief fell over the group. An awkward hand rose from the mighty woman. "I am not here to kill you."

    "What are you doing here, Maverick?" Vaeron hissed, lowering his bow. His eyes were like condemning daggers. "You were supposed to be at the rear guard, seeing everyone off the ship."

    "Everyone is off the ship, old man," Maverick said, eyeing him.

    She nodded to her fellow warriors, some of whom bent their heads in respect and murmured, "General."

    He shook his head. "Well why come here now. We are about to go meet with the villain and persuade him to do give up this coup."

    Maverick nodded, looking less amused. "Yes. I heard, hence why I am here. You are an idiot if you think this is going to work. A Coronian navy ship just began to leave the harbour. This is much more of a situation than we think. You go in there and you will die."

    "We cannot fight them with what we have," he growled, "this is currently the only way. We saw them go up to the town hall and we will face them there, alone and-"

    "Town hall?" Maverick looked confused. "No, they are at the navy base now."

    The man paused, his top lip curling. The others in the group seemed to recoil at the tension building from this contestation of wills and authority. The general of the army versus the de-facto second in command of the Gilded Lily entire. Vaeron glared at Maverick for a moment, finding no good reason why she would lie.

    "Fine," he shrugged, "We will go to the navy base."

    She shook her head in disbelief. "You are an idiot, old man! Why would vaan Osiris listen to you?"

    "Might listen to me," grunted a lower voice.

    Both of them looked over to see the bored, foxy face of Veridian blinking at them with golden eyes. In his hand he still held the sword known as the Rabbit. He shrugged. "Is true. He knows me."

    "As a fox. Not as ..." Maverick waved a hand up and down at him, "That."

    Veridian began to growl, his beastly side becoming apparent. "Fine enough shape."

    "Uh huh," Maverick raised a brow. "How long have you trained with a sword?"

    "Seen Philomel beloved enough. Share soul, you are idiot."

    "'Seeing' the matriarch fight is not the same as 'training,' fox. You are-"

    There came a sudden gasp from someone. All arguing ceased as the odd lump behind Maverick suddenly moved. One warrior lifted her hand and pointed it out as Maverick's face fell to horror and then she cringed. Turning her head she saw as the thing she had been trying to hide poked her head out of the shroud of material, blinked sleepily into the dusk and smiled.

    "Hello everyone," Celandine said, waving.

    There was a long, ugly pause. Eyes stared at the young princess, Philomel's heir and daughter sitting there on the back of a huge warhorse, right in the centre of a war zone. Celandine's eyes moved across the group, until she alighted of those on Vaeron and Veridian and she grinned. "Hello father, hello fox."

    "What. The. Idiot! You brought her here?!" Vaeron shrieked.

    "Shhh, you will wake the whole city," Maverick scowled back. "And it is not my fault. She stowed away on the ship. I couldn't exactly leave her there could I, by herself? By the time I heard about your ridiculous plan I had no other choice really, than to keep her with me, and come right here. I won't risk anyone else taking her."

    "The Princess will kill you!" Vaeron thrust an accusing finger in her direction.

    "She is safe with me," Maverick puffed out her chest proudly. "Now, let's all leave this place now and-"

    "We are sticking with our plan," Vaeron said sourly, pulling his horse around.

    The argument went on, with Maverick going back into the same reasons why it was a stupid idea. Veridian, as he watched them, finding that he preferred being a listener, rather than a partaker, paused, as his golden eyes moved to Celandine. There she sat, the small faun so innocent and perfect, a picture of glory for all to see. She was these people's rue princess, the heir to the Gilded Lily empire, and an incredibly fast learner. Although she was just five she held herself as a ten year old, strong, fast and able with a sure personality. Smiling, she watched the people in her life shouting whilst they were all supposed to be sneaking into a city. Veridian knew it was likely that their cover was blown, and he began to think of what Celandine would do in this situation. She was all charm and cuteness, and could hold her own considerably in a fight for one so young. But what if it never came to a fight? Certainly the small hoofed princess had always preferred diplomacy to war craft, taking to her history and philosophy lessons far easier than her sword play. She had asked for a weapon of her own for a while, yes, but that was mainly because her birth father and mother were warriors, and she wanted to so much be like them. Adorable as she was bright, she was grinning now in the face of all this danger, and it suddenly struck the fox-form earth-spirit that in fact maybe their answer to gaining entrance into the city was in front of them all along.

    "Drys ..."

    He yanked on the reigns of his musk oxen-like beast tera'k, driving it forwards. One horse had to shy out of the way for him, and he gained an odd glance from Vaeron, but that was all. The man continued to shout at the general. Quietly Veridian brought his animal up beside Maverick, who barely flinched at his approach. He grinned a pointy-toothed smile as he leaned towards Celandine and whispered.

    "You want to help ?" he asked.

    Celandine paused, then nodded. "Why I stoled away on the ship," she said quietly.

    He gave her a sly wink. "Then I help. Come," and he subtly gestured to her. The young faun glanced upwards to Maverick, then frowned a little, before looking back to Veridian and his steed. She did like tera'k, she used to have one herself before he died, saving her life.

    "What do?"

    And, grinning, he moved down to whisper in her ear.

    A slow smiled spread across Celandine's face. Her eyes looked to everyone, distracted by the argument that had people with their heads in their hands, sighing, Maverick and Vearon gesticulating wildly at each other, and the wide door of the city open so generously ...

    Seconds passed. Slowly, she nodded, and Veridian rose, shifting in his saddle. He made to take his tera'k for an idle wander, causing the hairy and fat bovine to take a few steps forwards, then circle around. Gradually he came back towards Maverick, humming a little, as if entirely distracted. The tera'k came right up by Maverik's steed, and as it did Celandine let her hand trail into the soft fur. She grinned a little, happy to be with such a creature again, and her eyes rose to meet Veridian's. They smiled together, mischievousness within them before -

    She moved. Fast. Jumping right from the the horse to the tera'k. At the same time Veridian slapped the behind of his mount and suddenly they were lunging forwards.

    Both of them laughed, loud and clear, as the animal ran for its life in the place it was directed. In through the gate, galloping wild and free. Right into the city.

    The fox and faun ran, ran for their lives as people began to freak out. Vaeron shouted, turned Megladon in a gasp as Veridian kept going. Oh yes, the warrior mage and the general followed, naturally, in a way that was not subtle in the way designed previously; but then, they had been arguing loudly. So very loudly, that Veridian would not be surprised if the entire city was now awake.

    He let the chase go on, alerting the city and the Brotherhood, distracting the world. He heard the sounds of battle and headed towards it, drawing his sword as he did and grinning. No contact with Philomel, nothing of that sort, just straight forwards until he saw the naval base before him. He held up his head.

    "I demand an audience with the one called Shinsou vaan Osiris," he crooned at the top of his excited lungs, his voice a howl and a yowl and a bark. "Tell him to come out and face us. We are here for diplomatic discussions!"

    Maverick and Vaeron and the others soon caught up with him as they watched the terror of the naval base occur, people fleeing for their lives, explosions and magical lights aplenty from within. But Veridian had broken all their subtly now, or had they ruined that themselves? It did not matter, for here they were now, demanding a direct audience.
    Last edited by Philomel; 09-30-2018 at 11:14 AM.
    Matriarch of the Gilded Lily and of its brothels, associated establishments and the army.

    --
    Characters:
    The family triplet: Philomel, Vaeron and Celandine.
    The god and kenku triplet: Stare, Avin and Vixen.

  3. #13
    Ride The Lightning

    EXP: 143,759, Level: 16
    Level completed: 52%, EXP required for next Level: 8,241
    Level completed: 52%,
    EXP required for next Level: 8,241


    Storm Veritas's Avatar

    GP
    21,050
    AP
    0
    Name
    Storm Veritas
    Age
    39
    Race
    Human
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone
    The entire battle came and went in a massive wave; the momentum of the Brotherhood finally overwhelming the forces of Tylermande. In spite of the large numbers coming through in at the trio, Storm, Shinsou and Hayate were brazen, brutal, and effective. The waves of men were initially cut through, and Shinsou’s fantastic assault stopped the largest throng with his savage dark pulse attack, also festering with electricity.

    When the smoke cleared from the massive blast, Storm eyed the warzone, dashing back and forth with terrible little leaps, driving daggers under the chins of downed and dying enemies in the echo of chaos. There was no reason to let them suffer further; these were brave strangers that would have made fine pawns for him in another lifetime. Worse, if not finished some would likely recover to some degree, with a flourish for the dramatic and some damned fool idea to attack the trio.

    As smoke rose in a great chimney from the space where the battle had erupted, the inroads of Brotherhood soldiers arrived, slashing and cleaning and killing on cue. Looking at Hayate and Shinsou aiding in the finalization of the first wave of Tylermandians, a pang of jealousy tore at Storm. Shinsou had incorporated a new element into the fray, or so it seemed.

    Electricity?! Trying to work my f*cking corner, Shin? And when does the power end?

    Vaan Osiris was a great warrior and better friend, but the prideful Veritas couldn’t help but sneer at the notion that another special had more raw power. To direct such energy along an electrical impulse seemed an almost direct line to show how utterly replaceable the aging wizard had become.

    Covered in rock dust, the three warriors cleared their brows as they marched up from the cinder stones, only a bolt in Shinsou and sweat lines about the necks, arms, and chests of the men proving the trio’s humanity. As the Telgradian explained his theory of low time, he was taken by a vision that distracted him distinctly. As Shinsou seemed to stare off into the sea towards Raiera, the elder wizard noticed a small band of horse-backed idiots barking orders at them.

    These assholes have -got- to be shitting me.

    No sooner than one of them had mentioned “diplomatic discussions” did Storm unseat the first damned fool by the very essence of her metal armor. Hoisting the armor high above the beautiful auburn steed with merely the raise of his hand, Veritas scowled and closed his fingers slightly, crushing the armor gently around the chest of the woman he’d later learn to call “Maverick”. The once bold eyes of the rider grew wild, shocked, and completely unaware. It seemed preposterous that people would attack any group including Storm Veritas with metal armor; the electromancer aimed to reprove his worth with a show of strength.

    “I’m not sure you and yours are in a position to demand a gods-damned thing! Lions don’t concern themselves with the affairs of sheep; I’m not sure if you’ve noticed the blood-stained wool about you.” Storm’s voice boomed with sinister intent and anger.

    “Storm – let her go.” Shinsou the eternal killer of fun beckoned him with resignation. Whatever the vision had been which captured the full attention of Vaan Osiris had either left him or granted him vision with this; the confidence and knowledge behind his friends voice was ultimately not to be doubted.

    Still sneering, Storm turned his eyes from the gasping imbecile to Shinsou, still holding his dusted arm lightly in the air with frustration. Opening his hand with a flick, he released his hold, allowing Maverick to crash to the earth in a heap, likely spraining an ankle in the process. Despite the inevitable pain, there was relief, as the metal about his torso stress-relieved, a tinging sound as it tinged back into its normal shape and ceasing the slow strangle.

    “These assholes friends of yours? A little late for litigation, no!?” Storm was tired, frustrated, and was generally wont to believe diplomacy was for people not risking their lives in combat. To the victors go the spoils was more his ideology in matters of battle. That there were only ten or so travelers in the small pack seemed like stilted odds, as though another shoe remained to drop.

    Shinsou returned his look with a bit of fear. His eyes shot about the field, looking for an unseen enemy. The lack of relaxation given the situation lended serious cause for concern in Storm. “No…” his voice trailed as he continued to scan about. “More friends of a friend.”

    Something was coming, and Storm had missed it.
    Last edited by Storm Veritas; 10-16-2018 at 10:42 AM.

  4. #14
    Super Moderator

    EXP: 7,860, Level: 3
    Level completed: 72%, EXP required for next Level: 1,140
    Level completed: 72%,
    EXP required for next Level: 1,140


    Hayate_Amatsukami's Avatar

    GP
    747
    AP
    0
    Name
    Hayate Amatsukami
    Age
    22
    Race
    Human
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Salvar
    Hayate Amatsukami and the others watched in awe as Storm lifted the frailty into the air as they came riding in calling out for peace.

    “Petra,” Hayate started as he left the Wizard Veritas to deal with the newcomers. He cared as much for their theatrics as Storm did and with contempt left them to be dealt with by his superiors; politics were never his strong suit anyway. “Grab you crap and let’s go.”

    Poking her head from around the corner a small squirrely girl came into view carrying an assortment of bags and other unimportant items. Petra Wonderweiss, a member of the Immortals, was never far from Hayate and even in the midst of battle was ready on the moment’s notice. She scurried from around the corner quickly to the lone Amatsukami’s side as the two departed from the rest of the group heading back towards the town hall.

    “Have you the ledgers?” Hayate asked as the two were out of earshot of the others. His steely gaze met her shy timid eyes as she fiddled around in one of the bags hanging from her side. After a moment she pulled out a number of scrolls and papers wadded into a neat mess.

    “Most of them anyway, why did you ask us to grab these?” She said as a number of others appeared behind the two. Like shadows pealing themselves from the walls a train of dark cloaked figures fallowed Hayate. They were the Immortals, a splinter cell within the ranks of the Brotherhood, and they answered to Hayate alone.

    “These are the manifests of all the cargo that comes in and out of this place, Tylermande is one of the most active ports on the whole damned island, imagine how many shipments of iron and steel there must be laying around here, not to mention all the money lying about to afford such shipments.”

    These ledgers will help them to gather and count all the spoils that the Brotherhood had just claimed, better still they would give them bargaining chips in case things would go south later on in their invasion. Hayate was tasked with guarding the port until the last moment and he and his men would do just that. But in the case they have to flee or were routed these supplies would be used as insurance for his men. While this whole invasion and the politics behind it were a bit above Hayate’s pay grade he wouldn’t let anything happen to his men and the Immortals would be ready to do whatever it takes buy enough time for Vann Osiris.

    “I want you all to start gathering the things on these documents and keep them safe from the reaches of anyone, this means if they aren’t apart of the Immortals then they have no business even knowing about this.”

    “Sir, you mean even from Shinsou and Storm?” Petra said as she handed the ledgers to the man behind her, and as the hooded figure grabbed the pieces of parchment the group of them vanished as quickly as the appeared. “I don’t think they would be pleased with us withholding this information.”

    “Piss on what they all want, I’ve been playing this game with Shinsou for long enough that If my methods become a problem for him then ill deal with him, and Veritas is more concerned with his own relevance in this entire rag tag army he put together that Shinsou should keep busy enough. Besides, Vann Osiris owes me big for everything I gave up to join his cause.”

    The only thing left for him to do was to play the waiting game and hope for a quick resolution.
    Last edited by Hayate_Amatsukami; 10-25-2018 at 12:45 AM.
    "Just shut up for once! What the hell do you know about it?! It's not like you ever had a family in the first place! You were on your own right from the beginning, what makes you think you know anything about it?! Huh?! I'm suffering now because I had those ties, how on earth could you possibly understand, what it feels like to lose all that!" -Sasuke Uchiha

  5. #15
    Super Moderator

    EXP: 97,145, Level: 13
    Level completed: 52%, EXP required for next Level: 6,855
    Level completed: 52%,
    EXP required for next Level: 6,855


    Philomel's Avatar

    GP
    18,840
    AP
    0
    Name
    Philomel van der Aart (+ Veridian)
    Age
    30 (+10)
    Race
    Faun (+ Fox/Earth Spirit)
    Gender
    Female (+ Male)
    Location
    Corone

    View Profile
    "You don't do that," hissed Vaeron, his blade swinging out into the air.

    One of the Lily warriors gasped as their general slumped to the ground, her eyes wide. She slipped off her horse, running forwards to Maverick's aid as the rest took a up a steady position around the fox-faced Veridian, the huge mage on his black steed, and what was peeking out now from behind the fox.

    Celandine watched as one of the strange men detached himself from the side of the other two and ran to meet a short, funny looking woman. She saw papers being shown, and tipped her head as the adults in her life began to seethe. Personally all this was a show to her, of people demonstrating with weaponry and magic, calling one another names and being rude. They were the leaders of armies, the proud sons of kings, yet also sounded so silly. She smiled a little at the strange man talked to his new friends who had appeared and seemed happier amongst them. She hoped he, the man in the robes with the slightly curved blades and honour in his stride, would find a better day with those he was with now.

    Much different from Vaeron. Her father.

    He was turning on the man who had struck down Maverick.

    "You," he hissed. "How dare you -"

    "Shinsou vaan Osiris," Veridian interrupted him. His foxy mouth moved and he spoke true and direct words. Eyes of gold settled on the silver haired warrior, he who had been the creator of this generation of the Brotherhood, and dear lover to his beloved soul-sibling Philomel. Now a name she refused to speak.

    He tasted the words around in his mouth, as did Celandine. To him they tasted bitter, to her they were like liquorice. Interesting. Not quite sweet, a little tangy.

    The people around them seemed to go silent. Only the tera'k made a quiet huff. The Lily warrior who had run to her general worked to get Maverick back to her feet, desperately and swiftly as a stalemate seemed to settle. Ones holding bows had them lowered to the ground but Celandine, Veridian and Vaeron knew how swift they could be pulled and released. They had been holding them steady since first entering the sieged city.

    Slowly, Shinsou looked over to Veridian seated on the bovine mount. Veridian stared right at him, intensely, holding onto the reins tight and baring himself strong.

    "You have disappointed her greatly," he said quietly, "greatly. She will no longer speak your name and her memories of you are but scars that she aches to be rid of. You are dirt on our shoes, the scum of the earth that lines the road the Gilded Lily walks down, and the sworn enemy of Drys herself. You and your kin are given this single warning to leave."

    The fox took a breath, before he learnt closer.

    "You have broken Philomel's heart," he whispered, disgusted at him, "and I know because it beats in mine. You have spoilt and broken everything you had."

    There was silence. Long and horrible.

    Vaeron bade his horse come forwards. "We demand you leave this country."
    Matriarch of the Gilded Lily and of its brothels, associated establishments and the army.

    --
    Characters:
    The family triplet: Philomel, Vaeron and Celandine.
    The god and kenku triplet: Stare, Avin and Vixen.

  6. #16
    Unleashed

    EXP: 92,057, Level: 13
    Level completed: 15%, EXP required for next Level: 11,943
    Level completed: 15%,
    EXP required for next Level: 11,943


    Shinsou Vaan Osiris's Avatar

    GP
    1,770
    AP
    0
    Name
    Shinsou Vaan Osiris
    Age
    31
    Race
    Telgradian
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Salvar

    View Profile
    Veridian's words faded into the chilly coastal wind whilst Tylmerande held its breath. Eyes swerved and focused onto Shinsou Vaan Osiris, who stood stock-still and just stared at the bipedal fox. It was the first time he had seen him in this unusual form; it seemed advanced, and seethed in burning red arcane power that shared many traits with Philomel van der Aart's own signature. This form and the energy that bathed it fuelled something within him, amplifying the delivery of the fox's message. Instantly, upon hearing the damning indictment delivered by this new incarnation of Philomel's beloved, a tsunami of emotions swept over the Telgradian and a million potential responses shot through the pathways of his brain. No matter how hard he focused, though, Shinsou could not seem to find the right words to put together.

    "You have broken Philomel's heart."

    All of Shinsou's clarity shattered like glass on replaying the phrase in his mind. A million more responses scattered like ash into the wind. These five words were the confirmation of everything that he had warned Storm and Hayate about not half an hour before. They all knew and accepted that enemies would be made, and they had come to accept that enemies would also be made out of friends; perhaps even lovers. Even so, when Veridian delivered the reality that Shinsou had been so afraid of all this time, it made it no easier to bear.

    It did, however, do something strange to the Telgradian. This crusade was different from all the other missions and battles that had come before it, when every effort had resulted in a sense of satisfaction. The Telgradian had become accustomed to hearing words of affirmation, that he and his Brotherhood had made the difference between life and death for his friends; Joshua Cronen, Storm Veritas, Philomel Van der Aart, Hayate Amatsukami and even John Cromwell. But whilst he hadn't done anything to directly endanger the life of his beloved Philomel, he had not been able to salvage her respect, either. It felt like a first mission failure. It felt like he had already lost her, without having had a single chance to explain his motivations for any of this. Would she hear how they intended to put an end to poverty in Corone? To ensure that working families had enough money to feed and clothe their children? To ensure that corruption in the assembly was completely wiped out, and that the working girls of the Lily could be guaranteed their freedom and safety without having to rely on the Rangers?

    He doubted she would even so much as receive him, now, and with those doubts came a new, hard resolve to press on and discard the past. Shinsou Vaan Osiris was not a tyrant, and although there would be a blood price to the era he, Storm and Hayate would shepard in, each life lost in the conflict would be vindicated a thousand times over with the freedom and welfare bestowed upon the people of Corone. Each breath reverberated around the clearing like a cymbal, yet no-one blinked or moved to mute them as Shinsou's response finally slipped through his pursed lips.

    "No one is going anywhere, Veridian, because there is too much at stake. I've already accepted that has come at a price - Philomel, the Gilded Lily. This entire chapter in our lives. I loved her, but you see, I've watched Corone carefully - come to understand the motivations of those governing us. Maybe you all think the only way is to leave this all behind, but we can't just step it all down. With this government in power, everything will be worse. I don't expect you or Philomel to agree."

    Shinsou cranked his right arm up, allowing a cloud of shimmering particles to form beneath his palm. Immediately the mounts opposite bucked, rearing up and almost throwing their riders as they sensed the impending danger. As the particles floated to the floor, a ring of permafrost quickly circumvented the troupe of Vaeron, Veridian, Celandine and Maverick, before a series of six foot high columns of dehlar strength ice crashed up through the shale lined floor and fused together, imprisoning them in a freezing circle.

    "Our time is up," Shinsou said wistfully, wiping his palm across the lapel of his white coat, " I won't kill you - but I won't have you standing in our way. Until we see each other again."

    With the frustrated faces of Philomel's imprisoned posse glaring back through the icy bars of their pen, Shinsou turned and beckoned to both Storm and Hayate. A few moments later, their forms had punched through the tree line and their shadows had been smothered by two divisions of on-marching Brotherhood soldiers, advancing towards their now unopposed occupation of Corone's key naval shipyard. As the upper echelons of soldiery choked the roads into town, the men mounted their respective horses and looked at one another.

    "This is it," Shinsou said with a knowing glance at his electromancer and Akashiman brethren,"We hold Tylmerande with these divisions, and cause enough of a stir to get Radasanth to send the whole damned military here. As soon as they find out what has happened here, they won't be able to send the fleet and the army fast enough. That's when we make our move."

    There was a moment's silence as a light breeze rustled the leaves of the tree around them, sounding out a staccato patter about the fringes of the forest. The Telgradian closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling first the clean air, and then the secondary smoke from the cherry tobacco that Storm had seen fit to light up.

    This was it, the moment of no return.

    "From here, I recommend we split up. Take variable paths through the forests and stagger your runs so that you sleep during the day and move at night. The target is the assembly hall in Radasanth."

    Shinsou unsheathed his blade, Stygian, and held it flat in his palms, "...and when we get there, this is the tool that will give us the keys to the new administration."
    Last edited by Shinsou Vaan Osiris; 12-04-2018 at 06:53 PM.
    You say this only makes me incomplete - I'm cancelled out and rendered obsolete - Tell the mad chameleon he's not welcome anymore - I know what I'm looking for - Somewhere close - Somewhere safe - Somewhere I know - I know I'll never live in chains

  7. #17
    Super Moderator

    EXP: 2,995, Level: 2
    Level completed: 34%, EXP required for next Level: 2,005
    Level completed: 34%,
    EXP required for next Level: 2,005


    Garron's Avatar

    GP
    1,700
    AP
    0
    Name
    Garron Ivari Cadeyrn
    Race
    Human
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone

    View Profile
    Thread Title: The Fire Rises: Attack on Tylmerande
    Type: Basic Rewards

    Shinsou Vaan Osiris receives:

    800 EXP
    55 GP

    Storm Veritas receives:

    900 EXP
    55 GP

    Hayate Amatsukami receives:

    450 EXP
    55 GP

    Philomel receives:

    800 EXP
    55 GP

    Rewards to be added soon.
    "My life is simple, my food is plain, and my quarters are uncluttered. In all things, I have sought clarity. I face the troubles and problems of life and death willingly. Virtue, integrity and courage are my priorities. I can be approached, but never pushed; befriended but never coerced; killed but never shamed."

  8. #18
    Super Moderator

    EXP: 2,995, Level: 2
    Level completed: 34%, EXP required for next Level: 2,005
    Level completed: 34%,
    EXP required for next Level: 2,005


    Garron's Avatar

    GP
    1,700
    AP
    0
    Name
    Garron Ivari Cadeyrn
    Race
    Human
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone

    View Profile
    Rewards Added
    "My life is simple, my food is plain, and my quarters are uncluttered. In all things, I have sought clarity. I face the troubles and problems of life and death willingly. Virtue, integrity and courage are my priorities. I can be approached, but never pushed; befriended but never coerced; killed but never shamed."

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •