[Forum Rp] The Exiled Entry

[Draeris 3124]

The cold busy streets of Abresi could from afar. With a tight grip on his blade and ropes of of horse, he thinks through if he actually wants to do this. He isn't seen yet, nor did he violate any initiative rules. Wouldn't it be foolish to enter Abresi after exiled, after being betrayed by the evil citizens? Marcus was lone, he had no point to live. After Amber de Stolistes took her life, he didn't have any cause.. Only hate, painful hate.

 

As the sun rises above Abresi, Marcus de Stolistes slowly rides towards the gate, In his Cerberus doctor uniform, covered in the blood of his last patient. First the people didn't recognize him without his common wealthy outfit. But the Cerberus insignia and the flames in Marcus' eyes could be seen, seen by the people he was betrayed by.

 

He walks through the gate, and looks around with people gathering looking shocked. There was not much time before the guards would run to execute the exiled Marcus. But he wanted to die with atleast some souls, the souls of the demonic people of Abresi. He stood there, and awaited the Saints to make a move against him.

 

 

~OOC~

 

I want to perma kill Marcus, but atleast with some community influence.

 

Please do not:

 

Metagame

Powergame

 

"trollz posts becuz epic"

 

Thank you!

[Lark 2227]

Lark looks up from the desk in the dank guardhouse, his ears perking up from the commotion outside. Turning his head to the entrance, he sees the intiates at their post watching the scene has well, getting up from the desk, covered with papers, forms, and complaints, he approaches one of the intiates and asks them what is going on, the intiate turns, "I don't know Commissar, a man armed with rope and blade entered, should we..?" Lark nods, "Aye, sumfink about 'im makes me worry." He motions for the intiates and gaurds to slowly approach, watching the man with a careful eye. Lark goes back to the desk and gets his longsword and buckler, snapping the metal sheathe to his belt and pulling the buckler over his gauntlet, he walks out and enters the crowd.

[Draeris 3124]

Marcus sees the man, laughing as he steps off his horse. With a smile he shouts "This is what I'm talking about, Lark Steelwall, my former ally." He stands clumsy with his sword "Did you turn against me just like you turned on de Rosaen?". He wasn't sure if he would get a reply, but Marcus sure was ready to fight one of his loyalists, once upon a time.

[Knox213 10]

*Whilst Marcus is talking Heinrik Van Roy stabs him in the back because he doesn't want to read whiny stuff about betrayal for the next few days.*

 

The screams of huzzah are heard as Marcus's head is paraded around the city.

 

((And thats the end of that chapter.))

 

 

[Lark 2227]

Marcus sees the man, laughing as he steps off his horse. With a smile he shouts "This is what I'm talking about, Lark Steelwall, my former ally." He stands clumsy with his sword "Did you turn against me just like you turned on de Rosaen?". He wasn't sure if he would get a reply, but Marcus sure was ready to fight one of his loyalists, once upon a time.

 

"Wot?" Lark looks at Marcus with a confused expression, having only heard of de Rosaen, never actually involved with it. He shrugs and orders his men to surround Marcus. 

[Draeris 3124]

Marcus de Stolistes looks up the air, showing nothing but a furious smile towards lark. His grip on his blade tightens, as he starts walking towards Lark.

[Lark 2227]

Lark makes a gesture for two guards to seize Marcus by his arms, while this happens, Lark unsheathes his own blade and tightens his grip on his spiked buckler. He gets into a fighting stance, prepared for a fight.

[Draeris 3124]

Marcus notices the guards, he isn't strong enough to take both down. If he is going to die, he atleast wants to take down Lark.

With a grim he starts sprinting with his blade forward, attempting to be quicker then the guards in armour.

[Lark 2227]

Lark watches Marcus's movements, when he sees him sprinting towards him, he brings his buckler down to cover his lower half and his sword up to cover his chest and face. Moving a foot forward he advances, ducking down and going to bring the spiked buckler into Marcus's stomach and sword into his chest.

[Draeris 3124]

Marcus de Stolistes is pinned down with the edy blades and spikes of a former ally. Looking up the sky while smiling, he looks in the eyes of Lark as he starts to roll bitter tears down on his cheeks. Marcus never expected to be at this position, to be ever exiled. To be ever killed by a person he believed was his very loyalist. He knew the odds were always against him, never did he get anywhere easy nor fast.

 

Marcus saw nothing but hate, but why? Wasn't he the savior of Abresi after all? He felt the life draining from his as he bled blood, noble blood. Once blood that he had with proud, as representative of de Stolistes. It was time for him to die, and to be revived as nother person, in another time.

 

He looked at Lark's eyes, trying to say his last words with the energy remaining "You are all slaves , yet you deny it". He suddenly starts collapsing, and before he dies on the ground he whispers his very last words "Deus Magnus.. my ass.". He falls down, leaving a pool of blood on the ground, and people cheering as their former evil, has finally been slain

 

OOC: And hereby I perma kill Marcus de Stolistes, his son would be the last descendents of Marcus' bloodline."

[Knox213 10]

Marcus de Stolistes is pinned down with the edy blades and spikes of a former ally. Looking up the sky while smiling, he looks in the eyes of Lark as he starts to roll bitter tears down on his cheeks. Marcus never expected to be at this position, to be ever exiled. To be ever killed by a person he believed was his very loyalist. He knew the odds were always against him, never did he get anywhere easy nor fast.

 

Marcus saw nothing but hate, but why? Wasn't he the savior of Abresi after all? He felt the life draining from his as he bled blood, noble blood. Once blood that he had with proud, as representative of de Stolistes. It was time for him to die, and to be revived as nother person, in another time.

 

He looked at Lark's eyes, trying to say his last words with the energy remaining "You are all slaves , yet you deny it". He suddenly starts collapsing, and before he dies on the ground he whispers his very last words "Deus Magnus.. my ass.". He falls down, leaving a pool of blood on the ground, and people cheering as their former evil, has finally been slain

 

OOC: And hereby I perma kill Marcus de Stolistes, his son would be the last descendents of Marcus' bloodline."

*The people of abresi really couldn't care less Marcus was killed, and instead decapitate the body limb for limb, and parade the head around the city before having it sent off to Christopher De Rosaen, with a note attached*

 

"You're next."

[Shadowjax 140]

*The people of abresi really couldn't care less Marcus was killed, and instead decapitate the body limb for limb, and parade the head around the city before having it sent off to Christopher De Rosaen, with a note attached*

 

"You're next."

Borikdan watches the sight with horror! Surely the De Roseans, with their unimaginable power and influence, will bring Abresi to their knees due to such an affront. Borik begins counting the second until his untimely demise, as slaughtering the member of the affluent house will only bring the wrath of a thousand soldiers. Woe to our children, the 'Royal' rebels will certainly have our heads now that we've made a martyr out of one of their most cherished members! Borikdan's mind wanders to the thought of joining the rebels, maybe only then may their mercy be present.

[Draeris 3124]

Christopher de Rosaen hears from his people what happened with Marcus. After hearing the full story, he mentioned everybody to exit the room besides his messenger. After the last person closed the door, he started to laugh maniacly, leaving his messenger confused.

After his session, he turns utterly serious as he stands in front of his window. "Marcus is dead.. but their sarcasm...". The messenger stood in silent as Christopher kept mumbling "Why are people thinking I would ever care!". With a good chuckle he sips in his high wine as he reads the letters on laying on the table.

 

 

*The people of abresi really couldn't care less Marcus was killed, and instead decapitate the body limb for limb, and parade the head around the city before having it sent off to Christopher De Rosaen, with a note attached*

 

"You're next."

 

 

Borikdan watches the sight with horror! Surely the De Roseans, with their unimaginable power and influence, will bring Abresi to their knees due to such an affront. Borik begins counting the second until his untimely demise, as slaughtering the member of the affluent house will only bring the wrath of a thousand soldiers. Woe to our children, the 'Royal' rebels will certainly have our heads now that we've made a martyr out of one of their most cherished members! Borikdan's mind wanders to the thought of joining the rebels, maybe only then may their mercy be present.

 

He chuckles, pointing to the letters as he looks at his messenger "They must be kidding, right?".  As his messenger raises his shoulders, he continues

 

"These people writing to me for every event with only a scent of Rosaens, have the average intelligence of a goblin. They talk lik diz, and pretend to be something they are not. Why would they ever waste time breaking the very laws of social interaction, why are they trying to prove themselves so badly to make me feel bad? How can they ever expect that I become scared by some demented threat. And this man who looked vaguely at Marcus being slaughtered. Darn.. may the saints bless their souls!"

 

As he looks at the letter "You're Next", he sheds a tear, his world is soon to come to an end.. With his quill he writes his last words "Help I'm being trolled to death".

 

 

[Knox213 10]

Borikdan watches the sight with horror! Surely the De Roseans, with their unimaginable power and influence, will bring Abresi to their knees due to such an affront. Borik begins counting the second until his untimely demise, as slaughtering the member of the affluent house will only bring the wrath of a thousand soldiers. Woe to our children, the 'Royal' rebels will certainly have our heads now that we've made a martyr out of one of their most cherished members! Borikdan's mind wanders to the thought of joining the rebels, maybe only then may their mercy be present.

*Heinrik Van Roy cuddles Borikdan*

"Is ok little strelt, will all be over soon when De Rosaen rise into power with their unimaginable power and influence, must be prepared for such! Must make grow much potato!"

 

Heinrik Van Roy sends even more pieces of Marcus to Christopher with yet another note.

 

"This is fun. I can't wait to kill you on the battlefield, and then kill you repeatently, maybe i'll cut your fingers off, along with your man hood. Which I doubt even exists, we'll find out I guess. After which you will be flayed, alive."

 

[Lark 2227]

Lark walks out of Abresi, into the forests of Barrowmarsh. There he makes his way home, leaving the bloody blade and buckler in the nearby stream, he opens the heavy door of his cabin and walks in. Looking around at the decrepit surroundings, he walks over to his oven and grumbles, stoking the fire and falling into a worn wool covered chair.

 

"When did te' world ge' so 'ateful."

 

He lies back in his chair, taking his wineskin off his belt and takes a drink, his meager existence continues.