Mickaelhz 3834 Popular Post Share Posted December 10, 2020 An Eye for an Eye writing by : Dyselxic "A sailor must enter murky waters before entering the golden shores." - The man with the hat It brings our company great elation at long last to announce that our introductory series of targeted acts have gone down without a hitch. These acts against the spoiled wealthy have seen that many impoverished mouths have been nourished by our hand; the mina collected has satisfied hundreds, finally a rightful distribution of wealth has occurred. We have made it our responsibility to run down the chain of command of the ISA, the so-called “Protectors of the People”, better identified as the oppressors of the people. Control is their desire, yet they trip on their illusions of power, and their bulbous stomachs. Keeping all in check without a second chance, domineering you to live as instructed and even holding sway over your own mind in a way. To put a stop to this corrupt hierarchy we, the Ferrymen, went about starting from the top of this refractory chain. To divulge, it was with a man whom was particularly heavy-headed and spite-ridden. We caught him with his immoderate trousers down, out on the roads where he truly belongs. Not in their upscaled palace, nor with his ornamented uniform, but in the streets of Providence without a head on his shoulders. For what is the point of possessing a head, if you only use the volume of it to create tallies with its creases? In the following few days, a masterful raid plan was hatched upon their grand city, meticulously arranged to ensure no simple man, woman or child was left suffering in its wake. Whilst Imperial soldiers claim competency, and an unyielding heart, by the end they had been reduced to hysterical children adorned in lavish though ill-fitting red and dusty boots. Therefore, it was improbable that these snivelling worms would wriggle their way from their hovels, for when an animal is frightened it does not leave the safety of its home; not even to protect its own kin. With that, we all knew leading them onto the roads was evidently near impossible, considering that the last time a force of the Imperial’s own was brought, it was torn apart in a trice. The named spat was settled by our few, yet determined Ferryman, in only a matter of minutes. One would think the self titled most proficient army of Almaris would be able to repel such a threat, but no, these days they cower behind their towering walls. Leaving their own people to be taxed on the roads, how spineless of them. It was a risky maneuver, with much that could have led the plan astray. Our group aimed to test our greenest men rather than the battle-hardened elites of the group, for the group is one of opportunity and learning. The aim was to see whether the recruits would hold with the prickling sensation of pressure delving into their sides. Naturally, against the unversed and gluttonous Imperial State Army, victory for the group seemed to already linger in the air; even considering their inexperience. Thus, the plan was enacted. The last embers of the sun began to trickle out of sight, cascading delicately across the darkening landscape; camouflaging those beneath the sky. It was with that, that all were instructed to conceal themselves entirely just outside of the city, namely in the thick shrubbery out front of their vast walls. There we waited patiently for a signal to be given. “Heads for yes, and tails for no,” I asked under my breath to my fellow companion, whom was laying low in the bush by my right flank. He plainly responded with, “Tails.” Without another word, the coin was swiftly tossed up into the air, being trailed by my keen eye as a result. Just as the flickering metal bounded towards the ground, a sharp whistle was resounded. It rang through the ears of our group of five, the signal for us to ensue was as clear as day. The coin was left falling, for the latter of us instantaneously rose to our feet and gave our leader chase, toward the gate; into the heart of the Holy Orenian Empire. We were left unknowing of what exactly was sitting deep within the crevices of their walls, but our sense of purpose carried us through regardless. It is easier to make a plan than to set one into motion. Most falter when sent head-first into a fray, but our green boys did not. Set forward into their mission, they adhered to it without a tee or without a singular flaw. We all darted into one of their many government buildings, forcing all inside to leave. Myself and two others eventually reached their clinic, where a woman was in the midst of giving birth, herself being guided by two wide-eyed soldiers. “Out, except for the medic and the woman atop the bed,” our leader instructed, lifting a torch above his head, illuminating the dimly lit room. As expected, the narrow-minded soldiers struggled and refused despite the anguished, birthing woman saying otherwise, wasting one minute too much of the precious time at hand. The fuss between it all resulted in the rest of our group outside being swamped, a firm callout for help was discerned. We of course expected this and fleetingly left the clinic, cornering those who had surrounded our other force and in turn encircling the red force on all sides. All the streets seemed to bustle, both citizens and guards ogling at the scene as if it were a gladiator spectacle. It was however, no spectators game but rather a slaughter upon the men clad in red. Once more, as per growing tradition, our leader dug out his Ferrymen’s coin deep from his pocket. He lifted it high above, waving the coin back and forth with glints of the coin catching the attention of his fellow Ferrymen. Then before another beating of a heart could arise, the eyes of the Ferrymen locked upon each and all, dipping their heads in unison. The men decked out in green were prepared to sacrifice their lives on that day, with sword in hand and a meaningful cause settled in their mind. It was that very notion and their strength of will that made them prevail. The fact their palms were without a drizzle of sweat, despite being in the red Hornet’s nest was a sight to behold; the selflessness and resolve of these men was nothing other than sensational. The hoard of soldiers pursued the two trapped Ferrymen with elated grins, the opposers gripping their pommels without poise. The imperial soldiers joined together with such a number that lesser men would immediately surrender. Our leader however, inspired by an ideal higher than the coattails of an Empress, charged forward into the mass bellowing wild words. I followed him on, my legs abruptly trailing the men in red, despite me not telling them to trail them. My sword carved through their chests, but again, without a command passing through my mind. In front, our leader was amidst the crowd of brawling soldiers, a place I would not want to see my worst enemy stand; his steel meeting steel at no end. It all seemed so calculated, the plan was made out to be so perfect, it was even preached about as if there was no chance of failure. It would have certainly been stark mad to not at least have one thought of doubt pass through my mind, we were in the heart of the Empire, on their soil and meeting their waves of steel. Cries of pain erupted, their pained howls lingered in the air thereafter, vibrating throughout the streets and burning into their parched throats. My eyes clenched shut, in that moment expecting my end. Then I heard it, complete and utter silence enshrouded the streets. The kicked up dust from the fight had finally settled upon my own eyes, the soldiers at the opposite end were on the floor, clutching at grievous wounds. The anguished cries were few, for most seemed to be dead after the first cut. The humiliation was complete, the uniforms of red had been painted to a matted scarlet. The silence only resounded for a second longer. “All according to plan!” Our leader bellowed with a twinkle of triumph, purpose and also glory flickering through his calculated eyes. His mouth might have been covered with a mask, but I knew wholeheartedly that a smile had spread across his lips in that moment. Without a familiar casualty and the blinding light of victory in the air; it had to have been the purest smile of all. Minutes passed and the fallen soldiers had all been grabbed, then lined up on their knees in the center of the crowd, their eyes meeting nothing but the cold, grey stone below. “Let this be a clear message, a message so clear that the blind could read it!” the leader echoed, gesturing to those gathered spectators with solemn countenance. His hand then reached for the Captain of the army, going to bring him away, but not without a final command escaping him, “Send them to the ferry!” Myself and the last three were left to rightfully execute the rest of the soldiers in front of the crowd, it was brutal, but it was warranted and their throats were slit for everyone to see. Yet, I did not feel an ounce of guilt, the adrenaline from the fight coursed through my veins and vanquished any negative feelings. Silence had fallen for the final time, the citizens opened a passage, allowing us to leave the city to join our leader and the Captain of their ill-fitted levy. You might question what happened to the captain, no more mercy was shown for the man, for he had fought not like a lion, but a cockroach. The chance was offered for him to remain humble, even after getting eviscerated in his own streets, yet the man spat. Once again displaying that the country of Oren is filled with nothing but animosity and unwillingness, a wallowing hole in the world. As per tradition, his eyes were taken to save him from the sour and disappointed looks that would surely come his way as a result of him failing to protect his people, again. And not a single simpleman was hurt that day. They are crumbling. What is keeping you from taking up the torch, and running in yourself? 52 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
JokerLow 1189 Share Posted December 10, 2020 Michael Fahrenheit would chuckle "I remember the Captain, he didn't see it coming." 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shezept 304 Share Posted December 10, 2020 Former Hangman and war plant of the bandits Allium salutes their former comrads in arms as they'd seem to be rebranding "Nice" they'd remark pulling a thumbs up "Very nice" 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cheezzy_Garlik 502 Share Posted December 10, 2020 Sinding Labdacus would sharpen his steel awaiting for it to meet the throat of an Orenian who dared called himself a guard, awaiting to take their uniform and parade it around like a clown mask. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mika1278 2711 Share Posted December 10, 2020 Timmy of the ferrymen group sits on the docks, fishing as gains a twinkle in his beady eyes when he hears the news and looks to the green mask and single coin besides him with a broad smile. The relatively small man ready to get out on the field once again as he grabs both the items, leaves the fishing rod on the docks and leaves the undisclosed location in a rather quick fashion to meet up with some old friends. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tainted_ace 133 Share Posted December 10, 2020 Ban Estrosa would awaken....then hed fall back to sleep 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Asuno 183 Share Posted December 10, 2020 The 'Aheral would grin upon reading this. With a large birch stick, he lit the thicker end with his flint and steel. "HOHOHOHO, Marvelous! an ember is sparked!" The 'Aheral would proceed to toss the plank aside as he began skipping away 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
hotbox_monk 1021 Share Posted December 10, 2020 Niko would observe the massacre from within the crowd as the masked Ferrymen dealt out past due justice upon the ISA.... Later that night he would have to kill a passing Orenian bureaucrat for their pocket change, his feeble body not able to take the man one on one, he had came from behind opening up his jugular. He was reborn after what he had witnessed, but just a few hours ago. As he looted the man's corpse he would make his way to the inner city where he'd then purchase bread for him and his family. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8911 Share Posted December 10, 2020 Spoiler 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roguechaotic 263 Share Posted December 10, 2020 Aeonn simply hears of the fight from chattering civilians of oren as he wandered the city "an eye for sn eye and the world goes blind indeed" 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Orlanth 3564 Share Posted December 10, 2020 Diome Indoren reads over the splendid summary of the raid. "A little bit over-dramatized for how easy it was, although I suppose the newer ones we brought along might have felt this way so I can't say it's inaccurate." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
1_Language_1 1671 Share Posted December 10, 2020 "Well I hope they didn't hurt any women or children. They are still today's innocents!" The man remarked to the wind, scratching at his brittle and dark beard as he heard the news of what the Ferry had done. He was glad he didn't live in Oren, he was glad he wasn't a part of it; but he did fear for his elderly sister who did live there. "I never did like living in those big cities.. they moved too fast for me." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HurferDurfer1 2588 Share Posted December 10, 2020 Mr Rat prepares to board up his shop to keep it safe from crazed looters and bandits. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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