The Saviors of d'Arkent

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The Saviors of D’Arkent

 

The Evacuation of Maisie d’Arkent from Talon’s Port c. 1809. 

 

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The sun smiled upon Sunholdt, as the heroes made their way from the city of Talon’s Port. Six masked figures rowed their boats on the sea, carrying the distressed lady. 

 

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It was a late night in Providence, as the sun set upon the city. The rays of the sun dipped on the city as Vinzant Ruthern walked upon the dark roads, trudging back home. In his path stood five hooded figures, one of which he recognized to be Varon Draskovic: the owner of the Novellen Tavern. The whispers of the hooded men stopped as he approached, the young man wearily stopping in his tracks.

 

“Varon, is that vy? What are vy doing here late at night with these people?” He inquired, surveying the assembled.

 

Varon grunted with a sigh, his plan being exposed. He looked to the other men assembled, as he handed Vinzant a missive. Upon it was the ransom for Maisie d’Arkent - the young granddaughter of General Peter d’Arkent had been kidnapped, in exchange for a ransom of 800 mina. Otherwise, her corpse would return to Providence.

 

The other four hooded men stepped forth as they too revealed themselves. Amongst them stood Olivier de Savoie, Romund Aldor, Cole Roger, - and Major Erik Othaman himself.

 

“Borsa.” Major Othaman stepped forward, his face illuminated by the moon in the night sky. “We cannot let our Imperial soldiers fall into the trap later tonight by these kidnappers. “That is why -” He looks at the other men. “We have authorized this covert mission to retrieve the young woman ourselves. Now, we cannot let vy tell anyone else, you hear me? In return - we will let vy come with us on the mission.” He’d state sternly, to the young Vinzant. He had to make a choice.

 

Looking upon the assembled, he gave a nod. “Da, I will come. I must make papej proud.” He stated, placing his pale blue eyes upon the men, with a large smirk.  Within the saint hour, the assembled outfitted themselves in dark clothing in masks as they left Providence through the deep tunnels underneath the tavern.

 

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They split up in two groups. Vinzant, Olivier, and Cole first took to the place detailed by the missive - the Trade Kingdom of Sutica. The trio took to the clear water, sailing to the coast of the city. Splitting up - they waived through the crowds, keeping their heads low. Inspecting each house and corner of the city, they searched for any signs, any clues of the d’Arkent. Alas - none were found, but falter did they not. Continuing their journey, the trio surveyed the keeps and farms outside Sutica - but to no avail.

 

Meanwhile, Varon, Romund, and Othaman took their efforts to the snow tundra - the Kingdom of Norland. Keeping their faces hidden, they took to a village, placed on the mountainous and snowy region of the Kingdom. As the wind blew in their faces, the men carefully scaled the large keep as they shuddered from the cold - even Mother Nature willed against them. But, similar to the previous trio - there were no signs of the d’Arkent.

 

After hours of searching, the men gathered together at the Cloud Temple. They were tired, hungry, and at the verge of losing hope. Had they proven unsuccessful? No, they were the heroes, they were the underdogs. They came here for a reason, and they wouldn’t leave without the d’Arkent. 

 

At that moment, Vinzant inquired. “Where is some place that they wouldn’t expect anyone to go?” Olivier de Savoie rose, his eyes gleaming with an idea. “Talon’s Port,” He stated, out of the blue, “Talon’s Port, it would be a perfect spot, far from the reach of anyone, and the last place I would go, I’ll tell you that! My gut tells me she’s there.” The men looked to each other, and nodded. It was their final hope.

 

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As the six entered, the city was barren, except for only a few scattered citizens. This time, the men grouped up, as they went deep into the heart of the city. Stood there was one woman, her face filled with anxiety as she saw the assembled men. Something was fishy. Varon moved towards the woman, his voice low as he grumbled. “Where is she. What do vy know?!” He commanded. The frightened woman froze in place, as her glance repeatedly darted to the large red building behind them.

Caught off guard, the woman kicked Varon as she screamed, running out the back of the city. “Let her go.” The dark, and low voice of Olivier de Savoie commanded. The burly Othaman, moved past the group, as he launched the full force of his body onto the door.

 

 

And thus - the door broke! As it broke, the men could hear muffled sounds emanating inside. The screams of a gagged woman, as she attempted to kick the wall next to her. They looked to each other, sure of it. Maisie was in there. The group slowly crept up the stairs, as they assigned Cole to stand guard and watch. The burly Othaman went forward once more, as he readied himself. Curling his hand into a fist, he began to punch through the window!

 

 

With that, the window was smashed! They were in - but running out of time. In no time would the citizens notice the sounds, and the guards would come for them. They hurried, searching through the room as they came upon an opened door. In there sat the flaxen haired woman herself - Maisie d’Arkent. Gagged and bound, her eyes widened as she realized her saviors were here.

 

 

Vinzant and Olivier immediately went to work, unbinding the woman as Olivier carried her over his shoulder.

“THEY’RE COMING!” Yelled Cole from outside, his tone increasing with warning. They were about to get caught. Exiting the building as fast as they could, the group ran through the thin walls behind the city, where they reached the coast. 

 

As guards and citizens shouted behind them, they reeled in boats, pushing off the shore. They rowed off, as Cole jumped from the ledge. His foot slipped off - but Vinzant’s hand was there, as the group pulled him on the boat. They had done it. Riding the waves of the sea, the six Orenians had saved the lady in distress.

 

 

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[Mescaffier 6197]

"Talon's Port?" the Captain pouted, crossing her arms. "They were friendly to us before. No surprise, though, this's disappointin'. Tai Ping had such nice shops!"

[grnappa 1230]

4 minutes ago, Lionbileti said:

Olivier would smoke his cigar with a Savoyard smirk, “Fine work boys.” He remarked, as he watched the sun set over Providence.

Major Erik Othaman chuckles as he pats Olivier on the shoulder, raising his tankard of Carrion Black in celebration "Da, it is another victory for the books. We always deliver." he'd bring the tankard to his lips, downing the drink in a single gulp.

[Isthatyou 131]

Drae the Leper repents for his sins.

[MayRndz 1830]

[!] To the disappointment of the grouping who committed the crime the girl was free, but to their relief. . . they themselves had nie' been caught in the act. Only one could hope that this would be the last of them, for there is no telling of their intent or if they shall ever strike again.

[Axelu 4333]

Helena of Susa rejoiced as the news of her childhood friend's recovery met the Rosemoor Manor, having previously been confident in the abilities of Oren's valiant patriots.

[Nectorist 12869]

This is a transcript of the statement by Archchancellor Franz Sarkozy about the rescue of Maisie d'Arkent:

 

Last night, the Holy Orenian Empire brought the world’s No. 1 terrorists to heel. Maisie d'Arkent is rescued. She was held by the most ruthless and violent terror organization anywhere in the world. The Holy Orenian Empire has been searching for Maisie d'Arkent for many days. Rescuing Maisie d'Arkent has been the top national security priority of my administration. Orenian Special Operations forces executed a dangerous and daring nighttime raid in northwestern Talon's Port and accomplished their mission in grand style.

 

The Oren personnel were incredible. I got to watch much of it. No personnel were lost in the operation. This terrorist group and the losers who worked with them — and losers they are — they had no idea what they were getting into.

 

God bless Oren, thank you.

[Emery 958]

"It took them how long?" Asked Holy Ser Owyn de Joannes the Gallant, Most Resilient Protector of the Augustine, Champion of Southbridge, Champion of the Anthosian Fair, Guardian of Sedan, Rescuer of Princesses and Contester of Boars to Madame Braun, who was reading him the missive. "If the goats and I had known we could've rescued her within the same hour!" 

[zuziee 4004]

Maisie d'Arkent would rejoice with hot chocolate as she was saved! Yay!

[NovumChase 235]

Romund Aldor was glad to make himself useful in his first days in the capital.

[camocat9 1024]

Gail Cordius, Sovereign of Talon's Port, heard a knock at his door. Slowly, he moved towards it before pushing it open. A member of the Talon's Port Militia relayed the information of the operation, "Somebody being held for ransom within my city? Should I have known this, I would have dispatched the Militia immediately!"

 

The aging man turned away from the front door, waving away the guardsman before he climbed the steps to the balcony at the top floor of his home, preparing to send a bird.