TreeSmoothie 4865 Popular Post Share Posted June 25, 2021 ♪♫ [Click for the quotes' music!] 5th of Vzmey and Hyff, 378 ES [5th of Godfrey's Triumph, 1826] , the old dame, sat slumped against her overgrown desk. Blood trickled from her nose and her lips were cracked; some bruised indent sat atop her forehead, like she'd been hit in the head, and a jammed crossbow sat to her side. The space was in a disarray, and her mind the same as her glossy eyes started at the wall. Lavish furniture was tipped on its side, vines growing through them and breaking the leather. Paintings were torn. Someone had broken in and made a mess, even before she could. "I know you may not be feeling . . . The same way I am - sweetheart, you're mine and now our lives are all planned!" As she made haste toward her room she'd made, memories of her service washed over her like a fifty-foot wave cresting some unfortunate shore. Multiple failed attempts on her life-- The infernal war and the campaigns she lead-- Her husband, Old Captain Sir Alaric DeNurem, and their long-dead comrades-- Captured by Demons for two years, a proper long story-- The destruction of Helena, and the voyage to Almaris. It all burned at the back of her mind. As the missive for her banishment was sent out, in place of woe, she felt spite. Seventy five years of service in the army, knighted by the old Emperor; dozens of achievements among those in the century she'd existed, she lived a hero among her comrades. A fiend behind her veil of misdeeds, only known to her; but a hero. And those years of paradise were swept away, soon after. "Nobody needs you. . . . The way you know I DO, forget what they say, let's start our lives anew." The Fifth Brigade had been taken first; her dignity swept and her will to fight dwindling. But there was hope - there was hope, she was sure. There always would be. She could still climb her way up, things would have been fine. She descended into a madness that she hadn't felt ever before. The walls had ears, no one was to be trusted, and each of her comrades sought to kill her, she thought. One false step, and that step would be her last into a lake of cold water. And she had, at last. "Oh darling, I'm not so sure about our hearts aligning, at sixteen years old, could this have been bad timing; puppies pinning?" Then, had come her service in the Imperial Army. She was discharged on account of her degrading mind. "Yam neicht degrading . . . Yam . . . Give me a chance. GIVE ME A SECOND CHANCE! PLEASE!" Her pained howls shook the room, as blue-clad lawmen busted through the doors. Like Major Othaman had been apprehended at his retirement; they were here to claim her, as well, like wicked reapers. The three that'd hosted the Court Martial refused her to be taken, but the lawmen still had their way. Before she was told of her crimes, she was put on trial against the world. "Listen to me sweetheart, you are nothing when we're apart! I can promise you this;" The trial dragged on for hours. The court room was packed, and the air was heavy. Her lawyer, Patrick O'Rourke, fought for her like a soldier on his last breath. It wasn't enough. For her child wounding a Hanseni boy, it was suggested she be hung in the child's stead. Like a dog. It was suggested she be slaughtered. "When we split the town . . . You won't be missed." In some mercy, she was fined several thousand and banished. She scrambled to get her belongings, and now, where she stood, she could hear folk coming to fully throw her out. No, she would leave on her own accord. In the few thirty years they'd settled on Almaris, she'd learned the Bastion like the back of her hand. She looped from her room, toward the War Room, and back down, descending into her labs to snag the last of her belongings. So, left a single note before the Bastion, held firm by a wad of Jailor's Moss. "Good-bye, comrades. Farewell. This injustice shan't be forgotten, and these wounds will ever bleed on. I've found peace with the family my child wounded, in a mere agreement of some hefty sum of service & repayment with Ruslan. The Hanseni are reasonable; yet the Orenian law is not. The Orenian Law purges good folk and ensures the soldiers they lead are brainless, unknowing, and abused. We had plead the trial be ended - I was never told my rights, their reason for arrest, nor the case at hand. But the Orenian law ignored it and took my life in turn. In Memoriam of Sofia Teufel, in Memoriam of Heath Linnord. In memoriam of the veterans I had lead that died or have gone missing amidst this terrible chaos in this Saint's week. If Oren does not mourn, I surely do. Take heed. Good-bye, Dame Viktoriya." 42 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qizu 4037 Share Posted June 25, 2021 "It is quite a shame to see the recent events within the services of the Empire. The depriving of the military in regards to the alchemical, and the magic world, the banishment of a knight, I only hope that the people of the Empire can unite soon." he says as he dips his head towards the Dame as he finishes his conversation with her, a smirk lingering beneath the shadow across his face as he did so. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HurferDurfer1 2584 Share Posted June 26, 2021 Mr Rat / Shobolan the Spectacular/ Ilkazar the Incredible/ Coltaine will mourn not being able to have the chance to get to know Captain Viktoriya 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
PaleOmnivore390 77 Share Posted June 26, 2021 Even though Richard was in a coma he overheard the nurses occasionally. It was mostly nonsense but when he put put together the pieces of Captain Viktoriya's story he wept inside. He thought "How could this happen!? Can't they see the wrong in their ways?" 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gladuos 857 Share Posted June 26, 2021 In some distant plane there exists the wails of endless souls, sickly green and like an ocean of evil. They fill the entirety of this existence; there is no up nor down, for all direction is meaningless. In the center there is a massive, black silhouette. As its chest heaves, a vacuum forms that pulls in the ichor, faces locked in permanent torment within. The body is obscured, save for the mouth as its maw opens wide to reveal the many rows of serrated teeth... "Dav'kul kramutru, ikztoz'zak..." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roguechaotic 263 Share Posted June 26, 2021 Aeonn nods as the once ISA now finally sits at her throne "...so good of you to join us...its been sometime...and once more Oren drives another nail into its own coffin..." before opening a book writing down- "For those who wrong the righteous, only their downfall can follow" "They shall all know that lesson in time" -before once more closing the book "We've preparations for our next encounter...the time draws ever closer" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Althea_ 330 Share Posted June 26, 2021 Tavisha Barrow silent but snarkily laughs in BSK recruitment. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TreeSmoothie 4865 Author Share Posted June 26, 2021 30 minutes ago, Roguechaotic said: Aeonn nods as the once ISA now finally sits at her throne "...so good of you to join us...its been sometime...and once more Oren drives another nail into its own coffin..." before opening a book writing down- "For those who wrong the righteous, only their downfall can follow" "They shall all know that lesson in time" -before once more closing the book "We've preparations for our next encounter...the time draws ever closer" That Dame sat, sprawling out on her throne with a softened smile. Her arms tossed out, she muttered back, "It's been so long, Aeonn." 42 minutes ago, Gladuos said: In some distant plane there exists the wails of endless souls, sickly green and like an ocean of evil. They fill the entirety of this existence; there is no up nor down, for all direction is meaningless. In the center there is a massive, black silhouette. As its chest heaves, a vacuum forms that pulls in the ichor, faces locked in permanent torment within. The body is obscured, save for the mouth as its maw opens wide to reveal the many rows of serrated teeth... "Dav'kul kramutru, ikztoz'zak..." As she reminisced, her arms bent inward. For a moment; a split second, as she looked to Aeonn, she began to tremble - like some fever dream had taken ahold of her. Nostalgia . . . Wretched memories of some Daemon. Still, and for forever, she'd have those scars and pentagrams scrawled along her flesh - evidence of her suffering. As Viktoriya stared at Aeonn, she shook her frown away and chuckled; "I'll make vy proud." Though, all the same, a coincidence it could coincide with what the behemoth uttered. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
monkeypoacher 6993 Share Posted June 26, 2021 A man in blue sloshed around the dregs of a bottle of cider, raising the vessel in celebration. He grinned ear to ear at the thought that the reds might finally be purged of sorcerers and criminal elements, the sort of folk who made his job into a living hell. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herod 802 Share Posted June 26, 2021 A boy standing at the Hall in Valwyck looks out the window, his gaze locked to the direction of the swamps. "She was responsible for almost having niet only me killed, but her children." He mumbled, before spotting a lone Nachezer far in the distance. "Ea suppose she could repent, like people do for Godani." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ofrider 153 Share Posted June 29, 2021 Jorg sharpens his blade, chuckling, it didn't matter her past sins, or what she did, he found her starving, something to be made stronger, and stronger still, and like a blade, it must be re-forged, and that blade, would be her. He had work to do, and would be welcoming in open arms. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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