excited 10833 Popular Post Share Posted August 13, 2021 (edited) The King, The Usurper, The Traitor “Maybe you who condemn me are in greater fear than I who am condemned.” The maroon citadel screamed as many men climbed down from the portcullis to the top of the building. The men and women were adorned in no colors, garbed in black clothes and dark grey platemail. The force was composed of conscripts from a foreign land, elves who had turned their sights to the traitors within the throne room. Within the mind of Kairn the Usurper, the crimes of the Red Coyotes remained deeply embedded in his mind. He had been forced to come here and destroy them not because of a favor asked by a friend. It was to honor his fallen son whose justice always felt lacking. Yes, the men and women inhabiting Elvenesse were somewhat liable. But they had made peace many long years ago after a tumultuous war that saw the return of the Avchirran - the Wandering Wolves - a remnant order of powerful Elven soldiers who were the veterans of many wars. Raymond, Kairn, and Avaeramos entered the throne room with their soldiers to their backs. Closeby, the scion of Savoie lay in wait and readied himself for the bloodletting that was to come with his son and retinue. Allies for centuries, since the duel between Kairn Calithil and Olivier de Savoie three centuries ago. “No stop! They’re children!” A woman shouted in terror before Kairn and Avaeramos struck down her relative. Kairn had smiled at her with no mirth in his eyes after lifting his visor. Minutes before, he had remarked. “And you shall join her someday too. You all will.” “Let her go! You only want Tahlia!” The bodies hit the floor with a soft kathunk. Bolts littered many individuals who had been put to death on the spot and the aged soldier turned. Images flashed through his mind quicker than he could hope to process and he could smell that refreshing scent of iron and sulfur in the air. He remembered the Siege of Barrowyck, he remembered the scent of burning flesh as a dock marble white burned. The Usurper sneered and then in tandem with Avaeramos decapitated a woman upon the steps. Her head rolled down slackly, much as many others had before him in the elf’s long life. To the side of him, Olivier Helane, the Inquisitor Eternal of Azdromoth cut down two elven women who were thought complicit in the attempted seizure of the throne of Elvenesse. He laughed maniacally beneath his helmet, his fangs tense as he looked down at their bodies without mercy. Interloper, he thought to himself. Look at you, as you have come before me. You took my heir. And you laugh about it behind closed doors. I will take you all. The voice of the Lord of Savoy echoed out as a woman ran. “Two birds with one stone!” He laughed. “Kill them all!” rattled the Avchirran in a boom. Kairn turned and almost lost himself. He knew if he let his hand fly, the woman and her child would die. His soul burned with the rage of twenty-years of pain and yet he managed to stay in his hand. There would be time to slay her after she gave birth. Perhaps he could steal her child and raise it himself to rinse their pathetic bloodline and bring it under his demesne. The marching continued now as the Wandering Wolves brought out their hatchets and rendered the wood apart. They cast their bottles of alcohol and torches out and steered clear to watch the chaos reign. It would not be long before all those who had been complicit in the murder of Vulen Calithil were brought to justice once more. As the docks burned in the background, The Usurper smiled and those senses of a bygone era returned to him. Crucified men and women, burning flesh, and the scent of falling timbers. He watched too as thick ropes yanked down their totem and he stepped along those ruinous docks to saddle his horse and leave with his men. Edited August 13, 2021 by Excitedly 50 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheTri 378 Share Posted August 13, 2021 (edited) Within the confines of his laboratory, the humid stench of death and agony almost palpable within the air, some foreign half elf leased a bout of sinister cackles - a symphony exhibiting utterly unadulterated derange - at the news. He looked unto the several arisen surrounding him, shrieking, "I am nothing short of envious! Ignorance is a trait bearing no rightful place within any elf!" Edited August 13, 2021 by TheTri 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bhased 3587 Share Posted August 13, 2021 High Prince Evar'tir Oranor expells curls of San'kalan tobacco smoke skywards as he pondered the day's events. "I had expected more, in truth." He laments to himself. "But I am not a man of half measures." 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
squakhawk 7304 Share Posted August 13, 2021 With Pride did Exarch Casreus deliver swift justice in the name of The High Prince, the fallen Templar, and Courage. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xx_BloodStalk_xX 2120 Share Posted August 13, 2021 Dark Dael crossed his arms as he viewed over Kairn, his interest piqued. In truth, he found it curious to watch the man who had lost his son - the Dark Lord's ally - let the pregnant Mali away just short of her own demise. "A child bears no sin." He'd echo. "Good, Lord Kairn. If that is what you want to do, then continue with pride. I will soon join you, once this curse is expelled from my body." The man muttered beneath his breath, glancing behind him as two figures approached. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ClatterCake 262 Share Posted August 13, 2021 Daisuke watched on with horror at the sight, his sword hanging by his side in a tight grip; though he knew full-well that they had deserved what was coming and believed it was justice with all his heart, it was the first time he had witnessed such bloodshed. It was not the first, he assured himself, and it will not be the last. Steeling his heart with the news of Vulen's death and it's circumstances still fresh in his mind, he followed after the group, tossing lantern and matches against the burning vessels as the wood cried out with each snap. When all was said and done, he would leave alongside the party, having shed no blood with his weapon that day, but felt a change in his thoughts. One day, he too would have to take the life of another... and there could be no turning back. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MikoMonster 1393 Share Posted August 13, 2021 Lylianth Ithelanen, who remained within the quiet lands of Camlannen, smirked cruelly as she leaned over the balcony rail, watching the blood-smeared party return to the keep. "Yet more stains bleached from this world, Kairn." The cold-hearted elfess sneered from above. "Another job well done." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
UnBaed 8910 Share Posted August 13, 2021 "I wonder what Kairn's doing these days," Nemir pondered aloud as she was sorting aged tomes in the heart of a bygone land. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nectorist 7347 Share Posted August 13, 2021 Galar enters the front door of the Ithelanen shadow tower (tm), carrying an empty carton of juice. "Dad! Did you drink all the-" He begins to shout before coming to a sudden pause. The tower was empty of its inhabitants, and the only sign of their departure was a single, solitary note as well as a handful of Imperial marks left on the kitchen table. "Will be back later. Had a business meeting. Drank all the juice- didn't want to be thirsty on the walk. I've left you some money to buy some more. See you soon, Dad" 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eryane 3629 Share Posted August 13, 2021 Spoiler yo I’ve got no character to respond to this but wanted to comment that this is a well written post, rly good writing 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lhindir_ 3436 Share Posted August 13, 2021 Adreniel Elibar’acal observes from afar. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ronin_champloo 5951 Share Posted August 13, 2021 A rock smiles with glee. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tea with Gwyn 217 Share Posted August 13, 2021 "Blood, blood, and yet more blood," murmured the seldom-seen huntress, that old optimism fading as a spark faded among canopies. There could be no peace within these accursed walls, she knew that now. Her thoughts turned toward family; as all of these people have been used up and tossed aside by their rulers, when would they find a reason to scapegoat the Hawksongs? "Need to have a word with the wife. Time's come to not go down with the ship." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatGuy_777 218 Share Posted August 13, 2021 A druid ruminates on the past atop a lonely stone outcrop, situated in the middle of a pristine pool. "...I wonder what the bronze one is up to these days? Still up to his old antics, no doubt." With a sigh, the elf stares at his own reflection "Blood, carnage. His commitment is admirable. Few have the stomach for it."He traces some old scars, faded and nearly reduced to memory. "Perhaps one day we shall settle old scores, but until then, stand fast and remain vigilant, Brother Leatherback." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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