The Account Never To Be Remembered

[Gaius ~ Sertorius Cagan 62]

"Quick, quick! Make for the woodlands!"

 

Yanetian slides nimbly through the intertwining branches of the pine tree-line that he was sitting in, Benedict Aves having found him earlier and decided to participate alongside him. It was the first encounter of companionship between Arbiter Yanetian Thoruntor and a Sentinel; a Commander to be more proper in Benedict's light. Yanetian had bolted in a different direction, the first and obvious manner to assist in breaking up the streaming line of knights in White Rose tabards who came forth to respond to the sighting of covert agents. After twenty minutes of rushing through the forests, Yanetian takes a swift glance over his shoulder; noticing no one immediately on his trail. Taking shelter by pushing himself through the bristly needles of a pine tree and recollecting his breathe, he watches two White Roses race past his tree; oblivious of it's guest.

 

His entire body eases on a bed of smashed needles as he leans into the pine tree, leaving a minute to pass to ensure no White Roses intervene with him as he pushes himself away and back towards the Fortress of the White Rose. He starts out with a light jog, leaving himself to breathe fully and capable of taking in his surroundings, the thought of Benedict and the possible fates quicken his pace. As the fortress comes into sight, Yanetian makes his way into the fortress through means meant in stealth. Upon sighting the inner citadel, he scales the walls and enters the upper-most level, realizing it an unfinished piece of architecture and able to spot to the bottom floor. Upon looking down, he spots Thomas Chivay as he walks about and observes indescribable details that Yanetian could not view; he snaps out of the wishing-well view as he notices Chivay walking into the plaza of the Citadel.

 

Sliding on his feet as he takes into account possible and safe paths to the ground of the Citadel, he keeps Chivay in view and notices him entering a tower; Yanetian takes the chance to reach the ground and bolts lightly to the tower. He slows as he nears the door, leaning his head to look into the tower hollow and notices Thomas Chivay standing about and facing opposite the door. Making his steps lighter, arcing his foot so that the heel sticks upward and allowing him precise steps, he slowly unslings a crossbow that he had confiscated from a checkpoint earlier and sluggishly cranks the tension and readies a bolt. Hearing the door begin to open, a smirk of satisfaction draws itself upon Yanetian's jaw; he lifts the crossbow up as Thomas Chivay walks out.

 

There was no word, but merely the blinking of eyes. There was nothing left to say as the bolt entered the cranium of Thomas Chivay, but there was plenty reason to investigate his person for keys, for the currency. As he did such, as blood pooled about they caved head of the Chivay; another walks into the Citadel. With the crossbow expended, Yanetian reaches for his belt and withdraws his falx with an amused look on his face. With the boost of confidence, his mind crescents as he observes Peter Chivay meticulously, his spirit high. The Elves would unite with the greatest boost of morale of all, news of the assassination of the leader of the White Roses; but what would come next would have been demoralizing if the account was ever able to be recounted. As Peter began to cuss as Yanetian came closer, a freshly wielded sword now in Peter's hand, the clashing of mail against marching legs became prominent as a line of White Rose knights enter the Citadel. Upon the arrival of the many knights, a reversal of smirks and dismay took place as Yanetian took into his account his fate. Perhaps as Humans do in sagas and stories, he would rush forth to clash swords with Peter Chivay and meet his fate with falx in hand.

 

[[This is just the account of the amazing event that had occurred late evening EST on 23rd of March. Neither Thomas Chivay or Yanetian Thoruntor are perma-killed, I thought it should be written up about and I had plenty of laughs and veteran gloating with both the Elves and White Roses. If anything, I thought mixing the drink would make for interesting encounters and so far it is proving correct. This account is NOT remembered by Yanetian, simply written for the forums and out-of-character enjoyment. Better than sitting on the forums, b-tching and complaining ;)]]

[Supremacy 3361]

((After reading this and having my own little RP adventure with Kalenz and the Arcane Delvers today, I'm inclined to believe that a lot of cool roleplay happened in Malinor today.))

[Stag 3234]

((I would argue that the collective awesomeness of the events out ranks any other event that anthos has ever seen!))

[TheBareSheet 194]

(( What is the current condition of the Thomas?))

[thewhiteknights(rarethorn) 27]

((well rims to kill weak roses. *out hunting*))

[Gaius ~ Sertorius Cagan 62]

[[Thomas Chivay is NOT dead, Yanetian Thoruntor is NOT dead. I am glad that we are starting to turn over a new leaf and receiving the blows while dealing a few for fun between us two!]]

[Peter Chivay 2494]

(( I pwnt Gaius in PvP so he deaded.

 

Jk jk, but it was really fun. Needless to say I wasn't expecting to see what  saw when I walked through those gates. ))

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.