Slaves, Stand Up

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Gannicus ran through the side streets of a Oren owned town. He panted, as the horse mounted guards chased him. Suddenly, he felt the head of one of the equines collide into his back, which sent him sprawling. As he turned to onto his back the sight of a armored guard, axe raised in the air was going to be the last thing he saw.

 

"GANNICUS!"

 

 

 

Crixus flew from the top of one of the buildings, and lodged his sword in the guards neck. The other one went to strike him, but Lugo spear tackled him off the horse. Gannicus regained his two swords and stood ready. Four six more guards ran around the corner. Before Gannicus could wage command, Crixus had already bolted for them. He drop kicked one, but was cut along his stomach. Gannicus ran to his aid, decapitating the attacker and fending off a couple more. Lugo threw his spear killing another. As the last one was slain, Crixus got back to his feet. "We're going to need more ******* members if we intend to do this." Gannicus laughed, patting him on the arm. "We should break words at the capital. These dogs should have many more who are in the same state as us." Ludo had slipped away a while ago, and returned with three horses and disguises. 

 

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The three rebels walked through the capital of Oren completley cloaked. In the center of town, they stood on higher ground and removed their hoods. Gannicus spoke up.

 

"Slaves of Oren, grab sword, and stand ready! No man, woman, child or elder should have to kneel before a master against their will."

 

Crixus spoke next.

 

"Prepare yourselves to rise against the Emperor ******* Godfrey!"

 

The crowd gasps and curses at the "blasphemy". 

 

"We bow to no king. This place reeks of corruption, and ****. Find your self parted and under our cause. Fight for your own reasons, but as one."

 

Lugo uttered the final words.

 

"A flimsy hand can become a fist. The golden aged rebellion and its chapters will crush Oren."

 

Seeing a squad of over twenty guards the three leave the city grounds.

 

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The brotherhood is a group under the golden aged rebellion. Unlike the others, they are completley made up of slaves. They share no uniform, as each member is there for there own cause and dresses as they wish.

 

The commanders.

 

 

Gannicus

 

Hailing from the North, Gannicus was captured by Oren in his teens. From that point on, he was used as a labour slave because of his "skinny build". Supposed to beef him up a bit. After ageing to his mid twenties, Gannicus became a merc and sword for hire. Making a name for himself Gannicus then had a contract on himself. To survive he negotiated his release and became a rebel leader.

 

 

Crixus

 

Andunian born, Crixus' village was ransacked by Oren whilst he was a boy. Becoming a house slave untill his teens, Crixus had lost all connections to his nationality. Later sent to a labour camp, where he met Gannicus, Crixus rose to alphamale status by always being ready to fight anyone who insulted him. In his late twenties, Crixus was made into a body guard to the nobles of Oren. After escaping, he became a rebel general.

 

 

Lugo

 

Lugo was a former soldier of Oren. After being ordered to murder his brother, they both revolted. In led to his brothers death. Lugo became a labour slave for the rest of his life. After sneaking out of the camp, he met Crixus and Gannicus. Lugo rose to become a rebel captain.

[FalconByte 156]

*Ser Arhadir Owl shouts to them as they leave*

 

"Seems that you just want people in your own guild for you to control!"

 

*Shakes his head as he watches them run away then muttering to himself*

 

"Going to have to do something about them."

 

*Turns ands walks back to the knights keep*

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A man stood on a balcony, silently watching the events unfold, he rubbed his forehead and walked back inside.

 

"Another bloody group of uppity shits that just dirtied our streets with heresy and ignorance."

 

He quickly scrawls something down on a loose sheet of paper, as he goes to shove it in his pack, he cuts himself on the paper, as he winces, he calls out, "I'm ******* cutting myself on all this edge!"

 

 

 

[TornadoWatch 364]

Jonathan Black wonders how the three men made their speech without interruption.

Hell, he wondered if they knew that there was almost no slavery in Oren, while he was at it.