The Green Wedding

[Jay Lenos 384]

Listen to as you read:

 

*Blood runs through the newly made Kralta church. The dead bodies dragged and thrown into piles filling up the long calls of the castle. Carrion, Denim, and Silverblade blood runs thick with the death of the many in the anticipation of the wedding between the blessed Podrick Denims and Alisa Carrion. This holy occasion beginning weeks beforehand with the arriving of family and those invited to come and watch the grand wedding. But, the ceremony was cut short.

 

With the vows being spoken and love found in the hearts of the two young ones no one had any bad thoughts in there minds. They made there way down the isle as they engaged with each other in vows. Loud noises were heard as hooded bannermen of House Green reigned fire down on the couples and those seated at his side. Quickly the guards locked and closed the gates as the crowd erupted in anger and yelling not knowing what had gone on. Alisa lay at the front of the chapel arrows diverged into her chest. Podrick looked down anguish in his eyes as the guards pulling him out he was brought to tears as he makes his leave. Pius Silverblade an arrow in his shoulder turns and runs in the deep depths of the night with the Chivays. 

 

Men are killed at the tops of the church as one man sneaks through to the entrance past all the havok and chaos he turns with a grin as he tightens the hood around his face. He lets out a chuckle as he speaks in a loud booming voice: "Codrick Green sends his regards!" Turning he runs off into the night not to be found. Many look in awe at the hearing of the name, a man who has gone against all odds, the  leader of House Green. 

 

With the break of dawn a battle rages on between the forces as they begin to make there leave in retreat to there lands in which they came. The nobles targeted sit in hiding as the soldiers mourn and take care of there injured and fallen. 

 

Many days pass in which the clean up and defense of the city begin, the men unaware of what may come. The forces come together in the once grand chapel of Kralta as the forces begin to speak, the location of Pius Silverblade still remaining unknown. At the talk footsteps are heard outside in the night as some guards turn to see, nodding to the one who enters. A hooded man walks down the isle as all the bannermen and forces turn to see, they can see him hold for his injured shoulder. The man brings his hood down as he steps up to the chapel looking down at everyone, the man that stands: Pius Silverblade. Pius takes in a deep breath as he yells one thing : "Remove Green." He quickly makes his way down the isle and as he turns from halfway down the isle he nods to the leaders of the force: Siegmund Carrion, Podrick Denims, Maximus Horen. A slow chat is heard from the bannermen and forces as he makes his way all the way down and out of the chapel. It continues to grow louder and is easily heard "Remove Green, Remove Green." they turn to each other continuing on the chant as it grows in volumes that can be heard from all of those within the cities around Kralta. The Bannermen look to each other in acceptance of there words as they know what they must do "Remove Green."*

 

(All view ic, men dressed as green - as requested by ledzep)

 

How about (This is simply the point of view of those involved - regarding the men in green, who were simply dressed to the part) 

[Seventh / Ryan 93]

"He tastes the sweet blood of my brothers... And now the rain grows thicker..."

 

Maximus Meridius Horen takes a seat in the large church. The house of God boasts large golden double-crossed signs, and the crowds huddle around their seats with the common murmur amidst the air. Maximus takes notice of the gate guards, letting flows of people into the church. He specifically takes note of a dozen individuals - hooded and cloaked. He watches them ascend into the stands above, he misses however what they carry in their hands - Crossbows.

 

Shrugging the sudden urge of sickening thought in his gut off, he turns his attention back to the Altar, taking a quick glance at his bannermen, standing near him. He admires the suit of Podrick Denims, nodding in approval, he shifts uncomfortably. The atmosphere within the church is sickening. As the crowds quiet down, the holy father begins to pray and seal the bond of the young couple. Maximus smiles widely and claps. His wide smile fades, slowly, as he begins to atune the sound of song in his ears... a song he only heard in stories. He glances up at the stands above, witnessing multiple cloaked figures, 22 in total. Next to them stand musicians, playing the song of damnation... he can feel his heart pick up in his throat.

 

Turning away, he opens his mouth, attempting to shout at the people at the altar, for it was in vain. The holy father sealed the marriage, as the couple kissed, and at this moment a rain begun to fly. A rain of beautiful death. Arrows flung from the stands above, hitting multiple nobles and guards. He watches as the common folk begin to scream, and the nobles and bannermen move amidst the confusion. In mere moments they would be mowed down by hailing arrows. The 2 gate guards shut the gates, drew their swords and approached the remaining nobles.

 

The wicked sharp blade pierced a noble next to Maximus, the gaurd, a traitor, glares at the noble - "Codrick Green sends his regards." Maximus brings out his blade, piercing it through the body of the betrayer. Arrows wizzing past his head, he notices his bannermen at the entrance-gate of the church, attempting to open it. He rushes towards them, however a bolt flung into his left hand, as he is almost shot to the side. He releases a scream of agony, before regaining his balance, and rushing to the aid of his bannermen. The entrance is opened, and floods of commoners, nobles,  and bannermen pour out, before a large force of fortified troops move into the church to kill the traitors. Maximus plucks the arrow out of his hand, before turning around shouting at his bannermen to form up, and advances back into the hostile church. Arrows still being flung and mow down the first line of forces sent in, before the cloaked men ambush the rest, however, being outnumbered they were taken down with ease. Multiple cloaked figures were seen to escape the church.

 

Maximus glares atthe countless bodies on the ground, cursing. He glares at his remaining bannermen.

 

"Remove Green."

 

--Seventh

[Lark 2227]

((This was so awesome))

[Death Reaper 37]

[ARCHITECUS 4788]

Morphs into his were-orc form once more.

 

"REMOVE GREEN"

[Aislin 4354]

((I love Game of Thrones!))

[dude 230]

((Both the wedding and this post are EPIC))

[Lark 2227]

((I murdered...EVERYONE, or close.))

[bungo 3965]

((how cute.))

[TornadoWatch 364]

((http://gyazo.com/3aafb0a2e5dd2abc40797c3da71cbfa4

 

Hmmmmmmmm))

[DragoonCrow 346]

Crowley Thorne wrinkles his nose as the smell of the sea hits him. "Yup this sure smells fishy to me."

[Galendar 631]

*Alexander blinks slowly*

". . . . House Green doesn't have banner men . . . ."

[Cracker 4570]

Pjtor polishes the crossbow he used to incite total war. The scrawny peasant had only intended to scare the newlyweds with a few crossbow bolts fired over their heads in an effort to bless them in the time of war, but when one of his Orcish buddies aimed at White Rose personal with distinct scrutiny and another dwarf found himself "misfiring" near "Siegmund Carrion", -a disgused Bogdan-, all hell broke loose.  He hadn't planned for massacre; unfortunately, jokes and tricks can backfire into utter chaos. The wedding broke into frenzied panic as soon all of the guests began to either flee or ravage another in combat, war spilling over from the battlefield unto holy grounds. The church soon found itself baptized in blood.

 

However, the accusations against Green were incredibly faulty for any noble who wasn't shocked by the incident to believe. While the town mystic Bogdan disguise of Lord Carrion had fooled most, Pjtor knew that the real Lord Carrion had the wit to know that the Greens lacked both the manpower and the will to orchestrate such chaos. Perhaps if it was another day, when the Teutonic Order would have backed so vile a deed, but nonetheless, Pjtor kept to himself. Better they blame the mysteriously vanished Lord Green over the defenseless mischievous peasant.

[Drelik 865]

A letter arrives to Baile of House Green, it is sealed with the sigil of the Flayed Man of House Blackmont

 

"Lord Codrik Green, Lord of Baile and the animals of House Green. I give you until the full moon to order all of your bannermen to resign and join the Lion Knights, Shields, or other national defense forces, aswell as you will pay the Houses in whos blood you've split 75% of your Houses wealth, and you will submit the Green Lands outside of your city walls to Lord Siegmund Carrion."

 

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

 

"Failure to Comply, on the night of the first moon I will gather the garrison of the Dreadfort to march against House Green in an official declaration of warfare, aswell as any Green Bannermen found resisting will be arrested and sentenced to death by Live Flaying."

 

                                                                                                                            - Ser Captain Drelik Letholdus of House Blackmont

[Korth :-) 52]

((This was so awesome))

 

((LARK! >:c))