[quote=@Mag Lev] [color=#008000][h2][center][b][u]War for the Crown- Bulithy Vale[/u][/b][/center][/h2][/color] [b]”What do you think you are doin’ here young lady? Don’t ya know these forests are cursed,”[/b] said the figure who had silently approached Maris from behind. His voice was rough, like coarse sand and the thick smell of pipe tobacco wafted out as he thin trail was puffed from between his lips. He smelled partly of dew and blood, a wound on his arm wrapped in fresh bandages easily visible as the Champion of Locke turned to meet the gaze of the obviously veteran soldier. Coarse grey hair indicating stubble was fresh on his face and his hair kept pulled back in a short ponytail made for an intimidating sight to most people. Yet, Maris knew the man was not a danger nor was he even a hassle should the need arise to fight him. Exhaustion was painfully obvious on his face, his eyes bloodshot and struggling to stay open. It was surprising the man could even stand in his state, something had obviously pushed him to this point. It could only be assumed that it was whatever had caused the damage to the soldiers all about. [b]”You’ll want to leave here and quick, I can take you out. You’ll only meet the same fate as them if you stay.”[/b] Something similar to sorrow and regret in his voice told Maris that he was completely serious. A fresh breeze of air flew past the pair, bringing in the smell of rot and blood from the corpses in its path. [@Samara] [color=#005ce6][h2][center][b][u]Heham’s Desire- Heham[/u][/b][/center][/h2][/color] The Sentinel’s Guild Hall was absolutely bustling that morning, a din of conversation being carried well into the streets outside where the soldiers of Heham’s Army stood in great disdain. Some of the smaller Guilds were looking at the door to the Guild Hall with a smile for they knew what had gone down within. It was well known that the those who had denied the call to arms had been talking, something was certainly up and Rand knew it well as at least twenty men from seven different Guilds walked into the Hall. They wore the regalia of fighters, thieves, mages, and even a few merchants and yet, different though they were, they seemed to bear an uncanny unity that few Guilds could call their own. [b]”So, I hear you Sentinel boys have also turned away from this foolish war just like the rest o’ us.”[/b] The booming voice which near silenced the Hall had come from a large man, a well known blacksmith and head of the largest smithy Guild in Heham. His black beard and dirtied skin yet fine clothing contrasted his appearance so that he stood out far more than he normally would’ve. A few other men from other Guilds stepped into the hall, watching out the doors cautiously. [b]”Now, I’d like to offer you boys somethin’ different. We all know that damnable King is gonna run this country to the ground, I say we stop him. Me and the lads here have already gotten the support of a few of the other Guilds, with your help we could very well win. The only issue bein’ takin out the Black Watch bastards who’s coin purses are filled by the King to guard this city,”[/b] He said in a hushed voice to the congregation. A few men among the Sentinels nodded in agreement and few shook in dissent, though the majority showed no preference at all. What had just been said could very well bring about the deaths of all of them. [@AetherChronos] [color=#4dffff][h2][center][b][u]Galrond[/u][/b][/center][/h2][/color] While Merasmus read away in the sitting area of the bookstore, the sound of shouting could be heard outside. With the recent dispute over the legitimacy of the King of Galrond had come tensions between the common people, nobles, and the military. It was well known that many Mages held places of power in Galrond, though few more barely more than the King’s personal tax collectors. Those who entered the streets during the day were often attacked and today was no different. Yet, the attack this time was more than just thrown rocks and the occasional punch. This time, men died. Screams echoed from outside into the store as men and women ran from a hail of pebbles. Somebody had picked the fight with the wrong Mage and now there was hell to pay. [@Frizan] [color=#53ff1a][h2][center][b][u]Skirmishes[/u][/b][/center][/h2][/color] It was a surprise that such a punitive force had made it behind the lines of Hawic’s Army but it was worthless to focus on them. They’d be well enough dead before the day was over and life would return to usual. Men and women watched with curiosity in the nearby area, though they quickly lost the interest and went about their daily lives. They knew little about the world outside of their lands and cared little about it. Cerise though, he wasn’t like the others anymore. The world had cracked up similar to that of an egg and he knew that his life would no longer be the same. A few soldiers wandered by, lacking care in the fighting as the marched towards the front lines. Many had went to die on those fields and for what, an honorable burial? No, that just wouldn’t do for Cerise, not anymore at least. [@souleaterfan320] [/quote] [color=a0410d]Cerise[/color] Cerise stood silently, watching the chaos unfold. blades dancing, clashing against each other with the clang of steel and iron. Men shouting commands, as blood was drawn on the battlefield. Soon enough, around the span of half an hour, there were only two left. On of Hawic's prestigious knights, and a grizzly, thuggish looking knight from Heham, squaring down in front of him. Blow after blow had been dileviered, the steel ringing out in an ugly song. It was only a matter of who would tire first, from what cerise could tell. Unfortunately, the knight from hawic tired first, falling to the Heham knight's halberd. [color=0072bc]Who dares challenge the might of Heham finest, Hmm?[/color] The knight barely caught a glimpse of Cerise's crossbow on his back, and the knife strapped to his side. [color=0072bc].. You, sir. Do you hail from Hawic?[/color] Cerise stood dumbfounded. This brute wanted to challenge him. This wouldn't end well... [color=a0410d]I do. Do you plan on murdering an innocent bystander, ye brute?[/color] The knight stared at him as if cerise had just offended the knight's very own mother. [color=0072bc]You speak with confidence. Lets see if your skill matches, have at ye![/color] The knight lunged toward cerise, lunging his halberds spear tip towards his abdomen, which cerise drew his obsidian blade to block, driving the halberd into the round with its master's momentum, then promptly guiding it along the shafts, bringing the knife to the mans face, opening a gash across the knight's nose. The knight let out a noise signifying his pain, then jumped back, pulling the halberd from the ground. Cerise and the knight then circled each other, waiting for the others move patiently.