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If you have something in mind go for it though it will definitely affect how the reaction of the fairly sized group outside the tavern
October 28th
Queens, New York
@Descartes
"How noble" John replied, his tone rather unenthusiastic as his gaze remained focused on Luthor. While Luthor was dressed well in a suit, his heavy breathing indicated that such a rescue required a good amount of effort. John on the other hand wasn't sweating at all despite being in the middle of a relatively intense workout. While regular humans often worked out to increase their strength, John simply worked out to practice discipline and controlling his physical attributes. The Kryptonian decided to break eye contact only so he can once more take another "look" outside the gym. As he peered through the walls he could hear the faint sounds of sirens closing in on the distance indicating that regardless of what happened earlier, that this man was telling the truth.
"Well mister, you got some balls, I'll give you that." John added on as his eyes returned to the man before him. "You should be careful though," John warned "These streets are dangerous now a days. Trying to play hero could have gotten you killed and my buddy over there woulda been watching the news of your demise" John leaned his head to the side with a quick nod to indicate that Julian, the gym owner did not even bother to come out from his office.
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"How noble" John replied, his tone rather unenthusiastic as his gaze remained focused on Luthor. While Luthor was dressed well in a suit, his heavy breathing indicated that such a rescue required a good amount of effort. John on the other hand wasn't sweating at all despite being in the middle of a relatively intense workout. While regular humans often worked out to increase their strength, John simply worked out to practice discipline and controlling his physical attributes. The Kryptonian decided to break eye contact only so he can once more take another "look" outside the gym. As he peered through the walls he could hear the faint sounds of sirens closing in on the distance indicating that regardless of what happened earlier, that this man was telling the truth.
"Well mister, you got some balls, I'll give you that." John added on as his eyes returned to the man before him. "You should be careful though," John warned "These streets are dangerous now a days. Trying to play hero could have gotten you killed and my buddy over there woulda been watching the news of your demise" John leaned his head to the side with a quick nod to indicate that Julian, the gym owner did not even bother to come out from his office.
I just been taking what's been said and trying to make it as vague as possible so it can be subject to change if necessary
But what's been established so far is that Aradla is in the midst of going through a civil war with two other kingdoms involving themselves, one backing the Adarla, the other backing the rebels through means of supplying supplies/soldiers etc
But what's been established so far is that Aradla is in the midst of going through a civil war with two other kingdoms involving themselves, one backing the Adarla, the other backing the rebels through means of supplying supplies/soldiers etc
Within the city of Aradia a platoon of armored soldiers marched in union as they escorted Arathion and General Rowan throughout the city. Citizens of the city stepped aside, not wanting to piss of the armored men who kept their pointed halberds high in the sky though it would take a quick motion to drop it down in the event some foolish combatant made a move on them. Still despite the heavy military presence people couldn't help but watch as several delegates flanked by men of their own raised signed papers and shouted into the crowd
"By orders of the King! Any men or woman willing to enlist in the war effort will be see immediate compensation!" The thought of money was sure to grab some ears.
"You will be trained, you will be properly armed and you will help beat back the traitors that desire to see your king killed and your homes destroyed! Will you rally to your king and country!?"
As Arathion and Rowan walked the streets they could see those who were hesitant and some reluctantly stepped forward.
"Well... it's a start" Rowan mumbled as he continued to watch the delegates make their way throughout various crowds and city streets.
"I don't need professional soldiers. I just need enough men to occupy the enemy while my soldiers take the heart of the enemy" Arathion replied who himself was not exactly fond of the new found recruits.
"Aradia is far different from Asur. Military service isnt mandatory here... hah thats a thought. I'm surprised the king hasn't made it law yet" Rowan was loyal to his king but the way the kingdom has fared in the last few years, no one exactly had high opinions on him.
As the military platoon moved throughout the city they paused as several silver armored warriors walked into view as they bowed at Arathion's presence. Arathion acknowledged their respect as exchanged words with the group's leader in elvish leaving Rowan and his men slightly uncomfortable knowing they could not understand what was being said between the high elves. As they conversed a great amount of noise radiated from a nearby tavern. Normally this wouldn't be an issue but there was a particularly violent presence within the building that it only felt natural for the citizens outside of the tavern to take a peak from their position.
"Is your city always this... dysfunctional?" Arathion questioned as he turned his attention away from the tavern and back towards the streets of people who remained in awe and curiosity of what sounded like an inevitable mass brawl.
"You two go check it out" Rowan ignored the question as simply eyed two soldiers and had them approach the tavern to investigate.
"By orders of the King! Any men or woman willing to enlist in the war effort will be see immediate compensation!" The thought of money was sure to grab some ears.
"You will be trained, you will be properly armed and you will help beat back the traitors that desire to see your king killed and your homes destroyed! Will you rally to your king and country!?"
As Arathion and Rowan walked the streets they could see those who were hesitant and some reluctantly stepped forward.
"Well... it's a start" Rowan mumbled as he continued to watch the delegates make their way throughout various crowds and city streets.
"I don't need professional soldiers. I just need enough men to occupy the enemy while my soldiers take the heart of the enemy" Arathion replied who himself was not exactly fond of the new found recruits.
"Aradia is far different from Asur. Military service isnt mandatory here... hah thats a thought. I'm surprised the king hasn't made it law yet" Rowan was loyal to his king but the way the kingdom has fared in the last few years, no one exactly had high opinions on him.
As the military platoon moved throughout the city they paused as several silver armored warriors walked into view as they bowed at Arathion's presence. Arathion acknowledged their respect as exchanged words with the group's leader in elvish leaving Rowan and his men slightly uncomfortable knowing they could not understand what was being said between the high elves. As they conversed a great amount of noise radiated from a nearby tavern. Normally this wouldn't be an issue but there was a particularly violent presence within the building that it only felt natural for the citizens outside of the tavern to take a peak from their position.
"Is your city always this... dysfunctional?" Arathion questioned as he turned his attention away from the tavern and back towards the streets of people who remained in awe and curiosity of what sounded like an inevitable mass brawl.
"You two go check it out" Rowan ignored the question as simply eyed two soldiers and had them approach the tavern to investigate.
Fortunately a lot of it is usually just OOC
Queens New York
October 28th
Steps
Someone approached. John turned towards the direction of the entrance as he narrowed his eyes peering through the brick walls of the gym as a man of middle age entered the building. "Hey Julian!" John called out as he stood up sizing the approaching figure up through the gyms walls "Were you expecting a visitor?"
"Visitor? huh? At this time nah... Hey didn't you lock the doors?" Julian answered back as he leaned backwards trying to conversate though the ongoing basketball game occupied his attention.
"I was about to." John lied. "Sit back, I'll deal with it" John leaned over to grab the 250lb pound back with one hand before casually throwing it into a corner as if it were made out of paper as he approached the entrance. John rarely closed the gym when intended unless he was for leaving for the day. Nobody got past him, this time wouldn't be different.
At Luthor would creep forward he would find John standing just several feet ahead of him, arms folded. The differences between them was immediately apparent with John at least a good 3 inches taller and 20 or so pounds of muscle heavier. The kryptonian stood wearing only sweatpants and a black top as if too purposely show off just how physically intimidating he was... whoever this person was, they were already looking outclassed "You lost?" John questioned upon making eye contact with Lex.
October 28th
Steps
Someone approached. John turned towards the direction of the entrance as he narrowed his eyes peering through the brick walls of the gym as a man of middle age entered the building. "Hey Julian!" John called out as he stood up sizing the approaching figure up through the gyms walls "Were you expecting a visitor?"
"Visitor? huh? At this time nah... Hey didn't you lock the doors?" Julian answered back as he leaned backwards trying to conversate though the ongoing basketball game occupied his attention.
"I was about to." John lied. "Sit back, I'll deal with it" John leaned over to grab the 250lb pound back with one hand before casually throwing it into a corner as if it were made out of paper as he approached the entrance. John rarely closed the gym when intended unless he was for leaving for the day. Nobody got past him, this time wouldn't be different.
At Luthor would creep forward he would find John standing just several feet ahead of him, arms folded. The differences between them was immediately apparent with John at least a good 3 inches taller and 20 or so pounds of muscle heavier. The kryptonian stood wearing only sweatpants and a black top as if too purposely show off just how physically intimidating he was... whoever this person was, they were already looking outclassed "You lost?" John questioned upon making eye contact with Lex.
Also trying to be vague about the rebellion and stuff so things can be changed if necessary
Within the capital's keep Arathion paced back and forth in silent frustration, the silence uncomfortable to the other military officers who privately wished to escape the wrath of the frustrated elven prince. The tension was high as it obvious that the rebels, these so called Freedom Fighters were more than just a nuisance but instead a legitimate threat that was capable of marching against the king's armies. After what seemed to be an eternity for the aggravated officers council room's doors opened as an older man stepped through... and it was not the king.
"General Rowan." Arathion acknowledged as he eyed the older man who appeared roughly in his mid fifties. The golden armored warrior turned almost immediately in anticipation but despite his knowledge and respect for the general, this was not the person he wanted to see.
"Crown Prince Arathion of the Asur." The general replied. "My apologies, the king is not well so he trusts me to represent him in this council"
Arathion's face inched to one of disapproval, it was painfully obvious that Aradia was not ready for him and the the king himself whether he truly was ill had no intention with meeting with the renowned war lord. Could one blame him? It would be hard too. Arathion may have been charming to other elves but was notoriously difficult with even other kings and such blatant disrespect could never go punished considering nobody willing crossed swords with the famed Asur.
"How unfortunate." Arathion replied though he he little to hide the disapproval in this tone "Very well, let's speak on this matter... your nobleman gave off one impression, your officers here, another. So what what exactly are you dealing with?"
The general nodded slowly as if to compose his thoughts before he placing several sheets of paper on the war council's table. "These are the latest reports, scouts spoke of a possible incoming attack from the north. We've had no contact since then and we are assuming the worst" The others officers swallowed upon hearing this news with faces. They knew that the enemy was for real and gradually getting closer.
"These rebels, they appear to be far more organized and equipped then I was led to believe"
"We have yet to determine an actual number. With the way this winter has been everything has been delayed, reports... provisions, troop movements, everything. If I had to guess? At least 10,000 if you take into account all of the rebellious outside regions. Their numbers are likely growing everyday"
"Even if that was doubled, is the winter that harsh that your forces can't properly march a force to counter it?"
"Like I said, harsh winter. Our men had been chasing ghosts initially and now we are disorganized, chain of command is ruined. We have deserters and rebel sympathizers, wild monsters ravage the main roads and bandits picking at the scraps. We're losing"
"Give me an opportunity to meet their army in full force with mine. If they meet me in the open field I'll crush them and win this war for you." The arrogance was infuriating but General Rowan knew that Arathion was probably correct considering the Asur's legions world renowned reputation.
"With 3000 men? You have no siege weapons, your lacking in heavy cavalry, not a single dragon..." A questionable response? of course but Rowan needed all the help he can get. If Arathion was disrespectful to the cause then it was only fair to question the Asur's commitment to this war effort.
"My soldiers are far different then yours. Had I brought a real true elven army I might as well have snatch this land from you entirely. My father, my king insisted I only act on policing duty but it seems you have a full scale civil war on your hands and now I'm forced to try and win it for you" Another stab to the gut to the men in the room but again nobody dared to speak out in disapproval.
The room remained silent for several moments as the other military officers knew that unless they had something of value to say, it was best to stay quiet. As Rowan reviewed the map of Aradia and the other reports, he knew he had to give in.
"So then Lord Arathion, what's the plan?"
"This rebel force will win the country with ease... you need a victory, I'll give it to you. I'm taking command and I expect there will be no objections?" Arathion paused to survey the room, there was nothing that indicated a disapproval. "Good. We will start with the provisions I've brought along. It seems that perhaps the food and supplies I've brought will be more valuable than my soldiers and fortunately for you I will have more in a fortnight." Arathion then stepped forward to glance through the reports once more before pointing towards the capital of Aradia on the map.
"We will start here, in this very city. The majority of the population is cold and hungry but there are numerous talents within this city. The provisions will go to them. Any individual that joins the king's army will be fed and properly equipped. They will be trained and mobilized to counter this rebel threat. To encourage smoother relations with your people, monetary rewards will be given out to any person who provides factual information on rebel movements, rebel names and so forth. False information however... is punishable by death. A fitting end for traitors." The crowd nodded at this statement, a good start.
"You really think you can achieve both things?" Rowan questioned though it was not like he had an alternative plan.
"Your king needs a victory. Without a victory the people will likely just open the doors to the cities themselves and let the rebels take it. We need to establish trust in the crown once more... have your men walk the streets let them know that fame and fortune awaits those who help restore order to the crown"
"If the rebels know you are backing us. It may complicate the situation if they know who you are" Rowan warned.
"If they know me, then they should realize this war is over for them and if they don't... they will, soon" Arathion shot back before walking towards the closest wall and opening the wooden windows to stare into the city's streets from his elevated position.
"They will"
"General Rowan." Arathion acknowledged as he eyed the older man who appeared roughly in his mid fifties. The golden armored warrior turned almost immediately in anticipation but despite his knowledge and respect for the general, this was not the person he wanted to see.
"Crown Prince Arathion of the Asur." The general replied. "My apologies, the king is not well so he trusts me to represent him in this council"
Arathion's face inched to one of disapproval, it was painfully obvious that Aradia was not ready for him and the the king himself whether he truly was ill had no intention with meeting with the renowned war lord. Could one blame him? It would be hard too. Arathion may have been charming to other elves but was notoriously difficult with even other kings and such blatant disrespect could never go punished considering nobody willing crossed swords with the famed Asur.
"How unfortunate." Arathion replied though he he little to hide the disapproval in this tone "Very well, let's speak on this matter... your nobleman gave off one impression, your officers here, another. So what what exactly are you dealing with?"
The general nodded slowly as if to compose his thoughts before he placing several sheets of paper on the war council's table. "These are the latest reports, scouts spoke of a possible incoming attack from the north. We've had no contact since then and we are assuming the worst" The others officers swallowed upon hearing this news with faces. They knew that the enemy was for real and gradually getting closer.
"These rebels, they appear to be far more organized and equipped then I was led to believe"
"We have yet to determine an actual number. With the way this winter has been everything has been delayed, reports... provisions, troop movements, everything. If I had to guess? At least 10,000 if you take into account all of the rebellious outside regions. Their numbers are likely growing everyday"
"Even if that was doubled, is the winter that harsh that your forces can't properly march a force to counter it?"
"Like I said, harsh winter. Our men had been chasing ghosts initially and now we are disorganized, chain of command is ruined. We have deserters and rebel sympathizers, wild monsters ravage the main roads and bandits picking at the scraps. We're losing"
"Give me an opportunity to meet their army in full force with mine. If they meet me in the open field I'll crush them and win this war for you." The arrogance was infuriating but General Rowan knew that Arathion was probably correct considering the Asur's legions world renowned reputation.
"With 3000 men? You have no siege weapons, your lacking in heavy cavalry, not a single dragon..." A questionable response? of course but Rowan needed all the help he can get. If Arathion was disrespectful to the cause then it was only fair to question the Asur's commitment to this war effort.
"My soldiers are far different then yours. Had I brought a real true elven army I might as well have snatch this land from you entirely. My father, my king insisted I only act on policing duty but it seems you have a full scale civil war on your hands and now I'm forced to try and win it for you" Another stab to the gut to the men in the room but again nobody dared to speak out in disapproval.
The room remained silent for several moments as the other military officers knew that unless they had something of value to say, it was best to stay quiet. As Rowan reviewed the map of Aradia and the other reports, he knew he had to give in.
"So then Lord Arathion, what's the plan?"
"This rebel force will win the country with ease... you need a victory, I'll give it to you. I'm taking command and I expect there will be no objections?" Arathion paused to survey the room, there was nothing that indicated a disapproval. "Good. We will start with the provisions I've brought along. It seems that perhaps the food and supplies I've brought will be more valuable than my soldiers and fortunately for you I will have more in a fortnight." Arathion then stepped forward to glance through the reports once more before pointing towards the capital of Aradia on the map.
"We will start here, in this very city. The majority of the population is cold and hungry but there are numerous talents within this city. The provisions will go to them. Any individual that joins the king's army will be fed and properly equipped. They will be trained and mobilized to counter this rebel threat. To encourage smoother relations with your people, monetary rewards will be given out to any person who provides factual information on rebel movements, rebel names and so forth. False information however... is punishable by death. A fitting end for traitors." The crowd nodded at this statement, a good start.
"You really think you can achieve both things?" Rowan questioned though it was not like he had an alternative plan.
"Your king needs a victory. Without a victory the people will likely just open the doors to the cities themselves and let the rebels take it. We need to establish trust in the crown once more... have your men walk the streets let them know that fame and fortune awaits those who help restore order to the crown"
"If the rebels know you are backing us. It may complicate the situation if they know who you are" Rowan warned.
"If they know me, then they should realize this war is over for them and if they don't... they will, soon" Arathion shot back before walking towards the closest wall and opening the wooden windows to stare into the city's streets from his elevated position.
"They will"
The sound of an exotic horn filled the breezy air around Aradia's harbor as a sizable vessel cruised into port, it's white sails decorated with a large gold star in it's center, an ancient sigil of power to those knowledgeable enough in foreign nations. As a small crowd gathered to watch this vessel aboard, a tall individual adorned with intricate golden armor stepped into view, sharp eyes scanning the faces along the port.
"Look at them, miserable, hungry bunch" Arathion muttered shaking his head in disappointment in the ugliness of the frost covered city he had just arrived in. The city of Aradia was sizable to it's credit though it lacked the elegant beauty and organization that all high elf cities had. Instead of paved, wide straight roads they had stumbled upon packed masses with the streets hardly resembling anything of organization and that was not even mentioning the dirty common folk, who shivered in the cold, their curiosity picking up on anything of note to help distract them from their reality. "My lord" A warrior of silver had stepped forward behind his prince and bowed "The representative has just arrived". The prince nodded and walked off his wooden ship where a representative of the Aradia crown awaited to greet the incoming prince.
"Lord Arathion" the representative bowed in the elf's presence. Arathion stood, tall and strong as he took another glance at the crowd, it was obvious they were not used to seeing royalty such as himself rather often. "I have provisions. Consider it a small token from my father, be sure to they are stored... properly" Arathion turned his attention back to the representative noblemen, his tone a bit dismissive though it probably due to Arathion privately being offended that he was not greeted by an actual individual of the royal hierarchy.
"The crown thanks you for your kindness though we must admit we were not ready for such a quick arrival"
"We had good wind." The elf replied.
Arathion turned slightly behind him and spoke a quick command in elvish to the small band of silver armored warriors behind him who bowed in reply and reported back to the ship, their orders clear even if they remained unknown to the rest of the crowd.
"I do not mean to be offensive Lord Arathion but when we asked for some assistance..." The prince cut off the representative immediately, his tone raising in a slightly harsher manner. "I have about a hundred fighting men with me already. Within a fortnight I expect around 3000 men. That should be enough to quell this insignificant rebellion"
"Only... 3000?" It was here the noblemen made his biggest mistake, questioning the fiery prince.
"Does the number insult you?" Arathion questioned as he took a step forward towards the noblemen, easily surpassing him in height, his eyes locked into his with a powerful intensity.
"Well no-o my lord" the representative stuttered and stammered in place as the prince expression remained sour.
"If you want my honest opinion good lord, I only arrived because I'm bored back at home and my father insists that our nations help each other though hunting down your rebels seems rather beneath me. To think your armies are spread so thin and under equipped that a bunch of rabble.." Arathion paused to break a brath as if to ensure he did not break his composure.
"This winter has been particularly harsh..."
"Enough excuses. Before long I'll send my agents out throughout your country so they can find your traitors and soon enough, they'll all be dead. Now if you will I would prefer to speak with your king now"
The noblemen accepting defeat lowered his head in shame having never been embarrassed as he was in this moment. With a quick wave, a small platoon of armored warriors emerged from the crowd and surrounded the pair to act as escorts. "Make way!" they shouted as the crowd either moved on it's own or was pushed aside to allow the elven prince to not only take a tour of the city but be escorted properly into Aradia's palace though it seemed a long walk through the crowded city was in order...
"Look at them, miserable, hungry bunch" Arathion muttered shaking his head in disappointment in the ugliness of the frost covered city he had just arrived in. The city of Aradia was sizable to it's credit though it lacked the elegant beauty and organization that all high elf cities had. Instead of paved, wide straight roads they had stumbled upon packed masses with the streets hardly resembling anything of organization and that was not even mentioning the dirty common folk, who shivered in the cold, their curiosity picking up on anything of note to help distract them from their reality. "My lord" A warrior of silver had stepped forward behind his prince and bowed "The representative has just arrived". The prince nodded and walked off his wooden ship where a representative of the Aradia crown awaited to greet the incoming prince.
"Lord Arathion" the representative bowed in the elf's presence. Arathion stood, tall and strong as he took another glance at the crowd, it was obvious they were not used to seeing royalty such as himself rather often. "I have provisions. Consider it a small token from my father, be sure to they are stored... properly" Arathion turned his attention back to the representative noblemen, his tone a bit dismissive though it probably due to Arathion privately being offended that he was not greeted by an actual individual of the royal hierarchy.
"The crown thanks you for your kindness though we must admit we were not ready for such a quick arrival"
"We had good wind." The elf replied.
Arathion turned slightly behind him and spoke a quick command in elvish to the small band of silver armored warriors behind him who bowed in reply and reported back to the ship, their orders clear even if they remained unknown to the rest of the crowd.
"I do not mean to be offensive Lord Arathion but when we asked for some assistance..." The prince cut off the representative immediately, his tone raising in a slightly harsher manner. "I have about a hundred fighting men with me already. Within a fortnight I expect around 3000 men. That should be enough to quell this insignificant rebellion"
"Only... 3000?" It was here the noblemen made his biggest mistake, questioning the fiery prince.
"Does the number insult you?" Arathion questioned as he took a step forward towards the noblemen, easily surpassing him in height, his eyes locked into his with a powerful intensity.
"Well no-o my lord" the representative stuttered and stammered in place as the prince expression remained sour.
"If you want my honest opinion good lord, I only arrived because I'm bored back at home and my father insists that our nations help each other though hunting down your rebels seems rather beneath me. To think your armies are spread so thin and under equipped that a bunch of rabble.." Arathion paused to break a brath as if to ensure he did not break his composure.
"This winter has been particularly harsh..."
"Enough excuses. Before long I'll send my agents out throughout your country so they can find your traitors and soon enough, they'll all be dead. Now if you will I would prefer to speak with your king now"
The noblemen accepting defeat lowered his head in shame having never been embarrassed as he was in this moment. With a quick wave, a small platoon of armored warriors emerged from the crowd and surrounded the pair to act as escorts. "Make way!" they shouted as the crowd either moved on it's own or was pushed aside to allow the elven prince to not only take a tour of the city but be escorted properly into Aradia's palace though it seemed a long walk through the crowded city was in order...
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