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But where's the fun in that?
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY!!!!!!!
I hate halloween. To prove that to the 12+ kids trick or treating at my house, I dressed up as a Soviet Communist and yelled things in Russian at them until they left. If they're younger than that, fair enough I won't do it, but otherwise...bluegh.
Fae
Whilst the rest were ready to greet one another, Fae had already taken the early start, just like he told them he would. He needed to ensure that the route was going to be clear, without them having to worry about taking a life. This was a grudge between the Thalburn Kingdom and Fae's past, not a fight they needed to get themselves involved with. If he could at least provide them with that location he told them about, a safe haven for temporary usage, then he'd be doing a good deed for once in the past few years. His solitary secrecy gave him a reputation of generally not being helpful...Well this was one large leap along the opposite direction.
As he arrived to the street corner, there was noise...Not just any noise, the sounds of struggling competitors were at hand. When Fae had reached the street corner early, the road that had an alley directly to the village's horses, their ticket out of the hell MiddleSeed had turned out to be, he caught a glimpse of two figures. One armoured, and the other simply dressed in leather attire. One held a steel short-sword, capable of cutting limbs off of human bodies, whilst the other held a small dagger or knife, useful for taking jabs into the skin of the enemy. The one with the larger armour, and weaponry, was a Thalburn soldier. Fae stared around the corner of the building, seeing them struggle. It began to make more sense to him now. Seeing man and man struggle against one another once again brought accusations and theories into his mind. The fire...The chaos at the festival, it drew the Thalburn in, and gave the people a reason to revolt. Though they were few in numbers, and easily cut down, a small burst of inspiration came into the people. No wonder the King's men were here to seize control once again...They could not risk another word of an uprising, could they?
He watched more and more, seeing the take swings and one another. It seemed like the local male had his match made, swings become more and more wild as the battle cries grew more violent. They intended on ending the other's life, but to tell who's was in defence was completely out of the question. Fae could see the Thalburn soldier taking more and more advantages of the situation, and a deepening feel for interfering was boiling inside Fae's mind...But he could not, could he? He had a task of escaping the village without any hostility, plus the additional burdens he had on top of them.
The leather suited man fell onto one knee. The sword of the Soldier had slashed against his knee, causing him to collapse into the kneeling posture. It seemed to be over, but everything was happening so fast that time itself almost felt slow. A short exchange was made, the Thalburn soldier chuckling at the ideals of success as he raised the short-sword, clearly going to lop off the head of the disadvantaged opponent. But luck had him down, as his victory cheer only gave the man time to react, as the arm with the dagger lunged out. A piercing sound of blade and skin met, as blood spluttered out. The knife had dug into the soldier's neck, and the incapacitated man let go as the body fell. There was victory in the streets of Midd-
And at that point, before the man on his knees had a chance to even celebrate or unease his tension, another nearby shot from a musketeer brought misery upon the morbid bloodbath. A pint of more blood burst from his chest and back, as he fell without any realisation of his demise. The rooftops were making sure that any victory was not to last any longer than it needed to be.
Fae swung back across the corner he was looking around, staring behind him to see the group finally catching up. It didn't ease his nerves or tension, not one bit, as he knew this was where the more difficult part came in. Fae's hands shot up, as he signalled for them to pin up against the wall, and to wait until further instruction. Once he knew that their attention was focused upon him, he turned, staring blankly into the short crossing to the alleyway. The alleyway ahead was short and dark, a perfect spot to lose any heat or hide from the terrors that were marching around. The run was less than thirty metres, probably less than twenty, and yet Fae knew there was a threat lurking on the rooftop above. He turned, and stared deeply at the individual who spared him. For all he knew, this could be a one way trip to death, adding yet another name and number to the tally of the Thalburn massacre. It was not a scared expression, but one of almost comfort. If he were to die, he would die with the knowledge that he helped someone, or more.
His foot went into a posture, one that would allow him to kick off and run as fast as his legs would carry. And as he took one last, long breath...He launched himself forward. There was never an opportunity to look backwards, to see if anything was about to take aim at him. All he could do wa-
CRACK.
A whizz and a ping puffed cracked stone and paving between his feet. A projectile had crossed between his legs, slamming only into the area where his feet were apart. It happened just as he was about to enter the alleyway, and the sudden miss caused his legs to twist between one another, as his body seemed to trip and collapse into the darkness of the alley. His body almost fell completely limp, motionless to say the least. Like the man who was shot earlier, it almost looked like a direct hit. A minute passed, and Fae remained lying where he was. He had to confirm that he was not dead, but only to himself. Eventually, the time was right, and he could feel the slight pain in his left arm from the fall. You could've predicted that the Marksman was convinced of his shot, as he turned, moving further across the roof to rejoin his firing squad to rain havoc into the village centre.
Fae sat up. He took the bearings of his surrounding, the darkness and shadow surrounding where he sat. He could see, through where he was concealed, the group, expectantly waiting to see what had happened. Another twenty odd seconds passed, with his hand eventually pushing through the darkness. His fingers snapped as he quietly, at least as quiet as he could manage, urged the rest that it was safe to travel. The difficult part was finally out of the way...For now...
Minutes Before...
In a Grand Hall, usually, the plans of battle would be made. Tables would be set out, and small pieces of strategic emplacements that represent the garrisons or individual squads would be slid into multiple positions to compromise the success of each move. Like a board game, the pieces would be moved in and out of locations as a stage of trial and error formatted into play, whilst endless cycles of death and the ability to simply send more reinforcements to try again was more open to the abilities of the four Generals. That was every one of those generals, minus one in particular.
One of the eldest, General J'havan was quite the character indeed. He was not like the others at all, and in all honesty was one of the more under-rated generals. Under-rated is a strong word to use, considering how he worked in almost total secrecy, minus the King's brief knowledge. Being in charge of a Covert Operations and Tactical Engagement Force meant he had perks the others did not. He could work by his own word, without any advice. Present during the times of their creation, he was recognised as one of the First Majors of the Tactical Guardsmen. This skill and experience has brought nothing but sheer power and knowledge to his abilities, making his word fully trustworthy. J'havan had the capabilities to deal with situations how he saw fit. Yet this time, he did have a little bit of restriction on the outcome.
The King of the Thalburn Kingdom was more than happy to allow J'havan to use his forces with benefits, but the only concern that existed was that he 'Covered the Trails of Revolution...Remove the hope'. There was only one thing to do to this. MiddleSeed could have been seen as an uprising, though the panic was caused by only a few possible suspects. It gave the Thalburn an advantage that J'havan saw to be quite delightful.
"General J'havan, Sir..." Major Thomso, one of the higher ranking Field Overseers of the Tactical Guardsmen and trusted connection to Grant, entered with a strong stance, saluting his superior with pride and respect. The two were in a densely defended room, one built, like many, near the village that was in panic. Many of these shelters were dug, and allowed them to discuss tactics in safety, whilst allowing them to receive quick and accurate feedback of the situation without any delays. With them, two Tactical Guardsmen Captains, Geras and Yukon. "Many of the Rooftops have been set up with marksmen of the 3rd Musketeer Division, and we have regulars handed to us from the Guardsmen Branch securing the streets. Your next order from here on, Sir?"
There was a short silence. Thinking had to be done, but with someone like J'havan, thinking was easily subsided with quick and useful thinking. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what he wanted to do about it. There were many things that could be done. Simple arrest, securing of the village of defence. But he had other plans, ones that were more fitting to his demands...
"We have an issue, Gentlemen, and Lady..." He nodded with a faint smirk to Captain Yukon, who in return chuckled lightly. Grant began to pace around the room, and around the map of the village on his table. His boot's thuds on the flooring echoed through the secure building. "With this accident, whatever caused it...It symbolises something, does it not? Let me tell you a short tale, one I heard only a few minutes ago...From the Royal Guardsmen of Thalburn, 5th Division, Squad 4 from Platoon 2...A soldier was killed in the streets, by fire...He walked out, calling for the help of the fighters and people who assisted in 'Controlling' the fire. What did he get out of it? No help...Nothing..." The room was dead silent. They had not heard of the tale, yet they knew this was a common part of their rulership. They hadn't the people's trust...And so when a man innocent of the powers his or her Fascist leader had was killed because of rejection, they knew they had to react fast. They all knew that.
"Now tell me...Who wants to write the letter to the parents or guardians of Private Howie Graham? Anyone?" There was no response...None at all. "My position holds a lot of power, my comrades...We have indeed, more than we could have ever wanted. Now when a single spark of revolution is thwarted out of thin air, it is our duty, by the King's order, to remove the sense of false hope it gives off. Better to prevent a nuisance from happening before it does, right? Well...I have to make many rational decisions, many difficult ones too...But I have my conclusion..."
The room waited, all standing in a formal fashion that was of military standard. They were kept in anticipation as a grin swiped across his face, Grant coughing out a quiet chuckle before ending up where he was before, at the head of the table. They needed his command to move on, and he was to give it to them with very little remorse. He was a ruthless man who knew how to get a job done, how to take care of himself and any issue that was at hand...
"The Sarkath Treaty in this 'MiddleSeed' has been broken, regardless of the origin of this disaster. I've had targets painted and marked down on the lists of our on-field Sergeants. My ideals are to turn this place into something more useful, seeing as it cannot take care of itself no longer. Perhaps a training outpost? Or a Reconnaissance camp?" Finally, someone spoke up...The Major, being the only one with the guts to question his authority, knew what he was getting himself into. The other two would be gutted for even speaking against him, but the Major would only receive and answer he deserved.
"My apologies, Sir...But...How will we get the people of MiddleSeed to agree with the change in settlement? Marksmen can only deliver enough fear into their minds before they start to revolt...And the guardsme-" He was cut off by a crisp, chuckling accent that delivered a fateful answer.
"Who is the current Captain in the town, of the Tactical Guardsmen, ey?" The major responded, knowing what he had deployed, and who he had.
"Uhh....That would be..." Thomso thought for a short while, recalling who he had deployed. Quite the risk taker, indeed, knowing that this situation would get quite bad over time. One of their best had to be sent in...A man with a slick attitude, but a burning desire to get back at those who not only put him on the verge of death once, but twice. "That would be Captain Ramsnouth, Sir...First Platoon, Second Squad." The chuckle once again came round a final time from the jaws of J'havan. He was admiring the Major's decision of who to place. He was dangerous to the enemy, fuelled with a hunger for redemption of both pride and physical injury.
"Brilliant...Tell him to hold the Second and Third Squad back temporarily...Inform him to give the order for the Marksmen dotted on the rooftops to begin firing on those targets painted, not including the loyalists who remain indoors. Once they are done...They can move in and clear out the rest of the village...Go on, get the message to him now!"
Hugos
His legs dangled over the ledge of the Log cabin's rooftop, as he watched the fire rage on. Beside him were two Sergeants, and a corporal as such. The ash-filled sky gave a sense of pleasure to his mind. This was one of the villages he fought to protect those years ago during the Settlement Campaign. This was one of the villages he nearly died saving, twice. Well, it was saving in his mind. The Sarkath Doctrine was a good way to suppress them from uprising, whilst giving them a 'Fair' treatment to ensure they did not go against the Doctrine itself. It was a good way to narrow down the competition.
"Huh...Talk about a bonfire...Sometimes I wish I could just beg for the King to just burn down most of these lil' villages...Makes us have to waste more ammo on the lil' thugs that try to run a show here...Though I must say, this show they have going is more than delightful." A Cackle of the group lightly dabbed his response. They too also thought much alike Hugos, which was why his chain of command meant a great deal to them. His word was highly respected, even though the man himself was a danger and a risk taker for both sides of the war. But then again, how can you succeed without taking a little bit of a risk here and there.
His hand swept up and down the barrel of his Flintlock pistol. These new-age designs and firearms meant those in the Tactical Operations could smoothly run amok of their opposition with little effort, and style for some factors. Many of the other cities and kingdoms were so far behind on their development of firearms that Thalburn was almost completely unbreakable when it came to range. He cleaned more off of his barrel, the soot of the festival stage having built a shell around the gun's outer components. But he stopped as soon as the sound of footsteps increased from behind them. As he swivelled, the sight of one of the Privates from the Third Squad emerged from a thin layer of plume. In his hand, a letter...
"Captain Ramsnouth, you have new updates on your orders from General J'havan." The younger man held out the letter, allowing him to take it, before he himself took off into the distance to rejoin his own Squad's area of deployment. Taking the letter and unfolding it bit by bit, he began to read out the current orders.
What he read was like music to his ears, only to his eyes, and them being words of great satisfaction. New orders to put the infamous backbone of the Thalburn military to use. The rifles. The rooftops had been scattered with many marksmen, keeping watch over the area. They were originally ordered to look for any armed individuals, but they were not expecting a change of orders. They'd be switching from defending the village...To seizing it...Hugos smirked with great satisfaction.
"Corporal...inform the 6th Squad of the Musketeers of their new orders...We'll be heading in after they've finished raining hell on them..."
Fae
Fae backed away slightly as the others turned up, showing instantly companionship with the woman as soon as she engaged in short conversation with the man. Yet, within almost an instant, the tables were turned, and weapons were once again raised towards him. This time, Fae did not flinch, nor react in such a way. He only gave half of a glance towards him, before the woman already got to their first to explain the current situation. She was agreeing to take him along, but to squeeze information out of him...Fae knew this may turn out in many different ways, but there was a large sense of determination that led him on to thinking this could have great benefits from it. Playing along was an idea that was a risk worth taking, at this point. He stepped forward, preparing to say words of his own.
"I have a location that is hidden, far from the threat of this somewhat invasion...But close enough to connect a path from here to my acquaintances...It'll require a few days of laying low there before any drastic moves are done...But I can answer the questions once we settle there...And like she said, it'd be best to move as soon as possible...Who knows what the Thal-"
He was cut off by a thunder strike...Or was it a thunder strike? No...It was not, as more and more began to repeat and follow up from that. Soon, the panic grew wilder, only to be drowned out by the sound of gunfire listing potential targets behind the trigger. More and more began to shout out and threaten the silence and peace, making Fae tense up and turn. Smoke from the roof he called a home indicated that marksmen were also firing from his home. They'd be armed with swords, rifles and small daggers...But only fired into the distance due to their underexposure towards the group.
They were firing, as if it were all part of a new order. They must've had a change in plans, because these soldiers were only told to defend from further attack. Something sparked this...And that something could only be figured out until later...Right now, they needed to retreat from the village whilst they were not marked down as a target. There were obviously going to be little survivors from what was happening...Little numbers that make big differences.
"We...Need to move now! Just...Follow me when you're ready...I'm going to find a clear path to safety. Meet me on the street corner in literally a minute, and grab those who you need right this bloody second...I'm not fucking around here anymore, and you aren't either..." His tone was more commanding now, but not in a ruthless or horrible way. It was bold, as if an old spark had been reignited back into his bloodstream. He was back again as he used to be. Someone who had the ability to handle situations as grim as these...He was back as Fae.
Seeing as Faran is going to be a little more important that I first imagined, I'll whip up a NPC Sheet for him!
Fae Nikia
Fae looked up from where he was standing. Did she just...Lower her weapons? What was she doing? Everything was rushing around at lightspeed in Fae's head. Why hadn't she taken the shot? It was a perfect, easy kill...Unless...She spoke, telling him of her reason, how she was not the one to simply shoot a man on sight, for the sake of it. But, that seemed unlikely. In the world he lived in, the world they all lived in, anyone killed the other species for the sake of it. That raised another question, on whether she was a Magi, or a Human. Either way, he didn't dare to ask. Because of his origins, he could easily fit in with either sides, so whatever they said...He could say.
That was when he looked down, she was getting something from her back satchel? A weapon?! Another arrow again?! Nope...instead, something different was drawn. A small, brown and familiar shape...It was after the flourishing of questions, something different and sudden that threw him off of track. Interrogations were things he'd stayed well clear of, finding a way to dodge them and the questions without raising suspicion. This was not one of those times. But as the silence drew on, he looked towards the offering. Was it genuine, the gift giving? Or was it a luring trap? Either way, he knew that sometime soon, whether today or another, he was to die at the hands of an opposing force. But be reacted, his hand moved and slowly slipped it from her's. It was smooth, but solid. Good condition, as if freshly opened. And with that, he stared back at the woman. And out of the blue, he grinned...Slowly chuckling quietly.
"Like...Training a dog, with treats to go by disobedience...Huh? Guess...I'll...Have it later...Bu-" He could hear garrisons of Guardsmen pouring in, a flourish of more. There were rooftops being turned into mobile fortresses, being prepared for marksmen nests to shoot any protesters...This must've been it for the King's command, or one of his many generals? He had heard about it before...Once any sign of insurrection happened in a village, most of the village was terminated before the news could spread. With a fire as large as the stage, the king had a lot to cover up, which meant a lot of lives would need to be taken. Like silencing a lamb, bleating as its wool coating is shaven off. "I...Don't know what to do. This outburst, caused by Faran...He's shown signs of the revolution...The Thalburn King...He's going to get rid of as much as he can..."
He slipped the chocolate into his pocket, and tensed up slightly. He needed to find a way out of the village. If this was a crime to be committed...Maybe, just maybe, he could serve yet another purpose in his revolutionist seat. This was a chance to finally set another mission, aside from his duty's emplacement being ransacked until it was nothing more than a hamlet. This could be the propaganda he needed, as well as a key to moving onto that route of salvation Sarkath had originally proven to be possible. Yet this would only mean one crazy thing...Run off with this woman's chocolate, which as the Number one rule in the world, is a complete disaster...Or...
"Look...I know this is sudden and...You've just seen me brutally kill a Thalburn Operator, but...I need a ticket out of this town, not for cowardliness though...There's people who need to hear about this, about the pillaging and signs of hope...Look...If you can promise me that, whether or not you decide to betray me or manipulate me...As long as you can get me to these locations...I'll answer any questions you have about this...about anything...Just, let me have my chance to at least complete one task...You can ask me what you want when we go to a safe location I know. I just need to get to somewhere, or see someone, where I know the information will pass on...Then you can do whatever...Kill me or bugger off with whoever, I couldn't care less..." He was stubborn about what he wanted. It was awkward asking such a stranger these questions, but he had to...The Resistance could benefit on it more than anyone could have ever imagined.
@Jin Of ManaAnd then there's the second and most ruthless of all the Generals...The Tactical Guardsmen one.
Anyyyway...I'll PM you some Image ideas.
Anyyyway...I'll PM you some Image ideas.
I'm making the decision, that this Roleplay is now closed. At least, until further notice.
There are still a few 'reserved' individuals who will pile in as their schedule permits. But other than that, the RP will be closed to new applicants.
When I read the word 'Closed', I may have shit myself twice and thrown myself out of the window...then I read on.
Fae Nikia
Once his arm grew tired, and the instinct to survive had fluttered away like the life in the opponent, he stared down at the bloody mess around him. On his hands, his attire...Her blood...She had intended on spilling his in the name of the Thalburn Fascist Kingdom, but instead had succumb to a horrifying end at the hands of a man seeking only defend himself from her strikes and intentions. Fae had killed her...He'd actually killed someone since the resistance. What should've been a flourishing thought of self pride and achievement only ended up as a mixture of regret and mortification. His expression said it all. He only stared down at the Hunter...The unnamed assassin who sought out to kill Faran, then switching targets to Fae based upon leaked information.
He heard breathing, coming from the alleyway where the shadows lurked. Eyes, staring directly at the scene. A weapon drawn, a bow of some sorts, with patches of what remained from the woman's life. Fae's head tilted upwards, losing the ability to keep his head and body straight from both the damage he took and the condition he was in. His eyes met the ones lurking in the shadows. There was a silence amongst the panic elsewhere in the town.
And at that point, a voice broke the silence. Threatening, but equally as fearful at the sight as Fae was experiencing right now. It was another female, a shimmer of different armour glistened from the gas streetlamps that littered the streets. Fae felt himself slowly stagger onto his feet. It was slow, very slow. And weak...It was also weak. He listened to her words as she spoke...Her questions came quickly, with a certainty of dominance to show she had the upper hand. But how would someone who'd just gone through the brutality of instinct, like Fae, be able to recover so quickly at this point in time only to fight another. He could feel his arm moving the hatchet into his left-leg harness, again as slowly as he could try to prevent. One by one...He would answer the questions as if he was programmed to. In a slow, trembling voice...It would take an idiot to not see that he was suffering a mental image of what he'd done.
"H-H-Her?" He began, trying to get his words out as quickly as he could. But for all he could care or know, he was a dead man to either this woman, or those of the Thalburn. It was a relief knowing that her questioning didn't signify any relation to the Thalburn or the hunters...but possibly worse. "S-She...Was a Thalburn...S-Soldier? No...Assassin...Or...Someone...She came into m-my home...After Faran...Then...Attacked me and...I just reacted...And..."
Fae paused for the time being. His right hand clasped his forehead, still steaming from the heat of the engagement. It looked as if his legs were going to give up on him right there, right then...But they wouldn't...Not until he was truly safe. Once he'd thought about his actions more, his eyes met the hostile once more.
"F-Faran...Faran left...He got chased by the o-other assassin...I'm...I'm not even with him and..." He was not having a full break down. He wasn't completely whimpering, though hints of it were in his tone, and he was not fully broken of awareness. He was simply in shock from his own actions. "I'm...Fae...Fae Nikia...`Vy' Na alok Tschan...`..." He spoke the ancient tongue, as the full introduction was required. Why did it matter? His refuge had been discovered by the single-most largest known defence Military in the terms of technological advancements. He was going to die...And this woman was going to get it over with quicker. There would be questions from his seemingly alienated language..."I did it b-because...I...She was going to take m-my life for...Faran's stupidity...I'm no criminal, n-not like him! Thinking we worked side by side...but...Now the Thalburn are going to...Kill me...Or...Burn down the village if I fight back and..."
He stopped, and did not say anymore for the time being. Around them, more silence turned up, as the sounds of synchronised, quick jogging of a Guardsmen formation could be heard several streets away, typically towards multiple other streets. Whether or not they were coming here was unknown. An unknown fact that scared him shitless.
"It was...Instinct...I guess, old habits don't die quickly...Just fucking fire the arrow already...You have me at the d-disadvantage..." He did not raise his hands in a surrendering fashion, only he stepped to the side, into the light even more. His ruffled hair, bruised face...He'd been attacked more than the woman had. She only had the stab wound dug inside of her, but no other of any degree. His ruffled hair, though never styled, was still maintaining a similar look to before the incident. Fae was away from the body, and still in the line of sight of a grim death...The soldiers drew nearer from the adjacent street...He muttered more to himself, as he lowered his head...
"Hayat no freh...Tohka lo shi...Ty' Un...Ty' Un..."
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