PrinceAlexus

Empire of the Clouds

Perfect time to join with the social event toom can always write in they where resting up or caught some shrapnel escaping and took 2 days to rest up and so.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Bath House. Hot rock moon bathing.

Debuff. Snek in need of hug. Really. +1 day.

Snakey Nakey skeepy snake.

Sya was seething, emotional waves formed into storms and Sya was entirely doing her best to keep control of her abilities. Ayel had the fact he drove her up the wall and much as he held her outwardly calm. Inner calm was a stormy sea and dark clouds loomed as she lay there looking across from the pool where she had started. Why was he the prince's best friend allowed to do such things .., surely the prince owed her the right to live her life the same as any other damn person in this town…

Hopefully the Persephone letter with her name and Lady of Lunaris would carry extra weight and hopefully be noticed. She said into the hot water and made her escape with a serpentine motion with gentle yet powerful movements of her tail propelling her easily across the water at a lazy pace, she was trying not to splash and make a scene. Unlike Ayel.

The other bank was closer to the source she presumed and was hotter than the other side, the stones were a little warmer and the heat energy here was quieter for Sya making as much distance between her and the Lord of assholes as possible.

Her tea was still here and the wooden flask she had, a thing she found from a left behind guest who never reclaimed it had proven useful. Its surface was cool but she felt the heat on the lid telling its contents were still hot. Climbing out the water was a new challenge but soon with a little experiment she was lying on side atop a hot rock, bright blue scales slinked into the water and sighed as they floated slightly like a sea monster feeling the heat soothe her emotions a little.

Sya could not help but she'd a tear as the overwhelm of emotions was deep, people had stood up for her, maybe not for kindness, but allies were allies. Some had attacked her, others had offered to make her chairs today. It just was alot… so so much…. “Why me, why take Gendry, my home, my life, family, clan, culture and leave me to face all this alone.” She said to herself as she reached for the iron arm ring she had made to replace one she lost many moons ago, her necklace of a smith's hammer both reminders of her heritage. The ring was heavy, still unused to wearing one again but it was comforting at the same time, she had kept one small part of her life.

The Temple was different, her home land was Auralian but it all was that bit different, this place was like the capital claimed ... .it felt off to Sya, would the goddess even see her? She was a monster according to so many?

Despite the many Lunarian influences her home land was loyal to the Sun not the moon, different as they were so far away from the glimmering palaces, Isles of the sun and deserts.

Slowly sipping her tea Sya bobbed her long serpentine tail in water and closed her eye making herself comfortable.

“Maybe il light a candle later…” She thought before closing her eye again and hiding away in this little spot, hopefully safe and too far for Peacocks to walk.

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Freight boarding tunnel. Cargo bays.

Warning alarms sounded and orange lights flashed as the cargo tube locked into the side of the space ship, their new and only escape from this dying station. They were kissing themselves if they thought they would last here, no new food, cut off and the last and final bastion on the entire planet she knew of. Other stations were now overrun, radiation craters planet side or had been left when they fell out of use or ran out of supply.

“Clear the way, fuck, get back ya idiots. This is not your first day on the job.“ shouted the foreman as the huge industrial void locks began to move on large powered systems far larger than a passenger link made of heavy metal with thick deck plates and wide routes that two cargo lifters could pass if they were careful.

“Copy bridge. report. have found food, supplies for ships maintenance, welding gear and misc items so far, they are grabbing as much of the station's engineering and maintenance kit as we carry. Ren out.” Ren spoke clearly over the voice link as the more rough tones of the foreman came along as he reached the intercom unit.

“Little miss corpo science says you are leaving, we want off too, we have our tools and gear coming, so you let us on, we help keep this tub flying.” The man said, with a rough accent but cutting straight to the heart of the matter with the directness of a punch to the head.

“I promised, we getting off, this place is fucked even if the bugs not get us. Too damn fucking hot anyway.” She said, tired and in no mood for small talk.

“Now you are talking in my language, little miss pointy might just be bearable.” He said with a laugh as he grabbed the most valuable stack of tools un their battered containers and so, an entire unit had been ripped off the wall and taken whole, some bulk head was left behind with it on top of everything prior.

The cargo tube soon rang to the sound of 2 working power loaders, one had failed and was being quickly patched up with some wire splicing by a disgruntled woman in dirty overalls with a soldering iron and some hand tools. Crate gripped in the claws Ren walked forward carefully as her machine's feet thundered on the steel in the enclosed space.

“All that to the left, circle out right. And I mean right.” One of the group was now directing the traffic flow as the loading…totally not looting crew where dropping items off in the bay in rough piles to be sorted later in more detail.

“Anything you need, Bridge? We don't get another chance once we launch. Still hot as hell here…” Ren asked as she walked back, being directed round to the right and circling back out to collect another heavy cargo. The Kellier sounded tired and luckily this suits video comm was on the fritz for now.

“Stick right, inbound left, outbound right. You too corpo. Keep the line going.” One of them gestured as they set up a rudimentary lane system to get cargo aboard at a steady pace. Ren just let herself join the flow and did her best to not mess up what would probably have once been well piled station crew. Ren only nodded as her ears rang again as the feet hit the metal deck plates, the ear protection had long been lost it seems.

@Bentus

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Lord and Lady Coswain

The Eye

Door Dashed.

They headed up the main road, wide compared to the others and larger, they had seemed to have worked on this little more and it was clear enough to pass despite the snow storms, the walk to town was not too far and he pointed out where the market would be, the temples and the clock. Anything else he could find, he was not a guard so not like he needed to visit the main garrison.

The sign and lights of the Inn soon came into view, the crude but clearly painted eye of the Beholder with its monstrous features, and somewhat of an inside joke…at the Inn about Sya, he reckoned she had named this place very deliberately. Saw was sharp as a tick blightborn or no, he would not underestimate that woman.

“You said you had gold.. maybe you should pay for me.., il eat later, just an ale. Throw it on the Lunaris guard account, one gesture of welcome only.” He said. “One for the Inn Vala, Sya might want to keep her eye on him.” He said having to accept he might have to deal with blightborn especially those who worked for the lady they lived under. Like, he did not have to but he was not a fool and he knew when to fight and when to pull your blade back and tolerate something for a greater cause.

The Lime green eyed blightborn with 3 small horns had taken over for Sya, short but stocky the woman was not the trifled with, her honey blonde hair cut short.

“Aye lord Coswain, eye ..eye. , indeed. coming right out soon. Pick out a room, these are taken, these are free. We take coins not credit and try not to stare at the Inn keeper.” She humorously thought she also was stern as rested on the counter.

“If you want to cause trouble you can sleep on the street, if you are blight affected, we do not judge, you have to visit the Prince or advisor before you get full citizenship as per law.” She said calmly and gestured to a map of the in and which rooms were marked as free.

“Messge for you and Lady Persephone.” She recalled, handing him a letter from the day's Post, it had the marks and seal from the Capital, it must be something for them to send a letter this far… That one went safely into a pouch and securely closed. He could read it later.

“Room 8, needs a name for the book, breakfast is usually served by yourself, but hot food is out later, guest rooms are upstairs, and 2 parlours, top floor belongs to Sya and is her private home. Any questions. We can park carriages. For an additional fee, naturally.” The green eyed blight born asked and did Sya's job while she took a well deserved break.

Lord Coswain watched as Vala did her job, she was the stern one, Sya was a flirt, Vala kept them in line when the friendly approach failed. “What brings you here? If you're after work, well, there may be a bounty yet to claim on an attacker's head if you're skilled and willing to brave danger and Prince agrees naturally. Other that, we have no shortage of need for a man willing to put in some graft. Youl have to sk post office to send you a letter of introduction unless you see himnin business. Lord Coswain, Lunaris Royal Guard.” The older guard introduced himself, he had not got any formal jobs to do and getting a feel for this newcomer seemed like a good idea.

Sword or sledge hammer. Dawn Haven needed men and women willing to persevere even when the lights and cold crept in from every corner.

@TimelessParagon

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

Oporation Daytrip Dossier _ Retired Captain Sir Jonathan Le Mariner - Vilkas _ “Vlad Tepid”

Name:
Retired Captain Sir Jonathan Le Mariner - Vilkas.

Callsign:
“Vlad Tepid”
Looking like the count, but Dracula would have been far too much of an honour, Vlad Tepid cemented after he screwed up a brew up in Norway.


Age:
43 . 5th September.

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
British, mother fled cold war Romania.

Role in Team:
Rifleman, sabotage and ungentlemanly warfare.

Appearance:
Tall, dark haired into grey, cut short, sharp features , roman nose, and with a cold pair of eyes that are dark grey. Wears glasses to read, and always carries tea. No tattoos. Built strongly but not flashy and leaner than he was when younger.

Taller as was but military life takes a rather toll on the body, not quite as fit and able as in his true prime but still capable of keeping up with even men and women younger than he is. Built more robustly but not overly muscular or showy, but solid and in good physical fitness for his age.

Has signs of injury that affects his legs until he got rehabilitation and marks remain but not the damage.

Dresses smartly in civilian wear where possible. Military wear is almost always the same set up if possible. Creature of habit.

Favours a rather sanitised uniform, no patches, no visible tattoo even if he had any, almost too boring to have been a regular soldier. Economical and unfussy.

My Hider

Bio:
Born in ScotIsh highlands, his father had married a Romanian woman who had fled the cold war into the west.

He has a sister who survived the fall by sheer virtue of being on holiday but her home and everything she owned was lost. She was the academic one whereas he was much more practical and already was a hunter by the time he was a late teen and downed several deer. The outside, nature and the whole being out in the wide open wilderness was exhilarating.

The idea of a desk job did not appeal and he was not sure what to do, so he found himself calling the request stop for the Royal marines Commando selection at 18, he was old enough to join without any permissions needed.

Successful, he ended up passing high enough to score officer potential some paperwork later he managed to commit to a longer term and a place at Sandhurst. Arctic warfare was tough, cold.. Norway was a rather unforgiving crucible of humanity, ice, snow and hard rock.

tapped to consider, SBS came next and the grueling and brutally difficult selection. Multiple months of extreme effort and then even more of training before he even deployed. The first of multiple tours in known campaigns, shadow campaigns in places not publicly known including Iraq.

even more secretive work dawned as he retired to join SIS and the much more shady direct action office.

Choosing an alternative role he was drawn into working for the diplomatic services, restoring connections, though the messengers were well capable of handling business directly as needed. At the same time he undertook much rehabilitation and regained fitness with a lot of hard work.

Bored, this work was not exactly what he considered him… He had nothing against it and a friend from German special ops said they needed people and gave him a recommendation. The rest is now, a suit swapped for boots again.

This life and a happy marriage did not last, though he still mourned her death when London was hit in the Heaven fall event.

Analysis:
Not a war Junkie but not exactly comfortable in his retirement, he had nothing against joining and desk work never suited. He could have risen in the ranks but going above Captain meant he had to lose time in the direct action and more time in the back offices.

Reason recruited. On a recommendation as an experienced former special forces officer, SIS and other work he had a strong sabotage and skill set in non standard warfare tactics.

Service History:

20 years Approximate.

Royal marines Commando, Arctic warfare advanced training and commissioned as a LT having passed Sandhurst academy. Deployed and did several larger training and military exercises.

volunteered and was selected for SBS, served as special forces officer and deployed in multiple hot spots both public and covert.

Selected by SIS, inducted into their direct action unit. Retires a Captain in the British Military. Operates in a classified Unit for British intelligence establishment.

After an Injury takes a post as a King's messenger, works as a secure diplomatic courier helping to relink the country globally. During this time Extensive rehabilitation after injury, due to a leg injury taken on SIS service.

Bored, wearing a suit and flying business class with classified documents is not for him. Was recruited based on a comrade from German special forces recommending him.

Primary Weapon:
Scar H. 7.62mm nato with a off angle red dot, invisible laser linked into NVG and a zoom optic. Tac light.

Alt.

Russian VSS Vintorez internally suppressed rifle with a western optic and an IR laser.

Sidearm:
Glock 17, extended mag, with glow sights and custom recoil control. boring, reliable.

Alt.

Dismantled normally and stored Welrod 9mm pistol. Quietest gun ever made, perfect for stealthy times. No serial number, no markings.

Ammunition:
7.62 ball ammo.
7.62 AP

9x19mm regular full metal jacket / hollow points.
9x19mm subsonic for welrod, older style with less kick due to gun being of that era.

9x39 heavy sub Sonic rounds.

Other Equipment:
Night Vision / IR hybrid goggle set that can be locked onto a helmet mount with one or two optic modes.

compact knife with zero metal, made of hard plastic like material that is easy to conceal.

General trade craft items such as a few tools like lock picks, tools to hotwire a car, beat locks and useful odds and ends. General sabotage and so loadout.

Family And Notable Acquaintance: Mother.
Late 60’s and pottering about the estate garden, survived as she was at home, and its own well / garden.

Dad, deceased in haven fall on a business trip.

Sister, a lawyer and working for the reformed bank of England.

Ex-Wife. Deceased. Heaven fall London.

Miscellaneous Details:
During the chaos of Haven fall he survived by being out of the area as he was on deployment. On return he joined “Knight fall” a group who involved surviving military, Police, SIS, civilians and others who worked to quiet orders to remove the very worst from the board or destabilise the largest hostile groups preventing the reconstruction of the state.

Not proud work but work nonetheless. The group's name came from the old castle they used as a base, practical against the lesser dangers with thick walls and room to shelter their strength.

Always carries tea and a brew kit on missions.

Ambidextrous shooter but right handed to write etc.

Ban the User Above You

Banned because I've been here longer.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Collab between @Dark Light, @PrinceAlexus & @Dezuel
_{Location: The Jail}

Part I

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Daphne turned away as the Royal family left and shuddered as she walked to the Jail door, the heavy iron latch and thick wood feeling the effect of the runes already. Those Runes that made her feel so… wrong.

Closing her eyes and pushing it open Daphne stepped into the space she so disliked and looked over to see Kain examining their guest, running against the iron bars that held the captive. Young lady, really? That earned a glare from her Purple eyes and the fact she was probably able to take him down, at distance. No. But if she closed inside his guard with her shorter blades and speed she might get the drop on him.

”Sure old man, they are good crackers, and gruel that's got some meat in it. You want breakfast too while I'm little miss Squire? He loves to talk by the way.” Daphne said she would have to go to the Inn for decent food, anything more than crackers and own snacks was what they only had. Squire yes, she was used to this but still… He was not her chosen family she served, Daphne had preferences who she helped.

”Have to go to the Eye, we got frak all, bill it to Volkov, I prefer to spend my gold on Priestess Lunch.” Daphne said and leaned against the wall with an ease and a flash of purple as she kept an eye on her surroundings. Daphne did realize it would get her a break from this place and she could enjoy some of the heat at the Inn, great? The small fire here they had stoked in a small burner was not great and kept the place warm enough to not die but not warm enough to feel comfortable.

Daphne just hoped he did not overly agitate the Prisoner.

"I didn't eat the cracker, I am after all not a parrot taught to mimic things or hymn a tune others have chosen for me. I chirp an entirely different song than those you may be familiar with. I only bite those whom stray a tad bit too far, even if much of my bite are verbal in nature, such can still find it's mark. Good thing you have that little piece of metal as a crutch to rely upon, a true man however need not that to defend himself." Gadez mouth formed into a mocking smile, his blue eyes clearly showing his amusement, his gaze momentarily wandered to Daphne as she entered.

”That's what men always say, when they're not holding the sword.” Aliseth retorts with a bemused chuckle, eyeing the sharp edge of his blade.

"It does not strike me as oddity that you have not heard of this name of mine, for all you hear is the voice of the princess, is it not?" The blond man stepped slightly closer, his hand still located at his waist.

The Lunarian Royal guard gives a faint shrug, not turning his focus.

"As for what king? Does it matter?" He tilted his head to the side. "Both are kings only in name, noble only in name, just only in name. In action they are both worse than a wolf seeking to devour a princess whole. For they desire to devour the world itself and everyone else with it. Such is their hunger. Such is their greed. Do you know why this place exists? It is an elaborate trap to lure the northern kingdom into attacking it, for whom would let preying wolves exist in their backyard? Fear is a powerful weapon. The blightborn are viewed akin to that." He moved over to one of the walls of his cell and traced his fingers along it.

"One may shape stone in many a way, yet in the end... stone is simply stone. Humankind is not so different. We are all different stones. Some harder, some softer, some glimmers, some do not. But to satisfy your curiosity, Auric is the one I seek. One ought to be wary with curiosity, it has slain many a grimalkin. Then again... so have a lynx." The blue-eyed man blew some air through his mouth as his eyes momentarily went from Aliseth to Daphne.

"By all means girl, do not let my presence dissuade you from having your dinner here. Perhaps you will learn a thing or two. Go on, hurl any question my way, I have the answers. Perhaps the answers you've sought for a lifetime." The warrior-monk gave a soft smile before he blew the dust he had collected with his hand from the stone wall.

”Sounds just like any other king to me.” This time he couldn't even be bothered shrugging along with his nonchalant, unfazed reply. ”And I suppose, you think, your prince will do better?”
Now his interest was caught and he raised his judging eyes back upon the prisoner. A mocking smirk waiting on his lips.
”Wait, are you in love with him or something?”

"Not the kind of words one would expect from a watcher of the princess. Whilst Flynn certainly has inherited many traits from his originator, such as greed. A man who craves the past, gets lost in it. While he may claim to champion a future, if it looks like the past, then it's simply just that. To return the world to how it was? That will solve nothing, it will not change human nature, like the blight itself has done. As for Flynn himself? I love him in a way only a brother could. Hah. " Gadez softly laughed as his gaze wandered between Aliseth and Daphne.

Daphne gave a glare at girl remark, she should let it slide but after Kain and the lunch remark, plus girl and her frustration at being assigned to guard a man who could talk his way into a jail in Dawn Haven… Well a woman had a limit. ”If you want real food, and those crackers will look mighty tasty in a few days, well you will say thankyou Squire Athena.” Daphne said, she was on other side of bars and the one not stuck by his own lack of a silver tongue.

Her surname did not matter to anyone but her, she was an Orphan, an Foundling. The badge she wore mattered, Lord Coswains household badge, one she was given and adopted into. ”That stuff makes the sisters of Selene look like palace chefs. You want stew, meat, bread, anything in particular?” She turned to face Guard Kain deliberately to make the food sound especially tempting. This man wanted to give her a headache, she could make his stomach growl.

While technically got messy on ranks and fact Daphne was on a different unit, household and so. She could put up with being a Squire if it got her a hot meal.

Guard Kain flashed her something that could perhaps be interpreted as a soft approving smile.

“Whilst the offer is indeed kind, I shall pass on the food, for it is far greater to hunt when hungry. And I do have quite the bit of hunting to do…” Gadez mused softly as he wandered in his cell, his arms moving in a dramatic manner, as if he were performing on a stage in front of hundreds of onlookers.

“Speaking of hunting, I imagine that the hunt for the princess little attacker, ‘the boy’ is going well? All one truly needs to do is provide enough bait and wait for it to take it. Perhaps arrange a feast it cannot simply refuse? Well… unto matters at hand. The prince. Flynn. Does not hold the key that is needed for opening the door to Dawnhaven’s future. Rather he bears the banner of the southern kingdom, in his father’s name and the clergy which backs it. I cannot serve such a prince. Pray tell, what is it that you both truly wish for with this place? This place is the beacon of hope, hence why all of us are gathered here for one thing or the other. Because it offers something, which no other place in the world can. Hope.” He smiled and tilted his head to the side.

Aliseth's heavy armor clunked as he leant back against the wall and let out a bored sigh, the tip of his sword stabbing the ground as he twirls it aimlessly by its hilt.
”You don’t strike me as a hunting man Gadies.” He says aloud, not hiding his thoughts at all. ”But by all means, I'm sure after a couple of days a rat or roach is bound to crawl into your cage. It will make for a splendid hunt, I only regret that I will not be present to witness it.”

"Looks may be deceiving, take it from someone who has mastered the mask. See the world as a stage, however if you cannot discern whose an actor and whose not. Then you are certainly in deep waters. A pest has already entered. As you are here. Fret not that you will miss anything, I shall keep in mind that you wish to witness things. Perhaps it will be an enlightening experience." The blond man said in a mocking tone of voice, finding amusement in Aliseth's choice of words. If only Zephyros or Elio had been as talkative, but he couldn't be picky. After all he had work to do. Despite appearances.

Aliseth then lazily turns his attention to Daphne. ”Our guest here may not require any food, as he is most certainly already full… of something.” He gives a slight chuckle, having amused himself. ”but I most definitely need to eat. Especially if I am to endure this for all of my waking hours. I think I'll eat right here too. Would you be so kind as to retrieve the best, most freshest and juiciest meal the tavern has to offer.”
There was a new pleasantry in the way he articulated it as a request, even though it wasn't. But it was a step up from a barked order so there was that, evidence that he was softening or at least trying.

Then, as if only just hearing Gadez’s words, the royal guard tilted his head and looked up thoughtfully. ”Hmmm, hope.” He ponders for a moment. Moving the word around in his mind like a jigsaw piece, seeing if it fits the bigger picture. His face expressed that he was neither swayed one way or the other.
”Hope, you say, is why we’re here. I’ve heard that before… but hope is just a word we wrap around sharper things." he says, getting a little poetic in his tone. A faint grin taking his lips as he engages in the philosophical.
”People don’t leave their homes, cross worlds, and risk everything for something as soft as hope. They do it for greed. For fear. For a hunger they can’t name. For the chance—just the chance—that their own skin will see another dawn. Of course they hope to succeed… but that’s not why they came. Hope is the cloth we throw over the blade, so we don’t have to look at what’s really driving us." He raised his sword and looked down its edge as he pointed it challengingly at the prisoner.

"I am indeed full, but not of anything you can conjure up. Not in this world, not in any world. Hope is the all-encompassing thing, for greed is simply a hope for wealth that is never sated. Fear is in all things which walk upon this world, for without it, they would not walk no more. It wards you as much as it harries you, like water may bear a ship, it can also sink it. A bit to keep you alive, drink too much and you'll drown. Fear is akin to that. People hope to evade it still, much like they hope to elude death, yet it always comes for all things. It doesn't mean hope isn't there. Beings have always had hunger, regardless of which form it takes, yet why do we eat? Not simply because we have to in order to live, when death is also an option. But because you hope to find the treasure at the end of the rainbow, the door at the other end of the maze of life. Anything else that you may try to shroud with, do it at your own discretion, but do it, knowing you are wrong." Gadez smiled widely as Aliseth pointed the sword towards him, the warrior-monk was pleased with the turn of events during the day, it had been a very productive day. Things had been sprung into motion, and all he needed to do now was to await to see which path to take. Yet the game had always been rigged. For he only played games he couldn't lose. Gadez 'view wandered slightly to the side of Daphne.

Without turning his steely gaze, Aliseth adds. ”Guard Daphne, before you go. I would have your thoughts? And what hope do you have for dawnhaven and yourself?” Finally lowering his blade back to the ground he twists his head ever so slightly, just enough so he can catch her in the corner of his eye.

"By all means, heed this man's command and fetch him a plate. I am certain that sword of his will have to suffice for cutlery. Just make sure the food isn't rare, he doesn't look like he could stomach it. Take it at face value." He snickered and his gaze set on a third person he thought he could see against the wall opposite of his cell, then his eyes set on Aliseth again. 'A sword is often double-edged. So am I.' The blond man mused in his head waiting to see what Daphne would do.

Daphne had to tune out a lot of what Gadez was going on about, her mind was already not liking being in this place, yet alone him talking her into a migraine. Food, yeah. Daphne could do the food run, it got her some chance to stretch her legs properly too. The Jail was not exactly built around the concept of comfort and leg room for the taller woman.

Daphne was trying to keep up with what was going on but she drew somewhat of a blank and just nodded along, the man talked too much and her guard partner seemed to be enjoying goading the man. Or was he being goaded? Persephone Had taught her and taught her a fair few things but this philosophy debate she doubted even her Lady could fully break down without needing a little time to think it over.

”Me…My hopes?” Daphne paused and ran a hand down her braid as she thought. ”4 edges, much faster. You missed one puppet man.” Daphne replied to Gadez 'comment about double edges gesturing to the pair of Lunarian short blades she wore and to buy time to contemplate the answer.

”If you really want to know? Dawn Haven? If it lives, we live, it successfull… wr have a future..plus, well.. even if our hopes come true, light returns. Blight born still exist, no one welcomes them back, let them keep the place. They leave us alone. We leave it alone and can focus the remaining resources we do have on our people's needs and resettlement of our lost lands. ” Daphne admitted, she could see some people's ideas but blightborn were fearsome foes at times and this war had cost many lives. Maybe they should let them have this place far from anywhere and rebuild instead.

Daphne thought about what she wanted, One answer was less she wanted to give away especially in front of a prisoner. ”My.. hope…” She said adjusting a armour strap that slipped a little. ”Somthing…more. And I'm working on the company part.
” Daphne said with a laugh.

”Serve my family, kiss someone better looking than you two. Cadian Temple foundling. Took the hard road here. Hope was not often in the sister's of Selene alms bowl.” Daphne said with a glint of steel in those usually alert but relaxed violet eyes.

”You want ale with the food?” Daphne asked as she looked over to her boss of the moment. Though her eyes and posture did show she was not some whelp straight from the training grounds.

Daphne’s reply about kissing got a slight chuckle from the Lunarian royal guard. ”Should be an easy task, I mean there's a reason we occasionally wear face covering helmets, and it's not for protection.” He continues on, playfully mocking himself despite, while perhaps not being everyone’s cup-of-tea, still being far from unattractive.
”There used to be a joke that only the ugliest guards got sent to guard the queen so as to not create temptation.”
He smiles softly at an old memory.

Standing up straight he replies with a soft shake of his head.”No ale for me. So, you actually believe in all that prophecy jargon?” He asks, sounding a bit surprised. Kinda makes my job of protecting the princess a little difficult. Think if those two make a child then sacrifice themselves Aelios will suddenly put the sun back up in the sky? And then what,everyone can just go back home and give the town over to the monsters. Hmmm. That would be interesting. A third power ruled by neither kingdom. I guess the royal orphan could rule it. Doesn't matter anyway, even if she was already pregnant I doubt most of us would live long enough to see it born. Especially if we keep wasting resources so frivolously and on people like him.” He nods to Gadez.

He thought on that for a moment but said nothing more, content and allowing for a rare silence to settle, should it not be interrupted.

Daphne faced Kain with an eye on the cell, the door was locked but for some reason she did not trust that the iron work was 100% safe with how rushed it might be. Solid yes. Not just…. Unbreakable.

”Alas, that does not get you a kiss.” Daphne said with a flash of mischief in her eyes and a small smile at teasing him. ”If you say so oh wise leader. ” Daphne replied, the fact her Lord was a Queens guard was his story to tell, his history to give or not.

The later question was larger, far deeper and more complicated but he had not done anything to call her some kind of traitor or so. ”Its… whatever did this is probably a lot bigger than we are. Not sure i can fight a Deity..” Daphne did not really know the exact details or fully understand and know how everyone and everything worked. But Daphne knew she could fight a goddess. ”Peobbly happen, this is too far to fight, its what weeks travel here… take as much food as you carry to get here.” Daphne shrugged, Coswain had done his best to teach her logistics and this place was a long way to sustain soldiers. A Knight was expected to become an officer, he was trying to set her up well.

”Cheerful thoughts. Good job I kissed and asked questions later. You should try it.” Daphne said trying to find an upside in all the bullshit, doom and gloom. She had to find something useful to carry on? Make it to the next day. plus it was fun to tease. Especially on a long boring shift.

”Guard Daphne.” He playfully scolds, ignoring anything Gadez might be saying or doing. ”If you are going to try flirt with me, please, not in front of the prisoner.” He noticed her eyeing the lock.
”It's ok, you have the only key and no one else has touched it. I'll watch, you go get food and have a break. Seluna knows you've earned it. He punctuated his words with a dramatic sigh, turning his gaze back to the prisoner.

”Sorry Getes. What were you saying? he ask Gadez, getting his name wrong, again. His blade tapping against the floor, the echoing tick counting away his boredom.

"What were I saying indeed? A man may read books all his life, but it matters not in the end if he cannot understand what is written in them. Perhaps the same applies to verbal matters, each word has its uses and meaning. Some words bear more than one even. Flirtations now? Well then again, aren't we all flirting with something. Death being the most common thing." Gadez chuckled and walked over to the stone bed in his cell. Calling it a bed might be generous. More like a slab of stone.

"You have hope girl, however one ought to not forget human nature. To fear that which they do not know, nor understand. Both olden kingdoms would never allow the existence of the blighted ones or a third kingdom, were the light to return. No. They would be hunted down and destroyed, forced beneath the earth in one manner or the other. Which would beg the question, are they content with just existing like that, or do they truly desire that which they once had… life? As for the prophecy? The clergy are the ones guilty for that one, but they do not serve Aelios no more. For she died. Hence why the skies have darkened.

So... whom do they serve now? Who answers their prayers? Perhaps the answer to that question is something many people wouldn't want to know the answer to. Humans have always craved power, to be more divine, whose to say that none would ever try to obtain said power? Greed is a powerful motivator running deep in a line of the stars. Yet as is the fate of all who crave power which isn't their own, they become consumed by it. Like the blight have driven so many to madness, forgetting whom they truly were and still are. As long as you can accept the cure.

Acceptance. For how things are. To follow the prophecy is to resign oneself to fate, rather than choosing one's path and embracing destiny." The blond man blew some air through his mouth, causing his blond bangs to flicker. "Ever considered the idea, that perhaps it is you people who are the ones in a cage? Yet unaware of it til someone opens the door..." Gadez smiled in a smug manner as he motioned with his hand as if he was pushing open an invisible door. "Soon the door will be opened... and the world that we know now, will cease to be... let us hope our dear prince is up to the role he needs to play... for this great game of light and shadow, where sacrifices may be needed." The warrior-monk laughed softly and raised his hand to his face, sliding over it from one side to the other, his expression becoming stern looking.

Aliseth sheathed his sword and then let out a loud theatrical sigh as he roll his eyes.
”I wish I never asked” He mumbled to himself as he turn towards Daphne.

”Guard Daphne, could you hurry with that food please? So maybe I could cram it into my ears and protect myself from this drivel.”

A thoughtful expression invaded the complaining satire.

”The commander must really have it in for me. Why are Lunarian forces even guarding an Aurelian traitor anyway? It's not like we care if he kills his king, and they have more forces...” His thoughtful musing drifted off, clearly occupying more thoughts than he shared.

”Someone else is on my flirting list, no offense boss.” Daphne said and a little cheekily but she nodded and braced for a headache. Gadez liked to.. talk and he talked…alot. Her brain kind of went fuzzy.

Passing him the key in case he needed to beat him unconscious or something went wrong. Food, yes. She could go for food, maybe she finds some peace out there. ”Got it, I'll leave you the key and head out. Beats me, I was cornered, you might have to do this solo.” She checked her gear and her hair in a small vanity before she went to head out with a bounce in her step.

Aliseth refused the key. ”You carry it, I don't plan on releasing him, and this way I can't be tempted to open it and stab him.” He says with a soft laugh as he follows Daphne to the door.

”Sure. You do not want to lose it. I'll be back, try not bang your head against the wall.” Daphne said and made sure the key to Jail was safe and put it in a spot that could not be easily accessed, and with a push she waved and braced for cold as she departed.

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

Updated. Ran via Google docs. If that's misedd anything, then tech issues...

Character Sheet

Name:
Retired Captain Sir Jonathan Le Mariner - Vilkas.

Callsign:
“Vlad Tepid”
Looking like the count, but Dracula would have been far too much of an honour, Vlad Tepid cemented after he screwed up a brew up in Norway.


Age:
43 . 5th September.

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
British, mother fled cold war Romania.

Role in Team:
Rifleman, sabotage and ungentlemanly warfare.

Appearance:
Tall, dark haired into grey, cut short, sharp features , roman nose, and with a cold pair of eyes that are dark grey. Wears glasses to read, and always carries tea. No tattoos. Built strongly but not flashy and leaner than he was when younger.

Taller as was but military life takes a rather toll on the body, not quite as fit and able as in his true prime but still capable of keeping up with even men and women younger than he is. Built more robustly but not overly muscular or showy, but solid and in good physical fitness for his age.

Has signs of injury that affects his legs until he got rehabilitation and marks remain but not the damage.

Dresses smartly in civilian wear where possible. Military wear is almost always the same set up if possible. Creature of habit.

Favours a rather sanitised uniform, no patches, no visible tattoo even if he had any, almost too boring to have been a regular soldier. Economical and unfussy.

My Hider

Bio:
Born in ScotIsh highlands, his father had married a Romanian woman who had fled the cold war into the west.

He has a sister who survived the fall by sheer virtue of being on holiday but her home and everything she owned was lost. She was the academic one whereas he was much more practical and already was a hunter by the time he was a late teen and downed several deer. The outside, nature and the whole being out in the wide open wilderness was exhilarating.

The idea of a desk job did not appeal and he was not sure what to do, so he found himself calling the request stop for the Royal marines Commando selection at 18, he was old enough to join without any permissions needed.

Successful, he ended up passing high enough to score officer potential some paperwork later he managed to commit to a longer term and a place at Sandhurst. Arctic warfare was tough, cold.. Norway was a rather unforgiving crucible of humanity, ice, snow and hard rock.

tapped to consider, SBS came next and the grueling and brutally difficult selection. Multiple months of extreme effort and then even more of training before he even deployed. The first of multiple tours in known campaigns, shadow campaigns in places not publicly known including Iraq.

even more secretive work dawned as he retired to join SIS and the much more shady direct action office.

Choosing an alternative role he was drawn into working for the diplomatic services, restoring connections, though the messengers were well capable of handling business directly as needed. At the same time he undertook much rehabilitation and regained fitness with a lot of hard work.

Bored, this work was not exactly what he considered him… He had nothing against it and a friend from German special ops said they needed people and gave him a recommendation. The rest is now, a suit swapped for boots again.

This life and a happy marriage did not last, though he still mourned her death when London was hit in the Heaven fall event.

Analysis:
Not a war Junkie but not exactly comfortable in his retirement, he had nothing against joining and desk work never suited. He could have risen in the ranks but going above Captain meant he had to lose time in the direct action and more time in the back offices.

Reason recruited. On a recommendation as an experienced former special forces officer, SIS and other work he had a strong sabotage and skill set in non standard warfare tactics.

Service History:

20 years Approximate.

Royal marines Commando, Arctic warfare advanced training and commissioned as a LT having passed Sandhurst academy. Deployed and did several larger training and military exercises.

volunteered and was selected for SBS, served as special forces officer and deployed in multiple hot spots both public and covert.

Selected by SIS, inducted into their direct action unit. Retires a Captain in the British Military. Operates in a classified Unit for British intelligence establishment.

After an Injury takes a post as a King's messenger, works as a secure diplomatic courier helping to relink the country globally. During this time Extensive rehabilitation after injury, due to a leg injury taken on SIS service.

Bored, wearing a suit and flying business class with classified documents is not for him. Was recruited based on a comrade from German special forces recommending him.

Primary Weapon:
Scar H. 7.62mm nato with a off angle red dot, invisible laser linked into NVG and a zoom optic. Tac light.

Alt.

Russian VSS Vintorez internally suppressed rifle with a western optic and an IR laser.

Sidearm:
Glock 17, extended mag, with glow sights and custom recoil control. boring, reliable.

Alt.

Dismantled normally and stored Welrod 9mm pistol. Quietest gun ever made, perfect for stealthy times. No serial number, no markings.

Ammunition:
7.62 ball ammo.
7.62 AP

9x19mm regular full metal jacket / hollow points.
9x19mm subsonic for welrod, older style with less kick due to gun being of that era.

9x39 heavy sub Sonic rounds.

Other Equipment:
Night Vision / IR hybrid goggle set that can be locked onto a helmet mount with one or two optic modes.

compact knife with zero metal, made of hard plastic like material that is easy to conceal.

General trade craft items such as a few tools like lock picks, tools to hotwire a car, beat locks and useful odds and ends. General sabotage and so loadout.

Family And Notable Acquaintance: Mother.
Late 60’s and pottering about the estate garden, survived as she was at home, and its own well / garden.

Dad, deceased in haven fall on a business trip.

Sister, a lawyer and working for the reformed bank of England.

Ex-Wife. Deceased. Heaven fall London.

Miscellaneous Details:
During the chaos of Haven fall he survived by being out of the area as he was on deployment. On return he joined “Knight fall” a group who involved surviving military, Police, SIS, civilians and others who worked to quiet orders to remove the very worst from the board or destabilise the largest hostile groups preventing the reconstruction of the state.

Not proud work but work nonetheless. The group's name came from the old castle they used as a base, practical against the lesser dangers with thick walls and room to shelter their strength.

Always carries tea and a brew kit on missions.

Ambidextrous shooter but right handed to write etc.

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

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