| Taldora; The furthest kingdom North, currently occupied by Durasian Templars. The native people are war-like people who live in clans. | |
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| Freedom Fighter | Jun 18 2013, 07:38 PM Post #1 |
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| Freedom Fighter | Nov 24 2013, 09:35 PM Post #2 |
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Sir Perth Valdinforth He turned around and took off the prisoner's head with one swoop of his fell blade. Scarlet splayed onto the cobblestones of the market square as everyone watched, a few women breaking down into tears and tried to push past the guards to get to the beheaded man. 'Must be of his clan.' Sir Perth thought to himself as he wiped the blood from his blade onto the sack cloth of the prisoner's clothing before sheaving it. "This man wouldn't tell me where the fugitives were hiding, now... Now he is dead. Many more will share his fate until someone speaks up! Let us start with his wife and children." He announced, seeming to taunt the crowd. A caged wagon had divided the gathered crowd with a heavily armored vanguard, each sporting fierce halberds and tower shields. A young, beautiful woman with golden hair held two young boys close to her and she wept. Her and the boys were ripped from the caged wagon and dragged to Sir Perth. "Now then, are the lives of two murderous brigands truly worth theirs?!" He grabbed the woman by the hair and yanked her to her feet, drawing a dagger and holding it to her throat. "Let someone come forth and tell us the truth!" A lone man stepped forward, pushing past the guards as if they weren't even there. He was tall and wore a hooded cloak. Nobody could see his face, as it was shadowed by the hood's brim. "The truth is what you seek? Then I will tell you the truth of where they are hiding. Truth be told, nobody said they were hiding. You were simply too arrogant and too foolish to see that one of them is right in front of you." It was a wonder the Templars didn't seize him right then and there, likely because they were shocked to disbelief. Parathrick raised his hand, then threw it down in a wild gesture. "Now Roland!" |
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| Zakrotus | Nov 25 2013, 02:44 AM Post #3 |
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Maon Brónach All the while, Maon had been watching from above, he had talked the Templars into thinking they needed extra security for the execution and that he should be that security. He had then been given a bow and arrows by the Templars to keep an over-watch on the execution. When a man walked before him, he knocked his arrow and took aim. When the man yelled "Now Roland" he fired upon and killed the executioner, leaving the Templars stunned allowing his escape down an alley. Edited by Zakrotus, Dec 21 2013, 09:25 PM.
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| Freedom Fighter | Nov 25 2013, 08:13 AM Post #4 |
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Parathrick Ragnar Dragonbane Parathrick drew two blades and turned fast, deflecting a strike that was inches two his face and returned with a vicious counter slamming onto the Templar guard's wrist. His sword and hand together were removed and hit the ground. He screamed, but his scream was replaced by gurgling as a blade through the front of his neck. The animal of a man turned into an unnatural killer, letting his hood fly back to reveal a helm and his face covered in elaborate war paint not seen by his people in a very long time. The vanguard tried to close in on him, but soon guards were overwhelmed by a now revolting crowd of peasants who were now armed with whatever they could find. Parathrick gave a battle cry and charged the vanguard, his cloak flourishing back to show a coat of mail glittering brightly in the sun. Behind him was an army of angry men and women armed with swords, axes, and hammers. In a manner of minutes, the well armed Templars were all slaughtered like pigs. "This is the truth, brothers and sisters! These men think we are powerless and a weak people, but we are all warriors. Every man, woman, and child is one! Now then, are we going to show them our true colors?! Let's paint the streets with their blood!" Parathrick yelled out into the crowd as he climbed on top of the caged wagon. He pointed to a group of men stripping plate mail from the Templars. "Arm yourselves with their weapons and armor, then raid the guard house. Take twenty men with you and arm them with swords, shields, and armor." He turned to the rest of the crowd. "Everyone else, take what you can from the guards here and kill the rest of them around town and near the gates and then rally back here as fast as possible!" The oppressed people rose up and charged, raiding guard towers along the walls while killing any and all who opposed them. The large wooden crosses that signified the Templar dominion were burned. From the battlements, men were hung. These men all had one thing in common, aside from death. Each wore the colors of Durasia, a red cross on a white tabard. Soon everyone returned back to Parathrick, most everyone suited with mail or leather armor. Instead of pitchforks, there were hundreds of spears banging against shields. "Now, it is time to oust the man who has treated us as his slaves. Come now, to the keep!" Parathrick shouted with blood lust. The knight's prized black stallion was led to him and he jumped on it, taking the reins in his hands. He led them all to the keep with a large tower erected in the center. The thick oak gates were barred shut. Arrows were then fired from the fort's battlements and a few people were killed in the deadly rain. "Raise your shields!" Parathrick yelled this and everyone listened, deflecting the onslaught of arrows. Edited by Freedom Fighter, Nov 30 2013, 12:59 PM.
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| Zakrotus | Dec 21 2013, 09:49 PM Post #5 |
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Maon Brónach The city was in uproar. All around him the buildings were burning. There was a mass of people assaulting the castle door. The Templars were falling. Now Maon just needed to keep out of the way and watch the riot. Edited by Zakrotus, Dec 21 2013, 09:52 PM.
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| Deathangel | Dec 26 2013, 11:27 PM Post #6 |
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Tom McCleary Tom walked through streets crowded with people running, and dying, and killing. His bare feet splashed silently through warm blood, and screams assaulted his ears. No one took any notice of him with his hood down and his hands in his sleeves to hide the blood of his victims. The qi mantra he chanted in his head also helped turn attention away. "I am as the wind, I am as the shadow, I am as the cloud" When the templars fell they had no idea what had happened. One minute the lieutenant was trying to cut some girl's shirt off and take advantage of her in the confusion, the next he was staring, aghast, as most of his innards dripped down the nearby walls. Tom tossed most of the man's spine into a nearby gutter, gently set the girl down next to some extremely concerned looking old folks, replaced his blood stained hands into his sleeves, and vanished into the crowd. The rest of the templars had a brief moment of panic as one by one each of them had a limb erupt into blood mist. The last even had enough time to run three steps before the un-noticeably light tap Tom had delivered to his elbow had disrupted the qi flow enough to accomplish its purpose. The resulting explosion of blood and bone threw him into the opposite wall hard enough to shake brick dust from the eaves of the building. Edited by Deathangel, Dec 26 2013, 11:41 PM.
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